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Hi can you please do one about the Travis and Taylor rumours going around. Maybe like your Taylor’s sister dating Travis secretly for awhile now and your pregnant. And like the Taylor concert he went to he was like there with you and the football that Taylor went to she was like there with you. And it all comes out that he’s with you and not Taylor and they find out your pregnant and all and are so shocked and didn’t see it coming. Like if that makes sense 🙂
EVERYONE WAS WRONG
parings: travis kelce + swift!reader
author 🗒️’s: I missed writing smau 😭
summary: where you are taylor swift sister and there’s something with travis but everyone thinks he and taylor are dating.
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taylorswift still can't believe you made me come to this game
⤷ ynswift didn't force you at all!
user6 love seeing the swift sisters together
killatrav It was nice meeting you, y/n
⤷ ynswift likewise, kelce
⤷ killatrav hope to see you girls at the next game
⤷ ynswift I need to check my schedule
user1 y/n being the cupid of tayvis
user Is it confirmed that taylor and travis are together???
⤷ user4 I think so
user2 she it's me in life: the friend who always couples people up
user5 andrea, please adopt me to be their sister!
⤷ ynswift mom said she'd adopt!
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⤷ ynswift I swear we still loyal to your team
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Y/N and Travis had met during a The Eras concert, what seemed like a normal show turned into something entirely different. Y/N didn't expect it until she literally ran into this 6'5'' tall man. He was so much taller than her that she couldn't help but feel incredibly drawn to the unknown man, so much so that she forgot how to speak when he asked if she was okay.
Travis found the blonde girl utterly charming and just had to ask for her number. However, instead of getting her number, he received a polite but firm "no." That piqued the curiosity of the Kansas City Chiefs' tight end. With determination, he approached one of the security guards to inquire about the mysterious blonde girl. After a bit of investigating, he finally discovered that she was Y/N Swift, the younger sister of the famous Taylor Swift.
Travis couldn't help but be intrigued by this revelation. He felt compelled to get to know Y/N better, despite the initial rejection. It took him over a week to gather the courage to send her a direct message. When he did, he invited her to an Eagles game, which he later learned was the Swift family's favorite team, and having her older brother on the team made it easier to secure a private suite for their date.
As the two of them spent more time together, a genuine connection began to form. Y/N was captivated by Travis's charisma and his down-to-earth personality, something she hadn't experienced with anyone in a long time. Travis, on the other hand, was smitten with Y/N's intelligence, warmth, and her unique ability to make him forget about the pressures of the football field.
One date led to another, and before they knew it, they were deeply involved in a relationship that neither had anticipated. Their connection was electric, and they couldn't get enough of each other's company.
As the days turned into weeks and then into months, Y/N and Travis's bond grew stronger. They had shared dreams, inside jokes, and an unspoken understanding that went beyond the public eye. But their connection was shrouded in secrecy, as Y/N didn't want to overshadow her sister's fame and success.
Despite their efforts to keep things private, the media eventually caught wind of their relationship. Reports began to circulate, with speculations of a romance between Travis and Taylor Swift, not Y/N. The rumors hurt Y/N, as it seemed like her own life would always be overshadowed by her sister's immense fame.
Little did she know that amidst the media frenzy and the complications of their secret relationship, she would find herself facing an unexpected twist of fate – she was pregnant with Travis's child.
As days turned into weeks, Y/N couldn't keep the secret any longer. She knew she needed to tell Travis about the life-changing news, despite the fear and uncertainty that loomed over her. She had never been in a situation like this before.
One evening, she decided it was time to confide in Travis. With her heart pounding, she went to his house, her mind filled with thoughts of how he might react. Would he be overwhelmed? Would he want to be a part of this?
Travis opened the door and smiled warmly at her, inviting her in. Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to talk to you about, something important."
Travis's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. "What's going on, Y/N? You look serious."
Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to tell you. It's not easy, and we didn't plan for this, but..." She paused, her eyes glistening with emotion, "I'm pregnant."
For a few seconds, there was silence. Travis processed the information, and his eyes filled with a mix of emotions, but he didn't look away from Y/N. Then, a gentle smile crossed his face. "Y/N, are you serious? We're going to be parents?"
Y/N nodded with a soft smile. "Yes, Travis. I'm pregnant."
Travis leaned in closer, his face filled with emotion. "That's incredible! I can't believe it. I'm going to be a dad."
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she saw his genuine excitement. "I'm so glad you're happy, Travis. I was worried about how you'd react."
Travis took her hands in his and looked deeply into her eyes. "Y/N, I couldn't be happier. This is a beautiful surprise, and I'm looking forward to this journey with you. We'll figure everything out together."
Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. She couldn't believe how supportive Travis was being. "Travis, you have no idea how much this means to me. I was so afraid to tell you."
Travis took her hand and said, "Y/N, I care about you more than I can express. In fact, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now." He got down on one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"
Y/N's eyes welled up with tears of joy as she nodded and replied, "Yes, Travis, a thousand times, yes."
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taylorswift so happy for you both 🤍 and travis you better take good care of my little sister!
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jason.kelce finally, you guys announced it! I couldn't stand not being able to talk about it anymore. congratulations lovebirds!
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donnakelce I'm so happy to have you in the family now y/n! 💕
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Bitter Sweet Series
Part One: Long Time No See
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: language, underage drinking, references to alcohol
A/N: Welcome to Part One of the Bitter Sweet Series! A couple of things to note: for the purposes of this fic, Travis is only one year older than Joe and they go to rival fictional high schools (Joe attends Mountain Oak High and Travis goes to South Fork High School). Joe grew up in the fictional town of West Elm, a suburb of Cincinnati (this is only really relevant for this chapter and subsequent flashbacks). In present day, which takes place in 2020, Joe has just been drafted to the Cincinnati Bengals and Travis is already playing for the KC Chiefs. COVID doesn't exist in this AU.
Night Before Graduation : May 23rd 2014
" Joseph Lee Burrow, how many time do I have to..." Joe frantically closed his laptop just as his mom walked into his room, swinging around in his desk chair to face her, hoping to conceal his screen. "It's time for dinner. What're you doing?" She narrowed her eyes as she searched his room, spotting his graduation cap and gown draped over the door of his closet.
"Uh...", he paused. There was no way he was going to tell her he was in the middle of writing a love letter to his best friend, a failsafe in case he couldn't muster up the courage to declare his feelings to her tonight like he originally planned. "I'm uh, looking at porn?" The inflection in his voice was unintentional, but he was bad at coming up with lies on the fly, he always was. His face contorted with embarrassment as he raked his fingers through his blonde hair.
Joe's mom bit at her bottom lip to stifle a laugh, moving into the room to sit at the foot of his bed. She straightened out his comforter before taking a seat, watching as Joe squirmed in his chair from the corner of her eye, probably desperate to get back to his computer.
"What kind of porn are you watching?" She asked the question so casually with a shrug, Joe couldn't tell if it was a setup or not. "I'm sorry?", he croaked out, his throat dryer than the desert. "We've never talked about it before. What are you into, blondes, brunettes?"
"I'm not talking with you about this, mom!" He had managed to avoid having the birds and bees conversation with his parents out of pure luck, and thought he was in the clear about having to talk about anything regarding sex with either of them. Joe was starting to sweat through his t-shirt, he could feel the beads running down the back of his neck. "What? You think that just because I'm your mother, I don't know about porn? How do you think you got here?" If there was ever a moment Joe wished that he could evaporate from where he sat, it was now.
"Please! I'm begging you to stop." Joe's usually pale face was a beet red. "If you love me at all, we will not have this conversation."
"Fine, if you don't want to tell me, don't", his mother teased, knowing that was far from what she had caught Joe doing. Confident she had made him as uncomfortable as possible, a mother's god given right, she stood and pulled Joe's gown from door. She rubbed the green polyester fabric between her fingers.
"You know, your first day of pre-school, your father and I were so worried about you, because you were such a shy kid. We just wanted to make sure that you made friends. I was a mess as we walked you into the classroom, just absolutely sobbing." She smiled gently as the memory returned to the forefront of her mind. "You clung to me with your little Scooby Doo backpack, and before you could even sit down, this little girl with jet black hair, and these purple overalls came running over to you and asked you to play."
A grin slipped on Joe's face. He didn't have many early memories, but he would never forget the day he met her. "She had a pink bandaid on her cheek because she had fallen face first off the monkey bars." Joe pressed his fingers on his own face to match where the band-aid would have been, letting out a quiet laugh. "She was fearless."
"She was", she chuckled, grabbing a hanger out of the closet, and draping the gown over the sides and hanging it up on the rack. "The two of you ran over to play, and you forgot all about me." The nostalgia was overwhelming, and Joe wasn't sure if he was happy or sad looking back on his past. A lot had changed, and tonight was sure to solidify the fact that there was no going back.
"Are you planning to tell her tonight?" Joe's head shot up at his mother's question. "I don't know what you're talking about", he said in the most unconvincing tone, letting out an exasperated sigh. God, he really needed to get better at lying. "Tonight would be the perfect time", she sat back down on the bed, taking Joe's plush football in her arms. "I think her family is packing up to move the day after graduation."
"So the porn line wasn't convincing, huh?" Joe leaned back in his chair, his frustration and nervousness starting to cloud his mind. Each passing minute he was closer to backing out. "You my son, are a terrible liar, and from the moment you first met Natalie, I have known two things. One, the two of you would be best friends for the rest of your lives, and two, you are madly in love with her. Always have been."
She was right. It might be juvenile and fleeting, but he was in love with Natalie Holcomb, had been for as long as he could remember. "How do you tell someone that you've known your entire life that you want to be more than friends?" The farthest he had gotten with his letter was the first sentence: "I know we've known each other for a long time...". It was hardly a Shakespearean sonnet.
"Just tell her how you feel. Make sure it comes from the heart. A girl always wants to hear they're loved." The advice was good, but it was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. His heart didn't know what it wanted, it was an unreliable source. "That was no help at all, mom." He spun around in his chair, hoping the dizziness could replace all of the uncertainty.
"Well, all I know, is that if a boy told me he loved me, I would be very flattered." Joe stopped himself, his vision still bouncing around as he tried to focus on his mom as she stood in the doorway again. "Yeah, well, I don't know", he pushed out with a sharp breath, hanging his head in his hands.
"I wish you all the luck my sweet boy", she remarked as she pushed her self off the threshold with her hip. "Remember your curfew."
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A few hours later, Joe had a stomach full of spaghetti in his stomach, and the nerves were threatening to make him spill it all over the pavement as he biked over to Natalie's house. Her family had moved into town over 15 years ago, just a couple of houses down from the Burrows.
Her father was a retired sergeant in the Marines, who had moved to private contracting, dragging his family with him across the country every time he changed jobs. He was strict and conservative, rarely letting Natalie have friends over for a sleepover, and would probably have an aneurysm if she tried to sneak a boy in, so they always had to get creative if they wanted to hang out after school.
Joe hid his bike behind a large hedge and scooped a couple of rocks from the landscaping as he strode up the walkway of her house. He climbed the large oak tree, like he'd done hundreds of times over the years, huffing as he pulled himself to be level with the roof on the second story.
"Fuck!" The expletive slipped out of his mouth as his sneaker slipped against the trunk of the tree. He quickly climbed onto a concealed branch, holding his breath as he waited for Mr. Holcomb to come out with his bat at the loud noise. After a minute he realized he was in the clear.
Light poured out of Natalie's bedroom window, and Joe could hear the bass from her stereo through the glass, watching her as she danced around her room to the music. She had this beautiful smile as she sung the lyrics; it leaned slightly to the left when she giggled, but he thought it was perfect. Everything about her was perfect in Joe's eyes. The way her brows would stick together when she was deep in thought, or how her dimples would show when she was telling him a joke.
Joe chuckled to himself as he watched her step around the room. Sure, her dancing was terrible, but he could easily overlook that. She had exchanged her pink overalls for a pair of vintage jeans and a band t-shirt, but in Joe's eyes, very few other things had changed. She was still the charismatic, brave and funny girl that he met that first day of pre-school, and who he had never been able to get out of his mind.
The doubt quickly returned, and he tried his best to shake it off. If he confessed how he felt to her, and it didn't work out, he would risk losing her forever, and he wasn't sure that was something he wanted. But, if it did work out, he'd be getting the only thing he'd ever wanted for his entire life. It was a gamble, one that he was willing to take.
"Its now or never", he whispered, kissing one of the rocks in his hands for good luck. He tossed it at her window, flinching as he heard a loud clink against the glass.
He waited a few seconds before tossing another, and a third before Natalie finally appeared, lifting the pane open and poking her head out. "Burrow, I was beginning to think you weren't coming." There was that smile again. Joe felt his knees grow weak, grasping at a branch to steady himself. "I got stuck having a conversation about porn with my mom."
Natalie smirked, tilting her head to the side in amusement. "Well, you'll have to tell me all about that. I'll be right down." She slammed the window shut, and Joe listened as the music turned off and her room went dark. He jumped down and walked to the backyard, easily climbing over their weathered fence.
When they first moved in, Natalie's dad built her and her siblings a tree house, and over time it had become the place where they would hang out at night and drink cheap liquor they had stollen from their parents.
