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Fire on Fire - Chapter Six

this is finally going somewhere! i had to cut this chapter in two otherwise it would have been six thousand words so… sorry for the cut😬

Warning for sucidal thoughts in this chapter.

chapter five // chapter seven

“She did not!” Aelin laughed loudly, still in her nightclothes. “Why do we always miss that?”

“Miss what?” Sam asked as he entered the room, two bowls of cereals in his hands. He gave one to Lysandra and brought two spoons so Aelin could eat in his bowl. Lysandra and Aelin just woke up, it was four in the afternoon and Aelin didn’t eat anything since last night, so she was starving.

Aelin, Lysandra, Nehemia, and Sam might have partied a little too hard last night. So this morning, Aelin and Lysandra decided to stay home. Sam didn’t look happy about Aelin missing class but he didn’t say anything, knowing Aelin’s mind was made. He came back from school an hour ago and woke them up.“Gods, I love these cereals,” she moaned at the taste. Aelin loved food, and it showed on her body. The only good thing about her injury is that now she didn’t have to pay attention to everything she ate to fit in stupid costumes. She might miss dancing but she loved food more.

“I finished the last box, by the way.”

Aelin nodded, making a mental note she’ll have to ask Quinn to go grocery shopping as soon as she could.

“Leave me some, Lys,” Nehemia said as she threw herself on Aelin’s bed. She was glad to have a gigantic bed when the four of them were home, which is almost all the time lately. Nehemia threw her hair behind her shoulder, silently asking her friends to pay attention to them.

“That color suits you, Mia,” Aelin smiled and it was genuine. Nehemia had fresh new braids, they started black but ended in a deep ocean blue. The girl never wanted boring colors in her hair and almost everything suited her. Lysandra and Sam agreed with her, making Nehemia smile arrogantly. But Aelin knew that Nehemia was hiding a real smile behind that.

“Might dye my hair blue to match you,” Aelin said and Nehemia looked thrilled.

“Don’t you dare!” Sam said, turning to Aelin and almost spilling the cereals and milk on her bed. “Your hair is so pretty. Buy a wig but don’t you dare dye it.”

“Excuse me?”

He pouted, “Please?” Even with this ridiculous face, he stayed beautiful. She loved the twinkle of mischief, the hint of exasperation at her, and the kindness that made her feel good, the kindness that made her want to be the best person she could be.

“Okay,” She sighed and he had a victorious smile drawn on his face. “Let’s go for the wig.”

He smiled and kissed her, pout-ring all his love for her in it. She could spend years kissing him. “You two are gross,” Lysandra complained, Sam and Aelin pulled apart and Aelin sent her best friend a vulgar gesture.

“Anyway, Lys, what did we miss?” Sam asked again, this boy was the most curious of the four. He liked to hear gossip about everyone.

“Ansel was high at Nox’s party two days ago.” Aelin was sad they missed a party just to be at a Gala, but her parents were home for once and demanded that she was with them.

“You’re joking?” Nehemia asked and laughed as she took Lysandra’s spoon to eat some cereals. The brunette threw the dark-skinned girl a look that promised violence.

“You’ll never see me taking drugs, that’s for sure,” Aelin sighed and rested her head on Sam’s shoulder. “God, I already regret drinking twice in a week.”

“Good,” Sam said and she rolled her eyes.

The four friends spent hours talking and laughing together. They practically all lived at her home, anyway. Sam and Lysandra’s families were fucked up enough, so they spent their time here. Nehemia’s parents worked too much to notice that she didn’t come home most nights. Aelin’s parents were never here either, so she welcomed the company.

When it started getting dark outside, Aelin’s phone rang. She had no idea who called her but it could be one of her parents, calling her from wherever they were now or even Aedion who had a habit to lose his phone.

“Hello?”

“Aelin?” A deep voice asked and Aelin thought she recognized it in the back of her brain but she couldn’t put a name on who it belonged to.

“I’m not trying to be rude but, who are you?”

The man laughed and the sound gave her chills. “It’s Arobynn Hamel. Your mother was supposed to give you my phone number but I guess she forgot.”

Her body froze. Arobynnn Hamel. Of course, she knew that voice, she had watched enough interviews of him to become familiar with it, she even met him two days ago. She sat straighter in her bed, attracting the worried gaze of her three friends. With a more serious face than they had ever seen, Aelin motioned for them to remain silent.

“Oh gods, I’m sorry, Mister Hamel. She didn’t give me your number, I’m very sorry.” She was so embarrassed, Mala knew how much Aelin would be mad at her mom for it. Her friends looked surprised at who called her.

“Calm down, Aelin. It’s okay.” He comforted her as he laughed softly. “And call me Arobynn.”

“Alright.” She said and waited for him to explain why he was calling her, not that she wasn’t happy about it because she was. She just knew she would embarrass herself if she opened her mouth and started talking.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow night?” He asked and Aelin furrowed her brows. That was weird but exciting at the same time.

“No, I am free. Why?”

“We didn’t have a lot of time to talk Saturday and I think it’s a shame. I am still in Orynth for two days and would like to talk with you. Your mother told me you wanted to be an author or work in the publishing industry, is it true?”

“Yes,” it was the fastest answer of her life. Yes, she had always dreamed of working around books.

“From what I’ve heard, Aelin Galathynius, you are special. I’d like to see that by myself. Allow me to take you out for dinner tomorrow and we can talk about your future.”

If Arobynn Hamel helped her… She could become a successful author. She could picture it, a small house, Sam at her side, a study full of books she wrote, a life away from the spotlight, a happy life. It’s exactly what she wanted. Special, he thought she was special.

“Dress code?”

He laughed again and Aelin couldn’t help but smile. “Something like the dress you had on Saturday should be good. I’ll pick you up at seven, is it good for you?”

“Perfect.”

They hung up and she looked at her friend, still surprised, and smile. She was thoughtfully happy.

“Aelin?” Aedion asked, tearing her from her daydream. “You there?”

“Sorry. What is it?” She was tired and hungover, she didn’t get lots of sleep last night and she was feeling the effects. Dorian had left early this morning, long before anyone woke up. It was better than having to face Aedion’s judgmental looks.

“I asked if your scholarship got renewed for next year, Lysandra got the answer in the mail yesterday so you’re supposed to have yours too, right?” She looked up from her bowl of cereals, confused for a second. When she met Rowan Whitethorn’s face, with the same confused expression as her, she remembered.

Lysandra, Aedion, and everyone else believed she got a scholarship, frankly, she had no idea how they believed her. But they never had a reason to distrust her, that’s probably the reason.

Most of her relation with Arobynn was secret and the money he spent on her was part of the lie.

“Yeah, everything is taken care of.” She smiled, it was the truth in a way. She dared to look at Rowan and she didn’t why, didn’t know how, but she knew he didn’t believe her. She could see it in his frown and eyes.

“Good,” her cousin smiled as he drank his coffee.

She smiled back, he was worried for her, she knew it. It’s exactly why she didn’t tell him anything, he didn’t need the stress. “I’ve got everything under control.”

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“What are you still doing here?” Arobynn asked, startling Aelin. She had been too busy on her computer to hear him coming. “It’s past nine, we finished hours ago.”

They both had worked for hours today and she was tired. “What are you still doing here?” She asked.

“I asked first, darling.” He sat in his chair in front of her. She was still in her seat, the chair almost belonged to her for all the time she spent on it. She wanted to be annoyed at him but today had been different. He had been different. He wasn’t the Arobynn she had known years ago but he was close, closer than he usually was lately. Aelin was pretty sure he hadn’t had a drink all day, which could explain his mood. That was a good thing.

“I’m writing and waiting for my cousin to check his damn phone so he can pick me up.”

“Where’s your car?”

“Broken,” she grilled through her teeth. The damn truck had decided not to work this morning, causing Aelin to have a nervous breakdown. “A friend of mine had a look at it and told me it would cost me more to repair it than to buy a new one, so here I am, depending on my cousin.” She hated it, hated to depend on someone. But it seemed to happen a lot lately, so she might have to get used to it. “What are you doing here?” She repeated.

“My meeting lasted two hours,” he said, his voice hard.

“Ah, sucks when you have to actually do your job, right?” She remarked and didn’t know if it was a reproach for the way he over-worked her or a teasing. Maybe both, she didn’t want to wonder about it too much.

“Someone’s feisty today,” he joked and she fought a small smile. “Ready for Monday?”

“I already told you no, Arobynn.”

“Why not? You finish the school year in four days.”

“I have a job, Arobynn. I can’t just-”

“Everything’s taken care of.” He cut her off with a smile. It was the kind of smile that told her he had done something and was feeling rather proud of it.

“What.”

“Did you know Rofle was my friend? After a drink or two, he agreed to let you come back in September, right after your internship at Hamel Publishing.”

“And you did that after I told you no?” Her tone was rising. “And are you friends with everyone here?”

He rose from his seat to stand right before her. She had to raise her head to look him in the eye. One of his calloused hands rested on her cheek, caressing her cheekbone. "You know how powerful I am." She did, Arobynn wasn’t just a successful author or the CEO of a publishing company, those were just hobbies for him. He had grown up in a rich family, had been raised to be like every rich people. He had learned how fake smiles and words were weapons, how to manipulate people. He had a way to manipulate everyone he called his friends, whether it was a picture, a video, or a letter. He had something on everyone. “I once promised you I would make you shine, Aelin. I won’t let a shitty job ruin that promise.” For years he had told her she was special, he had told her she could reach the stars should she just let him help her. And for years she had believed him, so she decided to do it again. She only nodded and it seemed to be enough for him.“I’m calling a cab for you.”

“No.”

“No?” His voice was surprised. “Is it because of the money?”

“For fuck sake Arobynn I can afford a cab ride,” that was a total lie, but he didn’t need to know that. “I just… can’t.”

Understanding and pity flashed on Arobynn’s face and she had to keep herself from yelling at him for it. “You still can’t?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” She said voice hard that didn’t let room for questions.

“Pack your things, I’ll drive you.” This was what Arobynn from four years ago would have said, what the Arobynn she had come to know would have said. In a flicker of hope, she said yes. Hope that she could erase what happened between them, that she would forget like Arobynn repeatedly asked her to, and just start again because she didn’t know how to survive another person leaving her.

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It was the middle of the night when Rowan heard her cries.

At first, he had ignored them, trying to give her privacy. It was unusual of her to let someone hear her, so Rowan thought it might be very bad. But after five minutes of cries, he couldn’t stay in his bed anymore.

When he walked into her room, his heart broke a little. She was in bed, sleeping, trashing against the sheets, crying, and trying to talk. Even with only the light from the bathroom, he could see the pain written all over her face.

He couldn’t take it, he couldn’t just walk back to his room and ignore her. So, he shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up but it didn’t work. She kept jerking in her bed as if she was fighting with the pillows and her blanket.

“Aelin,” he said, using both his hands to shake her. “Aelin,” he repeated louder. Her eyes jerked open, she turned her head several times, trying to figure out where she was. Her whole body shook and a second later she leaned over the bed and vomited her guts out. Rowan held her hair back, avoiding touching her directly so as not to overwhelm her.

When she lay back down in bed, she was still crying, her limbs shaking as if she were hypothermic even though Rowan could see the sweat glistening on her skin.

Rowan had only seen one person look so wrecked in his entire life, himself. He saw it every time he woke up and looked into the mirror. It was worse ten years ago because he had no idea how to hide it, in a decade he learned how to conceal everything. How to recognize which night was most likely to give him a nightmare, learned how to stay quiet while he felt like dying inside.

“You should take a shower,” Rowan said, voice softer than he has ever used with her. He had been wrong, so wrong.

“I don’t think I have the strength.”

“To shower?” He asked but there was no judgment, he only wanted to make sure.

“To live.” Her small voice broke and his heart did too. When she looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, Rowan didn’t see anything but desperation and loathing. He knew it wasn’t directed at him but at herself.

“Come here,” he said as he slid his arms under her body. “We’re gonna clean you up, okay?” He lifted her up from her bed, avoiding the content of her stomach on the floor as her weak arms curled around his neck and he guided her to the bathroom.

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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years

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Rafe found Colin the next morning, lanky limbs sprawled out on the couch with a blanket haphazardly tossed on top of him, his arm hanging off the edge of the couch as he slept. “Yo.”

“Mmph.” Colin grumbled in reply, stirring. He blinked a few times as he realized Rafe was standing in front of him, looking confused. “Hey.”

“Hey. You got kicked out?”

“James and Julia, they…” Colin trailed off, gesturing toward their rooms. “So I let Allie have my bed, and I’m out here.” A small scowl settled onto his face as a wide grin grew on Rafe’s. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say a thing.” Rafe laughed. “You are down bad, brother. Down bad.”

“Do not breathe a word of this to anyone, or I’ll tell Sophie you’ve been pining after her since high school.” Colin sat up, stretching. “I mean it.”

“Oh, she already knew that.” Rafe shook his head, grinning. “But don’t worry. Secret’s safe with me. You think Allie will remember? Did anything happen?”

“Nothing. Literally nothing.” Colin shrugged. “Does Sophie know about Julia and James?”

“What about us?” Julia asked, James and Allie trailing right behind her as they came down the hall for breakfast. “That we fucked?”

Rafe winced. “Can you not?”

“She doesn’t know?”

“No. And I’d like to keep it that way.” Rafe pointed at everyone, serious. “If any of you tell before we leave tomorrow, I’ll strangle you and leave your body here. I swear.”

“Dibs on telling her when we leave.” Colin said quickly, grinning.

“Be my guest.” James shrugged.

“Okay. Now. You two need to promise to not hook up again, I swear, you’re aging me by years. I’m tired of navigating your sex lives and you both know you’re not good together.” Rafe instructed, arms crossed.

“That’s fair.” Julia nodded, turning to shake hands with James. He nodded too, shaking her hand then kissed the back of her hand just to make her grin. She rolled her eyes, tugging her hand away.

“Thank you. Now. Breakfast?” Rafe gestured toward the kitchen.

“Where’s Sophie?” Allie yawned, stretching as she followed them all in.

“Definitely hungover and she was definitely drooling on the pillow.” He smiled fondly as Sophie came into the kitchen, hair in a messy bun and pillow marks still pressed into her cheek. “Morning, sleeping beauty!”

“You talkin shit on me?” She asked, leaning into his side as he looped his arm around her.

“He said you looked like shit.” James grinned. “He was right.”

“Shut the fuck up, James, I’m still mad at you -”

“Just because your boyfriend prefers my kisses -” He stepped around the kitchen counter, trying to avoid as she came closer.

“Oh my god! I forgot about that! I can’t believe you -”

“Look, he technically kissed me first -“ James gasped, looking way too delighted with himself. “Oh my god! Sophie! We’re spit sisters!”

As she grabbed the wooden spoon from off the counter, Rafe plucked it out of her hand from behind just as quickly. “Whoa! Hey. Can you two please be civil? James, stop antagonizing. Soph, quit arguing with someone that isn’t me.”

Colin wrinkled his nose. “Really? That makes you jealous?”

“It’s our thing.” He frowned, pulling Sophie into his arms again from behind, satisfied when she leaned back against him.

She tilted her head up to catch her lips on the underside of his jaw. “You’re too possessive.”

“Bold of you to talk.” Julia snorted.

“Whatever. What’d I miss?”

Everyone shared a look, Rafe glaring at everyone behind Sophie’s back, until Allie shook her head. “Nothing, we all just woke up too. I think we should go surfing today, it’s our last full day.”

“Only you three can surf.” Julia replied, pointing at Allie and Rafe and Sophie.

“We can teach you.” Rafe suggested, only for Sophie to snort.

“You can’t surf for shit, Rafe.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused. I haven’t gone in years, but yeah, we can try.” Sophie pulled out her phone, starting to google board rentals until Rafe poked her in the side.

“I know how to surf.”

“Okay, so your concussion sophomore year of high school wasn’t from a wipeout? Because I’m pretty sure I can still find the video on YouTube, actually, thanks to Wheezie uploading it -”

“Hey, Sophie, no -” He grabbed at her phone, scrambling to get it away, but she just tossed it to James who caught it easily with a grin and pulled up the Youtube app immediately.

“Is it saved? Under...oh, here.” He laughed as Rafe struggled against Sophie’s arms.

“Everyone knows Kooks can’t surf, baby.” She murmured to him, grinning when he scowled and bumped his forehead against hers.

“What’s a Kook?” Colin asked.

“The kind of people Rafe grew up with.” Sophie let him go, moving to his side.

“Didn’t you grow up with them too?”

She laughed, shaking her head right away. “Ha. No. I only went to school with them starting in eighth grade. I’m not...no. That’s not me.”

“It’s not a bad thing.” Rafe interjected, careful. He’d never directly told James and Colin about the environment he grew up in, but they picked up on a lot of things - they didn’t have to go through etiquette classes, or own mansions or attend literal balls every year. He also hadn’t told them about how Sophie wasn’t like that at all, figuring if she wanted to share more, then she could do so on her own terms.

“So you’re a pog?” James cocked his head and Rafe winced, hating the direction the conversation was going in.

“Um...it’s pogue, but no? Not quite?” Sophie answered with a shrug. She’d never found herself fitting in with the rest of the kids on the Cut, especially once she started going to the private academy, but then again, the kooks weren’t exactly her world either. She lived in a weird in-between, working side by side through high school with the pogues, serving all the kook kids, then partying with the kooks on the weekend. It was a strange balance. “I don’t know, it’s hard to explain.”

“I thought there were just two. Rafe, when we came to visit summer after freshman year, didn’t your dad say that we needed to stay away from that one side of the island with the pogues -”

“I don’t remember.” Rafe interrupted quickly, then spared a glance at Sophie and hated the way her face fell. “I don’t think he said that. Can we figure out what to do today?”

Oblivious as ever, Colin furrowed his brow. “No, I think I remember that too, he was joking a lot about it -”

“He wasn’t joking.” Sophie muttered, suddenly sullen as she felt a pit form in her stomach.

“It doesn’t matter.” Rafe replied, firm, and shot both the boys a pointed look.

Julia and Allie had been subjected to Sophie’s worries about money and fitting in with Rafe time and time again, and knew exactly how she felt at the moment. Allie took Sophie’s phone back from James, pulled up the browser, and cleared her throat. “Alright. Three board rentals for $30, I figure we can all pair off? Pick them up at eleven so we have time to eat breakfast?”

“Yeah, I’m starving.” Julia chimed in, slipping past Sophie and squeezed her shoulders in a reassuring gesture before opening the fridge. “James, can we do omelets again? Colin, you’re on toast duty?”

“But I -”

“Colin.” Julia sent him a glare and threw the loaf of bread toward him, narrowly missing his head. “Toast.”

“She gets one embroidered apron in a PR package and suddenly she’s queen of the kitchen.” James quipped, bumping Rafe out of the way with his hip and pulled out the pan, spatula, and whisk, prepared.

“Exactly, I’m glad you understand.” Julia grinned.

Rafe moved closer to Sophie’s side, leaning down to murmur in her ear. “You good?”

“M’ fine.”

He rolled his eyes and took her hand, pulling her out of the kitchen and down the hall to the foyer. “Soph. Talk to me.”

“I said, I’m fine -”

“And I know damn well that means you’re not actually fine -”

She huffed and caught a glimpse of the giant chandelier behind him as she looked up to meet his gaze, and was finding it harder and harder to conceptualize the place as his house rather than just a vacation home of a friend’s. “You haven’t told the boys about The Cut? Pogues, kooks, all that? That I’m not like you?”

“Of course not, Sophie, that doesn’t matter to me.” He frowned, taking both her hands in his. “Besides, I didn’t think it was my place to share.”

“Oh.” She sighed, stepping forward and dropping her head to his chest. “Sorry, I just - I’m trying to be chill.”

“You have been. We’ve been good.” He nudged her chin up, catching her eye. “Haven’t we?”

“Yeah, yeah, just - I took a wrong turn this morning, found myself down some hallway and in some office, and there was this giant painted portrait of your family behind the desk, and -” She forced herself to take a breath. “It’s a lot. You looked like fucking royalty.”

He nodded slowly in understanding. “Oh. Yeah. That’s my dad’s office, uh...there’s a reason I didn’t give everyone the full house tour.” He rubbed the back of his neck, giving her a sheepish smile. “The guys would give me so much shit for that.”

“You’re not, like...embarrassed of me, right? Like how I grew up?” She asked before she could think, uneasy as her stomach twisted in knots.

“Sophie.” He frowned, stroking his thumb over her cheekbone. “You really have to ask that?”

“No, sorry, no. I know you’re not. Just - agh.” She screwed up her face in concentration, frustrated. “It’s me. I’m sorry.”

“Just try not to stress so much about it, okay? You’re the only one worried about it.”

“Oh, that’s easy. Thanks, Rafe, I’m cured.”

He rolled his eyes and pushed at her shoulder gently, making her smile a little. “I want you to be comfortable with me, angel.”

“I am!” She flexed her hands, frustrated. “That’s the thing. I am, with you. Not...you.”

He furrowed his brow. “Now I’m confused.”

“I don’t know how to explain it.”

James rounded the corner, yelling out before he reached them. “Yo! You two done making out yet?”

Sophie sent Rafe an exasperated look before crossing her arms, turning to James. “We weren’t -”

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t care. C’mon, your breakfast is ready and I know Rafe throws up if he has to eat cold eggs.”

“It was one time -”

“One time is enough.” James shuddered, thinking back to freshman year. Rafe had gotten a little too cocky with the pledge masters during their hazing and was forced to eat five cold scrambled eggs in front of the whole pledge class, after he’d already had his fair share of alcohol to drink, and it didn’t end well. He extended his hand to Sophie, grinning. “Sophie, doll, breakfast awaits.”

“I hate you.” She replied with a straight face, but took his hand anyway and let him pull her back to the kitchen.

He laughed, glancing back at Rafe following them and winked at him before kissing the top of Sophie’s head. “Love you too. I need a wingman tonight at the bars, you got me?”

“I thought that was Colin’s position.” She shoved him away, taking her plate and sitting at the bar with the rest of the group.

“Yeah, well, Allie’s the only one that’s been getting some this entire trip, so -”

“But -” Colin started, only for Julia to stomp on his foot under the table, hard. She forced a grin, thankful Sophie was oblivious.

Sophie furrowed her brow but nodded, pouring herself a glass of juice. “Yeah. I got you.”

“Excellent. You know what, everyone should get laid tonight. If they want to.” James declared, shooting a meaningful glance at Colin.

“If you lay a finger on Julia again, I’m cutting off your balls in the middle of the night.” Sophie replied calmly, staring James down over the top of her glass as she took a sip.

Julia pretended not to hear, keeping her eyes intently trained on her plate. She’d considered Sophie’s feelings for the briefest of seconds last night, but then James was kissing down her neck and his fingers were slipping under the waistband of her shorts and - yeah. It may have slipped her mind. She was a little preoccupied.

“Sophie.” Rafe reprimanded, affronted. “Be nice.”

“Yeah, be nice or you’ll be the only one not getting some tonight.” James teased, smirking when Sophie gave him the death glare across the table.

“Jesus Christ, you guys fight like siblings.” Allie mumbled, rolling her eyes. “Let it go already.”

“Thank you.” Rafe affirmed, shaking his head. “I need everyone to be packed tonight, we’ll need to be on the plane tomorrow by 9am.”

“I thought the beauty of having your own plane meant we didn’t have a schedule.” Colin asked.

“...No. You can’t just fly it whenever, you have to tell people. And my dad needs it later tonight, he’s going to New York.”

