#Rafe pay me back the $20 if you use this

[moghedien]

episode 1 of every wheel of time season has to have a damodred being weird in the bath in some way so here's my prediction

episode 1, season 3 opens: the gang is all still in Falme for some reason Moiraine and Lan finally get off the beach and are in the city and have met with the Two Rivers kids and gotten things semi-settled for the day. Moiraine goes to whatever palace the took over and is getting ready to enter the bath chamber oh no, she finds someone already there, but its not someone she expected to see here in Falme. Elayne Trakand, her niece, is already using the bath chamber. It seems she too has inherited the Damodred urge to take a bath. Moiraine scrambles, trying to figure out what to do as she does not want to talk to any other unexpected blood relations and she also wants to take a bath. She smiles, knowing that if Elayne inherited one trait from her Damodred side, then perhaps she's inherited others. "There are Aiel maidens outside the palace," she tells her niece, "if you hurry you may be able to meet them." She smiles as Elayne scrambles to get dressed and run out of the room. Just as Moiraine suspected, Elayne has also inherited the Damodred sapphic gene

[keikikait]

ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴇ (ʀᴀꜰᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part three. for part two, click here!

pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader, (not au, both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 6.7k. i got carried away. i locked in all day to write this.

summary: a trip to get your new phone results in something new…until rafe finds out

warnings: SMUT WARNING 18+! HEAVY cunnilingus (pretty much all pussy eating), slight nipple play (f receiving), rafe is a munch argue with the wall, slight dom!reader (never written it before so soz if it’s awkward), leg humping, cumming in pants, some angst at the beginning/middle, smut at the end, jealous!rafe, some jj x reader, i haven't finished s4 so if i get shit wrong i'm sorry, not proofread

a note: i am so locked in on this series. that being said, this is most likely the final part. but don't worry, i have another rafe idea in mind!

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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You only get a few hours of sleep before Rafe is stomping around your room, getting dressed to leave you yet again.

The sunlight pours in through your now open window, your curtains flowing softly in the wind. Your bed is so warm and soft that you don’t even want to get up, your duvet smelling faintly of Rafe’s cologne. You sit up, rubbing your eyes. “Rafe?”

He turns to look at you, his blue eyes softening when he looks at your sleepy face. He slips his arms through the holes of his shirt before pulling it over his head, smirking. “Yeah? You okay?”

“Where are you going?” You ask, yawning.

“I gotta go.” He says, straightening his shirt out. “I was supposed to meet with Sofia for breakfast today. Some new breakfast bistro opened up downtown.” Rafe sits down on the edge of your mattress, leaning over and kissing your forehead. “I’ll be back tonight, alright?”

You whine, reaching out and grabbing his wrist. “No.”

Rafe sighs, grabbing your hand and gently pulling away your grip. “Sweetheart, don't do that.” He says, his voice stern. “I told you, I'm supposed to be with her for breakfast.”

“No!” You tug him onto the bed. “You love me, not her. You said so yourself.”

He falls onto the bed, cursing under his breath as he looks at you. He sighs, reaching out and taking your chin in his hand. “Don't do this, pretty girl. I'm supposed to be with her right now. Don't throw another tantrum like that. Not now. I don't want to be late. I'm not going to be late just because you are being a brat.”

You push his hand away, sitting up fully. “You can’t keep doing this to me, Rafe. I don’t want to tolerate your bullshit anymore.”

Rafe sighs again, frustrated. He grabs your chin again, more roughly this time. He moves closer to you, pinning you against the pillows. “You just promised me last night you wouldn't doubt my love for you again. I'm going to spank that bratty little ass of yours if you keep this bullshit up.”

“I’m not doubting you, I just…” You sigh, pushing against his grip. “I want to be your first choice. I want to be your only choice. I don’t want to be the other woman anymore.”

“You don't think I know that?” He snaps, his grip tightening. “I know that, sweetheart. You think I don’t know that? I know you don’t want to share, I know you want me to be only yours, I know all of that. But I don’t have a choice right now, alright? Why can’t you understand that?”

His grip stings your skin. You wince slightly, pushing against him. “Why can’t you just break up with her, Rafe?”

“Because I have to play the long game with her, baby. I don’t expect you to understand, but you gotta trust me. This will pay off in the long run, I swear. So stop being a brat about this, please.” He moves closer, shifting one hand to pinch your hip as a warning. “I don’t want to have to punish you for questioning me.”

You whine, squirming under his grip. “Rafe, please, just listen to me! I swear, you don’t need her, she’s just using you--”

Rafe’s phone starts ringing, vibrating on your bedside table. 

It’s Sofia.

Rafe looks over the nightstand, gritting his teeth when he sees her name. He sighs, grabbing his phone and holding it to his ear. “Hey, babe.” He says, his voice suddenly soft. He turns to look at you, a warning gaze telling you to keep your mouth shut.

The way he says babe makes your heart ache, tears welling in your eyes. You crawl towards the edge of the bed, wrapping your arms around his hips, and press your face into his stomach. You want him to stay with you.

He gently places a hand on your head, his fingers running through your hair as he talks to Sofia. “Yeah, I’m on my way right now, I’m just running late.” He says, his voice sweet as usual. There’s a pause as Sofia responds to him, his voice softening even more as he answers. “Of course I still want to come, babe. You know I do.”  He tugs your head back before moving his free hand to your chin, pinching it between his fingertips as he glances down at you.

Your bottom lip trembles as his thumb brushes over it. You kiss it, trying to nuzzle his hand.

Rafe’s silent as he listens to Sofia respond to him, his gaze growing dark as he glances at your face. He lets you nuzzle his hand, dragging his thumb across your teeth as he responds, his voice growing a bit deeper as he speaks. “Yeah, I’ll be there in half an hour, I promise, okay?” He sighs, holding your chin. “Alright. I love you too, babe. See you soon.”

I love you.

I love you?

Your eyebrows furrow and you immediately pull away, moving towards the head of the bed, trying to soften your cries as he hangs up the phone.

Rafe sighs, shutting his phone off and setting it back on the nightstand. He glances at you, watching as you scoot backwards towards the top of the bed. He frowns. “Hey. Come here.” His voice is so soft that you almost give in.

You shake your head over and over, bringing your knees to your chest. How stupid could you be? Why did you even believe him in the first place?

“Stop it.” He snaps, his voice suddenly serious. He grabs one of your ankles, pulling you down towards him. “I said, come here. Don’t make me say it again.” He pulls you down the rest of the way, pinning you against the headboard with his large, strong frame.

You try not to cry, biting the inside of your lip, squirming underneath him. “Just go. You’re going to be late.”

“Baby-” He sighs, his brow furrowing as he looks at you. “Why are you being such a brat? We talked about this last night, alright? I told you to trust me, so why can’t you trust me?” He gently takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him. “I swear, this attitude of yours really needs to stop. Don’t make me put you over my knee.”

The way he talks to you makes your skin crawl and your stomach churn. You squirm, trying to get him off of you. “Please let go, Rafe. I understand. Please just let go.”

He sighs again, frustrated. He sits back a bit, but he doesn’t move back entirely. He continues to hover above you, towering over your frame. “Sweet girl, please, stop this. I told you last night, I don’t want to have to punish you. I don’t want to fight you, but you have to let me work with her. I swear to you that I’m going to dump her as soon as I can, alright? You have to trust me.”

You sniffle, squirming underneath him. “Promise?”

“I promise.” He says, cupping your face and forcing you to look at him, his face just a few inches from yours. “I swear to you, I’m gonna dump her soon, alright? I’m not just saying that to make you feel better, sweetheart. I love you, alright? I swear.”

“I love you too.” You say. And you mean it. Does he?

He sighs, his brow softening. He leans in and kisses you, his lips gently gliding over yours. He pulls away after a moment, just to stare at you for a moment. He then glances at the clock on the nightstand over his shoulder, sighing again. “Okay, pretty girl, I really do need to get going now. I’m definitely gonna be late if I’m any more late. I’m sorry.” He moves back, releasing your chin.

“Be safe.” You call, standing up from your bed.

Rafe pauses, glancing back at you with a small smile, lingering by the door to your bedroom. “I will. Don’t throw any tantrums while I’m gone, alright?” He sighs, his expression growing soft. “I’ll call you when I’m headed back, baby. Love you.”

He exits your bedroom, and a few seconds later you hear your front door open and close.

You’re alone. Again.

It's only 8:30 AM, but the weight of the world already presses down on your shoulders. You groan, climbing back into your bed and burying your face in the pillow. You sniffle, wiping away the tears on your cheeks and your undereyes. Your mind races, and you know you should get up and get ready for the day. You should also eat something. The tasks loom like dark clouds on the horizon, threatening to overwhelm you. Instead, you close your eyes and go back to sleep, even just for a little bit.

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You forgot you smashed your phone.

After your morning shower and a rather large breakfast, trying to make up for the last two days. You search your living room for a while before finding it curled around the corner of the plaster wall. It’s smashed in half, the screen cracked all the way down to the charger port. Thankfully, you had a bit of forethought last night, ordering the phone to be for next day pickup rather than delivery.

You pick up the two halves of your phone, your finger accidentally running over the screen. Somehow, the phone still turns on, glitching for a moment. You carefully throw it into the trashcan before sweeping up the excess glass. You’ll have to go pick up your new phone today, as much as you don’t want to.

Maybe I’ll just go after lunch…, you think. You really don’t want to go out right now, especially not to the Apple Store in the mall, but then you remember that Rafe said he would call you tonight. You rub your eyes, letting out a loud groan before heading into your bedroom to change.

It takes you around an hour to get ready, picking out your outfit, fixing your hair, doing your makeup, getting yourself looking somewhat presentable and not like you just laid on your couch for two days. You end up picking a simple yet cute outfit, a white sweater tucked into a short dark blue skirt, black tights, and some heeled boots, and a small black leather shoulder bag. You check your reflection in your bedroom mirror, sighing to yourself. You looked good, really good. You could almost hear Rafe’s comments on your outfit; ‘You look great, sweetheart, but that means other men will think so, too.’ But maybe you did want them to think that way.

You hesitate a moment when you grab your keys. You’re still exhausted and really don’t want to go get your phone, but you need to get your phone, even for non Rafe-related reasons.

With a heavy sigh, you grab your keys and head out. 

After a short drive and a long peruse of the parking lot, you finally head inside the mall. You feel inclined to check Sofia’s Instagram, reaching for a phone that isn’t there. Making your way through the mall, you finally reach the Apple Store, which is mostly empty, and you’re quickly able to get in line for customer support. Luckily, it doesn’t take too long for you to get in, and soon enough, you’re talking with one of the employees, giving them the serial number of the phone you ordered. The woman behind the counter is all smiles, seemingly kind and cheery. She taps away at the computer on the counter top, typing in the number. She asks you routine questions before setting up your phone for you, sliding it across the table. 

“Thanks.” You say, standing up. “We’re all good on payment, right?”

The woman, Sherri, smiles and nods. “Everything’s all set, honey!” She says, cheerful. “Anything else we can do for you today?”

“I am all set.” You say, giving her a smile before hurriedly rushing out of the Apple Store. You mess around with your phone settings, looking down as you walk. 

“Ow. Hey—” You bump into someone as you step out of the Apple Store, glancing down at your phone instead of watching where you’re going. A familiar voice makes you stop dead in your tracks, and your head tilts slightly, a small smile on your face. 

“JJ, hey.” You say, putting your phone into your purse for safe keeping. 

JJ is grinning, as usual, his hands stuffed in his pockets and that charming smirk still on his face. “Hey, sugar.” He says, looking you up and down. “You look fancy today, you goin’ somewhere?”

“Just had to get a new phone,” You say, pulling it out to show him. “Smashed mine by accident.”

“Damn, that sucks, baby doll.” He says, leaning in a little closer to look at it. “You gotta be more careful with your stuff. A pretty thing like you needs to take care of herself.”

You blush, and your ears turn pink, too. You shouldn’t be feeling this way, especially with JJ. Even though Rafe had filled your head with tons of negative opinions on JJ, you had never had a problem with him. “Y-yeah, I know.” You’re having a hard time forming sentences, stuck on an endless loop of blushing and admiring the blond in front of you. 

“Mmm, such a cute blush. You’re a lil flustered.” He teases, leaning in closer, his eyes looking you up and down. He reaches out and grabs your hand to gently pull you closer, and you oblige, getting right up against him. “C’mon, baby doll, you got a crush on me now or somethin’?”

“Maybe.” You say softly, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

He chuckles, looking down at you. “Yeah, sweetheart? You got a thing for me?” His tone turns teasing, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.  His moves his hand up to cup your face, rubbing his thumb along your jawline. “What, boyfriend ain’t treatin’ your cute little ass right, or somethin’? That why you got a crush on me?”

“You know I don’t have a boyfriend, JJ.” You say, reaching out and rubbing the hem of his button-up shirt, your thumb swirling on one of the buttons. 

JJ grins at you, the smirk growing wider. “That right, pretty girl?” He asks, letting go of your chin and grabbing your hand, stopping you from swirling your thumb along his shirt. He grabs your hand instead, his touch rough. “If you don’t got a boyfriend, then that means you’re free game, darlin’.”

You intertwine your fingers, tugging him closer. “That I am.”

“Oh yeah?” JJ grins, being pulled closer to you. He grabs your wrist, turning and pulling you against his chest, his free hand resting comfortably on your hip. “That means I could kiss you, and you’d let me?” His voice is low, just above a whisper, as he looks down at you. He grins. “Maybe I’ll try it right now.”

“A kiss before our first date?” You ask, tilting your head a little. “How naughty of you, JJ.”

He chuckles again, shaking his head. “I’m a naughty boy, sugar, everyone knows that.” He says, his eyes looking you up and down once again. “But you look just too damn cute in that girly little outfit of yours, I can’t resist you. You’re too damn pretty.” He smiles again. “But yeah, I guess I should take you on a proper date first, huh?”

You nod, tugging him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Are you free now?”

JJ laughs, his arms wrapping fully around your frame as you tug him closer. He rests his hands on your hips as you wrap your arms around his neck. He squeezes your hips with his fingers. “Free as a bird, baby doll. You wanna go right now?”

You nod, incredibly eager, willing to do anything to get your mind off of Rafe. You look up at him and bite your lip. “How about we try that new breakfast bistro downtown?”

“Whatever you say, sugar.” JJ says, his smirk growing wide as he notices the eager look on your face. “You seem like you’re kinda hungry for somethin’.” His hand moves to the small of your back, gently holding your frame close to his. “Breakfast bistro ain’t a bad place to start.”

“My car or yours?” You ask. 

He grins, grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to look at him. “You don’t mind ridin’ with me, do you, sweetheart?” 

You shake your head. 

He smiles back down at you, leaning in closer. His face is just a few inches away from yours, his eyes staring down into yours before glancing to your lips. “Good.” He whispers. “Cuz I don’t think we can both fit in your teeny, tiny car. Plus…riding on my bike means you can hold onto me.”

You glance at his lips before meeting his eyes. “I’m ready when you are, handsome. But remember,” You lean a little closer. “It’s just one date.”

He chuckles, his grip on your chin tightening just slightly before he leans in to give you a gentle kiss. “You’re cute as hell, you know that?” He asks, pulling away a moment later, grabbing your hand again. “C’mon, sugar, my bike’s parked out back.”

You eagerly follow him, your whole body feeling fuzzy.

The new bistro is called the Early Bird Cafe & Bistro. 

It’s totally not your fault it’s the same restaurant Rafe and Sofia are supposed to be at, just like it’s totally not your fault that you’re here with JJ at the same exact time. You spot Rafe right away, wearing that light blue sweater that drives you absolutely crazy, hugging his biceps and shoulders so well you wish you could sink your teeth into him. 

You slip the hostess $20, hoping she would let you get the empty table directly behind them. Sofia would have her back to you, but Rafe would get a front row seat. Your little bribe works, and she quickly leads you and JJ into the bistro and to the nearest empty table, right behind Rafe and Sofia’s table. You can feel Rafe’s eyes on you as you hurry into your seat, JJ sitting across from you, resting his hand on the table.

It’s perfect. You and Rafe can look each other dead in the eyes, while Sofia and JJ will have no idea. 

At first, you try to focus on JJ, listening to him talk as you look at the menu. You only peek at Rafe every few seconds, your eyes drawn to him, no matter how hard you try. He’s just sitting there, talking to Sofia as usual, but he keeps glancing at you, his eyes watching you intently. You order the cheapest thing on the menu, leaning across the table and holding JJ’s hand while he talks about his bike and how much it cost to fix it.

You prop your hand up on your palm, pushing your lips into a pout, and look up at JJ while he talks. You know Rafe is watching you.

JJ is absolutely loving your attention, oblivious to the fact that you’re doing all of this just to make Rafe watch. He laughs, raising an eyebrow at you when he sees the pout on your lips. “Oh, c’mon, you gonna give me that cute little pout? You tryna make me blush or somethin’, baby doll?” He reaches out and brushes his thumb along your lower lip. You kiss it, pressing your tongue against it.

He groans under his breath at the gesture, the smirk spreading wide on his face. “Oh, shit. You know, I love that mouth of yours.” He says, a hint of warning in his tone, his hand still holding your chin as his thumb continues to rub along your lower lip. You lick the tip of his thumb again, Rafe’s furious expression visible even out of the corner of your eye.

JJ’s lips twitch at the gesture, letting his thumb slide fully past your open lips, pushing into your mouth as he leans closer to you. “God dammit, you know how to tease a man, don’t you?” You kiss his thumb again before pulling back as the waitress rounds the corner, setting your food down.

Rafe is furious, chewing aggressively and holding his silverware so tight it might snap under the pressure. Sofia is rambling about something he doesn’t care about, completely unaware of his eyes remaining solely on you.

You keep your attention on JJ for the rest of your date. All things considered, he's actually a really sweet guy. Even after finishing your food, you continue to sit and chat, and you notice Rafe and Sofia doing the same. He was keeping an eye on you, occasionally glancing your way. The bistro starts to close down, so you and JJ start to head out. You fish through our purse for some more cash, but JJ’s already throwing it down, even including a small but reasonable tip.

“Thanks, JJ.” You say, slinging your purse over your shoulder. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Don’t you worry about it, sweetheart.” He says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “I’m treatin’ you, alright? You don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” 

And you don’t.

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JJ gives you a ride back to the mall so you can pick up your car. After sharing a few more kisses, your back pressed against the hood, he reluctantly pulls away. 

