for anybody that sent in requests I'll be getting to most of them after the holidays!! Hopefully before new years or ill do them all within a couple hours rn LOL
request: Hi, love your obx writing! Could I request an imagine with Drew where you had a fling during filming season 1 together and it ended on bad terms and you haven’t spoken since and then filming for s2 starts and it’s angsty. I know it’s not the best request so you don’t have to write it! Keep doing what you do, it’s amazing💕
a/n: im so sorry this took forever and its lowkey shitty but i needed to post something for once..... enjoy!!!
word count: 2.1k+
pairing(s): drew x girlfriend that wasn’t actually his girlfriend but they had a fling during season one filming!reader
warning(s): mentions of cheating, little bit of angst
“it’s gonna be fine,” madelyn said, her voice crackling with the static that inevitably came from the awful reception in the airport. “honestly i don’t know what you’re worried about. you’re both great actors, it’ll turn out fine on screen. and it’s not like people knew you guys were together anyways.”
“i don’t care about how it turns out, maddie. i’m scared it’s gonna be awkward.” you moved your phone to balance on your knee, the call connected into your airpods, as you twisted open your water. “i haven’t talked to him since, you know…”
“since the fight?”
“yeah.” you took a swig of the beverage before continuing. “i mean, it was valid, right? why i got mad at him? you would too?”
“of course i would. if chase cheated on me i’d be just as pissed as you were,” madelyn said. she continued speaking before you could interject. “but to be fair, you were never actually together. so, like, one could argue it’s not cheating.”
“you’re doing shit all to calm my nerves.”
“sorry,” the girl giggled. before either of you could continue, a voice over the pa system spoke, explaining how boarding would soon begin for your flight. madelyn heard and spoke up first. “is that you?”
“yeah. i’ll text you when i land.”
“kay. love you,” she said, and you stood up from your seat near your gate. “and don’t stress about drew. i’m sure it will be fine. not to mention i’ll be on your side no matter what.”
“thanks maddie. love you too.”
the flight to charleston was nothing short of boring, and although it was only a couple hours you found yourself growing restless before you even got to your seat. you arrived around four in the afternoon, where you collected your luggage and headed out to find a taxi before getting to the apartment complex the company had rented out—it was the exact same as last time.
you’d been on the show since last season, playing a smaller role about the same as deion did, who played kelce. in the second season your character had developed into a bigger role, and although you’d only read the first episode’s script, you knew where your role in the show was heading—you were rafe’s love interest. lucky for you, you and drew already had history, but unluckily it didn’t end well.
you barely even had time to worry, even though that’s all you’d been doing on the plane to charleston, before you were getting out of the car and heading inside. you got to your apartment—jonas had already sent you all of the information prior to your arrival—and began unpacking before you got a call from madelyn.
“are you here yet?” she asked excitedly before you even had the opportunity to mutter a greeting.
“yeah, i just got in.”
“yay! we’re gonna go grab some food before jonas wants us on set. did you wanna come with? it’s just me, chase, and rudy i think.” so no drew. you knew that maddie knew that was the biggest concern, and you mentally thanked her for that before telling her you’d meet them downstairs in ten minutes.
after dressing in something a bit nicer than your airport attire, just changing into a pair of skinny jeans and throwing on a hoodie, and leaving your hair up in the ponytail it was already in, you headed downstairs with your phone and your keys in your pocket. everyone was already there—and by everyone, you meant the people stated plus one extra person. fuck.
“y/n!” madelyn exclaimed as soon as you stepped out of the stairwell, and you barely had time to process the unwanted pair of eyes on you before maddie was squeezing you in a tight hug. you laughed, wrapping your arms around the girl as you hugged her back. “oh my god, i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever.”
it was true—after finishing promo for season one you returned to your home in new york, whereas everyone else resided in la or their own homes across the country. you hadn’t properly seen everyone since you left, and seeing as madelyn was your closest friend in the cast the feeling of relief when she saw you was mutual.
“it’s been months, dude.” you pulled away from the hug, smiling before meeting chase’s eyes and pulling the boy in for a hug. the same went for rudy and you shared an awkward nod with drew—one that made you physically cringe. it was an understatement to say you left things on a bad note with him, before confessing your feelings for the boy immediately after finding out he’d been talking to other girls. you felt like an idiot, discovering that your feelings weren’t reciprocated, and seeing him again months later wasn’t doing shit to repress them.
“how are you?” drew asked, his voice faltering as he reached behind his head to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. he looked good, better than he did the last time you’d seen him. his arms, currently flexing under the thin material of his t-shirt, were much bigger and he looked bulkier—had he been working out? no—what the fuck were you thinking? you couldn’t be thinking like this.
“i’m good,” you answered in an overly confident tone, adding a firm nod for effect. drew hummed, rolling his lips into his mouth as he nodded as well. “what about you?”
“good, good.”
“mhm.” it was awkward—the situation was so unbearably uncomfortable that even rudy suggested you get going, and rudy was always the one who enjoyed the awkward, pain-staking moments in your’s and drew’s relationship. unfortunately, there would be a lot of them. especially now that you were literally being forced to rekindle your relationship as your own characters on the show.
you just prayed to god that drew was as good an actor on screen as he was off.
