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rafesgiirl · 22 days ago

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the audacity of them, of the father, of THEM COMINH OUT TO THE CAR no no no no wtf

rafe I love you

mom fuck you

Tutor: Promise

Words: 8k+ Summary: After the party, everything goes down. Warnings: Female!Reader. Insults. Slut shaming. Difficult relationships with parents, specifically fathers. Mention of drinking, sex, drugs, and violence. MDNI. A/N.: Ignore the fact that I've been gone for almost a year. Imagine it only took me like... 2 months :) Probably needs more proofreading, so, pls be nice <3

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Time felt weird. It felt like it was going too fast and too slow at times. When you walked out of that building, the cold outside made everything too real. All the words. The expression on your parents’ faces. All of it. They kept replaying yet again in your memory, making you more nauseous by the second. And, with each second that went by, your parents never seemed to finally walk out of the building.

You tried to prepare yourself for when they did, what to say, and how to act so that nothing could become much worse for you by not knowing what to say. You thought of saying a whole speech of how you regretted not telling them, and how you will explain everything. You thought of maybe even calling Rafe out of the room, but that felt even worse. You thought of not saying anything at all, but you could already see how that would just leave them to assume more and more of what went down.

When the doors of the building behind you opened, you almost lost your footing, watching as your parents walked out. They looked composed at first, like nothing had happened. But the closer they got to you, right beside the car, you noticed your father’s tense posture and your mother’s eyes, reddened and moist with tears ready to burst out.

You opened your mouth to talk, your chin shook when her broken eyes met yours, and, with much disappointment on your side, no words that you practiced came out, just a small sob. Your father’s eyes moved to stare at you once the sound came out, but he didn’t say anything just yet.

You tried to reach for your mother when she was close enough, but she didn’t respond, simply sniffled and moved her hand to clean the corner of her painted eyes, careful to not smudge a thing. As your father reached for the car keys, you swallowed some of the tears and tried to speak, letting out a short and ridiculous “I can explain”, but it met deaf ears. No one responded.

Once the car was unlocked, your mother opened the door and walked right in, but your father stood there, watching her as she did it, deep in thought. You tried to open your mouth to talk to him instead, but when his eyes met yours again, all he said was, “Get in the car.”

You did, and the trip home was horrible. You held your tears in, feeling your chin shake and your face wet from tears you didn’t care to wipe away. Your mother cried in small sniffles, ones which at times got the response from your father as an understanding look or a hand over hers. No words were said, and it all hurt more by the second.

Once inside your house, you felt like it all broke loose. Your mother put down her bag at the entrance, and her eyes met her feet as she let out a sob for the first time. Your father does not move, standing mere inches from the door that was just closed behind him.

“I can try to explain.” You blurted out again, heart beating out of your chest, and panic beginning to rise higher and higher.

“Is there anything to explain?” Your father asks, almost spitting his words in your direction.

“Yes.” You nod, trying to sound convincing, but your following words, with the nerves, just shoot out of your mouth, “I didn’t mean to hide it like this- It was not really planned- It all just started as a… I’m not sure- But there is nothing wrong with Rafe. I love him, and he treats me well. I promise. He is nothing like people say he is-”

“Do you hear yourself?” He asks you, his expression morphing into a worried yet angry look.

“Yes, Dad, please. You have to believe me!” You step closer to him, wanting to hold his attention and make him believe your words, “Rafe is not as bad as you think he is. Please don’t be mad.”

He shakes his head and pulls his hand away before you can even reach him. Your heart breaks, and he walks away from the door, creating a larger distance between the two of you as he needs space to think. Your eyes stupidly fill up with tears again as you grow more and more helpless, and it all seems to get worse just because of it.

“Stop crying,” Your mother says, looking at you, finally. “You have to stop crying every time something does not go your way. You are not a child.”

“But mom…” You try to talk, but your broken heart wants to express itself further, consuming your body and making you want to cry or else run out of air to hold it in further. “You have to believe me. There is nothing wrong with this. We are just dating... He is like any other boyfriend.”

Your father chuckles at your words, and your wet eyes meet his again. Your body is starting to feel weird. Your skin feels clammy, your body feels hot, but your teeth keep wanting to chatter. At the same time, your mind is going too fast with ideas of what to say to the point of not being able to get anything out to defend yourself or Rafe. Your previous attempts had been bad enough. You feel ridiculous, but there isn't much you can do.

He leans forward as if to hear you better once you speak, “Like any other boyfriend? Do you hear yourself?” He asks you, chuckling but finding no humor behind his questions. “The Rafe that I keep hearing gets into multiple fights a week and got into the hospital for alcohol poisoning, is like any other boyfriend?”

You frown amid your tears, “That isn't freaking true!” You exclaim, “This is what I mean when I say that Rafe isn’t like what other people say he is. He does not get into fights like that, and he doesn’t drink- I never saw him drunk, even!”

Your mother turns to face you, “When could you have seen him drunk? At home?”

“I-”

“Y/N, you better shut up.” Your father interrupts you, “You are only digging yourself a bigger hole.”

“How long has it been going on?” Your mother asks, going against your father’s wish to have you in silence.

“Months.” You admit, “Not sure how many.”

“More than two?” You nod, “More than five?” You nod too, and her eyes swell up in tears again before she looks away, all while your father seems to be driving himself to madness as he looks at you. “Have you been to parties too? Is that it? Without your friends?”

“Kristy and I haven’t been talk-”

“And why is that?!” Your father asks loudly and angrily, making you flinch.

“Because she found out about me and Rafe.” You admit, forcefully wiping away your tears to grasp onto any dignity you had left.

“What do you mean ‘found out’?”

“I didn’t tell her either when we started seeing each other,” Your father chuckles again humorlessly, “And she saw me with him once.”

“Let me guess, he has been in our home too?” Your mother asks, trying to see if there is anything the man hasn’t done yet without her knowledge.

“Yes.”

She shakes her head, disappointment filling her every pore, and she does not try to hide it from you. Your heart keeps jumping in your chest, but you try to calm it down as it is doing you absolutely no favors.

A silence follows, and you notice that you have finally run out of tears, even when your mother has not, and her make-up has become too smudged for any of it to be salvaged. Your father stands feet beside you, seething with the idea of anything ever happening between you and Rafe.

You smooth your hands down on your dress, cleaning the sweat from your palms, and try to think back on what you had been wanting to tell them before you lost control of everything around you. “I am not proud of hiding it from anyone. I did it to try to calm down any unwanted reactions. I tried to not make this a surprise. I-” You pause to clear your throat when you notice you are nearing tears yet again, “I meant it to be me who would say it to you and to Kristy and the rest of the girls. I wanted to tell you everything when I would be done with school. Not be ambushed by it twice in a month… I’m sorry for lying and for hiding all of this. I never meant to hurt anyone with it.”

“Hurt anyone with it?” Your mother asks dumbfounded, “Has it ever occurred to you that we, or Kristy, are against this relationship, not because of our feelings, but because we are scared for you?”

We… or Kristy…

“You’ve talked to Kristy…” You realize in a low tone. They ignore it as they mustn’t have heard it.

“Rafe, rumors or not, is dangerous. He has always been.” Your mother throws her hand in the air to emphasize her despair, “I am angry that you did not tell me, but I am angrier with the fact that you chose him, of all people, to date. He can hurt you. He can… He can do so much wrong. Drugs, alcohol, unprotected relations, all of it.” She breathes, “He is bad news, Y/N. He has always been. You cannot do this to yourself.”

You turn to your father and see that he must agree with all of your mother’s words, because he doesn’t seem to have anything else to add. Angry or not, he seems to prefer to be silent.

“No matter what you think, I am not breaking up with Rafe.” You tell them both. “I am not doing it. I have said this to Kristy, as I’m sure both of you have heard from her. And, since our conversations weren’t exactly civil, I am sure you will not even want to hear when I say that I know Rafe. I know him and I have known him for quite some time. I have watched him before. I have met his family, years ago. I have met his friends. I have seen him do everything possible under the sun, and he has not once hurt me.”

There is a short silence until “What about Aiden?” Your father asks, bringing his hand up to rub his jaw in frustration.

“What about him?” You ask, knowing exactly what he means.

“Rafe sent him to the hospital. He beat him to a pulp, Y/N.” He explains, still angry.

“I know he did.”

“You were there?” Your mother asks. Her mouth hangs open as she isn't able to contain her shock.

“I was.”

Your father can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you sound, “And you’re fine with it.” He affirms it, moving his shoulder as if it is so natural to say it aloud.

“No, I was never fine with it. I have always hated violence. Rafe knows how much I’m against it, too.” You tell him, trying to sound sure of your words. “But though I think he took it too far... Aiden did deserve it.”

“Deserve it?!” Your mother repeats in a squeal.

“Who even are you?” Your father dramatically asks, “Because my daughter would never say this, ever-” You interrupt him.

“I made Rafe apologize for it. I’ve contacted Aiden, and he himself told me that Rafe did indeed say ‘sorry’ and paid for the medical bills.” You tell them, “I didn’t make him do it like he was a child, or because he needed someone to tell him how wrong it was. He knew that he went too far, and that is why he apologized as soon as I called him out on it.”

They don’t say anything.

“That was the only time I saw Rafe being violent. He didn’t initiate it, and, still, he never did it again.” You conclude.

“So, Aiden started it?” Your father asks. “The Aiden that I’ve known for so many years and has sat at our table, that Aiden- That Aiden picked a fight with Rafe?” He almost laughs at how ludicrous it all sounded.

“No. Aiden started it with me, and Rafe ended it.” You clarify. “Aiden was drunk, and that is why I don’t think he deserved what happened to the full extent. He came up to me, figured out that I didn’t want anything to do with him, insulted me, and Rafe punched him.”

“Right…” Your father nods, finding you to be full of shit. “Rafe, the gentleman.”

You look away, noticing how he’s beginning to make fun of you. You look towards your mother instead, who has been silently listening to you and never tried to test your patience as much as him.

“I don’t believe you. I don’t believe it, Y/N, I am sorry.” She tells you. Her natural, saddened pout reappears as her eyes fill up with tears again, forcing you to look down at the ground. “I’m scared for you, really. I am.”

“Mom-” You try to stop her.

“He is dangerous, Y/N. People will talk as soon as you go public with him. Everyone will see it and think the same thing.” She says, almost running out of breath as she fights her tears.

You don’t seem to have any more words to say.

She tells you outright, “He is a drug addict. My friends have kids just like you who have been to these parties with Rafe. He is always coked up, they say.” She tries to wipe away her tears. “He drinks a lot. He is rude. He is mean. And he might sound dreamy, but that is only because you are a teenager. He sounds dangerous, and that is why you are attracted to him.” She holds your shoulders now, “But you need to get away from him before it is too late-”

“Mom, stop it!”

“He is a bad influence… He will get you into drugs, too. You cannot do this to yourself. To us!” Her eyes are wide, and she looks insane. As if she has already gone mad with all that has happened. “You need to break up-”

“Shut up!” You say loudly, and she shuts her mouth. She lifts her hands from your shoulders and brings them over her mouth, creating a distance between the two of you. “Jesus Christ, Mom! Please stop this craziness about how he will hurt me. You don’t even know the guy!”

“Watch how you talk to your mother!” Your father defends her, “She is worried about you!”

“Yeah, because she prefers to think back on the rumors that she’s heard rather than listen to her daughter. She prefers to listen to Kristy rather than her own daughter, who is healthy and not into drugs, and tells her that everything is fine. And, still, everyone is going ABSOLUTELY INSANE!” You almost scream out the last words. The frustration inside of you had to get out in some way.

“You need to leave him.” Your father says, ignoring your words.

“And why should I do that?” You ask him, scoffing.

“Because your mother is right, Y/N. He is dangerous. Even you, yourself, admitted it in your version of the story. Rafe preferred to start a fight instead of talking it out with Aiden! Imagine when he has an argument with you!”

“He punched Aiden because Aiden called me whore!”

Before you even get to say anything else, your father responds, “Well, given how you are acting, maybe Aiden was right.”

The entrance hall of your home goes silent, and even your mother stops her sobs amid all the yelling. No one dares to speak, but your father does not seem to regret his words. He doesn’t try to correct himself or, as he usually does, admit he only spoke from a space of anger and frustration. You stay silent because you wait for him to say it, but he never does. Your father thinks you are a whore, all because of your relationship with Rafe.

Your mother doesn’t say anything, but her eyes find her husband’s. She doesn’t agree with him, but she doesn’t try to defend you. You are acting too differently for her to recognize you in your actions, but all these words were going too far.

“Maybe.” You tell your father, looking him in the eyes.

“What?”

“What?” You repeat, “Maybe Aiden was right. That’s what you said, why are you so surprised?” You shrug, “But since you agree with him that you have a whore of a daughter, and maybe a druggie as a future son-in-law, it's not that bad, right?” You spit your words, letting them escape your mouth, finally with no filter. “Just like I have an idiotic father and mother who prefer to believe strangers over their own daughter.”

Your father is fuming at your words. Only now that your words finally have a bite, and you aren't struggling to put a coherent sentence amid your tears. He has a problem with all that you’ve been saying, even if all you’re doing is repeating what they’ve said to you.

“Did you know that Aiden was the one who introduced me to alcohol, along with Kristy?” You tell them both, and then fixate on your mother, “Aiden also was the one who took my virginity and introduced me to unprotected relations…” You quote her. “The same Aiden that you both have known for years and has sat at your table.” You smile sarcastically, “That Aiden.”

And then your cheek stung, but you expected it.

“Get out of my house.” Your father says. His hand is hot from the impact.

You look into your mother’s wet eyes as your smile falls, and your own eyes plead to cry from the pain and humiliation of its form. You sniffle before you say, “Okay.”

(…)

The walking out wasn’t as smooth as you’d wanted it to be. You were still able to hear your mother gasp as you reached for the handle of the door, as if walking out of the house had been your idea all along. She didn’t stop you, physically or verbally. She let you go, but you still heard her project her worries to your father as soon as you closed the door behind you.

You hesitate on who to call. Rafe felt obvious, but he was also at the party. Rose already knew enough. You didn’t want to pull him away from the family hangout and ruin it any further. So, you thought about it a little more. You had Topper or Kelce, but they probably already got too drunk. As soon as Patty sent you a text asking where you’d gone, you didn’t hesitate to call instead of typing.

“Hey, where are you?” she asks, loudly, as if in a loud room. “I went outside for a bit and, when I came back to check on you, you were gone.”

“I’m at my house.” You tell her, holding in any of the tears.

“Oh, okay.” She says, finding the location weird, given how early the night still is.

“But I actually have to get out of here,” You try to explain, taking a deep breath to make sure you don’t make this any harder for yourself, “Could you come pick me up?”

“Sure,” She says, but her tone is thick with utter confusion. “Is everything alright?”

“I got kicked out.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah…” You sniffle and kick a little bit of gravel into the path before you. “So, could you come pick me up?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course!” She says, loudly, almost as if snapping out of the shock, “I’m going to my car, now.”

“Thank you.”

“No need,” She says, “See you soon.”

You answer her before turning off the call, but your phone starts vibrating with another one right after. You expected it to be Patty, having found Rafe, or forgetting your address, but no. It’s actually Kristy. You have no idea why you thought she would stay away now.

You smooth down your dress, thanking the summer night for not having you shaking in the cold as you waited for your friend. Your breathing is shaky, but tears seem to have dried out completely by now. A miracle. It must be from dehydration.

The phone vibrates yet again from another call, but you deny it again when noticing that it is Kristy calling you yet again. What more could she have to say to you?

