request? yes! (but anonymous) warnings: drinking, bars, suggestive comments/flirting prompt: jake seresin, known for his "hangman" persona, meets a girl at a bar. at the insistence of going back to her house, he realizes just who her father is...
The Hard Deck was loud enough to shake the floorboards. Hell, maybe even shake the whole town!
Music pulsed through the packed bar, cocky fighter pilots crowded around the pool tables, and somewhere near the back, Rooster was humming to the tune of "Great Balls of Fire" drunkenly. A typical Friday night. A typical everyday night, really. It had become more frequent, unfortunately, as they all needed to release tension after being a signed an extraordinary demanding mission.
Jake Seresin went up to the bar for another beer, leaning against it like he owned the place. A sure insult to Penny. He was the only fighter pilot on active duty with a confirmed kill.
"Another round?" Penny asked him.
You watched Jake at the counter, just a few seats away from him. Jake flashed his signature smirk, which on most nights annoyed you, but the alcohol in your system was making him look... different.
"Only if you don't water it down this time. C'mon, Penny, you know I don't get drunk that fast." He pouted his lips.
Penny rolled her eyes, "Hangman, you couldn't charm me if you even tried."
The nickname made him happy. Call signs had a habit of following people everywhere. At least his was cool.
Across the room, Payback groaned. "Please don't tell me you're flirting with Penny again!" Jake roll his eyes, because the second he noticed you, nothing mattered. You were wearing wide leg jeans, boots that weirdly resembled the ones they wore in their flight suits, and a leather jacket.
Your features were stunningly dark, your brown hair would've looked back if not for the good lighting in the bar.
Jake stood up straighter immediately, downing half the beer instantly, psyching himself up. You pretend not to notice, but how could you not? Even if he had never noticed you himself.
Coyote came over to him, "Well," He coughed. "There goes your evening, you lost the bet, dude."
"Actually, I think my evening just got interesting." He gripped his beer tighter, ignoring Coyote's comment, and the insinuation of handing over the money. You got up, handing money to Penny, paying off your tab. You figured if Hangman didn't follow you out, you weren't worth his time. He watched you give her a hug and she kissed your cheek before letting you go.
He knew you weren't Penny's daughter, so who were you? He intended to find out.
Jack slid off his stool before his brain could catch up.
"Go get 'em, tiger." Payback clapped his back.
"This smile," Hangman demonstrated. "Works every time." He winked before sauntering over to you.
You were fixing your jacket, and getting your purse settled comfortable on your shoulder.
"Can I just say," he started smoothly, and maybe too strong, "you walked in here like you were meant to distract me."
You looked amused. Like you already knew exactly the kind of man he was. And well, you did.
"That your best opening line?" You asked, cocking an eyebrow.
He shrugged. "I can show you better than I can talk."
"No introductions?" Your face contorted. "Not very gentleman like, is it?" You tilted your head slightly to the side while clipping down your purse, securing it in place.
"Where are my manners?" He scoffed and smirked, "I'm Jake."
"Oh, I know."
His eyebrows furrowed. "And how do you know that, pretty lady? I've never seen you in here before."
You laughed. "Funny. That picture is me." You pointed to a picture of a smiling little girl on the wall, pointing down to the Top Gun emblem on the floor of the building.
He followed your finger and looked back. "Even more interesting. So who are you, exactly?" His eyes raked up and down your body.
"I think you'll have to find out for yourself, Hangman."
"Oh, you know everything about me, isn't that right, sweetheart?"
You shrugged, clearly looking like you were ready to go. "Maybe."
"I don't like when a girl is more mysterious than me." He joked.
"I don't like when a man blatantly flirts with me at a bar while I'm obviously leaving, and won't even offer me a ride back?" You offered. "But I guess we can't have everything." You smiled so sweetly he was taken aback.
Sure enough, you got him to cave, and he drove you home. It was only, maybe, eight minutes of driving, if that. You watched Hangman's arm flex in his Navy Khakis, as he drove with one hand, the other one hanging out the arm of his truck.
You leaned over the center console, taunting him, testing him to look over. "Do you flirt with every girl?" You whispered in his ear.
His arm out the window went on the steering wheel, and the other gripped you around your waist. "Only the pretty ones."
He turned to look at you, but your hand guided his eyes back to the road. "Tsk tsk tsk, eyes on the road. Already such a horrible first impression, Jake." You gasped against his ear, feeling his hand feel around the back of your jeans.
He parked so smoothly, it almost turned you on.
"Are you gonna invite a guy in?"
"Depends. Will I have a good time?"
He nodded, his hand grabbing your chin gently. "The best."
He could hardly wait to get you inside as you fumbled with the keys. Your dad's bike wasn't in the driveway, so he mustn't have been home. Once you opened it, Hangman was all over you, and you were already pawing at the buttons on his uniform.
Then Hangman opened his eyes, spotting a familiar face of pictures on the wall. He thought he must've been hallucinating and kept kissing your neck, getting ready to pick you up, one leg already straddled on his waist.
Cough, cough. You heard behind you.
Hangman put you down so fast, fixing his buttons, not noticing you'd also unbuckled his belt.
"Oh my God, Daddy, hi. Oh God, this is so embarrassing." Your face was fully red.
"Sir." Hangman gasped, looking down and fixing his built quickly. He stood ramrod straight.
Maverick did not answer.
"Sir, respectfully, nothing happened, um, sir." Hangman sounded so unsure of himself, he could've died.
"You," he said to you, "go to our room, for God's sake."
"Hangman, she is about to commission from the Academy. Not only are you soon to be fretting with a midshipman, you are with your instructor's daughter. Understand?" Maverick's eyes widened as he raised his eyebrows up at Jake.
"I- yes, sir."
"You took my daughter to the Hard Deck."
Jake braced for impact. "Accidentally, sir?"
"That's not how daughters work."
"Yes, sir."
"Hangman, she likes you, clearly. But if I ever see you two again, I will personally make sure that you will not advance this mission, and forget about being the leader, you won't even be support."
"Yes, sir." Hangman didn't realize it, but he'd slowly been backing up to being fully outside the door.
Then, Mav shut the door in his face.
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A/N: i love hangman, and i hope my other hangman lovers out there love it too! i love imparting my navy knowledge into the fics :,)
request? yes! (tagged in comments) warnings: brothers best friend prompt: a collection of stories when rafe and thornton!reader officially start dating
Dating Rafe Cameron was far from easy, and even farther from peaceful. It wasn't predictable like your previous relationships, but somehow, it worked. Even if you did keep your relationship hidden from Topper for the entire first month.
Half of your dates, including the first one, involved sneaking around like criminals. Rafe thought it was funny, you thought it was annoying.
"God, you enjoy this way too much!" You huffed as he dragged you through the back entrance of Tannyhill. "Dude, Topper isn't even here!" You whisper yelled.
"No, but he lives this house over." Rafe rolled his eyes.
"Are you saying you don't enjoy it?" He asked while smirking over his shoulder, escorting you quietly to his room.
"No, but I'm reconsidering revealing it to my brother so he can bury your body somewhere in the marsh." Rafe laughed, affectionately, "Sure, sweetheart. I am sure you believe that."
Rafe was strangely sweet when you two were alone. Everyone thought he was cocky, and angry, like he portrayed himself at parties. But this version? This was not the version anyone talked about. Whenever you were overnight at Rafe's, or his at yours (which was far less common), he'd be sprawled out on his bed, with you tucked against his chest while whatever video you chose played in the background.
