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rafemotherfuckingcameron · 5 months

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Request: Rafe and Y/n protecting each other at a party. Maybe a fight scene if possible? :) Thx

You Defended Me, I’ll Protect You

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing(s): Rafe x reader, JJ x reader, Sarah x reader

Warnings: Fight Scene (Violence), Drug Use, Mention of detox, Drinking, Major Protective!Rafe,

Summary: After Rafe's battle against drug addiction, Y/n and Rafe attend a party at Top's. However, the party takes a turn for the worse when JJ’s involved.

A year had passed since Rafe took the courageous step to break free from the clutches of drugs. The journey was far from easy; he grappled with withdrawal episodes, committed to attending AA meetings 2-3 times a week. Yet, with each passing day, the grip of addiction loosened.

Y/n stood by him at every turn, offering unwavering support. As the months rolled on, Rafe found strength in the routine of recovery. Y/n, acknowledging the significance of this milestone, suggested a celebration at Topper's party. The occasion would not only mark the passage of time but also serve as a testament to Rafe's resilience and the unwavering support that had carried him through.

Getting ready at Rafe's house was always a mix of excitement and anticipation. Y/n, dressed in a chic black top, denim shorts, and strappy heels, was in the bathroom putting on the finishing touches when Rafe casually strolled in without a shirt.

He approached her, gently placing his hands on her hips and stealing a moment with a sweet kiss on her temple. "You look beautiful," he murmured before diving back into his closet in search of a shirt.

Fully dressed and ready, they made their way down the stairs, hand in hand, and stepped out into the cool evening. Rafe, opened the truck door for Y/n, then hurried around to his side. As they hit the road, the hum of the engine and a subtle playlist provided the soundtrack to their journey.

This particular evening held a special significance – it was the first party they were attending since Rafe's detox. Nervous energy lingered, especially for Y/n. Past parties had been ruined by altercations stemming from Rafe's struggle with drugs. This time she was a little more hopeful that they could have a fun night.

As the party venue loomed in the distance, she found herself grappling with a mix of excitement and a lingering caution. Maybe, just to be sure, she thought, it was time to have a heart-to-heart with Rafe before stepping into the party.

"How do you feel about the party?" she asked, idly toying with the ends of her sleeves. "I feel good; I'm just happy to be spending the whole night with you," he replied, placing a reassuring hand on her thigh. "I need you to do something for me, though," she continued, looking earnestly in his direction. "Anything," he promptly responded.

"I need you to avoid getting into any fights tonight... people might say things, but I need you to disengage from it." As she awaited his response, she intertwined her fingers with his.

"Okay, I will really try for you and for myself," he assured, sealing the commitment with a tender kiss on the back of her hand.

Entering the party, Pogues were seated outside, indulging in lines of coke and smoking weed. Among them was Sarah, Rafe's sister, who observed as they ascended the stairs to the front door.

"Look who it is, the Kook King without his head in the powder," JJ, one of the Pogues, remarked to Rafe. Despite the taunt, Rafe simply squeezed Y/n's hand and continued walking past them.

"What's wrong, Rafe? Has your whore got your tongue or something?" JJ jeered, hurling an empty cup at Rafe's back. Y/n guided him to the kitchen, aiming to get a drink and distance themselves from the Pogues.

"I'm really proud of what you just did," she expressed, pulling him in for a kiss. "I know, I just hate it when they call you those horrible names," he responded, enveloping her in his arms.

"I know you do, but just block them out," she advised, gently unwinding herself from him and grabbing two beers from the fridge. "Now, let's dance," she suggested, taking his free hand and leading him onto the dance floor.

The infectious beat guided their every step, creating a rhythm that seemed to synchronise with the pulsating energy of the music. As Y/n and Rafe swayed in perfect harmony, the surrounding world dissolved, leaving only the electric aura of the moment.

Y/n's arms found a comfortable perch around Rafe's neck, and their bodies moved as if choreographed, seamlessly merging into one another. The alcohol's effects were beginning to make themselves known, evident in Y/n's increasingly flirtatious movements. Rafe, acutely aware of the subtle shifts, found himself adjusting his pants more than once.

Leaning in close to his ear, Y/n whispered-shouted, "I'll be back, bathroom break." Rafe nodded in acknowledgment, his attention briefly diverted to her beer. "Do you want me to hold your drink?" he asked.

"Nah it's empty. I'll grab another one when I come back. Do you want another?" she inquired. Rafe smiled, appreciating the offer. "Yes, thanks baby," he replied, watching her navigate through the pulsating crowd as the music continued to envelop them in its vibrant embrace.

Navigating through the dense crowd, she finally reached the bathroom, only to find herself in a line of ten people. Frustration set in as the minutes passed, and the line showed no signs of getting shorter. In her wait, she caught sight of Sarah in the kitchen, locked in a passionate kiss with her boyfriend, a sight that made her stomach turn.

Just as she turned away, attempting to shake off the unsettling feeling, JJ and Pope approached her.

"Look who it is, Rafe's girl all alone. Has he ditched you for his coke already?" JJ sneered, blowing smoke directly into her face. Annoyed, she looked at them, her patience wearing thin.

"What is wrong with both of you? Just mind your own business and get lost," she retorted, turning her back on the unwelcome duo.

Her arm was abruptly tugged backward, twisting her body back towards them. "You know, I don't think Rafe has been taking care of you properly. Maybe you should let us take you home. Wouldn't want your trashy boyfriend hurting you when his head’s full of coke," he remarked, forcibly pulling her away from the bathroom.

"I don't need your judgment or your so-called concern. I'll decide who I trust, and it's certainly not some disrespectful pogue who doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up," she retorted, forcefully shoving him off and determinedly walking into the kitchen.

"Hey, Y/n, do you want me to make you a drink?" Sarah's voice called out as she prepared her own drink. "Uh, sure," Y/n replied, making her way to stand beside Sarah. She observed as Sarah skilfully combined orange juice and grenadine syrup in a cup from the cupboard, adding two shots of vodka.

"Here you go, Vodka Sunrise, my personal favourite," Sarah grinned, handing over the concoction. "Thanks, Sarah. I'm just going to the bathroom first; can you watch my drink, please?" Y/n requested. "Yeah, sure," Sarah agreed.

Heading to the bathroom, Y/n was relieved to find only one girl in line.

