Bubble | OneShot

Bubble | OneShot

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You and Rafe have alone time before life completely changes.

Warnings: OBX SEASON 2 SPOILERS, SMUT (not that hardcore tbh) dry humping, mentions of choking. lil bit of fluff. hot rafe.

this is my first oneshot ever so yea, enjoy lol

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You were glad to be the first one awake, despite the blaring horn of the Coastal Venture and the morning rays of sunlight peeking it's way into the small room and into your tired eyes, a small smile made its way across your face. You flipped onto your side and bent your elbow, resting your head in the palm of your hand to admire the man next to you. The blonde had moved positions in his sleep, his arm that had started around your waist was now under his head, his right arm spread out beside him with his head facing you. He was shirtless, his tanned back exposed from the blanket being pushed past both of your waists. Your hand went to his back, your fingers tracing the length of his spine and the dip of his shoulder blades, softly tracing invisible doodles until you watched your boyfriends eyes flutter open.

Rafe groaned a bit at the sun getting in his face when he flipped onto his side to try and fall back asleep, your hand moving from his back to his bicep, squeezing the muscle softly to let him know you were awake too. He groaned again, moving his body closer to yours, trapping your arms against his chest and putting his chin on top of your head. You giggled, eyes not tired anymore as you pushed his chest. "Rafe," you sighed, "It's almost eleven." The digital clock on the tiny bedside table read 10:47am. They missed breakfast. His bottom lip puffed out and he opened his eyes again, this time bringing his hand up to wipe the sleep out of them. He focused on you after, sighing quietly as he let his eyes adjust to the light in the room.

You were smiling, your (Y/E/C) eyes shining from the midday sun. Rafe couldn't stop his smile from showing up on his face at the sight of yours. You felt warmth flow through you when he copied your features, it'd been a while since you had seen him be happy. Yesterday was rough. You didn't know the full extent of what happened, all of it had been a blur, and being with Rose and Wheezie amongst all the chaos throughout the whole thing, you didn't really have a lot of information. "G'mornin babe" he said, this time flipping onto his back. You shuffled onto your stomach, crossing your arms over his pecs to rest your head on them. Your right leg swinging to rest over his. "Hi," you mumbled, staring at him. He stared back, bringing his hand up to run it through your hair, from the crown of your head to the ends of it. He repeated the action a couple times before stopping his hand to rest at your neck, his thumb stroking the little purple mark he made a couple days ago. You brought your hand up to hold his wrist, "So, what's the plan today?"

Rafe shook his head, leaning his head back on the pillow, his eyes on the ceiling while he contemplated. He blindly intertwined his fingers with yours. "We're gonna watch a couple movies and sleep and fuck-" You laughed loudly at his boldness, removing yourself from him and off the bed before he could prove his statement. He lifted his head, frowning at the loss of contact. "What?" He sounded genuinely confused. "It doesn't have to be in that order, I'm down for whate-"

"Rafe, it's almost noon, and Rose said yesterday we'd be at the port around three or four," you told him, standing in the doorway of the bathroom that was thankfully apart of the room. His eyes ranked over your body, from the tight tank top that hugged your chest just right to the cute black cotton boyshorts that had a little bit of your butt hanging out, it was enough to make him stir in the bed. He wasn't listening to you, he vaguely caught that you both had to get ready and visit Ward, make sure Wheezie didn't forget anything on board from her exploring habits. He hummed along though, just enjoying the view of his girl. His girl. Damn, he liked that; never got tired of it. Throughout your rambling he had gotten up from the bed and made his way behind you, wrapping his arms across your chest and tucking his face into your neck, dancing tiny kisses across your skin. His nose nudging into your hair when he went to suck another hickey behind your ear. You let him, knowing no one would see it, and not really caring because it felt good. "And," you kept going, turning around in his grasp, the small of your back pushed into the counter. "The faster we do that, maybe we'll have enough time to do whatever you want."

