rafeβs not a very respectful ex. in his defence, seeing you in that little dress triggered him. it had been a while since heβd seen you, let alone those pretty thighs, and he didnβt know how to contain himself. he had bought you that dress, after all.
rafeβs eyebrows furrow from the pool table when he sees you finding another boy at the party. so youβre wearing a dress that rafe bought you while hugging your newest boy toy. itβs almost sad, he thinks, so certain it mean you must still want him.
so, arrogantly, he walks over. βshiiit, y/n, looking good,β he smiles, his hand on your shoulder from beside you so you look over β he always taught you to keep eye contact when he spoke.
you whisper something to your date, a little explanation as to who the hell this was. rafe snaps his fingers in your face when he sees the side conversation and obvious annoyed expression on your face. βhey, hey, whatβs going on, huh?β
βrafe, please stop,β you sigh.
βnah nah nah, if you, uh, if you wanna say something about me to your pathetic guy, say it to my face,β he insists, bending his knees a bit to get to your level. βsay it to my fuckin face,β
he starts slapping his defined cheekbone with his hand, condescendingly reiterating his former request. βstop it,β you insist. he leans his face in closer.
βand what if i donβt?β he asks, and when you donβt provide an answer, instead just rolling your eyes, he continues. βi just wanna know what you said, baby, donβt be stubborn,β
βi said you were my stupid ex and i apologized to my date for your immaturity,β you say honestly. he stands to his full height once more
βimmature?β he repeats, scoffing at the blow to his ego. βyeah, does this guy run his own business? does this guy pay for his own house in figure eight, or do his parents still take care of him? does he even know what fuckinβ aftercare is? cause i sure do, baby, you know thatββ
βrafe, stop!β you raise your voice, even though this is the third time youβve told him to stop and he hasnβt yet.
he scoffs. βno, you stop. call me immature again, dare you,β his face moves over as if he wants you to whisper in his ear.
βyou are,β you repeat.
βuuhhh huh,β he nods, as if in thought. βlook, i moved houses, i donβt live in tannyhill anymore. hereβs my card, has my number. call me and ill send you the address tonight, iβm going home and iβm gonna insist i see you there later,β
βrafe!ββ you start, glancing at your date.
βno, donβt start. donβt say shit. see you there,β he leaves, and in return leaves you standing beside your date, watching him go.
you hate yourself for dialling his number the minute your date is out of sight. youβre in the dress he bought you, for gods sake β youβre never getting rid of him.
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DESCRIPTION: After getting dragged to a party to get over your stupid ex, you meet Stan Rosado. It goes well... until said ex suddenly shows up.
WORD COUNT: 3k
WARNINGS: College!AU. Drinking. Partying. Meet cute! First kiss. Slight fake dating. Super cute fluff.
NOTES: Idk if anyone will read this, but PLEASE GANG. LOCK IN ON THE FACULTY. HE'S SO GOOD IN THAT MOVIE.
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It was her junior year of college, and Y/n did not want to go to this party. But after rotting in her room for the past month, her best friend, Esme, basically forced her to. As they walked down the street, she lingered a bit behind from the rest of their group. Itβs not that she wanted to dim their sparkle or make the night all about herβ¦ But she was really struggling to try to plaster that smile.Β
Itβd been a month since Shayne dumped her. A whole month! That should be more than enough time for her to be functional againβ¦ But the fact that it was her first time properly going out since sat heavily in her stomach. Pregaming to Fiona Apple also probably did not help her mood. Esme had to change the CD player from Sleep to Dream to some sort of R&B artist before she drank and wallowed too much.Β
Walking toward the apartments just off campus, she crossed her arms over herself. In a little red tank top and matching skirt, she was defenseless against the night chill. Her kitten heels clicked against the sidewalk. Esme noticed her absence and turned around. She reached her hand out.Β
βDonβt be sad. You look so incredibly hot.β Esme reassured.
She chuckled, βI need a cig.βΒ
βNo. Stop it. Youβre sobering up from the pre-game, and we need to get you a drink. Not a cancer stick.β
She raised her brows, intrigued, βIβll biteβ¦β
Once in the apartment building, the girls walked down the hallway and spotted the open door at the end of the hall. With TLC blasting from it and purplish light flooding out, it was definitely the party. Their pace picked up, excited at No Scrubs playing.Β
She slowly walked in and was immediately somewhat grateful. It wasnβt like some other parties she had been to, where they were packed in like sardines. But it was still decently busy. The space wasnβt huge, but it worked for the amount of people. The main living room was turned into an impromptu dance floor where multiple girls danced and couples grinded. For the most part, though, people stood on the sidelines, drinking and talking. On the couch and bean bags, stoners sat smoking joints, making the place reek of weed.Β
When the song changed to Family Affair by Mary J. Blige, a small sense of dread filled her. Esme gasped sharply.
