Lea 🩵🫐

military!rafe who cuts his hair short for the first time and suddenly looks even meaner somehow. sharper. colder. all broad shoulders and tired blue eyes and bruised knuckles shoved into sweatshirt pockets

military!rafe who discovers he’s terrifyingly good at military life because underneath all the rage, he’s always craved structure. he likes the exhaustion. likes pushing himself until his body physically gives out because it means he doesn’t have time to think

military!rafe who gets screamed at by drill instructors nose-to-nose and just stares back blankly because he’s survived worse at home

military!rafe who barely calls anyone except you and even then his phone calls are strange at first. awkward pauses. scratchy static. both of you pretending it doesn’t feel weird hearing each other after weeks apart

“you still there?” “yeah.” “okay. keep talking.”

military!rafe coming home from deployment routine:

first thing: he doesn’t even take his boots off at first. he drops his bags in the entryway, scans the house out of instinct, and then zeroes in on you. he’s kissing you before you can get a word out, a little too rough, holding your face like he’s trying to remind himself you’re real.

second thing: shower. and it’s not optional. he drags you with him because he needs to wash the desert/dirt/sweat off, but he also needs your hands on him to convince himself he’s not dreaming. it’s half cleaning, half him pressing you against the tile, forehead on your shoulder, just breathing you in.

third thing: food. he’s starving. after MREs and mess hall slop, he raids the kitchen. pulls leftovers straight out of the fridge, heating them up while still shirtless with a towel around his waist. he eats standing up, one hand still on you—like hooked around your hip or tugging your nightgown up absentmindedly.

fourth thing: the kids. if they’re awake, he’s dropping down on the floor immediately, letting them crawl all over him while he pretends like he’s not tearing up. if they’re asleep, he goes into their rooms quietly, kneels by their beds and just stares at them for a few minutes, hand brushing over their hair, whispering promises they can’t hear.

fifth thing: bed. except it’s not really sleeping right away. it’s him finally stretching out in sheets that don’t smell like sandbags, pulling you right on top of him, refusing to let you move an inch away. you’ll wake up with his arm still locked tight around your waist, his nose buried in your hair, like he’s terrified you’ll be gone when he opens his eyes.

military!rafe who cuts his hair short for the first time and suddenly looks even meaner somehow. sharper. colder. all broad shoulders and tired blue eyes and bruised knuckles shoved into sweatshirt pockets

military!rafe who discovers he’s terrifyingly good at military life because underneath all the rage, he’s always craved structure. he likes the exhaustion. likes pushing himself until his body physically gives out because it means he doesn’t have time to think

military!rafe who gets screamed at by drill instructors nose-to-nose and just stares back blankly because he’s survived worse at home

military!rafe who barely calls anyone except you and even then his phone calls are strange at first. awkward pauses. scratchy static. both of you pretending it doesn’t feel weird hearing each other after weeks apart

“you still there?” “yeah.” “okay. keep talking.”

golfer!malcolm todd x wag!reader

golfer! malcolm todd x WAG! reader

English Teacher! Reader 📝

Best paired with Mechanic! Tucker

♡ She’s from the same tiny town as Tucker. She was two years behind him in school.

♡ They orbited each other, separate circles that always ended up overlapping at someone’s cousin's birthday bonfire.

♡ The one memory she can recall clearly of him is from one of those parties.

♡ He offered her a hoodie from his truck, slightly grease stained with a logo she didn’t recognize across the front.

♡ “You don’t even know me.” She tried.

♡ He just shrugged and said “you’re cold,” like it was that simple. It was.

♡ She left for college after graduation and swore she’d never come back for more than a weekend.

♡ She majored in English, planning to become a writer or an editor- someone that she felt mattered.

♡ Then her dad got sick. She came home, he got better, but she stayed.

♡ It’s been two years since her temporary homecoming.

♡ Coming home felt like putting on an old sweatshirt, remembering how soft it is, and refusing to take it off again.

♡ She realized how much she missed Mrs. Janet at the diner. How she’s had her order memorized for as long as she can remember no matter how many times it’s changed.

♡ She missed the way the morning light rolls over the hills, visible even when it’s foggy outside.

♡ She missed being somewhere everyone knew her name.

♡ She took a job at the same school they graduated from teaching juniors and seniors English.

♡ They call her the ‘chill’ teacher, but the seniors are always terrified of her essay feedback.

♡ She sometimes feels like teaching means she didn’t end up becoming someone who matters. She’s wrong.

♡ She sold her sensible college car in favor of her dads old beat up truck. Teachers don’t make much. She saves money any way she can.

♡ That’s her excuse for driving it, but the truth is she learned to drive stick in that truck. (She still sucks at it.) She had her heart broken for the first time in it. It’s hers.

♡ Tucker says the old red rust bucket is “tough, stubborn and refuses to die.” She thinks that sounds a lot like her too.

Her reunion with Tucker-

♡ Her check engine light comes on. The truck is making a sound it definitely isn’t supposed to be making, but she’s stubborn so she ignores it.

♡ Ky mentions it to Tucker offhandedly. “She’s been driving around with that thing sounding like a dying animal.”

♡ Tucker finds her in the grocery store parking lot, the one that shares spaces with the post office and doubles as overflow church parking on Sundays.

♡ She’s standing with her hands on her hips, hood up, staring at a bunch of metal that means nothing to her like she might just fix it herself.

♡ He pulls in beside her, gets out, and doesn’t say hello. He just leans over the fender for a few seconds and listens.

♡ “It’s your alternator.” He tells her.

♡ “I know.” (She didn’t. He knows this.)

♡ She looks at him. He looks at her. She’s not sure if he remembers her or not, but she doesn’t ask.