***
since the original cast of season one had stayed quite consistent with the transition to a second season, nothing had really changed where they needed a recasting, or to take a step back in a completely different direction. but there were some things that needed reevaluating. for example, in season 1 some characters didn’t even cross paths. but in season 2, they had new characters and new relationships sprouting which meant the actors needed to do a chemistry read. this is what you spent the next three days doing—chemistry reads with your scene partners. and ninety percent of those scenes were with drew.
jonas knew that the two of you had a sort of ‘fling’ as he called it, and that it’d ended after promo did. that was the main reason he called for a re-evaluation, because he needed to make sure the two of you were comfortable and the characters hadn’t really interacted before this season. it wasn’t difficult to do a reading with drew, as he was a phenomenal actor as were you, but it was the aftermath that made you regret even coming back to charleston.
“okay, y/n, a little more fear. you just found out literally everything that rafe did—you’re genuinely terrified for your life right now. you’re in the presence of a literal murderer,” jonas instructed, and you nodded from where you stood, highlighted script in hand. the director turned to drew. “drew, less anger. like you’re trying to get her to understand but ultimately you want her to know that she can trust you.” drew nodded. “okay, action!”
“you… you did what?”
“you know why! you know why i did. he… he was gonna die and i— i had to save him. i saved him.”
“rafe, you’re… you’re a murderer. and— and john b, he took the blame, and… and…”
drew’s line was coming up, but when the time came he paused. breaking character, drew pointed to the script, looking up at jonas. “did you want the stage directions done as well for the read or…?”
“if you can that would be great,” jonas answered, and you and drew nodded. “okay, start from y/n’s last line.”
“rafe, you’re… you’re a murderer. and— and john b, he took the blame, and… and…”
“it’s okay, baby.” drew took a step forward, his eyes lifting off the script to meet yours as he placed a hand on the side of your neck, his thumb moving over your cheek. “my dad took care of it and… and they won’t know. john b died and—”
“and so did sarah, rafe!” you brought your hand up, ripping drew’s away from you as you yelled. “she’s your— she’s your sister, rafe!” thinking back to jonas’s words, you added a hint of fear to your tone, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared at the boy in front of you, envisioning him as his character and nothing more. “you killed them.”
“okay, cut!”
snapping back to reality, you let out a breath, turning back to jonas as you shook out your body, making sure you were back to real life instead of acting. jonas looked between the two of you happily.
“that was fantastic. i knew it’d be good with the two of you and the chemistry between you but i just wanted to make sure. i think that’s all i need to see,” he said, and drew smiled as you let out a sigh of relief, happy to be done with work for tonight.
once you wrapped up, you stepped outside the main doors of the building, moving to pull your phone from your pocket to text maddie and ask if she wanted to grab some food, since you were starving. unfortunately, drew had the same idea. he came up behind you all too quickly, giving you a startle as he appeared next to your side unprovoked.
“oh, jesus,” you cursed, flinching when you saw him appear out of the corner of your ear. the boy chuckled, apologizing quickly. “it’s okay, you just scared the shit out of me. you, um— good job. in there. with the chemistry reading.”
“you too,” drew said with a slight smile. you couldn’t tell if it was one of pity or genuineness. you hoped for the latter but expected the former. “i don’t really know why he made us do that—i mean, i think we got that scene in the bag.”
“yeah?” you slipped your phone back in your pocket, giving drew your full attention. you were curious as to what he thought. “what do you mean by that?”
“they’re obviously endgame, our characters,” drew said, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his coat jacket. you giggled at his use of the colloquial term but continued to listen to him speak. “i shipped them from the beginning of the show, honestly. everyone was shipping rafe with a pogue but like, kooks for the win.”
“you shipped them from the beginning?” you questioned, and drew nodded easily.
“yeah. i mean, it was obvious. their chemistry is just too good to go unnoticed,” he explained, his eyes shifting down to meet yours mid-sentence. you felt a smile creep across your lips before you glanced down at your feet, tucking some hair behind your ear. “do you wanna grab some food? i’m starved.”
looking back up at drew, you nodded. “all that chemistry practice making you hungry?”
“is it really practice if we already have it mastered?” you said teasingly, and drew let out a laugh, one full of genuineness and that had his cheeks pushing up to crinkle his eyes. you missed that laugh, the sound and how cute it looked. how innocent he looked.
then you realized he wasn’t innocent. he’d hurt you, bad, and you’d almost forgot about it. you almost forgot about the weeks you went crying yourself to sleep because you weren’t important to him, you weren’t what he was to you and that would never not hurt, knowing that the boy you loved didn’t love you back.
you almost forgot.
“hey, i think i’m actually gonna skip out, go home early,” you mumbled, crossing your arms as you scrunched your nose a little, a telltale sign that drew recognized was you lying. hiding something, not telling him the full story. drew knew you better than you thought, despite all the hurt he’d caused and the few months you’d gone without speaking. he could still read you so easily, easier than even you could.
“oh?”
“don’t really feel good,” you lied, offering him a small smile. drew didn’t buy it. “i’ll see you tomorrow, though.”
“okay.”
before he could say anything else, you were already walking down the steps and across the parking lot. he’d lost his chance.
but then again, you never really gave him a second one anyway.
request: ‘I’m not sure if you’ll feel comfortable writing this but could you do one where the reader is dating Pope but cheats on him with Rafe at a party? And his always been sensitive when it comes to rafe because he always thought something would happen between them because of how close they were. Hope that makes sense’
a/n: oh my god… this is a phenomenal request… but at the same time how could you do this… how could EYE do this… i’m so sorry in advance. jd if you’re reading this—
word count: 4.9k+ (whew)
pairing(s): rafe x kook best friend but she’s dating a pogue even though she loves rafe but she won’t come to terms with it!reader
warning(s): underage drinking, pope being kinda mean, smut, choking, cheating, violence
***
pope was always insecure, whether it be about his physical appearance, his relationship with you, or about his entire being as a whole. he wasn’t the most confident person and you knew this. hell, you embraced it about him. you loved that about pope, how human he was. the two of you were imperfect and you always made sure to tell the other how much you admired that about each other. your relationship with pope was healthy and one of envy, many people admired the two of you.
