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Lessons in Honesty: part 2

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chapter 2  

– other chapters: part 1 

– series synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you– by pretending to be your boyfriend.

– notes: hello hello!! thank you so much for all the love on the first chapter of this series. if you haven’t read it, feel free to click the link to part one above!! i love this chapter– my jokes are stupid, and eddie is fun. no trigger warning that i can think of, so please enjoy!!

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“Pipsqueak, catch!”

There was no reason for Eddie to say catch. He had tossed it before he called out, knowing you wouldn’t have time. It only resulted in you turning your head at just the right moment for the shirt to smack onto your face. At least it was a soft object. He’d done the same thing with a soda can once, and while you managed to step out of the way, it exploded on you when it landed on the ground.

Gripping the thin cotton shirt, you dropped it on your lap with a slight scowl at the curly-haired boy. Of course, that infectious grin of his that transformed his face from serious indifference to an overwhelming brightness that made you think you had suddenly stroked out couldn’t be ignored. You ended up laughing and shaking your head exasperatedly. “Yeah, thanks for that!” You replied, standing up to tug the baseball tee over top of the shirt you were already wearing.

Your other Hellfire shirt had been stained, and it took them a while to get a new one made. And it wasn’t from the soda can, by the way. Those stains came out just fine. Instead, the culprit was a leaky pen in the middle of math class. You almost wish it had been because of the soda incident. 

“White’s your colour. Innocent, pure— fitting for someone who’s never taken a single misstep. Then again, there is a demon on it. Can’t be all innocent if you’re in the ‘satanic’ D&D club.” One might think this sort of thing sounded flirty given his assessing gaze and smirk, but it was clear it wasn’t when it came out of Eddie’s mouth. It was just a taunt, a tease, and one he knew would wiggle its way under your skin.

“If you’d have tacked on virginal to that sentence, I would have kicked your ass,” you deadpanned.

His smirk stayed the same. “Didn’t need to. You just said it for me.”

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Billy Hargrove || 2AM

~~~ in which the roles reverse, billy is the late night booty call who knows what he’s feeling is wrong but doesn’t care to stop himself.

~~~ billy hargrove x fem!reader

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“Same time next week?” She asked while walking out of her bathroom in a clean set of matching pink sleeping top and shorts. “Uh yeah of course.” I said while slowly gathering my clothes from her floor. Once I was dressed I walked over to her mirror and messed with my curls, stalling in attempt to gain more time in her presence. Subtly letting my eyes wander her reflection in the mirror, I watched as she grabbed her night creams from her bedside table and gently applied them to her soft silky skin. Her peach-like smell was enticing, it enveloped her entire room making me never want to leave. Clearing my throat as I looked away, I grabbed my cigarettes and lighter from out my pocket, “Goodnight sweetheart” I said while looking at her once more before walking out of her room and making my way out of her house.

One week later…

I found myself at another meaningless party thrown by someone in the popular clique. Who? I couldn’t say but free booze and hot chicks, I’d be crazy to pass that up. As soon as I walked through the front doors a number of people approached me, Tommy and Carol with their usual antics about keeping my spot as the new Hawkins kings and random girls trying their best to catch my attention. Walking past all of them I made my way to the kitchen, grabbing the first bottle in reach and downing a gulp or two. “Hey Billy, was wondering when you would get here.” a redhead said while batting her eyelashes at me, I think her name was Rachel. Typical popular girl, dumb and looking for the hottest guy to bone. But she wasn’t who I wanted to spend the rest of my night with. It was a Friday night, my favorite night of the week considering I spent it under the one girl who I actually cared for.

Couple hours later and a few trips to the keg, I make my way inside to find a bathroom and clean up the beer which had dripped down my face from shotgunning. Making my way through the crowd inside the house, I feel a soft hand gently caress the back of my right arm. Turning my head, instantly viewing her luscious brown locs and beautiful tan skin I love. I give her a wink and a small nod towards the stairs leading upstairs. Once I reached the bathroom, I start to rinse the beer off my neck and jaw. Turning off the water, I hear a quick knock on the door. “I was wondering how long you were gonna try to resist me.” I say slightly smirking, causing her to roll her eyes playfully. “Shut up and kiss me.” She says while pushing her way into the small restroom. “Yes ma’m” I say while locking the door and then pushing her against it. Even just the way she tastes makes my brain run wild, her soft lips make me go haywire. “20 minutes tops.” She says sternly as she starts to tug on my white wife beater tank. “Whatever you say baby” I say while breaking apart our kiss to take off my shirt, instantly going back to make my way down her neck.