"Here." Natalie handed Joe a half-empty plastic bottle as he reached the entrance of the treehouse, where she was sitting on a blanket she had laid out. Joe took a swig, immediately regretting it when his throat began to burn. "What is this?" He grimaced, letting out a forced cough. "I dunno. The label was ripped off. Let me see." Joe settled on the blanket, handing the bottle back. She almost downed the entire thing before stopping for a breath. "Tastes like bourbon." Joe signaled he wasn't interested when she tried to hand it back. He was too nervous, and drinking only made him more anxious.
"Didn't think we'd actually get here." Joe followed Natalie's gaze out the open window, where they had a perfect view of the expansive neighborhood. "What? Graduation? Did you think we weren't going to graduate?" Joe chucked one of the rocks he was hanging onto out of the window. Natalie scoffed. "Well, with that arm of yours and your scholarship to Ohio State, I knew you were going to graduate. Me, I wasn't so sure about."
Joe nodded, his eyes focused on his feet. He had helped Natalie study for a lot of her classes, and most times she was barely passing. It wasn't that she wasn't smart; far from it. She was just always distracted. If it wasn't a hobby, it was a boyfriend, and it was like you couldn't get her to stop running around.
"Just like a shark", she'd always say, "If you stop swimming, you die."
The oldest of three siblings, everyone could see it was an act of rebellion against her strict parents and the way she was raised, but Joe admired the fact that she couldn't be tied down. She was the excitement in their friendship and he was the grounded one. They needed each other, Joe a lot more than Natalie.
"You're in your head again." Joe snapped out of his haze at Natalie's voice. "Sorry", he shook his head, "just got a lot on my mind." The letter was burning a hole in his pocket. He watched as she took another gulp of the unidentified liquid, finishing the bottle. "Care to share with the class?" She choked out the question, her eyes closed. He plucked the paper from his pocket, folding it up tightly so it fit in his palm. "Actually Nat.."
Joe was stopped when Natalie's phone buzzed, the backlight illuminating their faces in the dark treehouse. "Oh, he really needs to fuck off", she cursed under her breath, frantically typing on her phone. "Something wrong?" Joe was glad to have a reprieve, slipping the note back into his pocket. Her phone pinged again with another notification, Natalie responding instantly, before she put it down.
"Its Travis. We're in a fight."
Joe groaned at the name. Travis Kelce, his long time rival on the football field, and the one person he hated more than anyone. He just happened to be Natalie's on again, off again boyfriend all through high school, but that was unrelated, of course.
"A fight?". Joe hoped he didn't sound too eager, his voice breaking as he spoke. "I didn't know you two were back together. I thought you broke up after prom last year." Travis went to the high school across town, rivals to Joe and Natalie's high school, and was known to be trouble. When he showed up drunk to the junior/senior prom their junior year, they had a very public breakup in the parking lot in of the school gym.
"We did", she drug out her words, "but he's really changed after going to college. He's so much more mature now. He apologized to me after my birthday party last month and we got back together." Joe gave her a weak smile, moving to grab one of the other bottles available. He quickly twisted the cap and flicked it across the room, taking a long drink, the alcohol moving so fast down his esophagus, it bypassed his tastebuds completely.
"I'm planning to go to UC, so we can be together." Down the hatch the liquid went again, Joe finishing off the bottle. He shook the empty plastic at her. "Do we have any more?"
On the football field, Joe was just as good of a player as Travis was, but he didn't fit the jock persona, and he was pretty sure Travis' picture was next to the word jock in the dictionary. They shared many accolades and were hometown heroes in their own right, both set to go into the NFL after college, but while Joe was focused on being the best player he could be, Travis was focused on making Joe's life a living hell. Whenever they played, Travis was a downright bully on the field, calling Joe names and taunting him after every play. Natalie might have been blind to Joe's feelings for her, but Travis wasn't, and he made sure Joe knew that Travis had what he wanted.
Hurt, and feeling like Natalie was slipping away, Joe never made it a secret how much he disliked Travis, but she didn't want to hear what anyone had to say about her boyfriend. It really strained their relationship, and Joe wasn't sure they were going to be friends anymore on the other side. He finally got a break when they broke up and Travis graduated, playing football for the University of Cincinnati, and he felt like he finally had his friend back.
"You should really slow down", Natalie laughed. "Why should I?" Joe jumped to his feet, wavering as he started to feel the effects of the alcohol. "This is reason to celebrate! We're graduating, and you're back with your fuck boy of a boyfriend." Joe was shouting, he was sure of it. He stumbled over his feet, knocking into the wall.
"You're ridiculous, Joe. Why have you never liked Travis?" Joe let out a curt laugh, no humor behind it. "Oh, I don't know, Nat. Maybe because he treats you like shit, or because he makes my life a living hell every time I see him?" Joe slurred his words, feeling the room start to spin. He clapped a hand to his head, slowly sliding down the wall.
"He's just messing around with you. He would never hurt you, he knows how much you mean to me." Joe tried to look at Natalie, but her figure wouldn't stay still. "He's not a good guy Natalie, and you're dumb if you can't see that." His vision stilled just in time to see the hurt on his best friend's face.
"I think you should go, Joe." He wasn't sure how he got to this point, but this was far from a declaration of love. He was losing the only person he truly cared about, not because of vulnerability, but due to his own stupidity and underlying jealousy. Joe closed his eyes tight for a second, hoping he'd wake up from this nightmare.
"Joe. Please leave." Natalie stood, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah, yeah. I'm going." He groaned out, waving a hand in the air to brush her off, his eyes still shut. He listened as Natalie climbed down the rickety ladder, each rung squeaking as she stepped, finally hearing the back door slam closed.
"You really fucked this up, Burrow, Joe said to himself, his head starting to pound. He took his time standing, grabbing onto any flat surface that he could. He approached the entrance, and peeked his head over the edge, the ground appearing miles away, swaying in a way that made him think he was going to be sick. "Here goes nothing." With the first step, Joe completely missed the ladder, failing to grab onto anything, hurdling toward the ground, his back landing in the grass with a thud.
"Ow." He moaned and groaned out as he laid still for a minute, moving his limbs to make sure nothing had broken. Realizing the only thing damaged was his pride, he slowly got to his feet.
Thankfully, he made it back over the fence without any trouble and headed back toward his bike. He stopped as he passed the trash cans lined up against the house. He had missed his chance to tell Natalie how he felt, and there was no way she was ever going to feel the same as he did. He took the note out of his pocket and tossed it in the trash.
Happy graduation.
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Present Day
Joe finished off his beer, placing the bottle down on the wooden table. "Alright, I'm getting you another one." Sam was quick to snatch it away before Joe could object, standing up from his chair. "No, seriously, I've had enough", Joe chuckled, waving his hands in front of him in defeat.
Joe had been riding high all summer after being drafted first overall to the Cincinnati Bengals. All of his hard work at Ohio State and LSU had paid off, and he was finally getting to live his dream of playing football professionally. He had been home for the last couple weeks visiting his family until it was time to report to training camp. His childhood friends had dragged him out to a bar to celebrate, and he was officially three beers deep, and more than tipsy.
"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help you celebrate getting drafted into the fuckin' NFL, man?!" Sam gestured toward the other patrons in the bar. "First fuckin' pick, in case anyone was wondering!" The group pounded the table in celebration, cheers and yells drowning any attempt for Joe to decline any more drinks, as hard as he tried.
"I'm serious." Joe raised his voice as everyone was starting to settle down. "I appreciate it, but I have practice tomorrow. I can't show up drunk."
"Damn, you're a kill-joy." Sam took a jab at Joe, patting him on the shoulder and shaking him, before making his way through the crowd towards the bar.
"So Joe, you finally gonna make Bengals fans proud?", Chris, one of Joe's friends from middle school, raised his drink toward his buddy, earning a few jeers from the group, most of which were not Bengals fans. "That's the plan." Joe smiled, nerves for tomorrow starting to set in. "I just wanna be the best quarter back that I can be." He glanced at his phone. It was after 10pm, and he really just wanted to crawl into his bed and go to sleep. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. If he played it right, he could slip out without anyone noticing.
"Where you going, J?" Just as Joe stood up, Sam returned, double fisting a couple of beers. "I've gotta go, man. Thank you for the drinks." He threw an arm over Sam's shoulder in a hug. "Remember me when you're handing out season tickets this year!' Sam called out to Joe as he walked away.
The bar was just starting to get crowded, everyone literally rubbing elbows as Joe tried to push through to the exit. "Oh shit!" He stopped in his tracks as he saw a phone tumble to the ground. He reached down to get it, his breath hitching when he realized who it belonged to.
"Oh, thank you." She moved her jet black hair out of her eyes as she looked up, that same crooked smile appearing on her face. "Oh my fucking god, Joe?!" Natalie wrapped Joe in a tight hug, forcing him to lean back as she tackled him.
"Nat?" Joe couldn't really believe who was in front of him right now. Not that he had forgotten what she looked like, but the last couple of years had definitely changed her for the better. She looked just as beautiful, if not more, than the last time he saw her. "Its been, what four-?"
"It's been five years", she nodded in agreement, her hands still on Joe's biceps. "I can't believe I ran into you."
"I can't either." Joe really meant it. Natalie's family moved to Iowa after graduation, and besides the ceremony and graduation party that night, that was the last time he ever saw him. He never got a chance to tell her how he felt, and their friendship fizzled out.
"Oh!" She slapped him playfully on the chest, making Joe jump. "Congratulations on getting drafted! I always knew you'd make it into the NFL." Joe smiled, stepping back. "Thank you." She squeezed his arms affectionately before dropping her hands. "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but I'm actually looking for my fiancé. I don't know how I lose him, he pretty much towers over everyone like you do." Natalie jumped on her feet to try to see over the crowd, her mouth twisted with frustration.
"Fiancé? When did that happen?." Natalie flashed her huge engagement ring at Joe, who hoped she couldn't see the disappointment on his face. "It just happened, actually. We wanted to do it before the season started and things got crazy." She peered over Joe's shoulder, still searching. "Season? What is your fiancé a high school coach or something?"
"Josephine fuckin' Burrow, what the fuck is going on man?"
Joe would recognize that voice anywhere. He had heard it enough on the football field as he tossed expletives at him, that it had been engrained in his brain. Joe slowly turned to see Natalie's fiancé standing behind him. The few years between high school and now had brought them eye to eye in height, and now Joe was basically the same in stature as well.
"Joe, you remember Travis?"
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Mistakes Made
Travis Kelce x OC
I've gone to stay with Jason and the girls. When you've decided you're ready to talk, you know where to find me.
Those words weren't the first thing to trigger Travis to the fact that he had fucked up.
The first was when he had left without a response on Friday, but he had assumed she would reach out and they would fix things.
The second was the night before the game. There was no facetime, no call, nothing to soothe the amount he was missing her.
The third was when he only got a single text from her during the week he was gone, on Sunday just before the game, and it was only five words. Good luck, I love you.
He had realized immediately how badly he had fucked up. But not for a moment did he want to recognize that.
"You are the biggest asshat I have ever had the displeasure of knowing."
"Jason-"
"Who do you think you are showing up at my front door?" It's Kylie this time, still wiping her hands on a towel from the kitchen but her expression is anything but the image of kind housewife that the rest of her is portraying. "After what you did to Dorthy, you have the audacity to show your face?"
"Ky," Is all he can manage to mumble, every ounce of exhaustion clear in his whole body. "I'm here to fix things, not to fight with you or Jason."
"You shouldn't have left yourself with something to apologize for Trav," Jason is the one to offer as advice, letting him into the entry. "Thea showed up to the house sobbing with an overnight bag on Friday and Ky couldn't even get the reason for your fight out of her until yesterday."
"I fucked up, I know that."
"Your girlfriend told you she was pregnant with your child and you walked out of the house without a word. You more than fucked up Travis," Kylie corrects, the end of her scolding being punctuated with soft giggles from another room.
"What are the girls doing up so late?" Travis asks, knowing the sound of his nieces giggles by heart. "I thought they had a bedtime of 8:30?"
"Dorthy and the girls are making your mom's cookie recipe," Kylie answers, moving her body out of his path to the kitchen, the three adults entering to a sight that would bring smiles to anyones face.
But the sight only made Travis want to cry.
Because there was the love of his life, wearing his sweatshirt with his middle niece on her hip, the new tightness of the sweatshirt and little girl's leg accentuating the woman's baby bump.
How far along did she say she was again?
His oldest niece is beside them on a stool, scooping the cookie batter onto the pan of they all dance around to music.
It's so domestic, and it's something that he and she will have in their futures. If he can fix this.
"Wyatt, Elliotte, come with me to get ready for bed and Auntie will put the cookies in the oven. Daddy and I will even let you come back down to have cookies with Auntie and Uncle when they're done," Kylie promises, the little girls being helped down and hugging their aunts legs, doing the same to their uncles' on the way out of the room, chasing each other up the stairs.
"Jas, come on, give the two a minute," Kylie instructs, tugging on my brother-in-law's arms, a soft smile being shot my way as they leave the room.
And now it's just Trav and I, the man who's presence I hadn't noticed until Ky took the kids.
"Hi," Is the only greeting I can manage, tucking the cookies into the oven for the girls before wrapping my arms around myself.
