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WHAT’S YOUR DEAL? PT. 2

pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && childhood bsf¡reader

content. fluff. suggestive content/thoughts.

summary. once you get to the bahamas rafe is determined to keep you from meeting anyone new—especially a guy—but his plan is foiled when a stranger approaches you on the beach

SERIES MASTERLIST

the next morning, you woke up around 8 just to make sure you had plenty of time to get everything together and help your dad ready the boat for your trip today. you opened your eyes, the faint sound of your alarm playing in the background—you turned the volume down the night before so you didn’t wake rafe. your eyes drifted to the boy, currently sleeping on the futon in your room.

you quietly crept around your room trying not to wake him, you gathered the last of your things just to take them into the living room so that everything would be ready when your dad was ready. he was currently moving about the kitchen, tidying before you guys left for the next two weeks. he always liked to come back to a clean house, and—even though he had the money for it—he never hired a maid. he said cleaning was his 'therapy'.

"hey dad, need any help getting the boat ready?," you asked him while he was wiping down the marble countertops.

"nope. got it all ready last night, woke up early this morning for final adjustments. we're set to go whenever you guys are ready, pumpkin," he said without stopping his cleaning, "and hey i cut up some fruit in the fridge, i can make eggs if you want?"

"fruit is fine. thanks," you walked over to the refrigerator, grabbing the bowl of mixed fruit out, taking it back up to your room. the plan was to just chill until about 9:30am when you would wake up rafe, but once you opened the door of your bedroom, he was already sat up on the futon, scrolling on his phone.

"oh, hey. morning," you said while taking a seat next to him, offering the fruit bowl to him. he picked a few pieces out, throwing them into his mouth as he placed his phone down.

"when are we leaving," he said with a mouth full of mushy fruit.

"whenever you're ready, and sarah and wheezie get here," you laughed, moving your hand over his mouth to get him to close it.

"oh, i'm ready. i was born ready," he said jokingly, having finally swallowed the last of his fruit. you guys decided to just wait downstairs in the living room until sarah and wheezie showed up—which was sooner than you expected. a knock on your front door startled you out of the conversation you and rafe were having. you made your way over and opened the door—met by a smiling wheezie and a sympathetic sarah. you opened the door wider to let them walk in.

"sorry! i know we're early, but wheezie was just so excited, she wanted to get here early," sarah said, dragging her suitcase behind her.

“it’s no problem at all! we’re all ready to leave anyways,” you laughed at wheezie’s evident excitement and sarah’s obvious exhaustion from dealing with it all morning.

they two of them made their way to your living room only to be greeted by your dad.

“hey, girls! how’s it goin’?” he asked with a big smile.

“good,” they answered in unison. sarah loved your dad, he was kind of like her second dad, but really she saw him as more of a father figure than ward—for obvious reasons.

“alright well, the boat’s all ready whenever you guys are,” he said, heading into the living room to grab your bags, rafe following behind him to help.

—

the boat ride there was uneventful. you all talked, tanned, ate, and even slept a little—rafe even offered to take the wheel for a bit so your dad could get some sleep.

the real fun began once you docked the boat, and got to take everything into your beach house.

“okay, so… beach? right?,” you said, once you had all settled in your rooms, and congregated in yours.

“obviously!,” sarah said enthusiastically as wheezie just ran back off into her room to change. you just laughed before grabbing your suitcase, placing it on top of your bed, and opening it. rafe just sat there on your bed.

“aren’t you coming to the beach? you should change,” you pouted slightly, worried that he wasn’t going to join you guys. you loved sarah and wheezie, but you knew they would do their own thing so you needed rafe with you.

“don’t need to. already wore mine on the boat,” he patted his thigh, covered by the fabric of his swim trunks.

“ah, smart guy,” you pointed at him with a smirk on your face.

“i try,” he said lifting his shoulders in a ‘what-can-i-say’ kind of way, “you go ahead though, i’ll just wait here,” he said with a smile, pulling out his phone. you didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing a bikini out of your suitcase before turning on your heels, and heading into the bathroom attached to your room.

you returned to your room in a tiny cheetah print bikini that barely covered your tits, and exposed essentially your entire ass. suddenly, rafe wasn’t sure he could go to the beach—a new problem arising in his pants. just the sight of you gave him a slight hard-on. he quickly grabbed a pillow from behind him and covered his lap. he figured you wouldn’t notice, but you did. that didn’t mean you would say anything about it, but the observation was definitely noted, and stored.

you grabbed a white knitted, see-through ‘cover-up’ knowing damn well it didn’t cover anything, and a tiny pair of white linen shorts in case you wanted to grab food, or walk around after the beach.

“that’s it?,” rafe said, almost baffled at your lack of clothing.

“that’s it,” you replied with a sly smile, “told you i gotta look good. i could meet the love of my life, who knows.”

“unlikely,” he mumbled under his breath, jealousy already building inside him. he hated how oblivious you were. you were his. no guy in the bahamas could give you what you wanted—not like he could.

“alright! you all set?,” you asked, grabbing your beach bag that was already packed with the essentials.

“yeah… i’ll uh– i’ll meet ya downstairs,” he replied, a hint of nervousness lingered behind his words, but you didn’t mention it. rafe needed a second to calm himself before he was back around you in that bikini.

he eventually joined the three of you downstairs, and you headed to the beach while your dad opted to relax on the back porch, drinking a beer.

—

a few hours later, you’re tanning with your chest on the warm towel as rafe, sarah, and wheezie cooled off in the ocean. you’re in your own blissful world until an unfamiliar voice draws you out of it, turning your head to see who it was.

“hey, sorry. totally didn’t mean to bother you,” the man said, standing above you. he was tall with brunette hair that fell perfectly above his dark eyes, and a great physique. he maintained a respectful distance between himself and your towel while he talked to you as if he didn’t want to worry you.

“just saw you laying here, and wanted to say i think you’re beautiful,” he said, a hint of shyness evident in his voice. it was cute. he was cute.

rafe stood in the ocean, talking with sarah, totally oblivious to the man flirting your ear off.

“aw, that’s so sweet! thank you,” you responded with a big smile, your hand rested on your eyebrows to keep the bright sun out of your eyes while you talked to the stranger.

“mind if i sit?,” he asked, pointing to the empty sand next to your towel.

“no, of course,” you moved to sit up on your towel, facing where he was now sitting.

“so, what’s your name?,” he asked with a slight smirk.

“y/n. yours?”

“pretty. i’m enzo,” he smiled, perfect white teeth lined his lips and you thought he would be the perfect vacation fling…

“i like that. ‘s it short for somethin’?,” you asked, taking in his bold features.

“lorenzo,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

“ah… we have an italian on our hands,” you laughed. his accent wasn’t really there, but the features gave it away. you pulled your knees to your chest, resting your head on them while he talked.

“yes ma’am,” he laughed a little. his voice along with the crashing of the waves put you at peace, “could i get your number, y/n?”

“sure!,” you answered, trying not to sound too excited. in that same moment, rafe turned toward the beach to check on you only to find you laughing, and smiling at some guy sat next to you. his mood immediately flipped as he left sarah mid conversation to walk out of the water up to you.

“rafe! what the hell? i was talking to you!,” sarah shouted at him, but it was no use he was already back to ankle deep waters. he tried to keep his expression careless, but inside he was fuming. who is this douche? and why was he talking to you?

just as you finished typing your name and number into his contacts a familiar voice booms behind you causing you to lift your head from your knees.