Upon returning to the kitchen, she encountered Sarah passionately kissing her boyfriend. Politely moving in front of them, Y/n retrieved her drink and headed to get another beer for Rafe. "Thanks, Sare!" she shouted back at Sarah over the lively music.

Looking around for Rafe, she took a few sips of her drink, relishing the sweet taste of syrup lingering on her tongue. Pushing through the crowds, she accidentally bumped into a group of girls. "Sorry," she mumbled, continuing her search for her boyfriend.

Once outside, she realised she had finished her drink, clinging onto the empty glass as she continued her quest to find Rafe. However, her vision started to blur, and she stumbled around, feeling her stomach knotting up.

Nausea washed over her, intensifying with each step. Her legs began to feel heavy, and the overwhelming need to sit down grew stronger. The effects of the night were taking their toll, and she knew she needed a moment to gather herself.

Y/n made her way around the back of the house, seeking a quiet space with a lounge. As she settled onto the lounge, her glass and beer slipped from her fingers shattering beneath her. Rolling onto her left side in an attempt to find relief, she realised it was no use. Feeling increasingly unwell, she retrieved her phone to text Rafe:

Y/N: Wehre era yuo

She sent the message, hoping he would receive it. Lying back on the lounge, she stared at the ceiling, beads of sweat trickling down her face. About five minutes later, her phone lit up with Rafe's response:

Rafe: Sorry baby, was just helping top move his bike, I’m outside near the pool.

Slowly reopening her eyes, she picked up her phone and held it up to her face. Despite the haze, she couldn't make out the whole text, only that he was near the pool. Lifting herself up from the lounge, she placed her head in her hands, grappling with the effects she was having.

Attempting to stand, she grabbed her phone and clung to the railing, slowly making her way toward the pool. Though it was only about 200 meters away, it felt like it took 30 minutes to stumble that far. Pushing past the intoxicated teens, she finally spotted Rafe sitting by the pool with Topper and Kelce.

Beads of sweat streamed down her face, giving the impression that she had just submerged her head underwater. Wiping the back of her hand across her face, she stumbled into JJ.

He looked at her with a smirk, observing as she hastily retreated toward her boyfriend. Slowly approaching the boys, she felt a sudden wave of fatigue, causing her eyes to start slowly blinking.

"Y/n, where have you been?" Topper shouted, abruptly bringing Y/n out of her thoughts. She attempted to respond, but nothing came out. Rafe approached her, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Where's my beer?" he asked, looking down at her.

His eyes widened as he took in the state she was in. "Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked with concern, lifting her chin to meet his gaze.

"Don't feel good," she managed to say, falling into his side and grabbing his shirt for support. He carried her back over to Top and Kelce, placing her on the lounge next to him. Struggling to sit up straight, she lay on her left side, never letting go of Rafe's hand.

"Baby, can you tell me what doesn't feel good?" Rafe asked, lightly rubbing her back. "Every-thing," she responded, her body starting to shake uncontrollably, causing growing concern.

Topper crouched in front of her, noticing her bloodshot eyes. He felt her pulse and recognised how clammy her skin had become.

"Rafe," Topper whispered, signalling him to stand up. "I think she might have taken something. Her eyes are bloodshot, her pulse is racing, not to mention the shaking and fatigue," he said quietly, not wanting her to hear.

"Remember the first time I did coke?" Topper asked, jogging Rafe's memory about the symptoms he had experienced.

"FUCK!!"

Rafe sat beside her, gently pulling her back up to face him. "Baby?" he questioned, trying to get her attention. "Mmhmm," she mumbled. "What did you take?" he asked, cupping her face between his hands.

"I didn't take anything," she whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes. She placed her left arm around his neck, letting her head fall onto his chest. His arms enveloped her small figure, placing her legs over his.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm going to take care of you," he reassured her, rocking her slowly. "Take some deep breaths for me, yeah," he instructed. "Deep breath, hold for 1... 2... 3, and out. Good. Another three for me," he said, breathing along with her.

Her breathing started to slow down, enough for Rafe to ask, "Can you tell me what happened after you left for the bathroom?" he inquired, looking into her eyes.

Nodding her head in response to his question, she slowly recounted the events she could remember.

"I left you to go to the bathroom; there was a long line, and then JJ and Pope came over to me, just talking shit about you. But don't worry, I gave it back to them," she chuckled a little at that before feeling her chest tighten again. She jolted at the pain, and Rafe could see it written all over her face.

"Hey, I've got you, okay," he calmly said, reassuring her. "What happened after you talked to them?" he inquired, his eyes filled with concern.

"I walked into the kitchen and talked to Sarah for a bit. She was making cocktails and made one for me - a vodka sunrise," she smirked, aware that it was one of Rafe's favourite cocktails, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone other than his girl.

"I asked her to watch my drink while I went to the bathroom. When I came back, she was making out with John B, so I just walked past them, grabbed our drinks, and left to come find you. That's when I started to feel like shit."

Taking in the information she gave him, Rafe tried to wrap his head around what could have happened in that time. Unbeknownst to him, Topper had figured out a potential scenario and was about to pull Rafe aside.

However, Y/n quickly sat up and announced, "I think I'm going to throw up." She attempted to stand but failed, prompting Rafe to help her inside and away from prying eyes. He opened the bathroom door, kicked it shut, and gently placed her on the floor.

Y/n always hated throwing up—the fear of not being able to breathe for those few seconds, the uneasy feeling before it finally comes out, just sitting in your stomach until it's time.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for her body to purge. She had her head in the toilet, holding onto the sides, while Rafe tied her hair into a messy bun.

He sat behind her, rubbing soothing circles into her back with his palm. She threw up about five times before she sat back, resting her head on his shoulder.

"How do you feel?" Rafe asked, still worried because he didn't know what was wrong. "Hot and tired," she responded, closing her eyes. "I know you're tired, but I need you to stay awake until we know what's wrong," he explained, placing her against the wall and retrieving a washcloth from the drawer.

"Hey, Rafe, I need to talk to you now," Topper said from the other side of the door. Rafe opened the door but stayed in sight of Y/n, waiting for Topper to start talking.

"Look, I think I know what's wrong with her," Topper said, watching Rafe's eyebrow raise in question. "With all the symptoms she's had, I think she might have been drugged. She did say she left her drink by itself." Rafe looked back at his girlfriend, resting against the wall, looking half-dead, her face covered in sweat.