"How did I not notice this before?" He asks in a response, feet carrying him in long strides over to me. His eyes are trained on my stomach the entire time, until his eyes catch mine, "May I?"
"Trav, you've touched everywhere on my body, I don't know why you're asking now," I mumble, but this just seems to insult him.
"We haven't talked in a week Baby, I don't deserve to touch you, prior or not," He whispers, and I can feel the tears coming to my eyes.
"You can," I approve, his hands meeting my stomach, rounding over his sweatshirt to see the true size of the bump.
"How have I not noticed you were growing our little bean in there?" His tears slipping down his face. "I'm so sorry for walking out. I didn't know how to process the information, but that was no excuse to just walk out. I should have celebrated you, I should have celebrated our baby. And instead I walk out for a fucking football game." He scoffs.
I hate that he's crying. Argument or not. He's apologizing and I just hate that he's upset.
Taking the pads of my thumbs, I rub the tears from his eyes, taking his hands from my sides and into my own.
"Actually, she's about the size of an artichoke these days," I correct, chuckling lightly in an attempt to soften the sadness. "And it's ok. I mean, it's not, it really tore me apart thinking you didn't want our baby, but I should have told you sooner. Just with practice and games and -"
"You're not allowed to apologize when I'm the one who did wrong, Baby," He interrupts, a bright smile breaking out on his lips as he pulls me closer to his body by my hips. "So we're having a little girl?"
"I'm convinced your family can't result in boys," Kylie's voice chimes from the doorway, her and Jason standing wrapped in each other's arms. "I mean, this is four for four on kids that is going to be a girl."
"Speaking of," Travis starts, looking between all of us, "Do the girls know?"
"We're having a baby cousin!!" Wy cheers, bursting into the room with Elliott hot on her tail.
"Does this whole family just eaves drop and bust in?" I can't help but question, because this is just wild.
"We do, you should be used to this Kid," Jason confirms, Wyatt and Elliott joining Trav and I in a little hug.
"You girls know about your little cousin?" Trav asks, smiling as he crouches next to the two.
Ellie just nods, but it's her sister who answers.
"Yeah, Daddy said it will make Grammy love you more."
"That's it, I'm calling Mom!"
#original character#the writing of spencer rose#nfl fanfiction#nfl football#travis kelce x oc#travis kelce#jason kelce#long term relationship
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Would anyone like a Travis Kelce x Oc.
The Oc is nerdy artist and youtuber.
She's well traveled due to her job.
Introverted.
And she used to a guy on the New York Jets. So she's kind of team hopping. He dumped her.
(Idk if there's been a WAG that has exs on different teams but I want the drama)
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Gameday Lay
This is based on an ask from one of my new followers. It took me the longest because well, life. But I'm so excited to put this up.
Mature
Minors skedaddle.
It was Sunday, gameday, and Shelby was back to her regular shenanigans. She was dressing up for another Chiefs game, hoping to grab the attention of a particular tight end. She wore a jersey and basically a thong along with Jordans, the team's colors. She looked in the mirror and thought she looked hot, which was an understatement. Shelby was incredibly hot and everyone thought so. She didn’t care about what everyone thought, she only cared about what Travis thought.
Travis, who was preparing for the Sunday night game couldn’t help but allow his mind to wonder what skimpy outfit Shelby would be wearing this week. He thought back to last week, her bright red dress tight and shiny. The material was so soft and he wished he would’ve been able to take it off her.
Today, he played his very best. He scored a total of 3 touchdowns and sacked 2 players. I guess you could say he was showing off for his audience. Even his little dances after each touchdown gave him just the response he was looking for.
After the win, he eyed Shelby in her skimpy outfit and felt needy. He wanted her. But they were friends and he shouldn’t want his “friend”.
She congratulated him after his win with a tight hug and kiss on the cheek. He hugged her a little too long and allowed his hands to rest near her ass long enough to raise her eyebrows.
“Travis Kelce, did you just grab my ass?” Shelby asks and he chuckles uncomfortably.
“What?!” He exclaims “Nah!”
He tried playing off his embarrassment by playfully punching her on the arm. She tried holding back her laughter but failed miserably.
“What’s so funny?” he asked her, and she continued to laugh.
“You grabbed my ass then punched my arm. It was very immature of you and hilarious,” she replies to him when her laughing finally subsides.
“Sorry,” he states, then licks his lip casually. His eyes cover her like a blanket as he clears his throat.
“Killa Trav!” Patrick exclaims, then jumps on his shoulders.
“Amazing job my man! You really put it all out there!” He congratulates Travis and they hug tightly.
“Well Kelce, I’ll see you later,” Shelby states then nods her head toward Patrick.
“Yeah, yeah!” Travis replies and she walks toward the group of girls she came with.
“Please get that celebratory lay,” Patrick tells Travis in an advisory tone.
It was later that night when Travis ran into Shelby at a party that he finally decided not to tiptoe around his growing sexual feelings for her. She was sitting with a few of her friends and laughing wildly at whatever joke was told.
“Hey,” Travis softly states and Shelby turns around.
“Kelce,” she replies and places a hand on his shoulder.
“I will catch up with you people in a second,” she tells her friends and gives Travis her undivided attention.
They stepped outside and started a simple conversation.
“Did you wanna pop by my house later?” Travis casually asks, leaning against the building.
“Okay, yeah,” she replies “You having a little afterparty?”
“I guess you could say that,” he replies, purposely making his voice sound deeper than it was.
“Okay, what time?” she asks and he hesitates before replying.
“Umm, maybe 10,” he answers and she nods.
Ten o'clock couldn’t roll around fast enough. When his doorbell finally rang, he was casually pouring himself his 2nd bourbon.
He opened his front door to the vision of Shelby leaning against the doorframe with a twinkle in her eye.
“I expected a ton of people to pop up,” Shelby states as she walks inside. “But I guess I’m early,”
“Who said there would be a ton of people?” he replies as she sits on the long couch that looks like it would be in a minimalist painting.
“Can I get you a drink?” he leans his head sideways and they make eye contact.
“Am I the first girl you’ve had over at this new place?” she asks him and he shrugs.
“You know how it is,” he begins “I’m busy. And plus, I don’t just wanna get laid,”
“That’s right, you’re old and mature,” Shelby jokes and he sits beside her.
“Not old, just mature and tired of the young fuckboy bullshit,” he huffs then she chuckles.
“So if a girl wanted more than just to fuck you,” she begins then takes a breath “What would you say?”
“Depends on the girl,”
“Kelce, come on,”
“Shelby,” he chuckles lightly. “You’re not gonna like how clingy I’ll be or how much I’ll wanna be with you,”
“You don’t know that,” she tells him then stands up and walks through his house, toward his bedroom.
“Shelby,” he groans and follows her. She is found sitting on the edge of his king-sized bed. It was perfectly made, a little too neatly to be true.
“I’ve never been on your bed before,” she tells him and he sits beside her.
“True,”
“I like your room, it’s chill, and I like the lighting,” she observes as her eyes travel across the room.
She walks over to the long, wide window that gave a nice view of the city. He trails her and his hands find their way to her waist.
“Kelce,” she softly states then turns to him. Her eyes lock with his and her hands touch his muscular shoulders. She tiptoes to kiss his lips. His kiss is soft, yet firm. His hands grip her waist as their kiss deepens. She guides him over to his bed and he sits in front of her. He kisses her neck as she stands between his legs. Her hands rub his head while he removes her top.
“Looks like you’ll be getting laid,” she states as she lifts his shirt over his head.
“Yeah, lucky me,” he replies and their lips meet. Their kisses intensify and he pulls her on top of him.
“Here, let me,” he huffs as she kisses the side of his neck. He pushes her on her back and kisses down her body. The sight of him between her legs made her melt. His red hair looked like fire as his tongue met her clit.
“Oh my god,” Shelby moans loudly as his kitten licks start getting her close to finishing. He pulls her lower body closer to his face and licks up and down her slit.
The noises she made, got him harder by the second and when she came, he felt himself slightly unravel. He grabbed a condom from his dresser and slid it on quickly.
He traveled up her body and kissed her lips. She flipped them over and got on top of him. He smiled at the view of her. She slid herself down his length and he groaned, not expecting to feel so winded.
“Oh Shelby,” he moans as she continues to ride him. His hands guide her hips up and down. HIs eyes follow the bounce of her tits and her facial expressions.
She leans her head back and moans when his fingers rub her clit.
“Oh god,” he groans as she tightens around him.
“Don’t do that,” he huffs
“Do what?” she asks innocently, pressing her hands down on his chest and tightening around him again.
“Damnit Shelby,” he shouts then finishes inside her. “You know what you did,”
“Mission accomplished,” she whispers as his hips involuntarily jab upward.
“You did that on purpose,” he whines and she lays beside him.
“So you won a game and got laid today,” Shelby states after a moment. “Lucky you,”
“Lucky me,” he repeats, then turns on his side to look at her.
“Will you stay the night?” he asks as she sits up, holding his sheets to her chest.
“Yeah,” she replies, then kisses his forehead. “You obviously need me,”
Sooooo.... I hope you guys enjoyed that!! Because I had a lot of fun writing it!! Like, reblog, comment. Give me the whole shebang!
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#rafe cameron#jj maybank#jj maybank smut#outerbanks rafe#cocky jj#jj mayback x reader#jj maybank smur#jj x oc#jj x reader#jj x y/n#john b routledge#john b x reader#ward cameron#Rose Cameron#Barry#topper thornton#kelce#pope heyward#kiara carrera#sarah cameron
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Outer Banks Roleplay
Posting this again. If you want to rp Outer Banks please let me know!!
A little info about my roleplay style- I’ve been roleplaying for many years now and writing as well. I play 3rd person OC x canon characters and I double up with my partners. I can write roughly 2-3 paragraphs, but like to keep it a little bit on the shorter side, as I'm not into the super long replies.
What I'm interested in- I'm currently looking for Outer Banks roleplays. My love interest is JJ, so I would need someone to play him against my OC, and I'm willing to play any of the other characters against your OC. I have seen seasons one and two, but I'm willing to start in either season. I am willing to roleplay on here, in email, or if you have discord we can do it there too. Or any other platform you roleplay on.
If you are interested please message me, or like/comment on this and I will message you! :)
#Outer Banks#obx#obx rp#outer banks rp#roleplay#netflix#oc x canon#kiara carerra#john b routledge#jj maybank#pope heyward#sarah cameron#rafe cameron#topper thornton#kelce
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Smarty II (Rafe Cameron x OC)
SYNOPSIS: smart girl isn’t as smart as rafe cameron.
WARNINGS: mature content; dark!rafe, toxic relationship, domestic violence, verbal abuse, blackmail, jealousy, general violence, manipulative behavior, explicit language, substance abuse & addiction, use of guns, mentions of past crimes, obsession, controlling behavior, pouge!oc
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I remember the first time Rafe Cameron hit me.
It was a couple days after my eighteenth birthday, the two of us alone at Tannyhill. I hadn’t spoken to him in those days out of irritation, the memory of my birthday ending in disaster haunting me every time I closed my eyes.
Rafe threw me a big party at one of his father’s empty properties, the unused house filled with teens and young adults, drinking and singing along to music of my choosing. There was a table stacked with gifts from both friends and strangers alike, the phrase “happy birthday” was imprinted into my mind from the countless times I heard it that night.
I wore a pretty, pink dress–one that Rafe bought me specifically for that day. He told me I looked like a princess, and that was all the convincing I needed to put it on.
Rafe was supposed to drive me home that night after the party died down. He was supposed to kiss me sweetly on my doorstep before I went inside and tell me how beautiful I am.
Instead, he drove us deep into the Cut, claiming that he needed to run a quick errand before he dropped me off. I already knew where we were going–he had taken me plenty of times before–and it annoyed me greatly.
He was already high enough, his blown out pupils and constant sniffing the only evidence I needed to know. The fact that his priority was going to his drug dealer’s house made me upset, and I let him know that.
Rafe was irrational when he was high, but I didn’t think he would kick me out of his car and leave me stranded at the house of the guy that supplied his blow.
It was dark out, the moon high in the sky as the night stretched on. All of my friends were drunk off their ass, my parents were asleep, and there were no car services running in that area at two in the morning. My boyfriend was long gone and despite the offer, I refused to get in a car with the man that sold drugs to teenagers for a living.
It was a relief when Kelce pulled up to me on the side of the road that night. I don’t remember how long I had been walking, but I do remember how grateful I was.
I also remember how much I wished I just kept walking home instead.
“Go away, Rafe! You’re scaring me!” I yelled from behind the door. The wood vibrated against my back as the man on the other side beat against it with his fist, my heart jumping every time it connected with the surface I pressed myself against.
“Open this fucking door!” Rafe’s voice was loud and angry even through the thick wood of the old house.
My heart nearly jumped out of my body when he shook the doorknob with a terrifying strength, the entire frame shaking violently as he pulled against it with what I’m sure is his entire body weight. My hand flew to my mouth to keep the fearful yelp from escaping my lips after I felt the force of his foot kicking against the door.
I felt like I was in a horror movie–like I was Wendy and Rafe was Jack. I could feel the eyes of the audience watching in horror as I hid in a room with my boyfriend on the other side out for my blood.
