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BLOOD PACT 🩸 Jealous!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Feel like this is something Rafe (especially S2 Rafe) would 100% pull after being jealous and high out of his mind. He’d make you swear you are his, he’d insist on connecting your blood with his to seal that promise.

Warnings: blood (duh😭), open wound, drug usage, Rafe’s possessive af

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You were chatting with your friends, enjoying a party at Tannyhill. Parties there were never chill ones, 'cause Rafe was the one throwing them. Most of the people there were high and drugged out of their minds, so you preferred to stay out of trouble, hanging out with your girl friends and not getting wasted.

Rafe always had his eyes on you tho. He was selling coke to people and messing around with Kelce and Topper, but he always knew where you were, who you were talking to, what state you were in. Partially because he was so damn possessive, mostly because he wanted to make sure you're safe.

So it was to no surprise that he stormed over the second he saw JJ making his way over to you. "Fuck off Maybank," he shielded you with his body before JJ even got a chance to say something to you. You tried to get a hold of Rafes arm, to calm him down a bit, but he didn't budge, his eyes blown and fingers twitchy, mind foggy from all the lines he already snorted tonight.

JJ frowned when he noticed Rafes state. It genuinely baffled him, how someone like you could be with someone like him. "Does he hurt you?" JJ mumbled out, alcohol blinding his own mind, his question clearly directed at you even tho his eyes were locked with Rafes.

"Fuck did you say?" Rafe shoved him, JJ shoved him back, Rafe hit him, JJ hit him back, both landing some serious hits to each others face. The rest was a mess, JJs friends pushed Rafe off him when he was starting to get the upper hand, and you finally got a hold of him, holding his shaking arm with both your hands, praying he'll just stay with you and not beat all of them up.

"Rafe, baby, let's go, please," you pleaded and he took one look at you, blown eyes meeting your worried ones and he knew he'd do anything for you right now. He gave a quick nod, grabbed your hand and dragged you to his room, slamming the door.

"What the fuck are they even doing here?" Rafe mumbled, finally realising that JJ was at his party. "'m gonna kill them," he snarled, pacing, making his way to the door again but you jumped in front of him, holding his face, forcing him to look at you.

"Rafe, please, 'm here with you, 'kay? Stay here." You pleaded again and your touch on his face had a calming effect on him, so he rolled his eyes but gave a nod, hoping Kelce and Topper will kick the Pogues out.

"Fuck," he whispered and pulled away from you, still pacing around the room, his whole body tense and shivering, "shit, the fuck was that? I would never hurt you." He grumbled, panicking because of what JJ said. Drugs fogged his mind and images of you leaving him suddenly flooded in, images of that Pogue dragging you away fogging his judgement.

"Rafe—“ "Fuck."

"Rafe!" He froze and looked over at you through glossy eyes. You walked over to him again, grabbed his hands into your own and rubbed calming circles into his palms. "Breathe, 'kay? I don't know why JJ was there, but it doesn't—“

JJ. He hated the way his name rolled off your tongue, the rest of your words getting drowned by his thoughts again.

His mind was racing as he sat you down on his bed, running a hand through your hair. "You're mine, right? For good, right?" He asked, standing over you, panic evident in his eyes. You wished you'd see his thoughts, but you couldn't make any sense out of him. He was usually so confident in your relationship, bragging to everyone about you, showing you off, holding you close, you hated the way the drug affected his mind.

"Of course, baby," you ran your hands down his chest, trying to soothe him but he stepped away again, not registering your touches.

"Prove it," he mumbled and suddenly stood still, eyes burning through you. You frowned. He needs a proof? You felt offended, honestly. But then again he wasn't thinking straight, so you gave him a nod, hoping it would finally calm him down.

He watched you and nodded back a few times, "'kay, 'kay," he started to search through his drawer, mumbling something.

"Alright," he said and you flinched when you finally saw what he was holding in his hand now, the blade reflecting back some moonlight from his window.

"Rafe—“ "Don't worry," he whispered ever so gently and sat down next to you, "won't hurt you,” he promised, his free hand squeezing your leg in a comforting manner, and you relaxed a bit, holding eye contact with him. His pupils finally stopped shaking, his eyelids heavy now.

"I love you," he mumbled, and leaned closer to you, his breath brushing against your skin, "wanna be with you for good, baby, 'kay? You're mine," his grip on your leg became harder but you let him, and ran a hand through his hair.

"I love you too Rafey, you know that, just me and you, alright?" You were brushing his hair with your fingers gently, looking at him. His eyes landed on your lips for a few seconds before he captured them in a messy kiss.

"Yeah," he mumbled and brought the knife to his palm, "we do this, you know 'll take care of you, alright?"

You gave a nod, ready to do anything for him as he ran the blade through his skin, leaving a red cut along the way. He didn't really react in any way, numb to any pain from the intoxication.

"Here," he reached for your hand, and noticed you were shaking, "shhh," he cooed, and his thumb gently caressed your palm before he ran the blade through your skin too, but your cut was a lot smaller, not as deep, and he kissed your cheek gently when you winced.

