dope sh*t

-a/n this entire blurb is based off of that one reddit post where op’s cat starts influencing their dating decisions

-a little suggestive, kind of fluffy

Relationships aren't your thing at all. You've spent most of your life comfortable in your habits. You find a guy you like and keep him around for a cruel amount of time with an understanding of no intention to be in a seriously committed relationship. You've always been fine with long term hookup situations until Choi San.

He's too good of a guy, soft spoken, and mature not like guys you've been with before. You've been hooking up with him for a good amount of time and the two of you have started to develop what you would call an actual friendship. He would not. He's tried to bring up the topic of actually dating before and you swiftly shut it down every time. You know you should've cut him off to protect his feelings since you’re certain he won’t do it himself. From the outside it looks extremely one sided, but in a selfish way it's not, you just can't show it. Even though you're no stranger to ending things with a guy who becomes too clingy and lovesick, you have an uncharacteristically soft spot for San. How could you not he receives your affection and repulsion without any complaints no matter how often you switch between the two. Warm or cold, as long as you're talking to him he doesn't care what you say, in his opinion it's a thousand times better than when you ghost him. His persistence is annoyingly effective, you're unable to pretend you don't like him more than you let on when he’s always trying. It's hard not to like a guy like him, he's good company, a good lay, but even worse your cat likes him too.

The first time San saw her you remember how he looked at you with shining eyes as he asked quietly if he could pet her. Every time he came over from then on out he'd greet your cat and it's not long before she actually greets him back, strutting towards him once she hears him enter. He always crouches down and softly pets at her head cooing a greeting, and eventually adopting a nickname for her.

The first time it happened you almost couldn't believe it. She didn't take to strangers and never interacted with guys from you brought home no matter how long you had them around, but Sannie seemed different. You'd watch him quietly, desperately trying to blink away the hearts in your eyes until they're finished greeting each other. It becomes seamless the way he’ll be on the ground whispering, "Hi princess, how are you?" in one breath and looking up at you with clouded over eyes in the next. He'd stand up and like nothing after making dumb kissy noises, pulling you into him and initiating what you invited him over for, kissing you passionately, slipping his tongue past your lips, and trailing kisses down your neck as he leads you to your bedroom. The three sixty of his attitude makes your head spin. He's not shy to become dominant in bed, but he lets you take control in everything else. He'll never tell you, but it's strategic. If letting you think you're in control and nodding when you tell him to shut the fuck up will keep you happy and unofficially his, he'll nod excitedly every damn time.

You try to ignore the way your cat likes San and the way you feel watching him interact with her, but it's hard to ignore when she jumps up on him after one time of forgetting to close the door.

You're hovering over him, lips chasing his, leading you into his lap until you feel fur brush past you and onto him. It's takes everything in him not to make a smart remark as you carry her out the room with an unamused expression on your face. You close the door and turn around still stone faced, even though your resolve almost breaks at the way his fingers beckon you over with a hungry look on his face as if you had never been interrupted in the first place.

It’s really painful because San even acts like a cat. The way he nuzzles his face into your neck, and paws at your body, kneeling softly at your skin. He purrs like a cat whenever you give him the right amount of skinship. Worse of all he has bad habit of putting his teeth on you when he gets too excited, softly biting your ear in missionary, or even as as the two of you grow closer he nips at you outside of sex like it's the most casual thing ever.

The feelings you start to develop strengthen over time no matter how hard you try to avoid it. You find yourself thinking about him constantly, even missing him sometimes, letting him cuddle you and compliment you in ways that are grossly domestic, but letting him spend the night when he pretends to be exhausted is by far the worst mistake you could've made. You wake up next to him in the morning and for once you don't feel rigid and eager for the body next to you to disappear. Your limbs are draped comfortably over his and if you didn't have to feed your cat who's doing a back and forth dance directly in your line of vision for her breakfast you would've actually stayed there to sink further into him. He groans softly as you get out of bed and eventually joins the two of you in the kitchen as you give her back a filled bowl. You turn around at the feeling of his hand reaching for you and notice his shirt is on, usually a sign that he's getting ready to leave. "You leaving Sannie?" you ask, trying to bury the tone of disappointment that laces your voice. He wraps his arms around your shoulders in a bear hug while you look up at him waiting for a response, but he's distracted. He can't help but notice the way you looked at him that morning, the way you let him pull you into a hug, hell the way you melt in his hands in general. He's slowly but surely breaking down your walls and in moments like these he takes a mental picture, basking in your affection before you get spooked and create as much distance between the two of you as possible. "I had like three missed calls from my manager. I can come back when I finish up?" He tries to ask subtly, but he can see the change in your eyes. You shrug carelessly and duck out of his hug, "It's fine, i'll see you later."

He nods quietly before going to grab his phone off of your charger and you notice you cat starting to follow him into the room. You hear her start meowing at him and you assume she's trying to sucker him out of a second breakfast. As he walks closer to the door she gets increasingly louder almost yelling at him the way she does when you leave too often or early for her liking. He scoffs out a laugh and drops down scooping her up, "What can I do for you princess? Wanna come with me?" He talks to her with a faint pout on his lips as he cradles her like a baby. You almost scoff when he walks towards you to transfer her into your arms because you know she doesn't even like to be put on her back. the little fucker is putting on a show and you can tell.

Once she's settled in your arms he gives her one last pet saying, "I'll see you both in a bit." You barely process his words as he kisses the top of your head and leaves before you can even duck it or tell him he doesn't have to come back, but it doesn't matter because he knows you wouldn't mean any of it. the door closes and you actually miss him, youre actually excited for his return. He knows he's got you good. you know he's got you good.

ik everyone like wholesome dad rafe but i think he carries too much of his childhood trauma for that. he tries to be a good dad of course but your his wife before your the woman of his kids, so when the oldest triggers him by going after you he loses all composure.

angst & fluff

a/n: i have like three versions of this but i think this is the best😭

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When your oldest son's school calls you threatening him for suspension and letting you know he's been detained there's not much you can do but call your husband and hesitantly relay everything the school told you.