“I had fun, sweetheart, seriously.” He whispers, his thumb rubbing your lips again before resting his hands on your hips as he leans closer. He gives one final kiss, pressing his forehead against yours for a moment. “I’ll call you later, alright?” He mutters, kissing you one final time. 

You nod. “Ride safe, okay?”

He chuckles, kissing your nose before letting you go. “Of course.” He says, putting on his helmet. “I’ll call you later. You be safe, too.” He gives a last wink before getting onto his bike and riding off. You wave him off, watching him leave the parking lot. You ride home on cloud nine, your chest feeling light, almost euphoric. You felt happy and wanted for the first time in a while.

When you go to pull into your parking spot, you see Rafe's dirt bike parked right next to it. “Fuck.” You groan softly, grabbing your purse before getting out of the car, closing the door behind you.

As you walk towards your front door, unlocking it, you hear the soft sound of music inside. You push open the door, your eyes widening when you see Rafe sitting on the edge of the couch, sitting in the dark. The only thing that gives the room any light is the streetlamp outside, the soft glow filtering through your windows. He looks up at you as you come in, a cold, blank expression on his face.

“How did you get in here?” You ask, setting your bag down.

At first, he doesn’t respond to you, sitting completely still. He watches your every movement, his eyes narrowing as you set down your bag. He stands up, slowly approaching you. He grabs your face in an iron grip, squeezing your cheeks just a bit too hard as he tilts your head up so you’re forced to look at him. There’s nothing but barely restrained anger in his eyes. “You have some gall.” He says, his voice low. “Being there with him. Letting him kiss you. Letting him touch you.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” You say. “You do that a lot.”

“Shut up.” He says, his hand still on your face. His eyes are cold and furious. “I had to watch him touch you. Kiss you. Look at you. Hold you.” His grip on your face tightens slightly. “I had to sit there and watch it. It was all I could do not to drag him out into the alley and break his goddamn fingers. I should’ve been on that date with you. That should’ve been me.”

“I’m tired of being your second choice, Rafe.” You snap. “I want a boyfriend. I don’t want to sneak around. I don’t want to be the other woman anymore.”

“Don’t you dare throw that in my face.” His voice is soft yet threatening, his fingers tightening around your face even more. “You know it’s more complicated than that. You’re not my second choice, sweetheart, you’re just-.” He sighs, frustrated. “Damn it, sweetheart, you’re just…” He shakes his head. “You’re mine. You belong to me. End of story.”

“Then fucking prove it.” You say. “You want me? You want me to belong to you? Dump Sofia. Dump her right now.”

He’s furious. He grabs your arms, squeezing them hard. “I don’t know how many times I need to tell you, I can’t yet.” He hisses, pulling you closer to him. “I can’t get rid of her until I’m ready, alright?”

“I’m not going to wait that long.” You say.

Your phone vibrates on the dining table, a phone call from JJ.

Rafe groans under his breath, his eyes darting to your phone just a few feet away. “Don’t.” He says, his grip on your arms tightening. “Don’t you pick that up.”

Your face falls slightly. “I’m not waiting around forever, Rafe. I’m not going to sit here and just hope that one day you’ll want me.”

He groans again, his grip on you bruising. “God damn it, I want you now.” He says, pulling you so close against him that you’re practically pushed flush against his chest. “I promise I’m going to break up with her, I promise, just give me some goddamn time.” His eyes are growing red and bloodshot.

You shake your head, your voice soft when you speak. “I can’t wait that long, Rafe. I won’t. You either have me now, or you don’t have me at all.”

Rafe scoffs, his eyes narrowing. “So what, you’re gonna run off to that dumbass, just because I can’t leave Sofia yet?” His grip tightens again. “Is that it, sweetheart? You’re just gonna toss me aside for some nobody?”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” You say softly. 

He lets out a shaky breath, his arms wrapping around you. He buries his face into your neck, pulling you tight against his chest. “You’re supposed to trust me, pretty girl.” He mutters, his voice trembling. “You’re supposed to trust that I’m gonna pick you, that I’m gonna break up with her.”

“I don’t want some of you. I want all of you.” You say. “I don’t want to wait around until you decide to pick me.”

“You’ve got all of me, baby, I promise you.” He mutters into your neck, his arms squeezing you tighter. “I swear to you, you’ve got all of me, I just-.” God, he sounds so desperate, and his eyes are starting to well with tears. “Sweetheart, I need you to trust me, alright? I swear I’m gonna end it with her.”

You shake your head. “Rafe, I’m sorry. I can’t wait around for you anymore.”

He whines, pulling you back by your shoulders so he can look at you. He cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “God damn it, sweetheart, you’re killing me here. Don’t you understand? I need more time--”

His phone rings this time, lighting up from its spot on your dining table.

A call from Sofia.

You take a deep breath. You can do this. “You can either break up with her right now, or you can leave.”

He stares into your eyes, his face growing desperate. He can’t believe this is really happening. He’s going to lose you, he’s going to lose his mind, he’s going to lose the last good thing that ever happened to him. He doesn’t even know what to say.

The phone stops ringing.

You breathe out softly as it starts ringing again. “Choose, Rafe. Sofia or me. You can’t have both anymore. It’s not fair to me or her.”

He’s desperate, and panicked. He’s losing you. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know what he’s going to do if he loses you. He whines again, the ring of the phone still echoing through your apartment. He doesn’t have time to think about it.

He slams his lips against yours, kissing you heatedly, passionately, desperately.

You pull away. “No, Rafe. Fucking pick something for once in your goddamned life.”

His hands are shaking as he grabs your shoulders. His breathing is shaky as he tries to pull you in for another kiss, but you won’t let him. He looks so desperate, his eyes full of panic as he stares into yours. His phone starts ringing again and finally, he slams his palm down against your dining table, the sound loud and harsh. “I-“ He pants, his voice strained. “I choose you, pretty girl. Alright?” He reaches over and picks up the phone, putting it up to his ear.

You’re honestly a little surprised. You were certain he was going to pick Sofia. You reach out and grab his free hand, rubbing your thumb against his palm. He’s still wearing that blue sweater.

He swallows, standing up straighter and gripping your hand. “Hey, So-.” He’s interrupted, Sofia’s muffled voice ringing through the phone. She sounds annoyed, maybe even a little angry. Rafe’s expression grows even more desperate as he listens to her talking, his fingers squeezing around yours almost painfully. 

Finally, Sofia stops talking. Rafe’s quiet for a long moment, swallowing hard again as he takes a long, deep breath. “Oh. Um, yeah, Sofia, about that-” He pauses again as she speaks through the phone. He swallows again, his eyes beginning to tear up as his voice breaks. “Actually, I think we should break up, I-.” More talking from Sofia, longer this time, sounding even more pissed. Rafe grimaces, biting his lip as his fingers squeeze yours even tighter.

You step forward, reaching out and wrapping your hand around his bicep, squeezing it softly, a silent sign of support.

Rafe’s eyes flick over to you, a little surprised you’re still willing to be this close to him, but he looks relieved, his eyes growing glassy and even more desperate as he stares into yours. He nods, his voice still trembling as he tries to respond to what Sofia is saying. “No, I mean it, Sofia… I’m serious, it’s over… because I- I’m actually- I’m seeing someone else.”

You squeeze his bicep again.

He closes his eyes, swallowing hard, his whole body tense and on edge. He’s never been in a situation like this before. Sofia says something else, her voice louder through the phone. Rafe sighs, running a hand through his hair, shaking his head, trying to keep his composure. “No, Sofia, I- I’m not doing this shit anymore. I’m in love with her, alright? I’ve been seeing her for months now, and I’m in love with her… and I can’t keep doing all this. I’m sorry.”

You hear Sofia screaming at him before she hangs up. Rafe tosses his phone onto the table. A soft squeak leaves your mouth when he suddenly hugs you, burying his face in your neck.

You hug him back, rubbing his back as he starts to cry. “Rafe, honey, it’s okay.”

He hugs you so damn tight. His shoulders are shaking, his breathing shallow and desperate. “Please, god…” He mutters, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Sweetheart, please don’t leave me. God dammit, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I put you through that, please don’t leave me. I need you, sweet girl. I need you.” His voice is soft and trembling into your ear as he whispers.

“I’m not leaving.” You say softly, rubbing his back. “I’ll call JJ tomorrow and let him down easy. I’m not going anywhere. You have me.”

Rafe squeezes you tighter. He’s scared, his breathing still shaky, his grip like iron. “Promise me.” He whispers, his lips brushing against the skin of your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your skin between each word. “Please, please promise me. Promise me you’re staying with me. Promise me you aren’t going anywhere, that you won’t leave me. Please.”

“I promise.” You say, over and over, as many times as he needs. You gently take his face in your hands, wiping away some of his tears.

He lets you wipe away his tears, the shaking in his shoulders lessening. He keeps his face close to yours, his arms still wrapped around you. He nuzzles his nose against yours gently, leaning his forehead against yours as he closes his eyes. “Thank you.” He mutters, his voice still trembling, barely audible. “Thank you, baby. You’re not leaving me. You’re still staying with me. You’re still mine.” His hand lifts to gently cup your cheek.

You kiss him, gently at first. He lets you lead the kiss. It’s gentle, and soft, and tender, he just wants to feel your lips on his, needs to feel them against his. But after a moment, his hands slide down to your waist, pulling you closer, wanting more, needing more. His lips move against yours more hungrily now. You eagerly match the hungry pace.

You shiver as his hands travel down from your waist to your lower back, then to your ass, grabbing and squeezing it. There’s a new desperation in his kiss, in his grip, in his whole being. It’s like you’ve finally gotten through to him, finally broken through the bullshit and made him realize just how much he needs you. He eagerly picks you up, and you let him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you into your bedroom.

The bed squeaks as he throws you down onto it. Rafe kneels at the end of it, grabbing your ankles and tugging you towards him. He’s quick to remove your tights and your skirt. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m gonna make it up to you. I’m gonna be a good boy.”

“You are a good boy.” You say gently as you lift your hips. He slides the tights all the way down, kissing up your legs.

Rafe groans, loving the way you call him ‘good boy.’ You can feel the smile that spreads across his lips as he kisses along your legs. He kisses his way up your thighs, stopping to bite at your skin, leaving behind bruises.  He reaches your hips, yanking down your panties and tossing them away. He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your hip. He looks up, meeting your eyes. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

You bite your lip. "Are you sure you want to do this?”

Rafe nods, moving his hands to grip your hips. “I'm sure. I want this.” His voice is firm, filled with determination. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before trailing his lips higher. He nuzzles against your cunt, inhaling deeply. “Fuck...you smell so good.”

He parts your folds with his fingers, revealing how wet you already are for him. He licks his lips hungrily before diving in, his tongue lapping at your slit eagerly. He moans into your pussy, the vibrations making you gasp and arch off the bed. His hands grip your hips tighter, holding you in place as he eats you out like a starving man. “Mmmm...so fuckin' sweet,” he mumbles between long licks.

A moan escapes your lips, your back arching off the mattress as pleasure courses through your body. “Oh god, Rafe…” You pant, your fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck…”

Rafe growls low in his throat. He doubles his efforts, his tongue delving deeper, swirling around your clit. He sucks on it gently, flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue. His hands slide up to cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the thin fabric of your top. He pinches and tugs at the hard peaks, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core as you squeal, squirming underneath him.

“Look at you. So responsive,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “Gonna make you come so hard, baby.” His nose nudges against your clit as he tongues your entrance. You squeal, your back arching off of the bed. You reach up and tug on one of your nipples, your pussy gushing on his face.

Rafe laps up your juices greedily, his tongue thrusting inside you, fucking your dripping cunt. He moans at the taste of you, more turned on than ever. He reaches down with one hand, unbuckling his belt. His cock throbs in his slacks and he can’t take it anymore, edging closer to your legs. Caught up in the smell, taste, and feel of you, he starts to hump your calf, his thighs squeezing your leg to steady it. He moans into your cunt, pulling away from your little clit for only a second before latching back on.

He continues to suck and nibble on your clit while finger-fucking you roughly, plunging two digits deep into your tight cunt. “You're so fuckin' wet for me, baby,” he grunts, breaking the seal from your pussy to speak. “Love eating this sweet cunt.” 

Your toes curl. “You didn't ask if you could hump me, baby.” Normally Rafe is always the dominant one, using you like a personal fuck toy, but with his face buried between your legs and his cock rubbing up against your calf, you feel like taking charge.

Rafe whines, stopping his hips. “Baby, fuck, please let me hump you! It feels so good, eating you out feels so fucking good.” His breath is hot against your slick folds, his tongue darting out to lap at your juices, savoring the flavor of you. He gazes up at you, sucking your clit directly into his mouth.

Your back arches deliciously, and you nod. “You can hump me, baby. Make yourself feel good.”

With a relieved groan, Rafe resumes humping your leg, his thick cock sliding against your skin through his pants. He rocks his hips faster, the friction driving him wild. His tongue never leaves your clit, continuing to swirl and suckle the sensitive bundle of nerves. “You like watching me hump you, don't you?” he rasps, his voice strained. “Seeing me lose control because of you... Fuck, I love it. I love you.”

“I love you too,” You moan, hips bucking in his face. “Good boy. Keep going.”

Hearing you call him ‘good boy’, Rafe lets out a satisfied grunt. He increases his pace, his hips rocking against your leg even harder. He continues to lick and suck on your clit, driving you crazy with pleasure. He can feel himself getting close, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing. “God, baby, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!” he warns, his voice shaky with anticipation. “Cum with me, please!”

Rafe's warning turns into a guttural moan as he finally loses control. His hips jerk erratically, grinding his clothed erection against your leg as he orgasms. Thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, soaking through his pants and staining your skin. At the same time, he sucks your clit into his mouth, his tongue working overtime to bring you to climax alongside him.

As the waves of pleasure subside, he slowly pulls away, licking his lips clean of your essence. He climbs up onto the bed next to you, his eyes glazed with satisfaction and adoration. “I love you. I love you so much,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You're so fucking hot when you cum for me. Such a good girl.”

“I love you too,” You say, grabbing him and pulling him closer.

He looks down at his slacks, soaked and covered with cum. He hums, reaching up and cupping your face. “Do you wanna clean me up, baby?”

You take a deep breath, a small smile gracing your face. “Yeah.”

Rafe grins, climbing up to lean against the headboard as you start to lick the wet spot on his slacks.

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[nadvs]

both sinners (part two)

pairing drugdealer! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug use

summary as a stripper, you’re well aware that someone you know could walk into the club at any moment. when rafe is your newest customer, you’re actually glad to see a familiar face.

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When Rafe wakes up in his bed, bits and pieces of last night drift into his mind.

He remembers watching you on stage. And touching you while you danced on his lap. And going upstairs with you.

And at the end of it all, asking for your number. But he can’t place if you actually gave it to him.

When he finds your contact info in your phone, he’s relieved. He wants to replay last night. It felt like a dream. He texts you: when are u working next?

You eventually reply: lol you asked me this like ten times last night

Rafe: and whats the answer

You: friday

His lips twist in frustration. He can’t wait that long.

Rafe: are u coming to my party tonight

You: wasn’t planning on it

Rafe: well plan on it

You look down at your phone in amusement. You’d overheard the girls at work talking about this in the dressing room before. Some customers do this - they get infatuated by a stripper, by the fantasy of you being their plaything.

Unless the customer is a creep, going along with it is basically a guarantee of a steady flow of cash from them. The thing is, you don’t really have to play it up. You genuinely had fun with Rafe.

You tease him in your reply, texting: hmm fine i guess.

You’d been at Rafe’s house for parties a few times before, but every time, the vastness and luxury of his home nearly jolts you.

The place is swarming with partygoers, music loud and conversations louder. You’re with your group of close friends, some fellow dancers and some not, as you make your way through the crowded foyer.

When you spot Rafe sitting on a couch, counting and fanning out $20 dollar bills of what you’re sure is his drug money, you let your friends know you’ll find your way back to them.

When you approach him, you put a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looks up, a smile spreading on his face as soon as he realizes it’s you.

“Do I owe you for the bump last night?” you ask him. He stops to think about it.

“Yeah, actually, you do.”

“No problem. I made a lot of cash last night,” you tease. Nearly half a thousand dollars solely from him, to be exact.

He takes your wrist and pulls you down onto his lap. You giggle, placing an arm around his shoulders as he encircles you in his arms, the cash now a bundle in his fist.

He’s so damn possessive. And grabby.

“You’re not paying me back that way,” he murmurs to you. You smirk, looking down at his mouth.

Rafe is already getting hard. The feeling of you on his lap, your ass pressed against his thigh, your short dress, that smile… Fuck.

“Didn’t see that coming,” you say sarcastically.

He cradles your jaw to kiss you. He loves the feeling of claiming you in public like this. There’s something so fucking hot about being the one you’re choosing to be with when so many other men thirst over you.

“What the fuck took you so long to get here?” he rasps.

“Did we make an appointment?” you flirt. He grips your thigh hard, biting his bottom lip.

“Get up,” he says, shuffling beneath you. Excitement tingles through you as he stands and takes your hand to lead you through the groups of rowdy people.

On the way upstairs, a guy stops Rafe asking to buy a gram, but he only pats his shoulder and tells him he’ll find him later. You’re his priority right now.

His bedroom is massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the beach. You can only hear the waves and faint music and your own heartbeat as Rafe shuts the door, making sure to turn the light on.

He’s going to see all of you this time, with no dim club lighting shadowing any part of your body.

He immediately pushes up against you, his groin at your ass.

“Take it off,” he mutters. You’re used to undressing for men, but doing it for Rafe is ecstasy. You can’t wait to feel him inside of you.

You hike up your dress and pull it off to feel his hands on your bare skin immediately. He’s rough as he squeezes your tits and trails a hand down between your legs, pressing his fingers up against you.

“No stupid fucking rules here,” Rafe says.

“Not like you’d follow them.”

He smiles. You’re right. He’s been looking forward to fucking you how he wants you to. The handjob last night was mind-blowing, but he wants you entirely, to absolutely ravage you.

Arousal twists inside you as he rubs the tips of his fingers up and down over your panties.

“Bend over,” he orders. You obey, feeling his hand on the back of your neck, forcing you down. You put your hands on the plush rug.

Your legs are spread and your ass is in the air as he pulls your underwear down to your knees. His hands run over your bare cheeks, then spread you open.

