#nhl rafe

[rafescvntyclubgf]

“𝐁𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧” - 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐔

𝙽𝙷𝙻!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚅𝙸𝙸𝙸

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 | 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙻𝙰 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝙷𝙻 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝙳𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑?

𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎?

𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 | 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 - 𝚓𝚓 (𝚋𝚏), 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚔𝚢𝚢 (𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛), 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 (𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 + 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎), 𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 (𝚓𝚓’𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝), 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚎 (𝚕𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 + 𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎), 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚢 (𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎)

𝜗𝜚 𝕁𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝟝𝕥𝕙 𝜗𝜚

𝜗𝜚 𝕁𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 6𝕥𝕙 𝜗𝜚

𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕜 ↗

[cailinsblog]

😻MASTERLIST😻

These are the teams I have written for so far💕💕

Request open

Reblogs are heavily appreciated 

NHL

New Jersey devils

Montreal Canadians

Vancouver

Florida panthers

Blackhawks

New York rangers

columbus blue jackets

Colorado Avalanche

Philadelphia Flyers 

Utah hockey club

Michigan

San Jose

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Formal one

McLaren

Ferrari

Red bull

[literaryslapshot]

i'm a little wine drunk. thinking ab being wine drunk with your man.

when you're tipsy to the point where you get giggly and handsy. he loves it, he's all for it. this is his favorite stage of you being drunk. one more drink then you get really flirty, another drink after that you get aggressive, then one more drink and you can't stand up. so right before shit hits the fan, he's all for it. he loves when you slide a hand over his chest through his button shirt, he loves when you run your hands through his hair making it look like post sex hair, messing up the gel he put in an hour previous. oh, he also loves when you give him a sloppy kiss right after taking a big swig of your drink. he can taste the tequila mixed with lime on your tongue, then he has to put his hands firmly on your hips to get you to slow down and take a breath. he loves when you're still tipsy that he can still have a conversation, because he knows realistically he has about ten minutes before he's having to follow you around making sure you're not picking up someone else's drink. he loves when you're tipsy.

[goldfades]

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡ ᥫ᭡ TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS!

STARTING DECEMBER 13, 2024 TIL DECEMBER 25TH !!

⎯ hello, everyone! welcome to my celly! in celebration of christmas, i'll be doing a 12 days of christmas blurb fest featuring some of my favorite fandoms! each day will bring a festive theme, cozy vibes, and a touch of romance.

⎯ i will also be doing an ask segment, where you'll be able to send me an emoji, an idea (from my list, or your own) + a prompt!

AND the holidays approach, it’s important to remember those who are facing hardships, such as the people of palestine. in times of crisis, solidarity matters more than ever. you can support palestinian communities by donating to reputable organizations providing aid, such as food, medical supplies, and shelter.

amplifying their voices on social media, supporting palestinian-owned businesses, and educating others about the situation can make a big impact. every action, big or small, helps create a ripple effect of hope. let’s spread compassion and stand together for justice, especially during this season of giving!

here are some links that can help, thank you for reading and helping palestine!!

help palestine with a click | heal palestine | unrwa | resources for palestine

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ; send me a 🎀 for a blurb !!

prompt lists you can choose from! happy little holiday scenarios for your otp , a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! , christmas prompts

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓 ; 12 blurbs for the 12 days of christmas!

12/13/24 ➜ DAY ONE ft. matt rempe | SLIPPING INTO YOU Matt drags you to the local ice rink. Matt is a natural skater, while you can barely stand without falling. Cue laughter, clumsy hand-holding, and lingering touches as they help each other stay upright (though, that doesn't do much)

12/14/24 ➜ DAY TWO ft. rafe cameron | UNDER THE MISTLETOE At a posh Tannyhill Christmas party, you get caught under the mistletoe with none other than Rafe Cameron. Friends egg you on, but what starts as a joking kiss turns into something much deeper.

