˚₊‧꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐁𝐮𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 !

You had been clean for months when your life fell apart, your therapist would tell you how proud she was after every session, you saw how the light in your mothers eyes slowly appeared after every day you'd spent sober.

And then boom.

You lost it again, just like that all the control you once had was gone, all your sense of sanity was gone.

You were back at square one again.

You weren't sure exactly how it happened, but you had just a little too much to drink at a party and opened up about what was going on in your life to a random group of people.

Someone tipsed you about him, said it would make you feel like yourself again.

How could one even make up such lies?

Drugs were never the right way to go, ever.

You knew that, you'd been there before, and you regretted it. But in that moment, when you were the most vulnerable—you fell for it.

Again.

The walk to Tannyhill was long and quiet, the anxiety building up slowly like rocks in your chest, heaving you down.

And then you were there, hesitating slightly before knocking as if you knew that you'd regret this later, as if you knew that this was incredibly stupid.

It was quiet for a second, a second too long and you had the chance to consider turning on your heel atleast thrice before he opened the door.

His eyes met yours, studying you up and down with a gaze that said he was more than just a drug dealer.

He probably had a few women over right now aswell.

– "Well, well, well" he begun, smirking slightly as he leaned against the doorframe. "What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?"

The question coiled in the air for a moment, almost as if you yourself even needed some time to think before remembering what you actually were doing there.

– "Someone said I could buy from you" you spoke, voice quiet as you stared at the ground awkwardly.

He frowned, a quiet laugh escaping him through a breath. – "You wanna buy?"

You rolled your eyes, mostly cause you were insecure, – "Yeah, you got a problem with that?"

He shook his head, – "Nah, I was just shocked, come on in then" he spoke, closing the door behind you with a thud.

As you entered the hallway you noticed a shift in his demeanor, as if he saw the real you.

He swallowed, taking a deep breath before speaking. – "Why don't.. why don't you wait here" he murmured, walking towards another room with quick steps.

You assumed he was having a girl over and didn't want you to see her, it could've been anyone really—A kook, a pogue, someone you knew really well, someone you didn't know at all.

He came back quickly, holding a bag of something that looked like coke inside of it—the lump in your throat immediately returned.

All the memories from when you were an addict returned.

He handed you the bag with a sigh, – "I can't give you that" he whispered, pulling it back in a swift motion.

– "What?" You raised an eyebrow, and in that moment you wanted to punch him—which was unusual for you.

You hadn't punched someone since first grade when a boy said something extremely misogynistic and you lost it—even though you probably had no idea that it was misogynistic at that time.

You just knew that it was wrong.

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, – "Look, it's gonna ruin your life, I can't let that happen." He begun, and you wanted to puke at how awkwardly nice and pathetic he was.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing slightly, – "Why? You sell drugs all the time" your voice was strict, perhaps stricter than you meant it to be.

It didn't matter.

– "Yeah but you're so young, you don't.." he started, taking a break to have room to breathe and then he continued; "You'll regret this"

You rolled your eyes again, trying to yank the bag out of his hands, he didn't let you. – "Rafe are you serious? We're the same age you dickhead"

He pulled back, – "It doesn't matter! Okay? I can't give you this"

– "Yes you can!" You shouted, finally taking the bag from his hands. "I'm not five, and it's not like this ever has been legal"

He clenched his fists turning his back to you, whispering something you couldn't quite hear, and then back to you. – "You'll ruin your life, I can't let you do that"

– "Yeah just like ruined yours?" You spoke, turning on your heel, the door groaned as you opened it.

A loud thud filled the room as he pushed you towards the door and it closed by your weight. – "Don't fucking do this to me, you can't ruin your perfect life" he begun, taking a step back. "Okay? You have everything, okay? I can't just let you throw that away, I can't just let you ruin that"

You pushed him back, even though you didn't make that big of an impact on his muscular body. Perhaps a small bruise at least? – "My life was ruined long ago! So you don't have the right to speak? Okay? You don't know anything about me or life"

Tears dwelled down your face, leaving ugly strands in your makeup. "You're just the dealer Rafe, you're fucking nothing to me. So just let go!"

He inhaled through his nose, a deep heavy breath as if he was trying to ground himself. As if he was trying to bury all his anger.

And then he let you go.

Just like you asked him to.

But he would never forgive himself, never.

Every time he'd see you on the streets, dark undereyes and redshot eyes, he'd be reminded that he ruined a pretty girls life.

A pretty girl who used to be his wife when he daydreamed about his future life in second grade.

He ruined a pretty girls life.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - Do not use or copy my work without permission, love y'all and thank you for reading!