Hope rises in your chest every time a car drives by, expecting it to be Patty, who will finally drive you away from this house, where you can finally stop thinking about what went wrong.

You had to start thinking about your life. Your parents have always given you everything. They were going to pay for college and support you in whatever future you’d decide to have. And now, you’ll have nothing. No help. No support. You’re on your own. Could you even afford to go to college anymore?

A car slows down to a stop in front of your home, and you get ready to talk to Patty. But that isn’t Patty’s car.

Well, shit.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. For everything!” Her voice shouts out into the night, and you close your fists in pure irritation to see her again. “I never meant for it to go this far!” Kristy shouts as she gets out of the car.

You don’t answer her. You simply fish out your phone from your purse again and text a ‘Hurry up’ to Patty to keep yourself busy. Kristy doesn’t seem to have cared for your lack of attention, as she continues to walk in your direction and outstretches her hand, as if asking you to hold it. You can't even hold back your disgust once you notice it.

“I am so sorry,” Kristy says, now standing in front of you. “I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize it. I should’ve listened to you.”

Her hand tries to envelop yours, but you pull away quickly. “Don’t touch me.”

“Please, you have to hear me out. I was just so worried about you. I even tried to talk it out with your parents to calm them down, too.” She breathes out as if she ran to say this to you. “But they just wanted to leave and talk to you about it.”

You still don’t say anything.

“Let’s go inside and talk to them together.” She reaches for your hand again, and you take a step back. “We’ll figure this out together, okay? We’ve been best friends for so many years, we can’t just throw that away, right?”

“You already did.” You answer her, surprising her. “You did it as soon as we talked in your car, and only fortified it with whatever happened tonight.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is to me.” You tell her, “I haven’t been your friend since then. So, yes. We did throw that away.”

Your name escapes her lips in a pleading tone, and you almost slap her across the face when noticing tears forming in her eyes. She had to be joking. What reasons could she have to cry? In your face, specifically?

Another car comes to a stop in front of your home, and you sigh when you notice another right behind. Patty told Rafe. Great.

You start walking towards them, but Kristy seems not to really get what you told her, because she stays close behind. “We can fix this, still, Y/N.” Kristy says, “Let’s go inside, please. Let’s talk to your parents and sort this out.”

You look over your shoulder and see her turn around. You watch her as she starts knocking on your front door. All while Rafe, Patty, and Topper all start getting out of the cars, you begin to want to bury yourself in a literal hole. With this, the front door also opens, and you let out the biggest sigh. This could not have gotten worse.

You decide to keep on walking in the direction of the cars, and Kristy’s voice starts again, but now with your parents. It's all the same: apologies and trying to amend anything that she’s done. But the reality is that your parents are not focused on her or her words, but really on your back as you walk away, and the cars that are parked in front of their home.

“What the hell happened?” Rafe asks you as soon as you stand close enough, and his voice, though low, gets everyone’s attention.

“Got kicked out.” You say, surprising yourself with a shrug.

Your parents stand by the door with Kristy right in front of them. She tries to reach out to them, trying to hold onto your mother’s hand and rain down more apologies, just like you had listened to. Your mother’s hand is unmoving, even when Kristy’s hand goes around it. She tries to speak to her, but your mother’s eyes are focused on you only. She cannot hear what you’re saying to Rafe, who is still wearing his suit, and as he lays his hand on your shoulder. His own eyes haven’t lifted to face anyone else. They are stuck on you as you speak.

Patty and Topper also walk closer, almost covering you away from your parents’ gaze. Your father notices how Rafe’s expression twists multiple times throughout the sentences that you tell him. A mixture of anger and confusion all around. A girl he doesn’t recognize, Patty, wraps her arm around you and continues to listen to you in silence. All while Topper Thornton has brought his hands to his head, listening to you, frustrated, as he scrubs his hair.

“We can all fix this.” Kristy’s voice cuts through everyone’s trances, those who listen to you and those who are fixated on you from a distance. “This can all be fixed.”

Rafe lifts his gaze for the first time with her words and looks directly at her. He has no reaction, but Kristy still cannot find herself to meet his eye. Not after all of this. She holds onto your mother’s hand and squeezes it before facing her, with her smudged makeup and teary eyes.

Rafe looks away and down at you. Your parents notice that you seem to be calmer than when you were inside the house. At least, you didn’t seem to be violently crying as you once had done amidst the argument inside. Rafe says something to you that your mother cannot understand, and you only nod in response. Patty smooths her hand down your back in comfort, and Topper shares a look with her in complete shock. He never knew how bad this was.

Kristy looks between the two groups in despair, not knowing what to say or do. She lets go of your mother’s hand, making her realize she had been holding it this entire time, and decides to start walking towards you. Topper notices her first, and Patty right after. Patty looks Kristy dead in the eye, and it makes her stop walking.

“We should go,” Patty says to you before turning her head to face you.

“Where do I even go?” You ask her, and Kristy looks at you, noticing you are holding Rafe’s hand as you speak.

“Any of our houses.” Patty shrugs, and you look up at Rafe, who is looking down at you in silence. “Why don’t you stay with Rafe today, and I’ll get the spare room in my house ready? My parents are on a trip for a month.” Her hand rubs between your shoulders, and you nod.

“Is that okay?” You ask Rafe, as if he could ever say no to you.

He gives you a look that would’ve made you laugh any other day, but not this one. Rafe then pulls you over in the direction of the car, and Patty’s hand falls from your back, letting you walk away. Kristy, for the last time, tries to follow you before you leave for the Camerons’ home, but Patty steps in her way, stopping her.

“You’ve done enough today,” Patty tells her, as she listens to the car door closing on the passenger’s side. Rafe walks around the car to the driver’s seat, and Kristy follows him with her eyes.

“I have to tell her that I’m sorry.”

“It won’t do anything,” Patty tells her, almost letting out a groan when noticing that your parents are walking closer too.

“Let us speak to her.” Your mother says, right as Rafe’s car starts.

Patty opens her mouth to answer her, but she is walking in the direction of your, blacked out, window before she can even say anything. You look over at your mom, watching as she moves her hands to ask you to roll down the window. You don’t do it.

“Honey, please let me talk to you.” Your mother still says to the window, but you look away and say something to Rafe, which makes him drive away without you sharing a word.

Your mother sobs out loud as the car pulls off the driveway, and Patty looks over at Topper, who is in absolute shock at all that has happened.

What a hell of a night.

(…)

Waking up seems to have become easier after a few days in your new bed. It, obviously, doesn’t compare to your old one, but you have a sense that your body is finally getting accustomed to it. The lack of curtains, on the other hand, is what you think you'll never accept into this new home. It is absolutely ridiculous to be brought up from your slumber by what feels like a spotlight right in your face.

You stretch before bringing yourself to sit on the bed. Your hair already feels like a mess, and you haven’t even touched it. You let out a breath and bring your body up on your feet, forcing yourself into the bathroom.

You decide to take a shower and start getting yourself ready for the day, even without breakfast, which has been hard to stomach lately. You run over to the bedroom to get something quick and comfortable to put on, and decide on a dress, given that today will be hot.

When finally out of the bathroom and bedroom, you can hear voices from the TV in the kitchen. You talk in the direction of the voices and, in the room, you get Patty's attention right away. She had just been distracted by her phone while mixing something in a pan when you stepped into her field of view.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty!” Patty excitingly tells you, “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” You answer, leaving it short and sweet.

“Do you still love my lack of curtains?”

“Absolutely.” You give her the fakest smile ever, making her laugh out loud.

You walk over to the island, and Patty hands you a plate full of food. You thank her, and the room soon goes back to just the noise coming from the TV - some sort of podcast video Patty tends to listen to while she cooks. You don’t mind the noise. Nor do you mind Patty’s silence as she cooks. It only leaves you to think to yourself, or, better, not think at all about what truly wants to be brought forward into your mind and made into a real issue.

Everything just went down 4 days ago. It’s supposed to still be fresh and still make you want to cry your eyes out. You’re supposed to be okay with being upset about what happened. But you really can’t bring yourself to cry anymore.

“Where’s Rafe?” You ask Patty, making her look away from the pan.

“Gym, I think.” She shrugs, “Topper picked him up just an hour or two ago.”

You nod and go back to eating. Your phone sits right in front of you. You’ve made yourself block Kristy and many of the other girls by now, as your phone was becoming unusable by the number of notifications you’ve been getting. And now, your mother’s contact flashes on the screen, and you hesitate before you grab to answer it.

“Hello?” You say, as Patty turns around to notice what you’re doing. She stands still.

“Y/N.” Your mother says, “I need you to come grab your things as soon as possible. I need your room vacant by this afternoon.”

If you didn’t know your mother, this would’ve hurt more than a stake through the heart, but you know what she’s doing. She’s trying to rub at the wound, so you’ll go back home and tell her how right she was all along.

“Okay.” You tell her.

You could hear a pin drop with her following silence. You let yourself continue it for longer, getting yourself a mouthful of food while you’re at it. Once you swallow it, you speak again.

“I’ll make Rafe drive me there, we’ll go grab everything as soon as he’s back from the gym.”

There are a few seconds of silence.

“And when will that be?” she asks, suddenly. “I want to be out of the house when that happens.”

Dramatic.

“In-” You’re ready to say a random number, but the doorbell is heard from the front of Patty’s house, “In an hour, max.”

Patty walks out of the room to open the door for Rafe, Topper, and probably Kelce, and you take another bite from your food. Patty really does know how to cook.

“Alright.” Your mother says, dryly.

“Bye.” You say before ending the call.

The voices of the three, as you had assumed right, men fill the house all of a sudden, and you look over your shoulder to find Rafe walking into the kitchen, definitely looking for you. You smile at him and jump out of your seat. He leans down to get a kiss as soon as he’s close enough, and you continue smiling up at him.

“I need a favor.” You tell him.

(…)

You have been packing with Patty for the past hour, and you still feel like things are far from being all packed. Rafe came to be of no help at all. He helped in the first few minutes, finding much pleasure in looking through your things as you put them into bags and boxes, but now, as he says, he is bored. You’ve thrown 3 pillows at his face in this entire hour. With no regrets.

He keeps lying on your naked mattress, as you had decided to take the sheets off your bed while you were packing. His phone has been asking for battery for the past minutes, and he is seemingly close to closing his eyes and going to sleep. You don’t have it in you to force him back up. At least he will be quiet.

“Do you want to take these too?” Patty asks, pointing at the things on top of your desk.

“Yes, please.” You say, seated on the ground as you forced closed a bag of clothes.

Your wardrobe is empty, except for some boxes that you have no interest in taking with you, as well as the bedside tables. Your book stands are just halfway done, and all you can think about is how you are probably taking too long, and your parents might appear sooner or later.

“At what time did your parents say they would be back?” Patty asks, and you walk to your phone.

Your phone is on your bed, just beside Rafe, who opens his eyes as soon as you step closer. You try not to trip on your way to him and, as you reach for your phone, Rafe tries to caress you. You simply smack him away.

“In thirty minutes.” The text from your mother only said that you had less than two hours to pack everything. And then leave the key on the kitchen table.

Patty sighs and starts to throw your things with less care into the bags. You can’t judge her. You two have no more time, and it’s been long enough to start losing the patience you once had when you first got here. You look down at Rafe, who is burning a hole through your skull, and he pretends to close his eyes as if he’s going to sleep. You grab onto the pillow that hadn’t fallen onto the bed on your previous attack and hit him square in the face. Rafe gets startled, and you embarrassingly squeal as you try to get away from him before he grabs you.

Rafe refuses to get out of bed, so you get back to work in peace. It takes Patty a few more minutes to clear out the desk and the rest of the book stand, and then she announces that she needs to go to the bathroom really quickly. Right as the door closes, you grab the plastic hangar closest to you and throw it at Rafe.

“Why are you throwing things at me?” Rafe, with his male audacity, asks.

“Because you aren’t moving a single muscle, that’s why.” You tell him, sincerely. “Help me out. We’re almost done, anyway.”

He huffs out a breath with his dramatics and gets back up. You hand him the hangars, and he starts putting them down on the box as you collect them from the ground.

Right as you’re holding the box together so that Rafe can tape it closed, a sound interrupts your peace. It isn’t Patty getting out of the bathroom, or a notification on your phone. Nope, it was a door. More specifically, the front door.

Rafe looks directly at you when the door closes, and you take a breath. Everything will be fine, you tell yourself. Patty gets out of the bathroom with an expression that could only show that she, too, heard the front door. So, all of you get back to work without saying anything.

Whoever is in the house among you may not hear your voices as you work, but you three aren’t silent with packing, nor do you intend to. It’s better if they know you’re still here.

“Want me to take anything to the car, yet?” Rafe asks, hands on his hips.

“Yes, please.” You tell him, pointing at the boxes closest to the door. “Can you go with him, Patty?”

Patty nods at you, letting out a breath as if relieved from being free from the packing job, and they grab as many boxes as they can. Patty takes two boxes piled on top of each other before getting out of the room, and you help Rafe pile the second one as he already has a bag over his shoulder. A pink one too. He looks cute.

“Be right back.” He says before leaving the room.

You turn back to face the boxes and decide to finish up the tape first. At least, whenever they get back up here, they’ll be able to take more boxes and free up some space in the room. You grab Rafe’s phone to check the time, and you supposedly have 20 more minutes. Whoever just got home, got here early.

You kick the least fragile box of clothes closer to the door for easier grabbing and go back to the hangers, taping the box shut and kicking it away. You look around the room and start taking down your posters and whatever else is left on the walls.

Due to your complete concentration, you fail to realize that Rafe and Patty have come back to grab more boxes, and that, after they’re gone, someone now stands by your door. They wait for you to notice them, but with the back and forth of taking things down and shoving them into bags, you don’t even realize you’re being watched.

At some point, you zip up the small backpack and notice someone at the door. Naively, you assume it’s Rafe as he’s usually the fastest to come back for boxes, and Patty had just left, so you speak to him.

“Babe, could you just-” But it’s not Rafe. When you turn your head to hand Rafe the bag you want him to take down to the car, you find your mother instead. “Oh, hi.”

She doesn’t talk, at first. You watch as she takes in the room, absent of nearly all your belongings and having lost all the personality it once had.

“We’re almost done packing.” You clear up, “We’ll be done in like… 5-ish minutes.”

She still doesn’t say anything, but she steps into the room. Your eyes follow her as she moves, and then she simply takes a seat on your bed. Your naked bed. She notices the lack of clothing and runs her hands over it.

“I put the sheets in the hamper,” You try to get her to talk again. “Thought it would be easier for you to clean it after.”

Out of ideas on how to break your mother’s silence, you decide to continue your packing, letting her decide when she’d like to talk. You finish up quickly, and soon Rafe shows up at the door again. He opens his mouth to talk, but immediately shuts it when he notices your mom sitting on your bed. His widened eyes find you, making you the one to break the silence.

“Can you take these,” You point to the last boxes, “and these?” You hold two small bags in your hands.

Rafe doesn’t verbally answer. He just grabs everything and gives you a look before disappearing again. It was a look of caution, almost as if you are near some predator that is ready to bite you. You ignore it and take in the finally empty room.

You don’t let your eyes sting with tears. Not even when you think of how you slept most of your nights in this room. This was where you had the best sleepovers and late nights with friends. Gosh, even with Rafe. And now, it lies naked and cold. Something that makes you understand your mother’s sudden silence a bit too well.

You knew her bite over the phone was a fallacy. Her mask following arguments is always the same. Cold. Stoic. But they always crumble, and she’s always the first to apologize. Though you don’t think today will be it.