“what’s goin’ on here?,” rafe asked with a fake smile on his face. the way enzo was subtly eyeing you all over—seeing you in that way too small bikini—it made rafe’s blood boil. he didn’t care what was going on, all he cared about was putting an end to it—like now.

“hey, rafe! jus’ made a friend,” you looked up at rafe innocently, watching the way his face exuded insincerity, “this is enzo,” you finished, pointing to the smiling man next to you.

“enzo?,” rafe repeated, eyes narrowing at the thought.

enzo stood to his feet, extending his hand, “hey man, how’s it going?,” rafe ignored his hand, but answered his question with evident sarcasm.

“real good, man. hey, do ya mind? we’re kinda tryna enjoy the beach… alone,”

“this your boyfriend?,” enzo asked, looking down at you.

“no! no, he’s just a friend. we’re here for a little ‘family vacation’ my dad owns the house up ther–,” you began to explain, pointing toward the beach house before rafe cuts you off.

“a friend, who would really like to spend some time with y/n here. get lost,” rafe was done being nice, and it almost embarrassed you.

“rafe! be nice, jeez. i’m sorry, enzo…,” you said, looking up at him apologetically.

“no problem. hey, i’ll text you, yeah?,” he smiled before giving rafe one last glance, and walking off.

“what a tool,” rafe huffed before taking his place on the sand. you turned toward him, astonishment on your face.

“what the hell, rafe?! what was that? we were having a conversation,” you were mad, he could tell. he didn’t care, as long as that guy was long gone.

“and now, you’re not. hey, did he say he would text you? as in he has your number?,” he asked, a certain jealousy clouding his tone.

“yes, rafe. i gave him my number. that a problem?,” sarcasm dripped from your tongue. what you didn’t realize was rafe actually thought it was a problem—one he would have to solve at a later time.

“nah, not a problem. he won’t be needed it anyway,” he responded as if it were obvious.

“and why’s that?,” your eyes narrowed at the audacity rafe had right now to tell you who you could and couldn’t hang out with.

“i told you. you’re not slumming it with some ‘fling’,” he responded. his voice was demanding, and that only made you angrier.

“i’m sorry– who are you, rafe? i’ll do whatever the hell i please!,” you retaliated. it didn’t phase rafe. at the end of the day, he believed he had way more power over you than you did over him—boy was he about to be proven wrong.

“okay, princess. whatever you say,” you wanted to wipe that know-it-all smirk right off his face. you were furious. in an instant, you were gathering your things, and heading back to the house—rafe turning his neck to sneak a glance at your ass as you walked away. he didn’t bother following you. he knew you just needed some time—by dinner time you would be fine, back to how you were before enzo.

after throwing your bag and towel on the chair in your room, and flopping onto your bed, a perfectly timed notification rang through your ears…

unknown: Hey y/n, it’s Enzo! Want to grab a bite to eat tonight? I can pick you up at 6? Just send me your address.

alright rafe, let’s see you try to stop this.

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CHILDHOOD BSF¡RAFE MOODBOARD .ᐟ

childhood bsf¡rafe who . . . has done his best to keep guys away from you, whether directly or indirectly. he knew he had some type of feelings for you, but he was never planning to admit it—not when the result could be losing you. he could not afford that.

childhood bsf¡rafe who . . . is normally a pretty straightforward guy, but something about you always threw him off a bit—in the way that he couldn’t get his words out right, && he usually worried about messing things up with you. you were the one good thing in his life, && he would do anything to keep you close.

childhood bsf¡rafe who . . . is very protective of what’s his, && now that that includes you, he’s even more protective than before—always having his hands on you, ready to defend you && shield you from any man who looks your way, && isn’t afraid to mark you up so everyone else knows what’s his too.

—he was prepared to keep his feelings to himself, until he realized it was impossible to watch her with another man.

PAIRED WITH CHILDHOOD BSF¡READER

an: so sorry i’m coming out with this now that the series is like almost over, but somehow i JUST thought to do this . . . might still use him for little updates on their relationship even after the series ends though :)

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WHAT’S YOUR DEAL? PT. 1

pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && childhood bsf¡reader

content. fluff. suggestive content/thoughts.

summary. when your dad suggests a 'family vacation' with rafe and his siblings, you don't think much of it—but rafe is hiding something this trip is bound to expose p.s. i’m gonna make this in two (or more) parts because as i was writing i got carried away with the build up…

SERIES MASTERLIST

you and rafe had been basically inseparable since birth—well your birth—rafe was a couple years older than you. your moms had been best friends, but even after yours passed and his left, you guys stayed the same. everyone on the island knew you weren’t to be touched, looked at, or even thought about—you were rafe’s even if you weren’t dating. you didn’t mind though, it only saved you from dealing with all the guys with egos too big for their own good. plus rafe was good security—you were basically untouchable when you were around him, which was basically all the time.

sure, you had a few boyfriends here and there—those who were brave enough to deal with rafe on occasion, but nothing worked out. they either mysteriously left, or you broke up with them because they only wanted what they couldn’t have—which was you. you knew rafe was proabably the reason behind the ones who left, but you didn’t really care. you still had him, and that’s what mattered.

you were a kook, but you were not like them at all. sure, you had nice clothes and a nice house, but you didn’t care about those things. you cared about the people around you, but you didn’t care what people thought about you. rafe had always liked that—no matter what people were saying about him, you had his back and it never changed the way you saw him. you defended his name when he wasn’t in the room, and that kind of loyalty was attractive as hell to rafe.

your dad always liked rafe, which you thought was weird because he was kind of insane, but you figured your dad liked that someone that extreme was always looking out for you—protecting you when he couldn’t. so, when your dad offered to take rafe, sarah, wheezie, and you on a little ‘family vacation’ you weren’t that surprised.

“how ‘bout it, pumpkin?,” your dad asked with a wide smile on his face, and a hopeful spark in his eyes. you could tell this trip meant a lot to him—i mean he already had everything booked—you really had no choice but to say yes.

“sure, dad. sounds amazing. thank you,” you smiled softly, giving him a tight hug before running off to tell rafe.

—

“so, of course, it’s all expenses paid and whatever—i mean it’s literally just our beach house in the bahamas, but he invited you, sarah, and wheezie. y’know like a little ‘family trip’. so you down? oh, we leave tomorrow by the way,” you and rafe were sat outside by his pool at tannyhill while you info dumped everything on him.

“am i down… of course i’m down,” he said it like it was a dumb question—which is kind of was—if you were going, he was going.

“i’m sure sarah and wheeze would love to go, too. you wanna tell them?,” he asked pointing toward the house behind him.

“nah, you can. i gotta go home and start packing,” you replied, standing up from the lounge chair, and fixing your shorts. your houses were within walking distance from each other, so you were able to just walk home—it took about 10 minutes but you didn’t mind, you liked the fresh air.

“alright. hey i’ll be over tonight mkay?,” he replied, standing and turning on his heel to walk back into the house.

“sounds good!,” you shouted to him as you were walking away.

—

“duh we’ll go!,” wheezie replied to rafe with a big smile, almost jumping for joy when she heard the news. she loved you—you were like a second big sister to her, plus you gave rafe a hard time, and she always wanted to see that. your dad was pretty cool too, not too strict, which she liked because this meant she could basically do whatever for the next two weeks.

“yeah, we’re in,” sarah added, laughing at wheezie’s excitement.

