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MY GIRL POSTED AGAINNN

wicked game

chapter 14 - it's a date

synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.

but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.

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you woke up hazy, mascara smudged under your eyes and the taste of alcohol lingering on the tip of your tongue. your throat was dry, head hurting, but your brain, your brain was full of him.

the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he kissed you. like a man who had been waiting to do it his whole life.

you groaned, rolling over onto your back, the ache of it all sitting heavy in your chest.

you knew it hadn’t just been the alcohol. you knew that. he’d meant it. you’d felt it in the way he looked at you after, soft, like he wanted to stay in that moment forever. worried, like he'd loose you if you looked away.

"she's awake!" sarah squealed from her bed, quickly getting up and plopping herself on your duvet. "soooo... you gonna tell me about last night?" sarah poked you teasingly.

"what is there to tell?" you replied, a blush forming on your cheeks.

she raised her eyebrows, "oh come ON y/n. we all saw you walk out with rafe. you're telling me nothing happened?"

"he kissed me." you whispered.

"shut. the. fuck. up." sarah almost screamed. "and you waited until now to tell me?"

"i just woke up!" you said in defensive.

"okay, okay, whatever. details. now. don’t leave out a single thing. start from the moment he found you. wait, what was he dressed as again?"

"ghostface," you muttered, covering your eyes with your arm, remembering how good he looked.

sarah laughed. "classic rafe. so, what was it like?"

you paused, lost in the thought of last night. "it felt, fuck i don't even know. different? good? the best kiss of my life?"

that shut her up for a second. "oh so now it's a thing thing."

"what does that even mean?" you sat up, worry setting in.

"i just mean, i don't think this was just a drunk kiss." she smiled at you.

"i don't think so either." you blinked, realisation setting in. "ughhhh," you threw yourself under the covers.

"don't ughhhh this." sarah said, tugging the duvet down, her voice gentle. "you like him, he likes you."

"i think he likes me," you mumbled, suddenly self-conscious. "but what if it was just... the party? what if he wakes up today and doesn’t even think twice about it?"

sarah gave you a look. "rafe followed you around all night in a ghostface costume. he's been chasing you since he met you. he is thinking twice about it. probably more than that."

you let out a small laugh, despite the bundle of nerves in your stomach. "okay, okay."

"i’m serious." she paused, her tone dropping. "just, be careful. i love my brother, but he hangs out with idiots."

you blinked at her. "what are you saying?"

"nothing!" she said quickly, hands up. "just, keep your eyes open. and if he hurts you, i’m siding with you."

you nodded slowly, laying back into the pillows, heart thudding all over again.

just as your heart started slowing down, your phone buzzed beside you.

"well i guess i'm going on a date tonight." you spoke, an involuntary smile escaping your lips.

"are you fucking with me." sarah jumped up and grabbed your phone. "oh my god. rafe sent this? this is real?" her eyes widening as she read.

"yes it's real. stop making it a bigger thing." you snatched your phone back.

"it is a big thing y/n!" sarah grinned, "he's never like this. he doesn't do dates. he does, 'you up?' texts."

"oh great, how reassuring." you replied sarcastically.

she laughed. "no, i mean it’s different. he’s different with you."

you didn’t say anything, but you didn’t need to. you knew she was right. he was different.

a few hours had passed, you'd had your everything shower, shaved, hair washed, and now your room was a mess.

dresses were scattered across your bed, hangers on the floor, and a growing pile of 'absolutely not' options covered your desk chair. you stood in front of the mirror in yet another outfit, turning slightly to the side, frowning.

"try this," sarah threw you an outfit from her wardrobe, being so patient during all your stressing.

you took it from her, a beautiful black midi dress that fitted you in all the right places.

"yep. that's the one." sarah stood up, fixing your curls and turning you to the mirror. you looked good. you felt good.

"is this too try hard? is this too much?" you paused, nerves buzzing in your chest.

"no, y/n." she looked you right in the eye, "you look like the hottest girl rafe's ever gonna see."

you took a deep breath, "okay. let's do this."

as if on cue, you felt your phone buzz in your hands.

your stomach flipped. you grabbed your purse and looked in the mirror one last time.

"okay. i'm going," you said, mostly to yourself.

"you look beautiful. have the best time!" sarah called out behind you as you let your dorm door shut.

rafe was leaning against the lamp post, flowers in his hand.

fucking flowers.

he looked up the moment he heard the door open and did a double take, straightening up.

"hey," you greeted softly.

"hi," he breathed out. "you look…"

your eyes narrowed in amusement. "careful, cameron. choose your words wisely."

he smirked, stepping forward to hand you the flowers. "beautiful. you look so beautiful."

you took them, the blush creeping up your neck before you could stop it. "and you’re laying it on thick tonight."

"flowers too much?" he said, reaching for your hand.

"it's a nice touch. an unexpected touch none the less." you replied, letting him take it.

"i'm full of surprises."

"clearly. you gonna tell me where we're going?"

rafe’s fingers tightened slightly around yours, that same quiet confidence tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"nope."

you raised an eyebrow. "seriously?"

"i just said i'm full of surprises." you let him gently lead you along the now quiet street. "and no. it's not a party."

"i never said it was."

"i actually thought this through." he spoke, almost too quietly.

you glanced over at him. "so, how many girls have you brought to this surprise location?"

he shot you a look, but the corners of his mouth twitched. "don’t do that."

"do what?" you said, slightly surprised at his defensive reaction.

"pretend like this isn’t a big deal for me," he replied.

your heart fluttered. god. he said things like that so casually. like it wasn’t terrifying.

"okay," you said softly. "then i'll stop pretending."

he didn’t look at you, but you saw the way his jaw relaxed.

a few minutes later, you'd walked into a secluded area, one you hadn't seen before.

your turned to him, "what is this?"