This Rafe existed only for you.
He was clingy, would coax you to sleep while drawing lazy circles on your back and run his fingers through your hair.
Sometimes, you'd wake up in a cold bed, the warmth of his body gone. The first time it happened, you worried you did something wrong the night before.
But when you went downstairs, he was making you waffles and bacon, a cup of chilled Starbucks coffee waiting for you in the fridge.
It was the sweetest sight you'd ever laid your eyes on.
Rafe was also really clingy.
You were at a restaurant together, on the nice side of the island, of course, once your relationship had been made fully public (yes, including to Topper, to his dismay.)
"I'm gonna go use the bathroom, I'll be back." Rafe smiled at you and watched as you walked away, taking a sip of his champagne.
When you walked out of the bathroom, you nearly slammed into a tall man, profusely apologizing. But then you realized it was Rafe, and you playfully slapped his chest.
"God, you scared me!" You sighed out, clutching your heart. "People would actually faint if they knew how clingy you are, jeez." You walked back to the table, Rafe trailing behind you like a lost puppy. You sat back down, and he sat opposite to you.
"For the record, I am not clingy."
You raised your eyebrows at him. "You followed me to the bathroom in an extremely nice, high scale restaurant."
He shifted awkwardly in his seat. "You were taking too long."
You two had a lot of... run-ins with being caught by other people. Not because your relationship was a secret, but some moments were best kept private.
One of the worst happened at your house.
Rafe was in your bedroom while Topper was downstairs watching football with Kielce, which already should have been enough to make you nervous.
"Relax," Rafe murmured against your neck as he kissed you.
"Rafe, my brother is literally downstairs."
"And?" He asked while nipping at your earlobe.
"And if he walks up here and sees this, you die."
He grinned lazily, kissing your cheek. "Worth it."
"You are unbelievable, Rafe Cameron."
"No, you just look really pretty right now. Can ya blame a guy?"
"Yes, I can absolutely blame you, and very easily, in fact-"
Rafe kissed you, shutting you up, while Topper came and knocked at your door. "Yo, can you make that really good pastry it is you make? Whatever the fuck it is, me and Kelce are hungry." He yelled through the door. Thank God he didn't just burst in.
"Later, I'm.. busy." You said breathlessly while Rafe put his hand up your shirt, and you shot eyes of daggers at him, warning him to stop.
"What are you doing? I'm coming in." Rafe ran into the closet. Topper was fine with you guys dating, but sneaking around in Topper's own house? A fight would surely ensue. Rafe got in there just in time, the doorknob turning.
Topper walked in suspiciously, "Why do you look weird?"
"I always look weird."
Topper's eyes narrowed. Then from inside your closet, came a very loud thud. Your soul left your body.
“And that was…?”
You answered way too quickly, "Nothing."
Another pause. Then Rafe sneezed. Topper's face went slowly, horrifyingly blank.
"Oh my God." He covered his face as he looked at you, disgusted.
The closet door opened, and Rae Cameron looked deeply annoyed, a box of all your old letters had toppled over and scattered on your closet floor.
Topper stared at him.
Rafe stared back, then nodded once.
"...Hey man." He muttered, a shit eating grin on his face.
Topper lunged for him instantly.
By the end of the endless summer, Rafe had to learn to deal with being long distance-- not something he handled well. At all.
You had only been in California for six weeks before he started losing his damn mind.
"So there's like fuckin', shirtless surfer guys everywhere?" He asked on FaceTime one night.
You blinked. "Rafe. It's California."
The cross country distance was harder than either of you expected. Between your classes, his chaotic schedule, and the three hour time difference, you'd only FaceTime for thirty minutes, or every other day. But when you did, he secretly loved hearing about your classes, your new roommates, the library... every detail. It made him feel included in a life he couldn't physically be apart of.
Until one day, he flew to you, and surprised you at your favorite coffee shop that you were always at Friday mornings. Rafe was sitting there, pretending to be nonchalant, wearing sunglasses indoors, and a buzz cut.
"Rafe!" You yelled, and he stood up just in time for you to hug him, pummeling him back down to the booth he was at. You kissed him all over his face.
"I love the buzz cut." You whispered as you hugged him tight.
"Yeah?" He asked. "Yeah."
"You're supposed to like, be working! What are you doing here?!"
He shrugged casually, "Missed you and shi'. i guess."
"Oh shut up!" You kissed him.
"You flew across the country just for me?"
He looked at you thoughtfully. "Technically drove some of it."
"You're crazy."
"For you?" He shrugged. "Always."
When you saw him again a few months later during winter break, it was like seeing him for the first time all over again.
Winter break in Outer Banks always felt strange, though. The island quieted down when tourists disappeared, there were no more boat parties, and the ocean was gray under the cold December sky.
New Year's, however, was a different story. Especially with Rafe and your newfound friend group that combined pogues and kooks (every time Rafe complained you'd smack the back of his head and he would promptly shut up."
The party was loud and booming. Everyone was drunk. Sarah was on John B's lap, telling everyone how much she loved them. Topper was scoffing at her in disgust.
Rafe took your hand, leading you to a hidden place on the beach, away from the party. It was quiet and peaceful.
Just waves, wind, and him.
"You cold?" Rafe asked, as you sat down, a perfect view ahead of you to see fireworks.
"Nah."
"You're shivering."
"I'm committed to the aesthetic."
He laughed quietly, and pulled you into his grasp, both arms wrapping around your cold body.
"Last New Year's we weren't even together." You murmured against his chest, barely audible.
Rafe hummed, thinking about the comment. "Worst year of my life."
"You're dramatic." You rolled your eyes.
"You love it."
"I love you." You whispered and then fireworks exploded across the sky. Midnight. His hands framed your face like a starved him, and he kissed you, like he really really loved you. You knew it was hard for him to say it back, so you'd take the gesture instead.
"Happy New Years, baby." He said against your lips, and you nuzzled your face into the crook between his neck and shoulder.
"Happy New Years."
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A/N: hope you love this more fluffy not angsty and not plot twist-y store :)))
request? yes! (tagged in comments) warnings: brothers best friend, drug/alcohol mentions prompt: you are topper's little sister (only by a year), and you and rafe start dating.
You had known Rafe Cameron all your life.
Not in a dramatic, "He wronged me awfully!" kind of way but more like a, "he's blackout on the couch after a bonfire at the dock while your bothers burns food while high."
Your older brother, Topper Thornton, and Rafe were inseparable ever since you could remember. It was play dates when they were really young, and now it was Country club summers, parties on Figure-Eight, getting high and drinking copious amounts of alcohol.
Rafe never looked at you the way he looked at other girls. You were his best friend's younger sister, why would you? Even if you were only a year younger.
Not at first, anyway. You were just the bothersome girl who bothered them when all they wanted to do was play video games and look at lewd magazines. Until one summer, you weren't.
It started slowly, barely noticeable at first.
You had been going to university in California, and came back for the summer with sunkissed skin, and confidence that you never seemed to be able to muster during high school. The first time he noticed this was the annual Cameron Fourth of July party.
You were standing barefoot by the pool, chit chatting with Sarah, laughter erupting at whatever she had just said. A red solo cup filled to the brim with soda was dangling from your fingertips, your threaded bracelet sticking to the condensation around the cup.