He feigned sadness, blowing out a dramatic breath, "What? You don't want to reenact movie sex scenes with me?" Another laugh came out of you, making him chuckle too. He was joking, he knew there was a lot to do today. The gold and the cross had to be moved, and with his father on bed rest, he'd be the boss of the operation. You would be helping Rose move into their new home. It was all just a couple hours away and he just wanted to live in his little bubble with you for a little while longer. He shrugged, "Fine, I get it. Whatever, guess I'm not hot enough for your nee-" You scoffed at him and without any warning you wrapped your arms around his neck, tugged him down to your level and pressed your lips against his. He grunted in shock before taking back control and lifting you onto the counter, spreading your knees with his hips and pressing his body into yours. You tugged at his hair at the nape of his neck, knowing it got him riled up enough to kiss you harder like you wanted him to. You pulled back too soon for his liking, he chased your swollen lips until your head hit the mirror softly, and you let him get another kiss in before pushing him away. You smiled and patted your hands against his chest, "You, Rafe Cameron, are definitely hot enough for my needs." He smirked with pride, playfully leaning his head down to get another kiss. "Damn straight," he mumbled, not moving away and instead dragging his palms up your body to cup your boobs, tweaking his thumbs against your nipples before pulling your shirt down to let your breasts spill over the material. You moaned loudly into his mouth, arching your back into his hands and grabbing at the waistband of his boxers, all thoughts of responsibilities leaving your mind. You could only think of him and his big hands and broad shoulders. Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. He pulled away to catch his breath, a sexy chuckle leaving him at how easy it was for you to give him what he wanted without asking. Such a good girl for him. He dragged his mouth down the column of your throat and pushed your body closer to the edge of the sink so he could grind himself into your heat. "Fuck," you gasped, moving your hips with him. You don't know how he did it; he was always able to make you feel good no matter what he was doing, kissing, fucking, and now, dryhumping like two desperate teenagers. "Just like that, oh my god," you threw your head back again, this time hitting the mirror harder than before but you didn't care, the pleasure Rafe was giving you overpowering the feeling of anything else. "Yeah?" He moaned with you, lifting one of his hands to grab your neck, "look at me, baby." His pupils were blown out, a sheen of sweat collecting on his forehead while he watched you work yourself over his bulge. He loved the sight of you, a mess just because of him. Your breath labored because of what he was doing to you. The look on your face when he made you cum under him, not breaking eye contact. That is the hottest shit ever. He followed after you, the sound of you gasping his name like it was a prayer making him fall apart. He hummed, pulling away with a champions grin, loving how you shook in his hold.

You shook your head at him, arms falling over his shoulders as you jumped down from the counter. He steadied you, your legs still shaking like a baby deer learning to walk. "You always get what you want, huh?" You laughed breathily. Rafe nodded, pushing back his hair from his face and jerked his chin towards the shower, pinching your waist. "Always, now lets shower. You were the one saying we have to get ready." You rolled your eyes, "Oh, my bad, now you want to get ready," you said, stripping out of your clothes, the wet spot on your underwear making you blush. Rafe peeked his head out of the doorframe, looking at the time, oblivious to your sarcasm. "Mhm, it's 11:30am," he shut the door, locked it, and leaned against it as he watched you get in the shower with his bottom lip between his teeth. "What're you waiting for, Cameron?" You teased, running your fingers down past your belly button. He followed right behind you, your laughter echoing through the shower when he almost tripped getting out of his boxers. "Ready for round two?" He teased back, grabbing at you again. He didn't think he could ever resist you. A little while longer in his made up bubble couldn't hurt.

Feelings / Spock Imagine

Request: Hi, uhm can I request a headcanon with spock (star trek), and he is dancing with the reader (maybe they are confessing their feelings for each other) just if you want to write it 🙈😊

I’m sorry darling I know it’s not TOS Spock but I just had to use this gif!! @jackys-stuff-blog​ 😂 <3

(The song lyrics used are Wichita Lineman by Glen Campbell, one of my fave songs!)

If you enjoy, please comment, reblog and request!

As we probably all know, Spock isn’t the first person on the Enterprise you’d go to if you wanted to slow dance.

(Bones can throw some moves, that’s all I’m saying.)

But one night, after a particularly gruelling mission of dealing with Darvin and the Tribbles, poor McCoy had managed to drag Jim by the collar down for his ‘annual’ physical examination in the Sickbay. That left just you, Spock and a myriad of vast, glittering stars whispering to your heart through the glass of the Briefing Room.