Rafe exhales sharply. You’re fucking perfect. He lowers onto his knees and when you feel his tongue against your cunt, you tremor, almost losing strength in your legs.

“Don’t move,” he says against you. With your hands and feet on the floor, he starts to languidly lap at you. His tongue dips and glides, his breath hot against you with his fingers still digging into your flesh.

You’re dizzy. From the pleasure. From the way your body is bent over. From the ache you feel for him.

One of his hands slides off your ass, and within moments, you feel two of his fingers push into you.

“Shit,” he groans in a whisper. He starts to scissor his fingers, earning moans from you. “You’re so fucking tight. I don’t know if I’ll fit.”

From the way his cock felt in your hands last night, you’re not so sure, either.

“We’ll make you fit,” you say through shallow breaths. Rafe grins to himself. That was the best thing you could’ve said.

You feel him withdraw his fingers. The sound of him unzipping his pants makes you arch your back in anticipation. Big hands push your hips down to guide you onto your knees.

You bite your bottom lip, drunk on the feeling of his fascination with you. He’s going to take you right here on the floor; he couldn’t even wait another few extra seconds to get you on his bed.

Rafe strokes himself, hungrily looking down at your slick core. He pulls out the condom he was keeping in his back pocket specifically for this, opening the package and rolling it on.

You look back once you hear the crinkling of the wrapper.

“They make those in your size?” you purr, stroking his ego. At this point, you’re professionally trained in making men feel good about themselves, but right now, you’re genuinely complimenting him because you want to.

Rafe breathes a chuckle, his hand running up and down your back. He’s never had a girl flatter him like this. He’s not usually rendered speechless, but you have the power to do it to him.

He lines his tip up against you, his groin stiff, avidity consuming him. When he starts to push into you, he feels you tighten around him. He throws his head back with his mouth agape at the feeling of you squeezing him.

“Tell me to stop if I need to,” he says gruffly, slowly sinking in.

“Okay,” you breathe, his hands cupping your hips. The pressure is unreal as he gets deeper, and you feel your body tense.

“Wait,” you say, head hanging. You breathe in and out slowly, feeling his thumbs rubbing over your skin as he waits for you. After a few breaths, you’re ready.

“Okay,” you say. “Keep going.”

He continues to slowly dig into you and once he reaches in to the hilt, his hips against your ass, you wriggle to get used to him.

“Good?” he huffs.

“Yeah,” you say, rocking back. He smirks at the way you’re pushing against him. He pulls back, then drives back into you, pleasure filling him.

His pace quickens and soon he’s slamming into you, the sounds of your wet skin slapping together and your heavy breathing taking over the room.

Rafe feels nothing but pure euphoria as he fucks you, looking down at his cock disappearing into your perfect cunt. Your ass shakes with every thrust, reminding him of how you danced last night, of how he wants to keep coming to the club to watch the way you own the stage and writhe on that damn pole.

He cums in hard, long pulses, his fingers digging into your hips so hard that it hurts. Once he’s done, he watches the way your dripping cunt slowly wanes after being stretched out by him.

You turn to look at Rafe as he stands and pulls off the condom, his load pooled at the end of it. He is absolutely disheveled. His hair is a mess and sweat sheens his forehead.

“Get on the bed,” he says through heavy breaths.

You go to lie down on his plush sheets while he gets rid of the condom, and when he comes back, he lies on his front and immediately dips his head between your legs.

You arch your back and breathe out a sigh of surprise. He actually wants to make you cum, instead of only chasing his pleasure. You’re glad he’s not as selfish as his ego makes him out to be.

You dig your fingers into his soft hair as he runs his tongue up your middle. When he starts to flick it over your clit, he looks up to make eye contact with you.

The way your lips part and your brows furrow in pleasure is so fucking pretty to him.

You’re on fire as he licks and sucks, his hands resting on your inner thighs to keep your legs spread wide.

“You taste so fucking good,” he rasps.

“Yeah?” you moan, feeling like you’re withering beneath him.

“I’m the only guy you’re seeing, right?” he says, hopeful, already angry at the mere idea of you fucking around with other men.

“Right,” you say. He nods and continues to work his mouth on you, his jaw getting sore, until an orgasm rolls through you.

When Rafe watches the way you tremble and hears the way you whimper, he decides he wants to make you cum whenever he gets a chance to simply so he can watch you do this.

As you come down from your peak, Rafe takes out his wallet and drops a few $100 bills on the bed beside you.

“You don’t have to pay me,” you impulsively say. Damn. It might be stupid to turn down any money he’s willing to give you.

“I want to,” Rafe says to your relief. Maybe you’ll get used to his money, he hopes. It’ll keep you around.

He looks down at your naked body with a satisfied grin. He always thought you were hot when he saw you at parties, but had he known fucking you would be like this, he would have made a move a long time ago.

Or he’d have gone into that strip club much sooner.

He waits for you to get dressed before you head downstairs together. He continues to party and sell coke, not letting you leave his sight.

The following Friday night, you sit in the club dressing room, putting the finishing touches on your makeup before your shift.

When you step out onto the stage, you can’t see the audience clearly, but you know Rafe is watching. He told you he would be.

Rafe sits near the back, sipping a drink, watching you in amazement. You’re in a flimsy, sheer pink dress. It’s hiding absolutely nothing. He can’t believe he gets to fuck you.

This is a new, conflicting sensation. He likes that so many men want you and only he gets the satisfaction of being inside you, but so many eyes on you makes him jealous at the same time, like these strangers even imaging fucking you is too much.

Maybe he can’t take this like he thought he could.

He watches you writhe and grind and twist on the pole, his dick hardening. He’s definitely fucking you after you clock out.

When you saunter off the stage towards a booth of older men, something ugly twists in his stomach.

This was inevitable. This is your job. You’re going to dance on other guys. Of course you are. But nothing he tells himself makes it better.

Rafe can’t look away, even though he should.

You smile at the stranger, your hands on his shoulders as you say something to him. He watches the man dip a bill into your bra strap.

Rafe takes another swig from his glass, the alcohol cold in his mouth.

When he sees the man reach to squeeze your chest and you swat him away, rage consumes him. He stands up quickly, still trying to somehow restrain himself, knowing you probably deal with this shit all the time.

But the man tries to grab you again.

And that’s fucking it.

Rafe rushes to the booth and grabs the motherfucker by the collar, his fist meeting his jaw hard.

(part three)

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[baocean]

starting over - rafe cameron [end]

smau! rafecameron x youtuber!reader

summary: you’ve moved back to the obx after 4 years of growing your career in california. your friendships stayed afloat during your time away, you can’t say the same about your relationship. but rafe hears your back in town, and it set on not letting you go this time. 

authors note: guys!!!! thanks so much for reading along! i had so much fun writing this, i’ll definitely be writing another soon!!! 🩵

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liked by: jjmaybank, rafecam, sarahcam, ccccleo, and 600,041 others!

yourusername: i can finally rest bc I just hit 20 MILL ON YOUTUBE?????? ily every one of you thank you will never be enough but thank you

user: YOU DESERVE IT ILY

rafecam: Congratulations 🩵🩵🩵🩵

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jjmaybank: FAMOUS HOMIE ALERT

kelcee: Congrats yn! Well deserved!

kiaracarrera: i love you im so proud omg i’m so happy let’s celebrate

sarahcam: crying in the club i won’t be as proud of my own children as much as im proud of you

↳ yourusername: sarah 😭😭😭

ccccleo: this deserves a feast bring it on home

↳ jbroutledge: PLEASE STOP USING THAT PHRASE BRUH 😭

↳ yourusername: never. love u cleo 💋💋

user: I LOVE U YN

things were amazing. it’d been almost two months of your relationship with rafe. you had just hit 20 million subscribers on youtube.

your friends and rafe were sitting around the kitchen counter. cleo had cooked so much food, even eight of you weren’t going to be able to finish all this.

“toast time.” sarah stood up, clicking her beer bottle with a fork, making everyone laugh.

“yn, i am extremely proud and lucky to be your best friend. i have watched you grow and become an inspiration to so many people. everything you have achieved, you have deserved, and you deserve so much more. i love you.” she spoke, smiling through every word, watching you from across the table.

you, teary eyed and laughing, got up and hugged your best friend.

“okay my turn, i have to outshine my sister.” rafe said, standing up too.

“i love you with all my heart. im so proud that you’ve accomplished all of this, and on your own too. sarah talked about inspiration, whatever, but you inspire us too. you walk into peoples lives and become their light. you change life for the better. i can’t believe im so lucky to get to experience life with you. congratulations, baby.” rafe raised his glass, opening his arms and wrapping you in a tight hug.

now, you were full on crying. you couldn’t believe you had such amazing friends and were able to reconnect with the only boy you’ve ever really loved.

you pulled your head from his chest, watched as he leaned down to kiss you. “thanks rafe,” you turned your head to sarah, “and thanks everyone. i love you guys so much.”

everyone cheered, grabbing their glasses in a chaos of ‘i love you too’ and ‘congratulations’’s and one ‘i think i’m crying’ from jj.

it had been hard work, producing so many youtube videos that ended up with no views, moving to la with only enough to pay rent. and while you were struggling, your friends were always there for you. when your career finally took off, they never treated you different. even during the break up with rafe, sarah supported you completely, despite you shit talking her brother for weeks.

you were so thankful.

three years later.

liked by: sarahcam, rafecam, jbroutledge, and 1.7 million others!

yourusername: happy as can be 🤍 i love you

sarahcam: AHAHJERKFJSNWF

sarahcam: pulling this off took 7 years off my life

kelcee: holy shit WHAT

jjmaybank: LETS GOOOOOOO YASSSS

jbroutledge: OH MY GOD CONGRATS

kiaracarrera: yay congrats! totally not sobbing right now!

↳ yourusername: no same let it out girl

rafecam: I love you!!!!! I love you btw!!!!! I love you!

↳ yourusername: LOVE YOU FIANCÉ

ccccleo: YES

ccccleo: if you told me 3 years ago this would happen i would have fallen over dead

↳ yourusername: LMAOOOOOOO thanks cleo

rafecam: sorry still here I love you can’t wait to marry you

↳ yourusername: cant wait to marry you too

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[devilsskettle]

i’m like almost interested in sarah and rafe’s relationship in outer banks like as they try to navigate reconciliation but i just think it would be so much more effective!!!!! if the olive branch was about getting wheezie back. if they centered the plot line that has to do with their relationship around 1) their respective fucked up relationships with their dead dad, 2) getting wheezie back!!!!! and 3) wanting to have some kind of non-antagonistic relationship because they’re family and how do they even move forward with their shared history (especially on sarah’s side. he did almost murder her twice. lmao) and also i don’t think it should happen that fast. i think it should be very reluctant because they want to do what’s best for the sibling that they DO trust and care about and she’s like 12 (actually probably like 14/15 now? idk) and has a tentatively positive relationship with both of them.

wait now i need to actually figure out how old wheezie would be in season 4. if she’s 13 in season 1 and sarah is 16, and sarah is 20 in s4, then she’d be 17????? okay now i’m thinking of a whole NEW story implication of that. she’s older than sarah was in season 1 when she was doing all kinds of crazy shit, i would way rather see sarah try to be responsible for her kid sister getting into the same kind of trouble she was at that age than have to see another stupid pregnancy plot play out which i think is totally reductive for that character (especially because she says she doesn’t want kids yet at the beginning of the season? like???? male writers shouldn’t have rights). anyway i always have thought that they could’ve done more with wheezie, but even to become a main character or anything major but there are so many times she could’ve been brought into the story as a plot device in ways that would make more sense to sarah as a character! and i feel like they did that in season 1 but then just forgot she existed lmao like they consistently set up interesting characters or settings or plot lines that you’d think they’d use later and just never do. instead of coming up with new problems or antagonists that are contrived and not organic why don’t you use the narrative tools you’ve already done the work to create! set them up and then let them pay off for the audience!! jesus fucking christ anyway i’m soooo frustrated by the boring lazy writing of this show smh especially this season but really it started in season 2 idk what i’m expecting at this point

anyway. i’m really interested in the family dynamics in this story which is so frustrating because obviously the writers are ALSO really interested in the family dynamics because they keep pushing it forward as a theme time and time again but like in the worst way possible!! they only know how to do “toxic dad that their kids desperately want to trust but ultimately can’t and if they do they get fucked over bad” so much so that they have to write a new toxic dad character that becomes plot relevant out of the blue (as if the “dad” that jj already had wasn’t bad enough lmao) because they literally have no other moves. it’s so sad!! there are so many better moves out there!! ugggghhhhh anyway i’m done for now but like they should’ve just let me write this season lol

[unitcd]

Valentine’s Day Application

Name:  Kie from Rafe.

Age: 20.

Do you like to cuddle?:  With you.

Can we make-out?:  Yes.

A night in or dinner out?:  A night in.

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?:  I don't see why both can't happen.

Chocolates and roses?:  For me? Neither. For you? Mmm.. both.

What makes you a good Valentine?:  I'm a decent cook, or so I'm learning. I confess I don't know heads or tails about romance but I will make it worth it.

Would you cook for me?:  Yes

Would you let me cook for you?:  Sure

Where would you take me on a date?: Somewhere quiet, just us. Probably a movie at home.

Who’s paying?:  Mm, you strike me as the kind of girl who would go dutch, but it's Valentine's day, I'm paying.

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: 

She's presented with a gift and she opens the box, staring at it for a moment. "I can't accept this." She tells him. "It's beautiful, but you and I aren't even - - - PUBLIC, Rafe. There are going to be questions, questions that I don't want to answer to." She closes the box and hands it back to him. "Are you ready for that kind of storm? I'm not sure if I am - - - It's really sweet of you, and I really do appreciate it but I think I'm going to have to say no." She frowns. "Unless, you want to tell the guys and fight them all off." @laevenderhaze

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"Slowly Sinking, Wasting" Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

Summary: JJ's younger sister starts feeling left out when Sarah Cameron joins the Pogues, so she decides to start spending time with the kooks and coping in all the unhealthy ways she learned from her father.

A/N: This is set in season 1 and is before he goes psycho.

"What are you doing here?" He asked with a smirk, not moving from his spot on the couch.

"Looking for the real party, can you help?" I crossed my arms over my chest, which also helped conceal my shaking hands. I was trying not to think about how low and desperate I was, seeking help from Rafe Cameron.

"Damn, I thought you were too good for us, or is it cool now that Sarah has replaced you so you thought you'd go dark side?" I tried to keep my face neutral, not showing how truthful his words were.

"Do you actually care? I'm here to buy some coke, if you're not selling, I'll go somewhere else."

"$100 a bag." He leaned back with a smirk, knowing full well I couldn't pay that. "First one's free with a little quality time."

"No way in hell," I scoffed.

"I'm not a perv, just hang here with me for a little while, answer some questions, and I'll give you the bag for free, I'll even show you how to hit a line, unless you already learned that from your dad." I pushed away the thought, I wasn't like him, I was just going to take a little something so I didn't feel so crappy. Just this once.

"Fine," I conceded, plopping down on the couch next to him.

"First, why are you doing this?" He asked as he cut the lines with a credit card that probably had a limit high enough to purchase our house.

"Since when are you interested in my life, thought you didn't associate with Pogues."

"Only the boring ones. Plus, that was the deal sweetheart, coke for questions." He held out a rolled up $20, but pulled it back slightly when I reached for it. His eyebrow quirked, waiting for my answer.

"Because I'm lonely." I answered, taking the bill from him and quickly snorting the entire line.

My nose immediately burned and my hand flew up to cover it, feeling sure it would start bleeding at any moment.

"Here, it helps" Rafe offered me his glass of whiskey that I was fairly sure would only help by making me drunk, but at the moment that sounded great, so I accepted.

"Does your dad hit you?" He asked after I finished off the glass.

I poured more into the glass and drank some before I answered. "Yeah."

"Guess we have some things in common." I turned toward him in shock. "My dad's just as much of a dick, he just hides it better with money."

This time, I didn't bother to pour more into the glass, I just drank some from the bottle and passed it to him without a response.

"I'm sorry your friends treat you like shit." He passed the bottle back to me.

"I'm sorry your dad's a dick." I replied, taking another sip.

We sat in silence for a while, just passing the bottle back and forth. I wasn't really sure when I passed out, but when I woke up I was laying in a bed, under the covers. My head felt like it was going to explode before I even opened my eyes. I groaned, really regretting my idea to get drunk and high.

"Don't ask what's in it, just drink." I opened my eyes to see Rafe Cameron wearing only boxers and holding a very suspiciously colored liquid. I immediately looked down to see if I was still wearing clothes. "I told you I'm not a perv. I slept over there." He pointed to a window seat with lots of fluffy pillows and a blanket.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I asked, taking the cup from his hand.

"Because you're sad and lonely. It's not really fun to pick on people that are already sad and lonely." He smirked and I glared at him. "Drink." He tilted the cup towards my mouth and despite the lingering worry that he might be poisoning me, I drank.

"That's awful," I coughed after only a small sip.

"Well, thats why you shouldn't do drugs or drink underage."

"You supplied me with both."

"Only because you asked. Now you should finish that and then I'll drive you home." He turned and walked toward his closet.

I sipped some more of the awful drink and tried not to stare at him. Rafe Cameron, evil rich kook. Who also happened to be really attractive, athletic, and apparently even kind of nice.

"You know, you're pretty hot yourself." He said, turning around quickly and catching me staring. I ignored him and continued finishing the drink.

"Come on, I'll drive you home." He unceremoniously pulled the blankets off me and didn't even wait for me to answer before going to the door.

"You just want to rub this in JJ's face." I accused, despite following him out to his car.

He turned around so suddenly I didn't have time to stop so I just bumped into his chest.

"There are certain benefits, yes." He smirked and looked me up and down.

"You're dropping me at my house, not the Chateau." I demanded as I climbed into the passenger seat of his car.

"Fine."

"Fine," I shot back childishly causing him to laugh. It took me a few minutes to realize we were in fact going to the Chateau and not my house. "What the hell, Rafe?"

"Relax, I'll park down the street, but I'm not dropping you off to be alone with your dad."

"You're a lot less confusing when you're just being an asshole."

"Maybe you'll have to come back again." His tone was light, but he sounded like he meant it. "You actually aren't all that awful." HE parked and I sat frozen for a few moments.

"Thanks, Rafe." I said before opening the door and getting out. "You're not terrible, either." I added before closing the door and walking toward the Chateau. I couldn't help but peek over my shoulder one last time and to my surprise he was still parked in the same spot watching me walk off. I turned back around and smiled a little to myself.