“I don’t agree with what your father did to you,” the slap, she means.

You don’t say anything.

“Nor what he called you.”

She lifts her eyes from the empty bed, finally, to you.

“But I want you to understand that we had worries before having any anger towards you.” She admits, with her voice low. “We don’t know Rafe. Nor do I think we wish to… Nor do we know his family all that well… But you need to understand that we were terrified when we first heard it.”

“I understand.”

Her silence makes you want to elaborate.

“I don’t agree with what happened. Nor do I believe I will forgive either of you.” You notice a flash of anger behind her eyes for a second, but it disappears quickly. “But I understand why you’d be scared. That’s why I wanted to be the one to tell you, and the one to ease you into it.” You let silence consume the room yet again before finishing with, “You don’t know Rafe. It’s fair that you’d be scared.”

“So, he isn’t what we’ve heard?” She challenges, though in a calm voice, almost sounding curious.

You hesitate to answer her, but then you remember. Your situation cannot get any worse, can it?

“He does drink, and he does party a lot.” You nod at her, and she’s focused on your every word. “I’ve seen him do drugs, too.” You admit, with little hesitation. “He has never coerced me into doing or drinking anything. And I don’t think I’ve ever really seen him actually drunk or high. Just…” You try to find a word, “dazed, I guess.”

The silence that follows is deafening, so you continue.

“I drink too, at parties.” You admit, “When I drink, he never drinks. And he always makes sure to drive me home, his or mine, and make sure I drink water before I go to sleep.” Your words surprise her, and she doesn't even hide it, so you continue. “He has fought a single person in front of me. Aiden, to be exact. And we got into a fight. And Rafe never fought again. Just like he promised.”

Your mother looks away to hide her surprise, which she is able to do by returning to her stoic and silent expression.

“He’s caring, and playful, and nice.” You keep going, “When he likes you.” You clarify with a short smile, which is evident in your tone. “And we didn’t start dating in the most romantic way possible. Nor did we go on a bunch of dates… we just… got together and enjoyed each other’s company too much to just… stop.”

You move towards the door, initiating your exit, but her eyes find you again.

“He loves me, Mom. He really does. He makes me feel safe and taken care of.” You admit with complete sincerity, “Since that fight after Aiden, he has never, ever, made me doubt him.”

She listens to you, and you can tell that she doesn’t believe you fully. But, in the very least, you’re happy that she is listening. This had been the speech that you had intended to tell her, calmly, if things had gone your way. You would’ve eased Rafe into her life, not forced him all in one go, like Kristy has done. Maybe you'd mention how he is when you tutor Wheezie, and how he helps you out so much with drives from his place to yours. Then, slowly, you would mention how he isn’t all that bad. Not anymore, at least. How nice he is to his sisters. How much of a clown he is with his friends. How gentle he is with you.

Rafe is someone you’ve grown out of a crush and have begun to love with your whole heart. You’d want your parents to love him, too.

“Where are you staying?” Your mother asks.

“Patricia’s house.” You explain, then prefer to actually say the location of the house on the island, and provide more specifics, “She has a vacant room. So, I’ll probably stay there until college.”

It will be less than three months of summer. You’ll be off the island before you even get used to your new house.

Your mother sighs while looking away, and you watch her in silence.

“I don’t feel ready to talk about the other night, yet.” Her eyes meet yours again, “As your mother, I know that I should. But a lot happened, and it doesn’t feel right yet to talk to you about it.”

“I agree.” You nod.

“Just…” She hesitates, “Know that your dad is regretful. He really is.” Your face must have shown your surprise, because she adds again, “He should’ve never done what he did. I made sure he knew that, too.”

You aren’t sure what to say, but you know this conversation is coming to a close.

“And… while we don’t get this over with,” she waves her hand between yourselves to symbolize your argument, “Just promise me…” Your eyes sting at her sudden tone of voice. It's soft. “Promise me that you’ll be safe.”

“I promise.” You say right away. “I promise, whole heartedly.”

“Good.” She nods before her eyes hit the floor again.

Silence comes back to haunt both of you, so you decide that it is time to leave. You don’t reach for her, even when your heart begs you to. You have always been close to your mom, and knowing that she has come to her senses… It makes you hopeful again.

“I’ll be going, then.” You announce, and she nods without looking at you.

And, with that, you go and, with a quick reach into your pocket, leave the house keys with her.

A/n.: Feel free to send me asks about literally anything: my plans regarding the following chapters (spoiler free, of course), where the hell i've been, etc. I've missed y'all <33333

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rafesgiirl · 2 months ago

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I loved this HAHAHAHA

OFF LIMITS — rafe cameron

author's note: this was so weird to write bc i've never really written smut before and i literally had no clue what to say LMAOO?? hope it's somewhat entertaining 🤍 warnings: smut, MDNI, fratsweetheart!reader x fratboy!rafe, masturbation (male), cursing, mention of female body parts

The thing about being the frat sweetheart was that you were technically off limits to anyone in the house.

It was an unspoken rule. Some ancient, passed-down frat lore that nobody could fully explain but everyone somehow respected. You were their crown jewel—untouchable, unbothered, worshipped like a goddess who brought home-baked, sprinkle-adorned cupcakes to chapter meetings and kept the pledges in line with a single, perfectly arched brow. Dating you? That was practically sacrilegious. The boys would have the offending brother's face on a wanted posted by the end of the day.

But... Rafe Cameron never really abided by the law. State, federal or frat.

He'd find his eyes lingering, unintentionally, accidentally, but unwaveringly on you as you passed by him, walking around the house in your fluffy slippers like you ran the place (you did.) His hands would find every chance they could to touch you: cupping your hips when he scooted past you, offering to help you carry the cases of beer to the cooler just to feel your fingers brush against each other.

And when you smiled at him--really smiled--like he wasn’t just another frat boy with a god complex and a backwards hat?

Yeah. He knew he was doomed.

He still had the decency to feel a hint of shame, though, as he laid in bed one evening. The other brothers had gone to go help you clean up after a party gone wrong; he had feigned a fever, whining dramatically as he laid in bed. You’d come upstairs like the actual angel you were, pressed a perfectly manicured hand to his forehead (still warm from the hot towel he'd pressed against it earlier.) You cooed something sweet, called him “poor baby,” and kissed his cheek before the crash of glass downstairs tore you away screaming Mason, I swear if that's you... He was whining for a completely different reason now. Your Instagram was pulled up on his cracked phone, the photos from your latest post plastered across his screen. A shot of you bending over as you set up beer-pong, skirt riding up unabashedly, the scrap (if even that) of your panties peeking through. Another one of your tits pushed up in a tiny triangle bikini as you held a bottle of liquor in the air.

He was a goner. Rafe could barely think straight with his eyes fixated on his glowing screen, hand fisting his embarrassingly hard erection. He'd only been viewing your page for perhaps a minute and he was already rock solid, the tip raw and red and leaking.

He had to gnaw on his lower lip to fight back his pathetic groans as his hand moved faster, slick with some random lotion he'd dug out of his suitcase. Squeezing the length of him, swiping his thumb over his slit, his hips were bucking into his hand in no time.

"Mm, fuck, baby," he didn't dare utter your name, even in the midst of his desperation. God forbid one of the guys walks in and hears that. "So good...just like what." He thumbed back and forth between the photos with his other hand, unable to decide what he wanted to look at more. Each time he imagined your honeyed voice from just minutes before, the press of your lips against his cheek, he swore his hips jolted off the bed, hand moving frantically over himself.

His mind conjured up the wildest fantasies. Of you finally letting him have his way with you one night, of you finally being his. He didn't even care about the presidency at that point, he just wanted to feel you moaning and squirming beneath him, looking up pleadingly with those pretty eyes. He'd treat you better than any of those guys he saw you parading around campus with. Finally, he swiped to the last photo, one he hadn't even noticed. It was a photo of you, not scandalously exposed like the other ones. Just you, smiling widely, eyes glittering as you looped your arms around one of your girlfriends. A genuine moment, a moment where you looked purely like you. And the worst part? That was the one that sent him over the edge.

Abruptly, he found himself coming, hips jolting, toes curling, eyes squeezing shut, hand slowing down as he rode himself through his orgasm. His seed covered the sheets and his stomach in thick ropes, a few specks landing on his screen. And, to really top it off, he accidentally called out your name. Practically screamed it.

He was so screwed. Rafe heard the rushed patter of your feet going up the stairs and forced himself to blink out of the haze. That was probably the most intense orgasm he's ever had. All from jerking off like a horny teenage boy to your Instagram photos. God, he was really pathetic? But before he had time to linger on his post-nut clarity, he heard the door creaking open and bolted to pull the soiled covers over him. You came rushing in, all wide-eyed and concerned as you sat on the side of his bed, likely inches away from a puddle of cum. He grimaced. "Rafe! Are you okay?" You hurried to ask, tone all soft and distressed and caring. "Oh, uhhh..." he had to force himself not to stammer as he dramatically slumped against his pillow, reassuming his sickly-Victorian-child act. "Yeah, yeah just... fell asleep, had some weird ass fever dream, you know?" "Damn, this cold's really beating your ass," you observed, raking your fingers through his damp, sweat-slick hair. "You're sweating like crazy. Maybe you should ditch the blankets?-" He swore his heart dropped and he insistently tugged the comforter back on as you moved to lift it. "Nah, nah, I'm good, I promise. Don't worry about me. Go back to fixing the house, yeah? Those dumbasses won't know what to do without you." You giggled lightly, seemingly deterred, much to his relief. "You're right, I should get back. Call me if you need me, alright?" He nodded quickly and then, you bent down once more, kissing his cheek. As you left, he glanced towards his lap and saw his previously limp length already hardening and filling with blood. Fuck.

©hymnheart, 2025

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rafesgiirl · 2 months ago

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why are so many of rafe cameron fics set with readers that are just like.. bimbos.. and he’s the ‘big strong guy’ taking care of them?? are we living in the 50’s?? yes make your readers hyper feminine if you so please, but come on ladies.. at least have him view her as an equal 😔

i’m not trying to yuck anyone’s yum here, i do scroll when i see stuff im not interested in; but it’s usually not even in a sexual context or addressed? it’s just like.. their overall dynamic? i swear it’s almost specific to rafe cameron fics as well; he just treats the reader like a baby that loves pink…it’s so strange ?? i could potentially be deeping this, it just feels icky in the societal and political climate we’re in 😒 ok bye ho

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rafesgiirl · 2 months ago

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"I'll drown him in the stingray tank," he adds, quieter this time. "Make it look like an accident."

hot as fuck

Rafe watches your face instead of the water, not saying anything else when you finally reach into the water with both hands, glowing in the blue light. He just leans his elbows on the edge beside you, chin propped in his palm, and watches you like you're the exhibit.

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

"I'm a stingray whisperer now," he declares all smugly, stealing a kiss from you as his prize.

killed me

this was so beautiful omg

AQUARIUM | RAFE CAMERON

masterlist | taglist

cw: fluff, suggestive and sexual connotations, established relationship, flirting

synopsis: taking your bf to the aquarium for this week's date

"I still don't understand why you're so obsessed with some fish," Rafe huffs, walking hand in hand with you up to the front desk to pay for tickets. "You can watch 'em on the National Geographic for free."

Rafe always walks a little slower when you're holding hands like this, swinging your hand a little too just because he knows it makes you giggle. His thumb keeps sliding over the back of your hand absentmindedly. You look up at him through long lashes, raising a brow. "You promised me, Rafey," You remind, amused at his scrunched nose. "This week was my pick. Golf and dinner was starting to get old, you know."

He scoffs, pretending to be offended, and nudges your hip with his just enough for you to stumble. He tightens his grip on your hand so you don't fall.

"I thought you'd take me to watch a movie or something, you lil' nerd." He gestures towards the pretty shark made of glass that's behind the counter. "Not on a field trip."

You pinch his cheek and huff at how grumpy he’s being, and he bites your finger in retaliation. "Rafe!" You cry out, glaring at the little mark. "You bit me, you animal,"

He laughs and messes with your hair. "Yeah, cause you touched my flawless face with your grubby little hands." But he's already reaching for your hand again, long fingers curling around yours like it's his by default. His palm is warm and a little rough.

He tugs out his wallet from his back pocket before you can chew him out for calling you grubby, and he pays for two tickets, the most expensive ones that allow you to feed the rays, pet the sharks, all that extra stuff you'd never splurge on for yourself. His card is already out, black and shiny, like always. "Gotta give my girl the full experience, he grins, taking your tickets and shoving them in his pocket.

After walking through the gate and taking one look at the first exhibit, a school of fish swimming around a pretty coral reef, he's already pretending to drag his feet to piss you off, knowing damn well you can't drag along a two hundred pound man. You shoot him a look, and he just smirks, pleased with himself. He loves getting a rise out of you.

"You're so mean," You frown at him, shoving at his chest. "I should've brought someone who actually likes sea creatures."

Rafe stops walking immediately, and you almost bump into him from the sudden halt, but he drags you even closer, not letting go of your hand. His chin is tilted down to look at you like you’ve just said something insane.

"Try it," he says, voice low. "Bring some other guy to your little nerd date. I dare you."

Your eyes widen, cheeks warm instantly. You weren’t expecting him to take the bait, much less lean in the way he is now, mouth brushing the shell of your ear when he talks. You feel it more than you hear it.

"I'll drown him in the stingray tank," he adds, quieter this time. "Make it look like an accident."

"You're deranged." You huff at him, scowling when he grabs onto your hips from behind and rests against you, laying his chin on your head while you watch the fish.

You're trying really hard not to smile, standing in his arms with your head against his thick bicep, but with the weight of his chin on your head and the way he's got one arm wrapped around your neck and the other around your waist, you can't help but feel comforted. He's warm and smells so good, and you feel him breathing against your back, slow and steady like he's not in any rush to move.

For a second, it's actually nice. The tank glows soft blue in front of you, fish darting through the coral. The room is quiet, a peaceful hum. And Rafe, despite all the whining, just melts into you, his lips brushing your temple like he forgot he's supposed to be mocking the fish.

"You know..." he breaks the silence. "You'd look so sexy in one of the little tour guide uniforms." he mumbles in your ear, and you roll your eyes at how he ruined the moment because all he can think about is fucking you. "Get you in one of those khaki shorts a size too small so it really clings to your ass... and-"

"Rafe," you groan, pulling away from him and smacking his arm. "You ruin everything." He laughs loudly not even trying to hide how pleased with himself he is as you stomp off toward the stingray exhibit, muttering about how you should've come alone.

"Wait!" He calls after you, laughing at you. His longer strides shorten the distance between you guys quickly. "You didn't even let me finish! I was gonna say I'd volunteer to be your intern and we'd have fun in the break room!"

"You're so gross!" you throw over your shoulder, and he dodges a family with a stroller to run up beside you, pretending not to care that he’s still snickering behind you.

Rafe comes up to your side, bumping his shoulder gently into yours." C'mon. Let me redeem myself."

You keep your arms crossed. "You were being sweet for two seconds, and then you had to be a horny pervert."

"Well sorry that you turn me on, baby."

You shake your head, biting your cheek to keep from smiling, and stare hard at the stingrays. One glides up to the edge of the pool and flaps its fins a little, like it’s waving hello. You visibly soften, letting out a tiny gasp.

You reach back to poke his tummy just to piss him off, but he just grins, nosing at your hair now. "Tell me what it’s called again," he says suddenly. "The pancake."

"It’s called a cownose ray, babe. It's gentle."

He laughs and shakes his head, more focused on sniffing your hair than learning anything about sea creatures. "Gentle and ugly." He snickers, cracking himself up.

