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“My God Y/N, do you ever just shut the fuck up?” Rafe groaned, whipping his head around to you, “Even if you think you’re Kook Princess, no one gives a shit what you wear tonight- we’re literally going to the boneyard,”
You took a breath, at your breaking point for Rafe’s snarky comments and ready to really give him a piece of your mind.
Sarah snapped at her brother before you had the chance, “Maybe if you had some friends you wouldn’t spend all day at home eavesdropping on our conversations that don’t concern you.”
“It’s not exactly eavesdropping when your voice is louder than the fucking TV,” Rafe complained, turning up the volume on the speakers even louder and kicking his feet up on the couch.
Sarah glared at him, but decided it wasn’t worth it to drag it out with her brother, “Let’s just go upstairs,” she mumbled, leading the way.
Hours later (and after some serious discussions about outfit choices) you and Sarah headed back downstairs excited about the evening ahead of you. Sarah opened her phone, sending John B a text that the two of you were about to leave the house.
“Rafe! Are you ready to go?” You yelled his name again when you got no response… then one more time for the sole purpose of pissing him off.
“Y/N,” he cursed, rounding the corner and appearing unnecessarily close to you, “I heard you the first time, no need to scream 20 times,” he snapped, glaring at you.
Your breath caught in your throat as his warm breath fanned across your face as he spoke from merely inches from you. He paused, undoubtedly noticing the tension as well. Suddenly he stepped away, snatching his truck keys off the counter and storming outside, “Now let’s go before I change my mind and leave you two here,”
What the hell was that? Your mind was reeling, but there wasn’t time for that. You grabbed Sarah’s arm, who was still messaging John B, and quickly followed him outside, knowing damn well he would actually leave the two of you. You and Sarah climbed into the back seat and Rafe turned over the engine, music blasting.
“Is John B there yet?”
Sarah nodded, “They just got there,”
“Is JJ-”
“He told me to tell you JJ was gonna be there, yes,” Sarah stifled a laugh at your eagerness to know if the blonde boy would be coming to the party tonight.
Suddenly Rafe turned the music down, “Are you guys talking about those low lifes again?” He snarled, glaring at the two of you from the rearview mirror, “Those pogues are good for nothing- how do you two not get that?” He exasperated, putting two fingers to his temple as he spoke.
“Oh come on Rafe,” you scoffed, “We’re no better than them, they-”
“No better than them?” Rafe repeated your statement with wide eyes, shaking his head, “They are pogues.” He deadpanned, “I better not see either of you around Maybank or Routledge tonight, you’re too good for them,” He added that last part under his breath, but you still managed to make out his words.
“Or what, Rafe?” Sarah raised a brow as her brother pulled into the dirt lot behind the Boneyard.
You and Sarah jumped out, still rolling your eyes at Rafe’s ridiculous and controlling threats. Rafe was out of the truck seconds behind you, forcefully stepping in front of the two of you before you could walk away.
“I swear, if I see you around those pogues,” He stood menacingly above you and Sarah, glaring between you as he spoke, “There’s gonna be trouble.” He turned on his heel and stalked toward the crowds of people already intoxicated and enjoying the party.
You and Sarah simeotaneously flashed your middle fingers to his back, “Asshole,”
“For real,” you agreed, “I know he’s your brother and all but man, he can sure be a douche,”
“Sarah!”
Both of you turned heads at the sound of her name being called, quickly spotting John B. Her face lit up and you both walked over to him, joining the rest of the pogues.
You flashed a wave at John B, grinning when you found Kiara in the crowd, “Kie!” you exclaimed, pulling her into a hug.
“Y/N,” she hugged you tightly, “You look like you’re in need of a drink,”
“Always.”
She laughed, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the keg. You grabbed a blue solo cup from the stack on the table and let Kie fill your cup, scanning the crowd around you for a certain blonde boy.
Kie playfully glared at you, “Already looking for him? What, am I not good enough?”
You quickly put your drink to your lips, hiding the blush that was forming on your cheeks, “What? No. I-”
She waved it off, “Yeah, yeah… well he’s already asked me like four times if you were coming tonight, so I’m sure he’ll appear up soon, then you two can make love,”
“Kiara!” You grimace and she laughed at the reaction she got from you.
“I’m kidding! I’m kidding! Well, unless…”
You half-heartedly smacked her on the arm for that, “Kie I swear if you don’t-”
“Speak of the devil,” Kie grinned, nodding toward the boy who was making his way toward you.
“Y/N!” Before you could prepare yourself JJ had embraced you in a huge hug, lifting you a few inches off the ground.
“Well, hello to you too,” you laughed, smiling up at him as he let you go.
He looked at the cup in your hand, “One beer? Is that all you’ve had?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, jokingly giving you a hard time, “You’ve got some catching up to do. Lucky for you, I do happen to be a connoisseur in the world of illegal substances,” He waved his hand dramatically as he spoke and you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, “Could I interest you in a shot?”
You rolled your eyes playfully, “I would be honored,”
JJ grabbed your cup, snatching the bottle sitting on the table and taking his best guess measuring a shot as he poured. He handed it back to you, taking a cup for himself and doing the same.
You grimaced, looking down at your drink and catching a whiff of the smell that burned your nose, “Ugh, that’s nasty,”
JJ merely grinned, tapping the plastic rim to yours, “Cheers!”
You winced, forcing the burning liquid down your throat as JJ downed it with ease.
“You gonna be alright Y/N?” he joked.
You narrowed your eyes, “Pour me another,” holding your cup out to him once again. He didn’t think twice, giving you what you wanted and pouring himself another shot in the process, “Cheers,” you grinned, tapping your cup to his once more, this time your drink going down much more easily.
“Wanna dance?” JJ tossed his cup into the bag labeled trash and you followed suit, nodding at his invitation. He grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the crowd and twirling you around.
Dancing with JJ was a blur, your intoxication adding fuel to the strong chemistry between the two of you. JJ was everything you wanted in a guy- sweet, charming, funny, and he could take a joke. Of course, it also helped that Sarah just happened to be hitting it off with his best friend. How could you not think about the possibility? But your time with JJ secured the way you felt even more, he was perfect.
Suddenly, his hand was on your neck, fingers playing in your hair. You could feel your face growing warm- was it the alcohol or the butterflies you got from his touch? JJ’s eyes softened, asking you silently if he could kiss you. You leaned forward in response, pulling him into you. JJ’s other hand was quickly on the small of your back, deepening the kiss between you.
You felt his breath against your cheek as he pulled away, a grin splayed across his face, “I’ve been wanting to do that since, like, forever.”
You smiled, shaking your head softly, “Well it took you long enough,”
He leaned forward, his tongue making its way into your mouth as he kissed you again. This was everything you imagined it to be- JJ Maybank was everything you wanted. Your hands made your way to the nape of his neck, gently grabbing at his blonde hair. The longer you kissed, the more confident JJ got. His lips slowly trailed down your jawline, making his way down your neck as you tossed your head back, enjoying every second.
You weren’t sure how long you and JJ had made out, but you did know how much you enjoyed it. He had mentioned something about getting his blunt from Pope, suggesting that the two of you went and chill by the water for a bit. You were more than happy to spend more time with him, offering to get more drinks.
You reached down, filling your cup once again, still on cloud nine from your time with JJ. Already thinking about what could happen next between the two of you.
With your cup full, you stood up straight, turning but immediately running into someone behind you, “Shit!” You hissed as your beer was crushed up against your chest, soaking your shirt, “Dude, what the hell…” You trailed off, your anger growing when you recognized that it was Rafe who had been in your way.
“Are you kidding me, Y/N?!” He fumed, looking down at his white polo that was now drenched in beer, “Watch where you’re fucking going!”
“Well maybe don’t stand an inch behind me- this is your fault,” you snapped, throwing the plastic cup against his chest in your anger.
“Real mature, Y/N,” he narrowed his eyes at you, “You’re lucky I have an extra shirt in my truck,”
“What about me?”
He raised his eyebrows, “What about you?” he shrugged, “Maybe if you plan on spilling shit all over yourself, you should bring a change of clothes,”
“Screw you Rafe,” you rolled your eyes, over his attitude, “Come on, you’ve gotta have a sweatshirt or something in your truck that I can wear,”
“Not when you’re being such a bitch,”
You groaned, crossing your arms over your body to shield yourself from the wind that was making you freeze, “Rafe, please- I’m soaked!”
“Please… what?” he taunted, reveling in the fact that he was making you work for it.
You wanted to punch him so badly, “Rafe. Can I please borrow a sweatshirt- please.” If looks could kill, Rafe would be dead by the glare you were sending him.
He gave you a tight lipped smile, “Sure- but not sure if my sweatshirt is going to live up to the standards of Kook Princessfashion,”
You didn’t engage with his dig, biting your tongue as you followed him to his truck. He grabbed the collar of his shirt, easily pulling it over his head as he opened the passenger door of his truck and tossed it inside. He ducked inside, tossing you a black sweatshirt with such force it nearly hit you in the face. He turned back towards you, raising a brow as he pulled a new shirt over his head, “You’re staring,”
You looked to the side, rolling your eyes. Yes, yes you were staring. It was hard not to when he was standing shirtless in front of you and looking as jacked as ever. You hesitated, glancing down at the tank top that was sticking to your body and reeked of beer, questioning if getting undressed in front of the eldest Cameron was something you really wanted to do.
Screw it.
You pulled off your top and tossed it into the truck, keeping eye contact with Rafe as you stood there for a second, just in your bra, “You’re staring.” You mocked.
“Yeah, I am,” he said without missing a beat, “You got great tits,”
“Wow, you sure do know how to make a woman feel special,” you said dryly, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
An awkward silence fell between you. Rafe opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, quickly closing it before he got the words out.
“What?”
He hesitated. “What the hell were you doing tonight?” He finally blurted out.
You frowned, “I think I’m gonna need you to be a little more clear than that,”
“Maybank,” he nearly spat as he said the name, “What the hell were you doing with Maybank?”
“Oh my god Rafe,” you groaned and tossed your head back in frustration, “Would it kill you to just let it go?”
“Would it kill you to stop embarrassing yourself by surrounding yourselves with pogues?” he shot back, “We’re better than them. Always have been and always will be,”
“Rafe, you’re insufferable, you know that?!” You finally snapped, “You bitch, and complain, and shit on everyone and everything around you- and you know what? People are sick of it. You think you’re so special because of your daddy’s money?” You tilted your head, glare hardening as you let yourself unleash what you had been holding in for weeks. “What are you without Ward, Rafe? Nothing- you’re nothing, and you know that just as much as everyone else on this damn island does,”
His jaw hardened and he shook his head slightly, nostrils flared as he scowled at you. “You talk so fucking much Y/N,” he growled, taking a step closer to you, “What the hell does it take to get you to shut up?”
Instinctively you backed away, heart dropping when your back pressed up against the truck. Rafe was inches from your face, agan you could feel his hot breath fanning across your face. The tension between you so thick it felt hard to breathe.
“What the hell does it take to get you to not be such an asshole?” you countered, doing your best to hold your ground, but feeling yourself falter as he got impossibly closer.
“I hate you,” his breath was hot against your skin, and his words seemed contradictory as he leaned in closer, lips nearly touching yours.
“I hate you more.”
Before you could register what was happening, his fingers were in your hair and lips were pressing up to yours. As if on instinct, your hands found their way to his neck, deepening the kiss.
You closed your eyes, hating how good this felt.
Rafe pulled you closer, his kisses nearly desperate and setting your skin on fire. He placed kisses down your neck, you’re heart racing at his touch. Your thoughts of JJ were gone as you let yourself enjoy Rafe’s touch, seemingly forgetting of the pogue who had just been in Rafe’s position.
“Shit,” you frantically shoved Rafe off of you when you heard your phone ringing, snapping back into reality. You pulled it from you pocket, looking down to see it was Sarah calling you, “It’s Sarah. Oh god. We shouldn’t have…” You ran your hands through your hair, trying to compose your thoughts, “That was-”
“Good?” He flashed a cocky grin.
“Not what I was going to say,” you rolled your eyes, suddenly very aware that you still didn’t have a shirt on. You ignored your flushed face, pulling his sweatshirt over your head. Of course it had to be his sweatshirt. “But yes. It was good,” you finally admitted, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes, “But this can never happen again- god, if Sarah found out,”
“She doesn’t have to,” he said with a shrug.
You swallowed, letting his offer hang in silence, hating that you were racing with excitement at the thought of this happening again.
Rafe ran his tongue across the inside of his bottom lip, knowing you were contemplating his words. He broke the silence before you could, “Better get back to your pogue boyfriend before he comes looking you,”
“He’s not-” you stopped mid sentence, horrified that you were about to clarify that JJ was not in fact your boyfriend.
“Make sure you think of me next time you start macking on him,” He gave you a wink and started walking back toward the Boneyard.
“Rafe?” He glanced back to look at you as you spoke, “I still hate you.”
He smirked, shaking his head slightly, “And I still wish you’d shut the hell up.”
Summary:Y/N and Rafe had never liked each other and Y/N is less than thrilled when Rafe gets into a fight at a party and she’s the one who has to help fix him up.
a/n: enjoy this enemy to lover type beat :) it’s a little spicier than i normally write, hope you all like it !
please DON’T steal my work it’s literally not cool- also i would LOVE if you left some feedback ! thank u and hope u guys enjoy :))
“Sarah!” Topper rounded the corner, a worried look on his face as he waved her over.
Sarah groaned, “Now what?” She huffed under her breath. She walked over to him and you followed close behind.
“How much do you wanna bet it’s Rafe again?” you raised your eyebrows at your best friend as the two of you shared a look.
“It’s Rafe. Some guy said something to him and a fight broke out.” Topper confirmed your suspicions as he led the two of you to the kitchen.
You scoffed slightly, of course, it was Rafe causing problems. When was he not?
Several of your friends liked Rafe and enjoyed hanging out with him- you were quite the opposite. While many thought Rafe was charming and hot, you saw him for the cocky and selfish asshole that he was. He didn’t care for you much either, always seeing you as his little sister’s annoying friend.
You and Sarah pushed through the crowd that had formed in the kitchen, still following Topper. The fight had cooled down, but both boys were still reeling with anger as they tried to catch their breaths.
Rafe was leaning against the marble countertop, his lip and knuckles bloody. His hair was strewn about, much different than his usual slicked back style, and his forehead was lined with sweat. His shoulders rose up and down as he stood heaving, still trying to steady his breathing.
“All right enough!” Sarah yelled, trying to disperse the crowd and get things to settle down before anything else happened. “Everybody outside now, there’s nothing to see here!”
“Gonna make your sister bail you out of a fight, Cameron?” The boy Rafe had just been fighting taunted, “Fight me!”
Rafe’s face grew red and he stepped toward the boy. Luckily, Topper stepped in front of him first, nipping the problem in the bus before they started again. A few other guys grabbed the other kid and ushered him outside.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you looked around the kitchen. The bowl of punch and several other drinks had been knocked off the counter during their brawl and were now covering the tile floor, “Dammit, Rafe,”
Rafe ignored you wiping the blood on his lower lip away with his thumb. He shoved Topper aside so he could grab his beer, which conveniently hadn’t been knocked to the ground like most everything else.
“No,” Sarah shook her head and grabbed the bottle first, dumping the remainder into the sink, “No more. Just go upstairs before you ruin something else,”
“Screw you, Sarah,” he snapped back, “I don’t take orders from you-”
“Rafe, just go upstairs!” She glared at her older brother, “It’s the least you could do while I clean up this mess,”
“I don’t-”
“Y/N,” she interrupted him and looked at you for some help, “Can you please just take him upstairs and make sure he stays there?”
You hesitated, knowing that spending more time with Rafe than necessary was something you desperately wanted to avoid. But, you also knew how fed up Sarah was with him and the disaster he’d created in the kitchen. “Come on Rafe,” you finally said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the stairs and up to his room.
He scoffed, pulling out of your grip and storming ahead of you up the stairs, making a point to be as loud as possible.
You gave Sarah a look, saying something along the lines of “your brother is literally the biggest asshole I have ever met.“ She mouthed a “thank you” before you followed him upstairs.
You finally made it to his room, he shoved open the door and stomped inside.
“Genuine question Rafe, do you enjoy making mine and Sarah’s night’s hell?” You shut the door behind you as you followed him inside.
Rafe rolled his eyes, “How about you mind your business,” he spat.
“Well, it’s pretty hard to stay out of it when you ruin every party by starting a fight,” you snapped back.
“You know what?” He spun around to face you and you could practically feel the anger coming off of him, “Fuck you, Y/N. I didn’t ask you to come up here. I’m not a stupid child, you don’t have to sit up here and babysit me,”
“Well, maybe if you stopped acting like an 8-year-old, Sarah and I could actually enjoy our night instead of having to watch your every move.” You glared at him, feeling your nails dig into your palms as your clenched fists tightened. “You’re a spoiled prick, and one day, all you’re friends are gonna realize that.”
“Funny, hearing that coming from you Y/N,” he said, his voice low as he took a step closer to you, “You and Sarah are so stuck up-” he abruptly stopped when he raised a finger to point at you, wincing in pain.
Your mouth had been open, ready to take another dig at him, but you hesitated when you saw the flash of pain across his face.
“ What’s wrong?” You asked impatiently.
Rafe gritted his teeth and shook his head, “Nothing, I’m fine,”
You rolled your eyes, “Obviously you aren’t, what is it?” Your voice softened slightly as you stepped toward him.
“Y/N, seriously. It’s nothing, okay?” He stepped back, but you didn’t miss the way he winced when he moved his shoulder. “I swear I’ll stay up here the rest of the night. Just go and enjoy your night with Sarah,” He huffed, “And my sincerest apologies for ruining the party” he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he gave you a tight-lipped smile.
You ignored him and didn’t say a word, reaching forward and unbuttoning his navy blue button-up, determined to see what was wrong with him.
“Y/N, quit it,” he tried to brush you away but you were relentless, “I told you I’m fine-”
“Oh my God, Rafe,” you breathed out as you pulled away the shirt to reveal a nasty gash going from the top of his shoulder to almost the middle of his chest.
“It’s not that bad,”
You ignored him and rolled your eyes, tugging at his shirt as you took it off of him. You dropped it to the floor, looking at your red hands. The shirt’s dark color had disguised the blood, blending in with the sweat that had covered the shirt as a result of his fight.
“Sit down,” you ordered, this time Rafe didn’t refute you and sat down on the end of his bed.
You left for a moment, entering his connecting bathroom and rummaging through the cabinets until you found a first aid kit. You tossed the plastic container on the bed next to Rafe and took a closer look at his chest, “What the hell even cut you?” You wondered aloud.
Rafe shrugged, “When he shoved me I hit the counter pretty hard but it doesn’t even hurt- ow,” he hissed as you touched the gash while trying to get a better look at it.
“Doesn’t hurt, huh?” You repeated, raising a brow. You popped open the first aid kit and pulled out a prepackaged alcohol pad. “This is gonna sting,” you informed him as you ripped it open and went to work cleaning his wound.
Rafe took a sharp breath and tried to pull away at the burning sensation.
“Don’t be a little bitch,”
If looks could kill, you’d be dead by the way Rafe was glaring at you as you continued to work at the awkward angle. Once you were sure that it was cleaned up enough, you turned and grabbed a few bandages from the box. You held up the first bandage, eyeballing the size to make sure it would cover the gash.
“Dammit,” you muttered under your breath, getting frustrated with how difficult it was to get a good angle to put the bandage on him.
“What?” He snapped his glare still unwavering.
“It’s nothing- I just can’t get a good angle I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to wrap this up well enough,”
Rafe rolled his eyes and before you could comprehend what he was doing his left hand had grabbed your waist. He guided your hips and plopped you down so you were straddling him in his lap.
“Rafe! What are you-”
“Fixing the problem,” he replied simply, “Now you have a good angle. Bandage me up.”
You didn’t miss the smirk playing on his lips, but you swallowed the lump in your throat and went back to work. He winced as your hands smoothed out the bandage covering his chest. You grabbed some medical tape and taped the edges down so they wouldn’t peel up when he put his shirt back on or moved around.