He leaned down to feel her temperature and wiped away the sweat with the cold, wet washcloth. "Top, go find Sarah. I need to talk to her," he ordered. Top left the bathroom in search of Sarah.

Rafe lifted Y/n up and off the ground, pulling her into his side. They walked out of the room and sat on the lounge, and that's when he saw Top and Sarah approaching.

"Hey, Rafe, Top said you wanted to talk about someth- ohhh, is she okay?" Sarah said as she ran towards Y/n. "What happened after Y/n went to the bathroom?" Rafe questioned, still holding onto her.

"Nothing, she asked me to watch her drink," Sarah explained, looking at her brother in the eyes. "Did you take your eyes off it at any point?" he asked, and that made her break contact with him.

"Only like 10 seconds, Rafe. Why are you asking me this?" she said, getting defensive. "Because, Sarah, while you were doing whatever it was that you were doing, someone spiked Y/n's drink," he said, getting frustrated.

"OMG, what!" Sarah yelled, startling Y/n and leaving her confused. Rafe pulled her closer to him just as a familiar voice entered the conversation. "Someone's not looking too hot!" JJ joked, coming in closer to see.

Rafe turned around, staring daggers at him. "Fuck off, JJ!" he shouted, turning his back to him, his focus solely on taking care of Y/n.

"How does it feel to be on the other side, Rafe?" JJ questioned, slightly laughing as Rafe turned around. "What are you talking about?" Rafe answered.

"Instead of being the coked-out one, you're the caretaker. I just reversed the roles," he said, pointing to Y/n. "Although it looks like she's allergic to it. Whoops." JJ laughed out loud.

Rafe's expression grew darker. He erupted at JJ, launching himself forward with a powerful roundhouse strike from his right arm. JJ countered by swinging his fist, but none of the blows connected as Rafe crashed his elbow into JJ's side, causing him to spin under his arm.

Topper intervened, preventing Pope from joining the fray. A random girl shouted, "Fight!" and a crowd rushed back inside to witness the altercation.

Y/n's eyes fluttered open, witnessing Rafe and JJ in the midst of their scuffle. She attempted to yell, but suddenly started convulsing. Reacting swiftly, Sarah turned Y/n onto her side, doing her best to keep her in place. "Rafe!" she yelled, desperately grabbing his attention.

"Y/n!" he shouted back, assuring her that he was on his way. Suddenly, JJ's fist crashed into Rafe's ear, causing him to stagger back. JJ followed up with a colossal right to Rafe's jaw, and he took a step back to assess the damage he had inflicted.

No damage.

JJ had struck him four times, yet it seemed as if he hadn't landed a blow at all. The two elbows had been forceful impacts, and the two punches were as powerful as anything JJ had ever thrown in his life.

Blood stained Rafe's upper lip from the second elbow, but aside from that, there was no visible harm. In theory, he should have been unconscious or in a coma.

Normally, JJ hadn't needed to hit a guy more than four times for that kind of effect. However, Rafe displayed no signs of pain.

Rafe lunged at JJ once more, his fist colliding with JJ's nose, breaking it and sending him falling to the ground. Rafe rushed back to Y/n, holding her down as she continued to shake uncontrollably.

"Should we call an ambulance?" Sarah asked, looking at her brother.

"No, they will call the cops and ask questions. We don't need that," he replied, addressing her inquiry.

Y/n's body began to calm, and she regained consciousness. "Rafe, can we go home now?" she asked, attempting to get up. He nodded, picking her up in a bridal style and carrying her out of the house.

Sarah opened his truck door and he placed her inside, putting her seatbelt on and closing the door gently. Rafe quickly circled the truck, hopping into the driver's seat, his focus on getting Y/n home and away from the chaotic scene.

As Rafe started the engine, Y/n leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. Sarah climbed into the back seat, making sure Y/n was comfortable. The night had taken an unexpected turn, and the drive home was filled with a tense silence.

Rafe's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his mind racing with concern for Y/n and frustration over the events that had unfolded.

Upon reaching home, Rafe gently laid Y/n down on the bed, making sure she was comfortable. Sarah, always ready to lend a helping hand, followed them into the room. Rafe appreciated the support, especially in moments like these.

As Rafe assisted Y/n in changing into more comfortable clothes, Sarah retrieved the Epipen from the bathroom.

She handed it to Rafe, a reminder of a past incident. "Rafe, I got this from the bathroom. This is the one that you used the first time, remember?" she said, concern evident in her eyes.

Rafe nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, I remember. Thanks, Sarah," he acknowledged, taking the Epipen from her. It served as a tangible symbol of preparedness, a tool to ensure Y/n's safety in case of another allergic reaction.

They work together, reinforcing their commitment to keeping Y/n protected and cared for.

Sarah lingered for a moment, expressing her worry and promising to check on them in the morning.

The room was dimly lit as Rafe laid beside Y/n, his hand gently caressing hers. "You okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face. She nodded weakly, a faint smile forming.

Throughout the night, Rafe remained vigilant, watching over Y/n as she slept. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their peaceful but dimly lit room. As the hours passed, Y/n's breathing steadied, and the tension from the earlier events slowly dissipated.

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In the morning, sunlight gently streamed through the curtains, waking them both. Y/n stirred, her eyes meeting Rafe's, who had been awake for ages. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his concern still evident. She offered a reassuring smile, appreciating his protective presence.

"Hey Rafe, remember what we talked about in the car, about you not getting into any fights? I'm glad you didn't listen to me," she remarked with a mix of sincerity and humour. She couldn't help but appreciate the protective instincts that led Rafe to intervene during the chaotic situation.

Rafe offered a small, wry smile, acknowledging the irony of the moment. "Yeah, well, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do," he replied, glancing back at Y/n, who was resting her head on his chest.

The events of the night had indeed shifted priorities, emphasising the importance of standing up for those they cared about, even if it meant punches were thrown.

As the day unfolded, Rafe and Y/n navigated the aftermath of the previous night together. They discussed the incident, deciding on the best course of action to ensure her health. Rafe's determination to shield Y/n from harm only strengthened, fostering a deeper connection between them, their bond resilient in the face of adversity.

Rafe's commitment to Y/n's well-being became a cornerstone of their relationship, emphasising trust, understanding, and the shared strength to overcome challenges.

