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happy obx3 anniversary, im still laughing abt how singh gave kie multiple outfit options including silk pyjamas and let rafe marinate in his own filth
#and none for Rafe Cameron 😭 damnnnn#that might have been the meanest thing anyones done to him and ppl have done some shit to him#bc when you really think abt it#Rafe was a guest#a confirmed guest at that#kiara being kidnapped and being treated better (subjective) than rafe is hilarious to me#AND she got the bed while rafe took the floor#say what u want abt that man but he does not complain unless he needs to#obx#riara#rafe cameron#get this man some grey sweatpants !
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illicit affairs - part two | r.c
summary:
"Speaking of, why don’t you stay over tonight? It’s late, and I don’t want you walking home by yourself.”
“You’re not gonna drive me?” You asked with a pout and he rolled his eyes.
“I’m too tired, don’t make me. Just stay over.”
“What? And leave in the morning like I’m one of your hook ups? Please.”
OR; Rafe makes an outrageous suggestion and you? You give in.
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
warnings: mention of drugs, talk about sex (nothing graphic yet) but the later parts will have smut, so 18+ MDNI!
word count: 2k
author's note: pt. two out so soon?? there's gotta be smth fishy going on 🤭we finally get into the PLOT! i hope you enjoy my lovelies, don't forget to leave a comment/like/reblog or share your thoughts with me in the inbox.
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pt. two: "it's born from just one single glance"
A week after the party, it was the first Friday in a while where the four of you didn’t go to a party. After spending a day out of the sea to test out Topper’s new boat, you got picked up some pizza and settled down in Rafe’s living room, where you were still in the same spot several hours later. The empty pizza cartons were stacked on the floor and the four of you strewn out on the couch and various seats.
“You want another drink?”
Rafe was waving his empty glass in front of you, a lonely ice cube clinking in it, an expected eyebrow raised.
You squinted at him, nodding. “Can you get me a coke please?”
“Sure.”
Kelce perked up in his seat at the prospect of another drink. “Hey, can you get me another beer?”
“No,” Rafe answered, without even looking back as he left for the kitchen. “You know where the fridge is.”
“What?” Kelce muttered with a frown, looking over to you as he slumped back down. “You know where the fridge is, why is he getting you a coke?”
You only shrugged with a grin, making yourself comfortable on the couch now that you had more space, while Topper clapped Kelce on the back in consolation.
“Come on man, you know she’s his favorite.”
“Hey!”
Grabbing a pillow from the couch, you shucked it at Topper, making him yelp when it hit him square in the face.
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not right next to you,” you scowled. “And I’m not Rafe’s favorite.”
“You’re a clown if you actually believe that.”
“Fuck you, you’re a clown.”
Topper tossed the pillow back at you, narrowly missing your head by an inch and the pillow fell to the floor behind the couch, landing just in front of Rafe’s feet as he returned.
“I was gone for five minutes, what are you guys fighting about now?”
“Precious over here thinks she’s not your favorite.”
You glowered at the other two boys, while Rafe settled back on the couch next to you, pressing a can of coke into your hands. He took a sip of his drink, eyeing you briefly and shrugged, pursing his lips in agreement.
“Nah, you’re definitely my favorite.”
You stuck your tongue out at Topper when he gave you a knowing look, instead focusing on opening your coke. “Whatever. It doesn’t mean anything, you two shitheads don’t make it hard for me to be anyone’s favorite.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Kelce grunted with a frown and you raised a brow at him.
“You literally had sex in Rafe’s bed last year,” you said, before turning your attention to Topper. “And you’re still obsessed with Sarah.”
Rafe let out a noise, making clear that he was fully agreeing with you. “What she said.”
Topper, while satisfied he had proven his point, still rolled his eyes and Kelce crossed his arms, annoyed.
“I hate it when they team up like this.”
“Shut up and get your beer.”
The next couple of hours passed easily, just as it always did when the four of you came together to talk shit. While you did enjoy going to parties every now and then, you really appreciated just hanging out with your friends and talking about everything and nothing in the safety of the four walls of Rafe’s home.
Only you and your boys. Just the way you liked it.
“Alright, I think it’s time for me to go,” Topper said, breaking up the group with a yawn, shaking his head to stay awake as he sat up. “I’m beat.”
“Can you give me a ride?” Kelce asked, standing up and Topper nodded, turning to you.
“Do you need me to drop you off too?”
You stretched your arms, legs long draped over Rafe’s lap as you laid lengthwise on the couch. It was nearing one am and you really should make your way home, but you were far too comfortable to move, having spent most of the day in the sun, which was catching up to you now.
“I think I might stay for a while longer, thanks though.”
Topper clicked his tongue, ruffling your hair, messing it up for good measure as he and Kelce said their good byes, their voices getting quieter as they strolled to the front, the door shutting in its hinges. It wasn’t long after until you could heard Topper’s truck start, and then pull off the estate grounds.
Finally, it was quiet enough for you to hear the music, which was drowned out by Kelce’s constant yapping. You loved him but he was such a chatter box when he drank beer.
“Isn’t Sarah coming home tonight?” you asked into the sudden quietness, combing through your hair with your fingers, trying to get rid of the knots that have formed since you’d laid on the couch for the whole night. The estate had been quiet apart from the four of you causing raucous in the living room.
“Please,” Rafe scoffed. “She’s staying with John B more nights than not, I’m this close to kicking her out for real.”
“Oh come on,” you laughed, leaning up to shove his arm a little. “She’s in love. Leave her alone. And don’t act like you don’t enjoy being the man of the house and having it all to yourself.”
Rafe grinned to himself, shrugging his shoulders a bit like you weren’t absolutely right. Like you said, you knew him. “Eh. Maybe. House tends to get a little quiet sometimes... Speaking of, why don’t you stay over tonight? It’s late, and I don’t want you walking home by yourself.”
“You’re not gonna drive me?” You asked with a pout and he rolled his eyes.
“I’m too tired, don’t make me. Just stay over.”
“What? And leave in the morning like I’m one of your hook ups? Please.”
“Give me a break,” Rafe huffed. “You know damn well you’re not one of my hook ups. They don’t get to stay till the morning,” he paused, turning his head to look at you inquisitively, and you knew that look all too well. He was about to be nosy. “What about yours, anyways?”
“My what?”
“Your hook ups, precious. Haven’t seen anyone around since Jack.”
You shrugged. “Cuz there wasn’t anyone else since Jack, you know that. And he wasn’t a hook up, he was my boyfriend.”
He was quiet, but you could basically hear the gears in his head turning. “I know you’re not into hook ups and shit, but don’t you need to get off sometimes?”
“And risk hooking up with weirdos like Moany? No thank you. I don’t need anyone else to get off.”
Rafe rolled his eyes. “I know, jesus. I’m just saying… Sex by yourself isn’t as good as sex with another person. If you know what they like. Not everyone has freaky requests like Monique. And if you’re compatible, you know the sex can be insane.”
You eyed him suspiciously, not sure if you liked which direction this was going. He wasn’t about to suggest the two of you having sex…. Right? Because that would be just crazy.
“… jus’ getting sick of having to get to know a new girl every time, ‘s exhausting.”
“You know you can have sex with a person more than once right?”
Rafe scoffed, leaning his hands behind his head. “Yeah, but then they start getting comfortable. I don’t need that right now.”
You waved your hands around, trying to stop Rafe’s train of thought before it could get any further.
“Rafe, stop beating around the bush. The fuck are you on right now?”
He swirled his drink around, downing the last of it before shoving the glass on the table, looking at you.
“What if… We fucked?”
“What?” you stared at him incredulously, like he had just grown a second head.
“I mean, not relationship wise. Casual. Friends with benefits.”
“Friends with benefits,” you echoed, dryly. “Are you insane?”
Rafe scoffed, shaking his head at you, not bothering with a reply. You thought that was the end of it, trying to calm your heart down, as it was nearly jumping out of your throat, when you felt Rafe’s hand splaying across your bare legs. His fingers brushed your inner thigh, making you tense and you glared up at him.
“Seriously Rafe?”
“Seriously Rafe?” Rafe mocked you, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear, the other hand starting to trace circles into the skin of your thigh, like it was the most normal thing for him to do. “We both know that if you didn’t want me touching you, you’d have kicked me half ways across the room already.”
You wanted to protest, but your words died halfway down your tongue, knowing it was no use with the way Rafe was looking at you. Also, he was a 100% right. Turning away, you stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore how his finger tips left your skin tingling, thinking of the most random things to calm yourself down.
There was no use of lying to yourself, a part of you wanted to say yes.
You knew Rafe didn’t do relationships, has never had a girlfriend in all the years you’d been friends. What if being friends with benefits was the closest thing you could be for Rafe? Not only his best friend, but a step further? What if this was all you could get with him?
“This is a bad idea.”
“Why?”
“You’re my best friend.”
“Exactly. You’re my best friend, I don’t have to tell you anything because you know exactly what I like and what I don’t.”
“Not when it comes to sex!”
“Okay okay, calm down, I was just making a suggestion.”
Rafe trailed off, dropping the topic, his fucking hand still on your thigh. He wasn’t looking at you, but you could tell that he was biting back a grin, and you hated to think that you were going to give in.
“We’re not telling anyone, you hear me? Not a single soul. Especially not Top and Kelce, they would never let us live this down.”
He turned his head, the corner of his mouth ticking up knowingly. He was your best friend after all, he knew what to say to convince you of his argument. “Those two knuckleheads don’t need to know everything we do,” Rafe said as he leaned in, but you stopped him halfway, your hand on his chest.
“If this affects our friendship in any way, or or…. If it gets awkward or someone… Just, we stop, okay? No lying to get your dick wet.”
“Have I ever lied to you, precious?”
“Uh, yes. Remember when you, Top and Kelce snuck into my gard- oomph.”
Your sentence was cut short when Rafe pressed his lips against you in a soft kiss, his hand cupping the back of the neck. He pulled away, his breath hot on your face. Your lips parted a bit, shock coursing through your veins. You had wondered how it would feel to kiss Rafe for so long, and you had to admit, that the real deal was so much better than anything you could’ve imagined.
“You talk too much,” he mumbled against your lips and you rolled your eyes, brought out of your haze. This was still Rafe. Your best friend.
“Shut up.”
Fisting his shirt, you pulled him closer to you, lips hot as they interlocked. He leaned forward, both of his knees bracketing your waist, one hand moving from the back of your neck to the front, so he could cup your face. Suddenly, you were surrounded by him and if you weren’t so distracted by Rafe’s tongue slipping into your mouth, you’d be freaking out right now. This felt like a fever dream; your hands moving automatically down his torso, sneaking under his shirt, nails grazing his chiseled abs and when Rafe let out a honest to god whimper, you knew you were done for.
There was no going on back.
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author's note: am i sorry about the cliffhanger? ask me later👀
#rafe cameron x reader#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron imagine#outer banks#obx#drew starkey
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please do bsf rafe flirting with reader while he’s drunk and she’s trying to put him to bed but he just cuddles her and tells her how much he has feelings for her
this with kook trio readerrr omg <3 in my head, rafe's version of admitting feelings is being aggressively posessive. when they finally start dating shes like why didnt you say something sooner? and hes like wym ive been claiming you since the start
you were so used to rafe taking care of you—bringing you home to tannyhill with him, making sure you took a tylenol before you fell asleep on his bed, a clean frat shirt of his waiting for you in the bathroom.
he was such a good friend to you. when times like this came along, you tried your best to repay the favor.
you think rafe's got it easier, though. he alway manhandles you into position, can carry you up the stairs when you're stumbling and force the pill and water down your throat when you're resisting. you're usually too drunk to remember rafe's hand on your jaw, opening your mouth for you and trying to coax you into taking it, telling you repeatedly you'll be grateful he did it in the morning.
"you are such a dick," you mutter, staring at the bottle of tylenol in your hand and the empty cup of water on the nightstand. he's just spilled the water all over his floor in a drunken stupor, and you suddenly hate that he ever made you feel bad about how much he has to take care of you when you're the drunk one.
rafe is ten times worse than you could ever be.
"thinkin 'bout my dick, are'ya?" he slurs back at you, and then laughs at his own joke. he's laying flat on his bed now, still in the same clothes he wore to the party, shoes and watch still on. getting him into the house and up the stairs was hard enough, even with top and kelce's help, but they'd jumped ship the second you got rafe into bed.
"all yours now, princess," kelce said, grabbing the keys to his car.
"yeah, good luck. i've never seen him so drunk," top adds.
"you're both just leaving me with him?" you cry out, but the hallway is empty when you finally get your wrist out of rafe's grip. rafe had mumbled something from his position, but you hadn't heard it.
twenty minutes later, you still hadn't gotten rafe to drink any water or change his clothes. all his energy seemed to be focused on getting you to curl up next to him.
"c'mon! just get into bed, m'fuckin tired-" he grumbles again, latching onto your arm while you try to at least get his shoes off.
"you can't sleep with your sneakers on, rafe-"
"who cares? i like my sneakers-"
"that's great, but your sheets-"
"but not as much as i like you. hah. that's fuckin' cheesy." you turn to look at your drunken best friend, his flushed cheeks and the way his eyes are closed while talking to you. you laugh, unable to hold it back.
"thanks, rafe. i like you too. enough to get your shoes off because you will so regret this tomorrow morning."
"don't regret anything." his eyes open, staring at you while you stare at his shoes. "shit. you're pretty."
you don't even address his comment—he's drunk beyond belief and you know you're pretty. after you untie his laces for him, he kicks off his shoes. you sigh a breath of relief.
"okay, rafe, do you want to sleep in these clothes or should i find pajamas?"
"how 'bout we sleep naked? there's an idea."
"stop being a perv. otherwise i'm gonna go cuddle with kelce instead." you laugh to yourself—the whole thing is a joke. you and rafe don't cuddle, at least not on purpose. you go to bed facing him but somehow always wake up with your limbs tangled and your hair in his face.
"sure. if you want me to kill kelce."
"oh my god, dramatic much?" you turn back to rafe to see if he's laughing, but he's not, looking right at you and sitting up.
"m'not kidding. don't joke about that. you're fuckin' mine, don't forget it."
he lays back down. you pause, eyebrows knitting while you think about the sentence rafe just said. he's drunk, so he must be joking. right?
"c'mon wanna sleep. get into bed." he grumbles again, and you comply, still a little shellshocked. you turn off the lamp and get into bed, and you don't even feel surprised when rafe pulls you in. you rest your head against his chest, and you don't stop thinking about what he said until you fall asleep.
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sweet dreams
pairing ⤜ rafe cameron x fem!reader
word count ⤜ 2.0k
summary ⤜ distance makes the great grow fonder, and when it comes to you & rafe, distance keeps you both awake at night.
warnings ⤜ mentions of anxiety, insomnia
a/n ⤜ i was looking through old requests and randomly got this idea. hope you like it :)
rafe cameron masterlist
© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way
“And remember, separate rooms, you two.” Ward reminds you both, but his words are obviously directed at Rafe by the look he gave to his son.
“Yeah, yeah isn’t that Rose honking outside?”
“I’m serious, Rafe.” His expression softens slightly as Ward gives you a slight smile. “Keep this one out of trouble for me while I’m gone?”
“I’ll do my best, Mr. Cameron.”
Ward and Rose were headed to the Bahamas for their anniversary, and it took enough convincing for Ward to let you stay with Rafe as it was.
His reasoning being that Wheezie was impressionable at her age, and wanted to keep the rules clear for when her day would come. As if Ward had no experience in making exceptions for one child over another, but Rafe was never on the right side of things.
