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dearcarmine · 22 days

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is it casual now?

: ̗̀➛ pairing; jake “hangman” seresin + afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ tags; smut { afab receiving oral and implied vaginal sex } making out, angst { unfortunate situationship and fast paced imo }

: ̗̀➛ summary; you and jake have been together physically for a while, but never made it official. you get sick of it and address it, which results in a casual interaction.

: ̗̀➛ a/n; 1k based on casual by chappell roan and requested by @earth2lua <3 tysm for the idea i love it so so so much. don’t care if it’s a messy plot and not organized, i was feeling this all too well. # situationshipsurvivor

your eyes fixed on jake’s as he kissed on your thighs. you laid back in the passenger seat, the man’s head between your thighs and his hair messy from your grip. your hands had tugged on it multiple times before and his tongue forced itself into you like it was routine.

“fuck..don’t stop—” you pleaded loudly; your body shook in pleasure as he pushed his tongue in and out of your pussy, desperate for the taste he took in every thursday. it was a bit stupid in your eyes, to have certain days where you’d meet with him and do things you told yourself you’d never do or even think of.

something about him, his touch, and the way he talked..like he could pinpoint all different aspects of what you liked, loved, disliked, hated, and yearned. he’d talk you through anything, but you didn’t touch what could become more.

he moved his head up your waist and kissed along your stomach, “so fucking good,” he looked up, pussy drunk and desperate for more. jake kissed along your waist and shifted past your pulled down panties to get to your thighs; he worshipped every part he could. why wouldn’t he want more than this?

his tongue parted ways with your skin and started back, kissing gently on your clit before eating you out like it was his first time. your orgasm built inside you as you bucked your hips forward, needing his tongue deeper. his light eyes glanced up and a apparent smirk spread on his lips as he dug his face deeper.

“god— right there..jake,” you huffed and whispered his name like a chant until you came, coating his lips in your cum. he didn’t stop, he never was the type. his tongue kept going until you were clean from his effect and he’d look up at you with the impression that next week works.

he stood and leaned down between your legs at your level and kissed your lips, one hand in your hair and the other on your side. “taste that?” he moaned into the kiss and stopped briefly to tell you he needed you badly.

you moved your legs up and let him open the door to leave the passenger seat. his feet hit the pavement harshly and he walked around the hood to get to his place beside you.

it was a little difficult to get your jeans up and it didn’t feel like help when jake leaned over and helped button them. he touched on your thigh and smiled, kissing your cheek and reaching back behind his seat for a water. his truck was bigger on the outside; a smooth of shady grey with small, but prided, marks and scratches. it’s what he picked you up in; it’s what he dropped you off in.

jake handed you the fresh water bottle and changed the gear, “you can take the radio if you want.” you nodded and put a calm tune, something to ease the ride.

he drove across the empty road to make it to your house, turning slowly with the sound of the signal into your driveway. he shifted the gear and parked, looking over at you, “do you want me to walk you in? stay for a bit or?—”

“no, it’s fine.”

jake wasn’t taken aback by your dry statement, but he noticed something off. you didn’t exit, but instead stared down your front door as the headlights shined at the paint. “i’ll text you, okay?”

he leaned over to kiss your lips, but you moved your head and allowed his lips over your cheek. he pulled away with a confused look; you hated this. baby, no attachment, he said. his excuse to drag this on as long as you both needed. you blatantly shut the radio off.

“is this all we do, jake?” you asked him, refusing to make eye contact. your friends had told you what he told his friends; it’s a casual thing, there’s no attachment or strings. yet, there are feelings. the feeling of his tongue inside you and his lips on your tits like you’re the first he’s had. your hand reached for your house keys in the bottom of the cup holder, “nevermind.”

he took your arm, “what? what are you talking about?” your fingers left the car door handle. you tossed the keys back into the holder and shook your head, “it’s like— you’re telling the guys about us and i never hear anything official. you swear yourself i’m the only one, but you won’t even go as far as eating me out.”

and you didn’t lie. he never took off his pants unless it was you on your knees as he sat on his couch or leaning down in his truck.

with his hand on your thigh, jake moved over and kissed your cheek, lowering to your neck. it was embarrassing how easily you let him before shrugging away. “don’t do that shit, hangman. isn’t that you? leaving everyone to hang out and dry? the top notch naval avi—”

he shut you up with his lips pressed against yours, briefly pulling away to speak, “i don’t want to go any further when it’s like this..until i’m sure.”

your chest rose with shock from his bold movements. you looked away and your brows furrowed. “you’re not sure about me?”

he shook his head, “no, that’s not..”

jake didn’t want attachment because that meant commitment, you thought.

the headlights turned off. he trailed off his explanation and removed his hands from you. “what do you want it to be like then?”

he looked at you like it hurt his eyes if he didn’t, “i don’t know.”

he answered like you thought he would and that was worse than what you wanted. he wasn’t trying to, but made you leave the truck later than you wanted. he got out the truck and followed you and before you could close the front door, he held it and walked inside. you turned and waved your hand up in annoyance, “you’re wasting gas if you even come back, jake, i’m serious.”

he set his keys away and scoffed, “we both said we weren’t gonna get attached, you can’t get mad at that.”