Rafe looked up from his phone for have a second.
Then did a double take, and looked again.
He was confused how the girl who used to beg Topper and Rafe to play one game on the Xbox with them, had become so... alluring?
"Dude," Topper mustered beside Rafe, elbowing him in the side. "Don't even think about it."
Rafe blinked blankly. "What?"
"I know that look, dude."
"There is no look."
Topper stared at him flatly, eyes ablaze. "That's my sister. My younger sister."
Rafe scoffed and leaned back in his chair. "Relax, bro, I'd never."
But oh, he did...
His words when out the window when you sat beside him later that night on the dock. Your knee brushed against his, and you stole his hoodie, because you were cold. It didn't take any convincing at all on your part.
You looked up at him with that teasing smile, "You've gotten nicer."
Rafe smirked in response before speaking, "You've gotten meaner."
"Yeah? Maybe I had to."
He furrowed his eyebrows for a second.
"Why?"
"So you'd finally notice me." That shut him up. Which almost never happened. The air between the two of you was thick with tension, and it would never be the same. Both of you were standing too close to something too dangerous.
See, the problem with Rafe Cameron was that if he wanted something, he'd get it. And now? You were the object of his affections. He started showing up everywhere, obsessively almost. When you worked shifts at the country club for extra money when your parents denied an allowance to buy a new purse. At bonfires. At your house, claiming he came to see Topper, even when Topper wasn't home. Topper, of course, noticed it right away.
"You're being weird," Topper remarked, putting a glass away as Rafe sat in the kitchen eating cereal, listening to you rant about your awful college roommates.
Rafe barely gave him a glance. "I'm just sitting here."
"You hate cereal."
You snorted into your drink, failing to stifle the laugh.
Rafe gave you a look. Topper, unfailingly, noticed this as well.
"No," Topper groaned.
Rafe leaned back, letting his spoon fall in the bowl. "No... what?"
"No whatever this is."
You rolled your eyes, "Oh my God, Topper, I'm sitting right here."
That was the beginning of Rafe pushing back at Topper, and Topper just taking it. What else was he going to do? You were 19, and little sister would be too much of a girlish term to describe you.
The first time anything actually happened between you and Rafe, though, was at a beach bonfire-- your favorite. You walked away to the desolate dock, too annoyed and upset over drunk kook boys who were being overly obnoxious. Rafe followed you, his tall figure looming like an ominous shadow behind you.
"You scared me!" You yelped, jumping.
He grabbed your hip, laughing, "Don't you like that?" He asked, maybe more seductively than he intended to.
You looked away, biting your lip, before looking back at Rafe with a neutral but teetering on worried expression. "This is a bad idea. Topper wold actually kill me."
"Yeah?" You felt his breath against your lips as you subconsciously leaned into his touch, into his warmth.
"Rafe. Really. He would and then-" Rafe cut you off by kissing you, releasing months of tension and stolen glances. For a second, nothing else existed.
"This can't happen again." You said abruptly, as you pulled away.
Rafe cleared his throat. "No, definitely not."
"Topper would lose his effing mind. Like blow up my room and scorch my purses..."
"Absolutely. I agree."
A beat, and laughter.
Then Rafe kissed you again.
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A/N: short and sweet, hope you love it! Pls tell me if u guys want any other fandoms, I wanna explore more not just obx!
request? sorta! (tagged in comments) warnings: forbidden romance, arguing, fluff (sorry, last part.). prompt: you told rafe that he was also just a bet, and now you're both confused.
For a second, neither of you moved. You looked blankly at each other.
Rafe looked at you as if he misheard you. Part of you hoped that he did.
His eyebrows furrowed tightly, jaw flexing, and his chest rising and falling so fast you thought that he might punch a wall.
“You what?”
Your stomach twisted violently, and you thought that you might throw up right then and there. “Rafe, I can explain-”
“No, hold on.” He stood up, dragging his hand through his hair, frustration radiating from his body in waves. “You were with me because of a bet?” He laughed but it was dry, and it definitely wasn’t because the situation was funny. “Are you being deadass?”
“You made a bet on me!”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, it wasn’t real!” He groaned, barring his teeth at you. “And, you wouldn’t know this, because you’re too fucking unaware of all the guys around you, but I was trying to protect you! So it is different!”
You scoffed and looked around the room incredulously. You stood up, your chest out proud, like you were trying to put a defensive barrier around yourself. “How is that different?” You shot back. “You humiliated me in front of everyone! At least no one ever knew about the bet! It was just me and Kie!”
“I didn’t mean to humiliate you. I only said it because I knew that you heard us talking!”
“Oh okay, great. So first it was that you wanted to protect me, right? Now you are saying that it was because I heard you guys talking, which by the way, does not explain your disgusting behavior at all. But you need to pick one Rafe, you are literally contradicting yourself.” You were getting even more upset. Sure, you were the one who made an actual bet, but he couldn’t even tell you the reason that he made a fake one!
He looked like he wanted to explode, and you thought that he might. You took a step back, an anticipatory one.
“Fuck it,” He took a deep breath. “I thought if you hated me, then you would stop getting dragged into all my bullshit.”
You reared your head back, shaking it. Then you just stood for a second, blinking at him.
You were not expecting that.
Rafe looked away immediately after he told you, like he regretted letting the truth slip. Throughout your relationship, he had struggled to be truthful and sensitive. He thought it made him weak. You thought it made him human.
The room went quiet except for the sound of his ceiling fan clicking overhead.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You told him softly, gently, as you let your hand comfortingly rest against his bicep.
He laughed bitterly under his breath, shrugging your hand off from him in an attempt at gaining back his manly persona. “Jesus Christ, Y/N. You really don’t get it?” He asked you as if you were stupid. “Everything I touch gets fucked up. Y’know, Sarah only talks to me because of you. She hates me half of the time. Ward barely even sees me unless I screw up something, meaning never, because I fucking screw everything up. And every single person on this island thinks that I’m clinically insane, which I’m about to start fucking being if shit doesn’t start working in my favor.”
You didn’t really know what he needed working in his favor, but your anger faltered instantly.
“So yeah,” he continued, a little less maniac than he was minutes prior, “I made up the bet because I figured you would see what everyone else saw and it would make you walking away easier.”
The confession settled over the room like dark, misty fog.
“That doesn’t explain why you would never take me out in public.” You added. You weren’t trying to make things worse, but you also wanted to get to the bottom of it, before you gave him a second chance.
“Because if people on this island saw you, it would make us official, and if I just blew you off, we’d both have some crazy fuckin’ reputation. Fuck, don’t you see it?”
“Rafe, don’t be rude.” You sat back down on the bed, taking everything in.
You looked down at your hands. Suddenly, your own secret felt a lot uglier than before.
“The bet with Kie wasn’t really supposed to happen. I mean, it wasn’t a joke, like it was a real bet, and I won money, but it was stupid,” you admitted. “At first it was like just funny, y’know? She thought it would be funny if I flirted with you because like, why would you get with a pogue? You literally think we’re the scum of the earth, shouldn’t even be sharing the island with you.”
Your throat tightened.
“But then you did.”
Rafe’s eyes flickered toward you again.
“And then I did, too.” you whispered.
His expression softened, something less than hatred evident now. You were emotionally exhausted already.