“Okay,” you looked up at him, still sitting on his thighs as you spoke, “I think you’re all good-” That’s when you felt it. Oh my god.
Rafe’s smirk only grew when he watched you notice the hardness in his pants. He couldn’t help but relish the moment as you shifted uncomfortably under his stare, “You gonna help me with that too?” He asked with a smug grin.
Summary:Y/N and Rafe had never liked each other and Y/N is less than thrilled when Rafe gets into a fight at a party and she’s the one who has to help fix him up.
a/n: enjoy this enemy to lover type beat :) it’s a little spicier than i normally write, hope you all like it !
please DON’T steal my work it’s literally not cool- also i would LOVE if you left some feedback ! thank u and hope u guys enjoy :))
“Sarah!” Topper rounded the corner, a worried look on his face as he waved her over.
Sarah groaned, “Now what?” She huffed under her breath. She walked over to him and you followed close behind.
“How much do you wanna bet it’s Rafe again?” you raised your eyebrows at your best friend as the two of you shared a look.
“It’s Rafe. Some guy said something to him and a fight broke out.” Topper confirmed your suspicions as he led the two of you to the kitchen.
You scoffed slightly, of course, it was Rafe causing problems. When was he not?
Several of your friends liked Rafe and enjoyed hanging out with him- you were quite the opposite. While many thought Rafe was charming and hot, you saw him for the cocky and selfish asshole that he was. He didn’t care for you much either, always seeing you as his little sister’s annoying friend.
You and Sarah pushed through the crowd that had formed in the kitchen, still following Topper. The fight had cooled down, but both boys were still reeling with anger as they tried to catch their breaths.
Rafe was leaning against the marble countertop, his lip and knuckles bloody. His hair was strewn about, much different than his usual slicked back style, and his forehead was lined with sweat. His shoulders rose up and down as he stood heaving, still trying to steady his breathing.
“All right enough!” Sarah yelled, trying to disperse the crowd and get things to settle down before anything else happened. “Everybody outside now, there’s nothing to see here!”
“Gonna make your sister bail you out of a fight, Cameron?” The boy Rafe had just been fighting taunted, “Fight me!”
Rafe’s face grew red and he stepped toward the boy. Luckily, Topper stepped in front of him first, nipping the problem in the bus before they started again. A few other guys grabbed the other kid and ushered him outside.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you looked around the kitchen. The bowl of punch and several other drinks had been knocked off the counter during their brawl and were now covering the tile floor, “Dammit, Rafe,”
Rafe ignored you wiping the blood on his lower lip away with his thumb. He shoved Topper aside so he could grab his beer, which conveniently hadn’t been knocked to the ground like most everything else.
“No,” Sarah shook her head and grabbed the bottle first, dumping the remainder into the sink, “No more. Just go upstairs before you ruin something else,”
“Screw you, Sarah,” he snapped back, “I don’t take orders from you-”
“Rafe, just go upstairs!” She glared at her older brother, “It’s the least you could do while I clean up this mess,”
“I don’t-”
“Y/N,” she interrupted him and looked at you for some help, “Can you please just take him upstairs and make sure he stays there?”
You hesitated, knowing that spending more time with Rafe than necessary was something you desperately wanted to avoid. But, you also knew how fed up Sarah was with him and the disaster he’d created in the kitchen. “Come on Rafe,” you finally said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the stairs and up to his room.
He scoffed, pulling out of your grip and storming ahead of you up the stairs, making a point to be as loud as possible.
You gave Sarah a look, saying something along the lines of “your brother is literally the biggest asshole I have ever met.“ She mouthed a “thank you” before you followed him upstairs.
You finally made it to his room, he shoved open the door and stomped inside.
“Genuine question Rafe, do you enjoy making mine and Sarah’s night’s hell?” You shut the door behind you as you followed him inside.
Rafe rolled his eyes, “How about you mind your business,” he spat.
“Well, it’s pretty hard to stay out of it when you ruin every party by starting a fight,” you snapped back.
“You know what?” He spun around to face you and you could practically feel the anger coming off of him, “Fuck you, Y/N. I didn’t ask you to come up here. I’m not a stupid child, you don’t have to sit up here and babysit me,”
“Well, maybe if you stopped acting like an 8-year-old, Sarah and I could actually enjoy our night instead of having to watch your every move.” You glared at him, feeling your nails dig into your palms as your clenched fists tightened. “You’re a spoiled prick, and one day, all you’re friends are gonna realize that.”
“Funny, hearing that coming from you Y/N,” he said, his voice low as he took a step closer to you, “You and Sarah are so stuck up-” he abruptly stopped when he raised a finger to point at you, wincing in pain.
Your mouth had been open, ready to take another dig at him, but you hesitated when you saw the flash of pain across his face.
“ What’s wrong?” You asked impatiently.
Rafe gritted his teeth and shook his head, “Nothing, I’m fine,”
You rolled your eyes, “Obviously you aren’t, what is it?” Your voice softened slightly as you stepped toward him.
“Y/N, seriously. It’s nothing, okay?” He stepped back, but you didn’t miss the way he winced when he moved his shoulder. “I swear I’ll stay up here the rest of the night. Just go and enjoy your night with Sarah,” He huffed, “And my sincerest apologies for ruining the party” he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he gave you a tight-lipped smile.
You ignored him and didn’t say a word, reaching forward and unbuttoning his navy blue button-up, determined to see what was wrong with him.
“Y/N, quit it,” he tried to brush you away but you were relentless, “I told you I’m fine-”
“Oh my God, Rafe,” you breathed out as you pulled away the shirt to reveal a nasty gash going from the top of his shoulder to almost the middle of his chest.
“It’s not that bad,”
You ignored him and rolled your eyes, tugging at his shirt as you took it off of him. You dropped it to the floor, looking at your red hands. The shirt’s dark color had disguised the blood, blending in with the sweat that had covered the shirt as a result of his fight.
“Sit down,” you ordered, this time Rafe didn’t refute you and sat down on the end of his bed.
You left for a moment, entering his connecting bathroom and rummaging through the cabinets until you found a first aid kit. You tossed the plastic container on the bed next to Rafe and took a closer look at his chest, “What the hell even cut you?” You wondered aloud.
Rafe shrugged, “When he shoved me I hit the counter pretty hard but it doesn’t even hurt- ow,” he hissed as you touched the gash while trying to get a better look at it.
“Doesn’t hurt, huh?” You repeated, raising a brow. You popped open the first aid kit and pulled out a prepackaged alcohol pad. “This is gonna sting,” you informed him as you ripped it open and went to work cleaning his wound.
Rafe took a sharp breath and tried to pull away at the burning sensation.
“Don’t be a little bitch,”
If looks could kill, you’d be dead by the way Rafe was glaring at you as you continued to work at the awkward angle. Once you were sure that it was cleaned up enough, you turned and grabbed a few bandages from the box. You held up the first bandage, eyeballing the size to make sure it would cover the gash.
“Dammit,” you muttered under your breath, getting frustrated with how difficult it was to get a good angle to put the bandage on him.
“What?” He snapped his glare still unwavering.
“It’s nothing- I just can’t get a good angle I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to wrap this up well enough,”
Rafe rolled his eyes and before you could comprehend what he was doing his left hand had grabbed your waist. He guided your hips and plopped you down so you were straddling him in his lap.
“Rafe! What are you-”
“Fixing the problem,” he replied simply, “Now you have a good angle. Bandage me up.”
You didn’t miss the smirk playing on his lips, but you swallowed the lump in your throat and went back to work. He winced as your hands smoothed out the bandage covering his chest. You grabbed some medical tape and taped the edges down so they wouldn’t peel up when he put his shirt back on or moved around.
“Okay,” you looked up at him, still sitting on his thighs as you spoke, “I think you’re all good-” That’s when you felt it. Oh my god.
Rafe’s smirk only grew when he watched you notice the hardness in his pants. He couldn’t help but relish the moment as you shifted uncomfortably under his stare, “You gonna help me with that too?” He asked with a smug grin.
Summary:Rafe can’t help but be a little jealous when he finds out who your first kiss was.
pretty please don’t steal my work it’s literally not cool- also i would LOVE if you left some feedback ! thank u and hope u guys enjoy :))
You let out a soft sigh as you looked around the party in boredom. Rafe’s arm was wrapped around your shoulder and he was laughing at something the group around you had said. You were zoned out, having much rather stayed at home with Rafe tonight than going to this boring party- but Rafe had insisted the two of you needed to go. God, you hated kook parties. they were always filled with people who thought it was better to put on a fake smile and flaunt their wealth than have a real conversation.
“Y/N,”
You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of Rafe’s voice.“It’s your turn.”
“Truth or dare?” Kelce asked you from across the room.
“Uh, truth,” you answered, not really into the game.
“Who was your first kiss?”
You scrunched your brows at his chosen question, knowing Rafe had an awful habit of getting jealous- and knowing that he would be even more so when he heard who your first kiss had been. Finally, you sighed, “JJ. JJ Maybank.” you admitted.
The group burst out laughing at you, most likely at the fact that your first kiss was from a pogue. While they all made jokes and poked fun at you, you didn’t miss the glare that was coming from the boy next to you.
You and Rafe stayed for a few more rounds before he excused the two of you from the party and led the way back to the car.
When you were finally nearing the car and out of earshot from anyone else you looked up at your boyfriend, “Next week can we please just stay home and hang? No more kook parties, I-”
Suddenly he let go of your hand, interrupting you, “Was Maybank really your first kiss?”
You paused for a moment, a little taken aback at the abruptness of his question,
“Uhh, yeah. Why?”
“Your first kiss was a pogue? And of everyone on the island, it had to be JJ?"
His voice was low and he was glaring at you as he spoke.
You raised your brows as you looked up at him, "Are you really mad at me right now for my first kiss? We weren’t together or anything,”
Rafe broke eye contact with you. Clearly, this newfound information really getting under his skin, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Rafe- do you hear yourself? Why would I tell you about my first kiss- it literally happened in seventh grade. It doesn’t mean anything,”
He still didn’t look at you, rubbing the back of his neck, “Was it any good?” He finally asked, his voice quiet as he spoke.
It took everything in you not to laugh out loud at his question, “Was 13-year-old JJ Maybank a good kisser?” you repeated his question, still trying to hold back your laughter, “Rafe, are you jealous right now?”
“No,” he said defensively, “Of course not- the hell would I be jealous of a pogue?”
You rolled your eyes, reaching up and pulling Rafe down and into a kiss, “Rafe, I’m yours, okay?” You said breathlessly as you broke the kiss for a moment, “You don’t ever need to be jealous,” You assured, pulling him in for another kiss.
When the two of you pulled back, he looked down at you, biting his lip, “But I am a better kisser than him right?”
“Oh my god,” You groaned, “Yes Rafe, you are a better kisser than JJ. Happy now?”
Rafe grinned, pressing his lips to yours again, with a muffled “Mhm,” He worked his way down the side of your jaw, placing kisses along the way, “He might have been your first kiss,” he whispered, his hand sliding down to your ass, “But I was thefirst,” He winked at you and swatted his hand away.
“Rafe- not here,” You blushed and hurried to the car, Rafe only a few steps behind, a grin plastered across his face.
pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader, but a little rafe cameron x fem!reader tension
about.when rafe finds out john b’s back and raids the chateau, no one’s there to be found… except reader.
warnings.foul language, guns
ricky rocks. idek, maybe i’ll make a part two lmk ig
“can i help you, boys?”
rafe cursed lowly to himself as he turned slowly along with barry, gripping his gun tightly.
“did you not check the house?” rafe grunted lowly towards barry who only frowned hard, looking at you and then to the shotgun you had gripped highly.
you had been hid snug in the coat closet of the chateau, almost terrified out of your wits as you had heard someone ransack the small home; but coming upon realization it was only rafe and his goon, barry, your fear went out the window as you had quite literally watched the two of them from the window before quickly searching the room you and jj both shared for the shotgun you had stolen from your father’s old and neglected gun cabinet.
you weren’t afraid.
“y/n,” rafe seemed hesitant, eyeing you as if trying to figure out how to get out of this situation, but he knew he couldn’t with the high possibility of you shooting him with any drastic move he’d make. “just thought i’d pay you and your old friend john b a visit.”
of course.
“what?”
“you know, the guy who used to live here? brown hair, had a thing for my sister.”
“rafe, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“i think you know what i’m talking about,” he attempted to take a step closer to you, but only for you to cock the shotgun. it made him back up fast, raising his arms up slowly. “y/n.. you don’t want to shoot me.”
“really?” you quirked a brow, wanting him just to explain why.
“you don’t want my dead body on your conscious.”
“you would know what that’s like, wouldn’t you, rafe?”
he clenched his jaw, directing his line of vision away from you and to the ground, as if he was holding himself back; talking himself down.
“just.. put your gun down, girly,” barry’s eyes switched between you and rafe, attempting to undermine any harm rafe could play out right now if he didn’t say anything.
you weren’t scared, but you knew what rafe was capable of. you knew he probably wasn’t afraid of hurting you and the only thing keeping him from that was barry and your gun.
“you first,” you nodded toward the handgun they both held to their sides. barry almost trying his best to hide his from your line of sight as he shifted it close behind him.
“look, i know you’re lying,” rafe spoke again, practically charging toward you with the wide step he took toward you. “and i won’t hurt you…” the barrel of the gun touched his chest and he didn’t even flinch, “if you just tell me the truth.”
his hand reached out, attempting to touch your face till you flinched away fast, elbowing his arm away fast, “don’t fucking touch me, asshole.”
“what’re you going to do,” he laughs, shifting back on his feet. “you’re just a little girl with a gun.”
“rafe let’s just leave.”
“a girl that knows how to use a gun.”
“then prove it, y/n,” he dips his head toward you with a mocking smile, challenging you, “shoot that big gun of yours, little girl.”
“your daddy’s not here to save you this time rafe, you sure you want to me to do that?”
“rafe, let’s go,” barry grabs onto his broad shoulder, trying to pull him off from his leaning position, his daring position. “rafe.”
“do it.”
“rafe!” barry roughly pulled him away from you, almost sending him to the ground before pushing him aside as if speaking to him privately, “what’re we fucking doing, man, it’s obvious they’re not here.”
“it’s obvious-“
“nah, knock it the fuck off,” barry’s eyes met yours for a split second before looking back to rafe. “let’s get out of here.”
you watched them walk off slowly before rafe turned around while slowly walking backward, “this isn’t over, trader.”
his words were sour and you could feel your blood beginning to pulse through your veins even faster than before. maybe… you were a bit afraid.
“are you okay?” you felt jj’s arm wrap around your waist the moment his feet hit the ground.
“yeah,” you breathed out, leaning into his grasp after you dropped the gun. “there’s no one like rafe cameron.”
this was officially your 4th mother’s day now and your first mother’s day not alone (besides jake).
you hadn’t expected to wake up hearing jake’s giggles echo through the house. normally, you always joke up before jake as you had your alarm set.
you looked at the clock and saw it was nearly 10 am, way past when you usually got up at 7. there was a note beside you in bed where rafe normally was, on it was scribbled ’to mommy’
it said, ‘we turned off your alarm. come downstairs for breakfast when you’re ready. we love you. happy mother’s day! love, rafey and jakey’ you teared up and folded the note how it had been, taking it with you as you got up to put it with your sentimental things.
after you brushed your teeth and put on a comfy robe, you made your way downstairs where rafe and jake were in the kitchen. “mommy’s here!” jake announced proudly, “did you like our note?”
you walked over and lifted him up to hold him, “i loved it baby. you and daddy did great.” you smiled at rafe, your heart content, “did you make me breakfast as a present?”
“we made cimmamon rolls, got you your fancy ice coffee and scramby eggs! also there’s presents but you aren’t supposed to open them till later.” jake grinned and snuggled into your neck.
you looked at rafe, tears welled in your eyes, “you didn’t have to do presents.”
“why wouldn’t i? you’re the best mama i know.” rafe said, leaning over to give you a soft kiss. “besides you deserve it more than anyone.”
your hand went to his cheek and you smiled, “you deserve the world, rafe cameron.”
—
after eating breakfast, it was present time according to jake. he was very excited as he had helped pick some of the items.
you opened the presents first which you could not believe some of the items. there were things from a new purse, new perfume to a brand new phone.
rafe just shrugged and said, “gotta treat ya right mama. you treat us good. isn’t that right kiddo?”
jake grinned, “duh, mommy’s the coolest so she gets the coolest presents. now card time!!”
jake proudly handed you his card where he had scribbled mommy on it, the only word he knew how to write besides his name and inside was a picture of the three of you. rafe had also had written a translation of all the lines of scribbles, ‘to mommy, you’re the best mommy. i love you. love, jakey’
you kissed jake’s forehead, “thank you sweetheart.” then you looked at rafe who handed you his card.
when you opened it your heart fluttered, there was a whole paragraph of love, but at the end it said, ‘thank you for letting me love jake and you. my life wouldn’t be complete without either of you. i can’t wait to have more babies and give jake some pals so he doesn’t have to keep slummin it with me all the time.’
you jumped out of your seat and hugged him, kissing him all over which earned a few ‘ews’ from jake. “i want another baby.” you whispered.
rafe chuckled, “oh i’ll give ya one darlin, but let’s wait till kiddo is in bed.” rafe grinned and pulled you in his lap to hold you tight. “i love you, angel.”
“i love you rafe. thank you for giving me the best mother’s day.”
your mind had not stopped even a little bit once you had made it to the chateau and EVERYONE noticed. sarah the most.
there was a reason you liked rafe. and that was because you had always been at his house when you were little.
your mom worked for the family and she brought you because ward always insisted. so you grew up with sarah, always catching glimpses of her mysterious older brother here and there.
when you got older, he hung around a little longer, taking notice of you. he’d sometimes drive you and sarah somewhere when ward told him to and you treasured those days, always trying to think of somewhere else you needed to go.
if it was late and your mom had headed home, rafe would sometimes drive you home and he would tell you, “if you ever need anything sweetheart, i’m a call away.”
that’s why you didn’t understand why people thought of him the way they did. you knew him as kind and considerate.
even when you started dating blake, one of his friend’s, he never became hostile towards you. he just distanced himself, but every so often, that phrase would come up in your head.
and that phrase was obviously why you had texted him last night.
“yo, where’s your head at?” jj asked giving your shoulder a nudge, rocking you back to reality.
you shook your head, “worried about seeing blake tonight. i know he’ll be there with topper and those shit heads.”
“and we will beat the shit out of him if he pulls anything,” jj said while rolling his eyes, as if he was stating the obvious.
“besides, if anyones gonna pull shit, it’s gonna be rafe.” sarah said from around the corner, coming into the room.
you gave her a look so she continued, “shit’s been heated with him and blake. don’t know why. think rafe might kick the shit out of blake tonight.” she shrugged.
you wondered if it had anything to do with you or if blake was just being a shitty person. blake had a worse coke problem than rafe and he mixed that with his prescription pill addiction. he owed rafe a lot of money as rafe was always paying for their drugs and blake never matched. so you didn’t doubt that’s why he was pissed at him.
you made it through the rest of the day until it was time for the party. your stomach was in knots. you had put your hair up and put on a white tank top and a jean skirt.
when you walked out, everyone wolf whistled at you, “damn that boys gonna be sorry,” kie grinned as she spoke, “you’re smokin.”
you forced a smile, dread filled your stomach and you didn’t know which you were dreading more: seeing blake or facing rafe after that embarrassing text.
