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[tayrcse]

You’re Losing Me

✎ summary: How long can you be dying inside until he finally notices that he’s losing you?

✎ warnings: angst

✎ characters: Rafe Cameron

✎ word count: 867

You say, “I don’t understand,” and I say, “I know you don’t”

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won’t

Remember lookin’ at this room? We loved it ‘cause of the light

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time

“I don’t understand,” Rafe said, tears brimming in his eyes.

You sigh, saying, “I know you don’t.”

You didn’t think this would happen. You never thought the day would come where you would have to give up on your relationship. You truly thought something would come along and fix the two of you. Now, you don’t think it will.

You look around the room, taking it in for the last time. You used to love it here. The light coming through the window shone on Rafe, illuminating his handsome face. You can’t remember the last time the two of you were here together. You don’t remember the last time this room felt like home.

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

I’m getting tired even for a phoenix

Always risin’ from the ashes

Mendin’ all her gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow

You weren’t sure you were ready to throw out everything you and Rafe built the last three years. You had held on for so long, been strong for so long. But, you were tired. Nothing had ever been able to break you, but you think Rafe might’ve done just that.

Stop, you’re losin’ me

Stop, you’re losin’ me

Stop, you’re losin’ me

I can’t find a pulse

My heart won’t start anymore for you

‘Cause you’re losin’ me

You felt yourself slipping from his fingertips. The arms that once held you so tightly were losing their grip. Your heart no longer leapt at the sight of him. Your relationship was dead, you knew that. Rafe lost you a long time ago.

Every mornin’, I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can’t tell is dyin’?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn’t admit that we were sick

Rafe was oblivious to the storm brewing in your mind. How could he say that he loved you when he couldn’t even see how you were hurting? You gave him so many signs. He never seemed to notice. Did Rafe feel it? Could he feel the poison that was spreading between the two of you?

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you’re runnin’ down the hallway

And you know what they all say

“You don’t know what you got until it’s gone”

You felt like you were suffocating in this room with him. He wouldn’t say a word. Even now, when the end of your relationship was imminent, he wouldn’t fight for you. With a sigh, you brush past him, suitcase in hand, and walk out the door of the apartment you no longer share. It takes him too long to chase after you. You’re already at the end of the hallway when he’s running to catch up. You know what they say, “you never know what you have until it’s gone.” You don’t turn back.

How long could we be a sad song

’Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don’t you ignore me

How long could you and Rafe have lived like that? Like you were the main characters in a movie that could only end in heartbreak. You gave him the best parts of yourself. You held him up when things got hard. All you ever did was fight for you relationship. In return, he ignored you.

I’m the best thing at this party (You’re losin’ me)

And I wouldn’t marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

Maybe you can pinpoint where in all went wrong. Maybe it was at your 21st birthday party last year when he had told you that you were the best thing there. Everyone had been convinced he was going to propose that day. He never did. You couldn’t blame him though. You wouldn’t marry you either, if you were him. After all, who would want to marry a pathological people pleaser?

And I’m fadin’, thinkin’

“Do something, babe, say something” (Say something)

“Lose something, babe, risk something” (You’re losin’ me)

“Choose something, babe, I got nothing” (I got nothing)

“To believe, unless you’re choosin’ me”

So many thoughts raced through your head as you walked away from the man you once loved. You were begging him to try harder. Begging him to just say something, do something. Begging him to choose you. But you never felt that hand on your shoulder, stopping you from walking out of his life. You never heard his voice, calling you to just stop and reconsider. You got nothing. And he lost everything.

#outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron x reader angst #Spotify #tayrcse

[ghostofwriting]

I made one for Rafe 🥰

Also, HE HAS LITTLE ANGELS IN THIS PIC!

The the Kildare Times calling him OUT!!!! I know our man did not sign up to be exposed like that.

Thank you! This is so good. I’m writing his article interview right now so I’ll use this as inspo

#tayrcse #kildaresplit

[tayrcse-smau]

➳ Eternal Bonds: Part 7

#outer banks #rafe cameron #tayrcse #rafe cameron x reader #smau

[veescorneroftheworld]

Locked Hearts Pt 2

a crossover with the lovely @tayrcse-smau and a big thanks to kins for helping with like...all of the plot for this series

We also get a new bestieee (fangirl Airy <333)

#Pt 3? Anyone...? #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron moodboard #rafe cameron thoughts #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe fanfiction #rafe fluff #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey fic #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey x you

[tayrcse-random]

Gonna try to keep to a posting schedule from now on with my SMAUs on @tayrcse-smau.

Monday: My Brother’s Nemesis

Wednesday: Eternal Bonds

Friday: Starlight Serenade

[tayrcse]

If You’re Gonna Lie

✎ warnings: angst, alcohol, cheating

✎ characters: Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, Kelce

✎ word count: 773

I poured you a glass of wine and drank it for the second time

Then 7 PM turned to 10

I’m still alone and my lips are red

But not in a good way

You glanced at the clock for the hundredth time that night. 7:00 PM. The dinner you had prepared laid out on the table in front of you, along with two glasses that were once filled with red wine. You reach for the bottle sitting in the middle of the table and pour it in the glass set in front of an empty seat. It isn’t long before you get tired of staring at nothing and, instead, reach for the glass you just filled. You glance at the clock again. 10 PM. You’re still alone in that big empty house that you shared with Rafe. Your lips are stained red but not in the way you want them to be.

And you’re about to walk in that door and say some shit you said before

You’re getting so repetitive

I’m finishing your sentences

But not in a good way

You’re in the middle of cleaning up the uneaten dinner when you hear the front door open. Rafe bursts through the door and spots you immediately.

“I’m so sor—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“‘Sorry.’ I know”

“I got—” he continues.

“‘Caught up with work?’ What’s new?” You cut him off again, not stopping what you’re doing. You hate that you already know what bullshit excuses are about to come out of his mouth. You hate that you know him so well, yet not at all.

I kinda like it when you hurt me

‘Cause you come over saying sorry

So I put up with your lies just to have you for the night, baby

I kinda like it when you hurt me

I start believing all your stories

But I’d rather hear you lie than hear you say goodbye to me

Sitting by the window in your shared bedroom after cleaning up, you let your mind wander to earlier in your relationship with Rafe. Back when he couldn’t be away from you for more than a few hours. Oh, how times have changed.

