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rafescoke · 3 years ago

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Brother’s Best Friend ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: heyy I’ve recently found your account and I just felt in love with the way you write and with your works so I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is Kelce’s sister, she’s sitting alone at home and suddenly she hears a doorbell ringing, she comes to open the door and that’s Rafe and she says something like “Kelce’s not home” or smth like that and Rafe answers “I actually came to see you” or smth like that. It can be smut or fluff or whatever I don’t really care. Sorry if this is chaotic but I just want the reader to be black and I have bad ideas lmao 😭 sending love ❤️❤️

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Fooling around with your best friend's sister is not a good sign, especially when it involves something more than skinny dipping and drinking alcohol together.

Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of drinking, slight angst, teasing Rafe Cameron

A/N: I'm so close to 700 followers wtf y'all are truly amazing ily! I'm finishing all requests in my inbox for the new few days; thank you to those who put their trust in me to write their ideas <33

(Y/N) could never deny the attraction she felt towards a certain brunette boy with that charming smile.

The feeling evolved for the first time when he came over to her house to see Kelce. He was so polite to her; giving her a turn on passing the ball and scolding Kelce and Topper for not wanting to give her a chance at playing basketball in the swimming pool.

But she was only 8 back then, and she regarded the feeling as nothing more than a silly crush.

Rafe Cameron changed when he entered high school. (Y/N) couldn't explain what was wrong, but he was not her Rafe anymore. He didn't hold the door for her, scold Kelce for making fun of her or do anything that used to make her heart soar.

Her thoughts were disrupted when a fresh blue towel hit her squarely on the face, causing her to yelp in shock.

"Do you wanna come down to the lake with us?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, pulling the towel to her side, and closed her magazine with a snap. Her eyes fell back to the three guys, lingering on the tallest one a little bit too long.

She cleared her throat, "No, I'm tired."

Kelce shrugged, walking towards the entrance of their home from the swimming pool. He didn't feel like having (Y/N) around anyways, because that would mean he would have to protect her from his friends.

Kelce loved his friends, of course, but he also knew the other side of them that uses girls like Kleenex tissue only to throw them away again.

"On a second thought-" (Y/N) said, stopping the three boys from entering the big house. "I think I'll go."

"You sure?" Kelce asked. God. Now he would have to play the big-brother stimulator for the whole night.

The night sky was dark, and the only light came from the moonlight up above and sometimes from the flashlight of each other's phone. Boozes laid messily on the wooden deck and their clothes were discarded all over the place.

Not one person was sober, and they were all laughing to a joke by Topper.

"Okay, okay, last one-" Topper said excitedly. He shivered, and (Y/N) thought about it as a response towards the cold lake water or the excited nerves of sharing another stupid joke. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Easy. To get to the other side," Rafe answered proudly. A beer drop slid down from his lips to his chin, and (Y/N) felt a strong desire to lick it.

"Wrong."

"Okay, fine, I don't know."

Topper smiled widely, and (Y/N) could see this joke coming from a few miles away. "To get to the loser's house. Knock knock."

Rafe pulled a face, his eyebrows raised. "Who's there?"

"The chicken."

Kelce and Topper's laugh filled the silence around them, and (Y/N) found herself slightly smiling at the joke. Rafe groaned, finally understanding the joke and being angry at himself for willingly taking the bait.

"Okay, okay. The joke's over."

Kelce laughed again before taking a full swig of another beer bottle. He stared at the sky, and let out a loud huff.

"Wish we can go up there."

"Me too, man," Topper agreed. He joined Kelce by staring up at the dark sky, both clearly high out of their minds.

"Do you want to?"

(Y/N) looked to her side, not noticing Rafe who had moved from his previous position near Topper to beside her. She quirked her head to one side, her face questioning.

"Go up to the sky," he explained. He watched as she looked up to the sky, her mouth slightly parting. Her chest heaved peacefully, and her wet body donning the lilac bikini never looked so beautiful and perfect.

"Nah. I'm too scared."

"Even when I'll go with you?" he smiled. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, though her heart was soaring brightly; she would never feel scared anymore if he were to be around her all the time.

"Yeah. Even when you’ll go with me. Besides, it's not possible."

"Let people enjoy things," he said, and he was so close to her now because she could smell the coffee mint from his breath. Her heart was beating wildly, though this would be the ten-thousandth time he did this to her.

It never failed to leave her completely breathless.

"You're drooling," he whispered, and used his thumb to wipe her wet lips from the beer. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't utter any words back. She was too mesmerised with the whole situation.

His fingers stopped at her chin, looking into her eyes, and he was petrified too. He leaned in, but before anything could happen, (Y/N) moved away. He cleared his throat, and swam back to the deck.