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: aghh this is truly so bad but writers block has been getting to me recently !! It's been awhile since i've posted and writers block is quite literally the only reason. If you have any ideas please send in requests in my inbox !! Love every single one of you and i'm sorry if this disappointed. Not proof read cause i'm just not motivated atm sorry

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻:

𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈. 𝄞⋆

⤷ 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⤷ 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ⤷ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢. 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝟖-𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲. 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲. 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥. 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐭. 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚. 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬.

˗ˏˋ '𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭.❞﹒

𝐁𝐮𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 !

You had been clean for months when your life fell apart, your therapist would tell you how proud she was after every session, you saw how the light in your mothers eyes slowly appeared after every day you'd spent sober.

And then boom.

You lost it again, just like that all the control you once had was gone, all your sense of sanity was gone.

You were back at square one again.

You weren't sure exactly how it happened, but you had just a little too much to drink at a party and opened up about what was going on in your life to a random group of people.

Someone tipsed you about him, said it would make you feel like yourself again.

How could one even make up such lies?

Drugs were never the right way to go, ever.

You knew that, you'd been there before, and you regretted it. But in that moment, when you were the most vulnerable—you fell for it.

Again.

The walk to Tannyhill was long and quiet, the anxiety building up slowly like rocks in your chest, heaving you down.

And then you were there, hesitating slightly before knocking as if you knew that you'd regret this later, as if you knew that this was incredibly stupid.

It was quiet for a second, a second too long and you had the chance to consider turning on your heel atleast thrice before he opened the door.

His eyes met yours, studying you up and down with a gaze that said he was more than just a drug dealer.

He probably had a few women over right now aswell.

– "Well, well, well" he begun, smirking slightly as he leaned against the doorframe. "What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?"

The question coiled in the air for a moment, almost as if you yourself even needed some time to think before remembering what you actually were doing there.

– "Someone said I could buy from you" you spoke, voice quiet as you stared at the ground awkwardly.

He frowned, a quiet laugh escaping him through a breath. – "You wanna buy?"

You rolled your eyes, mostly cause you were insecure, – "Yeah, you got a problem with that?"

He shook his head, – "Nah, I was just shocked, come on in then" he spoke, closing the door behind you with a thud.

As you entered the hallway you noticed a shift in his demeanor, as if he saw the real you.

He swallowed, taking a deep breath before speaking. – "Why don't.. why don't you wait here" he murmured, walking towards another room with quick steps.

You assumed he was having a girl over and didn't want you to see her, it could've been anyone really—A kook, a pogue, someone you knew really well, someone you didn't know at all.

He came back quickly, holding a bag of something that looked like coke inside of it—the lump in your throat immediately returned.

All the memories from when you were an addict returned.

He handed you the bag with a sigh, – "I can't give you that" he whispered, pulling it back in a swift motion.

– "What?" You raised an eyebrow, and in that moment you wanted to punch him—which was unusual for you.

You hadn't punched someone since first grade when a boy said something extremely misogynistic and you lost it—even though you probably had no idea that it was misogynistic at that time.

You just knew that it was wrong.

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, – "Look, it's gonna ruin your life, I can't let that happen." He begun, and you wanted to puke at how awkwardly nice and pathetic he was.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing slightly, – "Why? You sell drugs all the time" your voice was strict, perhaps stricter than you meant it to be.

It didn't matter.

– "Yeah but you're so young, you don't.." he started, taking a break to have room to breathe and then he continued; "You'll regret this"

You rolled your eyes again, trying to yank the bag out of his hands, he didn't let you. – "Rafe are you serious? We're the same age you dickhead"

He pulled back, – "It doesn't matter! Okay? I can't give you this"

– "Yes you can!" You shouted, finally taking the bag from his hands. "I'm not five, and it's not like this ever has been legal"

He clenched his fists turning his back to you, whispering something you couldn't quite hear, and then back to you. – "You'll ruin your life, I can't let you do that"

– "Yeah just like ruined yours?" You spoke, turning on your heel, the door groaned as you opened it.

A loud thud filled the room as he pushed you towards the door and it closed by your weight. – "Don't fucking do this to me, you can't ruin your perfect life" he begun, taking a step back. "Okay? You have everything, okay? I can't just let you throw that away, I can't just let you ruin that"

You pushed him back, even though you didn't make that big of an impact on his muscular body. Perhaps a small bruise at least? – "My life was ruined long ago! So you don't have the right to speak? Okay? You don't know anything about me or life"

Tears dwelled down your face, leaving ugly strands in your makeup. "You're just the dealer Rafe, you're fucking nothing to me. So just let go!"

He inhaled through his nose, a deep heavy breath as if he was trying to ground himself. As if he was trying to bury all his anger.

And then he let you go.