“cool, cool. we leave tomorrow, alright? so be ready. i’ll drive us all over to y/n’s and we’ll leave on their boat from there,” rafe said before leaving the girls to excitedly squeal together in sarah’s room. rafe laughed and shook his head as he walked away from the closed door.

he made his way to his room to quickly pack his things, he would probably stay the night with you anyways. rafe knew you would be asking for his opinion on what clothes to bring all night. he didn’t mind, it was fun dressing you up like his pretty little doll.

he packed some shirts, few pairs of shorts, swim trunks, and some bathroom essentials into a duffle bag. that was really all he needed, he knew everyone would just be at the beach every day, so he didn’t bother stocking up on clothes.

he picked the duffle off the bed, and headed for his car—but not before knocking on sarah’s door. he could hear the faint sound of some girly pop music coming from behind the door, and the girls giggling to each other.

“come in,” sarah said without stopping what she was doing.

“i’ll be back at 10am, ‘kay? be outside,” rafe stated with a semi-serious face.

“are you going to y/n’s now?,” sarah asked, looking over at rafe’s duffle slung over his shoulder.

“yeah, i’m gonna chill there for a bit, maybe the night,” he replied.

“we can just walk over tomorrow if it’s easier?,” she suggested with a helpful smile.

“you sure?,” he was glad she said that because then he wouldn’t have to take his car.

“‘course, rafe. it’s only like a 10 minute walk. we’ll be fine,” sarah said reassuringly.

“alright. tomorrow. 10am. don’t be late, got it?,” he said one last time.

“got it,” sarah answered with an ‘it’s-okay-we-got-it’ type expression on her face.

—

once rafe arrived at your house, he greeted your dad on his walk to your room.

“hey mr. y/l/n how’s it goin’?,” your dad had told rafe multiple he could call him by his first name, but rafe refused. it just felt more natural this way.

“rafe, hey bud! doin’ good. how ‘bout yourself?,”

“i’m good. y/n in her room?,” rafe asked, though he already knew the answer.

“oh yeah, been trying to pack for like an hour,” he laughed like it was amusing, “go help her out for me son, would ya?,”

rafe just laughed as he walked toward your bedroom. when he opened your door, the room looked exactly as he expected—a complete mess.

“jesus, y/n we’re not moving there,” he said, moving things around on your bed so he could sit.

“two weeks is a long time. plus, i wanna take pictures, and what if i meet a guy? vacations are a mystery, rafe. anything could happen. sue me for wanting to look good,” meet a guy? not on rafe’s watch.

“whatever, jus’ pick some stuff out,” rafe knew you, so he laid the trap.

“pick some stuff out?! it’s not that easy. i need your help,” bingo.

“alright, alright. what are my options,” he said, kicking his legs onto the bed, his back against the headboard with his arms behind his head, a smirk spreading across his face.

“okay, so there’s this bikini,” you said holding up the top of one, “or this one,” holding the top of another.

“you’re only bringing one?,” rafe’s brows furrowed.

“oh, no! i already have three definite options packed,” you laughed like the answer was obvious.

suddenly, rafe had an idea, “hm i don’t know… might have to see them on,” he said with a fake puzzled look on his face as if he really couldn’t decide.

“good point! be right back!,” you said before disappearing into your bathroom. rafe just laughed to himself, pulling out his phone. he had always seen you as just a best friend, until the last year—it’s like you had completely transformed, not only physically, but you were this sexy, independent woman who did whatever she wanted. you didn’t care what other people thought of you, and you were hardly ever embarrassed. your mindset had matured, and it turned rafe on like crazy. you had always been smart, but now it was one of the things he liked most about you. he knew you knew what he was doing—having you try the bikinis on—so the fact you complied gave him hope you didn’t see this as just a friendship anymore either.

he was pulled out of his thoughts as you walked back into the bedroom. you stood there proudly, almost modeling the bikini you had on—confidence radiating off of you.

“okay, here’s the first one…,” you said turning around so that rafe could get every angle. he didn’t even have to ask, you knew what he wanted. your ass was basically on full display, and rafe would be lying if he said he wasn’t drooling… just a bit. your tits perfectly secured and upheld behind the two triangles on top. the color was nice too, a bright blue that contrasted with your dark curls and already slightly tanned skin perfectly.

“alright, you got the picture? let me go try on the other,” oh, he had the picture alright, memorized every tiny detail, and stored it away. you turned back into the bathroom, not even knowing what you just did to rafe.

a couple minutes later you walked out in the other bikini. this one had slightly more coverage, but still showed off your curves in a tempting way.

“okay, second option,” you said, doing the same ‘modeling’ as you did for the first one. this one was strapless though, and covered your tits more—rafe wasn’t sure if that was a good, or bad thing. good for other guys, bad for him.

“hmm… that’s a tough one. i think you should just bring them both,” rafe shrugged it off as if he wasn’t half hard just from looking at you in them.

“if you insist! five bikinis are better than four anyways,” you complied, going back into the bathroom to change.

you returned to the bedroom, both bikinis in hand, with a tank top and tiny shorts now on your body. you threw the swimsuits into your suitcase before throwing your curls up in a bun just to keep it out of your face while you finished packing.

you and rafe just talked mindlessly about random stuff as you wandered around your room, rummaging through your drawers, and throwing more clothes into your suitcase as he sat on his phone.

“okay, i think i’m finally done,” you sighed, falling dramatically onto your now clean bed.

“great. you wanna get food? i’m starving,” rafe said, finally pulling his attention away from his phone.

“yeah, sounds good,” you both got up from your bed, you grabbed your phone and purse and headed out of the room.

“hey dad, rafe and i are gonna go get food. you want anything?,” you asked before you passed by him in the living room.

“no thanks, pumpkin. have fun, be safe!,” he replied with a smile before turning back toward the tv.

—

you and rafe eventually made it to ‘the wreck’, and after getting drinks and ordering food you sat in silence, until you broke it.

“you think i could have like a little vacation fling in the bahamas? that would be so fun. have someone to go out on little dates with while we’re there, maybe sleep with him once or twice—if he’s lucky,” you laughed. surely, you had to know what you were doing to him right now, rafe thought. he was never one to show he was desperate, but he had no problem showing he was possessive.

“if you wanna go out on dates, i’ll go with you. no need to slum it with some stranger,” he replied, trying to hide the fact that he was seething inside.

“well, i wouldn’t slum it. he’d be hot of course. i’m sure there’s tons of hot guys in the bahamas,” you said, looking around, awaiting your food. you said it like you didn’t know it bothered rafe—and it really bothered him.

“yeah, sure. do what you want, i guess,” he replied coldly, staring at you even though you weren’t looking at him.

no way was he letting you out of his sight on this trip.

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WHAT’S YOUR DEAL? PT. 6

pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && childhood bsf¡reader

content. fluff. language.

summary. rafe's confession has you more disoriented than ever, and—no matter how much you want to—you can't just sweep it under the rug

SERIES MASTERLIST

what. the. fuck.

all you could do was stare at rafe—jaw slightly slacked, and eyes wide. there had been moments where you had jokingly flirted with each other, or pretended to be a couple on valentine's day to get free dessert, but it was never real… was it?

as he watched your expressions change he realized he had fucked up everything. you watched some type of fear, or maybe regret take over rafe's face as he quickly turned his head away, standing up from the bed.

"shit– shit. forget i said that 'kay? jus'… it doesn't matter. it was stupid—spur of the moment thing, y'know?," he began pacing again, purposefully avoiding your gaze.

"forget? rafe– how the fuck am i supposed to forget that you just said you're in love with me?!," you were in shock. you didn't know what to think, what to believe, what to say. you had never been this speechless in you life—regardless of the words you just uttered.