one of those people was not rafe cameron.
you’d grown up with rafe, your families were friends and although you didn’t condone his unpredictable behaviour or ongoing attempts to ruin the pogues’ entire being, he was still a close friend of yours. your boyfriend had his opinion on rafe—everyone had their opinions on rafe—but ultimately he didn’t love you any less for being friends with him. rafe, despite what everyone thought, could actually be a good guy when he wasn’t driven by hatred or anger. you’d spent enough time with him to know.
the biggest flaw in your friendship with rafe was, ironically, your relationship with pope. when you began dating pope, your friend made sure his opinion was heard. he hated the pogues more than anything on the earth, and made it known across the island. you weren’t technically a pogue yourself, having lived in figure eight for so long, but like your close friend kiara, you chose to live the pogue lifestyle. kooks were unnecessarily rude and stuck up and overall not good people, so you chose the people you actually enjoyed the company of. like your boyfriend, pope.
“wait, i thought he was dead? didn’t he die in the last episode?”
“he came back to life,” pope explained, not very helpfully, while the two of you sat in your living room, your eyes glued to the flat screen television ahead that played pope’s favourite netflix show that you had agreed to watch. you were a little confused, and pope was doing an awful job at explaining.
“this show is whack,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. pope chuckled, his chest vibrating with laughter as your head was resting against it, his fingers twirling in your hair. you tilted your head back, making the dark skinned boy look down. “what time is it? should we go?”
pope checked the time on his phone, a curse falling from his lips as he realized how late you were. “we should’ve left twenty minutes ago.”
“babe! i told you to remind me,” you groaned, sitting up while the boy grabbed the remote to shut off the tv. grabbing his hand, you pulled pope off the couch and out of the living room, making your way through the kitchen where your mom was. “we’re leaving now. i’ll be home later.”
“bye, you two! have fun!”
“bye, mrs. y/l/n,” pope said sweetly before you dragged him out of the house. the two of you climbed into your car, and you backed out of your driveway before getting onto the main road and heading to the boneyard—the pogues were throwing a kegger, a usual saturday night for you, and you promised you’d be there about ten minutes ago.
oops.
“are you still good to dd tonight?” pope had made sure to ask on the way over. you’d appointed yourself as designated driver for the night, seeing as drinking wasn’t really your favourite thing, and since pope had mentioned wanting to let loose tonight, you figured it made sense. pope rarely drank, so you wanted him to have fun.
“yeah. you know i don’t really like drinking anyway,” you answered as you pulled into the lot off to the side of the beach. glancing over at your boyfriend who looked a little stressed, you smiled sweetly. “relax, babe. the whole point of tonight is for you to have fun, right?”
the boy nodded. pope wasn’t usually one to let loose. he was always worried about his parents or about school—somehow, you and jj had convinced him to take a break from all that tonight. how you got through to him, you had no idea.
you and pope made your way to the party, setting off to find your friends. even for the slightly late arrival, you were surprised how packed the beach was already. pogues, kooks, and tourons alike scattered across the sand, most of which had drinks in their hands as they mingled. you smiled when you laid eyes on kiara, and you pulled pope towards the group.
“hey!” john b greeted as the two of you approached. jj immediately offered pope his drink, a red solo cup full of some unknown beer, and the boy with the darker skin grimaced before downing the liquid.
“did you see rafe when you came in?” kiara asked, pulling you away from the sight of your boyfriend nearly gagging at the alcohol he’d just drank. at the mention of the kook’s name, you frowned and shook your head. rafe was at a boneyard party? “i saw him with kelce a couple minutes ago. who invited him?”
“it’s rafe cameron,” jj stated. “he doesn’t need an invite.”
the night went on, a bit boring from your perspective as everyone around you was drunk. even pope had gotten hammered, the boy being a total lightweight and getting tipsy off two beers. you had a hard time holding pope up as he stumbled around, while also trying your hardest not to laugh at the boy. you’d only seen pope drunk a couple times, but it would never fail to make you laugh at his stupid demeanour.
you don’t know when, but at some point in the night your amusement of pope’s drunken stupor had morphed into annoyance. he was acting bitchier than usual, and the alcohol (which he was downing left and right) had him turning into another person. one that you didn’t necessarily like.
“i don’t need you to parent me right now, y/n,” the boy slurred, his eyebrows downturned as he raised a weak finger at you. “you’re my bitch, not my mom.”
you scoffed—what did he just call you? “did you just call me your bitch?” you moved your arms to fold over your chest as you watched him try to find his balance with his sneakers sinking into the sand below him.
“i did! and you’re definitely acting like one!” pope shouted, a little louder than you were sure he meant. he was really getting on your last nerve.
“you know what? i’ve been standing here all night not having any fun because i promised you i wouldn’t drink,” you said. “but right now i don’t think i could even look at you without some alcohol in my system.”
“okay, fine! go get wasted, y/n,” pope said with a pout, stumbling a little as the liquid in his cup sloshed over the rim. he raised his hand again to point at you, a scowl on his lips. “go be with your kook friends! you… you kook!”
scoffing, you shook your head incredulously. you couldn’t believe how childish he was acting right now. “i can’t even with you.”
“i’ll find my own way home, y/n.” pope went off to find his friends, and you turned on your heel, practically fuming. all you wanted was a drink—thankfully, there was free beer being supplied.
just as you were working the keg, filling up a plastic cup full of the god awful, but free, beer, you felt a hand grasp your shoulder. you jumped, dropping your half full cup to the ground before turning around, seeing a familiar face. you cursed.