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Absolutely loved writing this one, thank you so much for the request. Requests are always open, hit me up. I also love feedback about my posts, let me know what you think.

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#outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe mf cameron #rafe x reader #obx #obx fight scene #outerbanks rafe #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #jj x reader #rafe x read x coke #sarah x reader #jj x rafe

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jessmaybank · 9 months

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I’m so tired but this edit has single handedly rejuvenated me (@pottercupid on tik tok)

#I can take them both (not in a fight)#rafe cameron #jj maybank

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nolanhollogay · 4 months

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i'm sorry I'm the one you love, no one will ever love me like you again

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alphinias · 10 months

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I’m actually pissed how in season 1 when Rafe was choking Kiara Pope was the one to save her I WANTED IT TO BE JJ UGHHH we better get JJ saving Kie from Rafe in season 4 when he comes after her for pushing him off his boat and jacking it

One thing that drives me crazy about obx (especially S1) is it’s pretty clear that JJ knows how to fight more than the rest of the pogues, but they made him just stand there or vaguely lose so many times for plot convenience. But what really irritated me most about that whole scene was how that ended up making pokie happen after that whole ordeal and yeah we won’t rant about that again.

Every season we ask for more feral protective JJ over Rafe with Kie… they have to deliver eventually right? We have ideal setup again so I’ll continue to clown.

#the fights in this show never make sense it’s so annoying sometimes zsjsnsnnsns #I still refuse to believe topper could beat anyone up sorry!#jiara #rafe cameron #ask

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faetreides · 1 month

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i could never write jj and john b fighting over reader, but i would HAPPILY write rafe and john b having a whole mma match over reader

#the rival brunette on brunette violence #i’ll make them fight over me i think it’d be funny #also john b is the only guy i can see rafe 100% not want to share you with in any capacity #is this toxic of me?#outer banks #john b x reader #rafe cameron x reader

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maybanksbabe · 10 months

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Psycho being afraid of going back to a psych ward bc she was alone during the whole time the last time she was there, especially since she had to lie about being fine bc if you said how you were really doing you would just stay longer regardless if you were making improvements or not before you tell them anything. It was literally hell I cannot describe it, And now won't take her meds bc they don't do anything (yes they do, take. your. mf. meds, I'm talking mostly to myself here but still) And rafe is just holding her as she just tells him about everything. And how she feels so alone sometimes, but it isn't his fault it's just her upbringing and such

(I just want rafe to comfort me please omg 😭)

🥺🥺🧡 maybe she's in the middle of a really hard break and just freaking out about being taken back to a psych ward and she's begging Rafe to not make her go back but things are just so difficult right now and there's so much going on in her head. He sits, listens and comforts her as best as he can, holding her tight and reassuring her that he's in this with her and he starts making a conscious effort more than ever to ensure she takes her meds on time and understands that she is allowed to talk about it, no matter how scary or lonely it might seem, he's there for her and he's not going away, not without a fight. He's going to make sure you never feel like you have to push down your feelings or worry about going back to a psych ward, that's not happening on his watch

#love you anon 🧡🧡#keep fighting the fight!#psycho!reader x goodboy!rafe #rafe cameron x reader #libra speaks

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unhlnged · 8 months

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@sarcaasmic sent me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

my muse’s last text to your muse

#memes answered #sarcaasmic #i want the parts of you you only show to the birds outside your bedroom window // rafe x ellie #yeah the song is from the 00s when people still used to have songs as ringtones lol #rafe cameron listens to emo. fight me #yes it's a stalker song #queued

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obaex · 2 months

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(not) my girl - rafe cameron

summary: if rafe cameron is so sure he doesn't need to be seen with you at midsummers, you are more than happy to oblige (or) the time you drove rafe insane with jealousy.

word count: 3.4k

a/n: inspired by this post by the sweet @writingsbychlo ♡

You were curled up on Rafe’s lap, head resting on his shoulder with his arms circled around you and his fingers mindlessly tracing patterns on your thigh as he talked with his friends around the firepit in his backyard.

You had been hooking up for a few months and recently you felt like you were right on the cusp of him asking you to make things official, exclusive. You were spending nearly every night together and every time he asked to talk or wanted to hang out you got your hopes up that this would be the time he brought it up, only to be crushed over and over again.

Deep down, you knew how Rafe felt. People who were ‘just hooking up’ didn’t beg you to stay every morning, didn’t make room in their dresser for you, didn’t wake you up with featherlight kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, face breaking into a ridiculous smile when your eyes fluttered open to find his drinking you in, they didn’t call you during a panic attack after fighting with their dad, pleading to hear your voice as the only thing that would calm them down. No, you were pretty sure you knew exactly how this boy felt, but you wanted him to acknowledge it. You ached to hear him say with pride ‘that’s my girl’, to mark you as his own.

Your eyes flitted across the fire to your best friend Olivia who wiggled her eyebrows at the sight of you and Rafe together, all too aware of the situationship you were in and how badly you wanted him. You blushed and rolled your eyes back at her, just trying to enjoy this small moment where he showed his affection for you in front of other people. She winked at you before interrupting the conversation.

“Sooo, who is everyone taking to Midsummers?”

You shot her a look that screamed what the hell are you doing!? You were still holding out hope that Rafe was going to ask you, even though it was less than a week away. Maybe he had an elaborate, last-minute surprise planned?

“Feel pretty good about my date” Kelce murmured, pressing a kiss to Olivia’s cheek as she giggled. “What about you Top, still intent on macking on Rafe’s sister?” he asked. Topper threw an empty beer can at him as everyone laughed.

“I don’t know why we even bother with dates” Rafe said. “We’re just gonna dick around together all night anyway, there’s no point.” He took a swig of his beer without meeting your gaze. You felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment and a painful ache in your throat as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spring forward. You met Olivia’s gaze again and she nodded encouragingly towards Rafe.

“W-what about me, Cameron?” you asked, trying to mask your feelings, to sound chill as you poked him in the side.

He looked at you sweetly, “C’mon and say what when my dad asks about you? ‘Hey dad, here’s the girl I’ve been sneaking through the back door every night and smashing while you and Rose are three doors down? Hard pass.” He laughed, focusing back on his beer and his friends as you felt his hand slide off your leg.

