summary; rafe was terrified of commitment, terrified of being close enough to someone he loved to hurt them. so when he realises that what he really wanted was you, he begins to shut down.
warnings; this series will contain mentions of consensual sex, swearing, fighting, angst, underage drinking and drugs, 18+ CONTENT.
YES! I was wondering you could write something with the idea that drew and the reader have been together for some time maybe a couple years and they’re at a friends wedding or something having a good time with their friends and Drew’s siblings. The reader goes out on the balcony or the patio of wherever they’re partying and celebrating for a smoke break and maybe Brooke or mackayla comes out to talk to her and then drew stumbles out drunk and mackayla or Brooke kind of teases them and leaves them alone together. And drew dotes over her and is just cuddly and adorable and he sort of drunkenly confesses how he can’t wait to marry her and how inlove he is with her and it’s just fluffy and sweet.
Totally up to you if you’d like to take anything out or add anything in I don’t mind just aslong as it’s written by you :))
The Future
Drew Starkey x female!Reader
Warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing
Thank you so much my love for trusting me with this one, I absolutely loved this idea and had a blast writing it, I hope it meets your expectations!! Thank you for your words you're the cutest 💕
Logan twirled (y/n) around, the sloppy movement made the girl let out a laugh as he pulled her back to him. The music was in no way demanding the kind of dancing the two were doing, but it wasn't like the few drinks they've had already would allow them to slow it down.
Not far from them, Drew danced with his sister Mackayla, who was also having a hard time containing her laughter, along with Brooke, who stood a few feet away from her siblings recording everything with her phone.
The euphoria downed a bit when the vocalist of the band announced the husband-wife dance, making everyone step out of the center of the dance floor to make room for the newly married couple, two of the closest friends of the Starkey family.
Drew took the chance to grab (y/n)'s hand and pull her to his side, circling her waist with his arm. Naturally, she allowed her body to melt into his broad one and rested her head against his shoulder, as they watched in awe the couple dance in front of them and pushing to the back of her brain the picture of it being her and Drew.
(y/n) had never put much thought into marriage, she always intended on letting things happen at the right time and with the right person. But after almost three years (and counting) into a relationship, and witnessing another couple tieing the knot with her boyfriend beside her, she couldn't help but think about the future. A possible future with him.
The loud cheers and applause brought her back to reality and she glanced at the man beside her to see him already looking at her with a cheeky smile decorating his lips. Before (y/n) could ask her boyfriend what he was smiling for, Drew tightened the grip on her waist to close the small distance between them, glueing his lips to hers for a few seconds, until Logan forced himself between the couple to purposely interrupt the display of affection.
“Time for cake my dudes!”
The two rolled their eyes at the interruption but followed the boy to their designated table, where they would be served cake and more drinks.
And a lot of drinks were had, at least Drew, Mackayla and Logan were taking every drink that was offered to them and it was clear some of it was already showing its effects. (y/n) and Brooke remained the most sober but their uplift mood was good competition for the other three’s. The youngest Starkey sibling held her phone in front of her and (y/n) for a quick picture, that then turned into multiple pictures, mostly silly ones, and more recording of the remaining Starkey’s shenanigans. They were probably the loudest table at that moment, but to be fair, everyone else was also a bit too much into their beverages to even pay the slightest bit of attention to them.
“I’m sweating just from sitting here, I think I’m gonna go outside and catch some air.” (y/n) told Brooke, fanning herself with her hand. The brunette girl decided to tag along, saying she was also in a much needed break from the loud party. Before they left, (y/n) kissed Drew on the cheek, letting him know where she was headed, the boy nodded and kissed her cheek back, letting the two girls to make their way outside laughing from the sudden spilt drink over Logan’s lap.
It was a warm night, clear sky and full moon. The fairy lights decorating the large garden and the sound of crickets in the distance were inviting, providing a sense of comfort and peace. (y/n) caught herself drifting away from the conversation with Brooke by getting distracted with her surroundings and noticing how happy she felt, how she hadn’t felt like that in a long time. Work had been kicking her ass and those were more the hours she spent stressing than resting.
One of the reasons she would let her thoughts wander to what the future with Drew could be was because he was there during those stressful hours, he was patient and knew how to take care of her. He was also there during her free time, always up to the most random and last hour plan she would throw his way to spend time together. Drew was always there and she loved every second of it. He was the one.
