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been watching criminal minds and reading @issues4him cop!rafe works and now iâm obsessed with the idea of detective!rafe
like imagine detective!rafe with reader whoâs a suspect in a murder heâs investigating⊠juicy
#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron au#detective!rafe#chat does this make sense#outer banks#obx#obx au
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i need to know what we all think about detective!rafe bc iâve been having brain rot about it and i canât find anythingđ
LIKE?????
#simpforboys#rafe cameron#detective!rafe#detective!rafe cameron#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x female reader#drew starkey
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JAKE GYLLENHAAL as detective Loki in PRISONERS (2013)
#filmedit#prisoners#prisoners 2013#jgyllenhaaledit#jake gyllenhaal#detective loki#moviegifs#doyouevenfilm#fyeahmovies#userbbelcher#mancandykings#dailyflicks#useroptional#movieedit#myedit#that haircut...#ĐżĐŸĐŽĐ»Đ”ŃŃ ĐČŃĐ” Đș лОŃŃ#we lost rafe adler here
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i was watching true detective s1, and it got me thinking of homicidedetective!rafe and his partner, reader, who is so weird and off-putting that he's just like 'what the fuck is wrong with you ???'
like, they're working on solving a string of murders, and she seems completely unbothered by the gore and horrific nature of the crimes, always wanting to get closer and see things first-hand. she's always saying odd things that make him wonder if she's secretly some serial killer, and she's going to kill him next. but really, she just has a passion and is not a people person, so she doesn't really understand that talking about murder like she does is not socially acceptable behavior.
#đ#đŠč Ś đ đ sol writes .á#she's a great detective#she just isnât a people person#she's just like me fr#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron concept#rafe cameron concepts#rafe#rafe x reader#rafe fanfiction#rafe concept#rafe concepts#outer banks#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks concept#obx#obx fanfiction#obx concept
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TV Fictional Characters
The Pines & Friends supremacy continues.
Bill Cipher | Gravity Falls
Alastor | Hazbin Hotel
Anthony J. Crowley | Good Omens
Aziraphale | Good Omens
Stanley Pines | Gravity Falls
Stanford Pines | Gravity Falls
Lucifer Morningstar | Hazbin Hotel
Evan Buckley | 9-1-1
Mabel Pines | Gravity Falls
Dipper Pines | Gravity Falls
Dean Winchester | Supernatural
Edmundo Diaz | 9-1-1
Charlie Morningstar | Hazbin Hotel
Fiddleford McGucket | Gravity Falls
Lestat de Lioncourt | Interview with the Vampire
Louis de Pointe du Lac | Interview with the Vampire
Castiel | Supernatural
Eddie Munson | Stranger Things
Armand | Interview with the Vampire
Steve Harrington | Stranger Things
Daniel Molloy | Interview with the Vampire
Will Graham | Hannibal
Colin Bridgerton | Bridgerton
Penelope Featherington | Bridgerton
Tommy Kinard | 9-1-1
Hannibal Lecter | Hannibal
Zuko | Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rhaenyra Targaryen | House of the Dragon
Edwin Payne | Dead Boy Detectives
Leonardo | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Alicent Hightower | House of the Dragon
Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom
Charles Rowland | Dead Boy Detectives
Donatello | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Aemond Targaryen | House of the Dragon
Vox | Hazbin Hotel
Husk | Hazbin Hotel
Sam Winchester | Supernatural
Spock | Star Trek
Twilight Sparkle | My Little Pony
Rafe Cameron | Outer Banks
Katara | Avatar: The Last Airbender
Jax | The Digital Amazing Circus
The Fifteenth Doctor | Doctor Who
Aegon II Targaryen | House of the Dragon
Spencer Reid | Criminal Minds
Sokka | Avatar: The Last Airbender
Aang | Avatar: The Last Airbender
Fluttershy | My Little Pony
Michelangelo | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
The Tenth Doctor | Doctor Who
Adam | Hazbin Hotel
Dr. Gregory House | House MD
James Wilson | House MD
Donna Noble | Doctor Who
Pinkie Pie | My Little Pony
The Fourteenth Doctor | Doctor Who
Raphael | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Mike Wheeler | Stranger Things
Rainbow Dash | My Little Pony
Will Byers | Stranger Things
Stede Bonnet | Our Flag Means Death
Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir | Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir
Edward Teach | Our Flag Means Death
Megatron | Transformers
Joel Miller | The Last of Us
Rarity | My Little Pony
Marienette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug | Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir
Arthur Pendragon | Merlin
Agatha Harkness | the Marvel universe
Ellie Williams | The Last of Us
James T. Kirk | Star Trek
Optimus Prime | Transformers
Cooper Howard | Fallout
Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock
Ruby Sunday | Doctor Who
Daemon Targaryen | House of the Dragon
Luz Noceda | The Owl House
Helaena Targaryen | House of the Dragon
Bobby Nash | 9-1-1
Anthony Bridgerton | Bridgerton
Claudia | Interview with the Vampire
Rose Tyler | Doctor Who
Loki Laufeyson | the Marvel universe
Sun Wukong | Lego Monkie Kid
Niko Sasaki | Dead Boy Detectives
Sally Jackson | the Percy Jackson universe
Jacaerys Velaryon | House of the Dragon
Rio Vidal | the Marvel universe
Nightcrawler | the Marvel universe
Simon Petrikov | Adventure Time
Rosie | Hazbin Hotel
Izzy Hands | Our Flag Means Death
Howard "Chimney" Han | 9-1-1
Ahsoka Tano | the Star Wars universe
Omega | the Star Wars universe
Mobius M. Mobius | the Marvel universe
Wallace Wells | the Scott Pilgrim franchise
Hunter | the Star Wars universe
Gambit | the Marvel universe
This is a returning list! Yay!
There are some great Gravity Falls Communities over here, in case you're interested đ
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orange soda crush àŒ*·Ë



pairing: popular!rafe x shy!femreader ౚà§
summary: rafe's grades were slipping, to say the least. your school assigns you as his tutor, hoping maybe you could save him. one afternoon, rafe shows up to your house with in need of some help.
warning(s): dry humping, fingering, finger licking, mentions of biting (hickeys), thigh riding, marijuana use, swearing, size kink if you squint, mentions of scratching, slight overstim, rafe becomes whipped so possessiveness, innocence corruption(?), praise, slight perv!rafe, titobsessed!rafe, dni if you don't like!!!
mentions of: rafey, rafe is called a "sex symbol", y/n, sweetheart, good girl, baby, sweet girl, dumbass, needy girl, slut, doll, cute, pretty ౚà§
a/n: if not known already, this is basically a obx highschool au, pogues and looks still exist but it's more like jocks and nerds. both reader and rafe are seniors, not minors! I don't have much experience with writing fics but here's my current fixation, enjoy & leave notes! <3
word count: 4168
divider by: @issysh3ll
y/n had been sitting quietly in her history class, the bell signaling the end of the period ringing in the distance. she was gathering her books when the overhead speaker crackled to life, interrupting the usual noise of students packing up.
"pardon this interruption, y/n l/n, please report to principal phelpâs office immediately."
the announcement hung in the air, drawing the attention of a few nearby students. she froze, a slight chill running through her. she wasnât the type to get into troubleâher grades were impeccable, she kept to herself, and she was always on time. so why was she being called to the principalâs office? her mind raced through all the possible reasons, none of which seemed likely. had she missed an assignment? was there a mistake with her records? or was it the skirt she decided to wear today that definitely didnât meet the dress code?
her heart pounded as she made her way down the hall, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor. as she approached the principalâs office, she noticed the usual hustle and bustle of students outside. some of them exchanged glances, their curious eyes following her every step, looking her up and down with whispers and sly looks. when she reached the door, she hesitated for a moment before knocking lightly.
"come in," came the deep voice of principal phelps.
she opened the door to find him sitting behind his desk, a manila folder in front of him. the room was neat, almost too perfect, the smell of old books and polished wood filling the air. but what really caught her off guard was the figure sitting across from him.
rafe cameron, the school's golden boy.
her stomach dropped. rafe was sitting with his arms crossed, his signature smirk plastered across his face as he looked over at her. His messy curtain and athletic jacket seemed almost out of place in the sterile office, like he didnât belong in this space. she had always known of him, of course. he was the star quarterback, the guy everyone knew by name, the one who seemed to glide effortlessly through life. and now, here he was, looking at her as if he had all the time in the world, while she, on the other hand, was caught off guard and confused.
"there she is, come on in we were just talking about you." principal phelps said with a warm smile, though she could detect a hint of urgency in his tone. "take a seat."
she sat down hesitantly, trying to avoid looking directly at rafe. the tension in the air was palpable, and she was acutely aware of how out of place she felt in this situation.
"y/n," principal phelps began, folding his hands in front of him, his expression turning serious, "Iâve called you here because I need a favor. you know rafe, right?"
you glanced at rafe again, his eyes diverted to something else in the room as if he wasnât staring at you. he seemed unfazed by the situation, though there was a subtle flicker of something in his eyes. "um, yeah," you said quietly, not sure where this conversation was going.
principal phelps nodded. "well, rafe here has been struggling in a few subjects. heâs having difficulty with math, english, and history.â principal phelps cleared his throat trying to ignore the fact that he named almost every class. âand unfortunately, his grades are slipping dangerously low. If he doesnât get his grades up, he could lose his eligibility to play on the football team, which would jeopardize his scholarship opportunities." he paused, giving her a moment to process the gravity of the situation.
she blinked, her mind racing. rafe? struggling? the same rafe who could probably get away with doing the bare minimum and still pass every class? the same rafe with the fancy sport cars and the fancy mansion he threw ragers in? (allegedly, sheâs never been to one.) the same rafe who had never so much as acknowledged her existence in all the years theyâd been in school?
"Iâm asking you," principal phelps continued, leaning forward slightly, "to tutor rafe for the next few weeks. he needs to pass these subjects to stay on track. and I know youâre one of our top students, y/n. youâre smart, diligent, and patientâexactly what rafe needs right now."
rafe shifted in his chair, his smirk faltering for just a moment. "yeah, sweetheart," he added with a lazy grin, "I could use your help. think you can handle it?" he glanced down at her thighs, and then back up at her. she felt her face flush at the sudden name.
her mind was spinning. she had never thought of rafe as anything more than the popular guyâsomeone sheâd seen in the hallways but never really interacted with. actually, that was a lie, the thinking part. she actually would think about rafe alot when she was bored, specifically his toned body and the way he bit his lip when he was thinking. she had no idea how to deal with someone like him.
"IâI donât know," she stammered, feeling her face flush. "Iâm not sure Iâm the right person for this."
principal phelpsâs voice softened, but there was still a sense of urgency in his words. "Iâm sure you are. rafe, here, is a good kid at heart, but heâs under a lot of pressure. If you help him out, it could mean a lot to himâand to his future."
rafeâs eyes met hers again, and for a split second, she thought she saw something other than cockinessâa hint of desperation, maybe even embarrassment. but it was gone before she could fully understand it.
she took a deep breath. she had never been one to shy away from responsibility, even if the situation seemed overwhelming. she didnât want to be the one to deny him help, especially when it could affect his future.