You allowed yourself to be genuinely upset for three days.

You didn’t sleep at Tanneyhill for the first time in months, you didn’t even answer his texts which grew increasingly more insistent the more you ignored them. You stayed home, you cried, and you contemplated what the fuck you were doing with your life. Was that really all you were to him – just someone he was sneaking around with? Did you somehow become that girl, too naïve and too stupid to see that she wasn’t and would never be anything more than a hookup?

You thought about the way Rafe reached for you and held you in his sleep, the way his hands ghosted over your body, the things he’d whisper in your ear, the times you’d ridden shotgun in his truck or he’d taken you to his favorite spot on the beach… Your heart was so sure about him, but your head throbbed with the echo of his words.

You and Olivia talked incessantly about it, dissecting everything he’d said. “Maybe he just needs a little push, a little… motivation?” she suggested, and the more you talked about it, the more you realized she was right.

If Rafe Cameron was so sure he didn’t need to be seen with you at Midsummers, you were more than happy to oblige.

The last of the hot summer sun was settling over the ocean as you climbed the front steps of the Island Club in daring three-inch heels; the added height gave your figure a perfect sway that simply begged people to watch you as you walked by. Your dress had a thigh-high slit, open back, and was the perfect color for your skin tone, illuminating you; the neckline was devilishly tantalizing, giving the desired effect of drawing all eyes to the dazzling diamond pendant that reflected the setting sun.

Rafe heard you before he saw you; rather, he heard a sea of murmurs rippling through the crowd which drew his attention to the doors just as you walked through by yourself, essentially announcing to the island that you were alone for the night.

“Geezus” he heard Topper mutter under his breath as he took you in. Normally, he would have known better and normally Rafe would have put his head through a wall for glaring at you the way he was, but even though his fists clenched in response and he wanted to turn and say something to him, he simply couldn’t take his eyes off of you; “Geezus” didn’t even begin to cover it.

You were always undeniably beautiful to Rafe: when you wore his oversized sweatshirt around the fire pit, when you were makeup-less in your wet bikini at the beach, and especially when you were wearing next to nothing tangled up in his limbs and his soft sheets, but the dress you had on, the way your hair shone in the last rays of the sun, the way you were positively radiating had his pulse throbbing in his neck, his adam’s apple bobbing and his palms sweating. Fuck, I am so happy she’s mine he thought to himself, smiling and moving to walk towards you as your eyes met his across the crowd.

You were glowing at him and sent him a discreet smile as you greeted people and made your way in his direction. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, to have you at his side so everyone knew you were his. You approached your friends, dropping a kiss on Topper and Kelce’s cheeks before doing the same to Rafe. You made to move past him quickly, intent on talking to Olivia when he grabbed your hand.

“Hey, hold up you-you look…” he started to say, trying and struggling to find the words to capture the way his heart was pounding in his chest.

Your wide eyes met his expectantly and just when he opened his mouth to speak, they flitted over his shoulder.

“Oh! Sorry, Rafey! Just saw someone I want to catch up with, I’ll see you later” and without another word you walked away, leaving Rafe Cameron, the King of Kildare staring and stuttering after you.

You were walking away from him? he thought. You had seemed so adamant about this whole Midsummers thing, dropping hints about going together and now here he was, practically ready to get down on one knee at the sight of you, and you were walking away from him? He was speechless. He turned to watch you go… right into the arms of another man. He looked to be about your age, the same height and a similar build as Rafe, because of course Rafe was sizing him up, how could he not? This guy had his paws all over his girl. And then, after a moment’s realization, he thought darkly, she’s not your girl…

You had greeted this guy with a huge hug, and he’d nearly lifted you off the ground, now he had your full attention and you were laughing at something he said, the most sweet and perfect sound that Rafe wanted only for himself.

As everyone took their seat for dinner, you intentionally positioned yourself across the table from Rafe. The slight of not sitting next to him where he could run his fingers up your thigh or tangle them in your own left him fidgeting instead, buttoning and unbuttoning his jacket and swirling his drink. What the fuck did I used to do with my hands? he thought angrily.

You paid him no mind, instead, leaning forward on your elbows and toying with the diamond pendant around your neck, fingering it, twirling it and sliding it back and forth on its chain.

“Holy DIAMOND, girl!” Olivia said as she took note of your necklace and leaned over to get a closer look. “Is it new, where is it from?” her eyes shot from you to Rafe and back again.

He glared at you both over the rim of his glass as he took a deep gulp, trying to act unphased but also extremely curious to hear your answer knowing damn well it wasn’t from him.

Your eyes flitted to Rafe briefly before you leaned towards Olivia, lowering your voice, but not so low that he couldn’t hear you. “It was… a gift from… someone special” you said winking conspiratorially at her.

Rafe choked on his drink just as someone was standing up at the front of the crowd to make a speech, shifting everyone’s attention and interrupting the slew of words that nearly poured out of his mouth.

Who the fuck on Kildare fucking Island was buying his girl jewelry? he thought. And then, again, he reminded himself, she’s not your girl… the thought making his whole body tense, rigid and taught in anger and frustration.

For the next 20 minutes, all he could do was stare at you as you twiddled that ridiculous necklace in your fingers, imagining what it would be like to rip it off of you and replace it with something twice as nice. He was mentally calculating how much he would spend and how quickly he could get it when JJ Maybank passed by their table. Rafe had a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue until he watched JJ do a double take at you and stop in his tracks.

Don’t do it, Maybank, Rafe thought. Don’t you dare do it.

He watched JJ eye you and the distance between you and Rafe and, deeming it safe, peddled back, pulling a glass of champagne off his tray and handing it to you with a flourish. He knelt down next to your seat and when you turned to talk to him, it left JJ perfectly eye level with your cleavage. He was whispering something to you and you rested your hand on his bicep as you leaned forward to hear him. Rafe could see you blushing, and he watched Maybank take in every greedy eyeful of you. Rafe stood up so abruptly, it knocked his chair over and rattled the plates on the table. Everyone looked up at him, including you, and for the first time that night he had your full attention as your eyes widened at his reaction.

“YN, inside, let’s go” he said simply, walking to your side of the table.

You raised an eyebrow at him and his demanding tone.

“And Maybank if you don’t stop staring at her tits, I will put your face through this table.”

JJ quickly stood up and backed away with his hands raised in surrender as Rafe approached you.