"you’ll see," rafe said, leading you further down the path.

you saw it, a little deck overlooking the lake. a blanket already laid out, dim candles glistening and two takeout pizza boxes in the centre.

you blinked. "you picnicked?"

"technically i takeout-picnicked," rafe corrected. "but yeah. i panicked. i didn't have time for the whole thing." you could hear him starting to stress, "is this okay?"

you looked at him, "you did this for me?"

"don’t flatter yourself," he teased. "i like the view. come here when i need time to myself."

you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks hurt from smiling. he gestured for you to sit and then joined you on the blanket, leaning back on one arm as you both opened the boxes.

"no one's done something like this for me before." you admitted.

he looked over at you, that same softness from the night before in his eyes. "i wanted to do it right."

you looked away, suddenly overwhelmed. not just by the candles, or the lake, or the goddamn flowers, but by him. by how good he was being. how easy it was to fall into this version of him.

"well," you cleared your throat. "you’re off to a dangerously good start."

rafe leaned forward, "so what i'm hearing is there’ll be a second date?"

you didn’t answer. just took a bite of pizza.

he watched you for a second, then laughed quietly. "i’ll take that as a yes."

it was quiet for a few moments, comfortable. the soft sounds of leaves, water lapping somewhere below.

then rafe’s voice, low, "do you believe people can change?"

you looked at him, surprised by the question.

"i think," you said slowly, "people can change. but most of them choose not to."

his eyes stayed on the lake. "and if they want to?"

"then they’ll show you," you replied. "prove it."

his jaw twitched. "fair."

you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him. "why’d you ask?"

he shrugged, but it felt like a question he'd been thinking all night. "just wondering."

before you could push more, his phone buzzed beside him. he glanced at it. locked the screen fast and turned it over.

but not before you caught a glimpse of the name: topper.

his whole vibe shifted for half a second. shoulders tense, smile thinner.

you didn’t say anything. just watched as he tried to pretend everything was fine.

he cleared his throat and looked at you again, "so, you like the pizza?"

"are you deflecting?"

his brows lifted. "me? never."

you leaned back on your elbows, gaze fixed on him. he was trying to play it off, but you saw the way his fingers twitched, the way his eyes didn’t quite meet yours.

something about that name, topper, lingered in the air between you. you knew the reputation. you knew what kind of people rafe keep close.

but tonight, he’d brought you here. so, you let it go.

for now.

"i like the pizza," you said eventually. "and the candles. and the deck. and you, kind of."

he looked over, the tension in his jaw easing instantly. "kind of?"

"don’t push it."

he laughed, the real kind, head back, grin wide. and just like that, the mood softened again. like it hadn’t cracked at all.

but it had. and the uneasy feeling lingered.

a/n: another long ish chapter! hope you guys are enjoying <333 rafe trying to sus out if he'll be forgiven lollll

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OH MY GOOOOOOODDDD

wicked game

chapter 13 - halloween part 2

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the party was in full swing, the house covered head to toe in decorations and people all out in costumes.

you and the girls walked in arms linked, but your eyes scanned the room casually. as if you weren't immediately looking for rafe.

you spotted topper first, wearing a half arsed firefighter costume and a beer in hand. kelce was nearby, laughing with some zeta girls, dressed in a vampire outfit.

and then, by the kitchen, rafe.

wearing a ghostface costume, you almost couldn't contain yourself. he looked good. too good.

your stomach twisted.

he hadn’t seen you yet. maybe it was better that way.

you turned back toward your friends, trying to melt into the crowd, but then-

"y/n?"

his voice, behind you.

you froze, then turned slowly.

and there he was, standing a few feet away from the dance floor, tongue wetting his lips as his eyes swept over you.

"holy shit," rafe muttered. "you look…"

you raised an eyebrow, "careful. your wife might get jealous."

he didn’t laugh. not really. just took a slow step closer.

"she’s not my-" he cut himself off, shaking his head. "you look amazing."

"and you're ghostface. how original." you teased him.

"what, you don't like it?" he clutched his chest in fake offence, but you only rolled your eyes.

a relaxed silence fell between you two, in which you noticed the rest of the girls had left you alone with rafe. bitches you thought to yourself.

"can i get you a drink?" he asked sincerely.

"depends what you're going to get me."

"whatever you want sunshine."

"a rum and coke please mr ghostface." you replied, a small blush rising on your cheeks.

"coming right up.' he gave your shoulder a small squeeze as if to say 'stay right here' and disappeared further into the kitchen to make your drink.

as you pulled out a bar stall, a topless policeman came up behind you.

"looking good y/n."

you turned to face him, "jj?" you blinked, doing a double take.

he grinned, running a hand through his messy blond hair, fake badge glittering under the led lights. "what do you think? hot cop or not enough commitment?"

you laughed despite yourself, shaking your head. "you’re missing literally every part of the uniform except the handcuffs."

he smirked. "they're in my back pocket. you know, just in case."

"why am i not surprised." you laughed with him.

"you waiting on someone?" he asked, leaning on the counter beside you.

before you could answer, rafe came back into the room holding your drink and one for himself.

"ah, i see." jj spoke, slowly standing to leave you two it.

"can i help you jj?" rafe spoke with a possessive tone.

"nah bro i was just leaving. talk to ya soon y/n." jj gave you an awkward side hug before walking out.

you raised an eyebrow at rafe as he handed you the rum and coke. "jealous?"

"no." rafe muttered, jaw clenched.

you sipped slowly as you studied him. "you sure? because that felt pretty territorial."

"just didn’t like the way he was looking at you," he said, stepping a little closer.