Just like you asked him to.

But he would never forgive himself, never.

Every time he'd see you on the streets, dark undereyes and redshot eyes, he'd be reminded that he ruined a pretty girls life.

A pretty girl who used to be his wife when he daydreamed about his future life in second grade.

He ruined a pretty girls life.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - Do not use or copy my work without permission, love y'all and thank you for reading!

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: aghh this is truly so bad but writers block has been getting to me recently !! It's been awhile since i've posted and writers block is quite literally the only reason. If you have any ideas please send in requests in my inbox !! Love every single one of you and i'm sorry if this disappointed. Not proof read cause i'm just not motivated atm sorry

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻:

𝐁𝐮𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 !

You had been clean for months when your life fell apart, your therapist would tell you how proud she was after every session, you saw how the light in your mothers eyes slowly appeared after every day you'd spent sober.

And then boom.

You lost it again, just like that all the control you once had was gone, all your sense of sanity was gone.

You were back at square one again.

You weren't sure exactly how it happened, but you had just a little too much to drink at a party and opened up about what was going on in your life to a random group of people.

Someone tipsed you about him, said it would make you feel like yourself again.

How could one even make up such lies?

Drugs were never the right way to go, ever.

You knew that, you'd been there before, and you regretted it. But in that moment, when you were the most vulnerable—you fell for it.

Again.

The walk to Tannyhill was long and quiet, the anxiety building up slowly like rocks in your chest, heaving you down.

And then you were there, hesitating slightly before knocking as if you knew that you'd regret this later, as if you knew that this was incredibly stupid.

It was quiet for a second, a second too long and you had the chance to consider turning on your heel atleast thrice before he opened the door.

His eyes met yours, studying you up and down with a gaze that said he was more than just a drug dealer.

He probably had a few women over right now aswell.

– "Well, well, well" he begun, smirking slightly as he leaned against the doorframe. "What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?"

The question coiled in the air for a moment, almost as if you yourself even needed some time to think before remembering what you actually were doing there.

– "Someone said I could buy from you" you spoke, voice quiet as you stared at the ground awkwardly.

He frowned, a quiet laugh escaping him through a breath. – "You wanna buy?"

You rolled your eyes, mostly cause you were insecure, – "Yeah, you got a problem with that?"

He shook his head, – "Nah, I was just shocked, come on in then" he spoke, closing the door behind you with a thud.

As you entered the hallway you noticed a shift in his demeanor, as if he saw the real you.

He swallowed, taking a deep breath before speaking. – "Why don't.. why don't you wait here" he murmured, walking towards another room with quick steps.

You assumed he was having a girl over and didn't want you to see her, it could've been anyone really—A kook, a pogue, someone you knew really well, someone you didn't know at all.

He came back quickly, holding a bag of something that looked like coke inside of it—the lump in your throat immediately returned.

All the memories from when you were an addict returned.

He handed you the bag with a sigh, – "I can't give you that" he whispered, pulling it back in a swift motion.

– "What?" You raised an eyebrow, and in that moment you wanted to punch him—which was unusual for you.

You hadn't punched someone since first grade when a boy said something extremely misogynistic and you lost it—even though you probably had no idea that it was misogynistic at that time.

You just knew that it was wrong.

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, – "Look, it's gonna ruin your life, I can't let that happen." He begun, and you wanted to puke at how awkwardly nice and pathetic he was.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing slightly, – "Why? You sell drugs all the time" your voice was strict, perhaps stricter than you meant it to be.

It didn't matter.

– "Yeah but you're so young, you don't.." he started, taking a break to have room to breathe and then he continued; "You'll regret this"

You rolled your eyes again, trying to yank the bag out of his hands, he didn't let you. – "Rafe are you serious? We're the same age you dickhead"

He pulled back, – "It doesn't matter! Okay? I can't give you this"

– "Yes you can!" You shouted, finally taking the bag from his hands. "I'm not five, and it's not like this ever has been legal"

He clenched his fists turning his back to you, whispering something you couldn't quite hear, and then back to you. – "You'll ruin your life, I can't let you do that"

– "Yeah just like ruined yours?" You spoke, turning on your heel, the door groaned as you opened it.

A loud thud filled the room as he pushed you towards the door and it closed by your weight. – "Don't fucking do this to me, you can't ruin your perfect life" he begun, taking a step back. "Okay? You have everything, okay? I can't just let you throw that away, I can't just let you ruin that"

You pushed him back, even though you didn't make that big of an impact on his muscular body. Perhaps a small bruise at least? – "My life was ruined long ago! So you don't have the right to speak? Okay? You don't know anything about me or life"

Tears dwelled down your face, leaving ugly strands in your makeup. "You're just the dealer Rafe, you're fucking nothing to me. So just let go!"

