bully!rafe and shy!chubby!reader’s experience in school.
— warnings ; intense bullying , physical assault , depression , severe insecurity , angst , really mean rafe .
— wc ; about 900
— a/n ; first post on this account, not really proud of it but it took me kinda long so.. a little waste to just keep it in the drafts ngl.. + not proofread at all🤤
“y/n, stop running!” rafe yelled while he quite literally chased you down the alleyway with the small black pocketknife he kept for ‘self-defense’.
you held your books to your chest tightly as you ran to the nearest corner store, hoping to find some type of refuge.
instead met with an angry store clerk.
“young lady, you must leave, this store is not a playground for your childish antics. take your little friend and go home. its getting late.” she scolded you as you softly tried to explain— he was not your friend, he was your tormentor!
you unwillingly trudged out of the store, door slamming shut behind you as rafe waited outside.
“why were ya’ hiding pouge? don’t act so innocent now” he said, slowly approaching your small shaking, 6th grader frame. whenever he spoke to you that way, you couldn’t respond. you wouldn’t respond or you’d be facing an even worse beating. one that would leave you unable to even walk home.
you flinched slightly as rafe began picking up handfuls of pebbles, performing his favorite trick of all time. throwing stones at your fragile legs until they had tiny little indents paired with large violet bruises. he’d then pinch your thighs while he spoke in that condescending tone, “this doesn’t hurt does it?” or, ”your thighs are so big, i mean like, i knew you were fat but not this fat…”
when he’d finally let you go home, he’d follow you the whole way, finding pride in the way you’d limp and murmur tiny curses of pain. he’d watch as you struggled to carry your large load of books, constantly taking breaks to adjust your grip or to sit on a bench for a moment.
right as you’d make it home, he’d wave to your father who sat on the porch. assuming rafe was just one of his daughters little friends she walked home with.
you’d protest and whine to your parents, saying, “why don’t you ever just believe me! he’s not my friend, he’s been hitting me and pulling on my ponytails in school!” only for them to respond with, “boys will be boys,” or, “he probably just has a crush on you.”
you’d cry in your room for hours on end, completely hopeless.
nobody believed you. not teachers, not students, not store clerks, not even your own parents.
rafe continued bullying you day by day, building your insecurity further.
by 7th grade, you’ve stopped wearing skirts completely, you kept a hoodie on even in the hottest weather, and you spent both recess and lunch in the library.
too young to have been that self-aware of how you looked.
all that and rafe still bothered you.
you had permanent dark circles around your eyes and your nails were bit raw just from the anxiety of simply going to school with him. you continued pleading with your parents to take you out of school, just to be met with a, “you can’t quit school just because youre having a silly phase.”
safe to say, you hated life and high school didn’t do much to deter that.
at all.
once high school came along, you hit puberty probably harder than everyone else in your grade.
everyone but rafe.
he’d grown to an astonishing height of 6’0 at just 14 and looked like he ate bricks and raw egg yolks for breakfast.
safe to say he was huge, and he absolutely loved using his new body against you.
he’d upgraded to pinning you down against walls either in the girls bathroom, the alley down the block from the school, or even during passing classes, keeping you pressed there until the bell rang.
or even pulling your ponytail in the hallways to watch as you fall right on your ass in front of everyone. books sprawled out on the floor and your face flushing red as you rushed to pick them up as everyone laughed.
sometimes even slapping the back of your thighs as you walked, or purposely kicking soccer balls right at your face during gym class.
times where he needed to blow off extra steam, he’d use the same old pocketknife he’d kept from junior high to give you tiny ‘warnings’. those warnings being giving you long and painful cat-scratches on your thighs or neck. blood dripping onto your uniform while he continued pushing you around with his friends.
all while he could walk out of the principal’s office by just murmuring, “it was an accident,” and a fake apology spewed out in a horribly sarcastic tone.
you’d come home with your body battered and beat horribly, eyes swollen from crying and feet sore from taking the long way home just to avoid rafe and his crew.
all of this while nobody noticed.
i mean people did notice, hell, even your parents began to notice. but instead of rising concern, they just didn’t bother to say anything. they assumed you often roughhoused alot with friends (knowing fully well you didn’t have any friends). going as far as to even ground you when you came home looking especially beat-up.
you stared out the window of your room as your parents argued outside, you watched as rafe passed by your house with his friends. laughing and having fun.
living the life you wish you could experience just a sliver of.
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Rafe had charm, wealth and a reputation that would turn heads wherever he went. He had never even heard of the word no - until he met her. The one woman he couldn’t buy, couldn’t charm and couldn’t stop thinking about. Now, he’s willing to risk everything to have the one thing he can’t seem to touch. You.
CONTENT
swearing, all characters are over 18 (Reader is 20, Rafe is 21), Rafe is an actual sap, Sharp objects mention! shitty writing, lmk if I missed any
A/N!
I’m not even gonna try and make an excuse… I’m so so sorry guys. But I’ve got like 3 more chapters written out so I’ll be sm more consistent
Also! I can’t find some accounts on the tag list so if you have changed your user or I’ve missed you out pls lmk so I can tag the proper accounts!