Those little pearl pockets seem endless and unimaginable against the dark velvet of the Universe, and it takes you a moment to realise that Spock hasn’t retreated back to his quarters yet as well. Instead, he was still sitting at his desk, a slightly confused twitch at his eyebrows as he cocked his head and listened to the strange, old Earth music Jim had left blasting over the ship’s speakers. 

(Although later he would find out that it was Bones who had chosen the music to try and set the mood.)

‘I hear you singing in the wire…’

(To be completely honest, Jim and Bones had been planning getting the two of you alone for quite a long time).

They had spent the last few months sending each other sly looks, and a few smiles and gentle nudges. They had noticed the way Spock would observe you over his tray in the Mess Hall, eyes never leaving your frame as grasped every chance, every second he could committing you to his memory.

He was trying to figure out why his ears burnt, why the pit of his stomach felt as if it had been hit by blaster fire every time he saw you even in the periphery of his vision. 

For the first time since he was a child, he was scared to admit to himself that you were making him feel. It was illogical, overpowering, and still he found he didn’t want the feeling in his chest to go away.

After that, Jim would have to stop himself from smirking and giggling by the way Spock would always briskly walk over to you to check you over after a mission. He would annoy Bones to no end, bumping him out of the way with his shoulder so he could examine you instead.

Or, Sulu would keep tabs and report back on the amount of times he had seen Spock wandering down the corridors to your quarters at the end of the day, knocking on your door and waiting outside like a statue until your head poked around the hinges.

Sulu would start laughing as Spock stays silent for a second, realising there was no logical reason for him being there - he would start rambling off about how well you had done on the Diplomatic Mission that day, before turning quickly on his heels and walking off, leaving you slightly bemused by his actions.

It turns out, he just wanted to spend as much time as possible in your company.

And thus, Jim had finally convinced Bones to try and play match maker.

For a while Spock just sat there, pretending to be deep in thought, but you could see the way his eyes would flick over to you whenever he thought you weren’t looking.

And so, you took a chance and held out your hand to him.

He had seen the way Scotty and Uhura used to laugh, spinning around hand in hand during time spent on shore leave, and had been intrigued. He had always wanted first hand experience, to try and understand this human ritual. 

So your breath hitched, heart nearly leaping out of your throat when you felt his fingers reach up and grip around your own.

‘That’s it Spock. Just move from side to side, just like that.’

He’s surprisingly firm, stiff and poised as if he had been practicing the way in which a dancer holds himself. Yet he’s nimble, feet light as they sometimes awkwardly bump against your own, pushing you closer against his frame as he begins to move the two of you across the square of floor available. 

‘And I need you more than want you, And I want you for all time’.

You sigh wistfully, losing yourself in the song. In the way Spock’s hand clenches slightly against your back, as if he’s restraining himself from running his fingers over the dip of your spine. Of the way you can feel his warm breath against your cheek, not daring to believe that he had somehow just pulled you tighter against him.

After a moment of growing accustomed to the way his blue uniform shirt scratches against your own, you suddenly narrow your eyes in confusion at the way the tips of his ears had turned a bright shade of green.

That’s when you realise how tightly your hands had been clasped together, palm to palm.

And yet neither of you went to pull away.

He’s a little bit stiff in the hip area, but you drop the hand that had found its way to gingerly rest on his shoulder to instead stroke over his waist.

You have to stifle a laugh at the way his eyebrow hitches up at the touch.

You can feel his chin knock against your forehead as you sigh, deciding to take a leap and press your cheek against the cool material of his shirt. You nestle your side into the curve of his neck, shoulder firm and surprisingly warm against your skin.

His slender fingers dig into the muscle of your back, as if almost in surprise. Yet he finds it’s not an unwelcome one, as you feel his bangs brush against your head, tilting down to gaze at you with a surprised, but steady gaze.

‘I always knew you would be this comfortable’, you murmur against him, trying to duck further into him to hide the blush that warms your face.

He straightens back up at your words, his mind whirring in overdrive as his fingers dance over your own, whirling you out and back into his arms.

For a moment, the two of you are just standing in each other’s arms, the music muffling into the background as you look at each other.

Just two people, so madly in love.

The tension was palpable, your breath hitching as his feet drew to a stop. He seemed to be observing you, drinking in every aspect of your face, your smile, the way you held yourself, until he took a step towards you again.