You wipe the tears rolling down your face when you hear the door creak open.

“(Y/N).” Rafe utters your name softly, carefully. He strides over to where you sit, kneeling in front of you. “Please look at me,” he pleads, reaching for you hands. Reluctantly, you turn your head to look at him. He almost looks genuinely apologetic. But you know better.

“I’m sorry, baby. I lost track of time at work. I didn’t mean to leave you waiting.”

“It’s okay,” you say, knowing that it’s far from that.

“I’ll do better, I promise,” he continues. You just nod, letting him pull you into a hug. You melt into his embrace, pretending not to notice the smell of perfume that lingers on his collar.

You cut me down, you cut me deep

You say so many names in your sleep

Yeah, I can tell you’ve been having fun

I don’t recognize a single one

The fuck you been doing?

You know. You’ve always known. It doesn’t make it hurt any less when he whispers her name in his sleep. The pain in your heart cuts deep. The silent sobs tear from your throat as the tears fall down your face. He’s holding you in his arms, but it’s her who’s in his heart.

You say you’re out with friends, but you’re with her tonight

I checked your location, good fuckin’ try

I don’t say a word, I don’t wanna fight

By loving you, I’m losing me every night

You stare at your phone, numb. Rafe had told you he was going out with Topper and Kelce tonight. You’re not sure what made you check this time, but you pulled out your phone as soon as Rafe walked out the door, immediately going to check his location. You watch as the little blue dot moves away from Figure Eight and towards The Cut. Your heart sinks in your chest and your eyes brim with tears. You knew. You’ve always known. But it still doesn’t hurt any less.

Rafe gets home in the early hours of the morning. You don’t confront him. You don’t say a word. Instead, you let him guide you to your shared bed where he falls asleep with you in his arms. As you fall asleep yourself, you resign to the fact that, by loving him, you’re slowly losing yourself. But you’d rather hear the lies than hear him say goodbye.

#outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x reader angst #rafe cameron angst #spotify #tayrcse

[tayrcse]

That Love is Ours to Make

✎ series summary: Rafe never intended to fall in love with you. I mean, you were just his client/fuck-buddy, right? What happens when he realizes you’re more than that?

✎ chapter summary: Rafe helps you through the worst of the withdrawals and helps you realize your feelings for him.

✎ warnings: unprotected sex, withdrawals, mentions of drugs

✎ characters: Rafe Cameron, Sarah Cameron

✎ word count: 1,518

✎ author’s note: the ending kinda sucks, but oh well

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Day three. Day three of the most intense craving you’ve ever experienced. It’s all you can think about during your waking moments.

“Rafe, please,” you whine, following him as he continues doing chores around the house.

“No, (Y/N),” he replies, not even looking at you.

“It hurts, Rafe,” you say, tears coming to your eyes.

He finally pauses and turns to face you. “I know, baby. It’ll get better,” he reassures, giving you a kiss on your forehead. In any other circumstance, his kiss might have helped. In this instance, all it did was annoy you.

“When?” You demand, pouting like a petulant child.

“Soon,” was his only answer.

Day seven. Day seven of the worst mood you’ve ever been in. You barely left the bed, having given up on trying to get Rafe to give you more cocaine. You’re on the edge of snapping at any moment, and Rafe is walking on eggshells around you.

“Would you shut up!” You grumble.

“I haven’t said anything, princess,” Rafe sighs, running a hand over his exhausted face.

“You’re breathing too loud,” you grunt, turning away from him on the bed.

Rafe barely restrains himself from strangling you right then and there.

Day fourteen. Day fourteen and you’re finally starting to feel better. You’re eating more, and the cravings are almost gone. There’s barely a moment when Rafe doesn’t find you rummaging in his kitchen for something to eat, but he doesn’t comment on it. He also doesn’t comment when you wake up in a cold sweat from whatever nightmare you had this time.

Day twenty. Day twenty and you’ve never felt worse. The cravings are back in full force. Anything and everything causes you to lash out. Rafe takes the brunt of it.

“You’re such a fucking asshole!” You yell when he, once again, denies you what you want most. He walks out of the room, ignoring your continued screams. Rafe really wants to murder you at this point.

Just an hour later, he finds you in his bed, sobbing into a pillow. Silently, he pulls you into his embrace. You don’t resist.

Day thirty. Day thirty and you’ve calmed down slightly. The anger seems to have dissipated and been replaced with an overwhelming sadness. More often than not, Rafe is holding you as you cry. When you’re not crying your eyes out, you’re an unmoving mass in his bed.

“Go to sleep, (Y/N),” Rafe mumbles, arm slung over his face.

“Can’t,” you reply simply. You’ve been tossing and turning for the past hour, unable to fall asleep. Your movements are halted when you feel him pull you back against his chest.

“Then at least stop moving,” he grumbles sleepily.

You feel your heart speed up at his nearness. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and you can feel every inch of him.

You don’t sleep that night. Whether from the way your stomach coils with nerves from his nearness or the fear of the dreams that plague your mind, you’re not sure.

Day ninety. Day ninety and the worst has passed. The craving resurfaces every now and then, but you no longer feel the need for it 24/7. You’ve left Rafe’s house, but he still checks in on you everyday.

Day 365. Day 365 and it’s been a year since you indulged your addiction. You and Rafe lost contact a few months back. With you out of his house, you assumed he forgot about you. However, that was far from the truth. Rafe never forgot about you. In fact, you were on his mind every waking moment. You haunted his dreams when he fell asleep. Unbeknownst to you, Rafe was watching, waiting. Waiting for you to find your way back to him, but he wanted you to be free first. He wanted you to choose him, not because of what he could offer you, but because you loved him the way he loved you.

Day 400. Day 400 and you had been invited to a party by your new friend, Sarah.

“I’m gonna go get a drink. You want one?” Sarah asked you an hour into the party.

“No, thank you. I don’t drink. I’m gonna get some air though,” You reply, your voice almost drowned out by the music. Sarah nodded before walking toward the makeshift bar.

Stepping outside, you take in your surroundings. A familiar form catches your eye.

“Rafe?” You call out. The man, having heard you, turns away from the people he was talking to. His eyes meet yours and takes your breath away. You find your feet moving of their own accord closer to him. He does the same.

“Hi, (Y/N/N),” he says softly, a smile on his face.

You’re speechless for a moment. Taking in his features. You hadn’t realized how much you missed him.

