rainywolfgoatee

[rainywolfgoatee]

War of hearts…

Warning- there are no warnings this is just Rafe and Reader meeting. Slowly building up to where they are going to be in their relationship.(no smut or angst just a bit long) this is proofread.

I’d known Rafe for years, we weren’t friends though so I guess I knew of him. I never knew why all the girls drooled over Rafe. Maybe it was the way he looked, or his cold personality. Or maybe it was both. I wasn’t one of the girls obsessing over him, I never did. Yes I had to admit he was attractive, really attractive but there was just something about him that I didn’t want to get involved with.

But in the end, I found myself in his room. Looking at the trophies he’d had won from golfing or other things. Baby and family pictures hanging up on the wall as he searches through his closet for a shirt he could give me after he’d ran into me, spilling his alcohol of my black tank. I didn’t want to walk around the party with a wet shirt, so I asked if I could borrow a shirt. He agreed with me since he didn’t want to cause a scene.

“You like snooping around people’s rooms?” His voice was low, it sent a shiver down my spine. I turned, looking across the room as he held a black shirt and closed his closet door. I shrugged, “Just admiring.” I say matching his tone. His room was clean, cleaner than any boys room I’d been in. The sheets were made and his desk was neat. Books sat on one side of the desk while the other held his writing utensils and computer.

I’d at least expected empty beer bottles and pizza boxes everywhere.

I shot him a soft smile as I walked over to grab his shirt out of his hand. My finger tips brushed against his hand making a shot warmth spread throughout my body. I shrugged it off and looked around the room, waiting for him to turn around. He didn’t move, but I looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. “If you want to see me shirtless just say that.” My tone was full of sassiness and cockiness, a smirk spread on his and he pointed towards the bathroom. “You’re not my type, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart, I didn’t like being called a nickname. Especially by him. He’d probably called every girl in the outer banks sweetheart. I rolled my eyes and walked to the bathroom closing the door behind me.

It didn’t take be long before I had his shirt on my and draped over me. It reeked of his cologne and it made my head hurt but I didn’t complain. The last thing I wanted to do tonight was get into an argument about how strong his cologne was. When I walked out of the bathroom, he was waiting for me. Sitting on the edge of his desk with his phone in hand. I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief, why was he waiting on me?. “Scared I might take something?” I shut the bathroom door behind me, slowly walking over to his bedroom door to exit. He looked up from his phone, shooting me an irritated look.

Trust me when I tell you I wasn’t enjoying this anymore than he was but I didn’t want to argue about that with him either.

He didn’t look interested in starting small talk with me but he answered anyway. “I don’t know you. You don’t know me, I already caught you snooping through my stuff. What are you a fan girl ?” A smirk appeared on his punchable face and my blood ran hot. Fan girl? Far from that, he’d wish I was one of those girl practically dying over him.

I never took shit from anyone, especially boys with as big of an ego as his. “I wasn’t snooping. You were taking too long so I looked around your room.” I paused, shooting him a deadly glare that didn’t faze him at all. It sent chills down my spine but I didn’t let it show. I was annoyed and angry, all I wanted to do was insult him. “And don’t call me a fan girl. I’m not one of those girls obsessed with you. Like you said, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me.”

I started to walk again towards the door, “Don’t think about giving the shirt back. I don’t want it.” He said coldly. I scoffed before I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me.

Rushing down stairs to meet with Kie, Jj, Pope, and John b again.

The party went off from there and when I left with Jj, Kie, Pope, and John b, I’d realized I left my tank top and phone in Rafes bathroom. I let out a deep sigh, not wanting to see his stupid face again. But that tank was my favorite and I didn’t just want him to throw it out. Hopefully he didn’t.

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It was the middle of the day and I was still without my phone and my tank top. It’d at least been a day and a half without my phone and it was killing me. How much of an idiot am I for leaving my phone in his bathroom. Fuck me. I had to go back to his house once again, he’d probably think I left it there on purpose. But I didn’t give a shit, we didn’t even have to talk to each other. All I needed was my phone and tank back.

It took me the whole day to muster up the courage and walk to his house. It was dark out and it was a far walk, twenty minutes at most since I didn’t have a car. When I arrived to the big house and knocked on the black door, I sighed. I could hear people talking from the inside but no one answered for a minute so I knocked again, even harder. Right as I was about to walk away the door opens, Sarah – Rafes sister — answered the door, giving me an almost slightly disgusted look. She yelled at the top of her lungs into the house, “Rafe there’s a girl here for you!” After she turned back to me and i just wanted to disappear, it was already embarrassing enough that I left my things here, she did not have to make it worse by giving me that look.