He picks up on the first ring and as you start going into detail, with worry in your tone you could tell he was trying to not be so reactive to prompt you into telling him everything. He takes a deep breath before saying, "I'll handle it, I'm handling it." You can hear him biting back irritation, what sounds like him rummaging around his office, and soon the roar of his truck starting. "I'm gonna kill him." he mutters under his breath.

"Rafe" You sigh with a warning tone, aware of the difference between your husband and yourself. The two of you agree to wait until you can talk to him together, undermining each other is something you guys try to avoid, but with polar opposite parenting styles it's hard not to.

Your oldest son had been in fight, detained, suspended from school, broke a nose, and has pending charges. You would've never expected this from him in a million years, your baby boy following in footsteps that are eerily familiar.

Within the next hour they both pull into the driveway, walking through the door together and Rafe is immediately on ten. "Take his keys" he says looking at you, "Grounded" he says pointing back at him.

You don't even get a chance to say anything before your son walks up to the kitchen island where you're standing and carelessly tosses down his car keys.

"You wanna tell us what happened?" Rafe stands tall next to you as you, his arms are crossed and a permanent scowl is etched onto his face.

Your son sits at the kitchen island and scans the both of you with his eyes. "Seems like y'all already know" he mumbles before plopping an elbow on the marble and resting his head on his hand. It kills you to see the split on his lip and reddened knuckles, you want to be mad, but you also want to hold him as tightly as possible. You try your hardest to seem indifferent, knowing not to take sides or undermine Rafe's authority, but your kids already know that you're the softer parent by far.

His response makes Rafe take in an audibly deep breath, "Don't be a smartass" he says raising his eyebrows as a sign to your teenager to proceed with caution. "I mean what the hell were you thinking?" he asks, moving his hands to his hips.

He's met with silence as your son gives the two of you a lazy shoulder shrug. Rafe turns to you with widened eyes as your signal to step in. "Okay, not responding is not an option right now" you tell him, definitely more calmly than Rafe would've.

"Is going to my room an option?" he deadpans looking between the both of you.

"Absolutely not, you broke that kid's nose" Rafe responds with a scoff before turning around and holding his head in his hands, trying his hardest to gain composure.

"It's like you don't even care?" you add in, confused because your son has never been this dismissive. The two of you are sure you raised respectful kids, so you just can't fathom this new attitude.

He just looks at you guys and silently shrugs again.

"Well we do care, you know I had to keep your ass from being charged right?" Rafe points a strong finger at him that you softly pull down saying, "We care a lot because we're concerned about you sweetheart, this isn't like you"

He makes eye contact with both of you and remains silent.

"We're not angry with you-" you start until Rafe scoffs, "Yes the hell we are"

The two of you exchange challenging stares as you struggle to remain impartial, "Your father and I feel a bit differently, but regardless what happened isn't okay." You look over at Rafe and he gives a small nod, signaling that the two of you are on the same page before continuing, "We just-"

"Oh my god, just leave me the fuck alone" he yells before storming up the stairs.

The bass in his voice leaves you stunned, you don't even get to process hurt or anger before Rafe breaks the silence, "What the hell did he just say to you?" he turns to face you, his voice is eerily calm, so calm that you try to restrain him before he even moves.

You watch his eyes darken and attempt to deter him by resting your hand on his, "Rafe no-" but before you can fully grab his wrist he darts up the stairs behind him.

It takes you longer to get up the stairs as you're not as blinded by anger, but you can hear the room door slam shut and rip open just as quickly. Your son and your husband are instantly going at each others throats, yelling over one another to the point where you can't even make out what they're even yelling about.

When you make it to the doorway of the room you're immediately angered to see Rafe has him picked up, holding your son against the wall. His fist is grounded in his chest and he has an iron grip on the material of his shirt that keeps him firmly in position against the wall, somewhat on his tippy toes. "You'll apologize to your mother right now or so help me god."

"Rafe, are you fucking serious?" he turns and when he feels the way his icy glare meets the fire in your eyes he begrudgingly lets him go, but not without pettily throwing him back against the wall slightly.

They both stand breathing heavily, cold stares shooting daggers at each other like an old western showdown. Your son hasn't looked this much like Rafe since he was a pouty toddler, it's almost scary now seeing him grown up, too much like his dad for his own good.

"He was arrested for fighting and your solution is this? Both of you are ridiculous" you scold them not sure who you're more upset with yet.

"Both of us? In what world do I let my wannabe delinquent son disrespect my wife in my goddamn house?"

Rafe's focus has shifted as he didn't like you being mad at him. When it comes down to it you're his wife before anything else and a mother to his kids second.

"You don't have to excuse his behavior, but don't manhandle my son like that ever again." you say pointedly before turning towards your son, "And god forbid I'm worried about you, I-" you fight to keep your voice still as your eyes begin to gloss over. Overwhelmed by the chaos of the situation you just throw your hands up, "I can't even right now" you start to walk towards the door, "Your father said you're grounded, so you're grounded." You remind him before leaving, although it seems empty. You don't even know what that means, if you're supposed to take his phone or his controllers, turn off the wifi, unplug his tv? You'll have to count on your husband to follow through with the grounding. You leave the room to get air and you can feel Rafe hot on your heels following you to your shared room. He doesn't say anything as he closes the door behind the two of you and reaches out to turn you to face him.