"we’re just friends," you said softly, reaching out to grab his hand before quickly pulling away. rafe noticed and swiftly pulled your hand back, tracing small circles on your wrist.

"i really like your outfit," he whispered, nudging your cat ears.

"i like yours too," you mumbled, his intense stare making you feel nervous. "except i'd like it better if you kept the mask on."

"wow. you really hate looking at my face that much?" rafe laughed, eyes never leaving yours.

you tilted your head, giving him a sweet, slow smile. "it’s not that," you teased. "it’s just… you’re less distracting when your face is covered." a surge of confidence taking over.

rafe raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. "you find me distracting?"

you took another sip of your drink, ignoring the flutter in your chest. "you’re in a stupid outfit and still manage to be annoying. that’s a talent."

he leaned closer, close enough now that you had to tilt your head to look at him. "you calling me annoying, sunshine, or are you trying to admit you like looking at me?"

you rolled your eyes. "don’t flatter yourself." but your voice was lighter than you wanted it to be.

the music shifted, pulsing louder from the other room, the familiar beat of 'come as you are' started playing. “i love this song!” you turned to rafe, finishing the drink in your hand and pulling him up.

he didn’t stop you, just fell into step beside you as you pushed through the crowd back toward the living room where everyone was dancing. the soft lights glowed across his face as he followed, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable.

"you gonna dance?" you asked, tossing a look over your shoulder.

“only if it’s with you.” he pulled you in.

you laughed, letting your hands rest on his shoulders as his slid to your waist. hips starting to move a little with the rhythm. the warmth from the alcohol was finally catching up to you, softening the edge of your nerves.

your heart was racing. the way his fingers gripped you tighter, the way his gaze kept dropping to your lips like he was fighting something. he pulled you in closer, skin touching and bodies pressing.

you tried to keep your eyes anywhere but his mouth, but it was impossible. especially when he leaned in, voice just above the music. "you always dance like this? or just with me?"

you tilted your head, smirking. "if i say just with you, is your ego gonna inflate?"

"already has," he murmured, turning you around so you were pulled flushed against his chest. you could feel the heat radiating off him, his hands gripping your body like he couldn’t help it.

his fingers slid under the hem of your top, just barely. warm and confident and like he belonged there.

you should’ve pulled away. made a joke. changed the subject. but you didn’t.

"i can feel you staring," you whispered, turning your neck to look at him.

"i know." his voice was low, rougher now.

you turned fully to look up at him. neither of you looked away. your faces were inches apart, breath mixing in the tiny space between. his hand was still on your waist. yours curled in the fabric of his shirt.

"fuck this," he muttered suddenly.

you blinked. "what?"

"come with me." he pulled back slightly, already lacing his fingers with yours. "just for a minute."

you hesitated, but allowed him to drag you through the heavy crowd of people.

he led you out the back door into the cool night air, no one else around but you two.

the noise dulled the second the door shut behind you. it was quieter out here, besides the heavy breathing of the two of you.

rafe stopped by one of the trees, letting your hands drop, reluctantly, you noticed, and looked at you for a second like he wasn’t sure where to start.

"needed needed some fresh air?" you asked, worry rising.

he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. "no. needed to stop pretending like i wasn’t gonna kiss you."

your breath caught.

"so dramatic," you whispered, but your heart was thudding so loud you were sure he could hear it.

"maybe." he stepped in again, slower this time. deliberate. his hands found your waist like he’d been there before, like he knew every curve of it.

his voice was barely a whisper now. his eyes locked on yours. "you want me to back off?"

you didn’t say anything. you just leaned in.

it started of gentle, testing the waters. but as soon as a small gasp left your lips and your hand curled around the back of his neck, that was it.

his lips pressed harder against yours, all hesitation gone. he tasted like alcohol and something darker. he tasted like him.

your back hit the tree behind you before you even registered that he'd stepped forward again, chest flush against yours, hand slipping to your jaw.

you weren’t sure who made the sound, him or you, but your lips parted again, deeper this time, more desperate. like neither of you wanted to come up for air. like this had been building for too long and it was finally breaking.

his thumb brushed your cheek, and his other hand gripped your hip. "fuck," he muttered against your mouth, pulling back just enough to look at you. "been wanting to do that since the second i saw you tonight."

you blinked up at him, breathless, lips still tingling. "just tonight?"

his grin was lazy. dangerous. "don’t push it, sunshine. you know the answer already." he kept his forehead pressed to yours. "i've been losing my mind over you," he murmured.

you looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes searching. "so have i."

and rafe smiled, really smiled, before pulling you in again. slower this time, savouring your taste, hands sliding over your body.

the party felt a million miles away. it was just the two of you, hearts racing, lips colliding, unsaid sentences lost in the small space between your lips.

a/n: holllyyyy shit i am back!!! and with a bang if i do say so myself...

anyway notice the queer reference in here hehehe

hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i did writing it!!! thank u for always waiting for me and being so supportive. love u guys

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wicked game

chapter 12 - halloween part 1

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it was finally time for the long awaited halloween party. kie and cleo had arrived at yours and sarahs dorm to start getting ready in full pre-game mode. the place smelled of hairspray and alcohol, half a bottle of vodka drunk in preparation for the long night.

sarah was sprawled across the floor with a straightener in hand, kie sat on the edge of your bed experimenting with glitter on her face, and cleo was pouring herself another drink.

you leaned against the edge of your desk, sipping slowly from your drink, doing your best to stay present. but your thoughts kept drifting.

specifically to rafe. and his stupid fake wedding and his stupid mixed messages he keeps giving you.

"you okay?" sarah asked, glancing at you through the mirror, eyebrow raised.