"okay," she finally said, her voice steady but unsure. "Iâll help."
principal phelps smiled, relief flooding his face. "thank you, y/n. I know this is a lot to ask, but I think youâre exactly what rafe needs."
as she stood up to leave, she felt the weight of the task ahead of her settle in. she glanced one more time at rafe, who was still sitting there, his posture slightly more relaxed now. He didnât say anything, but she could feel the tension between them already starting to form, a mix of uncertainty and something unspoken.
"see you tomorrow, then," she said, her words more for herself than for him, before leaving the office to prepare for what was about to be an unexpected and challenging journey.
over the past two weeks, y/n and rafe had settled into a rhythm, though it was far from smooth at first. their tutoring sessions started awkwardlyârafe's usual cocky demeanor clashed with y/nâs quiet, no-nonsense attitude. he would slouch in his chair, often cracking jokes or making sarcastic comments, testing her patience. but y/n, determined to get him through the material, refused to let him off the hook. slowly, she found ways to get through to him, breaking down complicated equations and historical events into relatable, bite-sized pieces. rafe, surprisingly, started to respond. he still struggled, but he began showing up earlier for their sessions, staying later, and even asking questions without the usual bravado.
as the days passed, the tutoring sessions shifted from strictly academic to more personal. one evening, as they were going over a particularly difficult history assignment, rafe let slip that his father had been pushing him to be the perfect athlete, to always be "the best." "Itâs not just about football," rafe admitted, his tone more vulnerable than she had ever heard. "I just donât want to disappoint him, you know?" y/n was taken aback. she had always seen rafe as the confident jock, but here was a side of him she hadnât expectedâa young man weighed down by more than just his grades. she listened quietly, offering a rare, understanding smile that made rafe pause for a moment. after that, their sessions felt different. the walls that had once separated them began to crumble.
In the weeks that followed, their conversations drifted beyond just homework. rafe started sharing bits of his life with youâhow he used to love painting when he was younger, how he struggled with anxiety before big games, and how he was terrified of failing his senior year. you, in turn, opened up as well, telling rafe about your dream of becoming a lawyer and how you often felt like an outsider at school. the two of you discovered common ground in your shared feelings of pressure, and the lines between tutor and student began to blur. with each passing session, you became more comfortable with one another, a connection forming that neither had anticipatedâone built on mutual respect, trust, and the quiet bond of shared struggle.
it was a quiet evening when y/n heard the unexpected knock on her door. she glanced at the clockâthere was no study session scheduled for that night, so she wasnât expecting anyone. her parents were out, and she had been planning on catching up on some reading. she opened the door, a little confused, only to find rafe standing on her porch, looking uncharacteristically disheveled. his usual confident posture was gone, replaced with an uneasy slouch. his eyes were almost bloodshot, and he wore an unfamiliar look on his faceâvulnerable, even fragile.
"rafe?" y/n asked, surprised. "what are you doing here?"
he ran a hand through his messy hair and let out a small, strained laugh. "IâI know this is weird. but I, uh... I had a fight with my dad. a big one. heâs pissed about my grades and shit again, and heâs been on my case all week." rafe hesitated, biting his lip as if trying to hold back a wave of frustration. "I... I got high. like really fucking high I know I shouldnât have, but I just couldnât handle it. and I needed to get out of there." he looked down at his shoes, his words a little rushed. "I justâ" he sighed, clearly frustrated with himself. "I donât know, I thought maybe youâdâjust let me hang out for a bit. I didnât know where else to go. I didn't wanna seem like a pussy to all of my dumbass friends."
y/n stood frozen for a moment, processing his words. she had never seen him like this. the rafe she knew was always in control, always surrounded by his friends, the football team, and the unshakable air of confidence. this version of himâlost, raw, and uncertainâwas a stark contrast. her heart softened at the sight of him, and despite the oddness of the situation, she stepped aside and motioned for him to come in.
"come in," she said, her voice gentle. "letâs sit down."
rafe walked in slowly, his movements sluggish, still unsure of what to say. she led him to the living room and handed him a glass of water, sitting down next to him, a soft hand placed on his back. the room was filled with the low voice of lana del ray and soft hum of the evening, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. rafe finally looked up, meeting her gaze with a look of quiet gratitude mixed with embarrassment along with something untraceable. "I didnât mean to show up like this, but I didnât know who else I could trust with this."
y/nâs heart tightened. she had no idea how much weight rafe had been carrying, how much pressure he was under from his father and the constant expectations of being perfect. In that moment, she realized how little she had truly known about him, and yet here he wasâvulnerable, raw, and seeking comfort from the one person he had never expected to rely on.
"you donât have to explain," she said softly. "Iâm glad you came." she gave him a weak smile, rafe felt his heart flutter. "so.. how'd you get high? is that stupid question? sorry, you know people are bringing cocaine back into school." he chuckles, she lets out a giggle. "no cocaine here sweetheart, just this." rafe reached into his pocket and pulled out a weed pen, but y/n had never seen anything like it. it was super colorful and weirdly shaped, not like the ones she would see in the bathroom. "can I hold it?" she glanced at rafe, her doe eyes dimly lit with the faint lighting coming from the lamp in the corner. "why? you smoke? no way." he raised his eyebrow at her, but handed her the pen anyway.
"no, I don't smoke but.." she pauses, biting her lip, "I'm tempted. maybe you're just a really bad influence." he scoffed at her, "give it a try, just hold the button and pull it." y/n stood at the device in her hand uncertain. "what do you mean pull?" rafe held back his laugh, she shoots him a glare. "I'm serious." she playfully shoved him.
"yeah yeah I can see that, by pull I mean, suck on it I guess." her face heats up, cursing herself for letting such innocent words cause a fluttery feeling in her stomach. "okay, I'll try." she focused her attention of the pen and did as rafe said, she put the pen up to her lips and "sucked." rafe watched intensely as her lips wrapped around the tip of the pen, he swallows hard. trying to keep his composure, aka stop staring at your boobs in your thin strapped top or imagine your lips wrapped around his dick like that.
you slightly inhale the smoke and it immediately gets caught in your throat. you're now in a coughing frenzy, embarrassed as rafe pats your back. "atta girl, that's how you do it don't try to hold it in, let it out." y/n found herself coughing even more at the sly remarks. she stands up and walks over to the kitchen hastily grabbing an orange fanta from the fridge. she struggles to open it due to her latest french tip set, rafe notices her struggling and walks over. he opens the can with one hand with a sizzle pop! noise, she brings the drink to her lips hoping to relieve her dry mouth.
after taking a couple minutes to calm down, y/n offers rafe to come up to her room. it comes off as a surprise, rafe had never been anywhere in y/n's house except the living room and kitchen, never upstairs. but with no complaint, he follows behind her, watching the way her ass moves as she climbs up the steps. they make it to her room and it's safe to say, it was tidy. everything seemed like it had a place, and the room was lit with purple led's. but the best part of it all, was her bed. the mattress was extremely comfortable and she had an abundance of pillows as well as plushies.
"yeah this fits you, like a doll in a dollhouse." he walks around her room a bit before sitting on her bed getting comfortable.
meanwhile, y/n on the other hand was in a whole other world.
her ears were burning almost, she could hear her heartbeat and her whole body was tingling. she felt nothing short of amazing, euphoric even.
the usual walls between them had melted away, and now, as the evening dragged on, the space between them felt more intimate than it ever had before. there was movie was playing on her TV, but neither of them seemed particularly interested in it. they were both laughing at the silly dialogue and weird moments on the screen, but most of the time their eyes kept drifting back to each other.
rafe broke the silence, his voice softer than usual. "you know," he said, arms wrapped around her waist as she sat on top of him, "this is the most chill Iâve felt in weeks." his eyes were a little glassy, but his smile was genuine, more relaxed than sheâd ever seen him. "Itâs nice being away from everything⊠away from the pressure."
she nodded, her head slightly spinning from the effects. the room felt warmer, the air thicker, and rafeâs presence seemed to fill the space between them in a way that felt new. he shifted, his chest brushing against her back, and neither of them pulled away. It felt like a small moment of intimacy, unspoken yet undeniable.
"yeah," she replied, her voice quieter now, "itâs nice not to think about all the things weâre supposed to be worrying about."
"I wonder, do you ever worry about me? think about me at night?" his tone was teasing, but there was something more behind it, something she could feel but couldnât quite place. It was an invitation, but also something moreâlike a question she wasnât sure how to answer. "so much goes on behind those pretty eyes."
y/n felt her heart beat a little faster as she considered it. part of her wanted to stay upright on his lap, maintain the little distance they had been keeping, but something about rafeâs tone, the way his eyes held hers, made her hesitate. she wanted to trust this moment, to let it unfold without overthinking it. she melted into his touch, resting her head in the crook of his neck, thighs pressed together. "I do."
rafe shifted to make room as he breathed in the scent of vanilla, the bed soft beneath him. the air between them was electric now, charged with a tension that neither of them seemed willing to break. the movie was still playing, but neither of them were paying attention to it anymore. they were closer now, the space between them reduced to nothing and for the first time in a long time she wasn't sure of something, she wasnât sure if she was just feeling the effects of the weed or something more.
rafe leaned back against the pillows, his arms still wrapped around her body. "we donât have to watch the movie," he said, his voice almost too smooth, like he was testing the waters. his eyes didnât leave hers, his gaze intent and heavy, and in that moment, the world outside her room seemed to disappear.
y/nâs breath caught in her throat as the tension between them grew. every inch of her body was acutely aware of him, the way his presence felt so overwhelming, so magnetic. she had always seen rafe as someone distant, someone who belonged to a world she could never quite fit into. but now, with the smoke being blown in her face, taken in by slightly parted lips, she felt like they were on the same level.
she opened her mouth to respond, but the words didnât come. Instead, she just looked at him, her pulse racing as her mind swirled in the haze of the night.
"I wanna touch you."
rafe's breath fell heavy on her ear, sending a slight chill down her spine. her breath hitched, and there was that same flutter in her stomach. she didn't exactly have any experience in things like this but she wasn't entirely clueless, but never dealt with it hands on.
but rafe? he was a fucking sex symbol. several girls would literally leave notes in his locker with their address begging him to fuck them. but he would only rack up two bodies, or so it's said.
both of those girls transferred schools due to death threats.
but y/n doesn't understand why he would choose her.
"touch, me?" her voice was soft, but not afraid. infact, she was more relaxed than ever. "I wanna make you feel good, you're gonna be the fucking death of me. so innocent you don't even notice how you're straddling me, do you?" y/n took notice of how firmly planted on his thigh she was, no longer fully in his lap. "um, well.." rafe placed his hands on her hips, slowly guiding her back and forth. a jolt of pleasure shooting through her body, "rafey." a mewl creept from her lips, rafe was fucking aching in his sweats at this point. hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted slightly. "shit, you want me to stop? just give me the word i'll stop." he halts his movements, earning a disappointed whine.
"I don't want you to stop."
rafe curses under his breath, he slides her onto his lap and grinds his hips up into her, letting out a low groan. "you're a needy girl aren't you? so stressed and pent up. you can let go, I got you." rafe coo'd into her ear, placing soft kisses on her shoulders and moving to her neck, biting and sucking, hands rubbing all over her body, palming her boobs through her top, fingers brushing over her nipples.
rafe turns her head twords him, pressing their lips together. a mix of cherry lipgloss and orange fanta settling on his tongue. the kiss is sloppy and heated, the air in the room is thick as the movie in the background gets drowned out by moans and heavy breaths.