“I didn’t realize he went there that often. That’s kind of nice though, right? You’ll be able to see him more when you and Sophie move?” Julia asked unknowingly. Sophie had told both the girls that Ward was an asshole, but didn’t say much more, just that Rafe still worked for him a lot. (She figured anything more was Rafe’s business and he could tell them if he wanted.)

Everyone else stayed quiet and Sophie froze, halfway to shoveling a forkful of omelet into her mouth. Rafe was stiff and his smile was forced as he nodded, not daring to look in Sophie’s direction. “Yeah. He does business there sometimes, so. I’ll see him around.”

James pushed away from the table, making everyone wince as the chair squeaked against the floor. “Okay, I’ll dry if someone else washes the dishes. Then I vote we hang out at the beach, last chance before we get to go back to Ohio - and I’m pretty sure it’s only forty-five degrees today back home.”

Julia looked around, confused at the abrupt topic change, and mouthed to Allie - did I say something wrong? - only for Allie to shake her head surreptitiously, glancing toward Sophie.

“Beach sounds good.” Colin nodded, standing and taking everyone’s plates to the sink. “Allie, can you confirm those board rentals?”

“Yeah, I got them.” She stood too, getting up to help with the dishes.

Julia frowned, lowering her voice so only Rafe and Sophie could hear. “Rafe, I didn’t mean to -”

“No, it’s cool. Don’t worry about it.” Rafe shrugged it off easily. “Seriously.”

Sophie exhaled, nudging her knee against Rafe’s under the table before she got up and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, then ruffled his hair. “Love you.” She murmured as she grabbed his plate.

He smiled back, tugging gently at the hem of her (his) t-shirt before she busied herself in the kitchen with the rest of the group.

Julia watched the exchange with a furrowed brow. “Is she good?”

“Hm?” He replied absentmindedly, moving his gaze from Sophie to Julia.

“She’s okay? Earlier, with James and Colin asking…”

“Oh. Yeah, we’re good, I think. Probably just ready to go home to normalcy, you know?” He paused. “Are you gonna tell her about last night?”

“I probably have to...right?”

“Yeah. I think it’s better coming from you, rather than the boys.” He offered a teasing smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk her down from homicide.”

Julia groaned, covering her face with her hands. “She’s gonna hate me.”

“She won’t.” He promised. “You two are consenting adults, it’s maybe not the smartest decision you two have ever had, but. She can’t be that mad.”

“Have you met your girlfriend?” She raised her eyebrows back. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her let go of a grudge.”

Rafe smiled, pointing to himself as he shook his head. “Ever?”

“You don’t count. None of those arguments were real.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m serious. You’d know.” She shook her head, smiling fondly. “Freshman year, this guy was being a little too touchy with me, hanging around a little too much at a frat party - she went and found his big brother and when he didn’t do anything, she threw a drink in the guy’s face.”

Rafe laughed, shaking his head. “She what?!”

“Yeah. I know way too many incriminating details about her.” Julia nodded with a grin.

Sophie came back to the table, curious. “What are you two gossiping about?”

“Nothing.” He dismissed, waving his hand and got up, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “C’mon, let’s go get ready.” He mumbled something in her ear, making her blush.

Julia raised her eyebrows, watching as Rafe tugged her down the hall, hand in hand. “Don’t be late, you two!”

“Never!” Sophie called back, giggling.

______

After an attempt at surfing and hours of lounging in the sun, the group finally made it to dinner. Rafe had insisted they go to the nicer restaurant for their last day, making everyone dress up just a little more, and was happy everyone complied with the dress code he suggested when they had all packed.

When his phone pinged, again, he huffed and fished it out of his pocket. His dad had texted him five times within the last hour, making sure he would remember to be on the runway at a certain time, and that the airport security needed to be paid in cash, like usual, and that he left enough of a tip for the maids before they left, and - yeah. It was a lot. He was surprised when he saw a text from his screenwriting professor from the previous semester instead, with three words - check your email.

“Your dad again?” Sophie murmured quietly, resting her hand on his knee.

“No…” He trailed off as he opened his email and found that his screenplay had been one of two chosen to be produced for their final semester. He had a meeting next week with his professor to start working out logistics, casting and choosing a production team. “Oh. Wow.”

“What is it?”

He smiled, hesitant, and tilted his phone toward Sophie. “Um, the screenplay thing. Mine got picked.” He shook his head, in disbelief as he smiled wider. “Holy shit, mine got picked.”

“Rafe!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him and smacking a kiss to his cheek.

James perked up, leaning next to Sophie to read the phone too. “You got it? For real?”

“I got it.” He confirmed, now grinning ear to ear. The phone was passed around the table so everyone could read the email and everyone congratulated him, making his cheeks turn red as he beamed. Julia ordered a round of shots almost immediately. He had made the boys read it over at least five times each, for proofreading before he submitted it, then once he gave a copy to Sophie, she’d made the girls read it too because she was so proud.

“This is the one where you confess your love to her like twelve times over?” Colin asked.

“Yeah, remember, Rafe, the characters hated each other in the first draft? And then you changed the girl’s name to Sloane one day, wherever the fuck that came from -” James added, oblivious to the growing smirk on Sophie’s face.

She leaned closer, raising her eyebrows. “When was that changed?”

Rafe’s blush spread to his ears now, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t remember. It’s not important, anyways -”

“I think it was barely September -“ James supplied helpfully, yelping when Rafe kicked him under the table. “Hey!”

Julia grinned. “You changed it to her middle name in only September? Weren’t you still fighting then?”

“I didn’t know -” He started to defend himself, only for Allie to roll her eyes.

“Oh, okay, you just happened to change it to that of all names. Sure, we believe that.”

Julia laughed once she caught Sophie’s eye and her extremely pleased expression. “She’s had a crush on you since high school, anyways -”

“I did not -” Sophie instantly retorted, ignoring the smug grin Rafe wore. “She’s lying.”

“I’m not. Jesus, Sophie, you two could have saved yourself all that arguing and just been together, you two are dumb.”

“Wait, you’ve liked me for that long?” Rafe cocked his head, oblivious.

“Oh my god, you two are blind.” Allie giggled, accepting the tray of shots from their waitress and passed them around. “Here, everyone - congrats, Rafe.” She lifted her shot and everyone else clinked theirs together, then took it at once.

The rest of the night was a blur for everyone, but especially Rafe. He kept taking other people’s shots on accident and sucked down any drink presented to him with a straw, but absolutely refused to hydrate normally (Sophie resorted to giving him vodka waters at the end of the night just so she could keep him upright). He kept an arm slung around her shoulders or waist the entire night, not letting her out of his sight for a single second.

“Baby, please stop leaning.” Sophie told him with an exasperated tone, pushing at his shoulder for the fifth time that night.

“I love you so much.” He replied, bright-eyed with a grin. “So damn much.”

“Okay. Stand up straight.”

“I am.”

James ambled back to the two of them and ducked in between them so Rafe’s arm was around his shoulders instead, taking the weight off of her for a moment. “Jesus, Cameron, lay off the drinks.”

“He’s fine, he’s celebrating.” Sophie smiled, patting Rafe’s cheek affectionately.

“Enabler.”

She shrugged. “So be it. Where have you been?”

“Trying to talk with some girls.” He supplied, nodding his head toward Colin with the same group. “Apparently they’re more into nerds.”

“The one time in your life you’ve failed to score.” She teased, batting his hand away as he went to flick her.

Rafe leaned into James, resting his head against his. He had a few inches on him, making it just comfortable enough. “James. Guess what.”

“What, bud.”

“I’m gonna marry Sophie.”

“Yeah, dude, we know.”

“No. Tonight.”

James snorted. “Yeah, okay. I feel like you’re gonna be out within the hour.”

Rafe ignored him, eyes scanning across the crowd. “Where are our girls?”

Sophie beamed, loving how he’d adopted her friends as his own. “I think Julia’s just getting guys to buy her drinks and Allie’s hovering around so she can benefit.”

“Julia definitely had some guy’s tongue down her throat earlier.” James confirmed. “I told him to fuck off.”

“Does she need help?” Rafe frowned, handing his drink to Sophie and straightening up like he was going to go hunt for her.

“No, she’s fine.” James nodded toward Colin, Julia and Allie all coming back toward them.

Sophie looped her arm back around Rafe’s waist, taking his weight again, and intercepted a drink that Allie offered to him. “No more. You guys having fun?”

“Yeah, a couple guys might be coming over to join us later.” Julia informed them casually. “Rafe, you good with that? I won’t show them any of your fancy shit.”

“Uh...yeah. That’s fine.” He cocked his head. “Wait, a couple? Just for you?”

“No, me and Al.” At Colin’s affronted look, she shook her head quickly. “Not at the same time!”

“Wait, no, we’re busy tonight.” Rafe shook his head and smacked a kiss to Sophie’s temple. “We’re getting married.”

Colin widened his eyes. “You’re what?”

“We’re not!” Sophie amended quickly, pinching Rafe’s side. “We’re not. He’s hammered.”

“She doesn’t wanna marry me ‘cause she’s scared of my dad.” Rafe informed them, his expression a little too serious for it to be a joke. “It’s true.”

“Okay. I think you need to go home.” She pursed her lips. “Are you guys staying, or…?”

“Family sticks together!” Rafe exclaimed, looping his arm around Colin. “We’re all going home. Did someone pack a white dress?”

“Rafe, we are not getting married.” Sophie sighed, exasperated. “Not tonight.”

“But I have the ring.” He protested, making the whole group stop in their tracks.

Julia nearly choked on her drink, mid-sip. “You what?!”

Rafe held up his hand and slid his pinky ring off his finger, the only one that barely fit Sophie’s thumb. “See? I have a ring.”

“Oh my god.” Allie breathed out, shaking her head. She stepped around him and strode forward out of the club, knowing he’d follow. “Hey! Come on. We’re going home.”

Sophie just stared at Rafe blankly, not following the rest of the group until James gave her a little shove from behind. “Chill out, Flint, I’m not gonna let him propose like that.”

She shook her head to get herself to snap out of it, laughing weakly. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

“No panicking.”

“I’m not - just. Jesus. Okay. He says that so easily.” She mumbled, walking out with James behind the group.

He laughed, nodding. “Of course he does. It’s Rafe. He loves hard.”

“Yeah.” She smiled to herself, twisting her ring on her finger. “He does.”

Once they all made it home, after some convincing on Allie’s part with the taxi driver and a little extra cash thrown in from Rafe, James and Colin helped wrestle Rafe into their bedroom. (They made the mistake of looking the other way once and he took off across multiple lanes of traffic, convinced he needed to go rescue the kitten that was on the other side of the road - it was actually a crumpled paper bag.)

“Okay. He’s your problem now.” Colin brushed off his hands for emphasis, swatting Rafe’s hand away as he went to tug on Colin’s shirt. “There’s no way he’s getting anything up, so sleep is probably your best option.”

Sophie blushed, running her hands over her face. “Great, I needed to hear that. Helpful.”

“Fuck you, Colin.” Rafe slurred, flipping him off.

“Mature.” James commented, kissing the top of Rafe’s head, then Sophie’s, before turning to leave. Any other time it would be weird, but she’d gotten used to his drunk affectionate state. “Night buddies!”

“Night! Love you!” Rafe called after him and Colin as they left and shut the door behind them. He turned his gaze to Sophie, smiling goofily at her. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi, baby.” She replied, glad he was compliant as she tugged off his shoes and socks, and shirt too. “Can you take off your shorts for me?”

“You can take ‘em off.” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

She rolled her eyes, having to shove a little, but finally succeeded to strip him down to his boxers. “Okay. Will you come brush your teeth?”

Without a warning, he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap, meeting her in a full-force kiss, hands roaming.

“Hey!” She squealed, shoving at his chest out of instinct. “Watch the hands, Rafe.”

He immediately dropped them to her sides, nudging his nose against hers. “I love you.”

“Love you too. I’d love you more if you would brush your teeth.”

“Dental hygiene is that important to you?” He skimmed his palm up her back, teasing his fingers along the zipper down the back of her crop top. “You should be naked right now.”

“Cameron.” She warned.

“Not my name.”

“Rafael.”

“Sophieeeee.” He whined, pouting. “Say my name for real.”

She rolled her eyes and kissed along his neck, resisting a laugh when he so easily melted to putty beneath her. “Rafe. Asher. Clifford. Cameron.”

“Sounds like I’m in trouble.” He mumbled, unzipping her crop top and hummed in satisfaction when she slipped her arms out of the skinny straps, letting him toss it aside. “I don’t like that.”

“Baby?” She murmured, sucking a small spot at the base of his neck before returning to kiss his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s not nice.” He frowned. “Be nice to me.”

“No.”

“You have to be nice to your boyfriend, angel, it’s the rules.”

“I’ve never heard these rules.” She countered, pushing him back against the bed. “I don’t think I got the rulebook when we started dating.”

“Because you hated me when we started dating.” He argued, flopping back against the mattress. “Are we gonna have sex?”

“Can you stay awake long enough?”

He nodded enthusiastically, reaching up to palm her breast. “Yeah. I got you. I’ll make you come, like, five times.”

She snorted, tugging off her skirt and pushed it aside. “I don’t think you’ve ever made me come five times. Maybe three, but that’s it.”

“What? No. That’s not right. You definitely have - like, in Nice or something -”

“Nope. I would remember.” She rolled off of him to pull off her underwear and toss it on the floor, then laughed as he rolled on top of her, frowning.

“I totally have, Sophie, come on. You’re lying. I can get you off.”

“Yeah, but not five times. That’s so long, Rafe.” She argued, grinning as he ran his hands down both her arms before pushing them above her head, one large hand encircling both her wrists.

“I’ll show you five times.” He argued, glancing around the room, unfocused. “Where’s some string?”

“You are not tying me up with string, Rafe, pay attention.” She arched her back a little, practically shoving her chest in his face to get him back on track. He nodded, dropping his hand down to her hip and skated his teeth across her nipple, loving the moan it elicited from her. She curled her fingers into his hair, sighing when he left open-mouthed kisses across her chest.

He hummed, his head bobbing a little and his eyelids fluttered as he felt her nails rake across his scalp. “More.” He mumbled.

“Yeah?” She replied, scratching his head a little more and had to bite back a laugh when he rested his head on her chest for a moment, then pressed lazy kisses against her skin. “Don’t you dare fall asleep on me.”

“M’not, just...resting.” His breathing slowed and he reached one hand up to cup her breast, though the way he did it felt more like he was holding it for emotional support than to turn her on.

“Rafe.” She whispered, squirming underneath him. “Get off.”

“Shh.” He nuzzled a little closer, relaxing his full body weight into hers. “Nappin.’”

“Are you fucking -” She sighed, pushing him just enough so he rolled onto his back. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth.”

“No, no, I’m ready.” He mumbled without opening his eyes, gesturing loosely to his lap. “See.”

She rolled her eyes and tugged on a pair of underwear and a big shirt of his that she’d packed, then leaned over to kiss his cheek. “You’re not even close to hard.”

“No...what’sit you say?” He squinted one eye open to look at her. “Have at me?”

She just laughed, shaking her head. “I’ll be back.”

“Sophie, baby, Sophie.” Rafe repeated, grabbing at her arm. “You gotta stay.”

“I’m just getting you water, Cameron, I’ll be right back. Promise.” She slipped her arm out of his loose grip and pressed a kiss to his forehead, smiling at the way his lips turned up in a dopey smile back. “Stay here.”

“Okay. Be safe!” He called out.

She shook her head and went out to the kitchen, grabbed two water bottles and returned to the room not five minutes later to see him fast asleep, snoring softly with his phone in his hand, screen still shining bright. She rolled her eyes and pried his phone away, then paused as she saw the screen - he’d just donated $5,000 to the local animal shelter in Columbus. This wasn’t an entire unusual occurrence - she’d seen a couple emails in his inbox here and there thanking him for a donation, but never this much. “Holy shit. Rafe.” She nudged him, trying to wake him up. “Rafe.”

“Mm?” He grumbled, rolling back over.

“Did you mean to do this?” She showed him his phone screen. “Five thousand?”

“Uh huh.” He reached over and wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to pull her into bed. “Come sleep.”

“You’re sure? You didn’t mean, like, $50? Or even $500?”

He pouted, lip wobbling a little as his eyes began to water. “Baby, all those animals are in there on the cold floor, and they don’t have homes -”

“Oh, honey -”

“No, no, listen. They don’t have homes, and it’s not fair, but if they get more money they take away their adoption fee, and then they can have a home.” He stared her down seriously as a couple tears slipped down his cheeks. “They need homes, Sophie.”

She nodded, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and stroked her thumbs over his wet cheeks. “Yeah, sweet boy. They need homes.”

“I hope Josie’s okay.” He yawned, moving to rest his head on her lap.

“Josie?”

“She’s five, and she’s a very sweet yellow lab, and good with other dogs and people, and she’s been at the shelter since July,” he recited from memory. Rafe had checked the website at least every two weeks and had found himself attached to this one dog for reasons he couldn’t explain, even going as far as buying her toys from the shelter’s Amazon wishlist. He absolutely knew he couldn’t visit, because he’d be taking her home in an instant. When he’d been looking for apartments in New York for them, he found himself selecting pet friendly as a search option - just in case.

“Oh. Okay.” She murmured, a little confused as she stroked his hair. “I’m sure she’s alright, Rafe. Will you drink some water for me? Or at least take your contacts out?”

He blinked hard, rubbing his eyes until his contacts popped out, and set them on the nightstand. Sophie resisted a scowl. He slipped his hand under her shirt and held her tight, palm splayed flat against her ribcage. “G’night.”

“Night, baby. I love you.”

“Sophie.”

“Yeah, Rafe?” She settled in against him, pulling the covers over them both.

“Marry me.”

She laughed, rolling back over to nudge her nose against his. “No.”

He yawned, not bothering to open his eyes. “Please?”

“Later. Now we’re sleeping.” She kissed him softly, smiling as she whispered. “Sweet dreams, favorite boy.”

“Love you.” He mumbled back, barely coherent before falling asleep.

____

The next morning, he was all too smug as he woke Sophie up, blindly reaching for her in bed and pulled her close against his chest. “Baby.”

“No.” She grumbled, pulling the pillow over her head as she tried to wriggle away.

“Soph.” He tried again, holding her tight as he pressed kisses against her hair. “Sophieee.”

“I’m tired, Rafe, fuck off.” She sighed, frowning up at him as he grabbed the pillow and tossed it to the floor. “Hey.”

“Tired from last night, huh?” He smirked, trailing a finger down the center of her chest, down her stomach. “Sore?”

Sophie rolled over to look him in the eye, eyebrows raised. “Sore from what?”

“You know.”

“I don’t.”

“C’mon.”

She furrowed her brow at him, confused. “Rafe, you fell asleep holding my boob. You weren’t even hard.”

“Huh?” He cocked his head, sitting up a little. “But we...did I dream that? The navy lace?”

She laughed, loud. “I don’t own navy lace anything.”

“Well, shit, we gotta buy you something.” He ran his hand through his hair, still a little confused as Sophie smiled up at him and fixed his messy hair, sitting up to straddle him. “Really? We didn’t do a thing? I swore, you were, like, having the time of your life.”

Sophie shook her head, placing both hands on his chest as she shifted forward a little. “No. You left me high and dry. Glad dream-me could get something though.”

Rafe quickly picked up on her cues, his hands going to her hips to steady her. “I think I can help fix that.”

“I think you can too.”

Just as she leaned down to kiss him, James pounded on their door, thankfully being smart enough to not barge in. “Yo! We’re leaving in an hour! Do you want breakfast?”

“Fuck off!” Sophie yelled, rocking her hips against Rafe’s. “We’re busy!”

“Busy packing, I hope!” James called back.

“He’s packing!” She replied with a giggle, laughing harder when Rafe quickly clasped his hand over her mouth and shushed her.

“We’re not hungry!” Rafe yelled, pinching Sophie’s side. “Leave us alone!”

She squealed, batting his hand away and couldn’t help but laugh as James’s footsteps faded away. “What, I’m not allowed to brag about you?”

“We don’t have time for you to brag.” He replied, wrapping a strong hand around the back of her neck to pull her into a bruising kiss. “C’mere.”

“How much do you remember of last night?” She asked in between kisses, leaning back just enough to pull off her shirt.

“Not much.” He flipped them over, then leaned down to graze his teeth over her nipple.

“You asked me to marry you.” She breathed out, a little wary of his reaction. “Multiple times.”

“I did? I’m a smart man.” He replied with a smirk, trailing his fingers up her inner thighs.

“You are.” Sophie moaned quietly, then pressed her hips up. “Just get inside me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive, Rafe, please, I gotta shower and pack.”

He laughed, loud. “Sure we have time?”

“Rafe Cameron, I swear to fucking god -”

He laughed, cutting her off with a kiss. “I got you, baby. Always got you.”

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One step at a time

My @aftgexchange gift for @lemonboyjosten You said “hurt/comfort” and I couldn’t resist. Hope you enjoy it!

It was a good day, Andrew had decided.

He and Neil had gone to the zoo as per Nicky’s request – “They’re opening the penguin exhibit Andrew! Penguins!” – and even he couldn’t hide a smile when they waddled up to Neil and pecked his red hair curiously. It was small, an almost microscopic curve of his lips. Logically, Neil shouldn’t have seen it, but somehow he did. And he smiled back at Andrew. Small and secretive but warm and so full of love that it made Andrew’s breath catch in his throat.

Then he lost his breath when a kid dropped their bright-blue slushy on Aaron’s brand-new beige chinos.

It was a good day.

It was a good day, but Neil was sweating next to him in their bed despite the winter cold. He was trembling, murmuring so quickly and sharply that he sounded like a frightened animal, cornered with nowhere to run and no idea of how to escape. It sounded like he was begging and all Andrew wanted was for it to stop.

“Neil,” Andrew whispered, his voice rough with sleep. “Wake up.”

Neil didn’t respond, his breathes now coming in short shallow gasps that burrowed into Andrew’s heart and activated an instinct that he didn’t know he still had. He didn’t want to touch Neil when he was in this state, so he hovered just above him, bending low so that he could speak directly into Neil’s ear. ��Neil,” he said softly. “You’re safe. You’re here. Wake up.”

Neil’s arms relaxed slightly and Andrew had the brief thought that he should probably stop crowding Neil’s personal space before a solid fist connected with his jaw.

Things happened in slow motion; Andrew sitting up on the bed, rubbing at his jaw, Neil blinking the sleep out of his eyes, looking slowly at his knuckles. Andrew could see the realisation dawn in his eyes, before a look of abject horror crossed Neil’s face and he scrambled out of bed. Andrew unsuccessfully tried to reach out to reassure him, but his hand fell short, and Neil sprinted from the room.

“Fucking hell,” hissed Andrew, watching him leave.

He found him on the roof a few moments later, a bag of frozen peas pressed to his jaw.

Neil was curled tightly, trying to make himself as small as he was that first day Andrew pulled him out of the fire. Only, this time Neil was trembling so violently that the long sleeves he normally wore to bed had slipped down his to his elbows and Andrew saw for the first time the scars that were so different from his own. Neil’s were round and deep, asymmetric and frantic, while Andrew’s were thin and sharp, betraying a system that Andrew didn’t even notice he had at the time.

Andrew dropped the blanket he was carrying around Neil’s shoulders, but the redhead didn’t respond until Andrew sat down next to him.

“Andrew I’m –“

“Don’t apologise.”