Rafe Cameron had never been the type to overthink. In his world, you saw what you wanted, and you took it. Simple. Clean. No questions asked. But as he sat in his truck outside a modest house on the Cut at nine in the morning, he was beginning to realize that maybe- just maybe, he’d been lying to himself about the whole “not overthinking” thing.
Because this? This was definitely overthinking.
He’d circled the block twice already, which was ridiculous. He was Rafe Cameron. He didn’t circle blocks. He didn’t second-guess himself. And he certainly didn’t throw last-minute parties just because someone happened to have a day off work.
Except that’s exactly what he was doing.
The party idea had hit him sometime around two in the morning when he couldn’t sleep, his mind inexplicably wandering to the day he saw you at Rileys. The way you smiled- it wasn’t the polite, practiced smile you wore at the country club, but it was real
You weren’t performing for anyone, you weren’t checking to see who was watching or trying to impress anyone
You were just dancing.
For yourself.
There was something magnetic about that kind of freedom, that complete lack of self-consciousness. While everyone else had been dancing at each other, you had been in her own world. No matter how hard he tried, Rafe couldn’t forget that night
4 AM, he’d convinced himself that throwing a party was a perfectly normal, a not-at-all-suspicious thing to do
6 AM, he’d already texted half of Figure Eight
8 AM, he was showered, dressed, and sitting in his truck
But now he was outside your house, trying to remember how normal humans knocked on doors
“Just knock” he muttered to himself, hands gripping the steering wheel. “It’s not that fucking hard. People knock on doors all the time”
But what if you weren’t awake yet? What if he woke you up and you answered the door pissed off? What if-
“Jesus fucking christ, Cameron” he said, finally pushing the truck door open before he could talk himself out of it for the third time
The walk to the door felt longer than it should have, the morning air was already humid, promising another scorching Outer Banks day. Rafe could feel sweat starting to prickle at the back of his neck whether it was from the heat or the nerves he didn’t know
He raised his fist, hesitated, then forced himself to bring it to the door. Three solid knocks. There. Done. No taking it back now
For a few agonizing seconds, nothing happened. Rafe stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, trying to look casual and not at all like someone who’d been sitting in his truck for the past twenty minutes
He was about to knock again- or maybe just get back in his truck, go home and forget this ever happened. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard movement from inside the house
The door swung open, and there you were
You were wearing an oversized t-shirt that hung off one shoulder and a pair of gray joggers that looked like they’d seen better days. Your hair was pulled back and away from your face, well most of it was anyway. You looked comfortable. You looked like you had just rolled out of bed
and god did you look absolutely beautiful. So beautiful that Rafe had to remind himself to breathe
“Rafe?” You blinked up at him in surprise “What are you doing here?”
“Hey,” he his voice cracked, trying to act casual but probably missed by a mile. “I, uh…I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by”
Your eyebrow arched slightly, a small knowing smile made its way to your face while you crossed your arms teasingly “You were in the neighborhood? On the Cut?”
Okay, so maybe that excuse was weak as shit.
“Okay, fine,” he admitted, rubbing his jaw “I wanted to ask you something, but I realized I don’t have your number…” is voice got quieter
Your smile widened, and you stepped back from the door, gesturing for him to come in before walking towards the kitchen area
Rafe stepped inside, and immediately his senses were flooded with a warm and buttery aroma, his stomach grumbled and he groaned. As if he couldn’t embarrass himself even further
You chuckled slightly, looking over you shoulder towards him as he shut your font door “hungry?”
“What is that smell?” he asked, following you deeper into the house
“Pancakes” you answered over your shoulder, leading him toward the kitchen. “I haven’t made myself a big breakfast in a while, thought id treat myself on my a day off”
The kitchen was just as cozy as he remembered, but now with morning sunlight streaming through the window over the sink he was able to take in small details, the slightly crumpled ‘bucket list’ stuck to the fridge, the discoloured cupboard handles worn from years of use
The counters were a mess, there was flour scattered across the surface, ingredients dotted around the room, a mixing bowl in the sink, a carton of eggs sitting open next to the stove. And on the stove itself, was a pan with what looked like the most perfect pancake Rafe had ever seen
You moved to the stove with ease, flipping the pancake with a quick flick of your wrist and Rafe nearly fainted on the spot
“So what did you want to ask me? Must be important if you drove all the way out here”
“Oh! Right, yeah,” Rafe said, leaning against the counter and trying to figure out how to make this sound slightly less pathetic than it actually was “So I’m throwing a party tonight. At my place. Nothing huge, just some people hanging out, you know. And I thought, I mean, since you have the day off and everything - maybe you’d want to come?”
You plated the golden pancake onto the plate beside you, a smirk playing on your lips and Rafe had the uncomfortable feeling that you could see straight through him “A party huh? What’s the occasion?”
“Yeah, well, you know how it is” he said, trying to aim for nonchalant (key word: trying) “Sometimes you just gotta be spontaneous”
“Uh huh.” You teased while you poured more batter onto the pan “And this spontaneous party just happens to be on my day off?”