The sound of the door frame splintering drew a scream out of me, one that I couldn’t hide as I flung myself off the door. There was nowhere I could hide from the blonde on the other side, the room bare of any hiding spots other than the long table in the center. I ran to the part of the room farthest from the door, eager to put as much distance between the pulsating door and I as possible.
I watched in horror as the door flew open a few yards away, the wood by the handle splintering as Rafe’s foot made contact.
“Rafe, please!” I squeaked out when he caught my eye. The fuming nineteen-year-old ignores my pleads, long legs making record time as the long strides carry him to me. “Please! Just–just calm down!”
I moved around the table, nearly stumbling over my own feet as I held my arms out in defense against Rafe who was fast approaching.
“You’re dead.” Rafe grits through his teeth. His finger raises to point at me as an aid to emphasize his point, the other hand shoving the chairs I moved to block his path back under the table carelessly. “You hear me? You’re fucking dead!”
Spotting the open door just a few feet away, I take a final glance at the man before making an attempt to bolt for it.
I knew I wasn’t fast enough–the move was quite predictable and I‘m sure Rafe saw it coming from a mile away. I barely took four steps towards the frame before I felt his fingers grip the back of my shirt, the movement jerking me backwards and right into Rafe’s arms.
I felt my body hit the wall shortly after, the hard surface colliding with my body leaving a sharp pain in my side and arm as I’m thrown against it disgracefully. I don’t get the chance to recover before I feel a familiar hand make contact with the side of my head and press it into the cool surface of the wall. My body shivers from the sudden change in temperature, cheek flat against the patterned surface as Rafe holds me there in a bone crushing grip.
“You think I’m stupid? You thought I wouldn’t find out?” The blonde says into my ear roughly, the feeling of his breath brushing against my ear giving me goosebumps. I shook my head the best I could under his hold, wincing as he pressed my head harder into the wall.
“Rafe, it’s not like that–”
I feel Rafe’s fingers move from the side of my face and take home in the roots of my hair, nails scratching against my scalp as he grips the strands by the base. He yanks me away from the wall by the hair balled up in his fist and I yelp in pain.
“Huh?” Rafe forces me to meet his gaze, eyes glaring down at me angrily. “It’s not like what? You weren’t texting my friend behind my back? I’m imagining shit now?”
“Yes!” The worse slipped out faster than I could stop it, regret immediately filling my body as I held my own hand over Rafe’s that has found home in my now tender scalp. “No, Rafe. You’re just–it’s just a misunderstanding!”
Rafe digs into the depths of his pocket, scoffing at me in disgust as he does so. He pulls out a phone; my phone. The pink case catches my attention immediately as he unlocks the device with my own scared face.
He already knew the passcode, the action was just one to show his power over me in the moment.
I watch him silently school through my text messages as I tremble in his arms, struggling to hold myself up in the strange and uncomfortable position. The screen reflects off his blue eyes as he reads through my conversations, the concept of privacy no longer.
“‘Thanks for the help, Kelce. I really needed that.’” He reads off the text I sent to his friend late last night. His eyes flicker up to mine, the depths of them filled with jealous rage as he forces me to stare into them. “What the fuck were doing texting my friend at two in the morning?”
“I was texting him because you left me stranded in the Cut with your drug dealer at two in the fucking morning, Rafe!” I snapped at him, the fear quickly turning into anger and frustration as he accused me of doing anything else. “Not that you would remember; you were too coked out to care about anything but yourself.”
I should have left him right then, but I didn’t. And It was no surprise that it would continue to happen.
Instead, I sit behind these grand, white walls of Tannyhill, eyes glued to the picture frame on Rafe’s desk.
He was working silently in front of me, fingers making quick work of the keyboard as his own eyes flicker back and forth from the computer screen to the papers spread across the dark wood of the desk that was once his father’s.
I looked so happy in that pretty, pink dress. A smile that stretched a mile wide grazed my lips as Rafe embraced me from behind, a fond look in his eye as he looked down at my glowing face.
The memories of those days would flood my mind the moment I set eyes on this house, which is why I couldn’t stand being here. I couldn’t live a life in a house where I can remember every room I’ve been beaten and berated in during one of my boyfriend’s coke induced rages.
Sighing heavily, I tear my eyes away from the picture and lean back onto the firm couch I was seated in. I try to hide the wince caused by the sharpness in my side as I move, ribs flaring up in pain once again.
Rafe does not take being disrespected lightly–not by anyone. I already knew that before I said what I did a few nights before, and I also knew the consequences.
I shouldn’t have been surprised when I woke up just a few hours later with him standing over me, the darkness of his looming figure making my heart stop for just a few seconds before I realized it was him. I should have known he would show crossed on God-knows-what, the mixture of substances increasing his hostility tenfold.
I didn’t fight against it when he ripped me out of the bed with a fistful of my hair, or when he threw me against my dresser, the sharp corner digging to my side as I was shoved into the piece of furniture. Rafe is bigger than I am, his strength outmatches mine dangerously; there was simply no point. I didn't cry out for help when his calloused palm struck my face the first time, nor the second time.
When he told me to apologize, I did. When he went through my wardrobe and ripped apart all the outfits I’d been scolded by him for wearing to work, I said nothing. I stood silently as I watched the ruined fabrics pile up on the ground in front of me. When he told me that I was lucky to have him because no one else would want a girl that dresses like a prostitute, I didn’t argue.
I didn’t resist it because it would only make things worse for me. It always did.
He kissed me goodnight and I kissed him back like nothing happened, the ache in my side burning hot as he traced the stinging skin of my cheek where his heavy hand met my face just a few moments before.
I used to fight back in the beginning. I would kick, bite, scratch, scream. I would threaten to leave if he did it again, to tell the police and give them all the evidence.
“Who would believe you?” Is what he told me, and he was right.
Who would believe some random, middle-class girl over Ward Cameron’s son? On what planet would Ward ever allow his family’s name to be tainted by his son being arrested for hitting his girlfriend?
The defeat I felt is something I still cannot describe.
“Laia?” I snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of Rafe’s voice. My eyes land on him behind the desk, a hum leaving my lips in response. “You okay?”
I nodded my head, afraid that I’d whimper in pain from the rib that is surely bruised by his own doing. I pulled my hand away from the sore spot slowly, teeth clenching together to keep my face expressionless.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by my boyfriend, blue eyes flickering down to the hand that I’ve removed from my side and back up to my face. He says nothing for a moment, just allowing our eyes to hold each other tensely.
“Come here.”
I stare at him for a long few five seconds before moving, ribs screaming as I stand up from my seat on the leather couch. I walk over to the blonde behind the desk, awkwardly standing in front of him as I await further instruction.
Rafe reaches forward to place his hands on my waist, the warm prints of his fingers pressed firmly into the skin under my top as he pulls me closer. He angles me sideways slightly, hand moving to lift up my shirt. He just stares silently for a minute as he analyzes the bruise, eyes glued to the large spot spread over my skin.
I knew exactly what it looked like; I’d been staring at it for three days and watching it change color as the time passed. It was big and splotchy, a mixture of yellow, red, and purple in a somewhat rectangular shape displayed across my left rib cage. It was nasty, and I’m sure Rafe thought the same.
“Damn, baby…” He finally breaks the silence. “I did this?” He looks up at me, eyes meeting mine as he waits for an answer.
I nodded my head again.
Rafe drags his gaze back down to the bruise, a look of both awe and pity covering his face. I flinch when his fingers move to trance over the perimeter of the bruise, sucking in a sharp breath of both pain and surprise from the lack of warning. The hand that grips my waist tightens, keeping me still as he studies it closer.
Leaning into me, he brings his face to my side. I feel his soft lips press into the discolored skin, a gentle kiss that leaves me breathless for a moment. The gesture was something he did often; sweet kisses to cover the bruises he leaves behind.
It was poetic almost–like a band-aid over a bullet hole, or a drop of water in a wilted garden.
“You know I love you,” Rafe pulls away slightly, eyes peeking up to stare into mine. “Right?”
“I love you, too.” The words leave my mouth quietly, the phrase feeling at home on my lips.
The blonde leans back into the chair and pulls me with him, his once open lap now occupied by me as I’m given no choice but to sit. The hand that was used to trace over the ache in my side rises to my face, the same palm he used to strike me now cupping my cheek warmly, thumb stroking over the skin softly.
I’m tempted to lean into the familiar feeling, but I don’t, instead sitting stiffly on his thighs as he caresses my face.
“You know I don’t like doing that–I hate it.” I nod my head at him wordlessly, the sight of his striking, blue eyes leaving me unable to speak. “But you just don’t give me a choice. I just…You make me so angry sometimes, Laia. And–and you do it on purpose.” He looks at me with an expression of both exasperation and desperation, head shaking from side to side as he speaks.
He wasn’t wrong–sometimes I did make him mad on purpose. Never over anything serious, only things like calling his favorite show boring or saying his outfit didn’t match. Little things that we would laugh about later.
This wasn’t one of those times.
I nodded anyway, choosing to maintain my silence in place of verbal response. It was just easier to get through it that way.
“All of our actions have consequences, baby.” He continues on, the familiar phrase vibrating against my eardrums. “You knew better than to say that, but you did it anyway. Do you not respect me?”
“I do…” I say quietly, a defensive tone barely present in my voice.
“So why would you think it’s okay to say something like that to me?”
I didn’t know how to respond to him truthfully without him getting angry again. I said it because that’s what I thought at that moment.
“I said I was sorry…” My eyes dropped from his gaze, instead choosing to hold contact with my own hands as they twitched nervously in my lap. “I just…you were calling me names, and–and it made me really mad because I didn’t do anything wrong!” My voice barely raised an octave, but it was still enough to convey my frustration.
“You’re right.” Rafe nods his head at me in response. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You looked very beautiful in that outfit and it’s not your fault that other guys can’t keep their eyes off you. I was being mean and I’m sorry for that.”
Rafe traces over my lips with his thumb, the warm digit gently smoothing out the pout that had appeared on my face.
“But it’s not safe for you to be dressed like that around a bunch of gross, strange men you don’t know all day. You haven’t heard the things they say about you, but I have. It makes me sick.” He says with concern.
I look at him confused, unsure of what he’s talking about. All my customers have been nothing but respectful towards me, the implication of them being anything else but that leaving me puzzled.
“It scares me to think about what could happen if I weren’t there to watch over you…I just want you to be safe. I know you think I’m hovering; I know you think it’s annoying and ‘controlling.’” Rafe’s worry seems to be genuine, the crease between his brows deepening as he looks up at me in his lap. “I know that. But how else am I supposed to make sure nothing bad happens to you?”
“I can take care of myself, Rafe.”
“I know you think that, Laia. I’m not saying that you can’t, either.” My boyfriend shakes his head at me as he speaks. “You’re a smart girl, but you don’t know everything. I’m a guy–I know how guys think. Sometimes I know better than you do, and sometimes you should listen to me. Okay?”
I say nothing for a moment. There was a slight tension in the air and I could feel his eyes on me.
My eyes remained fixated on the fingers in my lap, nails picking at each other mindlessly. My gaze is pulled away from the digits by Rafe’s knuckles underneath my chin, my eyes forced to keep contact with his instead as he awaits my response.
“Okay?” He repeats the word a second time, not accepting my silence as an answer.
“Okay.” I say quietly.
Rafe nods his head at me, the fingers keeping my chin in place moving to tuck a loose braid behind my ear.
“And I’m sorry I hurt you this bad; I should have been more careful.” He says, referring to the big, fat bruise hidden beneath my shirt. “I was high and I–I shouldn’t have come over when I was like that. I went too far.”
Rafe says that every time this happens. He always has an excuse, whether he’s sober or higher than the moon that lights our sky at night. But I always accept it.
Maybe I was stupid for that, but it would be a lie to say that I cared.
He was remorseful every time, I could see that it hurt him to see the pain he caused me after he finally calmed down. He would always apologize, and I would accept it because I knew he was really sorry–even if I knew it would probably happen again.
I loved him too much to leave. I’d been with him for almost four years; he was my first kiss, my first date, my first–and only–boyfriend. I promised myself to him, the diamond ring with our names engraved inside had been sitting heavy on my finger for two of those years. I helped him through his darkest moments; through his cocaine addiction, when he got kicked out of his house, when his dad died. I was there for all of it.
This relationship meant too much to me to let it go–Rafe meant too much to me. It’s why I allowed so many things that people say I shouldn’t, why I allowed myself to be treated in a way that would make me pity someone else if they were going through the same thing.
I was strong enough to handle it all, even if it left me feeling drained at the end of the day. To me, it was a small price to pay.
“I don’t like being so rough with you, but I feel like it’s the only way you’ll listen to me.” Rafe sounds disappointed, though I’m not sure if it’s in himself or in me. “I don’t like it, but if that’s what I have to do, then that’s what’s going to happen. Clearly, it’s working.”
Rafe’s eye’s trail down to my outfit, silently approving the choice. The big, pink sweater I found at the back of my closet was far from seasonal, but I needed something to cover the bruises that littered my arms and body. The plaid skirt I paired with it was something Rafe bought for me a few weeks ago; I chose it because I wouldn’t have to worry about him not liking it.