"yeah," you said automatically. too quickly.

kie caught it too. " are you sure? you've barely moaned about rafe tonight and thats how i know something is up."

you and sarah shared a quick glance to each other, not missed by the girls.

"okay. what the fuck did that look mean?" cleo chimed in, stopping mid eyeliner.

"is there something you guys aren't telling us?" kie questioned.

"i'll leave this one to you y/n." sarah turned away with a smirk.

you sighed, dragging a hand through your hair freshly curled hair. "ok, promise you guys won't make this weird?"

"you're not filling me with much hope." cleo stood up from doing her makeup.

you paused, letting silence fill the room. "i think i may like rafe."

kie dropped her dress on the floor, "oh. my. god."

"you're fucking kidding me. the same rafe who has a reputation for being a fuck boy? the same rafe who is sarah's brother?" cleo crossed her arms, confusion present in her face.

"i know i know. i don't understand it either. but things have just been, different. and this whole fake wedding thing has got me so in my head and i feel... upset?" you swallowed.

"you're jealous." sarah joined the conversation.

you hesitated, then gave in. "maybe. i don’t know why it’s bothering me this much. i mean- i do. but i hate that it is. i don't want to like him."

kie came over to you, serious now. "y/n, it’s not dumb to feel that way. you had a moment with him. he's been treating you differently and now he’s parading around campus with some barbie for a fake marriage. it’s performative, but it still stings."

"i feel so stupid," you said quietly, "it’s not like we’re a thing. it’s not like i have a right to be upset."

"but you feel upset," cleo finally spoke, turning to look at you. "that’s real. you’re allowed to feel weird about it."

"and jealous," kie added with a smirk.

you let out a groan, falling back against your pillows. "this is a disaster. i was doing so well being nonchalant and mysterious and now i’m just… in my feelings over a stupid fake marriage."

sarah grinned. "i mean, if it makes you feel any better, emily reed is the least exciting choice. literally no one at zeta delta likes her."

you laughed. "that helps. slightly."

cleo gave you a soft look. "so what happens if he sees you tonight? what do you want?"

you sighed. "i don’t know. but i want to look good when it happens."

"now that’s the energy i like to hear," sarah stood dramatically, grabbing her makeup bag. "sit."

you rolled your eyes but obeyed, letting her start on your makeup. "so you guys don't hate me for this?"

"we could never hate you y/n. we just always want the best for you." kie reassured you.

"exactly. and for you to be happy. even if i don't particularly like rafe, i know you see him in a different way than we do." cleo explained, her tone gentle. "and maybe he sees you differently too."

you blinked, caught off guard by the quiet truth of her words.

sarah leaned in, carefully blending eyeshadow across your lids. "he definitely does."

"cheers to that." kie lifted her cup.

when sarah was finally done, she spun your chair towards the mirror. you blinked at your reflection.

"damn,” kie said, leaning in. "rafe’s gonna need CPR when he sees you."

"not that we’d give it to him," cleo giggled. "but the thought is there."

you smiled despite the knot still turning in your stomach.

you were going to show up, look hot, and maybe, just maybe, make him feel a little confused for once.

"okay,” you said, standing and reaching for your boots. "let’s go."

a/n: oh you guys are not gonna be ready for the next chapter

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Nobody has ever wanted me and I’ll never understand what the reason for that is exactly..

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CHAPTER EATS SO HARD

wicked game

chapter 11 - here comes the bride

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cw: language

you couldn't figure out why this stupid fake frat wedding was making you feel things. negative things.

you dragged sarah back to your room after the grilling the girls had given you, all certain you had feelings for rafe.

"so wait, who is rafe even getting fake married to?" you asked her.

sarah grinned. "emily reed, president of zeta delta phi. you already hate her don't you?"

you threw a pillow at her, "for fucks sake sarah let it go!"

she burst into laughter, "i'm joking i'm joking! wait." she paused, "rafe has that jumper. oh my god is that rafe's jumper? when the fuck did you get that?"

you looked down. shit.

you immediately started peeling it off. "no. no! ok, it's not like that i swear. stop. i picked it up when i was leaving his room in a rush to pick up lucas."

"and you're wearing it right now?" sarah could not hide the excitement on her face.

"it's soft. that's all. it's cosy and i like it and that is the only reason. for comfort." you collapsed onto your bed, hiding your face.

"come on y/n you're not fooling anyone." sarah smirked.

"look, it's not like that okay? we just had a moment in the garden the other day at the party. it was quiet, and maybe kinda... nice? and now everything feels... i don't know. weird."

"and now you want to be his frat bride." sarah teased you once again.

"stop!" you groaned into your pillow.

sarah flopped down next to you, voice suddenly gentler. "hey. it’s okay if you like him, you know. even if he is a dick. and my brother."

"i don’t," you said again.

sarah raised an eyebrow.

"i don’t!" you repeated, defensive now.

"well, if you did, i wouldn't be mad. and part of me thinks he likes you too."

your ears perked at that, "really?"

"i don't know, it's rafe." she shrugged like it didn't matter.

you paused. that name alone came with so many contradictions.

yeah. it was rafe.

the same rafe who was cocky and infuriating and said things like "maybe it's a sign" when you kept bumping into each other and called you 'princess' with a stupid half-smirk.

but also the same rafe who sat with you in the garden while the party raged on, letting you hold his hand like it meant something. the same rafe who protected you when you got roofied and looked after you all night.

you bit your lip, sarah staring at you like she was trying to figure you out. "what's going through that pretty head of yours?"

"it's just. he was...nice. the other night i mean. like, weirdly nice. it just doesn't seem like the same guy everyone talks about."

sarah sat up "how weirdly?"

"i mean," you mumbled, "it wasn’t just banter. it felt different. he just sat and we talked and he held my hand and-"

"pause. he held your hand?" her eyes lit up in shock.