12/15/24 ➜ DAY THREE ft. jack hughes | CLASSIC ONE-BED TROPE A planned weekend getaway turns into an extended stay when a blizzard traps you and their your long-time crush, Jack in a cozy cabin. With only one bed and a fireplace for warmth, your unspoken feelings finally come to light.

12/16/24 ➜ DAY FOUR ft. quinn hughes | TANGLED UP IN YOU You and Quinn team up for a late-night gift-wrapping session. Between ripped paper, forgotten tape, and silly arguments about the “right” way to wrap, your laughter turns into a moment of quiet intimacy.

12/17/24 ➜ DAY FIVE ft. paige bueckers | HOME FOR CHRISTMAS You join Paige in Minnesota for her family’s Christmas celebration. From sledding on frozen lakes to drinking her favorite hot cocoa, you see the side of Paige that only comes out at home, and it feels like she’s letting you into her world

12/18/24 ➜ DAY SIX ft. jude bellingham | SANTA'S FAVORITE FORWARD After his last game before the holiday break, Jude finds you in the stands wearing his jersey and a Santa hat. He runs to you and lifts you into a hug, promising he’s all yours for Christmas. Insisting on cooking Christmas dinner for you (despite his lack of experience), the kitchen turns into chaos, but his determination to impress you makes it the best meal you’ve ever had.

12/19/24 ➜ DAY SEVEN ft. luke hughes | CHRISTMAS TREE FARM You and Luke visit a Christmas tree farm to pick out the perfect tree. Between wandering through rows of evergreens and Luke lifting you to reach the top branch, your chemistry becomes undeniable.

12/20/24 ➜ DAY EIGHT ft. jack hughes | SWEET LIKE YOU You and your boyfriend, Jack have a cookie-decorating contest against his friends and their partners. The guys get way too competitive, but your boyfriend insists your messy cookies are “art.”

12/21/24 ➜ DAY NINE ft. joe burrow | WHERE THE HEART IS The reader invites Joe to their hometown for Christmas. Amid festive parades, ice skating, and meeting the family, sparks fly, and the love interest realizes what “home” truly means.

12/22/24 ➜ DAY TEN ft. nico hischier | HOME ICE ADVANTAGE During a Christmas trip to Nico's hometown, his family challenges you to a backyard hockey game. He’s torn between showing off his skills and helping you win against his competitive siblings.

12/23/24 ➜ DAY ELEVEN ft. auston matthews | UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS Auston hides an engagement ring in an ornament, and while you’re decorating the tree, he gets down on one knee.

12/24/24 ➜ DAY TWELVE ft. paige bueckers | BEST SECRET OF ALL Paige loves outdoing everyone, and when it’s time for the team’s Secret Santa exchange, her overly thoughtful gift for you makes it clear she’s paying extra attention. You scramble to figure out how to match her energy.

★ merry christmas to my babies!!! i hope everyone enjoys, and cheers to a new year, and many more together 🫶🏼

© goldfades 2023

all materials posted are MINE!!!, i do not give permission for my writing to be posted on ANY other website without my consent. i will report your ass.

[lecsainz]

WHO I WRITE FOR

( back to nav || go to main masterlist || requests are OPEN )

If there's no one you want me to write about, send something in the inbox, and I'll take a look; I might try to write for you 😉

FORMULA ONE; charles leclerc, carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo, pierre gasly, lewis hamilton, george russell, mick schumacher, oscar piastri, lando norris, lance stroll, kimi raikkonen, sebastian vettel.

FORMULA TWO & THREE; arthur leclerc, ollie bearman, dennis hauger, paul aron.

COLLEGE HOCKEY; ethan edwards, mark estapa, rutger mcgroarty, luca fantilli.

NHL; matt barzal, jack hughes, luke hughes, quinn hughes, trevor zegras, vince dune, connor bedard.

NFL; travis kelcey, joey burrow, nick bosa.

FOOTBALL; mason mount, pedro gonzalez, pablo gavira, paulo dybala, vinicius jr., jude bellingham, antonie griezmann, joao felix, marc guiu.