“Lover boy coming through!”
“Watch the step, watch the step!”
“God, they’re hammered.” Brooke commented, as both her and (y/n) watched the Starkey siblings make their way outside in a not so coordinated walk.
“Good thing we’re not working tomorrow.” (y/n) added, referring to her and Drew, laughing at her boyfriend almost falling after Logan bumped into him.
The three approached the girls, Drew immediately embracing his girl in a tight hug, as if he hadn’t seen her in a long time. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, and all the way up to her cheek, leaving multiple kisses there.
“I forgot how needy you are when you’re drunk.”
He chuckled and nuzzled his head back on her neck, answering with his mouth over her skin.
“M’not drunk.”
“Yeah, we’ll talk about that tomorrow morning.” she patted the back of his head affectionately, earning a childish hum in response.
“We’re gonna go back inside.” Mackayla announced, smiling at the reunited couple.
Logan winked at (y/n) and pointed at Drew, a take care of him hidden in the gesture. They headed back inside, leaving the couple alone.
After a few seconds of comfortable silence, Drew sighed contently as he tightened his embrace around (y/n), his lips meeting the skin of her neck once again, but this time letting his lips linger over the spot. She hugged him back, the height difference making her arch her back to properly reach his shoulders and respond to his kisses with some of her own on his jaw.
It was a beautiful and tender sight, a garden magically lit and a couple’s embrace making the moon and the stars jealous. Their love for each other was like a materialized force clinging to them, anyone around could see it and admire it as if it was a physical presence.
“I love you.”
That sentence wasn’t anything unheard of before to (y/n), but somehow, it felt different that time. It felt like a promise, if felt like the most certain thing he knew of and the only thing he would ever be sure about. Drew loved her.
(y/n) looked up at him without pulling away and she made sure she was holding his gaze so she could answer.
“I love you.” she pecked his lips, “So fucking much.” and pecked his lips again, but he didn’t let her mouth escape any further from his, wasting no time in holding her head gently in place to deepen the kiss. Their tongues slow danced together, almost matching the rhythm of the slow song playing inside, and if it wasn’t for the need of a breathing break, they would have kept dancing, slowly, for the rest of the night.
Drew held her against him again, resting his chin over the top of her head while hers rested on his chest.
“You know,” he started, “one day, this is gonna be our day.”
(y/n) felt tears forming in her eyes at the same time her mouth curved into a smile, relieved that her new found fantasy wasn’t one sided.
“Well, just pop the question, Starkey.”
He squeezed her body and kissed the top of her head, and looking up at the stars, holding back his own tears, he answered, disguising his will to reach his new, deepest goal. Marry her.
Bestie I have a request for Drew smut. So like, they’ve been casually hooking up for a while and while they say they’re good with the no strings attached he can’t help but get jealous when they’re out at a club and she’s grinding on someone else so he pulls her away and fucks her to show her no one else can make her feel as good as he does
no strings attached
pairing: drew starkey & reader
warnings: smut, fingering, Oral ( Male Receiving), choking, language, smoking and drinking [18+]
a/n: so sorry this took forever, been struggling with getting my requests done on top of my planned fics. I hope you loved it please let me know <33
The agreement was no strings attached, the both of them had been happy with it. They wouldn’t sleep with anyone else and if they wanted to the agreement would end, neither of them wanting to risk getting an std.
But here Drew stood staring at the you, the girl, he fucked nearly every night grinding on some worthless human, he was trying to calm himself but his knuckles turned white as his grip tightened on the glass in his hands when the guy's hands ran up your thigh.
“You good man?” Rudy questioned, his eyes landing on you. All his friends had some idea of what was going on, especially since you were always at his when they went over. They would never bring it up though, it was both yours and Drew’s choice on what you did. “I’m fine” Drew grumbled and he turned around in his spot.
Stopping himself from looking back at you he took a seat with his friends, it physically hurt him not turning around to see what you were doing. He didn’t want to be jealous; he knew you wouldn’t go home with the guy. Well, he hoped you wouldn’t, he didn’t want to end this agreement. He would be projectile vomit across the floor if he watched you leave with him, he knew he would.