You groan at his idiocy, spinning back to face him just to see him grinning at you and nuzzling your cheek. "I already know everything I need to know."

You scoff, knowing you could prove him wrong in seconds. "Oh yeah? What's a group of jellyfish called, then?"

He squints at you, then at the tank, thinking hard before his eyes light up like he came up with the answer. "A gang, duh."

You actually snort, biting your lip to hold back laughter. "It's a smack of jellyfish."

"But they're not smacking anything!" he argues instantly. "I like mine better."

He moves closer, crowding into your space. Your fingers trail through the water again, chasing after the gliding ray with a dreamy look in your eye that Rafe is basically smitten with.

He doesn't even bother pretending to care about the stingrays. He's too busy staring at your soft expression. The light of the tank flickers against your skin, coating you in a shimmery glow, and Rafe is just gone. You're still trying to get the cownose ray to come closer when he starts trailing lazy kisses up your jawline. "I came here to learn something," you say insistently. His kisses are distracting you.

"Learn how wet things get when you touch 'em?" he offers, clearly trying to ruin every moment you try to have. You gasp and elbow him so hard in the ribs that he actually coughs, laughing through the pain like he's proud of himself.

You scoff at him and go back to watching the water. The moment your fingers glide back into the tank, the stingrays come swarming like you're magnetic. One bumps into your hand like it wants attention. Another flaps right up to the surface, letting you run your fingers along its soft back.

Rafe huffs and looks over your shoulder. "Why are they all coming to you?" he mutters, brows furrowed.

You glance over your shoulder and look smug. "Because I'm gentle. And sweet." You wiggle your fingers and the ray you were petting comes back for more. "They can tell I'm friendly," you say, voice soft like you're trying not to scare them off. "Animals are smart."

Rafe doesn't answer right away. He's just watching, eyes flitting between the stingrays and the way your face lights up every time one of them moves. His gaze is kind of stuck on you now, his mouth slightly parted, one hand reaching out like he might touch the water too but thinking better of it. "You look like a Disney princess," he says under his breath, sounding almost annoyed about it. "This some kinda magic trick?"

You giggle and glance back at him, smiling at his pink cheeks. "Jealous they like me more than you?"

He doesn't answer. Just stares, long and hard, then lifts one hand like he's going to try. His fingers hover above the water slowly. "They'll let you," you promise. "Just move slow. Be nice."

Rafe rolls his eyes. "I am nice, princess."

"You're kinda mean."

"Lies."

You smile, pleased, and scoot over a little to give him room. "Come on. Try it. They don't bite."

He finally dips his fingers in, bracing himself like the water's going to rise up and fight him. One of the rays floats nearby but ignores him completely. Another swerves toward your side again, flapping excitedly. Rafe watches it trail past his hand without even a nudge. "Wow," he mutters. "They really do hate me."

"They love me though," you brag, petting another as it bumps into your palm. "They know I'm their friend."

"They know you're a weirdo who coos at them like they're babies" he says, but it's fond. You hear it. His voice has gone soft again. He looks at your lips intently. You look up and catch him mid stare, head tilted, mouth tugging up at the corners. You shift over just enough that your knee brushes his thigh, and point toward one of the stingrays lingering near the edge. "That one," you whisper. "Try with him. He's curious."

Rafe scoffs under his breath, trying to mask the way he's actually invested now, even as he glares suspiciously at the water. He tries to reach out again, and the ray drifts closer, gliding by his hand slowly and gently.

Rafe's whole body jolts like he wasn't expecting contact, and he stares down at the soft creature.

"There you go, Rafey." you huff, trying not to laugh. "You did it."

He doesn't respond at first, just blinks down at the water like he can't believe he passed whatever test the creatures were giving. Then he looks at you with his eyes wide and his mouth tugged into a smirk that's entirely too pleased. "You saw that, right?"

"I was here," you laugh, bumping your shoulder into his. "You've been chosen."

"I'm a stingray whisperer now," he declares all smugly, stealing a kiss from you as his prize. He pecks your lips, relishing in that little smacking noise as he runs his tongue over your sweet lip gloss. Rafe hums against your lips, the sound low and content, thumb brushing on your cheeks again all soft and slow before you pull away, giving him one more peck. "PDA much?" You chastise.

The next room is darker, chilly with massive glowing tanks. The shark exhibits curves along a wide tunnel, glass stretching overhead so the water surrounds you from above. It's beautiful.

His hand tightens around yours as his gaze lifts, drawn up. One of the bigger sharks, long and grayish blue, swims overhead right as you enter, and Rafe freezes beside you, eyes sparkling. He lets out a low whistle. "Okay… okay, that's kinda sick."

You turn your head and smile up at him because you knew this would be his favorite part. "Told you." Rafe doesn't answer. He's too busy watching the tank now, eyes wide and bright in the low light, mouth parted just a little. One of the sharks curves sharply and darts away through a cloud of fish, and he steps closer to the glass.

His face looks different here as it's lit blue and dreamy. His tiny freckles are glowing faintly under the tank light, and his lashes skim his brow bone when he tilts his head to follow the movement. You blink, caught off guard by how pretty he is when he's distracted, and so subtly, you lift your phone and snap a quick picture.

Rafe hears the click and immediately whips around. "Did you just take a picture of me?"

You grin, backing up a step. "Yeah. You looked cute."

His brows pinch like he's gonna argue, but then you flip the phone around and show him.

His face in the picture is soft and boyish. He's smiling a little, all awe-struck and caught up, not even aware of the camera. His eyes are glittering from the light off the glass, and his cheeks are flushed, and he looks so sweet that you could eat him up.

Rafe stares at it for a beat, expression unreadable. "…Delete it."

You gasp, snatching the phone back before he can grab it. "No! It's so precious!"

He follows you. "Delete it or I'm throwing you into the jellyfish tank."

You squeal and dodge, laughing as you spin away, clutching the phone to your chest. "You're just mad I caught you being soft."

"I wasn't soft, I was admiring a predator," he snaps, chasing you around a tank pillar. "Sharks are apex, baby. I was in my element." He catches you around the waist, hands warm and a little greedy, pulling you in. Your laughter gets cut off when he dips his head and kisses you again suddenly like he forgot what he was doing and couldn't help himself. "mmh, rafe..." you moan against his mouth, lacing your arms around his neck to kiss him deeply

He groans softly when you melt into him, big hands spread wide at your lower back. His fingers keep brushing over the hem of your shirt like he's tempted to sneak underneath and feel your creamy skin and soft curves. He pulls you closer until there's not even an inch between you, kissing you like he forgot you were still in public.

Rafe backs you up against the glass, one hand still tight around your waist, the other shamelessly grabbing a handful of your ass like he owns it. He groans into your mouth when you kiss him back the same way, fingers curling in the back of his shirt.

"God, baby," he breathes against your lips, barely pulling back, still chasing your mouth like he’s starved. "You taste so fuckin' sweet... why do you always taste so good, huh?"

You're both breathless from all the kissing, cheeks warm and lips a little swollen, still tangled up in each other against the tank wall. He nuzzles at you, grinning smugly as he starts to nip at your neck, before trailing kisses back up to your mouth and placing one final sloppy kiss on your mouth, then another, and another, until they're quick little pecks that he knows make you giggle and squirm.

"Excuse me, clingy, we're in public," you murmur, trying to scold him even though you're clearly enjoying his little annoying smooches.

"So?" he says smugly, arms still wrapped around you. "You love it."

You laugh and poke his dimples. "Tolerate is the right word."

He gasps like you wounded him. "That's mean. Say you're sorry." He frowns at you playfully, tipping his forehead against yours. "Such a little brat."

You pout at him, but you're still tucked up close against his chest, his arms caging you in like he doesn't ever want to let you go. He leans down again. "Look who's being distracting now. Lemme go look at my sharks." You laugh and shove him. "You're the one who can't keep your hands off."

By the time you make it to the gift shop, your legs are a little tired and your cheeks hurt from how much you've been smiling with all the fun you’ve been having, but you don't care. You're practically skipping, still warm from the fun date you had, and he's walking just beside you, his arm slung lazily over your shoulder.

The gift shop is so cute. There's music from The Little Mermaid soundtrack playing and shelves of plush toys and racks of glow-in-the-dark hoodies, and you’re obsessed. You pick up a bright blue squid hat with little dangling tentacles and two big cartoon eyes on top, and Rafe puts it on your head, shoving it too low so that it covers your eyes just to mess with you. "Perfect," he says smugly, adjusting it crooked just to piss you off. "You look like a weird mascot, baby."

You lift the squid hat back up and pray he didn’t smudge your mascara. You'd punch him if he did. Then, you reach for a pair of giant shark goggles with LED lights in the eyes and sharp fake teeth under the frames. "You have to wear these to match, Rafe! Look how cute!"

He snorts. "No way." You raise your brows, taking a step toward the cashier. "Fine. Then I'm buying them anyway, and you're wearing them in our souvenir photo."

"Baby, no." he groans, but by then you're already marching to the cashier with the squid hat, the shark goggles, a plush jellyfish, and the keychain photo package, staring up at him with doe eyes and waiting for him to pay. He groans, getting out his card again as you beam and leave a kiss on his shoulder as a thank you while he mutters, "Better be getting some good head tonight."

Rafe lets you drag him over to the little picture booth, smiling in each one and copying whatever pose you wanna do. In the final photo, you're on his lap in your squid hat, cheeks warm from laughter, and Rafe's got the goggles on, kissing you for the photo.

You get the picture printed on one of those little plastic keychains with glitter floating inside, and you marvel at it, tipping it up and down so the water and glitter move around. Rafe just shakes his head and walks with you out to the parking lot as the sky darkens, still wearing the goggles and smiling at the way he's made you so happy today.

You get to his car and slide into the passenger seat like you always do, hugging the pufferfish to your chest. "You're gonna put that on your keys," Rafe says, teasingly, reaching to hold your thigh while he drives.

You nod and play with his fingers. "I am! You look so adorable, Ray. Everyone should see. Especially all your kook friends who think you're so tough and cool."

He huffs out a laugh, fingers curling around the steering wheel, and glances sideways at you. "You're lucky you're cute, baby. Otherwise I'd make you walk home in the dorky squid hat."

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rafesgiirl · 2 months ago

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bring me a man like this

flower for your thoughts?

rafe x florist!reader

Rafe didn’t know what possessed him to walk into the flower shop.

Maybe it was the ridiculous heat. Maybe it was the sign outside that said “Today’s Special: Sunflowers and Serotonin!” Or maybe it was you, standing behind the counter, tucking a daisy behind your ear like it belonged there in your pretty hair.

He stopped in the doorway and promptly forgot how to breathe.

You looked up with that soft, welcoming smile. “Hi there! Looking for something special?”

Rafe blinked. Then blinked again. “Uh…”

You tilted your head, waiting patiently.

“…Yeah,” he finally said, eyes darting wildly around the store. “I need… flowers.”

Your smile grew. “Well, you’re in luck. That is what we sell here.”

Rafe cleared his throat. “Right. Yeah. Obviously.”

You gently walked over, wiping your hands on your apron, completely unaware of the war Rafe was having internally over how pretty you looked surrounded by petals and sunlight. “Do you have someone in mind? A girlfriend? Anniversary? Apology bouquet?”

“No! I mean—no, not… no girlfriend.” He paused. “I mean, not yet.” He immediately wanted to slam his head into a vase.

You laughed, the kind of laugh that sounded like the beginning of spring. “Alright then, mystery bouquet it is.”

Rafe nodded, gripping the edge of the counter like it was keeping him upright. “Cool. Cool, yeah. Just, uh… make it something that says ‘I like flowers, but also I’m, like, masculine?’”

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t tease him. “I think I’ve got just the thing.”

Ten minutes later, he left with a wildly chaotic bouquet of wildflowers and eucalyptus, cheeks slightly pink, and your business card tucked in the pocket of his hoodie.

He swore he didn’t even like flowers. But now? Now he needed a reason to come back tomorrow.

Maybe he’d say his “non-girlfriend” really liked the bouquet.

Even if he never gave it to anyone but himself.

...

By the third week in a row, you’d stopped asking why Rafe was back.

But he still offered an excuse. Every time.

“These?” he said, glancing at the pastel bouquet you’d just wrapped for him, the one he picked out himself with surprising focus. “Uh… they’re for my aunt.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You said last week’s were for your aunt.”

“Right. Yeah. Different aunt. On the other side. Of… the country.”

You tried not to smile. “Must be a lot of birthdays in your family.”

Rafe nodded solemnly, like he was grieving the sheer number of imaginary relatives he had to account for. “Yeah. Big flower crowd. We’re, uh, really emotional people.”

The bell above the door chimed as he left, muttering something about 'floral therapy.'

You watched him go, messy hair, sweatshirt sleeves half-pushed up, carrying a bouquet like it was a precious artifact, and shook your head, heart a little warm.

You had no idea where the flowers were actually going. But you had a strong suspicion they were sitting on his kitchen table. Next to last week’s. And the week before that.

...

It started as a casual thing, just a silly game you played when business was slow and Rafe dropped by, pretending to browse.

You’d hold up a bloom and quiz him.

“Okay, what’s this one mean?”

He squinted at the delicate purple petals. “Uh… it’s giving... mild anxiety?”

You laughed. “Lavender. It means serenity.”

He rolled his eyes. “Same thing.”

The next time, you handed him a daffodil. “This one?”

“Sunshine? Or, like, happy?”

“Rebirth,” you grinned, “but I like your answer too.”

Over the weeks, he got better. Remembered a few. Asked questions. You didn’t think he was taking it seriously, until one rainy morning when you arrived to unlock the shop and nearly tripped over something on the front step.

A bouquet.

Messy, imperfect, and so very Rafe.

Red tulips. Honeysuckle. White lilac. A sprig of camellia.

Declarations of love. Bonds that can’t be broken. Youthful longing. Admiration.

Tied together with something makeshift: a gray hoodie drawstring knotted around the stems, fraying a little at the ends.

No card.

But you didn’t need one. Because when you looked up, Rafe was across the street, umbrella in hand, pretending to check his phone, failing to hide the smile tugging at his lips.

You ducked your head, cheeks warm, heart thudding.

You’d teach him the meaning of every flower in the world. But he just taught you what it meant to be seen.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fanfiction

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rafesgiirl · 2 months ago

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😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Hi my love, could you do a gynecologist!rafe but with sex toys??

warnings: pt.2, age gap, medical kink, doctor/patient power dynamic, vibrator use, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, orgasm control, creampie, praise + degradation, explicit language, breeding talk, not proofread!

pairing: gynecologist!rafe x reader

you don’t even ask why the room looks different today.

there’s no paper sheet this time, no stirrups either. just a soft leather bench—low, cushioned—and a warm towel already laid out for you to sit on.

rafe closes the door gently behind you, locks it, then turns.

“i’m trying a new setup,” he says casually, like it’s nothing. “just you and me. and a few pieces of equipment.”

you blink at the black cloth he’s unfolding. laid out inside: a sleek silver bullet vibrator, a thicker pink wand, a long toy that curves upward, and… a pair of wireless earbuds?

your mouth opens. “what’s that for?”

he smiles, calm and professional. “this is a focused stimulation protocol. we’ll be testing internal and external response patterns. i’ll be tracking your body’s reactions—tightness, temperature, muscle tension, vocalization. if you follow direction, we’ll finish with penetration.”

you swallow hard. “oh—okay.."

he helps you out of your clothes slowly. he deliberately folds them, setting them aside.

he has you lie back, legs open, hands relaxed at your sides.