‘I’m drunk’ was repeated by him all the way to the the place he threw his clothes off, shaking his head at the thought that he was so close to kissing her. He looked back to her direction in the lake, still staring at him. He focused back on the ties of his shorts, and made his way back to the Kelce’s house.

He ignored his best friends calls.

. . .

(Y/N) never really liked school, but she loved the after-activity that she got herself in.

Like cheerleading.

She used to think of the sport as something quirky, but in truth, once she was accepted into the school’s cheerleading team, she had never been more into a sport than before.

She walked down the field to the other side of the track where the other girls were waiting for her. Her training skirt flew slightly from the wind, and she was trying to hold them down all while carrying the water bottle and a duffle bag.

She exchanged a few greetings with her other friends, putting down her duffle bag and her water bottle. The sun was scorching hot, and all she felt like was eating ice cream inside of their boat whilst streaming down the lake, but the last time she had ditched cheer practice, it hadn’t ended well.

“Uh-oh,” someone exclaimed behind her. “Big bro is coming.”

(Y/N) looked up to the field, and sure enough Kelce was running towards her in his jersey. (Y/N) sighed, not knowing what she did now that could earn her a lecture from Kelce.

“Hey, I’m bringing a girl home after practice,” he said. “Would you mind getting a ride with someone else?”

She groaned, “Fuck, Kelce, no. You can tell your new scandal to fuck off because I am not getting an Uber to walk back to home.”

“Look, please? You can ask your friends to give you a ride, right? It’s important,” he begged. His eyes were scanning her friends now, obviously trying to find someone who could help his sister, and when he found one, his smile quirked upwards. “Yo, Sarah! Can you drive (Y/N) home after practice?”

Sarah walked towards them, her blonde hair up in a ponytail. She slung her arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders, noting the exasperated expression on her face, and gave Kelce a glare.

“You should let her drive a car if you’re going to bring a girl home after school,” she said. Kelce groaned, knowing the amount of shit he will be getting from the people around him, but he was truly trying to make it right for this new girl.

“Look, I’ll buy y’all anything for a week. Food? Sure. Clothes? Sure.”

Sarah clapped her hands, seemingly excited, and forced (Y/N) to say yes. She wouldn’t mind driving (Y/N) home, because she wanted to catch up with her about some gossip too.

“Fine. But I’m driving my own car tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” was all he said before he jogged down to the soccer team.

That evening was hell to (Y/N). She couldn’t get the formation right, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, her hair was sticking out weirdly, and worst of all, she couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s event.

He was so, so close to her.

“(Y/N), come on! What’s gotten into you? The top part, again!” The coach yelled, slapping her hands against her lap. There were sweat forming on her forehead, and she was obviously hot and bothered from this whole situation.

But sport was sport. The coach wasn’t going to let today’s training to waste, and she intended for the new number to work.

(Y/N) muttered a soft ‘sorry’ before going back to her position, her heart still thumping at the thought. The cheer started, and her mouth was saying the words, but her brain was somewhere else.

The two guys by her side picked her up by her calf, and she felt the wind gushing out from beside her ears. She was high up in the sky now, throwing one arm upwards and balancing herself on one leg, and it was finally time now, to twirl into the two boys’ arms, but she wasn’t ready. Her mouth didn’t utter any words from the cheer, too focused on the step, and before she could jump back into their arms, she felt herself slipping.

“(Y/N)!” The coach yelled, running towards her by the track. Sarah and the other teammates were surrounding her now, watching as she groaned on the ground painfully, holding onto her arms.

“Okay, I take that as the end of today’s training,” the coach said, sighing. “(Y/N), are you okay? Can you walk?”

(Y/N) held her thumbs up, because she had worse injury than this before. Hell, the boxing fight she used to have with Kelce in their childhood was more painful. She sat up from the track, feeling the heat of the ground burning on her bottoms, and stretched her fingers. The pain coursed through her veins at the feeling, but kinda liked it.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sarah said, helping her up. She groaned when she finally stood on her two feet, feeling so painful all she wanted to do was lay back on the track, but she knew she had to go home.

She allowed Sarah helping her limp towards a black Mercedes, her eyes closed the whole time.

Okay, scratch the fight with Kelce. This one was more painful than ever.

“Can I stay at your house?” She blurted when Sarah drove out of the school gate. “I don’t feel like listening to my mom’s lecture about my leg.”

Sarah glanced at her from the rearview mirror, watching as she spread her leg out the whole backseat. The ice bag someone had gotten her was pressed against her calf, and she was sweating from the heat and trying to contain the pain.