“My sweet girl…” He says softly. His strong arms wrap around me firmly, careful to avoid the spot that I’d been nursing all day. “You’re just so perfect for me.”
I allowed myself to melt into him, the stiffness of my body gone as I accepted his warm embrace.
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Midsummer’s Ball with Rafe Cameron
words: 0.8k
kook!oc x bestfriend’sbro!rafecameron
Scattered with pastel gowns and accessories, Sarah’s room was filled with happy chatter as Aurora curled her brown locks with a curling iron, flinching as she burned her finger for the fifth time the past fifteen minutes.
“ Rora, let me help you.” Sarah sighed, smiling as she weaved her hands effortlessly through Aurora’s curls, curling the loose strands of hair that framed Aurora’s face.
“…There you go ! We’re gonna have so much fun tonight !” Sarah giggled as she squeezed Aurora’s hand excitedly, skipping towards the vanity to apply a final touch of lipgloss. Stifling a giggle from Sarah’s enthusiasm, Aurora gazed at the pair’s reflection in the mirror: both with bright eyes and cheeks flushed with excitement, their hair cascading in beautiful waves.
Soft pop music was playing in the background, creating an ambiance of anticipation for an unforgettable Midsummer’s Ball ahead.
Giggling as they hopped into Aurora’s convertible, Sarah and Aurora laughed the entire drive to the country club, blasting their favorite songs on repeat, earning a few glares and the attention of the attendees when they arrived. Rafe was getting his fourth drink of the night, when he spotted the pair, waltzing through the entrance casually.
“ Look who finally decided to join us, always fashionably late !” Rafe said, causing Kelce and Topper to laugh loudly, while he gulped down the drink in his hand, staring at Aurora’s silhouette as she walked by.
The venue was adorned with twinkling fairy lights, vibrant floral arrangements, casting a warm glow over Aurora's beaming smile, making her look ethereal twirling around under the lights. Aurora looked breathtaking in her powder blue gown, adorned with delicate lace and sparkling sequins. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her elegance and grace. The sound of her laughter filled the air, blending harmoniously with the clinking of glasses and the soft rustling of gowns.
“ Looking good, Rora,” Rafe whispered as he slipped in front of Aurora, who was fetching a drink from one of the servers, “ though it looks like you were trying hard to match my suit.” Smirking as he pointed towards his pale blue suit and Aurora’s gown, he watched Aurora roll her eyes in annoyance.
“ Well,” Aurora said, appearing to be deep in thought, “ I recall it was you who picked up our gowns from the tailor, is it not?” With a victorious smile on her face, she closed the distance between them and looked up into his grimacing eyes, patting his arm as she whispered sarcastically, “Could’ve just told me you wanted us to match, huh?”
Rafe stared at her twinkling eyes with his mouth slightly agape, feeling his cheeks grow hot for a moment, unable to form a good comeback instantly. Always having the upper hand, this has never happened before, making Rafe feel frustrated, yet feeling amused by Aurora’s witty response.
“ Let’s dance, pretty boy.” Aurora laughed, taking Rafe’s jittery hand in hers as she dragged him to the center of the dance floor. “ Rora, you know I don’t dance…” Rafe muttered, nervously scanning the crowd, noticing Topper and Kelce looking at him with confusion written on their faces.
“ Live a little and dance with me!” Aurora twirled around with her hands in the air, dancing along to the upbeat music. Smiling as he looked at Aurora dancing under the lights, he took her outstretched hand and pulled her closer, laughing together while the pair swayed to the music.
“ Ouch !” Aurora yelped in pain suddenly, as a server accidentally bumped into her. Falling onto her feet, her heart skipped a beat as she watched her expensive gown being stained by the spilled drinks. “Miss Clarke, I’m so sorry…” Helping Aurora back onto her feet, the careless server muttered multiple apologies as he tried to offer her some hankerchiefs.
“ Watch where you’re going, for fuck’s sake.” Rafe warned as the server scurried away quickly, leaving Aurora fiddling with her dress helplessly. “ Sorry that happened.”Rafe said softly, his eyes filled with empathy, “Here, take my jacket,"
Aurora's eyes widened in surprise at Rafe's kind gesture. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should accept his offer, but the urgency to salvage her gown outweighed her reservations.
“ Thanks Rafe,” she nodded and slipped into the jacket, relaxing as she felt the warmth and comfort it provided, “ at least it matches my dress too.”
“ Feeling better, hm?” Rafe asked, noticing the slight pout forming on her glowing face, as he resisted the urge to kiss her. “ Yes, but the stain…” Aurora started, looking down at her gown sadly.
“ I’ll send it to my laundry worker later, promise it’ll be fine,” Rafe said assuringly, pulling her close to his chest for a moment, as he kept an arm around her body. Aurora was shocked by the sudden gesture, her heart skipping eight beats at once engulfed in his embrace, while she gently caressed his arm.
“ Let’s get more drinks and have fun, yeah?” Rafe said abruptly, letting go of her while he jogged away with a smirk on his face.
“ Wait for me, you asshole,” Aurora said, rolling her eyes as she ran after him in her heels, with a smile on her face, “ you’re still infuriating as hell.”
-thanks for reading, hope u enjoyed.
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UNTIL I FOUND YOU PT. 1
PART 1: CHAOS
summary: she saw him for who he truly was, and that’s all he never wanted
pairing: Rafe Cameron x black!reader/OC
AN: no use of YN. Rafe isn’t a murdering psychopath
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GENESIS HATED ALCOHOL AND ANYTHING DRUG RELATED. It was never her thing, vowing to never pick up a cup or abuse anything because she just genuinely hated the thought of it. So she opted for weed, spending part of her weekly allowance to buy some. She always bought enough weed to last her until she ran out, which was always around a week. She sometimes shared with her friends too which was another reason why she ran so quick, but she never minded. They were her friends after all.
Her family was known around OBX to have “old money” as people would say. she was a kook, born and raised Atlanta, Georgia. They had just moved to Outer Banks around 3 years ago and she immediately started community college. Her family owned a few businesses in outer banks as well as a few other places across the states. Her parents also operated and owned The island Club. She was an african american, spanish speaking trust fund baby who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth from the day she was born. But she never looked at herself as that. She was just a girl from the rich side of the water who never had problems with anyone, and smoked weed everyday with her friends. Very few kooks got accepted by pogues. Sarah and Genesis were fortunate of the few. Pogue life made Genesis look at where she came from as boring. She loved her parents, and she always thanked them for giving her and her 3 year old sister a life of privilege, but she knew there was more to life than just putting up a show for a bunch of snobby rich people who think that people less than them are nothing short of insignificant. Her friends made life worth living, bonding over their disdain for kooks and their love for weed.
Genesis was minding her business, smoking a wood she had rolled up with her friends at a keggar in the boneyard the first time she was noticed by rafe, his family basically had owned figure 8. Her parents knew where she was and allowed her to go as long as she came back at a reasonable time. She wore a simple outfit that worked with her aesthetic. He had been wearing a collar shirt with the first half of the buttons loose, mindlessly listening to his friend Topper talk his head off, probably about nothing. The pair locked eyes, him never taking his eyes off her of as he took a sip of his drink. High as hell, Genesis wrote it off as her imagining things. No way rafe was staring at her. They never had any interaction before because her and sarah had JUST started hanging out and she had never been over her house. Rafe staring was something she wasn’t use too, especially when he wouldn’t stop looking so shamelessly. She hadn’t heard good things about him. Her friends told her about the things him, Topper and Kelce would do to them. Nonetheless, she never judged anybody because that just wasn’t the type of person she is. She shook the thought of her outta her head and focused on having a good time with her friends. She was always told to stay away from Rafe Cameron, because he’ll break your heart, fuck you and leave, never to talk to you again.
“I’m so high right now, how many woods has it been?” Genesis asked, leaning against JJ, as he passed her the wood. He shrugged his shoulders, embracing her as she leaned into him. If it were any other person, they would’ve gotten pushed off immediately, but Genesis was soft, she had a delicate aura to her, but not too much to make her seem weak. She got active a few times in defense of her friends because of kooks picking with them. JJ made a mental note to himself to never get her angry, wanting to avoid the other end of her rage.
There was a community college in town that Genesis went to, opting to finish there to get a nursing degree before heading to nursing school. It had been her passion to help others since she was a little kid. Since community colleges typically last for two years, she can officially say she was going into her last year. Now she wanted to spend the summer with her friends before her life was consumed of studying and, senior seminars.
“That’s the 4th one you’ve rolled up and we’ve only been here an hour Ge.” Sarah told her friend, watching in slight shock as the older girl before her opened her small backpack and pulled out a huge bag of weed and another backwood. She smiled at Sarah as she continued to roll another one, an even thicker one this time with 3x the weed. Her fresh french tips were used as an aid to keep the weed in tact. She threw her bohemian braids over her shoulder and got to work as her friends watched
“Woahhh, how much are you planning on smoking?” John B asked, leaning up from the log he was leaning on, Sarah no longer leaning on him as she leaned up too. Genesis smiled, knowing once she light it her friends will smoke again. She didn’t say anything, only passed the blunt to him as a way to shut him up. He happily obliged and took a long drag from the wood.
“I’m loving you all over again. You always have the best dope.” JJ sighed dramatically, in a playful manner, putting his hand over his heart as he slumped into her embrace, watching as she pulled the smoke through her nose and blew it back out through her mouth. Genesis chuckled and pushed his head away playfully, not paying any mind to his words because that’s how their relationship was; playful, but she knew he looked at her as a sister as she looked at him as a brother.
While everyone bickered in their small group, Genesis’ eyes fell upon the blond haired boy just feet away from her, leaning on a large bark just in the other side of the boneyard, Topper now drowned out completely as they locked eyes one again. She sent him a small smile, watching as sent he one back with a small wave. Genesis was the first to look away, her chest beating fast. She knew better, and she wasn’t going to let herself go down that hole.
“Hey hey… eyes over here. He’s a menace! I wouldn’t get caught up with him if I were you.” Kie voiced, playfully snapping her fingers in front of Genesis’ face, taking her out of her trance. She took one last look at Rafe, before turning to Kie, luckily a couple beside him were arguing so she opted to use that as an excuse. Everyone knew Genesis was never the type to listen to orders anyway.
“He doesn’t seem that bad…” She mumbled, putting the roach to the last to finished blunts in a small bag in her purse. She had enough of rolling, and smoking for tonight. She was high enough to say she was high. Pope nudged her and gave her a smile once she looked at him, to watch she returned.
“Anybody mind getting me some more beer?” A slightly drunk JJ asked, as he flimsily held up his hand, holding his cup. Genesis sighed and snatched the cup outta his hand, dreading walking over to the keggar, where Rafe and his posse were hanging out at. Part of her agreeing to get JJ more beer was because so Rafe would notice her, but she made sure not to make it obvious. Another reason was because she just knew nobody else was going to do it and she couldn’t say no to JJ at times, but she was going to make sure this was his last cup.
She took a deep breathe and start making her way to where the beer was, ignoring the thank you’s and cheers from JJ as she moved further and further away from the group. As she looked around, she noticed that more and more people were starting to show up, and that always lead to something bad because someone always had to start something first. Right now her focus was getting her drunk friend more booze and going back to her designated spot.
Once she made, she started to work on filling the cup, rafe just a few feet away from her. He had taken his eyes off her a while ago, going back to his own world of friends. He hadn’t noticed her again until she came by that keggar to get something to drink. Before he knew it, his legs were carrying him over there, his eyes never leaving the unknown goddess before him, trying to get her before she walked away. He watched as she waited patiently for the beer to come out, as it was almost gone. She looked around mindlessly before her eyes landed on Rafe, them going wide as she watched him approach her with a undefined smile on his face. She didn’t know him like that so she wasn’t sure what the smile meant. She tried her best to keep her composure as he gotten closer, eventually he was barely an arms length away from her, wanting to be close but not too close to where it would scare her.
“Need some help with that?” She heard a voice behind her, in the midst of her struggle to tilt that large silver contain because of its contents almost being empty. She turned around to find Rafe Cameron, almost towering over her, with a smirk on his face. He was handsome no doubt, and he knew it too. It was something he always used to his advantage. She tried not to stare so hard but ultimately failed once she seen the smirk on his face grow.
“Oh—uh yea, please. It’s kinda heavy and I hate the smell of beer on my fingers.” She spoke nervously, stepping back and handing him the cup so that he can finish filling the cup of for her.
“Not much of a drinker huh princess?” Rafe asked, finishing up the cup and handing it to her. She took it, giving him a small thank you before answering his question. He gaze was strong, filled with intent, but she didn’t k ow which kind of intent. She knows her friends will come looking for trouble once they find out the two of them are talking, despite her conversing with someone with the same amount of wealth as her, but she was always told she was a pogue at heart, despite her status economically.
“Oh i don’t drink. Don’t really enjoy the after effects. I’ll stick to the weed.” She chuckled, shivering. As the sun started to set, it started to get chillier and now she wished she had brought an extra jacket, but Rafe noticed she was cold and quickly engulfed her in a spare jacket he brought. People around them watched the exchange, even her friends, who were whispered amongst themselves. She knew it was only a matter of time before one of them got fed up, and marched over to where they were.