A/N: This could become a full enemies to lovers if people want it. Edit: you did, so here is the link to part 2 and part 3

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Addicted (Rafe x Reader One Shot)

Summary: You are Barry's older sister (23). You're a pogue but you've worked yourself up to a good paying job - nowhere near Kook rich but you live comfortably. One day you check up on your drug-dealer brother and that's when your life suddenly becomes entangled with the one and only Rafe Cameron (20).

Warnings: NSFW smut 18+, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), mention of drugs and alcohol

Words: 6.6k

Hi all! I started writing this a little while ago and managed to finish it today. I like writing for fun, mainly for myself, but I like sharing my work every now and again. Hope you enjoy and as always, constructive criticism is welcome. <3

Walking towards the run-down mobile home my brother calls a home, the lawn littered with all sorts of shit - I feel a mix of annoyance and concern. My brother, - half-brother - has been mixed into drugs since he was a teenager. Now he's 20 and despite trying my best to get him out of this lifestyle, he doesn't seem to notice or care how much it's destroying him. How much like his drug addict father he has become, the one thing he once said he didn't want to be. Our mum refuses to see him in this state, so I feel a sense of responsibility to at least check up on him every so often. I'm always worried about how I'm going to find him, my mind sometimes wandering to the worst possible scenario. 

I shake that thought away and let out a sigh, just as a complete asshole speeds off on his bike merely inches beside me; causing me to step aside to avoid him hitting me and as by doing so, I fall to the ground with a thud. I feel anger start to boil up inside me but before I can shout obscenities at him, he's already gone. "Hey sis, you comfortable down there?" I snap my head back around to face a grinning Barry. I stare at him with an irritated look, letting him know that I don't appreciate his shitty attempt at a joke right now. I get myself up, brushing off the grass that's stuck on my jeans from the fall.

"That asshole almost hit me! And he didn't even stop to see if I was okay!" I exclaim. 

"Oh shit. That's that little fucker, Rafe Cameron. He came in demanding shit with no payment. I told him to go screw himself. I guess he didn't take it too well." Barry says, chuckling to himself. Rafe - Of course it's Rafe. If it weren't for the fact he zoomed past me like that, I would've recognized him instantly. I babysat for the Cameron's a few times to get some extra cash, mainly looking after the little one, Wheezie. Sarah and I used to sit and talk, I'd let her braid my hair and we'd watch movies together even though we're seven years apart. She's pretty mature for her age.

"Since when is Rafe into drugs?" I ask curiously, walking up to Barry who has found a seat on a log. He shrugs his shoulders in response, his lip curling down as if to say "I don't know" but he still comes up with an answer, "When are Kooks not into drugs? They're probably raised on that shit!" 

I dismiss his response, not wanting to talk about Rafe any longer. I ask him how he's been and he gives me the same bullshit answer as he always does. But he's alive and breathing and not completely drugged out of his mind in this moment so that's good enough for me. He asks about mum, I know it hurts him that she doesn't want to see him. I think it hurts him even more than when his dad left, and all I can do is try and comfort him. Barry can be a real dick at times, but I know that he's good person deep inside. That's why I can't give up on him. 

He tells me he's going to a kegger at the beach tonight and I should tag along if I want to. I used to go out a lot before I got my job at Maritime Corporations but I didn't want to be involved in any kind of trouble so I stopped. Us Pogues already have a bad reputation as it is, I didn't want anything affecting my new job. I think about it a for a minute and decide that it's about time I let myself have some fun, so I agree to meet him there later on.

-

I decide upon a matching two piece outfit and as the sun goes down, I make my way to the party. As always, there's a mixture of Pogues, Kooks and Tourons - I can feel the uplifting buzz in the air. I walk onto the sandy beach, scanning around for Barry or any other familiar face. Someone suddenly bumps into me, and as I turn to see who it is I am met with a pair of striking blue eyes. "Jesus Rafe! You really don't look where you're going, do you?" I say, letting my annoyance show through.

"Y/N! Good to see you! It's been a while!" He says, an arrogant smile plastered on his face. His arms are wide open, each hand holding a beer. After seeing what drugs and alcohol have done to my step-dad and Barry, I've become hesitant to do any of those things anymore. I scoff at the state he's already in, considering the party's only just begun.

"Has it been a while, really? Because from what I remember you almost ran me over earlier today!" I reply, shooting daggers at him. His expression changes from confused to sudden realization. "Wait, that was you?!" he raises his voice whilst pointing at me. It doesn't seem like he actually understands the severity of it, because he's still got that stupid grin on his face.

"Yep." I say, letting the 'P' pop. "That was me. Unfortunately." I reply, smiling at him sarcastically as I cross my arms. He loops one of his arms around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize that was you!" He says, failing to sound genuinely apologetic. I sigh and attempt to get his arm off of me but he only tightens his grip. He places one of the beers into my hand and turns his head to me, "Here, take this - as an apology for earlier."

I can smell the alcohol on his breath, his pupils are almost all black; most likely from the combination of drugs he's done. It makes me uncomfortable, almost repulses me. I tell him I don't want his beer but he insists so I hold onto it just so he can get his arm off of me. I finally spot Barry in the near distance and he sees me too. I shrug Rafe's arm off my shoulder without saying a word and walk towards Barry. 

We start talking to each other for a while before Barry's gaze hardens and focuses on something behind me. I turn around just as Rafe stops in front of us with his little gang, Topper and Kelce. "Have anything good tonight?" Rafe asks Barry. Barry chuckles in response, "Yeah, I do. But there ain't no way in hell I'm sellin' you any after the shit you pulled on me today."

That certainly pisses Rafe off, I can see the desperation in his eyes. It makes me sad seeing how hooked on this shit he is, part of me feels the urge to help him but it's not my place to get involved. Rafe storms past me, and shoves Barry, threatening him to give him something. Barry of course, finds this amusing and pushes him back. They start to argue loudly and I realize that if I don't end this now, things are going to end very badly. 

"Guys! Can we not do this tonight? Can't you act like adults just for once in your lives?" I say, standing between them. They stare at each other but slowly back away. I put my arm around Barry to guide him away and he follows along. Until he doesn't. Out of nowhere, he decides to turn back around and punch Rafe square in the face. Rafe's about to fight back but is held back by his friends. I run to Barry, grabbing his arm and dragging him away. I start to lecture him about what he'd just done but to no avail. It goes in one ear and comes out of the other. Thankfully, Rafe doesn't follow.

Barry and his druggie friends decide to ditch this party, inviting me to go with them. I look behind me, seeing Rafe in the distance with his hand on his face. It's covered in red liquid. Blood. I tell them to go without me, that I want to stay at the party longer. Once they've left, I make my way over to the Kooks. I don't know what's come over me or what I'm going to do exactly, but I feel like I need to fix what my brother's done in some way.

"You should probably get that checked out." I say, as I approach Rafe. His face is tilted upwards in an attempt to stop the bleeding and he doesn't look too happy.

"You think? Where's your brother? I just wanna talk!" He says frowning whilst looking behind me frantically. This macho-man act is actually pretty amusing. Men are such weird creatures.

"He's already left. And even if he was here, you'd think I'd let you go 'talk' to him?" I say, chuckling and tucking away some strands of hair that have fallen onto my face behind my ear. He doesn't reply, so I continue. "No but seriously, you really need to do something about your nose. Like, now." I say, noticing how the bleeding is still pretty bad.

"I'm fine" is all he says, but I can tell he's in a lot of pain. So I walk closer to him and lightly tap my finger on his nose. He shrieks in pain, moving backwards. "Fuck Y/N! Why'd you do that?!" He shouts, shielding his nose. 

I can't help but chuckle, "You said you were fine, I just wanted to see if you were telling the truth. Obviously, you're not. So shut up and come with me." Grabbing his forearm, I guide him through a path away from the beach towards my friend, Isabella's place. It's only a five minute walk and she so happens to be a nurse so she'll be able to help.

"Where are we going? You're not going to touch me up are you? Not that I'm complaining, but it's kinda hard to do anything when your face is gushing with blood. We can surely arrange that for some other time though." Rafe says flirtatiously , it seems like he doesn't lose his "charm" even when he's injured.

I can't help but laugh out loud at his comment. "As if I'd have sex with you. In your dreams, Cameron." I reply. We arrive at Isabella's place and I notice the lights are all turned off. I think for a moment before remembering where she leaves her key. I know she wouldn't mind me going into her place, we're pretty close. 

"Uh, so... Are you going to murder me and dump my body over the pier? Because I can't think of another explanation as to why we're at some random house right now." He says, looking at me a little more innocently this time. I smile, amused by his reaction. I shake my head and grab the key from a nearby plant pot. Opening the door I guide him into the kitchen, where I manage to find the first aid kit. I can feel Rafe staring at me and I try to ignore the weird sensation in the pit of my stomach.

"I'm just going to clean this up." I say, gesturing to the mess that is his face right now. "Luckily for you, my nurse friend taught me a few things." He has a cut on his nose and upper lip, I clean it with some antiseptic and cotton wool and add some pressure until the bleeding stops. There's already a bruise showing through and I'm worried his nose might be broken. I gently feel his nose and he winces, grabbing my wrist to stop me from continuing. 

"It doesn't feel like anything's broken, just some cuts. But you need to keep an eye on it anyway, just in case." I let him know. Suddenly, I become aware of our close proximity and the fact he still has his hand wrapped around my wrist. He looks at me and says, "Why are you helping me?"

It catches me a little of guard, but I guess it's a valid question. "Because you're hurt. I couldn't leave you to bleed out after what my brother did." I reply honestly. He finally lets go of my wrist and I take a step back.

"You could have left me. I'm just a rich Kook to you, you must think I deserve it." He presses, his expression is hard to read but I can tell he wants a better answer. I look to the floor then back up again "You do deserve it, but it doesn't excuse what Barry did. He shouldn't of hit you. It just didn't feel right leaving you like that." He nods at my response, not seeming completely satisfied with my answer but he doesn't push further.

There's an awkward pause before he speaks again. "So...you have something I can take?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. I know immediately what that "something" is that he's referring to. I frown, feeling annoyed but mostly disappointed in him.

"No. Do you really think I carry drugs on me?" I ask. There's another pause before he replies, "Well, do you?" I let out a groan of irritation. I can't believe this dude. 

"I don't do or carry drugs on me. I'm not like my brother. In fact, I despise that shit." I say in response, running my fingers through my hair. That seems to surprise him, "I just thought cause your brother is into it, then you would be too." He says, blatantly. I scoff, rolling my eyes at his ridiculous statement. 

A pang of sadness hits me, and I lean my back onto the dining table. I find myself speaking before I can stop myself. "You know, for the longest time I've been trying to get him out of this situation but nothing's changed. Every time I come see him, I'm worried about whether I'll find him lying dead on the floor. It scares me so much. And I also feel guilty, because I feel ashamed about people knowing we're related. I don't want them to get the wrong idea about me too. I know I shouldn't feel that way but I do." I can feel my eyes fill with tears but I blink it all away. Rafe is looking at me, but with a different expression this time. Pity?

He slowly walks over to me, stretching his arm out to gently place his palm on my cheek. This action takes me by surprise but instead of flinching away, I lean into it. "Y/N, it's not your fault. None of this is. You're a great sister, I can see that. But unless he wants to change, he won't. You need to stop constantly thinking of him and put yourself first for once. And no one thinks of you that way, I shouldn't have said that. It was a shitty thing to say." He replies with a completely new tone to what I'm used to from Rafe Cameron. It's sincere, apologetic...heartfelt. Next thing I know, I'm looking at his lips. I don't know why, but something about his plump, pink lips makes me lose all focus. I snap out of it, moving away from his touch and place the first aid kit back in the cabinet.

"Well, you're as good as new! Almost." I say, trying to forget what happened a second ago and lighten the tension between us. I lock the door behind us and we make our way through the dimly lit path towards the beach again. Just before we've reached the party, he turns to face me whilst walking backwards. He's got his usual grin plastered on his face once again. "I'll see you around Y/L/N." He says, winking at me. I can't resist the urge to roll my eyes, "Hopefully not, Cameron."

-

My luck doesn't last long because I see him again two weeks later at work. It catches me completely off guard, it's the last place I'd expect to see him at.  As I walk past my boss's  office, which is enclosed by see-through glass, Rafe is standing next to his father who is conversing with my boss. They're both laughing at whatever their talking about, whilst Rafe is trying his best to look like he's listening. I can tell he's completely disinterested by the way he's looking around, trying to find anything mildly amusing to look at. I giggle at myself at the sight of him just as he  notices me and I quickly look away as if I wasn't just staring at him. I glance back at him again. He's still staring at me but now there's a grin on his face.

I continue walking to the printer room to collect my documents. As I wait for them to print, I shift my weight from leg to leg. I bite my lip, a sign that I'm feeling nervous. It's like I've unconsciously taken a mental picture of Rafe's face when he looked at me and I can't get it out of my head. I try to suppress the smile creeping up on my face by biting down on my lip harder. My colleague, Sam, interrupts my internal struggle as he walks into the room. We chat about work, trying to make the time go by faster. Once we've decided we've been gone for too long, we make our way back into the main office. 

My boss, Rafe and his dad have all relocated to the main hallway outside his office. He signals to Sam and I and we walk up to the three of them. I try my best to suppress the odd feeling at the pit of my stomach, and I look at everywhere but Rafe. We introduce ourselves to Mr Cameron and our boss lets us know we'll be joining him to an event that Mr Cameron will be hosting. It's going to be about the new joint venture of Maritime and Cameron Corporations. We will be needed to introduce the new scheme and answer any questions from possible investors. I nod in agreement, putting on my best 'professional' face on as I normally do in these types of situations. 

As Sam, who is my senior/mentor, explains the finer details of this project along with our boss, I hang behind pretending to listen. In reality, I'm staring at the coffee machine which stopped working two weeks ago and no one has bothered to get it fixed yet. I look around again, trying to find anything else I can occupy my mind with. To my 'luck', my focus lands on no other but Rafe; who once again, is already staring back at me. We discreetly smile at each other knowingly, both thinking about the fact that I caught him slacking earlier and he caught me slacking this time.

He takes a step closer to me and then looks to his side. When he is satisfied that the others are too engrossed in their conversation to hear him, he finally talks "So this is where you work." 

"Yep, although I didn't expect to see Rafe Cameron working around here. Or at all," I add sarcastically.

"It wasn't my choice," he lifts his eyebrows and tilts his head towards his father. "And I do work...Just on other things," he adds looking down at his biceps which his shirt does a great job of outlining.

I mentally shake my head and try to think of a way to change the subject to stop any dirty thoughts from entering my brain. "Your bruise is gone." I lift my finger slightly to point to where his injury used to be. The one I personally treated not too long ago. It briefly brings me back to the moment his hand was on my cheek that night, and the fact I didn't want him to take it away. I really need to stop thinking about him touching me, or any parts of his body. I need to stop thinking about him, period.

"I had a great nurse," he winks. He leans closer to me, whispering this time, "Oh, and by the way, you look hot in that outfit." I immediately feel warmth in my cheeks and  I mentally tell myself off. I shouldn't be reacting this way to Rafe Cameron. I instinctively roll my eyes at his crude comment.

"You know that counts as harassment in the workplace, right?" I reply, feeling smug about my response.

"Does it count if the recipient likes it though?" His rhetorical question catches me off guard, but I try my best to hide the affect it has on me. Can't say if I actually did a good job at it though.

"Don't flatter yourself, Cameron." I shake my head and cross my arms.

"So I'll see you Friday then?" I frown in confusion, not recalling making any plans with him. Of course, he is referring to the business event his dad is hosting.

"I'm guessing your dad's forcing you to go to that as well, in which case, yes - I will see you Friday." 

"Honestly, I was going to find an excuse not to go but it turns out there might just be a reason to go." He has his hands in his pockets and looks me up and down. He means me. But I don't take him seriously. He mindlessly flirts with practically everyone, so it doesn't mean anything.

I hear Sam call my name and he reminds me of our meeting which starts in a minute. I start walking towards him but not before I turn back to Rafe and smile, "Sure."

-

The event comes around pretty quickly since I've been so focused on preparing myself for it. It's the first official event where I'll be representing the company and I want to make sure I get everything right. I decided to go with a lilac figure-hugging dress and nude heels. It's definitely a lot dressier than what I'm used to wearing but it feels good for a change.

Sam agreed to pick me up and we meet our boss at the venue. It's a beautiful place adjacent to the sea. There's a large gazebo decorated in white with gold accents and fairylights. I follow my boss as we make our way towards Mr Cameron who welcomes us and explains how the event will run tonight. I make small talk with Rose, Mr Cameron's wife, expressing how delighted I am to be there. I spot Rafe walking over to us and I can't help but think how good he looks in his light blue suit which brings out the colour of his eyes.

He greets us one by one, finally walking over to me. He extends his hand for a handshake and I extend mine. His skin is incredibly soft and it makes me wonder what it would feel like against my body. He holds onto my hand just a second longer than necessary. Not long enough for anyone but me to notice, and it definitely makes me feel a certain type of way. I let go and look away, trying to hide the warmth creeping up on my cheeks; just in time for Mr Cameron to lead us to the stage where we'll be introducing our new company venture.

~

It's already half-way through the night and I'm completely exhausted. I have lost count of how many people I've spoken to and my cheeks hurt from forcing myself to smile so much. Thankfully, the hard part is over and my boss has given us the okay to enjoy the rest of the evening. I decide to explore the rest of the venue to give myself a break from all the people and noise. As an introvert, it's exhausting being in social situations for too long.

As I slowly walk through the corridors of the venue, I stumble across a door labeled 'Kitchen'. It's slighly ajar and I can hear faint voices coming from it. As I walk a little closer, I see Mr Cameron with his back to me and I realise he sounds kind of pissed but is trying to keep his voice down. 

"You're a fucking disappointment. All I needed you to do is one simple thing and you couldn't even do that!"

It doesn't take long for me to find out who he's talking to because Rafe steps into view shortly after. He's looking down at the floor with his hands in his pockets. I've never seen him look so small before and he almost looks like he's about to cry.

"Look, dad. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." He finally looks up at his dad, with an apologetic look on his face as he paces back and forth.

"Sorry? That's all you've got for me? Sorry just doesn't cut it son! I'm embarrassed to even call you that! You're a sorry excuse of a son!" Mr Cameron's voice becomes louder and before I can register what's happening, his palm collides with Rafe's cheek.  Rafe looks so completely broken that it makes me want to walk in there and take him away from the situation. But I don't. Instead, I walk away because if I was caught eavesdropping I would definitely be in trouble with my boss.