“Rafe we were just—” you started.

“— Inside. Now” he said, taking you forcefully by the arm and leading you inside and into the locker room.

“Rafe! Come on! Stop it! I want to spend the night with my friends, I don’t know what you possibly have to be mad at” you said in resistance.

And that was the very last straw for him.

“WHAT I HAVE TO BE MAD AT?!” he said, incredulous, nearly shouting. “Where do I even begin with you!? You blow me off all week, then you waltz in here looking like an absolute bombshell, wearing next to nothing – I swear to God, I’ve seen you in bikinis with more material - every guy here is leering at you. Then you’re talking to that jackass who had his hands all over you…” he said, exasperated.

At this point he was pacing, his voice continuing to rise in anger and frustration. “…And then Maybank?! Maybank of all people?! He was flirting with you right in front of me. Was it to make me jealous? Is that what this is all about? Because I’m about to lose my fucking mind YN” he said running his hands through his hair, giving you sick pleasure knowing it took him probably an hour to style it. A surprised if not amused look rested on your face as you continued to twirl your necklace in your fingers.

“And who the fuck gave you that” he pointed accusingly at the diamond in your hand, not giving you a single second to respond, “No. Absolutely not. Take it off. Right now” he said, walking briskly towards you in an effort to do it himself.

You held out a hand to stop him.

“I don’t know what the big deal is Rafe” you said innocently. “What difference does it make? I’m just the girl you’re sneaking through your back door every night to smash” you shrugged, your eyes burning at him.

His eyes widened as he heard his own words on your lips.

“No, that’s – that’s not – I didn’t mean” he stuttered.

You gave him a vicious look as you watched the gears turn in his head and he tried to string a sentence together.

“Look, I didn’t mean it like that – I shouldn’t have – what I meant was – ahh, fuck it” he said, taking a step forward and closing the distance between you in an instant, one hand holding your face firmly as he pushed you against the lockers and the other coming to rest on the wall beside you, caging you in against him as he pressed his lips bruisingly to yours, devouring you, just like he’d wanted to do all night.

You wanted to stay strong, to argue, to tell him he wasn’t going to win you over like this. But he was. He so so was as he deepened the kiss almost instantly and the pad of his thumb ran across your cheek sending a shiver through your body. When he finally felt you relent and kiss him back, winding your arms around his neck and pulling yourself flush to him he let out a small groan that almost made you forget the whole point of tonight. Almost.

You pulled back, leaving not even an inch between you. The feeling of you kissing him had calmed him down significantly. His breathing had slowed but his cheeks were still flushed and his hair was mussed. He lingered there, his nose brushing yours as he stroked your cheek.

“You’re my girl” he whispered finally.

“Are you asking or telling?” you whispered back.

“Do I really need to ask, princess?” he said, meeting your gaze with his own.

You raised an eyebrow at him threateningly.

He rolled his eyes and said in a sigh, “Be mine?”

You bit your bottom lip and pretended to think about it. “Gosh, I don’t know” you said, pressing a slow kiss to his lips “M’might have to think about it” you said, pressing another kiss there, lingering longer “Mm’might need some convincing” you said, kissing him again and running your hands up his chest.

His voice was low but steady, “I will take you home right now and convince you as many times as you need me to” he said, kissing you back through a smile.

“Deal” you replied sweetly.

You moved to leave but he didn’t let you go and when you met his gaze, his brow was furrowed, his eyes searching yours. “I am serious though, about this, about you” he said. “I’m sorry I fucked up.” He looked uncharacteristically bashful, unsure even. “Really, are you mine?” he whispered.

“Yes, Rafe,” you said as your heart fluttered in your chest “All yours.”

He smiled stupidly, so far gone for you as he kissed you again. You were completely lost in the moment until he muttered against you, “Then please for the love of God will you take that necklace off and tell me who in the hell thought they could buy you something like that?”

You met his eyes strongly, the last embers of your pain crackling there.

“No” you said simply, continuing quickly when he tried to interrupt you. “I’m going to keep it and wear it whenever I damn well please to remind you of what you have and what you sure as hell want don’t want to lose.”

He looked genuinely shocked to hear you challenge him like that and you could see a tic in his jaw as he worked it back and forth in anger.

“I… hate that” he growled. “What if I buy you something nicer?”

You shrugged noncommittally and he shook his head at you. “Fine, let’s get out of here, that dress is killing me and I have a lot of convincing I want to do to you right now.” You giggled as he grabbed your hand and led you back outside, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

When you rejoined the party there were a few murmurs and glances as you hung off his arm. Were you imagining it, or was he taking the long way back to your table, intentionally parading you around the patio and staring daggers at anyone whose gaze lingered too long? Being seen together at Midsummers was basically shouting from the rooftops that you were official. You were glowing, he was too. You said goodbye to your friends and within minutes you were in his truck headed back to Tanneyhill, his hand rubbing circles higher and higher on your thigh, your fingers in his hair.

He threw the car in park and scooped you over his shoulder, carrying you all the way upstairs like that, which had you shrieking in delight. He didn’t set you down until you were in his room and he kissed you feverishly, his hands cupping your face, before his fingers traced your neck, nearing your necklace.

“Rafe” you muttered against his lips, a warning.

“Just tell me who” he muttered back, unable to let it go and kissing you deeper in the hopes of convincing you. “I’m already gonna to buy you a new one, you’ll never wear this again, but I need to know. Can’t stop thinking about someone else with their hands on you” he said as he guided you backwards towards his bed, pushing you gently onto his comforter and crawling on top of you.

“I don’t like it. I do not fucking like it” he growled against your lips. Under his anger, you detected a hint of vulnerability and you broke your kiss just long enough to look into his eyes, which gazed longingly at you as they searched your face. Perhaps you had tortured this poor boy enough.

You sighed, relenting.

“Olivia” you said.

He looked at you, completely confused for only a moment before the realization dawned on his face and he hung his head.

“There isn’t anyone else” he said in equal parts relief, frustration and embarrassment.

You shook your head at him.

“God I’m so fucking stupid” he said.

You giggled before reaching behind your neck to unclasp the necklace and toss it on his bedside table.

He looked at you with heat and tenderness, “I’m sorry that’s what it took for me to get my shit together. I wish it all happened differently, but I don’t regret it. You’re it for me, YN, no one else.”