“you’re acting like it’s the most casual thing in the world, jake! like fucking your close friend is a conversation starter with someone like coyote or—”

“it’s not!” he spoke loudly, almost with anger.

your eyes shot a deep look into his. he corrected himself quickly with a calm tone, “it’s not.”

jake neared you as you stood still, reaching his hand for your face and his other on your waist. it could be more than just casual, it can actually be something meaningful when he’s fucking you like you’re the only one he thinks about.

no attachment.

you looked up at his hooded eyes as they stared down at you with a sorry face. that wasn’t why you wanted to.

his lips leaned down to yours and he shut the door with a soft and quick kick back. the two of you backed into the living room and bumped the coffee table before making it to the couch.

“it’s not just a thing for me.” you took his words with more than a grain of salt for the first time.

jake’s mouth trailed down to your neck and you took off your shirt with his encouragement. he laid you on the couch and put himself over you. his hands roamed your body until they reached the waistband of your pants. he took them off and discarded his shirt, “you’re beautiful, baby,” he said as he kissed along your waist. his better judgement was clouded by the moment as was yours

if you had second thoughts, they were for a reason.

he shook off his pants as quickly as he could and leaned down to kiss you again. the two of you took in the rush of it all. “is this okay?” he asked you as he slid your panties to the side.

you nodded.

: ̗̀➛ a/n; it’s pretty late and i really wanted to see where this goes, but i was debating so much in this. it’s kinda my first angsty writing, but yeah. hoping to write something plotless and slutty for him soon, but i wanted to write more than i’ve been writing lately.

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lyricallyiinlove · 1 month

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casual, chappell roan

#lyrics #lyric posting #lyric edit #lyric quotes #chappell roan #midwest princess #the rise and fall of a midwest princess #trafoamp #chappell roan lyrics #casual chappell roan

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sharkbatez · 1 year

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And I try to be the chill girl That holds her tongue and gives you space I try to be the chill girl But honestly, I'm not

Casual | Chappell Roan

#Casual #Chappell Roan #Casual Chappell Roan #gifset #love the visual representation of a toxic relationship #wlw???? wlw!!!#also love the fairy tale disney dream sequence #kinda reminds me of Sleeping Beauty #just some very minor edits so as not to ruin the wes anderson-esque vibe #sharkymvgifset

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lover-praxis · 6 months

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casual by chappell roan eats so hard i want to cry during sex to this song

#me an asexual:#i'd have sex just to cry during it for this song #gale's journal #chappell roan #casual #casual chappell roan

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buticanfixhernoreallyican · 2 months

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i thought you thought of me better, someone you couldn't lose (casual, chappell roan)

#chappell roan #edits #chappell roan edits #casual chappell roan

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incoherentgoodomenssobbing · 23 days

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Therapist: Australian chappell roan isn’t real and can’t hurt you

Australian chappell roan: red wine supernovar

British Chappell roan, drinking in the corner: innit casual now

#chappell roan #red wine supernova #casual chappell roan #rise and fall of a midwest princess #the rise and fall of a midwest princess

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whalesharkgummer · 6 days

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shedrifts · 1 year

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#SoundCloud #casual chappell roan

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mycahesp · 16 days

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is it casual now?

sorry i didn't know it was casual to run the risk of being sent back to america for breaking multiple rules in order to lay in my arms after a long day. wasn’t sure if it was casual to both fall into such a peace for two incredibly high strung individuals, half falling asleep, lazily kissing each other wherever we please, holding each other as close as we can because we're the universe the other needed. i wouldn't call it casual the way you woke me up to turn around in my arms and slide me down underneath you so that you could kiss me like it was the only thing worth doing, now or ever, put your tongue in my mouth like you own it (because you did), bite my lip like you just want to keep it between your teeth forever (you could've if you wanted to) for what was over half an hour, what felt like nothing and forever. was it casual to break apart, sit us up and slide me into your lap, hold me so tightly i felt it for hours after you left, through my sleep and into the next day? i could be wrong, but i didn't think the way you held me like i was your entire world was casual. the way you held me like nothing mattered ever and never would. the way you held me like i was everything you ever wanted or needed. the way you held me like a thirsty man holds water he knows will flow through his hands (i should've seen the sign)