You slap his hands away, "Have you lost your fucking mind?" you yell at him in a hushed whisper.

"He was cuffed in front of the fucking school, and gets back home acting like an asshole after I got his charges dropped" he responds back in the same hushed tone.

"So he's obviously going through something, it's our job to figure that out, not make him feel like it's us against him"

He pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut before groaning, "Youre coddling"

You roll your eyes at him, "I’m coddling because i'm not putting my hands on him?"

"You're acting like I actually hit him" Rafe gasps out with widened eyes.

"You were pretty close" you glare at him, making yourself angry all over again.

"Someone needs to. Do you see how he's acting?" He says it so carelessly that it almost makes your jaw drop as you look up at him, frozen. "Do you hear yourself?" you ask him stunned with disbelief. "Is that how you really feel?" you scan his face trying to familiarize the man standing in front of you.

You can see his demeanor soften like he regrets saying it, "No, but.. I know that behavior. I don't want him to turn out like I did" He starts avoiding your eyes, trying to keep his tough exterior built up. You know Rafe is never one for a heart to heart about his feelings but whenever what he's holding onto starts affecting his life like this he knows you won't back down. As expected you don't, as soon as the words leave his lips you slowly approach him.

"I still loved that version of you" You speak softly to him, not wanting him to shut down, but he can't because he knows it's true. You managed to love every version on Rafe and continue to love him unconditionally even though he struggles with doing the same. All his love is reserved for you and he wouldn't have it any other way.

He finds your eyes, "You shouldn't have had to, I'm gonna make up where my parents lacked"

"By acting just like them?" You fire back, watching his eyes start to dart back around, more nervously this time.

He's quick to respond, his voice just below a whisper, almost begging you, "Don't say that"

Your heart hurts just from looking at him, you knew the comparison would strike a nerve, but it's the only way you think he'd understand. "That's what I saw, I'm not gonna let you become a father you'll regret"

"I- i fucked up okay!" he creates distance between the two of you and you watch as he stares off going uncharacteristically pale. You call after him, following him as he keeps walking away from you, now beginning to dry heave at the thought of turning into his father. Watching him spiral scares you, you reach out to touch him and you can feel his body slightly trembling as he speaks, "You don't know how bad it scares me to continue the cycle, to be like Ward, for him to grow up and be like me, it fucking terrifies me."

You hold his face in your hands, forcing him to look you in your eyes as you thumb away the few tears that escaped from his eyes. "It's okay to be scared, but don't let that fear control you. I mean we've done pretty good so far. We may be a little fucked up, but our kids are great. I'll talk to him and figure out what happened" you promise him and you can feel his hands grip you tightly as he pulls you flush against him for a hug.

"I'm sorry, I was reactive and wrong." he talks lowly in your ear as your arms drape on top of his shoulders. "I shouldn't have lost my temper or grabbed him, i'll apologize, find a way to make it right" he says quietly with a guilty look plastered all over his face when you pull back to look at him.

"Maybe we give him back his keys and just give him an earlier curfew?" you suggest softly.

"He's paying for his own gas"

"Deal" you agree, knowing you might still slip him gas money if he asks.

"I love you, We're good?"

-

The two of you are curled into eachother, his head against your chest as both your arms wrap up around his neck to cradle his head while your fingers wander around in the back of his head as you drift to sleep. Your legs are sandwiched together as he slots his long leg in between yours. The two of you find a way to intertwine your bodies every night, regardless of his size or if you initially fall asleep separately Mingi finds a way to be held, knowing you'll always open your arms for your big baby of a boyfriend regardless of your consciousness. The only downside is that Mingi isn't the heaviest sleeper. Once he feels you go to untangle yourself from him in the morning he will begin to shrink himself into you as much as possible, closing in tighter on your frame to prevent you from moving. It's a silent struggle as he waits for you to give in and let him lull back to sleep, but if you persist on getting up the pouting begins. It's a silent protest, that is always followed by a heavy groan as he lets you go. You get up and stand at the edge of the bed watching as he stretches out with a scrunched up face. His eyes would barely be open as he mumbles at you, fully expecting you to be able to respond, but his already deep voice gets increasingly lower and harder to understand in the morning. You've told him a million times not to talk to you until he's fully awake, so you let his murmurings become background noise as you stand in the bathroom with the door open, waiting for him to put together something cohesive.

mingis voice is deep and he usually skips some annunciations under the excuse of his tounge is thick, but you know when he's making mistakes unintentionally vs when he gets comfortable around you and starts mumbling. his deep incoherent mumbles sound like thunder to you and he knows that, so it isn’t until he rolls around for a minute that you’re able to make out a plead for you to come over.

-nonchalant simon vs overly chalant reader

Arguments are bound to happen between the two of you because of how frustrating the extreme opposite manner of the other person can be. Simon is slower to display strong emotions and while yes you're used to it, it's just something about the way he stares at you silently and expressionless as you display a broad range of emotions, trying to explain to him why you're upset with him about something that really seems so trivial at the end of the day. it wasn't meant to be a big thing but the irritation on top of his blank stare and lack of response sent you over the edge. "Really that's all you have to say?" you look up at him with fiery eyes, all your emotions boiling up inside you, threatening to explode and when he gives you an unsure shrug of his shoulders that's when you make the decision to fight fire with fire. "Fine" you scoff walking out of the room, but not without slamming the door to your shared bedroom first. You begin taking a vow of silence but your actions remain loud, saying everything you aren't. Albeit immature, you continue slamming things and stomping around, filled with frustrations that you can't even vent about because the only other person in your vicinity is making you feel like your talking to a brick wall right now. You usually lean into the quiet and calm man that is simon riley because you love him for the way he is and always will, but dinner that night on the other hand is definitely not being made with the most love.