Neil looked at him sharply, and Andrew blinked at the moisture in his eyes.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I apologise? I hit you, Andrew!”

“Because I was crowding you while you were panicking. That was my fault and I should have known better.”

Neil sputtered for a moment. “Y-you were trying to help. I shouldn’t’ve reacted –“

“I can take a punch, Josten.”

“For God’s sake, ‘Drew, that doesn’t mean you have to,” Neil whispered, his voice cracking. Andrew felt a twinge in his heart in response. “Fuck.” Neil whipped angrily at the tears flowing down his cheeks.

Andrew gently pulled his arms back down to his side. “You’re allowed to cry.”

Neil used his arms to clutch at the blanket and pulled it across his shoulders and knees as he sobbed quietly. Andrew didn’t say anything until he stopped sniffling, and by that time the skyline was already glowing in the soft orange that promised a bright dawn.

“I wanted today to start good,” Neil whispered, so softly that it was as if he would shatter the silence and everything else good in the world if he dared say what he wanted to. Andrew inclined his head to tell Neil that he was listening, and Neil smiled softly, his eyes tired. “It’s been going so well. I wanted to wake up this morning with both of us warm in bed and the sun coming in through the windows and now I fucked that up.”

“Healing isn’t linear, Josten.”

“I know. I know, but I-“ Neil wiped his hand over his face, burying it in his hair, clutching the back of his skull to pull himself even smaller.

“Yes or no?” Andrew asked.

Neil finally looked him in the eyes. “Yes,” he said instantly.

Andrew sighed, grabbing the blanket and spreading it across his shoulders as well. He tentatively rested his arm across Neil’s shoulders instead, and waited until Neil relaxed into him to let it tense. He pulled Neil close to his chest, letting his own body heat warm him up.

It was then that Neil noticed that Andrew had left his armbands behind. He stared at the methodical cuts. “Yes or no?” he whispered.

Andrew swallowed, but buried his face in Neil’s hair and inhaled deeply. “Yes,” he breathed.

Neil traced the scars, his fingertips so light that it was as if he though the pressure from his fingerprints would be enough to make the old scars burst open once again.

“I survived that,” Andrew said into his hair. He tapped Neil’s arm. “And you survived this too. We aren’t going to let the damn things get to us now.”

They sat in the quiet, as close as they could be, huddled under the blanket and watching the sunrise. Andrew played with a strand of Neil’s hair that was long enough to tickle his cheek, brushing across the freckles as if it were a paintbrush splattering stars across a broken sky. At some point, Neil started talking; about his father, a man so awful that he had spent most of his childhood years running away, about his mother, a woman so awful she had made him believe he could. Neil spoke about being pulled back, the war with the Moriyamas, the torture, the deal with the police in exchange for his and Kevin’s freedom. By the time he was done, the sun was high in the sky, but Neil’s hands were still cold and trembling, perhaps now more due to exhaustion instead of fear.

“We should probably feed the cats,” Andrew said, although he made no move to get up and do so. Neil was resting his head against Andrew’s chest, his side fitting perfectly. Andrew felt like they were a matching puzzle that he didn’t want to break.

Neil hummed. Andrew looked down to see that his eyes were closed, a soft smile on Neil’s face as if he were halfway to the blissful sleep he had missed that morning. It made Andrew’s heart ache.

“I’m going to pick you up, Neil. Yes or no?” he whispered gently. Neil hummed again, and burrowed further into his chest. “Neil?”

“Yes,” Neil yawned.

Andrew lifted him up with ease, cradling his legs and shoulders as Neil’s head stayed where it was. Andrew made sure the blanket was still covering both their arms. While he didn’t care what the other residents of Neil’s building thought, he knew that Neil didn’t want Matt or the others to see the scars he was carrying.

Kevin raised his eyebrows when he saw them walking down the stairs, but Andrew judged the dazed look in his eyes and decided he was too hungover to pay them much attention and just shrugged as he let himself back into the apartment.

The cats were clawing at his legs the whole way from the front door to the bedroom, but he the glare he shot them kept them mostly quiet. Neil woke up from the jostling when Andrew put him back in the bed, and mumbled a sleepy, “Drew?”

“Stay,” Andrew said, tucking the blanket around him and walking out, closing the door behind him once the cats had followed him out.

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like-a-bag-of-potatoes · 3 years

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Playing With Fire - Moving On

A/N: So this is my first crack at Chicago fire fanfiction, so don't judge too hard, alright? This will unfold from the beginning of season three, so if you haven't watched it yet, but plan to; SPOILER ALERT! I tried to follow along with the storyline of the show, but some things have been changed. Shout out to my superawesome beta @thorne93, you rock!

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Beth (OFC)

Warnings: Language probably.

Wordcount: 2065

MASTERLIST

The world was spinning when Beth woke up the next morning, so she decided it wasn't even worth it to open her eyes. That's until she remembered how the night had ended, and her eyes flew open.

“Oh thank god,” she muttered when she learned she was alone in her bed. For a while she just lay there in silence, listening for any sounds in her apartment, when she was certain that she was alone she decided to get up. Groaning, she rolled out of bed and threw a blanket around her shoulders before she padded to the kitchen in need of water, Advil, and bacon.

She furrowed her brows at the little note on her table, her tired and puffy eyes having a hard time concentrating on the words.

Thanks for a fun night! Sorry to sneak out before dawn, but duty calls. I realized that I didn't get your number, so I'm gonna leave you with mine just in case you want a re-run. No pressure.

- Jay

Beth groaned as she balled up the paper. “Nice jobb, dumbass,” she scolded herself.

Thanks to the copious amount of alcohol she had consumed last night, her nerves were fried, so when there was a knock on the door, she jumped. For a second she just stared at the door, very annoyed with the person on the other side of it.

“Good morning, player,” Gabby greeted in a chipper tone, smiling from ear to ear. “You look like shit,” she added as she handed Beth a cup of coffee she had brought for her.

“I look better than I feel then,” Beth mumbled as she took the styrofoam cup from her friend. She didn't even invite her in, just turned around and started making her way back to the kitchen.

“You alone?” Gabby asked, tentatively looking around the small apartment.

“Why?” Beth asked, snapping her head around so fast she thought she might throw up. Damn hangover.

“You know Jay works with my brother right?” she deadpanned. “Plus, Otis and Hermann were still at the bar when you two left. So was Kelly - my roommate,” she summarized.

“Gossip spreads faster through a firehouse than it does through my family. I'm impressed,” Beth said with annoyance in her voice.

“Tell me about it,” Gabby agreed. “Look… I had Matt drive me downtown to get your car-” she handed Beth the keys - “He's outside and we really have to get to work. I just wanted to get you your keys and check in.”

“Thanks,” Beth said softly. “I'm good. A little embarrassed, and a lot hungover, but I'll live.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Gabby assured. “You are both consenting adults, nothing wrong with having a little fun.”

“I know. Just thinking that getting over someone by getting under someone else might not be the best plan of action,” Beth said with a dry chuckle.

“Fair point,” Gabby agreed. “Look, can we catch up later?” She was clearly stressed and in a rush to get to work, so the two said their goodbyes and then she was out the door.

Beth threw back some Advil, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and then went straight back to bed, hoping she would be able to sleep away the hangover before she had to be at work that afternoon. At least she knew that everyone at 51 would be working that night so she wouldn't have to run into any of them. And by any of them, she meant one in particular.

***

A couple of days went by without Beth really socializing with anyone. She hid in her apartment as much as she could, still sort of embarrassed by the events of the other night.

That night there was quite the crowd at Molly’s, so Beth was more than a little relieved when Gabby showed up to help out. It was crazy busy, but it didn't take long before Beth realized that something was up with her friend. Behind Gabby’s beautiful smile, there was a hint of sadness and at the first opportunity, Beth dragged her friend to the end of the bar so they could talk privately.

The past two days had been crazy. Mills and Brett, the two EMTs, had been kidnapped, but ultimately found in one piece. Chief Boden and his wife, Donna, had their baby, but little Baby Boden had some complications and was still being treated at the hospital. Kelly had broken things off with his wife and sent her back to Florida. It was a lot of information to get all at once, but they didn't have time to go into too much detail.

“And today, this gorgeous blonde comes trotting into the station on ten inch heels, looking for Matt. I ask her what it was about and then she hands me his phone and announces that he had left it at her place when he left that morning,” Gabby explained, finishing up the tale of crazy that had been going on.

“What?!” Beth exclaimed. “He cheated on you?”

“No. Turns out it was Severide’s bimbo and Matt had just crashed on the couch,” she said. “I'm just.. I think I'm just starting to realize that we’re not gonna make it through this,” she concluded with a heavy sigh.

“What are you going to do?” Beth asked, trying not to put too much thought into the whole Kelly part of the story.

Gabby just shrugged, and before she could say anything else, Jay walked up and interrupted them. “I'm gonna go- uhm - be somewhere else,” Gabby said awkwardly before hurrying away.

Beth had dreaded this moment since the other night. She wasn't really a one night stand kind of girl, so this situation was a little unfamiliar to her. “Hey,” she said a little awkwardly. Jay’s smile was very charming as he greeted her back. “Gabby just filled me in on what's been going on. Seems like you’ve had a few busy days,” she noted.

The intelligence squad that Jay worked for had been the ones that helped find Brett and Mills. “Yeah,” he nodded. “But we got them back in one piece, and the bad guys are behind bars, which is all that matters.”

“Good job, Detective,” she complimented. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I'm actually on call,” he said simply. “I just came by to say hey. Maybe see if you have any plans tomorrow?”

Fuck. “Look-” Beth started, not really knowing what to say. “I had a really great time the other night-”

Jay cut her off. “But you’re not really looking for anything right now,” he finished without any accusation in his voice, still with that charming smile on his face.

“It's just that I'm trying to get over someone and I don't think using you as a rebound is fair on either one of us,” she tried to explain. Jay was smart, kind, and funny, and under different circumstances she would be all over this. However, right now wasn't the time for them.

“Lieutenant Severide?” he asked. Beth didn't answer him, but he definitely knew. “Alright then. We still good?”

“I hope so,” Beth said.

He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to her cheek before saying goodbye and heading back to work.

***

The evening went by in a hurry and before they knew it, Gabby was shooing the last of the customers out the door, locking it behind them while Beth grabbed them each a beer so they could finish the talk they started on earlier.

“I have to get out of Matt's house,” she suddenly said. “Two months ago, if that girl had shown up at the firehouse like she did today, my first thought would have been that there's a reasonable explanation here. Now, though, my first instinct was that he had cheated on me and I - I don't know. I'm just thinking that it's already over between us.”

Beth didn't really know what to say, but she had seen how they had struggled for the past couple of months. “If you need a place to crash, my door is always open. And my couch is surprisingly comfortable,” she offered.

“Thank you,” Gabby said with a half hearted smile. “Tonight?”

“Absolutely,” Beth said, pulling her friend into a hug. “And for the record, I think that you and Matt will figure this all out. Maybe not right away, but I do believe in the two of you.”

“You’re a good friend, Beth.”

Both of them were more than ready to call it a night and go back to Beth’s for some much needed rest, but it turned out that the evening wasn't quite over for Beth yet.

When they stepped out of Molly’s the first thing they saw was Kelly, leaning against his blue Mustang, waiting for her.

“You have a minute?” he asked, looking at Beth as he pushed himself off of the car and taking a few steps closer to them.

Beth fished her keys out of her pocket and handed them to Gabby. “I'll be right there,” she assured.

“You sure?” Gabby questioned, looking between Beth and Kelly, but when Beth nodded her head, she turned on her heel and walked away.

“What's that about?” Kelly asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Not my place to say,” she stated simply. “Why are you here?” It was a chilly night and Beth tugged her jacket tighter around her body to shield her from the cold wind.

“I just wanted to apologize for the other night. It wasn't my place to say anything.”

“Apology accepted. That all?” she asked coldly.

Kelly didn't say anything, his mind busy searching for words he couldn't find.

“Alright then. Good talk,” she said sarcastically as she took a few steps backwards before starting to turn away.

“No. Wait,” he said, making her stop in her tracs. “You said that you hoped we could find a way to be friends down the line… Guess I just needed to know that I didn't fuck that up.”

“You didn't,” she assured. “But we’re not there yet. At least I'm not.”

“Anything I can do to help you get there?” he wondered, taking a few steps closer to her. He desperately missed her. Her smile. Her laugh. Her touch. He knew that he had ruined any chance of a relationship between them, but he couldn't stand the thought of losing her completely.

“Space and time, just like I asked for. I told you that as long as you’re seeking answers at the bottom of a bottle-”

“I promise you that I'm done with that,” he vowed, cutting her off.

“So you weren't out with Matt - two days after your wife left- getting drunk and crawling into someone else's bed?” She wasn't angry at him, but the accusation and jealousy in her voice was clear as day.

“That's different,” he defended.

“I shouldn't have brought that up,” she said quietly. It had nothing to do with them really, and it wasn't like she hadn't done the same thing with Jay.

“That's okay,” he assured.

“Look,” she said with a deep sigh. “Honestly, I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything that happened between us, and what happened after.”

“What are you saying?”

“That I care about you,” she admitted, looking up into his eyes. “Probably more than I should. And I have no idea where to go from here.”

Hope rose in him at her words, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Beth, I'm not the kind of guy that shows up in the middle of the night to make amends. I care about you too, a lot.” It was so great to finally get that off his chest, to finally admit to her how he felt.

“Yeah. You showed me just how much when you went to Vegas and married the first girl you met,” she accused.

Now he was confused again. “I made a mistake, Beth,” he pleaded.

“I can't do this,” she said, slowly taking a few steps backwards. “I hope we can be friends one day, Kelly. I really do. But I can't do this dance with you right now.” She shook her head as she turned around and started on the short walk home, not stopping or looking back as he called out her name.

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Give Me Some Sugar

Steve Rogers AU

Series Masterlist

Sugardaddy! Steve Rogers x Sugarbaby! Reader.

Summary: When young Y/n gets fired from one of her jobs she struggles to make enough money for college loans and Bills, that’s when she meets Steve. What Steve is looking for isn’t exactly a relationship, he just wants someone to look pretty in his arms and take care of his needs without asking many questions about his job.

Series Warnings: Salty reader, age gap, Sugardaddy, and Sugarbaby relationship and all the chaos that comes with it, SMUT (Obviously. Don’t try to tell me you didn’t see that coming, Karen.), asshole people (Yup that’s a warning.), language more will be added later to the chapters.

Characters (as per the chapter): Y/n (Duh), Steve Rogers (Duh again), Sharon Carter, Wanda Maximoff, Lisa (OFC)

Words: 6.1k (Yeah I know right? I got a little carried away.)

Chapter Warning: Language, a little bit of bad description of Law studies (There’s gonna be more in coming chapters. I’m not a law student so I don’t know much about it.)

CHAPTER TWO

Third Person POV

The next morning when y/n woke up her head felt like her brain was about to burst inside. She never liked this part of drinking alcohol, the hangover, wished there was just a skip button on it. As the bile rose to her throat she jumped out of her bed and rushed to the bathroom in the hall ignoring the eyes of her sister and her family. Why are they still here, don’t they have jobs and school and stuff?

She knelt down and hurled over the toilet seat, emptying her stomach and throwing up anything she ate yesterday. She scrunched up her nose when some of the vomit stuck to her hair and some of it on the toilet seat. Oh, how she wished Wanda or Sharon were here to hold her hair.

“Are you pregnant?” Lisa asked as she stood on the door leaning against the frame.

“What!? NO, I’m just hungover, if you don’t remember it was my birthday-” Y/n started saying but before she could complete her sentence another wave came over. “Yesterday.” She completed wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Y/n turned a little only to see her sister standing there giving her a disgusted look. “What? Like you never threw up?”

“Yeah whatever, there’s naproxen in the cabinet under the sink. And you’re cleaning that up, I’m not cleaning after your shit.” She said and walked out of the bathroom making the girl sitting in front of the toilet groan. “Bitch.” Y/n muttered before getting up and cleaning the mess she made on the toilet seat. She bent down the sink and took out the pills and popped two of them in her mouth.

By the time she got out of the bathroom the living room was empty. She looked around to see where the people sitting here 15 minutes ago went but there was no sign. Y/n sighed out in relief that they were already gone, She was not in the mood to deal with Lisa’s three rugrats and sleazy husband anyway.

Her head still felt like someone was banging drums inside so she quickly took out her phone and called off from work and decided to take a nap. She was too tired to even take a shower. Y/n knew it was gross but her bed was calling out for her so without thinking twice she jumped on it and dozed off to sleep.

The next time when y/n woke up it was 2 in the afternoon, her head felt less heavy. She could finally think straight without having a huge migraine. The first thought that bounced in that little head of hers was the blond man from last night, a frown instantly took place on her lips. Y/n still couldn’t get over the fact that he rejected her last night, but then he paid for her drink, which reminded her that she had to pay him back somehow, she had no idea how but somehow.

One thing that people love to do when they are home alone is taking long hot showers so that’s what she did. Standing there under the stream of the hot water she let it wash away every little strain or ache in her muscles. She took a long shower, shaving and scrubbing every inch of her body. She thought It’s my day off so why not invest it in pampering myself. After the shower y/n called Sharon and she said they took the day off too, ‘hangover doesn’t show mercy to no one.’ were Sharon’s words. So she quickly got dressed in simple jeans and a shirt and took a bus to their place.

Y/n opened the door with the extra key that she had. The scene inside was nothing new to the girl, both her best friends were sprawled over each corner of the couch, a big bowl of popcorn between them, and some old horror movie was playing on the TV.......on mute. As y/n got inside the door shut closed behind her louder than she expected making them both wince.

“Don’t be so loud, woman.” Wanda glared. Y/n had the urge to laugh at their condition, they looked worse than she did this morning. Sharon was even wearing sunglasses inside. “I’m never drinking ever again.” She stated in a gruff voice.

“Well, that’s what you said the last time you got drunk but here you are again, repeating the circle,” Y/n said taking her shoes off and sitting between them. “Did you guys even had real lunch?” She asked pointing at the ball of popcorn.

“What are you talking about? Popcorn is real lunch.” Wanda said grabbing a handful and stuffing it in her mouth.

“Well there’s corn and there’s the butter I think that’s enough real lunch for two people who are too tired to get up,” Sharon said.

“OK, I was thinking about making you guys something but if you don’t want-”

“Please, y/n, we are so hungry,” Sharon said cutting her off mid-sentence. She got up with a chuckle. “What do you guys want?” Y/n asked as she walked toward the kitchen.

“Anything with lots of cheese in it,” Wanda replied and y/n proceeded to make them that one simple dish that never disappoints her, cream cheese chicken. She was in the middle of roasting some veggies to eat with the chicken when she heard Wanda say. “Oh my god, I’m changing the channel, what’s the point of being a fucking ghost if you’re just gonna kill people with guns.” Her comment made her laugh out loud. Y/n was happy that she had them in her life. Everything would be perfect right now if that asshole Ed hadn’t fired her, she would be happily walking out of college and going to the restaurant but here she was making lunch for her friends, not that she minds it. She’s just never been fired from a job before, it was a first and it stings like a bitch. Just like she’s never been rejected before either, guess turning 21 comes with a lot of firsts.

Y/n spent the rest of the evening with her friends and then took a bus home at the same time that she did every day. She was not ready to tell her sister that she got fired from the restaurant, Lisa would kick her out in an instant. She had to find another job before telling her.

*******

The next morning her life fell back into everyday routine. Waking up at 5, fighting with her sister’s husband for the shower, taking the shower, wearing SFW clothes, going to the cafe at 6. It was Sunday and y/n didn’t have any class today so she could take some extra shifts too which was so good for her right now. Her hands worked like a machine when she was in this cafe like they had a mind of their own. It was something she has been doing for two years now so she was pretty damn perfect in it. She could do it constantly with closed eyes for hours without stopping even for a second.

But when she heard a familiar voice say “One double espresso to go.” Her whole body froze. She looked up and there he was, standing in all his glory, her handsome stranger, with wet hair and a shirt which fitted him like a condom. He looked more handsome in the morning as if that was even possible. He looked satisfied at the girl’s reaction then he looked down at his watch and said. “Can I get a double espresso to go please, Ms-” he took a pause looking down at her name tag. “Y/n, I’m getting late for a meeting.”

“Oh, right I’m sorry.” She quickly came out from her haze and started making his coffee. Her mind couldn’t help but wonder things like, Why is he acting like he doesn’t know me? like he didn’t dance with me that night like I didn’t almost give him a striptease. Like he didn’t......reject me. “What name do you want on the cup?” You asked sweetly.

“Steve Rogers.” He simply answered and she quickly looked up.

“Steve Rogers? You’re Steve Rogers?” Before she could help herself the words left her with a surprised tone to it. She has been serving him coffee for two years now, just not to him but to a middle-aged man who was probably a couple years older than the man standing in front of her, who she now assumed was probably his secretary. She has heard that name a couple times before other than that but she had no idea that what it is that he does, just that he’s some hotshot businessman.

Wow, never in her life she would have guessed that some hot man that she ground on in a club on Saturday night would turn out to be a big businessman. Life shows some weird twists and turns but this was definitely one of the biggest and weirdest in hers.

“Yes, that would be me, is there a problem with that?” He asked with a small smile or smirk or whatever it was.

“Oh, no, no. Sorry. There’s nothing, no problem at all. Everything is just a-okay.” she bit her tongue when she realized she was probably babbling. God why are you getting so nervous, he’s just asking for a coffee, not sex. This is what you do for a living remember. She gave herself a talk as she continued making his coffee. She cleared her throat and begged for her professional side to kick in before saying. “That would be $2.75.” She said with a smile as she handed him the coffee and he handed her a 100 dollar bill in return. “I’m so sorry, sir. But we can’t provide you change at this hour of the morning.”

“It’s okay. Keep the change.” He replied and she had to make sure she heard him right and she wasn’t hearing things. She tried not to let the shocked look display on her face.

“I’m sorry, sir. What?.”

“I said, keep the change, Ms. Y/n. It's your tip.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Rogers, but I can’t take 97 dollars tip for just a cup of coffee.”

“Well, Ms.Y/n. You don’t have any change, I don’t have any change, I don’t see a third option here.” He said it like 100 dollars doesn’t mean shit to him, that’s her income of two weeks minus the tips in this cafe

“We accept pay-pal too,” Y/n said pointing at the QR code over her counter.

“Well, that’s just too bad because I didn’t bring my phone today. I guess you just have to keep it, Miss.” He said and turned to leave but she stopped him, determined to know why was he acting like he hasn’t met her before.

“Ste- Mr. Rogers, You didn't have to pay for us that night, I don’t know how to pay you back,” Y/n said and Steve looked at her with a confused frown on his face, like he had no idea what she was talking about.

“I’m sorry?” He asked and Y/n felt the pang of disappointment in her heart. He wasn’t acting, he actually didn’t remember her. Not did he just reject her, he even forgot her. Either that or he was just a really good actor. Y/n felt embarrassed for even thinking that someone like him would ever be interested in her. He must have thousand of girls falling at his feet, why the fuck would he give a damn about a girl who he danced with for 15 minutes on a Saturday night, who was probably too young for him anyway. But she already said it so there was no taking it back now.

“You don’t remember? We met at 1 Oak the night before yesterday.” Y/n said in hope that he would remember it.

“Oh, right, I do remember now. You were wearing a red dress.” He said as he looked down at her attire making her want to hide under the table in shame. “You are looking very different.” He added and y/n looked down at her white button-up and black slacks and that maroon apron that she wore every day, her hair up in a high messy pony and some of it was framing her face, she looked nothing like she did that night.