RIODANVERSE; percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, luke castellan, clarisse la rue, nico di angelo, thalia grace.

HARRY POTTER; harry potter, ron wesley, hermione granger, fred and george wesley, draco malfoy, oliver wood, cedrico diggory.

OUTER BANKS; jj maybank, rafe cameron, sarah cameron, john b routledge, kiara carerra.

SPIDER-MAN; mcu!peter parker, miles morales, If you wanted a character being peter parker I can write too (ex: dylan obrien!spider-man).

MISCELLANEOUS; dylan obrien, logan lerman, nate archibald, tristan dugray, stiles stilinski, milo manheim, evan buckley, chris evans, tom holland.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

I love hockey!Rafe and that one “possessive” fic has awoken something in me so for all my other nhl girlies, what team do we think Rafe is playing for?

do we think he’s playing for the hurricanes and omg … hear me out… jj for the capitals… IM CRYING the ideas

[shoot-the-oneshot]

NEW YEAR NEW PROMPTS!!! Request are open!!! Send em in

- [ ] 74 “Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

- [ ] 75 “have you eaten today?” “Yeah” “okay have you eaten more than a fruit roll up”

- [ ] 76 “tell me again.”

- [ ] 77 “be my good girl.”

- [ ] 78 “who did it?”

- [ ] 79 “I don’t care where I am in the world I’m with you, I’m right there with you.”

- [ ] 80 “Tell me. Do you plan out all of the dumb stuff you do? Or does it just come naturally?"

- [ ] 81 "I plan but it never goes how I want."

- [ ] 82 “I might have done some bad things in my life but you are by far the best.

- [ ] 83 "I gave a dude your number, he wouldn't stop bothering me, give em' hell,"

- [ ] 84 "do you have my sad hoodie? I need my sad hoodie,"

- [ ] 85 "oh really?" / "yes, really." / "lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart”

- [ ] 86 “Weird way to propose, but ok."

- [ ] 87 Why do you insist on giving me pet names?

- [ ] 88 "you? beat me? what a joke,"

- [ ] 89 of course the flowers I got you were the best, you think you can do better?'

[birdiewriteslit]

BIRDIE’S 300 CELLY

— hi all! recently i hit 300 followers!!! thank you to everyone who likes my work and interacts with it. i appreciate EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!!!! MWAH💋

— this celly will be open from february 18th - february 29th (leap day!)

— in order to participate, you can send in asks with a prompt/scenario along with who you want the piece to be about which can be:

• an nhl player (hughes brothers, jamie drysdale, nico hischier, etc.)

• luke castellan

• jj maybank

• rafe cameron

• jace velaryon

• harry j. potter

• charlie weasley

• marauders

• lol ik this is a really random assortment but it really just be my favs

— in your ask, you can use one of the prompts/scenarios from this list or:

🪩 send this with a fluffy scenario for a blurb

🍾 send this with a smutty scenario for a blurb

🎱 send this with an angsty scenario for a blurb

🥂 send this with an au for me to write

events masterlist - all fics for this can be found here

thank you to a few of my moots for supporting😚😚:

@jules-loves-lukecastellan @surftrips @positivelyholland

[rafescvntyclubgf]

“𝐁𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧” - 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐔

𝙽𝙷𝙻!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚅𝙸𝙸

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 | 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙻𝙰 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝙷𝙻 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝙳𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑?

𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎?

𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 | 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 - 𝚓𝚓 (𝚋𝚏), 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚔𝚢𝚢 (𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛), 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎 (𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 + 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎), 𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 (𝚓𝚓’𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝), 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚎 (𝚕𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 + 𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎)

𝜗𝜚 𝕁𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝟝𝕥𝕙 𝜗𝜚

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚅𝙸𝙸𝙸

[i-love-ptv]

hey hotties! i’m not quite sure what you guys are into, so def send in requests so i can write some more! I’ll look into who i’d be down w writing for, but any prompt is allowed! <333

Also! Forgot to mention, but i will not be writing anything that includes any type of sa. I know some people are into that dark stuff, but I am not, and I don’t feel comfortable w writing that.