I join Sam back outside but my head won't stop replaying what I just witnessed. I try my best to sound normal as I talk with Sam, but judging from the expression on his face, he can tell something is up. I see a light blue suit dash across the crowd towards the beach. I make up an excuse about needing the bathroom and make my way towards the sandy shore. The only light illuminating the beach is the distant lights of the venue, so it takes a moment for my vision to adjust and spot Rafe. He's sitting on the sand with his knees propped up as his arms rest on them.

I join him and he glances at me before looking back at the moonlit ocean. "What are you doing here?" He asks.

"I wanted to see if you were okay." I reply honestly, fiddling the handle of my purse and taking a seat next to him.

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" He turns his head, with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. I contemplate about whether I should bring up what I saw and before I can decide against it, my mouth blurts it out. 

"I saw what happened. With your dad." I say, biting my lip. He doesn't speak straight away and the silence is making me nervous.

"Oh that? That was nothing. We were just talking about work." He chuckles uncomfortably. 

"It didn't look like nothing to me." I reply. I wait for him to say something but he doesn't, so I continue. "You can talk to me if you want. I know it won't fix anything but it might make you feel better to let it out."

"S' just like my dad said. I'm a big ol' disappointment. Can't get anythin' right." I notice the slurring in his voice and I can tell he's wasted. He brings the beer he's been holding to his lips, downing as much of its contents as possible. Normally, I would probably suggest he slow down but this doesn't feel like the right time to do that.

"You're not a disappointment." I respond and mean what I say.

"Yeah? And how do you know that? All I do is get high and wasted, right? What else am I good for?" He harshly wipes his eyes with the palm of his hand and I can see the tears welling up in his eyes.

"It's okay to cry, you know. It's not a sign of weakness."

"I am..not..crying." He clears his throat, trying to sound more convincing. 

"Fine. But if you are, that's okay too. Men are taught to suppress their emotions and that showing them makes you weak. But it doesn't. It just makes you human." His head suddenly falls between his knees and he's crying. No. He's sobbing; Uncontrollably. There must be a lot he's been holding onto.

There's a heavy feeling at the pit of my stomach and I truly empathise with him. I've seen how his dad has treated him before, when I would babysit Wheezie. Although I dislike Rafe, I still think his dad was being a complete asshole at the time. I guess he hasn't changed much.

I wrap my arms around him, not saying anything else. Just letting him release everything he's been holding in. A while later, the sobbing quitens until it eventually stops. I've still got my arms around him and as I look over at his face, I realize he's fallen asleep. I try to wake him up but that does absolutetly nothing. I guess whatever he ingested earlier must have completely knocked him out. I gently lay him down on the sand and I lie down next to him. There are only a few stars in the sky tonight, and before I can finish counting them, the darkness engulfes me too.

-

I wake up, the morning sun making my eyes squint shut. I turn to look away, only to face an already awake Rafe. His eyes look even more blue in the morning sunrise. "Hey" he says. 

"Hey", I reply as I sit up. I look ahead of me and watch the calm waves detract and retract from the shore. There's an awkward silence between us, but I'm too tired to care this early in the morning. I grab my phone from my purse to check the time. 7 AM. There are a few texts and missed calls from Sam asking where I went and I quickly type back a reply letting him know I'm okay. Hopefully my boss didn't notice I was gone too.

"I should probably get going." Rafe says as he stands up, wiping the sand off of his clothes. I stand up too, nodding in agreement.

"Do you need a ride?" He turns to me. I'm about to politely decline when I remember that Sam drove me to the event.

"Yeah, that'd be great." I nod. The thought of being in a small enclosed space with Rafe is making me nervous but I try my best to hide it. We walk to his car and I give him directions to my apartment. We make small talk and I find out that Jurassic Park is his favourite franchise. Who knew Rafe Cameron was into dinosaurs? When we arrive to my place, I thank him for the ride.

"Thanks Y/N. For last night." He glances over at me before I have a chance to get out of his car. I look back at him and smile, hop out of the car and close the door behind me.

-

I see Rafe again a few weeks later at work. My boss and Mr Cameron are having their monthly catch-up meeting; Rafe is also there and we exchange a friendly smile as we walk past each other. I want to ask him how he's doing but I suppress the urge, continuing on with my work. I had almost managed to get him completely out of my mind, but there he is again. One glance and the feelings come flooding back.

A couple of days after this I decide to pay Barry a visit. I walk up to his trailer and notice his door is ajar. This isn't that unsual for him so I just let myself in. I call out his name but there's no answer. As I look around for any sign of him, I start to hear shuffling coming from the direction of his room. His bedroom door is also half closed and as I push it open I am surprised to see Rafe frantically looking through Barry's wardrobe.

I frown, unsure of how to react. "Rafe? What are you doing here?" I say, hoping that his explanation will make some sort of sense. He looks over at me looking startled, his eyes look like they're far away. He stumbles over towards me and places his hands on my shoulders.

"Y/N! I need your help. I need you to tell me where Barry keeps his stach!" He says with a desperate look on his face.

"I-I don't know Rafe. I don't know where he keeps it. Did you break in?!" I say, trying to make sense of what is happening.

"He refused to sell me any so I had to get it somehow!" He replies, going back to looking through Barry's belongings. My confusion starts to turn into anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! If Barry finds you, he'll kill you! I can't believe this! You need serious help Rafe!" I exclaim, but that doesn't stop him from his search so I continue. "Did something happen? Why are you being like this?" He finally stops, throwing whatever he was holding onto the floor and turns to me. He's hyperventilating and I can tell he's suffering. All I want to do in this moment is to make it stop.

"I tried Y/N. I really tried to stop. I was doing well for a few weeks and then...then my dad.." His gaze moves from me to the floor and his hands are gripped tighly at his sides.

"What happened?" I ask him, the concern evident in my voice. I can't even try and hide it right now. I take a step closer to him, urging him to answer. He tried to sober up?

"Nothing. It's nothing." He finally says, shaking his head whilst glancing between me and the floor. His gaze finally settles back to me, "I just need you to help me find it. Please."

I have never seen him look like this. Something really bad must've happened for him to be acting this way. Rafe Cameron has always been a little unhinged, but never to this extent.

I shake my head and try my best to sound confident in my words. "I can't Rafe. You have to leave."

That doesn't seem to be the right answer because he momentarily shuts his eyes, shakes his head and goes back to rummaging through Rafe's room. I lunge forward, grab his arm and turn him towards me. "Stop it Rafe!"

His expression turns into anger and he grabs me by the shoulders, shaking me. "If you're not going to help me, then get the fuck out!" He shouts and pushes me backwards. His aggresive action startles me but I stay put where I am.

"Look - if you're going through something, you can talk to me; but you can't do this. Okay?" I  say, trying to calm him down but to no avail.

"It doesn't fucking matter! It's not even here!" He growls in frustration and attempts to rush past me to exit Barry's bedroom; I grip his forearm and turn him to face me.

"Rafe! Just stop!" He's about to turn away from again but my grip tightens, stopping him in his tracks. In one swift motion, I take a step toward him and do the last thing I can think of to calm him down. I place my lips on his. It's only a soft peck and it only lasts a couple of seconds before I pull myself back. "Stop" I say, my voice below a whisper. We're both looking at each other, his expression is softer than it was a few seconds ago. His gaze falls back on my lips but he doesn't say a thing. He just crashes his lips on mine and grips my face with both hands. I place mine on his forearms  to balance myself.

Our kiss is much more intense this time around, lust overflowing from the both of us. And I can't stop because I've realised that this has been building up for a long time now. I want him. He walks me backwards until my back finally touches the window. He lifts me slightly, sitting me on the window's ledge but our kiss never breaks. His tongue caresses mine and my whole body starts to tingle. My hand falls in between his legs and I can already feel the growing bulge through his jeans. This only turns me on further. I want to make him feel good, to show him that this feels so much better than the drugs and the alcohol. That he can stay sober.

Without hesitation, I unbuckle his belt and pull down his zip. I finally break our kiss and start sucking on his neck. He lets out a moan and it makes me smile, knowing that I'm making him feels this way. I slide my hand inside his boxers, taking a hold of his cock. 

"Fuck" He breathes out. I pull out his length from his jeans and start pumping back and forth. His hands grip my thighs as they slowly move towards my heat. He kisses me aggresively and I can feel the wetness between my legs. "I want to touch you" He says as he pulls back, looking down where his hands are inching closer and closer towards me. All I can do is nod. He slips my skirt up and quickly pulls my panties down, exposing my pussy. He doesn't waste any time before his fingers collide with my clit and I gasp at the feeling. He rubs circles with his fingers and I continue to pump his member. It's not long before he slips a finger inside of me and I can't believe how euphoric it feels. 

I start moving my hips back and forth, wanting to feel as much of him inside of me as possible. This prompts him to slip another finger in and I moan in pleasure. He pulls my top and bra up with his free hand, exposing my breasts and he immediately begins sucking my nipples. It feels so good that I could cum this second. I push him off of me and for a second he looks surprised until I kneel in front of him and he realises what I'm about to do.

I pump his cock a few more times before I lick from the base to the tip. He gasps, and I look up at him, enjoying the view. I finally fully take him in my mouth and start to suck him off whilst using my hands at the base. He extends one arm in front of him, placing the palm of his hand on the window to steady himself. 

"Fuck Y/N. I need to fuck you. Right now" He exhales, then pulls me up and pushes me back up on the window ledge, although a little harder this time. He laces his fingers through my hair, grabbing a handful at the base to keep my head still before he kisses me deeply. God, he's such a good kisser.

"Rafe" is all I manage to say before he thrusts himself inside of me. It takes me a minute to adjust to his girth but it quickly turns from discomfort to pleasure. He thrusts inside me with force and I never want him to stop. I mutter his name over and over again because that's all my mind can think about. Him. 

His right hand moves to carress my clit whilst his left wraps around my throat. I look up at him and he's already looking at me between his hair, which has fallen in front of his face. That's all it takes before my moans get louder and I reach my climax. He continues to thrust in and out of me until his own climax takes over and he fills me up. We're both breathing heavily and we sit there for a moment before he finally pulls out of me. I immediately feel his cum trickle down the inside of my thigh. 

Suddenly, the front door slams shut and I hear Barry's voice booming from the other room. Rafe looks at the door and then back at me and we both breathlessly mutter in unison "Shit."

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Happier Than Ever // Rafe Cameron

bullshit angst that i wrote on my birthday in honor of my shitty ex

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and drug use, slight sexual assault

summary: rich men are shit.

You called me again, drunk in your Benz

Driving home under the influence

You sped down the road, groaning as the approaching light turned red.

Rafe had called you 20 minutes ago, words slurring together as he begged you to come pick him up from a bar near cook county.

You tapped impatiently at the steering wheel, internally pleading for the light to turn green.

This happened quite often, Rafe was always out doing something stupid.

And you were always there to fix it.

You scared me to death, but I'm wasting my breath

'Cause you only listen to your fucking friends

You pulled into the parking lot of Raymond’s, a infamous bar located on a huge dock above the water.

As you stepped out fo the car, you took notice of the grey Benz lazily parked on the grass.

‘Of course, he was hammered before he even got here’ You mentally cursed yourself, why was he like this?

You watched the flashing lights shining through the windows as you made your way down the dock, sunglasses not doing much to prevent you from going blind.

I don't relate to you

I don't relate to you, no

As you entered the building you couldn’t help but notice Rafe and his friend playing a game of pool in the corner of the building.

You walked over to him, grabbing his arm in attempt to gain his attention.

“Oh hello gorgeous,” He immediately wrapped an arm around your waist, hiccuping between every other word. “took you long enough!”

You sighed, trying to pull him towards the door.

You just wanted to go home and go back to sleep, considering Rafe had woken you up from a wonderful dream.

You had only made it a few steps in the opposite direction when he pushed you away, mumbling something about not wanting to leave.

'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty

You made me hate this city

You did everything in your power to get him outside, but he wouldn’t budge.

During your final attempt to push him out the door one of his friends grabbed you, paying no attention to you protests.

Rafe just stood there and laughed at his friends, watching you writher under their touch as they ran their hands up your body as if you were their gf.

Your pleads were a silent sound, not a single person in the bar paying you any attention as you begged for them to get off of you.

“Get the fuck off me!”

It all became too much, and did the only theming you knew to do.

You screamed bloody murder.

And I don't talk shit about you on the internet

Never told anyone anything bad

Every head in the bar looked your way, a few gasps or ‘oh shit’s’ ringing through the air.

Before you knew it there were men grabbing the boys around you, including your boyfriend.

You just watched as he was taken outside, the flashing lights of the police cars making you dizzy.

He said he loved you, but everyone knew his love for alcohol was stinger than any love he could ever have.

'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything

And all that you did was make me fuckin' sad

Rafe was a mean, selfish man.

Just like his father, Rafe couldn’t tell right from wrong. And this time, he was wrong.

wrong wrong wrong.

He made everything your fault, because perfect Mr Rafe Cameron does no fucking wrong.

Everything he does is perfect in every way possible.

He made sure to make you look like an idiot in front of anyone you were around, making comments like “You’re so fucking stupid” or “it’s common fucking sense.”

'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything

And all that you did was make me fucking sad

Rafe was never a good guy, and everyone told you that.

But you loved him.

You had since the first day you met him, he was so nice at first.

Even when you had first gotten together, he would take you out on cute little dates and drive you around the river on his boat.

You were the center of his attention.

So don't waste the time I don't have

And don't try to make me feel bad

Until you weren’t.

He started distancing himself a few months prior, sneaking out in the middle of the night and not coming back until late the next day.

If you called him, he’d decline without hesitation.

On your 2 year anniversary he was in a different fucking state, and you didn’t even know it.

You family threw you a party, but you sat on the couch all day staring at the door, internally begging him to walk in any minute just to be there.

But he never showed up.

You first saw him again a week later. You were driving down the street when you saw him laying on a bench, higher than the fucking sky.

I could talk about every time that you showed up on time

But I'd have an empty line 'cause you never did

You tried your best to prove to your parents that he was a good guy, that he truly cared about you.

But god you could barely even ducking convince yourself anymore.

It got to the point where he would get mad at the mere mention of your family, especially when your brought up going to their house for dinner.

Never paid any mind to my mother or friends

So I shut 'em all out for you 'cause I was a kid

You watched as they put your boyfriend in handcuffs, forcing him into the car along with his friends.

Before you could get away, you felt your body start to give and next thing you new everything went black.

You could hear the noises around you, and you could feel the grass tickling your skin, but you couldn’t see anything.

You heard Rafe yelling your name, pleading and begging for them to stop. To let him see you.

You ruined everything good

Always said you were misunderstood

Rafe Cameron loved you, in his own sick, twisted way.

No one ever understood your relationship, but you didn’t care. Neither did he.

Because you two were truly in love.

Somehow, someway, you were perfect for each other.

Made all my moments your own

Just fucking leave me alone

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//pls this took me forever and i kind of hate it but i wanted to post something so you know

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pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader, (not au, both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 4.9k

summary: rafe is late for your date at the island club

warnings: no smut but is suggestive (read at your own risk), handsy rafe, mild violence/fighting, whipped reader & whipped rafe, they go to a restaurant but i don't specify any kind of food, rafe is angry for like 3 seconds but not at reader, mean jj, use of the word 'whore', i don't think they've shown rafe's new place yet so i made one up, i haven't watched all of s4 so if i get shit wrong i'm sorry, not proofread

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You and Rafe had date nights every Friday.

It was the only sense of regularity that he had, and he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He would plan it, tell you when and where to be, and you would eagerly oblige. He surprised you with something new every week; one Friday you’re driving across the thoroughfare towards the mainland for a shopping spree, the next Friday you’re on a private yacht watching the sunset. This week, he decided to go for the tried and true; dinner and a movie.

‘6 PM’, he told you, ‘and wear that silk emerald green dress.’ He had to run out for the day, still dealing with the aftereffects of Ward’s death and his departure from Tanneyhill. Trying to sell a giant, 6-bedroom mansion wasn’t as easy as you thought, as most of the residents of Kildare couldn’t afford to buy it from him. He was considering turning it into an Air B&B, a project he would rope you into to help with the interior design. You and Rafe had a new place, another mansion still located in Figure Eight, although this one is much smaller, a Spanish revival you had a lovely time decorating. 

As the afternoon sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the landscape, you found yourself perched upon a solitary bench situated beside the parking lot of The Island Club, the salty tang of the ocean breeze carrying the distant sound of crashing waves. Couples filed into the club, paying you no mind. Even though The Island Club wasn’t far from your new place, Rafe still bought you an Uber, just to make sure you were safe. It was almost 6:15 PM at this point, and every call and text to Rafe went unanswered. You had already informed the staff of his late arrival, ensuring that your reservation would not get cancelled. You check your watch again before standing, walking around the parking lot to check the streets.

Where was he?

You tug your dress down your legs. It was Rafe’s favourite on you, hugging your ass and hips perfectly. It was finally starting to get cold on the island, and even though the black leather jacket you stole from him didn’t exactly go with your outfit, it was keeping you warm. The wind flows through your hair, and you push it out of your eyes, looking down the street, trying to spot him on his bike. You sigh, your shoulders dropping. You turn around to head back to the bench, pulling your phone out of your small purse, ready to call him again.

You’re about to sit down when you hear the revving and rumbling of his dirt bike, pulling into the left side of the parking lot. You sigh, putting your phone away as you walk over to him. You bite your lip when you see him wearing that grey blue waffle-weaved sweater that makes him look delicious. Rafe turns his bike off, pushing the kickstand down before getting off, reaching up to unbuckle the strap of his helmet.

“Hey, handsome.” You say, stepping off the curb and approaching him. You reach out, putting one of your hands on his bicep, fingers slightly digging into the muscle. Rafe pulls his helmet off, keeping it clutched in his hand. His eye and cheekbone were swollen, slightly yellow, and a cut underneath his brow bone marred his otherwise handsome face. The cut was deep, and blood was caked along its edges. It was clear that he had been in a fight, and he had not come out of it unscathed. He winced as you suddenly reach up to touch his cheekbone, a worried look on your face. “What the fuck? What happened?”

