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please, please, please : rafe cameron.

word count: 1.6k a / n: this is my first time writing in a while so please be kind. i just finished 4a of outer banks and have so much muse to write rafe right now so just wanted to get this out. warnings: alcohol use , drug mention , fluff , angst , mild physical violence , suggestive nudity(?). summary: y/n is a kook and rafe's ex but y/n still harbors alot of feelings for him and it shows. at kelce's summer bash, the two of you see one another and things seem alot more complicated than simply being exes.

you were a kook, in most ways atleast. both of your parents coming from figure eight, but they didn't raise you with the same distaste for kooks or anyone for that matter. you were raised to be kind and handle yourself and other's with a certain level of respect. you're friends often ragged on you for this but you stood your ground and most of them, respected that.

tonight, like most saturday nights you found yourself partying, kelce was throwing his annual summer bash and per usual anyone who was anyone was there. ruthie to your side as the two of you made your way out to the backyard. she'd been your friend since childhood, your families more like family than long time friends as this point and while you didn't agree with her on most things, the two of you managed to keep a solid friendship. somehow.

" bikini time , " she calls out to you , already shuffling out of her shorts. playfully rolling your eyes you follow suit. as your pulling your tank top over your head, your eyes land on him. your ex boyfriend, or fling, whatever he'd managed to degrade you down to when he was done with you. kicking your clothes off to the side, you glance over at ruthie.

" i need a shot, " you groan, before she can so much as say anything you're already headed inside toward the kitchen, " or three. "

leaned up against the counter as you wait for kelce to top off the shot glass he'd just pulled out for you, you can't help but to overhear a blonde not too far from you making a comment to her boyfriend. his dad's dead, his sister's a pogue now, and he's an absolute dick ... the cameron's really have fallen from grace. you down the shot handed to you, immediately turning on your heels to walk over to the blonde.

" have some respect maybe? " you can't help but stick up for a family that took you in as one of their own for so long, for the guy you cared so much about, no matter how frustrated seeing him here tonight made you.

" aw, y/n still sticking up for a guy who's never cared about you? " the blonde bites back, her boyfriend's smug grin enough to get your blood boiling.

" i just think it's pathetic to kick people while they're down, i know it's hard to grasp when you have literally nothing better to do with your life though. " you comment, keeping your voice calm somehow, " i'd recommend working on being a little nicer, my mother would never hire someone so nasty, " the blonde, grace, looks at you in shock as you hang her internship under your mother over her head. " have the night you deserve though, grace, " you manage to pull a semblance of a smile onto your face before walking off.

only halfway through your stride you collide with a body. their hand snaking around your waist to keep you steady, just as you peel yourself off from them his blue eyes come into your eye line.

" rafe... "

the smirk on his face says it all, he heard that whole thing and more obviously, he was on some mix of alcohol and coke. already.

" hi baby, " his words just quiet enough for only you to hear. the chills that reach your spine from the familiar greeting goes against everything you want your reaction to be. " don't call me that, i'm not your baby, " your tone as stern as you can possible manage.

" that sounded like you were, " he notes, one hand pulling his beer to his lips and the other pointing over in the empty space the couple was once taking up. his own smug grin basically forces you to nudge him slightly out of the way .

" shut up, rafe, " you huff, walking past him but before you can get very far you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. " hey, wait, " rafe's tone was soft something you were once far too familiar with. until it just kind of vanished one day.

" can we go talk somewhere? " his question enough to get a humorless laugh from you.

" now you want to talk? no, i'm not doing this right now. " you refused to let him worm his way back in or sweet talk you in anyway.

" just leave me alone, please. " you manage to get your arm out of his grasp and before he can make another attempt topper and kelce are pulling him away talking about some beer pong bet.

you spend the next couple of hours back with ruthie and the girls although you can't recall anything any of them have said, your mind only on one thing. it was always that way, he could go off and completely forget about you, while you stayed stagnant, stuck on him.

as the party starts to settle down you get up heading toward the guest room kelce had always kept free for you whenever he'd throw a party. a little wobbly as you made your way up the stairs, you weren't a lightweight persay but during a full night of drinking it was inevitable for the drinks to hit you at some point. bryce, a guy you went to school with at the academy notices you struggling up the stairs, coming up on the side of you and giving you a steady arm.

" hey, hey you good? " he asks, a kind smile spreading across his face. you just nod, pointing up toward the bedroom.

" heard ya, loud and clear, " he chuckles as he helps you up the stairs and toward the guest room you point toward.

" y/n, i'm gonna go grab you a water, okay? " he says as he settles you down onto the bed.

" the hell you are, " an all too familiar voice booms from the doorway. you manage to get a glimpse of rafe just over bryce's shoulder. he looked angry but that wasn't particularly anything new. " the fuck do you think you're doing? " his voice still raised as he pushes bryce away from you.

" stop, " you mumble, rubbing your hands over your face.

" what is he your new boyfriend or something? " rafe snaps at you, pushing at bryce again this time toward the door.

" chill, " he finally gives in and pushes rafe back.

" just get out, man " a taunting tone coming from rafe. before either of them can get another word out or another hit you stand up , " just get out, " you huff fed up with the show the two were putting on. bryce listens almost immediately with a shake of his head.

" i knew you didn't want him in here with you, baby, " rafe smiles as he closes the door and turns to you but as you plop down on the bed, glossy eyes looking up at him, " i meant you too, " you huff.

" what? " aggravation lacing his tone.

" rafe, you can't keep doing this ... " despite your words, you point toward the bag you brought up here earlier, for him to grab you your change of clothes. he follows your silent directions, you catch the smirk on his face as he pulls out your pajamas. they were his favorite ones when you two were together, a light blue satin short set with a pink frilly trim. " doing what? " he his voice going back to that soft tone you'd heard from him earlier in the night as he comes close to you, giving you a little tap on the leg as if to tell you he'd help you change. had you not been as drunk as you were you'd have turned down the offer but odds were you would struggle without his help. " acting like you care, " the hurt in your voice is clear, as you cover up your bare chest once he undoes your bikini top. he goes silent at your words, his bottom lip popping out as he gives you a slight nod. there's a silence the comes over the room as he continues to help you change, once you're fully clothes you pull yourself up further on the bed.

" i do care by the way, " he notes, sitting at the side of the bed as he pulls as strand of your hair out of your face.

" you don't, you never did. you, me and everyone else on this damn island know that. " you sigh, turning over so that your back is facing him now.

" let me prove it to you, " you can hear the smugness in his tone as he makes himself at home in the bed alotted for you, his hand playing with your hair and your far too exhausted to whack his hand away.

" why? so you show everyone how dumb i am again? " in any other situation your word would hurt the guy beside you but in this case you knew they hurt you more than they could every hurt him. atleast you'd convinced yourself of that.

rafe goes silent, his hands still running through your hair as you slowly start fall asleep and for a moment you could've swore you heard him whisper " i love you, baby. "