We met and we talked and it was epic-elena Gilbert

pairing: peter parker x stark!thunderbolt!reader summary: peter isn't prepared to take his clothes off for a meeting with the white widow, and he's much less prepared to meet his best friend for the very first time since fate tore them apart in a cruel twist of memory. cw: angsty undertones, a little light flirting, tony stark mention wc: 1k a/n: mina writing and posting something in the same day? unheard of but i'll do it for the peter girls

From the changing room, Peter can hear someone new enter the bath, and he shuts his eyes tightly at the prospect of having even more company as he shimmies himself out of his suit. What comes instead of a strange voice though, is one that is too familiar — one that he hasn’t heard in years and makes his heart fall out of his chest.

“Yelena, I have a question about the timing of our mission tomorrow! Bucky says I shouldn't go out tonight, but John says that as long as I’m not too hungover, it shouldn’t matter.”

Peter swings the door open with the towel hanging around his waist, eager to see your face for the first time in so long. What are you wearing? Who are these friends you’re going out with tonight? Is Peter going to pass out at the sight of you? These thoughts circle his head so fast he doesn’t hear Yelena’s loud laugh at your question, or the way you insist for her to just tell you the time of the mission.

At the loud creak of the wooden door, both you and Yelena look over to him, and whilst Yelena lets out a loud laugh you feel yourself falter, blinking quickly at sight of the masked man in front of you. Peter feels his entire body go still, from the rigid muscles beneath his skin to the hairs that angrily stand above it.

“Are you seriously going to keep that thing on?” Yelena asks, and Peter tears his gaze from you, though not for long. It’s been forever since he’s seen you — a literal lifetime ago for him. You look exactly the same, just more mature. You’ve grown into your features and stand with the confidence of a woman, not an awkward teenager. And Peter - he knows the shirt you’re wearing, with the Stark Industries logo now peeling off the front from years of wear and tear.

Yelena follows Peter’s line of sight to look back at you with a quizzical expression. But you’re too busy staring at Peter to notice her stare. Your eyes scan down Peter’s muscular torso, noticing how developed his figure has become since you used to do rounds with him all those years ago. Even without his suit, you can see how much bigger his muscles have become, and the only thing that lets you place him is the mask covering his face, otherwise recognisable.

“It’s been a long time, Spider-Man.” You say, a casual smile on your face.

Peter nods quickly, forcing himself to swallow the lump in his throat before speaking so his voice doesn’t shake. “It has.”

“You know, we haven’t worked together since-” You shake your head, blinking slowly. “You left the Avengers so soon after my dad-”

“Yeah, so did you.” Peter mumbles, the goggles on his mask shrinking slightly when his face morphs with a sad expression. You nod, smiling sadly at him. “I’m back though. The new avengers, you know?” Peter nods, and the two of you stand in silence for a long moment, just acknowledging each other. As though the people you saved the world with on countless occasions aren’t gone. Or in your case, your family.

“So are either of you going to get in the bath, or are you going to leave?” Yelena asks. Peter nods, awkwardly removing the towel from around his waist and lowering himself into the hot water, giving you the dwindling chance to admire the muscles in his thighs, bulging against his tight briefs. You need to shake yourself out of this weird daze you’re in and remember why you’re even here in the first place. Peter stares at Yelena, unable to say anything while you’re standing right there.

His best friend.

Or at least, you used to be before Tony died, and the two of you could barely speak to each other without thinking of him. Before Dr. Strange’s spell tore you apart. Peter once believed you were the love of his life, before the world happened, before things got complicated.

Yelena slowly turns around to shoot you a pointed look — you’re interrupting her meeting. You shake your head. “No, I don’t have the time.” You secure your bag on your shoulder, taking a step backwards for emphasis. You unhook your headphones from the strap, ready to put them on.

“Uh, we should train together some time, Spider-Man. Or, you can train me — the muscles look great compared to the last time I’ve seen them.” Peter laughs shyly, nodding in thanks as you rush out of the room. When he turns his gaze towards Yelena again, she’s shooting him an incredulous look, as if searching for more context. “I didn’t know you guys were so close.” She says, squinting her eyes at him. Peter pushes his lower lip out, shaking his head. “We’re not, no. We were friends when we were both avengers.”

“And did she ever get to see you without that mask?”