——
the first hour of the party was fine. none of the kook boys had showed so your anxiety was at bay for the moment.
you had been nursing your second drink, not wanting to get shitfaced and make a fool out of yourself again.
all your friends on the other hand were already plastered, except pope as he was in charge of getting everyone safely home.
you were distracted for a moment watching jj and john b’s shenanigans and when you looked up, your heart dropped. blake was staggering towards you.
you turned on your heel as quick as you could and plowed right into rafe, spilling your drink all over yourself, “shit shit shit.”
tears welled in your eyes as you were in a white tank top that was now covered in red jungle juice, rafe looked down, angry at first, but when he saw it was you, his expression softened, “c’mere sweetheart,” he said, ushering you away from the crowds to the side area and away from blake.
when you got there, you lost it. tears spilled from your eyes and rafe frowned, “hey? what’s up? it’s only a shirt. you can wear mine.”
he was already pulling off his to give you to wear, “it’s not just that.” you said through sniffles, “it’s everything. and blake is here and he was coming towards me and i don’t wanna deal with him after what he did.” it was also the texts you had sent him, but those clearly weren’t on his mind.
rafe walked closer to you, shirt in hand. confusion on his face, “what did he do to you? i know you guys broke up but he didn’t say why.”
you shook your head, “doesn’t matter.”
rafe rolled his eyes, “oh shut up. yes it does. if it’s hurting your feelings, it matters to me.”
“he cheated on me with avery. and called me in the car with her. then tried to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. he was super coked out.” you looked away, embarrassed of everything that had transpired, that was only half of it, too.
rafe didn’t say anything for a moment, he handed you his shirt and looked at you, “i want you to wait here until i come back. can you do that?”
you were lost for words, but when rafe put his hand on your cheek, everything faded away. you nodded, “will you be mad if i don’t?”
“i could never be mad at you, doll, but please. just stay.” you nodded and rafe brushed his thumb over your lip before walking back towards the crowd.
your head was pounding as you rolled over right into sarah. you opened your eyes and looked at your surroundings, you were at the chateau currently sandwiched in between sarah and kie.
what the fuck had happened last night?
the last you had remembered was taking pulls from the tequila bottle with jj and then chugging before grabbing your phone to do something.
after that, nothing.
you looked around the bedroom, john b sprawled out on the floor, but no sight of your phone. you frowned.
you carefully pushed yourself up and got out of bed, trying to let the others sleep. jj and pope were asleep in the living room, yet your phone wasn’t there either.
you decided to walk outside, figuring you might have gone out there to do whatever nonsense you were up to. you knew you did stupid shit when you were drunk. that’s why one of them were always in charge of your phone, but SOMEONE had given it back to you.
you didn’t know who but depending on the damage you’d done, you’d chew them out about not keeping it from you better even tho it was entirely your fault.
you shuffled around outside, looking for it to no aid. it wasn’t by the hot tub or by the fire pit, so you walked to the dock.
sure enough, there it was, right on the edge. you sighed to yourself and sat down, not wanting to face anyone before you figured out what you did.
if you had run all the way out here it had to be bad.
you clicked your phone on and saw a text from rafe. your stomach flipped. you must have had some BALLS last night to text rafe as you were so nervous around that man.
you didn’t want to open it, but you did anyway. it said, ‘oh yeah? who would’ve thought pretty miss sweetheart had those words in her vocabulary. i’ll see you at the party tomorrow night and we can see what we can do about that. stay safe tonight.’
you gasped, you hadn’t even seen what you texted yet. when you did, you were mortified. how would you be able to look sarah in the eyes again after saying those things to her brother?
you couldn’t stop staring at the conversation.
y/n-heyyyyy rafey, can i tell u somethbg
rafe-y/n, are you drunk? where are you? but yes of course.
y/n-i’m w/ sarah n evryone. ofc i’m safe u don’t hav to wrry ab me silly boy
rafe-what did you want to tell me, sweetheart?
y/n-i wish u were here so u could properly fuck me ljke tbag shithead never could
rafe-oh yeah? who would’ve thought pretty miss sweetheart had those words in her vocabulary. i’ll see you at the party tomorrow night and we can see what we can do about that. stay safe tonight.
you locked your phone. you wanted to throw it in the ocean. what the fuck was wrong with you? you had recently been cheated on by your ex blake, who happened to be rafe’s friend.
you didn’t even know if rafe knew blake cheated on you. this whole thing was fucked and now you’d have to see both of them tonight and sarah was going as she was your best friend. along with your whole group of friends.
the night hadn’t even begun and it was already a disaster.
Author’s Note: This is the start of my new series! It features AJ Maybank, JJ’s twin sister. It is also on my Wattpad, here!
I tied it in with this request, hope you enjoy: hey love not sure if reqs are open or non but I love love your imagines and am dyinggggg for some more john b lol, maybe one where you’re jj’s sister and are sneaking around with jb but he finds out?
kinda want to take this character but instead of john b, make her like madly in love with rafe and rafe never giving her the time of day but she becomes close with sarah when sarah and john b become an item she starts going to the cameron’s and rafe starts to get to know her and
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.
Summary: your best friend disappears after ‘the blip’ only to return 5 years later.
Word count: 1,554
Warnings: none
For the last few years, JJ Maybank had been babysitting you, his younger neighbor. When you first met him, he was only 15 years old. You shyly walked up to him, asking if he would play house with you since your mother never paid attention to you.
Ever since then whenever you needed JJ, he would go over and take care of you or you would be at his house. Your mom never cared how long you stayed at his, she was too busy drinking at bars. He loved you and was always there for you.
You were currently 13 years old when JJ was helping you get ready for the middle school dance. JJ leaned against the doorframe of your room, grinning as you took one final look at yourself in the mirror. “JJ, this looks amazing! How did you manage to do my eyeliner perfectly?” You asked, pointing out just how good his makeup skills were.
“I’m not gonna lie, I practiced for a bit because I figured there be some time you’d wanna give me a makeover or something.” He laughed, shoving his hands into his pockets. He walked up behind you, almost falling to the ground as you tackled him in a hug. “Thank you JJ, you’re the best!” You grinned, thankful to have him as a friend.
A shiver was sent through JJ’s spine as he released you. He stood there uncomfortably, his hands out by his side. “Are you okay, JJ?” You asked, stepping back before realizing his fingers were starting to disintegrate into thin air. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as your mouth fell open in horror.
JJ fell to his knees as he held his hands out, watching his own body disappear. Falling to your knees, you held his elbows in your hand. “Y/N? Y/N, what’s happening to me?” JJ cried out, collapsing in your arms. “You’re gonna be okay JJ. I got you.” You panicked, tears squeezing out of your eyes as you watched your best friend slowly slip away from your arms.
He locked eyes with you, “you’re gonna be okay Y/N. You’re strong, you’re gonna go through life and you’re gonna be okay-” JJ’s sentence ran short as he disappeared in your arms, you covered your mouth with your hands as you let out a soft cry. You pulled your knees up to your chest, your once soft cries turned into loud sobs. Your best friend was gone, and there was nothing you could do to get him back.
You chose to skip the dance, deciding to lock yourself in your room. Your heart ached knowing that JJ wouldn’t see you grow up, you would have to deal with your problems by yourself which scared you.
Nothing could have prepared you for this, you slowly sat down on your bed and began to cry into your comforter.
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5 years later.
You sat on your legs criss crossed on your bed as you were watching another episode of Friends as you scrolled through your phone. Your breath hitched in your throat when you came across a picture of you and JJ from years ago before the blip happened. JJ wasn’t the only one who disappeared that day, apparently half of the population disappeared as well. You missed him everyday and prayed that he would come back safe.
The sound of something falling onto your floor made your head snap up from your phone. You let out a small shriek at the sight of a body on your floor. “Who the fuck are you?” You asked, grabbing the baseball bat from the side of your bed and standing on the floor.
The person turned around on the ground to face you, their hands raising up in defence. “Please don’t hit me I’m sorry!” You immediately froze in your steps at the familiar voice. Turning on your bedside light, you nearly dropped the bat at the sight of JJ Maybank on your floor.
The bat slowly fell from your hand and onto the floor. JJ looked at you and slowly stood up, trying to figure out whose room he mysteriously popped into. “JJ?” You asked, walking towards him. He shoved his hands into his front pockets, a habit he used to do. 5 years later and he’s still doing it which you thought was cute.
“I am so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to just show up in a stranger’s house I was literally just sitting-” you cut him off, “JJ! It’s me, Y/F/N Y/L/N!” JJ’s eyes widened in disbelief. “No there’s no way!"
You gasped, your heart racing a mile a minute as he smiled brightly, holding out his arms open. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He held you tightly as you entangled your fingers into his hair. He laughed loudly as he looked into your eyes. "Y/N I missed you too but it’s only been a day since I last saw you, how did you grow up so fast?” He mumbled in the crook of your neck.
You untangled yourself from him as you started up at him with a serious expression. “What?” He asked. “J, It’s been 5 years.” The truth seemed to have knocked the breath out of him.
“W-what? Wait, woah. Okay, so uh, so that means I’m still 18 but you’re….” he trailed off, “18.” You nodded your head as you invited him to sit on your bed. “Wait, that means I missed 5 years of your life?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows as a wave of sadness rushed through his body. You leaned forward, resting your hand on his knee.
“Hey, the point is you’re here now, okay? So, tell me about what happened in your day.” You told him, shifting in your seat to hear his story. Sitting criss crossed, you rested your elbows on your knees while your chin layed on your hands.
“I honestly don’t even know where I was. But there were so many people there. I couldn’t recognize anybody. I was just standing there by myself when I met this guy, his name was Peter Parker. He’s from Queens and he’s a total dork but you’d like him. Really friendly. I told him I missed you and he asked if I had a picture so I pulled out my wallet and showed him. He said you were so adorable. Anyway I told him I’d visit him if I ever got out of there. I also met this guy James but a few people there called him Bucky, we didn’t talk much mostly just cause he looked really angry. Then this guy Stephen Strange complimented my hair which was odd but I like the guy. But was it really a whole 5 years?” He rambled on until he was out of breath.
You leaned against your bed frame and sat up straight to look at him, you nodded your head. “ whole 5 years of people mourning, people trying to move on, but I just sat here missing you,” you paused to take a shaky breath. “5 years of begging to someone out there to bring you and everyone back. 5 years of feeling stupid for having a silly crush on you my entire life. 5 years of just… a hole in my chest.” You mumbled, looking down as you picked at your nails.
A tear slowly trailed down your face as you laughed softly, swiping the tear with your thumb. JJ leaned forward and cautiously held the side of your cheek, wiping away the excess tears. “I’m here now Y/N and I’m not going anywhere.” You melted into his touch, your hand holding his in place against the side of your face.
His gaze went outside of your window, realizing it was still dark out. “Wait, what time is it?” You checked your phone, “3:57 a.m.” you answered. His eyes widened, “why are you still awake?” He questioned, lightly snacking your shoulder
“Hey man, having someone you care about disappear takes a toll on you okay.” You defended yourself, still not believing that JJ was in front of you. JJ laid down in your bed, making enough room for you to lay down with him. You took the space next to him, his arm immediately resting around your waist. “This is okay, right?” He asked looking down at you. You quickly nodded your head, resting it against his chest.
“You had a crush on me?” JJ broke the silence causing you to groan in embarrassment. “Shut up. Shut up I didn’t mean to say that.” You squeezed your eyes shut, hitting your head on his chest. He laughed quietly, lightly scratching your back; something he used to do when you were upset.
“I hope you know we’re gonna talk about that later. But for now just get some sleep, I’m right here.” He mumbled. You let your eyelids flutter shut, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat. You let the sound be the only thing you focused on as you tried to fall asleep, feeling blessed to have him back.
JJ planted a kiss to your forehead before whispering a soft “goodnight Y/N.” You couldn’t help but smile as you snuggled closer to him. “Goodnight JJ."
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.
Summary: Based on ‘Where Were You in the Morning’ by Shawn Mendes.
Word count: 2,360
Warnings: PURE SMUT! Grinding, oral sex (male receiving and female receiving), fingering, slight choking kink, bandana kink, small praising/ good girl kink, protected sex.
You straddled John B’s lap as your tongues fought for dominance. His hands trailing up the small of your back, giving you goosebumps. He gripped your hips as he easily flipped you underneath him.
Your lips danced with each other’s, every piece of your mouth’s were explored by each other’s tongue. He lightly sucked on your already swollen bottom lip. His hand trailed up your chest, skimming your breasts as it made its way up to your neck. His fingertips applied pressure on the side of your neck, earning him a moan of pleasure which aroused John B.
He swiftly ran his tongue along your collarbone as he breathed heavily. “Lay back,” you demanded. He laid back, his eyes showing hunger for you. You crawled back on top of him, straddling his waist. You dipped your head down towards his neck, lips hovered over him, warm breath hitting his skin. His hands massaged your butt, guiding it to grind down on him.
You planted a small kiss on his neck, enjoying the small shudder he released at the overwhelming feeling of your clothes area rubbing against his. Peppering small kisses around his chest and neck, you found his sweet spot. As soon as your lips attached to it, he let out a moan at the contact.
That sound. That sound immediately made your core ache for his touch, wanting to just rip his clothes off he enjoyed the feeling of your lips attached to his neck. Harshly sucking on the area, you soothed it, running her tongue gently across the mark.
You placed kisses from his shoulders to his neck, your lips and tongue lightly traced his jawline. You two could hear both of your heartbeats racing against time. One of his hands held your waist as the other continued to guide your lower half across his covered cock. You quickly pulled away from him and stood up, ignoring your whimper at the loss of his touch, your eyes never breaking contact.
You reached down and pulled his shirt off your torso, exposing the maroon laced bra you luckily wore. His eyes roamed to your chest, while yours looked at the large tent forming in his boxers. After taking his shorts off, you were left only in the bra and matching underwear. He admired the way your curves looked. His eyes were gentle, yet looked like they wanted every piece of you.
You couldn’t help but blush at this small gesture. John B bit his lower lip as he wondered how lucky he got with you. Not for your looks, but for your personality. He stood up, making his way towards you. His hands touched your now naked skin, rubbing down your shoulders and towards your back.
“So beautiful,” he whispered under his breath, earning a small blush from you. You leaned up towards him, your soft lips ghosting his, mumbling “you’re wearing too much clothes.” Your hands wandered around his body, lightly tugging at the end of his shirt. He quickly pulled his shirt off, showing his broad chest.
His hands stroked down your arms and stopped at the hands, carefully taking yours in his. He gave your hands a small squeeze, asking if you wanted to continue. Instantly, you gave him a nod, a smile rising to both your faces. He’s gentle, he’s caring, he’s handsome. 'God he’s gonna be the death of me.’ You thought to yourself.
You got down on your knees, fingers teasing at his waistband. You could feel his entire body tense up as you placed a solid kiss at his v-line. For a moment you could swear he stopped breathing as he stared down at you. John B’s stomach flipped at your soft touch. He didn’t know how but he was jello under your touch. Maybe it was your eyes or the way your mouth and hands worked, but something just got to him.
You tilted your eyes up, an innocent smile on your face as your fingers slowly pulled down his pants. He stepped out of them, his eyes never leaving yours. You couldn’t help but get tingly down there as he stared down at you. Eye contact was such an intimate thing for you. You gently rubbed him through the fabric of his boxers, being proud as you felt him melt into your touch. Your eyes flickered up at him, he already had his head back, his jawline filled with small marks you gracefully left.
You rubbed him for a few more seconds before deciding he’s had enough. Looping your fingers around his waistband, you pulled them down to his ankles. His erected cock sprang up, bouncing around a bit. Suddenly your mouth felt like it had gotten dry, but another area of you was soaking wet.
You listened to his breath hitch when you grabbed his shaft. You flattened your tongue out, licking along the side of his cock.
He moaned in pleasure as he tangled his hands in your hair. Swirling your tongue around his tip, you began to take more of him in.
You focused your eyes on him as you pushed herself forward, his tip hitting the back of the throat. The way he withered under your touch. The way he moaned your name. The way he would lick his lips and watch you please him. “Fuck Y/N.” John B groaned, his fingers gathering a bundle of your hair.
“Just like that.” He mumbled as you began to bob her head up and down. “Fuck. That pretty little mouth of yours is gonna make me cum.” His words encouraged you as you grabbed the back of his thighs to steady yourself.
He held your head in place as he began to thrust into your mouth. Looking up to see his face beginning to scrunch up, he was signalling he was close to releasing himself.
“That’s it, fuck.” he moaned, swinging his hips front to back. Your hands pumped the area you couldn’t fit, his low grunts and moans were music to your ears.
Your hand reached down into your underwear, gently swirling your ring finger and middle finger on your clit. His eyes averted from your mouth to your hand, his head falling back, neck vein popping out and throbbing.
He held your head in place as his other hand reached around, entangling itself into your hair. He let out hisses as he released himself in your mouth, his chest heaving heavily as you licked his tip clean. You stood back up, your lips pressing together as if your lives depended on it. Your lips molded like a puzzle, with each move was a new completed piece.
His hands reached behind you and unclipped the bra, leaving you only in the underwear. He gently kneaded your breasts with both hands, his lips making small nips at your neck. “John B.” You moaned out when he found your sweet spot. He let out a hushed, almost animalistic growl as he pushed you backwards onto the bed.
His fingers hooked into your underwear and roughly pulled them down. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He gaped, looking at your center. “Wait, I want to try something.” He said, standing up from his spot. He grabbed onto a bandana from his dresser, walking towards you. “Can I blindfold you?"
You thought for a moment before nodding your head. "Let me know if you need me to stop or take it off of you.” He said softly, trying the fabric around your eyes. You nodded your head, grinning after he gave you a reassuring kiss. You felt him get back into the position he was originally in before. You felt him place delicate kisses along your thighs, creeping up slowly to your core.
“Please John B-” you were about to beg, only to stop yourself as soon as he licked a flat strip along your folds. You squirm underneath his touch, letting out a moan as his tongue flicked your sensitive numb. He lapped up your juices, holding your pelvis down with his hands, restraining you from moving too much.
He pulled away from your core, his fingers collecting your juices on his fingers before letting a drop of spit fall onto your folds. He inserted his index and middle finger into you before you could blink. He was pumping them in and out at a rapid pace, please with himself as he held open your thighs that were attempting to shut. “That’s a good girl, you like it when I fuck you with my fingers, don’t you?” He asked, picking up the pace.
All of a sudden he stopped his hand, you sighed loudly, slowly feeling a building sensation in your stomach. He waited a moment before moving only the tips of his fingers, curling them up and brushing against your G-spot. You bit your tongue when he used his thumb to apply pressure on your clit.
“Come on baby, you’re almost there.” John B praised before reaching down and adding his tongue to your pleasure. His tongue slithered between your folds, grinning against your skin as your fingers latched onto the hairs on his head. You clenched around his fingers, releasing yourself of the pent up feeling. Your chest heaved up and down as your vision spotted.
“That’s my good girl.” He grinned, reaching up to kiss you so you could taste yourself. His hand reached up behind your head, untying the bandana from your eyes, he pulled away from you, “Seeing you squirm under my touch was one of the fucking hottest things I’ve ever seen.” He leaned in and gave you another kiss before lying you back down on the bed.
He quickly rolled on a condom he had pulled from his dresser. He teasingly rubbed his cock up and down your slit as you attempted to catch your breath. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling his face close to yours. The two of you smiled as you shared a kiss, which was something new compared to the other guys you had been with. The guys before were just quick, and wanted what they wanted. But John B, God he was so different.
He kissed you with ease, with more passion than before. You needed him more than ever as his hands roamed your body. His lips never left yours as he guided himself into you. You moaned into his mouth as he hunched over, gripping your hips as he swayed back and forth. Your back arching every time he hit your spot. His hand reconnected with your throat, pushing you to use your nails to scratch down his back, surely leaving marks.
“Fuck you feel so good.” John B groaned. He wasn’t going at a fast pace which surprised you. It was a soothing pace, making sure to pull out a bit before thrusting himself back in. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he slowly slammed his hips into you, applying more pressure to your throat.
His other hand roamed to your chest, his thumb and index finger softly pinched at your nipples. Your eyes widened when an idea popped into your head. “John B, stop.” He immediately pulled out and released your throat, a worried look on his face. “Did I do something wrong? Was the-” you cut him off, “I want to ride you.” His mouth dropped open a bit as he tried to speak. He only nodded as he laid on his back. You straddled over him, using your hand to guide his cock back into you.
The position was something new you were trying, but the feeling of it was something you found a new love for. His hands were firmly placed on your hips, holding you down as you started to rock back and forth. John B let out a deep moan as you whimpered, admiring the contact you were making with him. He forced his head against the pillows as his fingers dug into your skin. “Taking my cock like the good girl you are.” He smirked, his eyes burning into yours as you saw the beads of sweat start to form on his forehead.