"such a sweet girl, you know that? all the shit you do for me? you deserve a fucking trophy." rafe showers her with praise has he goes back to kissing her neck, hands never leaving her body as she caught the rhythm on her own.
her brain was foggy with pleasure, lips parted but could't respond with anything but moans and "mhm's." rafe plays with the hem of her pajama pants, "can I?" she nods, "words, baby I need to hear you say it."
y/n, almost frustrated lets out a defeated sigh. "yes, but.." she hesitates. "can you take your shirt off?" she says quietly, as if she wasn't already in such a vulnerable state.
rafe chuckles at the sudden request, but does as she says. he pulls his black shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. y/n does the same. rafe is practically drooling at the sight of the pink lacy bra. his hands cup her breasts through the fabric, she arches her back against his chest. he slides his hand into her pants, glancing down to see that her underwear matched her bra. "so fucking cute."
he rubs her through the fabric, dampness seeping through the material. he teases her with long strides and rubs circles around her clit. he slips his hand into her underwear, almost moaning at the slick. y/n bites her swollen lip in an attempt to save her embarrassment.
"I want you to watch me."
her eyes slowly moved down to rafes hand in her pants, her face heated with embarrassment as she watched rafe's forearm and wrist flexed as he worked her clit, finger teasing her entrance. "I need you to relax, open your legs for me." rafe slowly parted her thighs with his free hand. "good fucking girl, so obedient." he kisses her cheek as he slides a digit into her sopping cunt. she inhales sharply, her head is thrown over his shoulder and her nails dig slightly into his arms.
"shit, just sucking me in. if I didn't know any better i'd think you were a slut." rafe's teasing manner never seemed to stop, he was two fingers, knuckle deep, in his supposed to be tutor. the only thing they were studying were eachothers body movements.
he found a steady pace working his fingers in and out of her, her moans becoming more high pitched, rafe could tell she was close. her hips bucked up into his hand, an unfamiliar knot forming in her stomach.
"rafeyâ 'm gonnaâ fuck!"
rafe was in genuine disbelief, not only did he cum in his pants but this was the first time he had ever heard you swear, tonight was a lot of firsts. the girl that he had been crushing on for weeks was about to cum on his fingers, moaning his name. he was never letting her go after this.
almost like it was on cue, y/n's orgasm hit like a truck. her entire body was shaking and she swore she saw starts. on top of that, rafe was still working his fingers in and out of her riding out her orgasm. she swatted his hands away and he took his hand out of her pants, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean. she falls off of his lap onto the cool comforter beside him, chest heaving. he lays beside her and wraps his arms around her waist.
"want me to go run a bath, sweetheart?" he kisses the nape of her neck and cages her in. "'n a minute, just stay here for a second."
"didn't plan on leaving." ౚà§
#rafe obx#rafe cameron#rafe x reader#rafe smut#smut#obx smut#obx rafe cameron#highschool au#jock#nerd#orange#lana del rey#fem reader#fluff#comfort#opposites attract
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clumsy!reader is still bad at yoga and yoga instructor!rafe wants to keep her all to himself...
c/w: rafe being touchy & blatantly flirting w her, him getting jealous, slightly suggestive, reader being oblivious, 18+ mdni!
wc: 1.9k
idk if anyone missed him but he's back & better than ever !! (after a small vacation that ended up being almost 3 months :D)
some parts are more or less inspired by this, this, this & this ask
part 1
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Rafe is in the midst of helping someone fix their posture when he hears the gates of heaven opening in the form of a melodious giggle chiming from the back of the room. He lifts his head in order to detect the source of such a vibrant sound; noticing that his favorite client is currently directing her attention towards some guy next to her. Â
The joyful expression sheâs sporting makes a scowl paint over his features. Why is this random man making her laugh like that? Â
âYeah, you got it. Just keep workinâ on it though,â he quickly dismisses the person he was helping before stomping over to find her practically lying on the floor with the guyâs hands on her calf, along with his mat pulled far too close to hers for Rafeâs liking. Â Â
âI think you should bend it more here, right? Iâm honestly not too sure,â the guy chuckles as he tries to figure out what sheâs doing wrong. Â
âNo cause I have no idea how everyone else makes it seem so easy. Itâs so hard to get it right, I feel so stupid half the time,â she complains with a huff, not even noticing Rafe looming within earshot. Â
âSeriously, I thought this was a beginnerâs class but it feels like some of these poses are meant for like literal pros,â he continues with a shake of his head.Â
âI know, right?â another peal of laughter bubbles from her throat as she shifts into a seated position, giving up altogether. Â
âEverything alright?â Rafe doesnât mean for his tone to come out so clipped but thereâs something in the way the guyâs touching her so freely that makes his hands curl into fists.Â
He keeps reminding himself over and over again that this is a client, which means that he canât just smash his face inâ no matter how severely his fingers are itching for it right about now. Â
âOh, I was just trying to help her with this,â the guy explains in tandem with her head turning to look at Rafe. She seems startled. Â
âWell, why donât you focus on your own form for a change? I mean, sâkinda my job to help her, yeah?â he scoffs, making the guy halt his movements in a state of surprise before he's lifting his hands up in apology. Â
âDamn, sorry dude,â he mutters out from under his breath while Rafe merely glares at him with the words stay professional bouncing around his skull. Â
A tense silence follows, making her grow quiet while she takes slow sips from her water bottle as a distraction; wondering why he seems so bothered to see her talking to someone else. Â
However, when he finally turns his attention towards her, she shrugs it off as him merely having a bad day because it seems like the only logical explanation to her. Because at the end of the day, him being jealous makes as much sense to her as her math homework in high school.
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Rafe is convinced that the universe is purposefully trying to poke and prod at his limits, giving his carefully curated facade opportunities to crackâ allowing for the borderline psychotic aspects of his personality to breathe through the crevices. Because only a week later, Rafe sees her entering the gym with another guy she seems to be awfully friendly with.Â
âThatâs crazy, I donât even wanna know what Kie said to that,â she rolls her eyes jokingly while heâs showing her something on his phone. Â
âYeeeah, guess you could say she wasnât the biggest fan,â he laughs in a carefree manner, raking a hand through his disheveled, sand-colored hair. Â
âFor some reason Iâm not surprised,â she mutters out before she notices Rafe standing in the hallway leading to the yoga class. âOh, gotta go so Iâm not late. See you after?âÂ
âYeah, Iâll be here. Think Pope said heâs gonna join me for leg day, so weâll see if Iâm still standing when you get back. But you have fun,â he offers her a wave before walking away towards the locker rooms.Â
And at last, her warm eyes meet Rafeâs. âHi,â her voice is soft, nearly shy; a stark contrast to her demeanor only a few seconds ago. Â
âHey,â he greets her in a casual manner, although his mind is somewhere else entirely. âSo, that your boyfriend or?â he tries to approach the subject with nonchalance because itâs not necessarily any of his business. Â
Heâs not even sure why heâs askingâ keeps telling himself that heâs just curious and tries to appear friendly by making small talk. After all, some clients have given him feedback on his apparently intimidating aura, claiming they donât always have the courage to ask for his help because they get anxious heâll judge them. Therefore, it's something heâs been trying to work on. Â
âWhat? Oh, JJ? No, heâs just a friend. He goes to the gym here, so I usually just tag along with him. Free ride, right?â she answers with a lighthearted tone. Â
âRight. Yeah,â he scratches at the back of his neck, contemplating whether or not to ask the next question since he doesnât want to overstep any boundaries. However, thereâs something deep in his stomach that grumbles at the prospect of her being in a relationship, makes him feel nearly insane and ultimately, makes the decision for him.Â
âYou, uh, you got one?â Â
âWhat?â she asks, features coated in confusion.Â
âA boyfriend, I mean,â his gaze is unwavering, eager. Â
âOh, umâ no, I donât. Why?â her puzzled eyes flit over the lines of his countenance, seemingly trying to grasp onto his motives.Â
âJust, uhâŠwondering. I mean, heâd be kind of a dick if heâs not drivinâ you here himself,â he shrugs, a strange sort of relief making his shoulders feather-light when she lets out an airy giggle in response. Â
âYeah, honestly sometimes wish I had one just so he could drive me around and stuff,â she jokes while they begin to pad over to the class.Â
âYou donât have your license yet?â he raises his brows in surprise. Â
âNo, I do. I just donât really like driving. I donât know why but itâs so stressful to me. Usually try to avoid it as much as I can,â she elaborates while gathering her hair away from her face and securing the strands into a ponytail.  Â
âOh yeah? Well, if you ever need a ride home just let me know, alright?â he says, fighting the urge to tuck a loose tendril that has managed to escape the restraints of her hair tie back behind her ear. Â
âReally? Thatâs so sweet of you! But, um, wouldnât wanna be a bother,â the hesitation is present in her voice. Â
âNah, couldnât bother me if you tried,â he promises, wishing they could talk for longer. However, the ocean of people flooding inside the room behind them cuts their conversation short. Â
âYouâre just saying that,â she dismisses him with a playful scoff.Â
âMâbeing for real. Youâre my favorite face around here. Plus, makes my job more fun when youâre always stumblin' on your feet,â he canât help his mouth from twisting upwards at the way her eyes round out in response to his words.Â
âShut up. Iâm gonna go set down my mat now, before thereâs only space right in front of you,â she offers him a giddy smile that makes him grin like an idiot. Then, sheâs tiptoeing away from him in order to locate a vacant spot.Â
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Rafe has become awfully familiar with these newfound feelings of fondness for the girl whoâs by far the most helpless little bambi heâs ever encountered. He thinks she should honestly pick another hobby at this point, because maybe yoga just isnât meant for her. However, heâd never say any of that out loud because even the thought of not seeing her getting all flustered while she loses her balance whenever heâs near makes him feel physically unwell. Â
Heâs not entirely sure whether her apparently oblivious brain simply hasnât caught onto the fact that he so clearly has a thing for her, or if sheâs well aware and merely chooses to be a tease about it. Nonetheless, the moment she walked into the class today, he could feel his workout shorts tightening and all sheâd offered him was a simple smile. Â
And now sheâs right in front of him, all tangled limbs and pretty eyes blinking up at himâ practically begging for his guidance and for him to put his hands all over her (something she doesnât seem to mind all that much). Â
âYou put this cute little set on just for me, huh?â he rasps out while his thumb smooths over the bubblegum pink fabric; feeling it out as he pinches the stretchy fabric between his fingertips, making her breath get caught in her throat in the process. Â
âOh, umâ just wanted toâŠtry out some new stuff I ordered. You think itâs cute?â she stares at him with something bashful glimmering in her eyes.Â
âMhm. Fits you nice,â he mumbles out as his gaze lingers on the way the tight material wraps around her figure, not leaving much to the (his) imagination. He bets itâd be so easy to just rip right through these cute yoga pants and pull her closer with a firm grip on her hips before burying his face between her plush thighs.
âThanks,â she peeps out, flustered. Â
He tries to shake off the improper, filthy thoughts with a clear of his throat when he gets caught staring at her for a little too long. Â
âSo, you actually wanna bend your leg on the other side of your body on the mat and support your foot with your left arm not the right one. Easy to get them confused,â he chuckles as she shifts her position according to his instructions as best as she can.Â
âLike this?â she seeks reassurance with a soft tone. Â
âYeah, just like that, Bambi. Good job,â his mouth quirks up some while her mind begins to cloud over in response to his low cadence. Sheâs not entirely sure what exactly it is about him that makes her feel so fuzzy on the inside, but she thinks itâs nice, thinks she wants to always have him this close to herâ wants him even closer.