βITβS MY SONG.β She shrieked.
Okay. She couldnβt help but smile for her friend, who was barely even tipsy, but still so excited. Esme grabbed her hand and tugged her along to the living room area. Esme immediately started flipping her hair and shaking her body to the beat. Y/n, meanwhile, was still a little shy. She nodded to the beat. If she had another drink in her and it wasnβt her first night out as a single woman, sheβd be dancing with little to no care. Which is why Esme exclaimed-
βOh, my god. I KNOW you can dance better than that.β
She shook her head with a shy smile before starting to move more. Pointing her hands up to the sky, she let her hips move side to side. She closed her eyes and let her hands roam up and down her body. The familiar beat felt comforting.
Esme sang along directly to her. βWE JUST WANT YAβLL TO HAVE A GOOD TIME. NO MORE DRAMA IN YOUR LIFE.βΒ
She put her hands up in surrender, βMessage received.β
βGood! Because that hot guy is staring at you.β
βWhat-β Her brows furrowed and followed Esmeβs eyeline.Β
Turning around, she could see a tall figure leaning against the front of the kitchen counter. In a navy Tommy Hilfiger polo and jeans, he crossed his arms. The short sleeves were tight around his biceps, which bulged when he did so. He was cute, with a round face that tapered to a point and dark, curly hair that was difficult to discern in the party lighting.Β
And he was staring right at her.Β
Once they made eye contact, he looked away with a shy smile before taking a casual sip from his solo cup.Β
βOh.β She said, turning back to Esme, βYeahβ¦ Yeah, heβs really cute.βΒ
Esmeβs eyes widened, and her lips pursed in expectation.Β
βGo on. Go play.β
βOh shut up. Iβm not ready.βΒ
Esme groaned, βUgh. Come on, girl. Itβs been a month of nothing but ice cream and Fiona Apple, and 10 Things I Hate About You. Iβm saying this as your friend. BUCK. THE FUCK. UP.β She looked over again, βOh, look, heβs making his way to the kitchen. And you know who needs drinks? You. And me!β
She turned to see the guy rounding the counter and going into the kitchen. The light of the kitchen was a normal yellow tint, so she could now make out that his hair was a dark ginger. And that he looked even more handsome in the light.Β
Esmeβs head tilted with a shiteating grin,Β
βBe a dear?β
She ran her hands down her face, βFINE. Fine. Iβm doing this just for you.β
As she walked away, Esme called out,
βFuck him for me too?β
She flipped her off as she strutted over. Okay. Okay. This is fine. Totally normal. Itβd been a while since sheβd been a fish in the ocean. Usually, she could hide behind the comforting shield of βSorry, I have a boyfriend.β But tonightβ¦ she didnβt have that excuse. And maybe she shouldnβt try to avoid it.
Walking into the kitchen, she looked up at the guy and realized just how tall he was up close. He was busy lining the neck of his beer bottle against the counter. In an instant, he slammed the heel of his palm against the top, and the cap peeled off with a loud thud and clink. Under the music, she heard a little grunt from him that made her breath hitch.
βHi.β She blurted out suddenly. God. She was immediately regretting this. This was already a bad start.Β
He noticed her, and his face lit up.
βHi.β His voice was a little raspy. Cute.
Then she just stood there like a complete idiot. Her jaw dropped to say something, but nothing came out. Was she supposed to say something? What? βCome here often?β No. No. That didnβt make any sense.
But before she could say something stupid, he spoke up again.
βI liked your dancing.β He said, walking up to her and speaking loud enough to be heard over the music.
βThanks.βΒ
He put his hand to his chest. βIβm Stan.β
βY/n.β
She was failing this social interaction miserably. She should say something. Invite him to dance. Ask him how his night was going. But the wording died on her tongue at every mere thought. And she could tell he was trying to decipher her, a little confused on her starting a conversation just to speak in one-word answers.Β
Suddenly, he leaned down so his mouth was closer to her ear. Even though she knew it was just so she could hear him, she couldnβt help her reaction. The way her breath caught, heart pounding.
βWant a drink, sweetheart?βΒ
The hair on the back of her neck stood up straight, and she couldβve sworn a flurry of goosebumps sent up her arms. She quickly nodded.Β
Stan stood up straight again. βWhat can I get ya? Theyβve gotβ¦βΒ
He nodded for her to follow him. They walked over to the corner of the countertops, where a display of half-empty liquor bottles sat.Β
βVodka. Some sodas for mixers. Tequila.β He thumbed through the bottle tops and let out a chuckle, βWhiskeyβ¦ Iβm sure you donβt want that. And some beers. Coors. Heineken-β
βCan you just- pass me the vodka?β She stammered nervously.Β
βYes, maβam.βΒ
With a smirk, he pulled out a bottle of Smirnoff and handed it over. She held it by the neck and walked in front of him to scan the soda options. He leaned his back against the counter next to her, taking a sip of his own drink.Β
Instinct took over as she bit the bottle lid between her teeth and poured a hefty amount of vodka into her cup. God, it had been a while since sheβd gone out to party. Shayne never liked her going out. Meanwhile, Stan just raised his brows as she spat the cap out and opened the Coke liter with a hiss.Β
βYouβre wanting a fun time tonight, huh?β Stan asked, watching her finish pouring her Vodka Coke, heavy on the vodka.