“I could get used to this view.” John B joked, you dipped your head back down and laughed a bit. “You and me both.” “Holy shit” left your mouth as he pushed you down against his hips, thrusting himself into you. You leaned forward, wanting to try something else. Your hand wrapped around his throat, feeling his cock clench inside of you as you applied pressure. “Who knew John B had a choking kink.” You laughed before moaning as he lifted his hip from the mattress, colliding with yours. The only sounds anyone could hear at the moment were your moans and the sound of your skin being forced together.
“Y/N” your name rolled off his tongue as you grind your hips against his fast thrusts. A string of curse words slipped out of your mouth when his fingers were back to playing with your clit. You lightly squeezed his throat again, his thrusts got much faster, making your toes curl, getting a warm feeling in your stomach. You felt his cock twitch, signalling he was ready too.
Your eyes squeezed shut as you tilted your head back in pleasure. His hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Open those eyes, I want to see you come undone." You clenched around him and released yourself, using one of your hands to hold onto his bicep that kept you from falling over. "John B!” You moaned out, which was followed by another string of curse words. His cock twitched inside of you, as your toes curled and legs clenched.
He slowed down his pace before pulling out of you. You fell next to him as you panted, your warm breaths mixed together, your sweaty skin stuck to one another. You smiled when he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You cuddled against him, leaving a tiny kiss right on his neck before closing your eyes, your hand resting on his chest.
Summary: A series based on ‘Where Were You in the Morning’ by Shawn Mendes.
Word count: 1,389
Warnings: underaged drinking (lmk if I missed anything else.
You sat on a tree stump at the beach, by yourself only having a red solo cup in your hand. Your new friend had invited you to come join her at this party, but you soon realized she either didn’t show up, or ditched you for someone else.
You told yourself you would go interact with people after you had finished your first drink, but the closer you got to finishing it the more nervous you got. Hearing a harsh sloshing sound coming towards you, you looked up to see an attractive brunette boy, walking towards you with the keg in his hands. You furrowed your eyebrows together as he plopped it in the sand right in front of you.
“You did not just carry a whole keg to me.” You laughed as the boy sat next to you. “ I had to do something. You look absolutely miserable and I can tell you’re dreading the fact that you’d probably go socialize even though you don’t want to.” He grinned, pointing down to your empty cup. “Am I right?” You chuckled as you watched him pour you another drink.
Your eyes flickered up to him and you took in his appearance. He had a blue bandana around his neck, fluffy and shiny brunette hair, a soft smile on his lips. He had a button down shirt with only the last few buttons done. He was fairly tan and ripped underneath his shirt. His hair was wavy, with small curls on the ends of the tips. His eyes were brown as the shadows, but like honey in the lights.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N.” You introduced yourself, his large hand gripped your small one. “John B.”
“So why are you here all alone? You look like the type to have a lot of friends.” You smiled at his words, watching as John B ran his hands through his hair, a smile on his face. He noticed how gorgeous you were, which lured him towards you when he saw you alone. “I moved here about a week ago and I made friends with this one girl Camille and she told me I should come tonight but she kinda just… never showed up.” You purse your lips, taking another sip from your drink.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with that. Screw her, you got a better friend now!” John B grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulder. You nodded as you gently leaned into his touch. “And an attractive one.” You mumbled as his jaw jokingly dropped. “You think I’m attractive?” He gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. You pulled away from his grasp, your heart racing at the sound of his laugh.
The joking tone immediately turned tense as John B took in how beautiful you really were. “I uh- would you wanna get out of here?” He offered. You nodded your head, letting John B lead you by the hand to his vehicle.
The ride back to his house was short, the two of you chatting about yourselves and things you liked. He pulled into his yard, putting the van to a stop. As he escorted you out of the vehicle, he grabbed your hand in his, leading you to the front door.
John B invited you into his house, which already gave you a warm welcome. “Welcome to Casa De John B. Also known as the chateau." He laughed as he spread his arms out, presenting his residence. "It’s so… homey in here” you smiled. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” JB smiled, tapping on the doorway frame.
“Sorry for the mess, I made pancakes earlier and forgot to clean up.” He mumbled, mentally cursing at himself for not fixing up his house.
You rested against the counter, “I make the best pancakes ever.” You proudly spoke. He raised his eyebrows as a smirk danced across his lips.
“I guess you’ll have to make them for me in the morning.” You turned your head toward the floor, hoping he wouldn’t catch the pink color on your cheeks. “I promise that you will be able to taste the most amazing pancakes tomorrow morning.” You leaned forward and adjusted your shirt that was slowly riding up.
John B noticed you were uncomfortable and offered you a pair of clothes. “I would really appreciate that.” He walked into his room and returned a minute later with a t-shirt and shorts.
“The bathroom is down the hall to the right, when you’re done I’ll be in the backyard.” You nodded and walked to the bathroom. Tugging the shorts and tank top off your body, you slipped on his large shirt and shorts.
You folded up the clothes, leaving them on the seat by the kitchen island and walked towards the backyard. John B, too had changed into a more comfortable outfit. He was setting up wood in a fire pit.
He looked up when he heard you rustling in the grass, his smile instantly glowed in the night. “I was thinking we could look at the stars, if that’s alright. I don’t want to sound too cliche-”
You stopped him mid sentence, “I love star gazing.” Smiling, he nodded his head towards a large hammock that was tied between two trees. Getting the hint, you climbed in and watched him finish setting up the wood. He used a lighter to ignite the wood, your eyes were drawn to his hands that for some reason you found attractive.
He walked over to the hammock and laid himself next to you, his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders. Your body instinctively leaned towards him. Your arm was draped across his stomach, head on his chest allowing you to hear his rather fast heartbeat. There was something blissful about the surroundings.
You could hear the firewood crackling, the crickets in the nearby bushes, the sounds of small waves echoed by the dock. You could hear his shallow breath as he exhaled through his nose. His heartbeat remained at a fast pace the entire time.
You two stayed like that for a bit, just relaxing in the night. You looked up at John B, noticing his face was beaming. He turned his head down towards you, his eyes staring into yours. “The stars are reflecting and shimmering in your eyes, and I can’t help but be attracted to that.”
His eyes flickered from yours, down to your lips. You two both began slowly inching forward, he propped himself up on his elbow. He leaned his head down and attached his lips to yours.
To begin with, it was a soft, subtle kiss, just to see how it was. Neither of you wanted to pull away, you didn’t want it to end. However, at some point you both slowly pulled away and admired the look in each other’s eyes. You guys knew you both wanted each other, and there was nothing holding you back.
He reconnected your lips with his, dancing with hers, as if you had practiced a specific routine hundreds of times.
His tongue licked across your bottom lip, begging for access to the rest of your mouth. You granted him permission as his tongue fought with yours. John B pulled away for a moment to adjust himself to get more comfortable.
But the hammock that held you had different plans. As he was about to kiss you again, the hammock flipped around, knocking you both to the ground. You hid your face in your hands, giggling like you were on top of the world, cause that’s how you felt.
John B was next to you, his face buried in the grass, he was laughing with you at the mishap. He flipped his head up, looking at you, crinkles by his eyes indicated he was smiling.
Whenever he smiled you felt like the world was a better place. Like even though there’s so much bad around, there’s always going to be safety with him. In that one action, you felt like you have seen every inch of his kind, pure hearted soul.
Running your hand through his hair, you two laid there for a bit, your lips still tingling from his touch. “Wanna go inside?” He asked, leaning his head into the palm of your hand. You smiled at him, nodding your head yes.
Lost Sweater: Alternative Universe where when one person loses something, their soulmate receives it.
Safe Haven:Kie arrives at your house, shaken up and wounded. You take care of her, letting her know she’s gonna be okay.
Three Bodyguards: Kiara deals with a serious issue, not wanting to bother her Pogues she distance herself from them until they get the truth out of her.
My Hero:Kie takes you out of the house after you’ve been studying, making sure this is a night to ease your mind.
John B Routledge
Hazel Brown:AU where your world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate, then everything turns into color.
Stress Release:Friends with benefits; Two friends who trust each other enough to engage in sexual activity without fear of hurting the other’s feelings.
If The World Was Ending: 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.
Sarah Cameron
Playdate in the Rain: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.
Overnight stay:Instead of the boys leaving Kie with Sarah on a boat overnight, they to let you two get rid of your grievances first.
Topper Thornton
Lazy Day:You and Topper decide to spend some more time together after a lazy day.
Summary: you finally tell Rafe the truth as to why you don’t want to go to parties anymore.
Word count: 1,039
Warnings: mentions of sexual assault and harrassment, underage drinking. If you are not comfortable with these topics please do not read.
I’m just saying this now if you ever need to speak to somebody about certain topics please do not be afraid to ask for help. Call or text hotlines, talk to somebody. You are not alone.
You laid down, back against your bed and fluffy blanket. Isolated. That was all you felt in life for since the beginning of freshman year of high school. You had one friend who had been there since the beginning, Rafe Cameron. Rafe was one of the best things to have ever happened to you. He would always come over when you called, even when you didn’t he would always come over to check on you. He would bring your food and ice cream when you had your period. He treated you like you were somebody, and that’s all you could ask for.
It was a Friday night of your senior year, everyone at the ‘beginning of the last year’ party at some girl’s house. Rafe wanted you to come, but he knew how you felt about those things. He instead joined you this night, plopping himself onto your bed.
“You know if you really wanted to go to that party, you could have gone.” You spoke to him after a few seconds of silence, sitting up from your position to look at him.
“But if you’re not there I’m not interested.” Rafe declared, offering you a soft smile. You knew he was lying, you knew he wanted to go out, drink and have fun. You never explained to him why you hated parties or gatherings. You always just said you weren’t feeling well or had other things to do.
“I don’t want to party anymore Rafe, I’m sorry.” You mumbled, looking down, playing with the hem of your shirt.
“Y/N why won’t you just come out to party for once? The last time we went to one was like in freshman year when we hung out with Kelce.” Rafe brought up, you uncomfortably shifted in your spot.
He began listing off reasons aloud as to why you would not want to go. As much as you loved him, he was oblivious to many things, especially emotions.
“Was it because you drank?"
"Rafe-”
“Because you were nervous?”
“Ra-”
“Because you broke your curfew?”
“Rafe. Stop-”
“Was it because you hooked up with Kelce?”
“Rafe!"
You had enough as you yelled out. He visibly flinched at the sound of you yelling. "I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to get you upset.” He whispered.
“It’s fine. But I want you to know I didn’t 'hook up’ with Kelce.” You nervously stated. He furrowed his eyebrows together. “What do you mean? I mean, he told his friends all about it."
"You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.” Your heart was pounding a mile a minute. Your mouth all of a sudden felt dry, your hands slowly began to shake.
“What do you mean?” He asked, shifting towards you.
You sighed softly as you stopped the eye contact with him.
“The beginning of the year party. It was you, me, Kelce, Topper and a group of other people. When we were all in the basement playing the drinking games I told you I had to go to the bathroom. So I went back upstairs, but I didn’t know Kelce followed me. I went into the bathroom and did my thing. When I went to wash my hands Kelce walked in and at first he was like, "oh I’m sorry.” But then he entered and closed the door behind him.“ You tried your best not to stumble over your words, but you never spoke about this to anyone.
"He-he cornered me in there. His breath smelled like straight vodka, god I can still smell it. He tried kissing me but when I denied him, he got mad. I went to smack him but I ended up scratching his face, that’s where he got the marks from. Not from me being 'rough in bed’. He forced my hands against my sides.. and he just kept kissing me. He kept saying how I 'wanted this’. He kept kissing my lips, my cheeks, my chest, my neck. I felt helpless in that span of 30 seconds, it felt like 2 hours.” You admit, your body shaking with every raspy breath you take. You never thought about talking about it, let alone to another guy. You always thought no one would believe you. Rafe sat there in bewilderment that all of this happened so long ago to you, his best friend. It crushed his heart and made his blood boil to know that Kelce did it.
“He pushed his body against mine but he was angled to the point where I could knee him and get away. It could have been much worse, but ever since then I just… I can’t do it. I don’t want that to happen again. I don’t like parties or even gatherings. I can’t.” You stopped talking, only to realize your body had been shaking and tears were easily streaming down your face.
“And everytime you were with him and he would make a comment about me, you wouldn’t say anything. When he said that he would be the only guy to touch me, you didn’t say anything. You made me feel like I’m not good enough. You didn’t say a single thing.” You finished. Rafe rubbed his hands over his face, taking in every word you just said.
“God next time I see him I’m gonna wrap my hands around his throat.” Rafe was furious at Kelce and himself for not even asking you what happened. “I’m so sorry Y/N I didn’t say anything. He’s- was my friend who was a part of the popular group and I just wanted to fit in. I didn’t even think about how that affected you and I’m so fucking sorry. Come here.”
Rafe leaned against the headrest of the bed and opened his arms up. You slowly but surely laid into his arms, you started to weep. Nobody had ever held you like this, but Rafe knew you needed it more than ever. “Shhh. It’s okay princess, I’m right here.” He whispered as he ran his fingers through your hair.
“I won’t ever let that happen to you again.” He pressed a reassuring kiss to your head as he rested his cheek on top of yours. “I’m right here."
Hi guys! I just wanted to say thank you for liking my writing and commenting and sending me requests! I didn’t think these would get any attention but I’m so thankful for it! I can’t wait to continue writing for you guys!
97. “Give me your jacket, I’m freezing.”
98. “These shoes were made to kick you in the ass!”
99. “Are you okay?” “I don’t know how to answer that.”
100. “It’s no big deal, its just a few scratches.”
101. “I’m so cute, I don’t see why you aren’t dating me.”
102. “We made a deal and you’ll keep your end, one way or another.”
103. “You look cute when you smile, you should do it more often.”
104. “Why are you blushing?”
105. “I’m always here and you just ignore me.”
106. “I’ve worked my ass off to get you in this position.”
107. “Grab my hand!”
108. “No, listen to me.”
109. “I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”
110. “There’s no shame in taking a step back.”
111. “I’ll kill you, you sick bastard. I’ll killyou, you’re a fucking monster who deservesto die.”
112. “Is that… a dog?” “No, Its a fucking horse. Of course its a dog, dumbass.”
113. “I walked here to you in the rain, this is how much I love you.”
114. “You are quite the mystery, aren’t you?”
115. “Let go of me!” “I’m barely touching you!!”
116. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”
117. “Do you believe in love?”
118. “Put me down!”
119. “You’re so small, it’s adorable.”
120. “Look, this isn’t a guilt-trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you.”
121. “We can’t be friends anymore.”
122. “Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you!”
123. “Don’t you dare touch him/her.”
124. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
125. “Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you.”
126. “They say less is more, but when have I lived by that?”
127. “Hey, don’t touch anything. I don’t know how stable it all is.”
128. “I hate how you’ve made me broken.”
129. “I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just at life in general.” “I can make that sexually.
130. “This isn’t one of my more subtle plans, but considering how long it’s been since I ate or drank or slept, I think I’m doing pretty good.”
131. “If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.”
132. “Do you ever shut up?”
133. “You’re such an ass!” “But a fine looking one, yes?”
134. “You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
135. "Since when did you become a badass?”
136. “I don’t know why, but I think I’m in love with you.”
137. “Holy shit! You’re bleeding!”
138. “I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”
139. “If anyone could have saved me, it would have been you.”
140. “Everyone has a breaking point.”
141. “I refuse to play along with this. No thank you, go away.”
142. “What now?” “I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d live this long.”
143. “They might not want you, but I understand you, and- well, I like who you are and I want you. Please don’t believe what they say.”
144. “Are you done staring?”
145. “Never let go.”
146. “You broke your promise, you can’t come back from that.”
147. “Hey, are you awake?”
148. “I love how we all use affectionate pet names and flirt with one another. It’s nice, having such a close knit group of friends, you know?” “Okay but have you considered: fuckpile.”
149. “Stay here, I’m gonna go get help.”
150. “Despite what you think, I can actually express emotions just like any other person.”
151. “I’m so sorry-” “Then why would you do that to me?! You betrayed me!”
152. “It happened again.”
153. “I don’t like you, but for some reason you make me feel fuzzy.”
154. “Can I kiss you?”
155. “I don’t want to be okay without you.”
156. “Me? What about you?”
157. “Oh shit, okay. I’m gonna toss you over my shoulder and book it okay, no way I’m trying to fight these fools. Don’t bleed out onto my back, ‘kay?”
158. “I’ve been thinking about you. More specifically, where you fit in my future.”
159. “I didn’t ever think I’d fall for someone like you.”
160. “Stop fighting!”
161. “Don’t ever talk to me ever again.”
162. “Please, just give me a break. I’ve been so busy, trying so fucking hard- I’m doing the best I can. Please, please don’t ask more of me.”
163. “I wish I could lovingly craft the words together to describe how angry you make me.”
164. “Looks like we both have detention together.”
165. “It was over when you said goodbye to me.”
166. “I hate school and everyone in it.” “Even me?”“You’re an exception.”
167. “Kiss me.” “No thank you- I don’t want your germs near me at all.”
168. “Oh, fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off.”
169. “Have sex with me.”
170. “Please make me feel alive.”
171. “You’re the only thing that is keeping me on this fucked up world.”
172. “Even on the shittest days, you’re always there to brighten them.”
173. “I love you just the way you are.”
174. “Your stretch marks are like tiger stripes, it makes you look fucking badass.”
175. “Stop asking me if I’m alright. My last answer was ‘no’, why would it change any time soon?”
176. “I will not leave you. No matter how hard it gets or how rough things are, I will always be here. I will not leave you.”
177. “You are such a fucking cliché.”
178. “Stay close to me.”
179. “I can’t do everything!”
180. “You’re art.” “But I’m nothing like your art.”
181. “I think I owe you an apology.”
182. “Have you seen-oh”
183. “Did you do that for me?”
184. “That’s a weird way to say ‘I love you’.”
185. “Are you happy?” “Yes, very.” “Good … that’s good. That makes me happy.”
186. “Sorry to interrupt but you need to move your hands away from him/her before we have a problem.”
187. “When I first met you, I thought nothing of you, now you mean everything to me.”
188. “Please, I can’t live without you.”
189. "Surprise!”
190. “You told me it wasn’t my fault, so why are you blaming me now?”
191. “Shut up!” “Make me.”
192. “I’ll fucking kill him/her.”
193. “Are you jealous?”
194. “Are you flirting with me?”
195. “You know me better than I know myself.”
196. “What do you do when you realise you might not be the good guy?”
197. "Are you so oblivious to the fact that I’m in love with you? Or do you choose to ignore it?”
198. “Every night I’m with you, I just fall more in love.”
199. “The world could be ending right now, but it wouldn’t matter as long as I’m with you.”
200. “I like that you’re broken, like me. Makes me feel like I’m not alone.”
Summary: Based on Breakfast With the Moon by Powfu
Word count: 3,736 (this has to be my favorite thing I’ve ever written!)
Warnings: mentions of drugs, alcohol, spiking a drink, stealing, his abusive father
She wants me, I know it, even tho’ I’m broken. When she looks at me, I see that she’s also hopeless.
You cuddled into JJ’s chest, your fingers lightly tracing cursive letters on his chest in hope’s to calm him down. He showed up at your front door after he had a horrible fight with his father. You could immediately tell from his eyes that he felt broken, but you were right by his side to help him slowly pick himself up piece by piece.
“Y/N?” You looked up at JJ, his index finger tracing your jawline. Without comprehending it, you leaned into his touch. His eyes looked into yours, as if he were reading your thoughts. “You know how important you are to me, right?” You nodded your head, “yeah.” Your voice just above a whisper.
I notice her emotion flowin’ out, her heart is open because she trust me (I think she loves me)
JJ shifted in his spot, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t lie to me y/n/n.” You sighed, already feeling the tear sting your eyes. You were never one to openly talk about your struggles, only knowing people pitied you after you told them. But it was different with JJ, he understood what you were going through.