Peter’s heart goes still for a beat longer than necessary. If only you knew that you had been his best friend. That the two of you would train and make jokes together, spending every second of your time together. When he wasn’t with you in the tower, you’d be with him at his Aunt May’s, baking cookies or sitting in the bottom bunk of his bed whilst doing something so ridiculous, you knew it couldn’t be done in the avenger’s tower. For example, build a lego tower.

But ultimately, no you don’t remember who he is, or what he looks like under his mask. So Peter shakes his head. But maybe he’ll take you up on that offer and see you soon.

"Mystery and authority I can do, but menace? That's never really been my...how about confrontational? That I have plenty of practice with." Much to the chagrin of her aunts, and the academy, and the coven, and sometimes even her teachers at Baxter High. Although she couldn't deny the idea of looking like she was in a band with the power to hex off eyebrows sounded good. Maybe Salem was on to something after all.

"Last time I wore black, Aunt Zee mocked me and said I was 'trying to be edgy', and that was just a black sweater. I wear any more and she's not going to let that pass without comment." And her own aunt mocking her wasn't exactly the best way to create this presence Salem seemed to think was relatively easy to achieve. "Boots, however, I already have." And she had just the pair in mind.

"Darkly divine it is," she decided with red-lipped smile. If creating a costume out of her wardrobe would help her get her point across, and get people to agree with her, then she was more than willing to play that game. After all, how different was this to a regular glamour spell? "And I do have some interesting amulets we can choose from."

Salem’s tail flicked like a maestro signaling the crescendo of his own genius. “Yes, Spellman, yes!” he declared. “Boots, amulets, a touch of confrontation - this is how icons are born! Do you think Morgana le Fay just wandered into Camelot in a sundress? Please. She had boots. She had menace. She probably had a killer cape too, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

He hopped back onto the couch arm, curling smugly. “As for Aunt Zee, trust me, if she mocks, that means you’re doing it right. Mockery is the highest form of Spellman approval. If she thought you were boring, then you should worry. The day Zelda Spellman ignores you is the day you’ve faded into magical wallpaper.”

He gave a low, satisfied purr. “Now, about those amulets… lay them out. Let’s see what says ‘future matriarch of a coven’ and what says ‘accidentally raided a Hot Topic clearance bin.’ And if you really want to sell the look, we can add a touch of smoke machine drama. Mortals love a good fog entrance. Witches love it even more. Trust me, I’ve lived long enough to know: a little theatrical flair goes a long way.”

masterlist | kook!reader masterlist

i haven’t written for them in so long i missed them. warning for non-graphic injury (broken bone)

Rafe was doing a really, really good job in his opinion. 

Y/n had invited him, Topper, and Kelce out for a beach day… with the Pogues. It had taken a lot of convincing— and bribing with the boys’ favorite beer that could only be bought on the mainland— but it had eventually come together. 

Things had been going well. In fact, Rafe had gone just about the entire day and only made a handful of snarky remarks.

Once when JJ took off his shirt and chucked it over his shoulder without a second thought, only for it to hit Rafe in the face.

A second time when John B and Sarah were borderline making out ten feet from him as they all waded out into the ocean.

“Wife 🙂”

Baby Adam thoughts 💭

(I feel so maternal towards young Adam, I mean look at him 😖)

• Adam was spoiled as a child — not in a bad way, but at his birth he was showered in gifts just like a little Prince should be.™️

• One of his favourite things was a pink and gold stitched baby blanket which cemented his love of pink # forever

• Out of both parents, he’s always been closer to his mom. He looks up to his dad but he always feels like he has to be somebody else. With Marlena, he can just be Adam.

• On stormy nights when Eternian skies light up with lightning, Marlena will sing quiet lullabies to Adam and stroke his hair in order to get him to sleep.

• Cringer and Adam tell scary stories when they have sleepovers (or really, it’s just Cringer moving from his basket into Adam’s bed) and they end up scaring themselves SHITLESS so when a bird passes by outside they just run for mom. 🏃

• Adam’s favourite food is pancakes. I don’t know why, but it just is. Eternian banana pancakes especially. 🥞

• Adam LOVES fantasy books. On days he pretends to be sick to miss training or school, he sits in bed and reads story after story about dragons or mighty warriors or princesses.

• Sometimes he wishes he had a sibling (because obviously he doesn’t know *wink wink*) so they could play together and have twin telepathy.