“She has gone to have a smoke” Rudy comments, his eyes darting to the black door that had just slammed shut. Drew can’t stop himself and he’s fumbling out of his seat and running towards the outside area. His heart beats just a little harder, he needed you to be alone. He couldn’t walk out there to see them both. He doesn’t think he could stop himself from punching the bloke.
When he steps outside the cool air hits his skin and a shiver rattle through his body, it’s empty except for your hunched frame leant against the table. Your fingers trace the edge of the table as you press the cigarette to your lips, he stays still for a moment and takes you in.
The way you held herself confidently and looked effortlessly beautiful without even knowing. You however felt eyes on you and you're turning your head slightly, a soft smile creeps up on your lips. “Hey” Your breaths, taping the empty seat next to you.
He walks in silence but can’t stop the smile from making its way on his face. Turning your body to face him, your brows crease together when you notice his stiff demeanor. Pressing your palms to his shoulders, giving him a soft massage.
“What’s wrong?” You question, and he shakes his head knowing he has no right to be annoyed. But him keeping quiet has you annoyed, rolling your eyes and pushing the end of cigarette into the tray. Scooting the seat under you back and standing tall. “Come find me when your happy” you smile, you don’t wait for him to say anything and walk back inside.
Drew’s insides feel like they are about to burst. He should have said something, he should have told you how he felt. He had to stop being a coward, he had made you mad by staying silent. He swallows his pride and pulls himself to stand, walking towards where he thinks you have gone back to.
As he steps back inside the strobing lights flash against his eyes, he spots you almost immediately. Back pressed against a completely different person now, all he can see is red. He charging towards you and gripping your wrist.
Yanking your body towards him, he eyes the guy behind you who scurries off as he stood 5 inches smaller than Drew. “What the fuck?” You scream over the music; your eyes are wild and you're pulling your arm out of his grip.
“Come with me” he growls into your ear, his eyes flicker to his friends for a second who look on in worry. He shakes his head and mouths ‘it’s okay’ hoping at least one of them understood him under the flashing lights.
He storming towards the bathroom, you can’t deny the tingling feeling that was erupting throughout your body. The familiar warmth between your legs as he drags you into the disabled bathroom.
Standing beside the mirror watching as he locks it. One second his body is at the door the next he's gripping your throat and pushing you up against the mirror, your finger nails dig into the flesh of his forearm.
"You think it's funny to tease me?" He questions, his grip loosening on your throat slightly so you could speak. Your brows narrow at him, you were annoyed. Actually, pissed at the way he was acting right now.
You were not together; in fact, you didn't even come to the club together so he had no right to be mad at you. "Drew, we aren't dating" You state, he can tell he has annoyed you from the way your rolling your eyes at him and pushing against his chest.
“That doesn’t mean I want to see you dancing all over another guy” He argues, and you let out a loud sigh. Staring at him but choosing not to speak, you don’t even know what to say back. You didn’t want to fight but you also don’t want him to think he can do this every time and get away with it. “Nothing to say?” He questions, you shake your head in his hold.
He doesn’t want to fight so instead he presses his lips to yours and you melt into his touch, your fingers raking through his hair to pull him closer, his hand on your throat drops to grip onto your hips. He pulls you flush against his chest, bending over to move his lips with yours.
“Going to show you what little teases get” He growls against your parted lips; he lifts you up from the ground and drops your body on the small sink. Your bum barely fits but it didn’t matter, the feeling of his lips on your neck and his hands all over you had your skin on fire. “I wasn’t teasing” You breath, head thrown back onto the mirror giving him better access to your sweet spot.
“Going to fuck the brat out of you” He groans, your thighs tightening around his waist as he sank his teeth into your neck. Her could feel your moans vibrate against his lips, your hips bucking into him to cause some friction. “You want that?” He asks, his fingers fiddling with the buttons of your blouse.
“Yeah, fuck it out of me” You nods, your own fingers rushing to un button his shirt until his chest and toned abs are on display. You can’t help but run your fingertips over his skin and press your swollen lips to his chest, you can feel his heart beat against your lips.
He has pulled her top off exposing your braless chest, mouth enveloping your nipples in seconds while you tugged on his hair. You reach down between them to undo your jeans, pushing Drew off to pull them down your legs with his help.