That said, Rafe always thought this was Ward’s way of exercising control over him. Ensuring he wouldn’t forget that he was bound to Ward’s rules as long as he lived in Ward’s house.
You didn’t mind it as much as Rafe did, trying to keep his spirits up, since you’d still be the first person he’d see in the morning and the last person he’d see at night.
“It’s a stupid rule, we’re both adults. But I appreciate you trying to be politically correct for my father.” Rafe mumbles, pressing his lips to the side of your forehead gently, your fingers intertwined as his arm draped around you.
“I don’t think your dad would be okay with me staying here at all if I wasn’t.”
“She’s right, son. It’s your responsibility to set a good example, your little sister watches your behavior more than you think.”
“I do not!” Wheezie shouts, rounding the corner into the room, likely having been eavesdropping on the other side of the wall.
“Either way, I won’t have any of my kids ‘playing house’ in here while I’m gone.”
Rafe fumes at this, feeling more defensive than usual towards his father since you’re sitting next to him.
“And what about Sarah? What do you think she’s doing at John B’s all night, huh?” He retorts, but is quickly silenced as you swat at his chest lightly.
“At least we know why you married Rose after 2 minutes.” Wheezie remarks, earning a proud chuckle from her brother from her audacious comment, and from the exasperation on his father’s face.
Ward shoots his daughter a look of warning, but ultimately brushes her off. “You’ll understand when you’re a father, Rafe.”
“Won’t be anytime soon at this rate.” Your boyfriend grumbles into your neck, and you wince, hoping his father didn’t hear it.
“I think that’s exactly his point, honey.” You whisper.
Ward scrambles around the first floor of the home, making sure he has the last of his things before leaving to meet Rose who is impatiently waiting in the car. “Alright now, you all be good, keep the house clean.”
“Bye, dad!” Wheezie shouts, already leaving the room now that the gossip has run out.
“You’ll be missed.” Rafe taunts sarcastically.
“Safe travels, Mr. Cameron!”
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Much to Rafe’s dismay, you can’t find it in yourself to let Wheezie down & break the rules while Ward is away. Deep down, he can’t either. Not when your eyes are sparkling while looking into his, begging him into believing that you’ll make it worth his while.
He won’t let you get away that easily— he faux insults you, how you’re a goody two-shoes first and his girl second, but by the way he’s holding you bridal style in his arms, carrying you to the guest room, you can’t tell the difference.
He carefully gets you ready for bed, a process of small steps that feel natural to him.
Taking out your earrings for you, he knows how much you hate it when the earring backs poke you when you lay on the pillow wrong.
Doing your skincare routine— albeit he goes extra slow to really ‘massage’ the products in. You both know it’s all in the name of admiring you up close, while pressing soft kisses to your lips every so often.
He could never forget the step of fluffing the pillows just how you like them. Prior to your stay, he even bought the same pillows and sheets you have at home— switching out Rose’s poor taste in linens for something that would help you sleep far more comfortably.
The last and most important step; Kissing you goodnight a million times. The way your lip balm tastes makes the floor seem like a feasible option in his mind, but you’ll never let him.
Rafe is obviously stalling time before he has to leave you for the night, but as he would tell it, he’s just giving you something to dream about. After all, nothing less than royal treatment exists for his Y/n.
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Rafe hated nights like these. His mind had a tendency to race at night, sometimes beyond the point of return. His only consolation being that you were near him, just a few doors down. Being left alone with his thoughts only made for long hours of tossing & turning.
His fingers itched to pick up his phone off the nightstand and call you; longing to hear your voice.
You always had a way of making him forget. Unbeknownst to you, whenever Rafe had times of anxiety, he’d ask you questions. Sometimes philosophical, sometimes funny, or sometimes recollections of stories that would lead you to ramble on and on.
And no matter what was happening in the world outside of the walls of Tannyhill, or what words were exchanged between him and Ward earlier that day, you must have some kind of magical powers with the way you make his worries disappear.
Nobody loved him like you did, and he made sure to show you he returned the sentiment tenfold.
Rafe didn’t know how long he’d been laying there, heavily fatigued but eyes wide open. The light of the moon created a soft glow in the room, shining on the photo of you both on his nightstand.
It was a picture from Midsummers, candidly taken by Wheezie. Natural, showing the two of you in your element of being irrefutably in love with one other. Nothing like the stuffy portraits hanging through the halls of his home.
His eyes flickered to the alarm clock sitting next to the picture frame. Rafe stared at the numbers, watching the time go by, knowing you’d probably be waking up before he gets any sleep at all.
He can’t pretend that he doesn’t know the remedy for this spell of insomnia; and she’s slumbering peacefully down the hall.
‘But the rules, Rafe…’, He can hear you reprimanding him even through his current state.
Rafe weighs the options, considering you’ll be too exhausted to put up a fight and kick him out of bed. And he knows under no circumstances, would you ever kick him out of bed.
Soft sounds of an owl perched in a nearby tree catch his attention from outside, breaking away from his dilemma and focusing on the balcony just outside his window.
Rafe’s too tired to think twice about his decisions right now, thoughts of you clouding his mind. All he can do is thank the universe that nobody is here to witness what he’s about to do.
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You wished you had it in you to be rebellious in times like these. Compliments from everyone in Rafe’s life, most notably his family members, were not lost on you, as he’d even acknowledged himself that you inspire him to be better.
To be responsible, to have integrity, and as silly as it used to sound to him, they’re all of the things that he now believes will land him a place in heaven right next to you.
His arms holding you close just hours ago felt like a distant memory, and the coziness of the duvet couldn’t compare. The matching linens from your own room served as a nice touch, though.
You’d been in and out of sleep for the past few hours, and you wondered if Rafe was at least sleeping better than you were.
It could’ve been your surroundings. Hotels, sleepovers, anywhere that wasn’t your own bed had ever provided the same comfort.
Then again, the image of Rafe clad in nothing but plaid pajama pants felt pretty comforting, awakening the butterflies in your stomach at the thought.
When he kissed you goodnight like it was the last time, how could you think about anything else?
Those imaginations were cut abruptly short, hearing a thud on the balcony of the guest room you were occupying. Your heart skipped a beat, and you were about to abandon all of your intuitions about following Ward’s rules & wake Rafe immediately, if it wasn’t his unmistakable silhouette of a tall body & messy hair that made you sigh in relief.
You got up, the duvet still draping around your shoulders, before pulling the thin curtains back in a swift motion. Your suspicions were confirmed about Rafe being on the other side of the door.
He always found new ways to romance you beyond belief, but this was new.
“Hey, crazy. Do you always balcony hop in the middle of the night?”
“I’m only crazy for you, so don’t start.” He mutters sleepily, yet his natural wit is still sharp. Rafe’s hands instinctively snake around your waist & he presses his forehead to yours. “Haven’t done it since I was a kid. Used to get up to the roof and stargaze.”
“So, why tonight did you feel the need to break out of retirement?”
“Would you believe it if I said ‘no reason’?”
You giggle, kissing his neck chastely. “No.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Do you want me to sing you to sleep?”
He chuckles, followed by a soft sigh, almost feeling bad for interrupting precious time you could’ve spent sleeping. Not really feeling bad since he’s feeling peaceful once more, but feeling bad just a little bit. “It’s just one of those nights, baby.”
You kiss his cheek again tenderly in acknowledgment. Your eyes met his guiltily, knowing what he’s asking without asking it.
“You know we’re not supposed to share a bed.”
“Not even with a pillow wall between us?”
“You and I both know that won’t last a second.” Rafe smiles at you, admiring the way you know the other so well. “But he never said anything about sharing a balcony…”
You untangled yourself from his embrace, laying down on the daybed atop the balcony. You outstretch your arms for him, wiggling your fingers for emphasis.
He studies you patiently, wondering if he had the stars to thank for how perfect you were for him. He doesn’t waste anymore time in joining you, holding you close to him.
Your cheeks heat up at the realization that this was the Rafe you were dreaming about not long ago. He had a way of making you forget the rest of the world around you. A little ignorant bliss has never felt so good.
He lifts your chin with his index finger and thumb, kissing you again between looks of adoration. The look says a thousand words, leaving the best things unsaid as it often does with you two.
“Are you okay?”
Rafe feels his eyelids grow heavy, and for the first time all night, his mind is free and clear of affliction. “I am now.”
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YOUR BEST FRIENDS BROTHER - RAFE CAMERON X FEMALE READER
SUMMARY: for the longest you had an crush on rafe cameron aka Sarah's brother but you couldn't date your best friends brother and besides he didn't notice you anyway... well until one night
WARNINGS: 18+, age gap, smut, non con/dub con?, dark! rafe, swearing, choking, hair pulling, dom!rafe, virgin reader, lost of virginity, rough sex, fingering, unexperienced reader, lmk if i’m missing anything
A/N: rafe is 21 reader is 16 btww!!!
also this is short
Sarah had invited you over so you guys could hang out and watch movies. Sarah's dad, stepmom, and little sister had to go to the Bahamas for her dads work for the weekend. Sarah and rafe didn't have to go so they stayed.
rafe has never been nice to you like ever. he always calls you names like bitch, slut, virgin mary, whore, slut , etc. so you can say he isn't very fond of you.
"so what are we gonna watch?" Sarah ask "maybe comedy?"
"nah I like horror better"
"but im in an mood to laugh" Sarah explained
"okay then what about a horror comedy" you secretly loved horror comedies more than horror but you would never attempt that.
"oh yeaa" Sarah said as you laughed at her
"im gonna go get the snacks i'll be right back"
you said while hopping off her bed and exiting the room. as you walked down the stairs you heard something coming from rafe's room so being the nosy person you are you walk back up the stairs and slowly tip toe to his room door and you put your ear to the door.
you hear moaning and groaning you were scared you thought he was hurt so you quickly opened the door concerned and you see rafe laying down on his bed jerking off. he quickly pulls the covers over him
"what the fuck yn get out" rafe yells
You were shocked you quickly shut the door and ran down stairs, what the hell did you just witness. you tried to get the imagine of rafe's long cock out of your head. You opened the cabinet too look for the popcorn when you felt a strong hand grip your shoulder spinning you around.
"you know its not lady like to enter somebody's room without knocking"
it was rafe, he seemed overly calm... weird.
''i-i thought you w-were hurt."
he laughs slowly and looks you up and down. you take a deep breath to calm yourself down
"you might be a virgin but i know your not stupid princess"
he smirks
"wait..." "was my dick the first one you ever seen before"
he smirks once again, you were too embarrassed to answer that question so you looked down to the floor.
he grabbed your face really hard probably bruising it forcing you too look him in the eye.
"answer. the. question." rafe said "i don't like being ignored y/n."
he looked angry. you were scared to find out what would happen if u didn't answer his question so u did.
"y-yes" you stuttered
he chuckles and lets go oh your face which is most likely bruised now
"holy shit"
"rafe just fuck off okay jeez. every time you see me you don't have to remind me that im still a virgin."
you say as you turn around and grab the popcorn and putting it in the microwave. thats when feel something pocking your lower back.
"no ew rafe stop" you move away from him
"fine, fine"
he says putting his hands up in the air like he's surrendering and walking back up the stairs to his room.
you sigh of relief and grab the popcorn out of the microwave, pour it in a bowl and go back up stairs to Sarah's room.
"hey im back i got popcorn"
"finally you took forever" she laughs
"yea umm your brother wouldn't leave me only."
"just ignore him he's an ass to everyone" sarah says while shrugging
you guys ended up watching scary movie 2. after the movie yall soon fell asleep.
you woke up around midnight you looked over at Sarah she was sound a sleep so sneakily you got out of bed to get some water from the kitchen while you were walking down the stairs you felt a large hand wrap around your figure and put a hand over your mouth so you wouldn't scream.
it was rafe.
"stop moving"
he whispered in your ear but you still tried to wiggle your way out of his grip. he drags you to his room and throws you on the floor locking the door.
"oww what the fuck is wrong with you"
you say almost immediately getting up running over to rafe to try and unlock the door but before you can reach it he grabs you by your hair
"i told you to stop moving" "i don't like disobedience"
"oww rafe stop your hurting me"
he throws you onto the bed back first and pulls off your shorts and underwear and gets onto of you. you tried to scream but he puts his hand over your mouth.
he takes his time pulling your tank top and bra off. you tried to scream but it was muffled due to rafe's hand. Once your tank top and bra is off he started sucking your right nipple.
you didn't want this.
you tried to tell yourself over and over again but you knew it was a lie, what kind of best friend would you be hooking up with your best friends brother.
you moaned, you couldn't help it. but you still tried to wiggle out from under him.
he stopped to take his belt off, pants, and boxers then threw them on the floor using both of his hands so you finally had an chance to say something.
"rafe stop please" you begged "sarah would never forgive you, i would never forgive you."
"i don't give a shit yn, ill do whatever the fuck i want to you and you cant do anything about it"
"rafe please stop im a virgin remember" you pleaded
"oh i remember, i'll be gentle" he said the last part sarcastically
at this point you were straight up sobbing pleading him to stop but you knew it was too late when he felt the head of his cock at your entrance.
he pushed himself into you and he wasn't gentle at all he started thrusting into at a very fast speed.
it wasn't pleasant at all it hurt like hell, he was painfully stretching you out. it was very overwhelming
“God, your so tight.” Rafe grunts, slamming into you at a rate that will leave you sore for days.
i moaned and screamed tears coming out my eyes as he kept going faster and harder.
“Be good and take me.”
As he worked you closer and closer to the end, he squeezed your neck chocking you.
he never let up on his speed or brutality
You finished around him hard and heavy, your limbs becoming pathetically weak.
As you came down from your high His hands tightened around your neck harder as he fucked himself into you, harder and harder, until he was coming, too.
part 2 ?
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who are you mad at.
topper thornton x reader (wc: 3.4k)
summary: Topper doesn’t appreciate John B’s friendship with his girlfriend. sometimes all it takes is a blowjob and a little bit of forgiveness
warnings: 18+ smut, blow jobs, mentions of blood, over possessive boyfriend
author’s note: not me actually writing something with plot lol. i cannot believe all of the support i got on my last post, thank you all! i’m know that this isn’t Rafe lol, but i hope you’ll all give it a shot!
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As a little girl, I could never understand why the sheriff and the judge always drank coffee on my grandads front porch. It took me a few years to realize that it was probably for the same reason that the judge's grandson was always so sweet on me.
Politics in a small town like Kildare run deep on family ties and favors. It's all about who's blood is running through who and who's bed you wake up in when the sun comes up. As my best friend Sarah has often laughed about, it's all about how you know or who you'll blow.
Speaking of which, Topper's zipping up the fly on his jeans, fingers fumbling as he misses the hole for the button and has to try again. His cheeks are noticeably flushed, blue eyes distracted as he fidgets with his shaggy but nevertheless, neat crop of hair. No one would expect anything less of Figure Eight's golden boy.
I can't help but smile, biting my lip in an effort to conceal it from where I'm knelt on the floor. He's stupidly pretty. Blue eyes, straight nose, chin that dimples when he smiles.
He must feel my gaze on him because he catches my eye as he's buckling his belt and looks back at me. "What?" he laughs, breaking out into a bashful smile that matches my own.
"I don't know," I say, still smiling, and accept the hand he offers to pull me to my feet.