“It was supposed to stop after like… a week. But then I remembered how you made me feel when we were younger, and when I actually did have a big fat crush on you. And then you drove me home for the first time. You were always looking at me from the corner of a party, even if you thought I didn’t notice.” You laughed weakly. “That all sounds kinda ridiculous, considering who you are. But that’s what I knew about you, that everyone else doesn’t. And then I guess I started exploring you for myself, and didn’t just listen to Sarah, or everyone on the island, and took our annoying interactions for face value.”
“I’m an asshole.” He muttered.
“Yeah.” You agreed.
“But you liked me in the way no one else wanted to.”
“Liked? Rafe I loved, no, I do love you.”
His eyebrows furrowed and then he asked quietly, like he was afraid to, “Really?”
“Unfortunately.” You leaned back on your palm, your head tilting to the side.
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth but then it fell, and his face became serious. The terrifying question came up. “Sooo… what now?” He asked awkwardly. You had never seen him so unsure of himself.
“I’m still angry at you. And sometimes you scare me, Rafe.”
“I know.” The honesty visibly hurt him.
“And you tell me really mean things when you’re upset.”
“I know.”
“And drugs don’t magically excuse everything.”
“I know.”
You looked up at him finally, making eye contact. “But I’m also not a good guy. I wasn’t honest either. I kept acting like I was better than you because you lied, when I literally built this relationship on one too.”
He nodded, but sat down and started laughing. A real life.
“This is so fucked up.”
You started laughing too, “We’re literally sitting here confessing mutual psychological warfare.”
The tension finally cracked, and both of you could breathe again.
“You know what the worst part is?” Rafe asked, leaning against his headboard, looking down at you. You tilted your head.
“I still want you here.”
You slid against the headboard beside him, your shoulders ghosting against each other. “Maybe we could stop trying to destroy each other for like five minutes.”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.” You rested your shoulder against his head, closing your eyes. “Maybe you can take me out to dinner.” You whispered.
He shrugged. “Nah, we’re not at that level yet.”
You snapped your head up and opened your eyes, your hand threatening to slap him. “I’m kidding!” He yelled, his hands thrown up in defense. And you laughed, still slapping him lightly on his chest. “Rafe Cameron, if you make a joke like that again, I will personally disrupt all world peace.”
“Ma’am, yes, ma’am.” He said seriously, fake saluting you as he leaned in for a kiss.
“You know, Sarah’s never gonna let us live this down.” You muttered against his lips.
He groaned, throwing his head back. “Oh fuck me, she’s going to act like she singlehandedly solved world fuckin’ peace.” Your laugh rang throughout the room, and the house, lighting up a spark of a relationship that was threatening to blow empty just days ago.
Once Rafe sat you down at a candlelight restaurant, all was right in the world again. You missed him, but he missed you more. Even though he shot down your half-joke idea of a blood oath, he swore he’d never put you through emotional turmoil like that again.
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A/N: finally the end! a bit longer this time, but hope you guys liked this series, and more fanfics will be coming soon ;) dont be afraid to send anything to my inbox telling me what you wanna see!
request? sorta! (tagged in comments) warnings: forbidden romance, arguing, drugs, deception/lying. prompt: sarah convinces you to have a conversation with rafe. it doesn't go the way either of you expected.
The confrontation at the dock didn’t end well. JJ hated Rafe even more than he had before. Rafe was furious, and embarrassed – emotions that drugs could usually get out of his head. But now, nothing could stop the thought of you from running through his mind. Nothing.
For you, though, it was like you moved on completely. Almost too fast.
Sarah was rummaging through your room, helping you clean it to settle your anxiety over the messy room, and occasionally purge it from Rafe’s belongings that you two missed in the first run through.
She found a wad of assorted bills, adding up to around $100, stashed into a corner of your night stand.
“Hey, what’s this?” Sarah asked you suspiciously.
You looked at the crash and froze, for a split second. “Um, it was from an odd job I did.” You nervously laughed. “Just, you know, mowing lawns and babysitting and stuff.”
“Low amount for that much work.”
“Yeah, I guess kooks have gotten stingier with their money…” You sounded oddly… off.
She shrugged, surrendering her questioning, and handing you money to put in your wallet so it wouldn’t get lost or torn up in the clean. You gladly took it from her and sorted the bills out before putting it away. Sarah wasn’t suspicious because of your answer, but she did think the way you responded, and the way you froze was weird. It was just $100, she only thought it was off-putting because it was stashed away in such a hurry.
The rest of the day was a bit of a blur. It was a lot of cleaning, and you decided your OCD would best be settled if your room had almost no decor within it. It was rather extreme, but so was your room anxiety, so you deemed it fitting. Once you were satisfied, you two flopped onto the bed, and you put your head on Sarah’s shoulder while you watched her phone from the side.
“You know, instead of sharing my social media with me, you should just go talk to Rafe.”
You rolled your eyes and turned on your side away from her.
“What? It would be much more productive!” She countered, as she turned her phone off and left it to flop somewhere beside her. She shook your shoulders, “Please. For me.”
“He dug his grave, now he has to lie in it. It is absolutely not on me to talk to him.”
“Y/N. I have never seen him this depressed. If that isn’t a man in love, I don’t know what is. I think, even if you don’t decide to take him back, it could be a really productive conversation. You could both be really honest with each other, y’know?”
You groaned and ran your hands down your face as you restlessly wiggled in bed. “Ugh. You’re right. But I don’t want you to be.”
“He’s at the house right now. I think. Maybe you can catch him before he leaves. I’ll wait here for you.” Sarah offered a comforting gesture by stroking your arm with her hand. “It’ll be great.”
As you pulled into their driveway in your beat up van, you knew it wouldn’t be great. You had a major lie sitting on your chest like an elephant, weighing more than just your shoulders down. Would it be worth it to tell him? Would he take it like a champ or would it put him into more episodes than he was in already? If only the answers could be revealed to you. Bad Idea, the song, started playing from your aux, and you ripped the cord out of your phone immediately. “Oh shut up.” You whispered to yourself before exiting the car.
You didn’t say Ward or Rose’s car in the driveway, so you let yourself in. You walked upstairs silently, taking a few deep breaths before turning down the hallway to go to Rafe’s room. The door was beat up and scratched, a testament to his… tendencies. You looked up to the sky, in a silent prayer, that your conscience wouldn’t eat you up during this conversation. Gently, you let your knuckles hit against the door, knocking quieter than you intended to. You were about to knock again, but your hand stopped mid air as Rafe opened the door.
“Uh, Sarah suggested we talk.” You said, looking at the ground, down at your shoes.
“Did she? About what?”
You sighed deeply, and looked up at him. “Okay, if you are going to be an asshole about it-”
He cut you off before you could finish, and opened his door wider. “Fine, sorry. Come in.” The apology was barely audible.
Once you were seated comfortably on the bed, you put your phone down on his night stand, and tucked your knees under your chin.
“I don’t think we’ve been fully honest with each other. The foundation of our relationship wasn’t built on solid ground. If that makes sense.” You said quietly, realizing that if you didn’t say the truth now, that foundation would crumble more than it already had.
“No, we haven’t.” He agreed, pacing around the room, which only made you more anxious.
“Rafe, please sit down, you are making me nervous.”
He rubbed his cheek roughly with the palm of his hand, and then sat down next to you on the bed, putting ample distance between you two.