“Pure coincidence” Rafe gruffly and a little too quickly
You let out a light laugh, and the sound of it made something warm unfurl in Rafe’s chest
“Sure…’ you tease “I appreciate the invitation, i’ll think about it. You want some pancakes while you’re here?”
“Oh no, that’s okay,” Rafe said automatically “I don’t want to impose or anything”
You suddenly turned to look at him, pointing your spatula, offense plastered on your face “I’m sorry? Is my cooking not good enough for you anymore, Cameron?”
“What? No, I didn’t-”
“Because I’ll have you know these are the best pancakes on the entire island” you continued, fighting back a smile “Multiple people have told me so. There have been awards”
Rare physically deflated in relief at your now playful tone “Awards for pancakes?”
“Obviously fake awards that I made up, but still” you muttered, plating the new pancake and sliding it in front of him along with a fork you swiped from the draw “sit down. You’re eating pancakes.”
Rafe found himself obeying without protest, awkwardly sliding onto one of the bar stools. You pushed a syrup bottle toward him and grabbed your own plate, taking the seat next to him. Your body sat sideways towards him, knees brushing the side of his thigh
“There” you smiled, cutting into your own fluffy pancake “I hate eating breakfast alone”
Rafes lips tilted upwards slightly while he cut a piece of his pancake and took a bite, and holy shit you werent kidding
They were fluffy and perfectly sweet, with just the right amount of butter and syrup He groaned in awe without meaning to
“See?” You said beamed “Told you! Best on the island”
“Shit, you weren’t lying. Might actually have to get you an award” Rafe admitted, taking another bite “These are really good”
They ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, and Rafe found himself relaxing despite his earlier nerves
He suddenly thought about the other night, the dark but comforting ambience of cooking pasta at 2am, watching shitty 2000s movies, and steamy kisses on the worn sofa. And now he was again, sitting in you kitchen, eating pancakes, with morning sunlight warming the room. It felt domestic in a way that should have scared him but somehow didn’t
“So about this party,” you began, breaking the silence “What time?”
“Probably around 8:30?” Rafe said. “People will show up whenever, you know how it goes”
“And by people, you mean half of Figure Eight?”
“Pretty much,” he admitted with a grin. “Topper’s coming, obviously” you rolled your eyes at that. “And I think Kelce mentioned something about bringing some people. Should be good”
Your eyes lit up at that. “Wait, is Kelce bringing Riley?”
“Riley?” Rafe tried to place the name “That girl he’s been hanging around with?”
“Yes! Oh my god, this is perfect!”
Rafe watched your excitement with an amused smirk. “Riley? Your roommate?”
“Yeah! so cute together. I’ve been trying to figure out how to get them in the same room without it being obvious, and this is literally perfect.” You turned to him with a grin “I’m going to wingman so hard tonight”
“You’re really invested in this, huh?”
“Someone has to be! Left to their own devices, they’d just make eyes at each other from across rooms forever without actually talking. It’s painful to watch.” You pointed her fork at him. “You should help me.”
“Me? I’m not a wingman.”
“Please, you’re Rafe Cameron. Half of being you is convincing people to do things they wouldn’t normally do”
“I feel like that’s not exactly a compliment”
You laughed “you know what i mean. It got us here, didn’t it?”
Rafe found himself smiling despite himself “Okay, fine. But if this blows up in their faces, I’m blaming you”
“Deal” she said, offering her hand for him to shake.
He took it, her hand warm in his, and held it maybe a second longer than necessary. When he let go, she didn’t comment on it, just went back to her pancakes like nothing had happened
They fell into easy conversation after that. She told him about the book she was reading, some thriller that she kept him updated on even though he’d never expressed particular interest in reading. He found himself listening anyway, watching the way her face animated when she talked about something she was passionate about.
“So she looks into the dollhouse, and the floor was made out of teeth! It was Amma the whole freaking time!” You said, gesturing with her fork for emphasis “Like, the whole time! ”
“That’s horrifying” Rafe said, and he meant it
“Right?” She paused “You should read it.”
“Me? I don’t really do the whole reading thing.”
”you can’t read?”
Rafe gave her a playful eye roll which you chuckled at
“Come on, you’d love it. It’s dark and twisty, lots and lots of morally gray characters. Very your vibe”
“My vibe is morally gray characters?”
“Is it not?” You raised an eyebrow at him, challenging, but there was no judgment in her voice
A year ago, maybe even six months ago, he would have blown up at that. Would have gotten defensive, insisted he was perfectly fine. But something about the way you said it, like you saw it but made it feel less like an accusation
“Maybe,” he shrugs but didn’t elaborate
They moved on to other topics, you asked about his plans for the fall, and he found himself telling you about the plans Rode made for him about taking over Cameron development
”you looking forward to it?”
“I don’t know” he admitted, surprising himself “but its what Ward wanted, so I guess it doesn’t matter”
“Of course it matters,” You frowned, biting of another piece of pancake “It’s your life, Rafe. You should get to decide what you do with it”
When he didn’t respond, you glanced up at him. Watching as he mindlessly tore shuffled bits of pancake around the plate
“I think you’d be good at whatever you decided to do. You’re smart, even if you try to hide it sometimes. And you’re determined. When you want something, you go after it.”
