a/n: my first public writing piece ever! please be nice, i’m sensitive :) let me know what you think and if i should publish the entire thing. this is a small part of a bigger series that i want to do and also this is not the first part, just the first part that i wrote! i’ve been wanting to do an OBX rewrite for a long time, please let me know what you think! this is a snippet of a rewrite of ep 6 of s2.
Series Summary: Rafe Cameron and Josephine Whittaker. The couple of the Outer Banks. Nobody knew how they made it work. He was brash, arrogant, and viewed pogues as nothing more than the scum on the bottom of his shoe. She was soft-spoken, kind, and despised the social and financial hierarchy. Polar opposites who somehow fell in love. But when the two are caught up in a whirlwind of events surrounding half-a-billion dollars in gold and a historic cross, their love will be tested to the fullest extent.
Preview Summary: Jo goes to make a deal with an unexpected ally.
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x OC (*Rafe isn’t in this snippet, though)
Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs (weed), Barry being a little creepy, not edited
Leaves crunch under her feet after every step. She already sees the beginnings of the mud that caked the bottom of her white Steve Maddens making their way to the sides, becoming more visible the more they trekked through it. She cringes, thinking about how much of a bitch they’re going to be to clean. Her mom was going to have a whole fit if she caught sight of them. She briefly wonders why she wore sneakers, but remembers it’s because her only other options were her sandals and it’s better her shoes be caked in mud rather than her feet.
Y’know what, I’ll just buy a new pair, she thinks as she steps in a particularly deep patch of mud, effectively ruining her current pair. She never stops walking though, her end destination being worth more than ruining a $75 dollar pair of shoes.
She finally stumbles upon the rundown trailer, a place she’d only ever been once before, but had never set foot in. She remembers seeing it through the passenger window of Rafe’s truck, but only for a short moment before he was grabbing what he needed and pulling out of there faster than he had pulled in.
She knew he didn’t want her there longer than she had to be.
She hesitates going up to the front door, realising how out of place she must look. Her stark white jeans, crop top, and (formerly) white shoes are a stark contrast to her surroundings. She’s grateful she didn’t drive because she’s sure her all-white BMW convertible would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb even more than herself.
Climbing the few steps up to the porch, she hesitates again. What was she even going to say? She had rehearsed it over and over again on the way but suddenly couldn’t remember anything she was going to say
Fuck it, she thinks before raising her fist and knocking on the screen door three times.
“Who is it?” a gruff voice shouts from within the house.
“Um, I’m looking for Barry,” she shouts back, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible.
She hears footsteps approaching and she takes a couple seconds to take in her surroundings. The wood is rotten and the floor beneath her creaks with every movement, the off-white, gray-ish color the house had faded into making the house seem dingier than it probably once was.
Not dingy, no, that’s rude, she thinks. Old, just old, She decides.
The screen door swings open, startling her out of her own thoughts. She has to move back quickly to avoid it hitting her, the floorboard beneath her letting out a discouraging squeak.
She comes face to face with Barry, or so she assumes. She hadn’t formally met him, only heard his name from around town and from Rafe a couple of times, but it wasn’t hard to tell. His black hair is pulled back in a ponytail and his outfit consists of a worker’s jumpsuit stained in what looks like grease. He leans against the doorframe with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, eying Jo with curiosity.
“Now, what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doing out here?” he asks, eyes raking down her body.
Everything she practiced goes out the window and the only thing she can manage is, “I need your help.”
He tongues the inside of his cheek and chuckles.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” he says with a smirk. He opens the door a little wider and beckons her inside, the smell of weed becoming so strong Jo has to resist the urge to wrinkle her nose in disgust. She knows he’s got the wrong idea of what she wants from him, so she figures she has to say something else quick.
“Now, I usually save my good shit for the regulars, but for a pretty lil’ thing like yourself I could–”
“It’s about Rafe.”
Even though his back is turned, she can see him visibly tense at the mention of her boyfriend’s name. She doesn’t know whether or not to take this as a good sign, so she takes a tentative step inside the house. He turns around slowly to face her, making her regret the step she just took. Then he starts to laugh.
Wait, what?
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Barry chuckles, cracking himself up even more, “If it isn’t Mrs. Country Club herself. A pleasure to finally meet you, princess. ”
She cringes internally at both the nicknames he’d given her.
“You two are quite the talk of the town, y’know? Kook prince and kook princess. Try to bring you up around Country Club but he goes apeshit. Said he doesn’t want you involved in this shit,” he smirks. “If only he could see you now.”
“Can I explain or are you just going to keep making fun of me?” she says with a sudden burst of bravery. The frustration and lack of sleep from worrying had manifested itself into a short temper these last few days and her patience was wearing thin.
Barry’s face doesn’t falter, only throwing his hands up in mock surrender before taking a seat on the couch.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, Mrs. Cameron?” he jabs, kicking his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. “What’s your name again, sweetheart? Jessica? Jenny? Julia?”
“Josephine.”
He snaps his fingers in the air as if he finally remembered even though she knew he couldn’t give less of a fuck.
She takes a deep breath before speaking, afraid that if she doesn’t start now she’ll lose her courage.
“Rafe needs help. Like actual, real help. The longer Ward is able to tell him what to do, the worse he’s going to get and I’m afraid of what’s going to happen when worse comes to worst,” she starts, willing herself not to cry in front of Barry. She has a gut feeling that he wouldn’t be the most sympathetic.
“Rose isn’t going to do anything about it as long as Ward’s involved. I don’t want Wheezie to be involved any more than she is. He doesn’t trust Sarah. He doesn’t trust anyone right now except for me and, for some reason, you,” she states as she crosses her arms defensively. She wishes she could do this on her own but she knows deep down that Rafe opens up more to Barry than he does to her. She ignores the pit in her stomach that forms at that thought.
“We’re his best shot at getting the help that he needs.”
Barry’s face has dropped from the amused grin he had before, his jaw now clenched with a scowl. He kisses his teeth before scoffing, “What makes you think I want to help him, let alone you?”
“Because I know you’ve noticed. And I know you’ve been letting him stay here from time to time,” she challenges. Though they never crossed paths often, Jo knew Barry had been Rafe’s first point of contact with this whole Ward-John B-Sarah situation. Another blow to her chest.
“As for me,” she says, reaching into her crossbody slowly just in case he thinks she has a weapon, “I have this.”
Barry’s eyes lock on the wad of cash between her fingers and she knows she’s got him. If she’d learn anything from being a kook, it’s that everyone has a price. Wildly unethical, but necessary when you lived in a place like the Outer Banks. She throws the wad towards him, watching as he catches it and begins to inspect it.
“And how do I know you won’t fuck me over like your lil’ boyfriend did?” he asks, never taking his eyes off the cash.
“Because there’s more where that came from,” she promises. “And I know you’ll be able to do it.”
Barry ponders for a moment before his amused grin returns.
You wake before Rafe in the morning. The words you think you heard have been on repeat in your brain for exactly seven hours; so much so that you’re not even sure you actually ever drifted off. His arm is draped loosely around your body and his snores are soft, leading you to reach down and guide your hand on top of his from where it rests around you.
In a way, you consider how perfect it would be. You wouldn’t have to live in a house with two strangers – to you and each other – for the summer until you head off to grad school, and you could be with him all the time. The way you’ve been dying to be since you first met him.
Another part of you worries. Worries that Rafe might get sick of you, worries that he might regret offering to share his space with you. What if he’d just been too caught up in his post-sex high to even properly remember what he’d said?
You bite down on your bottom lip and decide not to say a word to him about it, given you don’t want to make him feel obligated to do or say anything.
You feel him stir after a few minutes; his grip tightening around you and pulling your back into his chest. His lips ghost over your cheek, and he peaks his eyes open just enough to see that yours already are.
“Honey?” he questions softly, his voice raspy and hesitant.
You turn in his arms and give him a soft smile, urging the doubt and the uncertainty away. He relaxes a bit when he sees your sweet smile, but his eyebrows remain furrowed
“Hi,” you murmur.
“Hi,” he pulls you closer, eyes beading into yours, “You okay?”
Your smile is wider this time, “I’m great.”
Visibly, Rafe’s tenseness falls and he kisses your forehead. His hair is messy and his eyes seem extra blue somehow, a fact you study for far too long.
“Good. I was afraid you were regretful.”
“What?” you question, scooting closer to him without even realizing it.
He shrugs shyly, as if his suggestion seems ridiculous to him now. You reach up and press your palm against his cheek, stroking the skin there with the base of your thumb.
He hums under your movement, giving you a little smile as you do so.
“Rafe,” you say quietly, “I – no, I’m not regretful.”
You want to say more; to tell him how much you love him and reassure him of everything he could possibly be thinking right now. Instead, you just smile and keep stroking his skin, watching those motions reassure him in ways words never could.
“I’m glad,” he practically whispers, “Because last night meant a lot to me.”
“Me too.”
He grins, “Go brush.”
You bite your bottom lip to hide your growing smile, then turn and hurry from his bed and into his bathroom. Just as before, Rafe leisurely enters the bathroom after you, pressing himself a little too close and smiling a little too wide when you hand him his toothbrush.
You giggle, not even caring that you have a mouthful of toothpaste, unable to believe that you’re allowed to be this happy. Never in a million years would you have guessed you’d end up brushing your teeth and showering with Rafe Cameron, but something about it feels like a home that you’ve never had before. It’s easy, comforting, real, and raw. It’s honest; not some place you have to put a mask on and smile or pretend you don’t notice how your parents won’t look at each other.
Rafe pulls you back to bed after you both finish brushing, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you into his lap.
“You don’t want to lay back down?” you ask him with a teasing smirk.
“Y/N,” he shakes his head, “If we lay back down, I’m going to end up inside you again, and I know you’re probably sore.”
You giggle, “You really think highly of yourself, huh?”
His eyebrows shoot up, as if daring you to continue, but a smile teases the ends of his lips. His hands innocently roam your body before stopping just above your hips, lightly pinching your side and grinning when you squeal.
“What was that?” Rafe asks.
“Nothing, nothing,” you backpedal, laugh on your lips, “Teasing you.”
“Mhm,” he hums, “Better be. You’re beautiful when you laugh.”
“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss him.
He accepts your kiss with no hesitation; instead reaching up and guiding you down to him. He’s in no rush and he lets it show; letting his lips move slowly against yours and taking his time memorizing how you taste.
“Can I feed you now?” he asks against your lips, a part of you knowing he doesn’t want to get up from this position.
His hands remain on your body, tucking themselves under the tee shirt you’re wearing and feeling your skin on his own.
“If you must,” you smile.
His lips move down to your neck, starting a pursuit from the top down to your collar bones, nipping lightly at your skin.
“Don’t want you to go,” he mumbles, “Want you in my bed tonight.”
You squirm on his lap before you can help it, his words shooting straight to your lower stomach and causing you to bite down on your lower lip. Just the thought of being with him again is enough to have you drooling.
Before you can respond verbally, Rafe continues speaking, still against the skin on the opposite side of your neck.
“Every night,” he corrects, “Every single one.”
He pulls back then, his blue eyes staring into yours and giving you a small smile. You decide then, with him looking at you the way he is, to forget everything you’d told yourself this morning.
“Even after graduation?” you test it out, your voice high pitched and squeaky.
Rafe’s eyes widen for half a second before a bit of pink rises to his cheeks. You purse your lips to hide a smile at that, watching as he scrambles for something to say.
Um,” he stops and clears his throat, “You heard that?”
“Mhm,” you nod, “But if you just said it because–”
“Because I meant it,” he stops you, “Honey, I’d love for you to stay with me after you graduate.”
You bite down on your bottom lip, still unsure even with his convincing nature. He reaches up and brushes a strand of hair from your face, his eyes never leaving yours as he does so.
“Are you sure?” you ask, “I’m messy, and I hate doing the dishes, and I can’t cook, I can bake, I guess, but I can’t fold shirts very well, you know, like how they do at department stores?”
Rafe laughs and shakes his head, stopping you from babbling on about everything you lack in. As if it’s possible, he pulls you closer , holding your gaze with intent.
“Well, lucky for you, I lovedoing the dishes, I can cook most foods, but I can’t bake, and I do my own laundry, anyway. We sound like the perfect fit.”
You grin then, unable to help yourself. The idea of this being your life everyday for longer than a weekend fills your mind, and no part of you doubts that you’ll dislike it.
“We do, don’t we?” you ask him quietly.
He nods, “Yeah. Let’s give it a try. Please?”
You suck in a deep breath and squirm on his lap before you can help it, watching as he swallows. Slowly, you nod, stroking the hair on the back of his neck with your nails.
“You promise you’ll tell me if I get on your nerves?”
He laughs, “I really don’t think that’s possible.”
“Rafe.”
“Okay,” he chuckles, “Yes, I promise.”
“Thank you.”
You give him a happy smile, one which he returns, then give him a quick kiss and lay your head on his shoulder. His hands stroke up and down your back, calming and comforting you more than he’s aware.
“Hungry?” he whispers in your ear, laughing when you nod.
“Pancakes?” you ask, as you rise from his lap.
He grins and takes your hand, letting you pull him off the bed. He taps your ass lightly with his other hand, letting you lead him out of his bedroom.
“Yes. I’ll put chocolate chips in yours if you make coffee.”
“Sold.”
Saying goodbye to Rafe seems harder this time than the others. You’d come here to fix things, and done just that, but the thought of sleeping alone, of reading alone in bed or watching TV by yourself only makes you sad.
You can tell he feels the same with the way he squeezes your hand once you stop on the dock, staring out at the ferry as if it might kill you upon approach.
“Maybe we could have that dinner with your dad next weekend,” Rafe volunteers, “Only if you don’t have any studying to do.”
You smile and look up at him, willing to agree to suffer through a dinner with your father if it means coming back to see him.
“Yes,” you reply.
“Okay,” Rafe grins, pulling you closer, “You could bring some of your stuff, if you want.”
You giggle before you can help it, “It’s March, Rafe.”
“So?”
You collapse into his chest, your hands clawing their way up his shirt to feel his bare skin. He shivers under your touch; your hands slightly cold against his warm skin.
“The semester doesn’t end until May.”
“I don’t care,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into your hair, “Leave it anyway. It will reassure me that you have to come back every time you leave.”
Your eyes flutter closed, replaying those words over and over in your head. As usual, neither of you are in a hurry to separate, not caring about ferry schedules or the people around you.
When he squeezes, you know he’s about to tell you it’s time. Silently, you nuzzle deeper into his chest, your way of protesting.
“Honey,” he urges softly, “I’m sorry. You have to go.”
You swallow and suck in a deep breath, then pull back from his hug. His lips meet yours before either of you know it, moving sweetly and softly, showing you his love without saying a word.
“I love you,” you remind him when you pull back, your breath fanning his lips as you speak.
“I love you, too,” he promises.
Slowly, he removes your duffle bag from his shoulder and places it on your own, giving you one last kiss before he releases you completely.
You take a few steps away from him before you turn around, finding a cigarette already between his fingers and his eyes on you.
“My turn to write?” you ask.
He nods, “Yes. Soon, please.”
You grin and nod, telling him that you’ll do it. He waits for you to turn around again before he lights his cigarette, waiting there as he always does until the ferry is out of sight.
“Moving in?”
You purse your lips, not sure of what else to say. Emma stares back at you, her glasses resting on the tip of her nose as she gawks.
You’d made it into the apartment, having had to take an Uber home from the dock, and about twelve feet into the living room before you blurted out that Rafe asked you to stay with him after graduation. Her jaw had dropped instantly, and no words came out for a solid sixty seconds.
“Y/N, shit,” she mutters, “That’s big. I mean, you guys have only known each other for, like, what? Three months? Maybe?Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
You shrug innocently, “I mean, it’s only for the summer. He knows I don’t want to stay with my parents.”
“Oh, your parents,” Emma tosses her arms up in the air, “Who will probably go batshit crazy when they find out you’re bunking with the biggest party animal in the graduating class of–”
“Hey,” you snap, “He’s different now.”
“So are you,” she replies, “The Y/N I know would chain me to the couch if I tried to move in with Ethan after two months.”
Your jaw clenches a bit, defensiveness rising. You take a deep breath and try to see it from her point of view, which is the only reason why you see where she’s coming from. Before Rafe, these decisions would’ve been insane to you. Now that you’ve been in love, it just seems to be what’s right.
“You don’t love him,” you point out, “And,you’re not dating him. Officially.”
Emma shakes her head, “Not the point.”
“That’s exactly the point, Em. I feel at home with him. The only other person I’ve felt that with is—”
You stop when you feel the emotions swell in your chest, crossing your arms and unwilling to admit it when the two of you are on the verge of fighting. Her eyes widen when she realizes, taking a few steps closer.
“Me?” she asks.
You nod, “Yes, you. And I can’t live with you, so–”
“Oh, Y/N,” she groans, throwing her arms around you, “You know I just had to be the mom for a minute. Since you’ve always been the mom for me.”
You laugh and wrap your arms around her squeezing her closer. A few more months, and your best friend is going back to Virginia with her family, off to her next adventure. Without you. The fear of the friendship fading into social media updates and sporadic ‘It’s been too longI!’ text messages makes your heart ache, even as you cling to her.
“Does that mean I can move in with him?” you teasingly ask.
She laughs, “Yes. On one condition.”
“Which is?”
Emma pulls back, giving you a genuine smile.
“You have to call me everyday.”
You laugh and nod your head, pulling her in for one final hug before the two of you separate.
“I can and I will,” you agree.
“Good. Wanna watch Golden Girls?”
The week drags longer than any other week before it. Your classes get longer, your professors drone on more and more, and the hours pass by at a slower pace. You mailed Rafe a letter on Monday, reading:
Rafe,
I told Emma about moving in with you after we graduate. She was hesitant at first, but we have her blessing. Just thought you’d want to know that.
I’m in a class right now. I know I should be paying attention, but all I can think about is you. Can I send you a dirty letter? I’m afraid the guy who delivers your mail will read it.
Actually, I don’t care if he does.
All I can think about is the way you feel when you pull me close. The way your hands feel when they move down my back and slip under my shirt. The way your mouth felt on my chest that first night. The way you cover every inch of my body when you’re on top of me, touching me everywhere. I love the way your skin feels on mine. It’s one of my favorite things, actually. I can’t wait to feel you again. Every part of you. We’ll take our time this time. No anxiety, no rushing. I just want to memorize every piece of you.
Now, I’m thinking about hugging you and kissing you, and how much I want to do it for hours on end. To just feel safe with you and loved by you is the most incredible feeling in the world. I can’t stop thinking about how amazing it’s going to feel when I get to see you every single day.