He inhaled through his nose, a deep heavy breath as if he was trying to ground himself. As if he was trying to bury all his anger.

And then he let you go.

Just like you asked him to.

But he would never forgive himself, never.

Every time he'd see you on the streets, dark undereyes and redshot eyes, he'd be reminded that he ruined a pretty girls life.

A pretty girl who used to be his wife when he daydreamed about his future life in second grade.

He ruined a pretty girls life.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - Do not use or copy my work without permission, love y'all and thank you for reading!

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: aghh this is truly so bad but writers block has been getting to me recently !! It's been awhile since i've posted and writers block is quite literally the only reason. If you have any ideas please send in requests in my inbox !! Love every single one of you and i'm sorry if this disappointed. Not proof read cause i'm just not motivated atm sorry

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻:

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬!

It all started after that argument, the one that had him throwing beer bottles towards your face. The one that had been coiling in the air for months.

The one you tried so hard to ignore.

– "You need to stop doing drugs Rafe, you're fucking losing it!" You had shouted at him, perhaps a little louder than you wanted to.

– "I know! I'm trying! I'm trying! But you don't understand how much shit i'm going through! You never will!" He shouted back, hands in the air, eyes bloodshot from whatever he had taken.

You knew it wasn't about the "shit" he was going through. He did drugs long before his father died, long before sheriff Peterkin died.

But perhaps he felt better when he hid behind that as a reason.

You argued long into the night, you worried that the neighbours heard you—they probably did. But they were used to screaming and shouting coming from Tannyhill, the Camerons were not the most stable family.

Especially not after what happened last year.

And after some time, Rafe promised to stop.

Probably only because you threatened to break up with him if he didn't.

The night ended with tangled sheets and the screaming being replaced by moaning. You had no idea how you ended up letting him after the two of you had such a big argument just moments earlier.

But you did, maybe to distract yourself from just that.

Cause that was all that sex was. A distraction.

In your relationship atleast, and Rafe would notice that aswell sooner than you had hoped.

He did great at first, he was clean for almost a week. And then he relapsed.

An argument with Rose, atleast that was what he told you. It could have been nothing, he was an addict after all.

He inhaled half a line before stopping himself, your earlier words echoing in his head;

"If you're high all the time we can't be together Rafe, I can't date someone who puts drugs before everything else. Do you even want a future?"

Yeah that sure as hell stung.

He did want a future, with you. — A future in which you would raise your kids together, in a big fancy house, just like Tannyhill. But it would be happier, less arguments and drinking.

It would be a real home.

He never got that, and that was all he ever had wanted.

A real home.

Was it truly too much to ask for?

So instead of doing drugs he made his way to your house, climbed through your window, half high—extremely risky. But he still did it, for you, or for himself.

For himself.

You noticed that he was stoned the second he stepped a foot on your floor. Not super high, just enough for it to be noticeable.

You stood up from your spot in your bed and he immediately found your lips, pulling you into a fierce kiss. – "Baby, I need you" he murmured against your mouth.

You pulled away from him, – "What?!" You were already out of breath from the earlier kiss.

– "I said I need you." He begun, "please." And then he kissed you again, slowly walking you towards the bed.

His lips found your neck, his hands sneaked in under your shirt. Skating over the hot skin of your waist with practiced ease.

You gasped, your back arching off the mattress.

He grinned, placing kisses trailing down from your jaw to your collarbone. He helped you out of your shirt, umbuckled the clasp of your bra and then continued his way down your breasts.

You fucked, smoked on the balcony, fucked, smoked on the balcony—you didn't even know how many times he fucked you that night, you lost count somewhere between the cigarettes and orgasms.

He came back the next day, horny and miserable, his mind only really thinking about drugs but somehow making it about you.

You fucked until the early hours of dawn, and then he left, as if nothing had happened.

You didn’t mind it at first, atleast he was sober, but after some time it became extreme.

Whenever something slightly bad happened in his life, he'd turn to you and your body. And whenever you weren't close, he'd call you, breathing ragged, just asking you to speak to him—and you immediately understood what was going on.

You told yourself that it didn't matter, that he was trying his best and that as long as he was clean from the drugs—nothing else mattered.

But he had developed an unhealthy obsession and relationship with you, one he used to distract himself from his drug addiction.

And you didn't know how to get him out of it. For once, you didn't know how to help.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - Do not use or copy my work without permission, love y'all and thank you for reading!

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is really not what I imagined but it feels like I haven't posted in so long.. five days but still. The initial story and prompt idea is great but I fucked up the ending so.. yeah 🥲 only half proof read cause I gotta go to sleep..

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