She doesnât remember the last time sheâs had such an intense crush on someoneâ slowly turning into a crazy person by each second of not knowing whether heâs merely flirting with her for his own amusement or because heâs actually into her. However, she thinks sheâs embarrassed herself in front of him far too many times for the latter to be true in any reality. Â
âThen need you to move your right hand here,â he adjusts her form with a grip on her wrist while he maneuvers her to his liking; tingles erupting all over the skin he skims over with his fingertips. Â
Her head is spinning. Â
âSee? Knew you could do it. Feels nice, hm?â he rumbles out, letting his hands rest on her shoulders for support, despite the position not really requiring it. Â
She hums her response because she doesnât trust for any coherent words to stumble out of her mouth at the moment, all the while Rafe is desperately trying to not pay attention to the nearly painful situation in his pants.
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nobody else sits shotgun besides you, and rafe knows that but...

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The sleek black Range Rover sat parked under the soft golden glow of the setting sun, its glossy surface gleaming like liquid ink. The car was pristine, as alwaysâbecause Rafe Cameron wouldnât have it any other way. The sharp scent of leather and the faint trace of his cologne lingered as you walked up to the passenger side, the low hum of the engine vibrating softly through the quiet evening air.
You paused for a moment outside the car, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you adjusted your purse. Rafeâs head was tilted down, scrolling through his phone with the same casual confidence he carried everywhere. His other hand rested on the steering wheel, the gold watch on his wrist catching the fading light. He didnât look up, but even from here, you could feel the magnetic pull of his presence. You smiled to yourself, anticipation bubbling at the thought of spending the afternoon being spoiledâbecause when Rafe decided you deserved it, he always went all out.
But as you reached for the door handle, something caught your eye. The passenger seatâyour seatâwas wrong.
It wasnât just wrong; it was offensive. The seat had been pushed back, too far for someone of your height. It was subtle, but it struck you immediately. You froze, staring at the seat as unease prickled up your spine. Rafe always made sure everything was perfect for you, and this? This was not perfect.
You opened the door slowly, climbing in and surveying the situation like a detective piecing together a crime scene. Your seat, your perfectly adjusted, exactly-the-way-you-like-it seat, was ruined. Someone else had been here. Someone who wasnât you. You frowned, settling into the seat with a huff as you quickly adjusted it back into place.
âRafe,â you said, voice tinged with irritation but calm enough to be dangerous.
He glanced up from his phone, his sharp blue eyes flicking to you with a faint smile. âHey, baby.â His gaze softened as it lingered on you, but then he caught your expression. His brow furrowed slightly. âWhatâs up? Why do you look like that?â
âLike what?â you shot back, already feeling defensive. You shifted in your seat, crossing your arms and staring out the window as you adjusted the air vent slightlyâanything to avoid his gaze.
âLike youâre pissed at me,â he said, his voice tinged with confusion. He tossed his phone into the cup holder, his full attention on you now. âWhat happened?â
You stayed silent, your lips pursed in a pout as you watched the world pass by outside the window. Normally, Rafeâs presence in the car was all you needed to relaxâhis hand on your thigh, the low rumble of his voice, the way he effortlessly dominated every space he was in. But tonight, his hand felt absent. Distant.
And he noticed.
âAlright, whatâs going on?â Rafeâs tone was firmer now, his hand reaching across the console to rest on your thigh. His thumb brushed gently against your skin, a small, familiar gesture that usually drew you closer to him. But tonight, it didnât. You stayed quiet, your arms still crossed as you leaned further into the door, your head resting against the cool glass.
Rafeâs frown deepened as the silence stretched between you. He turned back to the road, the engine humming softly as he pulled out into traffic. The Range Rover glided smoothly onto the main street, but his gaze kept flicking to you every few seconds, sharp and assessing. Normally, your presence filled the car with a lightness he lovedâyour chatter, your laughter, the way youâd steal glances at him when you thought he wasnât looking. Tonight, though, you felt far away. Closed off.
His hand stayed on your thigh, the warmth of his touch steady, but it didnât ease the tension buzzing in the air. He drummed his fingers lightly against your skin, a quiet rhythm that matched the faint beat of the music playing through the speakers.
âYouâre awfully quiet,â he said after a while, his voice soft but probing. âThatâs not like you.â
You didnât respond, your gaze fixed on the blur of buildings passing outside the window. The streetlights flickered over your face, casting shadows across your features, and Rafe caught the way your lips stayed in that same faint pout. Normally, his hand on your thigh wouldâve earned him some kind of reactionâa glance, a soft smile, maybe even that playful laugh of yours that he liked more than heâd ever admit. Tonight, though, you stayed stiff, unmoving, your arms still crossed like you were guarding yourself.
Rafe sighed, his thumb pausing mid-circle. âBaby. Talk to me.â
Still, you didnât answer. Instead, you shifted slightly, pulling your leg away from his touch just enough for him to notice. The motion was subtle, but it sent a clear message: something was wrong.
âOkay, what the hell is going on?â His voice was sharper now, laced with frustration, though his eyes stayed on the road. His hand returned to the steering wheel, his grip tightening as the car slowed behind a line of traffic. âYouâve been in a mood ever since you got in. What happened?â
You huffed softly, the sound barely audible over the hum of the engine, but it was enough to make him glance at you again. Your jaw was set, your fingers gripping your purse in your lap like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.
Finally, you spoke, your tone clipped. âWhy was my seat pushed back?â
His brows shot up in surprise. âWhat?â He faces you now seeing the totally serious pout on your face.
âMy seat, Rafe,â you said, gesturing dramatically to the space around you. âIt was pushed back. Too far back. Someoneâs been sitting here.â
He stared at you for a moment, like he was trying to figure out if you were serious. When he realized you were, his lips curled into a faint smirk. âYouâre mad about the seat?â
âYes, Iâm mad about the seat,â you said, your voice rising slightly as you sat up straighter. âThis is my seat. My spot. And someone else sat here. Why would you let that happen?â
Rafe blinked at you, caught somewhere between amusement and disbelief. âBaby, itâs just a seatââ
âItâs not just a seat!â you cut him off, your hands flying up in exasperation. âThis is the one place where I get to sit and feel like I belong. And someone elseâsomeone elseâruined it.â
âSweetheart,â Rafe said slowly, dragging the word out like he was trying to soothe a feral animal. âYouâre being a little dramatic.â
âNo, Iâm not!â you snapped, glaring at him. âYou wouldnât understand. This is sacred ground. You donât let people mess with sacred ground.â
He laughed then, a short, disbelieving sound that only irritated you more. âYouâre actually serious about this?â
âYes, Rafe, Iâm serious,â you said, your voice dripping with indignation. You turned back to the window, your arms crossing again as you sank into your pout. âItâs disrespectful.â
Rafe let out a long, exaggerated sigh, his hand slipping from your thigh to rest on the console. âUnbelievable,â he muttered, shaking his head. âYouâre actually mad at me over this?â
âYou let someone else sit here,â you said, your voice softer now but no less accusing. âThis is my seat, Rafe. I belong here. Nobody else.â
For a moment, the car was silent except for the low hum of the engine. Then, Rafe reached over, his fingers gently tilting your chin until you were forced to meet his gaze. His blue eyes were sharp, but there was a flicker of something softer beneath the surfaceâsomething like amusement mixed with fondness.
âYouâre impossible,â he said, his voice low and steady. âBut fine. Nobody else gets the seat. Happy now?â
You hesitated, your pout faltering as you searched his face. âYou promise?â
He smirked, leaning in closer until his lips brushed against yours in a brief, teasing kiss. âI promise.â
You huffed, your irritation melting under the weight of his touch. âGood. Because this is my seat. Donât forget it.â
âI wonât,â he said, his smirk widening as he leaned back in his seat. His hand found its way back to your thigh, his thumb resuming its slow, hypnotic circles. âNow, can we go? Or are you gonna keep holding me hostage over a seat?â
You rolled your eyes, though you couldnât help the small smile tugging at your lips. âFine. But donât think Iâm letting this go.â
âWouldnât dream of it,â Rafe said, his voice laced with amusement as he shifted the car into gear.
âActually,â you said, your voice cutting through the quiet hum of the engine. He glanced over at you, his brows raising slightly in curiosity. âI want my name stitched into the seat.â
Rafe blinked, his lips parting as if he hadnât heard you correctly. âWhat?â
âYou heard me,â you said, crossing your arms again as you turned to face him fully. âI want my name stitched into the seat. That way, everyone knows this spot is mine.â
For a second, he just stared at you, his sharp blue eyes searching your face like he was waiting for the punchline. When it didnât come, he let out a low laugh, shaking his head. âAre you serious?â
âAbsolutely,â you said, your tone leaving no room for argument. âYou promised, Rafe. This is my seat. I donât want there to be any confusion in the future.â
He tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. âYouâre insane, you know that?â
âAnd yet, here we are,â you shot back, the faintest hint of a smile creeping onto your face. âNow, are you going to do it or not?â
Rafe sighed dramatically, his free hand running through his hair as he muttered something under his breath about how you were going to be the death of him. But the amused glint in his eye betrayed him, and you knew youâd already won.
A few days later
When you climbed into the Range Rover for another one of Rafeâs spontaneous outings, you paused, your eyes catching on the passenger seat. There it was, stitched into the leather in elegant, looping script:Â Your Name.
You turned to look at him, your lips parting in surprise. He just leaned back in the driverâs seat, his smirk as smug as ever. âTold you Iâd take care of it.â
For once, you didnât have a snarky comment. Instead, you leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. âYouâre the best,â you murmured, your voice soft with genuine affection.
âDonât forget it,â he said, his hand already finding its way back to your thigh as he started the car.
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the act of unravelling (part four)
pairing rafe cameron x pogue! female reader
rating mature 18+
summary you never expected youâd get tangled up with a kook, least of all, rafe cameron. one night, you make a life-altering decision to get revenge on someone you both despise. after you vow to keep what happened a secret, your relationship begins to twist into something more.
tags very dark! violence, homicide, drug and alcohol use, parental neglect, mental illness, s/a, trauma. no smut.
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You sit in your managerâs office, facing the bay window that overlooks the vast golf course. Your fingers are interlaced in an effort to hide the way your hands are trembling.
When Detective Brading asked for the space as you meekly followed him into the office, your boss shot you an unsettled glance, then agreed and left the room.
It throws you into a chilling realization. Everyone will give you that same condemning look when they find out the truth. You canât imagine why else a cop unexpectedly came to your workplace and dragged you away â he must know what youâve done.
The confidence you had last night that youâd get away with this crumbles when the door slams shut, making you flinch. Detective Brading expels a deep sigh. Why doesnât he just arrest you and get it over with?
âEvery second in a missing personâs case is precious,â the detective tells you. He sits on the edge of the desk instead of in the chair behind it, staring down at you. If heâs trying to scare you, itâs working.
Missing. At least that means they havenât found Porterâs body.
âI hate to disrupt you like this at work.â His words mismatch his tone. âBut I think you can help us.â
âHow?â you ask.
âYou said you were with Rafe for a couple hours the night Porter went missing,â he says. âDo you know where he went after he dropped you off?â
âHome,â you answer quickly.