“deep breath for me,” he says, voice low as he clicks the wand on. “and keep your eyes on me.”

the wand touches your clit and your hips jerk. it’s too much—you’re already sensitive from just being there, bare and watched under his gaze.

he hums in approval.

“good. you're very responsive. now don’t move.”

he keeps it there. doesn’t push, doesn’t thrust, just holds it steady while his other hand gently strokes your inner thigh. you’re panting, thighs already shaking. when you moan, he shushes you softly.

“quiet. you’ll distract the data.”

your orgasm hits like a wave—slow, rolling, overwhelming. you cry out without meaning to, clutching at the edge of the bench.

“mhm,” he says, making a little note in the tablet beside him. “that’s one.”

you barely recover before he’s sliding the curved toy inside you—warm, lube-slicked, angled perfectly—and turning that on too.

you feel it immediately, deep pressure that makes your toes curl.

rafe watches your face closely. “g-spot stimulation,” he murmurs. “let’s see if it triggers another release.”

you whimper, eyes glassy. “dr. cameron—feels so full—”

“you’re doing so well,” he murmurs, pressing the wand back to your clit at the same time. “just one more.”

you scream into your arm as you come again, harder this time.

wetter.

you don’t even realize you’re crying until his thumb wipes your cheek.

“beautiful baby. perfect reactions.” his voice is quieter now. “you’re ready.”

he sets the toys aside, wipes you down with something warm and gentle. then unbuckles his belt.

his cock is thick, flushed, leaking at the tip as he strokes it once.

“last part of the exam,” he says, voice rough.

“i need to feel you around me. just to confirm everything’s working the way it should.”

you nod, dazed. “yes… please. i want it.”

he sinks into you slow—slow enough to feel every inch.

you moan, eyes rolling back.

“fuck,” he groans. “tightest little cunt i’ve ever felt. all that prep and you’re still squeezing me."

you are, though. you’re so ready it hurts.

he moves with purpose. slow and deep, hitting the same spot the toy had touched. your whole body is electric—every nerve edge-sharp.

“you gonna come on my cock now?” he pants.

“gonna let me fuck another one out of you?”

you nod desperately, nails digging into the bench. “yes—yes, i’m coming—!”

he doesn’t stop. he fucks you through it, keeps going until your moans fall apart and your thighs shake uncontrollably.

“gonna fill this little pussy up,” he grits, breath stuttering. “need to see how your body reacts to cum. medical necessity, baby.”

you cry out as he finishes inside you, hips pressed deep, holding you full.

he stays there for a long moment. breathing with you. keeping you close.

“we’ll run a follow-up in seventy-two hours. i’ll want another sample then.”

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rafesgiirl · 2 months ago

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I have so many things to say but I don't think any of my thoughts are legal 🥵🥵🥵

Hiii!! Can I request gynecologist rafe x fem reader that can’t orgasm and he helps her (some smut)

Tysm, love your stories!! <3

warnings: smut, taboo, age gap (19/29), medical kink, orgasm therapy, fingering, dirty talk, dominant!rafe, nervous!reader, lowercase

pairing: gynecologist!rafe cameron x fem!reader

you’re not sure what’s worse—the paper gown, the stirrups, or the fact that the man standing between your knees is painfully attractive.

dr. rafe cameron.

“first time?”

he asks, voice low and smooth. he doesn’t look like any doctor you’ve ever seen. slicked-back hair, perfect teeth, sleeves rolled up to show strong, veiny forearms. his gold watch catches the light.

you nod. “yeah.”

his eyes flick down to your trembling knees. “nervous?”

“a little,” you whisper, even though your heart’s beating so hard it’s making your chest ache.

he hums, scribbling something on the clipboard.

“you’re nineteen. no birth control. no active partners. but you made this appointment yourself. so what’s goin’ on, baby?”

your cheeks burn.

god.

this is so embarrassing.

you look down at your hands, fingers fidgeting in your lap.

“i… i can’t finish.”

his brow lifts. “what do you mean?”

you hesitate. then, in a small voice, “i’ve never had an orgasm. not with someone. not by myself.”

he doesn’t laugh. doesn’t make a face. he just stares at you for a second like he’s reading you.

“how long you been tryin’?”

you shrug. “a couple of years.. i thought something was wrong with me.”

he steps closer. “nothing’s wrong with you.” a pause. “some girls just need a little help.”

your breath catches. “you mean…?”

his voice drops. “i mean, if you’re open to it, i can do an internal evaluation. a hands-on assessment. we’ll go slow. see if we can figure out what’s keepin’ you from letting go.”

you blink up at him, wide-eyed. “that’s… allowed?”

he smiles. “with your consent? yeah, baby. i’m licensed to make you feel good.”

you shiver.

he helps you lie back on the table, spreading your legs gently into the stirrups. the gown falls open. you’re bare under it. skin prickles as the cool air hits your center.

his eyes drag down your body, hungry. “pretty little thing,” he mutters, almost to himself. then louder, “i’ll start with just one finger.”

you nod, breath shaky.

he gloves up, squirts a little lube onto his fingers, and presses one thick finger inside you. slow. smooth. your body clenches around the intrusion, and he pauses.

“tight,” he murmurs. “you ever use toys?”

you shake your head. “just fingers.”

“makes sense.” he pushes deeper, his other hand resting on your thigh to keep you still. “gonna feel around a little. let me know if anything feels good.”

you can’t speak—you’re already panting. he curls his finger upward, and your hips jolt.

he smirks. “there she is.”

he presses again. and again. and each time your back arches a little more. you’re gasping now, whimpering when he adds a second finger, stretching you wider.

his thumb brushes your clit, slow and steady. “you’ve been waitin’ for this, huh?”

“y-yeah,” you breathe.

“just needed someone to show you how your body works. someone who knows how to make you cum.”

his fingers speed up, thumb rubbing harder. your thighs shake, breath ragged.

“rafe—i—”

he mumbles low. “that’s dr. cameron to you, baby. say it.”

“dr. cameron,” you whine.

“that’s right. say it again when you come.”

your whole body is burning. your hands clutch the paper beneath you, hips grinding into his palm. it builds so fast you almost don’t believe it—your first real orgasm crashing through you like lightning, loud and hot and blinding.

you moan his name as you fall apart, legs trembling. he doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering, too sensitive to take it.

he finally pulls out, fingers glistening. he watches the way your pussy flutters, still clenching around nothing.

“fuck,” he mutters. “we’re definitely gonna need a follow-up appointment.”

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rafesgiirl · 2 months ago

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ugh this bitch made me smile fucking rafe man

the fireworks are through, here we are, me and you - r.c

pairing: rafe x bartender!pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)

decided to get back into writing with something smaller and just in time for the NYE! i'm a bit late (obviously) but wanted to write a little piece for my first universe, since it's so dear to my heart! hope all of you add a good, fresh, amazing start to 2025 and if you didn't, it will get better 💘

Rafe Cameron had never cared about New Year’s Eve—never cared about anything that came with it, really.

No resolutions, no countdowns, no stupid superstitions. For years, the only thing NYE had ever been to him was an excuse to get high, shit-faced, or both. Another party, another distraction, another night to drown out the noise in his head.

This year was different, he had you.

“Tell me if it gets too much, okay?”

“Baby, I’m fine,” you reassured him, placing a hand on his chest to calm him down.

Rafe nodded, but you could see the gears turning in his head. He was watching you out of the corner of his eye every second, quietly assessing if you were comfortable, if you were happy.

You leaned against the marble kitchen island, sipping something fizzy from a crystal flute, half-listening as he introduced you to another one of his college buddies. He had his arm slung low around you, the tips of his fingers brushing the hem of your dress like he couldn’t help himself.

“You still good?” he murmured, leaning close so that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your ear.

You tilted your head to look at him, catching that pretty face that never failed to make your knees weak.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, though the truth was you felt a little out of place. You still weren’t used to this crowd, their polished laughs and overpriced cologne. Maybe you’d never be.

But Rafe made it bearable, he always did.

His eyes traced the curve of your cheek, the way the fairy lights strung across the patio reflected in your eyes. You didn’t notice, busy scanning the room, but to him, you were the only thing worth looking at.

“You’re lying."

Your brow furrowed as you looked back at him.

“What?”

“You’re not fine.” He moved impossibly closer, his free hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, “You always do that little thing with your mouth when you’re uncomfortable.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips twitched. “I’m fine, really. It’s just...not my scene.”

His hand dropped from your face to your hip again, pulling you a fraction closer, like he needed to feel you against him to believe you were really there.

“Okay, let’s eave,” he said, his tone so earnest it made your chest ache.

“Baby,” you sighed, placing a hand on his chest to keep him from spiraling into full protective mode. “You’ve been looking forward to this. I’ll survive a few hours of rich-kid bullshit. Promise.”

His jaw ticked, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your temple, “Don’t care about the stupid party,” he murmured against your skin. “Just wanted to spend the night with you.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time it was more for show.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you.” The words slipped out so easily, like they’d been sitting on the tip of his tongue all night. He meant every damn syllable.

The night wore on and he stuck to your side like glue. It was endearing, in a way, as he introduced you to his university friends, always with some kind of proud little flourish—like saying your name was his favorite thing to do.

“This is her,” he’d said more than once, his chest puffed up slightly, like just having you on his arm made him the luckiest guy in the room.

The way he looked at you made it hard to stay annoyed. Everyone was polite enough, but Rafe didn’t let any awkwardness linger, always guiding the conversation, nudging you in with a soft “Tell them about that time…” or offering a quick compliment like, “She’s way better at that than I ever was.”

And when one of his friends said something vaguely pretentious, you felt his hand tighten ever so slightly on your waist before he cut in with a sharp, “Yeah, okay, Benji, but tell them about the time you puked on your mom’s Birkin.” His grin was all teeth, but his tone was light—he was still playing nice, but only because of you.

By the time the countdown was close, the party had spilled outside.

The chilly night air nipped at your skin, but you didn’t mind—especially when Rafe shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders without a word.

“Thanks,” you murmured, pulling it tighter around you. It smelled like him—clean, with just a hint of that cologne you loved.

He didn’t respond, just tugged you closer, his hands settling on your hips as he leaned down to look at you. “What are you gonna wish for?”

“What?” you asked, caught off guard by the question.

“At midnight. What are you gonna wish for?” His blue eyes so intense they made your stomach scream.

You laughed, trying to brush off the sudden seriousness in his tone. “Don’t know. A winning lottery ticket, maybe? Health?”

But he didn’t laugh, just kept looking at you like you were the answer to every question he’d ever had.

“What about you? Do you know what you’re gonna wish for?”

His lips twitched into the faintest smile, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Already got everything I need.”

“Be serious."

He shrugged, the gesture almost sheepish, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on your heart.

“I, uh...might’ve wished for you last year,” he admitted, “Didn’t know it was you at the time, but...yeah. Turns out the universe actually listens sometimes.”

You stared at him, completely floored.

“You’re such a fuckin' dork.” You shook your head, trying to tamp down the stupid grin spreading across your face. “You really did the whole thing last year?”

“The whole thing,” he nodded, completely unashamed. “The grapes, the red underwear, the running around the block with a suitcase—”

“No,” you said, giggling now. “You did not.”

“Swear to God,” he shook his head. “Felt so fucking stupid at the time, but...worked, didn’t it?”

You arched a brow, fighting back a chucke. “It didn’t work. It’s all just superstitious bullshit.”

He shrugged, pulling you even closer. “You’re here in my arms, I’m pretty sure it did.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, the countdown began.

Ten seconds, then nine, then eight…By the time it hit one, his lips were on yours, the sound of fireworks and cheers fading into the background. All you could feel was him—his hands on you, his breath mingling with yours, the quiet hum of contentment settling in your chest.

Maybe he was right. Maybe the universe had been listening.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured against your lips, his voice hardly audible over the cheers and music around you. His forehead rested lightly against yours, his eyes still closed, he couldn’t pull away just yet.

“Happy New Year,” you echoed, your voice teasing. “Though I guess you’re feeling pretty smug right now, huh? Thinking you manifested all this.”

He hummed, his hands trailing up your sides. “Damn right I am. How else do you explain it?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, “Maybe it’s just dumb luck. Or—crazy idea—you charmed me all on your own.”

“Nah,” he said, beaming now. “Luck’s never been my thing. But you? You’re somethin’ else, baby. Don’t think I stood a chance once you walked into my life. If this is what I get every year, I’ll eat a whole fuckin’ vineyard’s worth of grapes next time.”

You snorted, “Don’t push your luck, Cameron. The universe might get tired of your whining.”

“Not whining,” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “Just thinkin’ about how lucky I got. Don’t know what I did to deserve this, but...shit, I’m glad I did it.”

“You’re just lucky no one got that on video. Kook Prince Cameron running around like a maniac? The scandal.”

“Don’t care,” he said simply, his tone so sure it made you pause. “Would’ve done it ten times over if it meant finding you.”

He didn’t how someone could be so completely themselves and still feel like his, you were made just for him.

“Rafe…”

“I mean it. You’re everything I ever wanted, baby. I didn’t even know it until you came along. Can’t imagine my life without you.”

Your breath hitched, the vulnerability in his voice wrapping around your heart and squeezing. When he kissed you again, the fireworks in the sky had nothing on the ones between you.

For once, he didn’t need the haze of a party or the numbness of a bottle to feel like he belonged, with you, he already did.

“You’re such a fucking romantic,” you whispered against his lips, your tone soft enough to take the edge off the words.

His cheshire grin returned.

“Guess you bring it out of me.”

You weren’t just someone he loved—you were it for him. His north star, the one thing that made the chaos in his head quiet. When he pulled back from another kiss, his eyes searched yours, a flicker of insecurity showing up.

“Was it dumb?” he asked suddenly, his voice hesitant.

You blinked, still dazed from the kiss. “What?”

“All that shit I said. The universe, the grapes…all of it. Was it too much?” He tried to laugh it off.

You shook your head, smiling in that way that always knocked the wind out of him.

“Not dumb. Kind of crazy, maybe, but sweet. Really sweet.”

His lips turned into a lopsided grin, relief flooding his features.

“Good,” he said, his voice firmer now. “’Cause I meant every word. Don’t tell anyone, though. Gotta keep up my rep.”

You laughed, and the sound was like a balm to his soul. He’d fight the whole fucking world to keep that laugh in his life. Your hands slid up to rest on his chest, your touch soft, familiar.

Safe.

“Tell me about this rep of yours.”

Rafe smiled to ear to ear, the devilish glow in his eye making your heart race.

“Y’know, bad boy, troublemaker, heartbreaker…” He trailed off, his smirk turning cocky. “And, uh, not to brag, but pretty great in bed.”

You froze for half a beat, pushing at his chest.

“Oh my God. Why would you even—ugh, you’re impossible.”

“What?” he asked innocently, though his expression betrayed him. “Just stating facts, baby.”

The teasing in his tone enough to make you groan.

“You’re disgusting,” you shot back, biting your lip to keep from squealing like an love sick fool.

“Disgustingly good-looking,” he corrected, leaning closer. “And disgustingly in love with you.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck.

“Nope. I take it back. I take all my kisses back.”

“You can’t do that!” He straightened, looking mock-offended.

“I can, and I just did.” You crossed your arms, stepping back just far enough to make him frown.

He followed instantly, tugging you back by the waist. “That’s not how it works, baby,” he said, dipping his head so his lips hovered just above yours. “You give ‘em to me, they’re mine. No refunds.”

You tried to glare, but the way his voice dipped on the last two words made your entire body shudder.

“See,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then another. And another. He trailed them down to your jaw, his grin widening with each one, “All mine.”