I don't remember when exactly Topper and I stopped being friends and started actually dating. It all happened so naturally that I don't know if we ever really distinguished between the two. One day we were just friends hanging out, getting drunk at the Boneyard, and then the next week he's kissing me at a party for everyone to see, like it wasn't a big deal that my best friend was kissing me. In some ways I guess it wasn't. It had never occurred to me that I would date anyone else. Sure Topper had dated Sarah for a while, but even that was short lived, and he had always been very upfront with me about it.
"Just you, I guess," I propose, grinning wider as he circles his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.
He's dressed up nicer than usual this evening for the Carrera's anniversary party in a billowy blue and white button up and khakis. The light colors pale in comparison to his bronzed skin, a likely permanent feature that the Carolina sun has given him.
"Really?" he hums, pecking my lips as my head tilts back to look up at him. My lips purse pliantly in response. Topper brushes aside the hair from my shoulder and hums, immediately pleased with the amount of exposed skin that he is rewarded with. The tank top that I'm wearing gives him the opportunity to ghost his lips along my shoulder until he settles on placing a kiss to the crevice of my neck.
My fingers curl into the brunette roots at the base of his neck at the attention. "It's not often I get you to myself."
With Topper's mom being the overbearing mother that she was, and the pressure that came with being the Judge's grandson, it was hard to get him out of their sights. However, if either bothered him, he never confessed such qualms to me. Such reasons are also why I think he was more privy to the political concept of our relationship than I was.
I remember being sixteen when a neighbor called the cops on one of Kelce's parties well after midnight. Of course no one knew this until Shoupe and a couple of his deputies showed up, sirens blaring. Most definitely a little buzzed and close to sobbing in the backseat of Shoupe's patrol car, I couldn't understand why Topper was so calm at the time. He just kept repeating, 'Don't worry about it, baby' and 'It'll all be fine'. At the time I hadn't noticed we were the only ones not in handcuffs. I thought for sure I was going to spent the night in jail and then my parents were going to kill me the next morning. He obviously knew something I didn't because twenty minutes later the patrol car was pulling into my driveway, Judge Thornton waiting on the porch with my grandad to take Topper home. The three of them shook hands and not a word was uttered about the incident again.
Topper dips his head to capture my mouth again, his teeth catching on the pout of my bottom lip.
Pressed to the front of my body, I feel his dick twitch in interest. I'm half compelled to drop to my knees and suck him off a second time just for the hell of it. The only problem is that he's got lipstick smeared on his mouth and his shirt is wrinkled and he's going to be late.
"Topper—" I begin.
"I know—I know—I know," he stresses, leaning down to kiss behind my ear again and then my cheek. "I'm going, I'm going."
Just when he pulls back and I go to step away, he grabs my face again, drawing my mouth back for another kiss.
"Topper—"
"I love you," he mumbles quickly after what is probably his hundredth kiss. "Okay. I'm going. I'll see you in a minute."
I watch him slip out the back door of the pool house we'd escaped to momentarily. I look over at the clock. What was supposed to be a quick five minute make out had turned into nearly half an hour. Thankfully, no one had been sent to look for us — namely my friends. Besides Kie and Sarah, the boys were off treasure hunting with Big John.
With all of the craziness going on in the past week, I was glad for the occasion to celebrate and enjoy the party. The evening air is cool and people are chattering excitedly, laughing and enjoying drinks. I spot Kie with her parents as I move throughout the crowd and she waves me over with a smile. Once I’m close enough, she latches onto my arm.
“We’ve got to get out of here. Big John was kidnapped, the boys are running off to South America to save him, and my parents won’t let me out of their sight,” she whispers through gritted teeth.
“Shit,” I whisper.
“Yeah, shit,” Kie stresses.
“Okay, okay. Don’t worry, I’m on it.” Turning to her dad with the brightest smile I can muster, I link arms with Kie. Thankfully, I fit in the with standard of friends Kid’s dad wants her to have, and he seems to be thankful I hang around.
“Hey, Mr. Carrera. I’m just going to steal Kie away for a moment. I promise we’ll be right back!”
He blinks, as if thinking about it for a moment before nodding. “Okay, just stay out of trouble you two.”
“We will!” I take off, dragging her with me as soon as the words leave his mouth. We haul it through throngs of tipsy guests, dodging anyone who might think to stop us.
“Wait!” Kie yelps snagging my arm before we reach the dock. Out of breath, I skid to a stop beside her.
“What—”
“Oh God,” she breathes.
Heart racing with adrenaline, I take another step towards the dock, dragging her along with me. “Kie, whatever it is, we have to go—”
“It’s John B. He’s talking to Topper.”
Straight ahead of us, I can make out John B’s wild head of hair and dingy yellow shirt. Him being the taller of the two, I glimpse the familiar white of Topper’s shirt just in front of him. Their voices are escalating by the moment, and I can make out the sound of Topper saying, “I want to know why you’re looking for my fucking girlfriend—”
“Oh God,” I repeat this time.
“(y/n), you need to go,” Kie stresses.
I take off before she even finishes her sentence, not even excusing myself as I dash past unsuspecting guests. People have started to stare and a sizable crowd has formed around them.
“— just because she’s your girlfriend doesn’t mean she can’t have friends without you.”
Topper scoffs. “Oh I see. This is about your little treasure hunting bullshit. So you think you can just run around with my girlfriend, do whatever the hell you want with her without me knowing?”
John B shoves him backwards, hard. “That’s not true!”
“John B, stop!” I shout, shoving my way to the front of the crowd as Topper catches himself. But it’s too late, John B is already grabbing the front of Topper’s shirt and yanking him to his feet.
The thing is, it’s not that Topper can’t defend himself, he’s more than capable of holding his own. It’s that he won’t. He won’t ruin his reputation in front of half the town. All he does is sneer, breathing hard as his blue eyes glint with hate. Topper had never liked my friends, only tolerated them for my sake — up until now.
“You think I don’t know?” Topper jeers. “All you’ve ever wanted is to get with (y/n).”
That’s all it takes for John B to swing. I scream as Topper stumbles backwards to the ground. Chaos erupts around us. I see Mr. Carrera hoist Topper to his feet, and my heart clenches at the sight. Blood is leaking from his nose and a dark rouge colored ring has already begun to form around his eye. When I move forward to help him, John B grabs my arm.
“We have to go. Now.”
My feet planted into the ground, I glance down at his split knuckles, and then back at Topper. Who do I choose? My best friend or my boyfriend?
Voice strained, I turn to John B. “I can’t just leave—”
“HELLO!! Now or never, guys!” JJ is on the dock with Kiara, and Sarah. Pope and Cleo are already in the boat.
“Go!” John B urges, shoving me in front of him. With one last look over my shoulder at Topper’s bloody face, I take off running down the dock with John B behind me.
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I know he's mad before he even yanks the passenger side door open and drags me by my elbow to the car. Although his scowl and matching black eye are pretty heavy indicators, it's the stalk from the drivers side and around the front of the Jeep that tips me off.
"Get in the car, (y/n)," he barks without so much as a second glance at me.
John B and Pope glance at each other apprehensively. JJ and Kiara share similar looks.
With the passenger side door now open and Topper waiting for me to march myself over there, I hesitantly stand my ground. Anxiously, I swallow back the swell in my throat. "Go home, Top."
He throws his hands up in exasperation and shakes his head. "This—this is fucking ridiculous. Get in the car, (y/n)."
When I don't make a move either way, Cleo speaks up. "Leave her alone, man. She ain't gotta go nowhere wit' you." Her thick accent rings out loud and clear, but Topper pretends as though he doesn't hear her.
Having enough of our back and forth game, Topper strides over and grabs a firm hold of my elbow, intending to move me himself. Although I take a reflexive step backwards, I don't fight him off. At the same time, John B steps forward, ready to give Topper a black eye to match the other.
"John B, no," I immediately blurt out, twisting as best I can in Topper's grasp. "It's fine. It's fine." Sighing I turn back to Topper. "Okay," I relent. "Let's go."
We drive in silence for a while, waiting for the other to speak. I'm half hoping he won't and we'll make the entirety of the trip without uttering a word. Across the seat, we make eye contact and I scowl at him for the split second our eyes meet. Then I turn away and cross my arms with an air of defiance.
When I glance sideways at him, his jaw is clenched, eyes fixed on the road. I know him well enough to know that he's weighing out his options on what to say, determining what kind of conversation we're going to have.
He opens his mouth, starting to say something, then closes it and drags a hand over his jaw. "How many times did I call you?"
I shrug. "I don't know—"
"God dammit, (y/n). How many times did I call you!??" He slams his hand down on the console this time.
"I DON'T KNOW, TOPPER."
I do. Twenty-seven. He called twenty-seven times in addition to the missed texts and multiple question marks. I don't admit that though because it's easier to scream back at him than to admit that I was purposely avoiding his calls.
"You have got to stop hanging around with the wrong people. Start making better decisions." He's lowered his voice to a more appropriate volume now.
I glance over at him, a narrowed look on my face. "Who are you mad at, Topper?" I question. "Because I don't think it's me."
In the drivers seat, he continues to stare ahead at the road. "It's always fucking John B, isn't it. You always have to go to his rescue."
I set my jaw, knowing where his mind is and where this is going. "I didn't sleep with him, Topper."
Topper scoffs as if to make light of the situation. "Oh, for sure. You really expect me to believe that?"
"It's not like that. He's my friend."
We pull into his driveway, and Topper finally turns to me after parking the car. "Yeah? Well I'm your friend too, (y/n). You ever fucking think about that? Why do you think you're not sitting in jail right now with the rest of your so called friends?" He jabs a finger into his chest. "Me. Because I care about you!"
My back pressed up against the passenger side door, all I can do is blink in surprise. I'm not used to Topper yelling at me, and I'm not so sure I like it. I'd never thought about it that way before and guilt begins to creep into the pit of my stomach. My eyes suddenly sting and my nose burns with the threat of tears.
"I'm sorry," I whisper barley audible, my voice cracking.
Topper falls back heavily into his seat and sighs, running a hand over his face. Without a word, he gathers his keys from the truck's ignition and steps out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Teary eyed, I watch him take the steps up the porch and pace up and down the length of it while repeatedly running a frustrated hand through his hair. I get out of his truck and walk up the steps after a few minutes. Confident that he's done yelling but unsure of where we stand at the moment, I stop just short of him.
Hands in his pockets, Topper runs his gaze over me from head to toe after coming to a stop in front of me before he emits another heavy sigh and curls his hand around my jaw, forcing me to look upwards at him. "Answer me when I call you, alright?"
Nodding, I swallow under the weight of his hand as his fingers travel down to my throat. His blue eyes are focused and yet lack their usual jubilance. I nearly whine in relief when he leans down to kiss me.
He tastes fresh, like he always does, a mix between peppermint gum and mint toothpaste. The taste resonates within me a type of unspoken forgiveness that I sense is being granted as his other hand presses my body into his. I can feel the rigid outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts, and it sends my heart racing in anticipation.
The thing about Topper is that he's always been able to read me impossibly well, and so when he disconnects our mouths by using the leverage of his hand on my throat to hold me back, he chuckles airily. "Feel me? That's what you do to me, you little tease."
I paw at him, grabbing at the waistband of his shorts to pull his body closer. Topper is nearly a foot taller than me, and I have to crane my neck to look up at him.
"I'm sorry, Top."
He hums, the thumb of his hand moving to tug at the swollen pout of my bottom lip. "Are you? He's only giving me a hard time now, not even allowing me to answer before his thumb slips into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. "Going to be good for me then?"
The weight of his thumb is so soothingly familiar that I forget to respond in favor of suckling around the digit.
"Baby." He's quick to remind me, drawing his thumb from my mouth and swiping it wetly across my cheek to grip my jaw again.
My flushed cheeks forced into a pout, I nod as much as his hold on me will allow. "Mhm."
Topper glances over his shoulder, briefly surveying the closed blinds of the windows looking out on to the front porch, and then back to me.
"Alright, on your knees, pretty girl."
He doesn't have to ask twice. He's undoing his belt with one experienced hand and gathering a fist full of my hair at the back of my head with the other. Once removed from the confines of his boxers, his cock bobs at the freedom.
If there's one thing myself and multiple other girls in the Outer Banks can attest to, it's that sucking off Topper Thornton is a pleasure. I'd heard the rumors whispered around school even before we started dating. It was weird at the time, having to hear that kind of thing about my best friend, but once we started dating, I understood where they were coming from. With some guys, blowing them is an outright chore, but not Topper. He knows exactly what he's working with and how to use it.
Once again, he's heavy in my mouth. This time in a pleasurably aching way. His tip nudges the back of my throat, and I have to remind myself to relax and breathe through my nose as tears spring to my eyes. He swipes away a stray tear before it can fall.
"There you go, baby. Good."
He doesn't buck up into my throat, forcing me to gag and sputter as I try to accommodate his length — at least not this time. Topper just fists my hair and rocks slowly back and forth, eyes rolling as my throat clenches around him. My nose nearly digs into his pelvis by the time he's satisfied that his cock is nestled as far as it can get into the heat of my throat.
With the makeshift ponytail, Topper pulls almost all of the way out of my mouth before guiding himself back in. Each time the mushroomed tip kisses the back of my throat, he pulls his cock out of my mouth again. All it takes is a few good strokes before he's spilling into my mouth, moaning while I struggle to take him all. He pulls out when he's finished.
"Swallow," he instructs, tilting my jaw back so that I have but one option. Not that I would argue with him anyhow. I'm used to how he tastes, salty and strangely satisfying, His hot release slides down my throat. At first I would have wrinkled my nose at the thought of such a thing, but strangely, I've become accustomed to the taste. It's uniquely Topper, as odd as that sounds.
He helps me to my feet and plants another slow kiss to my swollen lips. I keen at the attention, my brain feeling sluggish and wishing he would just wrap his large hand around my throat again.
"I love you," he finally murmurs, pressing a find kiss to my forehead; a stark contrast to his manhandling moments before.
"Love you too."
Around us, the porch goes dark for a split second and I bolt into Topper's arms before the lights flicker back on. This repeats a few more times; long enough for us to realize that his dad is likely on the other side of the front door.
Topper groans. "Shit."
"Shit."
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hii would you be interested in writing a fic where rafe is reader’s dealer and they party together a lot but he notices her addiction getting worse and worse and starts feeling bad for being the one supplying her? i knows it’s kinda a big ask but i’ve just been thinking about it lol
╰┈➤ “you’re cut off”
warnings: sensitive topics, drug abuse, sexualising of self, mentions of bad home life.
summary: y/n’s dealer starts to connect the dots.
he swept a clammy palm over his face, sighing as he watched her stumble down the stairs for the fifth time that night, making her way over to him.
her hair was messily tucked behind her ears and her dress was in need of a readjusting. her eyes flitted around the room, pupils blown while her jaw repeatedly clenched.
he’d kept an eye on her all night, attempting to indirectly protect her from any harm. his chest tightened as he took in all these little details about her, the feeling of guilt washing over him.
y/n y/l/n, the girl once so shy, she’d failed one of her classes because she was too nervous to ask anyone for help. but now, now she was somebody else, something completely different. and he felt awful, awful because he was the one that did this to her, fronting her a bag whenever she’d had a bad day.
“hey rafe!” she beamed, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, almost embarrassed to speak the words he knew to well. “nah, you’re cut off” he stated, turning back to the half rolled blunt between his fingers.