after some time you notice simon shuffle out of the room and sit at the barstools facing the kitchen and most importantly the section of counter you're bearing down on to cut vegetables. His silent presence fuels something in you as you replay everything that made you mad in the first place. The poor vegetables on the cutting board are shown no mercy as you furiously cut, almost nipping your fingers a few time, making you try your hardest to self regulate and calm yourself down. The last thing you need is to lose a finger right now. Simon notices your internal battle and leans forward "Love I-" he's cut off by the sound of you slamming the knife down on the counter and turning the sink on to aggressively wash and dry your hands. he takes the hint and sits back into his chair. the two of you just simmer in your silent tension until you turn towards the oven. You had started to preheat it, but forgot that you had an empty pan in there already. Without thinking you quickly reach in to grab it and just as quickly drop it as you curse and wince in pain. at almost an instant simon is rounding the corner and stepping over the pan that's now clattered to the floor in order to immediately pull you to the sink, running your hand under cool water. "Are you alright?" he's loud now and giving your entire body a once over as if a bomb just went off or something. You take in a deep breath, hesitant on if it's worth it to still be upset at this point. "Hey! No more of the silent treatment shit, are you okay?"

You squeeze your eyes shut and nod "Yeah Si i'm fine, wasn't that hot just startled me." He nods, his iron tight grip on your wrist loosening as he holds your hand under the water for a bit longer before pulling it out and inspecting it.

"We''ll keep an eye on it then" he says craning his neck down, so you'd have no choice but to look at him. You peer up at him through eyes with residuals of anger and nod in defeat. He doesn't let go of your wrist when you turn to walk away, so you turn and look at him expectingly, a slight glare still etched into your face. "I'm sorry. I don't want you to think i don't care or anything. it's my nature that's all." he explains himself just as calmly as ever.

"I know simon, that's just how you are. I got frustrated, i'm sorry. sometimes it's just like i want you to get mad, show some emotion" you feel almost silly now for making such a big deal over something you've previously accepted.

"Don't be sorry" he mumbles as you reach over to grab a hand towel to dry your hands.

You turn back to him, "Huh?"

He keeps the same look on his face before continuing, "Because I am mad" he says this time a bit louder.

You scoff out a laugh as you put the towel up, "what are you talking about?"

You watch as he puts on a poor performance of anger that you can see right through, "Im mad because you've been ignoring me."

You smile in amusement, reaching up to cradle his face, "Is that right?" you ask as he nods in your hands, eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm sorry if I overreacted Si" you apologized again feeling guilty for getting so mad at someone who you know has no ill will towards you.

-stepdad!simon x gn!reader

-simon riley fluff

Step dad Simon..

Who never fails to give inappropriate gifts that make you look at him with wide eyes that always lower into a glare. you watch silently as your daughter gets an "upgrade" for the pepper spray in her purse that you're not entirely sure civilians are supposed to have. Not to mention the year when your son turned thirteen and simon gifted him a tactical knife with a shrug of his shoulders saying "got me first blade at eight"

Step dad Simon..

who looks at your daughter in utter disbelief when she says the “funny looking light” on her car’s dashboard is on. "What do ya mean the lights been on?" he says with his eyebrows jumping into his hairline.

Your daughter looks at him confused before gesturing with her hands, "That the lights been on, but it's running fine."

"Yeah for now" he scoffs turning towards you, "fucking hell.. this kid?" he sighs, throwing his hands up.

Step dad Simon..

who sits reclined in the living room with his heavy arms crossed over each other catching your teenager sneaking back into the house. simon has your house more secure than the white house, so he almost felt offended to see the shock on their face as they freeze, eyes looking around for you "wheres-"

"upstairs in bed" he says smugly with a tilt of his head. he noticed the second a window was opened, camera pushed to face the wall, and perimeter fence tripped, but he decided to let you sleep while he trudged downstairs to await your teenage delinquent.

"are you gonna snitch?" they ask with baited breath.

"no" he grumbles before getting up and heading towards the stairs, "Just don't mess with my shit again, everything’s there to keep my misses safe" he says just needing to get the point across that nothing gets past him ever, so might as well not go through the trouble of making him readjust his camera.

Step dad Simon..

-gamer!yunho who's very selfish abt his two fav things.

-fluff blurb

The two of you often spend time together by being apart. When yunho is gaming on his set up on the other side of the room you are lying back in bed switching between your phone and laptop. The both of you usually sit silently with earbuds and headphones in with the occasional groan when your movie starts to buffer, while yunho speaks softly into his headset if he's playing with other people. When he feels like screaming at the top of his lungs he'll try to silently rage and punch the air as carefully as possible. Neither of you really get loud unless you suddenly get on a phone call with one of your best friends or when he just absolutely can't stop himself from cursing at the screen.

You turn to check on him more than he recognizes, since the two of you don't cross paths much during the self proclaimed enrichment time. Even by looking at the back of his head you can read his body language and it's enough silent confirmation that he's content. On the other hand when he checks on you it's never silent or  unrecognizable, it's almost always because he's somehow sensed you moving off the bed. You swear he has spider senses the way his head snaps towards you as soon as the tip of your toe touches the floor. Every time you try to be more quiet and gentle than the last but it never fails, he's instantly got eyes on you saying, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing" you look at him with wide eyes and start to retreat.

If you catch him at just the right time and he's able to, he'll get up and start walking towards you.

"Then lay back down" his eyebrows scrunch together as he ushers you back to bed and you giggle as he gently pushes you back onto the mattress.

"Yun" you whine annoyed, with a contradictory smile on your face.