Thank you for letting me stay with you. Honestly, I think I’d have gotten my own place if you hadn’t come up with the idea. I just can’t stand to live with my parents for another second. Not when I could be coming home to you every day.
Anyway, sorry my letter seems to be all over the place. That’s kind of been me the past few days, though. My mind is only calm when I’m with you.
I hope your week is going well. Call if you want to talk, otherwise write to me soon.
I love you.
Yours,
Y/N
When Tuesday evening rolls around, and you’re knee deep in homework, trying to knock it all out before you go back home, Rafe calls. You grin and slam your laptop shut, sitting back on your bed as you answer.
“Hello?”
He’s silent for a moment, but you can hear him exhale. You bite down on your bottom lip, waiting to hear his voice.
“You sent me a dirty letter?”
His voice is low, raspy, telling you just how much your words have gotten to him. You squirm on your bed, containing your laughter.
“Kinda,” you tease, “Did you like it?”
“Y/N,” he groans, “Yeah, honey, I fucking liked it. I had to take a shower after I read it.”
“Oh,” you laugh, then purse your lips when you realize what he means, “Oh.”
“You’re killing me,” he mumbles.
“Sorry.”
“It’s worth it. I miss you.”
“I miss you, too,” you say without missing a beat, “So, I get out of class at two on Thursday, and the last ferry leaves at–”
“Take it,” he tells you, “I’ll come get you when you get in.”
“Are you sure? It’s gonna be a bit late–”
“Don’t care, honey. I’ll come get you at three in the morning if it means I get one more night with you.”
You smile; feeling that familiar heat bloom all over your body. It pools in your stomach – evidence of your need for him.
“Thank you, Rafe,” you whisper.
You can practically feel his smirk through the phone, but you wait for his words anyway.
“Yeah, well, we’re going to need the extra night to give you even more to write about in your next dirty letter,” he teases.
You laugh, “I guess we will, huh?”
“Hmm,” he hums, “Make sure you check your mailbox tomorrow. I don’t want your mailman reading my letter, either.”
“You wrote me a dirty letter back?” you gasp.
He chuckles. You shift on your bed, laying on your side instead of your back, sitting up with intrigue.
“I did, honey. All of my excitement for Thursday is in there.”
“I can’t wait to see you,” you tell him, “I’m doing all my homework now so I don’t have to worry about it when I’m there.”
“Good idea. I’ll let you get back to it, okay?”
You frown, but you know that’s probably for the best.
“Okay.”
“I love you,” he says quietly, “All mine.”
“All yours. I love you, too.”
“Bye, honey.”
“Bye, Rafe.”
Y/N,
First, I’m glad Emma approves of you living with me over the summer. Don’t forget about my extra bedroom, Emma can always come and stay with us if she wants to visit. Ethan can come too, if they’re still a thing by then. He’s a cool guy, so I wouldn’t mind.
Now, let’s talk about how riled up you got me with just a few words. I mean, really? You of all people want to talk about how good skin to skin contact feels? Do you even understand how much I love feeling you? Because I do.
That first night you let me see you, I was putty in your hands, honey. I would’ve given you absolutely anything, right then and there. Touching you, feeling you, it was everything. And when you let me put my mouth on you? I thought I was going to cum in my pants like a fucking fourteen year-old. You taste amazing, and it strokes my ego a lot knowing I’m the only person who knows that. I can’t wait until you’re here. I’m gonna lay you down and memorize every goddamn inch of you. I’m gonna take my time, just like you said, and make you feel good over and over again. I’m counting down the seconds until I can get you back in my bed. Can’t wait until summer, when I can just keep you there. I might have to quit my job just so I can stay home and love on you all day. I’ll put some thought into it.
So soon, beautiful. See you so soon.
I love you so much.
Yours,
Rafe
After numerous hugs from Emma and promising her over and over that you will, in fact, come back on Sunday, you’re on the ferry. Rafe’s latest letter sits in your hands, the promise of reading it once more making you giddy. You relax in your seat and open it, careful of any lingering eyes before you dive in.
You watch the sunset just before the ferry docks, taking a few pictures to show Rafe and send to Emma. Just like it had a week ago, your duffle bag strap meets your shoulder and you hurry off the ferry, desperate to lay eyes on him once again.
It’s like a breath of fresh air, seeing him in front of you. His hair is a bit messy, and you can tell he’d come straight from work with his outfit. His tie is pulled out from his neck, hanging loose. His blue button down has you practically drooling, his letter now heavy in your bag as you think of all the things you want him to do to you.
He tosses his half-consumed cigarette on the ground and crushes it before he starts down the dock, easy smile gracing his features.
“There she is,” he says through his grin, throwing his arms around you once you’re close enough.
“You look handsome,” you tell him, unable to contain that thought any longer.
He chuckles in your ear, “Thank you, honey.”
His face nuzzles into your neck, his lips pressing quick, wet kisses there. You scratch up and down his back through his button down, listening to him hum contently into your skin. After a minute, his hands rise and cup your cheeks, pulling you back so he can get a good look at your face.
“Hi,” he whispers through a smile.
“Sorry, I forgot to say hi,” you giggle sheepishly, “Hi.”
He laughs easily, “The compliment was appreciated just as much. I missed you.”
“I missed you,” you tell him, pulling him closer by his collar, “I was reading your letter on the trip.”
Rafe smirks proudly, removing your duffle from your shoulder and placing it on his own before he takes your hand. He tugs you into him, then starts walking – rather quickly, you think – toward the parking lot.
“You’re gonna sleep well tonight, honey,” he murmurs, leading you right up to his truck.
Every single word in Rafe’s letter comes true that evening. You’re sure it’s well into the two a.m. hour when he finally collapses beside you, his lips swollen and pink, every inch of your body burning up under the feeling of his mouth trailing over the skin. He’d coaxed a solid three orgasms from you before coming undone himself, disposing of the condom before he climbs back into bed and pulls you into his chest.
Every part of you feels content, happy, loved. If it weren’t for the sleep clawing at your eyes, you’re sure you would turn around and kiss him for a few more hours.
Instead, you feel Rafe press a kiss to your flaming cheek, both of you remaining naked, giving you as much access to his skin as possible.
“Rafe?” you mumble.
“Yeah?”
You keep your eyes closed as you ask your question, hoping your body doesn’t burn any hotter than it already is.
“Can I take care of you tomorrow night?”
He swallows audibly, “Honey–”
“Please,” you whine, “You take such good care of me and I want to do the same with you. I might not be any good, but–”
“Stop,” he demands, “You’ll be great. I’ll guide you through it.”
You smile to yourself, “So, that’s a yes?”
“Fuck. Yes. It’s a yes.”
You grin victoriously, leaning your head to the side to kiss his forearm where it rests around you.He squeezes you tighter in response, letting you drift off to sleep without a thought in your head.
You wake up in Rafe’s bed alone, tangled in his sheets and his scent, but not him.You can tell it’s early based on the minimal sunlight coming through his blinds, so you pull the blanket over your chest and sit up.
Right then, he steps back into his bedroom, fully dressed for work with his tie hanging around his neck. He’d showered, you can tell by his hair, and you wonder how he did all of this without waking you.
“Goodmorning, honey. Sorry if I woke you,” he says quietly, stepping over to the bed to give you a quick kiss.
You oblige, pecking his lips before you pull back to rub the sleep from your eyes. Your heart sinks at the thought of him having to leave, but the last thing you want to do is make a fuss when he’s being kind enough to let you stay.
“You didn’t,” you inform him, “But I’m afraid you were going to leave without saying goodbye.”
He shakes his head, leaning down for another kiss.
“I was going to leave a letter.”
You smile at that, which has him giving you one right back. He steps over to his dresser and pulls out one of his tee shirts, walking over to the bed and gesturing for you to raise your arms. You do, letting him pull his shirt over your head.
Once it’s on, he leans down and kisses the top of your head, then reaches for your hand and tugs on it.
“Let me show you something,” he requests.
You nod and stand up, letting him guide you back over to his dresser. He pulls out each drawer one by one, letting you observe the fact that each one is only half-full, clothes all folded and pressed to the right side of the drawer.
“Why are you showing me this?” you ask him.
He smiles, “I made room for your stuff. So, your shirts can go with mine, and your pants can go with mine, and your underwear–”
“Rafe,” you stop him with a giggle, “That’s so sweet of you. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he replies, beaming, “Maybe while I’m gone, you can put some stuff away.”
“I will,” you promise him.
“Good. Now, I have to go. I made you some coffee and left it in the pot. If you need anything, call me.”
“Okay,” you nod weakly, not wanting him to go.
He squeezes your hand, showing you he feels the same way. He leans down then, his forehead pressed against yours.
“Give me a kiss,” he demands softly.
You do just that; grabbing ahold of the back of his neck and pulling him closer while you kiss him. His arm wraps around your back, causing him to groan when he realizes you’re kissing him in onlyhis shirt, and he’s still supposed to leave you.
“Have a good day,” you tell him when you pull back.
“Mmm,” he hums, “I’ll just be thinking of you. Here. In my shirt. In my bed. In my shower–”
“You’re going to be late,” you laugh.
“All right, I’m going,” he promises, “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
“Okay,” you nod, loving the way those words sound from him.
“Love you, honey,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.
“Love you, too.”
You follow him out to the living room, where he picks up his stuff, then strides right back over and presses one last kiss to your lips.
“Bye,” he murmurs.
“Bye, Rafe,” you smile.
He escapes out the front door with one last smile and wave, locking it behind him. You collapse on his couch the second he’s gone, a daze washing over you at the thought of this being your life for the entire summer.
You’d get to kiss him goodbye every morning, eat dinner with him, show him how much you love him every night, and weekends would be your own, as they are now. It just wouldn’t feel so rushed, so vital to soak up every second of him.
You pour out a cup of coffee and lounge in the living room for a while before deciding to take a shower. Afterward, you dress and put the items you brought to leave here – just to please Rafe – away in his dresser. You’d brought a few shirts, a pair of shorts and a pair of leggings, and just to tease him, a few pairs of your favorite underwear. The idea of him seeing them every day when he dresses gets you a little too excited, especially paired with the fact that you love the way your clothes look tucked next to his.
Once your clothes are away, and the boredom starts to set in, you make your way over to his nightstand to look at the books he has there. Then, without thinking much of it, you open the drawer. It’s mostly random items, and you tell yourself you’re not snooping, even though you know you are. He has a spare charger, a box of condoms, aspirin, and other random little things. Just before you close it, your eye catches a photograph at the bottom. All you can see from the exposed piece is Rafe; smiling widely. You grin and pull it out without hesitance, fully not expecting what you find.
It’s Rafe in high school, holding up a bottle of Patron in his right hand. His left arm is tucked around Ava, who you instantly recognize, and who is smiling widely. She stands in between Rafe and Kelce, who you also recognize, but her body language shows how she leans in just a little bit closer to Rafe.
He looks happy, young, and carefree. So does Kelce, and so does Ava. You search the picture for a date but can’t find one, deciding eventually that it doesn’t matter.
The image you paint of Rafe sitting in bed staring at this picture and wallowing in guilt makes your heart ache. You wonder how long it’s been since he’s done that, if he does it often or if he’s forgotten the photo is even in his nightstand. It looks well kept, like he’d taken good care of it over the years. No creases or bends, no fingerprints, either.
You tuck it back away just as you found it, then leave his bedroom quietly. More than anything, you wish you could take his pain away. To help him recognize that it wasn’t his fault, that he can’t continue beating himself up over this.
Instead, you decide to do what you did for him when you first met him. You bake.
You’re knee deep in snickerdoodle dough when Rafe comes strolling through the front door, grinning widely when he sees what you’re doing.
“Wow,” he breathes.
You laugh but continue your work, letting him set down his things before he steps over to you. His arms tuck themselves around your waist and his lips come in contact with your cheek, making you smile.
“How was your day?” you ask him.
“Don’t even remember it,” he confesses, “This, right here, is all I was thinking about.”
You smile and turn in his arms, forgetting momentarily about the dough. He grips your waist firmly, holding you in place.
“I missed you,” you tell him, your emotions still present, making your heart heavy.
He smiles, “I missed you, too, honey. Is that why you’re baking for me?”
You shake your head, wanting more than anything to reach out for him but your hands are covered in flour and dough mixture, so you opt not to.
“I’m taking care of you tonight, remember?”
He bites down on his bottom lip to hide a smile, which is enough for you to swoon silently.
“I didn’t know that meant food, too,” he teases.
“Well, it only kind of does. I was hoping we could do takeout for dinner.”
He laughs, “Of course.”
He leans in, and when you’re sure he’s going to kiss you, he presses his lips to your nose instead.
He laughs lightly when you pout, chasing his mouth with your own.
“You had flour on your nose, beautiful,” he tells you.
“Thank you,” you whisper, body heating up under his proximity.
“Want me to order now?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He laughs lightly, “Finish up your cookies. I’ll get you a menu.”
Your cookies come out of the oven just as the takeout arrives at the front door. Rafe unpacks the food and plates it for both of you, then guides you into the living room to eat. He turns on Seinfeld, his new favorite even though he won’t admit it, laughing through the entire thing. Rafe looks at you expectantly once you both finish dinner, and when you laugh and nod, he hops up and carries both of your plates to the kitchen.
He returns a few minutes later with a small plate full of snickerdoodles, a smile teasing his lips.
“These are just for me,” he jokes as he collapses on the couch beside you.
“Ha ha,” you sneer, stealing one of the cookies from the plate.
Rafe lets another episode play through while he raves about the cookies, holding you close once the plate is empty. You cuddle into him, ready more than ever to feel him close again. It’s only been less than twenty-four hours, but all you want, all you can focus on, is him.
“What’s on your mind, honey?”
You chew on your bottom lip, your head resting on his shoulder. The show seems quieter somehow, even though you missed Rafe turning it down.
“Just thinking about what I want,” you reply weakly.
You know you don’t sound confident, and you’re sure that’s not sexy to him at all, but his voice remains steady nonetheless.
“What’s that?” he asks.
You turn and look up at him, your eyes wide and innocent, “I want to go in your room.”
He swallows, “Yeah?”
You nod and move to stand, taking his hand and pulling him up with you. His eyes never leave yours as you start to tug him toward his bedroom. He leaves the TV on and the plate on his coffee table, forgetting about everything that isn’t you.
Once you reach his room, you guide Rafe to the bed and let him sit, then crawl into his lap. Without wasting another second, you lean down and kiss him, deepening it immediately. His hands fall under your shirt, pulling it off of you without hesitation. His eyes widen when he sees that you have no bra on, and you watch his lips purse to hide his smirk.
“Rafe,” you mumble, watching his eyes move from your chest to you, “I want you to tell me if I do something wrong–”
“Stop doubting yourself,” he says, “You’re perfect. And you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
You nod, but stand from his lap and sit on your knees on the floor anyway. His eyes widen as you do this, jaw falling slightly when your hands meet his belt.
“I want to,” you tell him.
He nods slowly, “Okay. I’m all yours.”
He helps you by lifting his hips so you can remove his work pants completely, ridding him of his underwear as well. He’s already hard, and that fact skyrockets your confidence.
He shakes his head at your expression, scoffing slightly but saying nothing. Instead, he groans when you wrap your hand around him, which is another boost to your confidence.
Without hesitation, every thought leaving your mind, you lap up the small beads resting on his tip, which has Rafe hissing.
“Shit,” he grunts, “You’re worried about doing something wrong?”
You give him an innocent smile, “I mean, yeah.”
“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, “This isn’t going to take long if you keep looking at me like that.” You giggle and stroke him up and down a few times in your hand, your eyes meeting his just before your mouth wraps around him.
His hips buck toward you immediately, but you draw back before he can push further into your mouth.
“It’s okay,” you tell him, pressing a gentle kiss to his inner thigh, “Just relax.”
He lets out a shaky exhale, “Hard to do that with your mouth on me.”
You chuckle, your body heating up slightly. You take another look at him, then focus on what you’re doing once more, and take him back in your mouth.
You go slow, having heard horror stories from Emma about gagging and not wanting to embarrass yourself like that now, and stop when you feel him near the back of your mouth. He’s staring up at the ceiling, inhaling and exhaling slowly, and you take that as a good sign.
When you pull back and then forward again, your mouth never leaving him, he groans loudly. Your hand works what your mouth can’t reach, but after a few more pumps, you stop and drop your hand lower. You hollow your cheeks around him at the same moment your hand brushes just underneath him, causing him to swear.
“Fuck, fuck, f–”
He yanks himself from you, ignoring your pout that he didn’t finish. His eyes squeeze shut as he takes a minute to gather control of himself, and when he opens them again, seeing you shirtless and on your knees, he groans.
“Rafe, you–”
“Honey, you did amazing,” he promises, “But I’d like to last long enough to fuck you.”
You swallow and nod, holding out your hands for him to help you up. He picks you up once you’re standing and places you on the bed, pulling off your shorts and panties before climbing on top of you.
“I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” you remind him breathlessly, gasping when he nips at the skin on your neck.
He smiles against your skin and then rolls over, pulling you on top of him. Your legs fall on either side of his body and he grins when he sees you perched perfectly on top of him.
“Take care of me, then,” he smirks.
You just nod, leaning down to kiss him. His hand flies to hsi nightstand, opening the drawer and fishing around for a condom blindly as he moves to deepen the kiss.
“You’ll help me?” you ask him when he pulls back, tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth.
“Of course I will.”
You watch him as he reaches around you to roll the condom on, then grabs ahold of your hips and places you right where he wants you. Without him having to direct you, you sit up on your knees and let him reach between your legs to position himself just right. He smirks when you do so, but you sink down on him before he can tease you any more.
You gasp, stopping when you need to, given that being on top feels different to you than when Rafe is. He inhales sharply, still grasping your hips as if his life depends on it.
“That’s my girl,” he grunts, “Take your time.”
“Feels good,” you tell him.
He sits up, leaning his back against the wall, so he has easier access to kiss you. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he moves, even though he tries his best to be gentle.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, “So good for me. Give me a kiss.”
You oblige, letting his lips distract you while you sink down further, taking even more of him. He groans into your mouth, which only urges you to continue.
You start to move after a minute, hiding your face in his neck as he guides your hips up and down. The new angle of him being under you only increases your pleasure, as if you can feel every single bit of him inside you.
“Rafe, I–” you stop, whimpering when his hips buck up into yours, “I love you.”
He kisses you quickly, “I love you, too. Always.”
You release around him not long after that, and he follows quickly behind. You collapse on his chest, his hand rubbing your back up and down as you recover. He remains inside you, knowing you like being that close to him even after both of you are through.