âAnd youâre sure about that?â
âIâmâŠâ You canât be too defensive. Itâll raise red flags. âPretty sure.â
The detective sighs again, as if youâre disappointing him with every word you say.
You glance at the framed photos of your boss and his family on the wall. He lives such a comfortable, normal life. You lost your chance at normalcy the second you told Rafe to pull the trigger.
âIâm sure itâs hard to hear this about a friend of yours, but we think he played a role in Porterâs disappearance,â he says. âAnd we need to ask you to talk to him about that night.â
âMe?â
âYes. Weâd have you wearing a wire.â
âWhat?â you say, floored. âWhy me? We havenât been hanging out that long. I donât think heâd trust me enough to tell me anything.â
You hope you didnât just discredit yourself or Rafe. But if they try to get one of Rafeâs other friends to trick him into a confession, you know for a fact that he wouldn't admit a thing. But you? Youâre the only person heâd openly talk to about what really happened.
Your body is tight with anxiety. Maybe thatâs why theyâre asking you to do it. They think you know something and Rafe slipping up in a conversation with you is their meticulous way of proving it.
âI shouldnât share this, but his other friends donât believe that heâs entirely innocent,â Brading says. âYouâre the only one we spoke to who does. And I think Rafe knows that youâre in his corner. I can tell youâre a good kid. Do the right thing and help us find Porter.â
You donât buy it. You canât ignore the instinct telling you that Brading is suspicious of you, too. Heâs manipulating you. And for once, it feels good to be underestimated.
If you refuse to help, it could work against you. But if you agree, and you find a way to warn Rafe that youâre being listened to, thatâd help your case. And his.
âIâd have eyes on you the entire time,â the detective explains. âHeâs out on the golf course now. He came alone. Act like itâs just another day at work. Strike up conversation. See if he can open up about what he did after he dropped you off that night.â
âYou want me to do this now?â you stutter.
âLike I said, every second is precious,â he says. âI know youâre caught off guard, but heâll be, too. Itâll work to our advantage. Iâd be in your ear, telling you what to say. You can handle this.â
This is a trick. It has to be. He cornered you because he suspects you, and now, heâs trying to outsmart you.
You mentally run through the possibilities. You canât contact Rafe to warn him. But you could type a note out on your phone and find a way to flash it to him inconspicuously.
Youâll figure it out. And if you canât, youâll back out and say you couldnât handle the pressure.
âOkay,â you agree. âI can do it.â
âGood.â
âI just need a second. Can I go to the restroom?â
âYes. I have to ask you to leave your phone. We canât take any risks.â
He assumes youâll give Rafe a headâs up. Now youâre sure youâre a suspect, too. You try to look understanding as you hand him your phone.
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Youâre seconds away from a panic attack as you pace around the private restroom, trying to figure out how the hell you can tip Rafe off. Maybe you should just back out.
Then, it comes to you.
The logbook tucked in your backpocket. The one Rafe teased you about and called your diary just last week. Itâs your way out.
You uncap the pen hooked onto the book, open to an empty page, and write: wearing a wire. act innocent.
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Rafe lines up his club behind the white ball, his shoulders tight. He canât shake off what happened last night.
Youâre afraid of him. You pulled him in and pressed your lips against his, but then you shoved him away when he tried to hold you. And after you promised you wouldnât screw him over, you left abruptly and took away the warmth heâs spent his whole life craving.
Youâre supposed to have each otherâs backs. He owes you and he wants to protect you, but you act like heâs a wild animal you canât trust wonât bite you. He doesnât know how to prove that you donât need to be scared of him.
And itâs not just you expecting the worst of him. The way his own friends have been acting around him, shifty and tense, is pissing him off. He is guilty, but the fact that they have no faith in him digs a hole into his already overwhelming loneliness.
Heâs out here on his own because he desperately needs to clear his head. He desperately needs to see you.
You drive the cart over the paved pathway to where Brading told you Rafe is. Your heart is racing, terrified this will go terribly wrong.
âYou can still hear me clearly?â Brading says in your ear.
âYes,â you say quietly. The earpiece he gave you is tiny and unnoticeable. The logbook you placed beside you after you drove off is the only chance you have of warning Rafe.
âRemember, act natural. Bring up Porter when it feels right,â Brading says. âLooks like he spotted you.â
You pull up to Rafe as he places a club in the bag hanging off the back of his cart. You remind yourself over and over that you have to speak about Porter in the present tense.
You canât believe youâre here. Life twisted and turned and things you never imagined possible are your reality now.
Thereâs a genuinity in Rafeâs smile when your eyes meet his, the complete opposite of the pompous smirk youâve seen over the years youâve known him. If your heart wasnât already pounding from adrenaline, it would be from the way heâs looking at you.
âFinally,â he says. âI was getting thirsty.â
âDonât tell me you want a beer this early in the morning,â you sigh tensely, staying seated as you look over your shoulder to the cooler packed in the back. Brading is yards away, parked in a cart and posing as a golfer taking a break. Your breath is shaky.
âIâm kidding,â Rafe says, a little softer. He steps forward, hand on the roof of your cart, leaning closer to you. His eyes search your face. Youâve been aching to see him again. You wonder if he feels the same. âYou mad at me or something?â
âAsk him why heâs alone,â the detective instructs you, jerking you out of your small moment of joy.
âIâm always mad at you,â you joke. âHow come youâre alone out here? Youâre always with your friends.â
âTheyâve been pissing me off lately,â he mutters.
âWhy?â Brading says. You plead with your eyes that Rafe just look down at your note, but he speaks before you can repeat the detectiveâs word.
âWhyâd you run out last night?â His gaze trails down to your lips, his voice low. âThought we were having a good time.â
Itâs embarrassing to know youâre being listened to. And nerve-wracking that now the detective knows youâre more than just friends. Anyone could tell from Rafeâs suggestive tone that something happened.
You did suddenly leave the closet youâd led him to last night. Kissing him got to be overwhelming. But you can see in his gaze that it wasnât just an impulsive, passion-filled makeout at a party. It meant something to him. And itâs a relief, because it meant something to you, too.
The chemistry you felt with him was always returned. It was just contained. Watered down. And now, whatever this is could end before it even begins. He could say one thing and get you both into trouble.
You regret agreeing to this. You need to get Rafeâs attention on the open book beside you before itâs too late.
âWe were. I had to get back to my friends,â you say. âWhy are yours pissing you off?â
âYou know,â he says, glancing to the side. âTheyâre always lookinâ at me like Iâm guilty.â
You can hear your pulse. You keep your eyes on Rafe, discreetly tapping on the page. He doesnât notice. He doesn't follow your silent instructions.
âAre you?â Brading says. You repeat the two words, your throat dry.
Rafeâs brows furrow in confusion. He looks at you again. A tense silence blankets you.
âI wouldnât tell anyone,â you say. âNot even my diary.â
Your heart lifts in all-consuming relief when Rafe catches your meaning. He looks down at the logbook and realization washes over his face.
Youâre safe. The man in your ear isnât going to discover a thing.
âWhat, you agree with them?â Rafe asks. His tone is casual, but his Adamâs apple bobs with a nervous swallow. Your eyes are locked knowingly, enveloped in the comfort that he knows to play along now.
âTell him no,â Brading says.
âNo,â you half-laugh. âIâm just saying, if there is something about that night that you didnât tell me, you can trust that itâll stay between us.â
âI was with you.â
âAsk him what he did after,â Brading instructs.
âNot all night,â you reply, cocking your head. âWhereâd you go after you dropped me off?â
âHome. You know that,â he replies. âEven youâre doubting me now? Come on.â
âNo,â you repeat. You reach for his hand, eyes trained on him. âIâm sorry. I just meant to say⊠if something happened, I wouldnât judge you for it. You trust me, right?â
Rafeâs body buzzes at your touch. He does. He completely trusts you and itâs such a new, comforting feeling and he wishes you felt it for him, too.
âI do,â he says.
âYouâd tell me?â
âI would.â
You nod reassuringly.
âI donât know where Porter is,â Rafe says. âAnd I wish people would stop looking at me like I did something to him. Iâm so sick of everyone expecting the worst of me.â
Youâre not sure where his lie ends and the truth begins, but his fixed gaze is heavy with sincerity.
âWeâre not getting anywhere with him,â Brading mutters. âEnd the conversation and meet me back at the office.â
âI donât expect the worst of you,â you tell him.
His shoulders relax and you can tell your words did something to him. You nod again, a small, relieved smile pulling on your lips.
âI should get back to work,â you say. âYou sure you donât want anything to drink?â
âYouâre just fishing for a tip now,â Rafe replies, smirking.
âGuilty.â
You both share a soft chuckle, the twisted joke behind your word choice not lost on either of you.
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The detective is tense when you see him again, a minor crack in his confident demeanor. Itâs clear he thought he was going to catch you â both of you â today.
You thought youâd clear your and Rafeâs name through the monitored conversation, but Brading just looks angry now.
âYou didnât mention your relationship is more than friendly,â he says, arms crossed as he stands across from you in your bossâs office. He didnât even care to sit down this time.
âSorry. I didnât know you needed to know that.â
âI need to know everything. You were withholding information,â he tells you. âAnd thereâs something else youâre not telling me.â
The facade he was putting on has faded. Heâs on edge and direct about the fact that he doesnât trust a word out of your mouth.
âThere isnât,â you reply.
âListen,â Brading says, his voice heavy and terse. âPorterâs family brought me into this because Iâve had a long, successful career of putting away scumbags like your boyfriend. I know your type. I know youâre covering for him. And youâre just making it worse for yourself by not telling me what you know.â
You donât respond, staring at him blankly, your heart drumming in fear.
âI could make things easier for you if you just admit it,â he says. âA judge is likely to be lenient when someone helps with an investigation. Iâd vouch for you.â
Heâs intimidating. But you wonât give in. You never will.
âI donât know anything,â you state.
His lips close into a firm line as he steps past you.
âIâll see you soon,â Brading threatens before he opens the door.
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The lip of the sun still clings onto the ocean horizon as Rafe drives south. He was relieved when you texted him to come over tonight. He needs to see you. And he needs to talk about what happened this morning.
You answer your front door and Rafe takes in your gentle gaze and he swears that the pull he always felt towards you is a thousand times stronger because for once, you actually seem glad to see him.
âWe can go to my room,â you say. Youâve been anxious to meet with him. You canât control your impulse and you donât see any reason to.
You press your cheek against his chest and wrap your arms around him the moment your bedroom door shuts behind you. His heart is thudding against your ear, his body hard and warm.
Rafe hesitantly cups your arms, not sure if youâll push him away like you did last night.
âHe just showed up at my work,â you say in a nervous rush, âand I thought if he heard you say you didnât do anything, heâd back off, but then he said he knows Iâm hiding something. Heâs onto us. I donât think we should talk to him without a lawyer. I canât afford one. You have to help me pay for one.â
Rafe realizes youâre trembling beneath him. He doesnât give a fuck that the man who scared you like this is a cop; if he was in front of him right now, heâd punch him.
âI will,â he says. âThat was smart. The note.â
âI was so worried you wouldnât see it.â You pull back, craning your neck to meet his eyes. âI know it was risky. You did a good job.â
He nods, gazing down at you. Heâs not used to people telling him he did something right.