Rafe winces as you touch his cheek, pulling back from your touch. He wasn’t in the mood for your coddling. His jaw was clenched tight, his shoulders tense from the fight. He had no intention of telling you what happened, either. You never needed to know about the trouble he was in. He puts his helmet on the seat of his bike and grabs your waist, pulling you in front of him. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, trying his best to keep his voice level so that he didn’t snap at you. He pressed a kiss to your temple, not bothering to conceal the bruises and blood on his knuckles. Was it his or someone else’s, or both?

“Are you okay?” You ask, moving your hand off his bicep to rest on his waist. “Rafe, please tell me.”

His expression hardens as you continue to push. His fingers grip your waist almost painfully tight. “I said, don’t worry,” he repeats, his voice stern. He’d never talked to you like this, and you could hear the warning behind his words. His eyes stare down at you, intense and full of anger, although you’re not quite sure if it’s meant for you. “Let it go.”

You don’t push it, not wanting to anger him anymore. It was supposed to be a nice, relaxing night. You wrap your arms around his waist to pull him into a hug, laying your head on his chest. Rafe hesitates, surprised by the sudden display of affection, but then he wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you in close. He buries his nose into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, and for the first time that night, his shoulders finally drop, his whole body relaxing. He squeezes you tight to his chest, his chin resting on the crown of your head. 

He remains silent as he pulls away slightly, looking down at you. He keeps one arm wrapped around your waist, his hand gripping your side as his other hand flies to your neck. His grip is loose, but his thumb presses against your pulse — a small habit he picked up after he started dating you. In his own words, it’s a way to calm him down and to remind himself that you were safe.

Rafe sighs, pressing kisses to your forehead before leaning his against it, rubbing your pulse back and forth as it races under your skin. His voice is soft when he finally speaks, “I’m fine. Just ran into a problem.”

“What kind of problem?” You ask, rubbing your hand up and down his side.

“Nothing you need to be worrying about, sweetheart,” Rafe mumbles, still keeping his head pressed against yours. Rafe never used pet names with anyone else, but with you, it felt different. His eyes drift down to your lips, unable to resist. They were a faint shade of red, glossy and puffy from your bites, just as he liked them. “Just some shit with JJ and John B. I handled it.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, the hand on your neck moving to cup your cheek. Even as he pulls away, he keeps your body pressed against him. “Let’s not let this ruin our night, alright?”

“Are you sure?” You ask, brushing your thumb across his abs. “We can go home and order in if you want. I don’t want you to feel compelled to go out tonight.”

“Baby, I’m fine,” he murmurs, his voice soft. He understood where you were coming from, but only you would ever try to get out of a very expensive date because you thought he was too tired. “I got reservations for a reason. I don’t plan on missing our date night just because of a little fight.” The hand on your waist moves to the small of your back, pressing your body closer to his. He’d planned out everything for tonight. A fancy meal, followed by a quiet movie night at your place, then ending the night with his face buried between your legs, your wrists bound to the headboard. He didn’t want to ruin a date night that both of you were looking forward to. 

You sigh, but don’t push it. You didn’t want to ruin the date with an argument. You grab his hand, careful not to brush across his shredded knuckles, before leading him towards the entrance. “If you change your mind, let me know.”

Rafe rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but smile a little bit at your persistence, thankful that you cared. He follows behind you, his strides matching yours. He winces a little bit when you grab his hand, his knuckles stinging from the fight, but he doesn’t dare let you know that. 

He holds the door open for you when you reach the entrance, waiting for you to go through before he follows behind, placing on hand on your lower back as you walk. His eyes drifted down to your ass, and he had to stop himself from reaching out and smacking it. Now that his father was dead, he had to try to keep the Cameron image clean and pristine at The Island Club. They weren’t fans of him to begin with.

You head through the small entrance, moving to wait in line for the hostess stand. The country club was pretty packed, a common occurrence for a Friday night. The couple in front of you were older, and the woman's eyes soften as she looked over her shoulder and spotted Rafe. 

He kept his hand on your lower back, not trying to hide the fact that you were both together. His eyes stayed locked with the older woman in front of you, not surprised to have already been discovered by one of the regulars. He could see the woman’s concern from a mile away, her expression shifting when she saw the scrapes and bruises on his face. Rafe sighed, his jaw clenching in annoyance. Even here, he couldn’t get away from his reputation. His hand started to rub small circles into your back, silently trying to soothe himself more than you.

The woman whispers to her husband before turning around again. “It’s Rafe, right?”

Rafe raises an eyebrow at the elderly woman, a hint of a scowl on his face as his eyes meet hers. He gives her a small nod, although he doesn’t feel like talking to a regular at The Island Club right now. He wanted nothing more than to spend the evening alone with you. “Yes, ma’am,” His response is short and brief. “That’s me.”

“I was a friend of your father,” The woman says. “We were business partners a few years ago. I’m sorry for your loss, Rafe. My condolences.” 

Rafe’s expression changes as soon as the woman mentions his father. He knew that most people from The Island Club had been friends with his old man and business partners with him. Hearing condolences for his father had become a regular part of his routine, but that didn’t mean he liked hearing about his father’s death every single time. His hand on your lower back tightens, pulling you a bit closer to him. He gives her a forced smile, trying his best to look polite. “Thank you, ma’am,” he responds, his voice stiff.

The woman smiles softly before turning back around, stepping forward towards the hostess stand. Rafe’s hands traveled from your hips to your lower back, pulling you closer to him. He was lost in reality, almost as if he didn’t want to admit to himself that his life was fundamentally changing. His father was dead, and his relationships with his remaining family were ruined. But he had you, and that’s all that matters to him right now.

You lean your head against his chest as you wait, hands wrapped around his bicep, rubbing it lightly with your thumb.

Rafe sighs as you lean against him, his hand on your lower back drifting down to cup your ass. He could only hope that the other patrons wouldn’t notice, although he didn’t really care that much. But that woman was going to tell everyone about how rough he looked tonight, and he knew that some people would have comments about that, too. Rafe lowers his head to speak in your ear, although his voice is quiet enough that only you could hear. “Can’t wait to get you home,” he murmurs.

"Yeah? You excited for me to get on my knees for you?" You ask. Just as Rafe had been thinking about you all day, you had been thinking about him. You couldn’t wait to sink to the floor in front of him, your hands eagerly unbuckling his slacks before letting him fuck your face. Your favourite part, though, was the way he gripped your hair and moaned as he cummed down your throat.

Rafe sighs, groaning low in his throat as your words go straight to his cock. He’d always loved it when you talked like this, even if you were in private or texting. He didn’t want you to talk to anyone else like that. You were his. “Mmm, I’m more excited to see your face when you ride me,” he mumbles, moving closer so that his mouth is right next to your ear, still careful to keep his voice low. He wanted to take you home right now, but he had been looking forward to this dinner all week, and he knew you were too.

The older couple in front of you step away, being led by the hostess to their table. You approach the stand, and you smooth out the front of your dress as you wait. Although Rafe was used to the rich life full of country clubs, cotillion and croquet, you weren’t. You wanted to make a good impression on the staff of The Island Club.

Rafe stands tall and proud as you both step up to the hostess stand, his arm still wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on the small of your back. He glances down at your dress, taking in every detail of your appearance. You looked absolutely stunning in that dress, and it was taking all of his self-control to not get hard right now. The way you anxiously chewed on your lip, the way your hair was shining in the ambient lighting of the country club, the way you wore the ‘Rafe’ name necklace he bought you…he loved everything about you. He tugged you closer, loving the way you put a hand on his stomach as you leaned against him. You both had matching gold rings, engraved with your anniversary, yours on your forefinger while his sat on his thumb. 

The hostess looks up to greet both of you. She glances down at the reservation book for just a moment before nodding, a polite smile on her face. “Mr. Cameron,” she says. “Your table is ready.” She gathers two menus before leading you through the dining room towards the more private, member’s only area of the country club.

Even though you had been dating Rafe for a while, almost a year, you were always surprised by his influence. He had everything he ever wanted at the tips of his fingers, and because you were dating him, you got those luxuries too; endless shopping trips, a house full of anything you could dream of. And a handsome boyfriend, of course.

As you walk behind the hostess, Rafe’s fingers intertwine with yours, holding your hand tight. He was aware of all the eyes on him, as you could hear the whispers and murmurs from their fellow patrons, knowing they were all aware of the fight with John B and JJ, and the rumors were probably already spreading like wildfire. The hostess leads you to a secluded corner with a single table set for two, two candlesticks illuminating the table with a warm glow. 

“Thank you,” Rafe mumbles to the hostess as his eyes drift towards the far corner of the room. He lets go of your hand with some reluctance, before holding the chair for you at the small booth. He was thankful for the secluded booth, knowing it was going to be easier to touch you under the table. Rafe slides in next to you, reaching over to grab your knee, stroking his thumb softly back and forth. He wanted to put his hand on your throat to feel your pulse again, but he didn’t think that the patrons and staff would like that.

You thank the hostess, setting your purse down in the empty space next to you. As the hostess walks away, Rafe’s hand slips under the skirt of your dress, grabbing onto your inner thigh and rubbing back and forth. His touch is featherlight, just the lightest graze of skin against skin, although he can feel all the heat from your skin. 

He picks up the menu from the table, pretending to scan the food while his hand caresses you. He leans in toward you, although his eyes are still scanning the menu. “Do you know what you want to eat, sweetheart?”

“You.” You say immediately, flipping the menu over to look at the other side.

Rafe can’t help but let out a slight chuckle at your immediate response, his hand on your thigh stopping for a moment. His eyes finally look up at you from the menu, an amused look on his face. “Mmm, not yet, baby, but you’ll get it later. Promise,” he grins, his eyes drifting back down to the menu as his hand starts to rub against you again. “And for the main course?”

You sigh, glancing over the options. You didn’t really love any of the dishes on the menu, but you weren’t opposed to eating any of them. Rafe wraps his large, warm hand around your inner thigh and squeezes, yanking you a bit closer. It’s a simple gesture, but it makes your head spin, your brain shutting down for a split second. You purse your lips as you read before looking away, shifting in your seat. “You pick.”

He can see the way your body reacts to his touch, and it satisfies him to know that he can still affect you like that. It just makes him more eager to get you back home tonight. His fingers press into your thigh when you move closer to him, but he quickly loosens his grip when the waiter comes up to your table. 

He finally decides what he wants for the main course, and he orders for the both of you. His hand slides down your thigh, finally withdrawing, although he places his palm flat against your skin, resting his hand just below the edge of your dress. You sip on your drink as you wait for your food, feeling Rafe’s hand travel up your thigh again, as if he couldn’t resist. After the waiter walks away, Rafe’s focus turns back towards you, and he glances around the room to make sure nobody was watching. Seeing as everyone around him seemed to be doing their best to ignore him, he felt comfortable enough to continue his touch. His hand moves from your thigh to your hip, pulling you closer to him. “I like this dress on you,” he murmurs, his eyes raking over your body.

“Thank you,” You say as his hands travel up higher. “You look really good, baby.” You reach out and place your hand on his bicep, squeezing it. You couldn’t resist. He always looked good, but something about the way he looked in that fucking blue sweater and grey slacks made you go crazy, wanting to put your hands all over him and your mouth on his cock.

He gives you a smirk as your hand wraps around his upper arm, and he leans back into his chair. Your praise always brought out the cocky, arrogant side of him, and he absolutely loved when you told him how good he looked. His ego always needed a boost. He flexes the muscle underneath your hand, and it ripples underneath his sweater. “Yeah? You like this, don’t you?” He grins.

You nod, your mouth going dry. It was so hard to concentrate, all you wanted to do was shut your brain off and let him take control for the night. He knows exactly what effect he was having on you, and he loved seeing the effect that he could have on your body just from a little flex. “You feeling needy, baby?” He mumbles, his fingers pressing against your panties, right over your clit. You suck in a breath, gripping his sleeve to try to ground yourself. You nod.

The smirk stays plastered on his face as his palm squeezes tightly on the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He can see the way your shoulders tensing, knowing that you were trying your best to keep yourself from writhing in your seat. “Soon, sweetheart. We just gotta get through dinner,” he mumbles, although he wanted nothing more than to take you home right now and ruin you, make you cum over and over until you cry.

The waiter approaches with your food, setting everything on the table. It snaps you back to reality, and you move your glass so he can put your plate in front of you. As the waiter sets the plates down, Rafe reluctantly pulls his hand away from you. His hand goes to pick up his fork, although the movement is absent-minded. His eyes stayed focused on you, and the only thing he could think about was getting you home and alone. Eventually, he forces his eyes away from you and to his food. His other hand moves behind your lower back, resting his palm flat against the exposed skin, his pinky finger playing with the waistband of your panties.

You struggle through dinner, your thighs pressed together. The food was delicious, and you and Rafe spent a good amount of time talking about your plans for Tanneyhill, all the while he was brushing his fingers along your inner thighs and your panties. He was doing it on purpose, trying to rile you up, and it was working. You eat as quickly as you can, snatching your purse and  dragging him out of the restaurant after paying and leaving a tip.

You rush towards his bike, and he can’t help but chuckle at how desperate you are. He spins you around, pulling you against his chest. “Relax, baby. We’ll be home soon.”

You whine. “I need it, Rafe.”

Your whine was like music to his ears. His hand goes to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. His eyes are dark with lust as he looks down at you. “You’ll get it.” He says, grabbing his helmet and pushing it over your head. He secures the strap under your chin, kissing your nose. He climbs onto the bike, pushing the kickstand up.

“Do you have a helmet?” You ask, fiddling with it. It was definitely too big for your head.

“Nah,” He says, looking at you over your shoulder as you climb on, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I don’t need one, baby. I’m a professional. It’ll be fine, just hold on tight.”

“Rafe,” You say, your eyebrows furrowing with worry. “Are you sure?”

Rafe sighs as he places his hands on the handlebars, hearing the tone of worry in your voice. “Sweetheart, I swear, it’ll be fine. The house isn’t far,” he sighs, shaking his head and starting the engine. “I’ll go slow, okay? Just hold on tight and don’t let go. You’ll be fine, baby, I promise.”

You have no choice but to listen to him, tightening your grip around him, your purse squished between his back and your chest. “Okay.”

He nods slightly before reaching down to grab your thighs, pulling your body to fully press against his. He wants to be able to feel your skin against his. He doesn’t say anything else as he starts to drive, slowly making his way out of the parking lot. He had been through worse. He could handle a simple drive home without a helmet.

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You pull up into the driveway of your house, safe and sound. You wait for Rafe to pop the kickstand down and turn the bike off before standing, putting your purse back on your shoulder. You reach up, unclipping the helmet before pulling it off, shaking your hair out.

Rafe climbs off of the bike, gently letting go of the handles just in case it came tumbling. He bites his lip before reaching out, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him, his other hand immediately coming up to cup your neck. “You were worried for nothing, baby,” he murmurs, gently pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back, your hands flying to his waist, lost in the feeling of his tongue on yours.

“‘Bout time y’all showed up.”

You and Rafe pull away, glancing down your driveway.

JJ and John B hop out of JJ’s van, parked right against the curb.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You ask, your hands dropping from their spot on Rafe’s stomach. Rafe’s grip on you tightens, feeling you pull away. His eyes are narrowed as he looks at JJ and John B as they approach the two of you.

“What, you two on a date? Couldn’t even invite us?!” JJ laughs, his hands shoved into his pockets. You thought that Rafe looked awful, but it’s clear that he had the upper hand during his fight with JJ and John B. JJ looks terrible, his eye bruised and almost swollen shut, the side of his face scratched up like he fell onto gravel. John B has a split lip and a deep purple bruise on his eyebrow, his knuckles caked with dried blood.

“Wow, JJ. You look like shit,” You say, unable to hold back. “You already got your ass beat, are you back for more?”

JJ glares at you, his hands tightening into fists in his pockets. “Careful where you run your mouth, slut,” he growls, taking a step towards you. 

That’s all it takes to piss Rafe off.  “Watch your mouth,” he growls. He steps in front of you, blocking JJ’s path.

You just laugh, unable to take him seriously. You push past Rafe, shoving your purse into his chest. “Excuse me?”

JJ stares directly at you, his expression turning into a scowl. “Careful, you don’t want to fall back into old habits. You’re just a little whore for all of the Pogues,” JJ growls, and John B puts a hand on his shoulder, trying to get him to shut up, but it isn’t enough for JJ to back down. He takes another step forward, his eyes locked on you and your face.

Everything happens quickly after that.

Before you could say another word, Rafe is launching himself at JJ, grabbing the collar of his shirt and throwing him against the side of his van. JJ tries to land a punch, but Rafe’s faster. He just keeps landing punches, one after the other, not letting up for a second. John B. jumps on Rafe, trying to hold him back, but it isn’t enough.

You quickly rush over, grabbing the back of Rafe’s sweater, tugging him backwards. “Stop. They aren’t worth it, Rafe.” His fist is raised, and he turns to look at you, hearing the panic in your voice. He freezes when you call out to him, and John B. jumps off of his back. 

The air is tense, everything is still and dead silent. All you can hear are their heavy breaths, and John B is holding onto JJ, preventing him from attempting to start another fight.

“If either of you ever come back here,” You walk towards them, getting up in JJ's face. “I'll bury you.”

JJ doesn't back off, and he glares down at you, a cruel smirk on his face.  “You gonna do it yourself?” JJ stands up, still being held back by John B. “Sweet, helpless little thing like you? Or are you just gonna try and hide behind your boyfriend?” His eyes trail down your body as his smirk grows, his teeth stained with blood.

You consider hitting him. You really do. But you know that JJ wouldn’t be scared to hit you back, and you really didn’t want to ruin this dress.

You step back before spitting on him.

A mixture of fury and shock shoots through JJ’s whole body, his face grimacing. “You bitch, I’ll fucking—“ JJ snaps, and he starts to come at you. John B grabs onto him, holding him back, but he’s barely able to restrain JJ, trying to calm him down.

You turn around, walking away from him, back towards your house. “Take your little bitch ass back to The Cut.” 

“You little whore, did you forget where you came from? Did you forget who you used to whore yourself out to?” JJ says, still fighting against John B’s grip on him. “You’re gonna regret that someday, you hear me? Someday you’ll have no one to protect your pathetic little ass, and I’m gonna be there, laughing at you. Just watch.”

Rafe starts to walk towards JJ and John B again, but you wrap a hand around his forearm, pulling him back. “Baby, stop. He’s not worth it.” You look up at him, trying your best to get him to calm down. 