‘I always knew you would be so beautiful up close. It is only logical, considering the parameters of your-’

You break off his rambling by reaching up towards him, and fervently pressing your lips against his own. You giggle at the way his eyes widen, afraid for a moment you had overstepped, until you notice the way his eyes fall shut and he leans into your touch without even registering it.

When you finally pull away, he gently presses his pointer and middle fingers against your own, letting his forehead fall against your own.

‘I really like you, Spock.’

You could feel the way he drew forward again, lips soft and supple against your own as he whispered back, ‘I too, am experiencing feelings of fondness towards you, Y/n.’

As much as you love Jim like a brother, you already make a mental note to get him back tomorrow, as you hear him and Chekov squealing from where they’re hiding in the elevator shaft.

When Spock walks you back to your quarters for the night, you bump into a very disgruntled and tired looking Bones, who grumbles about how the hobgoblin is going to get 100% more annoying now that he’s in love.

oh my god. that's all i wanna do with rafe. shotgunning. pls especially if like you're enemies and someone dared y'all to do that together. pls.

the annual bonfire was something you loved doing in outer banks. it didn't matter if you liked the people going or not, you had fun with your friends and that was all that mattered to you.

you wore jeans and one of pope's button up vacation shirts with a bathing suit top underneath the one button. you held onto pope's arm and waved hello to some of your other friends as you all walked in.

"yln! you want a beer?" jj yelled and you yelled at him not to get too drunk and end up in fights. you look at pope and he smiles, telling you he was going to go get a drink and keep an eye on jj.

"be safe" he salutes and you stuff your hands in your back pockets, sitting in an empty chair around the fire. you rested your elbow on the arm of the plastic, biting your nail as you stared into the flames.

suddenly the leg of the chair was kicked out from under you and someone caught the chair before it fell to the ground. you panicked and huffed, widened eyes as you look up at rafe, who smirked down at you.

"you're in my chair, princess" you roll your eyes and jump off the chair, pushing it to the ground and stepping close to rafe.

"well now it can't be yours because you broke the chair, princess" you cross your arms over your chest and rafe smirks, and his height towering over you really did intimidate you, but you couldn't let him know that.

rafe bent down, face in front of yours and you narrowed your eyes. "it was funny watching you panic under me, honestly. you're lucky i was feeling nice and caught you. next time you're in my chair, i'm not going to catch you"

"back away, kook" you push his chest and he stumbles back, smirking at you. you walked past him, finding pope and he hugged you. "i hate that asshole"

"i think we all do, yn. don't worry, i got you" pope smiled at you and you calmed down a bit.

"thanks pope" you kissed his cheek and a whole group of people sat down around the fire, you and rafe sitting across from one another through the flame.

everyone started to play truth or dare, some people making out, stripping, jumping in the water. it was your turn, and it was kelce's turn to ask a question. "truth or dare, yn?" kelce smirked behind his beer bottle.

"dare" you drank the last of your beer and looked at kelce, who had a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"i dare you to take that joint and shotgun with rafe cameron" he smirked and both you and rafe looked at him. "while sitting on his lap"

"no, no way" you refused and everyone booed.

"fine, then we throw you in the water in nothing but your bra and underwear" kelce took a swig of his beer and you huff, standing up. you walk over in front of rafe, who looked like he didn't want any part of this either.

you slowly straddled his waist, and he instinctively held your waist. you held the joint in between his lips and he inhaled deeply, keeping eye contact with you as he blew the smoke into your mouth. you inhaled and smile, leaning back and grinning at everyone who applauded.

you sat up and inhaled yourself, blowing the smoke into rafe's face. "if you wanted to kiss me so bad, cameron, you could've asked" you wink and let the blunt hang from your lips, moving your hips a bit before getting off his lap.

"oohh, rafe's got a boner for the pogue!" someone yelled and you look back, giggling at him and sitting next to pope again who hugged you into him. you looked at rafe through the fire, winking as you threw the roach of the blunt into the fire.

the night continued with truth or dare, dancing, drinking and smoking. you felt eyes on you the whole time, and you were right. you caught rafe staring at you from time to time, and really, you honestly wanted him to stare.

