May 21
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Qifrey knows he's gonna have to erase this, too
Olly thinks he just fucked up everything
best friend duties .ᐟ
bsf!reader playlist
pairing — bsf!rafe x fem!reader
summary — rafe helps his best friend get ready for her first date!
word count — 1.4k
contains — friends to lovers, unrequited love, pining (so one-sided atm..), emotional constipation, jealousy, mild sexual content, angst IF YOU SQUINT (i feel bad for this lil guy)
cw — suggestive themes, OOC rafe, language, drug references, not smut (sorry ☹)
❦ a/n — hiii, first fic i’ve ever posted lowkey terrified LOL
rafe’s quite OOC here (i’m choosing to call it an AU 💔), so if you’re looking for canon-accurate… this probably isn’t the one
i really tried not to give any appearance-defining characteristics to reader, purely for immersion. i find it annoying when reader’s looks are described so specifically, sooo here’s me trying to accommodate! ♡
enjoy!! <3
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“Rafe, look!”
That pulled him out of his daze. Rafe Cameron had been exercising nonchalance for the past… 48 minutes, if he’d counted correctly. You’d put him through the misery of rating your outfits— Rafe thought that drowning himself in the ocean would be a better pass of time.
But… he dealt with it. For you. As you skipped out of your bathroom in what must have been the fourth outfit, a pink babydoll top and light wash denim shorts, a puff of air left his mouth.
Maybe it was the tiny heart pendant resting right above your cleavage. Maybe it was the way your ass looked in those shorts… or on a lighter note? It could’ve been the sickly sweet smile on your face, the smile he wished he could be the reason for.
Nah. Ethan, the obnoxious 6’5” personal trainer had put that smile on your face when he’d asked for your number and coffee… right in front of Rafe, last Friday. Outside a fucking Taco Bell. Who was Rafe, chopped liver?! He wasn’t jealous, oh no he wasn’t.
Just… curious as to how Mr. Taco Bell got your number.
“Yeah… that one’s nice.”
“You’ve said that about the last 3.”
Rafe wanted to hang himself from your ceiling fan.
“You gonna fuck him?”
You paused in your tracks, turning to him with a frown and a raised brow that made him immediately want to shove his fist in his mouth for letting those words leak through.
“…Not on the first date.”
Bullshit. You may not have wanted to fuck him, but Rafe knew his own species better than you did.
Personal trainer Ethan had ogled you with all the subtlety of a seagull eyeing someone’s lunch. Rafe dragged his hand down his face, sighing along with the motion before bringing his gaze back up to yours. His eyes wandered down your body again, his own lack of subtlety a testament to the irony of judging Ethan.
“You borrowed the top from Sarah?”
Your eyes lit up in that sparkly manner that he’d always loved. Always adored. His sweet girl… that wasn’t his. Not in the way he wanted, at least. Clasping your hands together, your eager nod was followed by:
“Yeah!!! It’s cute, isn’t it?!”
Cute. Cute didn’t even begin to cover it. Not when Rafe had to quietly grab a throw pillow off your bed, placing it over the situation developing in his jeans.
“Gimme a spin.”
And so you did, the slow twirl of your figure making the top flare in its wake.
“You think he’ll like it…?”
The uncertainty in your tone made his face fall slightly, part of him— no, all of him— wanted to take your face into his hands. Tell you that any guy lucky enough to take you out would’ve already been halfway in love. He’d been in love for the last 4 years, for the love of God. He swallowed that feeling down, the taste on his tongue bitter— nodding a little too eagerly.
”Yeah, ‘course he will.”
His stomach churned with the reminder that it wasn’t him. Would it ever be him? In his 19 years of existence, Rafe had never been chosen. Not by Ward, not by Sarah… not by you. Oh well, that was just his life. Probably. Your smile returned, eyes crinkling at the corners— and his heart warmed just that tiny bit. A high far better than any he’d found in a fistful of white powder.
Ping!
Your phone buzzed across the room, pulling a flinch out of you and Rafe, his head snapping to the source of noise. His eyes followed your brisk steps to the device, watching you pluck it off the table and unlock it eagerly.
“He just texted! He said he’ll be here soon, eeeeee!”
Rafe could throw up right on your bedroom floor this very second. He pushed down the bile clawing up his throat, leaning back onto his elbows and tipping his chin upwards in faux engagement.
“You want me to leave soon, then?”
The mere concept of another boy fucking you in this bed later tonight was enough for him to do 30 lines the moment he got home. Your little pout weakened his resolve nonetheless, the tiny bounce in your feet likening you to an excited kid. In his eyes, at least.
”Not yet! In a bit.”
Your fingers fumbled through a drawer, pulling out a tiny tube of lip-gloss. His eyes traced your movements as you pulled the applicator out with a wet pop!— slathering the glittery substance over your pursed lips in the mirror.
It was only when you turned around to show him that Rafe was reminded of how painfully hard he was getting, his traitorous mind immediately wandering to how your glossed lips would look wrapped around his—
“I feel like this shade’s a little too… bright?”
God, it was perfect. Right down to the T, you looked perfect. Why couldn’t you fucking see that?
”Matches the top. Looks good to me.”
The apprehension stayed within the crease between your brows, arms crossing over your mid-section when you shot back:
”No seriously, Rafe. Will he think I look pretty?”
Rafe sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, your frown only serving to deepen the pit in his stomach— before pushing himself off his elbows, leaning closer into the cloud of vanilla body mist clinging to your skin.
“He asked you on a date. Ya think he doesn’t think you’re gorgeous?”
I was right fucking there and he still did, he almost wanted to add. But really, what was Rafe? A tall frat boy that followed you around like an eager puppy? He didn’t give… menacing boyfriend, did he? He couldn’t be something he wasn’t, he told himself. Ironic.