“rafe! ugh, don’t do that.” you bent down to pick up your cup, wiping the sand off on your shirt while rafe let out a low laugh, moving around to stand in front of you. you looked up, starting to fill your cup up again as you looked at rafe. “i heard you were lingering around. why are you at a kegger? you hate boneyard parties.”
“got nothing better to do on a saturday night,” rafe said, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against a large branch nearby. he raised an eyebrow at you, smirking boyishly. “figured i’d run into my favourite pogue here, anyways.”
smiling small, you looked back down at your drink that was nearly full. well at least if you didn’t have your boyfriend to keep you company, you had rafe. basically the next best thing.
“saw you and heyward getting into it. what happened?” rafe wasn’t looked at as a nice person, per se, but you usually got special treatment. he’d been one of your closest friends since birth, after all.
“oh, nothing. he’s just acting like a dick,” you mumbled, shutting the keg off and looking back up at rafe as he watched you intently, his eyes showing that he was listening, that he was interested. “when he drinks he gets kinda mean. it’s not really a big deal.”
“well if he’s treating you like a dick, then i feel like it is a big deal.” rafe moved to wrap an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before tapping the side of his cup with yours. “let’s get fucked up, yeah?”
you smiled up at him.
the alcohol had hit you a lot quicker than you expected, and soon enough you were stumbling around the beach with your hand clasped in rafe’s and the two of you laughing about everything and nothing. you loved rafe, the two of you had a special connection, and there was never a dull moment with him. like tonight, for example. unfortunately, you’d had a little too much to drink and were feeling a bit sick. you weren’t anywhere near sober, but rafe was so he offered to drive you home.
“if you crash sheila, i’m going to be so mad at you,” you mumbled, pointing a shaky finger at the older boy in reference to your car. rafe laughed, shaking his head as he held you up with his arm slung underneath yours. “seriously. like, so mad. wait, should i tell pope? that i’m going home? what if he’s worried or something?”
“i’m sure it’s fine,” rafe assured you, but his eyes caught sight of the pogue standing over by the trees with kiara, and rafe figured he’d do you a solid and give you the satisfaction. so rafe whistled sharply, waving the boy over. he wasn’t nearly as under the influence as he was before.
“what do you—woah, y/n, you okay?” pope placed a hand on your arm to steady you, watching as your head lolled back and forth as you giggled. you reached out, booping his nose. pope looked up at rafe. “how much has she had to drink?”
“quite a bit. i was about to take her home,” rafe explained, adjusting his arm under you. you looked completely out of it, and you felt it too as pope’s gaze darted between the two of you. he knew you were friends, obviously, but that didn’t mean he trusted rafe.
“you’re taking her home?”
“rafe is driving,” you remarked, doing your best to explain but not doing a very good job as your words slurred together. “i’m letting him drive sheila. but if he crashes her, i’m going to be sooo pissed.”
pope knew that you were not in any state to be driving, and he was still a little intoxicated himself so despite his better interest, he agreed to let rafe take you home. even if he didn’t trust the guy, he knew that rafe would never intentionally hurt you. “okay,” pope finally said with a firm nod. “can you make sure she texts me when she gets in safe though?”
rafe nodded, and the three of you said goodbye before rafe found the car and helped you into the passenger seat. he drove so smoothly that you didn’t even realize you were parked in your driveway until he was helping you inside. simply just helping you walk wasn’t doing the trick, so rafe resorted to carrying you over his shoulder as he brought you into your house. thankfully everyone was asleep so he carried you upstairs no problem, already knowing his way around your house from the many times he’d come over.
rafe set you down on your bed, the door already shut from when you kicked it closed seconds before with a giggle, and moved to dig through your dresser. rafe turned around with a t-shirt and pajama shorts in his hands, throwing them at you, who lay still on the bed, giggling wickedly.
“y/n, come on. you need to change into your pajamas because you can’t sleep in your clothes,” rafe instructed. you giggled some more, looking over at him before holding your arms out.
“you do it.”
sighing, rafe walked over to you. first he started with your pants, slipping the jeans off quite easily and helping you get into your satin shorts. then came your top. he leaned forward, one knee on the bed to stabilize himself as he began unbuttoning your blouse.
“woah there, big guy. at least take me to dinner first,” you giggled, and rafe rolled his eyes as he helped take your shirt off. you laid on the bed in your black bra and pajama shorts, looking up at him through your somehow still intact fake eyelashes, smiling innocently. “stop staring at me, creep.”
“i’m not staring.”
“you are too staring!” you pointed up at him, giggling some more before you tilted your head. “and you’re blushing.”
“i am not.” rafe grabbed the clean shirt, rolling it up to make it easier for him to put it on you, before you pouted and grabbed the shirt from him, throwing it across the room. rafe sighed, looking down at you. “y/n, seriously.”
“y/n, seriously,” you mimicked him, breaking character as you laughed again. “you’re so funny, rafe. way funnier than pope.”
“don’t say that,” he mumbled, moving across the room to grab the shirt again.
“say what? that i like you better than pope? it’s true.” you weren’t even hearing the words in your mouth, completely blacked out now from all the alcohol consumption that your little body had a hard time handling. rafe bent down to pick the shirt up off the floor, walking back over to you and throwing the article of clothing at you.
“put it on,” he said grouchily, and you rolled your eyes playfully.
“no,” you said, adding a little too much sass in your tone but you could care less. the look rafe was giving you only fueled your attitude. “who says i sleep with clothes on? hmm?”