“Yes, of course, that would be better,” Sarah said. She had other plans that evening, but helping (Y/N) overstepped all of them.

“So what’s up with you and John B?”

Sarah turned to look at her fully on her face, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you know about John B?”

(Y/N) laughed, “The light’s green.” Just on cue, the car behind them horned at Sarah, and she quickly pushed on the pedal.

“How do you know about John B?” Sarah asked, biting her lips. If (Y/N) could find out, she couldn’t imagine what would Rafe do if he finds out.

“God, don’t be worried. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, okay? Just relax. I think it’s cute.”

Sarah’s worried expression softened, “You think so?”

“Yeah. At least you got to be with whoever you want. Some people can’t have that.”

Like her. Kelce would kill her and dump her body in the ocean for the sharks if he ever finds out how much she likes Rafe.

“You’ll find the one soon. How about that guy in your maths class?” The car turned to the right, nearing the destination.

“No. I’m not looking for anyone.”

There’s only one, but Sarah won’t like the answer.

The time was 8.23p.m. now, and (Y/N) had been in Sarah’s room for a total of 3 hours. After catching up on new gossips, watched a movie, did her English essay, she felt extremely dehydrated.

Sarah was sleeping peacefully beside her, being so tired after the practice and school, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like waking her up. She have been to The Camerons household, but that was only for Sarah’s birthday party a few years back.

She sighed, getting up from the bed to find the kitchen. The house was like a maze, and she wished they had some kind of a map to browse through.

Alas, she found the kitchen, her muscles screaming from all the wrong turns she took before. She knew where the plastic cups and plates were situated, having to help Sarah get them during her birthday party, so she didn’t have any trouble getting some.

She drank the cold water quickly, feeling the liquid sloshing down her throat. The feeling was so, so good that she wished she could go through it again.

“I do not know where your sister is, Kelce,” a voice sighed not far from the kitchen. “I told you you shouldn’t bring that girl home and just drive (Y/N) home yourself.”

The voice, unmistakably Rafe, was getting nearer and nearer. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, trying to find an empty space to hide in, but there were none. She panicked, still looking for a way out that she didn’t notice the tall figure behind her.

“Oh. Found you.”

His hair was dishevelled and wet, his chest heaving and he was shirtless.

What a nice way to bump onto each other.

“Take a picture,” he started, shutting his phone off and placing them in his shorts. “It’ll last longer that way.”

Now we’re talking about the new Rafe.

(Y/N) scoffed, pushing him away and making a disgusted face at his sweat sticking on her arms. “I’m here for Sarah.”

“Why? Did she die or something?”

God. He really is insufferable.

She made to push him away to return to Sarah’s room, only for him to grab her by her waist.

“Move.” Her tone was stern, but her stomach was flipping wildly. She tried to not look so bothered, but failed miserably.

Rafe seemed to notice her behaviour because he didn’t let go of her. “Come on, where’s the fun in that?”

She was on the same level as his neck now, and he could still smell his expensive cologne even after he swam in the swimming pool. She sighed, placing her hands against his chest.

“Move.”

Rafe laughed, putting his hands up in defeat, and went to grab the same glass she was drinking from. He refilled the glass and downed the content, and (Y/N) had to look away from the innocent move.

Maybe he was just saving water by not using a different cup.

“Do you need help to return to Sarah’s room or something?”

“No, I’m fine,” she refused, and made sure he could see her fake annoyed expression before she returned to the hall she came from. But there were 2 halls now, and she completely forgot which one she had been before.

“Really?” Rafe stood beside her, and she looked up to his amused face. “Because you’re in the wrong hall. It’s the other exit of the kitchen, darling.”

. . .

Why couldn’t she not see his face every single day?

It was truly troubling her, to see that boy everyday, because she couldn’t think properly every time.

The lights from the stadium blared widely, and the deafening screaming coming from both teams’ supporters rang throughout the whole field. (Y/N) was sure the whole island could hear them too.

Two things happened earlier than evening. Number one, her skirt wasn’t completely dried after being sent off to the laundry for a week, and her hair wasn’t just cooperating.

So here she was; in a shorter uniform skirt, her hair hung up into a ponytail with lots of hairspray. She wished for nothing but to be all cuddled up with her blanket in her room.

“You’re okay?” Sarah asked. She fixed (Y/N)’s lips gently, getting the lipstick and lipliner even, and gave her a kiss on the cheeks. “Don’t worry about the skirt. It looks normal.”

For a little girl.

(Y/N) sighed and involuntarily pulled down the hem of her skirt. Ten minutes from the game now, and she was nervous she would flash everyone on the school compound.