"y/n can you drop it?," he asked, but it was more of a command, "please…," he muttered quietly as if he was embarrassed he had said it in the first place. he was acting like he didn't even know what to do with himself—pacing, biting his nails, rubbing his eyes, running his hands through his buzzed hair, messing with the golden ring on his finger. he was doing everything but facing you, and facing what he had just said.

maybe somewhere deep down you weren't completely speechless. maybe way under the surface you might be happy that he said what he just did. maybe—but, nothing about this was a good idea.

"jus' forget about this conversation," he was about to leave the room before you stood quickly, grabbing his wrist before he could walk out. his eyes traced down to your delicate hand wrapped around him. you could see his gaze soften even though he wasn't looking at you—a soft smile tugging at his lips, forced back down so it didn't seem like he had any hopes of this going well.

"ray…," you hadn't called him that in ages. he could barely hear you. you spoke like you were scared of what you were going to say next—honestly, you were. you didn't think, just let your mouth take control.

"d'you mean that?," you weren't sure where this was going, weren't sure why you asked—you had enzo. you liked enzo. enzo was easy, and fun, and new, and… nice.

fuck.

you waited for his response with baited breath—you didn't know why. you had never seen him in that way, as something more than your best friend. so, why did the silence make your heart race?

"'course i did… ya really think i would say some detrimental shit like that as a joke?," his breathless laugh that followed was uneasy, and filled with anxiety—you could tell. that's the thing… you knew him—you just knew him. that's what was so dangerous about this.

you didn't know what to do. to stop yourself from doing something you might later regret, you just pulled him to you, burying your face in his chest as your arms wrapped around him tightly. his big arms, moved to wrap around your waist, and even though you had done this a million times your head was spinning. your skin was on fire, your stomach was doing flips, and your heart was skipping multiple beats. you wanted to believe this confession didn't change anything, but all this hug taught you was that things would never go back to how they were.

once you finally pulled apart, it looked like rafe was holding something back—whether it was words, or an action—you didn't know. before he let it consume him he spoke.

"'m gonna go, 'kay?," you nodded in response. you didn't really want him to leave, but it was better for both of you to think before you acted. he quietly turned to leave the room, giving you a brief smile before closing the door behind him. the sound of his footsteps retreating back to his own room echoed through your head.

—

you woke up early to make some breakfast, and while you were mixing pancake mix you hear a familiar groggy voice behind you. you didn’t know it, but he had been there for a few minutes before speaking—admiring the way your cute little pajama set hugged your curves, and the way your curls fell down your slim back.

he couldn’t believe he had found you in this lifetime… what did he do to deserve you? he didn’t know, but you were definitely proof that there was a God. he finally spoke up, having stared at you for long enough—it was never long enough, he could stare at you for eternity wondering how you were even real.

"mornin'. what're you up to?," you turned your head to see a sleepy rafe lazily smiling at you, leaned over the kitchen island. he was shirtless—of course—because what man wouldn’t walk downstairs with his abs on full display after confessing his love to his best friend?

"makin' pancakes! want some?," you asked, trying to keep your gaze from lingering on his body for too long. this morning should have been awkward, but it was the opposite. it was like some type of weight had been lifted between you and rafe—at least, that's how you felt.

"sure," he replied, walking over to the refrigerator to get some orange juice. the next thing you know, his body heat is swarming you as his hand reaches into the cabinet above your head to grab a cup. his breath was hot on your neck—he was taller than you, and you could still feel it run down your back. it sent a slight shiver down your spine. he moved away, glass in hand, placing it on the counter and pouring some of the juice into it as if nothing had happened. maybe nothing did happen.

okay maybe the weight wasn't lifted—maybe it was heavier than ever, suffocating you underneath it until it was all you could think about.

'because i'm fucking in love with you,' it replayed in your head like a broken record. the desperation and defeat in his voice, the look in his eyes, the words themselves—it was consuming you.

you didn't know what to do. you liked enzo—at least, you thought you did. he was the perfect guy, and he clearly adored you. as if you didn't feel bad enough already, a ping came from your phone.

"who's texting you this early?," rafe asked as he made his way over to sit at the island, beginning to sip on his juice. his tone wasn't even jealous—it was almost as if confessing last night had made him… not insane? was that even possible?

enzo: Hey y/n! We still on to hang out today?

your mind was reeling—it was awful. enzo was so nice, and he deserved your undivided attention, but rafe's words were still stuck in your mind.

'because i'm fucking in love with you.'

y/n: hey! sorry… my dad made some last minute family plans. won't be free for another two days :(

enzo: Damn :( Just text me once you're free, have fun!

you felt awful lying to him—your plans weren't until tomorrow, but you needed time to process everything that had happened. it felt wrong to hear rafe confess his love to you, then turn around and hang out with enzo. no matter how much of an asshole rafe had been, and how amazing enzo had been…

rafe's voice snapped you out of your thoughts–

"y/n… are we good?," his voice was gentle, and caring—seriously was he just not batshit crazy anymore?

"yeah! yeah, we're good," a forced smile formed on your face. you wanted to be good, but it was hard now that you knew what you did.

"no, we're not," it was proving to be really hard to lie to someone who had known you your whole life. he said it like he was translating your words—like he knew how rattled you were.

"i guess i just don't know what you want me to say, rafe," you admitted. the pancake batter long forgotten, the bowl sitting on the counter you were now facing away from.

"i want you to be honest. lay it all out, y/n. i promise i can handle it," his words were reassuring, but the problem was you didn't even know what to 'lay out' your thoughts were messy, and discombobulated. you couldn't make a cohesive sentence about your feelings if your life depended on it.

you took a minute to try and formulate anything that you could give him. he just sat there, still sipping his orange juice from time to time, waiting for you to collect your thoughts.

you moved to sit down next to him, and he looked at you like he was surprised you were in proximity with him.

"i dunno ray… i mean– this," you motioned between the two of you, "could never work… right?"

"then imagine it could—what would you say then?," he was desperate, but he was getting better at hiding it.

"i'd say… i'd say it's totally crazy, and it would be messy and…," you trailed off, thoughts wandering to all the fun nights you had already had together—just as friends—images of you doing all the stupid shit you normally would, but with a different type of love in the picture. a small smile pulled at your lips, and unfortunately rafe caught it. he was studying you like he had to draw you from memory.

"and?," he didn't want to seem hopeful, but he almost couldn't help it—his playful smirk challenged you.

"and real, and… kinda beautiful," you finished. you didn't know what this confession meant, but it was the only true thing you knew right now. you didn't realize how little time you actually needed to 'figure this out' until your thoughts spilled out of you like they were the only real thing you had.

it all seemed so clear now—you had been through everything together. he knew you better than anyone. he knew you better than yourself. enzo was perfect, but he wasn't perfect for you. some girl, somewhere was going to be real lucky to have him—it just wasn't fair for you to take him, when deep down… you could never love him as much as you loved rafe.

"yeah? you meant it?," his smile was growing, and he looked like a hopeful little boy who had the world at his finger tips.

"mhm," you responded quietly before he basically launched himself into your arms, picking you up as you instinctively wrapped your legs around him. your laughter filled the room, and he swore he was gonna hold onto you forever, wrapping you up and holding you tight. after the past few days, he never wanted to let you go again. he never wanted to feel that close to losing you.