“what do you mean i’m cut off?” she snapped, drumming her fingertips against the edge of the table. “i mean, you’re not getting anymore coke tonight y/n. not from me, not from anyone. you’ve had too much”
“what? no! i-i’m fine! see?” she almost cried, sliding into the chair next to him, leaning in to show him her ‘perfectly fine’ eyes.
she huffed when he wouldn’t budge, staring at him expectantly as she placed a trembling hand on his thigh. “rafe, please..” she whispered, pulling her lip between her teeth anxiously. “stop that, seriously, you’re not getting anything from me, don’t embarrass yourself” he spat, feigning annoyance to hopefully snap her out of this dark spiral.
tears brimmed in her eyes as she pulled away from him, leaving the table and hurrying back up the stairs almost immediately.
he sighed once more, throwing his head back against the cushioned chair. he knew she’d just try and score more upstairs, and he had to get there before she did.
hot on her tail, he jumped up the steps behind her, his eyes darting around the landing to see where she had gone. just in time, a door slamming in the corner of his eye caught his attention over the numerous drunken teens congregating around him.
pushing past the swaying bodies, he quickly turned the handle, causing her to jump slightly as he burst into the room. “get the fuck out” he snapped, gesturing towards the trio of boys huddled on the edge of the bed, counting money.
“for fucks sake rafe!” she yelled, motioning to the people now leaving the room, the only other people who could possible give her more coke.
sighing heavily, he pulled a lighter from his pocket, hastily sparking the blunt that was now in between his lips. he stared her down as he inhaled deeply, intimidating her into lowering her voice.
“that was fucked up rafe..” she whimpered, shrinking into the assortment of pillows against the headboard. “no, what’s fucked up, is your problem with drugs. that’s what’s fucked up” he exclaimed, flicking the dead ash onto the floor of the spare bedroom, perching on the opposite side of the bed.
“why do you even care?” she croaked, still jittering. “i care- i care because this isn’t you, this isn’t the y/n that used to be too scared to even look at me, and now you’re all over me, because i’ve got what you want..” not giving her a chance to explain herself, he continued. “you’re throwing your life away for a temporary fi-” she cut him off quickly. “and you’re not?” she snapped, sitting up in anger.
“that’s different”
“how!”
“because i don’t have a life outside of what i already am, i’ve always been this y/n! you-you haven’t! you could make something of yourself, yet you’re choosing not to!” he stated in exasperation, now leaning against the window.
“you wouldn’t understand rafe, how could you..” she muttered, running her fingers against the expensive material. “you don’t understand that they won’t let me!”
“who won’t let you?” he questioned, cocking an eyebrow. “my parents! sure, you probably think i could run off to some fancy college with my good grades and my good girl attitude! but that’s not true. my parents want to drag me down with them..”
“did you know they belittle me everytime i make an achievement? or that everytime i came to school with a black eye because i’d fallen off my bike, wasn’t actually because i’d fallen off my bike?”
“some people need an escape rafe! some people need to feel free from the chains of their family, or others expectations of them, and this is my only escape. the only thing that makes the condescending voices in my head shut the fuck up for a bit!” he listened intently as she rambled frantically, her hands flailing as she spoke.
his eyes widened the more she spoke, surprised at the ugly truth, or more so, that he felt like he was looking in a mirror.
y/n and rafe had created a friendship based on escaping from the harsh realities of their day to day lives, yet never bothered to look further into each others reasons why, and as it turns out, they weren’t all that different.
he moved quickly to slide into the space next to her, reaching to cradle her head as hot tears cascaded down her cheeks. “i am so sorry y/n..” he mumbled, burning a hole into the wall as he stared ahead, completely dumbfounded.
“why would you be sorry rafe?” she asked, taken aback by his sudden affection. “i’m sorry for not realising earlier, for not caring enough to find out..”
“you don’t have to be sorry for that..it’s not your problem” she whimpered, relaxing into his touch slightly.
“i’m going to take care of you, m’kay? i don’t care what it is, you need someone? you call me, alright?”
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It was Rafe Cameron's birthday, the kook prince, the boy who had everything. You had bought him the new PS5 since it just came out, with two controllers, and you made him a custom one with your nudes on it. You also bought him gift cards to his favorite place and a signed golf ball from his favorite golfer. And this morning you added one more present to the list.......a baby. You sat on the bathroom floor holding the positive pregnancy test in your hand a small smile breaking onto your face. Luckily, you and Rafe talked about kids the other day and how you both want two. You guys have been together for 8 years and both of you are 24 now and ready. Rose had also been asking about grandchildren.
You were so excited to surprise him and he was out for breakfast with Topper and Kelce so you took the opportunity to go out and buy baby clothes and an 'I love my daddy' onesie. You arrived home quickly placing the clothes in a bag covering it with tissue paper and placing the pregnancy test in a card putting it in an envelope taping it to the bag. You placed it with his other gifts then you heard the house door close signaling he was home.
"Baby!" He cheered jogging up the stairs and opening the door to your shared bedroom smiling at your figure on the bed. "Happy birthday sweetie." You got up walking over to him wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his lips. "Thank you, baby." He placed his hands on your ass pulling you closer and making you giggle. "How was breakfast with Top and Kelce?" You kissed his jaw and he tilted his head up letting you kiss down his neck. "Hm it was good missed my girlfriend though." He smiled his hands resting on your hips.
"I missed my boyfriend too." You kissed his lips playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "Y'know what I was thinking?" He asked twirling a piece of your hair around his finger. You hummed tilting your head to the side and looking up at him. "I wanna make you my wife." He whispered leaning down to kiss your lips softly making you smile into the kiss. "I want you to be my husband." Your hands were running through his hair admiring all of his features. "I love you, Mrs. Cameron." He teased pecking your nose. "I love you more Mr. Cameron." You watched as he took his shoes off and laid in bed with his arms open. "Come give the birthday boy cuddles."
You jumped into bed next to him cuddling up next to him wrapping your arm around his torso as one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other playing with your hair. "How many people are coming over later?" "About 30." He groaned turning to face you and pulling you into his chest resulting in your nose pressed against his chest not being able to breathe. You pulled away slightly rubbing his back. "I know baby but it'll be fun and I promise it'll the best birthday." "If it's not you owe me." He teased pinching your waist playfully. "Deal."
After a few minutes he fell asleep and you squirmed out of his tight grasp decorating the house for the party and baking about 70 cupcakes. It took you an hour and a half to decorate the house and you put your apron on before gathering all the ingredients for the cupcakes. While you were mixing the frosting you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and a head placed on your shoulder. "What can I do to help?" "Nothing love, there's a golf tournament on go watch it." You smiled up at him it was his birthday you weren't going to let him do anything. "Oooooo can I lick the bowl?" He picked up the bowl containing leftover cupcake batter and you giggled at his childish behavior nodding. "Of course Rafey."
A few hours later people started arriving at your house for the party and you and Rafe were currently cornered in your kitchen stuck in a conversation with Rose. "So you two have been together a long time, when can I be expecting an engagement or baby?" She took a sip of her margarita and you and Rafe looked at each other neither of you knowing what to say. "Soon," Rafe smirked making you look at him questionably.
Once everyone left you and Rafe were sitting on your back porch your legs draped over his as his hand rubbed your thigh and you guys were talking about the party and everything people said or did. “This was the best birthday thank you baby.” He kissed your cheek and you smirked knowing it wasn’t over. “I have one more surprise for you.” You giddily jumped up going upstairs to retrieve the bag with the big surprise in it. You walked back outside looking down into the bag to make sure everything was all good. “Happy” You started dropping the bag when you looked up.
“Oh my god,” You gasped hands flying to cover your mouth as you saw Rafe on one knee in front of you an opened box in his hand with the most beautiful diamond ring. “Y/N Y/L/N I love you with my whole heart I knew you were the one since we were 16. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?” “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried kneeling in front of him grabbing his face and kissing him passionately both of you pulling away tears down both of your faces. He slipped the ring onto your finger kissing you again before grabbing your hands and standing up. “It’s beautiful Rafe, absolutely gorgeous." Your hand was extended in front of you your eyes fixated on the ring as you watched it shine.
"I'm glad you love it." He wrapped his arms around you from behind massaging your hips and kissing your neck.
"I love you." You tilted your head to the side giving his more access as your hand reached behind you to play with his hair.
"I love you more." He wiped the tears from your eyes kissing your cheeks. "Alright open your gift baby. Do the envelope first!" You cheered handing him the bag and he sat down on the patio chair pulling you down to sit on his leg. He took the envelope off the bag taking the card out and his eyes widened when seeing what was inside. "You're pregnant?" He looked at you with a dopey grin on his face as you nodded happily. "You're pregnant!" He exclaimed grabbing your face and bringing you in for a kiss and you felt tears hit your nose. You pulled away to see tears falling from his eyes placing his hand on your belly.
"You're gonna be a daddy."
"You're gonna be a mommy." He got on his knees lifting your shirt and placing kisses all over your stomach. "Hi, baby I'm your daddy. I love you so much already." He whispered making you giggle and smile knowing he was going to be the best father in the world.
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The Second Husband
TW: Trophy!Husband JJ. Dom!Reader. Dom!JJ. Smut. Language. Slight angst.
SUMMARY: You attend Midsummers with JJ, which leaves you marking your territory with your new husband.
WORD COUNT: 2000
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Trophy husband!JJ never crossed my mind until now and it’s all I can think about !!!! Please please Can you wrote something for it 🫶🏽🤍
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This is just a thought but you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to 🤍 I can picture reader being a 2-3 years older than him and either her family has money or her first husband left money to her and then she remarries JJ and maybe they go to midsummers together and she feels like every woman there is flirting with him and gets jealous
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The Second Husband
"Still not too late to just spend the day in bed…" JJ teased as he nestled himself into your neck. As his ringed fingers climbed up the slit of your dress, you were tempted to allow that very thing. The words to your driver on the very tip of your tongue as you were eager for him to make good on his promises made as you saw you dressing two hours prior.
"You're gonna be shaking by the time I'm done with you baby.", "My fingerprints will be left on every single inch." "If you insist on keeping that dress on, I'm gonna keep insisting on taking it off."
"Mrs. Maybank?" Your fluttered lids shot open to the sound of the driver clearing his throat when spotting you in the rearview.
"Come on, princess, we could have those panties soaked in less than a minute." He whispered in your ear, fingers teasing the fringe of said undergarments as you presented a soft hand to his cheek.
"I don't like it when it's quick." He glared as if you'd insulted him, "I never get to get on my knees for you that way-" As you tried to leave, he took your arm and then your jaw. Passionate grasps both dominant and cautious as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
"Then you promise?"
"I vow." You winked as he followed behind you.
"Really should have put that in your vows, you know. "Will give you a blowjob every morning," You blushed as you fixed his tie.
"Could have fit right in there between the rings and "I do"." You rolled your eyes before hearing Sarah chuckle emerging from behind JJ. His height blocking her as you gave a hug and traveled in together.
"Hope you didn't pay much for that dress, princess…it's gonna be confetti by the time I'm done with it." He whispered into your ear as you entered the Island Inn, familiar faces not offering the responses you'd imagined.
You were prepared for any sour comment directed your way in regards to your marriage to JJ. Rumors making your love sound bitter and rushed to the ears of those more interested in the drama than the truth. Because of this, you wrapped your grip tighter between your already interlaced fingers as you were introduced.
"I never get tired of hearing you wear my name…" He explained while kissing your cheek as you illuminated to the shared feeling. It may not be one of grand reputation such as The Cameron's or The Carrera's, but you have made something beautiful beneath it now.
"How long do we have to stay?" He asked, leaning on the bar as you and Sarah chuckled.
"We just got here,"
He flexed a brow. "And I have more important things…" He pulled at your dress as Sarah raised her brows and acted nonchalant over the rim of her champagne.
"Well you promised me a dance when we picked out the dresses…so I'm stealing you now." You were taken to the floor with Sarah as JJ and John B watched from the sidelines. Both lovestruck men in awe of their girls. Every sway of your hips caught by his soft blue eyes. A teasing finger to his chest asking you if those moves were intended for him, making you laugh before you focused back on Sarah as Wheezie joined the dance.
It wasn't longer than five minutes before you noticed the shift around the bar. For a moment you were certain that it must have been Topper or Rafe as they were known to amass such a clique. But with John B on the side, annoyed by the sudden swarm, you realized your poor husband was being bombarded.
"Ahem!" You offered as the group parted like the Red Sea allowing you through.
"Dance with me?" He nodded nervously before you swayed upon the floor.
"I'm sorry about them. Don't listen to what they said…they are ignorant and don't know what they are talking about…"
But to this he only offered a weak chuckle.
"What?"
"Actually, they were uh…unexpected…nice… " To this confession, you watched his eyes collecting to a former friend of yours from your first marriage as she waved flirtatiously to JJ and rolled her eyes at you.
"What exactly did they say to you?"
"Nothing…" His eyes evaded yours, a symbol of his lies.
"If you want any chance of me getting on my knees or your cock being anywhere inside of me, you're gonna tell me." He blushed and confessed immediately.
"They said if I ever got…bored…that they would show me what I deserve…" You scoffed, your steps stilled, as he pulled you back into him.
"Sweetheart, I only want you…I swear to-" But you pushed yourself out of his arms.
When you returned, you found him with Sarah and John B, discussing how he never should have come. He regretted it and vowed it would be a last for him. But as you took his side again, you slipped something into his pocket.
It took him only a moment before he recognized the lace and satin combination.
"Just a little reminder of what you're risking if you take them up on their offers." He went to talk to you before you moved across the floor to talk to acquaintances. Purposely torturing him with your distance. To add insult to injury, you struck up conversation with Rafe, complimenting the way he filled out his suit, all ensuring JJ was watching you. The harmless flirtatious were not unnoticed as you sat down to dinner.
"Those panties were pretty wet, sweetheart…"
"You should feel my thighs right now…" You responded as he smirked before you were joined by the very girl who was shameless with him before. Pleasant enough conversation was made until it turned south.
"Oh My gosh, do you remember when you came here with Theo? You brought every guy here…remember? I just hope you two last…you know? Maybe…eighth times a charm?"
You began to run your fingers along JJ's neck as he was bewitched by such tracings. His hand on your knee beneath the table and clawing softly at your dress.
"JJ? Baby?" You began to clear your throat.
"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked.
"There's something wrong with my throat."
"Oh?" He reached for his drink to offer as you rejected him.
"It needs your cock in it…" Her face paled as Sarah's mouth widened with pride and JJ was helpless as you directed him from the table.
"Baby-" He spoke towards you as you drug him through the Island Inn and into the first door, a supply closet. You silenced him with a kiss.
"Oh my God…"
"JJ…take off my dress..I can't get on my knees in it…" But as he assisted with the zipper, a beautiful set of formerly unseen lingerie was set for his eyes. His thumb and pointer finger holding your jaw in a grip.
"You get to have your fun…and then it's my turn…" He threatened as you kissed his neck.
"I want my lipstick all over your cock, baby…I want you to feel it there even after you come down my throat so you remember how good I am at making you come for me…" You lowered slowly, unbuttoning his shirt in the process.
"Fuck…" He groaned as you took him in stride leaving stains of your chosen shade along his shaft.
"Just like that baby…shit…you always take me so-" His words were interrupted by the lick made between his balls. His body shivering as he grunted.
"Are you trying to make me come already? Shit, baby, let me enjoy it…"
"I want you to come right now…" You spoke breathlessly, looking up at him with tearful eyes as his mouth fell slack to how you took him.
"Shit…shit…shit…" He bowed over you, his hand wrapped around the storage shelf at your back as he hit his palm against it.