“Ya, that was me. I was saying that you didn’t have to pay for our drinks. I want to pay you back.”

“Oh, it was nothing. You don’t have to pay me back.”

“But-”

“Ms. Y/n, I said it was nothing now if you don’t mind I’m getting late for my meeting.” And with that, he walked out of the cafe not even turning to give her a second glance.

Nothing!? It was nothing? Money was nothing to rich people? Who does he think he is? Just because he is some rich businessman does not mean he can treat everyone like a charity case. She worked hard for a living, she has self-respect, she does not accept a 100 dollar tip from some. Especially not someone who she danced with in a local club.

“Bullshit.” said a voice and Y/n quickly remembered it as the old sweet lady’s who worked with her and quickly turned around.

“Sorry, Ruth?” Y/n asked the 70-year-old woman with a confused smile on her face.

“He just bullshited you for 5 minutes straight to your face,” Ruth replied as she went back to her task of cleaning the cups on the counter beside Y/n’s.

“I don’t get it, what are you talking about?” Y/n asked as she started making a latte for her next customer. “Is it okay if I use whole milk, sir? You’re not Lactose intolerant right?” Y/n asked the customer with a sweet smile on her face which she always has when she talks to the customers even though most of it was fake.

“I wouldn’t mind if you used petrol in it.” He said with a smirk and she wanted to bang her head on the counter at his bad attempt of flirting but she kept the smile intact.

“I don’t think that would be healthy for you, sir.” She replied and continued making him Latte. When she handed him his drink and he went away, she kept the money in her jar and turned to Ruth.

“What were you saying, Ruth?” Y/n raised her eyebrow with curiosity.

“I was saying those rich people are big ass liars.”

“Why would you say that?” Y/n frowned at the older woman.

“That man, Steve Rogers, he came here yesterday, asking of you. When I said that you took the day off he went away without even getting a coffee.” Ruth said and the younger woman’s eyes widen with a little shock. He remembers her? Then why was he acting like he didn’t?

“Wait, asking for me as in by my name? He knew my name?” Y/n asked in a surprised voice.

“No, he came up to me and said where’s the hot chick you work with......Of course, he knew your name.” Ruth said sarcastically and Y/n doesn’t know why but she felt relief wash through her whole body. So he does remember her. Y/n couldn’t help the smile that formed on her lips. But wait how did he know her name? She didn’t tell him that night did she? To be honest she can’t really remember if she did. She can’t really remember anything but his hands on her body, that masculine smell of his, how he felt against her. How his hard but firm chest felt pressed against her back. And now she’s turned on again. Shit.

She couldn’t help but smirk as an idea popped in her head, it probably wasn’t a good one but it was an Idea.

“Oh, two can play a game, Mr. Rogers.” She muttered under her breath as she bit her lip and went back to do her job. The rest of the day pretty much mundane. She had a study group till late that evening so she couldn’t meet her friends today, she wanted to meet them and tell them everything about the man but she was too tired after the study group so she just went home instead. She ignored her sister when she asked what was she doing home so early and went straight to her room deciding to go back for dinner when everyone is asleep.

Y/n have to admit, she was pretty excited for tomorrow. Even though she had no idea if he would even show up tomorrow, maybe he will ask his secretary to bring him coffee again, maybe it will be like the last two years again. Maybe he will actually forget her by the next time. But with that little hope of meeting him again tomorrow, she went to sleep with a stupid smile on her face, food wasn’t even a priority anymore.

*******

The next morning Y/n tried her best to look good and presentable without wearing something that was not safe for the work environment. She can’t remember the last time she felt so excited to go to work. Probably when she first started dating Brock, God he was so sweet the first few months why did he have to turn into an asshole. Anyway, she shouldn’t be thinking about him right now.

She had played out every single possible scenario in her head since last night, even now as she stands in front of the mirror she practices her seductive smirk. She was wearing her purple shirt which Wanda said looked really good on her and her jeans was a little tighter than usual, her hair was tied up in a high pony, a few curls sticking out and framing the soft outline of her face, she even applied a little more make up than usual. Although she hated the fact that she was putting so much effort into her looks for a guy who she wasn’t even sure is going to show up.

Her heart fluttered as she thought again of what Ruth had told her yesterday. He came to the cafe and asked for her and left when she wasn’t there. That could mean that he went to the cafe to meet her, coffee is just an alibi, right? She has been serving his coffee to his secretary for two years now and now suddenly he wants to come to the cafe and buy his coffee himself? Someone might think that he’s doing that just so he could see her.

She looked at the mirror and stared at her face, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were plumper because she has been biting on them out of excitement. She couldn’t help but think, was she good enough? Was she good enough for a guy to want her like that? Her thoughts were broken by the sound of her sister yelling.

“I swear to god, Malcolm, come back here and brush your teeth,” Y/n swear she has never heard that woman talking sweetly to someone. What were they doing up at 6 anyway?

Without wasting her time anymore Y/n grabbed her college bag and rushed out of her room.

“Aunt, Y/n.” A voice made her jump as two little arms wrapped around her legs and she looked down at her favorite niece. And less than 2 seconds later she was surrounded by all three of them, Malcolm was hiding behind her to get away from his mother.

“Hey, babies.” She smiled and knelt down and gave all of them a hug. Even though they could be too much sometimes but she still loved them.

“Are you not gonna have to breakfast with us?” Carl, who was 7 and the oldest of them asked her with a pout.

“No, sweetie, I’m so sorry but I’m getting late for the cafe, but I promise I’ll try to have dinner with you okay?” Lisa might hate her but she never stops her from interacting with her kids. “Now give Aunt Y/n a kiss and let her go to work.”

When Y/n reached the cafe she looked down at her watch and saw that she was a little late. She hoped to god that Steve hasn’t already come and left. She quickly entered through the back door and wore her apron before rushing out to her counter. “You’re 15 minutes late, Y/n. But just because I’m a good friend I’m not putting it up on the chart.”

“Thank you so much, Rick. You’re a lovely friend.” Y/n said giving a flying kiss to the younger boy.

“Does that mean-”

“No it does not mean I’ll go on a date with you, you’re still a minor.” She replied as she quickly got to work and heard a groan coming from the young boy who muttered ‘God, I can’t wait to turn 18.’

“Hey, Ruth. Did he come yet?” Y/n asked curiously.

“Who? Sam Rogers? No.” She said making the younger woman sigh out in relief. She couldn’t let all your hard work go to vain like this.

“By the way his name’s Steve,” Y/n replied.

“Yeah, honey. I know, I just like to pretend that I forgot a handsome man’s name.” Ruth said making Y/n laugh a little. “Is that why you dressed up today?” Y/n didn’t realize that she would notice but she did which made her blush

“Yeah, is it bad?” She asked taking a step back so Ruth could take a good look at her whole outfit.

“What? No, you look lovely.” Ruth said.

“Did you dress up for me?”

“No, Rick. Shut up and get back to work. Listen, Ruth, if he comes back today, I need your help, please.”

*******

Steve felt ridiculous. For an hour, an hour he has been walking around that street thinking if he should go in or not. More than half of his brain was telling him to just go back to his office and ask Phil to bring him coffee. He already messed it all up yesterday so there was no chance that she would want to see his face again. He looked at his watch and it was already 10 o clock. Fuck, he has an important meeting at 10:30, what the hell is he even doing here?

“Fuck it.” He muttered under his breath and walked inside the cafe but there was no sign of her. He walked up to her counter where the old lady from the day before stood. “Where’s Y/n?” He asked with authority in his voice.

“Sorry, Son. She’s not here today.” The old lady said who’s name he figured out as Ruth by her name tag. Waste of time, that’s what this whole thing was. He wasted more than an hour walking around this cafe and now she’s not even here, just great. “Thanks.” He said and turn to leave.

“You don’t want coffee?” Ruth asked and he just shook his head before walking out.

He was about to cross the road when a voice stopped him. “You didn’t order anything.” He turned around and there she was, leaning against the wall of the cafe, her arms were crossed over her chest as she stated the obvious. A smirk made its way on Steve’s face and tried to hide it as she walked over to him. She looked so beautiful, so pretty and innocent, it was like she was asking him to bend her over and take her in the middle of the street. Y/n couldn’t help but smirk in victory, the prey has fallen into the trap, little did she know that who was the prey in this situation. She grinned at the man in front of her and said. “Generally when people walk into a cafe they order something.”

“What I wanted wasn’t in there, Ms.Y/n.” He said with a smirk.

“Yeah? And what is it that you want, Mr. um mm....what was it again?” She pretended to try to remember his name causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t remember my name?” He asked crossing his arms across his chest and walked closer to her.

“No, in fact, I don’t think I remember meeting you, have we met before?” She asked trying to act serious but she couldn’t help the smile forming on her lip. He walked closer trying to intimidate her but she refused to let him win. As they stood there chest to chest in the middle of the street, she looked up at him due to the height difference.

“What do you think you’re doing, Ms. Y/n?” Steve asked in a low whisper. Steve knew what she was trying to do, and she knew that Steve knew what she was trying to do but she was not going to back out now.

“Giving you a taste of your own medicine, Mr. Rogers.” She whispered back.

“Oh, so now you remember my name?” He asked making her bite her tongue at her mistake.

“Yeah, I do now.”

“You know, it's a good thing you’re here, I was about to think you’re one of those girls who don’t take their job seriously.” He said and his hand begged for him to just grab her, feel her soft skin against his rough hands, but he didn’t want to freak her out.

“Oh, I take my job very seriously, Mr. Rogers. But you know what I take even more seriously? Someone lying to me.” Y/n said with a smirk and took in his reaction.

“Yeah, I was kinda hoping that wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Why did you do that in the first place?” She asked curiously and a frown replaced her smirk.

“I accept it was wrong for me to do that, but I went in there to tell you something and then I saw you and somehow I ended up lying,” Steve admitted the truth there was a small pause as he waited for her reaction, his heart almost melted and his pants become tighter as she gave him that signature smile, that could make any man fall on his knees and eat out of her hands.

“What was it that you wanted to tell me?”

“I want to go on a date with you.” He said in a monotone which made her raise an eyebrow. Is that how rich people ask each other on a date?

“Huh? That’s not how you ask someone on a date, Mr. Rogers. Let’s try that again.” She said as she tried very hard to not shrink under his gaze. There was something in his eyes that she couldn’t just figure out. Something that made her want to let him manhandle her, let him throw her on a bed, and do things to her. There was the authority behind his gaze, something that she didn’t know turned her on until now.

“I am not asking. I am telling you that I want to go on a date with you, now the question is if you wanna go or not.” He said with the same authority that made her week on her knees.

“Let me think......I get off from college at 4, then I have a study group till 6 and then, I think I’m free after that.” She said biting her lips.

“Be ready at 8, I’ll send my driver to pick you up. Save your number in it.” He handed her his phone and she didn’t think twice before saving her number in it.

“See you at 8.” She said with a smirk and went back inside but not without swaying her hips and giving him a show of what he can have if he plays nice.

*******

She could easily spot the soft ginger head of her best friend as she walked down the corridor of her college. Y/n couldn’t help her excitement as she rushed over to the ginger head. “Wanda!” She exclaimed making the said woman jump. She held out her hands to grab her to steady herself, people were giving her looks. “Easy, woman. What happened?” Wanda asked with amusement.

“Where’s Sharon? I wanna tell you guys something.”

“She already had her class today. What is it?”

“You won’t believe what happened today.”

“Well, now I want to hear it. Did you punched your sister’s husband like I suggested you?”

“NO, although I think I should. I’ll tell you and Sharon together OK. I’m getting late for my study group right now. I’ll see you as soon as I can.”

“Come on, don’t leave me on a cliffhanger,” Wanda called out as Y/n walked down the corridor to the library.

She couldn’t help the smile that was spread on her face the rest of the day, her friends in the study group kept giving her weird eyes until one of them got fed up and asked her “Did you get laid?”

“What? NO!” Y/n said as all the eyes around the table were on her. ‘Although I hope I would.’ She left the little detail to herself.

“Well then focus, you’re kinda our only hope this semester, the new criminal justice professor sucks ass.” Y/n nodded and started explaining the topics of capital punishment to her friends.

Y/n felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and she gave an apologetic look to her friend and picked up her phone to see there was a message from an unknown number. Her heart fluttered slightly as she already knew who it was messaging her.

‘Send me your address- Steve.’ The message simply read and she quickly typed in her address before putting her phone back in her jeans pocket without waiting for a reply.

Y/n found herself standing in front of her dresser in her bra and panties that evening biting her nails, she still hasn’t decided what she’s going to wear. Her hair and make-up were done already but she had no idea what she’s gonna wear. She had no idea where Steve was taking her so she couldn’t decide if to wear a dress or to wear jeans. She didn’t want to be underdressed but at the same time, she didn’t want to be overdressed either.

Steve Rogers didn’t look like the guy to take a girl somewhere cheap on a date so she was definitely counting on something fancy. She only had one good heel that she hasn’t worn yet so she has to decide on something that would go well with it. Choosing her major after graduating high school was definitely easier than this.

“Are you going out?” Lisa asked standing on the door frame and Y/n nodded her head without looking back at her. “Are you coming back tonight?” She asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I come back?”

“I don’t know. I just thought-”

“That just because I’m going out I’m gonna sleep with some guy? Honestly Lisa my personal life is none of your damn business.”

“Oh please, I’m too busy to give a fuck about your personal life anyway. Just don’t bring any guy home, I don’t wanna explain to my kids that what’s a strange guy doing in Aunt Y/n’s room.” The older girl said accusingly and that made Y/n’s blood boil.

“What are you talking about? Have I ever brought anyone back here before?” Y/n asked crossing her arms across her chest in a defensive manner.

“Oh, that doesn’t matter because you give me surprises every day, sweetheart.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Y/n almost shouted at her sister. She couldn’t take her bitchiness anymore.

“Do not use that tone with me in my fucking house. And you know well what it means when the hell were you going to tell me that you were fucking fired.” Lisa yelled back. Y/n knew that the kids and Martin were probably standing outside right now listening to them but at that moment she didn’t give a damn.

“I was going to tell you okay. And like I said my personal life is none of your damn business. and don’t give me that ‘my house’ bullshit, I pay you the rent, I’m not living on your money.”

“Well you will be now, wouldn’t you? Because you got fucking fired.”

“You know what? I’ve had up to here with you.” Y/n said leveling her hand above her head. “I’m gonna move out tomorrow from this shithole.”

“Oh yeah? And go where? Live with that date of yours? And how gonna pay him in return? By sucking his cock?” Lisa asks and Y/n looked at her with a disgusted look on her face.

“What is wrong with you, your children are outside.”

“Let them be, let them know what a fucking whore their aunt is,” Lisa said.

“Enough is enough, Lisa. You don’t have to worry about rent anymore, I’ll move out tomorrow, I’ll rather live on the fucking street but here.” Y/n quickly put on her maroon dress which was hanging right in the middle of her closet and pulled on her heel boots before grabbing her boots and shoving her way out of the house. She looked down at her watch to see she was right on time, it was 8 o clock. Your pick-up must be waiting for you outside.

When you walked out you were expecting a uber or an SUV, hell maybe even a Range Rover but what she definitely wasn’t expecting was a Matt black Mercedes-Maybach. It looked too expensive to even stand in that cheap neighborhood that you lived in, You quickly looked down at yourself and suddenly felt unworthy to sit in that car. If this was just your pick up then you can only imagine what your date’s gonna be.

You were shocked but there was someone who was even more shocked than you, Lisa. When you looked back at her her face was priceless. You wanted to take a picture but then you realized you probably looked the same right now.

“Ma’am, are you Ms.Y/s/n?” asked a man who stepped out of the driver seat wearing a gray suit.

“Yes. That would be me.” Y/n answered trying to look not too shocked.

“I am Pete. Mr. Roger’s driver, I’m here to pick you up for a date.” wow even the driver was dressed better than her. “Ma’am.” He opened the back door and gestured for her to get inside, Y/n nodded at him with a smile before getting in.

The fight with her sister wasn’t even crossing her thoughts anymore. The only thought she had right now was, was she underdressed. Sure she wasn’t wearing a cheap one, and it looks good on her too but was it good enough for Steve’s status. The maroon dress had a halter neckline and was off-shoulder and it gave a nice complexion to her bare collar bone and the upper part of her chest. The whole dress was made of lace, the upper portion hugged her body tightly and the skirt of the dress frilled around her, The hem reached just above the knee.

“Tell me, Mr. Pete, where is it that we are going?”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am but I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.” He said and you pouted.

“But you can give me a hint right?”

“No can do, ma’am.”

“At least tell me if I’m underdressed or not.”

“I’m afraid that’s not my place to say, ma’am.”

“Are you a robot, Pete? Do you only read commands?” You asked and this one made him laugh a little.

“No, ma’am. I can assure you that I’m very human.”

“Please stop calling me ma’am, Pete, you’re making me feel old.”

“Sorry, ma’am.”

The rest of the ride went rather silently. Pete asked her if she wanted to listen to any music and she politely said she’s fine with anything he wanted to hear. When Pete finally stopped the car she looked around and realized they were in the poshest area of New York right now. When Pete ‘helped’ her get out of the car even though she said she can do it herself, She had to physically restrain her jaw from falling on the floor. Here she stood in front of one of the tallest buildings she has or probably will ever see. It was a french restaurant she couldn’t even pronounce the name of, she has heard about it a few times but she never even thought she would ever go in.

She quickly looked down at herself and thought, Yup, she’s definitely underdressed. Oh, she wishes she had worn that rose gold dress of hers. She walked up to the woman that stood in her uniform just outside the door.

“I’m here to meet someone, the reservation’s under Rogers.”

“Yes, Ma’am, Mr. Rogers is waiting for you, please follow me.” The woman said with a bright smile and lead her to the elevator. As she got inside and the elevator door closed, she realized that there was no backing out now. so she sighed out and tried to relax.

Here goes nothing.

*******

CHAPTER THREE

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thisriver1swild · 4 years

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Maniac

Rafe x Reader

trigger warnings: talks about drug abuse and a break up and a toxic relationship

Genre: a little fluff, a little heartbreak, a little angst

Summary: Rafe and Y/N break up and you both remember and go through it. Based off the song “Maniac” by Conan Gray. I’m sorry it turned out really long.

Song lyrics in bold and flash backs in italics. Hope you like it!

You were with your friends partying

When the alcohol kicked in

Said you wanted me dead

So you show up at my house all alone

With a shovel and a rose, do you think I’m a joke?

He had been so stupid to think that anything good could have come out of that party. Rafe looked down at his feet. He’s wearing the shoes that he had worn that night. He tugged the shoes of his feet and threw them in his closet. Sitting on his bed he rubs his hands over his face and through his hair.

The party was loud and smelled like the chlorine coming from Topper’s pool. Rafe was in the basement with Topper and Kelce going on about how you had just gotten into a fight with him.

“I mean what does she want from me. She expects so damn much all the time.” He said slurring his words together. Topper look over at him and shook his head.

“Don’t say anything you’ll regret man that’s still your girlfriend.”

“Fuck girlfriend. She was being such a bitch today man. The way she runs her mouth she’s gonna end up dead.” Topper and Kelce exchanged nervous glances and Kelce said,

“Alright man. You don’t mean that. Just drop it and pick it up when you’re not totally wasted.” Rafe shrugged his shoulders at his friends and in an irritated fashion started to walk away.

“Whatever man I’m going home” He walked up the stairs and out the door towards his bike. His friends not bothering to follow knowing they couldn’t do anything for him when he was this drunk.

He never did make it to his house. Stopping at your house and banging on your door. You stumbled to the door half asleep,

“What the hell Rafe? What are you doing here its almost two am!” He loomed over you and tried to think of something to say, piecing together his drunken thoughts. “ God you smell like booze.” You shook your head and with this comment he snapped,

“ I can’t deal with you anymore Y/N. All you ever do is judge me and I’m not in the mood to be judged anymore. You’re not worth my fucking time.” You just stood there shocked. These words had come out of his mouth before. But this time he was drunk and angry and you were tired and sick of fighting.

“fine.” You said shortly. You closed the door.

People like you always want back what they can’t have

But I’m past that and you know that

You should turn back to your rat pack, tell em I’m trash

You sit at the end of the dock at John B’s house and listen to the sounds of your friends laughing back in the house. You smile to yourself and wish that you could be happy like they were. But you were still so angry and so sad about what had happened with Rafe. Your feet swished in the shallow water and you looked out over the marsh.

The day after Rafe’s late night house call you sat in your room waiting for a call. You knew it was coming and you didn’t know what to say. You knew that he would either call you and whisper lies in a cloudy hungover voice or he would show up at your door messy hair and tired just wanting to sit with you. You didn’t know what you wanted. You wanted him to stay away and to come over. It was all to much. You were too angry. This time you wouldn’t go back he didn’t deserve it.

Some time after noon you heard a short loud knock that you knew all too well at your door. You got up from the couch and walked to open the door. There he was. Standing in front of you. Tired eyes and messy hair. His voice sounded like he just spoke for the first time in his life this morning. Clouded and raspy.

“Baby. I don’t remember much from last night but I know it was horrible. Please forgive me I didn’t mean whatever I said.” God he didn’t even remember. You knew he was wasted but you wanted him to realize how awful he could be so he would have to live with it.

“ You always think that you’re just gonna get me back. Just like that.” He looked at you blankly not quite comprehending what you were saying.

“People like you always want back what they can’t have Rafe. Spoiled people. Only used to getting what they want. You don’t get to have me anymore. Not after all the abuse and the drunken fights and the drugs.”

He balled his hand into a fist and hit the wall behind him in frustration.

“God. WHY CAN’T YOU EVER JUST ACCEPT AN APOLOGY FROM ME AND MOVE ON Y/N” You stood there unaffected by the volume of his voice. It had stopped affecting you so long ago. You were too used to being yelled at.

“I don’t think you understand how often I forgive you Rafe. Too often. More than you deserve and more than you even remember because your high half the time when I come back to you. I don’t want this. But I know you’ll blame me for all of this. So go back to Topper and rant about how your stupid pogue girlfriend broke up with you. Again.” You shut the door in his face just like you had last night.

Tell all of your friends that I’m crazy and drive you mad

That I’m such a stalker a watcher a psychopath

And tell them you hate me and dated me just for laughs

So why do you call me and tell me you want me back?

You sit on a log in the boneyard and watch JJ and John B argue about where to put the Keg. You knew that Rafe would be at the party tonight. That boy could never miss a good party.

“Bro! Put it on the flat log over there!” Exclaimed JJ

“No. Put it in the sand so that its not in danger of falling over!” John B snipped back.

“This is a stupid debate. Put the damn thing in the sand and move on.” You snapped at them. They looked at you for a second. Set the Keg in the sand where you had pointed and then looked at each other. Silent.

“Sorry.” You said flatly. “I’m just not looking forward to tonight. But i have to be here because I am helping throwing this party and if I leave before Rafe I lose.”

“Lose what exactly?” Questioned Pope.

“I don’t know. The silent battle of wills.” With this Kiera lets out a laugh and rolls her eyes at your dramatic statement. She waves a hand towards the tourists and you all get in place had it out beers and the party starts to take off.

Two hours. Two peaceful Rafe free party hours. Then you heard his voice. He never did learn how to talk quietly. He had seen you and he was saying to Topper,

“Man. I see her fucking every where. She’s at the house because of Sarah and she’s at this stupid party and everywhere. She’s driving me crazy.” You roll your eyes and look over at him. He knew you had heard him. He wasn’t stupid. He was trying to get a rise out of you and it worked.