Genesis thanked him for the jacket as she put her arms in, holding the cup of beer in each hand as she put the other in the jacket sleeves. He was nice, that was the first thing that took her by surprise. They he quickly offered up his jacket when she showed even the smallest bit of her being cold. Something was telling her to hurry and go back to her friends before they come and start trouble, but another part of her wanted to stay.
“I’m Rafe. Rafe Cameron.” He introduced, holding a hand out for her to shake. He had a ring on his pinky finger, as she examined it, wanting to make sure it wasn’t a joke. Hesitantly, she took his hand in her, surprised by the softness of it but she didn’t show it. Rafe gave a firm grip on her hand, never once breaking eye contact until they both shook. She maintained eye contact, letting him know she wasn’t shy by any means. He had a hefty reputation on the island, whether that he girls, his family, or just him acting like a complete asshole to pogues.
If he didn’t make it obvious before, it damn sure was now. He wanted her, in every way possible. He was a patient man, never one to push himself upon a girl. He wanted her to come to him willingly, but that doesn’t mean he was gonna stop popping up. His mind was clouded with cocaine, and it was taking everything in him not to sneak off to do another line, but he knew she didn’t like that. He knew her before she knew him. Genesis was a closed off female, but never shied away having a good time. She always hung out with those god awful pogues just like Sarah but he wasn’t in the liberty to say anything. He knew her disdain for alcohol and drugs, Sarah spoke about her a lot, always good things. She was rare, and he wanted to be part of her life, but he came with baggage, heavy baggage. He didn’t want to run anybody away.
“Genesis St. James.” She responded, smiling at him. Rafe gave her a cheeky smile. He knew exactly who she was. He had heard about her family, probably the wealthiest family in Figure 8. She was one to hang out with Pogue’s like his sister Sarah so he never saw her. She was just as beautiful as he thought she was. Skin like no other, body like no other. Face like no other. It almost made him wonder what else was like no other.
Before he could respond, John B, and JJ were all marching towards the pair. Topper and Kelce, who were just in the back ground, immediately moved up in Defense of the claimed “Kook King”. Genesis turned around and ran towards her friends, standing in front of the to try and stop them but as they moved foward, she moved back with them, trying not to get them to go up to the three behind her. She glanced behind her and watched as Rafe smirked, crossing his arms, waiting for them.
“Pope, stop them!!!” She pleaded as she ran towards the little area she once were. Pope shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what to do because he wasn’t a person to pick fights nor try and stop them. Once John B and JJ made their mind on something, that was it. “We were just talking!”
“You know what they say, Gotta protect our own.” He replied with a cheeky smile , not taking his eyes off the scene in front of him. She glared at him turning around to run to the scene.
Everyone had noticed now. Pogue vs Kook. Everyone knew how it was between the boys but nobody dared to stop them. She frantically ran back over to the boys, stepping in the middle of them. trying to push John B and JJ back but it didn’t work as they stood their ground, unmoving. She looked around, watching in desperation as everyone had their eyes on the train wreck that was about to unfold in front of their eyes.
“Please don’t do this! We were just talking! He didn’t do anything! You don’t even gotta do all this shit. Y’all stay causing a fucking SCENE!” She snapped, looking at her friends. Everyone was looking at them, waiting for the next move. If anybody made the first punch, the entire boneyard is going to be a shit show. Her chest was heaving up and down quickly, trying to regulate her breathing.
“You better listen to the pretty lady. Isn’t it past your bed time right now pogue?”
Rafe’s words was all it took. JJ pushed Genesis out of the way and landed a heavy punch on his face, making her fall on a sharp piece of wood and cut her arm. She looked down in shock as her hand was now covered in blood, and the chaos around her started. They were throwing punches left and right, as everyone cheered for both sides. Rafe watched as she cut herself, catching him off guard for a second which gave JJ the perfect opportunity to sucker punch him in the face.
Genesis marched over to Pope, yanking him by his shirt, blood nearly dripping down here arm at this point but the adrenaline was rushing thru her so she didn’t feel a thing. Her eyes were fierce and filled with rage.
“Go stop the fight! Now!!” She gritted angrily, tightening her grip on his shirt. With wide eyes, Pope frantically nodded his head, rushing over there once he was let go as Kie and Sarah tended to the wound on Genesis’ arm. The blood wouldn’t stop, so Sarah ripped the bottom of her shirt and tied it around the hole, to keep more blood from coming out. She watched as pope grabbed JJ and pushed him back, and fought between Topper and John B to separate the two angry boys.
As the fight died down, everyone started to leave, Genesis looked around for Rafe, wanting to say sorry on her friends behalf since she knew they weren’t going to do it. Both John B and JJ walked back over with scratches and messed up clothes along with bruises and cut up legs. She wanted to punch them so bad right now, but the pain in her arm was starting to show up and now all she wanted to do was go home and lay down. She knew if she didn’t go to see her mom (who was a doctor luckily), she was going to pass out.
John B was the first to approach, about to open his mouth but a tired Genesis stopped him with her arm that wasn’t injured, her hand quickly creating space between them. The boneyard now almost empty, she looked past his shoulder as she watched Topper and Kelce help Rafe back to the car they came in, Rafe making sure to take another look at her. She gave him an apologetic smile and turned her attention towards her friend. She was barely able to get a conversation out of him before they started becoming over protective.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t go across BOTH OF YALL HEADS!”
Both John B and JJ groaned, moving their faces away from Genesis. Her words falling dead in their ears.
“Of all the people to talk to, Rafe, really Ge, him? You’re even wearing his fucking jacket! God!” JJ spat, glaring at the all black ranger rover that just pulled off. Genesis looked down and noticed she very much still had on his jacket. She made a mental note to give it to him once she saw him again. That gave her an excuse to go and see him at Tannyhill.
“She got hurt because of you JJ. You pushed her. Stop being an ass for once and think about your friend who you injured because your an egotistical asshole.” Kie snapped. She didn’t like the eldest Cameron sibling either, but no matter how much she didn’t want Genesis talking to him. She was grown, and Genesis got hurt because of her two other childish ass best friends. That was her main focus as of right now.
“Hey, we didn’t mean for you to get hurt. Honestly when we seen him shake your hand we kinda flipped, but we’re sorry.” John B apologized, nudging a quiet JJ as he started off at the beach with a glare on his face, mumbling a small “sorry”. They both were bruised, cuts all over their faces, sand in their hair.
Genesis sighed for the thousandth time that night, her high officially gone away, “It’s fine, I’m about to head home. I’ll see you guys later.”
She hugged everyone, John B and JJ included, giving JJ a small kiss on a cheek as a way of saying he was forgiven. He smiled at her, giving her hand a small squeeze before letting go. She knew she couldn’t stay mad for long, JJ was only doing what he felt was right, and she couldn’t fault him for trying to protect her. Genesis walked towards her car, hopping in and drove the distance home in silence. Rafe weighed heavy on her mind, and she never got a change to apologize properly on her friends behalf, but that was a conversation for another day.
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AN: how was the first chapter? It sort of has a slow burn but I promise they get better as the chapters go on.
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FOOTBALL GAME
parings: daniel ricciardo x kelce!reader
author note: it's official, I'm entering my NFL era... taylor swift, what have you done?!?! 😭
summary: the one where you're the younger sister of the kelces and you go to a travis game and end up meeting daniel ricciardo.
✩. . . masterlist !
Y/N is the Kelce siblings' little sister, the protected one, adored by her entire family. Her three older brothers loved to tease her whenever they could. Nonetheless, Y/N loved being the youngest, except for the overly protective nature of her brothers. Shawn, Jason, and Travis delighted in intimidating any guy who came near their sister, and this had been the story of her life. The fact that Jason and Travis were professional football players didn't help either. Despite it all, she knew her brothers just wanted her to stay safe and find the right person. And that happened in the most unlikely way.
Y/N was at the Chiefs game, just like any other game, or so she thought. She had chosen to stay in the stands; Y/N wasn't in the mood to be in the player's family area today, especially after the appearances of her supposed new sister-in-law, Taylor. The fans had become obsessed with recording and looking for the singer-songwriter there. Today, Y/N wanted a peaceful afternoon. She had never been fond of being in the spotlight and was grateful that her brothers were the stars, not her.
As Y/N settled into her seat, she couldn't help but relish the anonymity she usually enjoyed in the stands. She liked to be just another face in the crowd, free from the constant attention that came with being a Kelce. But little did she know that this particular game was about to take an unexpected turn.
The energy in the stadium was electrifying, and as the game progressed, Y/N found herself getting more and more engrossed in the action. The Chiefs were playing exceptionally well, and the crowd's excitement was contagious. Amidst the cheers and chants, she almost forgot about her desire for a quiet day.
That's when it happened. Y/N was caught up in the moment, jumping to her feet as the Chiefs scored a touchdown. As she celebrated, an unfortunate collision occurred. Out of nowhere, a cup of beer was knocked from someone's hand, drenching her from head to toe. She gasped in surprise and shock, realizing her white Chiefs jersey was now soaked.
Furious and stunned, she turned to see who was responsible for this mess, and her eyes met a face she couldn't believe – it was none other than the famous Formula 1 driver Daniel Ricciardo, who was attending the game because of his Formula 1 race in Texas.
Y/N's frustration boiled over, and she shouted, "Are you kidding me? You just ruined my jersey!" Her irritation was palpable, and the entire section fell silent as all eyes turned to her and the unsuspecting Daniel Ricciardo.
As crowd silence hung in the air, Y/N could feel her face heating up with embarrassment and anger. She had no idea who this man was, only that he was the one who had turned her game day experience into a mess. But what she didn't know was that Daniel Ricciardo was not only a Formula 1 superstar but also known for his charm and charisma.
Daniel, caught off guard by her fiery reaction, was momentarily stunned. He glanced at the drenched jersey and then back at Y/N, a sheepish grin forming on his face. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry," he stammered. "I was just so caught up in the game, and I... I didn't mean to do that."
Y/N couldn't help but notice that, despite the situation, Daniel had an irresistible smile. It was clear that he was genuinely apologetic, and she couldn't stay mad at him for long. Still, she didn't know who he was, and her irritation was evident in her response. "Well, an apology won't dry my jersey, will it?"
At that moment, Max Verstappen, who was seated next to Daniel, couldn't contain his laughter any longer. He burst into fits of giggles, watching the entire interaction. "Mate, you've really done it this time!" Max said between laughs.
Y/N, despite herself, found Max's laughter contagious and couldn't help but chuckle along. "I can't believe you've got your friend here laughing at your blunder," she teased Daniel, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Daniel, red-faced and still grinning, extended his hand toward her. "I'm Daniel, by the way, and I promise I'll make it up to you somehow."
Y/N accepted the hand with a half-smile. "Y/N, nice to meet you. Just don't spill anything else on me."
Max chimed in, still amused. "Well, I think you've made quite the impression, Daniel.”
Max's playful comment only added to the amusement of the moment. As Y/N and Daniel continued to converse, they discovered an unexpected chemistry between them. His initial mistake had broken the ice, and they found themselves discussing everything from their favorite sports to their shared love for adventure.
As the game progressed, Y/N's initial irritation had turned into a delightful afternoon spent in the company of a charming stranger. She had completely forgotten about her drenched jersey and the chaotic start to their interaction.
As the final whistle blew, the Chiefs emerged victorious, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Daniel leaned closer to Y/N, and with a grin, he said, "You know, I've had an eventful day, and it's all thanks to you. Can I get your number? Maybe I can make it up to you with dinner or something?"
Y/N was taken aback for a moment, not expecting such a bold move. But his sincerity and the connection they had formed throughout the game were hard to ignore. She couldn't help but smile and replied, "Sure, why not? I think I'd like to see what other trouble you can get me into."
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The Dorothea Swift
"Folks, it's that time again for..."
"New NEWS," Travis Kelce is the one to finish, loud to the point that the woman on the other screen lifts her headphones slightly away from her ears.
"Today's episode features a very favorite of not only my wife, but the entire KC Chiefs system, social media manager miss Dorothea Swift! Dorothea-"
"Please Jason, just Thea, that's what everyone calls me. The last time someone called me Dorothea it was my sister when she wrote a song about missing me when I left for college," The blonde laughs, tucking a curl behind her ear.
"Or Dee Dee, that's what Mahomes calls her," Travis chimes, chuckling at the aggrivated look on the face of a woman who deals with football players for a living.
"That's because Pat took it from some friends of mine," She defends, rolling her eyes. "But it's great to be here boys. You've basically been making my job useless."
"Ah you could never be useless, babygirl," Is Travis's brilliant response, making Jason laugh.
"I can just hear the internet blowing up with that one comment, so I'm gonna save ya'll and move on," The elder brother assures, "Dorthea, what's it like being the sister of someone as famous as Taylor?"
"You see, my answer to that is going to be incredibly boring, but we've always grown up in a really down to Earth and relatively normal family. I mean, obviously Tay has been singing since I was seven and she was fourteen, so we've grown in this environment, but like, as a younger sister she's still just my annoying older sister."
"So you two are close?" Travis is the one to ask, with a knowing smile. "At least you seemed it at the game the other day."
"Yes, she and I still have sleepovers in my bed when she comes to town. My boyfriend has had to sleep on the sofa in our living room more than a few nights because of it," She explains, having to laugh.