“I don’t think our relationship was based completely on lies. I think the feelings were there. Everytime I kiss you, or you let me cuddle you, I feel it. It wasn’t meaningless. Was it, or is it, um, like that for you, Rafe?” You didn’t know if you wanted his answer to be yes or no. If it was yes, it meant he really loved you. If it was a no, it meant that your confession would be significantly easier and feel like a weight off your shoulders instead of an added ton.
He sucked his teeth and looked around. It was hard for him to be vulnerable. But for this conversation, he had to be. “Yes. It was.” He barely had emotion in his voice.
You nodded. Fuck.
“I think I have an idea. I’ll count to one, and then you say what you weren’t truthful about, and I’ll do the same. Does that work?”
Rafe shrugged and stuck out his bottom lip. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Okay…” you took in a deep breath. “3…2…1!”
“The bet wasn’t real, I made it up in public because I knew you were listening!” He said.
“I was only with you because of a bet I made with Kie!” You blurted out.
“Wait, what?” You both questioned, hearts ramming out of your chests.
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A/N: ouu shii, poor rafe... so much angst!!! Thoughts on the plot twist??? ;)
request? sorta! (tagged in comments) warnings: forbidden romance, yelling/arguing, drinking, drugs, controlling tendencies prompt: you and rafe have been sneaking around, despite you being a pogue. you heard him say horrific things about you, and you decided it was time to break it off. he didn't take this lightly.
Until now, Rafe had been so sure he was the one in control of the relationship. You were determined to show him that that wasn’t true, not anymore. The second you heard his comments and “jokes,” he lost his grasp over the narrative. You would never let anyone put you down like that, especially not Rafe.
After you left the restaurant, you completely ghosted the older Cameron. There were no texts, no interactions, nothing even as much as a glance in his direction. Rafe was confused, at first. But as memories came back from that drunken night, he realized he royally screwed up. There was no way of getting ahold of you either, because you blocked him.
He only came to realize that after 10 calls and several text messages, none of which went through.
A full week passed, and that meant he had lost the bet he foolishly placed. Word starts to spread around Figure Eight that you had rejected him. This, as everyone guessed, had bruised his ego so badly, he began to double down on it in public. Privately, he’s unraveling.
Once Sarah had heard the rumors, she finally pieced together Rafe’s especially sour mood, and linked it to you. She was upset at you for not telling her, but she was significantly more furious that Rafe had humiliated and hurt someone that she loved dearly. This, naturally, ended up in a screaming match at Tannyhill.
“You fucking asshole! Why would you even say that about her?” Sarah yelled, slapping her brother’s arm.
“I was drunk!” He yelled back, stepping closer to her.
“Drunk words are sober thoughts! Have you never heard of that before? Or are you too coked up to realize? Huh?” Sarah’s face was red with anger.
Rafe was breathing in and out, deeply. He stared at her, his jaw clenched imaginably tight. He felt the urge to start a physical altercation, but he’d grown better than that. Only because of you. He learned to walk away from things when they became this bad. Fortunately for Sarah, he chose to heed this advice now as well.
AN HOUR LATER…
Your head was rested against Sarah’s shoulder, sobbing.
“I’m so sorry for not telling you. It was just fun at first, and then all of this happened. God! I’m so sorry, Sarah.”
She shushed you, her hands calmly raking through your hair. “It’s okay. I would appreciate it if you didn’t do that again, but this doesn’t excuse what he did.” Sarah had started reevaluating what her brother really was. He’d been violent, physically and emotionally, in the past, but never to anyone he’d been dating. Not that she was aware of.
“Listen,” Sarah started and you looked up at her. “Give me any of the clothes or things that belong to him, I’ll put it on his bed and you can forget about it at all. And then, tonight, we can go to that bonfire. I know you’ve been wanting to go to one. Does that sound good?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Thanks, Sarah.”
Then your laughter started bubbling up, while snot still dripped from your nose.
“You just want to see John B, don’t you?”
She playfully smacked your arm and started blushing, but both of you collapsed with laughter on your bed.
THAT NIGHT…
Rafe was running late to the beach bash he was invited to. He was too busy fuming over all the clothes dumped on his bed. He knew you and Sarah had been conspiring, and all he could do was pray you weren’t at the party. If he saw you, he didn’t think he’d be able to control himself. He wasn’t sure if he’d yell or drunkenly kiss you, but either way, it wasn’t good looks.
Once he got there, he hadn’t spotted you. But you had spotted him, and turned your back to his direction, in hopes that you wouldn’t have to interact with him. You, with Sarah, were standing with JJ, John B, Pope, and Kie, all with red solo cups in your hand. You laughed hard, a little too hard, at a joke that JJ made, and your hand gently brushed against his arm.
Kie and Sarah eyed each other. You’d notice their eyes, but not another set who was on you. Rafe Cameron was watching you over his own solo cup, his entire body tightening at the way you laughed. You had never laughed that hard at his jokes, or his anything. He downed the rest of his cup in one go before taking a joint from Kelce. He’d be damned if you and JJ fucking Maybank ever ended up together.
After a long night of drinking, you separated from the group, needing a moment to clear your head from all the thoughts the alcohol was bringing up.
You sat down at the end of a nearby wooden dock, your feet being tickled by the backsplash of the ocean waves, and your ears turning red from the nighttime chill. The solitude was so peaceful. For the first time in a week, everything was quiet, even your brain. You’d never felt so relaxed. The black night enveloped you, and the stars shone so bright, you could’ve sworn that they were sending you a sign.
That is until Rafe’s heavy footsteps sounded behind you, his expensive sneakers almost audible. He cleared his throat, and you snapped your head back to face him, letting out an audible sigh. “Not tonight, Rafe, really-”
He cut you off. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
You laughed, feeling crazy. “Yeah? When I was supposed to find out?”
He shook his head. “It was a joke. I mean, c’mon, you think I would seriously say that shit about you?” He looked insane. He gestured with his hands, alcohol spilling out of his cup.
You poked your lower lip with your tongue and nodded, looking to the side. You swallowed her, looking back at them. “You let them laugh at me just so they wouldn’t laugh at you.”
He groaned, throwing his head back. “Babe, don’t do that.” He tried reaching out to you.
You smacked his hand and quickly walked past him. “Don’t fucking ‘babe’ me. We are nothing, Cameron. I don’t know who you thought I was, but I won’t stand for being treated like shit.” You started toward familiar figures, at the start of the dock. JJ and Kie. Rafe looked genuinely upset, you’d never seen him like that.
“Looks like the kook finally lost something he couldn’t buy back.” JJ sneered as Kie put a gentle arm around your shoulders.
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A/N: okay so this was not lovey at all like I thought I was going to make it! Sorry guys, I love angst :(. Anyways, part 3??? What are our thoughts???
warnings: bullying, harassment, arguments, swearing, smoking prompt: billy, inadvertently apologized for what happened. actions speak louder than words, and you guys reconcile.
You stared at the wallet on your nightstand, the brown leather wallet that you didn’t want in your room. You weren’t even sure how you would go about returning it. The most awkward, but logical decision would be to show up at his house. Just, “Hey! Here’s your wallet . . . okay, bye!” Or at least that’s how you thought it would go, as unrealistic as it seemed.
Your thoughts were disproven as you lightly tapped your knuckles against his bedroom window. Billy was definitely home, his Camaro was parked outside, parallel parked against the curb nearest to his driveway. His face showed at his window, not showing any curiosity in the slightest—he knew why you had shown up. He gently lifted the window, enough for you to comfortably get in.
