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Summary: Rafe Cameron x Reader, Stalker!Rafe x Pogue!Reader Your parents work late on Friday nights, which you spend alone. Except you haven't been alone in a long time, not that you know of at least. Rafe has watched for years, he's very good at it. His idea of staying an anonymous stalker is ruined when you catch him in your bedroom one Friday night. Rafe has to figure out how to fix his mistake before he loses the only thing that makes his life worth living. After you find the surprise he had left for you, you choose to believe that his threats were empty and try to turn him in. But, your plans are interrupted and you take an unexpected visit to Tannyhill.
Warnings: Rafe stalks reader...that's literally the plot. Strong & descriptive language, suggestive themes, death threat(?), manipulation, kidnapping (?). If I missed anything from this part that I should include in the warnings, please let me know!
Word Count: 3.5k
Author Note: Part Two is here!! I know this chapter is shorter than the previous, but I figured it's better to get what I had out. Also...I'm not sure if I like where this is going, so please share your thoughts about this part and ideas for future parts. Thank you all for the support on the first part of this story. Especially with this being my first work I've published on tumblr, I am very pleasantly surprised with how everyone has reacted to it. So, please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! I love you all, thank you so much!!
CREDITS: The foundation of this fic was heavily inspired by/ based off of one of @faiszt 's bots on character ai. So, if you like this and you like character ai, I greatly suggest that you check out the bot!
The blinding morning light shines into your room through your curtains. You sit up and rub your eyes. You glance at the digital clock on your nightstand which currently reads: 10:34 am. Those sleeping pills really worked, you think. Your parents are already at the restaurant, probably just getting over with the morning rush.Â
Your eyes begin to focus, your brows furrow as your eyes land on one of the posts of your footboard. You lean forward to grab the pair of panties you had just worn yesterday which are hanging from your bedpost. Youâre pretty sure you had put these in your hamper last night and wait, why are they stickyâŠ? You wonder, you examine them and come to the realization of what it is. Immediately you toss them away, that was not from you. It was your stalker, it had to be. Of course, the first night you spend alone since four weeks ago and he already breaks in. And he does this? You think about his words, âtell anyone and Iâll come back and fuckinâ kill youâ, shivers roll down your spine.Â
You hadnât even had time to realize how horny you had been when you had woken up; and now that you have you feel so wrong. But your dreamâŠoh god your dream. You can still remember it vividly, even more so the longer you think about it; you can see the face of the man who fucked you stupid in your dream. You know who it was, who your subconscious mind let you fuck while you slept. It was your stalker.Â
Without another thought, youâre in the shower scrubbing the shame and disgust from your skinâor at least attempting to. When you feel somewhat satisfied, which also happens to be when the water begins to run cold, you finally get out. Wrapping a plush towel around your freshly clean body, you lean over the bathroom sink and wipe the condensation from the mirror leaving just enough space to see yourself. Before the glass fogs back up youâre able to see a small part of what appears to be a bruise poking out from underneath the towel wrapped around your chest. You lean in closer using one hand to re-wipe the mirror and using the other to pull your towel down past your boobs. Looking back at the bruised area on your chest, you can see that the closer you look at it, the more it looks like a hickey. You just about stumble backwards at the realization.Â
Youâve had enough. After you quickly toss on some clothes, you grab your keys off your dresser with a shaky hand. You rush out towards your car and get inside, pulling out of your driveway carelessly and speeding off. When you arrive at your destination, you take a few moments to rethink this plan. You have to do this. You canât keep living with some creep sneaking in your bedroom and touching you as you sleep. You twist the keys in the ignition and pull them out, you confidently strut towards the entrance of the building. When you feel the vibration of your phone in your pocket you pause, sighing as you reach back to take it out. When you read the random number, with the same Outer Banks area code as you, your brows furrow. Typically you wouldnât answer a call from an unknown number, but something in you is telling you to answer. As you press the green button and bring your phone to your ear, you glance up at the building you were about to enter which reads, âKildare County Sheriffâs Officeâ.Â
âHello?â You ask warily.
After a few long seconds, the person on the other side of the line answers you. âStop.â The manâs voice sends familiar chills down your spine.Â
âExcuse me?â You respond, your voice audibly shaky. âWhoâŠwho is this?â
âCâmon pup, you already forgot what I sound like? Itâs already been that long?â Your eyes widen at the realization of who this voice belongs to. Youâve heard it one other time, well one time that you remember.
As your head darts around the parking lot looking for your stalker, your voice comes out in a tone that easily betrays you, revealing your fear, âNoâŠnoâŠwhat the hell do you want?â
Rafe smirks from his truck as he watches you from afar. âI want you to turn around and get back in your car, mâkay princess? And I highly suggest you do what I want.âÂ
âOr what? Whatâs stopping me from walking in? Or from yelling for help?â You take a step closer to the buildingâs entrance.