She took a sip. Yup. It was just as strong as she used to make them. She nodded.
βItβs my first time out in a long time.βΒ
He grinned, βThatβs awesome. We should celebrate.β
He tilted his beer bottle toward her, and she clinked her plastic solo cup against his with a giggle. She took another sip of her drink and took a deep breath. On her heavy exhale, she tried to let all the nervousness go away. Cβmon, girl. Itβs not that hard to speak to a guy. A very cute guy. But still.
βI think itβs my turn to contribute to the conversation.β She looked nervously down at her shoes before looking back up at him. βWhatβs your major, Stan?β
βBiology.βΒ
Her head tilted. That wasnβt what she expected. A guy this hot and partying would normally be a business major. Especially since he was built like a jock.Β
βNow what made you wanna do that? Studyβ¦ organisms and science.β
He chuckled and shook his head. His smile was crooked in the sweetest possible way. It was clear he was shy about it by the way he looked away every time he smiled.Β
βItβs a long story.β He nodded at her, βWhatβs your major?β
βEnglish. I like to write.βΒ
The conversation was so commonplace, yet he hung onto every word she said. His eyes were fully devoted to her.
βWhat do you write?βΒ
βFiction? Been working on a lot of science fiction.β
He practically choked on his drink.Β
Her brows furrowed, βWhat? Whatβs so funny?β
βShit. Nothinβ. Nothin. I just- I have experience that could help you.β
She was curious now. How on earth could he have experience with sci-fi? Then she realizedβ¦ duh! He was a science major! Thatβs whyβ¦ No other reason.Β
βYeah! You could fact-check my work.β
Just then, she happened to look over at the group of guys who walked in. And her heart fell into her stomach. Her face completely sobered as it felt like an elephant sat on her chest. This couldnβt be happening. This literally couldnβt be happening.Β
Lo and behold, in the group of guys stood Shayne. He looked worse than she had last seen him. His hair was nearly buzzed, and he looked somehow more smug. More like a douchebag. Seeing him in a backwards cap and tee, she felt like an idiot for dating him in the past.Β
Stan noticed her freeze, and his expression grew more concerned. He tensed up when she inhaled a shaky breath.Β
βYou okay? Whatβs up?β
But she barely registered it. She was too focused on Shayne walking in and noticing her. He looked just as surprised. She tried to send a telepathic message to him- GO AWAY. PRETEND YOU NEVER SAW ME. Clearly, it didnβt go through since he started to weave through people to try to get to her.Β
βOh god-β She started to hyperventilate.Β
Shayne was getting closer and closer. The music suddenly felt too loud, and the room felt swelteringly hot. Stan looked between her and him, worry struck across his face.Β
βHey, whatβs going o-β
But he didnβt finish his sentence because she suddenly grabbed Stanβs cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. He let out a muffled yelp, beer splashing onto the tile. But after a moment to process, he closed his eyes and started to kiss back.Β
With her eyes shut tightly, she focused on the sensation of his lips against hers. He tasted like beer with the faintest hint of spearmint gum. His lips were surprisingly soft. The music faded out of her consciousness, leaving just the panting sounds of their breaths.Β
He quickly put the beer down on the counter and wrapped his arms around her, letting his wrists cross each other on her lower back. She crept her hand up the back of his hair and scratched at his curls. He let out a small moan at that before smashing his lips back onto hers.Β
After a moment that felt like eternity (not that she was complaining), she pulled back. He kept his forehead against hers.Β
βWhat was that about?β He asked, laughing slightly in disbelief.Β
She peered over, trying to tell if Shayne had left. And after she determined he had gone away, she stepped back.Β
βIβm so sorry.β She panted.
His brows furrowed, a little confused, but a sense of genuineness appeared behind his hazel eyes. He put his hand on her shoulder as her head whipped around. She was completely on edge.
βHey. Hey. Want some fresh air?β
She nodded, and he began to lead her out; his hand strayed to her lower back. He nodded, talking more to himself than her.