You get up on your knees to be face to face with him and he returns a coy smirk. "What? If you want water or something i'll grab it" He says reaching out to pull your hoodie string to an even length. Truly your need to get up isn't that intense, sometimes you get bored of laying down or need to stretch. Yunho's need to keep you in the room is somehow much stronger and you can't put your finger on why. You know he likes being of service and will make it so you never need to get up again, but the way he insists makes it seem like he thinks you're gonna bolt out the door the second he's not looking. He doesn't know how to put into words how coexisting like this makes him feel, that even just being in the same room as you changes the entire atmosphere and satisfies his neediness, making him feel a thousand times calmer when he's feeling a bit extra clingy or anxious. Eventually he'll settle for convincing you to stay put by simply asking nicely, "Just stay right there okay?" He nods bright eyed, waiting for you to nod back. When you finally do and get back comfortable he settles in his chair, facing you for a bit before spinning back around to face his monitor.

- gn!reader x loser!jake who wants to be cool and nonchalant in front of his chrush

-mentions of smoking

Jake sim is a smiley guy. you know that because you’ve seen him around campus with his friends, you’ve seen him at parties, and the pictures he’s tagged in where he hits the same smiley emote. knowing that jake sim is a smiley guy is funnier when you watch him pull his lips in a straight line every time he’s around you. he doesn’t do it on a purpose, but with a mix of nerves and trying to match your calmer energy he always seems to turn into a nonchalant version of himself. it’s kind of cute how he thinks he’s acting normally, but seeing him try to coolly lean against a wall, lower his eyelids, and deepen his voice when you have him alone in a corner at a party is endearing. he’s lame in that way and for some reason you like it.

in an attempt to get jake to loosen up around you a few of your meddling mutual friends suggest smoking outside on the patio. slowly they all start getting up and going inside to leave you and jake alone by design. it doesn’t bother either one of you once catching on to the scheme, instead it makes conversation flow easier with just the two of you. it isn’t till you glance over at jake that you notice his body can’t fight the high or the goofy smile that comes with it. he’s listening to you talk while staring off in front of himself, a small but prominent smile cemented into his face that makes you huff out a small laugh.

“what?” he’s quick to snap his head towards you, his eyes widen slightly when he discovers you’re already looking his way.

“what?” you feign innocent, scooting closer to him to pass the blunt in his hand to yourself.

“why are you looking at me like that?” he asks genuinely confused. his eyebrows knit together tightly like the curiosity is going to kill him from the inside.

“like what?” you respond, talking through a smile of your own

“like i’m an idiot” he blurts, before reaching towards the blunt in your hand. you let him take it, using the opportunity to scoot yourself even closer to him.

“you’re a cute idiot” you say, trying your best not to laugh in his face.

-mingi blurb, gn!reader

-kind of cheating, grey area

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Dont ask how, but you find yourself standing in front of mingi with not an inch of space to spare between the two of you. Both of you are leaned in, quiet, taking synchronized breaths.

"We shouldn't" you whisper half heartedly , breaking yourself from his hold in every way but physical. the most you can do is quickly squeeze your eyes shut once to muster the strength to push your hand softly against his chest. "this is a very inappropriate thing to do with your friend's girlfriend"

your words don't even get to land, he's quick "we are not friends.. whatsoever. acquaintances at best, you know that"

He's right, but you still can't bring yourself to cross such a gray area morally. You're not surprised that your hesitation stops his hands dead in their tracks. you can see the gears in his head turning, he knows this is wrong too and the only thing he can do is say the truth about how he feels.

"If I could clone you I would" he says it blank faced and seriously, two inches from your face

"oh mingi" you groan, rolling your eyes and leaving them pointed towards the floor

"I'm serious" he growls, moving his head to force eye contact

"you're not" you say it frustratedly. it's a mix between a question and a command

he counters, "why wouldn't i be?

you don't respond so he fills the silence. "If the person I want is taken why would I not wish for a clone?"

"well.. clones don't exist"

"Quite the thinking type thing to say" he says with a smirk referencing the letter you both share in you mbti's

for a split second you return his playfulness, "Wouldn't you know"

"Apparently I don't know anything, I thought I knew I was okay with being friends" the grim reality of his statement quickly brings you back down to earth, inching away from him.

"Don't say that" you whimper, it's pleading.

"I mean it" he's insistent

"This is why he doesn't like me talking to you" you sigh

"This or.. That" he asks pointing his eyebrow towards your restless leg that jostles your whole body, a telltale sign that you are just as guilty as he is. your boyfriend has just as many suspicions towards you as he does mingi. you used to be able to say that he was only projecting, but recently you've come to terms with the fact that there's truth to the whispers. the thought of everything overstimulates you to the point where you need miles of space, so you do what's easiest, running away.

"bye ming, i'll see you later" you make haste to leave giving him the same tight hug that you always do. you move quickly before he can add to the chaos while he watches with silent knowing eyes. you don't stop until you get in your car and collapse over the steering wheel.

-lowkey yearner!rafe x noncommittal!reader

Short blurb inspired by the ceo and his affair partner being on the jumbotron at a coldplay concert 😭

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You do not want to be in a relationship, never have. Rafe cameron takes this as a challenge. He tells you he loves you even when you look at him with wide eyes that could kill, he tells people that he’s in a relationship and you pretend that you don’t know him. The latest gift he bought you to win over your favor were concert tickets you wanted so bad that he thought you might finally settle down with him if he got you seats. To his satisfaction the two tickets get him a few extra brownie points. When he tells you the news you wrap your arms over his shoulders and hug him tightly, but even better you let him hug you back. Lately you’ve been warmer to Rafe compared to when you first met, but this is a new high for the two of you. He becomes more excited than you are for the concert, he gives you his card and encourages you to pick out coordinating outfits, the closest he’s been so far to being in a relationship with you.