He wasn’t the kind to apologize, or say how you didn’t deserve to go through that you were going through. He was the kind to give you advice on how to overcome these feelings. The type of person who wouldn’t judge you after admitting things you’ve done. You trusted him with everything in you.
I hold her close with passion, imagining what could happen. She acting like a bandage, she healing all my damage.
You sat on the couch with Kie, talking about how your days went before JJ stormed through the front door. You furrowed your eyebrows at the boy who bantly ignored his friends, marching into his room and slamming the door shut.
Without hesitating, you got up from your spot, excusing yourself before walking in front of his door. You softly knocked, calling his name. When you got no response, you opened the door a crack to see his body face down, shaking as he cried into the bed. You quickly entered and shut the door after you, sitting next to his body.
He scooted forward, resting his head in your lap, hands squeezing your thighs as he cried. Your fingers combed their way through his hair, quietly humming a soft tune to calm him down. “I hate him. I fucking hate him.” He sobbed into your lap, tears dropping onto your skin. “Hey, hey look at me.” You mumbled.
JJ lifted his head up slightly, your heart ached at his red eyes. “You’re almost there sweetie. Once you turn 18 you can move out of there and never have to see him again If you don’t want to. I’ll even help pay for you to move out. It kills me to see the pain he puts you through everyday. You’re almost free, baby. You just have to keep fighting, okay?” Your words eased the hurt in his chest.
You scooted down to be face to face with him. He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close to him. “I’m right here. You’re safe.” You mumbled against his chest.
Yeah she’s the one I’ve been waiting for to land on my planet. Unlike them other girls she got my back and she won’t stab it.
JJ sat at a table at the wreck, checking the time on his phone every other minute. He had been waiting for his date to show up, only for her to never show. He waited there for 40 minutes before leaving the restaurant.
He showed up at your front door, his hands awkwardly in his pockets due to his embarrassment of being stood up. “Hey!” You welcomed him with a grin, inviting him inside the house. “How’d the date go?” You asked him as he sat himself down on your couch.
“It didn’t.” He pursued his lips together, your eyebrows furrowed together. “She never showed up.” He bit his tongue, hating at the sound of him admitting it. Your mouth dropped open, immediately wanting to fight the girl who stood him up.
You thought for a moment before grabbing your purse and car keys. You held your hand out for him to grab, earning a questioning look from him. “Come on,” you nudge your head, “I’m taking you on a date."
His heart skipped a beat at your words. He quickly held onto your hand as you led him to your car, making sure to open the passengers side door for him. It was times like this where JJ felt blessed to have you in his life.
This is true love, no there’s not a plot twist. Knowing what she’s thinking, yes I’m friends with her conscience
You laid on your bed, curled up in a ball due to your cramps making your body ache with every move you made. Your bedroom door busted open, making you nearly fall off the bed.
JJ marched to your bed with a McDonalds bag and soda in his hand. He sat himself down next to you, pulling a pill bottle from the bag. "I went to get you ibuprofen for your cramps but I figured you would want food as well. I got a 50 pack of mcnuggets with honey mustard sauce and a coke.” You bite your bottom lip as you grinned carefully sitting up. “I love you JJ Maybank.” You exhaled, grabbing everything out of his hands.
You scooted over, patting the spot next to you. JJ sat down with his legs crossed, his hand taking a nugget from the box. You threw your head back, taking the pill to help ease the pain. Resting your head on his shoulder, you shoved a chicken nugget into your mouth. “You always know what I’m thinking, Maybank. You’re the best.”
Clearing out my toxins every time we talkin’. Kiss me in the dark, middle of our movie watching.
“I swear it’s like every time I go home it’s like he puts a 500 pound rock on my chest.” JJ exhaled, rubbing his eyes with his fist. “But that’s why you’re always welcomed here. I hate seeing you this stressed J.” You mumbled into his chest.
You two were hanging out in your room, lights off with Finding Nemo playing in the background. “Everytime I come here it’s like a weight is lifted off my chest. I love talking to you because you understand me. You like, I don’t know, you detox my mind.”
You looked up at him, his eyes trained on yours. As if JJ had the power to read minds, he read yours and began to lean in. Your heartbeat picked up speed as his hand cupped the side of your face. Holding onto his wrist, you guided him towards you, your grip loosening as he kissed you.
You the best thing and everything a friend could be. You got my heart locked up, I could never leave.
You danced in the moonlight with Kie, your body swaying to the music that played near you two. The group decided to throw a Kegger, just because they all wanted to have fun. Kie got pulled away by some touron as a hand tapped your shoulder.
Turning around, you saw there was no one there. Shrugging your shoulders, you turned back around to see a brunette boy, eyeing your body down. “Y/N! Hey, I missed you!” JJ’s familiar voice filled your ears. You turned around and got enveloped in a hug by the blonde. “The guy spiked your drink.” He whispered in your ear.
The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You turned away from the stranger and walked hand in hand with JJ away from the party. You flung the liquid out of the cup, throwing the cup in the trash. He led you to an isolated, broken tree stump that you two sat on.
“Thank you for warning me.” You mumbled, looking at the moonlight that reflected off the waves. “Of course. You’re my girl, I gotta protect you.”
Staying up late at night when we textin’. My plate’s full, but time with you I’ll keep on spending.
Your eyes snapped open at the sound of your phone going off. Picking it up, your eyes squinted as you grinned to see JJ texted you a tweet he saw.
Clicking the tweet, you nearly laughed as you read it in your mind. ‘Craving a hug is worse than craving sex because you can masturbate but you can’t hug yourself and that’s some real shit lmao.’
'Is that your way of telling me you need a hug?’ You texted him, checking to see the time was 4:31 a.m. He immediately read your message, three dots appearing on your screen. 'Maybe… I have ice cream for you if you do.’ You threw your sheets off of your body, not caring you were wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts.
'On my way hoe.’ You texted back before sliding on your flip flops and sneaking out your window to your car. Speeding off to JJ’s house, you parked down the block before walking to his backyard.
You knocked on his window before pulling the screen up and crawling in. JJ stood in the center of his room with a wide grin on his face, a tub of ben and Jerry’s in one hand and two spoons in the other.
He put both items down as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He hugged you tightly, lifting you off the floor and spinning you around. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his arms adjusted themselves. He walked over to his bed, sitting against the headboard. You remained in his lap, your legs on both sides of his lap. Your hands entangled themselves in his hair, his hand on the arch of your back.
You were about to pull away before his grip tightened. “Not yet. I don’t wanna let go just yet.” He mumbled.
I hate it when you’re not with me. 'Cause it feels like something’s missing.
You had left the Outer Banks for a trip to visit a college out of state. You knew you weren’t going to a college outside of your home, you just went to please your parents.
You were gone for a week. However to JJ that felt like a whole month and he was aching for you to come back. The entire week he has never felt more stressed. He felt like something big was missing out of his days. He wanted to call you, but he feared he would bother you.
Without telling him you were home, you called his number. It rang 3 times before he picked up. “Y/N! You’re alive!” His voices yelled from the other side of the line. “Yes I’m alive and on my way to your house.”
“Oh-shit!” JJ yelled before you heard a loud thumping sound. “You fell off your bed didn’t you?” You asked him, driving down the streets. His dad’s car was thankfully gone, allowing you to pull in. Quickly exiting your car, you slammed your door shut.
Walking into his house, he nearly tackled you to the floor in a hug. “Wow, hi!” You laughed as he hugged you, rocking your bodies side to side. “That felt like the longest week of my life.”
I'ma show you everything and everything I hide behind. Tell you my whole story, I can take you back to '99.
JJ was currently asleep at your side, your legs intertwined. He asked if he could sleep over after his dad threw a fit after taking drugs.
Your eyes never left his face as you remembered the first time JJ opened up to you about his abusive father. It was one night, 3 years ago. He showed up on your doorstep in the pouring rain, a fresh bruise on his face and a cut lip.
He tried to say he got caught up in a fight with a Kook, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that it wasn’t the truth. You didn’t beg him to tell you, you knew he had his own life and you didn’t want to pry. He loved that about you and knew it was time to tell you everything.
From how his mom left when he was young, then how his father became a drug addict and alcoholic. He brought up the first time he had been beaten, he was only 11 which broke your heart. He told you that acting like he was fine and just got into it with a Kook was easier than explaining about his dad.
Loving you’s a sequence, keeps my heart beating. I'ma keep you warm even if it means I’m freezing.
You and JJ went to the movie theater, celebrating your birthday together. He had managed to sneak you two into the Kook cinema that had working air conditioning and reclining seats.
He took you out to see a new movie, knowing that would make you happy. You told him you were gonna pay for food, but he stopped you before you could go up to the register. “I got it.” Was all he said before taking your hand and leading you to the right room.
He took you to the back row knowing that was your favorite spot. He shifted in his seat, pulling bags of snacks out of the hem of his pants and anywhere else he could hide it. You giggled to yourself quietly, your mouth dropping as he pulled a hoagie out of his pant leg.
“Shut the fuck up.” You whispered, high fiving him as he set out the food. You pulled up the arm rest that sat between you two, scooting closer to him.
His arm immediately found its place around your shoulder, pulling you close as he ate half of the hoagie.
Your body shivered as you pulled JJ closer to you. He looked down at you, “are you cold?” “A little but it’s-” before you could finish your sentence, he was already taking his sweatshirt off and handing it to you. “Aren’t you gonna be cold?” He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t care. That just means you’ll have to be the one who gives the cuddles.” You laughed quietly, slipping his sweatshirt on before opening your arms towards him.
He leaned down, resting his head on your chest as he laid down. His arms slid around your waist, his eyes fluttering shut as you kissed his forehead.
Used to act reckless, then I met you. We both eatin’ breakfast underneath the moon.
Kiara had told you this story countless times, she would tell you the story of how JJ used to steal from stores, used to sleep with girls all the time, used weed and alcohol as a coping mechanism, but everything stopped as soon as you stepped into the picture.
You didn’t know he was doing those things until he admitted it to you the same night he opened up about his father. He wanted you to know how much of a positive impact you’ve made on him, and he appreciates you so much.
It all changed one night after you and JJ had spent the night at John B’s. JJ was in the kitchen making pancakes at 3 in the morning. You hadn’t gotten any sleep, so you got out of bed and sat yourself down on the counter. “Morning sunshine.” He grinned at you, flipping the pancake in the air to catch it in the pan again. “Morning handsome. What’s with the breakfast foods?” You asked, eyeing the raw batter.
“I got hungry!” He said, pouring yet another spoonful of batter onto the pan. “I mean… are you gonna need help eating those?” You shyly pointed to the stack of pancakes. “I made them just for you.” He winked. He gathered the whip cream from the fridge and the syrup from the cabinet as the final one was cooking. An idea popped into your head. “I’ll be right back!” You called out to him.
You went into the closet and pulled out the old Christmas lights from a box. You grabbed two pillows and a large blanket as well. You walked outside and set up the lights along the trees, turning them on to see the beautiful colored bulbs light up. You put the pillows on one of the hammocks, laying the blanket to the side.
You dragged a wooden table put from one of the corners of the backyard to the front of the hammock where the food could go. You scattered back inside and stopped him before he could go into the backyard. “Stop! Give me the food and stay right here.” He hesitated before passing you everything you needed to complete the surprise.
Placing everything in its spot, you ran back inside, “okay I need you to trust me.” You said before covering his eyes with your hands. You led him out the backyard and right towards the hammock. “And here!” You smiled, uncovering his eyes. He stood there in awe as he looked up to the lights and the cute decorations.
“How did you do this in the span of 3 minutes?” He asked, sitting down in the hammock, passing you a plate stacked with pancakes from the table. “I have my ways.” You winked. JJ looked up from his spot, looking at the full moon that hovered above them. “Here’s to eating breakfast underneath the moon.” He raised his fork that had a chunk of pancake on it. You raised your, clinking the metal. “To eating breakfast underneath the moon.”
People think we crazy from the stupid things we do. I love it when you’re weird, 'cause I know I’m weird too.
You leaned back in your chair at the Wreck, Kie and Pope sitting at your sides, JJ and John be in front of you. “Kie, your father is a blessing.” You complimented her father after he gave the group free food. The restaurant was empty since it was 10 p.m. only leaving the group and Kie’s father. You stood up from your seat, collecting the plates and any garbage from their seats, helping clean up.
JJ got up from his spot, lifting his shirt up past his abs. “I have approximately 5 food babies in my stomach.” Your cheeks flushed pink as you quickly looked away. “Y/N! Come here.” You walked over to him, he watched as you, waiting for you to mimic him. You jokingly rolled your eyes before lifting your shirt up past your stomach. He reached his stomach forward to touch yours. “Our food babies will now become one.” You said, ignoring the weird looks from your friends.
“What?” JJ asked, rolling his shirt back down. “You guys are fucking weird.” Pope laughed. “You’re just jealous you’re not having a food baby with us.” You flipped your hair over your shoulder, placing your hands on JJ’s stomach. “We should get maternity pictures like this.” JJ stood behind you with his hands on your stomach, his fingers forming a heart.
Yeah, that’s just how we live, acting like some kids. Running with the bugs through the grass in the mist.
“Y/N I know we told John B we would go help him with the boat but can we PLEASE stop at this playground. There are no kids and it’s been like 20 years since I’ve been on a playground.” You chuckled at him, “JJ, first off you’re 16, and yeah yeah I’m going!”
You parked in the lot, JJ jumping out of the car before you even stopped. You easily hopped out of the car, JJ grabbing your hand as you ran through the grass. The night before it thunder stormed, and it was 90° that day, causing a light miss to fill the air. You laughed loudly with him, finding your ways to the swingset. You sat on the swing as JJ stood behind and pushed you to get started.
You two had a bet on who could jump farther once you both had reached a high enough swing. “Ready? One, two, three!” You two jumped off the swing at the same time JJ landed just a few inches farther than you. “Ughhhhhh.” You groaned, immediately stopping.
“There’s a ladybug on your chest.” You laughed, pointing to the small red insect. JJ carefully placed his hand near it, watching the delicate bug crawl onto his finger tips. You two watched it crawl on his hand before another one landed on your arm. You held your arm up to JJ’s hand, the lady bugs getting together before flying off his hand. “That was the cutest thing ever.”
Girl I’ll give you everything, that’s my final offer. I can be your knight, protect you from the monsters.
Your eyes snapped open at the sound of a ding coming from your phone. You opened the message to see it was from JJ.
Hi Y/N!!!! I’m not gonna lie, I’m extremely high right now, but I just wanted to get this off my chest because I’ve been wanting to say it FOREVER! I really fucking like you. I’ve liked you since the day I first met you and God, everyday with you is adventure within itself. you are my rock and I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. You have been by my side through so much and given me memories I’ll never forget. I want to call you my girlfriend. I want to be able to show you off and call you my girl. I wanna give you everything I can. I’ll be like, like your knight in shining armor. I’ll protect you from bad guys and I’ll kiss you whenever you want attention. I just want to be with you because I hate it when you’re not with me. it just feels like something’s missing and I hate it. Let me call you mine and I’ll never say goodbye.
You beamed brightly as your eyes skimmed his text. Your thumb hovered over his contact before calling him. “JJ? Hey listen, I’m all yours."
Request: hey! I was wondering if you could do 36, 52, and 96 with Kiara? Like her house got broken into or sm and she comes to you all shaken up? thank u!
(Not my gif! Credit to the owner!)
Summary: Kie arrives at your house, shaken up and wounded. You take care of her, letting her know she’s gonna be okay.
Word count: 775
Warnings: blood, burglary, and mentions of a knife.
Prompts:
36. “Hey–I accidentally cut my hand, I think I need to go to the hospital. Can you drive me? … Why are you looking at me like that? There’s not even that much blood!”
52. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
96. “Here, take my blanket.”
You jumped off of the sofa when someone began pounding their fist repeatedly on the front door. You checked through the peephole to see Kiara.
You let her in and she immediately slammed the door shut. "Hey Kie.” You welcomed her, noticing how she was holding her left wrist, your eyes switching to drops of blood falling on the floor. “Kie?” You whispered. She furrowed her eyebrows at you, “hmm?” You pointed to her bloody hand and she nervously laughed. You grabbed a blanket and threw it over her wound, applying pressure. “Here, take my blanket."
"Oh right funny story. I accidentally cut my hand, I think I need to go to the hospital. Can you drive me- why are you looking at me like that? There’s not even that much blood!” Kiara mumbled, clearly in shock, her laugh faltering. Your eyes glazed over at the amount of pain and fear written in her eyes.
“Kie you’re soaking through the fucking blanket! Go get in the car I’m coming.” You gave her your keys as you grabbed medical tape and gauze. On the way to the hospital you were rambling and so was Kiara about how it happened. You made Kie wrap her hand up in gauze as you drove.
“So funny story actually so some guys tried to break into my house and I was holding a knife panicking in the bathroom and I called the cops and they said just get out of the house and run for safety so I jumped out the second story bathroom window and I totally forgot to let go of the knife and I landed weird slicing my palm open and as I was running I was like okay who can I go to and then I realized you feel like my safe haven and I immediately ran over to your house. So anyway how was your day Y/n?" She spoke one sentence, not breathing until she finished.
You held onto her non injured hand. "It’s okay Kie, we’re almost there.” You sighed, mentally thanking God that it was only her hand that got injured.
You pulled into the hospital parking lot and made your way through the doors. You ran, dragging Kie in by her non injured hand into the lobby. “My friend cut herself badly and she needs stitches.”
~Minutes of filling out paperwork and stuff pass by~
Kiara was called in, asking if you could come with her. She was sitting down in a chair, her arm on an armrest. The doctor began to disinfect her wound, “this is gonna hurt.” He spoke as he began to wash her cut with soap and water, dunking a cotton ball into the mixture.
She flinched as soon as the water fell into it. Kie squeezed your hand as pain ran throughout her body. “It’s okay Kie, you’re almost done.” Once the doctor finished with cleaning it, he began to stitch it up. Kiara was rarely one to cry in instances like this, but it hurt more than she could take.
You swiped away tears that escaped her eyes, pressing a comforting kiss to the side of her head. After a few minutes, Kie’s hand was stitched up and in a brace. She paid the bill and left the hospital. You drove by her house to see police cars lined up, men you could assume were the burglars being stuffed into the back of the police cars.
“Can I stay the night with you?” She mumbled.
“No need to ask Kie, of course you can.” You placed your hand on her knee, Kie’s hand immediately holding in with hers. The ride back was awfully quiet, you didn’t know what to say and she was still in shock. Mostly annoyed with herself that she got himself injured, that she didn’t protect her house. It was a moment of panic.
You pulled up in your driveway, turning off the engine and slumped back into the seat. “Come on hun, you need some sleep.” Opening the front door, you kicked your shoes off and led her to your bedroom. Kiara changed out of her clothes, you gave her an extra pair of Pjs she leaves at your house.
Kiara laid on her side as she snuggled into your bed, carefully resting her injured hand on the pillow. You laid down next to her, her fingers accidentally touching her arm As your fingers made contact with her skin, she subtly flinched. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
Kie relaxed, nestling herself in between your arms, pressing a kiss to your cheek as a thank you. “Goodnight Kie."
Summary: you and JJ meet once again after a harsh break up.
Word count: 1,982
Warnings: cheating, angst underage drinking, implied sex at the end. I do NOT condone the action of going back to someone who cheated.
You sat alone in a booth at a local restaurant, diagonal from where your friend Nicole sat with an unfamiliar boy. You had offered to ‘be a look out’ for the girl when she brought up how her friends had helped her get a blind date. Nicole had the fear that she might embarrass herself or something might go south, so you decided to lend a helping hand to calm her down.
You subtly flicked your eyes up and down from the menu to your friend as a waitress came up to you. “What can I get you hun?"
"Just a vanilla milkshake and fries please.” The lady nodded and took the menu from your hands. You reached inside of your bag and pulled out your notebook. Finding a pen, you began to mindlessly draw little doodles of whatever came to mind.
You were actually enjoying the peace and quiet until the front door bell chimed. Before you could react, JJ Maybank took the spot right across from you. “Can I help you?” You scoffed, closing the notebook.