#casual chappell roan #is it casual now?#knee deep in the passenger seat #breakup #poetry #words #spilled words #thought #love #loving you #some thoughts for my beautiful boy #my beautiful boy

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topperscumslut · 16 days

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hello i just sent my coworker at taco bell/best friend/situationship that i cry to Casual about fucjing THIS with the caption “what if we sold the chappell roan baja blast hot dogs” and nothing else at 6 in the goddamn morning

#she’s so me coded #he’s gonna be like #this bitch is so fucking high #chappell roan #stoned posting #situationship #funny #casual chappell roan #midwest princess

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heymacy · 2 months

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CASUAL by CHAPPELL ROAN ♫ Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out, is it casual now?

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kisses4kaia · 2 months

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mdni. 18+ content. another installment of this au.

college!luke castellan doesn’t care about hickies.

of course, his frat brothers tease them relentlessly, but he does nothing to rebate the suggestions from most that they were from you. it wasn’t any secret that you and him had been fucking—casually, of course, he didn’t have time for relationships—for some time now, but it always left you a little jarred when he would be so open to the display of red bites left splayed on his neck.

“won’t they see?” you ask a bit dumbly after luke asks you to mark him through passionate kisses. rudely—your friends thought—he’d pulled you away from the dining hall with no explanation other than ‘needing you’.

“what?” he says, slightly breathless from kissing. the question had taken him aback because, had he not made it clear by now?

“won’t your friends see the… you know?” the sheepish tone in your voice elicits a deep chuckle from luke before he presses his lips against your neck, not hard enough to create hickies just yet, but not exactly gently either. “you want the truth, princess?” your eyebrows furrow a little dumbly but you nod with curiosity. “i think you love seeing ‘em on me, and you love when people know they’re from you,” he says. “and you know i don’t care if anyone sees. i know you know me better than that, don’t you, baby?” luke’s timbre is so low, so arousing and you can hardly keep the needy whimper in.

you just nod, no more doubt within you as you trail kisses down his scar, to his jaw, down to his neck and collarbone. the satisfied groans you elicit from him as you find that spot on his throat sends you in a daze almost immediately. his lips catch yours again before he flips the both of you over, settling on his knees in front of you.

luke’s mouth is everywhere, nibbing at the surface of your skin, laving his tongue over the fresh ache. his strong hands pulling your shorts and panties down in one go. “gonna mark you here,” he says, catching the plush flesh of your inner thigh between his teeth, sucking on the area and conjuring a livid stain on your skin.

he forges more and more red marks onto your skin before he finally puts his mouth on your neediest place. luke’s suctions his lips around your clit, forcing a choked gasp from you and a hand flying down onto his head. he groans against you as your back arches and your fingers tangle in his hair, tightening and tugging. he works hard, like he’s being paid to eat you out, but really, he knows he would pay to die between your thighs.

just as luke’s tongue pushes it’s way into your sopping hole, you feel that blissfully hot, white, sensation swim over and past you. your thighs are most likely suffocating luke, but he doesn’t seem to mind, or even notice really.

his tongue fucks you through your orgasm, and upon coming down from your high, luke’s head rises from your middle.

“we’re still casual, though?”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 !#lukesie bb 🐛.#kaia writes luke #luke castellan x you #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan fanfiction #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #pjo smut #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo #percy jackson smut #percy jackson and the olympians #this was inspired by casual by chappel roan go stream #🥰

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eclrrtwo · 22 days

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Amberprice turning me evil

#totally based off of Chappell roan casual #casual #chappell roan #amberprice #rachel amber #chloe price #amberprice fanart #Chloe price fanart #rachel amber fanart #amberprice comic #mini comic #life is strange #life is strange before the storm #LiS #LiS bts

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swearphil · 17 days

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If it's casual...

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eraenaa · 2 months

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Casual

Inspired by the song "Casual" by Chappell Roan

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You would settle for causality as long as you had Rafe by your side.

Warnings: ¿Angst?, Mature, 18+, P in V Sex, Oral Sex (F receiving), Fingering, Choking, Not Proofread

Word Count: 2,126

A little break from Aemond fics because I just recently watched an obscene amount of Rafe edits, and now I'm obsessed.