“How, uh, how are you?” You ask awkwardly.

“Good. You?”

“Good.” You don’t know what’s going on with you. You can’t seem to form the words you want to say. After seeing the worst of you, you weren’t sure what he thought of you. You were afraid. You were afraid that he didn’t feel the say way you felt about him.

‘What do I have to lose?’ You think before speaking. “I missed you.” You look at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

Rafe only smiles and says, “I’ve missed you, too.”

“Really?” You ask, a little too excitedly.

“Yeah, the house is awfully empty without you in it,” Rafe says, smiling just as hard as you are.

Eventually, Sarah comes outside to find you, drink in hand. You’re too caught up with Rafe to be surprised when Sarah reveals that Rafe is her brother. You don’t even register that she doesn’t seem surprised that you know each other. Sarah leaves you to talk to Rafe once you assure her you’d be okay.

An hour later, Sarah finds you, still talking to Rafe. “I’m gonna head out. Coming with?” Sarah asks you. You hesitate, glancing between Rafe and Sarah.

“I’ll take her home,” Rafe says, saving you from answering.

Sarah glances at Rafe. “You sure?” She asks, directing the question at you.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” you reassure her. You and Sarah hug goodbye and promise to see each other soon. You don’t see her glare at Rafe as she walks away. A silent look that says, “hurt her and I’ll kill you.”

When Sarah is out of sight, Rafe brings your attention back to him. “Wanna get out of here?” You nod, and he takes your hand, guiding you to his truck.

His lips are on yours as soon as you cross the threshold of his house. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” he says between kisses.

“I have some idea,” you say grinning, your hand finding the bulge in his pants. He hisses at the contact.

“Fuck it,” he says to himself. You’re confused until he scoops you up in his arms, carrying you up the stairs and into his bedroom. You squeal happily, arms going up to wrap around his neck.

He has you on his bed in seconds, hands pawing at your clothes. His fingers fumble with your bra as his lips trail kisses down your neck and down the valley of your breasts. He discards the rest of your clothes quickly, eager to get inside you.

“Rafe, please,” you beg, needing to feel him after so long.

“Almost,” he says, lining himself up with your entrance. In one swift motion, he pushes all the way inside you, both of you moaning at the feeling.

“Move, Rafe,” you beg, nails leaving marks down his back.

“So fucking tight, baby,” he whispers into your neck as he starts moving his hips.

It doesn’t take long for him to bring you to the brink of the best orgasm of your life. “I’m close,” you moan, pleasure clouding every part of your mind.

“Me too. Cum for me, princess,” Rafe commands. With one last thrust, he’s pushing you over the edge. You feel yourself clench around him, and he follows you soon after.

“I love you, so much,” Rafe says as he brings you both down from your climaxes.

“I love you,” you whisper, every piece of you heart going into those three words.

After cleaning you up and getting you into one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers, the two of you are lying in his bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. You look at him from your place beside him, love shining in your eyes.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

His eyebrows furrow as he asks, “For what?”

“For saving me. I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for you,” you tell him sincerely. He doesn’t answer, but you don’t need him to. The way he kisses you tells you all you need to know.

You fall asleep in his arms that night. And, for the first time in a long time, you don’t dread waking up the next day because you have Rafe. Now and forever.

#outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #tayrcse

[tayrcse]

It’s Not Love, but It’s Pretty Close

✎ series summary: Rafe never intended to fall in love with you. I mean, you were just his client/fuck-buddy, right? What happens when he realizes you’re more than that?

✎ chapter summary: Rafe made you a promise, and he intends to keep it.

✎ warnings: vomiting, mention of drugs and drinking

✎ characters: Rafe Cameron

✎ word count: 807

✎ author’s note: I decided to split this into two parts because it would’ve been too long, but the next part will be out, hopefully, soon.

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The pounding in your head begins as soon as you regain consciousness. The churning in your stomach quickly follows. You jump out of bed and bolt to the bathroom, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet. You’re too busy heaving into the toilet that you barely register the sound of footsteps on the cold, tile floor. You feel someone’s hand gather your hair out of your face and pull it back into a makeshift ponytail.

“Easy,” the person says, gently rubbing your back with their other hand.

It feels like hours before you feel well enough to lean away from the toilet to take in your surroundings. You blink slowly, willing the blurry room to come into focus. You hear the sound of the toilet flushing and turn toward a familiar figure.

“Rafe?” You whisper, unsure. ‘It can’t be,’ you think.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he sighs, confirming your suspicions. No one else ever called you “sweetheart.”

You rub your blurry eyes, trying to get a better look at him.

“What happened last night?” You ask, your memories from the night before disappearing.

“I found you at a party. You were high out of your mind, so I took you home.” Rafe explained briefly.

‘Home?’ You thought. You may be hungover and coming down from the cocaine high, but you were conscious enough to know this wasn’t your house. ‘Did Rafe consider his home yours too?’ The thought came into your mind before you could push it away. ‘No, he just made a mistake, that’s all.’

“Hey, you still with me?” Rafe asks, noticing how you zoned out.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.”

“Good. Let’s get you off the floor, yeah?” Rafe stands up, holding a hand out for you to take. You take his hand, a shiver running down your spine at the contact. He lets go of your hand once you’re standing, and you immediately miss his touch.

You watch as he bends down again, rummaging in the drawers beneath his sink until he finds what he was looking for. He hands you a brand new toothbrush and some toothpaste, saying, “I know you feel like shit right now, so go ahead and clean yourself up, and come downstairs when you’re done.” Then, he’s gone as quickly as he had come.

You quickly brush your teeth and shower, finding that he left a shirt and a pair of shorts for you on his bed. When you’re done, you find your way downstairs.

The smell of waffles hits your nose as soon as you enter the kitchen. Rafe is sitting at the kitchen table, doing something on his phone, a plate of waffles in front of him and another plate to his right. He looks up as you enter, setting his phone down.

“Feeling any better?” He asks as you sit down next to him.

“Nope,” you answer, studiously avoiding his gaze.

Rafe sighs, pushing the plate of waffles closer to you. “You need to eat,” he says sternly.

When you don’t make any moves to start eating, he says, “It’ll make you feel better.”

Reluctantly, you pick up the bottle of syrup, pouring a decent amount on the pile of waffles. After your first hesitant bite, it doesn’t take you long to devour the waffles on your plate along with Rafe’s portion that he offered you. You hate to admit it, but he was right about eating making you feel better.