âStubborn, stubborn girlâŠâ the man chuckles, âIf you donât get back into your fucking car right now, youâre gonna really fuckinâ wish you had just listened to me. Iâm gonna get what I want no matter what, baby. Youâre mine.â And with that, Rafe hangs up the phone, still watching you from a distance.Â
As much as you want to just run into the building and beg for help, you know that unfortunately since youâre a pogue, the cops arenât going to believe a single word that comes from your mouth. In their minds, all pogues are liars and thieves. And since you donât have the slightest clue on who the man you saw in your bedroom is, you figure thereâs not much theyâd be able to do even if they did believe you. So you reluctantly turn back to your car and get inside. The moment your door shuts you inside, your phone buzzes yet again with another call. Itâs coming from the same number, but this time you donât answer. This was your second mistake.Â
Rafeâs already pissed off. You went against his rules, you didnât listen to him, none of this will work if you donât listen. He thought he had been threatening enough that youâd behave, but clearly you need another scare. You need to be taught that disobeying him does nothing but hurt you more. When you donât answer the phone when you definitely know itâs him calling, this is just the cherry on top; the icing on the cake. Rafe is fuming.Â
You drive out of the parking lot, breath heavy as you stay on high alertâsearching for him. A truck suddenly pulls behind you, tailing right on your ass. You canât see through the truck's front windshield due to the dark tint. You being paranoid, step on the gas and speed up a bit, well exceeding the speed limit. A few quick seconds pass by and you jump at the sound of sirens. It doesnât take long for you to check your rearview mirror and realize that the sirens are coming from the truck behind you, which is flashing its red and blue lights. You let out a breath of relief. Youâre being pulled over yet youâre relieved because it means you arenât being trailed by your stalker. The feeling is short lived as you flick your signal on and pull off to the side of the road. You roll your window down and shut off the engine.
The officer approaches you and goes through the typical routine and you try to calm your nerves. All sound is drowned out as you get lost in your thoughts.Â
âMaâam?â, the officer repeats. âDo you know why Iâve pulled you over today?â
The sharp and unintentionally threatening voice of the deputy snaps you out of wherever the hell it was that your mind had taken you to. âYes, sorry sir, IâŠI was going over the speed limit.â You submit, wanting to get this over with. You canât help but worry what your stalker would think if he saw this, heâd probably think youâre turning him in. But, youâre not. Really this whole thing was a misunderstanding, but you canât explain that to the cop.Â
âAnd why is that?â He questions you ever further, his gaze staring at you intensely. You get nervous and want to look away, but you worry that might make you look guilty of something. Youâve been pulled over before, itâs not usually a big deal for you. However youâre just so goddamn nervous and need this moment to be over. You feel like youâve done something wrong; like youâre hiding something. But you arenât.
âIâI thoughtâŠI just got distracted sir, wasn't thinking about speed. I apologize for the inconvenience.â You catch yourself, technically you arenât lying; you just arenât explaining why you were distracted. The threatening words of your stalker still echo around your head. The deputy gives a small lecture as he writes up a ticket for you. Once he gets back into his truck and drives off, you rest your head back against the seat and let out the breath youâve been holding. When you start your car back up and finally open your eyes, you look straight out across the road. You can see a tall man leaning against a truck parked across the road, staring right at you. The familiar grin on his face has you sick to your stomach.Â
After making direct eye contact with him, you pull off the side of the road and do an illegal U-turn so that youâre heading in the opposite direction, leaving the man behind. You know that heâs following you, so you drive around aimlessly until you get another call from the same unknown number. You want to decline, but youâre too afraid to face the consequences that might follow.Â
âWhat do you want?â You ask, voice full of faux confidence. The only thing you hear on the other side of the line is a heavy breath that causes your skin to become full of goosebumps.Â
After youâve had a few moments to panic, he finally speaks, âKeep drivingâ. His words are not said lightly. This is undoubtedly a command, not an option.Â
âKeep driving to where?â You stammer with nervousness.Â
âTannyhill.â He replies strictly.Â
âTannyhill?â You question before being able to stop yourself. You canât help the attitude that slips into your voice. When a few more moments of silence pass, you get more and more anxious for his response. âHelloâŠ?â You ask quietly, wondering if you lost connection. Still nothing. âHello?â You ask again with more volume. After another minute or two, you hear the phone beep; the call disconnects.Â
Why the hell does he want you to go to Tannyhill? It doesnât make any sense. But you donât exactly have a choice. Heâs following you either way and itâs not like he doesnât know where you liveâŠand just about everything about your life. So, itâs probably best to just play along and obey his commands.Â
When you get close to the general destination, your phone rings with yet another call. You answer, already knowing who it's from. This time you donât speak first, you wait to hear what he has to say. It takes a few moments, almost like heâs trying to wait long enough that youâll talk. The silence starts to get unbearably awkward, but your mind is set on waiting for him to speak and Rafe doesnât have the time to wait; having to give you directions and all. When he finally talks he doesnât greet you. His voice breaking the silence startles you as he instructs you with the directions to get wherever it was he was forcing you to go.Â
âWaitâŠturn left h-here?â You ask, confused at his directions. You had missed the beginning of what he said since you had to collect yourself after being frightened.Â
He sighs in impatience, âNo dammit, the next one. Were you not listening?âÂ
âIâŠno I-I was listeningââ you stumble over your words as you turn onto the street he wanted you to.Â
âBullshit. You need to learn how to fucking listen to me, donât you?â When you donât respond, trying to focus on remembering the directions he gave you, it only serves to piss him off even further. âHuh?! Donât you?!â He shouts into the phone as he follows behind you.