You raised a brow, trying to act unimpressed even as his voice sent shivers down your spine. “If this is your way of trying to get laid, it’s pathetic.”

“Pathetic?” he repeated, mock horror lighting up his features. “Baby, you were literally begging for it last night—”

Your jaw dropped, your cheeks flaming. “Rafe!” you hissed, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t budge.

“What?” he said, all fake innocence, even as his face turned downright wolfish. “’m just being honest. You said you liked it when I—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you warned, but he could hear the laugh bubbling just beneath the surface.

“Uh-huh,” he hummed, his nose brushing against yours as his lips finally, finally captured yours.

The kiss started slow, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you gave in, parting them for him.

The second you did, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a possessiveness that made your toes curl. He tasted like whiskey and mint, your favorites. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling just right as he claimed your mouth like it was his job.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your fingers curling into the lapels of his shirt to keep yourself standing. He took that as encouragement, biting down gently on your bottom lip before soothing the sting with a slow, wet drag of his tongue.

“Thought you were taking all your kisses back,” he muttered against your lips, his voice taunting as he pulled back just enough to make you chase him.

“Still considering it,” you panted, though the way you tugged him closer said otherwise.

His lips were on yours again, it made your head spin. His teeth grazed your lip again, and when you gasped, he licked into your mouth, groaning softly as he tasted you. When he pulled back just a smidge, a thin string of spit connected your mouths, and the sight of it made your cheeks burn all over again.

“Y’know,” he said, his voice husky as he used his thumb to wipe the corner of your swollen lips. “If you keep kissing me like that, we might have to skip the rest of this party.”

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him, “You think I’m that easy to distract?”

“Don’t need to think,” he mused as his hands slid lower, resting on the curve of your ass. “Pretty sure I just proved it.”

You sighed, but it wasn’t with exasperation—it was amusement, adoration.

Your your fingers brushed the collar of his shirt as you traced his cheek, “Skipping the party, huh?” you murmured, your lips brushing against his just enough to drive him crazy. “What would we even do instead?”

His hold tightened on your skin, his voice dipping into a near growl as he answered, “Baby, I can think of a few things.”

The heat in his eyes made your cheeks flush, and this time around you didn’t attempt to hide the shit-eating smile taking over your face.

“You’re not even a little subtle, are you?”

“Not when it comes to you,” he admitted, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours again.

Happy Fucking New Year to him.

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oh man this chapter was so sad and it hurt me but it was so good

Girls On Film

pairing: pornstar!Rafe x pornstar!Reader

Summary: Running away from home to become a pornstar was never in your books. Having to move in with some asshole wan't in it either. Surely living in a house with someone you dislike can't be hard. It's just work, that's all it is. Right?

Warnings: Mentions of abuse (Just a slap), let me if I missed any

Wc:4.5K

Chapter 11: This is Home

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Twelve

Twelve videos play in the back of your mind like an endless movie. After lunch with Liz you went back to the house and pulled out your computer. It took a while but you eventually found the videos buried under his page. She was good. You fell down the rabbit hole of looking her up and you now know everything. She’s gone through three different hair colors: brunette, blue, and blonde. There are a lot of videos on her page but only twelve have Rafe in it.

What could have happened within twelve video’s to blow everything up?

Every time you see him all you can picture is the way he was with her. You don’t know why you keep torturing yourself with it but you do. It’s like the videos are taunting you just sitting there to make your day worse. It’s gotten to the point where Rafe knows something is up but has been waiting for you to say something first. Which is never going to happen.

“You’ve been quiet recently.” The two of you are lying in bed not wanting to get up. Last night you went out with Amelia and her girlfriend. It was late when you had gotten back so waking up early was hard. “You’ve been chatty recently.” Rafe smiles at your comeback, letting out a little chuckle. Scooting closer, he lays his arm over your waist. “Compensating the fact you’ve been radio silent.”

“Liz and I ran into Beth at lunch last week.” His fingers rub up and down your spine. You watch his face not really seeing a change. “Is that a new worker or something?” It doesn’t seem like he’s hiding anything. You’ve seen him lie before and he’s not that great at it. “No, an old one.” It took a moment but it finally clicked.

“Fuck is she coming back?” His fingers stop moving causing your heart rate to pick up. “Do you want her to come back?” There’s silence as you wait for your answer. Rafe uses his pointer and thumb to move your chin so you are looking at him. “Star, are you jealous?” A small smirk plays on his face but it’s not his usual one. You scoff and go to brush his hand away but he won’t let you.

“No, I don’t want her to come back.” When you still don’t look at him he shuffles closer. “I was happy when she left. She was practically obsessed with me to the point I was ready to leave. She just beat me to it.” Your eyes flicker to him. “Really?” Being so close to each other, you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes.

“At first it was cool but then she wanted to continue outside of filming.” You take a deep breath knowing where this goes. “Slept with her like three times before realizing that was a mistake. I called it off and she kind of went crazy. Then a month or two later she was gone so never had to worry about it again.” The two of you sit there for what feels like forever just looking at each other.

Your chest feels like it’s being crushed with each breath. “That must’ve sucked.” You flip onto your back so you stare at that ceiling trying to figure out what to say. “That’ll never happen with us, you know.” The bed dips beside you as Rafe sits up, leaning a bit to be in your view. “Yeah because you aren’t a psycho like her. That’s why I like you and why things are different.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You get lost in the feeling, letting the words sink in. Was he trying to tell you something or are you ready too much into it? When he pulls away you try to chase his lips but he gets up. Come on, we told Wheezie we would go out today and it’s already ten o’clock. You squeal as he pulls your legs making you lay on the edge of the bed. He pulls you up so you’re sitting and he’s between your legs. “You know Wheezie and the girl down the street became friends.”

Rafe kisses the side of your mouth moving along until he reaches your jaw. “She asked if Wheeze wanted to have a slumber party tonight.” You giggle when he kisses underneath your jaw. “Yeah? A house all to ourselves doesn’t sound bad.” You moan as he sucks lightly on your neck. He hums before kissing the spot right below your ear. “Gotta lot planned for you so hurry up.”

He leaves you on the bed and heads over to the bathroom. SItting there for a moment you collect yourself. So what if he slept with Beth because he’s right. Things are different and nothings going to change that.

“I want to go see the bamboo sharks.” Wheeze is slightly ahead of the two of you. She maneuvers her way around the sea of people kind of disappearing from view. “Well that didn’t take long.” Rafe wraps an arm around your shoulder pulling you close into his side. “Didn’t take her as a shark girl.” A bunch of kids run past the two of you, one of them bumping into your leg.

“Sorry about that. They're just super excited.” A woman you assume is their mum yells as she runs past you to catch up to them. “Gosh I could never have that many kids. I would lose my mind.” You watch as the mom struggles to group the five kids. “You want kids?” He moves you in front of him when you get to the interactive exhibit.

Wheezie is off to the side with her hand in the water touching the little sharks as they swim by. “Maybe someday. I’d like to have some in the future but who knows.” You shrug off the thought, not sure on how to feel. “What about you?” You look over your shoulder to see him looking at the display in front of the two of you.

“I don’t know. Never really saw myself having kids. Plus I’d probably be shit father just like mine.” He means it. There’s an edge to his voice telling you he believes those words. “Then why did Wheeze run to you when things got bad?” He shifts his gaze to you, shocked by the question. “What?”

“If you were really as bad as him, she wouldn’t have come to you. To me that shows you’d be a good dad. Also all parents have their faults, no one’s perfect.” Without thinking he just kisses you. More like making out with you for a second before remembering where he was. “Sorry.” He mumbles on your lips before pulling back. You clear your throat and smile at the older lady who is definitely side eyeing the two of you.

Rafe starts walking the two of you closer to where Wheezie is standing. A flash of Beth’s baby attacks your memories. The kid must be around four or five months old. If you do the math she would have still been working at the company. Which means she was still sleeping with Rafe. “What if you found out you had a secret baby out there. Would that change things?”

Your eyes bulge out after you finish speaking. Fuck you need to really think before talking. “Why are you pregnant?” Your head swivels to look at him. He’s watching you with a goofy grin trying not to laugh. Shoving him lightly you shift your gaze back to the miniature reef. “I guess it would be different.” His fingers graze the back of your neck.

Using his grip he turns you around. “Just know if it's a boy, his name is Rafe jr.” He laughs at his own joke making it even more stupid. “Whatever like that would ever happen.” You push him off of you causing him to chase after you. He speed walks trying not to trample kids as you walk further away from him.

“Oh come one. Junior would be cute and we can take him here.” When he reaches you, he picks you up, moving the two of you slightly away from everyone. “We can tell him how you surprised me right here.” He’s fighting back laughter with each word. “You’re so dumb just forget I said anything.” You giggle out as you roll your eyes.

“Hey you were the one asking weird questions. You okay?” His left hand raises to your face. He cups your cheek letting his thumb stroke the skin. Maybe you’re over thinking everything. Yeah that’s exactly what you are doing. “I’m good. Just think junior really wants to see the jelly fish.” A grin spreads across his face and he shakes his head. “Look who’s the dumb one now.”

He brings you back over to where Wheezie is. “Come on, give the kids a chance.” The teenage girl huffs as she retracts her hands from the water. She wipes them off on her jeans before linking an arm through yours. “Fine but I think we should look at the seals.” She tries to drag you all there but Rafe redirects her to the tanks that have jellyfish.

“Sorry kid, making a pitstop first.”

The three of you go around looking at all of the animals there. Wheezie throws out random facts and Rafe throws out some of his own. “Since when were you a marine biologist?” The tips of Rafe’s ears become red. He clears his throat and slows down his pace. Wheezie walks ahead of the two of you – giving you both privacy without realizing.

“Uh, I liked the ocean when I was a kid. We had the marsh behind our house and I was always in it.” He places his hands in his pockets. In a way he looks like he’s trying to hide himself. “I used to read a lot of books about the ocean. Then whenever Wheeze or Sarah were upset I’d list off facts.” You smile at the mental image.

The picture of little Rafe comforting his younger sister with facts is sweet. “As Wheezie got older we bonded over it. Kinda our thing.” Who is this guy? You look over to Wheezie that's looking at the large wall of glass. She looks over at the two of you, giving you a smile before looking back. “I can go look around so you too get some time alone.”

Rafe turns you so you are looking at him. “Nah we like you around. Also it gets boring telling facts to someone who already knows.” You push his shoulder lightly but he catches your hand. Using his grip he pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. He looks at your lips and then back up to your eyes.

“Are you going to kiss?”

The two of you look to the right to see a little boy next to you. “My mommy and daddy kiss all the time.” He walks a little closer and you two step away from each other. “My name is Zack. You know my dad looks at my mom like that.” You two share a look of confusion. “Is she your girlfriend?” His little eyes stare up at the both of you with some type of look.

“She is.” Zack smiles and gives Rafe a thumbs up. “She’s really pretty. You did a good job.” Rafe smiles and grabs your hand to give it a kiss. “She’s the best.” The little boy looks over his shoulder and points to a couple with a baby. “I should go. It’s my sister Emma’s first time here.” He runs off, waving as he trips over his foot. “I’m okay! Bye!”

Rafe starts to walk off, saying something about Zack being adorable. But all you can think about is he said yes. He said that you were his girlfriend. The rest of the day you try to ignore the anxious nagging feeling in your stomach. He definitely said it to please the boy. Let’s face it Rafe doesn’t want anything serious. Which is totally fine.

“What do you want?” Rafe snaps you out of your thoughts and you look over at him. “What?” Does he know how you’re feeling? Then you realize you are already at the drive through. “Um the number seven with a dr.pepper.” Wheezie stumbles out her order before closing her eyes again. After the aquarium you all went walking around and looked at the shops that were around. Guess it must have tired her out.

The food comes out soon and you are on the road again. You all eat in silence while the radio softly plays music. The burger you had is soon gone and you are picking at the last of your fries. “I had fun today.” You look at Rafe and can see Wheezie sleeping in the back from the corner of your eye. “Me too.” His right hand reaches over the center counsel to hold your hand. A lump forms in your throat that you try to drown with dr.pepper.

“I meant what I said to that kid, star. You’re mine.” Your eyes widen a bit and you look back to make sure Wheeze is still sleeping. “Rafe.” He cuts you off before you could keep speaking. “I like what we have. Everything feels different with you. I don't know how to explain it.” His hand squeezes yours a little tighter. “I get it.” Rafe spares you a glance before looking back at the road.

“You do?” You nod your head before realizing he can’t see. Taking a deep breath you look at the road ahead of you. “Everything feels easy like it should be happening. It’s how I feel.” Rafe grins and kisses your hand. “So we’re on the same page?” You agree while trying to suppress a smile. “Yes we are.” You thought it would be weird if your feelings changed.

At first you thought Rafe was just some shallow guy. But now you see him way differently. He’s sweet when he wants to be. He makes you feel safe and seen, which is something that hasn’t happened in a long time. The car rolls to a stop at a red light and you take the opportunity. You grab the collar of his shirt and bring him in for a kiss. He gives in, kissing you harder and getting lost in it. The car behind you honks and you see that the light had turned green.

He drives the rest of the way home. You both chat about random things, mostly you begging him to tell you ocean facts. Wheezie wakes up right before you get home, joining in to tell you something about sharks. As Rafe is pulling up to the house you can see a car parked in the driveway. Wheezie sits up more, leaning forward to get a good look. “Isn’t that dad’s car?”

Her voice shakes as she speaks. Rafe doesn’t say anything as he parks and gets out of the car. You follow along and hand Wheeze the keys so she can go inside. She starts to walk to the door but the driver side door of the other car opens. “Honey pack your things and get in the car.”

Ward steps out trying to make his way over to his youngest child. Rafe gets in front of him to block his dad from walking closer. You walk over to where Rafe is not knowing what you should do. “Get inside the house.” Rafe doesn’t take his eyes off the older man as he speaks. “Your sister isn’t staying here. I let her throw her tantrum and now she needs to come home.” Wheezie stays at the front entrance watching what is unfolding in front of the two of you.

“She doesn’t want to go with you. I’m not letting you take her.” Ward laughs, shaking his head while his hand runs through his beard. His hands rest on his hips as he looks back at Rafe. “You really think I’m going to let her keep staying here. A whore and a junkie, what a great example.” In a flash Rafe had his dad pressed against his car. Rafe’s hand rests on Ward's neck and his left hand is pointed at him.

“Talk about her like that again I fucking dare you.” You rush over trying to separate the two but Rafe doesn’t budge. “You’re a fuck up too. The only kid that is still around only tolerates you because you’re such a piece of shit. We’re screw ups because you’re one.” Ward’s nostrils flare and his eyes look cold. “I’ll call the cops. She’s still a minor and I can say you kidnapped her.” Your eyes widen as you look between the two of them.

“Rafe just let him go.” He listens but doesn’t back away. Ward takes a few deep breaths and clears his throat. “Dad hit me before I left. That’s why I came here.” All heads whip over to look at Wheezie who has tears in her eyes. “He was yelling at me over my grades, comparing me to Sarah. I yelled back and that’s when he hit me. All because I got one C.” Ward looks more pissed and he tries to take a step forward.

“That’s enough.” Rafe slams his dad back into the car. Ward tries to fight back but Rafe slams him into it again even harder. “You have two options. One I call the cops and I ruin your precious reputation. Or the smart option, you get the fuck out.” Rafe grabs Ward’s face moving it around lightly in a mocking way. “But I promise you the next time I see you I’ll make you regret it. Stay the hell away from Wheezie and don’t ever come around us again.”