“Thank you,” you mumble once you finished eating and the table is cleared off.

“Don’t mention it,” Rafe replies.

“Anyway, I should, um, probably be heading out,” you say awkwardly, fiddling with the hem of your his shorts.

“Actually, you’re gonna be staying here for awhile,” Rafe says, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter.

“What?” You ask, finally looking up at him.

Rafe sighs, pushing himself off the counter and walking towards you. “I thought cutting you off would work, but it seems you’re more resourceful than I thought,” he begins. He’s reached you now, and you’ve backed up far enough to hit the wall. “So, you’re staying with me until we get you clean,” he explains matter-of-factly.

“What are you talking about? I don’t need to get clean,” you defend, tilting your face up to meet his eyes.

“Look at you, (Y/N). You’re destroying yourself.”

“I’m fine,” you say adamantly, albeit unconvincingly.

“That’s a lie, and you know it,” Rafe says, a crease emerging between his eyebrows. “Admit it, (Y/N). This isn’t the life you want.”

You try to turn your head, trying to avoid his piercing eyes again, but he doesn’t let you this time. He gently grasps your chin, bringing your eyes to meet his.

“Let me help you.”

You hesitate for a moment. ‘Is he right? Is this the life I want?’ And then, you nod.

“Okay.”

#outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #tayrcse

[tayrcse]

Just Married

✎ summary: It was married and in love. And then it was just married.

✎ warnings: angst, misogyny, abusive behavior

✎ characters: Rafe Cameron

✎ word count: 640

I don’t think I lied when I said I wanted that life

Maybe I was too young to understand what I wanted to begin with

But, babe, it was true, with all that I knew

It felt like forever, that December Two

A fairytale start, crossing our hearts

Rode off in a car that said, “Just Married”

You hadn’t lied when you told Rafe you were ready. You were ready to get married. You were ready to spend forever with him. Looking back, maybe you were too young to make that decision. However, at the time, it was certainly true that you loved Rafe. Some might say a little too much.

It felt like the start of the rest of your life when you said your vows on December 2, 2015. You promised yourself to Rafe that day, and he to you. The beginning of what was supposed to be happily-ever-after.

But I wasn’t made for fixing a plate or keeping our problems buried

I wasn’t strong enough to keep on with all of the weight that I carried

Yeah, it was love

Then it was just married

Rafe didn’t like that you wanted to work. He wanted you there when he got home after a long day, waiting with a warm dinner ready for him. It was the topic of many of your fights. Rafe would go on about how you “weren’t a good wife” and “why did you have to work? Didn’t you think he could take care of you?” Somewhere along the way, the love you felt for him turned into a heavy weight in your chest. It was love once. Then it was just married.

Long distance texts, make-up-for-time sex

Tired of asking when I’ll see you next

I’m too mad to fight, so I stare and cry

At the picture of you and me wearing white

Just married

Just married

Rafe was away more than he was home. He was always on some business trip or at an event he needed to attend. When you did see him, he would dote on you, making up for the time that he was gone. Eventually, you got tired of asking when you would see him next. Tired of the argument that would ensue when he thought you were being ungrateful for the time he did spend with you. You got tired of the fighting, so, while he left to blow off some steam, you would sit in your bedroom, staring at the picture from your wedding day, crying at the happy looks on your faces. There was no longer love between you and Rafe. You were just married.

It was a beautiful wedding

Sometimes I still taste the Veuve

And dammit, I wish I wasn’t this ready

To undo “I do”

You still think about your wedding day. You still remember the petals lining the aisle and the archway Rafe stood underneath, waiting for you. You still taste the champagne everyone toasted you with. Sometimes you wish you could’ve fought harder. You wish you weren’t so ready to undo the vows you said to the man you once loved.

But I wasn’t made for fixing a plate and getting divorced sounds scary

But I’m just not strong enough to hold with all of the weight that I carried

Yeah, it was love

It really was

Then it was just married

When the idea of getting a divorce first entered your mind, you were scared. You were scared of what people would say or of what Rafe would do. You were scared because you didn’t know how to live a life without Rafe. But you couldn’t hold on any longer. So, you signed the papers, and you made sure Rafe did too. It was love once, it really was. Then, it was married. And then it was not.

#outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x reader angst #rafe cameron angst #Spotify #tayrcse

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Watching You

✎ summary: You’re in love with your best friend. He’s in love with someone else.

✎ warnings: angst, unrequited love

✎ characters: Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers

✎ word count: 762

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I heard that you found someone

Always knew that you would find someone

Got the message, knew what it said

I can’t forget

It was the talk of the school when Steve and Nancy made it official. Steve Harrington was your best friend. He was also the boy you were in love with. He didn’t know it, of course. You always knew the day would come when he’d find someone to love. You just always hoped it would be you.

You came home to a message from Steve that day. You didn’t have to listen to know what it said, but you did anyway. Unsurprisingly, he was boasting about how he and Nancy were finally together. You never forgot those words.

I don’t sleep

Tangled up in the memory

Of you and me, now you and her

Your mind replayed all the times you thought Steve returned your feelings. The times he held you while you cried or how he held your hand in a crowded room. You tossed and turned all night, knowing Nancy would get all that and more.

But for what it’s worth

You know I’ll always pick up your call

‘Cause I’d rather half than nothing at all

Steve periodically called you, and all he ever wanted to talk about was Nancy. You knew you should’ve stopped picking up, but you’d rather have a piece of him than have nothing at all. So you endured the pain of hearing him telling you about how much he loved her. All the while, you pretended you weren’t hopelessly in love with him.

I’m too tired to pretend

That last night didn’t hurt

When you called me a friend

And it wouldn’t be the first time you made me cry

You don’t even know why

The first time you officially met Nancy, you had been talking to Steve at his locker when she showed up. He had introduced you as “just a a friend,” and you felt your heart shatter all over again. You cried alone in your room that night. It wasn’t the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Many times we felt it

Came close for a minute

Wrong place, wrong time

You were almost mine

You recalled the many times you and Steve almost took the next step. The times alone in his car when his eyes would flicker down to your lips or the soft caresses when the two of you were alone in his bedroom. Something in him always told him it was a bad idea, and you were both too scared to make that first move.