“Telling everyone I’m a stalker huh?” You yelled over at him. He laughed but it didn’t quite meet his eyes which were filled with an unmistakable hurt.

“Wow! Still hung up on me huh?” He retorted. You snort and cross your arms,

“I’m not the one sitting and talking to my friends about my “crazy ex” I actually have justification to call you crazy.” People were starting to watch you two. Out of the corner of your eye you see your friends walking towards you with concerned looks on their faces.

“ Oh please. Like I care about you.” He scoffed. You weren’t even going to pretend it didn’t hurt. “I never even liked you. How could I? Pogue. I hate you just like I hate all of your little pogue friends. I just dated you for a fucking laugh Y/N”

You took a step back from him. He had gotten closer as you argued. Everyone on the beach was silently watching until he said that. That was not a good choice. JJ burst from his silent watching stance and ran at Rafe. Swinging an arm to try and get a punch in. Your head cleared.

“JJ! Stop. He’s not fucking worth it.” You glare at Rafe as you and your friends pull JJ away.

“Yeah you never cared about me Rafe. That’s why you called me a few days ago to tell me you want me back?” With that you stormed off the beach. Getting away as fast as you could. With one more glare at Rafe your friends followed suit.

You just went too far Wrecked your car, called me crying in the dark Now you're breakin' my heart So, I show up at your place right away Wipe the tears off of your face While you beg me to stay

You sat in the hammock. Silent. Steaming. You remember the first time you got back together with Rafe.

Your phone was ringing. It was dark outside and you were sleeping. You recognized the ringtone. Rafe. He shouldn’t be calling. You had broke up. You sigh and pick up the phone.

“What”

“Y/N I crashed my car I’m far away from figure eight I’m close to your house. I. I need your help.” Your sleep filled eyes snapped open. He was crying.

“Rafe. Are you hurt? Who did you hit? What did you hit?”

“I’m fine I just need you to come get me and drive me home. Please I need you.”

Then you realized. He hadn’t hit anyone. He was high. You knew it even before you saw him. You knew what to expect. You rushed out of bed and grabbed your keys without thinking. You had to help. You didn’t care if he was high. You had to help. When you got to him he was sitting on the ground. Back against his car which he had run into a pole going at obviously an insane speed. You jumped out of your car and pulled him into your arms. You could smell the booze and see some remains of white powder on his face. But you chose to focus on the tears. You wiped them away and he whispered,

“I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me Y/N. Please stay.”

So you did. You stayed.

Psychopathic, don't be so dramatic We had magic, but you made it tragic Now you're manic, honestly, I've had it Listen to yourself, think you need to get some help

The fight on the beach had been a few weeks ago. You didn’t want anything to do with Rafe. You were so fed up. But you had agreed to go to Tannyhill to see Sarah and watch a movie or something. You just prayed that he wouldn’t be there. As you pulled into the drive you saw him. Working on his bike. Of course. You want one thing and you just couldn’t have it. He looked up at the sound of your car rolling in. You got out of the car and started to walk towards the door of the house.

“Just can’t stay away from me Y/N?” You couldn’t do this today. No fucking way. You whip around and stomp towards him. A smile spread across his face. His pupils were dilated and you could see a little drug baggy sticking out of his pocket. You laugh coldly,

“You fucking psycho. You act like I’m obsessed with you when I just try and stay away. Stop fucking harassing me every time you see me because you can’t live with your own mistakes.” His smile melted,

“Don’t be so dramatic Y/N. Everything is some big production right?” He laughed. The sound wasn’t the laugh you used to love so much. This was a loud and almost manic sound. It sounded like he was desperate to remember what laughing was like. You could see Sarah at the door looking at the two of you yelling. You could see he tell Wheezie to go back upstairs.

“Listen to yourself Rafe.” You look at him. Not in anger but pity. You take a step forward and grab the half empty bag of coke out of his pocket. You dump it on the ground. He looked like he was about to hit you but you didn’t care. If he hit you that just gave you another reason to not want to love him anymore. But you did and you hated yourself for it. “Look at yourself.”

You walk back to your car and look towards Sarah who just nods. She knows why you have to leave and she knows she’ll see you later at John B’s. You started the car.

“Get some help Rafe.”

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twilightknight17 · 3 years

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...today, on P5S...

...

Honestly, I talk a lot of shit about P5′s writing sometimes. Atlus made some exceptionally questionable writing choices in places. But one thing that P5 absolutely gets right is invoking the sort of emotion that draws you into the story.

With that said!

P5 is determined to make me want to stab actual human beings instead of Shadows. This is the second time now!

But first, I’ve got a boss fight to do.

Doing the mech part of Konoe’s boss fight again, it was actually easier the second time. I had a much better grasp of what I was doing, instead of flailing around frantically.

Konoe himself was still just as hard, but ultimately he was easier than Shadow Joker because it wasn’t a one-on-one duel. He still beat my ass, though; I think I used all of my rescue pills.

Once he goes down, Konoe starts going on about justice.

Don’t call me by my name like we’re friends. We never even introduced ourselves.

It’s interesting, because they admit to Konoe that what they’re doing isn’t without its flaws. But a world where no one can think for themselves is meaningless.

Konoe acknowledges that in his quest to eliminate evil, he ended up being the evil one. He also admits that he was the one who killed his father. He calls that “evil” too, which I don’t actually agree with. We saw what his father was like in the Trauma Cell. His father killed his mother, physically abused him, and threatened to kill him. I think, in that case, killing his father is a rational end result for someone in that situation. Not evil, just desperation.

The Thieves don’t contradict him, though. Just make some comments about how now he can make up for his actions. His Shadow returns to his real self, the Thieves return to the real world, and Zenkichi promises that as soon as they take Konoe in and get his confession, he’s going to arrest Owada, too.

With the case closed, the Thieves decide that it’s time to go back to Tokyo. But not before one last night in Osaka. The idea of leaving makes Sophia anxious, though, because she feels like she hasn’t learned enough about the heart. But Akira and Morgana reassure her that she can still stay with them, even after they return to Tokyo, and they’ll keep looking for answers about who she is.

Sometimes a family is a guy, a cat, and one of the guy’s four younger sisters. ^_^

Tenboto is the tower, and the game asks you to invite someone to the top. However, this time, you can only invite either the group of girls or the group of boys, so I took the boys, since I took Haru on the ferris wheel before.

Morgana isn’t pleased that we didn’t invite Ann.

However, I really don’t see the problem.

Look at how he’s looking at Yusuke! Even Ryuji can tell that we’re having a moment. :D

Afterwards, the whole squad headed off to “Universaland” to celebrate together.

I had no idea that there was a Universal Studios in Japan, but apparently there is, and it is in fact in Osaka! They compared it to their trip to Destinyland the year before, but thankfully this one went a lot better. Everyone had a good time! We had so much soda! We were so hungover the nex--what.

...what is it with Persona characters getting drunk off soda? XD I hope you kids at least played the King’s Game so the hangover wasn’t in vain.

Zenkichi shows up to let them know that Konoe’s in custody. He thanks them for everything that they’ve done, for both Akane and him, and says he’s telling them goodbye for now, but they’re welcome to visit whenever they want. He promises a tour of Kyoto next time. Yusuke will be so happy!

After hours on the road, lamenting that vacation is coming to an end, Sophia suggests detouring to Yokohama for a fireworks festival. So the Thieves finally get to see fireworks, and Sophia gets to experience them, too.

........don’t make me go home yet. I just want to spend time with my friends without the world ending.

After the fireworks, you get to speak to each of your friends, and get a trinket from each of them. Ann gives you a handmade friendship bracelet, Makoto a phantom thieves keychain that Akane made, Ryuji a Feather Red Duke mask to match his Yellow Ostrich, Yusuke his sketchbook that he filled with pictures of the trip, Morgana a scarf in phantom thief colors, Sophia a pair of custom gloves to match the scarf, Haru a teaspoon from Hokkaido with a flower pattern that symbolizes familial love, and Futaba a good luck charm for keeping families together.

STOP, P5S, you’re going to make me cry. Let these kids stay close.

Right before they’re about to leave, they take a group picture for Sophia, which we don’t get to see. Which sucks. But then she realizes that she can smell a Jail, and Zenkichi calls in a panic. It’s never a good sign when someone calls and leads with “Are you watching the news?”

EMMA’s servers were shut down, but apparently reactivated, and now a Jail is covering Tokyo all the way to the outskirts of Yokohama, and it’s just getting bigger. Zenkichi promises to meet us, and Lavenza opens a Velvet door because she wants to talk.

She’s... legitimately unnerved.

Thank you, P5S, for giving me the opportunity to comfort my youngest sister in some small way. Now let me out of this cell so I can actually give her a hug. With the context from Royal that she has actual nightmares about being ripped apart, this is heartbreaking.

She says that she regrets that she has to keep asking us for help, but the dialogue options let you reassure her that you’ll handle it, and that there’s thinking to worry about.

I appreciate having dialogue to actually reassure her more than I probably should.

Now...

LAST WARNING

If you’ve been reading along and don’t want the finale spoiled, DO NOT GO PAST THIS POINT. As soon as we leave for central Tokyo, we’re going 90mph and not slowing down.

If I didn’t have work in the morning, I’d have finished this damn game tonight. X’‘‘D Curse being a responsible adult.

After leaving the Velvet Room, Zenkichi’s waiting at the RV, and when you enter the RV, that’s when you get the warning above.

So we are off to Tokyo to figure out what the heck is happening with EMMA. And the core location is, exactly like I wanted...

LET’S CLIMB TOKYO TOWER, BABY.

People are crowded around the tower like mindless cultists. The Thieves are confused and unnerved, and then EMMA activates the navigation on its own and flings them into the Metaverse. LET’S SEE WHAT’S UP THIS TOWER.

...oh.

......oh no...

Ohhhhhhh no this is Mementos. Why is this Mementos. This is not a tower. Oh god. Why this.

Oh, we are incredibly fucked, what is this.

EMMA says calls itself the “Ark of the Covenant and the guide for all mankind.” This fucking AI thinks it’s a god. Holy hell. Human cognition really needs to cool it with elevating ordinary things to god status. We’re so tired. X’D

......I FUCKING KNEW THAT I DIDN’T TRUST THIS WOMAN. OH MY GOD.

She goes off about how EMMA brought her into this world to help it become a god. How Konoe teaching EMMA about cognitive psience allowed it to pass the usual boundaries of AI. How EMMA has been manipulating Konoe all along. How EMMA’s going to fulfill all of humanity’s desires.

Ichinose-san, may I suggest that you go hang out with Maruki? He has too much heart, and you have none. You’d complement each other perfectly, and then I can shove you both off a building.

The kids, obviously, reject this bullshit.

Logic over emotion, to the point of utter ridiculousness. She complains that people always want solutions to their problems, but that when the solution is offered, they turn it down.

Maybe that’s because your solution is mind control. At least Maruki wasn’t flagrantly puppeteering people.

“Li!” you cry, throwing up your hands at me. “Is this it? Is this why you want to stab her? Did you just admit that she’s worse than Maruki?”

To which I answer, “Oh, no. It’s the next bit that makes me want to stab her.”

After she straight-up admits that she has no emotions, she manipulated us right from the start, she was the one spying on the Monarchs, and that all of her cheer and friendliness is an act, the Thieves are ready to fight Ichinose. And Ichinose reveals why EMMA wanted her help specifically. Because not only did she program EMMA, she created Sophia as EMMA’s prototype.

And she can voice-override Sophia.

The Thieves freak out, the game throws us into a battle against a murder-mode Sophie, and none of your teammates will attack her. They just hang back or let her whale on them one at a time, and I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t attack her either, and Yusuke got knocked out...

And then it went into a cutscene.

Joker took a yo-yo to the face and was actually bleeding, and that was enough to snap Sophia out of it. She starts clutching her head, stumbling back, and eventually stumbles right off the edge while apologizing to Joker. He lunges to catch her, misses, Ryuji grabs him, and all the Thieves turn on Ichinose.

Ichinose does not give a shit. She just comments that maybe that’s why EMMA used Sophia as a failsafe, because it knew we wouldn’t want to fight one of our own. Shut the fuck up. You killed my little sister. I know she’s probably going to be fine, but it’s the principle of the thing.

She summons some sort of giant red crystal and blasts the hell out of us, sending us flying down even further into the depths.

We found Sophia; she won’t cut back on, so we have to get out of here so Futaba can figure out what’s wrong with her. And then, I am coming back, I am beating that woman to a pulp, and then...

Well. It’s bound to be easier to kill an artificial god than a false one. :3

#Li plays P5Scramble

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No Strings Attached, Chapter 1 (Willaska, Bitney) - Albatross, Veronica

AN: New life, new university, new friends…what more could Alaska ask for? Following the end of her relationship with Jinkx, Alaska has decided to pack up and move to a new college…on the other side of the country. Nothing like a bit of space to get over a break up, right? As she settles in for her new life, Alaska must navigate her new surroundings and of course, her new roommates with some very strong personalities of their own. A collab with the amazingly patient VeronicaSanders. This series is going to have two separate stories. The Willaska chapters will be labeled 'No Strings Attached' and the Bitney chapters will be labeled 'Off Limits,' and both will be labeled with the series tag, 'Just Friends.'

Here’s to a new life, Alaska thought as she paused in front of her new dorm building. It was simple, modern-looking, but it felt like so much more than that. Here she could start over and forget about the mess she left behind after her last semester of classes. The crying, the loaded silence…the isolation.

No, she argued, shaking her head before resuming her path up to the open doors, I am not going to think about that now. I am not going to ruin today.

The lobby was huge and busy. Tables were lined up, only three, surprisingly, by last name and absolutely crowded with people waiting to receive their room assignment and key. Already most of the staff looked fairly put on. At least four of them were running around, shouting directions, asking for updates and trying to answer students’ questions all at once. It was chaos…and Alaska was absolutely excited by it.

As she took her place in the queue, she pulled her two suitcases in as tightly as possible. All too easily she could see someone tripping over them and hurting themselves…or making a mess of all the new clothes she bought just for this semester. She was trying to reinvent herself. That’s what people normally do after an exhausting breakup, right? Perhaps not move across the country but they treat themselves. She went the whole nine yards; new clothes, new hair, new school. And if she had to say…she thought she looked pretty damn good. The blonde suited her and while the clothes would still take some getting used to; they were cute. She could definitely follow through with this.

Steadily the line began to move forward. Staring out at the crowd in the meantime, Alaska watched frenzied students in amusement. Some were frazzled, others content and relaxed, some dead tired and one or two…hungover? Typical college students, Alaska noted with a smile.

“Hey!” someone shouted in irritation.

That caught Alaska’s attention. It wasn’t hard to figure out what had happened; the one who cried out had just had her foot run over by the luggage being dragged by the newest arrival. Some flashy girl in a shimmery dress and the shortest hemline Alaska had even seen off anything that wasn’t considered lingerie, on Move-In day!

“Yeah, sorry,” she replied back, not even turning around. Doubtful.

She was something, Alaska observed with a disdainful look. Honey-colored locks tussled into messy, beachy waves, fell across her tanned shoulders as she briskly cut through the crowd towards one of the check in tables. With every movement you could see the subtle toning of her legs and ass, all highlighted by the skimpy garment and skyhigh heels that seemed to walk on air. She was the kind of girl used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it, and with no hassle. This was obvious in the way she marched straight up to one of the volunteers and introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Willam Belli. I’m in 414, can I please get my keys?”

The woman looked at her as incredulously as Alaska would have. But clearly she had more patience than most as she calmly pointed out, “Miss, there’s a line.”

This girl-Willam-glanced back at the queue beside her and replied, “Oh, I know. But these guys don’t mind, do you?” A wink was sent in the direction of some of the closest guys, jocks of course, and immediately Alaska knew that Willam had won. They all folded so easily and conceded their place in line to her. Turning back to the volunteer with a triumphant, smug little grin, she repeated, “Willam Belli. In 414.”

What a fucking psycho, Alaska thought to herself as she watched the scene played out, Lord help her roommates.

Having received her key, Willam spun herself around to go lay claim to her dorm room. She was almost out of sight and out of Alaska’s mind when a high-pitched squeal cut through the crowd.

“Bill!” came the excited call.

The owner of the voice was an ecstatically grinning little blonde girl practically bouncing on her heels as she raced through the lobby. Her eyes were crinkled with pure joy and her smile was warm enough to melt ice. Probably running after her boyfriend - oh, wait. Not quite, Alaska soon found out.

Much to Alaska’s, and most everyone else’s, shock, this girl dove straight into the arms of Willam, damn near knocking her over in the process. “Courtney, you bitch, this is fucking Prada!” despite the intent of feigning irritation, even Willam couldn’t hold back a wide toothy grin of her own. She settled for impatiently smoothing out her dress as Courtney fluttered her lashes and simpered, “I’m sorry, I just missed you. It was so boring here, spending the whole summer without you!”

Aussie…cute.

Willam laughed at this, pinching Courtney’s sides until a happy little squeal escaped her. “Have the other cunts arrived yet?” She asked, grasping the handle of one of her two suitcases.

“Nope,” Courtney beamed back, sticking her tongue out for just a moment. “You’re the first cunt.”

“Thank god. Now we can get settled and leave the other room for them.” Rolling her eyes, she added in, “I hope they aren’t boring assholes like last semester.”

“Omigod Bill, stop,” Courtney giggled, then glanced over to the pair of suitcases next to Willam. “Is this everything you’ve got?”

“Ha! You wish. My car is crammed full. Actually, make yourself useful and go grab some shit.” She tossed her keys to Courtney and grabbed the other suitcase, throwing in a casual, “Car’s out front. One of those spaces with the little blue sign.”

Of course she’d park in a handicapped spot, Alaska groaned to herself.

Even Courtney was not as forgiving of that action. “Bill,” she scolded.

“I’ll move it later,” Willam promised with an airy smile. “Everything else was just too far!”

“You’re the worst. Absolute worst ,” Courtney shot back with a grin. Pressing a sloppy kiss to Willam’s cheek, she said, “Good thing I love you though.”

With that the pair separated and by then Alaska was fourth in line. She shook her head as she tried to push those two far from her mind. Nothing she needed to worry about now, she told herself. With any luck, her new roommates would be quiet or at the very least, fucking sane.

After a few more minutes, Alaska was handed her key but as she looked at the accompanying card her heart sank to the pit of her stomach. 414.

Fuck!

******

“You serious about these curtains, Bill?” Courtney asked, one eyebrow raised, holding up the fuschia sequined curtains that she’d found on South Street. She looked at them doubtfully then handed them back to their owner. They were deliciously tacky and Willam absolutely adored them.

“Yes!” Willam argued, unable to believe Courtney couldn’t see how absolutely perfect they were for their room. “They’re amazing.”

“Sure…” Courtney laughed, continuing to help her unpack.

“Listen, just because you have no creativity or sense of fun-”

“Excuse you, I am plenty creative, you wanker! It’s just that some people like their bedrooms, where they sleep, to be, you know, soothing .”

“And you’re totally entitled to your boring opinions. But I-” Willam stopped abruptly as a figure rushed past by their propped open door. “Uh, hello! May we help you?”

Willam swore she heard a sigh before the girl appeared again. Tall, platinum blonde, a slender, willowy body to die for - which appeared to be news to her by the way she slouched, face almost totally obscured by giant sunglasses.

“Hi, I’m assigned to this apartment,” she droned flatly.

“And you were just planning to creep in without saying ‘hi’?” Willam challenged, delighted when her pale cheeks reddened slightly. A faint smile was curling on the edges of her lips as she added in, “That’s nice.”

“Omigod, Bill, shut up!” Courtney exclaimed, elbowing her in the ribs before bounding towards the door and pulling the new girl into a hug. “Hi, I’m Courtney. That’s Willam. You can ignore pretty much everything she says.”

Trying to politely weasel her way out of the unwanted hug, the new girl replied, “Um, hi. I’m Alaska.”

“Alaska! What a cool name! Is that where you’re from?” Courtney’s eyes shone with genuine, well-meaning curiosity while Willam’s gave a dramatic roll. Not that she really expected anything less from Courtney but the whole Nice Girl routine got to be real tiresome, real fast, especially when it was with everyone she met.

Alaska’s nose scrunched up a little as she answered, “No, I’m from a little town in Pennsylvania-”

“Really!? So’s Bill! What a small world.”

“Philly isn’t a small town, dipshit,” Willam grumbled.

Finally a smile began to form as Alaska stifled a laugh, adding in politely, “Nice to meet you guys. I’m just gonna go put my things down…”

“Yeah, of course!” Courtney said eagerly, “We’re gonna head to the quad for some lunch in a bit, will you join us?”

Alaska paused, thinking it over for a moment, then mumbled out a non-committal, “Oh. Yeah, maybe.”

“Courtney, when you’re done licking Alaska’s asshole, I could really use a hand with these suitcases,” Willam said, a hand on her hip. She was starting to feel antsy.

“Yes, your majesty.” Courtney stuck her tongue out at Willam, then turned back to Alaska to add, “You should really come! We can show you around and get to know each other.”

“Sounds great.”

Hard to believe that was sincere, Willam thought.

*******

Somehow Courtney managed to convince Alaska to join them and she ended up having a better time at lunch than she thought. The food certainly helped but she still was struggling with her growing sour mood. She was starting to have second thoughts about coming here, wondering if her move was really the right decision. It all seemed so busy and crowded here but she tried to tell herself that it was just because it was Move-In Day. Once classes start and everyone gets into their own routine, it’ll be quieter and more spacious …she hoped.

Willam and Courtney chatted away easily enough but they already knew each other from previous semesters. They tried to include Alaska in the conversation as much as possible but they had their own little in-jokes and she couldn’t help but feel like an outsider at times.

It’s all part of making new friends, she told herself, And I have to live with them for the rest of the school year. I have to make this work.

But all she wanted to do right now was just crawl into bed and nap for a good long while so she didn’t have to think about everything.

By the time the three arrived back from lunch, the fourth roommate had finally arrived. They found her sprawled out along the couch with an arm folded over eyes and the traces of an annoyed frown already on her lips. The second she spoke, Alaska felt a growing sense of dread form in the pit of her stomach.

“Great…I’m living with a bunch of bottle blonde bitches.”

The comment rattled her more than she’d like. Despite her initial thoughts that it looked undetectable, at least for now, she was starting to worry her decision to bleach her hair just looked ridiculously fake and stupid.

Her trepidation deepened as the girl sat up and asked, “So who’s hideous leopard duvet is that?”

Oh, god, this year is going to be a nightmare, isn’t it?

But while Courtney broke into a case of the giggles, Willam slung an arm around her shoulders and spoke, “Calm down, bitch. Some of us are garbage pails with hideous taste. We’re still people.”

She hadn’t realized it was so obvious she was getting irritated.

But one thing she noticed, for those few brief seconds Willam was leaning into her, was that she actually felt sort of comfortable. At least more than when Courtney had tried to hug her right out of the gate. But that was neither here nor there. Her focus was largely on the way Courtney seemed determined to ask the new girl-Bianca, she found out soon enough- any question that came to mind.

It was kind of sickening actually. In the same way as when you stuff your face with your favorite sweet, then five minutes too late you realize you’re way too full and the candy suddenly tastes like it’s choking you. Definitely something like that.