The night of the concert he takes multiple pictures and videos of you, he sneaks hints of himself in some of them, hoping you won’t notice and one will end up on your instagram. He inches closer to you by every minute. You’re already in a good mood, so he figures he can push his luck. He starts by holding your hand and eventually he migrates behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. The both of you rock to the music and eventually you relax completely into him, putting your arms on top of his. Every now and then his lips will kiss the back of your head or he’ll lean down to whisper in your ear under the excuse of it being loud. He comments on how the guy in front of you has obviously had one too many beers and his heart almost bursts out of his chest at the feeling of you laughing against him. He doesn’t think the two of you have been this casually affectionate ever, if he knew that a concert would help develop the relationship he’s been yearning for he would’ve been taken you to one. Hell he’ll take you to a hundred more, there’s nothing on earth that could ruin a moment like that for him.

pt 1. pt.2 pt.3 ..

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That night you got a text from Barry you couldn't tell if the notification gave you butterflies or nausea. You had gotten so carried away with flirting, distracted by his biceps and blinded by the gold he wears. It's been so long since a guy has made you feel wanted, not like you need male attention but being in dying relationship and trying to stick it out rewires the brain till no end. The weight of your previous relationship weighs on you constantly and makes itself unforgettable, but the way he looked at you from behind the register with those stupid brown eyes and that dumb charming smile, speaking in a way that made you feel both like the old and new you was enough to make you forget. Yet still the thought of moving on or getting into any new relationship so quickly makes your stomach turn, the main reason why you couldn't bring yourself to out right agree to a date with him. Thankfully for you though neither one of your schedules seemed to line up, so you didn't have to outright reject him. You were able to dance around the dating topic until you allowed one of your friends to drag you to what was supposed to be a small kickback that ended up with you running into Sofia on your own, a friend of a friend. you can tell by the pitiful look on her face that just like everyone else she's heard rumors and probably thinks you're one bad night away from another crisis. She lingers around being friendly making you wonder if she's waiting to ask for the details on your breakup or if it's genuine kindness. You lean towards the latter after a while of chatting, you become comfortable and when the two of you move to go sit inside your body goes rigid after she starts introducing you to two familiar faces in the room.

Your eyes immediately catch his as you fight every part of your being to smile and focus on what she's saying "This is my boyfriend Rafe and this is his boyfriend Barry."

Rafe rolls his eyes at her and deadpans, "Funny" before giving you a nod, "Nice to meet you"

Your eyes naturally find his again as Barry gives you a sly smile, "Nice to meet ya again"

"You've met?" she asks pointing between the two of you.

Rafe quirks his head to question him, "What? d' you sell her a-"

"Vinyl from the pawn, 'member I told you about selling that jazz record" Barry finishes his sentence for him seamlessly, not even knowing what he was going to assume of drunkenness.

"Oh right, right" he jumps at the realization almost too eagerly. It makes you give him a concerned glance for a split second, wondering if Barry had mentioned the record or why it seemed to be a significant talking point between the two of them. After that Barry is quick to guide Rafe to stand, "I think you left something somewhere that ain't in here"

"Me too" Rafe instantly agrees, nodding towards Sofia and walking themselves back outside.

A few beats of silence hit while the two of you stand facing each other. You become overwhelmingly aware of how sober you are, looking anywhere but at him, while he does the opposite. Seeing you now compared to when he first met you teary eyed and tired gives him whiplash. Maybe love at first sight is too drastic, but there's something about you that's like a breath of fresh air, that's addictive and Barry can't get over it. "This gonna be awkward?" he asks with an audible smile to his tone.

You take a deep breath and mumble, "I hope not." You want nothing more than to just disappear and come back when you're healed and normal.

He watches you begin to fidget, "Sweetheart if you're not into me it's alright, didn't mean to push" He starts looking around, eyes drifting up to the ceiling trying to make you feel more comfortable, not wanting you to feel anxious under his gaze.

You look up at him briefly, following his eyes, so that now both of you are looking up at a solid white ceiling, failing to look calm or comfortable, "Thats not it" you respond quietly.

He's quick to snap his head back over towards you, "No?" he asks with a slight smirk on his lips.

You look over at him and shake your head, "No, honestly I'm just not ready for dates. I don't know which rumor you've heard, but for your sake just assume it's true" you scoff out a laugh, realizing that your life has taken a ridiculous turn and that it might be easier to succumb to the gossip than trying to explain yourself.

Barry is quick to shake his head, "Haven't heard any"

You raise a suspicious eyebrow at that, "yeah right" You're fully aware people are talking, but you find it sweet he's trying to spare you.

"Haven't" he says lying through his teeth.

"You been drinking?" you ask, looking past him at the various glass bottles sitting on the table him and Rafe were at.

He gasps, feigning ignorance still, "I'm as sober as a judge"

You roll your eyes to fight a smile, Barry already has a dangerous amount of pull on you, exactly what you're trying to prevent. "I'm serious"

"So am I, whenever you're ready I wanna take you out at least once" You don't respond quickly at first, which puts a pressure on his chest he doesn't feel often. Barry doesn't do this often, the texts, the being rejected, not even using the word date. He works twenty four seven, if he's not at the shop he's out dealing and if he's not dealing he's fixing up his bike or truck if not someone else's. He has no time for anything other than no string attached hook ups and maybe a blunt where he can enjoy his high for at most thirty minutes before he's needed elsewhere, so he relates to your hesitation more than you'll ever know or that he'll ever admit. You let your eyes trail his face and you can't detect any bluff, so you finally give him a little nod. He mirrors your movements before adding in "And don't be a stranger. I can still come over and be handy if you need it"

Your head tilts slightly to the side at him, "That offer was real?"