“just put the shirt on, y/n.”
sitting up slightly, you blinked up at him flirtatiously, giving him a wicked smile. “you’re hot when you’re bossy.”
you could see his determination flicker before he quickly caught himself. scoffing, rafe shook his head and went over to switch the light off, cascading the room into a darkness that wasn’t entirely pitch black, as the lights from outside still shone in from your window. you got to your feet, a little wobbly but rafe caught you before you could fall on your face.
“you need to go to sleep, y/n.”
“why?”
“because you’re drunk and you’re gonna wish you’d slept for longer tomorrow morning.” rafe’s hands were on the curves of your waist, steadying you as you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, smiling small. rafe began looking around, seemingly trying to avoid eye contact as he rambled. “you need to text pope, too. where’s your phone? i’ll do it.”
“don’t.” your words caused rafe to look back at you, meeting your eyes. the look you held wasn’t good and both of you knew it, but that didn’t stop you from blurting, “kiss me.”
it was incredible how quick rafe responded to the request you’d just made. “y/n, no.”
“come on,” you groaned, pulling him closer by tightening your hold on him. “i don’t even like pope anyway. i like you, rafe. i always have, and i just never wanted to tell you because i was scared but i’m not scared anymore so kiss me, rafe. please.”
rafe paused for a moment, like he was processing your words. kissing you was morally wrong -- yeah, he’d been in love with you since the day you met when you were, like, two years old, but that didn’t make it justifiable for him to kiss you. not when you had a boyfriend, and not when you were this drunk.
but if you kissed him first?
“fine,” you finally mumbled after realizing he wasn’t gonna answer. “i’ll do it.” so you did, and rafe did not hesitate to kiss you back.
it was an instinct to deepen the kiss, his lips parting as your hands moved to his hair, tugging at the strands before he began walking you backwards. you found the bed, where rafe laid down and let you climb over him, your legs on either side of him as you bent down to connect your lips again. he tasted of mint and the slightest bit of alcohol, but that might’ve been you. your mind was too fuzzy to recall.
you readjusted so rafe was directly over you, one arm holding him up as the other found yours, lacing your fingers together as he pushed you down against the mattress. he was a fantastic kisser, which you had no doubt about, and knew how to move in a way that was so smooth and careful that you didn’t even realize he was grinding down on you until you felt his hard on against your clothed heat. your lips fell parted, a moan escaping as he took the opportunity to pull away and kiss down your jaw and your neck, sucking sweetly and making sure to leave a few marks. he released your hand to bring his down to your hip, lifting your leg to wrap around his torso and he squeezed the back of your thigh sensually as you felt his tongue dart out to wet the spot he’d just marked near your collarbone.
“rafe,” you breathed, your hands finding his hair, and it was then that rafe pulled away. his eyes fell down to meet yours.
“is this okay?”
“yeah.” you nodded. rafe leaned down to find your lips on his again, and you curled your fingers through his hair before he sat up. with your bottom lip between your teeth, you watched as rafe lifted his arms, one hand going to the back of his shirt and tugging it over his head. your gaze fell to his abs as he discarded the shirt, leaning forward to capture your lips over his once again. every thought or doubt of yours flew out the window when he kissed you, and you swore the rest of the night happened in a blur.
he was kissing down your body, his lips working wonders on you. one moment his tongue was inside you, working you towards the edge and the next moment it was his dick rocking inside you at a steady pace. rafe did a good job of keeping you quiet, his hand wrapped around your throat, restricting your airways just enough as he buried himself inside you time and time again. you’d never been fucked like this, this good, and it was all overwhelming that this was rafe making you feel this good. he didn’t let you forget it as he constantly made you moan his name over and over.
“feel so good around my cock, love.” the way he spoke to you made you moan even louder, the sound coming out weak as he choked you relentlessly, one hand on your throat and the other on your thigh, rubbing up and down. with your leg wrapped loosely around his hips rafe sunk into you at a different angle, hitting the spot each time before he could feel you clench around him, a knowing grunt leaving his lips as he moaned, “so fucking tight, princess. you like it when i fuck your cunt like this? you wanna cum?” you had no choice but to whine in response, the hand around your throat making it impossible to speak. “cum for me, angel. tell me how good i make you feel.”
this was far from any of the other guys you’d slept with. sure, the list wasn’t long, but it felt like nothing when you were with rafe. the way he made you cum, praising you all night long, and not to mention how he took care of you afterwards? he pulled the sheets over your body, leaving kisses across your stomach all the way up to your neck before he gave you the sweetest goodnight kiss. he rubbed your back until you fell asleep.
the next thing you knew, you were waking up in your bed with the sun shining way too bright, a frequent knocking sounding from your door. a bit confused and with a major headache pounding at your skull, you sat up, rubbing your eyes before they fell to the shirtless body in your bed next to you. his face was buried into the white pillow case as his back muscles were flexed, his arms hugging the pillow under him. fucking shit.
“y/n? honey?”
grimacing, you scrambled out of your bed, finding rafe’s shirt on the floor and slipping it over your head before turning the doorknob and opening the door slightly. “hi,” you whispered, smiling awkwardly at your mother.
“just wanted to make sure you were up,” your mom said, eyeing the way you held onto the door handle. “what, you got a boy in there?” she moved to peer around the corner but you stepped in front of her.
“no.”
“is pope here?”
“of course not,” you scoffed, gripping the handle so tight your knuckles were turning white. “i need to get changed. so, um--”
your mom got the hint, and after eyeing you again, she walked away. sighing out in relief, you went back into your room and locked the door, looking at rafe with a grimace. shit, shit, shit. shit.