“Did I do okay?” you ask him after a few minutes.
He laughs incredulously, “Are you fucking kidding? You’re perfect.”
You press a kiss to his chest, remaining on top of him until he quietly reminds you that he needs to take care of the condom.
When he returns from the bathroom, he moves over to his dresser to grab a fresh pair of boxers. He freezes when he sees your panties in there beside his underwear, and when he spins, your favorite lacy black thong hangs from his pointer finger.
“So, you’re just going to act like this isn’t going to drive me fucking crazy every morning?” He raises an eyebrow.
You giggle, “Oops.”
He groans, muttering fuck under his breath before returning them to the drawer and pulling out boxers. When he returns to bed, he pulls you right into him, kissing you slowly.
“Glad you unpacked, though,” he whispers, “Feels like it’s your home now, too.”
You grin and press another kiss to his lips, not rushing anything.
As Friday grows nearer, you become even more anxious to attend class for two reasons. One, if you had somehow been caught cheating on the exam, it could be the day you get in trouble. Two, you have to see Rafe Cameron. You have to see his handsome smirk and his raging blue eyes, all the while pretending to be unaffected by him.
He’s kind and good, you decide. He is all the things you are not. He studies, you don’t. He’s generous, you’re not. He’s thoughtful, you’re not. He thinks of others. You do not.
You decide on your walk to class, after considering all of this, that you will say two things to Rafe Cameron. You will politely thank him for helping you out and offer him a free drink at the bar, then you will excuse yourself from his life and sit somewhere else completely. He will just be a guy who helped you out in a pinch, one that you see every so often on campus and maybewave to or smile at.
What Rafe Cameron will not become, you think, is a liability.
You run through what you might expect from him as you walk into the building; you imagine he’ll probably just flash you his smile and those baby blues and expect you to melt, but you know you’re stronger than that. You hope,anyway.
What you don’t expect, however, walking into the room with your rehearsed words on the tip of your tongue, is to find Rafe already seated where the two of you have been, with a girl at his side. They’re both laughing, and you can tell by the way the blonde is beaming at him that he is charming the shit out of her.
You inhale and then puff out your cheeks, moving to find a seat all the way across the room. As you sit, you can hear the girl giggle, making you roll your eyes. You catch your mind dwelling on it after a moment, and you have to consciously remind yourself that this is good.It’s exactly what you wanted, what you planned on telling Rafe anyway. You’re just strangers with an act of kindness between the two of you.
With one last, long exhale, and the feeling of those blue eyes burning into your side, you pull out a notebook from your bag. Given that Rafe won’t be there for the next exam, you figure you’re going to have to start paying attention.
You take one page of notes and give up twenty-seven minutes in. The content is too boring, the presentation lacks any sort of thing that would excite students, and you swear you could take a nap if it weren’t for the way your skin was being seared under his gaze.
You tell yourself it has to be your imagination; that he’s not looking at you. You’re not even sure why he would be, given who he’s sitting beside.
The second class ends, you shove your notebook into your bag and make way for the door. Before you can help yourself, you steal a glance his way as you leave. He’s already watching you, and when you meet his eyes, he looks like he’s about to call out to you. That is, until the blond wraps her hand around his forearm to get his attention, and she is successful. You scoff lowly and exit the room, wasting no time hurrying out to the parking lot.
Black Boar is in full swing, and for once, you appreciate the business. It keeps your mind from wandering anywhere, and all you have to do is focus and pump out drink orders. Bryn stands beside you at the bar, and you can’t help but notice how she’s in a lower top than she’d worn last week.
“What?” she asks when she catches you looking at her with raised eyebrows.
You shrug, pouring your drink into a glass, “Nice top.”
She scoffs, waiting for you to hand off your drink to your customer before she responds.
“If it gets me twenty dollar tips, I’m fine with it,” she shrugs, “Speaking of, where is the mystery man?”
“Don’t know, don’t care,” you reply, trying your best to keep your tone even.
“Hmm,” she hums, giving you a smirk, “Something tells me he’s around here somewhere.”
You just roll your eyes and get back to it, taking absolutely nothing to heart and doing the best you can to get those blue eyes out of your mind forever.
You almost manage to do it. Just as he slips your mind completely, just as you get in a groove of making drinks and handing them out, you see him.
Leaning up against your bar with his backwards cap and that fuckingsmile, you curse. He turns his head just so, as if sensing your distress, and grins even wider. You just shake your head, dropping your eyes from his so that he doesn’t draw you in. If he wants a drink, you decide, he’s going to have to do better than that.
Standing beside him, you notice, is the friend that approached Rafe while the two of you were talking last week. They’re talking back and forth, laughing every so often, and all you can see when you steal a glance is him sitting with that blonde girl in class.
Groaning, you walk over to Bryn. She’s pumping out drinks and really working for her tips, but she stops when she senses your need.
“Can you please serve him?” you grumble.
She frowns, “Serve who– Oh, my.”
You watch as she admires Rafe over your shoulder, grinning and giving him a flirty wave when she presumably meets his eye.
“Stop,” you swat her hand down, “Just make him go away.”
“Y/N,” she laughs, “Is this about the exam thing? He did you a favor, so what? You have nothing to be embarrassed about–”
“I’m not embarrassed,” you snap.
“Ashamed?”
“No.”
“Lesser?”
“Bryn, please,” you beg, “I just don’t want to deal with it right now.”
She raises her eyebrows, as if she doesn’t believe you somehow, but eventually shrugs and nods her head.
“Even though it will be tough for me to serve the guy who tips twenty bucks on one drink, I’ll do it for you,” she promises.
“Thank you.”
You exhale and get back to your drinks, not even bothering to spare Rafe one glance. As much as you tell yourself it’s not about the blonde and more about just keeping your distance in general, you still can’t get the sight out of your head.
In the middle of making yet another drink, you see Bryn make her way past you and down to Rafe. You can’t hear them due to the proximity and the volume of the bar, but out of the corner of your eye, you watch Bryn lean forward, then Rafe points over at you. Clearing your throat, you hand the drink off and move further away, hoping that might solve the issue.
It doesn’t. Rafe excuses himself – ever so politely, you’re sure – from Bryn and makes his way down the bar, stopping directly in front of you with a slight smirk on his lips.
“Let me guess,” he calls out, “You aren’t happy with your exam grade.”
You narrow your eyes at him, “What?”
“Well,” he laughs lightly, “I’ve been racking my brain all day trying to figure out why you didn’t, y’know, sit with me in class today. That’s all I can come up with.”
“Really?” you hike up a brow, amused, “You can’t think of any other reason?”
You can tell by the way his eyes flicker that it clicks in his brain, and the second it does, you watch his face transform. He relaxes immediately, grins wider than you’ve ever seen him before, and laughs.
“What,Lindsay?” he practically scoffs, “Come on, Y/N–”
“Do you want a drink or not?” you stop him, “Because I’m busy and you’re holding me up.”
“Does it help that I’m a good tipper?” he retorts.
You take a deep breath, exhaling out with a sigh and then shaking your head at him. Without saying another word, you make him the drink he ordered last time. He watches you as you move, and when you slide it across the counter, his face falls halfway.
“I appreciate what you did,” you say, “But, I’m good. The drink’s on me. See you around, Rafe.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but you turn and walk away, leaving him with nothing but the resignation to accept the drink and watch you leave his life just as quickly as you’d found yourself in it.
The week passes by in a blur of homework, shifts, and not thinking about a particular backwards hat. Thankfully, you make it through the week without seeing him on campus, and try to push down the anticipation of Friday coming around. You continue to tell yourself that you put him in his place, he knows what you expect, and he’s not going to push you.
A guy like him wouldn’t even think twice about someone like you, you think.
When Friday rolls around, you’ve trained yourself to not think about it. You walk to class and dread it again, knowing it’s going to be soboring, such a waste of time, and you’ll give up on taking notes after half an hour because you can’t focus.
You’ll sit on the opposite side of the room as before. You won’t glance his way. You’ll keep your eyes up front and when class is dismissed, you’ll bolt.
As you walk into the classroom, the first thing you notice is that you beat him here. That hasn’t happened since the first time you met him, and you tell yourself that if you cared,you would find it weird.
You make yourself comfortable on the other side of the room, pulling out your notebook even though it will be another unsuccessful day of paying attention. Glancing at the clock, you sigh when you realize there’s still eight minutes before this shit even starts. With a sigh, you bury your head in your phone, texting Bryn, who is already at work.
You’re still closing with me tonight, right??
She replies almost instantly with two separate messages.
Yes!!
Campbell just came by. Asking for you. I told him you took your tips and moved to Hawaii.
You roll your eyes at that. Campbell, your ex and second least favorite person in the world – beaten only by Jamie – sniffs around the bar when he’s bored, wanting a quick fuck or to brag about his new girl. Or his new car. Or his new house–
“Excuse me,” a voice pulls you out of your phone, “Is that seat taken?”
Of course, you think. Of course he wouldn’t have given up.
You know not to look at those baby blue eyes. You know, and yet, you do it anyway. Your throat constricts at the sight of him, no hat today, but a smile just as wide as ever.
“What are you doing?” you ask sharply.
He raises a teasing brow, “Well, when you enroll in a class, you have to come in and take a seat–”
“Don’t patronize me,” you snap.
He snickers and points to the seat beside you, silently asking again if he can sit.
“Lindsay’s in my seat,” he expounds, “And, given your ragingjealousy–”
“Excuse me?”
“Y/N, you never even let me explain,” he sighs, “She’s in my Economics class. She was asking for advice on her presentation, and I told her I was saving that seat, so she promised to get up when you got to class. Problem is, you barely even looked my way when you came in.”
You clench your jaw, “You don’t owe me an explanation. It’s not like I was expecting you to save me a seat, anyway–”
“Could’ve fooled me,” he teases, “You seemed pretty offended at Black Boar last week.”
“In order to be offended, I’d have to care,” you snap back.
He smirks then, running a hand through his hair. You’re vastly aware of the fact that the room is filling up, and as the seconds tick by, you know it’s more and more likely he’s going to end up sitting beside you. This fact, as much as it should bother you, doesn’t seem to, because he knowswhere Lindsay is sitting, yet isn’t concerned about going over to her.
“Please?” he murmurs, his blue eyes beading into yours and working you exactly where he wants you.
Breaking eye contact with him, you sigh and give in, tucking your knees into your chest and motioning with your hand for him to enter the row. He grins and passes you quickly, settling himself into the seat without wasting a second.
“No talking,” you decide, “And no smiling. Or looking at me.”
Rafe laughs, but is quick to drop it when you narrow your eyes. He clears his throat and sits up straight, unpacking his laptop and his notebook. You unlock your phone and revel in the silence, almost in disbelief that he’s actually listening to you. When your text chain with Bryn fills your screen, you type your reply.
Did he buy it?
She replies, No. Sitting at the bar, waiting on you. Guess he knows you never miss a Friday night.
You groan internally, trying to think of a good enough excuse to call out of your shift tonight. With Jamie, you know he won’t take anything less than you being in a coma, and even then, it’s still a fifty-fifty shot he won’t fire you.
You barely register Rafe tear out a page from his notebook, putting the boy out of your mind completely as the professor starts to speak. Just his voice seems to be enough to put you to sleep at this point. That is, until a certain boy slides a certain piece of paper onto your desk, distracting you completely.
You glare at him out of the corner of your eye, unfolding it with hesitance.
Hi. This is me not talking. Or looking at you. Or smiling – which is a weird rule. I’ll follow it, though. Who’s Campbell?
Your jaw drops at the idea of him looking at your phone over your shoulder. When you look at him, your disdain prominent, he keeps his eyes forward. However, you can’t help but notice his lips twitching upward, threatening to break one of your rules.
You scribble down on his notebook paper with your pen, making your words big and bold.
No looking at my phone. And NO passing notes.
He chuckles at the note when he reads it, and against your better judgment, your lips tip upward at the sound. You try your best to focus on what is being taught, but a fire ignites in your stomach when that same piece of folded up paper slides onto your desk.
Do I get to make any rules? Since you now have five?
You get one, you reply.
He grins and quickly writes down whatever he’s thinking, and when you read it, you practically choke on your own spit.
You have to tell me who Campbell is.
That’s not a rule – that’s a demand, you write.
He replies, Deflecting. Do you enjoy leaving me in suspense or what?
You snort at that, listening to him laugh softly beside you. The girl in front of you turns her head and glares at the two of you, which only makes Rafe laugh more. He nudges your elbow with his and nods his head at her when you look at him, as if asking ‘did you see that?’. You just roll your eyes in response, then look back down at the note.
New rule: no asking questions about my life. I need to focus. Stop.
You know it’s harsh, but the way your stomach is starting to swirl with every response has you knowing it’s time to pull away. You slide the piece of paper back to him and watch as he opens it with a smile, which immediately falls when he reads it. You straighten your glance out after that, wholeheartedly focusing on what is being said and taking careful notes as you do. After a few minutes, Rafe does the same, typing quietly on his laptop beside you.
Class remains that way; the two of you working in silence, you pretending Rafe isn’t there, and avoiding looking at him every time he looks over at you.
Your professor dismisses class two minutes early, and you’re quick to shove all of your belongings into your bag and stand.
“Whoa, hang on, Y/N–” Rafe tries, but you walk off before he can object any further.
Your pace is fast, but not fast enough, because you just make it out of the building when he catches up to you.
“Y/N,” he calls, “Just give me one minute–”
“What?” you groan, turning around to face him, “What do you want?”
“Nothing,” he blurts, then backpedals, “I mean – I just thought, y’know, after the whole exam thing–”
“What?” you laugh sarcastically, watching his face fall, “You thought you could buy a friend just because you did me a favor? I’ve told you I appreciated what you did for me, and I do, but if you think for one second that making me owe you one could make us friends, you’re way past wrong.”
He holds his hands up in defense, shaking his head rapidly. You just sigh, glancing anywhere but him.
“That’s not at all what I was saying,” he defends, “Or trying to do when I helped you out. I just thought that after that, maybe we could at least be civil. You know, you wouldn’t hate me, we could exchange notes, I could come to the bar without getting a death glare when I order.”
You furrow your brows, “I served you before this class?”
He nods slowly, “I thought you were going to poison my drink, that’s how mad you looked when I ordered. When you sat beside me a few weeks ago, I thought maybe I could win you over. But, clearly, all I’m doing is fucking bothering you, so, I’m just gonna take off. If you ever want to study or anything, my number’s in the class group chat. Otherwise, you win. I’ll stay out of your bar, out of your way. See you around, Y/N.”
Your eyes fall the second he finishes speaking, lips parting but no words left in you to say. He turns then, walking away without glancing back even once.
You draw back after a moment, then turn and walk the opposite direction, feeling nothing but guilt and a sense of sadness you just can’t seem to place.
The bar is relatively empty by the time you arrive at work; a few early college students who will be on the ground by eleven tonight, a few older adults who are trying to miss the crowd, and Campbell.
His lips turn up into a wicked grin when he sees you round the bar. He really does look good, but you would never admit that to anyone but yourself. Campbell’s good looks and charm are what drove you to him in the first place, but the relationship itself lasted two months. Campbell had been cheating on you for half of it, but hiding it behind expensive gifts, dinners, and two trips out of the country. He’d taken you to Italy after two weeks or dating (where he proceeded to fuck six different models in the five days you spent there), and then Greece just a week before the two of you broke up (he slept with multiple women there, too).
To say the man lives and thrives off of his money would be an understatement. He’s the same as Jamie – sleazy, spineless, and willing to throw money at anything that will solve his current problem.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he greets you, smug smirk on his face, “I kind of figured you weren’t in Hawaii.”
You roll your eyes, “What do you want, Campbell?”
“Same thing I always want,” he shrugs, taking a sip of his whiskey.
“Meaningless sex and cocaine?” you guess sarcastically.
“Clever,” he laughs, “No. I want you. I’ll wait for you to finish your little shift here, then we can–”
“Fuck off,” you stop him, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
He lets out another laugh, but you can tell by the way he clenches his jaw that you’re pissing him off.
“Let’s not make any irrational decisions,” he lectures you, “Especially when I’m willing to sit here and watch you flash these motherfuckers your tits all night just to make a few bucks–”
“Campbell, I swear to God,” you interrupt, “I am not in the fucking mood today. Finish your drink and get out.”
Bryn walks up behind you, back from her break, which stops Campbell from whatever he was about to say. Clearly, it wasn’t fit for two different sets of ears.
“You’re still here?” she questions Campbell with the raise of her brow.
“I’m not leaving without Y/N,” he tells her.
She snorts, “You’re leaving in handcuffs, then. Walk away, why don’t you?”
Campbell just shakes his head, draining his glass of the whiskey inside.
“Get me another, sweetheart. You know I’ll tip you big.”
When he winks at you, your stomach twists. Not in the same way it does with Rafe; this is more sickening.
Rafe.As you make Campbell’s drink, you replay the argument in your head. How you’d accused him of trying to buy you when all he did was help you out – already crucifying him before getting to know one thing about him. As you look back up at Campbell, finding his snake eyes already on you, you realize that heis why you did it. Your fear of being used, being bought, being someone’s plaything, came out when Rafe has given you absolutely zero reason to believe that’s what he’s after.
“Shit,” you mutter under your breath.
Bryn steps closer to you, trying to get you to look her in the eye. She’s checking on you, you know she is.
“Y/N,” she says quietly, “Please don’t–”
“I’m not leaving with him,” you tell her.
“Good. Then what has your face looking like that?”
You can’t help but laugh at her bluntness, keeping your eyes on her while you slide Campbell’s drink to him.
“I kind of messed up with–”
“Sweetheart,” Campbell calls, “This isn’t how I like it.”
Your hands ball up at your sides as you slowly turn around, your eyes narrowing at him once you see his smirk.
“What?”
He slides the drink back to you, “You knowhow I like it.”
His eyebrows raise suggestively, making Bryn gag behind you.
“That’s fucking sick,” she mutters to you, “I’m going to get Jamie.”
She escapes before you can protest, but you dump Campbell’s drink and make him a new one anyway. You’re sure it will get busy soon, and then he’ll get bored and find some poor girl to prey on. Or, Jamie will have suddenly grown a heart and will kick him out.
Campbell opens his mouth to speak just as Jamie and Bryn round the corner.
“Just make him leave,” Bryn mumbles to Jamie, pointing at Campbell.
“Oh, shit,” Jamie laughs, “Should’ve known it was youjust by the complaint.”