Rafe looked up at you “ and how would you know?”
“Because I’ve seen it” you shrugged “You’re not as hard to read as you think you are”
He wanted to ask what else you had seen, what else you had figured out about him in their scattered, small conversations throughout high school up until now. But before he could work up the courage, you were already standing up, and gathering their empty plates
“More pancakes?”
“I shouldn’t” Rafe said, even though part of him wanted to say yes just to stay a little longer
“You sure?”
“I’m good, thanks.” He checked his phone and was surprised to find it was already past ten. He’d been here for over an hour, and it had felt like no more than fifteen minutes “I should probably get going anyway. Still got some stuff to set up for tonight”
“the party” she said, loading the plates into the dishwasher. “I’m guessing people don’t turn up as soon as it starts”
“Yeah, people start showing up round 9, 9;30”
“Cool, I’ll bring Riley, if that’s okay?”
“Yeah, of course” Rafe said, standing up. “The more the merrier, I guess”
He followed you back to the front door, suddenly reluctant to leave. But he had things to do, last-minute party things that he definitely hadn’t thought through when he’d decided to throw this together
You opened the door for him, leaning against it with a soft smile “Thanks for stopping by, haven’t had company in a while, it was nice”
“Yeah,” Rafe agreed, meaning it more than he probably should. “It was nice”
He was halfway down the front steps when he remembered. The whole reason he’d been sitting in his truck having a crisis. He turned back quickly, catching you before you could close the door
“Wait! can I get your number?”
You paused, that knowing smile made its way back onto your face “My number?”
“Yeah, I mean-” Rafe shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to look casual “Just so I can send you the address for tonight. My place can be hard to find if you’ve never been there”
You held back a chuckle, TannyHill, the biggest house on the island was hard to find? Sure…
“Uh-huh” you drew out the syllables “kinda blends in with all the other mansions”
He pursed his lips and gave you a stiff nod
You pulled out your phone anyway, unlocking it and handing it to him silently. Rafe suddenly sprung into action, almost tripping over one of the steps before clearing his throat and taking the phone from your hands almost sheepishly
He typed in his contact information, trying not to let his hands shake from the stupid adrenaline rush this was giving him. It was just a phone number. People exchanged phone numbers all the time. This wasn’t a big deal
Except it felt like the biggest deal. Ever.
He handed your phone back and immediately felt his own buzz in his pocket as she sent him a text. He saved your contact, trying not to think too hard about the fact that he now had a direct line to you whenever he wanted
You tucked your phone back into your pocket, your smirk now widened into a grin that you couldn’t contain no matter how much you tried “Now you can send me that very necessary address that I definitely couldn’t find on my own”
“I’ll send it later” Rafe said, fighting back the same smile
“Looking forward to it”
You both stood there for another moment, neither quite ready to say goodbye. He went to turn away fist but decided against it, turning back to you with a hesitant expression
“So I’ll see you tonight?” he finally said
“Yeah, definitely. Is it BYOB?”
“Not for you”
“I’m holding you to that” you promised with a laugh
“Please do”
You pushed off the doorframe, giving him a small wave “Drive safe”
“Always do” he lied, because they both knew his driving was actually kind of terrible
He made himself turn and walk back to his truck before he could find another excuse to stay. As he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine, he could see you still standing in the doorway, watching him with that soft smile that made his chest feel tight
He lifted his hand in a final wave, and you returned it once more before stepping back inside and closing the door
Rafe sat there for a moment, engine running, staring at the modest house that somehow felt more like home than his own place ever had. His phone burned in his pocket, and he immediately pulled it out to see her contact information staring back at him, just her name and number, simple and straightforward, but to him it felt like the most important thing in the world
He should go. He had a party to prepare for, people to text, supplies to buy. He had approximately nine hours to make this hastily thrown-together party look like something he’d been planning for weeks, and he couldn’t do that sitting in his truck staring at a paint-chipped door
But as he pulled away from the curb, already mentally typing out the text he’d send you later (just the address, obviously, nothing more) Rafe suddenly come to terms with something he had been avoiding this entire time
He was in trouble. Big trouble.
Because somewhere between the first party, the 2AM pasta date and the way you let him in for breakfast with no hesitation, he’d realized something terrifying.
Rafe really, really liked you.
Not in the casual way he’d liked other girls, the way that faded as soon as they weren’t in front of him anymore,This was different. This felt important. Like it mattered
But Rafe Cameron had never been good at handling things that mattered.
However, As he drove back toward Figure Eight, already having had planned what he’d say in that text later, he found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, he wanted to try. For you, he wanted to try being someone who could handle this Someone who could take this fragile, new thing between them and not fuck it up completely
His phone buzzed again, and he glanced at it at a red light. Texts from you, just a simple:
would it be overkill if I brought pancakes?
It’s actually concerning how much I over estimate portions fml
Rafe smiled, a real genuine smile that he couldn’t have hidden if he tried, and typed back:
wouldn’t be against it
Yeah, he was definitely in trouble. But as he drove through the summer morning with her text still on his screen and plans already forming for tonight, Rafe found that he didn’t mind nearly as much as he thought he would.