"yes but not like that." you spoke quickly

sarah’s jaw dropped. "not like that? y/n, babe, this is rafe we’re talking about. he doesn’t even high-five people unless there’s a crowd watching."

you rolled your eyes but your cheeks were already warm. "it wasn’t romantic. it was just… quiet."

"okay, sure," she said, still clearly unconvinced, "he quietly held your hand in the garden under the stars while you had a vulnerable moment and now you’re wearing his hoodie and getting jealous about a fake wedding. totally platonic."

you sighed, falling back onto your bed. "i hate you."

she laughed, "no you don’t. you hate that i’m right."

you stared up at the ceiling. "it’s just confusing. i didn’t feel like this with lucas. not even close. and now rafe’s getting fake married and i can’t stop thinking about how stupidly annoying that makes me feel."

sarah’s voice softened. "it’s not stupid. you like him. that’s okay."

you didn’t say anything for a moment. then quietly, "do you really think he likes me too?"

she hesitated, not teasing now, "yeah. i think he does. i think he’s just as confused about it as you are."

you nodded slowly, letting her words sink in.

a/n: AHHHHHH i am screaming at this and i wrote it

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BABY POSTED ANOTHER CHAPTER OF WICKED GAMES (and it's so good I'm literally on my knees)

wicked game

chapter 10 - charming

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cw: language, alcohol

it was a long, exhausting night after lucas left. you felt numb, empty, lost. but a part of you felt relief. and you felt so guilty for feeling that.

you didn't let the girls come over straight away, you wanted to deal with it yourself and process it, but you knew you needed to go out tonight to stop yourself from moping.

by the time the evening had had arrived, your chest still felt heavy, but the grief had dulled into something quieter. something you felt able to carry.

you allowed yourself to get dressed up, promising the girls you would meet them there as you just needed to take your time.

you stared at the dress hanging on the back of your chair that sarah had given to you back when you first became roommates. "wear this when you want to feel hot. trust me." she had said to you that night.

this was one of those nights.

you put it on, did a quick once over and decided it was good enough for right now.

the kappa tau house was, as always, buzzing and full of energy by the time you got there.

you found kie and cleo, who both did a quick double-take when they saw you, expressions flashing from surprise to concern to that unspoken thank god you’re here kind of relief.

"you made it,” kie said, immediately pulling you into a hug. "how are you?" she asked with sincerity.

you gave a weak smile. "ask me after drink number three."

cleo handed you a red solo cup like she’d already prepared for that answer. "you don’t have to talk about anything if you don’t want to."

"i know," you said, taking a sip. "i just want to be with my girls tonight."

"speaking of..." cleo nodded towards the corner where john b and sarah were making out. "she's been a little preoccupied."

you laughed, "so they're official huh?"

"apparently so. they're fucking whipped." kie sighed.

"she's never in our dorm anymore. always at his." you smiled softly, glad she had someone like him. "i'm happy for her." they nodded in agreement.

for a little while, it was easy. you laughed, danced, and let the negative thoughts stay hidden. but as the night went on, you felt yourself overwhelmed and in need of a break.

"i'm just gonna go get some fresh air for a bit. you guys carry on." you said to the girls.

"are you okay? do you want us to come with you?" kie rushed, always the first one to worry.

"i'm fine! i promise. just getting a bit sweaty."

"ok, but we're here for you, yeah?" cleo spoke with concern.

"i know i know. i'll be back shortly." you stepped away, slipping through the crowd in the living room and making it out to the garden. it was quieter, darker, with the slight flicker of cigarettes being lit and phone screens.

you exhaled deeply, the cool air hitting your skin like a reset button. you leaned against the wall, letting your head fall back, eyes closed, just trying to feel something besides the dull ache in your chest that comes back as soon as you're alone.

"you always sneak off during our parties?"

the voice startled you, pulling you out your trance.

"i didn’t know you were out here," you said quietly.

"didn’t know you were either. guess we both needed a break."

you glanced at rafe for a moment before returning your gaze to the backyard. "you always this good at finding people when they want to be alone?"

"not really. just tends to always be you." he shrugged, "why do you want to be alone?"

"just not really in a people mood right now."

he tilted his head slightly, watching you. "rough night?"

"lucas and i broke up." you responded bluntly.

rafe didn’t say anything at first, just nodded slowly. no told you so. no smug comment. just a shift in his expression. shock and a hint of sympathy.

"you okay?" he asked after a few minutes.

"yeah," you said finally. "i think it wasn't good for a while. he wasn't like, bad or anything. we just grew apart. it felt pretend. and that's exhausting in itself."

he didn’t push you for more. "i get that," voice softer now. "sometimes it’s easier to fake it than admit it's kinda falling apart.”

you looked over at him then, his face barely lit by the glow of the inside, his eyes steady on yours. there was no judgment there. just a weird kind of understanding.

"you always this philosophical at parties?" you let out a small laugh.

he cracked a smile. "only when i run into pretty girls in gardens."

you rolled your eyes, but your lips tugged into the faintest smile, "charming"

"you smiled," he said, "that’s gotta count for something."

"we seem to end up together at parties away from everyone else quite a lot." you said, sitting down against the wall.

"is that a problem?" he sat beside you, close but not too close.

"not really," you said after a beat, voice quieter now. "just… interesting."

he hummed in response, resting his arms on his knees, head tilted slightly like he was trying to read between the lines of your words. "maybe it’s a sign."

you looked over at him, brows raised. "a sign? for what?"

"that you secretly like my company," he said, glancing at you with the smallest smirk, but it didn’t come off cocky. "or maybe you just keep ending up in the same places i go when i’m trying to get away."

"away from what?"