He grabs his belt but you swat his hand away, doing it yourself and pulling him closer to you again. The only thing between you both being underwear, lips press together again this time sloppy and rushed. Hands grab at whatever they can, he pushes your hands away and cups your pussy through your soaked panties.
“Don’t tease me again okay” He states, you notice the way he clenches his jaw together. Sliding his fingers under the material of your panties, running them through your folds, gathering up your arousal to use as lubricant. His fingers pushing into you with ease, you let out a breathy moan at the feeling of him stroking your walls.
“Okay, I promise” You moan out, grinding your hips into his fingers. He picked up his speed, curving his fingers into your wet heat until they nudged at your soft spongy spot. You began to cry out in pleasure, legs shaking underneath her.
His thumb pressing circles onto your bundle of nerves, your body was convulsing in his arms as he finger fucks you on the bathroom sink. You back aching from the tap digging into your delicate flesh.
“No one else can make you feel like this” He states, his eyes set upon your flushed cheeks. He could tell you were close to release; your hearing goes slightly muffled as you took deep breaths to even out you're breathing. You couldn’t hold on anymore and let go around his fingers, soaking them in the process.
“Only you can baby” You breath, jumping down from his hold. He watches you drop to your knees. Fingers unbuckling his belt as you looked up at him through your thick lashes, pulling his thick erect cock out of his briefs.
You let it slap against his skin momentarily and take in the sight of his veiny throbbing dick, a bead of pre cum dribbling out. Your hand reaching out to smear it across the tip, reaching up slightly until your mouth hovers over it.
Kitten licking it until his hips buck into your face, you take him fully into your mouth. Your hand holding onto the rest that won’t fit, Drew’s hand reaches around to grasp your sweaty hair into a pony tail and guides you against him softly.
“Come on Brat, faster” Drew moans out, his hips thrusting forward until he hit the back of your throat. Spit started to gather in your mouth causing him to slip in and out quicker. The noises you were making as you sucked him off was throwing him over the edge, you could feel him pulsing inside of you. You knew he was close from the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
But before he finished, he is pulling out of you, confusion set upon your face as he grabbed you and pressed his lips against your moist ones. Hi tongue gliding on your lower lip to taste himself.
“Turn around brat” he orders, reaching down to place your hands on the bathroom sink. Back facing him and eyes pointed at the mirror, you watch him move behind you. Your fingers curl around the edge of the sink as he spreads your legs, the feeling of his cock sitting at your entrance but he gives no warning is thrusting into you.
You whimper out as he lets out a deep moan that vibrates his chest, his thick cock stretching your wet pussy. You can’t help the pornographic noises leave your mouth as he pounds in and out of you.
His fingers are roughly grasping your hips pulling you back into his cock. His moans fill your thoughts and you squeeze your eyes shut as he fills you up, hitting that sweet spot over and over until you can’t help the sweat forming on your body and the familiar tension build into our stomach.
Yes! Right there!” you whine, he’s picking his pace up now. Driving so deep into you, you're sure you can feel him in your stomach. You're pushing your ass out further as you stare at Drew through the mirror. His eyes focused on the way his cock moves within you, his brows creased together and bottom lip between his teeth.
“You are mine” he says, his breath is labored and you notice the light layer of sweat building on his forehead. You're both making so much noise, but you're not worried as you hear the bass of the music vibrate against the bathroom door.
“I’m so close” you state, your hips grinding down into him. He nods frantically as he drives up into you faster once more. You're both sweaty and shaking as you meet your orgasms together, you feel him twitch inside of you as you come down from your high. Your toes curling as you whine out in pleasure, your skin covered in goosebumps and white spots invade your vision.
He is pressing his lips to your shoulder blades as he pulls out of you, you notice the apple of his cheeks are flushed and he won’t meet your eyes. You grip his shoulder and pull him back towards you. “Maybe we should talk about our feeling” You propose, giving him a reassuring smile, he returns the smile with a soft kiss to your forehead and passes you your clothes.