Rafe backs away and grabs your hand to drag you into the house. When the door is locked he lets go of your hand and walks down the hall. You look out the window watching as Ward kicks his tires. He takes his phone out and calls someone. You can see him talking loudly before getting into the car. The black truck pulls out the driveway.

Tears well in your eyes imagining how scared Wheezie must have felt. You walk down the halls and find your old bedroom door. Pressing your ears against the door you can hear Rafe talking to her lightly. Taking a step back you sit down right across the hall waiting until the door opens. You don’t want to interrupt them and you think she really needs her brother.

After a while you hear footsteps and the door opens. Rafe steps out and quickly shuts the door behind him. “She’s sleeping.” You nod your head and look up at him. His eyes are rimmed with a crimson color. “I shouldn’t have left.” You rush to get up and embrace him in a hug. His arms wrap around your waist squeezing you tightly to him. “This wouldn’t have happened if I was still there.” He lets out a little sob, burying his head in your shoulder.

Slowly you help him find his room and lay down in the bed. He holds you close to him, running his fingers up and down your arm. “I shouldn’t have left.” You take a deep breath before speaking. “Would you have been happy if you stayed?” He laughs a little and answers no. “I would probably be dead by now if I stayed.” He goes quiet for a little.

“Was in the wrong crowd back home. Funny enough but Jared kinda saved me with this job.” Thinking back to it they have always seemed close. Sure he had Topper and Kelce but Jared was also the closest friend you’ve seen Rafe have. Which isn’t that weird because you have Liz. “I get what you mean. If it wasn’t for Liz I probably wouldn’t be here too.”

Rafe starts to chuckle. The bed shakes as he starts to laugh harder. “Kind of funny how similar we are. Our family fucking sucks.” He starts laughing again. When you think about it — yeah you two are similar. “It’s a good thing we got each other.” You look over to see his reaction but he catches you off guard with a kiss. “Definitely a good thing.”

For at least another hour the two of you talk about anything that comes to mind. You fell asleep first while talking about the time your grandmother took you to antique shopping for your birthday. Rafe layed there for a few more moments just watching you sleep. His left hand pushes a bit of hair that fell onto your face. Your nose twitches lightly when a strand of hair brushes against it. “Please don’t leave me.” He whispers to no one but himself — hoping that some deity would grant him at least that.

His eyes fight him to close and he slips off into sleep alongside you. The next morning he wakes up to you snuggled into his side and Wheezie behind you. He moves around a little which causes you to wake up. “She came in during the middle of the night. Told her she could stay.” He kisses the top of your head and mumbles an ‘okay’.

Birds are chirping in the tree outside the window. Normally they piss him off but today it’s not that bad. Closing his eyes, he tries to soak in this feeling of calmness. There’s loud knocking coming from down the hall. It’s probably a neighbor so Rafe just ignores it but the knocks keep coming. With a groan he gets up, telling you to stay here as he handles it.

He rubs his eyes as he walks down the hall and opens the front door. Sarah stands there with an angry expression. Behind her is John B with the rest of their friends. “What the hell are you doing?” He questions as Sarah bulldozes past him and the rest follow her. “Wheezie! Where are you?” John B gets up in his face, pushing him backwards and away from Sarah.

“Come on Wheezie. You can leave your things, we’re going home.” Rafe stands up a bit taller now. “She’s not going anywhere near that house again.” John B pushes him again. This time punching him in the gut. “You can’t keep her locked up, man. Sneaking into the house to take her away was low.” Rafe is coughing, catching his breath from the punch.

He looks up at the sound of soft footsteps to see you with a look of horror on your face. “Rafe, are you okay?” Your eyes look around the room to see everyone. “Where’s Wheezie?” Sarah tries to get past you but you block her. “Sleeping and that's how it’s going to stay.” Sarah stares at you and narrows her eyes. It’s cute how she’s trying to act intimidating when she’s really not.

“You’re not her sister.” You audibly laugh which makes her look even more mad. “Well at least I’m not the one dragging her back to a house where someone hits her. If you really cared about her you wouldn’t bring her back.” She looks shocked by what you say. Based on how John B let’s go of Rafe, so is he. The other four stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do.

“That’s really low. Lying is going to save you from what the two of you did.” Wheezie pops up next to you, it seems that she was woken up due to all of the noise. “Isn’t he the same guy who choked you after attempting to kidnap you. It’s real when it happens to you but not when it’s me.” Sarah takes a step back at her younger sister's words.

“News flash Sarah not everything is about you. We get it, you’re perfect and the rest of us live in your shadow. I’m not going back there.” Wheezie wipes tears from her cheeks as she keeps going. “Just go back to dad like we know you will. As long as he has his favorite kid he doesn’t need Rafe or I.” Sarah takes a step forward and reaches out to her.

On instinct you step in front of Wheezie and she hides behind you. Without saying a word you turn around and usher the young girl away from the mess in the front. You locked the both of you in her room and comforted her as she cried.

Rafe waits until you two are in the room before moving past John B. He stands in front of Sarah grabbing her shoulders to get her attention. “Listen, she didn’t mean most of what she said. She’s angry right now.” Sarah looks at her brother with tears in her eyes. “She hates me just like you.” She whispers it as her breathing gets harder. Tears start to roll off her cheeks and her lips quiver.

“Hey it’s going to be okay.” John B places her hand on her back making her jump. She starts to hyperventilate as more tears flow freely. “Did you know jellyfish are older than sharks and dinosaurs?” Rafe speaks without thinking but it grabs Sarah’s attention. She looks at him with childlike eyes. “What does that have to do with any of this?” Kiara tries to argue but Rafe ignores her.

“They are over six hundred and fifty years old. Pretty cool if you think about it since everyone always thinks of the megalodon.” The group stares at Rafe like he has six heads. This is random behavior for him and they are all confused. But then there’s Sarah. His baby sister was staring at him with the same eyes she had as a child. The same ones that stared back at him with hatred. “We don’t hate you. I can’t hate you Sar.” A tear falls from her right cheek.

For a moment he thinks she’s just going to walk away but she hugs him. He doesn’t know what to do for a moment but his brain finally catches up. Wrapping his arms around her, he squeezes her tight to him. The rest of the group gives each other looks and starts to slowly back away. Sarah breaks the hug first, wiping the tears from her face. Rafe clears his throat and speaks. “I’m not letting her go back there.”

Sarah just nods her head in silent agreement. She heads over to the door grabbing John B’s hand for comfort. Just when she’s about to walk out the door she turns around to look at Rafe. “I don’t hate you either.” Rafe stands there alone feeling more than he’s felt in a long time. Heading over to Wheezie’s room he opened the door a crack to see you both talking.

The way you listen to her as you brush your hair makes his heart squeeze. Your eyes make contact and you smile at him and he returns it. He feels an urge to kiss you deeply in this exact moment. He can’t explain why but deep down he knows.

He’s fucked.

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Your hair is all over your face from the sudden movement and the sheets hanging off the bed are slightly moving. His eyes stay on you as he walks closer. “Your order for chinese food.”

mhm mhm rafe you know things

“Let’s just say the two of you aren’t so different.”

omg nooo

the fact that Wheezie knows it's like illegal HAHAHA

Girls On Film

pairing: pornstar!Rafe x pornstar!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, rope bondage, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, let me know if I missed any

Wc: 5.6K

Chapter 10: Just You

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“So he didn’t kick you out”

“Well not exactly but he said if I was going to keep defending you that I should just live with you. So if you think about it, he kind of did.” Rafe’s eyes pinch shut as he lets out a harsh breath. “For fucks sake Wheeze we both know that’s not what he meant.” She shrugs and throws her arms up. “Well he should have clarified. Not like he cares anyway. All he does is talk about Sarah or hang out with her.”

You can hear the jealousy in her voice. It has to be hard seeing your parents care about your sibling more than you. Rafe doesn’t say it but you know he feels the same way. He hates that their dad clearly has a favorite and isn’t afraid to show it. “Wheeze how did you even get here?” He gets up and goes to get some chips so she can eat. God, when was the last time she ate?

“I asked Jenny’s sister if she could bring me since she was going to a concert.” Rafe lets out a large sigh and plops himself back down next to her. “Don’t ever do that again okay. Next time you call me and I’ll get you.” Wheeze nods her head, shoving the dill pickle chips in her mouth. The living room is quiet as she eats the chips. You and Rafe are staring at the other trying to figure out what to do.

“Does your dad know you’re here or does nobody know.” She freezes at the question. Her silence was all that you needed for an answer. “Jesus dude.” Rafe gets back up reaching for his phone on the table. “What are you doing?” Wheeze sits up staring as her older brother walks down the hall to his room. “Calling dad.” You sit there really not knowing what to do as Wheeze curses to herself.

She looks stressed as she picks at the skin around her nails. Her leg is bouncing as each second ticks by. “I don’t want to go back.” The little confession broke your silent resolve. Standing up, you walk over to her and give her a brief hug. “You won’t, not if you don’t want to.” You leave her in the living room as you find your way to Rafe’s room. When you enter he’s pacing while on the phone. His eyes met yours in the doorway. You decided to wait there until he was done to talk to him. “I’m not the one who told two of their kids to get out of their house. If you want to complain about someone being a piece of shit then look in the mirror.”

He hangs up before throwing his phone at his bed. Rafe racks his hand through his grown out hair. “He blames me.” He barely gets the words out without his voice cracking. “I call, trying to be responsible but nah it’s my fault.” In a moment of anger he grabs the closest things and chucks it at the wall. It feels like he’s back to his teen self that was aching for his fathers approval. He thought that at least this would get him on his dads good side for some reason.

Taking quick steps you walk over to him, dragging him into a hug. He tries pushing you off but you grab his shirt so you don’t really go anywhere. “Get off of me star.” You shake your head and hold him tighter. “No.” He struggles against you for a little while trying to get you off with no results. Not like he was really trying because if he wanted you would be off of him. Finally he gives in.

Rafe picks you up and sits down on the bed, leaning back so you are on top of him. The noise from the tv softly fills the room as you wait for him to say something. It takes a few more minutes then he cracks. “It’s like no matter what I do it’s wrong.” Resting your chin on his chest you look up at him. His eyes are staring at the ceiling, sneaking a glance at you before looking back up. “Probably because to him you can’t. Doesn’t mean what you are doing is wrong. Just means your dad is a dick who cares about only himself.”

You shift around so you are straddling his waist and looking down at him. In this position forces him to look at you. “Rafe.” He hums in response but his eyes are just off to the side of you. “Can you look at me please.” The tone you have was convincing enough to get him to really look at you. “I’m sorry that your dad is like dad. But Wheezie is in the other room scared that you are going to make her go back. Maybe we need to focus on that first.” His fingers trace your thigh as he racks his brain.

“He’s going to make her go back. Said that this isn’t a house meant for a kid.” You can’t help the laugh you let out. Sure Rafe is still closed off in a way but you’ve learned a lot about him. He’s always felt unloved and unwanted. You know that to this day he wants his dad to look at him like he’s something to be proud of. Not the coked up son that he needs to hide away. “She told me she didn’t want to go back.”

Rafe groans and sits up now being face to face with you. “I’m still trying to figure out how she knew where we lived. She only knows my apartment.” He’s trying to deflect from the problem. “Maybe she chipped you in your sleep.” You giggle at the look of mortification that fell on his face. “I should take you to the vet and have them check.” You laugh harder as he pushes you off of him just to fall on top of you. He starts to tickle you which only makes the laughing worse.

When he relented, you tried to catch your breath only to have it stolen by him kissing you. “Stay here, I'm going to go talk with her.” He backs away still watching you with this lopsided smile, leaving you in his room alone. Seeing as you are confined to this room you take the time to snoop around. You know for sure that Rafe has gone through your things before. There have been a lot of times where you come back to find things out of place. Now it’s just your turn to go through his.

Why is this man so boring?

You went through his dresser only finding clothes on clothes. Then you moved to his night stand. Which shocker also didn’t have anything. All you found was his dab pen that he hits at night to go to bed. Taking it upon yourself, you decide that it is only right if you take a few hits to help relax. The rest of the room gave you the same result. It was a normal room. Well duh, you already knew that, it’s just you expected more.

Rafe talks a big game and there is nothing in this room that proves it. Everything is scrubbed clean as if he didn’t even live here. Just like at his house you can only tell by some photos he has placed around. Just as you're about to give up your foot goes under the bed. Which is weird because you swore there was no space under there. Now that you think about it, Rafe sheets just cover it so you ever noticed.

You check your phone and see that he’s been out there for around eight minutes. You’re sure he’ll take longer. Slowly you slink down to the ground and pull the sheet up. There’s not much under there, just his bags from moving and a box. You know you shouldn’t but you can’t help yourself. After checking to make sure the door was still closed you pull the box out.

Examining the wooden box you can tell that it’s old. There’s pieces of the varnish chipped off and dents into the wood. But right above the latch to open it is a star carved in. Your heart does this weird jump thing where it feels like it's falling but also pounding against your chest. The tips of your fingers graze the carved wood, feeling the grooves of the star. The cold metal latch cools your warmed skin as you go to open it.

“Hey Imma order chinese. What do you want?” Rafe yells from the hall. Shuffling, you put the box back under his bed and laid in the bed. He walks into the room and leans on the door frame. “What was that?” You try to play nonchalant but he can tell something is up. Your hair is all over your face from the sudden movement and the sheets hanging off the bed are slightly moving. His eyes stay on you as he walks closer. “Your order for chinese food.”

The bed creaks as he kneels on it, looming over your body. “General tso chicken and the spicy lo mein noodles.” Your chest heaves up and down as he continues to stare at you. A small smirk spreads across his face before he kisses you. The feather-like kiss has your mind reeling to the point you don’t hear what he says. When you open your eyes again he’s by the door. “Find anything when you were looking around?”

Your cheeks burn red as he backs away. Rafe chuckles as he walks down the hall to Wheezie. “You owe me 5 bucks, that's what she wanted.” He yells to his younger sister as you flop to your back. Screw him. Of course he knew what you were doing here. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he had hidden cameras in here. Soft footsteps echo in the hall and you lift your head to the door.

The hinges creak against the pressure as it opens slowly. Wheezie’s face comes into view. The two of you stay there looking at each other. You open your arms to her and she comes over snuggling into your side. “Thank you.” Her arms tighten around you. “Uhh you’re welcome?” You hug her back confused at what she means. She doesn’t say anything for a while.

“He would’ve made me go back so thank you.” You shuffle lower so you can look her in the eyes. “I don’t think so. You’re his favorite.” She giggles but shakes her head. “That’s because nobody cared about us, we only had each other.” It’s scary how much she looks like Rafe at this moment. They share the same broken look that makes your heart hurt. “Sarah loves you and so does Rafe. Pretty sure you have friends who also love you.”

Her eyes fight back tears as you continue. “I may not have known you long but I love you. It’s hard not to love you.” She buries her face in your shoulder trying not to cry. “It sucks when the one person you need is the one who hurts you. That doesn’t mean there aren’t people who love you because we do.” Wheezie stays there playing with the ends of your hair. The same habit her older brother has.

“Foods here.” Rafe says in an obnoxious Jersey accent. All those countless nights of Jersey Shore seem to be getting to him. He stops at the doorway noticing the scene. “Is everything okay?” Wheezie just gets up nodding as she slips past him. You get up also but he blocks you. He looks down at you trying to figure out what happened but you give nothing away. “Just girl talk.”

He steps in front of you again knowing you’re lying. He caught the end of the conversation and knows there’s more to it. “Just want to know she’s okay.” He practically pleads. Sure he hasn’t been the perfect brother before but it’s changed. This is his chance to do better by Wheezie. He might be a lost cause for the rest of his family but at least he has her. Your eyes soften at the way he stares down at you. “She will be. Maybe you should hang out with her and I’ll hang back.”