"Fuck!" He whimpered when you withdrew from him just for breathe. But he used this as a means to return your gracious favor.
"You don't make a fucking sound until I tell you to." He bent you over a nearby surface, the clutter gathered at your feet as he lowered to you from behind. Your lack of panties making him access you even easier.
"JJ-" He rose just long enough to present the panties in your mouth.
"I love you baby…But you need to learn to listen…"
He returns between your ass, a swipe from behind making you gasp.
"Two more just for making me wait." One on each cheek made you clench your jaw in bearing in until he finally quelled that pulsation between your lower lips. Your fingers wrapped tightly around this old table as you rode against him. The fabric of the panties making it possible to remain more quiet than without, as you called for him. The feeling of his smirk making your eyes roll as he lapped you up between edgings.
"Please, JJ…fuck!" You groaned, the final plea coming out guttural and angered as he replaced his tongue for two fingers. Both at once.
"There's my girl…so fucking wet…pussy singing for me…" The sound fit the raw aesthetic you two made in this moment as he continued.
"Yes, princess…show me you deserve to fucking come after teasing me…making me fucking wait…"
"Ahh! JJ!"
He tore the panties from your mouth.
"I should get to hear you when you scream my name, don't you think?" You nodded.
"Then fucking scream it!" He used the middle finger on his other hand to torture your clit as this was the final straw. The tension in your lower stomach wrapped in a tight band as you trembled for him. Chasing that high he constantly edged for you.
"Fuck…JJ…Fuuuuck…"
"He ever fuck you like this? Hmm? Any of the other assholes you brought here bend you over like this in this closet?"
"No!"
"Then I'm gonna be the first. And last." He hiked one of your legs to the table before thrusting inside of you, immediate pacing making you grip to anything you could find for stability. One ended up being the same shelf he had hit prior as another had wrapped around the back of his neck. But the minute you made contact, he gathered your hands behind your back and bent you forward.
"You don't get to come until I say…"
"I wasn't-"
"I know when my wife is about to fucking come-" He hit your ass as you yelped, a fever pitch between you as you whimpered for him.
"Please JJ…"
"Was that so hard, princess? Still begging for me?"
"Always…" He smirked into your shoulder, a playful bite left behind.
"You're gonna come for me…put that little dress back on…and then we're gonna go home so I can tie you to that fucking headboard with this stupid tie and you'll thank me for it all night..."
"Yes. YES!"
"So give me something to hold me over until then." He gave one final seat to your red cheek as you worked back into him.
"Yes sweetheart…use this cock baby…it's all fucking yours…"
"JJ…" your whimper reinstated his control as he sent you into a bounce against him. His perfect shaft hitting your most inner caverns before catapulting you to that edge.
"With me, princess. WITH me or I'm the only one who gets to come next time…" You waited until his thrusts drew sloppy and his breath was reckless before you relaxed. Settling for the rush that he strengthened by his violent thrusts.
"Don't touch s fucking thing…" He reminded as you attempted to fix your hair.
"I can't look like-"
"What? You were just fucked? It's only a walk of shame if you're ashamed…Now let me see that ass proud to be mine, sweetheart." He smacked you as he reapplied the buckle to his belt in place and led you to the car, making good on his promises. Even if he couldn't wait until you got home…
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Pretty Girl | Rafe Cameron
Warnings: cursing, smut, oral sex, sex, body shaming, Y/N being shamed by Rafe's exes
Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader
Summary: In which Rafe finds Y/N in her bedroom crying and finds out that his past lovers had been shaming Y/N which leaves Rafe heartbroken so, he decides to show Y/N how beautiful he thinks she is.
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You sat on your bed sniffling. You try not to listen to what Rafe’s exes tell you but, sometimes they just get to you. You can really only take so much of there drama. You’re only human. You took a deep breath and grabbed tissues wiping your eyes. You sighed and got up looking in the mirror at yourself.
What if they are right? You took a shaky breath and looked down at your hands. You bit your lip gently and tried not to think about it but the comments they kept throwing at you kept coming back in your mind. As you were trying not to think about it, you herd someone knock on the window making you jump. You looked to the window to see your boyfriend Rafe at the window with a smile.
You smiled weakly while you opened the window for him. Rafe saw and could tell you were upset and his smile faded, his eyes now full of worry. “What’s wrong Angel?” He asked as he pulled you into his arms. “I- uh-” You stuttered, hesitant on telling him. “Baby come on.. please tell me. You can tell me anything and everything.. you know that..” He said cupping your face with his hands. You sighed and looked down.
“Well.. some of your exes were talking to me today..” You whispered. “I- of course they were.” He huffed. “What foolish shit did they tell you today?” He asked. “They uh-” You said and tears started to fill your eyes again. “Baby, what did they say to you?” Rafe asked concerned. “They basically told me that.. I didn’t deserve your affection and.. pretty awful stuff about my body and uh.. my personality and they basically just attacked any place they could..” You whimpered and a tear rolled down your cheek.
“I’m gonna kill her..” Rafe growled. “Baby.. all that shit they said to you, it isn’t true.. you are.. so fucking gorgeous in every way possible, and you are the kindest person I’ve ever met..” Rafe said and cupped your face. “I am so fucking in love with you, you mean so much to me baby..” He said. You sniffled a little looking at him. “What did you just say?” You asked. You swore you just herd him say he loves you, the two of you had not started to say ‘I love you’ to eachother yet since the relationship was still new.
“That… I’m in love with you..” He smiled. You smiled and bit your lip. “Really..?” You said smiling. “Yeah… I love you baby..” Rafe smiled. “I- I love you too Rafe..” You said smiling. He pulled you in for a kiss. “But still.. don’t listen to the shit they said to you. They are just dirty, nasty sluts..” Rafe huffed. “You are my world.. I could never want more than you, you are the only person I will ever want, no one else.” He said.
“Actually..” Rafe said. “What..?” You looked at him confused. “Why don’t I just show you how much I love you..” Rafe said then leaned in and kissed you passionately. You put your hands through his hair. He picked you up and carried you to your bed before gently placing you down on the bed. Rafe pulled your dress off leaving you just in your bra and thong now.
“So fucking beautiful..” Rafe said as he got on top of you to kiss you. Rafe then began to kiss down your jawline, then he started to kiss down your neck, surly leaving marks. He left a trail of wet kisses going down to your breasts.
You arched your back so Rafe could unclip your bra and that is just what he did. He tossed your bra to the floor as his mouth latched onto your left nipple and he thumbed the right. You let out a quiet gasp and whimpered quietly. Rafe then switched doing the opposite to the other nipple.
Rafe kissed down to your stomach. He began to leave wet kisses on your stretch marks making you smile a little. “My pretty girl..” Rafe mumbled as he kissed along your stretch marks. He then kissed lower getting to the place you wanted him most. Rafe pulled tapped your hip signaling you to raise your hips and you did so. Rafe tugged off your thong tossing it to the floor before removing his own shirt.
Rafe kissed up your inner thighs slowly. You rested your head on the pillow biting your lip. He finally had reached your core. He licked a long strip up your pussy making you gasp. Rafe then dived in and began to eat you out.
You gasped again and began to moan out as Rafe sucked on your clit. You reached down and put your hands through his soft hair. Rafe slid one finger inside of you, pumping it in at a steady pace as he flicked your clit around with his tongue.
You moaned out louder and threw your head back. After a few minutes Rafe put a second finger into you, pumping them into you fast. “I- fuck!” You moaned out as he fingered you and sucked on your clit. You felt your high approaching and he continued to finger you and eat you out.
“I- fuck I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out arching your back. “Cum on my fingers Angel..” Rafe said against your pussy. You felt a wave a pleasure wash over you as you came on his fingers. Rafe pulled his fingers out of you and began to unbutton his pants. He pulled down his pants along with his boxers.
Rafe took out a condom, putting it on his cock before he positioned himself before thrusting into you making you gasp loudly. Rafe began to thrust into you but, this time he was gentle. You moaned out as you locked your legs around his hips. Rafe pinned your arms over your head as he kept going at the same pace.
“God I love you y/n..” He said. “I love you too Rafe..” You said with a warm smile before letting out a moan. “P- please go faster..” You whined. Rafe obeyed your wishes and sped up the pace making you moan out louder. You could feel your high approaching. “Fuck Rafe I’m close!” You moaned out. “So am I.” He groaned. The two of you were a moaning mess.
“I- fuck.. Rafe I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out. “Come on.. cum for me baby.” Rafe groaned. A loud moan tore through your throat as you saw stars and came on his cock. A few minutes later Rafe came too and pulled out of you.
He took the condom off tossing it into the garbage then laid beside you. You smiled and snuggled into him. Rafe held you close to him. “I love you baby..” You said tiredly. “I love you too angel..” Rafe smiled and kissed your head. You giggled softly and yours eyes slowly fluttered shut as you fell asleep in Rafe’s loving arms.
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"Gators?" Rafe spat. "You don't-- I-- the fuck?"
Ruby nodded tearfully.
"You fed my father to the gators?!" Rafe yelled. He sounded anguished, pained. Tears began to spill down Ruby's cheeks.
Rafe stood there a second, staring at the blood as the puddle reached his shoes. "Shit," He said, his voice hollow. "My shoes." He made no motion to move, though.
It was like he was just a shell of who he used to be, now that he knew what'd really happened to Ward Cameron.
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Ruby hadn't left the room since Rafe had found out. She hadn't seen anyone, not even Rafe himself. He left her meals on the bedside table while he slept, and that was it. No note, no presence in the bed beside her. Ruby ached to see JJ, to just know that Rafe hadn't done something to him.
There was a soft tap on her window at two-thirty about five days after she admitted to getting rid of Ward. Ruby had shot out of bed, only to see P4L in dark paint over one of the panes. It was gone by the next morning and her breakfast wasn't as good as it normally was.
One afternoon, Ruby sat bolt upright. It was raining, masking the sound of Rafe's footsteps. He looked awful. His face and shirt were covered in blood, his knuckles were bruised and bloodied.
It didn't look like any of the blood was his.
"Ruby," He said curtly. Ruby swung her legs off the bed and followed him into the bathroom.
"Rafe, what the hell?" She asked, her voice scratchy from disuse.
"It's nothing. Go back to bed."
"Rafe--"
Rafe's palm shot out, slamming against the side of Ruby's face. She slammed into the tile wall, letting out a cry as she slid down into a crumple on the floor. "Look, Ruby. You wanna ask questions, I'll give you the same treatment. You wanna stay treated like a princess, then shut your damn mouth."
Ruby whined, cradling her swelling cheek. She'd bit her lip, and blood trickled down her chin.
"Y' gonna shut up now?"
Ruby nodded, sniffling.
"Good," Rafe hauled her to her feet. "Shower or bed?"
Ruby swallowed, her throat full of bubbling sobs. "B-Bed."
"Too bad," Rafe said, working his fingers at the tie on her pajamas. "I want to fuck you in the shower."
Something snapped inside Ruby as Rafe slipped his hand up her shirt and she slapped him. Rafe chuckled incredulously as Ruby's palm burned.
"You're gonna start hittin' me now? Do I look like some bitch that you can shit on?" Rafe grabbed Ruby's wrist.
"Don't touch me!"
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Ruby's knees burned, her thighs ached, her throat was aflame, and she'd been filled without consent more times than she could count.
"Fucking slut," Rafe murmured, pulling on some clean clothes. "Next time, I won't go so easy."
As soon as Rafe was gone, Ruby started to cry. Hard, earth-shattering sobs left her tiny body as she laid on the bed naked. That's why she didn't notice when the window opened.
"Shit, Ruby," The voice whispered. Ruby cracked an eye as Sage threw a blanket over her.
"Sa-Sage?" Ruby asked, blinking up through teary eyes.
"C'mon, let's get you dressed then get the hell out of Dodge," Sage muttered, rummaging through the dresser.
"I-I can't leave," Ruby hiccupped, scared she'd start crying if she spoke any louder. "He-He'll kill J-JJ."
"Shit," Sage tugged on her hair. "Okay. Um... we gotta get JJ out first then. Take this." She held out a phone. Ruby took it with shaking hands.
"Got no password. You ever need me and you can't wait, call John B. He'll know what to do, alright? He's got JJ's gun."
👀 SPENCER DON’T LEAVE ME HANGING I NEED MORE
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what arguing with rafe cameron is like.. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
authors note: request found here, i actually wrote this awhile ago and thought it was perfect for this!
warnings: established relationship
“rafe!” you whine, the tears collecting in your lashline. “are you even listening to me?” you yell out, stomping your foot against the floor when he just rolls his eyes, he was hardly paying attention which only ceased to upset you more. you think to yourself, ‘who could blame you?’ he was just so mean. it was too much for your brain as well as to your sensitive heart.
“what do you want me to say? huh?” he grumbles, he's trying to control himself from just up and leaving back to the party downstairs in tannyhill, he really is. he thought the whole thing was ridiculous. you, throwing a tantrum at him because some girl was in your eyes, way too touchy when he was pushing product, saying she didn’t have to touch his hand for the little baggie as long as she did.
but to you it was so much more than two extra seconds. you saw how she always giggled in a corner with her friends when he was around, liking every single post on his instagram expect for the ones with you in them, even commenting little things in most. always lowering her top and pushing up her tits before applying a new coat of lipstick when she was heading his way.
but to him, rafe had decided long ago you were the one for him. you were the one that he was going to take care of, the one he was going to love and pump full of cameron babies so that one day you could be his little housewife.
so, what was the big deal?
“can't just.. can't just freak out on me like that, alright? got business shit to take care of and you cannot be latching onto me just because you think some.. some coked up chick is gonna make a move, okay?” he stresses, walking closer to you now.
when you let out a small whimper in response, he freezes just a little, seeing you let your head fall as you look down at your heels, feeling stuck in what to reply because really — you didn't want to argue with him. you hated it more than anything. you wanted to be good for him, you just hated seeing the sight of some random girl cuddling up to him.
rafe sucks in a deep breath and sighs, biting his lip. he wasn't going to continue trying to sweep this under the rug, downplaying it when it was clear that this was important to you. so, he clenches his fist and tongues at his cheek, and starts nodding to himself. “yeah.. uh. yeah, alright- okay. fine.” he admits, thinking to himself too how he would react if some dude was creeping up in his girls space.
“just want you to understand me rafe," you say softly. the tears that collected in your eyes now freely falling. "i know, i know.. i'm sorry okay? i understand baby.. i do.” he coos, walking closer and sitting you down at the edge of his bed, squatting in front of you.
“hey, hey look at me.” he says while moving his left hand to your cheek, stroking it softly— one of your favorite things rafe did. “im.. i'm sorry, baby. i'm sorry. should've been more.. nice to you.”
you sniffle, leaning your head into his cheek. “oh rafey.. was just.. was just so upset and i took it out on you.. i'm sorry papi, .. am i.. am i bad?” you mewl, mascara dripping down your face. your emotions were really catching up to you. it was all mushing up together, making you feel all overwhelmed.
“no, no baby, you're good. you're good, doll. just take in a few breathes alright? you're fine..” rafe whispers, wiping your tears and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “say it with me doll.. can you do that for me baby?” he speaks softly, smiling at you.
“i'm good. i'm good,” you whisper back, nodding. “there you go baby, just relaxx, doll.” he prompts, dragging out the x's. “we're fine, alright? no chick is gonna steal me away from you, 'kay?” he speaks while pulling strands of your hair behind your ear. “i'll finish up selling and you can cling on my arm ‘till im done. alright, baby?”