“rafe,” you whisper-shouted, kneeling on the bed and crawling over to him. you sat back on your heels, placing a hand on his warm back before shaking him slightly. the boy let out a groan, mumbling something as he rolled his head to the side. “rafe, you need to leave before my mom sees you.”
“‘m fine, y/n.”
“i don’t care if you’re fine. i’m not and you need to leave.” you shook him again, and rafe rolled over fully, opening his eyes slowly before reaching a hand up to rub his eyes. quite adorably, might you add, but that was beside the point. “rafe, please.”
“i’ve spent the night before,” rafe mumbled, yawning as he stretched out his arms. “it’s fine, y/n. don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“i wouldn’t if i could find them,” you snapped, and your words had rafe sitting up in an instant. you raised your eyebrows at him, nodding. “yeah. that’s why you need to leave. and, like, now, please.”
“is he here?” rafe asked, his hand finding his hair before he peeled the sheets back and stepped out of bed, looking around for his boxers. you looked the other way out of courtesy.
“is who here?”
“your boyfriend.” you grimaced at the term, even though that’s exactly what pope was. what the fuck was wrong with you?
“no.”
“then why do i need to leave?” he questioned. scoffing, you looked back at the boy and shot him a look. was he being serious right now?
“really, rafe?”
“well i’m just saying--” rafe was interrupted by the sound of buzzing that both of you seemed to hear as you froze. slowly you stood up, following the sound to where your phone was on the ground underneath your jeans. hesitantly, you picked it up and flipped it over, reading the display name. shit. “who is it?”
“it’s pope.”
“let it ring,” rafe instructed. you shot him a look but ultimately followed his orders, watching as the call went to voicemail. then you looked back up at rafe, who had a look of guilt washed across his face. he met your eyes, licking his lips. “y/n--”
you shook your head and he fell silent.
you waited for rafe to get dressed, doing the same yourself, before you both headed downstairs rather quietly. you tried to sneak him out the back, considering he could just go across your lawn to get to his house, but by the time you opened the patio door you realized it was a shit idea. your mom was out in the backyard, thankfully with her back turned, so you ushered rafe back inside and you hurried to the front door.
“text me when you talk to pope, okay?” rafe said, looking up at you as he slipped on his sneakers. you nodded, your hand gripping the doorknob with such intensity your knuckles began to ache. rafe seemed to be the cure, though, as everything went numb when he looked at you with a certain look in his eyes while asking, “is it completely wrong that i wanna kiss you right now?”
“yes,” you said, but your hands found the sides of his neck as you pulled him down to meet your lips anyways. the kiss was quick, a bit messy but neither of you cared as you pulled away, your hearts racing. “bye.”
“mm, hold on.” rafe leaned in for another kiss, and you giggled as he pulled you close before filling the gap, one hand on your waist and the other cupping your face. against your lips he whispered, “my girl,” and you thought you would melt right then and there.
“i’m gonna kill you soon, cameron,” you whispered, and rafe pulled away with a smirk while you opened the door. you leaned against the doorframe and watched as rafe made his way down the steps of your house, but something felt wrong. his pace slowed to a stop and you frowned, peering around the corner. kiara’s car was in the driveway, but it was not kie -- it was pope. and he was pissed.
“seriously? rafe cameron?” the boy shouted as he walked around the front of the car.
“my favourite pogue. how’s life on the cut, dude?” rafe was egging him on at this point, but pope was not laughing with him -- in fact, he threw the first punch.
“pope! stop it!” you cried, running down the steps at the sight of rafe falling back from the force behind the punch. rafe laughed, standing up as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“that the best you can do, heyward?”
the dark skinned boy clenched his jaw, moving to attack rafe against but the kook was too fast and pope landed a punch to the hard brick wall of your house, and you winced in pain as you watched it. rafe laughed again, shaking his head. “i’m over here, buddy.”
“rafe, stop it!” you snapped, and the boy’s blue eyes flickered over to you. his expression softened, and in the single second he took to look at you, pope was back to defense mode. he was wailing on him, blood spewing from rafe’s lips as he fell to the pavement. you grabbed pope’s arm, spinning the boy around. “stop it, pope!”
“you didn’t fucking text me, y/n!” pope shouted, and the intensity of his voice made you take a step back. “i knew i shouldn’t have fucking let him take you home last night! i knew this would happen!”
“what, pope?” you asked, for whatever reason deciding to play dumb. “what did you know would happen?”
“you’re both kooks,” pope said, his voice a bit calmer now but the expression on his face saying otherwise. “i should have fucking known. i never trusted him. why else would he be leaving your house at nine in the morning? it’s fucking obvious, y/n. you’re even wearing his fucking shirt. you’re supposed to be wearing my shirt--you’re my girlfriend. not this prick’s.”
“he’s not a prick,” you mumbled, and pope only laughed in incredulity.
“you’re seriously defending him? holy fuck. why am i not surprised?” pope looked over at rafe, who was collecting himself from the rough encounter before. “from you, i expect this shit. but you,” pope turned to you, his eyes blazing with anger. “i thought you were better than this. but you’re just another fucking kook. i don’t know how i ever fell for your fucking lies.”
“don’t talk to her that way, man.”
“what, like she just cheated on me?” pope fired, and rafe immediately fell silent. pope scoffed, pointing with the hand he held his keys in between the two of you. “just a couple of fucking kooks. don’t even think about coming on the cut ever again. rafe, you know better than anyone i could fuck you up if i wanted.”