JJ finally stops trying to shake John B off, realizing that he isn’t going to be able to land a hit on you, no matter how badly he wants to. “You’re lucky you’re not with the Pogues anymore. I’d teach you some manners,” he calls after you.

You drag Rafe back inside as JJ and John B get back into JJ’s van, the tires screeching as they drive away.

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Hi could i request 5 and 20 from the blurb list with Rafe Cameron? Maybe the reader is talking about a crush (celebrity or not) and Rafe gets a lil jealous… Love your writing xoxo :)

Thank you so much! 🥺❤

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Blurb request | 5. I mean, I’m hotter than him, and I’m right here, just saying + 20. Jealous of what, exactly?

Rafe Cameron x female!Reader

Sorry about being short and about that ending, I suck at endings 😅 I hope you like it tho!

Sarah had invited me to a movie night at her house and I had gladly accepted. Not only was she my best friend, I was also looking forward to seeing Rafe. We were secretly dating and I missed him. He had been busy lately because Ward was taking him to meetings and conferences with him, and so, knowing he would be home, I was more than happy to spend time with him, eventually. 

I was sitting on the couch waiting for Sarah to come back with some snacks and I was too distracted scrolling through my phone to notice someone approaching me from behind. I assumed it was my best friend so I didn’t bother turning around, but the lips I felt my neck told me otherwise and I giggled with the unexpected gesture. 

“Hi there.”, Rafe mumbled, his mouth still glued to my skin. 

“Hi.”, I caressed his hair, “You know, your sister can show up any second and this isn’t very discreet.”

“Well, you should’ve come to say hi when you arrived, and I missed you, so now deal with it.”

“You’re the one who hasn’t been around the past few days.”, I turned my head a little to try and take a look at my boyfriend’s face. 

“You know that wasn’t my fault.”, he kissed my lips quickly. 

“I know, I’m just messing with you.”

He smiled and kissed me again but we were soon interrupted by Sarah’s voice from the kitchen.

“(Y/N), Oreos or Chips Ahoy?” 

“Uhm, both?”

“Why did I even bother asking?”, she laughed as she entered the living room, making Rafe pull away from me and support himself on the back of the couch with his hands near my shoulders. Despite being in the dark about our relationship, Sarah didn’t act much surprised at our proximity, already being used to us being close. 

Rafe and I became good friends around the same period that Sarah and I did and I was one of the few people that wasn’t afraid to call him out on his reckless and overall stupid actions and atittude, something that caught him off guard at first but, as time went by, he started to come to me whenever he was having trouble dealing with his issues. To be honest, I was really surprised with myself with how much I could put up with him and actually bother to try and help him, maybe because I knew he needed someone like that in his life and I hated how Ward treated him. It was clear that Sarah was the favorite kid and Rafe was just a messy disappointment in his eyes, I always tried to remind myself of that whenever he did drugs or picked a fight with someone because I was aware that it was the only way he knew how to cope with things. I would be lying if I said I never felt scared of him and what he was capable of doing, but never acted aggressively or rude towards me and I knew he tried to be better when I was around. 

“Ok, Rafe, piss off, we’re going to watch a movie.”, Sarah said as she sat down beside me. 

“What if I want to stay?”, he answered, crossing his arms. I immediately glared at him, as in telling him to control his tone and be nice to his sister. 

“As long as you keep your mouth shut, it’s whatever.” 

Rafe sat down next to me, leaving me in between him and Sarah, who started the movie and passed me a small bowl of salted popcorn and left the cookies on the coffee table in front of us. 

Throughout the movie, I noticed that Rafe was surprisingly paying attention to it and he seemed to be enjoying it, which made me smile, seeing him so unusually relaxed. 

“I need to know the name of that actor, he’s so fine.”, Sarah commented, her gaze focused on the tv screen, almost drooling over the guy appearing on it.

“Right? Where did that piece of heaven come from?” 

We kept on going back and forth commenting on the guy’s good looks whenever he appeared and I noticed a certain someone sighting annoyingly. 

“What is it, doofus, jealous?”, Sarah asked, finally averting her gaze from the tv to look at Rafe, who scoffed at her remark.

“Jealous of what, exactly?”

“Not being the center of attention for once.”

“Bold of you to say that, princess.”

“Alright, enough!”, I stopped their little fight, “Can we go back to the movie, please?”

Both rolled their eyes and went back to paying attention to the movie. Sarah and I didn’t stop her fangirling though, mostly because she wanted to keep on pissing Rafe off and I was actually having fun teasing him about his not so discreet jealousy. 

After the movie, Sarah convinced me to go to the pool for a bit with her to enjoy what was left of the hot Summer day. Rafe excused himself to go who knows where while we made our way outside. 

I was sitting on one of the couches in the backyard, admiring the sunset, already dried up after staying in the pool for almost two hours, wearing only my denim shorts over my bikini as I waited for Sarah to come back. Wheezie said she was having a girl emergency and begged for her sister to go meet her in her room. I loved that spot at the Cameron’s house, especially at that time of the day. Even though I was a Kook, my house wasn’t even half as big as theirs, I didn’t even own a pool, so I enjoyed every bit I spent at my best friend and boyfriend’s house. Speaking of, Rafe entered the lounge area of the backyard, as I liked to call it, and smiled softly at me, sitting down next to me. 

“Did you have a nice swim?”, he asked, placing a hand over my tight and caressing my skin with his thumb. I returned the soft smile and arranged a piece of his hair that was over his eye. 

“Yes, I did. You could’ve joined us.”

“Hmm, no, not when you’re wearing that swimsuit, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself.” 

“Right, forgot you’re a guy and that control is not something y’all have when it comes to girls in swimsuits.”, I joked (but not really).

“Wow there, it’s not like you and Sarah were controlling yourselves drooling over that guy from the movie earlier.”

I laughed at him and finding it funny that he was still pretending it didn’t affect him seeing me platonically “drool” over another guy. So I decided to keep on teasing.

“You’re still jealous about that?”

He turned on his side to face me completely on the couch and squeezed my tight gently.

“I wasn’t even jealous in the first place.”

“You sure?”

“What do I have to be jealous of? I mean, I’m hotter than him, and I’m right here, just saying.” 

“If you say so.”

He looked at me incredulously when I set my gaze back at the sunset and I did my best to keep myself from laughing. I knew that now he was just jealous that I wasn’t agreeing with him on him being hotter than the actor. 

“That’s it?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have a hot guy right here, in real life, right in front of you.”, he leaned closer and moved his hand from my tight to my waist, his other arm resting on the back of the couch, around my shoulders, “You’re seriously not going to do anything about it?”, he whispered that last sentenced, making me wish that we were home alone. 

“I would, but we can’t.”, I teased again. 

“I don’t care.”

He pulled me closer against him and kissed me, making me completely melt with his touch that I missed so much the last few days. As we slowly made out, I completely forgot about the fact that Sarah was supposed to come back and that could happen any moment, and there I was, making out with her brother. Pulling away from Rafe seemed too painful though, but I had no choice when her fake cough, once again, interrupted us. 

“I freaking knew it!”, she said, in a tone that caught me off guard, not expecting her to be so cool about it. 

“Oops.”, Rafe said beside me, not the slightest sorry about the situation. 

The three of us ended up staying outside until the daylight vanished completely, later being joined by Wheezie. It was rare for me to see the three siblings coexisting so peacefully, maybe it was just because I was still there and they didn’t want to fight and have me witnessing it, but whatever was the reason, I decided to just appreciate it and enjoy it while it lasted. 

Wheezie and Sarah were engaged in a debate and Rafe took that opportunity to steal a few kisses, and I felt so happy that we could finally just share those moments without hiding somewhere. 

“Ok, just because I’m ok with this,”, she pointed to our linked hands and our PDA, “doesn’t mean I want to see or hear you guys going at it.”

Well, that we couldn’t promise her.

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rafe x  fem reader

Word count: 826

Warnings: Orals fem receiving, Breeding kink (use protection fr), fingering, mentions of substances

You considered yourself to be an introvert. I mean guys didn't really pay attention to you for anything other than your body. Sometimes you give in because you feel lonely. But he was different, you ignored what people said about him because you know deep down he’s emotional and needs someone who will love him. Rafe.

This time you saw him at a party as per usual he was doing coke on the glass coffee table in the back of toppers house. Many others surrounded him but he looked up at you. You held eye contact for ten seconds then he went back to what he was doing. The fact that he even noticed you made you tense up inside. You had to walk to the kitchen to get a drink and maybe loosen up so that you could get the guts to walk up to him first.

After a few shots you saw rafe in the corner of your eye, he walked into the kitchen. He poured himself a shot and said to you “why don’t you take a shot with me?” he said this slurring his words but with intense energy. You agreed so that he would like you. After taking a shot with him you guys got to talking and catching up.

After about 20 minutes of talking you two were now sitting on the floor of the kitchen and no one was around just you two drunk on the floor spilling your secrets with each other like you’ve known each other for years. The persona he put on in front of most people disappeared. He asked you “ do you want to go up to the topper's room? he said I can use it tonight if I need to” you said yes and followed him upstairs gripping his hand as he made sure not to lose you in the crowd of people gathered in the living room dancing to shitty music.

It was quiet now and sat you down on the bed and began kissing you. He was still standing and one hand was gripping your thigh and the other was intertwined in your hair on the side of your neck. You felt his hand move slowly up your thigh and up your skirt. He slowly but smoothly pulled down your thong. You could feel his finger circling your clit. He whispered in your ear “ you want more angel?” you nodded and he took off his shirt and went down on his knees. His fingers still pumping in and out began licking, you could hear him moan into you as you gripped his hair. Just the thought of the way he’s making you feel turned him on. You could feel you were about to reach your orgasm and he knew it so suddenly he stopped.

he pulled down his boxers and revealed his length, it was bigger than you expected and he could see it on your face. He picked you up and positioned you on the bed the way he needed. He looked you in the eyes and slowly slipped it in you both let out a gasp and then he asked “ are you okay angel?” you nodded and told him to keep going. He then began thrusting his hips meeting yours with every movement. You wanted this for so long it felt unreal and just like a dream.

You both were about to reach your orgasms at the same time. He picked up his speed and then it hit. It hit both of you at the same time you could feel his body collapse as he moaned and groaned on top of you. Both of you were in a state of bliss. It was so surreal and you never wanted this moment to end.

You both fell asleep after cuddling together. The next morning topper was banging on the door for rafe to wake up. Rafe got up in a hurry and explained to topper that You were in the room sleeping so that he would go away. Rafe then turned around and with this deep morning voice said to you “ long night?” you nodded and he asked if you wanted to take a shower you said yes and walked to the bathroom. Forgetting to lock the door on purpose rafe did exactly what you wanted him to and got into the shower with you. He kissed you on the forehead and got out of the shower within five minutes. When you got out your clothes were folded on the bed and he was waiting in the bed to ask you something.

He said “ i had fun last night and I think you should be my girl.” You said you felt the same way and then proceeded to nervously spill to him about your obsession. He laughed in a cute way and told you that he could drive you home because he has to go to the country club with topper.

[violentmouths]

Hi hi~, it's me, Violent! ViolentMouths...

It's been a long time but I wanted to do another Deep Dive (as well as ask questions), this time... On Uncharted!

Last December I was going through a really bad depression, but this character we're  talking about in particular helped me get through it, and that character...

  Is Sam Drake

When the game came out, I paid no mind to it, and went on with my life, until this year where I became heavily obsessed with him!

Let's start with the age (because I get so f*cking mad when people mess up his age):

Sam is five years OLDER than Nate, Nate was born in 1976 meaning Sam was born in 1971. When we see Sam and Nate in the beginning of Uncharted 4, Nate is 13... And Sam is 18!!!

Not 17, not 16... EIGHT-F*CKING-TEEN!

F*CK! One of the Policeman even say he's adult!

Side note, Sam has two little spots on his left cheek that looks like they're fading as he gets older...

In Ucharted 3, when we see Nate as a 15 year old we can quickly guess that Sam was 20 and in Prison since he wasn't around.

Back to Uncharted 4, when BOTH Nate and Sam are in Prison, Nate is 23 and Sam is 28

Fast forward 15 years, Sam's 43...

And in Lost Legacy, they (a piece of the Wiki) said it was around 6 months to a year from Uncharted 4, so he's either still 43 or he's now 44.

Now, I don't like Naughty Dog for not giving us a new Uncharted game with Sam, 'cause he's quite an interesting character that should be expanded upon.

Like, when we read about Sam, it says he got kicked out of the Orphanage for criminal activities.

What were these "criminal activities"?

When I look at Sam at that age, all I can think is:

- Theft

- Being on look out

- Running from the police

- Burglary

- Vandalism

- Loitering

He's probably done more, but how would we know? We never get to see how he was living! What his relationships were like with his friends or his Ex, Crystal... Based on how he says "Currently off again." He didn't sound aggravated, he sounded sad, like SHE called it off!

He even tells us that his job "pays well, really well."

So what was that job?

And also who taught him how to ride that bike?!

Going into 28 year old Sam (more like his 20s), a lot of questions come to mind.

When did Sam meet Sully?

A part of me wants to say the moment he got out, as Sully wouldn't leave Nate by his lonesome, or they met in his early to mid 20s.

When did Sam meet Rafe?

Rather, HOW did Sam meet Rafe?

What was their relationship?

Who's idea was it to go to Colombia? Sam or Nate?

 When did they go to Colombia?

How were they living?

During the end on Uncharted 4 when Sam leaves with Sully to... I don't know...

Where do they go?

There's a lot of places that speak Portuguese, sooooo, where?

Also, he just up and stays with Sully... No lady friend? He just gave up on love?

Cassie is about 11 to 13 years old, if that's the case, what were Sam and Sully doing throughout those years?

Sully says they retired, but when did they retire?

How many ancient cities did they find before retirement?

And none of these will get answered because we have such little information on Sam. So I'm going to leave now, I'm making myself frustrated...

See you soon, I guess...

[topsytervy]

Apple Of My Eye (Part 2) ~ Rafe Cameron

synopsis: After a small accident that sends you to the hospital, you figure out that Kelce may not be the guy for you

Word Count: 1,853

warnings: mentions of blood and stitches (not too much in-depth) swearing, Kelce being a slightly bad friend, spelling/grammar mistakes, I think that's it.

Small note: I don't usually like writing Kelce as an asshole cause I don't really think he is but this is an exception. Also, it's a bit all over the place but so is my brain so nothing new there.

you can read part 1 here

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It was a couple of months after the party and the pretty brunette, whose name was Hallie, was still around, managing to snag the title of Kelce’s girlfriend, the title you wanted with your entire heart.

Now here you were, sitting on the floor at Topper’s house, leaning against Rafe’s legs as you watched a movie, trying to ignore the two lovebirds cuddled up together, Hallie giggling softly at whatever Kelce was whispering in her ear. Was it too much to ask for you to be the one with his arms wrapped around you? You felt Rafe’s leg move and you turned to look at him. He shot you a smile which you returned before sighing.

“I’m gonna cut myself another slice of cake. You guys want some." You looked to Kelce and Hallie who weren’t paying attention to you before you turned to Rafe and Topper, both shooting you a look of pity.

“Nah, I'm good. A beer would be nice though." Topper responded as Rafe shook his head no.

You stood up and walked into the kitchen, grabbing Topper’s beer first before heading towards the counter and beginning to cut yourself another piece of cake.

And then you did the dumbest thing imaginable.

You lost your grip on the knife and instead of jumping back and letting it fall to the floor, you attempted to catch it by the blade which resulted in you slicing your hand.

You let out a yelp as you let the knife clatter to the floor and brought your non-bleeding hand to the bleeding one, trying to keep blood from getting everywhere.

Rafe was the first one to enter the kitchen with Topper behind him. “What happened?”

“I cut myself on the knife trying to catch it,"

Topper shot you a look. “Y/n, what did our FACS teacher tell us in sixth grade?”

“Topper, shut up," Rafe told him before gently grabbing your wrist. “Let me see." You let him take your hand off the wound and he winced. “That looks pretty bad.”

Topper made a face as he took a peek. “That looks hospital bad.”

Rafe reached over and grabbed a hand towel, wrapping it around the cut, “Hold that there." he instructed. You did as he said as he ushered you into the living room. “We gotta take her to the ER," Rafe announced before looking around the empty room.

Kelce and Hallie were gone. The blue-eyed boy let out an annoyed huff before leading you outside and to his truck, helping you into the front seat as you continued to hold the towel against your hand.

A speedy -literally since Rafe was going at least 20 over the limit- trip to the hospital, a half an hour wait, and five stitches later, you were back in Rafe’s truck, Topper asleep in the back as you and Rafe sat in silence, you staring out the window as he drove.

Well, you two were sitting in silence until Rafe decided to break it. “You okay?"

You shrugged, holding up your hand. “What do you think?"

Rafe glanced at you. “That’s not what I mean."

You closed your eyes, holding back a tear. “He couldn't even be bothered to say goodbye. I’ve been his friend since first grade and while you and Top were in the kitchen with me, he decided to sneak off with her. Not to make sure I was okay. He left without a word to any one of us because he deemed her more important." You ranted. “I get it. He won't ever love me like I love him, I can live with that. It hurts but I can live with it. But I don't think I can handle him just throwing our entire friendship out the window." You turned to Rafe, tears finally slipping down your cheeks. “Why am I not good enough for him?"

Rafe was quick to pull to the side of the road, throw the truck in park as he unbuckled himself, and lean over the center console, enveloping you in a hug. “You are good enough, Y/n/n. Maybe not to him because he’s blind as hell and can’t see how fucking amazing you are, but to Top and I, you are the greatest person to ever walk the earth. You deserve someone who is going to love and cherish you as hard as you love and cherish them. Kelce doesn’t deserve that kind of love from you." Rafe told you, one of his hands coming up to rest on your head.

A second pair of arms awkwardly wrapped around you from the backseat and you moved your arms to wrap one around Rafe and one around Topper.

“Rafe’s right, Y/n. You deserve only the best and Kelce isn’t it. Tonight proved that.”

The next day, you stayed home to rest while Topper and Rafe went to The Wreck to pick up some lunch where they ran into Kelce.

“Hey, guys. Sorry for dipping last night. Hallie wanted us to have some alone time." He told the two boys.

"You two always have alone time," Topper muttered.

"We had to take Y/n/n to the hospital last night," Rafe stated, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Holy shit. Why?"

"Remember when she yelped last night? Probably not since you were occupied but she cut herself on a knife. She’s got five stitches in her hand."