"gonna be the last man you ever need, promise baby" he spoke quietly into your ear.

an: yes i’m posting 6 hours after the last part—i got excited…

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WHAT’S YOUR DEAL? PT. 8

pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && childhood bsf¡reader

content. fluff. language.

summary. after your dad’s ‘family plans’ are over, you can no longer put off talking to enzo about what happened between you and rafe, and where you’ll go from here

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your dad had taken rafe, sarah, wheezie, and you on a little fishing trip yesterday—he had always loved fishing, so you were happy to do this for him. you had to throw back everything you caught, but your dad was just happy to hang out with you guys, doing something he found fun.

rafe and you agreed it was best to keep your little relationship quiet just to keep the dynamic chill for the boating yesterday—but that didn’t stop rafe from sneaking little kisses when no one was looking.

but, now that you were back, you couldn’t ignore enzo any longer. you hated yourself for what you had to tell him later today, but it wasn’t fair to lead him on any longer. he was an amazing guy, and he deserved someone who was 100% in.

y/n: hey! i’m back from our fishing trip, wanna meet up in like an hour?

enzo: Sounds good :) meet at our restaurant?

y/n: see you then

—

you were nervous… to say the least.

enzo was an amazing guy, and you felt shitty for blowing him off, but it was pointless when he would never be rafe. he wasn’t there for you in the most trivial points in your life—he wasn’t there when your first boyfriend broke up with you, or when your mom died. he would never know you how rafe knew you, and somehow that doomed you guys from the start.

you made sure to get there early because showing up late and dumping him seemed like salt in the wound… he quickly found you sat at a table, the smile that spread across his face once he saw you made your heart ache.

you were such an asshole.

“hey, pretty girl… i missed you,” he greeted you warmly, giving you a side hug before sitting across from you.

again; such. an. asshole.

“so… what’s new? how was your fishing trip? you catch anything?,” he was so nice, and he was killing you.

“my dad and rafe caught a few. we threw everything back though,” you smiled uncomfortably. you spoke low like you felt guilty for talking about yourself—for talking about rafe—knowing what you were about to do.

“everything alright?,” the concern on his face was so genuine, and you really didn’t want to say what you had to say.

“enzo… listen, i really like you… like a lot. you’re an amazing guy–,” you started, looking him in the eye. it was harder that way, which is why it needed to be like that. his eyes were gentle—understanding—like he already knew what was coming.

“but…,” he drew it out like he already knew where this was going. “you’re in love with rafe… right?,” he said it softly, with a small smile.

“wha– how did you–?”

“i saw the way he looked at you on the beach… i figured you couldn’t ignore it forever,” he didn’t even look mad—upset, sure—but that little genuine smile stayed plastered to his face.

“you’re not mad?,” you questioned, almost in disbelief—like how he was reacting was too good to be true.

“upset? sure. mad? never,” his smile widened just a bit as he moved to hold your hand—not in a way that was begging you to stay, more as a comfort. you didn’t pull away—didn’t flinch—just let him do it.

“i would never be mad at you for falling in love, y/n… i know it happens when you least expect it,” he nodded his head slightly, like he wasn’t just trying to convince you, but convince himself, too.

“thanks, enzo. hey, it would mean a lot to me if we could stay friends? that might be a big ask, but–,” he didn’t even let you finish, cutting you off with a loving look in his eyes.

“of course,” you couldn’t tell if he genuinely wanted that, or not, but you chose to believe he did—chose to believe it didn’t bother him.

"rafe better know how lucky he is… and if he ever tries to break your heart—i’m here– like in a ‘i-would-set-him-straight’ way. i think you guys are gonna go far, honestly. seems like he’s got a lot of love for ya,” you felt stupid for even being worried… enzo was already a gentleman, of course he was going to take this splendidly.

“i really appreciate it. seriously, i was all worried coming into this. i know it’s not like we were exclusive, or like ‘til-death-do-us-part’ type, but you mean a lot to me,” it was true. you hadn’t met that long ago, but you had gotten close, and you never wanted to hurt him.

“you mean a lot to me too, y/n. don’t worry about me,” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze before retracting his hand. “i’ll see you around then?”

“yeah, see ya around,” you gave him one last smile before he stood from his seat, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering warmth of his hand on yours.

—

you walked back into the house, attempting to find rafe and tell him how it went, but he wasn’t anywhere to be found… well, until you took two steps outside, and found him sitting in one of the lounge chairs by the pool.

“hey,” you said, flopping into the empty chair next to him. he turned his head to see you, squinting to keep the sun out of his eyes.

“oh, hey baby,” it rolled off his tongue so naturally, like he was made to call you that—made to be yours. you tried hard to ignore the way sweat glistened over his abs, and his swim shorts hung just low enough for your mind to run wild. “how’d it go?”

“good… actually,” you still looked a little puzzled from your interaction with enzo, and rafe noticed it immediately. he also noticed the way you were looking at him, but he wasn’t one to complain.

he quickly noticed your outfit—kind of nice considering you went to break it off with this dude. he minded a bit, but once his eyes raked down your body, enzo didn’t seem that important anymore. you were his. you had just broken up with a supposedly ‘perfect guy’—whatever—from him. he was on top of the world right now, but that didn’t stop him from addressing your tone and slight confusion.

“what d’ya mean actually? somethin’ happen?,” he sat up a bit, propping himself on his elbows, looking at you more directly since he thought he was going to have to beat this man.

“no. he was– he was surprisingly chill…,” well, shit. that was actually more worrying to rafe.

“really?,” he almost scoffed like he didn’t believe it—like he thought enzo might be playing at something. he rested his head back against the chair, turning straightforward and closing his eyes again.

“yeah, i don’t know… it wasn’t even weird. he said it was fine—that he knew you were in love with me,” that caught his attention.

“he knew?!,” he laughed—a dry, humorless laugh. “yeah, right.”

"well, either way… that’s over. i feel better,” you relaxed, laying back against the chair, mimicking rafe. you enjoyed the sun, and the silence… for a whole three seconds.

you sat back up, turning completely toward rafe ”that was like shockingly easy… right?,” you weren’t sure why you wanted it to be harder, or more painful, but the fact it wasn’t was almost just as worrying. you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

"don’t worry about it baby. it’s done,” rafe responded, not even turning toward you, knowing damn well he was just as concerned as you. it still left him wondering; what was enzo up to? surely he wasn’t just going to let you go that easy…? or, maybe rafe was just being insane, and you were being paranoid.

it didn’t matter. it was bothering you, which meant it was bothering rafe, and he was going to take care of it—take care of you. no matter what.

an: ooh this is short. . . i’m SO sorry it took this long to get another part out. i was struggling so hard with how this ‘chapter’ was gonna go. i’m probably gonna wrap this up soon because i’m running out of ideas :’)

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WHAT’S YOUR DEAL? PT. 5

pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && childhood bsf¡reader

content. fluff. suggestive content/thoughts kinda. language.

summary. unable to control his emotions any longer, rafe addresses you—and secrets are revealed p.s. ignore that the pic is curtain bangs rafe. he is very much buzz cut rafe in this series, that’s just the expression i was trying to convey in this part

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you ended up being able to spend the rest of the day with enzo, finally departing from each other around 10pm. your dad texted you saying he had gotten back from fishing around 8pm, so he wasn’t particularly upset with you for coming back late—he knew who you were with.

you and rafe hadn’t spoken since the brief interaction at the restaurant. you figured he was pissed, but you were tired of apologizing, and you were tired of his tantrums. you didn’t even care about the girl he was with earlier—it was only fair since you had enzo. plus, he wasn’t yours, no matter how much he wanted to act like it.

finally being able to change out of your clothes felt like bliss after the long day you had. you decided to take a quick shower just to wash all the ‘beach’ off of you. once you stepped in, the warm water cascaded down your back causing you to shiver even in the heat.