You frown as they shake hands and catch up like old friends, and when Campbell winks at you, some part of you feels helpless. You’d known since you first met Campbell that Jamie would never have your back when it comes to his harassment, but it still seems to disappoint you every time.
Bryn takes the opportunity to snag you away by the elbow, pulling you out of an earshot from the men.
“Are you gonna be okay dealing with him?” she asks.
You nod, “I have no choice. It’s fine, okay?”
“Okay,” she says quietly, “Is Rafe coming by tonight?”
You’d told Bryn his name after she begged you, and you’d laughed when she said it suited him perfectly. You shake your head at her question, watching her face fall.
“No. I kind of yelled at him today.”
“You did what?” she gasps, “I swear, Y/N, your ability to self-sabotage is astounding. That’s why I’m keeping a close eye on you later and making sure you go home alone.”
“Shut up,” you groan, “I’m going to make it right.”
“You better. He’s our best customer,” she teases.
The night improves, only because it gets busy and you lose sight of Campbell for a while. You can still feel his dark, looming presence in the room, but as long as he stays out of your way, you really couldn’t care less.
Around midnight, your mood seems to improve. Tips are flowing in and the level of busy is just where you like it. You’re hopeful that you’ll be able to escape around two, but with the tips you’re making, you’d be happy if it stayed this busy.
Suddenly, as if you can sense those blue eyes on you, you look up from the shots you’re pouring.
In all his glory, Rafe Cameron leans against the bar, shot in hand, and darts his eyes away from you the second you catch him staring. You suck in a deep breath and hand out your shots, then step toward him. You watch as Rafe throws his shot back, his eyes meeting yours the second he brings his head back down.
You notice his dilated pupils first. Then his slacked jaw. Although, you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. That is, until he speaks.
“Shit, y’know, ‘m not stalking you,” he slurs, “M’friends wanted to come’n here, and who am I t’ruin the party?”
“Rafe,” you say calmly, “You’re drunk.”
“M’not drunk,” he argues, shaking his head, “You’re drunk.”
You laugh before you can help it, which makes him smile; the one you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about no matter how much you tried.
“You’resodrunk,” you tease him.
“Am not,” he pouts, leaning on the bar, and by default, closer to you.
“Are so. It’s okay. At least you’re not a sloppy drunk.”
He lets out a laugh, “Nah. I make it look good.”
“You do,” you blurt, freezing for half a second before brushing the comment off completely.
Rafe breaks out into a grin, one you swear stops your heart in your chest for a moment.
“Are you flirting with me?” he asks.
“No,” you stand up straight, “You’ve been overserved. Back off my bar.”
“Oh, don’t do that,” he groans, “Don’t push me back right as I make progress. I’m trying here, Y/N–”
“What seems to be going on here, sweetheart?”
Your eyes squeeze shut at the image of Campbell planting himself on the bar beside Rafe. The absolute polar opposites of each other; Campbell’s drunk and seemingly territorial, while Rafe is drunk and has absolutely no idea what is happening at this moment.
“Sweetheart?” Rafe repeats.
“No,” you shake your head at Rafe, then turn to Campbell, “I’m not serving you. Fuck off.”
Campbell smirks, “That’s no way to talk to a customer, is it? Maybe I should run that attitude of yours by Jamie.”
“Campbell–” you sigh, but Rafe is quick to interrupt.
“Oh, shit,” he explodes, smiling, “You’reCampbell. Nice to meet you, bro. I’m Rafe. Cameron. I’m in one of Y/N’s classes. Let me ask you something, is she always so–”
“Rafe,” you snap, “Please don’t.”
“Pleasedo,” Campbell urges, smirking at you.
Rafe looks over at you and catches on something in your expression, making him stop. His eyebrows furrow and slowly, he looks back over to Campbell.
“Who are you, exactly?” he asks.
“I’m the guy taking her home tonight. Take a walk,” Campbell grunts at Rafe, nodding his head away from the bar.
Rafe stumbles back, as if Campbell’s words have physically struck him. When he looks at you, the expression on his face is unreadable.
“He’s not,” you explain weakly.
“Water,” Rafe demands hoarsely.
It takes you a second to process it, finding that to be a strange response for the situation. However, you do as asked, sliding the water over the bar to him. Rafe thanks you quietly, then takes down about half the bottle in one second. When he straightens his head out again, somehow, he looks entirely more sober than he had before.
“Oh, Y/N,” Campbell chuckles, “It’s not even one in the morning and your little college boy is throwing in the flag. How cute.”
You shake your head, “Something tells me he’s a better man than you ever will be.”
Rafe smiles at that, keeping eye contact with you and ignoring Campbell completely, whose jaw is clenched tight.
Out of the corner of your eye, Jamie’s waving at you to try and get your attention. When you glance over, he aggressively points at customers who have yet to be served, then narrows his eyes at the smiling blonde boy in front of you. You step in front of Rafe instinctually, nodding to Jamie to tell him you’ll get back to work.
You begin to step away without a word, but Rafe’s voice draws you right back.
“Y/N,” he calls, watching you turn, “Let me know when your shift’s over. I’ll walk you to your car.”
Campbell’s jaw wounds tighter at that, and you can’t help but smile. He grins at the sight, giving you a small head tip.
Request: if ur requests are still open can u do prompts 11 and 23 with Rafe? Ty!!
Summary: you confront Rafe after hearing a certain story.
Word count- 1,014
Warnings: cheating, cursing, ANGST
Prompts:
11. “I can’t imagine this world without you.”
23. “I wish I could hate you.”
You sat there, a blank look on your face as you took in your best friend’s words. ‘I saw Rafe kissing Lindsey, and then… then they went upstairs into a room. Elise and Christina saw it too.’ You thought it was a joke, you prayed it was. But once you saw the pity and sorrow in her eyes, you knew it was nothing but the truth.
“Oh,” was all you could say. Nothing could have prepared you for this moment because you did not think you would have to go through it. 5 years of friendship and 2 years in a relationship, that’s all it took for Rafe Cameron to earn your love and trust, and now it’s all gone. “Do-do you want me to stay over?” “No. No it’s okay you said you had plans with Aaron. Go.” You softly smiled through your heart breaking.
“Y/N…”
“Just go hun. I wanna be alone right now anyway.” “Just call me and I’ll be over in a heartbeat.” She gave you a tight hug before leaving the room. You slowly slid down from your position against the bed headboard. Blankly, you stared at the ceiling above you. There were a least a thousand questions running through your head, and you wanted all of them answered.
So you did the only rational thing you could think to do; call him. Your hand shook softly as you reached out to your phone, picking it off the dial. It rang for a few seconds before Rose picked up. “Hello?” Your heart felt like it seized as you heard the voice that you’ve known for god knows how many years.
“Hi Mrs. Cameron, is Rafe home?” Your voice wavered at your lips saying his name. “He is out with some friends right now sweetie, would you like me to take a message?"
"Yes please, could you tell him to come over whenever he gets back?” “Of course I’ll tell him!” “Thank you so much, have a good night.”
You quickly hung up the phone and sat back against the headboard. You zoned out for what seemed like hours, only for it to be twenty minutes. You hadn’t even noticed the wet trails on your cheeks from tears that escaped your eyes.
Confused. Insecure. Lied to. Cheated. Scared. Hurt. Broken. A joke. Used. You felt so many things, however you couldn’t name them all. But the main emotion that stood out was this strong, numb feeling. You felt as if he just slapped you across the face - emotionally.
Time painfully passed by as you waited for him to walk into your room. Sooner than you could process he walked right into your room. “Evening princess, Rose said you wanted me to come over?"
You hid the cringe your body produced hearing the nickname 'princess.’ He jumped onto your bed as he sat next to you, taking in your puffy eyes and red nose. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, if you did it was game over for you right then and there.
Your voice was just above a whisper when you asked, "did you fuck Lindsey?” He remained quiet, that’s when you looked up. His eyebrows were furrowed, not from confusion; but from guilt and you could tell that was what he was feeling after knowing him for so long.
“Baby she kissed me and I should’ve pushed her off-” He began but you cut him off. “But you didn’t pull back, did you?” He closed his mouth, his silence was your answer. “God when I was told I wished it was a fucking joke, Cameron. What made you think you should’ve fucked her? Hmm? Please tell me your thought process through that.” His heart broke at your shaky voice, how you referred to him by his last name.
He reached his hand out to hold your shoulder, “don’t fucking touch me!” You exclaimed, moving off of your bed and pacing the room.
“You’re not even drunk. You just fucked her. Am I not good enough? Am I bad in bed? Are you tired of me?” You asked him as you bite your thumb nail. “No baby, it’s not that.” “Stop calling me nicknames!” You cried out. “You lost that privilege as soon as you didn’t push her away. You lost the privilege to call me your girlfriend. You lost the privilege to even let my name come out of your mouth. You lost me."
You felt extremely lightheaded, like you could see in your own perspective, but your soul was floating out of you. "God and the worst part about this is I wish I could hate you. I really fucking wish I could, but I still love you. Of course I do, but you fucked up Cameron. You fucked up badly."
"Y/n I’m so sorry, if I could take it back I would.” He tried to offer, only making you more mad. “Sorry doesn’t mean shit now. You wouldn’t be saying sorry if you didn’t stick your dick in her.”
Rafe rubbed his face with his hands, shaking his head. “I can’t imagine this world without you.” He whispered. “Then you’re gonna have to start learning what it feels like because I can’t do this anymore.” You cried, walking to your dresser and scavenging through your clothes. You pulled out any of Rafe’s sweatshirts and sweatpants, throwing them onto the floor.
Rafe slowly stood from your bed and began to approach you, as if he made the wrong move you would run. His arm reached toward you but you quickly dodged it. “I think you need to leave Rafe.”
“Y/n…"
"Just go!”
He let out a raspy breathe and wiped the tears from his eyes. After picking up his stray clothes, he walked to the door before stopping in the doorway to look back at you. You were holding yourself up, your legs feeling like they just ran a 10k mile race. He softly whispered, “I’ll always love you.” Before walking out of your room, out of your house, and out of your life.
Request: Hi!! I was wondering if u could do prompts 12, 14, 22, 25, 28, and 53 with Sarah? Thank u
Summary: You and Sarah decide to run in the rain in her backyard like you did in the past, opening up about how you really feel.
Word count: 1,048
Prompts:
12. “Dance with me.”
14. “Who cares about what they think?”
22. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
25. “The power went out. It’s not the end of the world.”
28. “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”
53. “I mean friends can just make out with each other, right?“
Laying on your best friend’s bed, you had your head in Sarah Cameron’s lap, looking out the window as the dark grey clouds rolled in. Her hand was intertwined in your hair, gently fixing any tangles you had. Music played in the background, deafening the sound of the raindrops falling on the roof.
She jumped underneath you as a loud clap of thunder echoed in the sky. You giggled as she clamped her hand over her heart. Jokingly, she shoved you off of her and off of the bed. She covered her mouth with her hands, peering over the edge of the bed to see you on the ground.
You were too busy laughing on the floor, giggling at the thumping sound you made when your body hit the floor. "Y/N I am so fucking sorry!” She said through her laughter. You rolled your eyes, sticking your hand up for her to grab, you easily pulled her down to the ground you.
She groaned in pain, slapping your arm hard. She let out a shriek of horror as the power went out. You sat up with her, watching the rain pour outside of the window. “The power went out, it’s not the end of the world.” You chuckled, getting up and fixing your shorts. “Leave me alone, we’re home alone. When the power goes out and I’m home alone I automatically think it’s a serial killer.”
You leaned against the windowsill, noticing just how hard the rain was hitting. An idea popped in your head. “Let’s go run around in the rain.” You said, looking back at Sarah. She furrowed her eyebrows at you, standing up off the ground.
“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Sarah asked, joining your side. You faced her, “what? I mean why not? And since Rafe didn’t get the generators you guys needed it’ll be a bit before the power comes back on. Let’s do it, like we did when we were kids.” You grinned, grabbing her hands in yours. She looked up from your hands to your face, a light pink color on her cheeks.
“Fine.” She agreed. You both had changed into large t-shirts and shorts, towels in your hands and ready to use. The two of you stood in front of the backyard doors, watching the rain droplets fall and hit the ground. Making the first move, you opened the door and laid your towel on the patio undercover. Sarah stood inside, watching as you jumped in puddles and splashed in the cool water.
“Dance with me!” You yelled towards her, twirling around with your arms out. She walked outside, throwing the towel aside before joining you. Her smile never left her face as she pranced around in the backyard with you. You laid on your back letting the water hit your exposed skin. Sarah couldn’t help but watch you with a small smile on her face.
For the last few months, you and Sarah had been closer than normal. Sometimes being more touchy with each other, more compliments, things that people in a relationship would do. You couldn’t lie, you did start to develop feelings for your best friend of 7 years.
Sarah joined your side, smiling at the feeling of you intertwining your hands together. She bit on her bottom lip, deciding if she should bring up a certain topic. She came to a conclusion after you turned to look at her, watching as the droplets of rain trail down her facial features.
“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.” Sarah broke the silence, watching your expression to try to figure out what you were thinking. A grin broke out on your face, blush immediately covering your cheeks.
"I- uh I didn’t- know that you- you liked girls.” You stuttered sitting up in the grass, hoping that she didn’t see the obvious pink tinted to your cheeks. She sat up with you, shrugging her shoulders. “I mean, I haven’t really told anybody that I’m bi, only Wheezie.” She admitted, her fingers picking the grass to pieces. You shook your head as an understanding, remembering the time you came out to your parents.
“How did you do it? If you don’t mind me asking.” She quietly asked. You tucked your legs underneath you as you spoke, “it wasn’t easy. I told my sister first of course, and I ended up waiting like 3 months after that to tell my parents. Before I could even start talking I started to cry. I just told them that I was bi and it got really quiet afterwards. But then they told me that it was a new change that it would take some getting used to, but they were okay with it.” You mumbled, reaching over and grabbing onto her hand
“Love is love, Sarah. Love whoever the fuck you want. Who cares what they think? If your parents don’t like that, then you can easily move in with me. My parents love you, they’ll accept you. You shouldn’t be afraid to be yourself.” You lightly squeezed her hand, a sign of reassurance. Sarah scooted towards you, wrapping her arms around your neck.
You held her tight to you, your arms comfortably around her waist. “Thank you for understanding me Y/N.” She mumbled into the crook of your neck before placing a delicate to your skin. Your body shivered as you pulled back from her.
“ I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to-” you silenced her by connecting your lips together. She grinned into the kiss, her heartbeat accelerating. She leaned into your touch, her thumb skimming over your cheek bone. Her whole body immediately felt hot as your breath fanned over her skin. She gave you that beautiful smile before giving you another kiss, your hand cupping the side of her face.
She pulled away from you, allowing you both to catch your breath. “We can’t let our friends know that this happened, they can’t win a bet.” She laughed, brushing the water droplets away from your face. Nodding your head you grinned. “I mean friends can just make out with each other, right?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.
hi girl i was hoping you’d be interested in doing another jj x reader? Where JJ finds her hidden, having a panic attack and it takes a little bit to calm her down? 52, 84, 92, 125 , 152 were the numbers I picked but if there’s too many or you can’t make them all work, you can pick whichever.
Word count: 1,552
Summary: JJ finds you having a panic attack and is right by your side to help you calm down.
Prompts:
52. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
84. “Take your medicine.”
92. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”
125. “Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you.”
152. “It happened again.”
17 years. 17 years of constant arguments between your parents that ended with screaming and cussing. 17 years of flinching everytime a door slammed. 17 years of wondering if it would end with violence or a drunk mother and/or father.
There was one person who stayed by your side those entire 17 years, your best friend JJ Maybank. JJ was your neighbor since you two were in diapers, becoming his best friend after he asked you if you would like to go to the local playground to go collect bugs for his insect tank. He was always there for you no matter what the issue was, whether it be a boy who broke your heart, your parents arguing, hell even if you had cramps he would be over in a minute with snacks and medicine for the pain.
JJ knew you more than you knew yourself; he knew when you were stressed, he knew when you haven’t eaten, he knew if you needed to leave a situation, he always knew if you didn’t take your medication. He was always on top of you with your medication for your anxiety. Everyday at 3 p.m. and he wasn’t with you, he would call or text you to make sure you took the pills.
He was the reason you were still alive and functioning, the reason you were still smiling even with everything you were facing. He was there right by your side holding your hand when you went to your first therapy session. He was there for you when you had your first panic attack. JJ was the ray of sunshine in the tunnel of darkness that suffocated you.
It was 5 in the morning when you first heard the shouts of your parents. Their screams echoed through the halls, slamming against the sound of the closed bathroom door. You sat in the bathtub, knees pulled up to your chest as you rested your head on your arms. You rocked back and forth softly trying to catch your breath as it felt like the walls were closing in.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you clamped your hands over your ears as you heard a harsh slapping sound and a broken cry escape your mother’s lips. The feeling of a cement block slowly felt like it was pushing on your chest, making it feel like your throat closed up with each breath you took. “It’s okay, I’m okay.” You quietly repeated to yourself, trying to trick yourself into believing it.
You opened your eyes, quickly shutting them again when you saw black splotches in the air; like when you rub your eyes too hard and you see the white spots in the back of your mind. You were too focused on trying to calm yourself down, you didn’t notice the door slamming twice signaling that both your parents left you alone in the house.
JJ was out in his backyard hearing the whole thing, eyes trained on your house praying that you were okay. As soon as he saw your parents storm out the front door he hopped over his fence and ran straight into your house. Panic was written on his face as he checked every room in the house, not seeing any sign of you. He checked your bedroom to see messed up sheets and your prescription medication on your night stand.
He ran to the bathroom directly across the hall to hear your broken whimpers coming from inside. He didn’t want to burst into the room, knowing that would only make your panic attack worse. He gently knocked on the door, feeling panicked when you didn’t answer in any way. He opened the door to see an empty bathroom, but he quickly realized you were sitting in the bathtub. Pulling the curtain back, his heart shattered seeing you in such a distressed state.
You popped your head up at the sound of the curtain moving, afraid your parents found you there. You instantly felt a wave of relief rush through your body, but you still felt like you were frozen in fear. “I feel like I can’t breathe.” You stuttered, still feeling the crushing weight on your chest. He quickly got down on his knees to become face to face with you. He slowly reached his hand out and held onto your shoulders, waiting for you to allow him to hug you.
You turned your body towards him and that’s when he knew he could hug you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, the other holding the back of your head; entangling itself in your hair. Tucking your face into the crook of your neck, you felt as if you could slowly start to breathe again. “It happened again.” You mumbled, attempting to stop your body from shaking. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before slowly pulling back.