“mm, mhm” you mumble with a cheeky smile.
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After Party {Rafe Cameron & JJ Maybank}
Warnings: cursing, threesome, oral sex, mentions of drinking
Pairings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader x Rafe Cameron
Summary: your boyfriends Rafe and JJ decide that after a Christmas party that the three of you should celebrate Christmas Eve by having sex.
Requested: yes
Word Count: 1.3k
a/n: dude I cannot believe that there is 2 days before Christmas
You were just dancing in between your two favorite boys JJ and Rafe. The three of you were tipsy but you were having the time of your lives. You giggled and since JJ was behind you, you pulled him over so your back was pressed against his chest and giggled as you started to grind your ass against him.
JJ smirked and just held onto your hips. You giggled and reached up to put your hands through his hair. Rafe looked at the two of you, obviously jealous. You noticed and giggled then pulled Rafe over and kissed him, still grinding against JJ.
Rafe felt better when you kissed him and he put his hand on your neck at the two of you kissed. Rafe bit your lip a little so he could slide his tongue into your mouth. You were just dancing there in the middle of the room, grinding on JJ and tongue kissing Rafe but you didn't care who watched.
JJ gently pulled you by your hair making you break the kiss with Rafe. Rafe shot a glare to JJ and JJ just smirked at him before kissing you. You smiled into the kiss. You could feel peoples eyes on you but you didn't care. You got to be with the two hottest guys in Outer Banks.
"I think we should get going, do you two agree?" Rafe asked smirking. You and JJ looked at eachother knowing what Rafe was getting at.
"I think we should too." JJ said. You smirked a little and decided to mess with them a little by acting clueless.
"Why would we leave? We are having fun here." You giggled.
"Yeah but we could have more fun at home." JJ said with a smirk.
"How so?" You asked with a giggle.
"By taking you home and ripping all your clothes off then giving you the best sex of your life." Rafe whispered in your ear.
"I-" You whimpered biting your lip. You fucking loved the idea of that.
"So what do you say kitten? Should we go home?" JJ asked.
"God yes please." You whimpered. Rafe and JJ smirked then walked out of the party with you. They took you to the truck and Rafe got in the drivers seat. JJ lifted you up so you could get in the car. You sat in the middle then JJ said beside you.
Rafe buckled your seatbelt for you then drove off.
*.:｡ ✿*ﾟ'ﾟ･
The three of you walked inside the house and immediately Rafe's lips were on yours. You smiled into the kiss and put your hands through his soft hair. Then JJ pulled you away from Rafe and turned you to face him then kissed you passionately.
"Hey man! I was kissing her first." Rafe said and pulled you back over to him.
"You got to make out with her at the party." JJ said pulling you back to him.
"You got to eat her out before we left for the party." Rafe huffed pulling you back to him again.
"Yeah well you got to finger her while she was showering earlier." JJ said pulling you back to himself once again.
"Boys, boys." You said. Rafe and JJ both looked at you.
"Why fight over me? There is plenty of me to go around." You said with a smirk. JJ and Rafe looked at eachother then back at you then smirked.
"Ok then what are we waiting for? Let's go." Rafe said as he threw your over his shoulder.
"I- eep!" You giggled. Rafe carried you upstairs and JJ followed. Rafe brought you into the bedroom and gently tossed you onto the bed making you squeal. You watched as JJ and Rafe stripped in front of you. You bit your lip watching them.
They were so fucking hot.
JJ and Rafe finished taking off their clothing and tossed them to the floor. They were now both naked and the walked over to the end of the bed. You sat up on your elbows and looked at them.
"It's you're turn to strip now, pretty girl." Rafe said with a smirk.
"Alright.." You giggled and you were about to start taking your clothes off but they stopped you.
"No no.. baby let us strip your clothes off for you." JJ said with a smirk. You giggled and let them as they got started. Rafe pulled off your fitted black mini skirt while JJ pulled off your Santa themed tube top. Then Rafe pulled off your knee high black heeled boots.
You had gone for a sexy Santa outfit for the part since it fit with the Christmas theme.
You were now laying there in your white lacy bra and matching panties. They smirked, their eyes scanning all over your body. You giggled and sat up and reached behind to unclip your bra then just let it slide off your body. They stared at you basically drooling as you then took off your panties teasingly.
"Well? Are you guys just going to stand there and stare or fuck me?" You giggled. They loved it when you were this bold with them. They both got onto the bed and you started making out with JJ while Rafe kissed your neck then after a few minutes the two boys switched, Rafe making out with you and JJ kissing your neck.
"Fuck... please just fuck me already." You whimpered.
"So needy." Rafe said with a smirk.
"Be patient baby." JJ said.
"Maybe I don't want to be patient." You said with a smirk. Right when you said that Rafe grabbed your throat making you whimper.
"Well you're going to be patient or we will have to punish you, got it?" Rafe asked. You nodded.
"Words princess." JJ said.
"I understand.." You said.
"Good girl." Rafe said. Rafe kissed down your stomach and spread your legs. JJ kissed your neck, surly leaving marks, as Rafe kissed up your inner thigh before diving in. You gasped and moaned out as he sucked on your clit.
You were close but Rafe pulled away from your pussy making you whimper.
"Why did you stop?" You whimpered.
"So we can fuck you senselessly." Rafe said with a smirk. You giggled and bit your lip loving the sound of that. Everyone moved so now JJ was laying down. You got on top of JJ and sunk down on his cock. JJ and you both let out a soft moan.
JJ sat up and kissed you passionately while thrusting up into you. Rafe got behind you and thrusted into your ass making you gasp into the kiss. The two boys were thrusting into at the same pace, slowly speeding up.
JJ broke the kiss and started kissing your neck. Rafe grabbed your hair and gently tugged your hair so you were looking up at him now. Rafe, still fucking you, leaned down and kissed you roughly. You were moaning into the kiss and you felt a familiar knot bubbling in your stomach. You broke the kiss again.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" You yelled.
"Come on, cum for us baby girl." JJ said.
"Yeah come on baby, cum for us." Rafe said slapping your ass before he sped up. JJ sped up too and started rubbing your clit. You're legs began to tremble and a scream tore through your throat as you came hard. After a few thrusts Rafe came, shooting his load into your ass then JJ came in your pussy a few minutes later.
The two boys pulled out of you and you laid down. JJ and Rafe laid down on either side of you smiling.
"I love you guys.." You said with a giggle.
"We love you too pretty girl." Rafe said.
"So fucking much." JJ said as he kissed your cheek making you giggle more.
"That was a good way to celebrate Christmas eve." You giggled.
"We will have to celebrate again on Christmas morning." Rafe said with a smirk.
"Agreed." JJ said smirking.
"Yeah.. and maybe Christmas night too." You said with a wink then giggled.
a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this story! feel free to request!
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could i please request a drabble with the "i hate everyone but them" with rafe or barry (or both) or topper, or really any obx character that you think would fit the bill? i am obsessed with your writing, that trope, and outerbanks and think it would be perfect
Thank you so much, baby xoxo
Author's Notes: If you give me option for Rarry, I will pick them every time. This somehow turned into a "Tease Rafe" fest...so...sorry if it got out of hand...I think it came back around. Let me know what you think if you have a moment. If you requested this - I hope you love it xoxo
Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Smutty- ish * (daddy kink, biting/ marking, so much teasing, poly-relationship, dom! barry, tiny bit of jealousy? unprotected sex - please use protection, your choice which!)
Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!
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If he could have, Barry would have left the Outer Banks years ago. If he had the foresight to what would have been coming his way when he arrived here, he probably would have never hitched a ride and let his roots grow.
He hated it here. At best he tolerated it. The people were stuffy and there was always something going on. Some sort of drama that he wanted no part of. The sense that the other shoe would drop was lurking around every corner, and he hated it. He never knew what to expect.
He was thankful for two people in his life that made the OBX seem less hellish, especially in the suffocating Summer. He couldn't believe he had been so lucky to have two people love him the way they did.
Barry was outside, just tidying up the yard for the first time in a few weeks. The Summer had been so hot. A stifling, almost unbearable heat that no one wanted to do anything outside. It was the first day in a long time that he made his way outside to kick around some of the branches and leaves that had fallen from the tree that shaded over the little hut they called home.
The windows of the small home were open, allowing the soft end of Summer breeze make it's way through the house and refresh the air within. As Barry made his way around the back of the house, near the bedroom they all shared, he halted as he heard a familiar giggle of Her.
"Rafe, don't!" Her laughed echoed over the property and into Barry's chest. He walked closer to the window at the back of the house and took a peak inside. He breathed out a smile as he saw his lovers rolling around on the bed together, as naked as he left them, tangled in sheets.
"I can't bite?" Rafe muttered as his hands disappeared beneath the sheets to pull her thighs up around his hips, his face buried in the crease of her neck.
"You leave big marks, baby." She breathed out as her nails pulled down his back to leave marks of her own.
Barry would never deny that he was usually the jealous type. If he was with someone then that person was hard-pressed to get time by themselves. He had a tendency to be a bit controlling, he knew that. So when the opportunity presented itself for him to be in a "throuple" he was beyond hesitant. He wasn't sure he had the capacity to share that love with two other people. He was afraid he would get jealous when it was just the two of them, and not him. But the deeper he got, the more he realized he loved being wrapped in the arms of two people. Or watching them together.
There was nothing he loved more than watching the two people he loved please each other, scream for each other while they begged for him to join them.
"You let Him bite. Why can't I?" Rafe growled as he pulled his face up from her neck and licked his lips, his weight held on his forearms.
Rafe Cameron, on the other hand, was a jealous son of a bitch who would never admit it. He would never admit that even if it turned him on, he was jealous when it was just Barry and Her rolling around in bed together. It made Rafe jealous that Barry could sink his teeth into her skin, and he couldn't. He was too rough, lost control in the heat of the moment too often.
"You know why, Country Club." Barry stated firmly as he tapped his knuckles firmly on the window frame to get their attention.
"Daddy, come in here with us." Her smile was wide as she turned over in Rafe's arms then crawled towards the open window behind the bed. She trailed her fingertips down the screen of the window as she sat pretty and naked in front of him, her neck covered in his own soft bite marks and a few of Rafe's harsher ones.
"Be there in a second. Don't let him bite you like that. Put him in that choke hold I taught you." Barry grinned sending her a wink, placing his palm flat on the dirty window screen before he walked away. As he brushed his hands on the legs of his coveralls his smile grew as he heard Rafe's yell through the open window.
Don't, baby! Ah - fuck! Why did he teach you this!
Barry made his way into the house once more, his lover's play fighting in the bedroom getting a little louder and a little closer. He washed his hands in the kitchen sink then took his time walking down the hall. He leaned against the door frame of their bedroom and breathed out a laugh when he found them tangled in bed again.
"Woman, what are you doing to him? That's not the move I taught you." Barry laughed, his hands in his pockets as his eyes scanned them on the bed.
She was perched on top of Rafe who laid on his back with his hands behind his back. She straddled the small of his back, sitting on his hands with one of her hands rooted in his hair as the other reached forward, walking across his chest.
"Came up with a new one." She smirked over at him as she gave Rafe's hair a pull, making him groan. Barry breathed out a laugh as he walked over to the bed, his hands resting on the edge of the mattress as he leaned over to be near her lips.
"You know, I think he likes it more than you think he does." Barry mumbled as reached a hand up to push some of her messy hair off her face.
"Dude, get her off me. She's stronger than she looks." Rafe groaned as he struggled under their girl, his neck strained to see what was going on above him.
"C'mon, Country Club. Seen you take down dudes bigger than her. You can do it." Barry taunted as he pushed himself off the bed, and rounded the mattress as he unzipped his coveralls.
"I don't wanna hurt her." Rafe breathed out, his response shaky and he clenched his fists underneath her as he turned his face, pressing his cheek against the sheets.
"You won't hurt me, baby." She cooed as she pulled her nails down his back to make him shudder.
"And if you do hurt her, I'll kill you." Barry grunted as he pulled his tank top over his head, and dropped it to the floor. He stepped out of his coveralls then crawled into bed with his lovers, kneeling beside their girl and Rafe while he squirmed.
Barry inhaled sharply as he saw the raised skin on her backside, the distinct mark of Rafe's teeth marked into her sweet skin. He shook his head as he leaned forward and grabbed the finely sculpted jawline of the boy face down on the bed as he whined.
"Left some nasty marks on our girl there, Baby Boy." Barry stated firmly, his eyebrows knit together as he scanned Rafe's face before he zeroed in on the exaggerated pout he wore.
God, he couldn't handle a bit of teasing. Even from Her, and she was the nice one in their relationship.
"M'sorry." Rafe muttered as he tried to pull his face out of Barry's grip, his feet kicked up behind him to try and knock the girl off of him as gently as he could.
"Be gentle. Got it?" Barry ordered as he removed his grip on Rafe's handsome face, but pointed his index finger menacingly at him.
"Understood." Rafe nodded his breath so heavy with anticipation, frustration, he thought he might pass out.
"C'mere, woman. Let the man catch his breath." Barry smirked as he sat up on his knees and held his hand out of for the woman still perched so pretty on top of Rafe's back. When she took his hands, her body turned towards him, Barry tugged her off of Rafe and into his arms.
"You smell like sweat and dirt." She whispered, her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly as he placed her in his lap.
"Thought that's what you liked about me. That, and I keep this one in line for us." Barry nodded over her shoulder towards Rafe who was slowly sitting upright, pushing his hands through his hair with a huff.
"I help, too." She replied with a quick look over her shoulder at Rafe before she turned back to Barry and tugged at his hair, pulled back and falling out by the second.
"Got a different technique than me, but yeah." Barry chuckled as he ran his calloused fingertips down her soft spine and watched intensely as her eyes closed, and her hips rocked in his lap.
"But yours is the best." She shivered as she pressed her own fingertips to his jawline, her forehead dropped to his as she bounced in his lap a little.
"Think so?" Barry muttered as he held on to her hips as she rolled them in little circles. He could feel Rafe's eyes on them, the jealousy rising in the younger man and mingling with the frustration.
"Yes, Daddy." She whispered as she wrapped her hand around the necklace that hung low on his chest.
"Baby Boy is a little jealous. You look so pretty bouncin' in my lap, but all he got was his hands behind his back." Barry teased as he pressed one of his hands flat against her back as the other lazily beckoned a sour looking Rafe over to them.
"Not jealous." Rafe grumbled as he propped himself up on the pillows next to Barry, propped against the wall under the window. He let their girl reach her hand out to him, her hand over his heart as she shifted in Barry's lap.
"You are, baby. Don't be. I love you both." She whispered, eyes wide as Barry reached between them to guide her down onto his manhood that had been pressing at her entrance.
She gasped as Barry settled inside of her completely, releasing a throaty groan of his own. She wrapped one arm around Barry's neck to bring his head down to her shoulder as the other hand slowly walked up Rafe's chest to his handsome face, and thumbed at bottom lip.
"Kiss me. Don't pout, or I'll sit on your hands again." She breathed out with a smile as she ran the pad of her thumb over Rafe's bottom lip while she followed the rhythm Barry created for her.
"Had your fun. Gonna put your hands behind your back next." Rafe growled as he bit at the tip of her thumb, then surged forward to kiss her lips. She gasped into his mouth as Barry hit that sweet spot inside of her and Rafe couldn't help but moan, too.
"So pretty. Does it feel good, sweetheart?" Rafe breathed as he reached for her hair and gave a soft tug. He watched as her eyes rolled back, Barry's groan bouncing off the bare walls of the house as she circled her hips a little wider, a little faster.