you didn’t bother to grab any clothes because the bathroom was attached to your room. you would just change once you were back in your bedroom. plus, it was easier to tend to your hair before putting any clothes on anyway.

the sound of the diffuser echoed through the bathroom—that, and the loud music playing off your phone. so loud, in fact, that you didn’t hear the clicking of your bedroom door opening, and closing. so, once you had finished with your hair, you opened the bathroom door, walking into your bedroom. you stood there, almost in a state of shock once you saw rafe, sitting at the side of your bed. he was biting his nails as if he was going insane, looking down at the ground in front of him. his head snapped up to turn to you—what he didn’t expect was for you to be completely naked.

his once preoccupied mind, was now suddenly blank—or rather, preoccupied with the image of you. all of you stood before him, and he wasn’t sure he could bare to ever see you with clothes on again. his eyes raked your body, your curves. you, on the other hand, quickly reached for the t-shirt on your dresser, pulling it over your head. you grabbed the bottom, trying to stretch it to cover the tops of your thighs. it worked—but your ass was still exposed, and rafe hated that you were facing him right now. your brain was finally in a state to speak.

“shit! rafe… what the fuck are you doing in here?!,” you yelped, still holding the hem of your shirt past your thighs. even in the dimly lit room you could feel rafe’s eyes on you. you were desperate to cover what laid beneath, and rafe was desperate to uncover it. he hated that t-shirt right now.

rafe shook himself out of his current thoughts, trying to remember what he came in here for before speaking.

“we gotta talk, y/n,” his tone was different. it was breathless, like he was trying to plead with you—convince you he was worth a minute of your time. it was unlike anything you had ever heard come out of your best friend’s mouth. so, naturally, you were intrigued.

“what do you want?,” you asked, now rummaging through your drawers for at least some underwear.

“what’s goin’ on with you? why won’t you talk to me? why are you ignoring me? why are you hangin’ with that guy, y/n?,” the questions flowed out of him, even faster than he himself had anticipated. he knew he sounded pathetic, but he was too worried to care. you pulled some small panties up your legs. you didn’t even care to put on shorts. surely rafe was able to not act like a horny teenage boy for 5 minutes. you took a seat next to him, but it only made him stand in response. you looked up at him with a puzzled expression on your face.

“nothin’s goin’ on with me, rafe. i’m hanging around enzo because i like him. plus, you’ve been an ass this whole trip,” you answered him plainly. it was the truth, and there was no use in trying to hide it. you were done trying to spare his feelings. he had been on enzo’s ass since he met him, and it pissed you off.

“listen, y/n… i don’t know what i did, but i’m sorry. okay? i’m fuckin’ sorry. i’m sorry for whatever i said, or did. i’m sorry for the girl earlier today–,” he began rambling, pacing in front of you. he ran a hand over his short hair, then moving his nail back to his mouth until he thought of what he wanted to say next. you filled the silence with confusion.

“the girl? rafe. i don’t care. you can hang out with whoever you want,” a breathless laugh escaped your lips. the noise making rafe’s brows furrow in confusion. how could you think that? why did you not get that possessive pit in your stomach when you saw him with someone else like he did? he was losing his mind at this point—totally baffled at your response. he stopped pacing to face you straight-on.

“don’t care?! jesus, y/n how can you not care?! i’m not fuckin’ losing you to this guy. i won’t,” his eyes had a gleam in them—was he about to cry? he fiddled with the gold ring on his finger while he awaited your response. he knew this conversation was way out of his element, but he was willing to sound a little pathetic if it meant not losing you.

“losing me? rafe, you sound insane. you’re not losing me because of enzo–,” you started before he cut you off. his hand moving to his temple, and then to point at you.

“don’t. don’t say that! you’re lyin’. he’s takin’ you from me, y/n. you just… you can’t see it yet… yeah– yeah you can’t see him for who he is,” he was babbling on—half talking to you, half mumbling to himself. you had never seen him like this. it was starting to scare you. was he back on drugs?

“rafe, can you please just calm down? sit, or something. you’re freakin’ me out!,” you were pleading with him at this point. thankfully he obliged, sitting down next to you on the edge of your bed. he refused to look at you—scared he might say something he would really regret if he saw the look on your face right now.

“can you look at me? please,” you were already facing him, his eyes hesitantly rising to meet yours. you had never seen such hopelessness in him.

honestly… it broke your heart.

it broke your heart, but it did not break it enough to make you apologize for anything you had done. it was evident that rafe didn’t even know what he was sorry for—just that you were mad, and he didn’t want you to be mad anymore.

“what’s your deal, rafe? you can talk to me. i’m your best friend,” you even reached to hold his trembling hand, attempting to steady it. he was shaking slightly, but you could still feel the way he tensed when you said that last thing. his jaw tightening as if he was biting his tongue. you rubbed circles into the top of his hand—any kind of comfort you could give him right now would calm him down. you still knew him—knew what he needed.

“do you like him, y/n? like– really like him? do you wanna be with him? has he kissed you?,” his voice was soft, almost too soft. he didn’t even seem like himself in this moment.

“i mean… yeah, i guess–,” you began to answer him, uncertainty laced your words.

“no. you either like him, or you don’t. tell me,” he cut you off, his voice still quiet, but his tone more harsh.

“yeah… i do,” you admitted. it wasn’t like you were going to marry the man, but you didn’t just consider it a fling anymore—it can’t really be a fling when you haven’t even slept together, haven’t even kissed…

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath. if you weren’t sitting only inches from him you wouldn’t have caught it, but you did.

“is that a problem?,” you wanted to be sarcastic in this moment, but your tongue wouldn’t let you. a more sincere question fell off your lips instead—as if you truly cared whether rafe approved. he was still your best friend, after all.

“you don’t understand… i can’t lose you– fuck, i can’t,” his words were faltering. the wells in his eyes began to stream down his cheeks. he was so vulnerable like this—so… delicate, in a way. your hand moved from his up to his cheek, wiping away the tears with your thumb. he melted into your touch like he had been starved of it for years—the past two days had felt like years to rafe.

it had felt weird to you, too. he was your best friend and you had barely spoken to him. you missed him… it was just easier on you because you had replaced the absence of him with the presence of enzo.

“please… don’t go out with enzo anymore,” he sounded helpless—like he knew you wouldn’t agree to it, like it was his last resort. he was begging you, moving to lean into your chest. you could hear quiet cries, and you were in such foreign territory right now.

your hands cupped his cheeks, moving his head back up to look at you. you had no idea what was going on—if he knew something about enzo you didn’t—but whatever it was… ended tonight.

“why, rafe? tell me why. give me a reason, and i won’t,” your voice barely above a whisper. he had never been this fragile before, it seemed like if you even talked too loud he would crack.

“‘cause y/n…,” his eyes were staring into yours, your hands still holding him in place. it was almost like he didn’t want to say whatever was about to come next.

“because what?,” you were genuinely trying to understand. if rafe was acting this way, there was clearly something wrong. you just wanted to know what it was, that way you could make it better. he took a deep breath before answering.

“because i’m fucking in love with you.”