For once, trouble felt like exactly where he wanted to be.
warnings: love triangle, pouge!reader, rafe and jj tolerate each other, alcohol consumption, drugs misuse, mention of rehab.
summary: jj’s sweet, he cares deeply about you and has asked you to be his girlfriend, though you just can’t seem to get over your ex… rafe cameron, so who will you choose?
notes: it’s been a while since i’ve made anything for jj (i’m just pretending he’s alive and well) and this is my first written fic with him in it, but of course i had to make it interesting with a little love triangle! enjoy girlies👏🏼😏❤️🔥
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You and JJ had been friends for years prior to dating. It took a while but eventually (and after you’d recovered from a treacherous break up between you and Rafe) you kissed, it was late, you were alone outside on the hammock together, the both of you were a few beers deep but neither of you regretted it.
John B and Pope claimed that they’d seen it coming a mile away, which was weird considering you were completely bewildered by the situation.
You took it slow. Since you were still picking up the pieces from your last relationship. JJ was so patient with you, not pressuring you in any way to do anything you weren’t ready for.
“You alright princess? Need a helper?” He asked as you stood in the kitchen cooking for all the pouges, placing his head on your shoulder as his hands slowly snaked round your middle.
“Mhm… could you cut the lettuce for the salad?” You replied, turning your head back slightly to look at him.
His face contorted into one of disgust. “Salad?”
You chuckled and turned around in his arms, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Have to get some nutrients into you boys somehow. Just try it. The dressing I make will change your life, I swear.”
He smirked. “Anything for you mama,” he muttered before leaning in for a kiss.
Your hand made its way to the back of his neck as you depended the kiss.
After a long moment the both of you caught your breaths with your foreheads pressed together.
“Lettuce,” he muttered, reiterating the task at hand.
You giggled under your breath. “Lettuce. Bottom drawer of the fridge.”
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The next day you were in town shopping, looking for a new pair of denim shorts since the zipper on your favourite pair had just given out.
You walked into a quiet little shop, the bell on the door ringing as you stepped inside.
The woman at the counter greeted you with a kind smile before you started browsing the racks.
You didn’t like any of the shorts but you did find the cutest little summer dress that you could not try on.
It fit perfectly. Stepping out of the small changing room you looked into the floor length mirror on the wall of the shop.
“Suits you.” a deep voice made you jump. Your heart sank.
You turned to see none other than Rafe fucking Cameron, the last person you wanted to see.
You sighed. “Rafe. What’re you even doing in a shop like this?” The question just slipped out.
“Picking up a dress Wheezie ordered,” he answered, “are you gonna buy that?” He asked, eyes trailing over the dress and how it hugged your curves perfectly.
“Maybe,” you muttered before turning to walk back into the changing room. Truthfully you really did want to buy it but anything but a pair of shorts were currently a little out of your budget.
When you were together he would’ve brought it for you without a second thought, he was surprisingly observant and once noticed that you’d stared at a necklace in a shop window for a few seconds longer than normal. The next week he surprised you with it.
When you’d eventually gotten changed you prayed that he’d left.
Thankfully he had so you decided to call it a day and head back to the chateau, too distracted to remember what you’d actually come to town for.
When you got to the chateau JJ, John B and Sarah were sat in the living room. JJ watching a random channel on the shitty little tv while the couple scrolled through their phones.
“Hey!” JJ practically jumped off the couch to greet you.
He looked down at your empty hands. “Didn’t find any shorts?”
“Hm? Oh yeah. No,” you responded, also looking down at your hands.
“y/n?” He placed his hand under your chin and brought your head up so he could look at you. “You okay? You seem a little… off.”
“I’m fine. Just tired,” you reassured him, though you weren’t sure you were very convincing.
He accepted your answer as he knew not to argue with you, you’d tell him what was up when you were ready.
“Alright, wanna beer? John B just bought a six pack.”
You nodded. “I’ll take two.”
He chuckled softly before placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Whatever you want princess.”
The next morning you woke to the sight of JJ sleeping soundly next to you.
Quietly, you slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom, but before you could get there you crossed paths with Sarah.
“Morning,” she smiled, “oh! This was delivered a little while ago. I think it’s from that shop you went to yesterday?”
She handed you a white box wrapped with a soft yellow ribbon. Your brows furrowed. “Uh- I didn’t order anything...”
“Oh, well open it! I wanna see!”
So the both of you sat down on the couch while you carefully opened the box.
Sarah gasped, “wow, that’s beautiful!”
You stared down at the dress, pulling it out of the box and holding it up to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.
It was the dress. The dress you’d tried on yesterday that wasn’t in your budget. How did this even- no… surely Rafe didn’t order it. But he was the only one to see you in it.
You abruptly stood up. “I’m gonna go return it, must’ve been a mistake.”
“What? But it’s so pretty! The universe sent you that dress y/n!” She stood up with you.
You shook your head. “I just wouldn’t feel right wearing a dress that wasn’t meant for me. I won’t be long, tell JJ I’m just running a quick errand.”