Days when it was just the three of them together, nothing but their love surrounding them, were seldom these days. It seemed there was always a problem around a corner for them to face, but Rafe knew they could face it together.
"Love you." She whispered as she tugged at the gold chain around his neck to bring him in for a kiss.
"Love you, too. Both of you." Rafe grunted as he pressed his lips to hers over Barry's shoulder.
Barry groaned with his release, pulling her off of his lap to rest her on her back as he leaned into Rafe. As he released a heavy breath he took a few seconds to recover, and take in his surroundings.
He fucking hated the Outer Banks. Big houses with fake people inside them at the centre of the island, while people on the outskirts starved trying to make ends-meet. But the people in his bed? He hated everyone but them. He loved them. He would die for them.
"Alright, woman. Get up. Teach you how to put Baby Boy in that choke hold again." Barry smirked, his bottom lip tucked under his silver tooth as he extended his hand to the girl to pull her up once more.
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Good Luck Charm |Rafe Cameron blurb|
SUMMARY: rafe gets hurt at a game that y/n wasn’t able to go to, she drops everything to go be by his side
PAIRING: football!rafe x college!y/n
WARNING: swearing, injury, depression
It was the second game of Rafe’s that Y/N had missed, out of his four years of college. The first one had been because her car had been in the shop and had no way of getting to Clemson by 1pm. This time was because she had her law practice final before the real once next week, and with her C- in the class she desperately needed to go to the study session.
Rafe had assured her each time that she called that it was okay. There would always be next game, it wasn’t anything special. And after six frantic calls and four texts, Rafe had finally convinced Y/N that it was okay.
Sitting there in the library Y/N was trying to focus, but he phone just wouldn’t stop buzzing. Y/N had flipped her phone over in order to ignore the texts coming through, the football girlfriend group chat had been blowing up the second the game started.
“Ms. Y/L/N please silence your phone. The buzzing is distracting the other students.”
Y/N blushed and muttered a quick sorry to her Professor. Turning over her phone to see multiple texts from the girlfriends, her mom, and even Wheezie.
Why would Wheezie be texting now? She had already promised the girl that she would come over after her practice exam to go to the movies with her.
Sneezie: sos
Sneezie: y/n pick up your moms call
Sneezie: Rafe got hurt, please call your mom
“Fuck.”
The words came out of her mouth before the professor shushed her again. Packing up her notebooks and laptop she rushed out of the study session without giving any reason to the professor.
“Mom, what happened? I already left and I can head to him and be there in five hours.”
Y/N was talking to her mom on the phone rushing back to her room. Quickly packing a bag, planning to stay as long as Rafe needed. Putting her mom on speaker as she practically flew around her room.
“Honey, it was on the tv they took him off the field on a stretcher and everything. I just need you to drive safe. Rafe would be so upset if you got hurt rushing to him.”
Tears threatened to fall from the girl’s eyes. The time she couldn’t be there was the time he had gotten hurt, the guilt was filling her. When she had gotten into her car accident Sophomore year he had been by her bedside instantly. Staying until he made sure that she was able to go home and be alone.
With her driving Y/N was able to go to get to the hospital that the permedics had taken Rafe too. When she had gotten to the floor he was on, her eyes were drawn to the few Clemson football players who had trickled in after the game. They had to visit their quarterback to make sure he was ok. Turns out the refs had called foul, a linebacker from Alabama had ran before the whistle blew and grabbed Rafe by his face mask, before pulling his helmet to the side and then straight to the ground.
The quarterback had been startled by the move and his knee twisted and head hit the ground, hard, with the weight of the Alabama player on top of him. The snap in his knee could practically be heard across the field while a fight on the field started between the players. Flags being thrown left and right before he had been carted off the field.
“Concussion, and torn ACL.”
All Rafe heard was that he was going to be out for the rest of the season. He could practically see his NFL career dying in front of his eyes, and his fist punched the hospital bed he was sitting on.
“Fuck.”
“Easy there, killer. Don’t want to hurt your throwing hand.”
The soft, sweet voice he loved so much came from the doorway. Rafe could’ve cried from the sight of her standing there before him. The only good thing to have happened to him today was seeing his girl in person today.
“Baby-“
Rafe’s voice cracked before tears fell from his eyes. Rafe didn’t usually cry often, but when he did, Y/N knew he was struggling. Dropping her overnight bag by the side of his hospital bed, she crawled in next to him on his hospital bed. Careful to avoid his bad knee and not wrap her arms around him too tight.
His head fell to her shoulder and his eyes squeezed shut, tears falling onto the hoodie she was wearing.
“There goes everything, the scouts won’t be able to see me the rest of the season and I’ll have to go-and work at Cameron Development. Fuck.”
“Babe, that’s not gonna happen. Even if it did, Wheezie would be happy to have you back in the house.”
Y/N tried to make light of the situation that was for sure causing him to struggle internally. Y/N was selfishly glad that he was in one piece, despite the damage done to his body.
“It’s my Senior year, Y/N. With the five games I’m missing I’ll have to kill myself at the Combine to even get looked at.”
She gently moved his face so she could meet his beautiful, blue eyes. Tears still streaming down his face, her thumb catch the stray tears before placing a soft kiss on his lips.
“You’ll be fine. Regardless of what happens. I’ll be by your side.”
Although Rafe knew it was stupid, this tiny voice in the back of his mind had made it seem like Y/N would leave him is he wasn’t successful. She had constantly reassured him that it would never happen, NFL career or not.
He had seen the rocky relationships play out amongst his other teammates. Either the girl wanted the piggyback off the success of the guy, or his teammates weren’t willing to put in the effort or communication it took to maintain a healthy relationship.
There were plenty of days when Rafe and Y/N couldn’t talk, but he always managed to shoot her a quick text at night before he went to bed, just to let her know he was thinking about her all day.
“You gonna be my stay at home nurse?”
Rafe was distracting himself at this point. He knew that the hospital would be squeezing him for emergency surgery in a few hours and his father had ignored his text about the surgery. Sarah would be coming tomorrow and bringing Wheezie with her, and he couldn’t wait to see his baby sisters.
“I have a feeling you’ll be a really shitty patient.”
Y/N thought about the one time Rafe had gotten his wisdom teeth out and ignored every recovery rule the doctor had told him. Not only did he go to football practice the next day, but he had ignored only eating soft foods. Then complaining about how his jaw hurt. She had just rolled her eyes and told him in was his own fault. He had gotten himself into this situation on his own.
But this time it was different. Rafe hadn’t done anything, he was just playing any other game and it came out of nowhere. It could happen to anyone of his guys or even him. If not now, then when? What if over the years he would progressively get CTE and lose it?
Y/N could see his mind reeling. No amount of kisses could calm him from the own destruction of his own mind. It was the kind of thinking that usually led him down a spiral of his old habits. His old addictions. But however the surgery went, they would get through it. Together.
“Just…don’t leave me. Please.”
“Never.”
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heyy! can you do an angsty one where rafe and the reader are “friends,” for a long time, they’ve been in the same friend group and she’s been with love with him for a while now, and he knows and uses that for his advantage. she always does stuff for him, help him whenever he needed and more, and he treats her pretty badly/rudely in return. their friends (top n kelce,) always try to tell him to stop and more and finally she’s had enough she confronts him and show how much he was actually draining her, and he acts like he doesn’t care but he does realize what he was doing, but meanwhile he’s reflecting on his actions, y/n is getting closer to jj? thanks lol the end is up to you. love u and ur fics <3
a/n: hi love! im so sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope you love it!! it took me forever to finish hahaha but i loved writing it!
Warnings: swearing, underage drinking
my writing
pretty damn lucky - rafe cameron
You sigh as you pull Rafe's fresh sheets from the dryer, breathing in the scent of the detergent mixed with the scent of him. He and the boys had way too much to drink last night, which resulted in Rafe getting sick all over his bed when they got home. You had stripped his sheets immediately and put them in the wash, then made a makeshift bed for Rafe on the floor with all of his blankets.
He had grunted at you in return for all your work, collapsing down on the floor and passing out before you could even say goodnight to him.
You had washed the sheets once again this morning when you woke up, then stuck them in the dryer and waited on them.
Topper groans on the couch as you pass him on your way to Rafe's room. You stop and chuckle, watching as he hesitantly opens his eyes.
"Oh, fuck," Topper grumbles as he sits up, clutching his head.
"I think you guys brought the bar home with you."
He glances up, eyes meeting yours, and groans. You laugh and step over to him, taking a seat on the couch beside him.
"Can I get you anything?" you ask him.
"Yeah, a time machine. Don't let me drink so much," he whines, collapsing back down on the couch. You stand, letting out a laugh.
"Water and aspirin. Got it."
You walk up the stairs and stop in front of Rafe's bedroom door, knocking on it lightly before you peak your head in. He's still laying on the floor, but you can't tell if he's awake or not. You stop inside, warm sheets in hand, and close the door behind you. He grunts at the noise, but it's not enough to make him open his eyes.
"Hey," you say to him, "I washed your sheets. How are you feeling?"
Rafe moves on the floor, opening his eyes only enough to see you, then rolls back to his initial spot and closes his eyes again.
"Just put the sheets back on, I want my bed."
You sigh and nod your head, stepping over to his bed to start making it. You watch him as you work, laying on the floor, mouth parted slightly and eyebrows furrowed as he tries to focus on not throwing up again.
"Okay," you whisper once his bed is made, "Come on. I'll help you."
Rafe allows you to wrap your arms around his torso, helping him stand from off the floor. He leans all his weight on you as you two stumble over to his bed, then he collapses onto it. You cover him with his comforter and then fix his hair so it's not sitting in his eyes anymore. He doesn't say anything at your movements.
"I'll get you some water and some medicine. Be back in a minute," you whisper to him. He just nods as best he can.
You hurry back down the stairs, rushing past Topper and into the kitchen. You grab two water bottles out of the fridge and then rifle through the cabinets until you find a bottle of aspirin. As you walk from the kitchen to Topper on the couch, you stop in your tracks.
"Topper," you say, your voice authoritative, "Where is Kelce?"
Topper laughs, which is how you know it's bad. You hadn't noticed that they were one friend light when they stumbled in last night, mostly because you had been too worried about Rafe to be concerned with where Topper and Kelce crashed.
"He fell down outside last night. I'm pretty sure we just left him there."
You sigh loudly, handing him a bottle of water and aspirin as you swear and rush to the front door. As you approach, you can already see him, face up in the Cameron's new flower bed that Rose had worked so hard to make perfect. You open the door and rush to Kelce, annoyed with the boys for not even telling you he was out here.
"Kelce?" you question, stirring him awake, "You alive in there?"
Kelce sits up, as if you'd awakened him from a dream, and glances around. He looks at you and then down to the clothes he's in, and you watch as his eyes widen.
"Those motherfuckers did not leave me out here," he gasps.
"Kelce, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were out here-"
"I'm going to kill them - ow."
He tries to stand up, but the throbbing of his head makes him fall back down into the dirt again. You grab onto his arm and try to help him up, noting how you do most of the work. When he's finally upright, you brush off the dirt from his back and then lead him inside.
"Shit," he mutters, "My stomach. I'm gonna need to eat."
"I'm on it," you tell him, leading him into the living room and placing him on the couch next to Topper.
"Hey, man," Topper greets, "Rose sure will be happy you observed the flowers so...closely."
"Shut the fuck up, Top," Kelce snaps, reaching over and punching Topper in the chest. He groans at his head and sits back again, making you laugh.
"All right," you declare, picking up the aspirin and water bottle for Rafe, "Eggs? Toast? Bacon? Sound good?"
Kelce nods his head and Topper looks at you, already looking better with the water and medicine in his system.
"Hey, thank you, Y/N. For always taking care of us," Topper smiles at you.
"Yeah," Kelce agrees, "I'd still be lying in a bush outside if it weren't for you. Thank you."
You smile at them and shake your head, "Of course, boys. Back in a minute. Kelce, don't kill Top. Please."
Kelce grunts, telling you he's still debating if he will or not. You laugh and then rush back up the stairs, hoping Rafe is still alive up there. You knock softly on his door when you reach it, not wanting to just bust in on him.
"Rafe?" you say when you walk in, seeing him laying in the exact same position he had been when you left him.
"What took you so long?" he grumbles.
"I'm sorry," you say, sitting down beside him on his bed, "You guys left Kelce outside and-"
"Do you have the aspirin or what?"
You sigh and nod, handing him the pill bottle and a bottle of water. He sits up, hair messy and eyes only half open, and pours three pills into his hand. You stare at him, observing his sharp jaw line and his soft skin, and you can't help but wonder what it would be like to be able to feel him. Touch him. Love on him the way you've been dreaming about since the day you met him.
"Do you want me to make you something to eat?"
Rafe swallows the pills, then brings his eyes up to meet yours, "That breakfast place I love. Why don't you go pick us all up something? Card's in my wallet."
He lays back down, which is his way of excusing you from the room. You just nod your head and grab his card out of his wallet.
"And move the seat back in my truck when you get back. I always hit my head when I get in after you."
"All right," you say quietly, wishing he'd at least say a 'please' or 'thank you'.
You take orders from Topper and Kelce, then hurry out to Rafe's truck. You have to move the seat way up in order to drive the truck, and you make a mental note to move it back when you get back to the house.
You pull up to the restaurant and climb out of the truck, fumbling with the keys and your purse and Rafe's card, too wrapped up in yourself to notice the blonde boy standing about five feet from you.
"Damn, I didn't expect someone as pretty as you to hop out of that truck," JJ smirks at you, watching your eyes shoot up to him.
You smile, "Hi, JJ."
"How are you?" he asks, cheeky look on his face.
You set your hands on your hips, keys and card tucked between your fingers, as you observe what you're wearing for the first time. You'd snuck one of Rafe's Kildare Island shirts from his dresser last night and had on jean shorts underneath.
"Y'know," you shrug, "You like this place, too?"
"Ah, little pretentious, but the food's acceptable," he teases, "You eating alone?"
"No. Just picking up food for Rafe and his friends."
"What, are you his assistant or something? Tell Cameron to pick up his own food," JJ huffs.
He'd never tell you, not wanting to upset you, but he's hated watching you run around the island as Rafe's bitch since you met him. JJ's been dying to hang out with you, even asked you a few times, but you always say no because you're on some sort of mission for Rafe.
"It's just a breakfast order," you reply, starting to inch toward the restaurant.
"Just a breakfast order," he shrugs, "Just getting him a beer every time he asks, just following him around like a lost puppy, just-"
"Okay," you stop him, "I'm a big girl, JJ. I can take care of myself."
You turn and start to walk away from him, trying to brush off his 'lost puppy' remark. He groans loudly, which is enough to earn your attention back.
"Prove it," he yells out, making you turn, "Tonight. There's a thing down at the beach. Meet me."
You start to shake your head, but he steps toward you and stops you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, messing it up even more than it already is.
"JJ-"
"Come on, Y/N. Take the Kook chains off for one night. Please. Rafe can do his own dishes and get his own drinks."
You sigh, glancing down at your feet before back up to him, "Maybe."
"Ah- you know what? That's better than a no. I'll take it."
You nod at him, trying your best not to smile too wide, then point to the building. You start to back off, but you keep your eyes fixed on the blonde boy.
"What time? You know, if I decide to come."
JJ smiles wider than he had the entire conversation, "Seven."
You smile back at him, then turn and walk away before you can get even more wrapped up in this boy.