rafe’s always had y/n on a pedestal, feelings on her side seemingly always unreciprocated. but senior year of high school, weeks apart from moving to opposite ends of the country, rafe doesn’t know if he can contain those feelings any longer
#2. just for a moment
to avoid a creepy guy at a party, y/n pulls rafe in to pretend to be her boyfriend. when someone overhears, all hell breaks lose, and their little white lie doesn’t seem to be so little anymore
#3. stay
y/n realises she could just explain it’s was only something they did to get some guy off her back, but in realising his sudden opportunity - rafe scrambles to keep their fake relationship going a little longer with some rough round the edges excuses
#4. the evolution of a girl
the couple begin their embankment on their fake relationship, realising the deal’s actually more beneficial than they’d bargained for
#5. line without a hook smut
when their families become involved, y/n and rafe are forced to pretend to be with one another whilst on their weekend to the bahamas – where things start to get a little too real
summary: rafe cameron was in for a whole rollercoaster ride with you and tommy, and it will be a ride he’ll never forget.
prologue. mama’s night out
— rafe goes out with you in hopes of sweeping you off your feet, only to end up doing just that, and getting more than he bargained for.
i. my boys
— ever since rafe said he wanted in, he’s trying his best to be the best partner to y/n and the best friend to tommy.
ii. elmo & friends
— whilst y/n was out for work, rafe and tommy spends an afternoon in together.
iii. zoom classes
— rafe and tommy are doing their very best to distract mommy from her online school.
iv. bath time
— rafe proves to be a keeper when he volunteered to give tommy a bath.
v. mario kart
— rafe and y/n was supposed to spend a night full of fun and games as soon as tommy goes to bed, but a sleepy mutter of that word made rafe realize that he needed to step up his game.
vi. three
— for tommy’s third birthday, rafe brought the two of you to the obx’s flashing carnival.
vii. family portrait
— tommy gave rafe a heart-warming gift as soon as he got back home from his first day of school.
viii. closure
— when tommy’s biological father comes back for closure, rafe’s love for tommy shows.
hey love, i hope you're doing well. could u please write something where the reader has trouble sleeping and she's tossing all night so drew just puts her in his lap and he's playing with her hair while slightly swinging back and forth to help her fall asleep? i hope it makes sense. thank you so much. have a nice day<33
TOSSIN’ & TURNING, drew starkey
summary: y/n is tossing and turning in bed all night and drew is not having it
notes: i love this request sm but i’m having writers block so it’s just a lil blurb don’t hate me 😩
warnings: none
HES listened to it all night.
back and forth, side to side.
now he’s had just about enough.
“stop movinggg” drew grumbled to his girlfriend as she turned for that seemed the millionth time that night.
“can’t sleep” y/n sighed turning to face him.
“here”
“wha-” before she could finish her sentence drew brought his hands to her hips manhandling her, not that she minded.
and lifting her onto his hips so she straddled the actor while he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into his chest.
“that’s better” drew smiled holding her close smiling as he felt her snuggle into his chest finally falling asleep for the first time that night.
tension between y/n and rafe cameron has never been short, not since they were kids. angst that grew into feelings neither could ever admit to themselves makes being best friend’s with sarah cameron a liiittle harder than it used to be.
#2. mrs. country club
after breaking down on their way to a party, sarah and y/n are left with no one but rafe to call when no one else will pick up. running errands, rafe says he can take one of them on his bike and drop them off after doing some things. sarah, being as considerate as she is, says she can walk to topper’s from there and get a ride; meaning y/n has to join rafe on some questionable errands
#3. run em up, baby
starting to work the summer at the country club had been a good job, with good pay, and good customers considering y/n comes from a well respected family. that is, until, rafe cameron enters the building.
#4. i need anyone, i need you
working late at the country club one night, y/n stumbles across a very drunk and out of it rafe who ends up accidentally breaking every emotional barrier possible.
#5. the truth is ugly. i like pretty things.
after opening up to y/n about his troubles, rafe realises that they could actually have a civil relationship despite their differences. he doesn’t remember everything he spilt, but y/n sure does, and instantly builds up any wall he began to break down with her. rafe pushes y/n to remind him of whatever he told her that she seemed so freaked out about, and he’s left wondering why it would be so bad.
#6. mind games
for the sake of his own ego, rafe’s made it his personal mission to win y/n over. constantly asking her out, pulling her aside on her shifts, flirting with her at family dinners – driving her crazy but realising his own feelings at the same time.
