hi so for blurb night can I get #39 and #4 with rafe x pogue!reader please? where she’s the drunk one who like bumps into him at a party or something idk 🥺💕 I have a thing for rafe and pogue reader lol
4. “how much have you had to drink?”
39. “your eyes... they’re so beautiful.”
The Boneyard was filled with teens everywhere. Kooks, pogues, tourons, they all drank and partied in harmony, or at least tried to. There was this stupid feud between pogues and kooks, which meant that kooks couldn’t date pogues and vice versa. You were a couple beers in, feeling a bit tipsy when you bumped into the kook king.
“Rafe, hello... oh,whoops.” you slurred tripping over a trash bag spilling some of your beer.
“Oh my god, how much have you had to drink?” he laughed while helping stand up straight again.
“I don’t know... i’ve counted 4 but i don’t know how many... i haven’t counted.” you said and started laughing hysterically out of nowhere. He looked around trying to find the pogues, to see who was the next person he’d give you off to. Kiara was the first one he saw but she was dancing with Pope a little too sensual. He didn’t want to interrupt that, it looked that they were gonna have lots of fun later.
“I’m gonna take you home okay?” he said knowing that he didn’t have any other choice, and he didn’t want to just leave you there in that state.
“You are?! Oh, thank you. Pretty, pretty boy.” you smiled bashfully softly slapping his cheek repeatedly.
“Your eyes... they’re so beautiful.” you said concentrating on them for a second, he was looking at yours. His blue eyes blending with your Y/E/C eyes. He watched them sparkle in the moonlight making him feel butterflies. The desire to kiss you was getting worse but he stopped himself before he could do anything. He didn’t want to take advantage of you, specially when you were like this.
“Thanks hun. Come on, let’s go.” he groaned while squatting down to grab you by your legs and throw you over his shoulder causing you to squeal.
“Oh! we’re going on a rideeeee! weeeeeeee..” you slurred making him laugh. He got you home and left you a note on your bedside table along with pain killers and water.
‘I’m glad you like my eyes. Call me, you can see them longer. Hope your hangover is not bad.
see ya, Rafe.’ the note read.
Believe when i say this but it was going to be a very very interesting morning.
gdxzjdijw this was *chefs kiss*
YES @ THIS WHOLE POST