Willam and Alaska shared a look of mutual disgust but much to Willam’s surprise, it looked like Bianca was slowly starting to break. Strange, she expected someone that abrasive (much like herself) to have held out longer. But Courtney did have a sort of magic charm. It worked on her two years ago after all, and it seems this new girl would be no exception.

A few more questions, some teasing, and Bianca relented enough to at least partially apologize for her snarky comments. “So. I had kind of a shitty morning. I was actually about to jump in the shower. I’ll probably be in a better mood after that.”

That was probably the best they could hope to get out of her. “Well, that’s a relief,” Willam quipped, earning a short, snort of a laugh from Alaska.

It sounds kind of nice to hear her laugh, Willam realized.

An agreeable smile came to rest on Bianca’s face as she admitted, “I deserved that.” There was a slight nod to her head as she added in, “So I guess I’ll go…do that.”

She took one last glance at the group before standing up and walking back towards her bedroom. Despite the initial impression she gave off, Willam felt she was something of a kindred spirit. A toothy grin appeared on her lips as she stated all too loudly, “What a cunt.”

She would swear she heard a soft chuckle echoing from the hallway and that just made her smile even brighter. This girl was definitely going to be some fun. The joke however, went over Courtney’s head and quick enough there was a light slap on her arm as Courtney scolded her, “Bill!”

Willam rolled her eyes, grin still present, as she shook her head at Courtney’s obliviousness. Continuing to huff, Courtney added in, “I like her.”

“Clearly,” Willam teased, tickling her sides. “Why don’t you go make my bed?”

“Make your own bed, dickhead!” Courtney shrieked, giving her a playful shove.

Even still, Courtney eventually relented to helping Willam as she made her bed, it did go faster with two people after all. Following that, they spent the better part of the afternoon organizing all of Willam’s extensive wardrobe as much as possible. Space was limited so they had to make due with what was available. Even with Courtney offering up an extra drawer to use, it still wasn’t quite enough.

As the pair got on with that, Alaska took the chance to do some more unpacking of her own. There never had been much of a process to her organizing, but Alaska always knew where everything was, or at least where it should be. Organization didn’t mean much to her, she’d often forget any pattern she’d set up anyway, but as long as there was a designated spot, she could find things as she needed them.

Although, as she looked over Bianca’s clean and hyper categorized belongings with a skeptical gaze, she couldn’t help but wonder if she shouldn’t try to make a bit more of an effort. At least for right now. Their room looked almost like one of those before and after pictures you would see in an ad for a cleaning service. Everything Bianca owned had its own space, hell, it was even labeled, and Alaska’s…well, it made sense to her and that’s what mattered, right?

However, when Bianca came back from her shower, Alaska did promise to keep her side contained. It was the least she could do after seeing a flash of alarm on Bianca’s face as she took a closer look at Alaska’s half of the room.

“You fucking better,” she warned, her smile taking out any bite to the remark.

Alaska couldn’t help but laugh. Slowly but surely, Bianca was starting to grow on her. All of her roommates were, she realized. It still felt weird but in time she was sure she could settle into a new norm. For now, she just had to push herself along until things fell into place.

******

A few minutes later, Willam and Courtney burst into the room to inquire how she and Bianca were getting on.

“How are you ladies doing?” Courtney asked brightly, “Bonding?”

“Oh, yeah,” Bianca quipped, shifting around from her place at her desk, “Our periods are already in sync.” She twirled the curling iron in her hand at almost the same speed at which her eyes rolled.

Alaska laughed, unable to help herself. She was really starting to appreciate Bianca’s sense of humor.

Courtney found herself a place to sit on the floor, watching Bianca style her hair with interest, while Willam unceremoniously collapsed onto Alaska’s bed. A tired, muffled groan was heard from where she collapsed face first into the sheets. She played up her exhaustion as she rolled over with a great, strenuous effort but Alaska could see there was some truth behind her acting. Willam barely moved an inch after she turned over, even after Alaska scooted aside to give her more space.

“How disgustingly primal,” Willam spoke distractedly. Her eyes darted around the room with an air of suspicion as she inquired, “Is your room bigger than ours?”

Alaska looked at her with a certain degree of skepticism, because of course the rooms were the same size. If there were a difference, Willam would have already claimed the larger room, she had no doubt about that.

Turning to Courtney, she found her roommate had some sort of explanation for the inane question, “Bill’s pretty pissed about the closet space. I gave her one of my drawers, but…” she shrugged nonchalantly, nudging and pulling on Willam’s foot until there was a lighthearted kick in her direction, “Some people are just never satisfied.”

Thinking to herself for a second, Alaska found herself offering, “I have an extra drawer, too.”

It felt like all eyes were suddenly on her as a sense of self-consciousness began to creep in. She wasn’t entirely sure why she made the offer but she did have the space, she reasoned. Why let it go to waste?

Bianca, however, felt inclined to ask, gesturing to one of the jumbled piles of belongings sitting atop Alaska’s dresser as she did so, “You sure you don’t want to use that for some of the stuff that’s…”

“Nah, she can have it,” Alaska answered with a sweet but taunting smile. It’d be her good deed for the day.

Immediately, Willam started to perk back up. With a bit of careful maneuvering she might just be able to stuff the rest of her wardrobe into that extra drawer. But that wasn’t the only thing that left her cheerful, it was also that Alaska had volunteered her extra space. Perhaps she was starting to warm up, after all. As her tired mind pondered over how to go about arranging everything, she heard Bianca asking, “So…not to be a wet blanket on all this delightful female bonding, but…where can a bitch find some decent vegetarian food around here?”

Glancing up to Bianca with a tilt to her head and a curious gaze, Courtney questioned, “You’re hungry?”

“No,” Bianca replied, all but rolling her eyes, “Just thought I’d buy some food and throw it at seagulls. Yes, I’m fucking hungry.”

Courtney and Alaska immediately broke out in a state of giggles but Willam was actually the one to find the strength to answer her, “Decent shit is mostly downtown…but edible? There’s the cafeteria next door, the salad bar over by the biology building, food court in the quad, the-”

“No, Bill,” Courtney interrupted, swatting lightly at Willam’s leg. “Let’s get something different. Something better.”

Sighing heavily, with an eye roll to boot, Willam propped herself up in order to get a better look at everyone, particularly Courtney. “Fine then, cunt,” she huffed, “Where do you suggest we eat?”

Courtney sat silently for a moment, running through all the local dining options she could think of. Alaska was glad for this distraction. Despite being surrounded by her roommates, a growing wave of loneliness was starting to rise in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t sure where this all was coming from but immediately she recognized that little could be done to push it away. She just wanted to be alone right now more than anything.

The three discussed some sort of idea Courtney proposed but Alaska was barely listening. She was trying to stall the negative emotions, at least until the others left, but she was far from succeeding. It only left her in a very distracted, half-aware state where she had to struggle just to recognize that someone was speaking to her.

“Alaska?” Willam asked, “You in?”

“Uh, I’m not really all that hungry,” Alaska declined as politely as she could. “You guys should go.”

Cocking her head to the side, Willam inquired doubtfully, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Alaska lied, “I’m getting a little bit of a headache.”

Concerned, Courtney leapt to her feet and crowded Alaska with motherly intent, “Oh no! Do you need something? I have magnesium supplements. Or, peppermint oil! That’s great for headaches!”

“Or, if you want something that actually works,” Bianca muttered, “I got Tylenol and Advil…”

“I’ve got Vicodin,” Willam added in. “And weed.”

Touched but finding the attention far too smothering, Alaska declined with a simple, “Thanks guys, but I think I just need to lay down for a while.”

“Okay,” Courtney agreed, beginning to usher everyone out of the room, “We’ll leave you alone. Let us know if you want us to bring you back any food.”

“Thanks.”

Alaska watched gratefully as everyone slowly slipped out of the room. Only Willam spared one final glance back at her; one of vague skepticism, but kept any comments she might have had to herself. Now alone, Alaska waited patiently until she was sure everyone had left the apartment before pulling herself from the bed in order to run a hot bath. Usually a bit of self care would help but even as she soaked in the fragrant, bubble filled tub, she just felt miserable. Her mind wandered back to everything she left behind; the professors she adored, her friends…Jinkx.

She missed her ex. So much more than she realized before and now they might as well have been on opposite sides of the galaxy with how far Alaska felt from her. She toyed with the idea of texting her, even opened up her contact information, but something in her prevented her from sending off even a simple ‘Hi.’

No, she was sure Jinkx must be busy too, settling in for the new semester. Alaska shouldn’t bother her right now. The best thing to do right now was just sit in the bath, try to relax, and failing that, just turn in for an early rest.

Yeah…at least then she could forget about her heartache…just for a little while.

#rpdr fanfiction #willaska #bitney #alaska thunderfuck #willam belli #courtney act #bianca del rio #college au #lesbian au #fluff #angst #eventual smut #eventual romance #friends to lovers #no strings attached #just friends #albatross #veronica #submission

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Between The Pipes [Chapter 3]

Rating: M Words: 2105 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: Okay, so far the changing POV per chapter seems to be working. But it’s also repeating scenes so you can get both perspectives on it. Do people like that? Let me know! It’ll probably change up a bit when they start having actual scenes together, but so far I kind of like this format :)

also Kristoff has the hots and Sven knows whats up.

Enjoy!

The second she left the locker room, Kristoff felt his whole body relax. Okay. It seemed like she hadn’t told anyone about how much of an ass he was yet, so maybe he could get ahead of this. Yeah, if he just told coach why he was so rude…

But then again, if she wasn’t planning on telling anyone, then he was outing himself for no reason.

But then again, it would be better for him to just own up to it…

Kristoff dropped his head into his hands, letting out a low and frustrated groan. He hadn’t even noticed that everyone was gearing up until Sven smacked the back of his head and pointed quite forcefully to his cubby. “Skate starts in fifteen, Kris, and if you’re late on day one, Coach will have your ass.” Sven cocked a brow at him before sighing. “Tell me what’s bothering you when we get on the ice, okay?”

Looking up with sad eyes, Kristoff nodded before standing and moving towards his gear. Most of the guys were already ready, moving to head down the runway to the rink before he had even gotten his jock on, and Kristoff moved as quickly as possible. But being a goalie came with more complex gear, and it always took him just a couple extra minutes of prep.

Coach Mattias came back to yell at the last of the stragglers, and Kristoff decided to just run out with his mask under his arm. That’s fine. He’s fine.

He can handle this.

There was no way they’d get rid of their starting goalie because he was a little rude one time to the owner’s daughter.

Right?

Yeah.

He was fine.

Kristoff pulled his mask on tight, grateful that he didn’t see her red hair anywhere in the arena, and stepped onto the ice, the feel and scrape of it underneath his feet immediately calming his nerves. It was almost as if he had no worries when he was out here… except for, you know, trying to win professional hockey games. But that was barely stressful at all.

After a couple laps around the rink to warm up his legs, Kristoff heard a high pitched whistle coming from the other side of the ice. Sven was skating over to him now, and Kristoff started having second thoughts about revealing just exactly went down. He knew Sven would think he was the asshole, but c’mon, was it really so outrageous for him to think that another fan girl found her way into the back of the arena?

… At seven in the morning.

Dressed in business casual wear.

… Okay yeah, he was dumb.

But he was also hungover.

“This is all your fault,” he yelled to his friend, frowning as he got closer. “I blame you entirely.”

“I mean, I guess that’s fair.” Sven couldn’t help but laugh as he slid to a halt in front of Kristoff, punching a gloved hand against his shoulder. “Can I at least know what I’m being blamed for?”

Kristoff bounced in place, glancing around the room to make sure no one else was within ear shot. “I’m hungover and dumb and it’s your fault.”

“You were born dumb, I did not contribute to that.”

Swatting his glove into the side of Sven’s helmet before laughing, Kristoff could feel his tension starting to ease. “Fine, I won’t blame you for that part of it.” His face dropped as he jumped at the sound of Mattias yelling at Zenobio. “Look, I, uh, may have been an asshole to the wrong person.”

Sven clicked his tongue once, already knowing just exactly who the person in question was. “Did you screw her and not call her again? I’ve told you to — ow!” He clenched as the goalie punched him in the arm, and rose his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay, I know you don’t do that, I’m sorry.” His mitt rose to his helmet to push it back on his head. “What happened?”

With a sigh and a pitiful backwards swizzle, Kristoff confessed the short story to his captain. “I mean, I just assumed she was one of yours or like, Brady’s or something.”

“At seven am?”

Kristoff nodded.

“Dressed like that?”

Kristoff sighed.

“God, you are dumb.”

“Okay, but what should I do?” Kristoff felt his body deflating, worry rising up in his bones. If even Sven wasn’t sure how to handle this, he might’ve been shit out of luck.

Sven tapped his stick against his chin, frowning. “I mean, maybe take the lesson and stop being such an asshole.” A grin. “But ultimately, I don’t know… just apologize? Hope it doesn’t bite you in the ass?”

Kristoff nodded before Mattias was shouting at them to stop standing around, and get to practicing.

Apologize.

Yeah.

He could do that.

—

About two hours later, Kristoff heard Mattias shout across the ice as the team was firing constant shots at him, laughing as he scrambled to catch each and every puck. He looked up, swiftly catching the last puck shot right at his hand, and grinned as Sven started skating over. Until he saw her…

Anxiety pulsed through his veins again as Sven turned around to wink at him briefly before slipping his helmet off and greeting Anna with a handshake. What was this about? Maybe she just wanted to meet the captain? Maybe he would get another day of not talking to her.

Yeah, easy, this is fine. She only wants to talk to Sven because he’s the captain!

Kristoff could feel himself bouncing on his skates as he watched with narrowed eyes, but he was trying to pass it off as practicing some footwork. He wished he could hear just exactly what was going on across the ice, trying and failing to activate some type of hidden sonar superpower that maybe he didn’t know he had.

It only took a second for his mind to wander, for his eyes to drag down the curve of her leaning over the boards. She was tiny. He could just imagine that the span of his fingers would swallow her waist whole, that his one palm could cover the soft swell of her backside.

Wait, fuck.

He noticed her jerk her head forward, soft curls bouncing on her shoulders as she did, and then saw Sven look at him with a grin before turning back to her.

Oh no, please no. If that dickwad tells her anything compromising, he’ll kill him. Kill him dead. Icicles are good murder weapons, right?

Sven started skating back towards him, a fucking smirk stretched across his face. Kristoff was ready to slap it right off of his cocky, pretty boy —

“She’s nice!” Sven snickered, practically ready to duck from Kristoff’s fist swinging towards his head. “Seriously, man. You should just—“

Bjorgman!

“Oh god please no.”

Sven laughed and patted him on the back. “Think she wants to meet everyone one-on-one. You know what’s funny though”

Kristoff glanced between her, Sven, and coach who was starting to impatiently tap his fingers. “What?”

“She’s totally your type.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He knew that, god damn it. He was just trying not to think about it.

Kristoff headed over to the bench, his whole body tense as two sets of watchful eyes stared him down. “Yeah, coach?” He hollered, pushing his mask up and letting it rest on top of his head. He didn’t miss her posture straighten, because god damn it she was fucking hot and he was a dumbass.

“Miss Ar— ah… Anna was hoping to meet everyone today.” It wasn’t like coach to stumble over his words, but it also wasn’t like the owners to get this familiar with the players. Usually they liked to keep a distance, treat the players like pawns. If they stopped performing, they’d be replaced. No sense in making any sort of personal connections.

Kristoff nodded before glancing over to her, her arms crossed over her chest, and another fucking smirk on her lips. “Right, yeah.” He shook his mitt off, setting it down on the ledge before wiping at his sweaty forehead. “We… kind of met already.”

Her face faltered for just a moment, and Kristoff felt his confidence rise. She wasn’t expecting him to admit to it, was she? Okay, this gave him a bit of an upper hand.

“Yes, right… if I recall, you were quite —“

Laughing to cut her off, Kristoff leaned forward, his hand on the boards beside his mitt. “Yeah, I wasn’t nice. You see, Sven over there,” he jerked his chin up, watching her closely as her lips turned into a frown. “He convinced me to go out last night. I was just tired and… not myself.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“I’m sorry for what I said, Miss Arne. It was absolutely unacceptable.” He had put on his most convincing act ever, and it seemed to be working. Kristoff let his eyes drop to her mouth, just for a second, as her plush lips parted in slight disbelief.

“Oh,” she laughed, pulling some of her hair to the front, twisting it gently between her slim fingers. “Oh, gosh, it’s okay!” Her voice was about an octave higher than it was earlier, and Kristoff felt suspicion prickling at the back of his neck. “And it’s just Anna, really.”

Whereas her interaction with Sven seemed casual and comfortable, there was an obvious tension between them, eyes firmly locked onto the other’. “Well, Anna,” he started, his gaze dropping as her movement distracted him; she had shifted her arms to the boards, leaning forward on her palms, elbows tight against her sides, and her chest was now thoroughly emphasized.

Shitshitshitshit.

“It’s…” he swallowed thickly, rolling his eyes to the ceiling before shoving his hand out in front of him. “I’m Kristoff. It’s really good to meet you.”

She sighed and lifted one arm, her slim fingers sliding against his much larger ones. Her skin was velvet, and Kristoff tried his best to ignore the itching in his palm as he grasped her hand firmly.

She smiled, then. “Can’t wait to work together.”

And then he tore his hand away, slapped his mask down back over his face, and skated away.

… Only to shamefully come back when Mattias whistled and held up his mitt, Anna laughing beside him.

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They usually went to lunch after morning practices, and today was no different. Except for Sven laughing hysterically at Kristoff’s pouting, red face.

“You’re totally gonna fuck her.”

“What the hell are you talking about.”

“Oh, baby boy!” Sven clapped one hand on his shoulder, tearing into his sandwich with the other. “This is a classic case of hate sex! Fueled by an intense distaste and extreme sexual attraction.”

Kristoff felt his cheeks flush deeper as he shrugged away from his friend, picking at his burger. “Why would I fuck someone I hate?”

“Because the chemistry is too much to bear until you tear into one another, in more ways than one.” He winked, his laughter calming, and took another bite of his food. His mouth was full as he continued. “I mean, obviously you’re you and you want a connection or whatever, but...” he swallowed before finishing. “C’mon dude. She’s hot and you haven’t gotten laid in like over a year.”

Kristoff didn’t even want to eat anymore.

Maybe it was true, that he was a little into her. She had stayed for the rest of the practice and he had a hard time focusing on what was going on around him. But so did some of the other guys. They were all thrown off by having that fire of a woman observing. “How do you know she’s single? Or straight? Or maybe she wants to fuck Jacobs?” Kristoff picked up a tomato before dropping it back onto his plate in disgust. “Also, she hates me.”

Sven let out another chuckle. “Listen. I talked to all the guys afterward.” He turned in his chair to face the goalie. “They all had run of the mill, my-name, her-name, shake hands and leave meetings. You’re the only one that had something like that —“

“Yes, because she hates me.”

“And…” Sven pinched Kristoff’s cheek and Kristoff couldn’t help but smack his friends’ hand away. “She couldn’t stop staring at you.”

“You’re delusional.”

“Nah, baby, I know women. And I know you. And she, my friend, is probably your future wife.”

Kristoff could only grunt in reply before popping one lonely fry into his mouth.

Sven didn’t know what the hell he was talking about.

#btpfic #feistypantswrites #kristanna #:’)#this fic is so fun to write what the fuck

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confusedweasleys · 5 years

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Mission Accomplished - George Weasley x Reader

A/N: I’mmmm back! I wrote this requested imagine at you guessed it, crackhead hours. It turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, but I think I like it. As always, leave feedback! Xoxo

Request: @iluvharrypotter172 Could you do 33 from the fluffy prompt list with George Weasley x reader preferably with the reader saying it to George. Thanks in advance!

Prompt: “how’s the hangover?” (#33)

Triggers: Cursing, Drinking

Word Count: 2,295

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I woke up with a splitting headache. And I mean splitting. I painfully pushed myself into a sitting position from my spot on the floor and glanced around my surroundings. I was sandwiched between the twins’ beds, covered in a heap of blankets and pillows. The occupants of the two beds both snored peacefully, making me feel almost guilty for what I was about to do. Almost.

“Accio,” I whispered, summoning a metal pot from the kitchen. I steeled myself and banged the pot onto the metal railing of the beds. I winced.

“Shit.” Two voices cussed simultaneously as the twins woke up.

“Morning Weasleys,” I said, wincing again. That had not been my best idea. “How’s the hangover?” I said, throwing a hand-knit pillow at the younger twin as he sat up. He attempted to bat it away and missed. It him square in the face. I chuckled as he groaned.

“I haven’t felt this awful since Madame Pomfrey made me drink an entire bottle of Skele-Gro in the third year,” George said, flopping back down onto his bed. “I don’t remember a thing from last night.”

I sighed. “I don’t either.”

“Well that tends to happen when you drink an entire bottle of Firewhiskey,” Fred said, rolling his eyes. I stuck my tongue out at him and tried to go back to sleep.

Most days, everyone loved mornings at the Burrow were my favorite. Today was not one of those days. For George and I at least. Everyone else seemed perfectly fine. In fact, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had gotten up early to make everybody breakfast, since Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were still out of town.

“Just coffee for me, thanks,” said George.

“George, you had better eat something or you’ll just feel worse,” Hermione said, sliding a plate of toast his way. “You too, Y/N,” she said, frowning and adding more toast to the plate. George mumbled something into his plate that sounded a lot like ‘Thanks mum’.

“How come you’re so chipper?” I said to Hermione. “In fact, how come all of you seem fine while I feel like my actual brain is bleeding?”

“Because we didn’t drink an entire bottle of fire-whiskey last night,” Charlie said, chuckling. Shit. An entire bottle? I thought Fred had been joking. I didn’t even want to know what happened last night.

“We might liquor you up more often Y/N, if it makes things as interesting as last night was,” said Ginny, grinning at me.

“What does that mean?” George said, looking alarmed.

“Yeah Ginny, what does that mean?” I asked.

“Let’s just say you two had a lot more than anybody else,” Ron said, looking up from his food. Fred, who was sitting next to him, smacked him on the head. Ron looked sheepish. I looked at George, who shrugged and mouthed, no clue.

“Seriously guys, what happened last night?” I said, looking around the table.

“Yeah we deserve to know,” George said indignantly. “Fred, are you really not going to tell me?”

“Sorry Georgie, I can’t help you if you don’t remember,” his twin said with a smile and a shrug.

“I guess you two will just have to figure it our yourselves,” Harry said.

“All right listen up you lot, I am tired and I am hungover. I am not in the mood for what ever this little game is. So what the hell happened last night?” I said sternly, looking around the table again. Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred, and Charlie all stayed silent. I groaned. “Fine,” I said. I got up to go back upstairs, only to be stopped by Hermione.

“Hold up Y/N, Mrs. Weasley left us chores. Plus, we’ve got a lot of cleaning up to do from the party, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley get back from St. Mungo’s tomorrow.” She then gave us a list of chores that we had to do, half left for us by Mrs. Weasley, and half to hide the evidence of the party we had last night. I had to de-gnome the garden with Ginny, then clear out the broom shack (where we hid most of the rubbish and alcohol from the party) with Fred and George.

Not that de-gnoming the garden was ever pleasant work, but a bad hangover and Mid-July heat made it so much worse.

“Ginny, come on, you have to tell me. What the hell happened last night? And what was Ron on about this morning?” I asked, watching her as she flung a particularly fat gnome over the Burrow’s walls. She glanced over at me.

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“You’re in a good mood, I said, changing the subject. “Has that got anything to do with me seeing Harry leaving your room this morning?” She looked over at me and grinned.