I don’t sleep

Next time, please don’t tell me

Honestly, I wish I saw things differently

You had another sleepless night the day Steve told you he loved her. You wished he wouldn’t have. You wished you could be happy for him. You wished you didn’t love him the way you did.

It’s so hard to pretend

When you ask me what I think

When she hurts you again

If I said it would I get

All that I need

Or would you forget me

You were at a loss when Steve came crying to you about how he found Nancy with Jonathan Byers in her bedroom. You wanted to tell him that she didn’t deserve him, but you didn’t know if he would seek comfort in you or feel the need to defend her. So, you defended her before he could.

I really gotta go

Wish I could stay

But I can’t keep watching you watching her watching me

And everybody knows

That I feel this way

So I can’t keep watching you watching her watching me

After the Halloween party where she broke his heart, Steve came to you. You thought it was over between them and that he would be yours again. But a few days later, they had made amends, and you were back on the sidelines. This time, you didn’t pick up Steve’s calls. You avoided him at school, and he eventually stopped trying to talk to you.

You wished you could have been strong enough to stay in Steve’s life, but you couldn’t keep watching as he looked at her as if she was the only person in the world. You couldn’t bear the looks of sympathy from your classmates who could tell from a mile away that you were in love with Steve. You couldn’t stand the fact that Steve would never look at you the way he looked at Nancy. So, you left, and you didn’t turn back.

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader angst #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #stancy #spotify #tayrcse

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if you ask me to: I’ll Come Running

✎ summary: You get the call you’ve been waiting for.

✎ pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader

✎ tags: @rafedrewandjjs @theouterbanksofsnow @redhead1180

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You’re sitting in your bedroom listening to music when your phone starts ringing. You recognize the ringtone to be JJ’s and pick up immediately.

“JJ?” You ask nervously. ‘Why is he calling this late?’ You wonder frantically.

“Hey, (Y/N). You busy?” His voice sounds strained, like he’s in pain.

“No, why? JJ, are you okay?”

“Um, not really. Can— can you come pick me up? I don’t think I should be driving right now,” he says, laughing a little breathlessly.

“Text me the address. I’m on my way,” you tell him, already grabbing your car keys and heading out the door. JJ mumbles some type of acknowledgement that you ignore, and you hang up, plugging the address he sent you into the GPS and peeling out of the driveway.

Your GPS leads you to a house party. The party seems to be in full swing when you pull onto the crowded street. You spot JJ almost immediately. He’s sitting on the curb in front of the house, head in his hands. You pull up in front of him, not bothering to park properly before jumping out of the car and jogging to his side.

“JJ,” you say softly, prompting him to look at you.

When he does, you notice that his eyes are red and puffy. The realization that he’s been crying hits you like a ton of bricks. You’ve only seen him cry a handful of times in the years that you’ve known him, so seeing him like this confuses you.

“Let’s get out of here, J,” you urge softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He begins to stand up but stumbles a bit, leaning on you for support.

“Have you been drinking?” You ask, your voice laced with concern.

“Not enough,” he mumbles, taking a step toward your car. You decide to ignore his retort and help him enter the vehicle instead. Once he’s settled in the passenger seat, you walk to the other side of the car and get in, quickly pulling off the street and heading in the direction of your house. You don’t want Luke seeing him in this state.

The entire ride to your house is silent. You don’t know what to say, and JJ doesn’t offer any information. Once you arrive at your house, you help him into the living room where he plops on your couch, a heavy sigh escaping him. You take the seat next to him, making sure to keep an appropriate distance.

“What happened, J?” You inquire hesitantly.

He sniffles before saying, “Kie and I broke up.”

You’re shocked to say the least. You had been keeping your distance but had heard that they were going strong. You’re sitting in stunned silence when he speaks again.

“Fuck. I knew I should’ve followed the rules. ‘No pogue on pogue macking.’” He rants, doing finger quotes for the last part of the sentence.

“If I had known I was gonna get my heart broken anyway, I would’ve taken the risk with you,” he continues rambling. You almost miss his implication. Almost.

“What did you say?” You ask, eyes wide as saucers.

“If I had known—.”

“I heard what you said,” you cut him off. “I need to know what you meant.”

He finally meets your eyes, and for a moment, his mind seems to clear. “If I knew how it would’ve ended with Kie, I would’ve gone after the girl I really love.”

“And who is that?” You say breathily. You need to hear him say it. You need to know you aren’t imagining his words.

“You, (Y/N). It’s always been you.”

You feel the air leave your lungs at his confession. It’s all you’d ever wanted to hear from him.

“I never should have gotten with Kie, but I was too scared to ruin our friendship to tell you how I felt, so I settled for the next best thing.” JJ explains. “I know it hurt you, and I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.”

You nod. “I know, J.” A beat of silence. “Where do we go from here?” You ask tentatively.

“I think… I think I want to give us a shot, when I get over this thing with Kie. If you still want me?”

“I’ll alway want you, JJ,” you promise. “But I need to know I’m not a rebound.”

“I understand. I’ll prove to you that you’re not. Whatever it takes.”

Two Months later

You’re the happiest you’ve ever been. You and JJ started officially dating a week ago, and you can safely say that it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed about. He and Kie talked things out for the sake of the friend group and agreed that things were better this way. JJ never missed a chance to prove to you how much he loved you.

You and JJ are lounging in your bed watching TV when he suddenly speaks.

“Thank you for picking up my call that night.”

You look at him, love shining in your eyes. “I’ll always come running if you ask me to.” 

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Messed Around and Hot Addicted

✎ series summary: Rafe never intended to fall in love with you. I mean, you were just his client/fuck-buddy, right? What happens when he realizes you’re more than that?

✎ chapter summary: A night of bliss turns into something more. Can you get out before it’s too late?

✎ warnings: mentions of sex, drug use, swearing

✎ characters: Rafe Cameron, Barry

✎ word count: 732

✎ tags: @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @f4ll-for-you

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You leave Rafe’s house the next day feeling awful. The mix of the drugs leaving your system and the shame of sleeping with none other than Rafe Cameron had you doing the walk of shame all the way to your house on the other side of the island. Which is why you couldn’t explain why you were back in his arms the very next day.

After a cocaine-filled night, you once again end up in Rafe Cameron’s bed, experiencing pleasure you never had before. You weren’t sure what you were more addicted to. The drugs? Or him?