Itâs unreal to be here, standing in your bedroom, past the guard youâve forced him to stay behind for so long. Itâs intimate seeing where you live, where you sleep, where you exist.
âHe told me a judge would go easy on me if I helped with the case,â you admit, âbut I have your back. And I donât expect the worst of you, okay? I know you have my back, too.â
âYou trust me?â Rafe asks, a hint of surprise in his deep voice. His hands drag down your arms, stopping at your wrists.
You wriggle against him, a subconscious test that youâre not trapped. He immediately releases you.
It makes his chest ache to know you expect him to harm you.
âI wonât hurt you,â he says.
Your body betrays you. Tears surface, hot and fast. The fresh wound lodges against your heart.
âItâs notâŠâ You step back, knees wobbling. Your legs are suddenly desperate to rest and canât hold you up any longer. âItâs not personal.â
You step away, sitting at the edge of your bed, head in your hands. Youâve barely been keeping it together, trying to outrun the shadow of pain thatâs been haunting you. Thereâs no limit to what youâd give to forget what happened.
You brush your hands off your face when you hear the floorboards creak. Rafe leans in front of you, crouched at your feet. You watch his hands ghost over your calves.
It throws you for a loop, seeing him on your floor like this. For so long, all you assumed about him was that he thought he was above you. Now, heâs on his knees for you.
âHey.â He says it in the same way he did after the gun went off. He doesnât have to tell you to look at him. You know thatâs what he wants.
You meet his eyes, and when you see the genuine concern swimming in the deep blue, all the strings hardly keeping you together unravel.
âIt wasnât about money,â you utter tearfully.
âWhat?â
âIt wasnât ever about money. He didnât rip me off.â Your sobs start to come out as gasps. âHe hurt me.â
Rafeâs veins turn to ice. He frantically searches your face for an explanation because no, it canât be what heâs thinking.
âI passed out while heâŠâ You shake your head, tears rolling over your cheeks as you shut your eyes. âItâs like my mind couldnât take what he was doing to my body and I passed out. And then you came inâŠâ
His breaths grow shallow. Thatâs why you were as angry as you were. Why you cried as hard as you did. Why you tense up and shove him away when he holds you.
When Rafe pushed Porter in that room, he never would have expected youâd be there, bearing the pain of something that fractured you. Heâs furious, disgusted, in disbelief.
He sees now that you meant when you said you donât regret killing him. The empty look on your face was never guilt. It was fear. Trauma.
âI know I shouldnât have gone upstairs alone,â you whisper, eyes still closed. âI didnât thinkââ
âStop,â he says softly. His hands rest on your face, palms gently cupping your wet cheeks. Of all the things you thought you knew about him, you wouldâve never expected him to be so tender. âYou didnât do anything wrong.â
It settles your coiled heart hearing him dismiss the nauseating, intrusive thoughts youâve had blaming yourself for what happened. You finally open your eyes to look at him again.
His eyes are glossy. He knows now and heâs looking at you with so much sympathy that your chest stutters with your gasps, stomach somehow twisting in both pain and relief.
For once, Rafe doesnât say the first thing that pops into his head â that if he knew what Porter had done, he would have made him suffer, he would have tortured him, instead of shooting a single, life-ending bullet. Because thereâs no point. You saved his life that night and he wishes he couldâve saved yours, but all he can do right now is tell you what he will do instead of what he would have done.
âIâm never going to let anyone hurt you again,â he murmurs. âI swear on my life. Youâll always be safe with me.â
Heâs hesitant to startle you with his touch, but thankfully, you lean over and wrap your arms atop his shoulders and itâs so gratifying to know youâre using him to ground yourself.
Rafe holds you like he canât get close enough. Because he canât. Nothing he does now can take back what happened to you but everything he does moving forward will be to make sure you never experience a horror like that again.
His life is no longer a cycle of numbing thrills. He has a real reason to keep going now.
You inhale the comforting smell of his neck, your cheek pressed against his. You curl into him as you shake through your sobs.
âNobody else knows,â you admit, voice muffled against his skin. âI didnât think Iâd tell.â
Even after what youâd done together, a bond that didnât exist between you before digs its roots into you both. Heâs holding you with softness you didnât know he was capable of, after making a promise so sincere that you felt it in your core.
âYouâre safe,â he whispers. And for the first time since that terrifying night, you feel it.
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Itâs been five days since Brading accosted you at work. Even though he hasnât bothered you since, and there havenât been any public updates on the investigation, youâre on edge knowing that you and Rafe are suspects.
Since then, when youâre not working or hanging out with your friends, youâre with Rafe.
You still havenât told the guys. You donât know how you could possibly prove to them how good of a man Rafe actually is when you canât tell them a single detail of whatâs happened between you. Youâd rather not have to explain yourself to them. Not yet.
Rafe doesnât pester you about being your secret. As long as heâs something to you.
Itâs dusk and youâre sitting on the quiet beach with him, cocooned in comfort and curled up on the sand, the setting sun playing across his handsome face.
Since your conversation in your bedroom, you havenât spoken about the night that tied you two together.
But you have been speaking to each other like never before, holding onto the playfulness that always existed beneath your banter, allowing yourselves to talk and joke and kiss with no inhibitions. Except he doesnât dare hold you without asking if he can first.
Tonight, as you sit side-by-side in the clouded orange and pink glow, Rafe feels a smile on his face, a real one, after not smiling for so many years. Being with you is the first time in a long time that he feels vaguely normal.
âItâs too bad,â you say, gazing at his dimples.
âWhat is?â Rafe rasps.
âThat youâve been keeping this smile from me for so long,â you say with a glint in your eyes. âWhy were you so dedicated to hating me?â
âYou hated me,â he scoffs with a smirk.
âYou started it. All that Pogue/Kook crap.â You meant it as a joke, but Rafeâs smile fades. He looks ahead at the crashing waves. You hit a nerve.
âWhat?â you ask softly.
Rafe is consumed by his own emotions. Heâs a victim to how demanding and overwhelming they can be. Heâs been like that for most of his life.
Being with you has cleared some of the fog in his head. He knows now that he was desperate for some form of connection and thatâs why he bought into the idea that being part of a group meant something.
If he had nothing of substance to him, nothing lovable, at least he had wealth in common with a social circle he always felt disjointed from. It was a ridiculous substitute for a sense of belonging.
âI was jealous,â he finally admits.
âJealous?â you echo.
His jaw tenses. He canât look at you.
âYouâve seen it yourself,â Rafe mutters. âWhen shit hit the fan, nobody backed me up. Nobody checks up on me. Nobody gives a damn. I donât have any real friends. And you called your friends family. I donât have that. I donât have anybody. Itâs why I sell coke. Itâs pathetic, but at least I have something worthâŠâ
He doesnât finish his sentence. The man who you thought had everything never did. He was in pain, lonely, selling drugs because at least it gave people something to like about him.
âRafe,â you say quietly. He meets your gaze. You wish you could unsee the hurt in his eyes. âYou have me. I care about you so much.â
You look at him in all the ways heâd always secretly hoped you would. The years of longing for you â the girl who always has a retort, who always keeps him on his toes, who always looks so frustratingly beautiful â all those daydreams donât come close to how it actually feels to have you like this.
He wonders if you have any idea of all the ways you can break him.
âYeah?â is all he can mumble, his throat tight.
You nod, finding his hand and pulling it to your chest. Heâs not sure if you meant to press him up against where he can feel your pulse, but he feels the rhythmic thudding coming from beneath your skin, and God, is it insane that he feels like he lives for your heartbeat?
He thought he was fine living an empty life. But heâs gotten a taste of being wrapped up in you and he doesnât want to lose it. Ever.
âYou keep me safe,â you say softly. âLet me do the same for you in my own way, alright?â
He nods, blinking away tears. Your heart breaks and you lean forward, losing yourself in his kiss. His lips are soft and gentle, pushing against yours with a soft fragility.
âAre you okay?â you whisper against his cheek. He hasnât been okay in so long. But this is the closest to it heâs ever gotten. He doesnât want to hide you. He wants everyone to see you chose him.
âDo you want to go to that bonfire tonight?â he asks.
Thereâs a party at the beach you spoke at a couple of weeks ago, back when Rafe stopped you after you bought a joint from Porter.
âTogether?â you ask. He nods, uncertainty pinching his face. You can tell heâs expecting you to say no. As if youâre ashamed of him.
Youâre almost sure your friends wonât be there. They asked you to hang out at Popeâs tonight and you declined and said youâd stay home. They probably wonât be at the bonfire.
Either way, youâre willing to take the risk. Rafe is worth it.
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Gossip spreads like weeds. You can tell by how people stare at you when you arrive with Rafe that his name has been in everyoneâs mouths, whispering conspiracies about what he did to Porter. You know your name will start to come up in those conversations, too.
âSo, itâs true,â one of his buddies says when he sees you cupping Rafeâs bicep as you join the group, the bonfire crackling. âYouâre really messing with a Pogue.â
âThatâll be the last time you call her that, got it?â Rafe says sharply. His friend scoffs a laugh, putting his hands up in feigned surrender, his beer bottle sloshing.
Rafe leans to mumble in your ear, âDo you want a drink?â
âYeah,â you say, eager to take the edge off.
You swallow the bitterness of the drink Rafe picks up for you, staring ahead at the ocean, thinking about how somewhere in the vast expanse, Porterâs body is lying at the bottom.
âMan, itâs weird just⊠continuing to live life, isnât it?â
You look up to see a man standing beside you. Heâs a friend of the person you killed. You recognize him from the day at the club when Porter called you over. You still get shivers remembering his smile.
âWhat do you mean?â you mumble.
âPorter. Heâs just gone,â he continues. Thereâs a slur in his words. Heâs drunk. âHeâs gotta be⊠you know. Thereâs no other explanation.â
You tighten your grip on Rafeâs arm, but he doesnât notice, lost in conversation with one of his buddies.
âYeah,â you offer. âItâs sad.â
âHe told me he liked you,â he says with a raised brow. âHe had a huge crush on you.â
You can taste bile on your tongue. You look up at Rafe, whose attention is on your conversation now. His stare is hard, his nostrils flared in anger.
âI didnât know,â you say simply.
âReally?â he laughs. âHe said you were playing hard to get.â
His vile words make your breath hitch.
The flame in Rafe rises so fast that within two seconds, he swings a punch. And suddenly, heâs leaning over, knuckles ramming into the idiotâs face as he lies on the sand, unleashing the rage of what happened to you and the urge to take your pain away.
He could kill him.
Rafe feels hands at the crooks of his shoulders pulling him back. He struggles to get on his feet, his friendsâ words overlapping as they try to calm him down. Heâs breathless, looking up to meet your eyes, taking in how completely lost and anguished you look.
He roughly pushes his friends off as he stumbles towards you, his shaking hands resting on your shoulders.
âLetâs go,â he says to you, looking at you like youâre the only one here.
âYouâre such an asshole!â the guy on the ground shouts.
Rafe ignores him, his hand on the small of your back as he leads you away from the crowd. Youâre trembling, thrown back to that night, thrown back to being called a tease, thrown back to being held down.
You reach the parking lot, not nearly far enough from the loud crowd, still hearing the crackling of the fire, when your knees buckle.
Your heart is pounding so hard that youâre afraid itâs going to give out. But Rafe holds you up as you stand between parked cars, looking at you with desperation.