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.“ He pressed his forehead against yours, placing your hand on his chest, right on top of his heart. "Follow my breathing, okay? In… out… in… out… there we go, sunshine.” You repeated his actions, feeling your lungs inhale the air properly. The heavy weight was no longer on your chest, leaving a small aching feeling.
“Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you,“ he said, "I’ll be right back.” You swallowed harshly, realizing how dry your mouth had gotten. You wiped away the stray tears with the back of your hand and blew your nose with toilet paper before JJ came back with your pill bottle and a glass of water.
“Take your medicine.” He instructed, passing you a pill into your hand. You sighed loudly before looking up at JJ. He gave you a look you knew all too well. It was the ‘Please take this before I have to forcefully cram it down your throat’ look that he’s been giving you since you first got the prescription. You tossed the pill into your mouth, quickly chugging the glass of water. You fanned yourself with your hands, body feeling hot from feeling so claustrophobic.
“Hot?” He asked, sitting on the lid of the toilet. You nodded your head, running your hand through your hair to push it out of your face. “You trust me?” He asked you as he stood up. You nodded your head, “of course.” “Okay, just sit there but scoot forwards.” You obeyed him as scooted towards the front of the tub, your eyelids feeling heavy.
JJ slowly turned the faucet on and plugged the tub, allowing it to begin to fill with cold water. You instantly relaxed at the cool touch, softly grinning as you saw JJ take his shoes off before stepping into the tub behind you. You reached forward and shut the water off once it reached up to your thighs. JJ rested against the back wall, allowing you to lay yourself between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. His arms reached around your front as he looped his fingers on top of yours. Your body shivered as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.” He started softly singing, earning a soft giggle from you. “You make me happy when skies are gray.” You sang with him, letting the feeling of happiness overcome your emotions. “You never know dear, how much I love you.” You tilted your head back against his chest, fluttering your eyes shut as he pecked your forehead. “Please don’t take my sunshine away."
You could feel your heartbeat find a steady pace once again as you surrounded yourself in JJ’s touch. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, smiling to himself as he heard you sigh in relief. "You okay princess?” He whispered into your ear, triggering a patch of goosebumps to appear on your arms.
“Is it okay if I go get us some dry clothes?” You nodded your head as JJ carefully exited the tub, grabbing a towel to dry his lower half off. You stretched your body out in the tub, letting the cool water splash against your torso. JJ went to your closet, immediately taking his extra clothes he leaves there for nights like this one. He picked out shorts and a shirt for you to sleep in, hoping it would be comfortable enough for you.
He walked back towards the bathroom, passing you a towel and your dry clothes. You two faced away from each other as you both quickly changed out of your clothes. You giggled as JJ almost fell over trying to put his shorts on, hearing him grunt in annoyance at his action.
Being too lazy to put your clothes in the washer, you left your clothes in the bathtub along with JJ’s. You led him to your room, closing the door before you threw yourself onto your bed. JJ turned the bedroom lights off before joining you in bed, carefully tucking the sheets around your body. You faced him, your eyes slowly shutting as JJ held the side of your face, his thumb delicately skimming your cheek.
“Goodnight, sunshine.” You mumbled, angling your head to kiss the palm of his hand. He smiled at you with an adoring look in his eyes, “goodnight, princess.”
“Can you do a prompt for JJ, where the store that he works at gets robbed and the robber shoots him and all the characters have to cope with the fact that JJ might die. I understand if you don’t want to xx
It was like any other day for JJ Maybank, he worked at a local retail store. He told you he wanted to pick up as many shifts as he could so he could spoil you. You told him that he didn’t need to shower you with things; just being with him made you happy enough. You kissed JJ and told him to have a good day before he left for work. Little did you guys know that everything was about to change.
It was a relaxing Tuesday morning, the store had a few customers in it. JJ and his coworker Amy stood behind the register as a man in a black sweatshirt and jeans walked in. "Good morning!” His coworker greeted the man who acknowledged them with a nod.
The man strolled down the isles slowly, one hand in his pocket and one hand picking up random object’s. He picked up a bag of chips and soda before walking up to the counter and placing it down. JJ was about to check him out before he pulled out a loaded pistol.
JJ’s eyes widened in fear, “give me everything you have in both registers.” The man demanded, customers that were near immediately ran out of the store and out to safety.
JJ held both hands up in surrender as the man made his way around the counter, his gun trained straight on Amy. “Okay, okay. I’m getting the money now.” JJ said as he opened one of the registers.
“Man hurry up!” The robber yelled as he suddenly began to fidget in his stance. JJ pulled out the cash and wrapped a rubber band around it. He made his way to the other register and opened it.
Instead of reaching for the money inside, he reached below the counter and grabbed a metal pipe that was stored there in case something like this were to happen. In what felt like a millisecond, JJ knocked the guy on the side of the head with the pipe.
“Amy, go!” JJ yelled as she jumped over the counter and out of the store, running around the building to see a couple cowering. “We called the police as soon as we left!” The woman said in tears, still terrified. Amy couldn’t catch her breath, she was mortified of what would happen; from a distance, sirens could be heard.
The robber groaned in pain as JJ tackled him to the ground, the gun flying across the floor. The two fought, JJ on top of the man, throwing punches at his face. The robber headbutted him, knocking him off as he scrambled for the gun.
Before JJ could process it, a loud shot filled the air and there was a sharp pain in his lower chest. Everything went in slow motion as another shot rang out, this time the bullet going into him under his peck.
JJ fell to the floor as he cried out in pain, curling up in a ball as his clothes began to soak in his own blood. The robber stared wide eyed at what he had done, but simply grabbed the money and ran out of the store, only to be stopped with a baton to the knee by the cops. Amy heard the gunshots go off, her heart dropping when she saw the robber only had bruises.
She ran in and saw JJ lying helplessly on the floor, clutching his wounds, his sobs filled her ears as she fell to her knees, her hands keeping pressure on his wounds. “Hey hey hey you’re gonna be okay. Help! Somebody fucking help him!” Amy screamed out as medics ran into the room with a stretcher.
The medics carefully picked the injured boy off of the ground and placed him onto the stretcher. Amy looked down at her hands, her head feeling dizzy when she saw the blood covering every inch of them.
“Y/N.” JJ mumbled as he was lifted into the ambulance. “She’ll be right there when you wake up Maybank!” Amy screamed out to him as she cried. Police officers came up to the girl and had to ask her questions about the events that had happened. She couldn’t properly form sentences, her mouth had gotten dry and she felt as if she was going to be nauseous.
“I have to get his girlfriend down to the hospital. Please.” Was the only words she could get out. The officers nodded as they finished their notes. “You can borrow his phone to make the call. You okay to drive?”
Amy blankly nodded as she was given the phone, her fingers dialing your number. It rang for a few seconds before you picked up.
“Hello?"
"Y/N you need to get down to the hospital right now.” Amy rasped as she anxiously tapped her foot. “Why? What happened? Are you okay?”
“JJ got shot.” Was all Amy could say. You stopped breathing for a second as you felt like everything stopped. Your face got pale, your brother noticed as he gathered around you. “What-what?” You asked, your voice hoarse and your eyes stinging with tears.
“We got robbed and he got shot twice in the chest. Please just meet me there.” You hung up the phone and let out a few shaky breaths before releasing the tears. You grabbed your keys and left your brother in the house without another word.
You sped down the empty roads, your foot pressed hard on the gas pedal and never eased up. You didn’t want to believe it, you didn’t want it to be real. Letting out loud cries, you pulled into the parking lot. You ran into the hospital, frantically looking for Amy.
You found the blonde sitting in a chair by herself in the corner. She stood up and ran up to you, embracing you in a tight hug. “What the fuck happened, where is he? How bad is it? Are you okay?” Your mouth spewed out all these questions before Amy could process a single one. Amy was still struck with fear as she took a deep breath.
“He’s in surgery now. A guy came in to rob us and JJ hit him with a metal pipe and he told me to leave. And I did. Y/N, I left him. If I didn’t leave him maybe he wouldn’t have been shot, maybe I would’ve-” Amy suddenly began rambling, thinking that this was her fault.
You held her shoulders tightly, “Amy, this was not your fault, okay? You did what you had to do, it’s your natural reaction to leave when something like this happens. It is not your fault.” You reassured her as more tears streamed down her face.
You and Amy held each other as they cried into each other’s shoulders. You sniffed as you pulled back, “I gotta call our family.” Amy nodded and got back to her seat in the corner.
You left the hospital and stood outside, trying to see if the fresh air would help you catch your breath. Your hands shook as you carefully dialed John B’s number, knowing the Pogues were at his house. It rang for a bit before John B picked up, “Pogue residence."
"Hey, could you put me on speaker?” You asked.
“Y/N! Where are you? Are you with JJ? You guys were supposed to be here an hour ago.” JB questioned as his friends gathered around him and his phone.
“I’m at the hospital. JJ got shot.” Your heart twisted as you spoke those words. The line went silent for a few seconds. “Guys?”
“We’re heading over now.” And with that, he hung up.
You sat in your seat anxiously next to Amy as you waited for the group of Pogues to come. Your emotions were everywhere, your eyes were puffy, nose a bright shade of red, lips chapped. You had lost your appetite, energy, and your happiness.
Pope, Kie, and John B ran in and saw the two girls, traumatized. They slowly walked up to them, “how bad is it?” Pope asked, his lip quivering.
“He’s in surgery now.” Amy said as you stared blankly at the floor. You wanted to speak, but you couldn’t find the right words to say. Nobody knew what to say. They all just sat there in silence, but all supporting each other with hugs and hand holding.
_____2 hours later_____
A doctor with a clipboard and papers walked out into the waiting room. “JJ Maybank?” She called out as the group of teens collectively stood up. She raised her eyebrows, “who’s the main one?”
Everyone turned their eyes to you. You stepped forward, feeling sick once again. “The surgery was completed and they successfully removed both bullets. He is resting now, however he is unconscious due to the fact that the one of the bullets was close to a major artery and he lost quite a bit of blood. You can see him whenever you’d like, we just ask one at a time.” The doctor spoke, you took in her words feeling blessed knowing that it was a success.
You let the others see him first, only to be able to see him last before you had to go home. You wanted to stay the rest of the day with him until the hospital didn’t allow visitors anymore. You sat in the uncomfortable chair as you picked at your nails. Your mind had a million thoughts running around and you couldn’t process any of them.
After what seemed like a lifetime, it was finally your turn to see him. Kie walked up to you and quickly threw her arms around you, allowing you to cry into each other’s necks. Pope and John B joined you guys, all being there to support each other. “Will you be okay if we head back to the chateau?” Kie asked, breaking the group hug. You nodded your head and wiped the tears on the back of your hand. John B gave you a quick peck on the forehead, “you can come over whenever you need, we’ll be right there for you.”
You nodded your head and gave Pope a hug before you watched your loved ones walk out the door. You turned around and began to make way to his room. Your legs suddenly felt as if they would crumble from underneath you.
You stood in front of the door, hand on the door knob shaking as you heard the sound of the beeping monitor. You took a deep breath before slowly opening the door. You covered your mouth with your hand as more tears flooded your eyes at the sight of JJ.
He had bruises on his face, his lower lip inflamed along with his left eye. He had a tube up his nose and in his mouth to help with his breathing. He was patched up, spots of his blood stood out from the white gauze wrapped around the wounds.
You sat in the chair next to him, your mouth gaping as you took in the sight of him. You slowly reached across the bed and lightly held onto his hand, afraid to hurt him anymore. “Oh God.” You sobbed out as you saw how pale his skin was.
You pressed a delicate kiss to his hand, holding it to your lips for a few seconds before taking it away, still holding it. Scooting the chair towards the bed, you rubbed your thumb across his knuckles. Your fingers softly ran through his hair. “I love you so much. God, I never thought this would happen. You know, even after fighting off Kooks and going on a treasure hunt.” You spoke as you sniffled, struggling to breathe. “The amount of times you have saved my dumbass. I wish I was there to save yours.” You mumbled.
You sat there for hours, afraid to leave his side. At times you would get a call or text from your friends, checking in on you and asking for updates. You rested your head on the side of the bed, eyes fluttering shut. You had gotten an hour worth of rest before you were woken up by the sound of the monitor. Looking up to see that there was a flat line. You choked on air as you swung the door open and screamed out, “I need a doctor in here now!"
You muffled your cries with your hands as doctors and nurses ran into the room. One nurse had to pull you out as you begged them to let you stay. "Hun. You need to go home and get some sleep. We’ll call you tomorrow as soon as we allow visitors.” The nurse calmly spoke as your knees buckled beneath you.
You fell to the ground as the nurse held you in her arms. “Please save him.” You begged as you remained on the cold white floor; the nurse couldn’t make promises she couldn’t keep.
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You drove yourself to John B’s, your ears ringing as your chest hurt from heaving so hard. Your eyes were sore from crying and your voice was raspy.
You walked through the front door to see Kie and Pope fast asleep on the couch, you could only assume John B was asleep in his bed. You snuck out through the backdoor and made way to the hammocks. Your fingers skimmed the fabric before you sat down, shimmying into the pillows. Turning your head, you pictured JJ next to you with his arm around your shoulder.
Blinking, his image disappeared before your eyes; only causing your heart to ache more. You sat in silence, listening to the crickets as they chirped in the distance. Too focused on the sounds, you nearly fell to the floor as John B appeared to your side. You clasped your hand over your heart as he let out an apologetic laugh.
He took the spot next to you as you both stared at the moonlight reflecting off the waters. “He’s gonna be okay, he’s a strong motherfucker.” He reassured you, rubbing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You exhaled as the picture of him in that hospital bed reappeared in your head. “I love him, John B I can’t lose him.” You stated, voice just above a whisper.
“He loves you too. You know, recently he brought up the thought of marrying you.” Your head snapped towards your friend with your eyes wide. “What?” He realized what he said when it was too late, “ah shit I didn’t mean to actually say that.” You shook your head, “no, no it’s okay. What did he say about it?”
He turned to face you, tucking his legs criss crossed underneath him. “He said he loves waking up in bed with you by his side, it helps him smile everyday and helps get him out of bed. He’s thought about if you two would have kids, you guys would make little bedtime stories of the Pogues adventures together, but you know, kid friendly. How he can’t wait for you to have his last name, there was one time I caught him mumbling Y/N Maybank in his sleep.” Your cheeks turned a bright pink as John B told you everything, only realizing how much you’re in love with this boy.
“You mean the world to him Y/n, before he met you he used to just sleep around, smoke way more, sometimes drank till he passed out. But since he met you he’s changed in the best way possible. Hell, he even started wearing his seatbelt when he drove.” Wiping your tears on the back of your hand you grinned to yourself. “I’m so unbelievably in love with him.” John B flashed you a bright smile, glad two of his best friends found love within each other.
“You know he would want you to get some sleep, right?” You exhaled and stepped out of the hammock. “I hate when you’re right.” You muttered before offering a hand out to him. He stood up and walked back into his house, tiptoeing around Pope and Kie. You two stood in front of JJ’s room, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Goodnight Y/N.” He whispered. “Goodnight John B.”
You entered his room and shut the door, taking in the smell of his cologne that drifted through the air. You sat at the desk placed in the corner of his room, staring at the photos of you two that scattered his wall. You picked up a wallet sized picture of JJ kissing your cheek on your third date with him. Your whole body felt so drained it felt difficult to even breathe. You traced the shapes of the photo with your finger, “please be alive."
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5 days later
Everyone had visited JJ in the hospital except his own father. Hell, even Kie and Pope’s family visited him. You were contemplating going to his dad and screaming at him, but Pope had to physically hold you back from doing that. You brought a new bouquet of flowers everyday, giving the old ones to the nurses and doctors that worked there.
You sat on the left side of the bed, holding his hand with your eyes fluttering shut every now and then due to your lack of sleep. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, but you were numb and felt like a drained battery.
Your head snapped up when you suddenly felt JJ’s hand squeeze yours. You gasped as you nearly jumped from your chair. "Baby?” You asked softly. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open as he took a deep inhale of air. Your senses awakened as you let out a sigh of relief, a large grin displayed on your face.
“Y/N?” His mumbled, his voice scratchy. You found the control next to his bed and found the button for a doctor to come to the room immediately. You pressed a kiss to his hand as he held onto yours. “Hey baby. Hey, I’m right here, it’s okay.” You soothed him as you smiled at your boyfriend.
Doctors rushed in, pushing you out of the room saying they needed to check his vitals and see how stable he was. You sat outside the door against the wall, knees pulled up to your chest with your arms resting on your knees. You tilted your head up and closed your eyes, feeling beyond lucky that he was responsive.
After about twenty minutes, the doctor left the room to speak with you. “He’s very lucky, 1 more inch and that bullet would’ve hit a major artery. We want him to stay here just for a couple days to make sure he’s healing properly. After that he’s free to go home whenever.” You nodded your head and thanked him as he walked away.
You entered back into his room, standing next to the bed. “Come here, princess.” He mumbled as you bent down towards him, gently holding the non injured side of his face. He kissed you passionately, fingers intertwined in your hair. He carefully scooted over and patted the empty side of the bed for you.
You hesitantly got in next to him, being careful to avoid his wounds. You rested your head on his shoulder as he kissed your forehead. “I’ve missed you, so fucking much.” You muttered as you finally felt at peace being by his side again. “You can’t get rid of me that easily Y/L/N,” He joked as he pressed his lips to your hand, “You’re stuck with me forever.” He continued.
You remembered the conversation you had with John B a few nights before. “Sounds perfect to me.” He gave you that heart stopping grin of his before planting another kiss on your lip.
A/n: I’VE MISSED YOU GUYS! I broke my phone and I had to wait the whole month before my new phone got shipped in. But I’m back and I’m so excited to keep writing!
Summary: Inspired by If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Julia Michael’s + Laying On My Porch While We Watch The World End by Powfu.
Word count: 1,510
Warnings: cursing
John B sat in his van as he let out a string of curse words from his lips. His entire life living in the Outer Banks he had never seen so much traffic in front of his eyes. It was a one way street with about 20 cars in front of him going 10 miles under the speed limit. He reached over and hovered his hand over the passenger’s seat before it fell limp onto the cushion.
He felt the small impact of the fabric, sighing as he shook his head to clear his thoughts. It seemed as if it were yesterday when you were in the passenger’s seat, his hand placed on your thigh; tracing the letters of the alphabet onto your skin. His eyes fell onto the empty seat as he let out a loud sigh, running his hand through his hair.