Rafe knew he was screwed a month into your arrangement. He found himself no longer joining you when you came over to partake in drug use, wanting to be sober for what always transpired after. He noticed how he would wait in his living room every night, waiting for your familiar knock on his door. He knew this was bad. Rafe Cameron wasn’t supposed to care about anyone but himself, much less a pogue. But you were different. You were beautiful and kind. You were quick-witted and always kept him on his toes. Rafe Cameron found himself falling in love with you. Which is why he turned you away the next time you came over.

When the familiar knock sounded on his door, Rafe went to open it, knowing he’d be greeted with your smile on the other side.

“Hi,” you greet shyly. You were always like this when you first came over: quiet and reserved. It was only after he supplied you with cocaine that you opened yourself to him.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he replies, the pet name rolling off his tongue easily.

“Can I come in?” You ask when he doesn’t move aside to allow you in like he normally did.

Rafe sighs, bracing himself for your reaction to what he was going to say next. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he tells you.

“Oh. Do you have plans tonight?” You ask, confused. Rafe always let you in, no matter what. If he had guests over, they were told to leave. If he had somewhere to be, he would call and cancel. This was new to you, and you didn’t know how to react.

“No, I just- I don’t think you should come here anymore,” Rafe replies, watching as your face changes from confusion to hurt.

“What? Why? I thought- I thought we were having fun?”

“Fun? You’re killing yourself, (Y/N)!” And there it was. The real reason Rafe was turning you away. After the months you had spent together, Rafe realized he wouldn’t be able to handle it if something happened to you. He also realized that we was increasing that risk every time you came over, and he indulged your addiction.

“What are you talking about?” You ask, genuinely confused.

Rafe shakes his head. “I’m cutting you off, (Y/N),” he explains.

“What? You- you can’t do that,” you say frantically.

“I can, and I am,” Rafe says, finality in his tone.

“Rafe, please,” you beg, reaching out for him.

He pulls away from you. “Go home, (Y/N),” he says before closing the door on your shocked face.

It’s a week later when Rafe sees you again. He had just arrived at a party when he sees you at a table surrounded by other people, kooks and pogues alike. He watches as you bend down toward the table, a rolled up dollar bill held up to your nose. Rafe is seeing red. He had explicitly told Barry that you were off-limits. Barry knew the risk of selling to you, and he had done it anyway. Rafe would deal with him later.

Rafe, striding over to you, watches as one of your friends takes your arm and leads you to the make-shift dance floor. He watches your movements for a moment, relishing in your beauty as you sway along to the music. He almost doesn’t notice when a man he doesn’t know walks up to you and grabs your hips, practically grinding himself on you. However, he definitely notices when you don’t push the stranger away. He’s barely aware of himself walking over to you and the man. He doesn’t think before pulling the man off of you and directing a punch at the man’s face. And he doesn’t stop even as he hears your shocked gasp.

“Oh fuck.”

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are your requests open?

if yes, could you pleeeaaaaseeeee write eddie munson x girlfriend!reader

eddie canceled on his girlfriend because he has „to help wayne“ but she finds him at one of tommy h‘s party, making out with chrissy. she finds out they’ve been fucking behind her back for months & so she leaves him but starts drinking excessive amounts of alcohol at the party. steve & robin find her in the front yard, vomit in front & on her & she’s unconscious. they call an ambulance & turns out she had alcohol poisoning.

eddie heard this & comes to the hospital but steve & robing won’t let him see you. eddie feels soooo guilty. maybe they talk it out when she’s awake but probably won’t get back together.

Poisoned Heart

✎ summary: When your boyfriend, Eddie, cancels the date you had planned, you decide to go to a party with your friends instead. What you didn’t expect was to see Eddie there… with his tongue down Chrissy Cunningham’s throat.

✎ warnings: angst, cheating, vomit, drinking, alcohol poisoning

✎ characters: Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Wayne Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Tommy Hagan

✎ author’s note: omg thank you so much for requesting! I really hope I did your request justice. I’m on a Steve Harrington kick but really wanted to write more for other characters, so thank you for giving me ideas lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! <3

✎ word count: 878

You were disappointed to say the least. You had been looking forward to the date you had planned for you and Eddie. He had canceled last minute with some vague excuse of needing to help his uncle, Wayne, with something. He never elaborated on what that “something” was.

“I had everything planned out, Robs,” you complained to your best friend over the phone.

“I know, (Y/N). Need me to kick his ass?” Robin replied.

You laughed and said, “No, but thank you. I can’t really blame him. Wayne has done a lot for him.” You heard Robin scoff at that.

“Would’ve been nice to give you some notice,” she mumbles. “But since you don’t have plans anymore, what do you say about going to that part Tommy H is throwing?”

“I don’t know, Robin,” you answer. “I’m not really in the partying mood.”

“C’mon, (Y/N)! It’ll be fun!” Robin excitedly exclaims. “Even Steve is coming,” she adds.

“Fine, I’ll be there,” you sigh.

Robin squeals excitedly says, “Okay, I gotta go get ready, but I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye, Robs,” you say before hanging up the phone. With a heavy sigh, you open your closet in an attempt to find an outfit. You settle for a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved top. You quickly do your makeup and style your hair before getting in your car and driving to Tommy’s house.

The party is already in full swing when you arrive. There are people dancing and drinking, couples making out and— Your heart drops. There, in the corner of the room, is your boyfriend. And he’s making out with someone who is definitely not you. You stride up to him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and say, “What is it exactly Wayne needed help with?”

Eddie jumps, turning around at the sound of your voice. His eyes are wide as he stammers, “(Y/N) I can explain!” The girl, you realize, is Chrissy Cunningham She’s standing there with a smirk on her face and not an ounce of guilt.

“How long?” You demand.

“Oh, we’ve been at it for months,” Chrissy answers, giggling.

Eddie shoot Chrissy a glare before turning to you and saying, “Please, it isn’t what it looks like.”

“Save it. We’re done.” You say, wiping tears from your eyes and stomping off. You find yourself at the makeshift bar, ladling a sizable portion of the spiked punch into your solo cup. One cup turns into two, and two turns into three, and before you know it, you’re vomiting into the bushes in Tommy H’s front yard.

That’s how Robin and Steve find you: passed out with vomit on your shirt. You later learn that it was Steve who called the ambulance, Robin riding with you to the hospital.

“Where is she?!” Eddie demands, bursting through the hospital doors. Steve and Robin stand up to meet him.