“Nope. I’m helping my friend out and it looks like you happen to be doing the same thing for your friend too.” JJ said, looking behind his shoulder to see his friend give him a thumbs up. You rolled her eyes, defensively crossing your arms.
“Okay, well how about you move to the other booth where you can 'help’ by yourself.” JJ dramatically put his hand to his heart, “does Y/F/N Y/L/N not want to spend time with me?” “The last time I was near you it didn’t end well.” You hissed. JJ immediately got quiet as the waitress came up to deliver your order.
“Oh! Would you like anything dear? On the house for the couple!” The waitress smiled, “oh no we’re not-” “actually I would love a hamburger and a chocolate milkshake please!” JJ grinned. “Coming right up."
"Seriously JJ why can’t you just sit somewhere else?” You asked as you dipped a fry into the milkshake. JJ furrowed his eyebrows as he watched you take a bite. “What? It’s good.” You defended.
“See I could, but Steve made me promise to help him out. And now I get to talk to you which is exactly what I want to be doing on my Friday night.” Sarcasm dropped from his voice as you bite your tongue.
“Well you can leave. You never were good at keeping promises anyway.” You seethed, taking the cherry out of the milkshake and popping into your mouth. JJ became quiet once more as the sudden flashback hit him.
Flashback:
2 years. 2 years was all it took for something so positive and bright, to turn into something dead. 2 years was all it took for JJ Maybank to own, and then break your heart.
You two had been dating for a full two years, both of you guys admitting you were in love. Making promises that you two couldn’t keep. One of them being, 'I’ll always love you.'
JJ broke that the minute his lips touched some tourons at an end of the year school party. You had lost sight of your boyfriend in the middle of the party after telling him you were going to the bathroom. It took you 10 minutes to find him with the unknown girl.
“Have you seen- oh.” Your words slipped your mind as you saw a boy and girl break away from a kiss. Only to reveal that face that made your heart break. “I better… I better g-go.” You stumbled over your words, your legs moving as fast as they could out of that house and far away from JJ.
You didn’t know what to do, what to think, how to act, what to say, everything just became numb. Like someone had just ripped your heart from your chest, and dangled it in front of your face as if it were mocking you. So you just ran, and ran all the way to your house. Dried tears stained your face as you were panting, on the verge of passing out.
Your mind felt fuzzy, as if it were an old TV and an antenna was knocked loose, like all you heard was static and a ringing. You shook your head frantically as you paced in the living room. A rapid knock echoed in the silent room as you let out a sob. You slowly walked to the door, your hand shaking as it hesitantly reached out.
You twisted the handle and pulled the door open to reveal a frantic JJ. “Y/N please let me-” “Don’t even fucking start JJ.” You said, cautiously backing away from the door. JJ walked into the house as he tried to grab hold of your wrists.
You pulled your wrists back from JJ’s grip as you began to have trouble breathing. “You fucking kissed some random girl. Who knows what the fuck would’ve happened if I didn’t walk into that room.” You mumbled to yourself as your head began to ache.
“Y/N you know I wouldn’t do that!” “When you’re in a relationship you don’t fucking kiss somebody else! I didn’t think you’d do that yet here we are!” You raised your voice as you paced again.
“Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious I’m in love with you!” JJ yelled back, causing you to flinch, his breath smelled of alcohol. Your eyes suddenly fell to the ground, afraid to look at him without breaking down.
“You need to leave,” your voice wavered, “you need to leave and not come back. You can’t look at me. You can’t speak my name. You can’t have anything to do with me, Maybank. We’re fucking done.” You breathed out, feeling as though you had a boulder crushing your body.
“Y/N. I made you a promise that I’d love you, please let me keep going with that promise.” JJ begged, his eyes burning harshly with tears. “You broke your promise, you can’t come back from that.”
JJ let out a sigh as his head slumped down, forcing his legs to walk out the front door, and out of your life.
Memory over.
“Look, this isn’t a guilt trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you.” JJ said, fidgeting with his fingers. You sighed as you swirled the straw around the milkshake. “I don’t dislike you as a human, I fucking despise what you did to me.” You admitted.
“I’ve changed Y/N. I haven’t been with any other girl, I haven’t spoken with that other girl since then. Please just give me a break. I’ve been busy trying so fucking hard. I’m doing the best I can. Please, please don’t ask more of me.” JJ frowned, his leg now anxiously tapping.
You let out a scoff, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You missed being with JJ, you missed him so damn much, but you didn’t want to admit it. Your eyes flickered to your friend who was standing up and giving Steve a kiss on the cheek.
Their date was over, but you and JJ sat firmly in the booth. “Let me just drive you home like the good days, just hear me out.” JJ begged. You cracked your knuckles, a habit you gained after the break up. “Fine. But so help me Maybank if you fuck it up you will never, I repeat ever come speak to me again.” JJ let out a breath of relief and thanked you.
You couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of luck when he offered, glad that you chose to walk to the diner. You two sat in silence for a bit of the ride before JJ turned on the radio. 'Wonderwall’ by Oasis played through the sound system, memories of this song hitting you in the face like a brick.
JJ began to obnoxiously shout the lyrics like he would when you guys went on drives together. He would roll the windows down, blast the volume and just let it all out. At first you were annoyed with the boy, but as soon as he nudged you with his elbow you began shouting the lyrics as well. At that moment, things felt normal. Like nothing bad happened between them, and that scared you shitless.
When the song ended, JJ turned down the volume and began to speak, “you know, I never took your school photo out of my wallet. It’s still there. And every night after… we broke up, I would just look at it and cry. Because I drank and I ended up losing the best thing I ever got in life. And believe me I know drinking is no excuse for what I did. I lost the one person that understood me more than my other friends, than myself. And I fucked it all up. And I know I can’t take back what I did. Saying sorry won’t change the hurt I made you feel. But I want you to know I’m truly trying my best to be a different person than who I was before.” His voice was shaking as he found it hard to look at the road.
“I can try to forgive you Maybank, but that night has been burned into my memory. And it’s gonna take a lot of time before I can forget it.” You mumbled, looking out the window watching the trees zoom by.
“I’d wait 100 years if it meant that you would talk to me again.” JJ muttered as he pulled into your driveway. “Do you.. want to come in? And like, catch up?” You wanted to punch yourself in the face for your offer, but again you couldn’t deny how much you missed him.
JJ was shocked at your words, his mouth slightly open as he nodded his head. You walked into your house and to your luck, nobody was home.
You guys sat in your room, silence filling the air once again. You walked over to a picture frame on the desk and picked it up. The picture was of JJ after he had fallen asleep with his head in your llap. “Remember this night?” You asked as he looked over your shoulder.
“Yeah. I came over to make cupcakes for John B’s birthday but we ended up just throwing flour and eggs at each other.” JJ laughed loudly, remembering how he would find flour in his hair and ears for days after. “Then we sat on the couch and you laid your head in my lap. I played with your hair until you fell asleep and you snored so loud.” You smiled at the memory.
“God I fucked up.” He whispered. “Yeah. Yeah you did. When you sat across from me in the booth I wanted to flip my shit. I wanted to go off on you and say something like, 'oh fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off.’ I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me.” You confessed.
“Damn Y/N. I- I don’t even know what to say.” JJ said as you faced him. You couldn’t help but stare at his lips, the lips you craved so desperately. You hated yourself for this. You hated yourself for making this move, but you leaned in anyway and kissed him. You were taken back at your actions, but your knees nearly buckled at his touch.
JJ gently held the side of your face as he pulled back. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, his words echoing in your head. “I’m desperate. And I’m pretty sure you are too. This is a one time thing until you gain my trust back. But for now, just shut up and have sex with me.”
Summary: Friends with benefits; Two friends who trust each other enough to engage in sexual activity without fear of hurting the other’s feelings.
Word count: 1,912
Warnings: Mentions fwb, sex, and underage drinking.
You rested on your stomach, textbook in front of you as John B joined your side. You two had been chosen to be partners for a Chemistry class project, but neither of you two had actually paid enough attention to figure out what you two we’re doing.
You guys sat in silence for a minute before you exhaled loudly. “What’s with the sigh?” You ground loudly, flipping yourself over and laying on your back.
“It’s my senior year. I should be out in the world not giving a single fuck about anything, but I’m stressed out of my mind and I have no clue how to get rid of it.” You ranted, grabbing the nearest pillow and screaming into it. John B looked at you with a confused look. “What? I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just at life in general.” “I can make that sexually.” He said, earning a smack from the pillow.
“Therapy?” “Tried.” “Painting?” “Tried.” “Going to the gym?” “Ha! You’re fucking funny.” John B remained quiet for a second before coming up with something. “Have you tried just hooking up with someone? You know, like a friends with benefits type thing."
Your head snapped up from it’s spot as you stared at the boy with a dumbfounded look. "I’m sorry?” “Well it’s just, if you need to release tension, shit like that helps a lot.” John B said as he suddenly felt idiotic for bringing the idea up. You sat there for a moment, trying to process his words. “Okay but even if I wanted to I don’t know who would even want to."
John B’s index finger pointed to his face as you observed his gesture. "Really?and why would you want to be friends with benefits?” “I get stressed too, I help you out, you help me out.” You considered his offer for a moment before agreeing on his idea.
“Okay. But we have to make a guideline.” You negotiated, ripping out a piece of paper from the notebook. Now it was John B’s turn to roll his eyes.
“First rule, we do not tell a single soul about this.” You said, grabbing your pen and scribbling the words down. “Okay, okay. Second rule, we call each other whenever we need a release. Whenever and wherever.” “No hooking up with anyone else unless either of us get
a boyfriend/girlfriend.” He thought aloud.
You nodded your head, writing his words down quickly. “And the last one,” you two looked at each other as you spoke in unison, “no feelings.” You held the pen out towards him, giving you a questioning look. “What? We gotta make this shit official."
John B let out a chuckle as he took the pen from your hand and scribbled his name. Returning the pen to you, he adjusted himself so he was resting against the headboard. You quickly signed it, closing the notebook shut.
John B sighed softly before looking at youm "You stressed?” You quickly rose up from your spot, your legs resting on both sides of him as you straddled his lap. “You have no idea.” His hands trailed up your back, one hand staying on your thigh and gently rubbing it. The other was wrapped tightly around your waist.
Your lips met halfway, he sighed in relief at the feeling of someone else’s lips. The kiss was fierce and rushed, both of you wasting no time in getting your stress out.
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You guys had this ‘relationship’ going for the last 5 months. Almost every other day you called each other. It was an odd thing for you to do. You had done it before in the past, but sex with John B was something else. There were nights where the type would change, he would take control for most of the time. Angry sex, sex in the living room, car sex, anything he wanted to do, you two did.
However, as time went on the feelings John B had began to change. He wanted to spend more time with you, and not just hook up. He wanted to find out more things about you, watch movies with you, be able to kiss you in public whenever he wanted. The at first sloppy sex slowly morphed into passionate sex. He noticed and it scared him shitless. He loved every moment he spent with you and he didn’t want that to change.
He was mad at himself. That was the third rule and he broke it. He never expected it to happen, but when it did it slapped him right across the face.
You two were lying there naked, sheets covering your bare chests. You were fast asleep, your body facing him. He took in the tiny details about you, everything that he could. How sometimes your eyelashes flutter. How you’ll snore sometimes. How he rests his hand on your cheek and you unknowingly lean into his touch. He buried this hole too deep and he can’t get out.
You both were currently at your friend Angela’s party, drunk teens were horribly dancing in the living room, couples were hooking up in the bedrooms and bathrooms. John B was drinking a shot of vodka as he saw you walk by, a red plastic solo cup in your hand. “Hey Routledge!” You winked at the boy who shyly drank from his cup.
A classmate of his walked up to John B, “Hey, what’s with you and that Y/L/N chick?” The boy asked, nudging John B’s shoulders. He smirked at his classmate leaning closer to him, “we’re friends with benefits!” John B exclaimed, clearly tipsy and not knowing the words that are spilling out of his mouth.
The classmate smirked at the intoxicated teen, giving JB a high five, congratulating him. You were out in the backyard enjoying the night sky with Sarah Cameron.you two were laughing after watching someone run and fall into the pool.
The fun was quickly ruined as the classmate stood in front of you guys. “So Y/N, I heard you help release stress from my good old friend John B. How about you help me out?” Your face dropped in shock, the cup falling from your hand. “I’m sorry?” You asked, pretending not to understand what he was talking about.
“Oh yeah. But real shit, whenever I need something I’ll give you a call.” The boy sent you a wink before licking his lower lip and walking away. You stared at the ground in shock. “Are you okay?” “I don’t know how to answer that.” You admitted.
You stomped out of the backyard and out of the house. Stares, comments and giggles were all you noticed as you made your way through the crowded rooms. Making way to your car, you opened the door and slammed it shut. Your fists pounded down onto the steering wheel, accidentally punching the horn. You crossed your arms and leaned against the wheel. Your head fell against your arms as tears stung your eyes. You were furious at John B, but you were also angry with yourself.
During the time you had been sleeping with John B, you also began to realize how your heart would race a mile a minute with him, even before the physical contact. You had been trying to deny the feelings, 'it’s just sex’ you repeated to yourself over and over after every session. But to you it was something else, and that scared you.
You sped down down the road, the lights blurring from the tears, your cheeks and nose a shade of pink. Your breathing was uneven as you hicupped every now and then. Returning home, you quickly changed out of your clothes into pajamas and laid in bed. That night was the last time you and John B had an interaction for a whole month.
He would call you, but you’d let the answering machine pick up. You’d swerve him when you walked by him in the halls, catching his eye then turning around to walk the other way.
You wanted to distance yourself as much as you could. John B tried his best to apologize after his classmate reminded him that he told your secret that night at the party. He felt absolutely destroyed hearing the rumors that were spreading about you, about you both, he hated it.
Your eyes were sealed shut as you attempted to let sleep overtake your body. It was finally Friday and you just wanted to sleep for 12 hours. The sound of rain hitting your window sounded like heaven to your ears, just pure silence except for that one noise.
A soft tapping sound echoed off the window. Knowing it wasn’t rain, you hesitantly opened your eyes to see John Booker Routledge holding himself as he stood in your backyard, in the pouring rain. His hair was plastered down onto his face. His clothes clung to his body. His eyes were squinted shut in hopes to not get too much water in them.
You quickly got up and pulled him through the window harshly, making him fall to the ground. His skin made a loud slapping noise as he made contact with the hardwood floor. You sighed, rubbing your forehead with the palm of your hand. “Hold on.” You quickly went out of the room and walked back in with a towel. You handed it to him as you sat on the bad, John B standing there as he attempted to dry off.
“Look this isn’t a guilt-trip. I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you.” He started, the towel running through his hair, drops of water flying everywhere. You sighed loudly and pitched the bridge of your nose. “I don’t hate or dislike you. I hate that you spilled what we were to what’s his face at the party. Do you know how many phone calls I’ve gotten of guys asking me to hook up with them? 24."
"What we were?” John B asked softly. “You broke your promise, you can’t come back from that.” You huffed, your eyes not leaving the floor. “It was just a fling.” He lied, not only to you but to himself. “Not to me it wasn’t.” Your voice was just above a whisper.
“What?"
"Throughout the last few months things felt different. It was really fucking weird to think about, but my heart would always just… race when we spent time together. I wanted things to just be more than a fling. But I figured you just wanted it to be just that thing since you came up with the idea.” you admitted. He lightly chuckled as he bent down to be face to face with you.
“Princess. I walked here to you in the rain. This is how much I love you. This,” he pointed his finger between you two, “I want more than a fling. I want to be able to just walk around with you on my arm and just give you all the fucking affection I can give. And I’m sorry about the calls. I’ll make sure people get the notice to-” you cut him off by quickly pressing your lips against his.
He exhaled loudly, your skin suddenly felt as if it were burning. “God I missed you.” He mumbled against your lips as his thumb stroked your cheek. “Show me how much you missed me.” You whispered, pulling the boy onto the bed.
Summary: Based on The Book of You & I by Alec Benjamin
The Book of You & I- Rafe Cameron x fem reader
Summary: Based on
Word count: 2,900
Warnings: Angst, brief nudity mentioned, is kissing a warning?? all together sadness
Disclaimer: The female pronouns have been changed to male since this will be from a girls pov
Flashback in italics
Well, it all began in the back of his car
I was just sixteen, but I fell so hard
You and Rafe Cameron sat in the trunk of his jeep. Rafe had asked you on a date a few days before this, quickly realizing he was falling for you hard and fast.
He drove you two up to the look-out hill, which gave you a beautiful view of the Outer Banks. He decorated the trunk with pillows and small fairy lights, playing music in the background. You were resting your head on his chest, feeling at peace as you listened to his calm heart beat.
It was when he kissed your forehead did you realize you were falling for him just as hard. Every moment you spent with him then you fell harder and harder. He never failed to make you smile and feel loved when you needed it most which you greatly appreciated.
Well, the years went by and he held my heart, but his love ran dry and we fell apart
You and Rafe had been dating for 3 years now. 3 years of going on dates, surprising each other with gifts, going to parties together, mind blowing sex, spending nights together. You thought everything was going beautifully.
However, as time went by everytime you tried to hang out with your boyfriend, he said he was always busy, coming up with excuses on why he couldn’t go out when in reality he was partying with his friends and snorting coke.
I felt him growing distant, I knew his love was shifting
“Why are you constantly up my ass what the fuck is that about lately?!” Rafe screamed in your face. You two were in the middle of an argument after you asked him why he hasn’t been around lately. He snapped at you as soon as you asked.
“Why are you yelling at me?” You raised your voice back, genuinely confused as to why he was acting so hostile towards you. “Because I’m not happy in our relationship anymore!” He screamed, red in the face. Your mouth fell open at his confession, a strong tension filling the room. Your eyes stung with tears, furrowing your eyebrows at him.
“What?” Your voice was barely audible as he kept his stare at the floor, rubbing his hands through his hair.
“I’m not happy anymore. I just- I don’t know I’m not… in love with you anymore.” A sob escaped your lips as you took in his words. You didn’t say anything else to him as you walked out of his bedroom, slamming his door shut. You attempted to collect yourself at least until you were back in your car.
Accidentally bumping into Sarah, your head hung low as you apologized. “Y/N, you okay?” Your eyes met Sarah who softly gasped at your red eyes. Quickly shaking your head, you left the Cameron household, and entered your car. Your fingers gripped your steering wheel until your knuckles turned white.
You inhaled sharply, wiping the tears out of your eyes you sped out of the driveway, your grip never ending up on the wheel.
And all that I could say was, don’t tell me that it’s over, the book of you and I. Now you’ve scribbled out my name and you’ve erased my favorite lines
You cried into your pillows for days on end, avoiding your friends calls and texts, not going to the dinner table to eat with your family, not leaving your bed in general. You sent countless nights, playing back memories in your head of the two of you. You questioned yourself so many times, wondering what you did wrong that made him fall out of love with you.
For the first time in a week you checked your social media. Your thumb hovered over Rafe’s instagram account. Before you could stop yourself you scrolled through his posts, your grip tightening on your phone you saw all of his posts with you were deleted. Biting your tongue, you didn’t hesitate to archive the pictures of you two on your account. Throwing your phone on the end of the bed, you sniffled before clutching onto your pillow.
There were so many chapters that we never got to write, like cereal for dinner and staying up all night.
For your 1 year anniversary, Rafe had bought you tickets to see your favorite band, getting you front row seats. You were forever grateful that Rafe had done that for you, even when you told him he didn’t have to do anything so big.
You and Rafe stood side by side, his arm around your shoulder, your hand resting on his chest. Chills were sent down your spine as the crowd screamed and cheered as the band appeared on stage. Rafe shifted you so you were in front of him, your back against his chest.
You shut your eyes in happiness, listening to the crowd sing along to the lyrics. Letting the feeling of euphoria take over your body, you rested your head on his shoulder, holding his hands in place on your waist.
The concert lasted almost 2 hours, making it 3 a.m. when you two returned back to his house. As soon as the both entered your house, Rafe threw himself on your couch, his body exhausted from all the adrenaline. You giggled at your boyfriend, entering the kitchen to make bowls of cereal. Pouring Fruit loops into two bowls, you added the milk and grabbed two spoons.