[theemporium]

controversial but I kinda dig buzzcut barzy in weird way

[literaryslapshot]

thinking about that black hole of time between Christmas and NYE, with your man on vacation just the two of you.

how you take the time off, enjoying staying in bed until 10 am each day, not feeling the need to stay “dressed up” only wearing casual clothes. doing mundane tasks around the house together, baking together, renovating some places around you house together.

going to new shops around town you hadn’t gone to yet, maybe doing a weekend getaway in a few towns over just the two of you. no distractions, no work calls, no family members to bother you.

having movie marathons every night cuddled up in bed, reading to each other, doing paint by numbers in the living room. building a lego bouquet of flowers he got for you, going on walks of its not too cold.

just doing mundane things together that shows a homestyle type of love <3

[blueeyedbesson]

guys i have 51 fics in my drafts. some are finished and are ready to be posted but i was thinking about deleting the ones that aren't started or are only half finished ideas from so long ago that i don't remember the general direction i was going

[undercovercameron]

same person, same mistakes

summary: coming home from college, you see the boy you never wanted to; and he's the same as he always was.

notes: i just wrote this literally so quick it was magical... there is rough sex, cheating, a semi-choking kink (as always), and mentions of drug use and literal alcohol use in this one! i'm also yet again noticing a pattern.... what is with me and bathroom sex? anyways i hope you people enjoy! consider this a favor, i'm preparing you all for rafe to have a love interest

tags: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 2929

When you walked into the country club that night, you made a beeline for the bar. Your first year of college had not been treating you well, and you needed a drink. A strong one at that. 

Your favorite bartender, a red-headed woman named Joey, was working that night. She made you a vodka soda just like how you liked ‘em: more vodka than soda and a shit ton of lime. An underage-drinking staple. But hey, you were only two years away from legality. It wasn’t that bad. 

You drank it with your younger brother Landon by your side at the bar, watching him refresh Twitter for the status reports of the hockey game happening tonight. 

“You want the NHL, Landon?” Joey asked, wiping up a ring of perspiration with a black rag at the now-empty tabletop to his right. “I can change it.”

“Yes, Joey, thank you,” Landon sighed, pocketing his phone, and swiveled around in his chair towards the TV mounted beside the bar. “Hey,” he said abruptly, and you hummed curiously in response. “Rafe is here.”

You crunched down onto the ice cube in your mouth, the easy smile on your lips hardening.

“Who is he with?” You ask, not turning to look, and focus in on the stack of paper coasters next to the mixing pads. 

“Dunno. Some girl. She has black hair.”

The grip on your drink tightens. 

“Nice,” you say through gritted teeth, gaze never wavering from the coasters. 

Yes, Rafe Cameron had a girlfriend. She was some hotshot golfer from Northern Carolina. You saw her in your communications lecture sometimes, sitting in the front row next to her posse of badly self-tanned girls with shining smiles and alcohol problems. She had sat next to you on the first day, passing you the syllabus with a snarky look on her face, and you had decided to hate her right then and there. It was a simple hatred, nothing personal, but when she came back to the Outer Banks with Rafe’s hand in hers, it got personal. 

Rafe was your highschool fling. He used to pick you up from school in his truck and you’d go out to the lighthouse or the beach by his house or his grandparents' summer home fifteen minutes away to hang out, have sex, or smoke. Usually all three. You two dated for nearly 10 months starting at the first semester of your senior year, and then he decided to break it off and focus on being a good son and good employee of his father’s. Whatever. Like he actually did anything of the sort— all he’d done while you were at college was hold his hand out to his father and snort coke with your hometown’s dealer. 

And then he has a girlfriend. A beautiful girlfriend, but you’d never admit it. You wonder if she has a cocaine problem too. 