♡ “Bring it by tomorrow. I’ll take a look at it.”

♡ “I don’t have an appointment.”

♡ He lets out a breath, possibly a laugh, possibly exhaustion and shrugs. “You do now.”

Chapter one here!

Chapter Three

Ravi Panikkar X Original Character (female OC)

Summary: Ravi and Gen had a chance encounter in Paris when Ravi was 19 and Gen was 18. Almost 10 years later they saw each other again when Gen went to view an apartment in the apartment building that Ravi owns.

Word Count:

Warnings: Throwing up (only mentioned in passing, no detail)

Note:

Taglist: @verztappen @nightrose-18

Gen had decided that she wanted to punish Ravi. Which is why when she thought that she should just ignore him. He was clearly so eager to try and speak to her again, which is why she thought that her plan was perfect.

“Lion? Can I talk to you?” Ravi whispered.

Gen just turned her back to him and started a conversation with Brooklyn.

This wasn’t the first time that Ravi had tried to speak to Gen whilst they were at the bar.

“Lion? Please. Please don’t ignore me. I just want to talk to you” Ravi pleaded.

“You can talk to me if you stop using that nickname” Gen snapped.

“Right. Sorry” Ravi decided to stop trying to get Gen to talk to him, he seemed to be making everything worse between the two of them.

“So Ravi, what do you do for work” Mason, Gen’s friend, asked as the night progressed.

“Oh, I’m a firefighter.” Ravi said, his face breaking out into a grin. He was clearly very proud of his job.

“And apparently a landlord” Gen mumbled, hunched over her 6th drink of the evening.

“Yep. I’m also a landlord” Ravi nodded.

As he spoke, he turned to face Gen and saw how out of it she looked. He had been keeping an eye on Gen all evening but hadn’t counted exactly how many drinks she had consumed. Apparently it was a lot.

“Hey!” Ravi leaned in closer to Gen, their faces inches apart.

“Hmm” was all Gen was able to say.

“Maybe you should go home” Ravi whispered softly.

“What? No! I’m just getting started” Gen slurred.

“Nope.” Ravis said, popping the ‘p’.

“I’m officially cutting you off. I don’t want you to get alcohol poisoning, even though you would be in the best hands” Ravi mumbled.

“Hey guys. I’m going to take Gen home, she’s had a lot to drink” Ravi announced to the table. Ravi took the nods from Gen’s friends as a silent approval to take Gen home.

“Nooooo I don’t wanna” Gen whined.

“Yessss” Ravi said, mimicking Gen’s tone.

“Come on. Up you get” Ravi said as he tugged on Gen’s arm, trying to get her to leave the booth they were sat in. She didn’t budge.

Ravi sighed.

“Alright” he mumbled.

He pulled Gen’s arms up and placed his hands under her arms, lifting her out of her seat and throwing her, gently, over his shoulder. He gave a quick wave to his friends and started to make his way out of the bar.

“I’m going to call an UBER okay?” Ravi said as he placed Gen on the steps outside of the bar. Gen didn’t respond.

It took 11 minutes for the UBER to arrive, which Ravi thought was pretty reasonable considering it was 03:45 on a Friday night, or Saturday morning, depending on how you look at it. Getting Gen into the UBER was a hurdle that Ravi hadn’t anticipated. He was under the assumption that she was too drunk to realise that she was on her way home from the bar, oh how wrong he was.

“Okay Geni, the UBER is here” Ravi said, voice soft, calming. That seemed to wake Gen up from her drunken haze. Ravi started to get her up from where she was sitting but she immediately started kicking and screaming. Ravi pulled away quickly, taking a big step back so people around would know that he wasn’t trying to hurt her.

“Gen? Gen? What’s wrong?” Ravi’s voice was panicked.

“I don’t want to leave! You can’t make me!” Gen shouted.

“Gen, come on! Our UBER is here. Please! Just get in the car!” Ravi was practically begging for Gen to cooperate with him.

“Nooooo” Gen’s tone, high and childlike.

“Please! I’ll buy you food! Just please get in the car” Ravi’s hands gesturing towards the car. He was almost at his wits end.

“Okay” Gen mumbled.

“Okay?” Ravi said, voice hopeful.

“Okay” Gen repeated.

Ravi was just glad that the UBER driver hadn’t driven off whilst he was trying to get Gen in the car.

They got half way to Gen’s, or I guess you could say Ravi’s, apartment building when Gen hit Ravi in the arm and said “What about my food?!”

“I’ll cook something for you” Ravi sighed, clearly having forgotten all about his promise of food.

“You can’t cook” Gen said bluntly.

“Oh yeah? Watch me” Ravi said, determination etched on his face.

When the UBER pulled up outside of Gen’s apartment building, Ravi rushed to pay the driver. Once he had done that, he threw the door open and ran to the other side of the car, the side that Gen was sitting on. He, slowly, opened the door and Gen would have fallen out of the car had she not still had her seatbelt on.

Ravi reached inside of the car and unbuckled Gen’s seatbelt. He looked up, moving the seatbelt away from Gen’s body, his face inches, if that, away from Gen’s. He was going to pull away, stepping back let Gen out of the car, when it happened. He felt a hand on the back of his neck, gripping his hair lightly. Gen’s hand. Her hand push his head forward. Before he knew what was happening, their lips collided softly.

He blinked.

Before he could even think about kissing her back, Gen pulled away.

“I think I’m going to be sick” Gen said, her face pale.

“Oh god”

“Not in my car!” The UBER driver shouted.

Ravi pulled away as quickly as possible. He dragged Gen out of the car and pushed her towards the grass that was outside of her apartment building. She emptied her stomach onto the grass.

“Are you okay?” Ravi asked.