“would you like to prove it to me, princess?” rafe retorted snarkily, and you put a hand on his arm to ease him a bit as pope got back in his car. the pogue drove away seconds later, leaving you and rafe alone, standing in your driveway. you turned to the boy, your heart beating a million miles a minute.
rafe glanced down at you. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have--”
“no, it’s fine,” you said with a shake of your head. “i don’t care.” the crack in your voice said otherwise and rafe caught you in his arms before you even started crying. your sobs were muffled by the fabric of his shirt, your hands gripping onto the material as you squeezed your eyes shut.
“it’s okay, baby. shh, it’s okay.” as rafe held you, his fingers running through your hair soothingly, you heard the front door open and immediately your mom came running out. you gripped onto rafe tighter, burying your face in his chest.
“oh, y/n -- rafe sweetie, what happened?”
“pope came and, um...” rafe hesitated a bit, you felt his chin rest atop your head as he dropped his voice to a whisper, like he was trying to protect you from hearing. “he broke up with her. said she was just like the rest of the kooks. i saw it happen and came over.”
“oh, and he hit you? you poor things.” your mother was completely oblivious to what really happened, and you made a mental note to thank rafe later. “come on, let’s get you two inside and let me take a look at those wounds, rafe.”
as your mother walked back inside, rafe followed with his arm still around your shoulders, your hand coming up to wipe your tears. he stopped in the doorway, looking down the hall before glancing down at you. lifting both of his hands to your face, rafe wiped away your tears, his eyes soft as he met yours. “it’s okay, sweetheart.”
“thank you.”
rafe pressed the gentlest kiss to your lips before smiling small, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. you did the same with yours around his torso, burying your face in your chest. lying to pope and lying to your mom, all within the last 12 hours, was a new experience for you. but for whatever reason, when rafe was there to back you up and even take a couple punches for the sake of it, a strange feeling came with it. like... pride?
okay but i just know that drew would cry like a little baby holding your kid for the first time🥺
a/n: shut up do you want me to cry dad!drew is such a concept omg
***
You and Drew hadn’t really planned to get pregnant but once you laid eyes on your beautiful baby girl, you both immediately knew that you would do anything to keep her safe and happy. Originally, you’d been hesitant. The day you found out you were pregnant, you instantly texted Drew and the two of you had a long discussion. You’d been together a while, just over three years, but neither of you felt ready to be a parent. You left it a while before you made a big decision and eventually you both knew where you stood—it was your child. How were you supposed to give that up?
Leading up to the birth was the most stressful for you. Of course, you were in pain and freaking out and kept muttering things like, “I can’t do this, I can’t,” or “Drew, I’m not ready.” Your boyfriend tried his hardest to stay together for you—he knew it was just the nerves talking, but hell, he couldn’t say shit. Drew had fully burst into tears on the drive to the hospital (which definitely didn’t help your attempts to stay calm) and had a mild panic attack himself.
He stuck by your side the entire time, never letting go of you. Thankfully you went into labour and were dilated fairly quickly so there wasn’t too much time to be stressed—Drew was mainly the one stressing the most during go time. He held your hand, his free hand on your forehead as he pressed quick kisses to it and mumbled words of encouragement, but ultimately you knew he was scared. But hell, so were you.
By the time she was born neither of you were stressed anymore. All worry flew out the window when you laid eyes on the baby and immediately you knew you would do anything for her. Baby Sofia was born and you and Drew would do everything in her power to make sure she was happy and led a beautiful life.
“Do you wanna hold her?”
Drew glanced up at your words, his eyes leaving Sofia for the first time in five minutes. He nodded slowly, reaching out for her and gently, you handed your baby girl over to her daddy for the first time. The way Drew looked down at her had your stomach in knots. You didn’t think you could love him any more, but that boy always surprised you.
Speaking of surprises, you watched as Drew held her, a few tears escaping his eyes. You did not expect him to cry, but you understood—this all happened so fast and the baby was finally here. Drew couldn’t hold his emotions back as he sniffled, reaching one of his much larger fingers to run over Sofia’s soft cheek. She was so small, it amazed you how beautiful she was. And the boy holding her.
“Hi, baby girl. It’s Daddy.” Drew spoke with such a gentleness that you’d never heard from him before, it nearly shocked you. He began rocking her back and forth slowly, smiling down at his baby as he blinked back tears. “Welcome to the world, princess.”
getting a tattoo with drew. literally just going and being all cute and shit. It doesnt even have to be matching
a/n: i did matching because i think it’d be so adorable just to get like a tiny one because u mean so much to him like- im sobbing ok bye
***
you had gotten a few tattoos in your time but drew was completely new to the idea. the suggestion first blossomed last summer when you were laying in bed, your head on drew’s chest as his fingers trailed up and down your arm. he grabbed your hand gently, lifting it up as he traced the tattoo on your wrist. drew was completely obsessed with the ink portraits on your skin, knowing the meaning behind each of them as he’d always admired them since the day you met. his eyes scanned over the rose on your wrist, and he found himself saying, “should i get one?”
“get what, baby?” you were half asleep, eyes closed but opening once he’d said the words. you noticed him tracing the ink and smiled up at him. “a tattoo?”
“yeah.”
“if you want to.”
months went by until drew finally worked up to courage to get one. it was when you were visiting your parents in your hometown, walking down the street hand in hand. you’d taken the day to walk around town, doing a little bit of shopping. he stopped you as he saw the tattoo parlour that was across the street.
“i think i wanna get a tattoo,” drew said, and you raised your eyebrows as you looked up at him. he glanced down at you. “should i?”
“go for it.” you looked across the street. “this is where i got my first one. what are you thinking of getting?”