Without his help, you lifted one leg into the room and ducked your head down, making your way completely inside. Your eyes peered around at the posters, the lengthy mirror, the meticulously placed ash trays… “You buy yourself the cokes?” He picked out a cigarette from the pack of Marlboro reds that was near his ashtray; Billy lit it, letting the smoke flow whichever way the draft from the open window blew it.
“Yeah, you’re out of a few bucks,” you dug your hand into your pant pocket, holding out the wallet intentionally. He got the memo, shrugging as he took his belonging back. “I dropped it for a reason,” There was a pause between the conversation, until you spoke up.
“Why?” You questioned, your hand rubbing your opposite arm awkwardly. “Why what?” Billy asked stupidly, with a scoff. “What do you mean ‘why what?’ Why did you drop the wallet?” His eyes looked straight at you, “Don’t get snappy, I didn’t have to be nice,” Billy’s attitude could change and did change, a whole atmosphere.
You shook your head, “God forbid Billy Hargrove is ever actually nice to a girl, right?” He stared at you, but he didn’t seem upset you had spoken up, like he usually would be. “I think you had enough embarrassment,” Recalling last night, you had more than enough embarrassment. “But you didn’t say anything. You just let them laugh at me,” you shifted your gaze to the ground, feeling a wave of gloominess wash over you.
“You always let them laugh at me.”
He slowly put the cigarette out in the ashtray, smearing the tip of it against the glass before dropping it. “I can’t control them, y/n” He stopped closer and sighed, heavily. “You could’ve told them to stop, Billy. But they always just- just continue and I am never not the pariah of the school. Which is weird, because if I’m your friend that should technically mean I’m on the same social hierarchy level bullshit that you’re at, but I’m not.” Your gaze was no longer at the floor but staring up at him.
“I’m not a part of that social hierarchy bullshit.” “Yes, you are! People like you just get to treat girls like they’re some conquest. Like, like that girl from last night. Only people who are high enough on our school’s hierarchy can do that.”
“You weren’t a conquest.” “Yeah, that’s because I was just your friend.” You really didn’t want to argue anymore, but you didn’t have it in you to leave yet either. His famous smile was on his face, but it looked like a smile that reeked of a ‘here we go again,’ vibe. “No, no you weren’t.”
“What?” Your voice didn’t miss a beat as you asked. You weren’t sure you heard correctly. “You think I’d leave my wallet for some random slut?” “I don’t know! Maybe?” You said, incredulously.
“Why are you being like this? We’re fine, and then we’re not, all because I asked about your bruises, and now you’re telling me we weren’t just friends?” You exploded, and you didn’t mean to, but all the signals were so confusing. One day it was one thing, and the next it was another.
You felt hands grasp your face and bring you close, soon feeling lips press against yours. You welcomed it, and kissed back, feeling a smile creep up onto your face. He tasted heavily of smoke, but it wasn’t too unpleasant. Billy pulled his face away, an almost bored expression. “Clear enough?” You nodded, letting the smile on your face fade, trying not to be overly excited.
“I’ll tell you what I want to tell you about when I want to. Got it, doll?” “Yes, yeah, I understand,” You confirmed, before continuing. “I’m sorry about that. I just felt like I might’ve been annoying you with how much I rant.”
Billy didn’t acknowledge you. Instead, he lit his second cigarette within your time of being here. “Okay, um, I think I’m gonna go.” “Why?” He spoke right after you, giving himself no time to think as he asked the question. “I didn’t plan to stay. Just came to give you your wallet,” A long pause of silence followed in suit of your statement.
A much more joyful mood occupied the room within seconds.
“Is this your way of asking me to stay, Billy Hargrove?” You gasped, a smile quickly flashing onto your face. “Oh my god. Billy Hargrove wants me to stay in his room,” Your hands landed over your heart, playing into the “disbelief” again. “A girls dream come true, I mean really-,” Plucking the cigarette out from his mouth and holding it in his hand near his side, his lips met with yours again. But it was to shut you up this time, it was evident.
Your laugh rang through the room while you pulled away, “Well I guess I’ll just have to stay now,”
Your face became just slightly more serious, “But if I’m one of your conquests-“ “You’re not!” He responded back quickly, his voice louder, and if you weren’t looking at him, you’d still be able to tell he had a smile on his face.
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A/N: Last part! Hope you guys liked how it ended, and thank you, as always, for sticking around and reading. <3
warnings: bullying, harassment, arguments, swearing, slight depression prompt: you noticed billy's bruises, and since then he's been distant. now you are getting tormented by his "friends."
Billy and you generally had small fights, nothing that was unusual between close friends. One time you had argued about which Metallica song was better. You personally enjoyed, ‘For Whom the Bells Toll,’ but Billy of course refuted you, and stated, “There’s better,” with a careless shrug.
The difference between your most recent argument, though, was that you two had stopped talking. Completely. It wasn’t just the silent treatment; it was complete and utter avoidance. You had changed your path in the halls just to avoid him. Instead of passing by Mrs. Campbell’s room to get to history, which was the quicker route, you opted to pass by your freshman year math teacher’s room. Often times you were late to class, but it meant less times you had to see Billy in school, the boy who absolutely hurt your heart.
It hurt to just hear his name and then the time came to actually see him with a new girl. Sure, he said he could find someone else, but to be public with his newest toy was a new behavior. It was different with you, you hoped. You weren’t his toy, it’s not like you’ve ever gone farther than getting just slightly too close to him.
He could have whoever he wanted, but this wasn’t because he wanted her. You didn’t mean to have thoughts with such bad intent, but there was no way this wasn’t revenge. When Billy said he’d find someone else, it wasn’t a threat, or a plain statement, it was an unspoken promise. You hated to feel like this was about you, but it’s not like he wasn’t known for his revenge mindset.
Your mood steadily decreased as days passed. It started with lunch time with your friend, Pamela, becoming quieter, due to your lack of talking, and then lunch time with your friend stopped; every time you ate, his words rang in your head, “And do you think I wanted to know if you’re eating better either?” It was so stupid, to let Billy’s words affect you in such a manner. But it felt like your accomplishments, especially in recovery were all in vain. You had no one report it to, and sometimes it felt easier to slip back into a time where you weren’t doing well at all. Lunch became unimportant.
Pamela was always there, your Pammy, the girl who didn’t leave your side even through your utter dependence on Billy Hargrove. But there were some things you knew she was too sensitive or fresh to, to engage in a conversation about—like eating. Pammy was there anyways, to sympathize with you, and coddle you even if it meant you weren’t exactly able to rant. That’s why it irked you so much when Billy would confuse her name to be ‘Tammy,’ she was so important to you, and the least he could do was get her name right.
“Her name is Pammy, Billy, and you get to call her Pamela,” You had said once with a half joking tone, and partially serious one. “Yeah, whatever, Pammy, Tammy… same shit.”
He wasn’t good for you, you knew that, but you wanted him so, so bad. To distract you, Pammy tried her best to get you to come to the drive-in with her.
“You have to come. It’ll be fun,” she said with a cheerful voice. “Like old times, right? Pleaseeeee!” She pleaded with you.
It was by far one of your favorite activities, and she just made it so much better. It was one of those activities that you always left with core memories—like the one-time Pamela spilled a coke all over her mom’s Chevrolet, and that same night sat on an open pack of M&M’s; not only were her white pants stained, but so was the driver’s seat.