She signed in defeat. “Alright.”
You quickly got dressed, throwing on the only things you could find, one of JJs shirts and some little dark blue shorts.
After repacking the dress you threw it in the passenger seat of your little beat up car and sped all the way to figure eight.
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Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Okay! Alright, I’m comin’.” You heard from the other side of the door before it opened.
Rafe’s eyes widened.
You didn’t give him a second to speak before you all but threw the white box at his chest.
He caught it, looked down and then sighed at the sight.
“What the fuck are you playing at Rafe?! Thinking you can order a fucking dress to the chateau!”
He waited a moment before articulating his reply, “it doesn’t mean anything. You looked good in it and you felt good in it, I could tell, you were practically glowing looking at yourself in the mirror-”
“That’s enough. You can’t do shit like this anymore Rafe. We’re done. Over. You’re trying to mess with my head.”
“Come on y/n, don’t be like that. I was just trying to do a nice thing-“
“Well don’t,” you cut him off again.
A tense silence settled over the both of you.
“We broke up for a reason, we don’t work so-”
He took a step towards you. “But do you ever think about it? Trying again?”
The question shocked you. You opened and then closed your mouth a few times before you decided on your answer.
“Yes. Everyone thinks about what could’ve been with their ex but I’m dating JJ now and I’m trying so hard to move on so please just let me.”
His jaw ticked. “I heard.”
“Well I’m happy with him so.” I tried my hardest not to seem fazed by him.
“Good for you,” he said before he turned and slammed the door in your face.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.
After driving back to the chateau with tears in your eyes you sat in your car for a good five minutes, before you mustered up the courage to go inside and act like everything was fine.
“Hey sweetheart,” JJ smiled as you walked into his bedroom. He was sat on his phone, mindlessly scrolling though he put it down as soon as he saw you.
You sat next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.
“I wanted to ask you something,” he began.
You perked up slightly at that. “Oh yeah?”
“I was just wondering,” he moved you so you were looking at him, “if you wanted to be my girlfriend?”
You froze.
“y/n? You good?” He asked softly after a moment, hand moving to rub your thigh.
You thought about saying you were fine but you were tired of lying so instead you told him everything. About your two interactions with Rafe, him buying you the dress and that he’d completely scrambled your brain.
After sitting in silence as he took your words in he took a deep breath and chose his words carefully.
“So where does this leave us? Do you… want to get back with him,” he asked hesitantly.
You signed as you covered your face with your hands, all kinds of confused.
JJ wasn’t perfect but he clearly cared for you and you desperately didn’t want to lose or hurt him, but with Rafe, from the very beginning you were drawn to each other.
Your and Rafe’s relationship was rocky. Mostly due to the fact he was doing drugs throughout it. In the very beginning it was only at certain parties which you didn’t really mind but then, when the issues with Ward really started to increase, it became more and more to the point you didn’t recognise the person he’d become.
You loved each other hard and breaking things off was one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do. He promised he’d get clean but he’d said those things before to no avail.
Rafe felt truly lost after you left. It finally clicked in his brain that he’d lost the only good thing in his life because he just couldn’t get his shit together.
He actually got clean. It took time and was impossibly hard but once he’d got through the worst of it and gone to rehab he realised how much better life was without the blur of drugs.
Once he thought he was finally ready to be the man and boyfriend you deserved he found out you were with JJ.
It crushed him, so when he saw you trying on that pretty little dress he used the only way he knew how to cope, coldness. He acted like seeing you wasn’t a big deal, though inside his heart felt like it was being split in two.
Even though it sounds stupid, when you ran into Rafe you didn’t see the broken man at the end of your relationship, you saw the young him, cocky in front of his friends but secretly soft and caring.
The boy who used to come to your house at the drop of a hat when he heard you were sick and then proceeded to insist on taking care of you. The boy who would complain about the romantic movie you’d pick to watch together but would end up cuddled into your side, unable to peel his eyes off the screen. And the boy who never failed to tell you just how much he loved you at every chance he got.
You thought the Rafe you knew was gone but by the way you’d overheard Sarah speaking about him and how he’d gotten clean to John B the other day you’d gotten your hopes up.
“I don’t know what to say JJ,” you muttered, eyes welling with tears, unable to look at him.
He lifted your chin. “Listen. I’ll always be your best friend. That’ll never change y/n, I promise. Maybe we’re just not meant to be, that’s okay. There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”
The sweet tone he used and the genuine smile on his face made you feel much better. “I didn’t mean to use you or-”
“Hey. Don’t even go there. Sometimes friends being more than that just doesn’t work out, i mean, take Kie and Pope for example,” he chuckled.
You smiled at his comment, remembering how awkward their short lived relationship was.
“That’s what I like to see.” he shuffled closer to you. “Come on, bring it in.”
His arms wrapped around you and you let out a sigh of relief as you rested your head on his chest.
JJ was too good of a guy to ever make you feel bad for where your heart lay. He wasn’t a huge fan of Rafe since he saw how he made you feel at the end of your relationship but he also knew how happy you were at the beginning and that he was clean now, since John B had told him, so he was there to support you no matter what.