"the pressure of being a frat guy."

you both burst into laughter, you swatted his shoulder, but rafe caught your hand before it could hit him. and he didn't let go. holding it before slowly brushing his hand against yours, just gently. just enough for you to decide.

you hesitated, then turned your hand over, letting your fingers curl lightly into his. it wasn’t romantic. it wasn’t even flirtatious. it was steady. grounding. quiet.

his thumb grazed your knuckles, barely there. "you’re allowed to feel relief," he said softly, his voice low and warm. "even if it hurts. even if it’s messy."

"you always like this when you’re not pretending to be an asshole?"

he let out a small laugh. "don’t tell anyone. ruins the brand."

you smiled again, this time more real.

"i'm glad i keep bumping into you." you whispered after a while.

"yeah." he replied, just as quietly. "me too."

a/n: i hate this chapter wahhhhhhh anyway how much of this is bet rafe and how much is real rafe mwahahha

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hoefordrewstarkey · 2 months ago

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feral because of a 31 year old man

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hoefordrewstarkey · 2 months ago

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wicked game

chapter 9 - lying

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cw: language,

the weekend with lucas had been... good. but it hadn't been perfect. it hadn't been what you were hoping for.

your mind hadn't been fully there.

it was back in that messy room, lost up in the memory of rafe’s careful hands looking after you.

the way he wouldn't let you finish the question before assuring you he hadn’t touched you.

the way he looked at you, like he genuinely cared. even just for that moment.

and you hated yourself for even thinking about it now, days after it had happened. you were trying to convince yourself it was the spiking that was making you feel this way, the confusion. you were probably imagining the events wrong.

but even with lucas next to you, you just didn't feel quite right.

the conversations flowed, but something felt… off. you couldn’t tell if it was you or him. maybe both. he was sweet, attentive, even a little clingy at times, but you couldn’t stop the hollow feeling in your chest.

you found yourself zoning out when he talked. smiling too late. wishing you could crawl out of your own skin when he reached for your hand or kissed you on the forehead.

everything felt off.

and the more you tried to force it, the worse it felt.

you were half-listening to him talk about some new project he was excited about when your phone buzzed on the coffee table.

lucas barely paused in his story, but you saw his eyes flicker down at the screen.

then flick back.

"who's rafe?" he asked casually.

"oh nobody. he's just the guy who helped me after that party." you scrambled over your words.

"i thought you said kie helped you and you went back to hers?" his face dropping slightly.

"oh, yes! no i did. rafe just helped me before kie got to me." your face started to flush, and you knew lucas knew you front to back.

"are you lying to me?' his voice more stern.

your stomach twisted painfully, "no," you lied, too fast.

lucas stared at you, his mouth tightening into a hard line. "yes you are."

"lucas, it’s not what you’re thinking." you stepped toward him instinctively, trying to smooth it over, but he shook his head.

"then what am i thinking, y/n?" he asked, voice low and sharp. "because right now it seems like you’re hiding something. why would you lie about something like this?"

you swallowed hard, glancing at the coffee table, hating the way your heart had jumped in your chest when you saw his name light up your screen.

"i’m not... nothing happened," you said quietly, hating how small your voice sounded.

lucas gave a laugh. "nothing happened," he repeated, "but you’re flustered, lying to my face, and you can't even look at me y/n."

"i didn’t cheat on you," you said firmly, meeting his eyes.

"no," he said bitterly. "but you’re thinking about someone else. that’s just as bad."

your throat felt like it was closing up. "it’s not like that."

"then tell me what it is!" lucas demanded, throwing his hands up, defeated. "tell me why you’re hiding shit. tell me why your first instinct was to lie to me."

you opened your mouth, but nothing came out. because you didn’t know how to explain it. how do you explain missing someone you shouldn’t even know that well? you felt pathetic.

"i don’t know, okay!," you whispered finally. "he just helped me the other night, when my drink was spiked. that’s it."

lucas stared at you, and the hurt on his face was almost unbearable. "and you went back to his place? not kie's?"

your silence was enough of an answer.

"you don’t have to say it," he muttered. "i get it. you've been different ever since i got here."

"lucas- it's not that."

"then what is it?"

you sighed. you didn't even know what you were feeling. "maybe we’re not supposed to be doing this anymore." you said quietly, voice trembling.

lucas's eyes filled with tears, "maybe we're not.'

tension filled the room, silence stretching between you, heavy and suffocating.

"so what now?" you asked, tears starting to fall.

"i love you y/n, i really do. but you're not the same anymore. you're lying to me, not completely here when i'm talking to you, i don't even think you want to be with me anymore." he said, his voice breaking slightly. "and i deserve more than that."

you wiped at your cheeks quickly, like it would somehow erase the mess this had turned into. "i never wanted to hurt you," you whispered.

"i know," he said, gently now. "but you did."

you nodded, pressing your lips together to keep the sob clawing its way up your throat from escaping. lucas stepped closer, hesitating for a second before pulling you into a hug. you clung to him, even though you knew it was over. it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t easy. but it was true. you didn't want to be with him anymore.

he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, lingering like he was trying to memorize it. "goodbye, y/n."

you squeezed your eyes shut.

when he pulled away, the emptiness he left behind was instant. you watched him grab his bag and walk to the door, his shoulders slumping forward like he was carrying the weight of every unspoken word between you.

and then he was gone.

the door shut with a soft click, final and cruel.

a/n: sorry guys i was bored of lucas lol i needed him gone byeee also it's meant to say kappa tau party in the story but i made a typo

sidenote lowkey proud of this chapter and i rarely am

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hoefordrewstarkey · 2 months ago

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wake up, new wicked games chapter is up!!