#7. meet me in the hallway smut
one sleepover with sarah, y/n and rafe are both wide awake. she decides after tossing and turning to confront him about what he’s been doing, at the same time he gets up to admit he really does feel things for her. the two meet in the hallway.
summary: after breaking down on their way to a party, Sarah and Y/N are left with no one but Rafe to call; meaning Y/N has to join Rafe on some questionable errands.
warnings: strong language, drug use
On one fateful Saturday night, Sarah and Y/N were on their way to a weekly kook party. Every weekend someone in the elite group was throwing some kind of session, and every weekend the girls would go. Usually, they ended up enjoying getting ready with one another than the actual party – getting slightly tispy to their perfectly calculated dressing up playlist, whilst they helped each other do their makeups and held mini fashion shows in Sarah’s room. The girls adored their ritual, even if the party tended to be a doozy.
This weekend, they were on their way to Kelce’s in Sarah’s SUV. Dolled up, screaming their favourite tunes while laughing about something cringeworthy Topper had said to Sarah the week prior.
“God, why are you dating this guy again?” Y/N said in between breaths of laughter, turning to face her best friend in the drivers seat. Sarah shook her head, still giggling.
“He’s not like that usually, I promise. I think he was trying to be romantic?”
“Well he… what’s that?” The laughter completely died down at the sound of Sarah’s car groaning, the vehicle beginning to jitter and jutter along the usually smooth roads of Figure 8, before a loud pop was heard from the back.
“Shit,” Sarah cursed, pulling over as smoke began to evaporate from the hood. Coughing and spluttering, the pair evacuated the car as soon as it was stationary, fanning the clouds away as they headed to the nose of the car to investigate.
“What the Hell?” Sarah muttered to herself, carefully lifting the hood before quickly backing away with Y/N, more smoke emitting.
“Didn’t you just have maintenance performed on this thing?” Y/N commented, covering her nose and mouth with the top of her dress as she looked at Sarah. Sarah edged forward as the smoke died down, trying to understand what had caused her beloved car to spontaneously break down.
“Fuck,” she whispered upon seeing the issue, “look!” Y/N hesitantly joined Sarah at the hood, seeing a tiny shell jammed in the engine. They both frowned, baffled as to how it could’ve even got there, but too nervous to try and remove it in case the whole thing blew.
“How…?”
“I don’t know,” Sarah sighed, “I better call my dad.”
As Sarah tried to make calls, Y/N perched on the edge of the road, her elbows resting on her knees as she held her face in her palms, zoned out as Sarah paced in front of her. Her dad was in a meeting, Rose was out with clients, Wheeze didn’t know what the Hell she was meant to do, and everyone else they knew were already at Kelce’s.
“I guess I’ll just have to call AA,” Sarah caved, sitting beside her friend before dialling the number.
“How long’s that going to take?” Y/N questioned, noting they’d already been stuck on the side of the road for fifteen minutes, still at least twenty from the party in a car. The sun had completely set, the few drinks she’d consumed wearing off. She was beginning to get cold, all she wanted to do was either go home or get to this God damn party.
Sarah shrugged, “God knows, but it’s our only option. Oh, hi there,” Sarah engrossed herself in the phone call when they picked up, trying to explain the bizarre situation as Y/N sighed, dropping her head and groaning in frustration.
Sarah was about ready to smash her phone on the ground when she returned to Y/N, informing her that AA said they couldn’t come out this late on a Saturday but would be there first thing Sunday morning.
“What do we do then?” Y/N stood, biting her nails as she rested her weight on one leg, tucking her other arm around her waist. Sarah tapped her phone against her lips as she looked around, trying to think.
“Ooh!” Sarah suddenly yelped, making Y/N jump, “why didn’t I think, I can call Rafe. I know he’s at home tonight.”
Y/N groaned, spinning and collapsing back on the pavement. Sarah rolled her eyes as she scrolled through her phone to find her brother’s contact, “I know it would like, kill you, to be in a confined space with him for more than ten seconds but it’s either him or a long walk,” she squinted, earning a very moody middle finger from Y/N in return.
“What do you want?”
“Hi to you too,” Sarah chirped sarcastically when Rafe picked up, “can you lift Y/N and I? My car broke down and you’re our only option.”
Rafe sighed through the line, “I’m busy.”
“Rafe, please, I know you’re at home–”
“I was, and now I’m busy.”