“I don’t think she wants you here, man,” Steve says, arms crossed over his chest.

“I didn’t- I didn’t think she would…” Eddie stammers, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Clearly you didn’t do much thinking,” Robin mutters.

Eddie ignores her. “I need to see her,” he begs.

“No way. Not after what you did,” Steve says, shaking his head. For a moment, Eddie glares at Steve, about to argue with him. He thinks better of it.

“Just… take care of her. Please,” he says instead. Steve and Robin nod. Satisfied, Eddie turns around and leaves the hospital.

When you wake up, you’re told that you got alcohol poisoning from the amount of alcohol you drank. Steve and Robin stay with you until you’re cleared to be released. They’re there through your sadness and anger over Eddie. Eventually, you’re able to face the world again.

A few weeks later, you’re about to leave the house when you hear the doorbell ring. Eddie stands there, shuffling his feet as he stares at a spot on the floor.

“What are you doing here?” You ask coldly.

“I— I wanted to see how you were doing.” He replies.

You let out a humorless laugh. “How do you think I’m doing?”

“Right. Stupid question,” Eddie mumbles, still not meeting your eyes. “I wanted to tell you I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. And I- I broke it off with Chrissy.”

You don’t say anything for a few seconds. “Why’d you do it? Was I not good enough?” You ask, tears pricking your eyes for the first time in weeks.

“No! God, no,” Eddie says, running a hand through his hair. “You’re perfect, and I’m just an idiot who threw away the best thing he ever had for a few nights of fun.” Eddie’s eyes are glassy now, tears threatening to spill. “Do you think… do you think you could ever forgive me?” He pleads.

“You hurt me in ways you promised you would never. You lied to and cheated on me,” you start. “But you were also some of the happiest moments of my life. So, sure, I forgive you. But I want nothing to do with you.” And with that, you close the door on Eddie, along with all the pain he caused you. You hold your head up high and don’t look back.

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Until We Drink

✎ summary: You and Rafe are just friends… when you’re sober.

✎ characters: Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, Kelce

✎ word count: 591

I’m just one of the guys when

I’m with you and your best friend

Staying up till 3, watching trash TV

Singing country songs in your backyard

Telling jokes, laughing too hard

Nobody would know

You’ve seen me without clothes

“Yes!” Topper cheered, jumping from his seat in excitement. You, Rafe, and Topper were all sitting in Rafe and Topper’s dorm room, watching the football game, and your team had just scored a touchdown. Rafe holds out his hand to you for a fist bump, and you oblige, smiling widely.

At the football game after party, you sat next to Rafe in front of the fire pit, singing along to one of your classmates who was playing his guitar. Rafe leans over, whispering a joke into your ear, and you burst out in giggles. Looking at the two of you, no one would have a clue about your true relationship with Rafe.

We’re not together, but we’re not not together

I kinda like it, but I can’t do this forever

Cause we’re friends

We’re just friends

Until we drink

Until it’s late and all your roommates are asleep

All of sudden, got your hands all over me

You and Rafe weren’t together. But you weren’t not together either. You kind of liked the way things were between the two of you, but you knew you couldn’t do it forever either. You and Rafe were friends. Just friends. That is, when you’re sober. You and Rafe were just friends until it got late and everyone went to bed. Then, suddenly, his hands were all over your body, and you were no longer just friends.

We never talk about what’s going on

We’re casual, we’re nothing

We’re the furthest thing from love

Until we drink

You and Rafe never talk about what’s going on between the two of you. It was casual. No, it was less than that. It was nothing at all. You and Rafe weren’t in love. You were purely platonic… when you’re sober.

We always act like it’s nothing

Like we’re just having fun, and then

I’m too drunk to drive

So I just stay the night

It happens every time

You and Rafe always brush it off. ‘We’re just having fun,’ you think. But, then it gets late, and you’re too drunk to drive. So, he tells you to stay the night, just this once. Except, it wasn’t just once.

In the kitchen doing shots around the sink

Sloppy dancing turns to kissing in your sheets

We never talk about what’s going on

We’re casual, we’re nothing

We’re the furthest thing from love

Until we drink

You were in Rafe’s frat house kitchen, doing shots around the sink with Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. Drunk dancing with the boys quickly turns to you in Rafe’s room, tangled in his sheets, his lips covering yours, a battle for dominance ensuing.

You don’t talk about what happened the next morning when you wake up in his bed. There’s no reason to. You and Rafe aren’t together, after all.

I don’t care

I do though

I want more

Maybe I don’t

What are we

It doesn’t make sense

Cause we’re just friends

Until we drink

It didn’t bother you, right? It shouldn’t bother you that there was nothing more between you and Rafe. But, maybe you want more. No, you were just confused. You didn’t know what you and Rafe were, and it was messing with your head. Your relationship didn’t make sense. You swear you’re just friends. That is, until you drink.

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if you ask me to

✎ summary: You would do anything he asked you to. He would do the same for her.

✎ warnings: angst, unrequited love

✎ characters: JJ Maybank, Sarah Cameron, Kiara Carrera

✎ pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader

✎ tags: @rafedrewandjjs @theouterbanksofsnow @redhead1180

Saw you at the party, but you wouldn't say a single thing

You smiled for a moment, then she kissed your cheek, that's such a shame

'Cause I know that she can't love you quite like I could

You couldn’t help but look for JJ as soon as you arrived at the bonfire with Sarah. It would be your first time seeing him since you heard he started dating Kiara Carrera. It wasn’t long before you caught sight of his blonde head of hair. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts, but you don’t think he’s ever looked this handsome. JJ caught your eye, smiling for a moment before Kiara appeared, kissing him on the cheek as a greeting.

‘What a shame,’ you think, sighing. You knew you could love him better than she ever could, even if you never got the chance to prove it.

So I'll leave your text on read, and hope you're overthinkin' everything

Saw me by myself, you said “hello” and asked if I was good

She walked up out of nowhere, damn, I almost said that I love you

Now you're headed to her house to watch that movie you both like

While I'm up and losin' sleep, what do I do if it's not me you choose?

You were surprised to hear you phone ding as you walked away from JJ and Kiara. It was a text from JJ.

JJ: You look great :)

You leave it on read, secretly hoping that it would bother him and maybe cause him to overthink about you as much as you do about him.

An hour later, you had wandered off on your own, finding an area of the beach that wasn’t filled with drunk teenagers.