"Of course" he says, like it was a given or something you shouldn't have even had to ask him.

You perk up at the thought of not having to tend to a mountain of boxes filled with unbuilt furniture back at home by yourself. "This weekend I have a shelf being delivered" you smile up at him.

A blurb of asking Simon to use all his brain power to make you a snack

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Simon Riley would quite literally take a bullet for you, give you his both his kidneys, shield your body from a moving car, even jump on a grenade for you, but please don't ask him to get you a snack while he's "already up."

Simon's the type of guy willing to just eat the wrapper stuck to something without bothering to fully pull it away from the packaging, while you're the type of person to use the oven or stand over the stove for a snack.

You'll tell him anything is fine and maybe you actually mean that, but he knows your standards for snacks are higher than his will ever be.

You peak over the couch, trying to gauge his reaction to your request and you make direct contact with simon who's frozen in place. "Please" you ask softly

"Wha' do ya want?" he grunts lowly

"Just some ice cream please"

He tilts his head at you as if asking you to continue "That's it" his eyes squint slightly and you roll yours, "Don't over think it Simon, You can't mess up ice cream"

Oh but he can. He wishes this was a case of purposeful incompetence. He steps two feet into the kitchen and is already drowning in choices of bowls and spoons.

He eventually comes back and hands you the bowl watching your facial expressions closely as you take it.

You smile up at him innocently, "It looks good, thanks baby"

He sits down next to you and resumes the movie. It hasn't even been three minutes in and he notices you stopped lifting your spoon, which is strange for someone who doesn't like melty ice cream.

"Whas' wrong" he grunts

"Nothin" you mumble

He lets you think you've gotten away with it, while you think he doesn't realize that you've slinked back off to the kitchen. He's not that damn interested in the movie that's playing. He hears the cabinets open and close "Knew it!" he says loud enough for you to hear. After a moment you come out of the kitchen with a guilty look on your face. "I forgot to tell you i bought more sprinkles." you mumble, sitting back down and tucking yourself into his side

"I would've put sprinkles in if ya told me" he sighed

"I know you would've, it's not a big deal Si"

"But-"

: wanted to add to this, so starting off a little barry x rafe bestie blurb

pt 1. pt2.

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It's later in the day, a few hours after you left the shop and as the sun goes down Barry begins to close down, flipping signs and switches. He reaches under the counter to grab his keys and when he comes up he's met with the small sheet of paper that has your number on it. He pulls out his personal phone, leaning on the counter and carefully plugging in the numbers. Barry isn't a timid man by any means, which is why he's almost scared of the way his hands get clammy and his body goes hot at the thought of what to text you. He feels like a bumbling fool, his thumbs knocking into each other as he tries to figure out what to say. He rarely sends a casual text, most everything these days is business, but you're in your own lane. His first ever text to you has to be more than good.

"Hi-"

"Sup-"

"Heyy-"

He eventually settles on, "Hey it's Barry" and immediately shoves his phone back in his pocket, grabbing his keys and heading for the door. For the next hour after sending his text he jumps at every vibration, almost desperately waiting around for you to text him back. Specifically an hour and thirty minutes after his text you finally send him a text back that reads, "hii"

He reads over your response with a faint smile on his face.

His smile is quickly disrupted, his bottom lip being pulled in between his teeth as he thinks carefully about what to say next.

"You wanna get drinks tomorrow night?"

"Sorry, I can't tomorrow :/"

"Maybe some time next week?"

You heart his message and leave him something to stare at, ponder on, borderline mope about for the rest of the night.

The thought of you gets under his skin so bad that it somehow comes up over beers with rafe where he asks if your name sounds familiar.

Rafe scoffs and shakes his head, "You don't want those problems Bar"

"What do you mean" he says with a growing arch in his eyebrow

"Besides her being out of your league, she just broke off an engagement"

"I know, she sold her ring off at the pawn. that's how i met her" he says, a smirk slightly taking over his features.

"Heard a rumor it was either move to the cut or a "vacation" on the mainland where she can't have shoelaces" he says eyes wide making finger quotes.

Barry roles his eyes at the dramatics, "Yeah right"

"Pretty as a peach but batshit" Rafe says pointedly before shrugging his shoulders, "But who cares 's not like your gonna be in that for long, one and done right"

"I don't know" Barry mumbles, all of sudden becoming disinterested in the topic at hand.

Rafe sits up abruptly at the change in attitude, "What do you mean you dont know? Since when do you look for long term in a nut case you met five hours ago?"

"I'm not saying i'm proposing" he sighs, busying himself by sipping on his beer. Barry knows this is out of character for him, but there’s no harm in following up with a pretty girl you met, hoping to get to know her better. Right?

Rafe eyes him up and down with heavy judgement, "You're a crazy son of bitch, 's a lot of baggage"

"I got shit too" he says with a heavy sigh. Whatever skeletons you have in your closet don't bother him at all, especially since he has two for every one of yours.

"She know about your extracurriculars?

He shrugs, "Never came up"

“And you don’t plan on telling her” Rafe says with a knowing smirk and a teasing tone. Barry can’t even deny it, all he can do is push up off the couch and go get another beer.

retired!simonriley x gn!reader

imagine trying to keep up with retired simon’s sleep schedule (or lack of)

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You and simon live in a small town with a comfy home to call your own. An attempt to at least try and give Simon a clean slate of some sort, but there's always remnants of the past. Late at night while you're curled into each other, he lays awake sometimes watching you or the ceiling, but always plagued with haunting thoughts escaping from his subconscious. He usually waits for you to roll over before he slips out of bed silently, not able to stand laying down helplessly in bed void of rest. He puts on his house shoes and makes his way to the porch, waiting for the sun to eventually rise and giving your outside set up some use. Sometimes he'll bring a cup of tea, or take the time to roll a few cigarettes, maybe pull out his pocket knife to mindlessly whittle a stick, but every time ends with him carrying you back to bed.