“It might,” she said. “But you shut up about that. I don’t want to know what’ll happen to Harry if any of my brother hear.” Perfect.

“I might be persuaded to keep my mouth shut,” I said innocently. “If my best friend was to clue me in on the happenings of last night. Otherwise, who knows what might slip out.” I grinned and shrugged my shoulders. Ginny rolled her eyes at my and flung another gnome over the wall.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said. “Because then I would be forced to let slip to a certain one of my brothers that you have a crush on them.” Ginny grinned as I went pink.

“I regret telling you that every day,” I grumbled. I took my frustration out on a gnome that was attempting to escape from its relocation. It sailed a good 30 yards beyond the wall. Ginny giggled.

“Relax, you know I’d never tell,” Ginny said. “Unless I was bored,” she added. “I’m only joking!” she said as I shot her a look. “Anyways, you’re in luck. I’m rather cross with my dear brother Fred at the moment, since he tried to force a very drunk Harry to make an Unbreakable Vow that he would never kiss me again.”

“How does that help me with my situation?” i asked.

“It helps you,” she said, “because i am not in the mood to help Fred with another one of his plots at the moment. It was his idea to keep you and George from knowing what happened last night. Which means I’ll tell you what happened last night.”

“Oh thank God. So once again, what the hell happened last night and why is everyone being so weird?”

“Well, I’m sure you remember, the party started pretty much the moment Mum and Dad left the house. You drank about half a bottle of Firewhiskey, which is when I’m pretty sure your memory stops.” I nodded. She was probably right. “And George,” she continued, “well he had about an entire bottle of Firewhiskey. He was gone about an hour after you, right about when Ron said he wanted to go swimming.”

“Which is when we went to the lake,” I said, remembering someone jumping into water last night. Ginny looked at me, alarmed.

“You remember last night?” she asked.

“No, no, I just had a flash of...Charlie, I think, jumping into the lake. Anyways what happened next?” I asked, looking at Ginny.

“Well, once we got to the lake Fred suggested we play Wizard’s Truth or Dare.”

“Wait, what the hell is Wizard’s Truth or Dare?” I interrupted.

“A game Fred claims to have invented. It’s practically muggle truth or dare, except Charlie or Fred, since no one trusted you or George with a wand, would hex you if you whimped out of dare and put Veritaserum in your drink if you chose truth.”

“Sounds like a fun game. But how does it relate to people keeping last night a secret from George and I?” I asked.

“Well, you got a dare to spin the bottle around the circle, and George got upset. He said no one else in the circle or anywhere else was gonna kiss his girl, and you said you weren't his girl, and then he kissed you.”

“What?” I said. Ginny suddenly looked uncomfortable.

“You guys kissed and then that’s when everyone kinda decided the party was over. Fred told us we weren’t supposed to say anything because it was clear you guys weren’t going to remember anything in the morning and we all agreed it would better if you guys didn’t know. That’s why everyone was acting so weird this morning.” To say i was confused was an understatement. After a while i just said,

“Well - that’s a lot to take in.”

“What’s a lot to take in?” Fred said, walking down the steps to the garden with George. Damn he looked good - even hungover.

“The rules of Wizard’s Truth or Dare,” I said quickly, watching George go a little pale.

“Oh that’s Georgie’s new favorite game,” he said, clapping his brother on the back. George glared at him. Fred shrugged glancing around garden. He clapped his hands together. “Time for new chores little ones!” I groaned. As bad as de-gnoming the garden was, at least it was outdoors. Normally, I would look forward to being crammed in a small, cramped space with George, but not after what I just learned. I hoped he didn’t know, or it would be a very awkward hour.

“That’s not the right attitude,” Fred said, shaking his head at me. I faked a smile at him. “That’s the spirt. Now I’m going to go help Ickle Ronniekins clean up the lake.”

“No Fred, you’re supposed to clear out the shack with George and I,” I shouted at his retreating figure.

“Plans change Y/L/N. Turns out the damage we did at the lake was a lot worse than we thought. Besides,” he yelled. “I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about!”

“What’s the supposed to mean?” I said under my breath. George heard me.

“Ginny didn’t tell you?” George said, speaking for the first time. i looked over at him as we made our way to the broom shack

“Tell me what?” I asked. I knew what he was referring to, but I wanted to hear him say it. Maybe I would be able to tell how he felt about it. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it myself. Of course I liked him. I’d had a crush on George for the longest time. But it would just be so horrible if we kissed and he didn't feel the same way about me. Not to mention, our friendship would be practically ruined.

"Y/N,” he said, waving his hand in front of my face.

“Oh sorry what did you say?” We stopped walking as we reached the broom shack, and I stepped into the cramped, dark space. I felt George step in behind me. I turned to look at him. George sighed.

“I said...” He paused scratching behind his ears, which had began to go red. “Well, apparently we weren’t supposed to know, but it was easy enough to get out of Ron. But we uh- we kissed last night,” he said quickly, looking down at the floor.

“I know,” I said, turning around and grabbing the empty bottles as an excuse not to look at George.

“You know?” he asked, confused. “Then why did you make me tell you?”

Now it was my turn to stutter. “Well- I just- I wanted to see if they told you the same story.” He looked at me.

“Y/N, I’ve known you since we were seven years old. I can tell when you’re lying. What was the reason?” I sighed.

“I wanted to see how you felt about it.” I looked anywhere but his eyes.

“Oh,” he said looking surprised. “I mean I thought that part was pretty obvious. I’ve been wanting to do that forever. I was just always to scared you wouldn’t feel the same way, and that it would ruin our friendship.” He sighed again. “Some Gryffindor I am, needing a bottle of Firewhiskey to kiss the girl I fancy.” I snapped out of the daze I had entered when he started talking. George fancied me? “Anyways,” he said. “I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to make you feel awkward, and i would never want to ruin our friendship-”

“George,” i said, laughing, cutting off his rambling. I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” He blinked. “Forever.” He smiled, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Forever?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Well then this worked out rather well, didn’t it?” he said, leaning down.

“Yes, I would say it did,” I replied, connecting our lips again.

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“Do you think we should tell them that they didn’t actually kiss last night?” asked Ginny, watching Y/N and George walk out of the broom shack hand in hand. She looked over at her brother.

“No I don’t think so,” her brother said, his eyes still on the couple. “Besides, if we hadn’t done something, those two never would have told each other they had feelings for one another. And I don’t think I could’ve taken much more of George’s whining about her. ‘Oh Fred, I like her so much, her hair smells so good, do you think she likes me too?’ Merlin, it never stopped!”

“Do you think Y/N didn’t talk about him all the time too? ‘Do you think he noticed me in Qudditch today? Did you know George held my hand today?’ Honestly, it’s a miracle they were able to admit they had feelings to each other even with the plan. My god, they are so blind.”

“But the plan worked, sis. Mission accomplished.”

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valkyriesryde · 4 years

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Hella Feelings {8/?}

Chapter 8: Bruises ~ Chairlift

Pairings: Bucky x OC; Sam x OC

A/N: Chapter six with @stuckonjbbarnes bless up my lads

Warnings: language, awkward encounters, a little bit of flirting, secondhand embarrassment probably

Word Count: 2555

Previous Chapter ~ Masterlist

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Holly walks into the apartment with her tail between her legs and her feet dragging on the ground. In the kitchen Vanessa’s movements are slow and she’s definitely feeling hungover and like an idiot.

"Where have you been? I thought you were in bed..” Vanessa asks, looking up from where she’s cleaning the stove, ”I made breakfast for you...it’s in the microwave."

Holly throws up her hands and chucks her shoes on the floor, "I SLEPT WITH SAM! FUCK MY LIFE! RUINED EVERYTHING, LIFE SUCKS!” She yells turning the microwave on and sitting on the floor of the kitchen.

“BITCH SAME BECAUSE I TRIED TO GIVE BUCKY MY PAJAMAS AND HE DOESN’T EVEN LIKE ME!” Holly accepts the comment even though she’s slightly confused because it’s literally what their lives have become after these boys walked into their lives. She gets her food from the microwave because at least she’s got that going for her and gets back onto the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Vanessa asks staring at Holly shoveling scrambled eggs into her mouth.

“Living my worst life, what about you?”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Bucky walks into the apartment to find Sam watching tv with his hood up and they kind of look at each other expectantly.

“Last night was great!" Bucky says in the same breath that Sam groans, "Last night was a shitshow."

“I dunno man...she’s funny and she wanted me to kiss her.” Bucky shrugs, plopping onto the couch.

“YOU MORON. TELL ME YOU KISSED HER.”

“I couldn’t take advantage of her like that...I want her to actually want it.”

“YOU REALLY ARE A DUMBASS.”

“Well...did you kiss Holly?” Bucky asks, trying to change the subject...because maybe she did want it last night?

”Like I said man...I made that ass mine.” Sam kind of pauses and then adds,"...and then she snuck out this morning."

"DUDE NO!" Bucky tries not to laugh.

“Yeah…”

“ISN’T THAT YOUR MOVE?” He finally settles on a smirk and Sam stands up from his seat ready to go back to bed and sleep for the rest of the day.

“I may be hungover but I’ll kick your ass.”

"I really thought you two would get together first, anyway, want to help me plan how I'm going to ask Vanessa out?"

Sam sighs and sits back down. “Fine.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Holly are you ready to go yet?” Vanessa is pacing by the door, trying to justify running to the elevator.

“Yes, now if we leave now... we have a ten minute leeway to avoid the guys okay? Okay.” Holly checks her watch before pulling her bag onto her shoulders and siking herself up. “Just stick to the plan. We get in and we get out and if we have to sprint??”

“WE SPRINT.” Vanessa yells back, darting out the door and to the elevator.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Bucky I swear to god we have to leave now! I’m not facing Holly today!” Bucky stumbles out of his room pulling on his shirt because Sam woke him up way too early with his dramatic ass.

“You should just talk to her.” He says looking blindly around the room for his bag and wallet.

“Say one more word on the matter and I’ll tip your coffee down the sink.” Sam threatens from the kitchen.

“You monster.” Bucky whines but doesn’t say anything else, snatching the cup.

The pair head to the elevator and wait. The doors open and Bucky chokes on his coffee a bit because Vanessa and Holly are standing in the elevator and holy shit this is incredible. Bucky is having a field day. He can tell that Sam has half a thought to run down the stairs and Holly is staring very intently at the buttons.

“So how was everyone’s weekend?” Bucky asks happily, once he’s sure that Sam isn’t going to bolt and the doors shut.

“Interesting.” Holly mumbles and Vanessa stares at Holly like she’s crazy but also wait, her and Bucky? Bucky is smiling at her? DOES BUCKY LIKE HOLLY?

Sam is finally like, “What about you Vanessa?”

“It was okay, I guess.” She breaks out of her thoughts and looks at Sam, straightfaced...fuck everyone, I wanna go back to bed.

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow, he had a good weekend, he thought she had a good weekend too. Damn alcohol, I can't trust it anymore. So he puts asking her out to the back of his mind for the time being.

Once they clear the elevator, Vanessa reaches to grab Holly’s hand, to make their escape, but accidentally grabs Bucky’s hand instead. She pauses for a second wide eyed, looking down and drops it like a hot potato. Then finds Holly’s arm and drags her out of the building. Meanwhile Holly and Sam are staring at everything BUT each other because oh god what is the other person thinking???

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sam has officially given up today, he’s so tired, he’s sad, he just wants to go home and play video games. He walks in the foyer of the building and catches a glimpse of a familiar body closing the stairway door. He’d know that ass anywhere.

“Holly!” He runs up the stairs and stops abruptly when she stops at the first floor.

“Sam.” She just wants to run away, she just wanted to go to bed and play video games for the rest of the day, why him? Why now?

“Are we going to talk about this weekend?” Sam walks up the last couple steps slowly until he reaches the landing. “Because I thought I made it pretty clear that I like you.”

Holly shrugs, "We were drunk. Drunk feelings aren't real feelings..."

"What kind of backward bullshit is that????" He’s a little peeved because that’s a bullshit excuse what does that even mean?

"Oh so you actually want to date me?"

"Yes I want to date you!"

"Then date me!"

"Done!"

“FINE” both storm off, Sam back down the stairs because he’s going to use the stupid elevator and Holly up the stairs.

Holly gets up to the apartment and walks in, seeing Vanessa reading about the Hillside Strangler.

"I think I'm dating Sam? Not sure though, more to come,'' she's so nonchalant about it but Vanessa tosses the book down, not in the mood for killers, not in the mood for really anything, except this, this is new and exciting.

“OH It’s about time! Look at you two...getting all serious.” She wiggles her eyebrows and Holly shrugs before going to her room. She’s happy for Holly but also in the back of her head, she’s like oh no, BUCKY IS GONNA BE CRUSHED. But also mwhahahaha Bucky is gonna be crushed, I should tell him because if she can’t be happy then he can’t be happy either.

So Vanessa grabs her phone, not bothering to read any of the messages Bucky had tried to send her and taps out a message.

Then she scrolls to a text from Steve who asks if she wants to hang out. Fuck it, Steve’s fun… we’re gonna go to Central Park and people watch. She sends a quick text and they meet up on 5th Avenue to pick up coffee before they go.

Bucky walks in on Sam mumbling about "gonna take her on the best fucking date she's ever been on" while he’s scrolling through his phone. He looks at his phone and sees a text from the only person that matters, Nessa: Holly and Sam are dating 🎉

“OH SO YOU’re dating now?!” Bucky yells at Sam.

He can’t even figure out why the girl he likes was ghosting him...and then she texts him just to tell him that? He decides enough is enough. It's been a week of hot and cold with her...well mostly luke-warm. Bucky goes to the girls’ apartment and knocks, almost punching Holly when she swings the door open unexpectedly.

“GOD BUCKET! You almost hit me!” She glares and he gives her an apologetic look.

“Is Nessa around?” He asks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know...weather boy.” Holly smiles sweetly. “She’s out...if you must know.”

“Do you know where?”

“I’m not telling. GIRL. CODE.” She laughs, shutting the door in his face...okay guess I gotta go find MY GIRL.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Movies? You’re taking me to the movies?” Holly stares at Sam who is currently holding the passenger door of his car open for her with an unsatisfied look.

“And dinner.” He nods proudly.

“Our first date is fucking dinner and a movie? Sam what the hell!” Sam reaches out and grabs her hand, pulling her closer to him and gives her a smirk that makes her think that maybe she’s missing something.

“Believe you me baby, you’re going to want to see this movie.”

They’re sitting at an ice cream parlor after the movie, both with their own cups, Holly refuses to use a cone currently. Sam laughs and nods along with Holly who hasn’t shut up since walking out.

“Does he know?”

“Not yet” he snickers, finishing his ice cream.

“You’re friends with the wrong one! There’s a Steve look-alike out there who is FAMOUS and you’re stuck with him!”

Sam chuckles and nods his head, he is definitely going to be telling Steve about his doppelganger in the new blockbuster Knives Out.

It’s a couple hours later and neither Sam nor Holly can find it in themselves to end the night. They’re sitting on the stairs of their building watching the cars go past with Sam’s hand on her thigh when he breaks the comfortable silence between them.

“What’s going on with Nessie? Bucky said they had a good night at Steve’s but now she’s not talking to him.” Holly shrugs, it’s not her place to say she thinks but she also just wants her friend to be happy.

"She a dumb clown.” She deadpans, “Bucky needs to make a move because she won’t."

Sam scoffs and pulls Holly closer to him, he kind of wants to kiss her but it’s probably not the best time.

“Like that’ll happen.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Vanessa is headed back down 5th Avenue, casually looking in the storefronts, when she walks straight into a man. He steadies her, holding her arms lightly and apologizing and she looks up, catching the apology a little too late. Because she’s floating in this guy’s eyes.

“I’m so sorry –Vanessa?” They say at the same time and both smile a little, remembering a very similar version of this by the mailboxes.

“D-do you wanna go for a walk?” Bucky asks and Vanessa wishes she could just *poof* out of there.

Her head and her heart are in full battle mode and she finally just shrugs and turns the way she came, walking back towards the park with Bucky. They’re both quiet and just sort of walking down the paths, until he finally asks “How’ve you been? It’s been a minute.”

“I’m fine. You?” She throws back, stuffing her hands into her back pockets.

“Are you okay? Truly?” Bucky is concerned because where’s the friendly weirdo he knew a week ago?

“I’m fine, James.” She says with a little venom, adding “What about you? Are you okay?! Now that your best friend is dating Holly? Or maybe you're fine and seeing someone else already.”

“Uhh, last I checked I wasn’t seeing anyone and of course I’m okay?” then it hits him. “Wait, you think I like Holly? Holly? Your best friend Holly? Why would I go after Sam’s girl? She’s not even my type! She’s–”

“HEY I LIKE YOU...OKAY?!” Vanessa stops in her tracks, eyes burning because he won’t shut up about Holly.

“What?” Bucky stops short, wondering if he heard her correctly. Nessa stomps up to him, less than a foot away and jabs his chest with each word.

“I. Like. YOU.”

Bucky can’t believe his ears and he watches the way she crosses her arms, pouting. He can’t resist grumpy Vanessa and he reaches out and holds her arms and is like “Calm down, killer. I like you too.”

“But you didn’t KISS me the night of Steve’s party.” Vanessa stares at him, squinting her eyes and he can’t help but roll his eyes both at her absurdity and his dumbass choices.

“You were drunk...I would never have forgiven myself for taking advantage.” Nessa moves about half a step closer, causing Bucky to move his hands around her waist and she half yells “THAT’S NOT AN EXCUSE BARNES.”

“DO YOU WANT ME TO KISS YOU NOW?!” He yells back, matching her tone and before she can answer, he pulls her flush against his body. Their lips crash together and holy shit Vanessa nearly swoons cause his lips are so much softer than she expected. But she breaks the kiss before they can get carried away because this is a very public park. Bucky kind of pouts and she gives him a quick peck, smiling.

“Hold my hand, Barndoor.” She thrusts her hand at him and he just laughs, grasping her hand and pulling her into him.

“Barndoor?”

“I know...I’m getting rusty.” Nessa groans as they head back downtown.

“Look at us…” Bucky doesn’t respond as he’s sure he’s dreaming right now.

“HEY! Look at US!” Vanessa repeats and he finally looks down at her, eyes sparkling.

“Who woulda thought?” he asks, wanting to kiss her again because shit she’s just so perfect.

“NOT ME” Vanessa yells, catching the eye of some tourists.

They head down the familiar streets towards the apartment and Bucky is like “So are we good? What is this... are we dating?”

“You’re stuck now James Dean. You have a whole ass girlfriend.” As they get towards the building, they see Sam and Holly and Nessa pulls her hand out of his.

“We can’t tell them...not yet.”

“They’re never gonna get over this.” Bucky warns but Vanessa gives him a megawatt smile and he can’t say no to that face.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Holly leaps out of Sam’s grasp and off the step as soon as she sees Vanessa and Bucky walking towards them and runs up to with a wicked grin. Sam feels a chill as soon as she leaves him but he smiles watching her so excited as she approaches their friends.

“You’re NEVER going to believe who we saw on the big screen!”

“What are you talking about?” Nessa laughs sitting below Holly.

“Actors?” Bucky chimes in, sitting a step below Sam but angling himself towards the trio.

“My new favourite actor Buck and he’s about to be yours too.”

Sam pulls out his phone and opens a photo before turning the screen to Bucky who looks at it confused, “that’s a picture of Steve.”

“BUT IT’S NOT!” Holly yells and Sam laughs.

“Wait..let me see.” Vanessa swipes the phone, squinting at the screen. “No way! Steve looks like Chris... Evans?! He should be an impersonator...on looks alone.” She giggles handing the phone back.

“I think Steve makes enough buck owning his own successful business but...like...I’d pay to see them in the same room.”

“If you were friends with Chris Evans you could get him to pay.”

“Or just get Bucky’s black card to do it.” Sam suggests and Bucky punches his shin.