“promise you won’t make fun,” he said, and you laughed as you looked up at him, shaking your head. “i think matching tattoos would be cute.”
“with me?” you felt silly for asking, but your heart was in your throat at the thought of drew getting permanent ink on his skin in honour of you. he nodded, making your stomach whirl. “okay.”
“okay?”
“yeah,” you nodded. “i’m due for another anyway.” the smile on drew’s face had you grinning too, and you pulled the boy across the street and into the shop. as you entered, a little bell dinged and you waited by the front counter. “what do you wanna get?”
“would each other’s initials be stupid?” drew asked, and you shook your head as the smile on your lips only kept growing. one of the store clerks came up and you talked for a while, planning out the tattoos before they led you both inside where drew took a seat on the chair and you sat on the stool.
“i’m nervous,” he admitted, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. you giggled, shaking your head.
“it’s not as bad as you think,” you explained. “feels like cat scratches. and since we’re getting small ones it’ll be quick.”
“can i be a baby and ask you to hold my hand?” he questioned, and you nodded with a smile, reaching over to take his hand in yours.
“you already are a baby.” he rolled his eyes as you laughed, bringing his hand up to your lips as the tattoo artist walked in. the process was quick, he did drew first because you knew he’d chicken out if he had the time of yours to think it over.
“that wasn’t as bad as i thought,” drew said once the artist was done, now wiping his arm with a cloth to clean up the excess ink. you turned his hand over so you could see the tattoo—drew had gotten your first and last initials on the outside of his wrist, on the side of his arm. it actually looked really good, and he’d been a real trooper about the whole thing.
“it looks good,” you said, smiling up at him. “okay, my turn.”
once you were done and you guys paid, you left the shop, your hands clasped together as you pulled him out onto the sidewalk. drew stopped you, grabbing your arm to hold it up so he could admire the tattoo. in dark, bolded ink was the letters D.S. on your skin, in the same place as his. a smile formed on his lips as he looked at his, and then back at yours.
“i love them,” he said, meeting your eyes. you smiled, nodding in agreement. “now don’t go breaking up with me after i got your initials inked onto my skin.”
“i wasn’t planning on it.” giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes and pulling him down to meet you halfway. your lips pressed against his in a soft kiss, one that had your stomach flipping and heart racing. his hands came to your waist, smoothing over the dip of your hips as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.
“i love you so much,” he mumbled against your lips, and you couldn’t help but smile against his.
Super open to interpretation but maybe something about how Calum likes to be comforted when he’s feeling low. Maybe could be tied in with his love language, whatever you think his might be. Completely up to you, sorry if this isn’t super original! I just love soft boy cal energy 😓
on tour | ch
a/n: i love this sm!! i feel like cal would just always have to have his hands on you or just to be touching you? also i KNOW he’s a whore for having his hair played with. i hope this is what u were looking for!!
word count: i got no clue
pairing(s): calum x girlfriend!reader
warning(s): a little angst bc long distance
It’d been rough. Whenever Calum was on tour it was always rough for either one of you. The time spent between visits versus the time you spent seeing each other was incomparable. Sometimes, when you got the chance, you didn't even want to see calum while he was away because it was so hard to leave him. Today was one of those times, but you were already on your way to the venue and knew you wouldn’t see him for a few more months after this. So you went, and it probably didn't help that the boys put on an amazing performance that made you remember why he did this in the first place.
You’d snuck backstage before they played their last song so you would be there when they got off. Calum knew you were coming but that didn't stop him from giving you a bone crushing hug when he stepped into the green room, his arms wrapping around you and squeezing you like he never wanted to let you go.
“How was the show?” he asked you once the two of you sat down on the couch, a drink in your hand and Calum’s head in your lap, his beautiful brown eyes staring up at you.
“Phenomenal, as usual.” You took a sip of your drink as Calum scrolled through his phone. Eventually people started filtering out of the room until you and Cal were left alone for a moment. His voice caused you to look down, and the expression on his face made your stomach churn out of worry.
“This is so hard,” the boy mumbled, still staring at his phone with the unsettling look on his face. He looked back up at you, turning off his phone. “I hate this because I know you’re gonna leave soon.”
“I told you I’d stay at your hotel tonight,” you countered, but you knew that wasn’t what he was talking about. Soon meaning sooner than he’d like. It didn’t matter how many hours you had with him when neither of you wanted to let the other go in the first place.
“I fucking hate this, Y/N.” His voice broke in the middle of his sentence and you felt a piece of your heart go with it. He was completely, utterly right. You fucking hated this.
“Let’s just focus on now.” You tried your best to keep it together for him. Calum was always one to think long term, and you found yourself grounding him most times. Your fingers found their way into his hair, maneuvering around the curls and scraping his scalp slightly as he fluttered his eyes closed. You had to look away, focusing your attention on the stack of plastic cups across the room. If you studied him any longer you’d remember the little things about him that you didn’t want to—you didn’t need anything else to dwell on.
Calum rolled over so he was laying on his side, legs tucked like a child while his head stayed perched on your lap but his arms moved to wrap around your torso. Calum always had to be touching you no matter what, it was a sign of comfort for him and you were more than happy to assist. Whether it be holding your hand or letting his fingers tap along the side of your leg, he was always making sure that you were there.
“I love you,” you said, glancing down at the boy. His eyes were still shut, lips parted as he breathed steadily, fingers clutching onto your shirt.
“Love you,” he whispered softly, and you could tell the boy was seconds away from falling asleep. You had to blink your eyes a few times to stop from crying, not wanting to bring your hand up to your face because then Calum would know something was wrong. Even though you both knew it anyway.