“Rafe… fuck, Rafe,” you called— cried as he was stated between your legs. Your lusted eyes warily scanned the outside, mortified by the idea of you two being caught in such a state. “Shh… I’m doing my best work here,” He hummed and nipped the inside of your thigh, making you whimper. Your hands tangled in his hair, your lips were in between your teeth as his fingers slipped in and out of you, his ring adding a sense of coolness that only aided you in pleasure. “We—we might get caught!”You shirked as his lips sucked on your nubbin. “I really don’t fucking care, baby,” Rafe growled and nuzzled his face closer to your cunt.

You gasped and took hold of the grab handle of his truck as his fingers curled at the familiar sensation of you peaking was about to break. “Rafe!” You cried, and he just chucked and continued to draw circles on your clit, waiting for you to come undone on his lips. “Fuck you always taste so good,” he groaned as he lapped your cunt, and you tried to catch your breath. You slumped on the passenger seat, your back resting on the door and your head leaning against the fogged window. You sighed as his lips met yours, tasting yourself on his tongue while his hand went to cup your breast under your shirt. “We could have gotten caught,” You say against his lips when both of you parted for air. “So what? Let them see how great I am at eating you out,” he said with a sly smirk, enjoying the way your cheeks would flush and your gaze would bashfully go downward.

Rafe chuckled and kissed your cheek before settling himself in his seat and starting the engine of his truck. “Come on, let’s get you home,” he said, resting his large hand on your thigh. “Or would you rather go back to mine?” He asked, and you shook your head at his teasing tone. “I can’t. My parents are expecting me for dinner,” You said and stared at his hand on your thigh; it was odd that you found that part of his so attractive. Rafe hummed and squeezed the plump flesh of your thigh. “That reminds me, Rose told me to tell you you’re invited for dinner tomorrow.” He said as he turned a street. You slightly frown at his words. “Why?” You ask. It was unexpected— maybe even inappropriate because, though having known him and his family for a couple of years, you and Rafe were not on a level of social intimacy that warranted you joining him and his family for Sunday night dinner.

He had made it perfectly clear to his friends what the two of you were. That you two were just casual— just simply going about and fucking each other. “Nothing but a pastime— purely physical,” were his words. You would admit that it stung greatly. But you could not hold it against him because you perfectly knew that Rafe was not the committal type. He wanted something less serious and where there would be no strings attached. And you, who grew up with the idea of relationships stuck in your brain— being labeled as a hopeless romantic by your friends, settled for a casual fling with Rafe because… you wanted him— the whole of him. Even though he only wanted your body, that was enough for you to settle because you’d rather have him want you in a physical sense than not have him want you in any sense at all.

Rafe simply shrugged at your question. “Want me to pick you up?” He asked as he was pulling up to the driveway of your family’s estate. “Uh… no, I’ll just ask our driver,” you say because the act of him going out of his way to pick you up and drive you to dinner with his family was an act of intimacy that you would surely misinterpret and lead you to grow fonder of him whilst he still wants the casualty that did not come easily to you. “You sure?” He asked as his car stopped in the curve of your driveway. “Yeah, wouldn’t wanna impose,” You smile and remove your seatbelt. Rafe nodded and moved to kiss you again. And though you enjoyed kissing him, there was uncertainty on your lips.

“His step-mom invited me to dinner,” you told your friend through the phone. “Why?” They asked in the same confused tone you heard earlier. “I don’t know, too,” You say as you raid your closet for something to wear for the dinner that is fast approaching. “I thought you two were casual?” They asked—their tone hinting distaste. “We are,” You say and stare at yourself in the mirror, deciding which dress suits you best. Strategic in what to wear. You wanted your clothes to be casual but not come off as uncaring.

“Then why would she…?” Your friend trialed, and you debated if you should tell them the thought that pestered in the back of your head. If you should utter the hopefulness and optimism that you harbored. “What if… what if Rafe changed his mind? Maybe he doesn’t want casual anymore, and inviting me to their family dinner is a sign of formality— of exclusiveness.” You said, waiting for their reply. Your friend was silent, trying to find words that would not offend your ludicrous thoughts. They had only met Rafe twice during the summer, but they had the accurate image of him being noncommittal and just one to play around with girls.

“Am I reading too much into this?” You sighed as you were met with stony silence. “A bit, yes,” they finally spoke, making you sigh heavily. “I told you this was not your brightest idea,” they said, and you shook your head. “Just… be cautious. I don’t want you to get hurt. You gave him a lot of your firsts… it’s just— I, for one, know the regret and pain in tying your firsts to someone unworthy of it.” You bit your lip and nodded. Saying goodbye to your friend and promising to visit them in New York once spring break comes.