The drive in wasn’t as popular as it once was, but the movie that was revolutionary toward the horror industry would be playing. The Exorcist was a fan favorite, and Pammy didn’t have to do much more convincing, even though she thought she would have to, to get you to go.
“Okay, I’ll go. You know, I remember when it came out, I wasn’t allowed to watch it,” Pammy was quick to cut you off before you could have any further thoughts about the decision, “Right, butttt, there’s no excuses now. It’s just gonna be you, me and our drive-in snacks. No Billy, and
no reason to not watch it. It’s so iconic-” You took your turn to cut her off. “Pammy, you don’t have to convince me anymore. I’ll go…. If you promise to hold my hand on the scary actual exorcism parts, or whatever,” “Promise,” She spoke sweetly and held out a pinky as you intertwined them, sealing the promise.
You weren’t exactly a horror fanatic, and you had chickened out of watching the movie for so long. It wasn’t like you were facing your fear of the supernatural exactly, but it was a good step to stop avoiding all things horror. Plus, you needed the distraction.
But the plan didn’t roll out perfectly smoothly. The fear you would be facing wasn’t of the other world, it was the fear of seeing Billy. You had volunteered to go buy the cokes and candy for you two. The coke and M&M incident had led to those two food items to become staple snacks for anytime you two watched a movie.
Your eyes glanced around the lot, at the couples kissing, and at girls cuddled up to guys in their boyfriends’ pick-up trucks. A singular car stood out, the blue Camaro that would only ever be associated with Billy. It managed to be the best car in Hawkins. But when your eyes carefully examined the Camaro from a distance, you only saw a girl in the passenger’s seat. Meaning Billy was definitely here. With a girl. And the empty driver’s seat also meant he was out and about, somewhere in the lot.
The thoughts lingered away, only briefly, as you smiled at the snack bar worker, carefully handling the two cans of coke and packets of M&M’s. You bump into someone, despite your efforts to be careful with the snacks. You look up at the person, immediately apologizing, but it’s Billy, the very person you had been avoiding for the past week or so.
The coke cans spilled on the floor and fizzled as the liquid seeped into the ground. It wasn’t long before Billy’s “friends” had caught up to him and saw the sight. You knew the humiliation would come soon as you slowly knelt, to your knees, to pick up the cans. Before you could
make a quick exit with an excuse of having to find a trash can, Tommy H spoke up, “First time I’ve ever seen her on her knees.” You took a big gulp, swallowing some of your embarrassment as the group of populars laughed, including Billy. “Probably one of the only times you will,” Carol chimed in with her all too prissy attitude. “Wish we could get a picture.” She continued. The few seconds you were confused didn’t last long as you felt a cold liquid meet with your hair and roll down onto your body.
You felt beyond humiliated, for a split second you looked up with Billy through wet lashes, his grin just as big as everyone else’s. His laugh melded in with the others while others turned to look at the sight. Luckily, their presence didn’t linger for long, like people’s eyes did.
Only you, however, saw Billy dig into his pocket and drop his wallet onto the floor, eyes never looking back at yours.
Your eyebrows furrowed, picking it up, was this an accident? “The hell?” You whisper to yourself. It was definitely purposeful; he wouldn’t have left his wallet anywhere and was always really careful with his personal items. You hoped that maybe he had done it to show a gentle side to the humiliation you just endured, to at least get you and Pammy another two cokes.
Either way, this wallet signified another interaction you weren’t looking forward to.
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A/N: Hope you guys liked part two, and thank you for reading... part 3 out soon!
warnings: bruises, physical abuse, degrading, mentions of cheating, arguing, swearing prompt: readers notices bruises on billy and he immediately grows distant.
Billy Hargrove wasn’t the type of person to show emotion, not unless he wanted to show how smug, or degrading, he could be. He didn’t keep his circle big by any means, but it wasn’t small either; it was just non-existent. Billy didn’t let people into his life, Billy let people believe he let them into his life. Tommy H and Carol were exactly the type of people he wanted around for personal gain and sometimes you wondered if you were any different than them in Billy’s eyes. You didn’t really know what you two were. It’s not like Billy would ever give a label to you two anyways. Whether it meant being friends or a couple.
He just knew so much about your personal life, and you felt like a fool for allowing yourself to be so close to him without him reciprocating it. It’s like he couldn’t grasp how you felt sometimes. Why did he allow and feel okay with you being vulnerable but beat himself up over letting a sliver of his feelings slip? What if you were one of those people that were led to believe was in his life, but really wasn’t? Usually, you tried to reaffirm yourself that he wouldn’t let you rant to him or keep you around if he didn’t feel something nice toward you.
Sometimes it felt like you were close when he trusted you enough to come to you, through your window, with a bruise on face, and probably several you couldn’t see. You didn’t know how he got them, but he had them so often. You wish he would reach out more or at least tried to confide in you like you confided in him.
But Billy wouldn’t. He stayed distant, no matter how close you were, it just felt like every step you took toward him, he took ten back. He couldn’t bring himself to let you know how he felt, and it bothered you in a way you couldn’t express with words. It felt selfish. But you didn’t want to force him to tell you anything or forcefully become ‘his person.’
As much as you felt distant from Billy, or how much you doubted what he felt toward you, you wanted to be there for him. It didn’t take long for it to become an argument after you told him how you felt about his distance.
“Billy?” Your voice came out softly, if he paid close attention to your voice, he could catch the anxiety in it. He acknowledged you by turning his head to your figure lying on the bed. He was sitting by your window, letting smoke from his cigarette pass out into the cool night since you were adamant about no smoking in your room. “Why won’t you tell me why you always
have bruises?” It was quickly said, and so were Billy’s movements: throwing the cigarette out the window and standing up.
“I don’t mean to be so personal, I just- I get to talk to you but it’s like you never want to talk back. I want to know how you feel.” Your voice went timid again as you gauged the expression of the boy who stood in front of you. You moved to sit up, lying down made you feel even smaller.
“What are you talking about? This isn’t a two-way street doll,” He stepped closer. “And besides, you know I get into fights, don’t you? Why don’t you put that head of yours to use?” His head quirked slightly to the side with a smirk, it was so degrading, you just wanted to shrink
into yourself already. This was the side of him you didn’t like. “That was a question.” You stared before you found yourself opening your mouth. “I just thought it might’ve been more serious than a few fights,”
Billy didn’t answer. “It’s not your place to think about that. Was this what you were so mad about the other night?” He glanced at the window. “You and your fucking window aren’t as open as I thought. You just want me to tell you all about my feelings huh? Don’t you, y/n?” He got closer with every word. Things got heated so quickly, it could’ve been a yes-no, simple conversation but it wasn’t. Billy never let things be simple.
“What do you want it for? So you can go tell fucking Tammy or whatever her fucking name is some shit about me? Is that what this is all for y/n?” Tears were slowly forming, and you kept trying to look away and keep the tears in, a technique you were familiar with. But clearly not perfect at when a tear fell. But he swiped it so quickly with his thumb, he was that close to you.
“No, Billy, it’s just not fair that you get to know all about me, and I know nothing about you!” Your voice was sad, choked up almost, but angry at the same time. “I didn’t fucking ask to hear about all your mommy issues. And do you think I wanted to know if you’re eating better either?
No!” Billy yelled in your face, and you froze, and in seconds, the tears you were holding back rolled down your cheeks. It felt like your heart physically broke, and you couldn’t move, but you desperately wanted to sob.