“I’m warning you now. You should run while you still can.” She said, as if I had something going on with her brother. That was the last thing that was happening. The door opened more to reveal a tall shirtless figure, wearing grey sweats with damp hair. “Not you again.” He said as Sarah walked away, looking me up and down. I assumed he knew why I was here and he did. “Your phone is upstairs and your tank top is probably somewhere in the washing machine.” He stepped aside, giving me a tight lipped smile as he ushered me inside.

When I slipped past him I got a whiff of his cologne, it sent a fuzzy feeling to my stomach. It was strong but he’d just gotten out of the shower so I’d expect it to be. I tried not to look at his shirtless body and trust me it was hard. But the last thing I wanted him to think was that I was checking him out.

He led me upstairs back into his room. Their house smelled sort of like pumpkin and it was clean. I didn’t realize how nice their house was until now. The house was huge, bigger than I had thought since I didn’t really walk around at the party. When we reached his room, he walked over to his bed side table and opened the draw, grabbing my phone. “Here.” He said tossing my phone over to me. I caught it, seeing if it still had battery left. It was fully charged. He charged my phone? I didn’t question him about it, “You can just wait in here.”

Obviously he’d hadn’t enjoyed the fact that I was here at this hour. It was currently ten at night so he must’ve been tired. I stood quietly at the door, watching him type away at his phone as if it was an urgent message. Was he waiting on someone?

“Waiting on someone?” I cocked an eyebrow, I didn’t like the silence so I broke it. I didn’t like chitchat either but the atmosphere around us was as awkward as ever. “Was.” He said looking up from his phone, wetting his lips with his tongue. He looked annoyed, maybe angry that I had shown up. “It must be a girl if they were coming over at this hour.” I looked down at the hem of my skirt then back up at him. Fuck, i would be annoyed if I’d gotten cockblocked too. And that’s what I had just done.

He shrugged, “didn’t really like fucking her anyways.” I let a soft chuckle escape my lips, walking around his room and sliding my fingers along the wall as I looked at his baby pictures again. “For someone who didn’t like fucking her you look really annoyed with me.” I say stoping at his desk and flipping through his note books that sit on it. I didn’t hear him answer for a minute or his footsteps when he appeared behind me. “You’re snooping again.” His breath was hot against my neck and it startled me, making me turn around. He was close, close enough that I could feel his breath of my face.

“If that’s what you want to call it.” My eyes tracked his toned body, the way his abs flexed was… no I can’t think that about him. But I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t hot– I got snapped out of the trance I was in by the notification from his phone. When he pulled it out it read a name, Sofia. “Girlfriend?” I step back, sitting on the edge of the desk. He shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek. “I don’t do relationships.”

“So what do you do?” His head snapped up at me, looking down at me as he stepped closer. Now he was in between my legs and our faces were mere inches apart. “Why do you care.”

“Because, from what I’ve heard your a fuck boy.”

Why was I talking? God, this was embarrassing.

“Fuck boy?” He cocks an eyebrow, one of his hands finding my thigh while the other presses against the top of the desk. My breath got caught in my throat, it was like his touch wouldn’t allow me to breathe. “You have girls lined up for you, you must be fucking most of them.” I chuckle, not letting him hear the nervousness in my voice. His hand slowly slid higher, it was torture. “If that’s what you want to think of me.” His voice was barely above a whisper. I stopped his hand, grabbing his wrist. “Relax sweetheart, just messing with you. Like I said your not my type.” He chuckles, letting a smirk appear on his face as he stepped back from me.

That stupid nickname again, even though he’d only called me it twice it made my blood boil. “Stop calling me that it’s not my name.”

“I’m aware, it’s a nickname, sweetheart.” The way I wanted to punch that cocky look off of his face. I was about to say something before the door swung open, it was Sarah holding my tank top. She handed it to Rafe and walked out of the room. I sighed, letting my anger go as I walked over to him and snatched my shirt out of his hand. “What’s your name?”

I let our fingers brush against each others for a second more than necessary. It sent a cold chill down my spine, “Y/n…” I said letting go of a breath that I didn’t know I was holding in. He let out a throaty chuckle that filled the room. God, he was hot. Too hot.