"Ah, and would this boyfriend be the one that you've been soft launching on your instagram?"
"Dude, how do you know what soft launching is?" Travis questions his brother, laughing, Thea unable to not join in.
"My wife taught me! Laugh it up," Jason answers defensively, although his eyebrows betray his display of annoyance for what it really is, amusement. "But come on Thea, give us the insider scoop on your mystery boy that everyone is losing their minds about on the internet."
"I'm pretty sure what everyone is really losing their minds about is my sister and your brother supposedly dating after last weeks game," Thea laughs, Travis blushing madly. "Do you have anything to say about that?"
"Oh I'm a fan of this line of questioning," Jason grins, nodding excitedly about what he knows is to come.
"Me too, Jason, me too," Thea agrees, going to say something else before being interrupted by a little voice through Jason's microphone.
"Antie Dee Dee!"
The blonde woman's face turns the shade of a Chiefs jersey, both men's faces showing surprise in the turn of events that Jason's daughter Wyatt has caused. The's no way to deny that this is the first time the three have really talked if Jason's daughter already calls her Antie.
"Baby Wy," Travis is the one to respond, coming out as a groan. "You just ruined a soft launch that was a year in the making!"
"Does this mean it's time?" Jason asks, eyes dotting back and forth between the other boxes on the screen.
Rather than answering, a still red Thea gets up from her chair, disappearing from her screen only to reappear in Travis' a moment later, kissing his forehead and sitting down on his lap.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I am not in fact dating Taylor Swift, but have been dating Dorthea Swift for the last two years," He announces, smiling brightly at the screen.
"He's become close with my sister, given their proximity in age, and I've clearly become close with his family in return," Dorthea takes the chance to explain.
"Yeah, the Kid is pretty cool, I guess," Jason chimes, leaning in the the microphone as if about to tell a secret. "She better be my sister-in-law one day or I will kill my brother."
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Here's a bit of a mood board type thing for my Oc Tate Olivia Walters for the whole Travis x Oc
Her basset hound's name is Archie. She got him when she moved into Kansas City after the whole ex situation.
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Weeknight
Travis Kelce x OC (Claire)
Contains smut
Minors skeddadle, Go somewhere else!
College was the point in time where people found themselves. College was where Claire found herself and learned herself. She met Travis, learned what she liked, learned how she enjoyed being touched and was content with that. But the first time they had sex, things weren’t as bumpy and awkward as she thought they would be.
It was a late Thursday evening. Claire and Travis were sitting on her couch, staring at the tv. Practice was over and he promised he’d stay the night. During football season he was busier than usual.
“You guys are less gross today, so thanks for that,” Claire’s roommate Sherri mentions as she sits in the velvet sea shell chair across from them.
“Whatever that means,” Travis’ deep, yet soft voice mumbles in response. Claire chuckles, then purposely rubs his muscles through his shirt.
Sherri often found them making out on the couch, rubbing each other through their clothes. She silently screamed as they were doing the same thing now. Carnally Travis stuck his tongue down Claire’s throat as his hands rubbed her ass roughly.
She broke their kiss and smiled coyly.
“I have a bed, you know,” she tells him and he nods.
They make their way through the small apartment to her bedroom and lock the door. From there he sits on her bed, staring up at her. His hands found themselves pulling her see through crop top over her head and throwing it onto the floor. Her lacy red bra was open for him to see. He tried to unhook it but was unsuccessful. She unhooks it and he pulls the cups down, staring at her chest in awe.
“I ever tell you how amazing your boobs are?” He asks and she nods.
“You’ve never seen them before,” she reminds him and he softly chuckles.
“Well baby, it was worth the wait,”
“Really?” She asks and looks down to see what he’s seeing.
“Claire,” he moans, meeting her right breast with his mouth.
The undressing continues, a shirt here, a pair of panties there, boxer shorts here. Her bedroom looked like she threw laundry in random places.
Their naked bodies lay exposed for the other to see. He laid her on her back and kissed her chest, down to her stomach and hips. His lips ghosted over her pussy then he nibbled on her inner thighs.
“Please,” she lightly moans and he smiles, feeling more confident.
He pulls her bottom half closer to his face and starts using his mouth to bring her close to her peak. His tongue abuses her clit and her back arches at his gentle ministrations.
“Ah,” she moans and he continues licking. He hums to add some vibration.
“Mmm you taste so good baby,”
Her hands found themselves in his mass of ginger hair. She pulled at the strands as she felt her orgasm take over her body. Sweet moans left her mouth as she soaked his face with her cum.
He leaned up kissed her lips, allowing her to taste herself. He grabbed a condom from her drawer and ripped it open like a savage. Better to be safe than sorry. He pulls the condom on and winks at her.
“Let me ride you honey,” she moans lightly and he pulls her onto his lap. His hard length presses against her clit, sending a jolt through her body.
She aligns herself with him and slides down, earning a loud grunt from him.
“Fuck,” he moans as she bounces down on him. He feels the heat between them and starts sucking on her left nipple. He toys with it in his mouth and flicks his tongue over it. She squeezes herself with him inside and he groans roughly.
“Claire!” He exclaims, feeling himself come undone.
“Come for me Travis,” she demands, cupping his face in her hands, squeezing him inside her more.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, shooting ropes of cum into the condom.
They both collapse, out of breath on her bed. Her head lays on his chest and he rubs her thigh gently as he comes down from his high.
“You’re so good,” he praises her and she kisses his cheek.
“No, you’re so good,” she tells him and smiles lightly.
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This was honestly so short and sweet. Give your feedback on this for sure! Reblogs and likes are always appreciated. ❤️
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Chapter 1 / Part 4 (final)
Pairing: Rafe cameron x OC / JJ maybank x OC / JJ Maybank x sister!reader
Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drugs, typical obx stuff; (remind me if I forget something)
Summary: Skyla is JJ's older sister. Growing up together they were inseparable. A short while after going to school she met her best friend Kayla. She would convince Kay to join her and the pogues. But Skyla would be strongly invested to make her dream of going to art school come true, that she didn't notice her best friend totally falling for her brother. On the road to her dream she accidentally crosses paths with the Kook prince himself. Maybe he's not that bad after all?
Word count: 2.6K
AN: This is the last part of chapter 1, next chapter will be about Kayla and her adventure with the pogues! ~
(Cameron Estate)
After I got ready at Nina’s house, she kindly drove me to the party. As we parked in front of the giant villa she shrieked at me and shaked my body from excitement.
“Oh my god, you're going to a freaking Cameron party!?”, she squealed.
I sighed and looked at her seriously “Don't tell anyone about that ok?”.
“Your secret is safe with me”, she cheered.
Getting out of the car I watched her drive away. As I took in the view in front of me I gulped.
I'm really doing this, I thought to myself. The night was a little too chilly for the dress I was wearing, so I pulled my cardigan tighter, shivering.
I walked up the long driveway, noticing the crazy amount of people who were everywhere. As I watched some girls, already totally wrecked, hitting on some guys.
I got snapped out of my observation by Kelce shouting at me. “Eeey it's you!”, he cheered. Walking towards me, you could see that he was also pretty drunk.
“Yeah I made it”, I nervously chuckled. Kelce noticed my eyes scanning the crowd and grinned.
“Yoo Rafe, your girl is here!”. My face flushed red at the sudden nickname. He threw an arm around my shoulders laughing.
But before Kelce could make me even more uncomfortable, I saw Rafe making his way through the crowd inside the house and joining us at the front.
Kelce made a gesture, presenting me like a gift to Rafe. But Rafe only sighed and pushed Kelce back inside.
“I think you had enough, bro”, he grumbled and turned back to me again. “Sorry, he is annoying when he gets drunk”, Rafe apologised, smiling at me and pushing some hair out of his face.
I grinned at him, being relieved that he was here now. One second longer with Kelce made me want to bounce in an instance. “Some people can't control their liquor”, I laughed.
He let his gaze drift over me before continuing. “I'm glad you made it, you.. look stunning”, Rafe smirked, looking into my eyes. I felt my heart beating faster and my cheeks heating up again.
He really was making me nervous. “Thanks”, I stammered, I couldn't get myself to say more.
Rafe carefully laid his hand on my back and smiled. “Let's get you a drink”. I smiled back at him, noticing the warmth of his hand on my back.
“That would be nice”, I added ushering the butterflies in my stomach.
He guided me through the house, in the back where a giant pool was located. I felt people staring at me the whole time until we arrived at the small bar. Rafe gestured to me to sit down.
“What do you want?”, he asked me, leaning against the bar top not losing eye contact with me. I was a little abashed by his piercing gaze, but did my best to act casual.
“Maybe a gin tonic?”, I answered, resting my head on my hand and looking him back into his eyes. He looked slightly surprised by my action but was soon to grin back at me.
“One gin tonic and whiskey on ice”, he ordered to the barkeeper. As our drinks were ready he swiftly looked around.
“You want to go upstairs? It's a little more quiet there”, Rafe suggested. For a second I considered the fact that I actually didn't know him too well, nor anyone who was attending this party.
He must've noticed my uncertainty so he quickly added “Just if you like.. the terrace is pretty chill tho”. I looked at him as he took a sip of his drink.
At this point in my life I had kind of good skills reading people. I wasn't right every single time but at least nearly. I just felt that he wouldn't have bad intentions towards me. So I agreed and we made our way up.
It was in fact really nice up here and a lot more quiet. Just a few people were around, Kelce and Topper being one of them. As soon as they saw Rafe with me they asked us to join them.
Rafe looked at me apologetically, but I assured him it was alright. Further through the night I noted that Topper and Kelce were pretty nice. If you ignored the Kook-outburst from time to time, bragging about some high end gadgets.
Some time and drinks later, Kelce disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a grin on his face. “Got some”, he pulled out a small bag with some white powder in it.
Rafe must've noticed me staring at it a little so he softly put his hand on my arm. “You're alright.. with this?”, he leaned over to look me in the face.
It didn't look at it like that because I was weirded out or something. It was because I thought that I had my shit together.
But seeing the bag was enough to give me a feeling that my nose was burning. “Yeah of course, it's your stuff”, I blurted out laughing, feeling a bit dumb for staring.
“I knew you were cool”, Kelce grinned at me, putting out some lines. Rafe gazed at me with his stunning face.
As Kelce put out some for everyone he asked “You wanna try or?”. Topper smiled at me.
“You don't need to if you don't want to”, he assured me. Looking at the coke laid out in front of us I gulped. Without second thought I told myself, screw it.
“Sure it's been a while though”, I said, pressing my lips together. Rafe grinned and peered at me a little surprised. “You did coke before?”, he asked.
A little flustered I put a strain of hair behind my ear. “Yeah.. I know this guy.. Barry”, I said shrugging, taking the bill which was formed into a small tube out of Kelce’s hands. I wasn't proud that I knew this psycho, but he had the best stuff in town.
“Wait, you know Barry?”, Rafe laughed and shaked his head. He didn't seemed to bumped about it. Watching me putting the tube up to my nose.
“Who doesn't”, Kelce added snickering.
Snorting the powder up my nose a burning sensation made itself present. I should've been pissed at myself but really I wasn't.
Looking at my drink I noticed it being empty. I glanced at Rafe who had some liquor left in his glass.
“May I take a sip from your drink?”, I asked without thinking too much and started giggling. Rafe smiled at me, handing me his drink.
“Sure Blondie”, he cooed and suddenly I needed to focus on drinking or I might have spilled some.
Soon I felt the effect of the drug, being highly confident of myself and also doped up.
This led to me drinking a lot more than I intended to. A little while later Topper and Kelce were about to leave. Because Kelce wanted to hook up with some girls, but Topper insisted on seeing Rafe’s sister Sarah.
“She texted me that she was down at the beach with some of her friends”, Topper explained, while Kelce snorted.
“You totally whipped dude”.
Topper lightly shoved him and laughed “At least I have a girlfriend”.
As the two left, I noticed Rafe and I were the only ones left at the terrace. This place was so extravagant, I never was at a house this big.
I stood up leaning on the railing, taking in the view. Turning around I looked at Rafe and said “You have a sister?”.
He slightly frowned at the thought and snickered “Two actually, both younger than me”.
“Geez, must be annoying”, I chuckled, but quickly stopped because I didn't know the relationship he had with them.
“Sorry.. I”, I started but Rafe was quick to usher me.
“No really it is pretty annoying”, he laughed, joining me at the railing. I felt a tingling in my stomach and smiled to myself. Turning around again I got the urge to sit on the railing, so I pushed myself up and sat down on it.
Rafe watched me doing so and reflexively put out his hands. “Whoa you might want to be careful there”, he chuckled while holding my arm.
I blushed a little at his action and grinned. “I'm alright, not the type to lose balance”, but at the time I said that I wobbled a little, scaring the shit out of me.
Only then I noticed I was holding on to Rafe in front of me. He broadly smiled at me and carefully put his arms around my back for support.
“I don't want a cutie to fall down my ledge”, he laughed gazing at me. Did he just call me cute? My cheeks felt burning hot right now.
A little flustered, I looked down and bit my lip. Only when I looked back up at Rafe I noticed how close we actually were.
He glanced at my lips and heat was radiating through my whole body.
The urge to kiss his lips was too irresistible.