In the locker room, Rafe was sitting right next to Kelce as his best friend prayed for a win tonight. He was never that religious, and he didn’t feel the need to mutter a prayer to anyone. But tonight, he listened intently to whatever Kelce was saying because he needed to win this cup more than anything in the world.

“You’re okay?” The coach asked, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah. Just nervous.”

“Don’t be, you’re the Star Player. Right?”

The Star Player.

Rafe gave him a smile, and went back to his praying.

When he first entered the field to meet the rival team, his eyes couldn’t help but scanned the bleachers to find his dad. Ward wasn’t there, but Rose and Wheezie were cheering for him.

Of course.

He sighed, and went straight to the middle of the field. It’s funny how everyone was there to support him, Rafe, the Star Player, the jock, the whatever else people were saying about him.

He just wanted Ward to see him.

“Come on, man, it’s fine,” Topper said, patting his back. “He’ll come later.”

Even his friends could see how miserable he was feeling.

The first match of the game went smoothly; he scored a try goal, everyone was cheering loudly, but it was just then that one of the opponents came knocking Rafe by his side.

Rafe fell to the ground with a loud thud, earning so many gasps from the stand.

“What the fuck?!” Topper pushed whoever responsible for his fall, and the sound of a whistle rang throughout the air. “He pushed him for nothing! You saw it, fuck!”

Rafe groaned on the ground, clutching onto his arms, and he tried to spread his fingers, but couldn’t. His other teammates were surrounding him now, trying to get a good look of him, all while Topper and Kelce and another friend of his went off to the referee.

Rafe put his other hand up, trying to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Move!”

The other members scattered away, sighing in relief when Rafe came back to his legs. The referee, still getting yelled at by Topper, shook his head at something he said, and before anyone could process what happened, Topper tackled the opponent who had pushed Rafe down to the ground.

Kelce pulled Topper away after a few long seconds, telling him to stop. But one thing about Topper is that he just won’t stop.

“Stupid fuck!” He yelled, throwing another punch.

“Topper, stop, they’re going to throw you off the field!” Kelce yelled. Finally, he separated them away after the opponent’s friend pulled his injured friend away.

The referee, expectedly, pulled a red card to Topper, earning a groan coming from their coach and the stand. Rafe cursed, knowing that Topper’s one of their strongest member. He watched as Topper tried to argue with the referee, but it was no use.

“It’s okay,” Kelce said, patting his back as he made his way back to the bench. “Relax, bro, okay?” Topper calmed down after the coach said something to him, but Rafe could clearly see the distress written on his face.

“You’re okay?” Kelce asked, pointing to his arms.

Rafe could move his muscles now though he could feel the sharp pain from doing so. But he was too content on winning this game.

(Y/N) watched as the second match unfold, her teeth biting into her lips in fear. She didn’t feel like having the next week full of gloomy students and disappointed teachers, so she wanted the cup as much as everyone else.

Rafe was fast, throwing the ball smoothly back and forth with Kelce and his other friends, but it was apparent that the Star Player wasn’t feeling like himself.

It might be the arm, or the fact that Ward Cameron was too busy with his work to see his son playing.

37 minutes had passed, and the other team was leading. They only had 3 minutes left, and with the team being so drained out and their captain with a broken arm, it was clear who was winning.

The whistle blared through the field again, noting the end of the match. As the other team supporters cheered happily the other side of the stands muttered silently to each other about the game.

(Y/N) watched as Rafe yelled something at his teammates angrily before storming off to the locker room. He winced in pain, holding his arm for support, and ignored every calls from his friends as he made his way to the empty room.

Looking around quickly, she muttered a ‘be right back’ to Sarah, and quickly followed Rafe into the locker room. She wanted to see if he was okay, and if he needed help with his arm.

In truth, she just wanted to be there for him.

“Hey,” she slowly said, and Rafe’s head perked up to see her before he looked down to the ground again.

“What do you want?”

She felt a struck of pain across her heart at his tone, but decided against it. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I was just trying to see if you need anything,” she said, and when his eyes finally looked up to her again, she unconsciously pulled her skirt down again.

“Yeah? I don’t need anything. Go!”

“Wow, you’re a dick,” she scoffed, and before Rafe could mutter anything back, she exited the locker room and straight to the cheer team. She felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment all at once, because God, Rafe Cameron did not just yell at her for trying to be nice.

She should’ve known better than to be ‘nice’ to him. He wasn’t the same 8 year old she met 10 years ago.

. . .

A week had passed from the game, and everything went back to normal.

Except for one person.

Rafe didn’t come to school the next Monday, not that (Y/N) wanted to see him after getting yelled at, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

He didn’t just broke his arm; his father also chose not to attend his game.