“There’s a party here tomorrow you should come.”

Rafe? Inviting me to one of his parties. Not like I didn’t go to the last one uninvited but the words coming out of his mouth actually asking me to come was… Surprising. “I’ll think about it…” I say stepping back from him, turning around and walking out of his room. Dammit y/n, that’s Rafe.

Do. Not. Fall. For. Him.

[rainywolfgoatee]

Stay with me.

"Jj!" You scream from the top of your lungs. He had just drove off the bridge that was above you. He was drunk and upset that his father had hit him so he started speeding.

You couldn't see him anywhere. Everyone that was in toppers car was looking for him. You were crying and it was hard to breath. You couldn't think it was hard to be without jj and you couldn't think of him dying.

You had finally come across his body. You start screaming. He had been unconscious behind the bushes. You fall down next to him grabbing his upper body and putting him in your lap. "He's bleeding!" You scream out crying. Unable to control yourself. "Someone call for help!... Jj please, open your eyes!" Your eyes are red from all the crying.

"Open your fucking eyes Jj!" This wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening. The day you thought would never come. "No, no, no, no, no." You say quietly as tears fall down your face.

"Y/n calm down, he's going to be ok!" He tries to hide his tears.

"Check his pulse!" Kie says to Pope. Pope comes rushing over. He puts fingers on his neck. "Is he breathing?... Is he fucking breathing pope?" You yell at him. Your shaking. "Pope!" Topper screams. "No-no he's not. He's not breathing." He falls back.

"Wake the fuck up Jj, wake up!" You start doing CPR on him. Everyone stops and watches you. "H-help me!" You scream at everyone as you continue.

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Flashback

"I'm going to take you on date. A really nice one." Jj kisses you on the cheek. "Oh really? How are you gonna do that we have no money." You grab his hand giggling. "I promise I'll get you that date" He smiles.

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"Come on baby!" Your heavy breathing. What about our date? What about what you said. What about our date that you promised me. You have to keep that promise. Please.

You put pressure on the wound by ripping his shirt and tying it around him. "Where is the fucking ambulance." You hear the sirens.

"Y/n..." John b says quietly. "Y/n" Kie says second after him. "He's dead!" John b yells. "No, no he's not!" The ambulance pulls up right next to you. "Over here!" Topper yells. They rush over.

"Ma'am you have to move." The paramedics grab him. "Y/n let them take him!" Pope and John b pull you off. "Get off of me!" You heavy breath wiping away some of the tears. Getting blood all over your face. Your hands hands are shaking.

"Y/n" John b puts his arms around you hugging you tightly. You can't speak. "Do you remember when he said he would take me on a nice date?" You smile with more tears coming out of your eyes. He says yes. "That's never going to happen is it? Is It?" You bury your face in his chest. "I don't know." He watches as the paramedics take him away.

"He's going to make it." Kie says. You turn around watching them leave.

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At the hospital.

It's been an hour since it happened. You don't know where he is, none of you do. "Can you tell us what happened?" The police say. You don't pay attention to any of it. All you think right now is where is my boyfriend. Jj, jj, jj, jj. "Can you hear me?" He taps you on your leg. "What?" You flinch a little. "What happened?" He has a note pad in his hand.

You rub your eyes with one hand. You bonce your leg up and down. "He uhm..." You look around at your friend's, their all asleep. "He fell off the bridge on his bike. He-" you pause. "The medal of the bike punctured him. He wasn't breathing when we got to him." You stop speaking. You look up at him with a blank expression on your face.

"What about before that?" He continues to write down what you said before. "He, his dad had hit him. So he left the house on his dirt bike. He was pissed so he went to get some beer at his friends house and he left there drunk. And... He started speeding when he got on his dirt bike." You get cut off by the doctor who walks in the lobby.

"He's awake." She looks at everyone. You stand up."What room?" She tells you the room number and you immediately run to his room. He's sitting on the bed with a cast on his arm. You run in hugging him. "What's wrong with you." You start crying. "Don't cry." He rubs your lower back.

Kie and the rest of them walk in. "We thought you were dead!" Kie exclaims. "You scared the shit out of us man!" John b puts his head in his face. "Don't ever do that shit again you hear me?" You say kissing his softly. "Are you okay?" Jj looks down at my clothes. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Stop worrying about me."

"How can I not worry about you." He smiles softly. "I love you so fucking much J." I kiss him again. "I love you too." He says into the kiss.