“You’d be driving us twenty minutes down the road, look I’ll literally pay you if you want or, oh!” That was when Sarah suddenly remembered something incredible she could use to blackmail her brother into driving them to a shitty party, “I won’t tell dad about the drugs I saw in your room.”
Rafe wanted to punch a wall. Well, Sarah, more specifically, or maybe himself for being so dumb as to leave drugs out for anyone to see – but he knew that if his dad even thought he was using he’d be cut off and kicked out, for sure. So he bit the bullet, slightly caving.
“Fine, but I need to make stops before I take you to whichever stupid party you’re going to. And I’m on my bike, so I can only take one of you.”
Sarah chewed on her lips, looking over at Y/N who had her head rested on her arms glancing the other way. “Where are we right now, Y/N?” Y/N suddenly snapped up, looking around and trying to think.
“Uh… Sandpark Avenue, I think…?”
“Oh, we’re like a ten minute walk from Topper’s. Look, Rafe’s on his bike so I can walk to Top’s, he can give me a ride and you can go with Rafe, okay?”
The two protested at the same time, Y/N now standing as Sarah actually had to remove the phone from her ear, wincing.
“Okay! Okay! Shut up, please! It’ll be a two minute ride on his bike, you don’t have to talk.”
“Will Topper even be in?”
“I’m going to call, but if he’s not his brother can take me.”
“Why can’t I just come with you?”
“Because…” Sarah paused, mentally preparing herself for the scolding she’d get on either end, “it’s time you two work out whatever petty thing you’ve got going on. It’s exhausting! I’m tired of it, so you’re going with him–” Y/N opened her mouth to argue, but Sarah quickly cut her off, “end of. Rafe?”
He sighed, “fine, I’ll be there in five.”
Sarah grinned, satisfied with her persuasive skills before shoving her phone back into her bag. “I better set off. Topper’s usually late to the party anyway. See you there?” Y/N sucked her teeth, giving her best friend the finger as she started to walk away, “love you too.” The blonde smiled before disappearing into the darkness.
Alone and waiting, Y/N wanted nothing more than to just… God, she felt like throwing up. She didn’t trust Rafe any more than she could throw him, and she was absolutely certain these errands he was supposedly running at eleven pm on a Saturday couldn’t have been anything other than drugs. She didn’t want any part of it, let alone being on the back of a bike with him, but just as she collected herself to start walking to the party – the humming rev of his motorbike entered her line of hearing.
Y/N closed her eyes, folding her arms. “Are you getting on or not?” Rafe lifted the helmet from his head, extending it to Y/N who didn’t seem to budge. He rolled his eyes, relaxing his arms, “look, Sarah would kill me if I left you. Get the fuck on.”
Spitefully, Y/N ripped the helmet from him, clambering on and buckling the hat up as he kicked the bike into action, revving a couple times. Y/N returned her arms to her chest, looking anywhere but his back as she seethed with rage – mainly directed towards Sarah for putting her in this position.
“You might want to hold on to something,” Rafe commented, slightly turning his head to the side. Y/N just turned her head further, refusing to acknowledge him. The boy shook his head, muttering a, “suit yourself,” before jetting off. Instantly a surprised yelp escaped Y/N’s lips, her arms instinctively going to grab the first thing she could which, incidentally, happened to be Rafe’s waist. He smirked to himself, speeding up in feeing her grip around him tighten, shouts of slowing down becoming a blur in the mix of sounds his engine made.
He ignored her protests, not slowing down till he neared his destination. The side of her face was laid firmly on his back, her eyes squeezed as tightly shut as her arms were around him, holding onto him for dear life as she feared for her own more than a few times on the journey.
After pulling up to Barry’s, his hair was well and truly messed, and Y/N was about ready to have a heart attack. She loosened her grip, allowing him to climb off the bike as she caught her breath, not quite noticing where they were.
He began to silently walk towards Barry’s, but when Y/N saw what was around her, she shouted for him to wait. With legs like jelly and veins pumped to the brim with adrenaline, Y/N removed the helmet and ran after him.
“What are you doing?” He span, suddenly stopping her in her tracks as she almost ran straight into his chest.
“If you think I’m staying in crackhead city in the middle of the night alone you’ve got another thing coming,” she scoffed. He pushed his tongue around his mouth, looking around before turning to face her again, understanding that it wouldn’t exactly be safe for her to stay out there alone. Even Rafe knew that.