You two were high school sweethearts, started dating in 9th grade but split up after high school graduation. You two had a conversation about your future together, whether you guys would want marriage and kids. You had told him you weren’t ready for marriage and you weren’t sure if you ever would be. His heart was crushed by your words, wondering if you were ever really in love with him. You had always loved him, but you knew you weren’t ready to spend forever with him. You both said you two would stay in touch; that was one year ago.
He was too caught up in his thoughts and memories to process the road underneath his car began to shake and rumble. The only thing that snapped him out of his trance was hearing quite a few screams of fear. Only then did he realize that there was an earthquake happening. He sat in the driver’s seat, frozen in fear as he immediately thought of you.
He wondered where you were and if you were safe. Maybe you were out at the bar drinking, maybe you were in your house watching television in the living room. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he felt his van shake fiercely, wishing you were there to calm him down; and that’s when he realized something. If the world was ending, he would want to be with you.
He would want you in his arms, talking with you as if nothing was happening. He wouldn’t be afraid to tell you he loves you, he wouldn’t be terrified to tell you that he never stopped. Everything he feared, he didn’t care about as long as he was with you. He wouldn’t even dare to say goodbye to you in the final minute, knowing he would wake up on the other side with you in his arms.
He was hesitant while wondering if the world ended, would you want to be with him as well?
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You sat on the edge of your couch watching as ‘breaking news’ was written across your television. The earthquake didn’t frighten you, it didn’t make you run for cover. You sat on your couch with your head in your hands, your thoughts immediately finding their way to think about John B. You wondered if he was scared, worried, or unbothered like you were.
You turned your head to the empty spot on the couch next to you. Trying to fight back, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the memory of John B laying upside down with his feet dangling in the air as his face turned a beet red. You could have your eyes closed in a room full of a thousand people; yet still be able to pick out his laugh, reminiscing on the amount of times you caused it.
Recalling a memory from one night, the sound of your drunken laughter mixed with his echoed in your head.
You drunkenly thanked the uber driver, complimenting her hair before exiting the car. John B joined your side, apologizing to her for having to drive the drunken couple home. She offered a warm goodbye before driving out of your driveway.
You shoved your hand into your purse, fingers pushing objects around until you found your house keys. John B giggled loudly before you held your index finger up to your lips, “shh! My neighbors hate me enough as it is.” You mumbled, biting your lip to hold back your laughter. “Y/n, how much shit do you have in your purse,” he started, “seriously! You shove your hand in there and it’s like a trip to Narnia!"
You cackled at his words, immediately covering your mouth with your hand as you pulled your keys out. Fiddling with the item you tried inserting the key into the lock, missing it 3 times before you were able to insert it. You unlocked the door and pushed it open, nearly stumbling over as you forced the door.
Turning around you flipped the lights on in your kitchen, both of you groaning out in pain as the bright lights blinded you both. He covered both your eyes and his with his hands as you quickly switched them back off. John B pulled out a chair at the kitchen table, aiming to sit down in the seat only to miss it completely as he fell to the floor.
You covered your mouth as you began cackling at your boyfriend’s mishap. Doubling over from laughter, your face turned red as you couldn’t catch your breath. "Are-are you-you ok-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as his laughter got louder than yours. You fell to your knees and joined his side, cupping the side of his face. Your laughter slowly died down with his as his eyes looked into yours. “You’re so beautiful.” He slurred, gently holding the bottom of your chin as he kissed you.
Returning the action, you sighed in content at the feelings of his lips against yours. He released you which allowed you to snuggle into his chest. Your eyes slowly fell shut as you quietly fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat on your kitchen floor.
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You smiled softly to yourself, shutting off the TV before leaning back against the cushion. You sat there in silence for a few minutes before a rapid knock echoed from your front door. Slowly getting up you headed towards the sound before unlocking the door and opening it. You could barely process who was in front of you before he tackled you in a hug.
The smell of his cologne immediately made your eyes water, not realizing how much you missed him. Your eyes watered as you felt him hold the back of your head as your fingers clutched onto the fabric of his shirt. The sound of him sniffling made your heart ache with pain. You felt like you were frozen in place, like your body turned cold. “You’re safe.” He spoke to himself, thanking the Lord that you were okay. Slowly pulling himself away from you, his brown eyes searched into your E/C ones. You got lost in his for a moment before inviting him inside.
He sat next to you on the couch turning his body to face you. “I miss you.” You let the words glide off your tongue before you could stop yourself. His eyes widened at your confession, his tongue swiped across his bottom lip; a habit he had when he got nervous. “When I felt the earthquake, I realized something. I realized that if the world was ending I would want you to come over. I’d want you to stay the night, even if you fell out of love with me I just want to be with you. You made me feel alive, and that’s all I’d be able to focus on even if we were about to die."
Exhaling loudly, you caught your breath as his eyes filled with tears. "I’m sorry if that was too much or didn’t make sense-” John B quickly reached forward and held the side of your face, kissing you passionately as you held his wrist in place. The feeling of euphoria ran through your body, goosebumps appeared on your arms as you felt him grin into the kiss. You pulled back from him to catch your breath, resting your forehead against his.
“I could be falling to my doom but I would be smiling because you have made me the happiest person. There could be meteors flying across the sky, buildings could be falling down and on fire, chaos could be everywhere but I wouldn’t give a single care in the world because I’m safe with you. I know you said you weren’t ready for marriage, but that never stopped me from loving you even after we broke up.” He whispered, his breath fanning over your lips.
“I never stopped loving you either, and this whole thing showed me that I am ready for marriage. I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you.” You muttered, a wide grin appeared on his lips. “Really?” Your grin mirrored his, “really.”
Summary: After JJ finds out a secret you’ve been keeping for a long time, he’s right by your side to help take care of you.
Word count: 1,822
Warnings: verbal and physical abuse/violence, mentions of blood, cursing.
You tiptoed through your bedroom window, not trying to attract your mother as you packed your bag to spend the week at John B’s. Your mother was just like JJ’s father, always smuggling or doing drugs, drinking until they’re unconscious, or just passed out on the couch for days on end.
Your mother was never supportive of you, you worked everyday and your mother didn’t even have a job. She would take her anger out on you everytime she remembered your dad wasn’t in the picture. If you said or did something she didn’t like, she would verbally and physically tell you how she felt about it.
No one in the Pogue friend group knew about your struggles at home. Every time you showed up with a new cut or bruise, you always managed to find a new excuse on what happened. You figured you would have to tell them at some point, you just didn’t know it would have to be so soon.
You snuck around in your room, packing bathing suits and clothes. Bagging some more essentials you would need just in case. Scanning your room, you quietly zipped your bag shut before opening and closing your bedroom door. Turning around you froze in your tracks to see your mother standing there with her arms crossed.
“Are you staying at that Josh B’s house?” Her mother slurred, nearly falling over from just standing there. “His name is John B, and yes I am.” You stated, your tone firm even though your legs were shaking. You threw your backpack over your shoulders and walked by your mom
“Is that JJ boy going to be there too?” You ignored her question as you kept your focus on the front door. You had your hand on the doorknob before she shouted at you, “he’s just gonna use you!”
Your jaw clenched as you bit your tongue. Turning around to face her you felt anger bubbling from the center of your chest. “JJ is not going to ‘use’ me. You don’t even know him so keep his name out of your mouth.” You stepped back after you spoke, not knowing just how harsh your tone sounded.
“Your father would be ashamed of you,” she started, “you look just like him. And I fucking hate that, you know why? Because he should be here, and not you. Everytime I look at you, you make me wanna scream!” She spat, her voice was laced with venom and pure hatred.
“I wish you were the one who left and not him.” You raised your voice back at your mother whose eyes were widened with fury. Before you could even process what happened, your mother grabbed the nearest empty beer bottle and chucked it at you.
You let out a cry of pain as you felt a sharp blow right above your right eyebrow. You stood there in fear as your fingers reached up to touch the area that had been hit. You lowered your hand to see a small drop of blood on your finger. You flicked the drop of blood away as you quickly swung the front door open. The moment you stepped out of the house, you slammed the door shut and just ran as fast as you could to John B’s
Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, feeling mentally drained from those 5 minutes near your mother. You were tired, tired of both the physical and emotional pain every time you were in that house. You wanted to get as far away from there as possible. Your wound went numb as the summer breeze hit it. You were too focused on your legs running to focus on the pain.
Finally running up the driveway to John B’s house, you stopped at the front door as you bent over to catch your breath. Calming yourself down, you walked inside to find it was empty. You threw your bag onto the couch and headed into the backyard to see your friends fishing. “Hi guys!” You greeted them with a forced smile as you walked up to them.
“Hey Y/N! Wait, what happened?” Kie asked from the spot she was sitting in. You immediately turned back around and headed back into the house, only to be followed by JJ who dropped his fishing rod. You picked up your pace, knowing he was following you to find out what happened. You ran into the bathroom with him close behind you. Closing the bathroom door on him, you took a look at the small gash on your face.
“Y/N, if you don’t open this door right now I will break it down, and you know I will.” JJ demanded from the other side of the door. You sighed as you slowly opened the door, watching his face drop in horror and sadness as he saw the wound. “Y/N…” he stepped forward, entering the bathroom with you.
He quickly closed the door behind them as you stared at the cut in the mirror once more. A mixture of sadness and anger bubbled in his veins as he took in the sight of your wound, along with the look of sadness on your face. “Let’s get you cleaned up, buttercup.” JJ said, pushing his feelings away as to not upset you anymore then you already were.
Before you could protest, he easily picked you up by the waist and sat you down on the sink counter. He stood between your legs, his arm reaching behind your head to grab a washcloth and a bar of soap.
Your eyes watched his hands as he lathered the washcloth with soap and water before carefully rubbing the cut. You flinched at the painful tingling sensation, backing away from his hand for a moment. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” JJ whispered, his heart aching as she held onto his non busy hand.
“Who did this to you?” He knew the answer since you had explained to him that you had to go home, but he didn’t want to believe it. You took a deep breath, your eyes focused on the bathroom floor. “It was your mom, wasn’t it?” He whispered after a moment of silence. You flickered your eyes up to meet his, and that’s when he knew his assumptions were correct.
“Y/N, princess… How long has this been going on for?” He asked, tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear. “Pretty much since we moved here. After my dad just left, she always got mad and constantly told me I reminded her of him. How she wants him here instead of me. It started out verbal but then things just kind of… escalated.” You opened up, your voice just above a whisper.
“Why didn’t you tell us sooner? Why didn’t you tell me?” He was hurt that you had known him your entire life, but never told him about it. “I don’t want people thinking I’m asking for attention or lying. And I didn’t want to be a burden, I mean you guys have your own issues to deal with, I didn’t want to add onto it.”
He gently held the bottom of your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “Princess, listen to me. You aren’t and never will be a burden or any of us, and you never will be. Especially with stuff like this. I mean, I would’ve let you stay over more often if I knew. I know for a fucking fact John B or Kie would. And Pope will always be there for you, whether a shoulder to cry on or someone who will make you laugh. We’re your family, Y/n, we’re here for you.” JJ couldn’t help but feel like a hypocrite for saying these words when he was going through the same things with his father.
“I don’t want to talk about it with them right now, especially with John B’s dad still possibly out there. I just want us to focus on him.” You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to control your shaky breath.
You had always been a tough girl in JJ’s eyes. You could take a joke, you weren’t afraid to fight your own battles, you knew how to stand up for yourself and your friends. It broke his heart to see you so beaten up, both mentally and physically.
JJ entangled his hand through your hair and pulled you towards him, resting your head on his chest. You inhaled deeply before breaking down into tears, your body trembling against his. His other hand held your back, tracing small shapes onto your skin in an attempt to calm you down.
“Shh. It’s okay baby, I got you. You’re safe with us.” He softly hummed a soft tune in your ear as you clutched onto the fabric of his shirt. “You’re okay. I’m right here.” He held you tightly in his arms as he heard you slowly calm down. You slowly pulled away from him, wiping your nose with a tissue.
“There we go, princess.” He held your face in his hands and gently wiped away the trails of tears with his thumbs. You placed your hands on top of his and held them in their position. His eyes trailed down to your lips, wondering what they would feel like pressed against his.
He softly cleared his throat, his eyes dropping to the ground as he released you. “Let’s get you patched up.” Your cheeks turned a light pink as you shyly grinned as his back was turned. He reached behind you again to grab a box of bandaids. He quickly ripped one open and placed it on your wound, gently pressing the sides down to make it stay in place. He leaned forward and pressed a delicate kiss to the covered up wound, pulling back to see a soft grin on your lips.
You hopped off the counter and stood on your tiptoes, one hand using his shoulder to keep balance the other placed on the side of his cheek. You pressed a kiss to the left cheek, both of their heartbeats picking up speed. You got back onto your feet, your face warming up as he returned the kind gesture to you.
As he pulled away, you two made eye contact realizing both of you wanted the same thing. “Can I-” he started, “kiss me.” You mumbled. His hands snaked their way around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck. His lips gently and carefully danced with yours, as if you were a glass doll and one wrong move would break you.
Pulling back, he rested his forehead against yours. “It feels better already.” You grinned, pressing your lips against his one more time. He opened the bathroom door, his arm still around your waist. “I got the magic touch. That’s not the only thing I could touch though.”
Hi lovelies! Please send me some requests my submissions are open! If you would like to look at prompts I have two (2) lists on my masters list! Thank you
summary: rafe gets you & him stuck in a boat in the middle of nowhere for 5 days, with no signal and having to wait for the patrol. ‘Accidentally’. [spoiler: it wasn’t]
warnings: swearing, (rough) smut, manhandling, choking kink, rafe being a plotting lil shit, my english.
word count: 8.2K [sorry it’s kinda long. went overboard w this]
DAY 0
Your eyes narrowed slightly as you analyzed the blond standing in front of you, your arms were crossed firmly across your chest. His eyebrows were raised as he awaited your answer, his back pressed against the kitchen island.
“And you want me to accompany you, why?” You questioned, waiting for a decent explanation.
“’Cause your brother has an event with Topper and Kelce,” he explained quickly as he shrugged his shoulders with ease. “And I need someone to go with me.”
For more context, Rafe Cameron had asked you to accompany him on a little trip on his boat, there is a very specific kind of fish he wants to catch passing through the waters near Outer Banks; Rafe justifies his need to get that fish because it is his father’s favorite, and he wants to show himself capable of catching it.
“And why don’t you ask your sisters for help?” you questioned him, with some suspicion still.
“Mm, because they are my sisters.” he answered with obviousness, it was a simple but logical answer; the truth is that not even his sisters could stand his annoying ass.
And that’s what brought him to you, or at least that’s what he’s implying. And while you don’t actually believe him, it’s not like you could perceive any hidden intentions. You should’ve, but you couldn’t.
You see, even though Damien, your older brother, and Rafe have been friends for YEARS, your relationship with Rafe isn’t precisely the best. He has always been annoying, selfish, egocentric, and an idiot.
A hot idiot; for that matter, which made it complicated to hate him.
The relationship the two of you shared was based in teasing, lots of it, but of course, over the years it has changed. It went from a young Rafe teasing you for crying over princess’ movies, to letting his eyes linger in your lips for longer than usual, casual grazings, and shameless comments.
All that, combined with his idiotic attitude, made the two of you have a constant banter-based relationship; all you two did was bicker, tease and sass the hell out of each other. Just like an old, married couple. Except you two weren’t married, and couldn’t make up as easily.
It drove your brother insane. He didn’t care what it was that would get you and Rafe to stop bantering. He just wanted the two of you to stop.
“So? Are you coming with me or…” Rafe insisted, you had taken way too long to answer a simple yes or no question.
You already knew it was probably one of the worst ideas he’d ever had, and considering it’s impulsive, spontaneous Rafe we’re talking about… it was indeed terrible.
“No.” you replied simply, with no further explanation or motives as to why.
Rafe looked actually taken aback by that, not being used to getting ‘no’ for an answer, not even from you. Though, he knew the only reason you’d said no was to contradict him, and you, having no apparent reason to refuse, was an open invitation for Rafe to keep insisting.
“Come on, it’ll only be two days out,” Rafe insisted, using the nicest voice he could. “Out there in the nice sea, in the Druthers, with food, drinks and a nice AC system… yeah?”
“You do realise my family also has a boat with AC?” you cleverly added. “And if I wanted to, I could go out to the nice sea with snacks too.”
“But uh, do tell me, does your boat have a double jacuzzi?” he questioned you with a raised eyebrow, and at that, you shut your mouth.
“I—”
“Uh huh, exactly.”
“I can live without it.”
“Oh, c'mon Y/N,” Rafe sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a few seconds, as if recharging his patience before adding. “I’ll give you whatever you want, whatever it is, I’ll get it for you. The only condition is you coming with me.”
That really got you thinking.
Your family had money and influence, but no more than the Camerons. What Rafe promised you could range from drugs, to designer clothes and handbags, to that sort of thing. It really was anything.
Rafe may be an idiot, too impulsive and lately, coked out 90% of the time, but he can have a way with words if he puts his mind to it, you had to give that to him.
Somehow, the idiot had made it sound like an enjoyable proposition, a good weekend. A great fucking idea.
Yes. You two, going out there to the middle of the sea, alone. Like a great idea.
You already knew it was the worst fucking idea you’d agreed to in your entire life.
“Fine.”
“You won’t regret it.”
You probably would, but oh well. Mistakes are the best teachers out there.
A/n: Sorry this took a little longer then the other chapters I ended up doing a couple of rewrites. I’m really excited for chapter 4 and 5 I have alot planned for them. Anyways enjoy
Warning ⚠️: swearing
Word count: 2,930
Days when the club is understaffed are the worst days in existence. Because instead of being out on the course you’re stuck helping the wait staff in the kitchen. Forced to serve and carry heavy trays, trying your best to remember what food goes to what table.
The only saving grace was that you worked with JJ, one of the few pogue friends you still had. You knew JJ since before your big school jump as a kid, he was basically the last friend you ever made at your old school before the big switch.
“Your day dreaming again princess, we don’t leave until two so maybe you should hustle with these orders.” JJ said, leaning into you with three tracys in hand.
“I wasn’t daydreaming, I was just in deep thought.” You grabbed one of the trays he was holding and made your way over to your tables.
“Well what’s the difference then you look spaced out either way?”
“Daydreaming uses your imagination and deep thoughts are usually focused on a single topic.” You said walking back into the servers area once the trays were dropped off.
“Bullshit you’re making that up, is this what they’re teaching you over at kook academy because I’d want my money back.” You giggled, slapping his shoulder.
“God you’re annoying anyways onto better news you should come by the beach after our shift. Come watch John B and I surf and stuff.”
“Hmm I can’t, I’m supposed to hang out with Sarah after this.”