It was finally Friday, and (Y/N) was too happy to stay home and continue watching Love Island. Life is better when you are focused on someone else’s relationship other than yours.

She was rolling in her bed, casually smiling at the cheesy joke made by one of the contestant, and before she could hear the reply towards the joke, the doorbell blared throughout the house.

(Y/N) groaned, thinking how Kelce must’ve forgotten his keys again, and waited a few more minutes so that he would just leave her alone and go to that stupid prick, Rafe Cameron’s house.

But the doorbell rang again, and she had no choice but to open the door. She was all alone in the big house, having both her parents still working and her maids having the day off.

But when she opened the door, the boy standing before her was the last person she wanted to see.

“Hi,” Rafe said.

“Kelce’s not here,” she mumbled, and pushed the door close. Rafe’s quickly put his hands to block the door from closing, and (Y/N) pulled away after deciding not to crush his other only working hands.

“What?” She asked, in the same tone that he had given her in the locker room. She felt good when his eyebrows were raised.

“I’m here for you.”

“Why? Did I die or something?” Bingo.

“God, you’re impossible,” Rafe sighed. “Can I talk to you? Just us two?”

(Y/N) sighed, wanting to get this done, and opened the door wider to grant him into her home. (Y/N) closed the door and pressed her back against it, crossing her arms.

“Okay. Talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He said. “I was just so angry with everything. I was pushed and Topper received a red card because of me—”

“You didn’t do anything, Rafe.”

“Yeah, but he was just trying to protect me. And, and I was just so mad at myself because I couldn’t play properly like I usually play. I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it.”

(Y/N) sighed, “It’s okay. I’m over it.”

“Really?” He stepped closer, and this time, (Y/N) allowed him. “Thank you so much!”

He pulled her into a crushing hug, and before she could put her mind into it, he lifted her up and spin her around.

“Okay, okay, now you’re just pushing it,” she groaned, hitting him on his chest. “Put me down, Rafe, I swear to god.”

Rafe put her down, his face shining happily. They were close again, like that time in the lake, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like pushing him away again.

Because maybe, that 8 year old him was somewhere in there.

“Uh—” he looked away, scratching the back of his head. “Do you wanna. . . watch Netflix?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “I was watching Love Island. Wanna watch with me?”

Rafe nodded, anything to get closer with this girl, and followed her upstairs to her room. The first time he entered her room was 9 years ago, and it was only because Topper and Kelce had pranked him into thinking that her room was the gaming room.

“What are you doing?” The girl before him yelled, and before he could explain how he was lied to, she threw a pink hairbrush at him. He groaned from the pain, rubbing his head.

“I’m sorry, I thought this was the gaming room!”

“Out!” She yelled, and he quickly obliged.

Her room was still pink, but it was now filled with so many books, clothes and makeups instead of the dollhouse and toys he saw a few years ago.

“Is this the pink hairbrush you threw at me?” He laughed, holding the pink tool. (Y/N) snatched the hairbrush, embarrassed, and quickly stuffed them into the drawers.

He placed himself beside her on her bed, watching her as she resumed the video. He focused on the show, trying to find at least something interesting from the show, but there was nothing.

2 episodes later, he was too into the show that he pressed on the stop button before they could continue on the next episode.

“I wish they would just communicate,” he said. “Like the whole show’s pointless. They didn’t try to talk to each other about their problems.”

“Yeah, that’s what makes the show interesting, Rafe,” she said as if that was a fact, “And besides, if they communicate, everyone will win the show.”

“Then that’s just good. A win-win situation.”

“You don’t get it,” she groaned, looking into his face. “There’s no use in fighting with you about this.”

She pressed on the resume button again, and instantly, Rafe pressed on the stop button.

“Rafe, I will—”

“You still haven’t apologised for throwing the hairbrush at me.”

She widened her eyes, “That was 9 years ago.”

“And?”

“Fine,” she placed her laptop aside, and turned to fully look him in the face. “Sorry.”

“Not sincere enough.”

She groaned, “Rafe, I am terribly sorry for throwing my pink hairbrush at you. I am so sorry that it hit your face and be the reason why you’re still holding vengeance at someone.”

“I’m not talking about that kind of sorry.”

“Fuck, you’re annoying,” she said. “I’m not going to bow down to you or anything.”

“Just a kiss.”

She looked at him back, her heart stopping at his words. “No.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re Rafe?”

“Rafe? Okay, fine. I’m not Rafe. I’m Rafael.”

“Okay, it’s still a no. You’re Kelce’s best friend.”

“Didn’t you kiss Topper last year?”