You whine in fear, âNo..I can listen. I promise I can listen to you.â You practically beg. âJ-just tell me where to go?â
Rafe directs you to his house, which you of course recognize as the Cameronâs mansion. Youâve heard about the Cameronâs, but you wouldnât be able to point them out in a crowd or anything. Besides from the father, Ward Cameron, whom youâve seen on the news several times. Is he a Cameron? As you park in the large driveway, you rack your brain trying to recall the name of the Cameron son.Â
His truck parks behind you, blocking your car in. He quickly kills the engine and exits his vehicle. You donât notice him walking up to you until heâs yanking your car door open and pulling you out by the arm.
âR-rafe?â You mumble insecurely. He pauses to look at you, chuckling at your words. He mutters a quick âsmart girlâ before retightening his grip on your arm and continuing to pull you into the large mansion. You start to cry, getting overwhelmed as you imagine the many possible scenarios that may occur. âP-please,â you manage to choke out. âWhat do you want?â
Unlike the last time you cried to him, this time he doesnât stop. He drags you up one level of the large, spiral staircase; pulling you into his bedroom. As soon as you see the bed, youâre already feeling it beneath your back when he shoves you down just a few seconds later. As if you hadnât already embarrassed yourself enough, you canât help the tears that begin to stream down your flushed cheeks at a flooding rate.Â
âWaitâŠno, please, please!â The way you keep shouting and choking back sobs causes you to gag from how worked up youâve gotten yourself. All the Cameron son does in response is lean back to get a full view of you as a smug grin spreads across his face. âPlease, Iâoh god, Iâm gonna be sickâŠâ You mumble, which is quickly followed by another gag that interrupts your constant sobs.Â
Rafe snakes his hand up from your arm to your hair, wrapping his first tightly around a large section of it. He tugs on your hair to force your head to look up at him, causing a small whine to escape your lips. âShhhâŠbaby, shhhâŠâ He mumbles, his âworriedâ tone working to oppose his previous amused expression. âCalm down, alright? Calm down. Ainât gonna do nothinâ you donât want, mâkay pretty girl?â The way he says that last partâŠyouâve never heard his voice sound like that before. You didnât even think he was capable of talking in that tone. He sounds like he might actually truly care about you. Youâre relieved; maybe even a bitâŠcomforted by the fact that he might be telling the truth about not doing anything you donât want. Well, besides having you basically held captive in his home.Â
âWhatâŠwhat are you gonna do?â You manage to choke out between sobs, trying to catch your breath so you can calm down.
âI just wanna talk to you baby. Alright?â Rafe mumbles your name into your ear, allowing you to feel his hot breath against the side of your face. Immediately youâre taken back to the first time you had met him, in your bedroom a few weeks back. You try to push that aside and bring yourself back to the present; the memory only brings back the feelings of complete and utter fear you experienced at that time. Not that the present was any better, hell, it was worse.Â
Hesitantly, you nod. He waits a few minutes to speak; waiting for you to catch your breath. Once youâre calmer, at least on the outside, he finally starts to talk. âI wanted to talk about my propositionâŠâ He looks down at you, bringing his hand up to cautiously run through your hair. âLast time I got cut shortâŠremember that?â
You nod. âIâŠI tried to warn you my parents would come home. I-I swear I didnât tell them anything.â You say frantically, trying to prove your innocence.