"Atta girl," he mumbled more to himself and brought your injured hand up, holding his own to yours, eyes locked there. "Swear to be mine, to stay with me? Never leave me," he said desperately, and you nodded immediately.

"Yes. Swear to be mine, for good?" You asked and he locked eyes with you.

"Always was," he mumbled, "but yeah. I do." He connected your hands, his fingers locking with yours, drawing soothing circles with his thumb when you felt the sting of the wound rubbing against his.

It was like something switched in him, he leaned over you, pushed you back, your hands still connected as he kissed you hungrily, teeth clashing with yours and his tongue slipping into your mouth, claiming you.

You kissed him back, moaning softly, biting down on his lower lip. He pushed your hand into the pillow next to your head, still rubbing your skins together, connecting your blood into one.

He wasn't thinking when he let go of your hand and cupped your face in his hand, smearing some of both of your blood on your jaw.

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HELLRAISER (2022) dir. David Bruckner.

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PAPARAZZI SLIP UP-DREW STARKEY

The night was supposed to be a break from the chaos of Drew's fame. You had both been keeping your relationship a secret for months, sneaking around the paparazzi's prying eyes, and using every excuse to keep the world out of your private life. But tonight, you had decided to take a chance.

Drew had insisted on a low key dinner, somewhere out of sight. The two of you sat at a quiet corner booth in a small, cozy restaurant, the dim lighting and soft jazz music providing the perfect cover. You had laughed and talked like you hadn’t a care in the world, like no one was watching, like your connection was just yours.

"I can't believe we actually got away with this," you whispered, leaning in as Drew gave you that signature smile of his, his blue eyes glinting in the low light.

"I told you. A little patience and a lot of sneaking around," he chuckled, reaching for your hand under the table. His thumb traced small circles on your palm, sending a shiver up your spine.

You squeezed his hand, your heart warming at the sight of him so relaxed, so normal. It was rare, these days, for the two of you to have a moment without the constant threat of paparazzi or fans showing up out of nowhere.

But as the night wore on, that illusion was shattered.

The door to the restaurant opened with a jingle, and suddenly the warmth in Drew’s eyes turned to wariness. You didn’t need to look to know what had caught his attention. You had learned to recognize the signs: the sudden tension in his shoulders, the shift in his posture, the way his gaze darted toward the window.

"You’re being paranoid," you said softly, trying to reassure him, though your own heart was beginning to race. You glanced over your shoulder, catching sight of two figures standing outside the restaurant, their cameras flashing through the window as they tried to get a shot.

Drew’s jaw tightened. “It’s them,” he muttered under his breath, his grip on your hand tightening. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

A flash of panic surged in your chest. You knew what this meant, this was no longer a quiet night, no longer a secret dinner. The paparazzi had caught wind of you two, and they were about to blow everything open.

Without saying another word, Drew stood, pulling you gently to your feet. “Come on. We need to leave.”

You both made your way toward the exit, Drew leading the way with his hand firmly on your back, guiding you through the maze of tables and chairs. But as soon as you stepped outside, the bright lights from the cameras hit you like a wave. Flash after flash blinded you as you shielded your face with your hand.

"Mr. Starkey! Is this your girlfriend? How long have you two been seeing each other?" a voice called out, the question sharp and demanding.

You could feel Drew’s grip on your waist tighten as he pulled you closer, his free hand moving to shield you from the crowd. "Just keep walking, Y/N," he muttered, his voice low and protective.

You both hurried toward his car, the flashing lights following you, but Drew’s pace never faltered. You could hear the reporters’ voices growing louder as they shouted questions you didn’t have answers to. "Is it true you're keeping your relationship a secret?" one asked.

"How long have you two been together? When are you going public?" another one shouted.

You tried to ignore them, focusing instead on Drew’s hand on your waist, the firm but gentle pressure reminding you that you weren’t alone in this. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

Once you reached the car, Drew quickly opened the door, ushering you inside, then climbing in after you. As he started the engine and sped away, the flashing lights and shouting grew distant.

For a moment, all that was left was the sound of the engine and the steady rhythm of your breathing.

"That was insane," you said, letting out a nervous laugh as you sank back into the seat, your heart still racing.

Drew’s eyes were focused on the road ahead, but you could see the tension in his posture. "I’m sorry," he said, his voice apologetic but tinged with frustration. "I didn’t think they would catch on so fast. I just wanted a night where we could be normal, you know?"

You reached over and placed your hand on his, squeezing it gently. "It’s not your fault. We knew the risk. And honestly, it wasn’t that bad. I mean, we made it through, didn’t we?"

He chuckled softly, his thumb running over your knuckles. "Yeah. I guess you’re right. But I hate it. Hate that this is part of the deal now."

"I know," you said quietly, staring out the window. "But we’re still together, right? That’s what matters."

Drew looked at you, his eyes softening. "Yeah. Nothing’s going to change that."

The weight of his words settled in your chest, and for the first time that night, you allowed yourself to relax. Despite the chaos, despite the flashing cameras and invasive questions, you knew that Drew was right. This was just a bump in the road. You had each other, and that was all that really mattered.

And maybe, just maybe, it was time to stop hiding.

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