Plopping yourself next to Rafe’s head, you shook the cereal box, his head snapping up to look at which one you grabbed. A dorky grin appeared on his face, sitting up and tucking his legs underneath. “You know what to do.” You handed him the remote. He shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth before turning the TV onto Spongebob.
I remember where we started, I remember how you looked
Before Rafe asked you on your first date, he asked you to senior prom. He knew you were a sucker for surprises so he gathered his friends to help lead you to the outside bus dock. There Rafe stood with a glass jar in his hands. You walked up to him and read the sign, ‘be a smartie and take this dum dum to prom!’ In the glass vase was the smarties candies on the bottom, and dum dumb lollipops on top.
Not being able to hold back your smile, you happily said yes to him, earning cheers and whoops from everyone around you.
Once prom actually came around, you never forgot what he looked like. He showed up at your door in a light blue tux, a corsage the color of your dress in his hands. You could easily tell he was nervous, but as soon as he saw you all of his nerves left. “You look… stunning.” He exhaled, truly at a loss for words.
“Thank you! You clean up well.” You joked, your hand skimming across the hems of his tux. His hand delicately cupped the side of your waist. “You truly do look like a princess.”
But now I’m missing bits and pieces from the pages that you took. You didn’t give a reason, I’ll forever wonder why, we never got to finish the book of you and I.
You snuggled into your blankets, letting out a loud sigh. A soft knock echoed from the outside of your door. “Go away mom.” You called out, only to hear another knock and the door opening. You flipped around to see Sarah Cameron standing at the foot of your bed with a box of pizza and plate of cookies.
After you thought you were out of tears, more tears swelled in your eyes at the sight of her. She joined next to you in your bed, holding you in her arms as you sobbed into her chest. Resting her chin on the top of your head, Sarah held you, her heartbreaking to hear your distressed sobs. “Shhh. It’s okay, I got you.” She mumbled.
“He never told me why,” you started as you pulled away from her, wiping your tears on your blankets. “I don’t know what I did wrong.” You mumbled, picking at your fingernails. “Y/N, you did nothing wrong. Rafe is just an asshole, and I am so, so sorry for everything he’s put you through recently."
Sarah slid the box of pizza towards you, a small smile on your face you took a slice and nibbled on the end. "Before I hug you more, I need you to take a shower.” Sarah admitted before grabbing a slice for herself. You immediately dropped the pizza, apologizing before running into the bathroom.
Well, I bought a pen and I turned the page. Then I wrote about how I wish you’d stayed. I said all the things that I never got to say. Maybe when it’s done, I will feel okay.
You sat at your desk, you thumb anxiously clicking the top of the pen. Your mom had bought you a journal to write down everything that you had going on in your mind. She said it would help you at least organize some thoughts instead of having them jumbled together in your head.
You sighed loudly before writing a letter that you knew you’d never send.
Dear Rafe,
God, I never thought I’d be writing this letter. I never thought we would break up. I never expected you to fall out of love with me. Everything just feels… out of place. You were my safe zone, out of everything that was changing in my life you constantly stayed by my side through everything and I loved that about you. I wish you were still with me. I don’t know why after everything you’ve done to me recently, but I miss your touch. I miss the smell of your cologne. I miss your cute nicknames for me. I miss watching Disney movies with you. I miss staying up with you. I miss all of you. I never told you this, but I always pictured us getting married. I pictured you proposing to me after like our 5 year anniversary. We would have two kids, you would get to pick where we’d live. I’d get to change my name to Y/N Cameron. My bed feels empty without you. You were my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first time, my first love, and as much as this hurts now, I am forever grateful you taught me how to love. I love you Rafe Cameron. No matter what.
Love,
Y/N
That he had grown so distant and that his love had shifted. I wish he felt the same.
Sarah finally convinced you to go to the beach with her due to you staying inside for nearly 3 months. You were about to meet Sarah’s boyfriend and his friends for the first time. At first Sarah told you that she could cancel on John B, but you refused and insisted on meeting everyone.
You sat next to her on your towel, letting the sun hit your skin. You couldn’t help but softly grin at the warm feeling. “Guys! Over here!” Sarah called out. A group of teens walked over to you two, welcoming smiles on everyone’s faces. “Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N this is JJ, Kiara, Pope, and my boyfriend John B."
You stood up from your spot and welcomed Sarah’s friends with a smile. Kiara on the other hand pulled you into a tight hug. You let out a surprised laugh, hugging the girl back. Sarah had explained to them that you had just had a rough break up and to stay away from the topic.
"You give really good hugs.” You admitted, releasing the girl.
The day was going beautifully, everyone was swimming or surfing. You finally felt relaxed, like everything is okay. “Hey! Y/N look at this!” John B randomly shouted. Your head snapped towards him, looking at the shell he had in his hands. You observed it before a familiar voice echoed from further down the beach. Your hands dug into the sand, John B looking down at you with pity in his eyes.
“It’s him isn’t it?” He softly nodded his head. You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. JJ appeared by your side, “you want me to teach you how to surf?” Your heart felt warm at his offer. Nodding your head, you followed JJ into the ocean, your eyes not daring to look at Rafe.
Don’t tell me that it’s over, the book of you and I. Now you’ve scribbled out my name and you’ve erased my favorite lines.
After a long day of JJ teaching you how to surf, everybody agreed to get dinner at The Wreck. You jumped out of John B’s van, holding the front door to the restaurant open for your friends. You stepped foot into the dining room, only to pause in your steps.
You didn’t care that you saw Rafe, you cared that you saw some girl under his arm. Your friends saw the color leave your face, all of them shoving back out the front door. You inhaled and exhaled harshly to prevent yourself from crying. “Hey. hey, come here.” Sarah comforted you in her arms, trying your best to maintain your composure. You quickly stepped away from her, “no, no it’s okay. I’m okay,” you lied, shaking your hands out, “I think I just need to go home."
Kiara nodded her head, "I’ll take you home if you want.” You shook your head, “no it’s okay. I’m just gonna walk home.” Sarah’s eyebrows raised up. “Y/N that’s like an 8 mile walk.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I just want to be alone and walking is good. I’ll text you when I get home, okay?” Everyone gave you a hug before watching you walk away from them.
The moment you had your back turned on them, you broke down. How could he have moved on so quickly? Was she just a fling or a new relationship? So many questions in your mind, you knew could not be answered.
There were so many chapters that we never got to write, like cereal for dinner and staying up all night.
Rafe gently nudged your body, “psst. Baby, are you awake?” He whispered. You flipped around and faced him. “I haven’t been able to sleep at all.” You said, your hand immediately finding its place on the side of his face. “Wanna go skinny dipping?” He suggested. You jumped out of his bed as soon as he finished his sentence. He knew you had always wanted to try that, and since his parents were renovating a house that was 6 hours away staying a hotel, he knew this was a perfect time to do it.
You raced him down the stairwell and into his backyard. Quickly stripping, you were left in nothing. You jumped into the water, thankful that the pool lights were off. Rafe jumped in, joining you. You leaned your head back, letting the water sweep through your hair.
Rafe swam up to you, his hands finding your butt as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “I don’t know why we didn’t do this sooner.” You joked, pressing your chest against his. He swiped a stray piece of wet hair away from your eyes, his thumb shifting down to your lips. “Because we both know where this would lead.” His thumb skimmed across your bottom lip, allowing you to open your mouth to kiss it.
I remember where we started, I remember how you looked, but now I’m missing bits and pieces from the pages that you took. You never gave a reason, I’ll forever wonder why, we never got to finish the book of you and I. Don’t tell me, tell me that you’re leaving me. My belly hurts and my heart is hardly beating right, I hate to beg, but I’ll try one last time.
Dear Rafe,
It’s been exactly one year since we broke up. I became friends with some Pogues. I know you’d flip on me if I told you that and we were still together, but they’re treating me better than you have towards the end of our relationship. I’m not gonna lie, I still miss you sometimes, most of the time actually. I’m still confused on why things ended the way they did. You’ve avoided me the entire time, leaving me without a clue and I hate it. I picked at every flaw about myself, trying to figure out if that’s why you left. Do you know how mentally draining that is? God, it fucking sucks. I stopped crying over you though. Yeah it hurts my heart when I see you, but I think I wasted all my tears on you. I really don’t know why I’m even writing to you anymore, I feel like I told you everything I needed to. I used to beg every day and pray every single night to get you back, and it hasn’t happened. But I get it now. You finished our story before I got the chance to finish it myself, and that’s just how love works sometimes. I’ll never forget you Rafe Cameron, but I’ll also never forgive you.
Summary: Based on Death Bed (Coffee for Your Head) by Powfu and Beabadoobe
Word count: 3,181
Warnings: (Lung) Cancer, hospitalization, cursing, sadness, mentions of death, death.
I sobbed writing this I’m not gonna lie
Don’t stay awake for too long, don’t go to bed. I’ll make a cup of coffee for your head, I’ll get you up and going out of bed.
Rafe Cameron sat there in the doctor’s office, his eyes glazed over and his jaw slacked as the doctor stared at him with a pitied look. Six words repeated in his mind, ‘you have stage four lung cancer’. He was only 22, how did this happen so soon?
He rubbed his hands over his face vigorously, cracking his knuckles after he stopped. “How long do I have?” “Some people don’t survive more than 12 months, and if you’re lucky, the latest I’ve seen is 5 years but that’s with every single treatment." He flared his nostrils as he held back his tears, he wanted to be around one person and one person only; you.
Rafe showed up at your door after his appointment, a bouquet of rose’s in his hand and a card in the other. You grinned at his kind gesture, your heart swelling with joy. He thought he would have to plaster a smile on his face, but the moment he saw you, a genuine smile appeared on his face. For the slightest moment, he forgot that he was dying.
You two spent the night together, cuddling and watching movies. Rafe held you close to him, his fingers skimming every part of your body, wanting to relish the feeling of you under his fingers. He checked the time and realized it was 3 in the morning and he was still awake.
You shifted in your spot before turning your body to face his, your hand reaching up and combing his blonde locks out of his face. "Don’t stay awake for too long baby, you need rest.” You mumbled, half asleep. “I know, I know. I just have a bad headache.” He lied. Truth is, he wanted to stay awake and just admire how you looked next to him, curled up in his chest, allowing him to see your natural beauty.
“I’ll make you a cup of coffee in the morning and I have plenty of ibuprofen to share.” You grinned, pressing a delicate kiss to his neck. “Goodnight, my love.” He whispered as he kissed your forehead in return, watching you fall back into your sleep.
I don’t wanna fall asleep, I don’t wanna pass away. I’ve been thinking of our future 'cause I’ll never see those days.
Rafe rubbed his eyes with his hands as he yawned, today was his third day without sleeping. He told you that he just kept waking up in the middle of the night but eventually he did go back to sleep. You believed him, offering any help to find resolutions but he politely denied them.
Truth was, everytime he fell asleep he had dreams about your future with him. The most recent one he had was of you two, married with two children. You two had moved out of the Outer Banks, wanting a new start. In this dream, he survived the cancer so he wanted a fresh start. Away from the toxic memories he had from that town.
It pained him every time he had a thought about your future, at least what he wanted your future with him to be. He wanted to make you so happy, he wanted to be the reason you woke up every morning and vice versa. You were his everything, and it killed him to know that soon it would come to an end.
I don’t know why this has happened but I probably deserve it. I tried to do my best but you know that I’m not perfect.
You sat down on the couch, legs criss crossed as Rafe paced back and forth in front of you. He was mumbling to himself as you sat there confused, trying to calm down the nerves you knew he had. You didn’t know what was going on which only worried you.
“Rafe, baby just sit next to me and talk to me.” He sat down next to you, his elbows resting on his knees, terrified to look you in the eyes. You scooted closer to him and grabbed one of his hands, “breathe.” Was all you said before he closed his eyes, deeply inhaling and exhaling for a few seconds before turning and looking at you.
You could finally see how scared he was, he looked like he hadn’t slept, his eyes were pink and watery, the bags under his eyes were a light purple. You turned your body to face him, “Rafe, what’s wrong?” He turned to you, mirroring the way you were sitting. “I have stage four lung cancer."
His words felt like you fell face first in cement from a fifty foot drop. "W-what?” You stuttered, your voice just above a whisper. He nodded his head as he watched your eyes release tears. Your mouth fell open but you quickly covered it with your hand. You tried to speak but the only sound you could make was a gasping sound, like a fish out of water.
“I have maybe 12 months to live.” Your mouth was dry, your heart felt like it was somehow racing and stopping at the same time. Your world felt like it fell out of space and shattered. You wanted to know how long he knew, but it didn’t matter. Moral of the story was that you wanted him to live a good life for as long as he lived, and that’s what you were gonna do.
You didn’t say anything, you simply crawled to him and straddled his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he held your waist, allowing you two to cry into each other’s necks. He held you like if he were to let go, you would disappear forever.
“I got you Rafe, I got you.“ Your hand reached up and entangled itself in his hair, gently massaging it. "Why did this have to happen? Right when I was finally feeling happy.” He screamed into your neck.
“I don’t hunny. I don’t know.” You whispered.
I’ve been praying for forgiveness, you’ve been praying for my health. When I leave this Earth, hoping you’ll find someone else.
Rafe turned his head to look at you, making sure you were fast asleep before he slowly got out of bed. Replacing his body with a pillow, he snuck out of the room and outside of your house.
He made his way to the backyard and sat down on the grass, laying back as he looked up at the stars. He took a deep breath before speaking out loud. “Hi, uh- God. I don’t know how this works, I don’t know how to pray or even if you’re up there, but if you are I need you to hear what I have to say.”
A star above him shined brighter for a split second before disappearing behind a cloud. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for the disrespectful and disgusting teenager I was. I’m sorry for all the horrible things I did to my body. I’m sorry for the crimes I committed and never got caught. I admit to everything I have done wrong, I understand why you’re taking it out on me. But please, leave Y/N out of this. She is the light of my life, the reason I was able to find happiness. Please don’t take my actions out on her, make her fall out of love with me or something. Just…just something to ease her pain. Please.”
•
Rafe was out at the grocery store, leaving you plenty of time to head over to the neighborhood church. You walked out of your car with sunglasses on so people couldn’t see your red and watery eyes. You excused yourself as you shimmied through a small group of people.
You walked into the chapel and sat down in one of the pews. You removed your sunglasses before looking up at the front of the room. You let out a puff of air before speaking out loud. “Hi, God. I really don’t know what I’m doing or why I’m even trying to talk to you. But I just, I’m so desperate and I just need your help. Please, please help Rafe. Help him at least live longer than a year, he wasn’t the best person when he was a teenager, you know that. But he’s changed into a whole new person, he knows how he was before and he hates it now. Please help him recover through this, help him pull through because I need him here. He was the one I was supposed to marry, the one who would be the father of my children, the one to help give me my happy ending. Please.”
When I leave this Earth hoping you’ll find someone else, 'cause yeah, we’re still young there’s so much we haven’t done.
You shook your head at Rafe’s words as you wiped your tears away with your hands. “No, there’s no way.” You cried out. He grabbed both your wrists and made you look at him. “Y/N, you have to listen to me. I don’t want you to grieve or mourn, I want you to keep going. Find a new love, I don’t want you to be alone. You need to find a new love, start a new story with them. Please baby, I beg you."
You squeezed your eyes closed, your throat felt like it was slowly shutting. Your heart felt like it had been stabbed after hearing his words. You knew he had a point, you knew you couldn’t mourn over him the rest of your life, but just hearing it so soon pained you more than you could ever imagine.
Getting married, start a family, watch your husband with his son. I wish it could be me but I won’t make it off this bed.
Another night where Rafe couldn’t sleep, this being his 6th one in a row. He looked at you while you slept and admired the way the moonlight entered the window. The way the light cascaded down your face, highlighting some of your facial features.
He slept maybe an hour, however he had a dream that woke him up. He dreamed that you got married to another man, watching as he took care of your son. He felt his heart pang with pain knowing that would be the harsh reality they would soon have to face.
It felt like his body was there, he knew he was there, but it felt like his soul was floating out of him as he watched you be happy with a random stranger. He watched as you scooped your son up in your arms, spinning around as he let out cheerful giggles.
Rafe watched your husband who looked just as happy as you did. He hated that you were happy with someone else, but he knew you would be in good hands with your husband. He just had to pray that you’ll meet someone who loves you just as much as he did.
I hope I go to heaven so I see you once again. My life was kinda short but I got so many blessings. Happy you were mine, it sucks that it’s all ending.
Rafe had spent the next few months trying to make up for some of the shitty things he did in his teen years. He’s been donating to the pour, volunteering at local shelters and soup kitchens, randomly picking garbage up from the highway. He was trying to do anything and everything to make sure he could go to heaven.
He had no clue if heaven or hell were real, but if they do exist he would do anything he could to make sure he got into heaven. After he dies, he knew that was his one chance to see you again. He knew one day he would wake up on the other side and you would be there, running to him to give him the hug both of you had been desperately craving.
I’m happy that you’re here with me, I’m sorry if I tear up. When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up.
You softly knocked on the hospital room door, walking through the doorway with a tray of cafeteria food. "Hey baby, I brought you a sandwich and blue jello.” He smiled at you, “my favorite.” He subtly laughed before coughing harshly. You rushed over to his side and placed the tray down, grabbing one of the napkins to wipe away the small drops of blood that escaped his mouth.
“I got you baby, it’s okay.” You mumbled, passing him a glass of water as his coughing died down. You sat down in the seat next to him, watching him poke his sandwich before taking a small bite out of it. He sighed before dropping the sandwich back onto the plate, his eyes already crying. He sniffled as he covered his face with his hands, ashamed to be in the spot he was in right now.
You reached forward and grabbed onto his hand, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb as he tightened his grip. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered. You shook your head trying to fight back your tears. “Don’t apologize baby, I’m right here.” “And I’m so fucking happy you are."
You held his hand, looking down at his fingers as you played with them. "Remember back in 8th grade when I got into a really bad argument with my dad after he married Rose? I was so angry and upset, and I ran right to your house. But you were right there to help me, you cheered me up in a matter of seconds of me being with you. That was one of the first times I truly knew how happy you made me.” He recalled the memory, thinking about it like it was yesterday.
Taking goofy videos while walking through the park. You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark.
You pulled up your snapchat and pressed record. You and Rafe decided to go to the local park to just go on the playground equipment. There was nobody around, even if there was when you were with him you felt like you two were the only ones there.
You recorded the video as Rafe pushed you on the swing set, you turned the camera to face you, zooming in on the large smile on his face. You pumped your legs up, accidentally kicking him in the stomach. The video got the whole thing and his reaction. You jumped off the swing and turned around to see him hunched over and groaning.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” You quickly apologized, trying to help him stand up straight. He laughed loudly, his bright smile never left his face. “That was so fucking funny!” You joined him in laughing, enjoying the moment. He held you closely by the waist as you held his elbows. “God, I am so in love with you.” He muttered before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
•
“Okay shut up that was one time and it was a dare!” You defended yourself, jokingly pushing his shoulder. He brought up the story about how you ran down the block fully naked one night in senior year. Your laugh stopped the moment you heard a loud bark echoing in the distance.
Your hand quickly reached down to grab his as your head turned in different directions to see where the sound came from. Rafe stopped walking and stood in front of you. “Hey, hey it’s okay. It was just a dog.” You nodded your head before letting out a shaky breath.
His free hand reached up and held the side of your face, “I got you Y/N. I won’t let anything hurt you.”
Cuddle in your sheets, sing me sound asleep. And sneak out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03.
You hushed Rafe as he whispered to you. Rafe had been your boyfriend for the last 2 months, however you hadn’t told your parents about him yet which meant sneaking around if you wanted to be with him. You figured out a way to sneak him into your house without your parents knowing.
He tiptoed into your room before flinging himself onto your bed. He wasted no time in wrapping himself in your sheets, his arms wide open waiting for you to join him. You laid down next to him, watching as he looked at you with puppy eyes and his bottom lip pouting. “Which song tonight?” He thought for a minute, “Fix You by Coldplay."