"What the hell took you so long?" Rafe questions as you walk through the door with several bags filled with food.
"Sorry," you sigh at him, "Got caught up."
Kelce and Topper stand up and step to you, taking the bags from you. You thank them quietly, watching as Rafe rolls his eyes and stands from his place on the couch.
"Yeah, never mind the fact that I'm starving to death," he mutters.
"Rafe, come on, man," Topper smacks Rafe on the chest, trying to get him to chill out.
"Yeah, quit being a dick," Kelce tells him.
Topper starts to unload the food from the bags while Kelce leans down and gives you a friendly kiss on the cheek. You smile gently, glancing up to see Rafe watching with his jaw clenched. You try to put distance in between you, but Rafe doesn't seem to care about your efforts.
"Thanks for running to get it, Y/N," Topper smiles to you.
"You're welcome."
"Did you put my seat back, at least?" Rafe asks you, swiping his car keys from the counter where you set them.
"Yes, of course," you reply.
"Of course," he mutters, "You never do."
"Rafe," Kelce says authoritatively, holding his hands out to his sides as if to ask what the hell he's doing.
"I'll fix you a plate," you tell Rafe, setting a hand on Kelce's arm as if to thank him.
Rafe exhales loudly, then steps away and back into the living room. Kelce rolls his eyes at Rafe, giving you a pat on the shoulder. You make Rafe a plate, a little bit of everything, then follow Topper into the living room to take it to him.
"Quit being an asshole to her, man," Topper mumbles to Rafe, slapping him on the back of his head.
"Don't fucking hit me," Rafe growls at Topper.
"Here you go," you hand Rafe a plate. He takes it from you without a word or a glance, inspecting the food you've given him.
"Where's your plate, love?" Topper asks you as Kelce sits down beside him, "I'll make you one. Sit down."
"No," you say quickly, earning the attention of all three boys, "I'm not staying. I gotta get home, I kinda have plans later,"
"What plans?" Rafe asks, judgment present in his voice.
The boys watch the look on your face and Topper and Kelce immediately erupt into fits of laughs and hollers.
"Boy plans, huh?" Kelce smiles at you before he shoves bacon into his mouth.
Your face flushes as you stand in front of them, glancing at Rafe to see his reaction. His jaw is clenched tightly and he's stopping eating all together.
"Who's the lucky guy, Y/N?" Topper snickers.
"It's not a big deal, you guys."
"Why am I jealous right now?" Kelce teases you. You look over at him and roll your eyes, hiding your smile from him.
"What plans?" Rafe repeats himself, raising his voice. Your eyes shoot over to him, watching his expression.
"Um, I'm going down to this thing at the beach," you say, looking down at the floor. Rafe sets his plate down on the coffee table in front of him, not wanting his food anymore.
"Are we invited?" Rafe asks, already knowing the answer. He just wants to make you say it.
"I- it's not my thing," you stutter, "I'm just meeting some people."
"Who?" Topper asks through his food.
"Uh, JJ Maybank and his friends-"
Rafe scoffs, interrupting you, "You're ditching us to hang out with Pogues?"
"I'm not ditching you, Rafe," you frown.
"Funny, that's the way it looks."
"It's just a few drinks on the beach, why are you getting so bent out of shape?" you question, watching as Topper and Kelce squirm, growing more uncomfortable.
"Bent out of shape? " he repeats, voice as if he doesn't believe you just said that, "You're the one driving across the island for shitty ass beer-"
"It's not like I was asking your opinion on my plans-"
"No, no, you were just informing us that you have plans to fuck JJ Maybank, understood."
"Rafe-" you start, but stop when Kelce sits up straight in his chair and speaks.
"What the fuck, Rafe?" Kelce stares at his best friend, "Why are you so mean to Y/N all the time? She doesn't have to hang out with us every day, and honestly, I wouldn't if you treated me the way you treat her."
"Oh, fuck off, Kelce, you don't know shit," Rafe waves him off.
Topper glances at you, then over to Rafe and speaks up as well, "He's right, Rafe. You're an asshole to her. And not just today, but a lot lately."
Rafe sits back on the couch and crosses his arms in front of his chest, rolling his eyes.
"You two don't know anything," he huffs, "Y/N and I are fine."
"Actually," you say, earning Rafe's complete attention, "I don't think we are."
He stands up now, stepping over to you and grabbing onto your wrist, "Let's discuss this in private."
You glance at the boys, trying to offer them a silent 'thank you for trying', then allow Rafe to pull you into the guest room down the hall. He slams the door once you two are inside, then runs his hand through his hair before he speaks.
"What the fuck are you doing, embarrassing me in front of the two of them?" he scoffs.
Your mouth falls open at how that is his main concern after you just told him you have doubts that the two of you are okay. Your heart sinks, watching as he paces the room. You watch the way his jaw is clenched and how his eyes are frantic as he tries to figure out how to fix things with the boys.
"I'm sorry," you say quietly.
Rafe seems to not hear you, "Jesus, now the two of them are gonna be up my ass about you for the rest of the day."
"Rafe-"
"And what the hell is up with you partying with JJ Maybank? Do you not realize how that could look, you hanging out with him?"
"Oh, my God!" you yell, not being able to take any more of his bullshit, "I don't give a shit, Rafe! I mean, seriously. I spent my entire night last night and my entire morning taking care of your ass. Because I care about you. And now, I say I want to do something for myself, and you act like I'm being selfish? Are you kidding me?"
"Oh, please," Rafe shakes his head, "You're always taking care of us, don't act like you're all noble."
"I'm not trying to be noble. I'm trying to tell you how I feel-"
"Well, I didn't fucking ask, all right?" he yells.
You frown and step back from him as if his words struck you across the face. He reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose, trying his best to control his frustration.
"Rafe," you choke out, feeling your emotions as they rise up, "I care about you so much. But, I can't keep walking on eggshells around you. I have done everything you've asked me to do, I've been a good friend to you and I-"
"You what?" he growls at you, stepping forward and grabbing your shoulders.
"I love you, you asshole," you whisper, watching the way his eyes soften at your words, "I love you. But I'm drained. I'm exhausted. And I'm sick of being treated like some bitch who just follows you around and hopes you'll throw her a bone."
Rafe stares at you for a moment, and for the first time in a long time, you genuinely cannot tell what he's thinking. After a few seconds, he releases your shoulders and lightly shoves you away from him.
"You should leave," he says, staring at the floor.
"Really?"
"Yeah, you gotta get ready for your big date night, right?"
You laugh sarcastically at his comment, feeling stupid to have expected him to say anything different than that. He sets his hands on his hips and sighs, not bothering to look up at you. You lick your lips and take a deep breath, debating whether or not to stay and fight with him. For him.
"Fuck you, Rafe," you say.
His shoulders fall but he doesn't look up, so you turn and walk out of the room. Topper and Kelce are standing right outside the door, shocked when you suddenly emerge. You roll your eyes at them, not surprised they had been listening. They don't bother trying to stop you, because honestly, they'd leave Rafe, too.
You rush out of the house and slam the door behind you. Topper usually drives you home, but you don't bother to go back inside and ask. You can walk, it's not far.
As much as you love Rafe, as much as you'd kill to be with him, you can't condone the way he's been treating you. You know that you deserve better, just as Topper and Kelce have been reminding him. Better is exactly what you plan to have.
The beach isn't terribly busy when you arrive. You know by the time the sun sets completely, it will be packed. You spot JJ's blonde hair towering above almost everyone on the beach, watching as he laughs with his friends and tips a red cup against his lips. You walk over to him before allowing yourself to hesitate and think about leaving again.
Your fight with Rafe had completely drained your energy, and if you didn't feel like getting completely drunk to forget about it, you'd leave. JJ spies you as you approach and grins widely, starting over to you.
"No fucking way," he smiles, "Can't believe you showed, Mrs. Cameron!"
"Ha ha," you grumble, shaking your head and trying to hide a smile.
"How'd you escape from the prison that is Kook land?"
You roll your eyes, reaching up and taking the cup from his hand. You gulp it down before he can even object, and when you look up at him again, he's staring at you with his mouth wide open.
"Okay. Got it. Drinking, no talking," he reaches down and takes your hand, leading you over to the keg.
"Lots of drinking," you mutter, watching as JJ pretends he didn't hear you.
JJ grabs two beers from the guy handing them out and hands one to you, returning his hand to yours. You start to walk back over to JJ's friends, but he pulls on your hand to keep you where he wants you.
"What are you doing? Don't you want to hang out with your friends?" you ask him.
He shakes his head, "No, I'd rather figure out what's going on with you."
You sigh and take another long sip of your beer, avoiding his eyes on purpose. Although you and JJ hadn't hung out a lot, he still seems to be able to tell that you're bothered.
"It's not a big deal," you say.
"If it's bothering you, it is," JJ insists. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, and you can't help but notice how he hasn't taken one sip of his beer.
"JJ-"
"It's Rafe, I can tell. Did he hurt you?"
"No," you furrow your eyebrows, unsure of why he would even ask that. JJ just nods his head, tightening his grip around your hand.
"All right, then what?"
You give him a small smile, grateful that he's pushing so hard to try and figure out what's bothering you. You've never really had anyone do that before.
"We just got into an argument. But, it's fine-"
"Y/N-"
"I came here to have fun with you. Please don't make me spend the whole night talking about Rafe."
His eyes soften as he stares down at you. You watch as he takes a deep breath, then licks his lips and nods his head. You give him a small smile, watching as he shamelessly return it.
"You're right," he speaks after a minute, "Who needs that asshole, anyway?"
You nod, although you're hesitant to talk shit about Rafe like that, even after everything. JJ squeezes your hand once again, then tugs you toward his friends.
"Come on, let's party."
JJ pumps you full of beers, at your request, and laughs every time you attempt to get him to dance with you. His friends all watch as JJ finally gives into you, standing up as you tug on his hand and allowing you to lead him upright.
You can feel the alcohol rushing through your body as JJ spins you around in the sand, laughing at how much you're loving it. His friends cheer the two of you on, and by the time the song ends, you're completely exhausted. You collapse into JJ's chest and he wraps a strong arm around you, holding you up.
"I didn't realize I'd had so much," you tell him, slurring your words a bit against his chest.
"That's all right," he laughs lightly, "I'll take care of you."
JJ leads you back over to the log the two of you had been sitting on and helps you sit down, smiling when you lean your head down on his shoulder.
"You're nice to me," you tell him.
JJ laughs at your drunken state, pressing his cup to his lips once more. Say what you will about JJ Maybank, but never call him a lightweight.
"You deserve to be treated nicely," he fires back.
"You really believe that?" you ask him, not noticing your eyes fluttering closed against him.
"Of course, Y/N," he whispers, moving his face so his lips graze against the top of your head, "You know, there's a lot more out there than just Rafe Cameron."
"You don't know him like I do," you say quietly.
"You're right," he scoffs, "Nobody else would defend him."
"I'm serious, JJ. He's sweet and caring and protective-"
"And rude, and unkind-"
"JJ," you sigh, "I mean it. Underneath all the bullshit, he's a really great guy."
JJ's silent for a second, then you feel his body tense slightly under you. His friends are all in their own little world, to notice, but JJ isn't.
"Well, that really great guy just showed up to the party."
Your eyes shoot open and your head comes off of JJ's chest as you glance around, trying to steady your vision as you look around to see what he's talking about. When your eyes meet Rafe's, he looks upset. He's watching you and JJ like the thought of you two together actually, physically breaks his heart in half.
Topper and Kelce stand behind him, pushing Rafe forward to you. You stand up, with the help of JJ's hand steadying you, which you immediately let go of when you stand up straight. You tears your eyes away from Rafe long enough to glance back at JJ, asking him silently if it's okay if you go to him.
"Go on," he gives you a sad smile, "Tonight was fun. But, you know, I'm not the type of guy to chase after some other guy's girl."
"JJ-"
"Go, Y/N. You love him. I can tell."
You start to object, but close your mouth when you realize you have no defense. He's right, you know he is. You give JJ a little smile, then turn back to Rafe. The asshole, your asshole, who looks ready to put your heart back together again.
He starts to you and you to him, but he covers way more ground than you given that he's stone cold sober. He can tell you're having trouble standing, so he reaches out and offers his arm as soon as he's within range.
"Hey," he says quietly.
You wrap your cold hands around his arm, steadying yourself and absorbing his warmth. You take a deep breath, inhaling his familiar, heart wrenching scent and letting it fill your lungs.
"What are you doing here?" you question him.
"I- uh, I need to talk to you."
"Why? So you can yell at me and then tell me to leave again?" you spit before you can even think about it.
Rafe clenches his jaw and moves his eyes from yours, glancing around the beach as he considers what the best thing to say is in response.
"I'm sorry," you mumble.
"It's fine," he shakes his head, speaking too fast to actually mean it, "I deserve it. I was an asshole. I came here to apologize."
You nod your head, doing your best to keep your eyes on his and not trailing all down his body. He's wearing the snapback you love on him, and he has on the shirt the two of you bought together at the mall on a trip.
"You may," you tease him, giving him a small smile and hoping to get one in return. You get it, thankfully.
"I'm really sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to ever make you feel second rate. You have been so good to me and I know I don't deserve it-"
"It's okay," you stop him, reaching one hand up to stroke his cheek. His skin, his soft skin under yours feels like heaven to touch. You know the alcohol is the only reason you're not putting up a larger fight.
"I wasn't finished," he smiles widely.
"Well, what can I say? I'm a sucker for that hat," you tease.
His grin only widens as he stares down at you, pulling you into a hug before he can even think of it. His arms wrapped tightly around you make your heart rate speed up to a dangerous level.
"You promise we're okay? Maybe we should talk again when you're sobered up-"
"I'm fine," you lie.
Rafe reaches up and cups your face in his hands, staring down at you intently. You stare back, unable to break away from his gorgeous blue eyes.
"Good, because I've got something to tell you."
Rafe watches as your lips part, wanting to question him but unable to find the right words. He smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before he continues.
"I love you, too," he whispers.
You blink rapidly at him, trying to figure out if he really just said those words to you. You shake your head and squirm out of his grasp, taking a deep breath as you look at him.
"You mean that?" you ask him.
"Yeah," he nods, swallowing nervously, "It took me half the day to realize it, but the thought of you down here with JJ literally made me want to kill him. And I'm sorry that I haven't realized it sooner. I was just scared of my feelings, I guess, and I just thought if I pushed you away-"
"You don't have to explain," you stop him, "I just can't believe you feel the same way about me."
"Who wouldn't? Topper informed me today that I happen to be the luckiest guy to walk the face of the earth because I'm loved by you. And I guess, I don't know, it made me recognize my feelings."
You smile, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him. He hugs you back without thinking twice, pulling you close and breathing you in. After a second, you pull away, and feel him tilt your chin up to meet his eyes.
"I don't know, I'm feeling pretty damn lucky right now," you whisper.
Before either of you know it, he places his lips gently on yours. His hands move themselves to your cheeks once again, pulling you closer to him. You both can hear Topper and Kelce hooting and hollering from yards away, which makes you laugh against Rafe's lips.
"I regret bringing them," he says against your lips, laughing along with you.
"You should," you agree, standing on your tip-toes and kissing him one more time.
"Can I take you home, now? Please?" he asks, voice impatient.
You bite your lip and nod, allowing him to give you one last kiss before he brings a hand down to yours, wrapping his fingers through it. He turns you toward the boys, the oh-so happy boys, and leads you away.
Away from the beer. Away from JJ. Toward your future, together.
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