• Randor’s gift to Adam for his 5th birthday is a training sword. Adam accidentally whacks him in the shins with it and it’s confiscated. For the rest of the day the words are ‘look, don’t touch.’

• Adam’s favourite fruit (aside from exclusive Eternian berries) is apricot.

• He’s really good with constellations. Knows all the names and stories behind them. It’s something Randor taught him.

‘Look, my boy. They tell tales with their light. The warriors of the past reside beside them. If you know all the names, you will never be alone.’

• He’s right handed. Teela is ambidextrous and tries to teach him how to write with both hands and the ink ends up going all over their books. Duncan nearly has a fit.

• If he wasn’t a Prince, he’d like to be an artist. He loves to draw and excels in art class.

request: anything with dorky, geeky, awkward adam and/or reader makes him watch marvel/star wars/dc/etc

cus the notebook movie exists in masters of the universe so star wars/marvel/dc has to? right?

So fun fact you guys He-Man as a franchise was made to rival star wars like it was made as a response so-

Geeky Adam Glenn

You met Adam in middle school. The poor boy didn’t really have many friends due to his constant insistence on Eternia.

You were new and had heard about him, but weren’t bothered by his stories.

When you had first heard them firsthand you had laughed, “You sound like Luke Skywalker.”

”Who?”

Naturally you two awkward little preteens had to sit down and binge them all at a sleepover.

You pointed out all of the similarities between him and Luke No parents, hidden away in space, powerful sword, blonde hair and so on so forth.

You could see the same sparkle in his eye watching Star Wars that you could see when he was discussing Ram Man or Fisto, Adam adored it.

Sure, it wasn’t exactly the same to his home, but seeing something unearthly, seeing Luke have to be the last jedi as he was the last remaining of his line (to his knowledge)… it brought him comfort

Plus it was right down his lane! He had already given his childhood heros kooky names, this guy was a geek before he even had a chance to step foot on Earth.

Of course then as you two grew together, the MCU became wildly popular in middle school, and once again you found yourselves binging movies at your place.

He especially liked Guardians of the Galaxy, again, the comfort of being out of place in the universe appealed to him!

He’d draw hero sonas of both you and him. Like he knows what his power would be but he’d also make up an entire super hero for you. He’d even like tailor it to your personality with the design and the backstory.

His hero sona is He-Man. If that wasn’t obvious.

As you guys hit adulthood, cons man. Adam would cosplay. I’ve discussed in the past how he’d do Halloween and Ren Faires, cons are in that group.

WOULD cosplay as Luke and ask you to cosplay with him.

At this point his feelings would be in full swing so he would be a bit odd if you chose Leia

Guardians of the Galaxy 3 comes out and you give him eternal shit about “golden space boy Adam”

Your first kiss would be at a binge night. Btw. It would be that sightly awkward “staring at you while the movie is on”. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. He’d get better at timing.

I think his favorite series would actually be Dr Who. About a lone alien separated from his people traveling the universe.

He thinks of you as the Rose to his Tenth Doctor.

This also means that when he gets home he already has a nerdy nickname for you.

Also- that sword, in the geek store? Not his first time by far. He and you had frequented other stores so much that the clerks knew your names. He had just never been to that one.

Would have a few Magic the Gathering decks. Its a cascading effect of you can’t be a geek about one thing without being a geek about a million things.

So yeah, he was a geek before he met you but man you catalyzed it.

As always if youd prefer a full fic instead of hcs lmk!!

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𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒 ~ 𝑅𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓃 ꨄ︎

summary: you had a complicated relationship with your boyfriend Rafe and were trying to find him at a party.

word count: 1886

warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, unprotected p in v, mentions of drug use

author's note: hope you enjoy! wrote a longer one for y'all since my other Rafe one shot did so well! :) this is not proofread so there may be some mistakes! ~ 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

Your relationship with Rafe was complicated to say the least. He was super possessive and that made it incredibly difficult to have a social life outside of him. And for a while you accepted that, because you loved him. He was your person, and you didn't want to lose him.

Until you went to Topper's huge birthday house party. Hundreds of people were there, people you definitely had never seen before. Rafe had arrived early to pregame with the boys before everyone else arrived. You promised him that you would be okay arriving by yourself later.