You shifted in your spot so Rafe could rest his head on your chest, your hand reached yo to play with his hair. "When you try your best but you don’t succeed…” you quietly sang to him. You continued until you heard his soft snores escape his lips. You shut your eyes and allowed yourself to fall asleep with him.
•
You were woken up by the feeling of his lips against yours, mumbling 'wake up’ against them. “I’m awake.” You muttered, rubbing your eyes. “I gotta head home." You nodded before flinging the sheets off of your body. You held his hand in yours before quietly opening your bedroom door. You led him down the halls and to your garage door.
He spun you around so you could face him, his hands finding your waist as you roped your arms around his neck. "See you tomorrow?” He questioned, “absolutely.” You leaned forwards and kissed him softly, your lips hovering over his for a second.
“Goodnight handsome.”
Soon you’ll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me.
It’s been 12 months, Rafe was admitted into the hospital at the beginning of month 11. It happened when Rafe broke into a coughing spit that ended up with him spitting up splatters of blood. You weren’t ready when that happened, you knew that that was the beginning of his end and that terrified you.
“Y/N?” He whispered, you sat up from your seat and stood next to him. “Yeah baby?” “Can you kiss me?” Your heart clenched at how soft his voice was. “It would be my honor.” You grinned as he let out a weak laugh. Leaning down you cupped the side of his face and passionately kissed him.
You pulled away from him, not even knowing about the tears that rolled down your face. “My eyelids feel heavy.” He admitted, knowing this might be his last day. You held the side of his face, watching as his eyes slowly fell shut and his heart monitor slowed down. “No no, Rafe look at me. Keep your eyes open.” You begged.
“I love you Y/F/N Y/L/N, forever and always.” He whispered before his eyes fell shut. The room went silent except for the sound of the monitor flat lining, fear running through your veins. “Doctor!”
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 lovely! I was wondering if you could write a The Blip part 2 with prompts: 10, 15, 31, and 57? Thanks
Summary: You and JJ spend the day together after his return from the blip.
Word count: 1,446
Warnings: cursing
Prompts:
10. “You’ve always felt like home.”
15. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”
31. “This is the part where you ask me out and I say yes.“
57. “How could I ever forget about you?”
You woke up, finally feeling like you had gotten enough sleep for the first time in years, because you had. The feeling of having JJ by your side was something you couldn’t describe. You felt a new level of security with him, like nothing bad could ever happen to you when he was near.
Attempting to stretch your arms out, you quickly realized that his hand was intertwined with yours, restricting you from pushing your arms out. Tilting your head up to look at him, his eyes were shut and his mouth slightly open. The way the light hit his face highlighted his facial features beautifully. You smiled to yourself as you felt him hold you closer to him.
He inhaled softly before his eyelids slowly fluttered open. "Morning.” Your heart raced at the sound of his morning voice, you had never imagined it to sound so raspy. Running your hand through his messy hair, he unknowingly leaned into your touch. “Morning sleepy, get your ass up we’re going to the beach.” You grinned, throwing the sheets off of him. You approached your window and opened the blinds, a groan coming from the bed.
“Come on J, you’ve been gone 5 years, you need some sunshine.” He slowly dragged himself out of your bed and went to the bathroom to change. Your mind was full of questions and thoughts about this whole situation. You were finally old enough to possibly date JJ, but does he still see you as that young girl he used to babysit?
You quickly threw on your bathing before he returned to the room. “I’m gonna go to my house to get my stuff, I’ll be right back.” “Do you want me to come with you?” He immediately shook his head, “no, no it’s okay I got it. You just… just stay here.” He was about to leave your house before you held him back.
“If you want to bring clothes for the week, you’re welcome to stay. If- if you want.” You mumbled the last three words, this time your cheeks turned pink. He took a deep breath and leaned over, giving you a small kiss on your cheek. You tried to hide your grin as he left your room. Not being able to contain your smile anymore, you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.
You nodded your head in contentment, trying to ignore the butterflies JJ released in your stomach. After you packed your bag, you sat there in silence, waiting for JJ to return. You rubbed your bottom lip hoping JJ was doing okay with his father. You hadn’t heard any yelling or anything breaking so you just hoped for the best. JJ opened up about his home life with his father once, one night when it was really bad. You couldn’t help but ask where he got the black eye and bruise from, knowing he didn’t get it in a fight with a Kook.
It took him a while to admit it, but he slowly did open up to you about it, it was easier knowing that sometimes you went through the same thing. It killed him that you went through the same thing, he wanted to do anything and everything he could to make you feel safe.
JJ returned in a matter of 5 minutes and swung his bag over his shoulders, running his hands through his hair. “Everything okay?” You asked. He nodded, “he was passed out on the couch, just like he was 5 years ago. But yeah, I’m okay. Let’s get to the beach.” He sniffled. “You wanna drive?” You asked him, dangling the car keys in your hand. He held his hands out and did a grabbing motion, like a child with a lollipop in front of his face.
He quickly nodded his head as you tossed him your car keys. He skipped to your car before stopping in his tracks before looking at you. Tilting your head he answered your questioning look, “it’s so weird to know this is your car and that you drive.” You jokingly rolled your eyes before getting into the passenger’s seat.
In a small moment, JJ left your house and sped down the roads of the Outer Banks, not caring how fast he was going as he drove with the windows down and the music blasting. ‘Are You Bored Yet?’ by The Wallows came on, your hand immediately reached forward to turn it up. You stuck your head out the window as you belted the lyrics, letting the cool air run through your hair. You missed JJ turning his head to look at you, admiring the way the wind easily flew through your hair. How the sound of your laugh sounded better than the music itself.
The drive to the beach was short, but it gave you both enough time to sing a few songs together. He parked in a spot and looked at how the restaurants and shops around the beach haven’t changed at all. He grinned as he turned the engine off and heard the sound of the waves crashing onto the land.
“God, I missed this.” He grinned, jumping out of the car and grabbing his bag. You joined him as he waited in his spot with his hand extending out for you to grab. Intertwining your hand with his, you took him to your favorite spot where not a lot of people go. It was a quiet spot by a pushed over lifeguard post.
You laid out your largest towel and pulled out snacks and drinks for you two to share. JJ stripped down to his bathing suit and ran straight to the water, letting out cheerful shouts and cries of joys as he dove into an upcoming wave. You quickly took your clothes off as you adjusted your bottoms before running to join him in the water.
You two spent hours trying to swim out as far as you could, doing handstands, diving into waves, you name it you guys did it. The two of you ran back up to the sand and plopped yourselves onto the towel. “This no doubt is the best day of my life. I’m so glad to be back home.” JJ grinned, throwing his arm around your shoulder as he admired the way the sun reflected off the waves.
“I’m glad! And I’m really glad you’re back J, you’ve always felt like home to me.” You grinned, passing him a water bottle before you realized what your last sentence was. “Oh really?” Your cheeks blushed brightly, and he could sell it wasn’t just because of your sunburn. You rested your head on his shoulder as he held you close to him.
“This is gonna sound really dumb,” you started, “but I couldn’t sleep right after you disappeared. I hated that I didn’t know where you were, I hated that I had to grow up with you, I hated that I got so scared that you would forget about me.” You admitted, feeling like a weight was lifted off your chest. He moved his body to turn and face you, he had confusion written all over his face.
“Wait, I’m sorry you think I would forget you? How could I ever forget about you?” You shrugged your shoulders as you stuck your hands in the sand. “Because I was only your 13 year old neighbor that you took care of."
"You were, but now it’s just- I don’t know, different. Seeing you grown up and how beautiful you are.” You chuckled at his words, seeing how flustered he got after saying it. “You think I’m beautiful?” You tucked a piece of wet hair behind your ear, watching as he leaned in closer to you. “I do."
You finally looked him in the eyes and decided to be bold, "you know, this is the part where you ask me out and I say yes.” He grinned at you before leaning in and giving your lips a slight peck. The small touch made goosebumps rise onto your arms. He pushed your hair out of your face and rested his forehead against yours. “I’ve waited for that moment for a long time.” He laughed, pulling back from you.
“I’d assume so, now I wanna know more about your crush on me you had and still have.” You shoved JJ backwards and into the sand, jumping to your feet and running towards that water. “Ohhhh you’re gonna get it!” He said, picking up sand in his hands and throwing it to your wet back. You felt the impact hit you as you were launched forwards into the waves.
A/n: I did about an hour and a half of excessive research just to find out what day and time Rafe could have been born to have the Big Three I headcanon him having so y'all better show some love. (October 30th, 2001 at 1:00am)
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Rafe doesn’t understand poetry. It doesn’t make him feel things. It isn’t special to him.
He’s the kind of guy to say “that’s homophobic” to things he doesn’t like.
“No, I won’t get you a beer, get one for yourself” “that’s homophobic”
A/n: Thank you guys so much for all the likes on my pouge princess blurb This has really helped rekindle my love for writing and I can’t wait to share more with everyone. I hope you all enjoy the official first chapter
Word count : 2,227
Warning ⚠️: swearing, mention of sex and drugs, drinking, Rafe being a dick (are we really shocked about that in a rafe cameron fanfic)
The best job to have on the whole island had to be working at one of the county clubs. Simply for the fact that there was no such thing as a bad tip day. It was totally worth watching stuck up seniors and spoiled kooks play golf all day because you knew you’d go home with plenty of money in your pocket.
The only real con was you’d be stuck serving people that you have to see at school once the summer ends. Most of the kids at school do summer internships or at most are forced to “work” part time at their parents’ jobs. No one you knew in figure 8 had to work a real job. On the cut almost everyone you knew had a job it was the only way most kids could stay afloat there was nothing odd about it.
But when you are in figure 8 It was one of the things that made you feel embarrassed, having to serve the same people you call your friends at school reminded you that your diffrent. Today was a prime example of that your manager told you that you were personally requested for a party of 3 on the course. When you pulled up at the first hole you saw none other than Rafe, Kelce and Topper.
“Well look at this isn’t it nice that everyone’s favorite little baby doll finally decided to grace our presents.” Rafe shouted leaning against his club arms crossed.
“Come on man don’t start already ” Topper said, hitting the tall blonde upside his head.
If there was anyone besides Sarah you could count on it would be Topper. He was always there to be your knight in shining armor and the only one that could truly put Rafe in his place besides Ward.
“No it’s fine Top, you guys are practically giving me a chance to hang out instead of work today. So you wanna get started I’ll get the drinks going?”
You couldn’t help but to bounce up as you passed the drinks, Rafe snatched the beer from your hand eyeing you when you waited to give Topper his drink. He couldn’t help but notice the way your hand lingered longer than it should when you passed a beer to Topper.
Hole after hole you followed the boys as they played watching as they’d talk shit to each other and slug down more beers.
“Well guess who’s finally out of the single guys club. What are you two losers gonna do now that I’ll be spending a lot of my time with Anais? ” Kelce said with a toothy grin.
Anais is the girl Kelce has been trying to get with for months even coming to you for advice on how to win her over knowing you’d have a better perspectivecompared to Rafe and Topper.
“Oh God don’t tell me your pussy whipped already.” Rafe couldn’t help but to nod his head in disapproval.
“Well there goes our plans for hot boy summer. I’m finally ready to live the single life with you guys and you have the nerve to get cuffed.” Topper added
“Omg Kelce don’t listen to these two they’re just jealous, congratulations I know how much you really liked her. I’m happy you two are together now its about time.” Kelce patted you on the back, his smile never fading.
“I’m glad someone actually cares about me here. Now the real question is when are you finally gonna get yourself a boyfriend (y/n). I think its time you threw yourself out there, you need to get one so we can go on double dates” Kelce said snickering at the sight of your panicked face.
“Um I mean I don’t know I guess I just haven’t found a guy that really likes me.”
The real problem was the guy you liked didn’t seem to realize how much you liked him but of course you couldn’t tell them that.
“Oh come on there are plenty of people dying at a chance to go out with you (y/n), there hasn’t been anyone that sparked your interest ?” Topper chimed in looking over at you.
You felt as if your face turned into a giant stop light with how red you’ve turned from the conversation.
“Or maybe you’re just a prude that thinks she’s better than everyone else. That could be why you’ve never had a boyfriend.” Rafe said smirking at the little stink face you gave him.
“It’s not that, I mean you’ve never had a real girlfriend Rafe. Everyone says you’re only known for a good hookup, as far as I’m concerned we’re basically in the same boat.” You retorked wanting desperately for the attention to be off your nonexistent love life.
“That’s only because I don’t want a girlfriend no one can hold my interest for long. Word must get around that I’m known for great sex if even you know that I’m good for hookups. It’s just a fact that I have a BIG presence in the bedroom.” Rafe couldn’t help himself from putting emphasis on the word big with the way he smirked. “And at least I have experience in the bedroom unlike some people we know little Miss Virgin Mary.”
It was common knowledge around the obx that everyones favorite pouge has never had a boyfriend. Everyone also seemed to know that you held onto your v card as well. so it was only natural that Rafe would try to throw it in your face every once in a while to try to get under your skin.
“You know I think you have it confused Rafe everyone says that you are a big dick not that you have one.”
Topper and Kelce turned to each other before erupting in laugher causing Rafe to simply roll his eyes.
“Oh you know what (y/n) my bottle seems to be feeling a little empty mind getting me a refill.”
Rafe began to wave his bottle in the air clearly trying to gain control of the situation again. As the laughing died down you made your way over to the cart and handed Rafe another drink. He leaned over to you making sure that Kelce and Topper couldn’t hear him.
“If you ever wanna find out if the rumors are true you know where to find me, I think I need to remind you who’s in charge here (y/n).”
Rafe couldn’t help but to smile as you looked down clearly speechless from his comment. He took this as a silent win before turning his back to go take his turn. A few more rounds where played and the boys could feel themselves getting a little sloppier as each hole progressed and the sun seemed to get dimmer as the hours went on. They all still managed to have a good game going though not letting the fading day and alcohol take them out. Kelce was clearly winning seeing as he had a slightly better tolerance for his alcohol compared to the other two.
At this point Topper decided to sit in your cart and you couldn’t help but smile as he looked over at you. “Thanks for coming along today, you know I appreciate you putting up with us all the time.” He said ruffling your hair a little with a smile.
“You know I don’t mind I like spending time with you guys.”
You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on Topper after all these years. You where practically devastated when he started dating Sarah but you couldn’t help yourself from feeling mildly happy that the people you cared most about found love in each other. A part of you was relieved when the two of them broke up when Sarah decided to date John B. Even though it was a hard time for all of you, especially being caught in the middle of your two closest friends. You couldn’t help but to hold onto a glimmer of hope that maybe after all of this time Topper would stop seeing you as just his childhood best friend. But this was a secret that you’d take to grave not wanting to complicate things or have anyone’s feelings hurt explicitly your own.
“Hey Top how about you get your ass up and finish this hole with us? Or are u just gonna talk to the fucking pouge all day, there not paying her to chit chat there paying her to serve us.”
Rafe yelled, stepping towards the two of you and resting his arm against the canopy on your side of the cart. Rafe was clearly feeling the affects of all the alcohol he consumed. He only ever became meaner the more he drank. You couldn’t help but be grateful this was all he did today knowing that if he had done a few lines then he’d practiclly become a whole new person. Rafe couldn’t help but to stare deeply at the two of you with a scrunched up look on his face.
“Come On man just quit it already you’ve been throwing jabs at (y/n) all day I just wanna have good time. I’m out after this I’m not gonna stick around for you to just be an ass”
Topper pushed himself up walking towards Kelce to take his turn. When Topper was far enough from the cart Rafe leaned in staring you directly in the face making your cheeks flare up at the proximity for the millionth time today.
“What do you want this time Rafe ?” You asked.
“What do I want (y/n) ? Well let’s see I want you to stop with the fucking goo goo eyes your always makeing at Topper. You’re starting to seem a little pathetic. When are you gonna learn that he just doesn’t see you that way.”
At this point your body felt like it was on fire and you where doing everything in your power not to let the comment affect you.
“I dont know what your talking about Rafe, Topper is my friend maybe your just not used to seeing a stable relationship between a guy and a girl that doesn’t involve sex.”
Not the best comeback but it was the only thing you could think of when all you could do was think about was how fast your heart was pounding from his accusations. Obviously they where true but Rafe was the last person you would want to know about your secret feelings towards Topper. Rafe didn’t seem like he was backing down yet either and you weren’t sure how much of this you could take. You continued to stare at him when suddenly he started to fish in his pockets to reveal a wadded up 100 dollar bill he crumpled it up even further and chucked it in your face watching as it fell perfect in your lap when it hit you.
“ What the heck are you doing ?” You said, picking up the crumpled money and holding it in your hand.
“I’m tired of dealing with you so I figured I’d just give you what you came for. Isn’t that why you hang out with kooks so you can take our money and show off to your little friends on the cut.”
It wasn’t the alcohol that was making Rafe act this way it was the sight of seeing you with Topper. It was something that always got under his skin after all these years, he was just able to mask it by blaming it on drugs or his natural hot headed temper.
You could feel tears swelling up in your eyes but couldn’t bear to give Rafe the satisfaction of knowing just how deep he cut you. You didn’t know why he always felt the need to remind you that no matter how hard you tried you’d always be diffrent from everyone.
“I don’t need your damn money Rafe I get paid regardless if you’re here or not, and I’ll have you know that Topper asked me to be here. My manager said I was requested to come serve you guys today. I’m just doing my job.”
You took the crumpled bill and threw it back at Rafe letting it hit him before falling into the grass.“I’m heading back to the club, my shift is ending soon anyway.”
Turning the wheel of the cart you started to make your way back to the club not wanting to deal with this any longer then you had too and not wanting everyone to see the tears that started to trickle down your cheeks.
Rafe stumbled back once the cart started to move looking down at the money before glancing over at his confused friends. He couldn’t bring himself to admit that he was the one that requested to have you with them today but the fact that you assumed it was Topper had him even more pissed off then before It always had to be about fucking Topper.
“I’m fucking done with today I’m leaving.”
In a fit of rage Rafe stormed off throwing his club down before heading back. Deciding he’d rather be alone then have to explain to his friends as to what just happened just now. (Y/n) wasn’t the only one harboring an unrequited love for someone that didn’t seem to notice them.
Another A/n: Well I hoped you guys liked the official first chaper. I have a lot of ideas circulating on what I’m gonna do :3
A/n: This is the first fanfiction I’ve written in a REALLY long time. I use to post on wattpad and devianart like a million years ago. Anyway I’m thinking of maybe making this a series so this is kinda just a blurb to get the idea out there to see if anyone’s interested. So be warned my writing skills are super rusty and my spelling/grammar sucks so please be gentle.
*credit to who ever made this gif*
(Y/n) (y/l/n) was always considered the enigma of the outer banks. She’s one of the sweetest people on the island the residential good girl, if the Camerons are the royal family of figure 8 she was considered the pouge princess of the cut. Being one of the few or quite possibly the only pouge to be accepted by the stuck up elites of figure 8. It all started when she successfully managed to earn herself a scholarship courtesy of the Thorton estate at the kook academy whether it was done for good press for the Thorton family or her actually merits she somehow found herself entangled in the lives of the outer banks richest families. Cozy with the kooks in the day and sluming it with the pouges at night she was truly an anomaly. When she was a kid (y/n) found herself clinging onto
Topper being that he was the only person she knew in figure 8 at first. He was all she had in school but through him she meet his circle of friends. Sarah Cameron quickly became her closest and dearest friend though. Sarah was the only one to fully accept her right off the bat as kids never bringing up her pouge status or using it as leverage against her.Together they practically grew up ruleing the outer banks there wasn’t anyone that didn’t adore them, the kook and pouge princess. That is maybe everyone except Sarah’s brother Rafe. The thing about Rafe was that there’s no escaping him, everytime (y/n) went to Sarah’s house he’d be waiting for his chance to terrorize her. All his attention was always focused on her. It always enraged him that no matter what he did (y/n) was always nice to him. Even when he made sure to remind her that she didn’t belong all growing up (y/n) never let it faze her. Rafe couldn’t stand that she practically weaseled her way into high society and everyone just blindly accepted her and he really couldn’t stand the fact that no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop thinking about the fucking pouge princess of the cut.