Credit:- @drewstarkey on Instagram

Watching Barbie watch as Ken takes over barbieland, takes her dream house and turn it into his own property, ruins her things whilst she cries in despair and suddenly I’m six years old again pleading my brother to be gentle with my toys as he throws them on the floor and against the walls. The hundreds of dollars in dolls that my parents spent for birthdays and christmas, told me to be careful with and showed me how to play nice destructed and destroyed as my brother grabs at anything and everything, tosses them around, stretches their plastic joints and pulls at their heads while I scream for him to stop seemingly wasted in seconds. He throws one down for another and I’m too small to grab them off of him. Easily toppled over as he pushes me aside and I’m wondering what I ever did to him to deserve it.

On top of it all, he’s still surprised when his torment breaks one of them, the legs snap out and he pauses as though he’s remorseful. I cry at the loss of my doll and despite how it was him who broke it. Him who threw it around. Him who pulled until the elastic snapped..

I am still told I should’ve been more careful with my toys.

Beautifully Simple | OneShot

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: You lose your favorite necklace

Warning: alcohol consumption, make out sesh, & mention of nicotine

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To say Rafe's room was big was an understatement. The king size bed in the middle of it didn't even seem to take up space. It baffled you as got up from your knees, eyes scanning the bedroom again as you huffed in frustration. If it wasn't under the bed, you honestly couldn't figure out where else to look since you basically tore apart the bathroom looking for it. You did another perimeter check, walking to the door and scanning the room from a different angle. Maybe that'll work? Looking over his dresser, you shook your head. You already looked there practically a hundred times. You could have sworn you left it on your side of the bed along with every other piece of jewelry you had on before you showered. The Pandora bracelet with meaningful charms gifted from nearly everyone you knew was on your left wrist, the two rings from the same brand Wheezie got you with her birthday money on your index fingers, and lastly, the blue heart Gucci ring Rafe had given you for Valentine's Day a couple months back. You went over to Rafe's cluttered desk, biting your lip as your heart beat faster and tears welled up in your eyes. How did you manage to lose something so valuable?

You didn't realize how much you zoned out until you heard Rafe's door open, your boyfriend stepping into the room. He had a grin on his face and a beer in his hand and he looked like he was gonna tell you something before he noticed the state you were in. "Hey, hey," Rafe said, walking towards you with his brows pulled together. He sat his CoorsLite next to a stack of papers resting on his laptop before running his hand up your arm and turning you into his embrace. You were shaking. "What's wrong, baby? Why're you crying?" He asked softly and you grabbed onto the sides of his dark blue polo like a guilty kid. He moved his hands to cup your cheeks when you looked up at him, frowning at the sight of your tearful eyes and wobbling bottom lip. "I," you exhaled a big breath, trying to match your uneven breathing to Rafe's calm ones. "I-I can't find t-the necklace," you stuttered out, a tear falling down your cheek and into the crevice of your lip. You weren't one to cry about materialistic things, but this was important. It was the first gift Rafe had ever given you. He used his thumb to wipe it away, realization hitting him immediately and his eyes widened but you didn't notice, your own (Y/E/C) eyes switching between staring at his chest and hardwood floors. "The silver one with your name," you mumbled guiltily. You felt so stupid. Rafe bent his knees to get you to look into his eyes, and when you did, he had the biggest fucking smile on his face.

"What?-" you started but he just pulled you into his chest again, shushing you with a little bit of laughter. His hand cupped the back of your head while the other dug into his pocket. You felt heat rise to your face, whether it was from anger or embarrassment you didn't know. Why was he laughing? Getting another wave of frustration, you pushed at his chest, a deeper frown set on your face when it barely moved him an inch. "You jerk, what is so funny about this?" You began, but before you could get another word out, Rafe pulled his hand out of his pocket and opened it to show the expensive necklace resting in his palm.

You gasped, your eyebrows raising in shock as you reached for it immediately. Rafe smiled in amusement. "Where was it?" You questioned, holding it up between the two of you. You brought it to your chest in relief. Rafe rested his hand on your hip, pulling you between his knees as he leaned against his desk. "It was exactly where you left it," he explained, picking up your ring clad hand to press a kiss to the blue heart on your ring finger. "I brought it downstairs to clean it with Rose's jewelry cleaner. It's been a while and I wanted to do something nice. Sorry, baby, didn't mean to scare you," he finished with an apologetic kiss. "That's why I came up here, to give it back to you." His hands ran up the soft material of your strapless blue dress, before he dragged them back down to rest his hands on the small of your back.