“That was a dare—” she sighed. “And it didn’t mean anything.”

“Exactly. This won’t mean anything. This is just a sorry.”

It would mean everything to her to place her lips against his.

“This is sexual harassment.”

“Not if you want it too,” he said, and leaned closer to her. “And you do want it, right? I can see it in your eyes.”

She didn’t know why God would put her and Rafe in this damn position over and over again, because it wasn’t helping her to get over him.

She looked down to his lips, and how it was so inviting, and she wanted more than anything to kiss him, to finally give herself to him, but she was afraid.

“Rafe—”

“Shut up,” he cut her off, and pressed himself against her. Their kiss was slow and passionate, none like neither (Y/N) or Rafe had experienced before. Her hands found themselves wrapping around Rafe’s neck, pulling him closer.

He pulled away, grinning. “I thought you didn’t want this.”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, and pulled him in for another kiss again.

He pushed her down onto the bed gently, still kissing her, and his hands were roaming down her body. She was so, so perfect and every time he saw her, he would have to look away to stop the unwanted thoughts forming in his head.

During the game last Friday, he had to pinch himself from staring at her legs in that goddamn skirt for too long.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered, and she hummed in response before pushing him over so she could take control. She sat on top of him, grinning widely. She was in heaven; seeing him all worked up under her with his chest heaving.

“You would be surprised at the amount of times I imagined myself on top of you like this,” she said, placing her hands flat on top of his chest.

Rafe grinned back, trying to contain his feelings. “Yeah? Wanna show what else you’ve been imagining?”

She leaned closer, making sure to brush her bottom against him and hearing his soft groans. She placed a soft kiss against his cheek, and whispered into his ear.

“Would rather have you show what you’ve been dreaming of me.”

Rafe licked his lips, loving this side of her, and he wanted more than anything to make her his. She looked so innocent sitting there on top of him, smiling and biting her lips.

Before he could touch her in ways he never did to a girl before, a voice rang from outside the room.

“(Y/N)? Have you seen Rafe? I saw his car outside,” the voice said. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. “You’re okay? I’m coming in, okay?”

“No, no, wait!” (Y/N) shouted, scrambling from her position on top of Rafe as he quickly pulled her up, but it was too late.

Kelce saw them in the midst of trying to get away, with his sister’s leg on one side of his best friend and his best friend’s hands still around his sister’s waist.

“What. The. Fuck.”

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theincompetentgenius · 5 years ago

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heyo~ can I get a matchup for mlqc, ikerev and dfel? (if possible ikevamp instead of dfel but I don’t wanna force anything lol) i’m 5’3 with just below shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes. i’m a heavy ambivert, and though I lean towards shy most of the time, I’m a very friendly and open person that will make friends with almost anyone. I’m always smiling and am generally happy a lot, even though my extreme rbf™️ may say otherwise lmao. Some of my biggest hobbies include writing, goofing around with friends, and swimming (I’m on my high school’s swim team) I’m an incredibly generous person, which is good and bad, but know, whatever. I also don’t get angry very easily, and if I do it means you’re seriously annoying me. Lastly, if it helps at all, my hogwarts house is slytherin. sorry if this is too much T_T

Hey! I know this took forever and I’m really sorry about the wait. However, I hope you get to see it now and enjoy the matchup! (Also the length was totally fine, it actually helped me write all of this)

MLQC

I’d pair you with....................... Gavin!

Would you be surprised if I told you that my original choice was Victor? I mean the poor, grumpy CEO needs a bit of warmth in his life and your smile would be the perfect source! You’re not irritatingly happy, but your friendly attitude is a nice change from the anxious (and envious) stares he receives. It would be an amazing duo, but I think Gavin beat Victor for a few reasons.

The officer is originally drawn to your generous nature. As a cop, he’s often exposed to the darker side of humanity. But every time he sees you giving an extra dollar to the homeless man at the side of the road, he’s reminded of why he became a police officer in the first place. However, if anyone takes advantage of your kindness, Gavin will always be there to help you (and possibly throw a punch at the douchebag).

Gavin adores your friendly attitude. Whether he’s having a difficult job or having a rough day, your bright smile pops into his mind and brightens his day. Throughout your relationship, your friendly and smiley attitude has rubbed off on him. It’s one of the reasons why he wants to spend all his time with you. Nothing can match the feeling in his chest when he sees you smile.

Also, hello fellow Slytherin! I’m 100% sure that Gavin would be a Hufflepuff, so he’d help you in your passionate and ambitious endeavors (intentionally and unintentionally)! Have a swimming competition coming up? He’ll help you train by showing you neat tricks. Got a crap ton of fics you want to write within the next few days? Leave it to Gavin to ironically give you the perfect idea.