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The next day you woke up feeling lighter. Your head felt much clearer and it was like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.
You decided to go and talk to Rafe, properly.
After getting ready you sat in your car for a good few minutes before taking a shaky breath and staring the car.
The whole way there you were thinking of what you would say to him.
Soon you were once again outside of Tanning Hill.
After a moment of mustering up the courage you opened your car door and got out.
“It’s now or never,” you whispered to yourself.
You knocked on the door and just a few seconds later Wheezie opened it, a bright smile on her face.
“y/n! Oh my god. Are you finally back with Rafe?” She asked excitedly.
Your eyes widened. “Uh- no, no. But I’m here to speak to him, is he home?”
“Oh. He just left, he’s probably at the country club with Topper though,” she replied.
“Okay, great,” you turned, “thanks Wheezie!” You shouted as you quickly walked back down the steps.
It was only a five minute drive to the country club but it felt like an eternity, you were itching to just see him.
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You walked into the club, slightly breathless from running across the car park, your eyes scanning for Rafe.
He wasn’t there, but Topper was so you rushed straight up to him.
“Hey, Top?” You sat down in the empty seat across from him.
“Oh, y/n. What’s up?” He replied with a smile, sitting right up in his seat.
“Have you seen Rafe? I really need to talk to him,” you explained.
“y/n?” A deep voice called from behind you.
You swiftly turned in your chair.
“Rafe,” you breathed out.
“You wanna talk?” he asked, gesturing towards the beach connected to the club.
You took in a deep breath before nodding.
As you followed him you thought again about how you were going to word what you wanted to say.
The two of you sat on a bench at the beginning of the sand.
The air was silent for a moment before you turned to him.
“So, uhm… okay,” you began, “I still love you Rafe. I never stopped I just couldn’t watch you destroy yourself. I- I don’t expect you to say anything back. I’m sure you’ve moved on but seeing you in that store the other day brought up a bunch of old memories I just couldn’t push down.”
The weight that lifted from your chest at the confession was something you didn’t know you needed.
Rafe blinked once, sat in a frozen state of shock.
“You think I’ve moved on? I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left that night. I got clean because you made me realise there were more important things than drugs, you are- were the best thing in my life and I fucked it up,” he paused for a moment, “I actually was going to call you, then I found out you were with Maybank and I- don’t like him but I thought you deserved to be happy so I tried to leave you alone. Obviously I didn’t plan to run into you.”
You smiled. “Thanks for the dress by the way. I really did love it, I just wasn’t ready to face the feelings that came with it.”
He shuffled a little closer to you and pulled you into a hug.
This was one of the things you’d missed the most, his warm chest, his chin resting on the top of your head, his biceps around your shoulders… you could stay like that forever.
“Would you ever… give me another chance?” He asked quietly.
You pulled away just enough to look at him. “Thought you’d never ask.”
And with that you kissed, a kiss full of new beginnings and hope for the future between you and the man you’ll never not love.
thank you for reading girlies! i didn’t actually pick who was going to be endgame before i started writing this but unfortunately in my mind it’ll always be rafe😌. i apologise to all the jj girls out there. love ya!🫧💝
Warnings: swearing? Sexual themes? Super short and quick sorry!
A/N: Reminded me of the Olivia Rodrigo song hence the title. My first language is not English. All credits of GIF to the owner! This isn't an actual fic (sorry) Sorry for any errors. I wrote this late at night so it's kind of shit but enjoy♡
~ You met Rafe Cameron one day when you were working as a waitress at the country club and he left a generous tip. Knowing his reputation you were a bit skeptical about his intentions...
~He claimed it was cause your great looks gave him great service but after that, he only ever sat in your section.
~He always made sure to respect you, but he just couldn’t help commenting things like, “Nah, you’re too pretty to be working, sweetheart. Come on, I could take care of you.”
~You were a lot of things, kind and chatty, and even though you weren't a kook you were spoiled rotten in other ways
~ Rafe quickly learned that you wouldn't be bought so easily, so he started making more of an effort not willing to give up. He saw you every day and even talked to you kindly in front of his friends (this was a big serious step for him).
~and one day you finally caved. After that day you were never seen without him by your side!
~And after that day Rafe didn’t stop worshipping the ground you stepped on.
~Waking up with kisses being trailed across your body and going to sleep after a long day of quality time and shopping
~Even when shit got tough back at home with the pouges Rafe stood by your side. Whether it was being civil to them or paying some bills you were worried about (without letting you know...) he was there.
~He knew you could handle yourself but he always wanted to take care of you
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That Zombie just Blinked! X Rudy Pankow (requested)
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The crisp October evening air carried a chill that matched the buzzing excitement among the Outer Banks cast as we stood outside the towering, gothic structure of Ravenswood Haunted Manor. The mansion’s dark silhouette loomed ominously under the silver glow of the moon, its turrets and gnarled gargoyles casting eerie shadows across the grounds. Fog machines hissed, and distant howls played from hidden speakers, creating an ambiance fit for a horror movie.