You weren’t averse to drugs, no—in fact, you had a J with your breakfast nearly every day. But at least you weren’t dropping hundreds of dollars for fifteen minutes of a high every week. And at least you weren’t distracting yourself between the legs of a tall black-haired student athlete. 

Maybe you were bitter. 

“Two more,” says a breathless voice at the end of the bar, and you just let your eyes fall closed. Landon slaps at your arm without pulling his eyes from the TV, and you curse at him with a smack back. Asshole. 

“Y/N?”

You breathe in through your nose. Okay. Don’t act like you recognize him. 

You turn towards Rafe, a pleasantly blank look on your face, and purse your lips. 

“Hi.”

“Hey.” His perfectly tan face splits in a grin, and he comes around the corner of the bar towards you two. “Hey, Landon.” He daps up your brother, that stupid look still on his face, and just stands and looks at you for a second. He puts his hands on his hips, and your gaze follows them for a second before moving back up to his face, whip-fast. You see him catch it, the corners of his lips tugging up further. He sighs. “I see the Xanax finally caught up to you.”

“Ha!” You blurt loudly, a mocking smile on your face, and you look down to your feet. “That’s actually pretty ironic, sweetheart. You’ve got a little something.” You look him in his eyes and wipe at your nostril. The grin drops from his face. 

“Nice to see you again.” His tongue pushes at the spot between his teeth and his lip. “Just like old times. Still a bitch.”

“Still wasting your dad’s money.” You sip at your drink, lips around the straw. You catch him glance at them. Ha. Gotcha. “How’s, uh, Betsy King, over there?”

The black haired girl is sitting on the deck with her back to the bar, watching the hockey game on an outdoor TV. You watch her hair move in the wind for a moment, hating it. 

“Easier than you, believe or not.” Rafe stares at you. You snort. This is fun, you suppose. Just like old times, like he said. Biting conversation and secret glances at each others’ mouths. 

“Two whiskey sours?” Calls Joey from the end of the bar, eyebrows drawn when she doesn’t see her patron. Rafe glances back at you, chewing at his lip, but decides against whatever he was going to say. He just walks over and grabs his drinks and disappears back outside. You suck at the straw of your drink, coming up empty, and drop it onto the counter. Your head is buzzing. From the liquor, yes, but also from him. He makes you so angry—so stupidly and embarrassingly angry. That stupid face and stupid smile and stupid hair and stupid boat shoes. 

“That was nice,” says Landon, still focused on the TV, but you see his head turn slightly when you sigh. 

“Sorry.” You are, really. You’re supposed to be on your best behavior; it’s not every day your parents let you take your 16 year old brother to the country club to sit and watch you get drunker and drunker.

“Yeah.” He sounds annoyed, and you feel embarrassed.

You drain two more vodka sodas and call it a night. You spend your time staring at the array of liquors and mixers beneath you at the bar, making small talk with Joey about the island, and numbly watch the hockey players beat each other to death. Rafe comes back in for another drink an hour after your conversation, but you just ignore his eyes on your profile. 

“I’m gonna go pee, and then we’ll leave.” You heave yourself off of the stool, wincing at your sore ass, and nearly stumble. Shit. 

Landon says “okay”, eyes on his phone and texting, and you hobble towards the bathroom on steady feet. You avoid looking outside, knowing it will only aggravate you. 

The bathroom door slams behind you, too heavy for its own good, and the motion sensor lights kick on. You pee, staring up at the ceiling, and try to will away the pounding in your head and rippling vision. 

You scrub your hands after, desperate to rid them of the dirt and grime of your day, and try not to think about how you wish you could wash Rafe out of your life. You stare at yourself in the mirror with a paper towel between your hands. 

The girl in the mirror looks tired. You poke a finger at a pimple on your forehead, frowning. You just sigh. 