(ps: anya I hope your eye is better baby <3)

wicked game

chapter 8 - unfamiliar

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cw: language, mentions of being spiked

your head was pounding before your eyes even opened. the brightness that drifted through the curtains felt like a personal attack. your mouth was dry, the metallic aftertaste of something bitter lingering.

you sat up slowly, the unfamiliar sheets sliding off your body.

panic set in fast.

this wasn't your room.

and it definitely wasn't sarah’s.

you looked around, eyes scanning over the posters, the mess of cologne bottles, the soccer jersey draped over a desk chair. and then, your heart dropped into your stomach. rafe’s hoodie slung across the bedpost.

no.

the door creaked, and you looked up to see him standing there with two bottles of water and what looked like painkillers. "you’re up," he said quietly, like he wasn’t sure if you’d scream or pass out. or both.

"what happened?" your voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.

rafe walked over, handing you the water gently. "some dick spiked your drink," he spoke, his eyes worried. "i found you just before you blacked out. thought you were just drunk, but sarah said you hadn't even drunk much and the last thing you said to her was that your drink tasted weird."

you blinked, the hazy memories flooding back in fragments. the party. talking to sarah. leaving your drink on the counter. that weird, sudden wave of nausea. "and you brought me here?" you asked, confused.

"well i wasn’t gonna leave you there," he said, leaning against his dresser. "didn’t think you’d want anyone else seeing you like that."

you looked down at your clothes, thankful you were still in them. "did you…"

"no," he said firmly, not even letting you finish the question. "i just made sure you didn’t die in your sleep. gave you water. slept on the floor."

you breathed out. "right." your phone was buzzing repetitively on the nightstand. you snatched it up, your heart dropping all over again when you saw the missed calls and messages.

"shit."

"what?' rafe raised an eyebrow.

you were already climbing out of bed, fingers shaking as you tried to find your shoes. "i have to go. i can't- i was supposed to-"

"y/n," he said sharply. "you don’t have to lie to me. if you wanna leave just leave."

you paused, glancing over your shoulder at him. the way he was looking at you, a sadness behind the defence. it made your chest ache.

"i’m not lying," you said quietly, slipping past him.

"what is it then?" he muttered bitterly.

"my boyfriend is waiting for me." you said without looking back, rushing past and out his door.

you ran towards a taxi, quickly speaking to ask them to take you to the airport, heart rushing and panic setting in.

15 minutes later and you were there, spotting lucas sitting on a bench just outside the terminal, his suitcase next to him, head bowed as he scrolled through his phone.

your guilt hit you like a brick.

he looked up at the sound of your footsteps, relief instantly flooding his expression. "there you are," he said, standing quickly. "i was starting to think you weren’t coming."

you forced a smile, walking up to him as calmly as you could manage. "i'm so sorry," you said breathlessly, "my phone died, and i- i think my drink got spiked and then i... um... i stayed at kie's after the party. just crashed there." the lie came easily.

his arms came around you without question, and you hugged him back, though your limbs felt like they weren’t quite connected to your brain. his scent was familiar. his embrace comforting. but your stomach still twisted.

"it's ok y/n. i'm so sorry that happened to you." he paused to kiss you softly, "god i missed you," he murmured into your hair. "i can’t believe i'm actually here."

you didn’t respond right away. you just buried your face in his shoulder, trying to keep the storm of thoughts from showing on your face.

rafe’s hoodie. the way he looked at you when you walked out. his voice, firm, but hurt. that damn sadness in his eyes at him thinking you made up an excuse to leave. looking after you all night without you realising.

you weren’t supposed to care.

but you did.

a little too much.

"i missed you too," you lied again.

a/n: so sorry for my shit updates! i was in sweden and then got bit by a dog in the eye so life got kinda crazy but wanted to whip a chapter out for you

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you don’t know how you ended up like this. well—you do. you let rafe climb on top of you in the middle of the night, after whispering “just a quickie, i promise” with that pretty grin like he wasn’t already rock hard and aching to be inside you.

and now…now your legs are hooked up over his shoulders, bent and pushed back so far you feel every single inch of him with every stroke. his pace is fast—not rough, but fast—his hips slapping against the backs of your thighs with soft, wet thuds, his abs tensing every time he drives into you. you’re gripping the sheets so tightly, with your head tipped back against the white pillow. you can’t stop the helpless moans falling out of your mouth, not even when you try to bite down on them.

“fuck, baby,” rafe pants, hovering over you, arms caging your head, face flushed and glistening. “you’re bein’ so loud…” and you are. too loud for where you are. the guest room walls are thin. ward and rose are asleep right above you. but your brain isn’t working right—can’t work right—not when he’s fucking you like this, deep and fast, his cock hitting that spot over and over that makes your eyes roll back.

he dips down lower, bending your legs even more, his chest brushing your knees now as he slaps a hand over your mouth and breathes hot into your ear. “shh shh shh… i know, baby. i know it feels good. ‘n you’re takin’ it so good for me,” he coos, voice all praise and filth, cocky and sweet and so fucking in love with the way your thighs tremble around him. your cries are muffled against his palm, your whole body shaking under the weight of his pace. he’s moaning now too—soft and desperate—his hips stuttering just slightly like he’s getting close, like the sight of you all wide-eyed and helpless is too much for even him to handle. “that’s it,” he groans, eyes locked on your face. “good girl. be my good fuckin’ girl—yeahhh, just like that.”

you clench around him so hard he gasps, his jaw flexing as he groans against your neck, his rhythm faltering for half a second—but then he grits his teeth, and keeps going, faster, like he’s chasing both your highs at once. his hand’s still over your mouth, but you’re whimpering beneath it, trying to tell him you’re close—so close. he knows. “i know, sweet girl. i feel it—fuck—i feel you.” he’s nearly growling now, his voice shaking, “you gonna cum for me? gonna cum on my cock like a good girl? hm?”

you nod frantically, eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking your lashes from how badly you need it. and rafe just whispers again, low and honey-sweet, while his thrusts speed up even more, “then be quiet for me, baby. cum all over me, please.”

his whine caused you to cum with a full-body shake, stars behind your eyes, and rafe watches every second of it—panting, cursing, praising you through clenched teeth like he’s never seen anything prettier. “atta girl. that’s it. that’s my fuckin’ girl.”