“Fine, but you don’t speak a word of any of this to anyone, ever, okay? Not even Sarah, especially not Sarah.”
“Relax, she already saw your bong.” Y/N waved her arm in the air, starting to set off again before Rafe grabbed her wrist, pulling her back with ease.
“She hasn’t seen this, alright? So keep your God damn mouth shut.” Y/N frowned, ripping her wrist from his grip.
“Okay.” She spat, not liking how scary Rafe seemed in that moment. He ran his hands nervously through his hair before turning, the girl trailing behind him as they entered Barry’s.
Others were there as music bumped in the background, and Y/N watched in awe at people she’d recognised and some she hadn’t, doing all kinds of shit she never thought would exist anywhere but in Breaking Bad. She watched Rafe as he didn’t bat an eyelid, as he even nodded a hi to a few people doing bumps of coke in corners. She was shocked, to say the least.
“Country club!” A thick Southern accent emitted from the room the two entered, instantly catching Y/N’s wandering attention as she saw a long haired man crouched over a table, splitting lines of coke for him and the woman sat beside him. That’s when he noticed her, stood slightly behind Rafe as he stopped in the middle of the room. He cocked his head, sitting back in his chair as the woman started to snort the nose candy, “woo-hoo-hoo, and Mrs Country Club!Damn, Rafe, punching a lil’, ain’t ya’?”
Y/N scoffed, Rafe rolled his eyes.
“Chill, man, she’s just my sister’s dumb friend I had to pick up. You got my shit?” Barry’s eyes lingered a little longer on Y/N, watching as she shyly backed further and further behind Rafe before he stood.
“Yeah, yeah I gotcho’ shit. You got mine?”
Rafe rummaged in his back pocket, pulling out a wad of cash which he slid onto the table. Barry nodded, turning to grab whatever Rafe’s shit was. The woman noticed Y/N’s nervousness, too, and offered out a rolled up doller bill.
“Want a line?”
“No,” Rafe interrupted before Y/N could answer for herself, “no, she doesn’t.” Barry chucked a small bag of white powder at Rafe, the boy swiftly catching it before stuffing it in his pocket.
“Come on, Mrs Country Club, you don’t wanna bump? First one on me.” Barry winked, collapsing back onto the arm chair.
“Hey, I said no, man. Come on,” Rafe took Y/N’s arm, pulling her out the room and out of Barry’s before she could be offered anything else. She tugged, but he pulled harder, not letting go till they arrived at his bike.
“I know it’s a hard concept to understand, Rafe, but I can walk.” Y/N deadpanned, grabbing his helmet to slip back over her head.
“You never should’ve come in.” He half muttered to himself, climbing onto the bike and quickly starting the engine. Y/N was slightly offended as she took her previous position behind him, this time choosing to snake her arms around his waist before she could almost fly off.
“Do you seriously think I would’ve said yes to cocaine? How stupid do you think I am.”
“It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s them. They’re not good people, alright?”
Y/N laughed, “you sure don’t seem to mind.”
Rafe ignored her snarky comment, kicking the bike into action and speeding as far from Barry’s as he could. The ride wasn’t as terrifying this time, Rafe driving a little slower and a little safer till he pulled up at Kelce’s. The party didn’t show any signs of slowing down, a kook party for once actually looked inviting.
Y/N stood in front of him, returning his helmet.
“Thanks for the ride, try not to get too coked out.” She couldn’t be too nice, choosing to throw in a snide remark before beginning to walk into the party.
“I’m sorry you had to see all that!” Rafe shouted after her, making her stop. “I shouldn’t have taken you, I, uh… I’m sorry.”
“Relax,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “I’m not going to tell Sarah, you can stop grovelling.” She pivoted back to the house, this time Rafe deciding not to stop her. He looked down at his helmet, still feeling guilty for putting Y/N in that situation, before shaking anything he felt off – slipping the helmet on and returning to his original, interrupted plans to get high out of his mind.
We’re so lucky they filmed Lord of the Rings when they did. Twenty years later, they would’ve had Viggo Mortensen riding a green bike that they CGI into a horse because that’s better for some reason.
This simple feeling… is beyond Disney’s comprehension.