And when you finally showed up, you regretted that decision. The music was blaring and Topper's house was already trashed. You grew somewhat uncomfortable and wanted to find Rafe.

Someone spilled their drink all over your top. Of course that was the day you had decided to wear a white satin plunge neck top, leaving it stained and practically see through. Now you really needed to find your boyfriend.

You pulled your phone out of your purse and tried calling him. No answer. You texted him, saying you were here. No answer. You grew extremely frustrated and went to grab a drink.

You hoped Rafe would be downstairs, so that's where you went. As your kitten heels clacked down the steps your eyes were met with your boyfriend. Except he hadn't seen you yet.

He was seated on a long white couch, surrounded by Topper, Kelce, and some girls you didn't know. On the table in front of him was stacks of cash and flurries of white powder. You bit the inside of your cheek, you knew what this was.

He told you he'd stopped. That he'd never do it again, yet here he fucking was. A blonde haired girl with practically the tiniest skirt you'd ever seen laughed on his right arm.

She snatched some of the white powder from the table and spread it on the inside of her left thigh. Rafe laughed as she whispered something into his ear. Then he bent down and took in the powder from her skin.

Something dark flickered across your face as you watched the scene unfold in front of you. He promised you he'd stop doing this shit, and what set you off more was the fact that he was entertaining this random girl simply because you weren't there. That worried you. The fact that he was easily persuaded to practically cheat on you.

Clutching the bag that hung off your shoulder, you plodded over to him. Once you stood in front of him, you crossed your arms across your chest, tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

"Babe!" he shouted in surprise, as the girl perched next to him grinned. "Having fun Rafe?" you grimaced as you looked the girl up and down. "You know I was just looking for you" he said as he stood up to hug you. Before he got up he quickly wiped off his nose.

He pulled you against his chest, placing a kiss on the top of your head, "Missed ya" he mumbled. You grit your teeth as you couldn't believe the audacity of everyone around you right now.

The blonde girl from the couch stared up at you, that smile still placed upon her lips. "Get up" you said to her. She practically laughed in your face, "Excuse me?" she said.

"Get, up" you grit out through frustrated teeth.

Reluctantly, she did what she was told, rising up from the couch in an attempt to size you up. She laughed as if to say 'I'm better than you'.

You wiggled out of Rafe's grasp and walked closer to her. "You are?" you questioned the girl.

She laughed in your face once more "I'm Anna, Rafe's..." she searched for the word with a grin "friend" she finished.

Your left eye twitched, "Well I'm his girlfriend, and I'd really appreciate it if you could stay the fuck away from my boyfriend" you said. As far as you knew this girl had no knowledge of you. You wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Unfortunately you were wrong. "That's funny, I didn't know you owned him. He's not wearing a collar" she grinned once more.

In a matter of seconds you saw red, that's what made you and Rafe so perfect for each other. You both had a dark side, you both were psycho as shit.

You practically launched yourself at her, pulling at her fried blonde hair. "Ugh! You bitch!" she screamed as she attempted to fight back. You were hitting her and pulling her hair as hard as you could before strong arms latched around your waist and were pulling you off her.

When Rafe ripped you off of her she tried to lunge at you, but luckily Topper was quick enough to hold her back as well. "Stay the fuck away from me and stay the fuck away from my boyfriend!" you screamed at her as Rafe dragged you upstairs.

As you were being pulled away, you caught a glimpse of a blonde hair extension on the floor. Once you reached the first floor, Rafe took you outside to his truck that was parked in the driveway.

You wriggled yourself out of his grasp as he looked at you. You were breathing heavily from adrenaline and rage. "So that was..." he began.

You cut him off "What the fuck was that Rafe? I saw you, not only touching her but doing something you promised me you stopped doing"

"Oh so this is all my fault?" you could see the change in his face. He was pissed, but you didn't care. "I mean if the shoe fucking fits!" you practically shout at him.

His jaw tensed, "You think you can talk to me like that?" he breathed. "Answer me Rafe. What the fuck was that?" you said, your eyes focusing in on every micro expression on his face in attempt to read him.

"I don't know okay! Top had some blow and it's his birthday party so we did some. Anna was just there and said it'd be hot if I did it off her thigh, so I just did it! I don't know what the fuck I was thinking okay!" he rambled, throwing his hands in the air as he spoke.

"So you're trying to tell me you were peer pressured into doing blow off a random whore's fucking thigh!" you yelled.