βYeah. Yeah, some airβll do you some good.β
They walked out of the party and down the stairs to the outside of the lobby. She stepped forward toward the sidewalk. The rush of fresh air was a complete relief. A cold breeze slapped her face, and she felt much better almost immediately. She took a few big breaths before turning back to find Stan standing by the entrance, just watching her. The street lamps and entry lights lit them in the dark.Β
He put his hands in his pockets. βCan I ask what was up with that guy? Do I need to beat his ass?β
She laughed at that and slowly blinked. She wished she were a lot drunker for this conversation.Β
βI wish. But itβs not that bad.βΒ
He carefully made his way over. She slumped down to sit on the curb and patted the asphalt next to her in defeat. Pursing his lips, he shrugged and sat down. She held her knees to her chest and looked down at the rough street below.Β
Guilt gnawed at her. Yes, she had wanted to kiss him, of course. But she had alsoβ¦ kinda used him.Β
βRemember when I said itβs my first night out in a long time?β
He nodded, but let her continue.Β
βThat was my ex-boyfriend.βΒ
βOhβ¦β He murmured. He looked down at his sneakers and swallowed before getting the courage to ask, βWhen did you guys break up?β
Her shoulders hiked up anxiously, βA little over a month ago?β
βThatβsβ¦ Thatβs not too bad.β He tried to reassure, βHow long were you together?β
Her eyes started to tear up. More out of embarrassment rather than actual breakup pain.Β
βItβs so stupid. It wasnβt even that long. Six months? Heβs just a complete douchebagβ¦β
βYeah. I gathered that from the backwards hat.β He joked so sincerely.
She laughed again and was able to keep the tears at bay.Β
βHe cheated on me. Which is funny because he never wanted me to go out and party because he was so scared that Iβd cheat on him.βΒ
He put his arms on his knees. βSo I definitely should go beat his ass.β
βNah. I had it coming. I was totally naive.β
βDonβt say that. You didnβt deserve that.β
There was silence between them. The music above was muffled but could be heard from the floors below. She wouldnβt be surprised if the party got busted. Crickets chirped as the street lamps buzzed, creating a nighttime symphony.Β
She finally got herself to say,
βSoβ¦ Iβm really sorry for kissing you like that. I-I mean, I shouldβve at least asked you.βΒ
He shrugged.
βI wouldβve said yes.β
She looked over to find that he had been looking at her the whole time. Admiring her. Even when she wasnβt exactly being fun and smiley and the life of the party. She actually felt like a bunch of broken pieces. A complete mess. But he looked at her like she was completely worth the time.Β
He leaned back on his hands. βHey. Itβs not so bad. I got to kiss a pretty girl. Save her from her douchebag ex. Even if it didnβt mean anything to her, the karma outweighs it, I think-β
βWait, wait, wait-β She found herself speaking before thinking, βIt wasnβt nothing.Β I-β
She swallowed. Her tongue involuntarily clicked against the roof of her mouth as she tried to think this through. Until she suddenly shot up. Looking down at him, she threw her hand out.
βI want to start over.β
His eyes sparkled under the street lamps as he looked up at her. His mouth dropped slightly in surprise before it slowly melted into a smile. He took her hand and shook it as he stood up.Β
She took a nervous breath.
βHi. Iβm Y/n. I was dragged to this party by my friend because I got dumped a month ago and havenβt gone out in nearly a year.β
He squeezed her hand.
βHi, Y/n. Iβm Stan, a complete doofus who feels real lucky talking to a girl like you.βΒ
Their nervous smiles sparked a few giggles as they stopped shaking hands. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, adrenaline pumping. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet.
βWellβ¦ Stanβ¦ Youβre really cute. Would it be crazy to say that I want to kiss you? For the first time ever and totally not the second?βΒ
He strutted up as if he had been waiting the whole time. His calloused hands landed on the divot of her waist and hips.Β
βStole the words from my mouth.β He murmured before leaning down to press his lips against hers.Β
This time, she completely relaxed into it. Her arms wrapped around his neck. When he pulled her against him, she let her body completely fold. Her back arched as he splayed his hand against her upper back. She let out a little noise, and it seemed to spur him on more.Β
In between kisses, he managed to get out, βDate? Tomorrow? Is that too fast?β
She chuckled and nodded.
βIβd love to.β And she shook her head, βNo. Itβs not too fast. Iβm more than ready.β
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in honor of pride month almost being over, i shall share the five women who let me know who i was from a young age:
princess jasmine (specifically her in the red outfit, that literally had my jaw on the floor as a kid)
the blonde woman from the incredibles
selena gomez (i had to watch every dcom w her, every special guest appearance she had on other disney shows, obsessed with alex russo, and constantly rewatching another cinderella story (but that movie is just also peak, so there's that, too))
lucy liu (that whole video compilation of like rodrick and lego batman w more than a feeling playing in the background, yeah, that's how i felt watching kill bill vol. 1 and seeing her)
sandra bullock (specifically from miss congeniality and the proposal)
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