Our boy is athletic (I mean, he wouldn’t be a police officer if he wasn’t), so the two of you go on swimming dates! At first, Gavin has a hard time looking at your direction without turning red (You pick your cutest swimsuit in your earlier dates), but he’s grown less bashful about it.��The two of you race to the end of the swimming pool, but stakes are high as loser buys the winner any dinner of choice. Regardless of who wins, there’s always a big splash fest in the end as you spray Gavin with pool water. His retaliation? Taking you underwater for a short, sweet kiss.

Ikemen Revolution

I’d pair you with.................... Fenrir Godspeed!

Although it was pretty clear that I was pairing you with Fenrir, Zero would also be another possibility. The two of you would have been the softest couple in the Cradle. It would be so wholesome as Zero holds your hand with the biggest blush on his cheeks. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves (before I swing myself in that direction) because Fenrir is just as awesome.

Fenrir is outgoing, so it’s a nice balance to your shy nature. He’s not intimidated by your rbf and can whip out a conversation within 3 nanoseconds. Although he’ll probably be guiding the conversation, Fenrir will ask you a bunch of open-ended questions to give you a chance to speak. From there, his suspicions will be confirmed that you’re nothing less than a ray of sunshine.

He’ll be helping you navigate your way through the Cradle and making sure that you’re having a good time, so you’ll be seeing him quite often. While the other officers warn you about his unpredictable nature, Fenrir acts fairly normal around you. He doesn’t want to scare you within the first few seconds of your elongated visit.

Be prepared for trouble because Fenrir will always involve you in his antics! It wasn’t intentional at first: you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, so Fenrir asked you for help. Although things went wrong very quickly, you felt a rush of adrenaline as you held Fenrir’s hand and ran across the Black Army HQ (trying to escape an angry Sirius). From then on, you’ve voluntarily become part of Fenrir’s shenanigans.

The rest of the Black Army is surprised the Fenrir hasn’t pissed you off yet. I mean, he’s managed to do it to all the other officials, so hasn’t he pushed your buttons? It’s because he’s seen you get angry once before (not at him) and it both managed to make him proud and scared. From there, he learned that there are very few things that make you mad-- and it’s in his good interests to avoid them for as long as possible.

Another Possibility: Zero

Ikemen Vampire

(alright, bare with me on this one since I’m still pretty new to IkeVamp. Let me know if you think I did a good job with this one!)

I’d pair you with................. Arthur Conan Doyle!

This is going to be an interesting relationship, that’s for sure. Originally, Arthot is going to approach you for the only thing he cares about: a good old meal. You’re tiny, cute, and your blood smells amazing. What’s there to lose?

However, I feel like you’d be able to evade his advances fairly smoothly. At first, you’re going to have some help from Napolean and Comte, but you figure him out fairly quickly on your own. Although he’ll be disappointed that he won’t get his blood, the writer is also impressed that you figured him out so soon.

During Arthot’s attempts to drink your blood, he’ll come across you furiously scribbling on loose pieces of paper. Although he hasn’t forgotten about his original mission, Arthur is more interested in your writing. He stands behind you and begins to scan over your messy writing, pulling out his glasses for a better look.

When you turn around, you nearly jump from your seat and clutch your work to your chest. Before you can say anything, Arthur smiles and praises your work. Then he grabs a seat and begins to discuss his thoughts on your writing (based on what he read). You begin to relax as he carefully examines the rest of your scribbles and gives you solid advice.

You begin to consult him more often about your literary piece. The various discussions allow for the two of you to grow closer. Arthur eventually forgets about his quest for ripe blood and grows invested in seeing your writing flourish. The two of you have coffee-chugging sessions (he’s the only one doing the coffee-chugging) in the middle of the night, mapping out the timeline and subplots of your writing.

He later confides to you that his reason for being in the mansion is due to his writing. You’re initially surprised to learn that Sherlock Holmes is his biggest nightmare, but you listen with open ears to his concerns. After he’s done venting, you tell him with a winning smile that he’s been given another opportunity to live life without any regrets. You promise him that you’ll help him explore the other parts of life that he missed out on while being alive.

Now Arthur can’t imagine his life without you.