“You’re here! She’s here!” Weezy exclaimed as she abruptly opened the door of Cameron’s estate. Rafe’s younger sister practically bouncing around and beaming up at you. “Hey,” Race greeted as he descended down the steps, “What’d you bring?” He asked and took the box in your hands; his stepmom Rose coming to greet you in the foyer. “Oh… I brought cupcakes,” you smiled as Rose greeted you with a hug. “Oh, you shouldn’t have gone through the bother, but thank you. Come on, dinner is ready,” Rose smiled, and Weezy took the box and followed her mom. Rafe guiding you to their dinning room with hand placed on the low of your back, edging towards your ass and you had to elbow him in fear of being seen. His reply was only an amused chuckle.

The night proceeded with his parents getting to know you better. Interested in you because your family was one of the wealthiest— if not, the wealthiest on the island. Yet, unsociable because your parents had no want to participate and spend their off time in the country club nor attend the parties thrown by the island’s elite. You, however, were introduced to Rafe through his sister, Sarah, who was notably missing from the dinner table.

You were discussing something with Weezy when Rafe leaned closer to you and whispered something in your ear. “Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes.” He stood up, excusing himself, saying he had a call to take. You battled with yourself if you should do as he asked. It was completely inappropriate to have sex in the washroom whilst his parents and sister were at the dinner table. But the thought of Rafe pushing you against the bathroom counter, you watching him as he fucked you through the mirror… it was enough for wetness to come to your cunt, and you quickly excused yourself from the table.

You looked behind you before taking hold of the bathroom doorknob. The door swung open, and Rafe pulled you in, quickly smashing your lips and moving you to sit on the cool marble counter of the sink. “Thank god you’re wearing a dress,” He practically growled as his fingers were quick to be met with your cunt and your lips continued to dance. “They might get suspicious,” you breathed out as his fingers worked their way into you, and his lips moved to your neck. Rafe groaned as your hand cupped his length through his trousers. “Again, baby, I don’t fucking care.” You gasped as Rafe abruptly pulled you off the counter, turning you to face the mirror and bundling your hair in his hand. His other hand was frantically hiking up your dress and pulling down your underwear. “Such a perfect ass,” He mused and harshly gripped the flesh, making a wince.

You bit your lip and rolled your eyes in pleasure as his cock plunged deep into you. Rafe hissing in pleasure and gripping your hair tighter. “So fucking tight— if I weren’t the one to take your virginity, your cunt would have me believe you’ve never been fucked before… but we both know that’s not the truth, huh baby?” Rafe taunted as he rested your head on his chest, your back arched as he pounded into you. You let out a stifled moan as he removed his grip from your hair and instead placed it around your neck; his other hand, the one with his ring, found its way to the bundle of nerves on your cunt, determined to make you cry out in pleasure— for his family to hear your actions.

“Rafe— please… I—“ You rasped as you felt the need for release. “Aw… not yet, baby… you don’t get to come yet,” Rafe taunted and gripped your neck tighter, enjoying the way tears spilled from your eyes and the way your cunt clenched tighter around him. “Watch me fuck you, pretty girl. I want you to watch how pleasured you are by my cock.” You obeyed his order and watched at the pleasured state both of you were enveloped in, your eyes locking with blue ones through the mirror. You plead with him for release, which only spurs a deeper desire in Rafe. When his thrusts became sloppier, and his grip on your neck grew tighter to the point he was truly close to obstructing your breathing, that was when he finally let you come undone.

It had been a week since the family dinner at Rafe’s. Your parents were away on business, giving you and Rafe the opportunity to play house. The lines of casualness blurred when you had Rafe holding you close in sleep every night when he would wake you with his kisses and his lips on your cunt. The lines of casualness faded away when you cooked for him at dinner, and he served you breakfast in bed.

You started to wonder if being casual meant that you would take showers together, that you would be in each other’s arms as you watched hours of movies. Was it still casual when he handed you his phone because his sister wanted to talk to you? It’s hard to say you two were just casual when he went through the piles of your baby albums and forced you to tell the story behind each photo, making you recall your childhood with such interest that it made your heart flutter. It was far from casual when he lay on your lap and started to open up about his torn relationship with his dad and mum; your hand soothingly brushed his hair whilst the other was intertwined with his.

Hope was dangerously blooming in your heart that perhaps you two were starting to be more than casual. The actions shown led that way. You only had to muster up the courage to ask Rafe for more, to establish something stable between the two of you. So you went to his party with hopes that you two would be something more. Idealistic and idiotic because the moment you stepped foot in his house, with the crowds of people and the music blasting, all you could see was him in the corner, making out with another girl. Holding her in the way he held you, kissing her in the way he kissed you. Your heart pitted, and your mind scolded you for being stupid enough to hope. You hated yourself because you made yourself believe that Rafe Cameron would ever want something more than casual.

Part 2

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