You turn towards the door and wrench it open, the smell of restaurant and something musky filling your nose before you step out, and you barely get a foot out the door. Two hands push at your abdomen, eerily familiar, and you stumble back into the bathroom with your eyebrows drawn in confusion. 

Rafe clouds your vision and your smell, hard chest at eye-level, and he reaches behind him to lock the door. 

You stare up at him, chest heaving and he looks down at you with those stormy eyes. 

“You’re aggravating, you know that?” He says, sounding exasperated, and seizes your waist in one large hand, pulling you to him. His mouth finds yours, familiar, and you feel his fingers on your warm cheek. You hate to admit it but your heart thumps loudly in your chest when you taste him. 

His other arm snakes around your hips and grabs at your ass. You fall into the hard counter of the sink vanity, and you hum pleasantly. 

“What about—about her?” You barely pull away to say, breathless, and he just pulls you back to him with his with strong fingers entwined in your hair. 

“Up,” he murmurs into your mouth, and you brace a hand on the sink and obey. He pushes between your legs and your arms wind around his neck. You just breathe each other in, blood pounding, pressed up against each other. 

Your fingers find the hem of his shirt, and you push it up to feel his skin. He’s hot. Your fingers crawl up his abdomen and press to the center of his stomach, feeling it heave and push against your fingertips. He nearly flinches away at your cold fingers but is drawn closer when you make a noise into his mouth that reminds him of that time in the lighthouse where you had left with bruises around your neck and he with an ache in his hips. His hair is smooth when you drag a hand up to feel it, newly blunt and choppy. You like it all the same. 

His body has grown and matured while you’ve been gone. His shoulders are stronger, bulkier, and when you feel the flesh of his stomach it feels more alive. Like he’s been moving and working hard while you were gone. Maybe he has been. With her. 

You pull away at the thought. He chases you, fingers at your jaw, but you back up into the wall. He licks at his lips, a dangerous look in his eyes. He doesn’t like when he doesn’t get what he wants. 

“What’s her name?” You ask. He removes himself from your grasp, backing away. He drags a hand through his hair. When his eyes meet yours, his eyebrows are drawn and his lips screwed up as he chews at his lip. 

“Allison.”

“Do you love her?”

He barks out a laugh when you ask, hands pressed to the counter on either side of you, head bowed. 

“Love? Are you insane?” He looks back up at you, shaking his head. He heart skips a beat when he thinks of you two in high school, and then he thinks he might be insane. 

“Well, I’m currently in a family bathroom at the Island Club with you, so maybe.” You try a smile, but it falls when your eyes meet again. He thinks for a second. 

“You’d be in here with me even if I was fucking married to that girl.” He watches your expression change from somber to disbelieving. 

“You think?” Your eyebrows raise, incredulous, and watch as he nears you again and bows down to your eye level. You like to think you’re not the affair-woman. Well, you guess you might be. 

“I know so. Why do you think I told your brother to get you to come tonight?” His lips curl into a smirk. 

You just stare at him. Manipulative, psychotic, deranged, possessive. He’s all of the above and more. He slipped the idea into your goody-two-shoes 16 year old brother’s head to bring you to a bar and fuck him, and it makes your heart drop to your stomach. 

You grab at the collar of his shirt and tug him down to you. Your mouths connect with a hot breath into his mouth, and you arch up into him. His hands find your lower back and he drags you further from the wall, letting you carefully slide on the granite and fall onto your back. 

His large hands fumble with your pants, popping the buttons, and you crane your neck to watch as he tugs them down your legs, panties following with a slip of his thumb. He ducks to kiss you again and you hear his belt jingle. His fingers tug your shirt up and over your bra, and he grabs at a breast tightly as he jerks you down once more and pushes his dick into you. 

You cry out, fingers on his cheekbone, and arch up into him. He just hums into your mouth, liking the feeling of your muscles straining around him, and it feels just as good as it used to. Just as beautiful as you’ve always been. 