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WHAT’S YOUR DEAL? PT. 7

pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && childhood bsf¡reader

content. fluff

summary. just a cute fluff chapter of you and rafe getting used to being together (enzo will be dealt with in the next part, just give them this cutesie moment)

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you and rafe had spent all day together. it was nice—things weren’t back to normal, they were better. you and rafe were currently curled up on the couch—it was about 8pm, but your dad requested you don’t go out too late tonight because of his ‘family plans’ for tomorrow. you didn’t mind, and you didn’t think rafe did either. you had turned on some movie that was actually interesting—not to rafe though. all he could do was look at you, his right arm slung around you while his left hand played with the hem of your shorts.

sometimes his right hand would aimlessly explore your hair, running his fingers through your scalp. it felt nice—not only did you have your best friend back, but now it was something different. rafe just seemed… happier—like a weight had been lifted. you weren’t sure how long he had felt the way he did, but—sitting here, right now, curled into his chest while his fingers roamed all over you—you were glad he had confessed. you never expected this, but now that it was here, you couldn’t imagine it being any other way.

“y’wanna do somethin’ fun?,” rafe’s soft voice cut through the low hum of the tv, looking down at you.

“my dad wanted us to stay here tonight,” you replied plainly, not taking your focus off the screen.

“i know… but ‘m jus’ really in the mood for one of those soft pretzels from the gas station down the road,” that caught your attention—he knew those were your favorites, and you hadn’t even gotten one yet. your head snapped up to look at the mischievous smirk spreading across his face. a similar one took place on your lips because of it.

“okay fi–,” before you could even finish, rafe was off the couch. he reached down to grab your waist, and throw you over his broad shoulders, your soft giggles filling the air.

he finally set you down near the door so you could both put on your sneakers. both of you quietly walked out the door, careful to close it softly since your dad's bedroom was nearby.

—

the walk to the gas station wasn't too long—maybe 10 minutes—so, you pulled out your phone, shuffling your playlist titled 'Sounds like love'.

Disco by Surf Curse poured through the speaker of your phone. rafe just looked at you—wide smile on his face like he had never seen something more beautiful. you slipped your phone into his pocket, grabbing his hands, and beginning to move to the beat. you were walking backwards at this point, dragging rafe with you. he had no complaints—a genuine laugh left his lips, and you had never seen him so happy. it warmed your heart.

admire all of you

but fire burns me, too

can't stop that disco getting through

can't stop that disco wanting you

'cause there's nothing like it, locking my eyes with you

rafe held his arm up, spinning you like a dancer. your laughs were like music to his ears, and he swore life couldn’t get any more perfect than this. he motioned for you to jump on his back so he could carry you the rest of the walk. songs continued to play from his pocket until you arrived. you didn’t talk, just rested your head on his shoulder. your arms slung around his torso while he held you up by your thighs which were wrapped just above his hips.

you gave him quick kisses on his cheek or neck while he carried you.

“thanks for the ride, ray,” you whispered into his ear, giggling before you could finish your sentence.

“anytime, princess,” his signature smug smirk present on his face.

once you had finally made it to the gas station, rafe set you down easily, and the two of you made your way inside.

you grabbed the pretzels out of the mini heated carousel (i have no idea what they’re called), and then made your way over to the slushie machines. you never really got to have slushies except for when you were here. you and rafe had gotten them every vacation since you were kids—when you were little, rafe even taught you to mix the different flavors: cherry and coca cola to make cherry coke, cherry and blue raspberry to make… well you weren’t exactly sure, but it tasted good.

after rafe paid the cashier, you headed back outside. rafe wasn’t ready to let this moment go yet. he shoved the pretzel into his mouth, handed you his slushie, and motioned for you to get back on his back.

“rafe, you can’t carry me! you have a pretzel in your mouth, idiot. eat it first. then you can,” you laughed, scolding him like you were his mother.

“fine. but, if you don’t get on my back do you promise to follow me?,” he had a childish look on his face, like he was genuinely expecting you to promise him.

“follow you where?,” your brows furrowed together. you weren’t even supposed to be out now, and rafe wanted to stay out even longer?

“doesn’t matter. you can’t ask questions. promise?,” his hopeful face made you melt. you just couldn’t say no to him.

you nodded your head, raising your arm to tell him to lead the way.

you followed without complaints. eventually he finished his pretzel, and once again, wanted you to get on his back.

“fine! fine! you’re so weird,” you laughed, holding your hands up in joking surrender before hopping onto his back. his hands cold against your thighs from the slushie cup he was previously carrying.

you were only on his back a little longer. the sun was beginning to set just as you guys had arrived at rafe’s destination.

“here we are princess,” he said, plopping you back down on your feet. he had led you to the beginning of a forest of some sort.

“and where exactly is ‘here’?,” your puzzled expression made him chuckle slightly. he just took your hand in response, guiding you toward the path through the trees.

once you came out the other end, there was a tiny beach—it couldn’t have spanned more than 50 feet. it was clean, but obviously secluded. the sun cast a light right above the water, the pinks and oranges of the pre-sunset sky reflecting off the calm ocean.

“ray…,” you began, but you didn’t really know what to say. it was gorgeous.

“beautiful innit?,” he turned toward you, big smile on his face. the sun cast a perfect glow onto the side of his face. you admired him for a moment before turning back to the water.

“yeah,” you sighed, eyes glued to the image in front of you. you had seen many sunsets before, but something about this one felt magical. rafe moved to sit on the sand, patting the spot next to him, urging you to join him. of course, you did. he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to him.

the two of you watched as the sun set. the hand that was slung over your shoulder placed itself on the side of your face, making you turn your head towards rafe.

“hey,” he whispered, leaning in towards you.

“hey,” you whispered back, a small smile forming on your lips.

“‘m gonna kiss you now, ‘kay?,” he asked, but it wasn’t really a question—more of a warning.

“mkay,” you nodded lightly. a smirk took over his face before he leaned fully into you, colliding his lips with yours. it was so strange—not because it actually felt weird, but because it felt natural, as if you had done this for years. as if your lips had been made for his.

he pushed a little deeper, testing how far you would let him go, exploring new territory. you let him. his tongue pushed through your lips, making contact with yours and your world stopped. you moved your hands to the sides of his face, pulling him impossibly closer before moving them to the back of his neck. your manicured nails raked lightly against his warm skin.

you eventually pulled from each other, both staring as if you couldn’t believe what just happened. rafe leaned forward once more to give you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“let’s go home, baby,” he said quietly. you just nodded in response, standing and dusting as much sand off you as you could. rafe grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to spin around so he could swipe the sand from the backside of you—he definitely just wanted to touch your ass, but you weren’t complaining.

you grabbed your phone out of rafe’s pocket, playing your music and slipping it back in his pocket before hopping on his back once again. he didn’t even have to tell you this time, you just wanted to.

a soft song began to hum through the air.

spring into summer, and the winter’s gone

i try to hold on to it, but the current’s too strong

somebody finds me in the state i am

love you like i mean it when i know i can’t

you rest your head on his shoulder the same way you did on the way to the gas station, taking in his scent, the feeling of his skin against yours, the lingering sensation of his lips.

hold it against me, cool to the touch

nobody knows what it’s like to be us

somebody finds me in the shallow end

love you like i mean it just because i can

“i like this song,” rafe said unexpectedly, turning his head slightly to try and look at you.

“yeah?,” you asked, a curious smirk on your face, “it’s ours then.”

“nobody knows what it’s like to be us,” he noted to himself.

“nobody knows what it’s like to be us,” you repeated, moving your head from his shoulder to place a kiss to his cheek, and move to wrap your arms over his shoulders.

by the time the song ended, you had arrived back home.

you took your phone out of his pocket, adding the song to a new playlist.