You eventually notice his disappearance and haphazardly throw on some sweatpants and drag your slippers across the floor as you make your way to the front door. He hears the door open and smiles to himself as he hears you hiss at the morning air, "It's cold out Si."

"I know" he responds, moving a pillow to the side, so you have room to sit.

"Gonna get sick" you sigh, still audibly tired, sitting next to him and letting your head drift to his shoulder.

"I'll be alright" he hums passing you his mug and draping his arm over your shoulder, letting the extra fabric hanging from his oversized sweatshirt cover you at an attempt to shield your goosebumped arms from the cold. You sip from his mug a few times before you pass it back to his off hand, the two of you silently enjoying the view from your front porch.

“It’s so pretty out here this time of-” you’re interrupted by a yawn that makes him glance down at you.

He scoffs out a laugh. “Should get back in bed” he suggests, knowing that you won’t, you never do.

“It’s okay. I’ll stay up with you, keep you company” you muse, trying to convince yourself that you’ll actually stay awake.

He’s amused listening to you try to talk yourself out of exhaustion, only humming low responses that eventually taper off the less you talk. Simon likes that you can find sleep so easily, it’s a comforting sign that you’re happy for a lack of better words.

loosely based off of the already over lyrics but instead of sabrina carpenter it’s reader and instead of ex’s it’s a fwb to lovers trope

(idk abt the ending yet so it might change🫣 )

#sfw #fluffifyousquint

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You and simon have been talking for hours on hours about how you cannot keep talking for hours, or cuddling and kissing after sex. It seems ironic, but if you think about it the two of you haven’t really been talking for hours, you’ve been talking at him for hours about how you think you and him should just stay friends, a conversation the two of you have had before that never seems to stick.

He watches intently as you talk with worried eyebrows and fingers that never cease their anxious movements, nodding every now and then regardless of the fact that he doesn’t agree while you explain that you don’t think you can keep being friends with benefits and that the relationship has rapidly progressed from just being friends who have sex. Simon is more than aware that your friendship and its benefits strongly resemble a relationship, that was his intention when asking you about the arrangement in the first place. He knew he could make you fall for him the way he’d already fallen for you if he could just get an in somewhere and now he feels kind of guilty seeing the anxiety it’s caused you as you admit that you’re beginning to develop stronger feelings and apologize, telling him that you admit total fault. You end your rant by sighing, “I say all that to say I think we’d probably be better off as friends.” You look up at him expectingly, maybe anticipating annoyance or even anger, but it never comes. He looks down at you with an expression that you can’t exactly read and just nods. “I hear you” he says gently, watching as you sigh softly out of relief. “Okay, thank you. I’ll see you later then?” you ask going in to hug him.

“Yeah later” he agrees leaning down and reciprocating your hug, it’s when you go to separate from him that in one smooth motion he catches your lips in a kiss, similar to the ones you’ve shared hundreds of times before he leaves your place that usually come mindlessly. You barely even register it as you kiss him back, softly humming against his lips before he breaks the kiss and you turn to walk towards the door. You start to walk before wiping the dazed smile off your face, “Wait Simon no” You stop dead in your tracks, turning around to look at him. his eyebrows are raised while he walks closer to you, his hand resting on your hip, waiting for you to say something. A thousand thoughts run through your head at once, knowing that no matter how you change your mind it’ll always be on him. For a second the two of you just look at each other before you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion, “Im serious this time. We can’t do that, did you not hear me?”

“Y’wanna just be friends because you caught feelings?” He asks, pulling you closer to him as you let him.

“Yeah?” you quietly answer, caught extremely off guard by his actions, suddenly feeling the spotlight on you casted by his eyes on yours.

-putting all my love island rafe fics together since people seem interested

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: after breaking off your engagement you need a fresh start, but most importantly to get rid of the ring, luckily for you the owner of the nearest pawn shop is easy on the eyes.

pt 1. pt 2.

-nsfw - short blurb- fem receiving oral -eater!rafe

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"Oh fuck me" you whine loudly as soon as Rafe quickens the eagerness that he uses to eat you out. He has you on your back with your legs by your ears and you can't do anything but pathetically put one hand on his shoulder and push as if it's doing anything to subdue him. Instead of laying down he gets up onto his knees and plants his face into your pussy, pushing his weight into the backs of your legs with his forearms, so that your entire torso is weighed down. You can hear him slurping as he sucks roughly over your clit every time his tongue drags your wetness throughout the slit of your pussy, the sound making the feeling more intense. Your eyes roll to the back of your head once he pops off of you with another lewd slurp. He's still breathing heavily as he licks up your pussy, soft and slow before placing wet kisses around your inner thighs. He places the last kiss on your clit, and without warning he began to circle it with his tongue. The circles go from only being on your clit to eventually traveling all the way down to where he had previously fucked you open on his fingers and from painfully slow to unhesitatingly fast.

"Fuck Rafe" you cry, immediately closing your thighs together at the stimulation. It does nothing because of how he has your legs pressed against your chest, so you can do nothing but sob at the feeling, trying to jerk your hips away. You cum for the second time, trying to sink into the mattress away from his mouth, but it only encourages him to push his face deeper in. Your back arches up off of the bed as you grab a handful of the sheets with one hand while the other hand finds solace in his hair that's grown just barely long enough for you to grab and pull him away.