“I’m telling you, nothing in there is going to scare me,” Rudy declared, his chest puffed out in mock bravado. He spun in a circle, addressing the group with exaggerated confidence. “I’ve seen every horror movie ever made. Haunted houses are, like, my thing.”
“Oh, really?” I asked, crossing my arms and raising a brow, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. I stood next to him, bundled in a cozy jacket, my eyes sparkling with amusement. “Because last week you wouldn’t even watch The Conjuring without turning on the lights.”
The group erupted into laughter as Rudy dramatically clutched his chest, feigning hurt. "Y/N?” he gasped. “And here I thought we were friends.”
“I’m just saying,” I teased. “Talk a big game all you want, but we’ll see who’s running for the exit first.”
Chase, leaning casually against a stone pillar, grinned. “I’ve got twenty bucks on Rudy screaming before we’re even halfway through.”
“Make it fifty,” Madison chimed in, shaking hands with Chase.
“You guys have no faith in me,” Rudy groaned, throwing his hands up. “Fine. Watch and learn, cowards.”
Jonathan nudged Drew. “This is gonna be good.”
Carlacia snapped a quick photo of the group standing in front of the mansion, tagging everyone on Instagram with the caption, “Ready to face our fears… or just laugh at Rudy.” The cast’s camaraderie was evident in their playful jabs and shared excitement, making the haunted experience even more thrilling.
The guide, dressed in a tattered cloak and ghostly makeup, motioned for the group to enter the mansion. “Welcome to Ravenswood,” he said, his voice a haunting growl. “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.”
Rudy took a step forward, leading the way with exaggerated confidence. “Let’s do this,” he said, though I caught the faintest hint of nerves in his eyes. I stifled a laugh, filing in behind him as the heavy wooden doors creaked shut with an ominous finality.
The first room was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting shadows on the cracked walls. A chilling piano melody played in the background, and cobwebs draped over the antique furniture. The air smelled of damp wood and fake blood.
“Okay, this isn’t so bad,” Rudy said, his voice slightly higher-pitched than usual. He pointed at a mannequin dressed as a ghost. “See? Totally fake.”
The mannequin suddenly lunged forward with a shriek, causing Rudy to yelp and jump back, bumping into me.
“Oh my god, it moved!” he shouted, clutching my arm.
I burst out laughing. “Rudy, it’s literally on wheels.”
“Still counts,” he muttered, cheeks flushing as the group dissolved into laughter.
As we moved through the mansion, the scares grew more elaborate. Mechanical bats swooped down from the ceiling, and actors in grotesque costumes leaped out from hidden corners. The group’s reactions ranged from startled jumps to outright screams, but Rudy’s exaggerated responses quickly became the highlight of the night.
In one hallway, lit only by a single swinging light bulb, a zombie animatronic suddenly turned its head and blinked. Rudy froze, his grip on my hand tightening like a vice.
“THAT ZOMBIE JUST BLINKED!” he yelled, his voice cracking.
“It’s supposed to blink,” I said, biting back laughter. “It’s an animatronic, Rudy.”
“I don’t care what it is! It’s alive!” he insisted, practically hiding behind me as the group cackled.
“Rudy, you’re killing me,” Chase said between fits of laughter, clutching his stomach. “Big, brave haunted house guy, huh?”
“Shut up, Stokes,” Rudy shot back, though he didn’t let go of my hand.
As the group progressed, I found myself shielding Rudy more and more. Whether it was a skeletal hand reaching out from the wall or a creepy clown popping out of a closet, Rudy’s reaction was always the same: a startled yell followed by him using me as a human shield.
“You’re really milking this, aren’t you?” I teased as we entered a room filled with fog and eerie green lighting.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Rudy said, though the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him.
When we reached the grand finale—a winding maze filled with strobe lights and actors dressed as ghouls—Rudy clung to my arm like his life depended on it.
“If I don’t make it out of here, tell my mum I love her,” he whispered dramatically.
“You’re ridiculous,” I replied, though I couldn’t help but smile. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, guiding him through the maze. “Come on, scaredy-cat. I’ll protect you from the big, bad skeletons.”
Rudy looked down at me, his eyes softening despite the chaos around us. “Thanks, Y/N. You’re my hero.”
By the time we exited the mansion, Rudy’s bravado had been completely replaced by sheepish laughter. The group was in stitches, recounting his most dramatic moments.
“That zombie just blinked!” Chase mimicked, doubling over with laughter.
“Okay, okay, we get it,” Rudy said, holding up his hands. “I’m never living this down, am I?”
“Not a chance,” Madelyn said, patting him on the back.
I stayed close to Rudy as the group headed to the parking lot. “You know, for someone who was terrified the whole time, you did pretty well,” I said with a grin.
“Yeah?” Rudy asked, his cheeks tinged pink. “You think so?”
“Absolutely,” I replied. “And hey, if you ever need a bodyguard for your next haunted adventure, you know where to find me.”
Rudy chuckled, slipping his arm around my shoulders. “Deal. But next time, I’m picking the activity. Maybe something less terrifying. Like skydiving.”
I laughed, leaning into him as we walked. “Sounds perfect.”