You gave him another quick kiss, giving him the necklace and thanking him before turning around. "Put it on for me?" You asked. He did so and you turned around again, flipping your hair through the chain and behind your bare shoulders. Rafe couldn't help himself from dragging his eyes all over you. You had on little black heels with a strap at the ankle and that blue fucking dress that made him go nuts. He remembered the first time he caught you looking at it on one of the many shopping dates he took you on; you never let him buy you too much, much to his dismay, but when you were admiring it, you didn't think he was anywhere nearby as you had left him by the watches in the jewelry section. He remembered walking towards you as you lifted up the dresses tag, your mouth forming an "Oh" as you dropped the tag and tucked the dress back into its spot, shaking your head. He had snuck up behind you and plucked the dress off the rack, holding it in the air when you tried putting it back.

He smiled at the memory, raising his hands to straighten the necklace that rested between your collar bones. You leaned towards him, putting your hands on his jean clad thighs. It truly was a beautiful piece of jewelry, the simple cursive font with the diamond heart connected to the "E" matched you perfectly. Beautifully simple. You loved it almost as much as you loved him, and you never failed to wear it everyday. "So," you said, moving your hands to connect them with his and taking a step back, pulling him with you to the door. "You ready to go? Because that was the last thing I needed." He nodded, kissing your shoulder as you both walked down the stairs.

Topper and Kelce were sitting at the bottom of the steps, both holding beers and ripping Rafe's juul. They both stood once they heard the couple, Topper slurring, "Took you both long enough" as they both looked up to see Rafe help you down the last couple steps. Kelce whistled, "Damn, (Y/N/N), lookin good-" Rafe moved forward quick to smack the back of his head, Kelce dramatizing it and holding his head as if he'd been shot. "Ouch! Jesus, man, just giving your girl a compliment," he whined. Rafe rolled his eyes, pulling your laughing self under his arm. "Yeah, my girl, keep it respectful or keep your mouth shut, dude," Rafe said, chuckling to keep the air playful. Kelce was harmless, but Rafe meant what he said, didn't matter if it was his best friend or not. "Alright, alright, alright," Topper started walking towards the door. "Let's get this night started!" He hollered, chugging back the rest of his drink as he walked out the front door of Tannyhill, whooping loudly. Kelce grabbed the box full of beer, following the blonde out the door, almost dropping the alcohol when he tripped over his own two drunken feet.

"Fuckin' idiots," Rafe muttered, walking with you out into the night, locking his home behind you both. You laughed, and grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him down for a kiss, tasting the beer on his tongue. It wasn't a short peck, like Rafe expected, but he wasn't planning on stopping your advances. He groaned into your mouth, his strong arms wrapping around you until his hands grabbed at your ass, pulling on the flesh as you sucked his tongue into your mouth. You pulled away just as he bit your bottom lip, moaning quietly when be pushed you closer to him. You could vaguely hear Topper and Kelce complaining about y'all from the car, Topper repeatedly trying to jiggle the door handle open to no avail while the keys to the vehicle rested in Rafe's pocket. Rafe grinned, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, his hand resting on the side of your neck. "What was that for? Not that I'm complaining," he said. You shrugged, grabbing his hand and walking towards the car, "Just another thank you," you smiled, giggling when Rafe moved you in front of him while walking, pressing your back into his chest. You could feel his excitement pressing into the small of your back and your hand flew up to cover your mouth when you laughed again, happy to see what you're able to do to him with a simple kiss. He sneakily grabbed at your ass again, groaning at the way it jiggled when he let his hand drop. "Oh, yea?" He asked. His imagination carried himself away as his hand traced up your figure. "You wanna thank me again later, baby?" He joked, giving you one last searing kiss before unlocking the car and opening the passenger door for you. Topper and Kelce fell into the backseat, the former still chanting how this was gonna be the night of their lives. Rafe shut the door, walking to the drivers seat with a smirk on his face. Rafe laughed to himself, he didn't know where the night would take the group, but he knew it'd definitely be one he won't forget.