You hear him before you see him. “Hey, are you okay?”

Before you could answer, Kiara was there. “Babe, you ready to go? We can go to my place and see what’s on Netflix.”

You glance at JJ before walking away from the both of them. You don’t know whether you’re grateful or sad that Kiara showed up. One more second alone with him and you would have let it slip that you’re in love with him.

But God, she's so pretty, and funny, and witty

I don't think that I stand a chance

And she's so fuckin' lucky 'cause all I've been wanting

Is you to be holding my hand

But it feels like forever, from minutes to seconds

To hours, been waiting for you

But she loves you too, I guess it's too soon

But I'd come running if you asked me to

You couldn’t even blame JJ for being with her. Kiara was gorgeous, funny, and challenged him in every way. You should have known you didn’t stand a chance. She already had everything that you didn’t. Now, she has the person you want most too. You waited so long for JJ to finally tell you he loved you back. But, you suppose Kiara loves him too, and maybe it was still too soon for him to tell you what you desperately wanted to hear. Even now, you would drop everything and come running if he asked you to.

Had you to myself, but then you left and didn't even care

Didn't give a second thought 'cause you know that I'd still be here

If you always thought about her, did you have to waste my time?

So if blue was never love then all this time, have I been color-blind?

It wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time, JJ was yours. Well, almost. He was your best friend. He was as close to yours as he would get. And then he found her, and he was no longer yours at all.

‘Did I imagine all those intimate moments? Those flirty looks and soft touches, were they all made up? Had it always been her? Did he just waste my time?’ You can’t help but question your entire relationship. You had thought that what you and JJ had was love. Now, you can’t help but wonder if you had just been blinded by your own love for him.

But God, she's so perfect, no flaws on the surface

I don't think that I stand a chance

And she's so fuckin' lucky 'cause all I've been wanting

Is you to be holding my hand

It feels like forever, from minutes to seconds

To hours, been waiting for you

But she loves you too, I guess it's too soon

But I'd come running if you asked me to

Kiara Carrera was perfect, flawless almost. You realize now that you never stood a chance. All you had wanted for years was for JJ to hold you the way he’s holding her now. You waited for him for years. You loved him for years. But she loves him too, and it was too late for you. But, still, you’d come running to him if he asked you to.

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Habits I Can’t Break

✎ series summary: Rafe never intended to fall in love with you. I mean, you were just his client/fuck-buddy, right? What happens when he realizes you’re more than that?

✎ chapter summary: Pushing you away didn’t work. But will pulling you closer destroy the both of you?

✎ warnings: violence, swearing, non-sexual nudity, drugs, slight angst

✎ characters: Rafe Cameron

✎ word count: 763

✎ tags: @f4ll-for-you @drewstarkeysbae

✎ author’s note: Sorry for the delay with this part, I’ve been having really bad writer’s block lately. I’ll have to do some research on drug withdrawals before writing the next part but just know it’s gonna get intense 😬

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You stand in shock as Rafe beats the stranger to a pulp. “Rafe! Stop!” You yell, breaking out of your trance. He doesn’t listen to you, continuing his assault on the man. “Rafe!” You try again, grabbing his arm as he winds back in preparation for the next punch. He stops this time, glancing back at you. “You’re killing him!” You plead with Rafe.

“Why do you care?” He spits out, pulling his arm from your grip.

“You don’t need anymore blood on your hands, Rafe.” You say sternly.

Rafe scoffs but turns away from the man. Without another word, he grabs your arm and starts pulling you toward the door. You’re too stunned to resist.

“What the hell are you doing?” You demand once you and Rafe get outside.

Rafe lets go of your arm and spins around to face you. “What the hell am I doing? What the hell are you doing?”

“I was having fun before you showed up.”

“I thought I already told you, (Y/N). This shit isn’t fun.” You roll your eyes at his words. Rafe notices, and his eyes visibly darken. “Drop the attitude,” he says through gritted teeth.

You ignore him, instead saying, “Why the hell do you care what I do with my life?”

“I know you’re high as fuck, but you’re smart enough to know the answer to that,” he replied, stepping closer to you until you’re breathing the same air.

Rafe stares at you intently and doesn’t miss when your eyes flicker down to his lips. He sighs, realizing that he’s already losing your attention.

“Come on, we’re leaving,” Rafe says abruptly, reaching for your hand.

“But you just got here,” you whine. He ignores you as he guides you to his truck, making sure you got in and buckled the seat belt before walking to the driver’s side of the car. You’re leaning your head against the cool window when he settles behind the wheel. You don’t notice the melancholy look on Rafe’s face as he starts the car. And you definitely don’t notice the way his hand twitches, almost reaching out to hold yours again.

The drive back to Rafe’s place is silent, neither of you knowing what to say to the other.

“We’re here,” Rafe finally says as he puts the truck in park. You look out the window at the house you had become so familiar with. An ache settles in your chest as you realize how much you had missed coming to this house every night. You realized how much you missed him.

Rafe glances over at you before opening the door and stepping out of the truck. Walking over to your side of the truck, he carefully opens the door, making sure you aren’t leaning against the window before he does. You barely register him leaning over you to unbuckle your seat belt, the drugs in your system taking over. Rafe sighs when he sees that your eyes are closed, realizing that there was no way you were going to be able to walk inside let alone upstairs. Your head lolls on his shoulder as he picks you up bridal style and carries you inside, up the stairs, and into his room.

Rafe lays you gently on his bed before going to his dresser and pulling out one of his shirts. Moving toward your figure on his bed, he calls your name softly, wondering if you’re still awake. He doesn’t get much of reply, a string of incoherent words falling from your lips.

“You gotta help me out here, sweetheart,” he says desperately, knowing you don’t understand a word he’s saying. Resigning himself to his fate, he lifts your arms over your head, slipping off the crop top you had been wearing along with your black, lace bra. He carefully pulls the shirt he had gotten onto your body, trying his hardest not to look at your chest. When his shirt was comfortably resting on your sleeping frame, he moves to remove your jeans as well. His shirt is big enough on you for it to reach your mid-thigh, hiding your most intimate spot from his eyes.

Finished with his task, Rafe takes a moment to admire your peaceful face. He never noticed how you constantly looked like you were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders until he saw you like this. For once, the demons that haunted you gave you a reprieve. Brushing your hair out of your face, he makes a promise to himself and to you.

“You’re not alone anymore.”

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