“Shit man. I’ll drop by and see her."Kelce responded, causing Rafe to shake his head.

“Don’t bother.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Don’t bother her." Kelce chuckled at his friend’s words. “I’m serious Kelce. Don’t visit her. She doesn’t want to see you right now."

Kelce narrowed his eyes at Rafe. “You can’t tell me when I can and can’t see my best friend, Rafe."

Rafe scoffed. “Some fucking best friend you are ditching your friends for some chick while your best friend is bleeding all over Topper’s countertops."

“I didn’t think she got hurt. I thought she saw a spider or something."

“You should’ve fucking checked! Instead, you ran off with Hallie, as usual. You’ve known Y/n/n since grade school and couldn’t even say bye to her. Do you know how fucked up that is? Do you know how much you hurt her?" Kelce opened his mouth to speak but Rafe stopped him. “I don’t want you near her for a while. Go ahead and hang out with Hallie as much as you want during that time. And during that time, I guarantee you’ll realize how badly you fucked up and you can give her the apology she deserves.” And then Rafe grabbed the to-go bag and left, Topper following behind.

Rafe let you know exactly what he said to Kelce, saying he was doing this for your own good so you can get over your feelings for him and that’s exactly what you did.

Rafe was with you practically every day, supplying you with much-needed hugs and cuddles while your feelings for your friend died out. However, with those feelings dying out and you spending so much time with Rafe, new feelings blossomed, this time for Rafe, the person who had become your rock.

Naturally, you tried to ignore it, playing it off as a crush that developed because he was looking out for you, but as the weeks passed, you couldn’t help but notice how right it felt to be in his arms when he hugged you hello and goodbye. Or how every time he grabbed your hand to hold it in his own, the little sparks would go off. You couldn’t emotionally handle being in love with another friend so you did something to get the words out without actually having to tell Rafe or having him find out.

You wrote it down.

It wasn’t a long or emotional letter, more like a lunchbox note, but it helped you deal with your feelings in a way. You understood now why Lara Jean wrote all her crushes a letter but never sent them because if this is how you felt after writing two sentences max, you could only imagine how she felt writing whole ass letters. However, you forgot one little detail.

Hiding it.

You were in the shower when Rafe arrived, calling out an ‘I’m here’ to which you responded with an ‘okay’. You didn’t think much of Rafe stopping by unannounced nor did you think much of that small little note that was sitting on your desk, on top of some textbook for some class you had to make flashcards for but couldn’t focus on because you were on facetime with Rafe.

Maybe it was fate or maybe it was Rafe just not being able to sit and wait for you that had him wandering over to your desk to see how many flashcards you completed. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly as he read one index card, picking it up to read it again.

And that’s when you came out of the bathroom.

“Is this true?" He questioned, holding the card between his pointer and middle finger.

A confused look settled on your face as you walked closer and then your heart began to race as you reread what you wrote, a panic setting in.

You will never truly know how much I love and care about you, Rafe Cameron. You are the apple of my eye.

“Oh god, you weren’t supposed to see that."You whispered, reaching for the index card. Rafe extended the card out of your reach and read it for a third time as you closed your eyes, holding back tears of embarrassment as your mind screamed at you to do some damage control. “I’m sorry, Rafe. I just- I don’t really have an expla-"

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for," he reassured you, smiling as he once again looked at the note before meeting your gaze. “I love you too. That’s kind of why I dropped by. I wanted to tell you that.”

If you didn’t know Rafe, you would’ve told him not to play with your emotions. You did know him though and you knew that he was being completely honest with you.

So you did the thing you’ve been dreaming of for the past couple of weeks.

You threw your arms around his neck and smashed your lips against his.

At that moment, you felt calm, as if you were at home, sitting by a fire with a blanket around you and a mug of hot chocolate in your hand. You felt completely at peace.

Rafe was the one to break the kiss, pulling away after a minute, a smile plastered on his lips as he held up the index card once more. “I’ll have you know I’m keeping this. I will be buried with this." You rolled your eyes as he kissed the tip of your nose. “I’m serious. Next to you, this is my most treasured possession.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “Thank you for being here for me through all this craziness."

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

~~~~~~

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The Other Woman {Ward Cameron}

Author's Notes: Ward has a mistress - but part of me also feels like Rose was the mistress at another point in his life. I have a feeling this story is very niche, but I wanted to write it. So..here we go. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

Warnings: Cheating, obviously. Character is very much of age - I'm thinking mid 30s.. Drinking, Sexual tension - sexual references/innuendos

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His house was quiet, and that wasn't very common. For a man with three children - all within their teen years- it wasn't often that he had his grandiose home to himself.

Ward Cameron sat at his large, well polished desk and looked out the bay windows at the expansive property he had worked so hard for. He reached into the crystal vase upon the desk and pulled out a cigar, running his fingertips over it as he thought about the time he had to himself.

He placed the cigar delicately back on the desk and then reached for his cell phone. He opened up his contacts and scrolled through to find her name, then hit the dial button.

The phone rang, rang and rang. She liked to make him wait despite the way he had told her, many times, he didn't like to be kept waiting. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the wood of his desk as he approached the sixth ring, her voicemail about to pick up.

"Hi." Her voice sang on the other end of the voice, out of breath.

"Where were you?" Ward asked gruffly as he placed his cigar back in the crystal vase. He wasn't ready for it just yet.

"I just got finished working out, Ward." She breathed out.

"Yoga or Pilates today?" Ward inquired, his voice low.

"Treadmill. I'm sweaty and disgusting." She replied, that cocky smile and eyebrow raise beyond evident.

"Good. Don't change. I'll be over in 15 minutes." Ward stated as he stood up from his executive seat, and reached for his keys at the edge of his desk. He hung up the phone and made his way quickly from his office at the corner of the house and out to his vehicle, still warm from the setting sun.

He made it to her home in record time. The small house that could fit inside Tannyhill almost three times over sat between The Cut and Figure Eight - No Man's Land - as his wife kindly called it. There wasn't a lot around, not even other houses, but he knew that's why she liked it.

Ward parked his car, his shiny black SUV a sore thumb in front of her home. He clicked the lock button on his fob twice, to be sure, then made his way towards the front door.

"A 7p.m booty call? Man, you are old." She smiled as she opened her front door, and leaned against the frame to watch him as he made his way up the steps of her porch.

"Well, some of us don't have the luxury of living alone. Do we?" Ward asked as he ascended the stairs and made his way over to her, slow but with intention.

"Where is our friend Rose tonight?" She questioned as she pushed her body of the door frame to stand in front of him, her eyes scanning his body. So perfectly dressed for every occasion.

"At a meeting for the Women of Outer Banks Ladies Who Lunch Event." Ward grinned, his hands in his pocket.

"That's disgusting." She grimaced as she stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Ladies need lunch." Ward replied with a shrug while he removed his hands from his pockets to place them on her hips.

"I wouldn't know. I don't get invited to those types of events." She replied as she placed her hands on his shoulders, then slid her hands down to his chest.

"Yeah. Well, you don't want to be around those women anyways." Ward mumbled , his eyes looking just passed her and into the small home.

"Come inside, Ward. I'll make you a drink. Something fun. You've been drinking straight from the bottle for too long." She smiled as she removed her hands from his chest to take his hand and pull him inside.

Ward let the woman lead him inside her home, his eyes all over the objects inside as he familiarized himself with everything once more. He closed the door gently behind him then made his way up behind her as she looked over her small collection of bottles on a small bar cart.

"I always keep just a tiny bottle of scotch here for you, even though it's disgusting. I think you should have something fun, with lime or something. But it's your choice." She stated as her back was to him, the bottles clanking together as she read the labels.

Ward closed the distance between them, his chest pressed to her back as he stood directly behind her. He took hold of her waist and turned her around. A small smile passed his thin lips as she gasped at his firm touch. His rough fingertips smoothed over the curves of her body, catching on the material of her clothes.

"You're not that sweaty." Ward mumbled as his hands reached beneath the waistband of her shorts to gently touch her skin.

"It took you forever to get here." She quipped with a smirk, a small shiver running down her spine at the feel of his hands on her.

Ward chuckled at his lover's impatience. The drive from Tannyhill to No Man's Land was less than 15 minutes, 10 with the way he drove. He rolled the waistband of her tight workout pants down, showing off her hips. He pressed his forehead to hers and let her unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt.

"How do you feel about going for a ride on the boat next weekend?" Ward asked as he pressed a kiss to the side of her face, his hands firmly on the sides of her ass.

"You want to take me out on your yacht?" She questioned as she pulled back to look up him, a smile crossing his face.

"I wouldn't call it a yacht, but yes." Ward grinned, a hand removed from her backside to reach up and push a piece of hair behind her ear.

"What about -"

"Rose and the girls will be out of town for some sort of bonding trip. And Rafe will be, well. I don't know where Rafe goes, but he won't have the boat." Ward replied with a soft sigh as he placed his hand on the side of her neck.

"You know, you're too hard on him. You were a 19 year old boy at one point your life, too." She stated as her fingers continued their trail down his shirt, undoing his buttons.

"Well, when I was 19 years old I was working three jobs and paying my own way through school. Not asking for handouts on top of allowances. He and I, we're different." Ward sighed as he removed his hands from his lover, slowly backing away from her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up. I know that he's kind of an issue for you right now." She replied, as she ran her hands over her face.

As Ward opened his mouth to reply, he touched his pocket, a deep sigh rumbling in his chest. He pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear.

"Hello, sweetheart." Ward greeted, pasting on a beaming smile despite how his eyes looked so sad over at his lover.

"I'm just at the office finishing up a few contracts. Do you need me now?" He asked as he placed his other hand in his pocket, pacing the small living room.

"Okay. I'll be there in about 20 minutes, meet me in our usual pick up spot. Love you too, Wheezie." Ward ended the conversation with his youngest, then placed the phone back in his pocket with another heavy sigh.

He looked across the room at her again, his eyes apologetic. He took the few steps over to her and wrapped her in his arms again, placing a small kiss to the top of her head.

"I have to go." Ward mumbled as he pulled her close.

"It's okay. Guess I'll just shower without you." She replied, a small smile on her face as she pressed a kiss to his chest.

"I suppose so. But next weekend I'll be here early in the morning to pick you up to take you out on the water, okay? I promise." Ward stated, a smile of his own crossing his lips.

"Whatever you say, Ward." She shrugged as she placed her hands on his sides, under his unbuttoned shirt to keep him close.

Ward leaned down to press his lips to hers, the whiskers of his beard tickling to soft skin of her face. As quickly as his lips were there, he pulled away. He took his hands off of her to begin buttoning up his shirt once more. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and slowly made his way towards her front door again, his fingertips touching his lips before he turned back to her.

"9am. Saturday. I will be here and I expect you to be out front waiting for me." Ward stated firmly, a small smile on his bearded face.

"Yes, sir." She replied as she brought her hand to her head for a salute.

Ward pointed a finger at her with warning before he tossed her a wink and walked out the front door towards his car, which he was always surprised was still there. He got in the car and drove off of No Man's Land, his hopes alive for the chance to come back on Saturday to take her for a ride on his boat.

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Requested by MEEEEEE lol / Summary: Rafe has nowhere else to go after Ward kicks him out of the house and he finds himself on the doorstep of your house. What will the rest of the pogues think of your new roommate?  

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It was way passed one o clock in the morning when you woke up to someone knocking on the door. “no... shut up..” You groan, turning over and pulling your pillow over your ear to block out the knocking. 

Part of you should have probably been worried to be woken from your slumber to someone knocking, but you lived on the cut and lived in the marsh where you didn’t have anything worth stealing. You should have also been worried about being home alone, but your father worked an oil rig off shore and he wasn’t home months at a time, so you were use to being home alone. 

The person continued to knock and you muttered some curse words before finally tossing the blankets off you and heading toward your front door, “I’m coming! Jesus..” You had to rub the sleep out of your eyes to make sure you weren’t dreaming and to make sure your mind playing tricks on you because this had to be a dream. Rafe Cameron is standing at your door. 

“I had no where else to go.” He croaks as he lets his shoulders fall, “He kicked me out.” 

You and Rafe weren’t for the usual pogue vs kook thing like everyone else on the island was. You’d even go far enough to call yourself friends. Friends who’d had a few intimate moments. 

You ushered him into the house and closed the door behind him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug. It was then that he let everything out and started to cry in your arms. “I’ll never be good enough for him...” 

You two stayed up talking for the longest where he’d explained what went down before Ward kicked him out. You offered your place to stay for as long as he needed, but he would need to pull his own weight, which meant trying to find a job. He turned his nose up at the suggestion, “Me? Rafe Cameron working?” 

“If you want to eat and live then yeah. You, Rafe Cameron working.” You laughed, shoving his shoulder, “It’s called not everyone has a rich daddy.”  

He groaned as he fell back on the bed, “How horrid!” 

“I do it almost everyday! It’s not that bad.” You laid down next to him, “I’ll ask around, see if I can find you something.” 

He turns his head to look at you, “Thank you. For letting me crash and offering to help find a job.” 

“I’m just paying you back for saving my ass that night.” You’d been at the wrong place, wrong time and was about to be arrested for it when Rafe had appeared out of no where and talked to the officer. Telling the officer you’d been with him the whole time and weren’t anywhere near what had happened. 

He turns on his side and props himself up on his arm, “Couldn’t let you go to jail. You’re too pretty for jail.” 

You can’t help but let your heart flutter at his words. He was serious with his compliment but you weren’t sure how to react. Deciding to play it off, you playfully roll your eyes, “And you’re too pretty to live on the streets.” You laugh and reach over to turn off your light, “Let’s go to sleep.” 

~ 

“What the hell is this!” Kie screeched as she’d opened the door to your bedroom, the pogues behind her. You all had plans today to go fishing, but you weren’t waiting on the dock when they arrived so they decided to see what the hold up was. They didn’t expect to find you curled in bed with Rafe Cameron. 

“Shit!” You quickly sit up, remembering the plans you all had, “It’s not what it looks like.” 

“Not what it looks like?!” JJ asks. 

“Looks like you’re in bed with Rafe Cameron!” John B adds. 

You groan and throw the covers off you, getting out of bed, shooing them out the room, “I’ll explain.” 

Rafe groaned as he woke up, “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing.. just go back to bed.” You said softly, pushing the pogues out of the room. “I’ll handle this.” 

He watches as you push the pogues out of your room and shut the door. Uh oh. 

~ 

“What the hell y/n? Have you lost your mind?” Kie asks as soon as y’all make it to the living room. 

“Out of everyone, Rafe Cameron?” Pope asks, “He’s given us shit for months!” 

“Like I said before, it’s not what it looks like. We didn’t sleep together.” You head into the kitchen to make you a cup of coffee, the pogues following. 

“Then why is Rafe Cameron in your bed?” John B asks. 

You debate telling them the truth; “Can you guys just trust me when I tell you it’s not what it looks like?” 

“No, we can’t. Not after everything that asshole has done to us.” JJ answers, “He’s a snake and a kook. There shouldn’t be a reason for him in your bed.” 

“Okay first of all, who is in my bed is none of your concern.” You warn JJ with a point of a finger, “You’ve fucked almost every girl on the island and every touron who gives you a look, so you can’t say shit. and second, he’s a friend who needed a place to crash, so I gave him one.” 

John B scoffs at that, “What Tanneyhill didn’t have enough rooms for him?” 

“No asshole, his dad kicked him out. You happy now?” You grab the sugar and cream and set them on the counter. 

“It’s Rafe Cameron, he could have gone to anyone else on this island. I mean anyone, he’s friends with everyone. But.. why you?” Pope asks with suspicion. 

“Yeah, y/n. Why would he come to you, a pogue he is supposed to hate looking for a place to stay?” Kie asks, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“You know that night you all ditched me after shit went down at the Boneyard? Yeah well, Rafe was the one who talked me out of being arrested.” You look up at them, “He’s the one who saved my ass while you all just ditched.” 

“We couldn’t get arrested either. You could have ran.” JJ scoffs, “We all did.” 

“They already had it surrounded by the time I reached the tree lines.” 

“Okay but that still doesn’t answer the question of why you.” John B says, his hands on the island in front of him. 

“I don’t know john b maybe he sees me as a friend?! If you haven’t noticed, he’s stopped fucking with you guys, including me. The kooks who mess with us aren’t his buddies. He’s a good guy, if you’d just get to know him. If you’d just give him a chance.” 

Kie gives a half-hearted laugh, “Get to know him.. Yeah okay. You mean sleep with him, don’t you? You’ve slept with him?” 

You step up at Kie, “Like I told JJ, who I fuck is none of your concern.” 

“Alright. let’s just calm down.” Pope mutters, stepping between the two of you, “Kie, y/n is right. Who she.. sleeps with isn’t our concern.” 

“Yeah but y/n you should have told us about this. About you and Rafe. Maybe it wouldn’t have come with such a shock.” John B states with a shrug. 

“It would have been the same reaction you all have now. What does that matter? You all would still be scolding me for getting even close to Rafe or thinking of him as a friend.” 

“She’s right though.” JJ mutters and gives a shrug when the pogues look at him, “I mean it’s the truth. You guys really think we’d be okay with it if she told us it from the beginning?” 

“Fine whatever, okay then why is he here? Why’d his dad kick him out?” 

“I don’t-” 

“Because I didn’t want anything to do with him or his business.” Rafe interrupts, walking into the kitchen and to your side at the counter, “He wanted me to take over the company, be just like him and I said no.” He glances down at you then back up at the pogues, “Plus, I told him I was in love with someone he didn’t approve of.” 

~ 

“You’re.. in love with her?” JJ asks, pointing to you. 

You’re looking up at Rafe in disbelief, “Me?” 

He scratches the back of his neck, “yeah.. I mean this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you...” 

“I love you too..” You whisper with a smile and pull him in for a kiss. 

“oh no.. don’t do it.” JJ groans covering his eyes. 

“Well shit.” John B mutters. 

“I guess pogues vs kooks is over now?” Pope asks. 

Rafe smiles into the kiss, holding you against his body, “I guess I’m a pogue now that I’ve been kicked out?” 

You shook your head with a laugh, “Oh honey, you’re definitely still a kook.” 

“yeah no you’ve never worked a real job in your life.” Kie laughs, “You’re a kook.” 

What else was there to say to you? He loved you, you loved him. The pogues were your friends and even though they’d have to get use to it, they’d still support you and Rafe’s relationship because that’s what friends are for. 

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