“Bucky has a black card?!” Holly cries, completely shook.

~~~~~~~

Taglist (open): @cant-decide-at-this-moment @rinthehufflepuff @buckysmischief @sebbbystaaan @supraveng @hopingforbarnes @dumbubblegum @murdermornings

#hella feelings #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #sam wilson x oc #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #sam wilson fluff #sam wilson angst #marvel #college au #marvel au

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always-against-the-grain · 5 years

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the hangover

Summary: Negan punishes you for being hungover during a run.

Pairing: Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: Negan smut, Negan x reader, rough smut

You lay flat on your stomach, one arm and leg hanging off the edge of the bed. In your slumber you could vaguely feel your symptoms of a migraine, dizziness, and nausea creeping up - they were instantly catalyzed by the sound of your alarm. You instinctively hit the snooze button and lifted your head to read the time:

5:00am

“fuckkkkk,” you groaned to yourself bringing your pillow over your head.

You told yourself you had to get up, you could not miss an assignment. Negan would have your ass, and not the way you would like him too.

You mustered your energy and literally rolled yourself onto your feet. You stumbled through your room, sporadically dressing. The fast movements amplified your symptoms, you occasionally had to stand still with a fist over your mouth to control your urge to puke. Your insane headache didn’t help either, it felt like someone stuffed cotton into your skull through your nostrils.

You’ve always had poor impulse control. Saying yes to another drink, another line or bump, yes to a stranger at the club. And last night yes to tequila with the rugby folks.

The semi and two other trucks were set to take off at 5:30. You were on track to be out there early but your bathroom break took longer than usual considering you urinated for what could have been 2 minutes, took extra time to pep talk yourself and debated with your stomach over the sink. Which led to you getting (in your opinion) the worst seat in the house. The semi, sandwiched between the driver and Negan.

_______

“Well good morning doll!” He said trough the rolled down window.

Jesus fucking christ wanna lower voice, you thought to yourself

“Good morning” you responded, your voice cracking as you scooted making more room for him.

Negan opened the door, got in, and you braced yourself.

Slam

Oh fuck, you felt like you skull was gonna burst with the pressure.

Negan observed you, noticing the subtle eye-roll under the skin of your eyelids, and your deep swallow - again holding down whatever you last drink and meal was. He knew.

The beginning of the ride was fine but after a half hour, your nausea was exacerbated. You tried to counteract the effects by taking deep breaths and small sips of water. Luckily you didn’t blow chunks in Negan.

The group scavenged some homes, and stores in a nearby plaza. Your last location was a pharmacy. You didn’t believe in god but at that moment there was a fraction of a possibility for you. Your first thought was to get your hands on some aspirin and some not-so-expired Gatorade. But first the job - supplies. You all cleared the place and began loading non-perishables and first aid items into your bags.

Negan walked down the hygiene aisle towards you.

“This is for you, Eddie.” His long arm stretched out to hand you a small white bottle.

You turned it around to read the label: 800mg ibuprofen

You played dumb, “what’s this for?”

“Com’n doll, I know a hungover kid when I see one”

You smiled down at the bottle in disbelief, “Guess I didn’t hide it very well”

“You most certainly did not,” he teased, “I mean, you were boring as shit on the way up, kept drinking water - probably cause you didn’t wanna throw up, and you’ve had that same sheen of sweat on your face all day.”

“Plus” you leaned down towards your ear, you got a whiff of his cologne and felt the heat of his breath on your neck, “you’re a walking distillery.”

You looked up at him confused, you’re brain not having the best cognitive function at the moment to breakdown his metaphor.

“You reek of alcohol, hon”

“Shit, really?”

“Oh yeah, shits oozing outta you!”

“Fuck, alright, thanks for these,” you said gesturing at the bottle.

“No problem doll,” he walked behind you, putting a light hand on your hip, and whispered in your other ear, “Oh, and we’ll discuss this event further”

What the fuck does that mean?

The ride back was much better. You were tired and almost caught yourself falling asleep on Negan’s shoulder.

When you arrived the other group was already in the garage ready to unload. Negan stepped out of the semi and held the door open as you followed. You took three steps before Negan hooked his hand under your arm pulling you back. He turned you around.

“Listen, as cute as I found your little attempt to hide your hangover, you could’ve seriously compromised the run. And I can’t let that go unpunished.”

Those words, his voice, instantly turning you on. You wanted to rub one out right there in front of him.

“So eat, get cleaned up, whatever but meet me in my room immediately after”

You nodded in understanding, he released you with a slight push. _______

You made your way through the hallways, nervous and a little scared but mostly hoping it’d end up like last time.

You knocked on Negan’s door.

“Come in!”

You opened the door slowly and stepped inside.

“Have a seat doll” he gestured with his pen toward the couch across the coffee table from where he was sitting.

Negan was on a long coach, ankle on his knee, jotting things down in a notebook, probably taking inventory from today. He was wearing a cotton white tee and his usual black pants.

You sat down. Waiting for him to say something. But there was nothing.

“So, you wanted to talk?” You broke the silence.

“Damn straight I do.” He said not looking up from his notes. “What you pulled today, was unacceptable, so we’re gonna come up with an appropriate sanction. And I’ll let you make the first offer” he finished his final markings and drew his eyes to you.

“I am personally am not a fan of consequences so I couldn’t tell you”

“Com’n, you’re smart, well, most of the time, what do you think I should do with you?”

There was another streak of quiet.

“Well I’m thinking you can have 2 weeks of fence duty, or considering our history, we can come up with a private punishment that serves both parties” he suggested. “I think you’ll enjoy the latter, but no pressure doll, it’s your choice. I won’t force anything on ya, just thought we’d have a little fun.”

“Like a sexual punishment?” You wanted clarification

“That’s a safe assumption to make, Eddie” he laughed, knowing you weren’t so innocent but still managed to ask the question.

“Well, I don’t want fence duty cause it’s been hotter than the devil's dick lately.”

Negan laughed, “you got some colorful language there doll”

“So what do you have in mind?” You asked, adjusting yourself in your seat, stuffing your foot under your knee.

He set his notepad off to the side and rubbed the stubble on his chin, “What are you into?”

“Well, I, uh, never -“

“You haven’t had this sort of sexual experience have you?” He tried to put the pieces together

“...um, no,” you said shyly

“Oh okay. I want you to know that with me, you just gotta let me know what you like and what you don’t and I’ll adjust. You know I don’t disappoint. So, Is there anything you want to try?”

“Well, you’ve probably noticed, I like being roughed up, manhandled if you will. So...”

“Have you ever tried spanking?”

“I mean it’s happened a during sex, hell you did it last week, but not as an isolated thing”

“How do feel about me bending you over my bed and giving you your punishment?”

You looked over to his bed, and back at him, “yeah, I’m open to that”

Negan pushed off his knees and stood up. You looked up at him from your seat, his predatory eyes making your core tingle. You got up to meet him.

He began attacking your neck, sucking hard at your skin here and there, drawing out moans from you. His hands wandered at your back, made their way under the crewneck sweater you were wearing.

“No bra?”

“Thought I’d make this go quicker”

“Is your mind always in the dirty gutter?”

“Not as much as yours” you whispered in half moans

His hands made their way to your chest, pinching your erect buds.

“Fuck” you groaned

He pulled the hoodie off, revealing your upper half. His hands hooked under both sides of your jaw and began kissing your lips, slipping his tongue in your mouth.

Both of you staggered towards the bed.

“Bend over. Hands behind your back”

You did as you were told. You heard the clicking of his belt. You were worried he was gonna use that on you. You turned her head back, trying to get a better look.

“Relax doll, this is for something else.”

He grabbed your wrists and wrapped his belt around them. He then slipped your loose fitting running shorts down mid-thigh, eyes locking with your womanhood.

“Do I turn you on this much doll?” He asked, taking a thumb and spreading your juices around, swirling it around your clit.

You wiggled your hips trying to get more friction.

Negan removed his finger, “not yet”

“So you want 10 hard ones or 20 moderate ones? Before I fuck into next week” he asked and he roughly caressed your buttocks.

“10”

“Alright. I want you to count them out, you miss one doll and we’re starting from the top”

“Yes, sir”

Negan groaned at your words, squeezing your cheeks one last time. There was a pause before you felt the first one.

Smack

Ah fuck

“One” you moaned, eyes glued shut. It hurt but you were oddly into it.

Smack

“Two”

Smack

“T-three” you began breathing heavy

Smack

It took a little longer to answer

“Four,” you said softer

“What was that sweetheart?” He asked menacingly

You didn’t answer, you knew he heard you and you hated repeating yourself, the situation didn’t change that.

“You know the rules. You don’t answer we start over” He reminded you

“You won’t” you challenged him

His clothed body leaned over you, feeling his semi-hard bulge over your ass. He tangled his hand in your hair and pulled your head back.

“From the top” he ordered and carelessly let you head fall

Smack

“One” your voice at a slightly higher pitch

Smack

“Two”

Smack

“Three”

Smack. That one a little extra hard on the next one, your wrists wrestling against the belt around them.

“Four,” you said it clearly this time.

After he got to the fourth one for the second time he gave he gently rubbed his markings, giving you some relief, and switched cheeks.

Smack

“Five” you gritted through your teeth

“Halfway there doll. And damn baby, you are soaking” he brought his fingers to your center again, feeling your slickness. He brought two fingers inside you and you bit down on the sheets hoping he’d give you release.

You slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb playing with your bundle. When he felt your walls quiver he pulled them out, causeing a frustrated sigh to exit you.

“Patience, doll”

Fuck you

Without warning, he brought the next blow

“Agh! - Six!”

“You alright doll?” He wanted to make sure you were okay with everything.

You nodded, your cheek rubbing against his sheets.

Smack

“S-Seven”

Smack

“Eight! Nine!”

You were heaving, your face buried into the mattress, your torso rising and sinking, your back glistening with sweat.

He stepped back and pulled your shorts all the way down through your ankles. He roughly spread your legs out more.

The next blow went where you didn’t expect it to.

Smack right on your center

You moaned loudly and he entered you in one swift motion, you didn’t have time to fully register the sting or count it. He grabbed onto the belt, bringing your upper body slightly off the mattress. He jackhammered into you. Wet, slapping sounds filling the room.

He felt you getting close, your center squeezing his member tighter and your moans getting louder. He let his grip on the belt relax and you flopped back onto the mattress.

He shimmed his hand to your front, causing his body to press against you tightly. His penetration was slower, but he took his time to go extra deep, while his fingers worked your clit.

“I’m close” you barely got out.

He kept himself buried deep, his girth keeping you stretched out, he focused on stimulation.

“Com’n, Eddie, come for me” he practically ordered.

God his fingers

You tensed up and immediately came undone. Sighing in relief.

“There she is” Negan praised

Negan pulled out of you. And began caressing your vulva. You jolted forward at the oversensitivity.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet” he gripped your hips and pulled you back into place.

He utilized your secretions and brought his fingers to your puckered hole. Spreading your juices around it.

“This okay doll?”

Fuck it

“Yes da-, yes sir”

“Daddy huh? You can call me that, dirty girl”

His fingers continuing the swirling motions

“So is this okay doll?” he leaned over and nibbled at your muscular shoulder.

“Yes, daddy”

He straightened up and worked one finger in and felt you tense up.

“Shh, shh, relax doll. I got you” He soothed you, and began pumping that single finger in and out.

You felt more liquid land on your hole, you were certain he used his spit, but it helped his finger enter and exit much easier.

After serval minutes he asked, “ready for another one?”

You nodded

Smack

“Answer me!”

“Yes”

Smack

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy”

He slid a second finger inside you. It was tight and stung a little but it was also pleasurable. You started to back your hips into his fingers.

“That’s it” he encouraged

He pulled his fingers out and rubbed the tip of his dick at your hole. He pushed his half his head in and pulled out, he performed that movement several times.

“I’m going to go inside you now, sweetheart”

“Okay,” you said nervously

“If it’s too much you can tell me to stop, and I’ll stop” he reassured you

He pushed his entire head in. It was wider than his two fingers but not unbearable. He stilled for a moment.

“Relax”

You took semi-deep breathes. Negan pushed half-way on your exhale.

“That’s it, keep breathing”

Negan timed his movements. Every time you breathed in he exited and when you breathed out he pushed back in. Eventually hiding his whole member inside you.

“Harder” you muttered at him

“Your a fucking bad girl, Eddie. Wanting me to fuck your ass harder”

He dug his fingers into your hips and pumped violently into you.

“I’m gonna come in your ass” telling you, not asking.

His groans and movements became frantic, and with one final grunt, Negan blew his load into you. Giving you lazy pumps as he softened.

He pulled out of you, and you heard his zipper close. But he wasn’t done yet.

He brought his hand back to your recently used entrance and used his dripping cum as a lubricant. He scissored your anus while using his other hand to flick your clit. You began bucking against him, faster and faster, feeling the coil tighten in your gut, eventually convulsing around his digits.

“Ah fuck!”

He pulled off his shirt and wiped your back dry, making his way to your center to clean both of your fluids.

He tossed his shirt to the side, untied you, and gave you a playful, light smack, “try to handle your liquor better next time”

You sat at the edge of his bed feeling the ache on your backside and rubbed your wrists. Negan was washing his hands in his small kitchen.

“I can handle my liquor, Negan” you told him

Negan laughed, turning off the faucet, flicking the excess water off his hands. He reached for the overhead counters and pulled out a bottle of alcohol and set on the counter.

“Let’s see” he turned to you, daring you.

#negan #negan x oc #negan x reader #Negan thirst squad #negan smut #The Walking Dead #twd #negan fanfiction #twd fanfiction

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rheyninwrites · 4 years

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Old Friends Part1

f!OC- Modern AU

(Literally the very first RDR fic I wrote, the first thing I’d written in YEARS. Merry Holi-New Year.)

Shit.

I looked both ways on the gravel road, searching desperately for headlights I knew I wasn’t gonna see.

Fuck.

I knew the dumbass was gonna do this again. I fucking knew it. But I went along with him anyway, just like I usually do, and now, here I was, in some stranger’s yard tucked away in the backwoods of nowhere, with no way home in sight.

I sighed. I was tired of the bullshit. Tired of my god awful boyfriend dragging me to these god awful parties. Tired of him deciding he had to leave “just for a minute” to get more booze, or ice, or some other little thing that I definitely didn’t need to come along for, usually because he was already bringing five of his dumbass friends. Then he’d end up getting distracted somehow, or maybe lost, or just too goddamn drunk to drive, leaving me to find my own way home. I couldn’t even count the number of times I’d had to wait in some strange living room, walls covered in animal heads and smelling like beer and piss, for someone to sleep it off so I could find out where the hell I was and get a ride home. This shit wasn’t funny anymore. Not that it ever really was.

I wasn’t doing this again.

I squinted into the distance, trying to find some reference point. There was an intersection not far away, and I was pretty sure I saw the green of a street sign. That was lucky. Sometimes it was just dirt roads for miles. I’d like to say I didn’t know why in the hell a thirty-seven year old man would be attending backwoods drinking parties, but I’d be lying. I knew exactly why. He’d just never managed to grow up past his high school years. That was why all of his “friends” were either losers like him, jumping from job to job, or were half his age. I guess some people just don't like to deal with reality.

Unfortunately, that usually left me dealing with it in his place. I paid the rent, took care of the bills. I made sure the taxes got done. I bought the groceries, I cooked the food- the meals he never ate because he was either too hungover or “just really craving tacos, man, I dunno”. Hell, most of the time he wouldn’t have made it to work on time if I didn’t wake him up! At least, those times when he actually had a job.

As I made my way down the darkened road, I pulled out my phone to see if I had a signal, and happened to notice the time. Three fucking fifteen am. Who the fuck would be up at this ungodly hour? Most of my friends actually had decent jobs that they cared about.

I knew that, in the long run, it really didn’t matter if any of them were already up. Every one of my wonderful friends had my back, regardless of the circumstances. Yes, maybe I’d have to deal with an earful for letting myself end up in this situation, again, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe. Anyway, once they heard I was dumping the moron, it’d probably more than make up for it.

Let’s see . . . who would I be disturbing the least calling at this time?

Not Javier- he always turned his phone off. Charles would probably answer, but he works so much, and by the time he got me home, he might not make it to work on time, if he happened to be working today. Sadie would be glad to come, but she worked almost as much as Charles did, and had a harder time sleeping most of the time, so she was out. Lenny? The poor kid was on 24/7 at the hospital, and I wasn’t about to disturb him during the little sleep he might be getting. Tilly had just moved in with her new boyfriend, and I didn’t know him well enough yet to be sure he’d be alright with being disturbed, even in an emergency. John and Abigail were out of the question, despite the fact that Abigail would love to be the first to know I was getting rid of that jerk. They had Jack, and I didn’t want to be the one responsible for waking him up.

God, this was turning out to be more difficult than I thought.

Sean and Karen were also bad choices. Either of them could quite likely be just as drunk as my now ex-boyfriend, and if neither was, they were likely either fighting or making up for fighting. While Bill was generally a good friend, and would probably be more than happy to help me out, sometimes he stared at me in a way that made me feel like if I asked him, he might expect a little something in return, and I just didn’t want to deal with that. Mary-Beth had her routines, and, while I knew she’d be happy to come get me, I also knew it could throw her off her writing for weeks, and I didn’t want that.

Shit.

That only left one person.

Oh hell.

As I searched up his number, I was half hoping he wouldn’t answer. At least that would give me a good reason to call someone else. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see or talk to him, I actually missed him a lot. We used to be the best of friends , about as close as two people could be. But that had been a long time ago, and a lot of things had happened since then. Part of which was me realizing that I had a tremendous crush on him.

“Hello?”

“Shit. Oh. Hey Arthur, it’s me.”

“Mmm. Whatcha want?”

Always a man of few words, Arthur.

“Yeah, uh, I know it’s late and all. I’m real sorry if I woke you. It’s just, I’m kinda stuck in the middle of nowhere, and if you can, I really need a ride.”

“Aw, shit. Car break down?”

“No. My car’s still at the house. See, uh,” I swallowed hard, not really wanting to bring it up, but knowing that I’d have to eventually. “The thing is, the damn moron I was dating brought me to a party, then kinda . . . took off. Again. And if I have to spend another night in one of his dumb friend’s disgusting houses, I think I’ll fucking murder someone. Possibly myself.”

Gruff little chuckle on the other end of the line. That was a good sign, at least.

“Alright, we ain’t gonna let it come to that. Where you at, anyway?”

“The middle of fucking podunk nowhere! Some damn off the map place called Riverbend?”

“River’s End?”

“Oh! Yeah, I think that’s it. Anyway, right now I’m standing where Whiteacre crosses North Beech. Gravel roads, don’t know how many turns we made to get here. I just hope you can find it.”

“I got a rough idea where it’s at. Ain’t too far from my place. You say you’re standing right there where they meet?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. Got to get dressed, make a cup of coffee quick. Then I’m on the way. Your phone got enough battery? Decent signal?”

“Surprisingly, yes. That worked out for me, at least.”

Another chuckle, a bit louder and more animated this time, which meant he was waking up, and I didn’t have to worry about my friend dying on the way to pick me up in the middle of nowhere.

“Okay then. If it’s where I think, I should make it in about fifteen to twenty minutes. If I ain’t there by then, call me back. I’ll call you when I get on Whiteacre so you know it’s me coming when you see the headlights. If you see headlights and I ain’t called you yet, you back off the road, get outta sight if you can.”

“Roger that. I’ll be sure to duck and cover, sergeant. ”

That got a real laugh.

“Alright then. Be on my way.”

“Arthur?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks. Seriously.”

“I know.”

#arthurmorgan #rdr2 fandom #modern rdr2 #modern arthur morgan #rdr arthur #arthur morgan fic #rdr2 fanfic #writblr #writing

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warmau · 5 years

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Can i request something cOOL with ncts kun like from friends-to-enemies-to-lovers? (or just from enemies to lovers mom please I'm desperate)

you’d never been one for big parties, but after being practically begged to go by johnny

you really couldnt say no

plus it was christmas - you should at least try your best to spend it with friends

(and not binge watching those sappy hallmark movies by yourself)

the party was at a cabin rented by someones way-too-rich parents

and when you got there, you were greeted by ten and johnny

already slightly pink in the cheeks, swaying back and forth to mariah carey’s classic all i want for christmas is you

“YOU MADE IT!”

johnny slurs, happy grin plastered over his face

“come on in,,,,we have,,,,,,,food and and PUNCH!”

ten extends his cup in offering, but you gently push it away - letting yourself into the house

that’s practically shaking with loud music and way too many occupants

you make some rounds, chatting with mark who looks embarrassed to be wearing the neon flashing santa hat taeyong had bought him

you dance a little with yukhei and sicheng who try to liven up your mood

but just as you start to get into the flow of things

he arrives

you and qian kun have an,,,,,,,interesting relationship

ever since you’d first met - you disagreed about everything and anything

there wasnt one topic where you and kun could see eye to eye

at first you guys tried to laugh it off like hahaha we’re just opposites ,,,, but at some point it got real

and personal

if there was ever a reason to butt heads - you two would find it

which is why everyone, for the most part, tried to keep you separated

so they wouldnt get caught in the middle of it

because, even though people were used to kun being calm and quite reasonable

around you, it was like a fire went off and just the seething energy that came off you too,,,,,,,,,,,,yuta would say he could literally feel himself getting burnt

but now here you were

both at this party

and you told yourself - just stay away. mind your business

but it was like god was playing a cruel trick

because as well as you two did, avoiding each other at the party and only exchanged passive aggressive glares

neither of you expected to be stuck in that damn cabin for the night

when the party had died down, and most of the people were gone, you’d volunteered to help get some stuff in order and to make sure johnny - who’d fallen asleep in a corner got back home safe

the only people left were you, him, jaehyun (who was the rich kid who got his rich parents to even rent this place), mark, jungwoo and,,,,,,,,

kun

you thought he’d already left - but there he was

piling dirty plates into garbage bags

and as you two locked eyes you tried to look away first, make yourself completely disinterested

until

“guys, look outside”

you perked up, trying to see past jaehyun who was staring - wide eyed into the snow covered porch

at first you didn’t get what he meant but then

“wait - wait - how high is the snow right now?”

jaehyun made his way over, touching the door and pushing against it

it didnt budge

“um,,,,,,,,,,im going to assume that means a bear is holding us locked in here or -”

jungwoo asks, but jaehyun shakes his head

“the snow must have gotten too high during the party and even worse while we were cleaning. i guess we’ll have to wait out the night so it melts.”

you sigh, but think that the cabin is big enough. you can crash on one of the couches

“oh ew, someone totally soaked the coaches with punch and oh - oh im going to be sick!”

mark’s voice breaks a little as he clamps his hand over his mouth

you blink, turning to jaehyun and asking - right at the same time as kun

“how many beds does this place have?”

jaehyun sits down and decides that somehow, the rooms will have to be divided up

there’s two bedrooms and a basement guest room

jaehyun and johnny take the basement guest room - it has two separate beds and jaehyun insists they need it so that if johnny gets sick (he is pretty hungover) that jaehyun doesnt have to be,,,,,,right there next to him when it happens

mark and jungwoo agree to take one of the bedrooms

which leaves you and kun in the other one

with

one bed

“ill sleep on the floor.”

he says curtly

but when you lean down to touch it, it’s ice cold

“oh and then blame me when you get sick, no way. we can share the bed. we just need to build a wall,,,”

you mutter, taking as many pillows off the bed and lining them up in the middle

to make a clean split for your side and his side

“they’re going to fall over”

kun says, deadpan

“well then use some of your magic to make sure they dont”

you snark back, making sure to get a jab in at his “magician” hobby

he rolls his eyes, but starts to pull of his sweater

which makes you throw your hands up to cover your face

“what are you doing?”

“i dont want to sweat through my sweater when im sle-”

“just keep it on, it’s cold in here anyway!”

he huffs, falling down against the mattress and sending half the pillow wall to the floor

you grumble, picking them up and setting them back into a line before getting under your side of the covers first

this is the worst thing in the world

you think to yourself, confused why in the world you’d gotten all embarrassed when kun had tried taking his clothes off

it’s because you don’t want to see him like that!

your brain responds and you agree - but still your heart beats a little quicker in your chest

of course,,,,,,,,,,you get absolutely no sleep,,,,,,,,,

you spend the night staring at your side of the wall when suddenly you feel kun shift

“are you awake?”

his soft voice asks and you swallow

“yeah. what do you want?”

you try to sound agitated, but you’re not - you’re just tired

“why do we hate each other?”

“w-what?”

the bed moves again and you hear kun move some of the pillows out of the way

you ready yourself to get angry, to tell him to stop whatever he’s thinking of doing, but you cant bring yourself to even turn around

“i mean - when did we decided not to like each other?”

“we didn’t decide. we’re just completely opposite from each other so why would we ever like each other?”

the wind beats against the windows and makes the sound loud in the silence of the room

you feel kun looking at your back

and you don’t know why it makes you feel all kinds of things in your chest

“i think i like you anyways”

those words finally make you turn around - because you stop feeling those funny butterflies in your stomach and start realizing that this has to be some joke

“kun, don’t think im stupid enough to believe that after fighting all the time that you secretly actually -”

he puts a hand out and touches your cheek, you pause and in the darkness of the room you can tell that he’s ,,,,,,, being super serious

“maybe if you’d remember every other thing about us rather then just our arguing you would know im not playing around.”

he breathes and you blink

it’s true,,,alll you remember about kun is you two getting into it over the stupidest, pettiest little things

but there have been spare moments where you’re sure you’d caught him staring at you

but that’s because he thinks im annoying! he’s not staring - he’s glaring at me

how he’d ask if you were going to come along whenever your friends and his went out

that’s because he wants me not to go!

or how he’d stayed behind today - to help jaehyun and you

no no - just to help jaehyun, he’d never do something nice just for you

“are you saying,,,,,”

“im saying i like you. i really really like you. so can you please stop hating me and start liking me too?”

because you’re at a lose for words - and because you’re literally inches apart from your enemy whose just confessed to you on a bed of all places

you sort of just freeze

but kun comes closer, till the pillow wall between you is completely gone and the heat from his body circles yours

“i cant use my magic - and im not forcing you to like me back - but i think under it all you do at least think im cu-”

he starts

but then you finally react

you lean in, kissing kun

granted you miss his lips and hit the top of his nose because it’s so dark

but you KISS kun

and he moves his head a bit so he can properly kiss you back

and it’s unreal - like you’re really kissing this guy who all you’ve ever done is get mad at each other

and you’re actually loving it

pulling back, you feel kun’s legs tangle with yours and you don’t know how else to say it

but

“i guess i like you too,,,,,,,,but it would have been so much easier if you had just told me from the beginning-”

“ok ok im not going to argue about liking each other too. we’ve argued enough, do you know what we should do from now on?”

you crinkle your nose, but ask kun to explain

you feel his hand tread through your hair and pull you in close again

before he whispers

“more kissing. from now on, no arguing just lots and lots and lots of kisses”

finally, you think

that’s something we can agree on

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