âBaby, itâs okay,â he whispers. âYouâre okay.â
You find strength as you pull your arms up around his shoulders. He holds you tightly, firm and still against your shaking body.
Youâre slowly finding peace.
Then you hear JJâs voice mutter, âWhat the hell?â
You pull back, spotting him a few feet away with Pope and John B getting out of the car, looking at you with an expression you can only describe as appalled. You donât have words. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
Blistering sirens reverberate through you. They get so loud so fast that you donât realize youâve lost contact with Rafe until a police car jolts to a stop a few feet away from you.
This has to be a nightmare.
Detective Brading swings open the door, followed by another cop, rushing towards you and Rafe. Heâs carrying handcuffs. You might lose consciousness.
âKnew this day was coming, didnât you?â Brading says before he grips Rafeâs wrist, pushing him up against the nearest car.
Rafe struggles, but Brading slams him against the hood of the car so hard that you hear the thud of his skull against the metal.
âStop! You canât hurt him like that!â you cry. The other police officer steps in front of you, pushing you back. You expect him to handcuff you, too. He doesnât.
You look around you in terrified desperation as if someone can help. The crowd has quickly come closer, watching in awe, as if you and Rafeâs lives arenât being pulled apart for everyone to see.
You meet Rafeâs frightened gaze as the side of his face presses against the car. Brading flatly recites his rights, handcuffing him, ignoring you as you beg that he tell you why heâs being arrested, that he stop hurting him.
Rafe doesnât say a word until you whimper in pain and plead to the officer keeping you back to stop holding so tight. He tries to charge forward, demanding he take his hands off of you, earning him another rough push against the car.
Brading hauls him away and you try to follow, but the other officer keeps you back, gripping you so hard that it reminds you of Porter all over again.
âYou want to get arrested, too?â he mutters. Your muscles give in, losing tension. You still donât understand why Rafeâs being arrested and youâre not.
âNo. Sorry. Iâll stop,â you say weakly. âWhereâs he being taken?â
The officer doesnât believe you at first, but eventually, he loosens his grip.
âThe county jail,â he says, looking past your shoulder as the car door shuts.
Then, they leave, and youâre in front of the crowd, in front of your friends, frozen and speechless.
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Your mouth is dry as you wait in the lobby of the quiet jail. They wonât give you any information. Nothing about what the charge is, how long Rafe will be here, if heâll be given bail. Itâs been an hour.
You hold JJâs car keys in your shaking hands. You were frantic when you begged him to lend you his car, promising youâd take care of it.
He confusedly agreed and you left immediately, not exchanging any other words, following the police car just in case the officer lied to you about where they were going.
Your phone is dead and your connection to the outside world is dead with it.
Your stomach drops when you spot Brading exit through a door behind the processing desk.
âWhatâs happening?â you ask. âWhere is he? Is he okay?â
He stiffly cuts through the lobby, pushing open the front door, letting it swing behind him. You grunt as the door hits your palms.
âI suggest you go home,â Brading mutters as you trail him into the dark parking lot. âI can charge you for assault against a police officer if you donât stop harassing me.â
âPlease. I just want to know,â you plead. âNobody will tell me anything.â
Youâre sure heâs getting a power trip out of this. You didnât tell him what he wanted to know. Now, he wonât tell you.
âPlease,â you repeat, feeling utterly powerless. The detective stops abruptly, facing you, his face in a scowl.
âIâm ordering you to go home,â he says sharply.
âBrading?â someone calls behind him.
Within a matter of seconds, you hear something you never thought youâd hear again. The single and unmistakable blow of a gunshot.
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Youâre in disbelief, staring ahead at the stranger sitting in your living room as her gaze travels between you and your parents. The woman introduced herself as an agent, flashing a shiny badge before she came inside.
Last night, you gave the cops a statement about what had happened in the parking lot. A man was out there, agitated and waiting for Brading. He shot him and looked you dead in the eyes before another man shouted for him to get down on the ground.
He drove away, tires screeching, as the officer whoâd rushed out of the jail shot at the car. You remember dropping to the cold concrete, being interrogated by a detective, and eventually being ordered to go home and not tell a soul what youâd seen.
Youâre still terrified, unable to accept what your life has become and how the domino effect youâve been thrust into could be so vicious.
âDetective Brading is in critical condition,â the woman says, âbut he was able to identify the man who shot him.â
âWhat about Rafe?â you ask. âIs he okay?â
âIâm sorry. I donât know who that is.â
You sniffle your tears, shaking your head in disbelief. You still havenât been given any updates on him.
âIâm here because the man from last night,â she continues, âis part of a family that has dangerous affiliations. Brading has a history of putting away high-profile criminals, and he arrested the shooterâs brother. His brother recently passed away in prison and⊠he tracked Brading down to make him pay. Heâs still at large. According to your statement, he saw you, is that right?â
You nod anxiously, waiting for her to get to her point. By now, you have enough trauma to last you ten lifetimes.
Then, she tells you that for you and your parentsâ safety, youâll need to be put into witness protection and that youâll be relocated and given new identities immediately.
When you ask what youâre supposed to say to the people youâre leaving behind, sheâs eerily calm as she tells you, âNothing. Iâm sorry, but thereâs no way you can contact anyone you know. Everyone will be under the impression that youâve died.â
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You consumed Rafeâs thoughts as he sat in the county jail cell. He didnât focus on how suffocating the room was, or how badly his wrists burned from the handcuffs, or what his future was going to look like.
He thought about you, how completely and deliberately you were in his corner, how all the embarrassment of being arrested in front of all those people was erased when you yelled in his defense.
The only voice in the crowd standing up for him, while everyone else watched, was yours. He has never cared about someone more than himself. You changed that.
Thatâs why when he receives the news that you passed away in an accident, he snaps.
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patch you right up â a r.c drabble.
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pairing: rafe cameron x frenemy!reader, enemies to ?? â
genre: hurt/comfort, unresolved feelings. â
warnings: cussing, mentions of being drunk, violence, mentions of wounds and treating them. â
a/n : urm very...random, silly, might not make sense but it was rotting in my mind, lmk what you think <3 â
w.c : 1.1k
âThis was very fucking stupid of me.â
Hissing in pain as the hydrogen peroxide made contact with your torn knuckles on your hand, you held your bruised jaw with the free hand and looked away from the blood glistening because of the light above.
âOh you donât say?â His voice was mocking, nothing new but it held an underlying annoyance you could somehow detect.Â
Sighing, you pulled your hand abruptly, which earned you a sharp turn of his head in your direction and his dark blue eyes glaring at you, âWhat are you doing?â
âYou donât have to do this-â
âShut up.â
âNo I mean it, Rafe. Itâs my fault, âll patch it up myself.â
It did not help how horrible your head seemed to ache as you shut your eyes briefly, everything felt overwhelming, especially with him being this close to you. Him just anywhere near you was enough to drive you a little over the edge and it seemed to get worse when you had a bit too much liquid courage in your system.Â
âLook at me.â You hated how easily you complied as you opened your eyes to find him staring at you, only this time, they were much softer.
That wasnât hard to do, considering the position you were in. On his impossibly large bathroom counter as he stood between your legs, really you didnât have much to look at.Â
âItâs not your fault, alright?â You spited it when people would always give you fake sentences for the sake of being âkindâ, it was all sugar coated shit to you. But somehow when Rafe Cameron said that to you, your heart felt like it would combust then and there.
It didnât help how the daziness was elevated as you scanned his features up close. He was unrealistically beautiful, carved gently.
Because he was who he was, you knew he meant what he said. For all the time you knew him, he was one to be honest. About how he felt, about what he felt and for who he felt. Though, when you questioned yourself what he might feel for you now, youâd say you donât know.
Nodding along to his words, you leaned to your left, luckily having a wall to support you and not embarrassingly falling, youâd done enough that night.Â
Without more words, he gently grabbed your hand and finished cleaning up the burst skin and spilled blood. You once again shut your eyes, this time tightly as you clenched your jaw when he applied ointment.
â âhurts.â The treating part made you wince even more than when you were getting the injury. Probably how most of the adrenaline wore out by now.
âI know, âalmost done.â He gently spoke up as he concentrated on patching up a bandage around your hand.
A quiet silence filled the space for a moment, and even though you did feel out of it, you could sense he had something to say.
âWhy-whyâd you do it?â He said as he finished with your hand, instructing you to sit up straight. His hand on your jaw did make you more alert even though he was veryâŠgently doing it. It was colder than you expected, and you were sure he could feel how warm you were getting when he was slowly caressing it with a delicate touch.
âThatâs outta bruise badly.â His eyes held remorse and his frown deepened. You didnât even realize your own gaze lingered on his lips.
Gulping, your eyes darted away from his face. Maybe it was the guilt or the buzz, but you murmured out,
â...I- it was wellâŠIt was stupid but I- couldnât control myself. I got mad.â
His hand paused and he raised an eyebrow in curiosity. This was new.Â
âThey- they were saying stupid shit. I knew they were doing it to rile me and well they did that just right. It was fine when it was about me, I ignored it but I couldnât stand the rest.â
Something in his chest flared as his confusion was slowly turning into realization but he continued letting you speak,
âThey began talking shit aboutâŠabout you.â You recalled the tone they used, the words they called him and you could feel the familiar annoyance and anger build up as they replayed in your mind.
âAnd I couldnât stand it alright. I justâŠno one talks shit about you. No one except me. I mean, the fucking audacity to even say thoseâŠthose things when theyâre probably even worse!â
He blinked a few times to make sure he heard you right. Youâd looked to the side, scowling as you clicked your tongue.
âNext thing I knew, Iâd just hit someone and then the same happened to me. I guess maybe I deserved one but you should see the other idiotâs face.â You finally looked back into his eyes, a slight smile on your face when you recalled hearing the other dudeâs nose definitely crunching and you were sure it would never be the same. Youâd made it very sure.
He did not know what to feel. Amusement? Shock? Disbelief? But over them all, his heart fluttered wildly as his eyes scanned your face. The same one that had been haunting his mind since the first time heâd seen you, the first time heâd ever have someone make him more mad than anything yet made him want you closer. You were simply driving him insane since heâd met you.Â
He just never realized, until now, that maybe he was never the only one who felt the same.
Tilting your head, you licked your lower lip, his gaze moving there for a brief moment, you said, âBut you know what?â
One corner of your lip turned up as you smirked lightly, âI donât regret it. Iâd do it again in fact.â
His tongue felt heavy as the words clogged up in his throat, he gulped down the knot formed as he clenched his hand that was beside you, over the counter edge. He stared intently into your eyes, you could feel your heart beating faster as you leaned closer.Â
Before you knew it, his lips were on yours as you fluttered your eyes shut, hand going over his neck and pulling him impossibly closer. His hands moved to your hips, pressing into them as if he was afraid youâd disappear and it was all a dream.
It was messy as youâd expect from two people whose own feelings were a mess, your non-injured hand ran over his hair and he groaned into the kiss. You might as well have just combusted then and there.Â
Feeling the need to breathe, you gently pulled away, resting your forehead on his as his hand came up to your face, caressing it gently.
âYouâre fucking insane, you know that right?â He breathed out as he tried to steady his own breathing and rapidly beating heart.
âOver you? Fuck yeah.â
extra a/n : ...yeah I'm sorry if the uhm kissing part sucked...it's been a very whole while.