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hoefordrewstarkey · 2 months ago

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i wanna give this man the most sloppiest, nastiest, toe curling, passionate, sticky, eye rolling, sheet gripping, mouth watering, soul taking, astonishing, deathly, unholy, thrilling, euphoric head ever.

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wicked game

chapter 7 - anytime, sunshine

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cw: language, alcohol, drugs, drink spiking (read at own risk)

you hadn’t planned on going, but the girls wanted you to come so badly and how could you ever say no to them. so there you found yourself standing outside the kappa tau house once again.

you adjusted your outfit, inhaled deeply, and followed the girls in.

you met the others (jj, pope and john b) and started to enjoy the night with them, having drink after drink, letting the alcohol take over.

you felt someone come up behind you and whisper in your ear "didn’t think you’d actually show."

you didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"didn’t plan on it," you replied coldly, raising your cup to your lips, finally turning around to face him.

"and yet, here you are." he gave you a once-over, slow and deliberate. "you look nice princess."

you rolled your eyes. "do you have a tally for how many times you call me that in a day?"

"i could switch it up," he offered, leaning in a little. "angel, pretty, honey, take your pick."

"i’ll stick with none, thanks."

he grinned. "feisty tonight."

"you think i’m joking?"

"never."

"whatever. see you later." you walked away from him without another word.

you joined the girls, ignoring the feeling you had in your chest after your conversation with rafe. why did he have to get into your skin so much?

you got yourself another drink, leaving it on the side as you turned to talk to sarah. "so how's it going with john b?" you asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

sarah blushed, "good, i hope. i don't know. i really like him."

"and he likes you too," you said, taking a sip of your drink.

"you think?" sarah questioned.

"i know so." you giggled, a slight dizziness taking over you.

sarah continued talking, and you laughed at something she said. you went to take another sip from your cup, then paused. it suddenly didn’t taste like anything you remembered.

the music thumped loudly around you, lights flashing, bodies moving, but your own body felt slow, sluggish, like you weren’t fully inside of it anymore.

"hey,” you muttered to sarah, but the words came out wrong, slurred and uncertain. "i don’t feel good."

she turned toward you, worried. "what? what do you mean?"

you tried to answer, but the floor tilted, and your vision swam, turning black. your knees buckled, and someone caught you. strong arms. familiar smell. a voice you would've rolled your eyes at but in this moment suddenly felt like safety.

"woah, hey, easy. i got you."

"wha…?”" you mumbled, gripping his shirt as he steadied you.

"you okay?” his tone wasn’t teasing. it was serious. concerned.

"she’s burning up, he muttered to sarah, putting a hand to your forhead. his arm remaining firmly around your waist. "how much did she drink?"

"not enough to be like this," sarah said quickly, unease etched on her face. "she said her drink tasted weird."

rafe’s expression darkened. "who gave it to her?"

"i don’t know," sarah said, panic rising in her voice.

rafe didn’t wait. "i’m getting her out of here." he hoisted you up into his arms without hesitation, like you weighed nothing at all. you were vaguely aware of sarah’s voice behind you, calling out, but everything sounded like it was underwater.

"i’ll text you when she’s okay," rafe said over his shoulder, his voice tight.

you wanted to protest, say you were fine, that you didn’t need help, but the words never came. your body didn’t feel like your own anymore.

rafe didn’t speak as he walked, carrying you upstairs. one arm under your knees, the other cradling your back like he was afraid you’d disappear.

the next thing you were fully conscious of was soft sheets under your back, your head spinning as you blinked up at unfamiliar ceilings.

"hey, hey," rafe said gently, crouching beside the bed. his bed. you were in his room.

"where-” you croaked, your throat dry.

"my room," he said. "don’t freak out. you passed out, and i didn’t want to take you to some random dorm or leave you at the party. you’re safe. okay?" he slowly moved hair out of your face, his touch lingering.

you studied him, dazed and suspicious. but his voice wasn’t cocky. it wasn’t sarcastic. it was calm. measured. sincere.

"i didn’t- drink that much," you slurred, still defensive even in your state.

"i know." his jaw tensed. "someone fucked with your drink. you got spiked. i'm sorry y/n."

you turned your head away, heart thudding too hard. anxiety rising.

"i shouldn’t have let you out of my sight," he muttered, almost to himself, standing and pacing the room. "i swear to god, if i find out who did it-"

"you’re not… mad at me?" you asked, eyes fluttering as the dizziness came back again.

that made him stop. "mad at you? jesus, no." he walked back over, crouching again to your level. "i’m just glad i saw you when i did."

he handed you a fresh water bottle, his fingers brushing against yours for a second too long. you sat up and drank it slowly as he sat with his back against the wall next to his bed, watching you, almost like he didn’t trust himself to be closer.

you let the silence stretch, your thoughts hazy. his presence was strangely comforting. he didn't say anything, but neither did you. you didn't need to.

you took deep breaths, fighting the nausea but beginning to come back to your senses. "don’t let this go to your head," you mumbled finally, voice small, "but… thank you."

he looked over at you, meeting your eyes, his own softening. "anytime, sunshine."

you didn't even have time to process the new nickname before you passed out in his bed.

a/n: oh he wants the cookie so effing bad

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