“Come on you hang out with Sarah all the time, just bring her with you it’s not like John B’s gonna complain. I barely get to see you, you’re always hanging out with Sarah or Topper, the sexiest surfer guy on all of the island.” His voice goes high when he says Topper’s name, folding his hands and lifting up one leg.
“Why are you doing that?” You whined hitting his arms.
“Because that’s how you say his name, your voice gets all soft and dreamy anytime you mention him. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you liked him. Maybe that’s why you’re still single, are you holding out for him” JJ says, pointing an accusing finger at you.
“Omg why has my lack of dating life been a hot topic recently. I do not like Topper, he is and always has been a close friend.”
It felt as if liar was painted across your forehead with the way JJ was looking at you. Were you being that obvious ? If JJ could tell then everyone must be able too all it takes is one person to notice before word gets around.
“Hmm all I’m gonna say is maybe it’s time to get yourself a boyfriend I’ll help you go through applications.”
Before you could respond your manager came through the service doors eying you two to get back to work. You guys continued to work keeping your eyes glued to the clock for your shifts to end. When two o'clock finally hit, JJ and you bolted out the doors not wanting to get pressured into staying an extra hour or more.
“Alrighty princess, make the call to Sarah you’re coming with me today I aint taking no for an answer.” JJ lifted you up holding you as if you were his bride as he was whisking away from the altar.
You couldn’t help but to laugh as he carried you all the way to the twinkie. John B was always nice enough to lend him the twinkie whenever he had to work. JJ was struggling to open the door with you in his arms reaching out to grab the handle as best as he could.
“Ok ok we’ll come just put me down before you pull a muscle.” You said in-between laughs.
You hopped into the van taking out your phone to see if Sarah was ok with the change of plans. “She said yha we just gotta pick her up.”
“Ok treat me like your own personal uber driver I guess.” JJ said driving off into the direction of Sarah’s house.
You guys picked up John B and Sarah before finally heading to the beach. Sarah and you watched layed up on two towels as the boys were surfing.
“ So is this like a double date ?” Sarah said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Omg Sarah you know JJ is like one of my best friends. Why is everyone getting on me about this recently.” You turned around deciding to lay on your stomach so you didn’t have to face her knowing she couldn’t comment on how your face was flushed if she couldn’t see it.
“I’m just saying, me and John B, you and JJ it would be perfect honestly. Think about it JJ is totally into you too.”
“He is not, we’re sandbox buddies for life.”
Sarah rolled her eyes at you. “Come on (y/n) you can’t tell me you’re hooked on "Frosty” still is this why you’re so against dating. I mean It’s been how many years, who even is this guy! You haven’t even told me your best friend in the whole wide world who he is. You’ve practically wasted all your prime dating years holding out for this mystery man. I don’t get it.“ Sarah started to wave her arms around frantically as she went into her rant clearly frustrated with your secrecy.
Frosty was your code name for Topper but Sarah couldn’t know that, while you could hide who you have a crush on you can’t hide that you have one. It was one of the rules to your "secret game”, you two must always tell each other if you like someone if you’re caught lying then you have to do a punishment of the others choosing.
Which you learned the hard way when Sarah made you go to your first ever middle school party in a shirt that said Sarah Cameron’s bitch after she caught you doodling the code name on one of your binders.
“Come on (y/n) all I’m saying is you have a perfectly great guy that’s dying for the chance to be with you. And think of how perfect it would be to date a fellow pair of besties.” Sarah decided to prop herself up watching as the boys came back to shore.
“I don’t know, maybe you’re right.” Before you could finish your thought JJ flung himself down on your towel resting his head and torso on your back, his wet body feeling cold against your skin.
“JJ oh my God, I was trying to avoid getting wet today.” You said doing your best to turn and look over at him.
“Aw come on, maybe if you weren’t such a towel hog I wouldn’t have to do that.” He nuzzled his head into your back causing you all to laugh.
John B stood smiling, taking a towel from Sarah and wrapping it on his neck giving her a knowing glance. Suddenly his smile turned his eyes squinting as he looked off into the distance.
“Don’t look now but the kook patrol is on the horizon.” John B said watching as Rafe, Kelce and Topper made their way down to the beach.
You all couldn’t help but turn seeing that they also noticed the four of you lounging on the beach.
“Ugh God why are they coming over here.” Sarah groaned, bringing her knees to her chest.
“So who do we have here?” Rafe was the first to speak coming over to stand by you. All his eyes could focus on was the sight of JJ laying down on you. He felt that twinge of jealousy creeping up on him once again.
“Can you guys just not?” Sarah said glaring at her brother before darting her eyes at the two Boys standing behind him.
“We just came over to say hi to (y/n) actually, not you three.” Topper spoke, pointing his finger at you.
Looking up you shook JJ off of your back so you could sit up, he couldn’t help himself from sitting as close to you as possible in a protective manner, even though he knew Topper and them are your friends he still didn’t trust them.
“Um well do you guys wanna go over there and talk or something then.” You asked.
All these years you’ve always tried your hardest to keep everyone separated from each other. You never wanted any confrontation knowing the history that they all share.
“I mean I want to talk to you about the charity event anyways so why don’t you hang out with us for a little bit.” Topper kept his focus on you not wanting to acknowledge the rest of the group.
“As long as you guys don’t mind, I’ll come right back. It will only be for a little bit.” You looked over at the group.
Sarah and John B could tell that you desperately wanted to avoid an issue at all costs. And by the sympathetic looks on their faces you could tell they were willing to be the first to compromise. JJ on the other hand was just trying to do his best to bite his tongue.
“Go ahead, we’re just gonna get ready to head back to my place, we’ll wait for you.” John B smiled, patting your shoulder as you got up to go with Topper and the boys.
Rafe glanced back at JJ as the four of you walked off noticing the way JJ’s eyes never left your frame. He was well aware of the look JJ was giving you. It was the same look he had plastered on his face all these years.
“So my mom wants you to help us with setting up on Saturday.” Topper said, acting as if the air on the beach wasn’t polluted with tension.
“Yha of course but isn’t she paying to have it set up?” You stayed close to Topper letting your arms brush together as you all continued to walk seminingly with nowhere in mind.
Rafe and Kelce having a conversation of their own, only chiming in when needed. That didn’t stop Rafe from glancing over at you any chance he got.
“Yha, she just wants us to make sure the clubs do it exactly how she likes. You know she just wants to micromanage everything. Anyways, enough of this boring talk, I heard you have a date this year.” Topper slapped Rafe on the shoulder causing both of you to look at him with shock in your eyes.
“A date! Come on Top where just going as friends.” Your eyes felt like saucers as you stared at him before looking at Rafe to confirm your Comment.
A light bulb went off in Rafe’s head when he saw the way you looked at him, it all started to make sense. It was Topper that you’ve been interested in all these years, his best friend was the reason you treated him like he was invisible.
“Get real it’s not a fucking date come on man.”
Rafe couldn’t help but to feel hurt by how quickly you dismissed the idea of going on a date with him but it all made sense now. That still didn’t stop a bitter taste from forming in his mouth as he looked over at you though. To make matters worse he saw JJ starting to approach them all.
“Hey (y/n) we’re starting to pack up the twinkie you coming?” JJ didn’t even bother to look at the boys, only focusing on you.
“Hello to you too.” Rafe said his patience was starting to wear thin.
“That’s rude you’re not even gonna say hi or excuse me.” Kelce spoke up mad that he interrupted the conversation.
“Maybe someone should teach him some damn manners.” Topper chimed in, his previous demeanor changing completely.
You looked over at the boys trying your best to ignore their taunts just wanting this exchange to end.
“Don’t listen to them ok, I’ll be there in a sec, I’m just gonna say goodbye first.” Your hand reached out to his shoulder giving it a slight squeeze not knowing that this would be Rafes’ final straw.
He was doing his best to not let this whole thing get to him but he just couldn’t contain himself any further.
“You know you don’t have to slum it with that dirty ass salt-lifer if you don’t want to (y/n), you can just hang out with us. But hey, I guess you always did love your charity work.” Rafe laughed, smiling widely as JJ puffed up his chest getting closer to him.
“You know Rafe your a fucking ass what is (y/n) only good enough when it’s convenient for you because I heard what happened at the club and while (y/n) might of let it slide I haven’t.”
The boys were now in each other’s faces, fists clenched while Topper and Kelce took a few steps closer ready to jump in if Rafe needed them too.
“Big talk for the guy that will be serving my mai tais next week, if you wanna keep your job I suggest you shut the fuck up.” Rafe jabbed his finger into JJ’s chest with each word he spoke.
JJ was asked to work the day of the charity ball and you knew it was a big opportunity for him to make a few extra bucks. Big events at the club always mean more tips and overtime. You didn’t want JJ losing out knowing how much he needed the money.
You did your best to slide in-between the two boys putting your hands on each of their chests.
“Can you guys please just stop it and put your egos aside for once just drop it.” You looked at both of them watching as they backed away, Topper grabbing onto Rafe and patting his shoulder while you pulled JJ aside.
“I’ll meet you guys at the twinkie ok, just give me a minute please.” You smiled gently, holding onto his shoulders once again before he walked off, still angry at the situation but stopped himself from going any further for your sake.You turned around facing the boys, your mood now bitter.
“Can you guys just please for once not do anything stupid. I know you all have your problems but I can’t keep being in the middle of this. I don’t want any problems at the charity ball next week.” You tried your best to sound stern but there was a slight quiver to your voice that you just couldn’t mask.
“(Y/n) look…” Topper tried taking a step forward but you simply backed away too upset by his action the most.
You rarely see that side of Topper you knew it was there but you’ve been lucky enough to avoid it for the most part.
“I’ll see you guys next week bye.” You turned around picking up your pace to head towards the van. Rafe couldn’t help himself from following you, catching up after you got far enough from the guys.
“Hey I know I’m not the easiest person in the world to be around so don’t be mad at Topper and Kelce, they only tried to have my back. I’m not making any promises but if I stick by you at the charity ball then I’ll have no choice but to be in my best behavior.”
You paused looking over at him studying his face before he went on. “I mean it’s hard to get in trouble when you have little Miss baby doll with you.”
“Let’s just see how everything goes I’m keeping my fingers crossed for no issues.” You waved goodbye walking off to go to the twinkie.
Sarah and John B were clearly trying to calm JJ down as he paced around ranting about the altercation that just accused.
“JJ I’m sorry about before I should have stepped in sooner.” You said going to Stand by Sarah.
“Hey it’s not your fault they’re dicks.” John B said arms crossed watching as JJ finally stopped pacing.
“Let’s just go home.” JJ mumbled heading into the van to head back.
When you guys arrived back Sarah gave you a little wink as John B and her made their way to his room. While you and JJ sat on the couch.
“Why do you hang out with them (y/n) ? Like I get you need to have friends and everything when you’re in kookville but why Rafe and them.” JJ turned to you, his arm resting against the back of the couch.
“I mean It just kinda happened when I was a kid. Rafe’s always been rough around the edges and Topper and Kelce we’re just defending him I guess. They aren’t always like that. I just hate it when you all fight.” You turned to JJ staring into his eyes.
“I just worry sometimes you know I don’t want you to get hurt or anything especially by Rafe I mean dudes a fucking wild card.”
“ You know I’ve known them all for years, I mean Rafe is unpredictable but he has his good moments. You don’t need to worry about me” You reassured him by leaning your head into his arm and he gladly accepted your affection.
Truth was you couldn’t help but to feel a little uneasy about next week like something was brewing in the air. Everything just felt off and you couldn’t put your finger on what it all was, hopefully this would all go away once the charity ball was over.
A/N: Well here u have it chapter 3 is officially done. Next week we’re going to the charity ball folks and buckle up bc its gonna be a good one
A/n: Chapter 2 is here !!!! I just wanna start off with saying thank you guys for reading of course I kinda wanna start dabbling in maybe headcanons or doing stuff from a prompt list eventually once I see how this all goes. So let me know if anyone’s interested in that. Also this chapter is heavy Wheezie centric I feel like she needs more love in the Fandom. She’s the only one in the show that let’s us see that Rafe still has a heart and that’s just so fascinating to me. So I figured I’d give her some love this chapter
Disclaimer: I forgot to mention this in the blurb and chapter 1 but everyone is aged up in this and obviously there is no gold or killing or anything (yet maybe idk)
Warning ⚠️: foul language that’s about it
Word count: 3,100
You couldn’t help but to avoid Rafe like the Goddamn plague after that day at the golf course. To say he got under your skin that day would be an understatement.
All your years in knowing Rafe Cameron you tried your best to understand where Rafe was coming from because the moment he laid eyes on you as kids he made it his mission to terrorize you day in and day out.You would think with him being three years older he’d be more mature but that was never the case.
You’d take the wrath of little Rafe any day compared to what he does now. When you were kids he would pinch your cheeks with his hands and just hold your head calling you an annoying, a little baby or other innocent insults before running off to avoid getting in trouble. It was so much simpler than wishing you could just go back to that version of Rafe. But yet somehow no matter what he did you always seemed to have a secret soft spot for him.
Maybe it was because you saw how hard Ward was on him. Every time you’d come over Rafe was always being scolded, Ward expected the best from him and everytime Rafe didn’t deliver the harder he’d be on him. A part of you wondered if this was why Rafe had a hard time letting people into his life with all the high expectations that people put on him.
Maybe this was all part of being the kook prince, maybe the title was actually a curse in disguise. When you have a title like that attached to your name people start treating you as if you’re not a person, you just become whatever people want you to be. Both you and Sarah understood that all too well.
When you’re back home on the cut, everyone tries to cozy up to you in hope of getting invited to kook parties or to see if you have any dirt on outer banks richest families. Some even go as far and call you a traitor feeling as if you abandoned your roots. And when you’re in figure 8 you feel the need to prove that not all pogues are just sleazy poor people and that you’re not just there to steal from them. That’s why you always tried your hardest to prove everyone wrong and show them that just because you’re a pogue doesn’t mean you have no class which I guess in return earned you your princess of the cut title after all these years.
But moments like these really made you question why you even tried in the first place. And as you walked up the steps of Tannyhill after a week of avoiding it simply because of Rafe you couldn’t help but to wonder what your next course of action would be if you saw him. Sarah has been asking you for days to come over and hang out with her but you just kept pushing her off knowing that running into Rafe in his own home was inevitable.
But here you are standing at the beautiful, mostly likely hand sculpted doors of Tannyhill. Before you could even get ready to knock the doors swung open revealing none other than Wheezie Cameron herself.
“I’m so glad you’re here (y/n) I’m in the middle of a deep crisis and I could use all the help I can get.”
“Um but I was supposed to…”
Wheezie didn’t even give you time to finish your sentence as she yanked you inside, taking your hand and dragging you towards her room.
“We have no time to waste.” She slammed the door behind her pressing her body against it as if she was trapping you inside.
“I need advice and I need it now and you’re the only person I can go to. This is top secret stuff here (y/n). I’m bypassing the whole Cameron family and I’m coming straight to you.”
“Well what is it that you need….”
“Shhhhh ” Once again Wheezie cut you off this time by pressing her finger against your lips.
“I can’t let anyone know you’re here Sarah’s in the shower getting ready for you. We only have limited time to talk before she wonders where you are.” You nodded your head afraid to cause another over dramatic outburst from the youngest Cameron.
“I screwed up big time (y/n) . I think I crossed the line with my crush. You know the one from my school and they totally hate me now. I said something I know I shouldn’t have, I kinda called them out on something I know they’re insecure about but in my defense I only did it because I was hella fucking jealous that they weren’t paying attention to me. But love makes you do crazy things you know.”
You nodded taking in what Wheezie was saying as she frantically waved her arms around. “Well maybe you should…” once again you were cut off feeling Wheezie pressing her finger against your lips once more.
“I’m almost done, I’m getting to the big finish.” Dramatically she put her arm over her forehead leaning back and closing her eyes.
“I’m just scared that I’ll never get the chance to apologize. I really messed up. I guess I’m just worried they don’t like me back and I’ve wasted all this time crushing on them for nothing.” You waited wanting to make sure that she got out everything she needed too before finally speaking.
After all these years you really bonded with the youngest Cameron. You guys are just as close as Sarah and you. She truly felt like an outsider in her own home. She wasn’t as popular as Sarah and Rafe at school and she always felt buried beneath all their drama. And even though she was younger than you, you always felt like you two shared a special bond.
“ Well as long as you’ve given them space and everything you should take the time to reach out to them and apologize. If you’re not ready to let them know how you feel then just continue trying to be a friend, if they care about you too then they’ll forgive you just make sure to allow them to forgive you on their time not yours.” Wheezie nodded, taking in the information you told her.
“Also jealousy and love make you do crazy things so just be careful those are two very powerful emotions that consume you if you don’t handle it properly.”
At that Wheezie hugged you smiling widely. “You’re the best (y/n) I knew I could count on you for top tier advice. If Sarah asks just say you’ve been waiting in the foyer for her and that she needs to take quicker showers, her and Rafe are the only people I know that can use up all the hot water in Tannyhill.” You laughed before making your exit.
Walking back to the foyer you could see Sarah texting on her phone. “Um, where have you been? I’ve been waiting for like ever.”
“Funny I got here almost 20 minutes ago looking for you. I’m guessing your "quick” shower took longer than expected like always.“ You roll your eyes as she begins to laugh.
"Ok my bad I’ll make it up to let’s head outside.”
As Sarah and you make your way to the back Wheezie pops her head out from behind one of the closet doors making sure the two of you are gone before making her way towards her brother’s room.
Knocking on his door she slowly peeks her head in to find her brother laying down playing on his phone.
“What’s the point of knocking if your just gonna fucking barge in anyway.” Rafe said not bothering to look up at his younger sister.
“I come bearing information about (y/n) that I thought you might like to hear. But if I’m not wanted then I could always go.” She says coyly sitting at the end of his bed as her brother’s head pops up at the mention of your name.
“Why would I care about that ?” Rafe says, sinking back down Wheezie knows he’s just trying to play it cool not wanting to seem too over eager at the idea of you.
While Rafe has never come out and said it directly to her Wheezie has always known about the secret crush he’s harbored for you. She always held a deep admiration for her older brother so naturally she’d follow him around when she was younger. And over time she started to realize that while she was following him he was always following you, watching as you and Sarah would play in the background, taking every chance he could to tease you.
At first she just thought he was being a normal annoying boy treating you like he would his sisters. But as you all grew older Wheezie understood that he had a diffrent type of love for you.