He placed a kiss beneath your ear, to your throat, to your bare collarbone. “My girl” he whispered against your skin, enjoying how it felt on his tongue and the sound of your sweet laughter in response.

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NEVER STOP FIGHTING

Pairing(s): Rafe x fem!reader, Kook vs Pogue

Word Count: 2.5 K

Summary: When a pogue gets touchy with y/n Rafe and Topper come to her rescue.

Warnings: Fighting, Touching, Kissing, Swearing, Fingering

Arriving at Toppers party, I felt utterly drained after working a double shift at the Wreck. My eyes were struggling to stay open.

Despite my exhaustion, Rafe insisted I join the celebration, as it marked the first night of summer. Naturally, I agreed, and mustering some energy, I managed to change into a charming pink bikini adorned with flowers, wearing shorts over it.

As I ascend the stairs, the sound of people singing and rapping along to 50 Cent's "Candy Shop" catches my attention. Amused by their enthusiasm, I chuckle to myself while navigating through the crowd, trying to locate Rafe or his friends.

As I make my way to the pool area, I hear a guy whistling at me. I turn to see him looking me up and down, biting his lip. He approaches me with a disrespectful comment, saying, “Hey Baby……. come over here and spread those legs f’me” His words make me uncomfortable as he starts to get out of the pool.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" I asked, taken aback. Did he really utter those words? He stands approximately a meter away from me, still wet from the pool, and responds, “What? You think your too good f’me? Walking around like that, your just asking to be fucked baby.”

"Does that line ever work for you?" I said with a smirk, trying to hide my shock at his previous words. If he knew my boyfriend, he wouldn't dare to speak or even look in my direction.

He stared right into my eyes as if I had provoked him, and I could sense his anger. As I began to walk away, he forcefully grabbed my waist, leaving red marks, and pulled me towards him.

Reacting quickly, I pushed him back, causing him to fall into the pool, creating a big splash that drew everyone's attention to the unfolding situation.

"Touch me again, and you'll regret it... I promise," I warned him firmly.

Ignoring my warning, he attempted to continue his inappropriate advances, but Sarah, raising her voice, told him to "F**K OFF."

She came over to me, saw the red marks on my waist, and expressed her concern. He stared me down, making a threatening comment, claiming he always gets what he wants.

Sarah linked arms with me, guiding me away from the unpleasant encounter while giving him the finger. Inside, she got some ice from the freezer and wrapped a cloth around it, handing it to me.

"Are you okay?" she asked, and I nodded, placing the ice gently below my bikini top to ease the discomfort.

"Have you seen Rafe?" I inquire from her.

"He was near the fire before I came to get you," she responds, taking my hand and guiding me towards the sunken fire pit on the opposite side of the house. From there, I spot Topper and Kelce sitting around the fire.

"Y/n's here!" Topper exclaims, stumbling over Kelce's legs as he rushes over to give me a hug.

"Everyone, the party has officially started now that the coolest and hottest chick in the OBX has arrived!" he announces to the crowd, eliciting cheers from everyone as the music turns up.

We all returned to our seats by the fire, and Topper handed me a fresh beer from the cooler beside him.

Sarah leaned in, wrapping her arm over my shoulder, and whispered into Topper's ear, asking, "Where's Rafe at?"

"He went to get a bottle from the cellar," he slurred in response. "Why do you even care about Rafe? It's not like you guys like each other."

I snapped back at him, irritated, "She was asking for me. Some guy was being inappropriate, and he grabbed me." Swiftly, I put my top back on to cover the scratches from the earlier incident.

Topper seemed angered by what I told him and decided to go find Rafe. He discovered Rafe locking up the cellar and walking back up the stairs.

"Rafe, I need to talk to you, bro!" Topper called out.

With a smirk, Rafe took a swig from the bottle of whiskey in his hand and responded, "Whatever it is, I didn't do it."

"It doesn't matter," Topper replied. "Look, someone got too handsy with y/n." Rafe fell silent, but his grip on the bottle tightened, almost breaking it.

"She's fine, though, out by the fire with Sarah and Kelce." Rafe pushed past Topper, headed back up the stairs, and joined us at the fire pit. I was sitting between Sarah and Kelce when Rafe and Topper returned.

Rafe knelt in front of me, holding my hands gently. "Baby, hey, Top told me what happened. Are you okay?" Concerned, I motioned for us to speak privately. Standing up, I held his hand, and we moved over to the side fence. "Babe, are you alright?" he asked, lifting my chin with his thumb.

"Not really," I replied, meeting his gaze. I lifted my shirt just below my chest, revealing the scratch marks he had unintentionally caused.

Rafe's eyes focused on the three deep scratches that had broken the skin. His thumb grazed gently over the area, and I flinched in response, causing him to quickly retract his hand to my hip.

"WHO WAS IT? DO I KNOW HIM?" he asked, scanning the area for answers.

"I had never seen him before, probably a Pogue," I said, seeking comfort in Rafe's tight embrace, resting my head against his chest and closing my eyes.

But as I opened my eyes again, I notice the pogue gazing at me, gesturing thrusting actions with his body.

“OMG RAFE!!” I gasped, grabbing his shirt to get his attention. “Thats- thats him over there staring at me!” Rafe looked over to see this dick placing two fingers to his eyes and pointing back at me. He seizes my hand and leads me back over to Topper.

“Yo Top, follow me now!” He said while we walked over to the pogue. I stood beside Rafe as he spoke abruptly. “WHAT’S THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!” He shouted at him getting real close to his face.

“I don’t have one, she does” he stated, stepping closer and pointing in my direction. Reacting, I tightly gripped Rafe's arm and pressed my body against his side.

“She’s strutting around looking like a slut, begging to be fucked dumb and by the looks of things you ain’t doing it right. So if you don’t mind imma take out for spin”. He added, attempting to grab my arm. However, before he could get far, Rafe's fist connected with his face, causing him to stagger backward a few steps.

“You hit like a Bitch” he shouted, retaliating with a punch to Rafe's jaw, followed by another blow to the abdomen, sending Rafe to his knees.

Topper grabbed Rafe's arm and lifted him back up. He goes to hit Rafe again but I intervened, standing in front of Rafe and channeling all my fear and anger into a forceful right hook that sent him crashing to the ground.