“I’ll take her out tomorrow. Let’s just watch movies and eat our food.” You want to fight him on it, feeling like they need time without you. Rafe fingers lace through your as he drags you into the kitchen and loads up a plate for you. When you make it to the living room Wheezie is already settled down with Twilight playing. Giggling, you sit on the couch beside the lounge chair she’s in.

A flashback to when you rode Rafe on that very seat a few weeks ago comes to mind. Your cheeks burn red and you try to think of anything else. Maybe you should clean it while they are out tomorrow. Sure Liz has everything cleaned after filming but still. It would make you feel better knowing she won’t be touching anything the two of you slept on. Fuck. Where is she going to sleep? The only spare room here is filled with filming equipment. Then something clicked. You were supposed to be Rafe’s girlfriend.

His girlfriend.

The thought doesn’t actually doesn’t make you as scared as before. After talking you both agreed to be exclusive with no string attached. Which in hindsight seemed to be not holding up. Everyday the two of you are always with each other. The two of you are on each other every second that you can. Not to mention there’s these little moments where you can swear it’s more. Where it feels like you can’t breathe because he just sees you. Moment where it feels like he could actually want something more.

Then you realize it’s just a convenience thing. You’ve become friends but that’s all that it is. “You okay?” A whispered voice asks you. You notice that Rafe came back with all the food on the table and a blanket over the two of you. “Seem out of it.” He takes a bite of the low mein you made him get as he looks at you. SHifting your gaze back to the screen you start eating and tell him you’re fine. He doesn’t really believe it but ignores the feeling.

Three movies later and you are now switching the sheets in your room. “Oh you don’t need to do that.” She looks around your room taking it in. “Why’s all of your stuff in here?” She stares at the photo of you and your grandma from when you were younger. Your hair is wild making you look like a lion to match your costume. It’s one of your favorites. Just before your dad left with Monica and started a new family.

If someone asked when your happiest moment was it would probably be that. Your last halloween before your family fell apart. At least you had a few years left with her before she died. “Saw this thing on tiktok about having separate personal spaces. Thought we would give it a try.” The lie comes in effortlessly since it’s kind of true. You have seen couples doing that so it’s not like you’re fully lying. “Get it I would need space from him too.” She jokes as she settles herself into the bed.

You leave her and make your way to Rafe’s room. You close the door behind you as you make your way to his bed. “Nice save. I forgot to even think of something for the separate rooms.” He pulls you to the bed, snuggling you to his side. This is something he’s been doing lately. After having sex he always pulls you into his side and snuggles you. Sometimes he’ll fall asleep and sometimes you do. Every time it makes your heart jump.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep and when you woke up he was gone. Looking at your phone you see it's ten in the morning. Getting up you look around the house to see that it was empty. Entering the kitchen you head to the fridge and notice a note on it. Pulling it off you see that it’s from Rafe.

Took Wheezie out, we’ll be back later. -R

Taking the free time you do what you thought of last night. That couch and loveseat will be getting cleaned. After finding the carpet cleaner or whatever it’s called machine from the closet you got to work. Thank god they keep cleaning supplies here. Neither of you had to buy anything because they already did. Not to mention someone else cleaned every room.

Three hours later you have the cushions laying outside to dry in the sun. The rest you put a hair dry on to help speed up the process. As you move the hairdry back and forth the front door opens. You can hear them laughing as their footsteps get closer. They stop and give you a weird look. “Thought I would do some cleaning. Never know where second hand furniture really comes from.” You joke as you turn off the loud machine.

“Why didn’t you just buy new ones? I thought Rafe made good money.” She questions. You and Rafe share a look not really knowing what you could say. “My friends work at an antique shop and we wanted to support them.” It seems to be a good answer for her because she nods. “Going to put this away.” She gestures to the bag in her hands then to the hallway that leads to the rooms. You watch as she walks away not noticing Rafe walking over to you.

“Leave it, let’s go.” He grabs your hand and drags you up to him. Pushing you forward, he moves you to the front door. “Put your shoes on.” He hands your vans over to you allowing you time to pull them on. Not wasting a second he puts your jacket on and is rushing you out the door. “Rafe stop what are you doing?”

Rafe doesn’t listen as he forces you into his truck. “We’re getting food. Just wanted some time with you without a kid coming along.” His right hand finds yours on your thigh, sliding under it to lace your fingers together. A tingling feeling flutters in your stomach. Turning your head to the window you ignore the feeling. Friends. Yeah… friends is okay.

When you get to the Greek place the both of you make your way in the store. The two of you stand in line looking over the menu deciding what Wheezie might like. From the corner of your eye you can see two girls staring at the two of you. They point to Rafe and giggle to each other as they whisper things. Rafe turns over to see them giving him a wave. He gives them a nod and turns back to the menu as they go crazy from the attention.

You disassociate as Rafe orders and moves you over to the side. “Should be ready in thirty to forty minutes. It’s busy so it’ll be a while.” You nod as you stare back at the girls who keep trying to get Rafe’s attention. The silence from you is unusual. He follows your gaze to catch the girls from earlier. “She’s pretty.” Nodding his head to the girl with curly hair. Rolling your eyes, you walk past him out to the parking lot. “Where are you going?” He chases after you and piles into the truck when you slip in. “I didn’t want to wait in there.”

“I think you’re jealous.” You hate when he does this. He reads you like a book and it pisses you off. “Just didn’t appreciate how they didn’t care that I was there.” He nods as one of his fingers grazes your thigh. “Plus they looked at you like a piece of meat. They could have been subtle with it at least.” The finger gets higher finding the inside of your thigh. His eyes trace the movement as you squirm under him.

“You’re so jealous.” You can hear the smile in his voice as he leans in. “So what if I am?” You don’t know why you admit it but you do. You hated the idea of one of them even having a chance with him. “I don’t know, star. Why don’t you do something about it.” Leaning over the center counsel you pull him into a kiss. He meets you back eagerly, biting your lip in the process. “Shit sorry.” You giggle and peck his lips.

“Pull out your phone.” He gives you a confused look as you unbutton his pants. “Want you to record us.” Rafe fumbles with his phone and he helps you push his pants down. The boxers he was wearing follow along right as he hits record. Just in time to catch you swallowing his tip into your mouth. His other hand rests on the back of your head, moving along with each bob of it. His fingers wind around the strands of your hair when you suck him hard.

“Fuck star. Just like that baby.” You choke as he pushes your head down causing you to deepthroat him. The camera focuses on the way you swallow him up and the flutter of your eyelashes. A few strands of hair fall in front of your face blocking his view of you. “You’re perfect.” He brushes the strands away, tucking them behind your ear as your eyes open to look at him. “My perfect little star.” You moan and release him with a loud pop. He gives you a confused look as you take the phone out of his hand. Before he opens his mouth you kiss him as you start a new video and set it up on the dashboard.

“Need to feel you.” You whisper against his lips. His hands are reaching out to pull you over in a flash. The leggings you were wearing are pulled down your legs and panties pushed to the side. You lean to the side and push the button to have the seat move back. Resting one hand on his chest you use your other hand to help you slide down his cock. “Fuck.” His head falls back and his fingers dig into your hips.

You go to swirl your hips but he stops you. “Need a second. I was about to cum before you stopped.” His eyes are pinched shut as he takes in deep breaths. Looking over your shoulder you see that the camera picks up both of you perfectly. It catches the way he’s struggling to keep his cool. There’s a slight sting on your hip where his nails dig into your hips. You lean in closer running your tongue over his jugular vein. “I think I just realized something.”

He makes a noise and shifts a bit. “What?” You place a kiss right below his ear before whispering. “I think you like it when I’m on top and have control.” A groan comes from him as you slightly move your hips. Your hands push his hands off of you as you lean back and lift yourself just to slam down on him again. “Jesus Christ.” His hands try to stop you but you don’t let him. Or maybe he just didn’t want to put up a fight. “Wanna know a secret?”

Cerulean blue eyes open up to meet yours. “I like how pretty you look under me. The way your eyes gloss over and your lips part.” His hooded eyes watch as you continue to bounce on him. “But the best part is the way you moan.” The tip of his dick nudges your g-spot with each movement. “Oh fuck, star” His eyes are on your face now watching your lips move. “Just like that.” Your eyes flutter close as you can feel your orgasm building. “Fuck Rafe, just like that.” That seemed to break him from his little spell. His left arm reaches up, tangling his fingers in your hair to pull you down. Your lips smash onto his as he attempts to steal the oxygen from your lungs.

Your nails claw into his shirt as you try to pull away as your lungs scream for air. Using his leverage on your hair, Rafe pulls your head back to kiss your neck. “Gonna cum.” You moan out a yes as he starts meeting your movements with his own thrusts. It’s only when he fills you up and your orgasim hits you that you realize he was warning you. He wasn’t asking if you would cum but telling you he was.

The two of you catch your breaths before relaxing. You rest your head on his shoulder as he wraps you in his arms. It’s quiet besides your breaths echoing in the car. The phone is probably still recording or not who knows. “Star.” You pull your head up to look at him. His eyes look serious but there’s a lazily smile spread across his face. “You didn’t have to worry about those girls.” You sit up and try to move off of him only to be stopped. “It was stup-” “Not interested in anyone else. So you don’t have to worry.”

You freeze not knowing what to say. There’s a mess of cum between the both of you and you think of the only logical response. “We should probably get cleaned up.” His jaw clicks for a second then disappears. “Yeah, the food should be done also.” This feels awkward now. Unspoken words fill the air as you try to calm your nerves. “I’m not interested in anyone else either.” His eye’s flicker to yours and back to the windshield. “Just so you know.” This time his eyes stay on you and you can’t help but to smile.

Fuck whatever is happening right now definitely changes things. “Good.”

☾☾☾☾☾

“You know I kinda like having you in my bed all the time.” He whispered into your ear before moving to kiss and bite at your neck. Ever since you had to share a room because Wheezie is in yours, it's like the two of you are wired. You are aware of all of his movements and you are just craving to feel him inside you. Rafe was no better. That man has made so many excuse to run to the store with you just so he can fuck you. Maybe fucking him in the car was a bad idea.

It’s now turned into the hookup spot.

Wheezie has probably caught on but the two of you do not want to sleep together with her in the next room. That was a hard line for the both of you. “Just five minutes.” You huff as his hands find the inside of your shirt. “Wheezie is still asleep.” His lips move back up the other side of your neck to find your lips again. “Just kissing.” He says in between each kiss. You pull away giggling because he sounds crazy. “You can’t be serious.” You let out another set of giggles. “What happened to good old making out?”

You watch him for a second and determine he is being serious. His eyebrows are set in a furrow as if he can’t believe you’re questioning him. Lowering back down, you kiss him. “Okay.” Turns out five minutes was a lie. He kept you there for as long as he could. Sometimes his hands would roam a little too much and you had to correct him. But you were almost late for your meeting with Liz.

“Cancel, I'm sure she’d get it.” His chin is resting on your shoulder as you apply your makeup. “She’s already pissed about having to fix the shooting times. I’m not going to keep pushing it.” Liz was not happy when you told her Wheezie was staying with you. She was happy she felt safe there but it messed up shooting days. Thankfully Rafe still has his apartment so the two of you found a way to get her to stay there.

“Just for a few hours then we’ll get you.” Wheezie looks at her brother suspiciously. “So why do I have to leave? Having an orgy or something?” You laugh as Rafe shakes his head. “Jesus, Wheeze no. Having some work down in the basement and it’ll be loud.” She gets up, shrugging her shoulders as she makes her way to her room. “You don’t have to lie. I don’t care.”

She makes a weird look but doesn’t go further. “Care about what? We aren’t lying.” She just waves him off. “Nevermind.” You wait until she walks into the room and looks at him. “She so knows.” He argued back saying there’s no possible way but you know you’re right.

As you drive to your meeting you wonder how Wheezie must feel being around all of this. After arguing with Rafe you went to talk about it with her. Turns out some girls at school told her about Rafe’s job. Going as far as sending videos around the girls in her grade. She says she doesn’t care that he does it. You keep worrying even as Liz tries to talk to you about the next shoot.

“What’s got you all twisted?” Liz takes a sip of her diet coke, staring you dead in the eyes. “Just worried about Wheeze. She knows about all of this.” She sets down her drink and picks up her fork to push some food around. “She’s a teenager, she knows about sex babe. Plus she’s always known.” Your eyes widen. “What?” You take a bite of your burger just to keep yourself occupied. “She called the offices one day. Must have found out and was looking for him. Didn’t think he’d want her knowing so I never said anything.”

You nod, agreeing that he wouldn’t want that. “Okay enough of me worrying. Explain the next shoot again.” Liz explains as the two of you eat. “We’ll make sure to clean up before we leave so you can use the room again.” You give her a look of confusion. “That is where you are sleeping right?” The way she says it tells you she already knows the answer but wants you to confirm. “Um I’ve been actually staying in Rafe’s room.”

She sighs and leans back in her chair. “I don’t think” Her words die off as she stares off to the side of you. “Beth?” It’s said mostly to herself but it must have caught the person’s attention. “Liz?” A girl around your age appears and engulfs her in a hug. A stroller sits next to you with a baby a couple months old in it. He’s cute with his nose all scrunched up. “Did you become a nanny after you quit?”

The woman you assume is Beth shakes her head. “No, this is my son Max.” She pushes the stroller forward so she could show Liz. Her eyes meet yours and she sticks a hand out. “Hi I’m Beth. Do you work for Liz? I was there for a while but you know.” She jokingly nods her head to the sleepy baby boy. You tell her your name and say how you’re just starting out.

“She’s a star. If you were still working there you’d have real competition.” Beth laughs at Liz’s joke. “Yeah right. I was okay. People only liked my video’s with Rafe.” Your ears perk up at the mention of the boy occupying your brain. “You worked with Rafe.” She nods but there’s this look in her eyes you can’t place. “Yeah, have you gotten to work with him yet?” Liz tries to steer the conversation away but the way Beth looks at you makes you answer.

“We are doing a series right now. I’ve only gotten to work with him since I started.” Beth scrunches her face and looks over at Liz. The older lady averts her eyes, playing with her napkin. You’ve never seen her like this. Based on how she acted with Beth you guess this is the girl she wished never left the studio. “Oh I.” She shifts her gaze back and forth for a moment.

“I should probably get going. It was really good to see you again Liz.” She gives Liz a hug goodbye and moves to you. “Nice meeting you. I hope to see you around. Tell Rafe I say hi the next time you see him.” You help her gather her things as she had set some things down. “I can tell him you’re in town when I get home. Do you want me to give him your number?” Liz stares at you in shock as the words fly out of your mouth.

You don’t know why you said it. Maybe the masochistic part of you wants him to prove that you can’t trust him. That he was lying when he said he didn’t want anyone else. Liz, Jared, and Rafe have all alluded to Beth yet refuse to tell you anything about her. Deep down you already know the answer. But the other part of you wants him to show you that he did mean it. It’s dumb to even try and set this up but you can’t help it.

“Oh um no it’s okay. We haven't talked in a long time. I left pretty early on in his career. Plus I don’t think he’d want to talk to me.” She leaves once she is done dropping the most alluring sentence. “Why wouldn’t he want to talk to her?” Liz flags the waiter down for the check and just hands over the card to speed up the process. “I don’t know.” She may be able to put up a good front but you see through it. “Did something happen between them?”

“Let’s just say the two of you aren’t so different.”

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