Naturally she found out about what happened at the golf course, granted it took major prying on her end for Rafe to explain why he’s been in such a mood this past week. So she figured she’d take matters into her own hands knowing that communication was never her brother’s strong suit.
“So I was talking to (y/n) about "MY” little problem and she gave me some pretty solid advice.“
"Wait, what’s your problem? Do you need me to take care of anything?” Rafe said, sitting up clearly not getting his sister’s hints.
“No stupid I basically refrased the issue your having with her but making like its my issue.”
“Oh ok why didn’t you just say that.” Wheezie couldn’t help but roll her eyes at how stupid her brother could be sometimes.
“Anyway I think you should apologize to her but like in your own way so she doesn’t get sus about your crush and everything. And she also says that if someone cares about you they’ll forgive you just don’t get all pushy like you usually do. I know you have no patience.”
Rafe nodded, taking in his sister’s words. “I think it’s about time you just tell her how you feel Rafe. It has been agonizing to watch all these years. Plus I would love it if (y/n) was my sister in law.”
At that Rafe flicked Wheezie on her head “Jesus Wheeze let me work on my own goddamn time, you’re jumping too far ahead I gotta focus on today.”
“So you’re admitting you’ve thought of marriage.” Wheezie smiled, jumping off his bed and running to the door before he could flick her again.
“Sarah and (y/n) are outside. I can get Sarah away from her so you can apologize.”
Following his sister out they made their way to the backyard to see you and Sarah sitting beneath a tree facing one another and laughing.
“What are you two doing? ” Wheezie calls out running up to you guys as Rafe stands behind leaning against the back door.
“We’re playing our secret game.” Sarah says giggling
“God not this again when are you two gonna give this up.” Wheezie whines and you two burst into laughter.
For years Sarah and you have been playing this “secret game” that only the two of you know about much to everyone’s annoyance. It was something you two did to ensure you’d always be friends and never fight and after all these years it seemed to be working. While Sarah has a tendency to drift away from people she never seemed to drift from you.
“Gosh you two are so annoying together, anyway Rose texted me to ask if you can send her a picture of that contract she just signed for that new house she sold.”
“Why can’t you do it? I’m busy.”
“I don’t know where it is. Can you show me?”
“Ugh I’ll be back (y/n).”
Rafe watches as Sarah gets up following Wheezie inside before stepping his way over to you. “Hey” He said, towering over you instead of sitting.
“Hi Rafe.” He couldn’t help but see the way you looked up at him before looking back down, noticing the way you didn’t want to make eye contact. Rafe finally sat down, sitting opposite of you like Sarah was just moments before.
You watched as he suddenly lifted his large hands to your face. “Um Rafe, what are you….” Before you could finish your sentence Rafe began to pinch your cheeks and shake your head.
“I’m trying to get you to stop being such a fucking baby and look at me when I talk to you.” He said as he watched you squint your eyes and scrunch up your nose secretly relishing the feeling of your face in his hands.
Once satisfied he released your face and watched as you busted out laughing, he couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his face as you laughed. As much as he ragged on his friends for being love sick bitches all the time he was probably secretly the worst out of all of them because everything you did riled him up to no end.
“You Camerons can never let me finish a sentence.” You chuckled.
Excited that he finally got you to speak to him he found a way to keep the conversation going as best as he could. “Hmm, So uh you’re going to Toppers next week for the yearly Thornton charity ball ?”
“Yha it’s not like I have a choice really.”
“Well you gotta love being Cynthia Thornton’s favorite trophy piece to show off.” Once again you giggle at his words noticing Sarah approaching from behind.
“Is he bothering you (y/n)? I could always have dad lock him back up in the kennel with the other dogs.” Sarah said arms crossed waiting for Rafe to move from her spot.
“I’m fucking going” standing up he took one more glance at you before walking away noticing the small smile you gave him. He was trying his hardest to bite his tongue, not wanting to ruin the moment between the two of you just to get into a petty dispute with Sarah.
“You know actually I think it might be time for me to head home. I have an early shift tomorrow and you know it will take a while for me to get back.” You said standing up and brushing off the dirt from your shorts.
“Aw come on (y/n) why do you always have to be so responsible?” Sarah whined before taking you in her arms. “Come over tomorrow we can keep playing our game.”
“I can give you a ride home (y/n) I was gonna head over that way anyway.”
Rafe could see the look of shock on both Sarah and yours face and a part of him already felt regretful for even offering. But he couldn’t sit on his feelings for you any longer. If he didn’t start acting on them then he might actually explode, and a ride home was a good step in the right direction.
“Um sure I’d really appreciate that it saves me the cab fare.” Rafe could tell you were agreeing just to avoid the awkward rejection and it hurt a hell of a lot to realize that.
“I’ll see how I feel after my shift Sarah and let you know.” You hugged her one more time before taking your leave falling a few steps behind Rafe’s tall frame.
The two of you got into his truck sitting in an awkward silence as he started the engine. Neither one of you spoke for sometime both just keeping your eyes straight ahead.
“Are you going to go see Barry?” You asked knowing that Rafe wouldn’t be caught dead in the cut unless it was to see Barry.
“Uh yha I owe him money and I gotta pay him back today.”
“Hmm” your attempt at making conversation fell dead, coming off as more judgmental than you intended it to be.
“So I assume you’re going to the charity event next week too. Maybe we could hang out for a bit. I always hated going and I know Sarah kinda isn’t invited because of… well you know.” You looked over at him to see if you got any reaction.
A part of you was mentally screaming for even asking him. Rafe seemed like he was extending an olive branch today so of course you’d try to grab hold of it and finally end his years long reign of terror against you. Plus it would be nice to finally go with someone to the Thornton charity ball and not awkwardly hang onto Topper for the whole event.
“Sure I hate those fucking things anyway I only go for Topper and since my dad is makeing me this year.”
You nodded watching as Rafe turned down your block slowing down when he reached your house. “Well thanks for the ride Rafe, I’ll probably see you tomorrow.” Rafe nodded as You flashed him another smile, you got out of the car waving goodbye when you reached the door.
Rafe stayed to make sure you got in safe and to get the excuse to watch you a little longer before pulling off making his way over to Barry’s house.
Maybe Wheezie was right that now was the time for him to make his move. You’re sweet and caring and no matter how hard he’s tried to push you away you always end up forgiving him. Being around you is the best high he’s ever had but he couldn’t stop the nagging voice inside his head from telling him he’ll just ruin everything or more importantly ruin you.
A/n: Well that’s the end of chapter 2 I had alot of fun writing this one. I’m gonna try to come up with a consistent posting schedule and shot for Thursday nights to post. Anyway I hope guys enjoy I have some fun stuff planned
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions Drugs/Drug Use and Sex
Summary: Y/N Peterkin is so tired of her mother’s neglect. When she has the opportunity to get in good graces with Rafe Cameron, she takes it. The only thing she asks is that he helps tarnish her good-girl image.
A/N: Hello! Earlier today, I put out a little announcement regarding everything going on with this series. I recommend that you go and check that out here. Also, I know that this is a peterkin!reader series but, I’m not going to specify that you are her biological daughter (meaning, you can pretend that you’re adopted if you’d prefer).
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You resented your mom.
There was no need to put it lightly or sugar-coat it. Your deep hatred for Susan Peterkin cut deep.
Everyone in your inner circle worshiped your mother like a God, just because she was the sheriff. And you had the displeasure of being her daughter, meaning you also received royalty status (which you had no interest in having).
Even the Pogues, those that often displayed their distaste for the police treasured your mother because she was always there to help, sticking her neck out for anyone that needed it.
You felt like you had eyes on you from all angles while hanging around The Cut.
And your mother never let you forget.
“Hey, Y/N quit daydreaming. You’ve got work to do.” Your mother snapped two fingers in your face, pulling you out of your daze.
You were sitting on the island, infinite amounts of papers and notebooks sprawled out around you.
Your mom was in the kitchen, speedily pouring coffee in her thermos, “Listen, you’ve got to figure out a way to finish this paperwork before the deadline.”
“Mom, I literally just graduated high school yesterday.My internship doesn’t start for another 6 weeks. I’ve got loads of time.”
“I’m giving you till Friday to finish this. I’ve got a lot of people relying on you for this internship and, we don’t need your lack of punctuality ruining things.”
Your lips were now in a tight line, trying to hold back from saying anything that would result in a screaming match.
Your mom sent you one last disapproving look before turning around, continuing to pack her lunch.
“Y/N, I’ve got pressure on me at work and I don’t any extra stress, especiallycoming from you. Do you understand?”
“What’s going on?” You asked, slightly concerned but mostly being nosy.
Inhaling deeply, she began, “The Cameron boy, he was busted by some deputies selling cocaine at a frat party about 2 days ago,”
“His father wants me to drop the whole thing, considering he helped me with some…” she hesitated, “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’ve got the drugs locked in my safe here just in case anyone tries to take anything from the station.”
Your eyes stretched, “Not only were drugs in the house but, they belonged to none other than Rafe Cameron? Never thought I’d see the day.”
“A Cameron with drugs? I thought it’d be Wheezie honestly.“ You commented under your breath.
"What? Do you know these kids?” Peterkin halted, peering over her shoulder at you.
“I hang out with Sarah all the time. I mean– where do you think I stay those nights when you’re off at work or tending to Pogues instead of your own daughter.” You replied snarkily.
“Watch your tone.”
“I just insulted you as a mother, and you’re angry about my tone? Great,” You paused, growing more offended by the second “Do you even give a shit about what I do?”
“Y/N…” she halted, “For today, can you at least try to hide your disgust towards me?” She sent you a condescending smirk.
You resisted the urge to gag out of discomfort and annoyance.
Grabbing the keys to her car from the counter, she stopped, “Oh— I forgot to tell you. I used the last of the sandwich meat so, you’ll have to find something else to eat.”
Shrugging in her direction, you turned around and headed up to your room. Seconds later, you heard the distinct creaking of your front door closing.
You sat on your bed for hours, silently sulking.
You tried extremely hard to calm down, anything to ease the tightness in your throat that indicated that you were angry.
The fact that your mother had managed to piss you off and steal the only food in the house in one interaction baffled you.
After a while, you grew even more irritable. It was split evenly down the middle but, the common denominator was Susan Peterkin.
Suddenly, a mischievous voice appeared in your head, “Get back at her.”
At first, your immediate response was no. Being spiteful against your mother was going to do nothing but cause more problems for you, considering she didn’t give a shit about what you did.
Getting up from your bed, you went in the direction of the stairs. Just as your foot came into contact with the first step, you noticed that the door to your mothers’ office was creaked open.
Your mind went to a sinister place, “Take the drugs from her safe.”
“Oh my gosh, stop it.” You replied audibly, so shocked by your own thoughts.
But then, you started to weigh out all of the pros in your head. You felt as though you had an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other.
One was telling you to take it. Use it, sell it, give it back to Rafe… anything. The other was advising you to leave everything, it wasn’t your job to play hero and get involved with Peterkins’ inconveniences.
But, on the flip side, you might be doing both of you a favor. You knew deep down if she ever found out you did this, she wouldn’t rat you out. Then, everyone in all of OBX would find out.
In the process, you’d be taking care of a big issue at work for her and maybe you’d even get time to spend with Sarah more often.
“Agh, screw it,” Walking into her office, you went to the corner where the safe resided.
It took you a few attempts to guess the password to Peterkins’ safe. Every time it would beep, you’d jump out of fear, afraid that the entire plan would erupt in your face.
It wasn’t until you tried the last 4 digits of her badge number that the safe clicked, and opened.
There wasn’t much content on the inside.
A very old pack of cigarettes, an old notebook, a watch and, the drugs that belonged to Rafe.
Once you saw the contraband, it was no longer a mystery as to why it was easily confiscated.
It was literally white powder in a Ziploc bag.
You always knew Rafe wasn’t at the top of his class but, at least he’d know better than to put a highly illegal drug in something as non-discrete as a Ziploc bag.
Taking another moment to critique Rafe’s delivery, you grabbed the bag as carefully as possible and exited the house.
IF IT WASN’T FOR THE AWFUL TRAFFIC on the highway that joined Figure 8 and the Cut, you would’ve made it to the Cameron residence much earlier.
You didn’t arrive there until around 6:45 PM. It was still blazing hot outside, and you could see the crimson hue from the beginning of sunset on the lake.
There weren’t many vehicles in the driveway. The only 2 being a motorcycle and Sarah’s yellow Volkswagon Beetle.
You parked your car and got out, making sure your keys were in your pocket before you closed the door.
Right after the car locked, you heard the sound of the garage door opening.
Emerging was the very person you wanted to see, Rafe Cameron.
“Ahh shit,” He sighed, rolling his eyes, “You need to leave now. Alright, I don’t care if you’re here to see Sarah.”
“Rafe, I’m here–”
He cut you off, “Y/N, your mom screwed me over. And I know you’re just gonna run and snitch like the fucking good-two-shoes that you are.”
Pulling the poorly packaged cocaine out of your pocket, you underhand tossed it to him.
“What I was trying to say was that I’m not here on my mother’s behalf,” You replied.
“Shit, Y/N. Is this–?” He halted.
“Yeah, it should all be there.” Crossing your arms, you stepped into the garage with him.
He sent an appreciative nod, and turned around, “Sarah’s inside.”
“I need to ask you a favor,”
Rafe spun, exploring your face, “What is up with Peterkins and asking for shit?”
“Okay, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lump me in with my mother, considering I just gave you back the coke she confiscated,” you reacted, crossing your arms.
He took a seat on a small stool, placing him many feet below you. As he stared up into your eyes, he began, “Speak.”
You smiled, fortunate that he’d even oblige you, “I want you to corrupt me.”
Almost as a reflex, Rafe snickered in a way that showed he was in complete control of the situation, “Y/N, you’re hot.”
“You’re definitely my type but, you’re also the sheriff’s daughter so, if you came here to ask me to fuck you, I’m sadly going to pass.”
“Oh my gosh,” you paused, covering your face in embarrassment, “Rafe, I don’t want to have sex with you. I just need you to get me in some trouble so my mom will acknowledge me.”
A look passed over him and you knew that your comment hurt his ego but, he never faltered for a second.
“Hm,” He returned, “I’ve got something in mind.”
“Yeah, yeah. Anything,”
“For starters-” Before he could finish, Sarah came surging through the door with excitement, “Y/N! I recognized your car through the window.”
She ran and gave you a hug. “Hey.” You smiled, thrilled to be in her embrace.
She peeked over her shoulder and saw her brother. “Don’t you have anything better to do than harass my friend?”
Standing up from his spot, he towered over the two of you. “Contrary to popular belief, I can be very entertaining.”
He glanced towards you, giving a devilish smirk before exiting the garage.
Getting on his bike, he put the red helmet over his head and started revving the engine.
While Sarah wasn’t looking, he flipped up the lense of his hat and mouthed, “Call me” before driving away.
“Sometimes I can’t believe I’m related to someone so horrendous.” Sarah rolled her eyes before grabbing your wrist, pulling you inside her house.
AFTER LEAVING SARAH’S HOUSE you were bouncing from wall to wall, thinking of all the things Rafe would want.
Trying to sleep that night was absolutely terrible.
Your mother sent you a text saying that she’d be staying at the station all night trying to finish some paperwork so, you had at least another 12 hours before she realized the drugs had been taken from her safe.
The one thing that plagued your mind was Rafe Cameron.
You were eager to know what he needed you to do.
Although you did willingly come to him and practically beg for his help, you still couldn’t ignore the deep pit in your stomach, telling you that this was bound to end poorly.
Getting fed up with your pessimistic thoughts, you reached for your phone on the nightstand and called Rafe.
You were seconds away from hanging up the phone when he answered. You almost gasped out of shock because you only somewhat expected him to pick up.
When he did, you were bombarded with the sound of rap music and screaming teenagers, “Hello!” He shouted over the music.
“R-Rafe?” You got up from your seated position on the bed, anticipating every second of this call.
“Y/N… listen, I can’t hear you but, I’m at Topper’s house!” He yelled, “I’ll text you the address.”
He hung up before you could say anything else.
You ran your fingers through your hair, contemplating if you should go or not.
You weren’t scared, it’s not like your mom cared enough to get mad if she knew you went to a party.
In all honesty, Rafe made you nervous. He always did, even before you found out he was linked to drugs.
When your phone buzzed with Topper’s address, you knew the damage was done. You were already so intrigued by Rafe Camerson that you couldn’t say no.
Looking at your phone, you read the message,
724 Readfield Ln. I’ll be on the porch waiting for you.
Warnings: Swearing, Talks of sex, Mentions of drugs, swearing
A/N: Sooooo… it’s taking me a very long time to finish this request but, I wanted to give a little sneak peek! I’m not finish writing but, I hope this keeps everyone satisfied until I’ve finished. @a-bolanos I hope you enjoy this sneak peak lol <3
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“Shit, Y/N. Is this–?” He halted.
“Yeah, it should all be there.” Crossing your arms, you stepped into the garage with him.
He sent an appreciative nod, and turned around, “Sarah’s inside.”
“I need to ask you a favor,”
Rafe spun, exploring your face, “What is up with Peterkins and asking for shit?”
“Okay, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lump me in with my mother, considering I just gave you back the coke she confiscated,” you reacted, crossing your arms.
He took a seat on a small stool, placing him many feet below you. As he stared up into your eyes, he began, “Speak.”
You smiled, fortunate that he’d even oblige you, “I want you to corrupt me.”
Almost as a reflex, Rafe snickered in a way that showed he was in complete control of the situation, “Y/N, you’re hot.”
“You’redefinitelymy type but, you’re also the sheriff’s daughter so, if you came here to ask me to fuck you, I’m sadly going to pass.”
“Oh my gosh,” you paused, covering your face in embarrassment, “Rafe, I don’t want to have sex with you. I just need you to get me in some trouble so my mom will acknowledge me.”
A look passed over him and you knew that your comment hurt his ego but, he never faltered for a second.
“Hm,” He returned, “I’ve got something in mind.”
“Yeah, yeah. Anything,”
“For starters-” Before he could finish, Sarah came surging through the door with excitement, “Y/N! I recognized your car through the window.”
She ran and gave you a hug. “Hey.” You smiled, thrilled to be in her embrace.
She peeked over her shoulder and saw her brother. “Don’t you have anything better to do than harass my friend?”
Standing up from his spot, he towered over the two of you. “Contrary to popular belief, I can be veryentertaining.”
He glanced towards you, giving a devilish smirk before exiting the garage.
Getting on his bike, he put the red helmet over his head and started revving the engine.
While Sarah wasn’t looking, he flipped up the lense of his hat and mouthed, “Call me” before driving away.