Another Possibility: Napoleon Bonaparte

#i didnt know if it was going to be too long but the word count thing is a pain so #submission

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vjonny2x4v · 7 years ago

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i'm telling you to answer all 92 as well bc you called me a loser except not really but sure why not go with that.

daintiests

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? - She has like 0 eyebrows but she still cute as fuck so yeah I’d probably do it *wink* 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? - Nope, haven’t talked to any ex in years. 3. Have you taken someones virginity? - yes 4. Is trust a big issue for you? - I tend to trust the wrong people

 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? - I don’t really like anyone sooo 6. What are you excited for? - To not have to work monday, praise Cthulhu

 7. What happened tonight? - My roommate abducted a small ground hog and put it in his cargo shorts pocket and it just kinda chilled there for awhile

 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? - I mean, as long as your aren’t acting all Jersey shore trashy we good

 9. Is confidence cute? - Confidence is absolutely cute 10. What is the last beverage you had? -Mountain Dew Spiked Raspberry lemonade . Its like crack but better

 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? - All of them because I am a fool 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? - I mean they aren’t meant to be skinny jeans but they are skinny jeans. 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? - it is saturday night. lmao. 14. What are you going to spend money on next? - I just spend 100 on a movie alcohol, a controller charger pack, and toys. 

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? - nah she ghosted my candy ass 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? - I am different as the seconds go by

 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? - Felix the cat 18. The last time you felt broken? - Earlier today listening to sad music infront of a bonfire  19. Have you had sex today? - no 20. Are you starting to realize anything? -  21. Are you in a good mood? - kinda no kinda eh and waiting for the benadryl to hit. 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? - maybe the team members from the San Jose Sharks NHL team but otherwise no  23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? -  24. What do you want right this second? - To stop losing

 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? - I don’t love or like anyone tho :( 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? - The sides are but the top is bleached 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? - Absolutely not 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? - My video game puns. Balancing the scales of war into our favor! (my sniper reticle was a judicial scale)

 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? - More than I would like to 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? - Not everyone 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? - No sammy is good boy 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? - Can we stop asking about shit like this jesus fuck

 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? - Soda is life 34. Listening to? Gunshuts 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? - nope, pen or die bitch 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? - Of in the nether 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? - Nope, thats lust 38. Who did you last call? - who knows man, i don’t call people 39. Who was the last person you danced with? - myself  40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? - she was a cutie

 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? - I ate a mini cupcake from little debbies 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? - Haven’t seen either parent in like 3 weeks 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?  -who hasnt”

44. Do you tan in the nude? - I am pale 

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? - no. 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? - I passed out on they ass 47. Who was the last person to call you? - Some stranger that i didnt answer 

48. Do you sing in the shower? - In the the shower out of the shower popping while the shower heats up 49. Do you dance in the car? Kinda hard to dance while driving

 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? - once or twice 

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? - Senior photos which never even got put in the yearbook :) 

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? - Oh most definitely but its what makes them great 53. Is Christmas stressful? - I am terrible with buying gifts so yes

 54. Ever eat a pierogi? -oh my potato and cheese and onion please 

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? - your mom 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? - An astronaut now I just wanna be an asstronaut 57. Do you believe in ghosts? - Not really 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? - way too damn often, but its probably just our reality merging with another reality and out doppleganger memory forming with ours 59. Take a vitamin daily? - Do energy drinks count?

 60. Wear slippers? - few and far between. 61. Wear a bath robe? - nude 62. What do you wear to bed? - whatever the hell i want 63. First concert? - Bon Jovi 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? - Wal-mart cause the ppl 65. Nike or Adidas? - Nikes 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? - cheetos 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? - Nuts 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? - THAT ONE WHERES ITS ALL NOW WE GOT BAD BLOOD YEAH WE GOT BAD BLOOD 

69. Ever take dance lessons? - I took lessons to do the horizontal monster mash ha

 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? - Professionally loving me 71. Can you curl your tongue? -Barely

 72. Ever won a spelling bee? - yeah 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? - nope 

74. What is your favorite book? Zombie survival guide 75. Do you study better with or without music? - with 76. Regularly burn incense? - No but I thought about it 

77. Ever been in love? - Id like to think so 78. Who would you like to see in concert? - seeing Say Anything would be nice seeing as how I miss them every time they come around 79. What was the last concert you saw? -  80. Hot tea or cold tea? - no tea  81. Tea or coffee? - death place 

82. Favorite type of cookie? - chocolate chip 

83. Can you swim well? - Like a merman 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Like a merman yes 85. Are you patient? - Much like my mother..no 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? - I mean if I had to choose I’d say band 87. Ever won a contest? - Nope, I am a loser

 88. Ever have plastic surgery? - no but I need it 

89. Which are better black or green olives? - neither 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? - Honestly believe that it’s something you should experience before marriage because sex can be important in a relationship and if you aren’t compatible sexually its gonna suck 91. Best room for a fireplace? - Every room 92. Do you want to get married? - Probably not, to much mess if things go wrong.

Asshat.

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