“Rafe,” you start, a breath caught in your throat. His nose brushes yours and he looks into your wide eyes. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Rafe’s head falls, and he groans into your neck. Fuck, you’re so hot. 

He grips your hips tight and pulls you away and then back, hips colliding with yours and prompting a pained noise from your mouth. He relishes in it. 

He slaps a hand at the wall above your head, using it as tension, and his hips move along with yours like they’re supposed to. It’s an uncoordinated dance, soft flesh rippling against hard muscle, and he pants into your mouth with the strain. 

“You feel so good,” he groans into your ear, and you squeeze around him in response. “Fuck.”

“Please,” you mumble, lips pressed haphazardly against his stubbly cheek. He smells so good. You curl an arm around his head, fingers brushing past his hair, and hold his head down by yours. 

The bathroom is loud with breaths and the sounds your bodies make, lewd and hurried. He huffs into your neck when he feels a pinch in his back and adjusts you further from the wall quickly. Nearly your entire ass is hanging off of the edge, precarious, but you know he won’t let you drop. His fingers around your back fall and he pushes his hand between your legs, seeking what you know he’s always been good at paying attention to. His large thumb finds your clit immediately, strumming you open, and your head falls back.

“You’re on the pill still?” He asks, fingers tight, and you close your eyes.

“Implant,” you say, squeezing your eyes shut. “Fuck, Rafe,” you nearly cry, but slap a hand over your mouth. His thumb strokes you in quick circles, and you’re cumming onto him embarrassingly quickly. Your abdomen tenses and you curl up into him. You feel your legs warm and you tighten them around his back, wanting him deeper as you fade into pleasure.

He grins at that, but it fades when his eyes squeeze shut and he’s bowing to touch his forehead to your chest. He bites at the bunched-up material of your shirt and pushes himself as deep as possible—so far that you can feel the flesh of your stomach move. He cums into you then, the release washing over his whole body and coating him in a sheen, and he nearly collapses on top of you. 

You two catch your breath, still connected, and he pants hot into your neck. 

“Fuck.” You struggle to swallow, nearly choking on an inhale. 

“Yeah.”

He rugs himself from you, wincing, and zips his pants back up. He offers you a hand and you take it, struggling to slide off of the counter and onto your shaky legs. He watches you slide your underwear back on, wiping his mouth, and enjoys the show. You get your pants back up but fumble with the button and zipper. 

“I hate this,” you mumble, eyebrows furrowed, and just give up with a roll of your eyes. 

“Here,” he half-chuckles, and easily zips you up and buttons you with nimble fingers. Fingers you know and love. 

Wait. 

Before you can think about that, he grabs your face in two hands and tilts you up to him, staring at your relaxed features. He admires you. And then he dips to kiss your mouth one final time, savoring how your lips move against him like they’re supposed to. Like they always have. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispers, breath cool on your lips, and you stare up at him with confused eyes. 

“What’s tomorrow?” 

“I’ll come over.” He shrugs, and reaches to unlock the door. It swings open, and he sweeps a hand to gesture for you to leave first. You pass the threshold, patting down your hair, and lock eyes with Allison when you emerge from the cove that has the entrance to the kitchen and the bathrooms. She looks confused. 

Guilt washes over your body, making your blood prickle at your skin, and you swallow. You walk straight past her piercing gaze, feeling Rafe pass you and go straight for the deck. You grab your jacket from next to Landon and feel for the keys. 

“Let’s go,” you say to your brother, voice quiet, and he nods. He follows you as you exit through the side door, heading for your parent’s SUV. You toss him the keys when you get to the passenger door and he secretly and silently fist pumps. 

“Did you talk to Rafe?”

Landon asks when he gets buckled and starts the engine. You sling the seatbelt over your torso and click it into place. 

“Yeah. He hasn’t changed.” You watch Rafe usher Allison out the side door, hand on her lower back, and you swallow. “Let’s go home.”

[bradshawed]

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