Your smile returned and Rafe’s lips twitched upwards in turn, wanting to kiss the simper off your lips— the thought shot dead when: Ping!
”Oh!”
You looked back down at your phone, a tiny squeak leaving you when your eyes widened.
“…‘On my way gorgeous’— Ohmygod he called me gorgeous?! He hasn’t even seen my outfit yet! Rafeee, he’s so sweet!”
Sweet as grandma’s pie, he was. Rafe had heard enough recounts of your banter and playful exchanges with picture perfect Ethan to write a fucking novel. He’d have felt less inclined to guilt himself for wanting to swing at the guy, had he not just been… a guy. Your guy? No, not yet.
He chuckled at your elation, nodding along and rising to his feet, rubbing a hand along his thigh in a pathetic attempt at adjusting his crotch seam— sighing.
“I’ll be off, then. Don’t wanna crash your date or nothin’.”
Rafe needed to leave your house before he smothered himself with your pillows. He grabbed his keys off your vanity, only to turn and be met with the sight of your outstretched arms and grin.
”For luck…?”
Weak, weak being.
“…Bring it in.”
He leaned down, arms wrapping around your waist in a gentle embrace. He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, and wondered just for a moment what would happen if he pressed a kiss to the perfumed skin. Instead, he rubbed your back in small circles that always seemed to calm your nerves no matter the situation.
”You’ll be fine. He already thinks you’re great.”
And so did Rafe, far more than Ethan ever could, or would. You giggled, and it felt like a noose around Rafe’s heart.
“Love you, Rafe. You’re the best friend ever.”
Shoot me.
“You too, beautiful.”
…He meant that platonically. Pulling back from the embrace, Rafe patted your shoulder twice, offering a small smile and one last nod. An exchange of goodbyes found him leaving your room, walking down the stairs rather briskly. Your wave felt like the nail in the coffin as Rafe sat himself down in his driver's seat, letting out his first exhale of real breath since that… misery.
He tried his very best to ignore the manner in which his eyes started stinging, free hand firing up the truck’s engine whilst avoiding any chance at looking back at your apartment.
Rafe would go home, and he would have a drink. Maybe go to bed after, he assured himself. He wouldn’t sit in silence and revel in the thought of Ethan lacing his fingers through yours. Ethan leaning in to kiss your cheek, or wipe pastry crumbs from the side of your lip with his thumb.
No, Rafe wouldn’t do that.
Rafe didn’t care.
Some people got the girl. Rafe Cameron just drove the fuck home.
Adrien “she’s just a friend” Agreste WIP
More and more
pairings: sugawara koushi x reader
wc: 470
summary: summer weather’s always better with you. a self-indulgent drabble of you and Suga dancing in the rain, cause why not?
The rain drops on the window pane were chasing each other again today. One by one, they splatter against the glass, marking another rainy day, begging for summer break to begin.
Yet here you are.
Sigh.
“Forgot your umbrella too, huh?”
You turn and there was the love of your life.
Silver wind-swept hair and ephemeral smile.
Crinkled eyes and dimpled cheeks making your heart squeal.
Sugawara, Koushi.
what the hell is a situationship merge souls with me
HOLD UP HOLD UP
This author was watching this for the bazillionth time for blocking notes and OMG
Colin's breath legitimately hitches after the first kiss (13 secs) AND THEN he's the one to initiate the next kiss (16 secs)!!
He is the one breathing her in like his life fucking depends on it (24 sec) and when they pull away THIS MAN TRIES TO GO IN FOR MORE (34 sec) BUT PEN PULLS AWAY
This man's whole worldview just shattered and this is the first time he has wanted to kiss someone like this and then SHE PULLS AWAY AND THANKS HIM. My poor boy had no choice but to be absolutely devastated. Sure he's kissed a lot of girls (or so he says) but NONE have ever left him reeling. NONE have ever made him wish there was more like this one.
I think this definitely goes with the theory that Colin is demisexual because my man has always loved Penelope. There is no doubt in that logic at all because it's evident how he cares for her. But the moment that man's lips touched hers, he knew he was IN love with her. Colin is extremely in touch with his feelings and the minute he felt that tug of his heart, he was destined to be down bad.
He already loved Pen's mind but society reinforced that she wasn't a prospect for him with every little comment. Every sense of social norm went out the fucking window after this kiss for Colin. All he knew is that he loved Penelope Featherington and fuck anyone who was going to get in the way of what he wants.
A Song of Silk and Steel.
Raya Lannister. Pretty, polished, perfect Raya. Well, she used to be. Now widowed, barren, and forced to live a life of servitude to her sister, Queen Cersei. A sentence that serves as a constant reminder of her diminished value in a world where a woman’s worth is measured only by her ability to produce heirs. Haunted by deception and pain she finds herself drawn to the one person within the Red Keep who embodies the ugly truth. A fragile thing is forged between this unlikely pair of souls. The disgraced beauty and the violent dog.
Chapter 1. 🫧Chapter 2. 🫧Chapter 3. 🫧Chapter 4.🫧Chapter 5.🫧Chapter 6.🫧Chapter 7.🫧Chapter 8. 🫧Chapter 9.🫧Chapter 10.🫧Chapter 11.🫧Chapter 12.🫧Chapter 13. 🫧 Chapter 14.🫧 Chapter 15.🫧 Chapter. 16🫧 Chapter 17. 🫧 Chapter 18.🫧 Chapter 19. 🫧 Chapter 20. 🫧 Chapter 21.
also on ao3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86387791/chapters/228540106
intense pining ensues
— 🌟🛸 [@ahumanfromspace]