‘Feels like love’.

an: i didn’t realize it had been a few days since my last update on this little series—apologies! also not proofread…

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WHAT’S YOUR DEAL? PT. 3

pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && childhood bsf¡reader

content. fluff. suggestive content/thoughts.

summary. your date with enzo rattles emotions rafe has been trying to suppress, but when he learns you actually like the guy he starts to get desperate

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y/n: sounds good! my address is 77 coastal ln. see you then ;)

—

you had told your dad about enzo already, so that he knew you wouldn’t be home for dinner. rafe on the other hand—totally clueless. you had been ignoring him since you stormed off on the beach, and he didn’t bother to push you any further on it than he already had. you figured he was either doing nothing in his room, or hanging out with your dad downstairs. you didn’t sense the problem with that duo until an angry knock sounded against your door, not even waiting for you to address it before rafe came barging in.

“what the hell, rafe?! i could’ve been nak–,” you began. the anger from earlier only adding to your frustration now.

“you’re goin’ out with that douche?,” maybe you shouldn’t have left him and your dad in the same room.

“enzo? yes. and he’s not a douche!,” you defended. you noticed rafe looking you up and down, eyes narrowing when he landed on the length of your dress.

“don’t care. you’re not goin,” he replied flatly. he walked further into your room to sit on your bed—like he had to watch you so you didn’t leave—“especially not looking like that,” he scoffed.

“and what’s wrong with the way i look?,” your sarcasm was evident, but rafe was having none of it.

“nothing. that’s what’s wrong. this dude doesn’t need to see you lookin’ like this,” he rolled his eyes—what was it? protectiveness? obsession? anger? jealousy? you couldn’t quite tell, and it was going to drive you mad.

“well sorry, dad, but if i want him to like me i can’t exactly show up in my pajamas,” you scoffed, walking back to your vanity to spray some sweet smelling perfume on your neck and wrists.

“i’ve seen your pajamas, so yes, you could,” rafe muttered under his breath as he fiddled with the gold ring on his finger. you couldn’t hear what he said, but you were sure it was probably some snarky comment. you didn’t bother to press him on it, too caught up in inspecting your appearance to care.

“whatever, rafe! i’m going. end of story. i think you forget that you don’t own me, and you can’t just tell me what i can, or can’t do,” you walked back over to him. you stood right in front him as he sat on your bed, palms holding up his body as he leaned back. you leaned down to get right in front of his face.

“unless there’s a reason i shouldn’t go? one that isn’t just that he’s a douche, maybe?,” your voice just above a whisper, face close enough to his that he could feel your warm breath against him. he was fighting every urge in his body to grab you, and slam you into the bed, claim what was his. his erotic thoughts resulted in silence from him.

“didn’t think so,” you said, turning away from him. before you could walk away, you felt his strong grip on your wrist.

“don’t test me, y/n. he’s no good f’r you,” he replied lowly. his eyes narrowing like it was a challenge.

“and who is then, rafe? you?,” you scoffed, it was insane to you that he had the nerve to say anyone was ‘no good’ for you when you spent almost all your time with him—and he was psycho.

“listen. your dad brought us here so we could be together. not you and this enzo dude,” he almost scowled. he was trying to hold back his jealousy, but it was getting progressively harder when he could feel your pulse quicken beneath his fingertips—you still hadn’t made him let go of you yet.

“odd… because my dad doesn’t seem to care that i’m going out with enzo. only you, rafe. why is that?,” it wasn’t rhetorical, and rafe could tell you expected an actual answer—one he couldn’t give you without ruining everything.

so he bit his tongue, “fine. go then. see if i care,” he replied coldly, finally letting go of your wrist to stand up, and walk out of the room. you were left standing there alone, and confused as hell.

—

after you were done getting ready, you waited in the living room for enzo to arrive. a knock at the front door had you rushing to answer it—not in an obvious way, of course.

“enzo, hey!,” your wide eyes, and bright smile made all of enzo’s anxiety about tonight fade away in an instant.

“hey, y/n! these are for you,” he smiled, holding out a small bouquet of pink and orange lilies—you wondered if he somehow knew they were one of your (and your mom’s) favorites…

“aw! that’s so sweet. they’re beautiful. here, come inside so i can get these in some water,” you moved out of the doorway, motioning him inside. he followed you to the kitchen where you grabbed a spare vase out of the cabinet—from past arrangements your mom used to make, or buy when you came here for months at a time.

after gently placing them into the vase, you were ready to leave. your dad was outside on the back porch, sarah and wheezie probably still at the beach, and rafe in his room you assumed. so, you headed out. you texted your dad once you got into enzo’s car telling him you had left, and would be back later—only to get a thumbs up in response.

—

the car ride wasn't too long. you and enzo just talked the whole time, getting to know each other better. he told you how he had lived in the bahamas for the past 17 years of his life, moving out of italy when he was just 3 years old. he still had family over there that he visited once, or twice a year. you told him how you had always wanted to go to italy, and—like the gentleman he is—he offered to take you at some point, and be your tour guide.

once you pulled into the restaurant parking lot, you realized this whole time you didn't even know where you were going for dinner—you were just along for the ride.

"here we are," he said, turning off the car, and getting out. he came to the passenger's side to open your door for you—‘no good for you' my ass, rafe.

—

dinner was going great. you and enzo had a lot in common—you had a similar sense of humor, some of the same hobbies, and you liked a lot of the same foods. it was turning out to be one of the best nights you had had in awhile. you were both super engaged in the conversation, listening intently while the other spoke, and chiming in to make the conversation flow.

it was easy with enzo. he was handsome, funny, intelligent—both academically, and emotionally (he was currently in college, planning to become a lawyer), and a gentleman. he was the opposite of 'slumming it'. you even began to wonder if this could be something after you left the bahamas. yes, he had you thinking about the future in one night—what could you say? he was charming like that.

after enzo paid for dinner, you decided to head back home. it a little after 9pm at this point, and you didn't want your dad to worry. plus, you had already planned to go out with enzo again in the next couple of days, so he didn't mind letting you go early tonight.

the car ride back was quieter. you just enjoyed each other's company while soft music played from the radio. you caught enzo sneaking glances at you as you looked out the window, observing the life that was happening around you.

—

"i had a lot of fun tonight, y/n," you and enzo currently stood outside of your front door—because, of course, he walked you to the door.

"yeah, me too. this was the best night i've had in awhile," you admitted, a soft smile forming on your lips. his dark brown eyes were staring right into yours, and you were actually blushing. who was this man, and what had he done to you?

"so, i'll see ya later?," he smirked, hand moving to hold yours, rubbing circles into your soft, tanned skin.

"yeah… later," you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, but it was hard when it felt like there were so many they would rip you open from the inside, out. he leaned forward to press a tender kiss to your cheek, leaving you even redder than before.

"bye, y/n," he smiled once more before turning away to head back to his car, but not before looking back to catch one more glance of you.

you walked inside, leaning back against the door, smiling like a teenager in love—you were technically still a teenager, but that wasn't the point.

"looks like someone had fun tonight," your dads figure appeared at the entryway, a curious smirk tugged at his lips.

"yeah, i really did. he was such a gentleman, dad. we have so much in common, he makes me laugh… i seriously think this could be something, even after we leave," your smile was glued to your face, physically impossible to wipe off.

"that's great, pumpkin. 'm happy to hear it," he gave you a quick hug, "'m gonna hit the hay. have a good night," then disappeared into his bedroom.

you were too caught up in the night you just had to notice rafe overlooking—and overhearing—your conversation from upstairs.

"fine, princess. two can play at that game," he muttered under his breath before retreating to his bedroom for the night.

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