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JJ MAYBANK EDIT

personally i don’t think so but convince me otherwise ????

— jj maybank moodboard.

lovely people + some random tags:

[using some of my tags from my hockey blog.]

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drugs, reader gets abused by Barry (section is short but marked if you’d like to skip), Rafe fights Barry

Word Count: 1.3K

Request: “OK maybe a Rafe imagine where he owes money for drugs and his drug dealer aka Barry comes to collect from the reader and maybe roughs her up a little and when Rafe finds out he loses it. He's super protective and would never let anyone touch her 😭💕”

A/N: My first Rafe imagine :) I got a lot of amazing requests today and I’m so excited to get into them. I hope you enjoy this one.

Dealing drugs was never your first choice but it made you a living. Money had always been something you couldn’t go without, so when your parents kicked you out at 18 you had no choice but to find something fast. Your appearance didn’t pay for itself.

After countless parties and bonfires with your Kook friends, you noticed that drugs had always been their friend but you’d never see the day you’d go to Barry asking if he was hiring. He didn’t want you to be part of the life, it was all too dangerous and besides, you hardly even knew the guy. However, you convinced him otherwise. “Barry, I’m perfect for the job. I’m always around those coke fiends and I’m the most inconspicuous drug dealer. How can they suspect the little Kook princess of selling her friends coke?” His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head. “Fine, you can have Rafe and a couple of his friends for now. I want to test the waters with you, Miss Princess.” And so the deal was done and your first job was Rafe Cameron, your best friend’s brother, and his jackass friends.

After a few weeks on the job, you found it to be easy, especially now that Barry had gained trust in you up until this week. Rafe was late on payment again and since he was your customer, your duty. You knew that it was your ass on the line so you had to do what you had to do. 

Y/N: Anyone home rn?

Rafe: No, just me and Topper. Why what’s up?

Y/N: Need to talk. See you in 5.

It took a minute but you drove up, fixing your shorts a little high and checking your makeup hoping it’d somehow make him a little more eager to finally pay on time. “Hey Rafe, you’re late again. Barry’s getting on my ass!” You walked up to him and Topper, walking with a little extra bounce in your step making sure to get their attention. “You know Y/N you’re looking pretty hot today, m-” you gave Topper a glare. “Any other time but not right now.” You had to drop the bitchy act and get straight to it. “Barry will not hesitate to fire me or worse if you’re late again. Maybe you and Top can half this payment and I’ll throw in a couple extra grams next time?” You made your best pout but it didn’t work. “I-I just don’t have it right now. I had to take care of some other shit.” You sighed heavily, hand resting on your hip. “Fine then, I gotta go.”

You drove back to Barry’s later that night, your heart beating out of your chest. He was having a bad week and was already on edge because of deliveries and you couldn’t help but let yourself cry. Even if a lot of this money was for clothes and fancy makeup, those things weren’t your priority anymore. Since the job started the money had been going to your apartment and even the money from this wasn’t even cutting it for that anymore and you were on the verge of being homeless yet again. You had to tell him though. 

*if abuse is triggering please skip this section*

“Why’s the princess crying?” The ignorance in his voice only fueled the emotions pouring. “He didn’t have it.” The words barely came out in time until his hand reached out to your throat. It wasn’t the first time he touched “He’s your customer Y/N, I told you to fuck him if you have to and you couldn’t even do that huh?” he spat angrily treating you like some prostitute. His hand gliding down your body lower and lower until he let go with a slap. You couldn’t help but feel so empty, your throat burned as your back slid down the wall. You had to leave and you had to go see Rafe. Now.

*continue reading*

It was already 2 in the morning but you needed that money. You called and waited for an answer since he’d be up or you’d force him up. There was a rasp in your voice when you greeted him. “Rafe, meet me at your place.” he barely had time to speak before you hung up. When you arrived the porch light went on which signaled you to go inside. (You still don’t know how he managed to get such a nice house after his dad kicked him out, maybe it was all the missing payments). You went up the steps and walked in, looking down after you saw Top and Kelce passed out in a sea of empty cans. “Hey what’s wrong?” he observed you but no answer. “Hey, earth to Y/N.” His hand came up to your chin and shifted your face to look at him. It gave him an even better view of your neck, bruised and scratched, and your face marked with his hand. The tears came back to your eyes. “Barry-, and the money- and he- he touched me” Your words separated by every heavy breath you took. “I am so sorry” He pulled you in tight, his hands gripping your small frame. Even he had tears in his eyes. You’d never seen him shed a tear in your life “I knew he was a lowlife, but not enough to hit a fucking woman.” his hands tightened until he took you away as he examined more closely. “I’ll give him his fucking money if he wants it so fucking bad. I’ll make sure that bastard never gets any of my goddamn money ever again.” He went over to the cookie jar on the counter and pulled out a couple hundreds and went to Topper’s wallet and did the same. You wouldn’t ask. He was about to drag you out with him when he stopped in his tracks. “You’re gonna be safe and sound with me okay? You can stay here as long as you need, we can even share my bed if it makes you feel safer.” His eyes held sincerity. “I really love you and care about Y/N, I always have. Now let’s go kick his ass.” He grabbed your hand and gave you a helmet so you hopped on the back of his bike, holding onto his waist, a closeness you always wanted. 

You both knew the way to Barry’s house all too well and this would hopefully be the last trip there. Rafe began walking up to the house with you behind him until you heard music and laughter coming from the back. 

“Hey Barry, I finally have the fucking money you wanted.” his eyes glared up at Rafe from the lines he was getting ready to snort. “It’s about time” he slurred his words and dragged himself out of his seat. “Yeah here’s one, two, three, four, and five hundred” Rafe held it out to him until Barry got close. Once he was near him Rafe grabbed him by the collar and threw him into the dirt, kicking him in the side. The groans of pain coming out of him were music to your ears as Rafe dropped the money into bonfire right in front of him. “Paybacks are a bitch. Think about it next time you lay your hand on anyone.” Before you left it took a final spit on his face to feel empowered enough to return to your new home.

As the sun began to rise you rode back to Rafe’s, stopping at your shitty little apartment to get your things. Once you arrived at the house you began setting up your part of the room. 

You were hanging your clothes until you were pleasantly surprised to feel Rafe’s arms around your waist, “You know I’m glad I confessed my feelings after 9 years of having to deal with seeing you hang out with my lovely sister every day” “And I’m glad I was friends with your sister so I could see you every day for 9 years, even if Barry had to get involved” With that, Rafe planted a soft kiss on your lips. You finally felt safe.