"Fuck Y/N! It's not that simple okay! You always blow things way outta proportion! You're so fucking dramatic" his hands were thrown in the air as he frantically ran them through his slicked hair.

Your eyes widened as you laughed "Oh, I'm dramatic? You're the one who won't even let me breathe near another guy! Like if anyone's dramatic it's you!"

"Cause you're fucking mine" his jaw ticked. You shook your head, "Just fuck off Rafe. I'm seriously so done with this. I can't handle any more of your bullshit tonight" you sighed as you turned to leave.

He snatched your wrist, "No. Don't leave. I'm sorry, I fucked up okay?" he said his eyes pleading.

You swiped your tongue across your teeth, "No Rafe. You fucking pissed me off today" you said. Then he snapped, suddenly you were pushed against his truck, his face inches from yours.

"Yeah? Show me how pissed you are" he said as he opened the back door of his truck. Your mouth was on his in seconds, your breathing in sync. He pushed you into the car, shutting the door behind him.

You were on your back in the backseat of his truck. Rafe was hovered over you with both arms placed on either side of your head. Your lips barely left each other, kissing each other with so much passion and desire. All of that pent up anger you both had at each other released in the kisses.

He unbuttoned your denim skirt and quickly slid it off of you. He reached his hand down to rub your clothed clit. You grunted with pleasure against his lips.

He unbuttoned his jeans next, discarding them on the floor of his truck. There wasn't much room for you two, but you made it work. "I fucking hate you right now" you breathed against his lips.

He smirked as he curled his fingers in your hair, "Show me baby" as he tugged. You flipped him on his back and were now straddling him. You grind your hips on his clothed erection, his hands flying to grip your waist. You grinned in delight, you had so much anger to get out right now.

You pulled down his boxers as his dick sprang out bouncing on his torso. You spit in your hand and began to stroke his hard cock, teasing him. He groaned at the sensation, his head hitting the seat.

You pushed your panties to the side and lined his cock up to your entrance. You sank down, both of you moaning at the action. Your walls clenching as you adjust to his size.

You started slow moving up and down, but that wasn't the point of tonight. You wanted Rafe to know that he wasn't in control, you were. Your pace quickened as you switched to grinding back and forth, riding him at a decent pace.

You could see his eyes roll back in his head at your sudden change in pace. His hands gripped your hips, probably leaving bruises. You sucked in a breath as you rode him as fast as you could.

"Don't you dare ever do that shit again Rafe" you moaned as you saw his head nod with a grunt. His hand reached to rub your clit, you bit your lip.

"God, you're so tight" he moaned as he rubbed your clit faster. You laughed as you leaned down to suck on his neck, leaving purple marks that he wouldn't be able to hide.

Your stomach began to tighten as his fingers quickened. Your pussy began to clench around Rafe's cock and he knew you were almost there. You screamed out in pleasure as you released all over his cock, he gasped as his hands flew to cup your breasts through your top.

You continued to ride him until he was close, "Fuck" he said as he continued to palm your tits through your stained top. His cock twitched inside of you and you knew he was close.

You continued to ride him as his hips bucked under you, he attempted to lift you off him but you resisted. "No" you breathed out as you shook your head. "Inside me...need you to prove you're mine" you said between gasps.

His eyes widened in surprise but he didn't protest, you continued your fast pace as he released his load inside of you. You gasped as you felt his hot cum fill your pussy up.

You continued to ride him until you felt your core tighten again and you reached that high again. You finally lifted yourself off of him, cum leaking out of you.

i would sayyy i wanna see a pouge!!reader and rafe, but reader as a tutor, doing it for the money!

thank you so much for your kind words, angel — you don’t know how much they mean to me! also, as i'm sure you can tell, the dialogue is very heavily inspired / influenced by romantic comedies from the 1990s-2000s. ♡

you pulled into figure eight with your windows rolled down, the humid north carolina air curling loose strands of hair around your face. spanish moss swayed lazily from ancient live oaks overhead, their branches stretching over quiet roads lined with waterfront mansions that looked more like resorts than homes. expensive golf carts drifted past every so often, the distant buzz of cicadas mixing with gulls crying somewhere over the sound.