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i would give my kidney for the detective!rafe fic
FUCK I AM LIKE IN DESPERATE NEED TO DO MULTIPLE FICS ABOUT HIM
coming soonâŠ
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for latina!kook!reader can you write her being new to the island and rafe always hears people talk about the new girl and he dosent think anything of it until he actually sees her and sheâs this latina goddess and rafe swears heâs never seen a more beautiful woman and he instantly knows he has to have her?please and thank you i love your fics!!đđ
also maybe this is kind of inspired by the song âsensacion del bloqueâ so maybe you can base it off that songđ
only if you want of course!! no pressure<3
âwhatâs all the fuss about this new girl on the island?â rafe took a swig from his beer, drawing both topper and kelceâs attention almost immediately. âfor starters, sheâs like insanely pretty,â kelce started, âi donât know her name, but sheâs already running around figure eight with the socialites.â he raised his eyebrows as topper butted in. âi heard she speaks spanish,â he added, âwhere do you think sheâs from?â topper and kelce started throwing out names of different countries while rafe started forming his own thoughts.
people moved to and from the island all the time, so while rafe didnât think much of the whole ânew girlâ thing, he couldnât help but wonder what it was about you that had literally everyone talking. all he knew was that you were attractive and could speak another language. he heard some guys at the country club raving about you the day before, and now his friends. was it the way you dressed? your hair? the way you walked? he needed to find out now.
âdo you know where i could find her?â rafe interrupted kelce and topper mid argument. âuhm.. i donât know? remember that house for sale right there by the shore? i think thatâs the one she moved into.â topper looked confused as rafe stood up. âwhere are you going?â he followed him outside. âi have to see what the hype is about, man.â rafe was already in his truck before topper yelled out a âcan i go too?!â
rafe felt like a stalker going over to your house. he wasnât going to get off or anything.. he just parked across the street and staked the place out as if he was playing detective. apart of him felt ridiculous for doing this in the first place. here he was, waiting to just catch a glimpse of you. âwhat the fuck am i doing?â he cursed to himself. just as he was about to turn the engine back on, you emerged from the front door.
âte estarĂ© esperando en el frenteâ iâll be waiting for you in the front.â you chirped into your phone. rafe heard you before he saw you, the sight stealing all the breath from his lungs. you were dressed up in a tight, embellished, mini dress, your hair and makeup done to the gods while your butterfly heels sparkled under the setting sun. your beauty was otherworldly, and rafe couldnât take his eyes off.
rafe was always the one to denounce something as âoverhypedâ but he felt like the entire island talking about and praising you just wasnât enough. you needed your own billboard. oblivious to the fact that you had looked up at him from your spot in the driveway, he closed his mouth as you smiled at him, your perfectly manicured fingers sending him a flirty wave. that was the cherry on top. rafe had gotten down and was about to approach you before a car full of girls drove up.
you walked down the pavement, the purse on your shoulder swaying with your hips as you looked up at him. âtal vez la prĂłxima vezâ maybe next time.â you laughed, getting in the car before he watched you disappear at the end of street.
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âž Career Day - Pt. 2
Sheriff!Rafe x Teacher!Reader
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The ride in Rafeâs cruiser was intimidatingly quiet as his arm rested casually out of the window, country music humming softly from the radio. He had rounded up three of his men from the station, heavily implying that they should abide by his request for a favor. And what did he ask? A small task, really.
You, his perfect wife, had been working late nights to convince parents to attend the classâs career dayâpractically begging grown adults to contribute to their childrenâs education for just ten minutes. So, Rafeâs solution? Introduce your kids to himself, the sheriff, along with men from different positions at his station.
"The more variety of positions, the better,"Â youâd told him just a few hours earlier, pressing a kiss to his lips before hurrying off to take the kids to school.
Luckily, your efforts had paid off, and by the end of the week, you had somehow convinced 20 parents to sign up for different time slots. The pride you felt when you secured the 20th RSVP was unmatched, though you had always kept the very first slot open for Rafe and his men. Your class was always giddy with excitement and nerves when real-life police officers visited.
A faint wail of sirens outside your classroom made your students freeze, eyes widening as they rushed to the windows. You let them have their moment, biting back a grin as they whispered in awe, tracking the movements of Rafe and his officers.
Your daughter, Samantha, was among them. She talked about her dad like she owned the entire police force, claiming she had every officer in town wrapped around her little finger.
Suppressing a chuckle, you clapped your hands together, your own excitement mirroring that of your students. "Alright, friends! Letâs sit down nicely and wait for our sheriff to meet us!"
The door opened, and in stepped Rafe, his thumbs tucked casually into his belt, exuding easy confidence. The other officers followed suit, making their way to the front of the class. Rafe caught your eye, his lips quirking up ever so slightly in a secret smile. You returned it with ease.
"Alright, guys! Sit quietly as these men introduce themselves!"Â You stepped aside, moving toward your desk but unable to take your eyes off Rafeâs uniformed stance.
"Hey kids, Iâm your county sheriff, Rafe Cameron. These are some men from your police station. Hereâs Detective Smith, and then we got Officer Colley and Officer Whitmanâsome of my best men."Â Rafe spoke with practiced authority, but there was a certain warmth in his tone, one meant for the wide-eyed first graders in front of him.
"Weâre here to protect you and your families, yeah? Itâs our job to help yâall and make sure each and every one of you is safe."
The other officers followed with their own introductions, summarizing their roles in ways the kids could understand. After about ten minutes, you stood up once again, practically glowing with pride as you addressed the class.
"Okay, friends! If you have any questions for our police officers, detective, or Sheriff Cameron, nowâs the time!"
Almost every hand shot up.
"Yeah, Sammie?"Â Rafe asked, pointing to his daughter, whose brown curls bounced as she all but vibrated with excitement.
"Thatâs my daddy!"Â she announced proudly, looking at Rafe like he hung the stars in the sky.
A knowing smirk tugged at his lips. "Mhm, sweetie, did you have a question?"
Samanthaâs face scrunched in thought before she quickly covered with, "Um⊠did you catch any bad guys today?"
"Not yet, itâs a bit early for an arrest,"Â Officer Colley answered with a small chuckle.
"Thatâs right," Rafe nodded before shifting his attention. "You? Whatâs your name, son?"
"Iâm Noah, sir," the boy at the front said hesitantly, then bit his lip before continuing. "How long does it take to become a police officer?"
"Just about nine months of training and a lot of hours of experience,"Â Officer Whitman responded, nodding toward the boy.
"Even longer to become sheriff,"Â Rafe added with a teasing glance toward his men.
Another hand shot up, belonging to a girl in the center row who looked particularly determined. "I want to be a detective. Do they make a lot of money?"
Detective Smith let out a hearty laugh before responding, "Itâs not a bad life."
The questions continued until time ran out, and after a final round of thank-yous and goodbyes, the officers prepared to leave. Before heading out, Rafe crouched beside Samanthaâs desk, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of her head and murmuring a quiet reminder to behave.
"Goodbye, kids! Be nice to Mrs. Cameron, or sheâll call me! I wonât be so nice then, mâkay?"Â Rafe teased, throwing a playful wink at your students as he waved.
Once the door shut behind them, you wasted no time slipping into Rafeâs arms, wrapping him in a hug before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
"Thank you, baby,"Â you murmured, your voice full of gratitude.
He let out a soft chuckle, his arm securing itself around your waist. "Always. See you at the house tonight?"
"Mhm! Love you!"Â you called after him as he backed away reluctantly.
"Love you too!"Â Rafe shot over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall.
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you come home to rafe drunk and you accidentally slip out that you love him
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when you decided to go to the bonfire last minute, you werenât planning on drinking, but like every other kegger you had been to, things always got out of control and somehow you always ended up with several beers in your system - tonight being no exception.
the only difference about tonight was that instead of joining you, rafe was dealing with âbusinessâ, so when you drunk dialled him, and he heard the way your words were slurring together, he was quick to come get you.
âso much for you not drinking tonight,â he shakes his head after helping you into the car, and when he leans over to help buckle you in, you instinctively reach for his face.
âyouâre angry at me, arenât you?â you mumble, lips pouting downwards.
âno. iâm not angry,â his chest rises and falls as he takes in a deep breath, and despite your inability to comprehend things clearly, you could still detect the slight bitterness in his words. âi just⊠i wish you didnât have so much to drink while i wasnât there.â
rafe was protective of you, that much was obvious, and sometimes his mind would be clouded by dark thoughts leading him to assume the worst of certain situations. especially whenever it involved you and the possibility of what couldâve happened while he wasnât with you.
you nod, dropping your hands back into your lap, and rafe fastens your seatbelt before driving you back to his house in silence. everything had started to blur together as he guided you into the house and upstairs to his bedroom.
on the way you almost knock over one of roseâs plants, but rafe catches it before it can fall and places it right back in its spot. he gives you a wide-eyed look as a warning and pulls you along with him, a sigh of relief leaving him once he closes the door behind you.
he immediately finds you something to change into, gesturing for you to lift your arms so that he could help as you swayed a little. his touch is gentle, caring, not wanting to cause too much movement before helping you into his bed. you curl up into his cotton sheets, the familiar mixture of him, his cologne and his lotion stimulating your senses. it doesnât take long for him to join you, resting on his side as you bury yourself into him, nuzzling against his bare chest. even in your drunken state you could still feel the worry that had seeped into him, and you whisper an apology, âiâm sorry.â
he looks down at you, your eyes struggling to stay open, and a small silence fills the air as he moves to caress your cheek. âyou donât need to say sorry, baby,â he sighs once more, pressing a gently kiss to your temple. âitâs just my head, yâknow? i get worried about you whenever youâre away from me.â
âi know,â you nod softly, pausing for a moment to yawn. your eyes begin to fall shut as you move into him even more, then between tired breaths, you slowly whisper, âitâs one of the⊠reasons⊠why i⊠love⊠you.â
you immediately fall into slumber the second the words fall from your mouth, leaving rafe to sit there in shock. his breath catches in his throat for a moment as he takes in what you had just said. those same words replaying over and over inside his head.
he couldnât believe it.
he couldnât fathom the fact that the one person he had grown to care for the most in the entire world also loved him back. he felt as though he didnât deserve it - unworthy of the words that had left your lips. but there was no denying that you were telling the truth, a drunk personâs words are a sober personâs thoughts, right?
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Kiraz, my daughter before the war and after the war. What is my daughterâs fault for living such a harsh childhood, witnessing destruction, living in fear moment by moment, and also living hunger and the spread of diseases? I want to buy winter clothes for us. We want a lot of needs and everything is expensive here. I appeal to your humanity to stand with us. And donate to me for the sake of my child and for the sake of my family. Please do not forget me and do not skip this đđ
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yalls favs back again rafe and weird!reader
if you just randomly went silent on rafe like not answering his calls or text or just ignoring him if he were in the same room as you that man would be pulling out his detective skills to figure out what he did wrong
he's asking your friends what's going one but they end up ignoring him to and even when he pulls out the big guns aka asking if you wanna go to the mall with him or if you wanna come over and watch tiktok you still don't answer so this must be something real wrong
and don't get him wrong like he's always asked you to stop talking to him once or twice but that's just because he was frustrated and accidentally took it out on you, but now that you actually aren't talking to him he feels kinda... i dunno empty
like he's used to your weirdness filling his day but now it's just kind of empty now, and he's not gonna front he's really missing your fifty random tiktoks a day you usually send him
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