Billy’s grin wasn’t as big anymore, but it was still there and that, that hurt you most. That he could smile while he basically just told you that you were nothing to him. You got up and pushed him aside with a flat palm on his chest. “Please leave,” you said gently, in comparison to the harsh movement from seconds ago.
He turned to leave through the window, like he always did. “I don’t want to see you again. And this window won’t be open for you anymore.” You stated, a deep breath leaving your lungs. With eyebrows furrowed, you nodded your head like you were convincing yourself that this would all be some nightmare. He shrugged. “I can find someone else, doll.” Billy just left. But his presence, his words, the tension, it all stayed.
That was all it took, a five-minute conversation to completely shatter you.
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A/N: Hi guys! Hope you liked it. I had this posted on my old tumblr account which I deleted for personal reasons, but thought you guys might wanna read it again. It seemed to be popular before. Thank you again for reading!
request? yes! (tagged in comments) warnings: forbidden romance, mentions of cheating, degrading, swearing prompt: you are sarah's childhood bestfriend, but a romance has sparked with rafe that you have to keep quiet.
The day was bright and early, and you were on a fishing boat with Sarah, at her insistence. “I want a day of pogue life with you,” she pouted. You didn’t think she really ever understood what it meant to be a pogue, to not have the luxury of living that kooks did. But if she didn’t get it, Rafe really couldn’t get it. “He can’t even comprehend the thought of a pogue.” You remember JJ telling you one night after they got into an altercation.
Despite all of that, and everything you heard from Sarah, it was difficult not to feel a certain way toward him.
You handed Sarah a fishing rod as you idly organized the boat, and she paid attention to the tide. You missed when you were young kids, and you couldn’t really feel the kook vs. pogue mentality. When Rafe wasn’t into drugs and drinking, but when he was gentle. You recalled once when you fell off your bike, and scraped your knee, and neither Rose nor Ward were home. Sarah didn’t know what to do either. But Rafe cleaned it off, put an antibiotic they had lying around, and bandaged it. He was certainly not the same person.
“Shit!” You yelled out, broken from your thoughts when a high tide came in, water soaking you and coming all into the boat. “Sarah! You were supposed to be watching it and telling me if anything looked bad. God, now we have to go home.” You mumbled angrily. “I’m sorry! I almost caught a fish.”
You shot her a look.
She didn’t say anything back, and within minutes, you were docked again.
“Look, I am sorry. I’ll clean the boat. Do you want fresh clothes at my house? You know you can always shower there.”
You sighed. “Yeah, sure. But it isn’t a big deal. Sorry I got mad, I’ll clean it out later.” She nodded and you two started walking back.
The second you stepped into the house, you saw a broad figure pacing around on the phone. Rafe, of course. He hung up and stared at the pair of girls. He stared longer at you, your clothes clinging uncomfortably to your skin. “Hey.” He offered. You glanced at Sarah and she gave you a look. All you offered in return was a tight lipped smile.
You brushed past him to get upstairs. “Hey, I’m actually gonna make some food for us!” Sarah called out from inside the foyer. “Gotcha, I’ll be in your room!” You yelled back. You rummaged through her closet, sighing at every tight piece of clothing, that was all more like going out tops. Nothing was big enough to feel oversized and comfortable. For a second, you thought about going into Rafe’s room. But that would be weird. Right? Would he notice if one of his really basic shirts was missing?
Out of bad judgement, you went into his room. It was… surprisingly neat, compared to the last time you’d seen it, anyway. You were rifling through a drawer when you heard a breath behind you. You jumped, startled and began to mutter an apology.
“Trying on my clothes?” His voice was teasing.
“No, idiot. I just want comfortable clothes.”
He laughed and leaned backward, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Great act out there, phenomenal, could’ve fooled me.”
“Oh, shut up.” You giggled, throwing yourself onto him in a big bear hug, making him lay down. “It’s awful keeping a secret, you know. Like awful.” You whispered as he kissed the corner of your lips. “Yeah? Why?”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean why?”
“Isn’t it fun? It’s like… forbidden.” He mocked a girl’s voice.
“It isn’t fun, because you have to drive two towns over to eat dinner with me.” You pouted.
He rolled his eyes, “Oh come on, baby, don’t do that.”
You got off him. “Okay. I need to shower. I am taking this shirt.” You said sternly, annoyance evident in every word spoken. You closed his door behind you, harsher than intended, and got in the shower. He’d been doing that a lot recently. Talking about how being secret was exciting. It wasn’t exciting for you. You wanted to hold his hand in public, and kiss him, and just, eat dinner with him! What is so wrong with a girl wanting that? You frustratedly scrubbed your hair, washing out the dirty water from the marsh.
LATER THAT NIGHT…
You stayed at Sarah’s house longer than anticipated. She baked cookies, made fruit salad, and enticed you with all your favorite movies as an apology for the events on the water earlier. Of course, you accepted it. Unfortunately for you, she didn’t want to cook dinner, and neither did you. This meant that she had convinced you, for the 6th time in the past two weeks, to go out to some beachy restaurant with her. You started suspecting there was someone frequenting there that she really wanted to see.
You two sat at the bar, and Rafe and his friends were seated a few tables away. Sarah was annoyed by this, and you found yourself sharing the sentiment. He hadn’t noticed either of you.
You had ordered shrimp tacos, and as you brought them to your mouth, your ears perked up at Rafe’s voice.
“Dude, pogues are the fuckin’ scum of the Earth and shi’. And you’re asking me if I’d like fuckin’ date one? Hell no. Might as well be fucking the help.” Topper and Kelce laughed, but your heart dropped.
“Yo yo,” Kelce said between laughter. “Not even Sarah’s best friend? She’s pretty hot for a pogue.” Topper’s face contorted in disgust, “Standard must be really low.”
Rafe felt an inner conflict, for a moment. And then he remembered who he was. “Nah nah, she’s not that bad. Let’s uh, yeah, let’s bet on. How much do you bet that I can make her fall in love with me in like, a week?”
The entire group bursted out in obnoxious laughter. “I’m so sure, I’ll bet $150.” Topper slapped bills on the table for show. “Ditto!” Kelce managed. “Alright, alright, I have to admit, I think I might’ve already started working on it a while ago. Guys, she’s like fucking obsessed with me. She was inside my room, taking one of my fucking shirts.”
Kelce’s mouth opened wide, “Dude what? So weird.”
“No one could commit to a dirty bitch like that. Bet you any kook would cheat on her in a week, max, if they had any self worth.” Topper’s comment made your face red with rage, all of it had, but that especially ticked you off.
“Hello?! Ugh, you aren’t even listening to me! Y/N, he was right there!” You put down your taco and stared back at Sarah, an absent look in your eyes. “Oh what? Sorry. Listen, um, I’m really not feeling well. Here, I only have $10 on me. Hope it’s enough.” You wiped your eyes quickly. “I’ll see you later, I guess.”
You felt like you were going to throw up. You made a point of passing by their table as you rushed out, and Rafe recognized you for a second, but he was quickly pulled away from that thought with 3 more shots being delivered to the table.
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A/N: Hi guys, and hi to the person that requested it! Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it, I think I might've made it more angst than you wanted, but let me know! I'd love to write another part if you guys are interested and maybe make it more lovey. How do ya'll feel about that?
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