your hands tightened around the strap of your worn canvas tote as you stepped out of your car. the camerons' house stood before you, a sprawling white plantation estate overlooking the water, wrapped in towering columns and wide porches where linen curtains fluttered softly in the breeze. sunlight glinted off spotless windows, and somewhere behind the house you could hear waves gently lapping against the private dock.

a familiar flicker of irritation settled in your chest. it wasn't jealousy—it was the uncomfortable reminder that some people grew up believing this was normal. you swallowed the feeling before it had time to bloom. you weren't here to think about wealth or politics. you were here to tutor a boy.

that boy happened to be rafe cameron.

it was your first time tutoring him.

taking a quiet breath, you climbed the wide front steps and knocked. a few moments later, the door swung open to reveal a young woman with chestnut-brown hair and a broad nose, who greeted you with an easy smile.

"here for rafe?" she asked.

"mhm," you nodded.

she stepped aside to let you in. cool air-conditioning immediately replaced the sticky summer heat clinging to your skin, and the house smelled faintly of polished wood, linen candles, and salt drifting in from the water. framed family portraits lined the walls, every one of them looking as though it belonged in a magazine rather than someone's hallway.

"he's upstairs," she said, gesturing toward the staircase. "second door on the left. just knock."

"thank you."

your sneakers sank slightly into the impossibly soft runner stretching up the stairs. upstairs was quiet except for the distant hum of music somewhere in the house and the occasional creak of old hardwood beneath your feet. smoothing invisible wrinkles from your shirt, you knocked gently on the second door.

for a moment, nothing happened. then came a groan, the sound of heavy footsteps, and something being kicked across the floor before the door slowly opened.

you looked up.

no—not a boy.

a man.

your age, maybe a little older, stood lazily against the doorframe with messy sandy-blond hair and sleepy blue eyes that lingered on you just a second longer than necessary.

"uh..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "you're the tutor, huh?"

"um... yeah," you replied with a small smile. "i am."

he looked you over once more before stepping aside. "well then... come in."

his room was exactly what you expected and somehow not at all. expensive, careless, and lived-in...

about fifteen minutes into the lesson, there was a gentle knock before mrs. cameron stepped inside carrying a silver tray piled with warm chocolate chip cookies. the buttery scent of freshly baked cookies drifted through the room almost instantly, mixing with the salty breeze sneaking in through the cracked window.

"i thought you two might like something," she smiled.

"thank you," you said politely, "but i'm alright."

"i'll take 'em," rafe answered without missing a beat, already reaching for two before she'd even finished setting the tray down.

mrs. cameron laughed softly, shaking her head before slipping back into the hallway. you couldn't help smiling to yourself as you returned to the textbook, tapping your pencil against the page. "okay... now if you substitute this value here—"

you looked up.

there, resting on his upper lip, was the tiniest chocolate crumb.

without thinking—without even processing what you were doing—years of wiping sticky faces and brushing crumbs from your younger siblings and cousins took over. your hand moved on instinct, your thumb gently sweeping the crumb away.

the second your skin touched his lip, your stomach dropped.

you froze.

"...jesus christ."

your eyes widened as you snatched your hand back, staring at it like it had betrayed you. "oh my god. that's—holy shit, i'm so sorry." you let out a mortified laugh, already shaking your head. "i have a bunch of younger siblings and cousins, and they're constantly getting food all over their faces. i swear it was just a reflex, i wasn't—"

rafe stared at you for a second.

then he rolled his eyes, though there was something almost amused about it.

"chill out, dude," he said with a lazy grin. "girls have done way worse on the first date."

you blinked.

"...date?" you scoffed, feeling your face grow even hotter. "this isn't a date."

"'this isn't a date,'" he mocked in an exaggerated, high-pitched voice, earning himself a glare.

"are you high or something?"

"depends," he shrugged. "who's asking?"

you sighed through your nose, rubbing at your temple. "can we please just get back to the lesson?"

you absentmindedly bit your lip, a nervous habit you'd had since you were little.

rafe noticed.

he leaned back in his chair, spinning his pencil lazily between his fingers, the afternoon sunlight catching in his hair as a crooked grin spread across his face.

"sure," he drawled. "if that'll calm you down, baby."

your cheeks flared.

"i—god, rafe." you groaned, dropping your forehead into your hand for a moment before looking back up at him. "don't call me that."

his grin only widened.

DREW STARKEY a while ago in Los Angeles, California.