I shake my hand out from the piercing pain I felt through my knuckles as I look back Rafe and Top. They both smiled “That was really hot baby” Rafe smirked.

Top supported Rafe by placing his arm over his shoulders, and together, we began to make our way back to the fire. Sarah joined us, expressing concern, as she approached. Her attention was drawn to my hand, which was covered in crimson-stained blood due to the earlier altercation.

"Y/n, that was quite a right hook,” she remarked, admiringly. "But we should get you cleaned up."

Rafe vehemently disagreed with Sarah's suggestion. "No," he interjected, his eyes squinting in pain. "I'm not letting her out of my sight."

Kelce, however, stepped forward, offering a solution. "I'll go with them," he offered. Rafe nodded in agreement. The three of us proceeded back into Top's house and found ourselves in his bathroom.

Kelce positioned himself as a lookout while Sarah tended to my injuries. We closed the bathroom door to have some privacy.

Upon opening the door, we were confronted with the sight of Kelce lying unconscious near the wall. Sarah quickly bent down to check on him, but before she could react, a man hidden behind the wall forcefully pushed her, causing her to stumble over Kelce's body.

As she turned around, she came face to face with that despicable pogue.

I attempted to close the door to protect myself, but he was too strong and managed to burst through. With a chilling and sinister tone, he taunted, "I told you I would get you, didn't I."

Trying to escape, I made a desperate move to push past him, but my efforts were futile.

He grabbed me from behind by the throat, lifting me up and slamming my back against the unforgiving tiles, leaving me breathless.

Then, with an aggressive motion, he straddled me and forcefully kissed me, while his hands started to undo my shorts.

In sheer desperation, I screamed for help, and Sarah, who had overheard my cries, attempted to barge open the door. Failing to break through, she ran back to the boys, urgently yelling, "Rafe! Top! Help!" as she frantically waved her arms in the air.

As I struggled to free myself, he pinned my arms beneath his knees, making it even harder to escape his grasp. My shorts were unzipped, and he intruded into my panties with his hand.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I attempted to fight back, using my head to hit his forehead, but the effort seemed futile despite my throbbing head.

His fingers toyed with my entrance, and suddenly, without any warning, he forcefully inserted one finger, thrusting it in and out with an unyielding rhythm. He didn't stop there and added a second and then a third finger, continuing his relentless movements. I let out a piercing scream, desperately trying to make him stop.

"Y/n!" I heard Rafe's voice shouting from the other side of the door. "Top, what the hell is this door made of?" he yelled, frustrated, as he repeatedly kicked the door, attempting to break it down.

In an attempt to silence me, he covered my mouth with his free hand, but I reacted by biting his hand as hard as I could. He released me, gasping in pain.

Seizing the opportunity, I managed to free my arm and landed a powerful punch right to his throat. Despite the hit, he remained conscious, continuing his aggressive actions, gripping my throat tightly while his fingers were still inside me. My chest tightened, and my vision started to blur.

"Y/n, hold on, baby!" Rafe's voice echoed faintly from behind the door.

"RAFE, PLEASE HELP ME!" I barely managed to utter before the door frame broke, and Topper charged in, tackling the him into the bath.

His fingers were violently pulled out of me, causing intense pain. I curled up on the floor, and as Rafe rushed in after Topper, he fell to his knees beside me.

"Baby, are you hurt?" he asked, anxiously scanning my body for any signs of injury. My hand went down to my shorts, leading his eyes to where I was hurt.

His gaze met mine, his eyes slightly watering. He gently helped me to my feet, but my legs were shaking, and I held onto his shoulders for support.

Rafe placed his arm under my knees and carried me in a bridal style out of the bathroom, leading us to his car. Looking over his shoulder, I saw Topper and Kelce dragging the pogue outside.

Rafe guided us to his truck and settled me in the passenger seat placing a blanket over me before heading towards the driver's side.

"I'm so grateful, Rafe. Thank you for saving me," I managed to say between huffs and tears streaming down my cheeks.

He gently urged me to look at him, tenderly brushing a strand of hair behind my ear and cupping my face. "Hey, baby, I'll always protect you. I'm so sorry I brought you here tonight," he expressed with regret.

"It's not your fault, Rafe. I'm just relieved he got what he deserved. But promise me you won't leave me alone again," I insisted, meeting his gaze and extending my hand for him to hold. He intertwined his fingers with mine and looked at me with a serious expression.

"NEVER," he declared, leaning over to plant a comforting kiss on my forehead. Starting the car, he drove us back to Tanney Hill. The journey was silent, with some background music to help numb the lingering silence.

Finally, we reached his house, and he unbuckled his seat belt, rushing to the passenger side to open my door.

I reached out my hand, and he lifted me gently into his arms. I asked if he could carry me upstairs, and he readily obliged, carefully balancing me as he closed the truck door with his shoulder.

Once inside, he carried me up to his room, placing me gently on the edge of the bed before going to the bathroom to get a glass of water.

"Can I take a shower?" I murmured, my voice barely audible. He returned from the bathroom, placing the glass on the side table.

"Yeah, of course, baby," he replied, heading back into the bathroom to turn the shower on. I removed my top and shorts, leaving myself in my bikini. When he came back, he lifted me up and wrapped his arm around my waist.

Leaning against the basin, I sought his assistance in undressing. "Are you coming in too?" I inquired.

He looked at me, ensuring I truly wanted him to join. I nodded in response, and he nodded back. He undressed himself, and we both stepped into the shower together.

He stood behind me, his arms enveloping my breasts, allowing the water to cascade over my front and relax me. My head fell back into the crook of his neck, and he gently rested his head on mine.

He positioned me in the corner of the shower while he turned off the tap, and then he grabbed a towel for himself, wrapping it around his hips. Another towel was picked up for me.

Rafe opened the towel and gently guided me into it, wrapping it snugly around my body. With him holding me close, we walked back into his room.

He had already prepared comfortable clothing for me to sleep in, consisting of track pants and a cropped top. As he helped me change, I let the towel drop, and then he opened the bed and tucked me in. After slipping on his own pants, he joined me on the bed.

"I love you, Rafe," I expressed, giving him a peck on the lips and leaning my head against his bare chest.

"I love you too," he replied, sliding his arm under my body and pulling me closer. He soothingly rubbed circles on my back until I eventually fell asleep.

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