âHey, shhâŠitâs okay babe. I know. I know.â Rafe speaks slowly, his eyes never leaving your lips. He pauses to momentarily dart his tongue out to wet his parted lips. âI know. You havenât toldâŠyouâve been a good girl and listened to me, hm? Havenât you baby? Haven't you been a good girl?âÂ
You nod frantically. âIâŠIâd never turn you inâŠâ The false seductiveness in your voice turns him off, if thatâs even possible.Â
He pulls back from you and sighs, âShut up.â He runs a rough hand over his buzzed head and begins to quickly pace across his bedroom.Â
âB-but you wanted to talkâŠâ You remind him. The way his attitude was constantly shifting in great amounts had you furrowing your brows as you tried to figure him out.Â
âYeah, I do. But not to a goddamn filthy, lying whore.â He retorts, a large grin appearing on his face while he watches your beautiful features move on your face, displaying your thoughts as you take in his words. âJust be yourself alright? I can always tell when youâre not you.â He says almost sincerely. âI wantâŠI need you to want this. Donât try to pull that fake crap on me ever again, yeah?âÂ
Immediately you nod. âIâŠyes-â, you stammer, instantly regretting even trying to talk in the first place. Rafe chuckles, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He stops pacing and lets out a long sigh, turning to face you again. His steps pause when heâs standing just before you.Â
He leans down to whisper in your ear. âI really need this to work, okayâŠ? This is good, this can be good for the both of us. I can help you; we can help each other, baby.â A silent tear rolls down your cheek from the fear of whatâs to come. âI knowâŠI know I messed up, alright? I know. But, you donât have to be scared, baby. Itâs all gonna be okay.â He brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
âPleaseâŠI just wanna go home, let me go home!â Your cries are ugly, and very, very real. The fear in your voice only worries him. Worries him that you may never get past this. But you have to. You donât have another option. And he really, really doesnât want to have to hurt you. That was never his intention.Â
âBut you are home, baby. You are home.â He mutters as his fingers brush over your cheeks, smearing your tears. Your breath hitches at his words and your eyes slowly move up to meet his. This cannot be happening. Why is this happening? You think.
âNoâŠplease IâŠjust let me go home. I wonât tell. I promise I wonât. IâllâŠIâll never tell anyone about any of this okay, Iâll never say anything about you.â
âI canât do that, babyâŠyou know I canât do that.â
âWhy not? I swear, Iâll never ever breathe a word of this to anyone.â You say enticingly.
Rafe sits down besides you, causing the mattress to dip and make you lean towards him. He puts an arm around you and his hand lands on the back of your head, pulling it into his chest.
He leans down to speak into your ear while his hand pets over your hair as you cry into his chest. âBecause I need you baby, I need you. And I need you to let me take care of you, yeah? I knowâŠI know youâre scared, but you donât have to be. Just trust me okayâŠweâre gonna be so good together baby.â He tugs at your hair, gently guiding your face to look up at him. âJust listen to me and nothing will happen, I donât wanna have toâŠdo anything. I just need to know that youâll listen to what I say.â Immediately you nod, going along with what he says. He tugs on your hair harder, eliciting a gasp to fall from your lips. âAh ah, I know you can talk. Youâre a big girl, now fucking act like it.â He says forcefully.
âI-Iâm gonna listen, Iâll listen to you, just please, please donât hurt me.â
He smiles softly as his eyes dart across your face, unable to pick a feature to focus on, everything about you is just too damn perfect. âDonât worry I wonât hurt you, not as long as you listen.â His grip loosens on your hair again. âBut youâll be begging for it soon enough.â Rafeâs whispers are enough to make your sobs start again; in which he pulls your head back into his chest. Your tears soak into his shirt as you have no choice but to cry into him.
To be continued...
Thank you for reading! I hope this was enjoyable. This part took quite a bit for me to finish, since life has been a bit busy and I haven't had much time to plan or write. I apologize for the short chapter, I'll try my best to make up for it with the next part! I never really feel done with anything and as I said before I'm not sure if I'm a fan of this part or not. So, if you have literally ANY feedback, questions, or suggestions, PLEASE feel free to let me know! I don't really have any solid plans for this fic so if you have any ideas I just might include them in future parts. And there's not much I won't write!
Hi đđ«¶đŒ "And then you realized: 'Ah, I'm sitting here'" What confuses me is, how do you realize? For example, I'm listening to a song, how do you realize you're listening to it? Are there any exercises or techniques to shift your attention away from the song and toward noticing that you're listening to a song?
this is how i would explain that according to my understanding and belief....
think of it this way. you're sitting in a cinema watching a movie. the movie has sad scenes and you feel sad. scary scenes and you feel scared. happy scenes and you feel happy. you get so pulled into it that for a moment you forget you're sitting in a seat. you forget there's a screen. you forget none of it is actually happening to you.
that's exactly what life is doing to you every single day.
your thoughts, your emotions, your circumstances â all of it is just the movie playing on the screen. and you are so zoomed in that you forgot there's a you sitting back watching all of it.
the moment you remember â oh wait, i'm the one watching this, not the one in it â that's consciousness becoming aware of itself. that's you stepping back into the seat. the movie is still playing. life is still happening. but now you're not lost in it anymore. you're just watching. calm. present. in control.
and from that seat â that's where you get to decide what the next scene looks like. đ€
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