We both leaned in, inches away from each other. I could practically feel his breath on my lips. He smelled like whiskey and cologne.
As his lips were about to settle on mine, we were broken apart from a loud noise inside the house and angry shouting. Rafe turned his head around alarmed.
“What is going on?”, I asked. A little uneasy I glided down from the ledge while Rafe made sure I landed safely on the ground. He walked over to the glass door, getting a better look of the situation.
“Fuck.. it's my Dad”, he panicked and ran his hands wildly through his hair. My eyes widened, this couldn't be good. Ward Cameron could be really intimidating at times.
“Stay here, okay?”, he ordered me and I nervously shaked my head. Rafe went inside and I heard his Dad approaching. It didn't take long for them to fight with each other on a volume which made goosebumps creep up on my back.
I couldn't understand the whole conversation they had so I silently went to stand beside the glass door. “How many times I have to tell you that I don't want such people on my property!?”, Ward yelled at his son.
“I know, I know I… I’m sorry dad! “, I heard rafe declare to him. From the glimpse of my eye I glanced at the coffee table we sat around before and spotted the bag of coke.
Fuck not good not good, I thought to myself.
Cautiously I sneaked over to the table, fumbling around the table to grab the bag. “Everyone needs to leave now!”, Ward yelled.
As I was about to grab the bag his eyes crossed mine. “You too!”, he exclaimed and started to walk into my direction. Rafe tried to calm him down, following hastily.
I quickly shoved the bag into the sleeve of my cardigan. Frightened I looked Ward Cameron into the eyes as he stood now in front of me.
But before anything could happen, Rafe pushed himself in between the two of us. “I take her down, no problem”, he quickly said, glancing nervously at his dad who was watching me with a piercing glare.
“Fine”, Ward finally said, after what felt like an eternity. Rafe took my hand and hastily went downstairs with me. I gulped, that was so fucking close.
As Rafe brought me outside he let out a deep sigh. “I'm so sorry Sky… I didn't want you to see that”, he stuttered, looking at me embarrassed.
I noticed that he still didn't let go of my hand, which made my heart only race more. “It's alright Rafe, I fight with my Dad all the time”, I assured him.
Smiling softly at him, I gave his hand a light squeeze. His hands felt warm and gave me a feeling of protection.
His features softened as he looked at me and carefully tucked a loose hair strain behind my ear.
“I really want to give you a ride home.. but I need to take care of this right now”, he sighed, looking back at the entrance door.
I didn't know he could be this sweet, it made my heart melt. “It's okay I'll give my friend a call”, I said.
He watched me with a concerned look on his face. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure”, I answered. I really didn't want to go right now, but I hoped that this wasn't the last time. “I'll text you when I get home?”, I asked, a little shy.
Rafe grinned at me “You better be doing that cutie”.
I laughed at his statement, wishing this night would never end.
Hearing Ward screaming from inside, Rafe quickly added “I need to go now.. sorry”.
Without thinking twice I leaned forward, standing on my tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Rafe didn't expect that and grinned to himself. “See you Blondie”, he cooed as we let go of each other's hands and he started to walk back inside.
“See you”, I smiled and made my way down the driveway. Calling Nina, she picked me up and we returned to her place.
The day after was kind of rubbish. I still felt the coming down of the coke from yesterday and wished I didn't do what I did.
(home is where you are)
As Nina brought me back home I couldn't overhear my dad's loud screaming and wasn't sure if I should just turn around and leave.
But I didn't.
I opened the front door entering our messy living room and sighed.
There were laying empty liquor bottles everywhere and the smell of cold cigarette smoke made me sick to my stomach.
I carefully made my way to the back porch, watching my dad yell at my brother for whatever reason. “I'm done with your scum ass”, he growled at JJ.
My brother noticed me standing in the doorframe and gestured for me to not interfere.
Roughly flushing down some beer, my dad took another step forward and hit my brother in the face. JJ tumbled to the side holding his face.
I just stood there, scared and started crying silently. I didn't know what to do, fear holding me in my place and making my whole body go stiff.
JJ glanced at me with his soft eyes, I knew that look. The look of don't come near, it's not safe. As soon as my dad took off, I ran to JJ hugging him tight.
We stayed like this for what felt like hours. Pulling back I softly stroked his cheek where he was hit before. “What was it this time”, I asked in a hushed voice, tears running down my face.
My brother took my hand which was resting on his face and pressed it slightly. “About… about you”, he whispered, looking at me with pain in his eyes.
I gulped and tried not to break out in agony again. I hugged him tightly and cried into his shoulder. “Shh it's ok”, he ushered me, stroking my head softly.
“A letter came from the university”, he explained. I leaned back, looking at him in surprise. JJ smiled softly, guiding me back inside the living room.
I dried of my tear stained face with my arm and watched my brother shuffle through the mail on the coffee table. He took out a little scrunched up letter and handed it to me.
“Dad opened it.. and was pissed off”, he murmured, pressing his lips together. Taking the letter from him, I got nervous.
I pulled out the letter and flattened it a little so I could read it. For the first time in like forever, I felt relieved and scared at the same time.
Clasping a hand over my mouth I started crying again. “I.. got accepted”, I stuttered, looking at my brother completely baffled.
He went over to me and hugged me. “Congrats sis”, he chuckled.
At that time I didn't knew that my whole world was about to change ~
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AN: chapter 2 is in work ~
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the sea around us; chapter thirteen
In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.
(rafe cameron x f!oc)
(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)
warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)
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~Rafe's POV~
"Rafe, bro, I am so god damn serious right now if that wasn't my sister I would've thrown one your way, man." Kegs says to me, lighting up a j as we stand in the parking lot of the theatre, leaning against my bike and watching the screen burn and smoke and ash fly into the sky.
"Yeah, I get that." I respond, holding my hand out for him to pass it to me.
"What's up with her now, anyways?" He asks, taking a hit before passing the joint over. I take a drag as well before answering.
"She's staying at John B's." I answer, blowing the smoke out of my lungs.
"I figured that much." Kegs chuckles. "I meant more what's happening between you guys."
"Oh, yeah, uh.." I take another hit and hand it back. "Not fully sure, man, to be honest." I lie, avoiding eye contact as I hand him his weed back. It's not completely a lie. I mean, I know in my gut that I want to be with her. She's all I've been able to think about for a while now, even before I offered her a ride home on the night of the storm, but Snowy had never looked twice at me before then, I just don't know what she wants. Or how she feels. I just know that it took everything in me to leave her standing behind the burning screen as she cried over what we did to her friends. Fuck- it makes me sick remembering how she watched me walk away, the way her long, red hair hung down in front of her, and her cute little shorts. I need to stop. I just need this high to kick in so I don't think about it anymore.
"Really? 'Cause that's not what that video of you guys making out at Kelce's made it seem like." Fuck.. Someone filmed that? I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "I don't think I need to mention what I'll do to you if you hurt her."
"Yeah, man, of course. I wouldn't do that." I mumble.
"Dude, I'm serious. You haven't had a serious girlfriend the whole time I've known you." Kegs laughs and I shrug.
"I've just never had a nice girl." I chuckle.
"Snowy is nice." Kegs says, nudging me. "Listen, I'm not trying to scare you. You know that. I just don't want her to be another chick you hit and quit. She deserves better." I know that. She deserves better than me at my best, honestly.
"I agree." I tell him. "I don't know what she's doing hanging out with those pogues anyways." I say, in attempt to change the subject.
"Yeah, I mean, she thinks they make her happy." He shrugs. "She doesn't get that in the long run, like, she won't want to live on the cut forever. She'll marry that JJ kid and stay at her three jobs until the day she dies, funding his drug addiction." I feel my teeth grinding just at the thought of that. She deserves everything. I want to give her everything. I'm being crazy- I hardly know her, yet.
"Listen, I better dip. I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask, grabbing my helmet and straddling my bike.
"Yeah, of course man." Kegs nods, handing me the j for one last hit before I leave. I take it, then pull my helmet down and start my bike. Snowy wouldn't want me to drive high. I find myself pushing those kind of thoughts out of my head more and more.
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I get home, and my dad has this great idea, more like demand, that I invite Snowy to Midsummers this weekend as my date, obviously to keep up appearances. I love that idea, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it, but I didn't want to put her out of her way, and I couldn't imagine she would want to come. Especially after she just hardly forgave me for what we didI don't have much of a choice now anyways.
I'm on my way home from the gym, and I see her old, beat up car parked outside the coffee shop she works at. Now is a better time than ever, I suppose. I park outside and sit on my bike for a minute after I take off my helmet, looking inside through the window. I don't see her, but I don't see anyone else either. It's perfect.
I take a deep breath before I get off, putting my helmet on the back and approaching the door. My hands already feel sweaty. Gross. I wipe them on my shorts and then look at my reflection in the glass, quickly making sure my hair looks okay before I open the door and walk in.
"Good morning, what can I get for you?" Snowy asks as she walks out from the back, customer service voice in full swing. She has her hair up in a ponytail that looks like it could fall out at any minute, and wearing these leggings that hug her curves perfectly. She is so pretty. She wipes her hands on her apron, since they're dripping wet. She was probably doing dishes- I feel guilty for interrupting.
"Iced Caramel Macchiato please." I say, trying to mimic her from when she ordered those for us the other day. She looks up, her face relaxing into a more genuine smile. It is so contagious.
"Oh, hey." She says, reaching down and clicking a few buttons on the register. "Just get back from the gym?"
I laugh slightly, gesturing down to my clothes. "How could you tell?"
"Just a guess." She shrugs, walking over to the espresso machine.
"So, uh, I needed to talk to you about something." I say, and she hums back in hesitant acknowledgment as I rub the back of my neck. I'm sweating like crazy- it's hot in here for it being before 8 am. "There's this thing this weekend, kind of a big deal apparently, and I was wondering if you would be okay with going with me?" I internally cringe at the way I said that. God- that probably made no sense.
"Midsummers?" She asks, pausing making the drink to look up at me. I'm getting butterflies in my stomach, just looking at her brown eyes.
"Yeah, that. My dad is getting some sort of award or something." I explain. "So? What do you think?"
"Uhm.." She pauses, clearly thinking. Great. I screwed this up with her already. Of course, I saw this coming- she should still be mad at me. "I would love to, I really would, but I don't think I'd be welcome there. Besides, I don't own anything even remotely appropriate to wear." She replies, with a nervous-sounding laugh.
"If you're my date, you'll be welcomed. Besides, my dad wants you there." I tell her, smiling despite how anxious I'm feeling.
"Ward? He specifically requested that I come?" Snowy raises her eyebrow at me, getting back to working.
"As a matter of fact he did- I can tell you don't believe me, but he loves Kegs, and he wanted me to bring someone to keep up appearances, since he's the guest of honour or whatever." I say, immediately hearing how bad that sounded. "Not like- fuck, that sounded bad. Not like I don't want you there." I laugh nervously. "I do want you there, and so does my dad. There. That's what I meant to say." This is humiliating. I'm waiting for her to laugh in my face- even though I know she would never do that. She's too kind.
"Okay.." She nods, placing my drink up on the counter in front of me. "I still don't have anything I could wear. I just don't want to embarrass you. I'm sorry. Maybe ask one of Sarah's friends? I'm sure they would be all over you." She jokes.
"That's the easiest problem to solve." I dismiss her comment. "I've got it. Here.." I say, pulling out my wallet and digging around for the bills I'm looking for.
"Oh my god, Rafe, no. I seriously can't let you give me any money. I can borrow something from Kie, maybe. I'll sort it out. I'd love to go." Snowy says quickly, shaking her head at me. She is so cute.
"Okay fine, then this for my drink." I say, placing eight hundred's on the counter. She just looks at me, as if to say 'come on, seriously?' and that makes me laugh.
"Your drink is free." She replies, crossing her arms. "On me."
"Oh, thank you. How sweet. Then that's a tip." I grin, pointing at the cash and she rolls her eyes.
"I'll pay you back, Rafe." She sighs, picking up the money and folding it before putting it in her pocket. "Thank you." Snowy says honestly, looking back up at me.
"Don't worry about it. I really want you to come." I say as I pick up my drink. "Can I pick you up from John B's at 3 and you can get ready with Sarah? That's a thing girls do, right?" I laugh, totally unsure. I've just seen that in movies.
"Yeah, totally." Snowy laughs, leaning her elbows on the counter. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Me too." I smile, taking a sip of my drink. "This is good, I need to come while you're working more often, Juliette." I tease her, reaching down and flick her name tag.
"Oh my god, ew. If you keep calling me that I'll get you banned!" Snowy laughs, swatting my hand away.
"I gotta run, but I'll talk to you later?" I suggest and she nods.
"Of course. Thanks again, Rafe." She says as I wave and start to head for the door.
"Oh, and one condition on me paying for your dress," I say, turning as I walk back toward the door. "Send me pictures of everything you try on." I wink, seeing her roll her eyes.
"Bye, Rafe." She giggles, waving me off. I don't know when I stopped feeling nervous, but I leave feeling much better than I did when I walked in.
*:･ﾟ✧*:･
A/N;
Bet y'all didn't see his POV coming lol
I hope you liked it though! I tried my best but as always feedback is appreciated :)
-R
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