“Hey so I know we don’t usually do anything outside of this, and i’m not saying that I don’t like it or anything cause I do, trust me that’s really not it-“ I say as I start to word vomit while buckling my belt, “Just get to the point.” She says while fixing her the straps to her dark green top. “Okay yeah so would you ever wanna go out? Like maybe go get dinner or something.” I say hesitantly while messing with my belt to avoid eye contact. She scoffs, “Billy, you do know what this is right?” She says as she starts to watch me play with my belt. “Sex, not friends, no dates, no romance, just sex. Don’t ask me that again.” She says before reaching up to pat my cheek and with that she’s gone like nothing ever happened. God, how stupid could I be? Of course she was gonna say no. Goddamnit Billy.

One week later…

After embarrassing myself to the point where I forced myself to leave despite nobody having a single clue of what happened, I avoided everyone at all costs. How could I, THE Billy Hargrove, be stuck up on some chick? Yeah she’s incredibly gorgeous, bangin’ body, super smart, and great sense of style but so what? I could easily find someone to replace her. I don’t care about her, I don’t care that she twirls a strand of her hair between her thumb and her pointer finger whenever she’s focused, or the way she rests her hand right above her midriff whenever she laughs, or even the way she only cracks her knuckles when she’s stressed. God, who am I kidding?

I am completely in love with her.

“Hey I know it’s only wednesday and we only meet on friday’s but I’ve just been really stressed so is there any way you can come over right now?” Her sweet voice said to me on the phone. “Um I’m a little busy right now but I’ll see what I can do.” I said to her with a straight tone, desperately trying to seem nonchalant. “Okay no yeah of course just let me know.” She said back, I could almost hear the regret in her tone. Hanging up the phone I immediately started to change into a clean shirt and my trusty Levi’s. Spraying some cologne on and fixing my curls, I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror. She could ask me to rob a bank and I would, god I am so whipped and she doesn’t even know it. Well, I rather have her like this than not at all.

Great Despair

— In which Jacob abandons you out of nowhere but returns with a big secret.

— jacob x fem!reader

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Unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him, is what I would’ve said before he broke my heart. Unconditionally and irrevocably in love is what I would still say now.

It all started with not answering calls, then excuses on why he couldn’t spend time with me, then finally asking if we could talk.

The heavy weight I felt emotionally quickly turned physical as well. I knew something was up with him before he even mentioned it. I felt the way his smile no longer reached his eyes when he was around me, the way his kisses no longer stole my breath. I felt his heart no longer wanting me.

I don’t blame Bella. Why would I? She’s beautiful, and I’m sure she’s amazing if she caught Jakes eye. But I do blame Jake, I blame him for playing along while he knew deep down I wasn’t what he wanted anymore. I blame him for not trying to hide the way he felt about me was changing. I blame him for hurting me and going back on his word. I blame him for ever letting the words leave his mouth, for ever speaking of how much he loved me.

I hadn’t bothered to speak to any of the other guys since he left. Not like there were many left either way, Jared had already joined Sam’s cult, Embry following quickly after. Quil came by once to check on me, but I just made my mom send him away. I felt bad, I mean after all he was alone too, but it was just too hard, all he did was remind me of Jake. Eventually he showed up to class with more muscle, shorter hair cut, and sporting a muscle top which showed off his matching tattoo with all the others.

Going back to school was somehow worse. Being captain of the reservations only girl’s lacrosse team made it hard to drown out peoples whispers. Walking down the hall I could feel peoples eyes on me, them whispering rumors and lies to each other, judging. It was hard at first, not letting their selfish words get to me. I had no one, not Jake, not Quil, not any of the other guys. I felt completely isolated from my world, but I guess I was just going to have to get used to it because they all made it very clear they wanted nothing to do with me.

The last game of the season was coming up, it was a big tradition for everyone on the reservation to show up and support the girls as some went off to college and others stepped up and took on their new roles. Being completely honest, I wanted nothing to do with lacrosse, especially not when the whole town was going to watch you play. Despite this, I gathered up whatever dignity and courage I had left, which wasn’t much, and drove myself to the stadium. Entering the locker I put on my game face and got into my zone. It wasn’t fair to let myself drown in self pity and rub off bad energy on all the girls who had worked so hard to get us here.

“3 minutes girls!” Our coach announced as the girls started getting their gear ready. I walked into the bathroom and leaned over the sink, looking into the mirror, into my emotionless eyes. “Hey you okay?” Kim asks, making me look up at her. “Huh? Yeah I’m good, just getting into game mode.” I say while forcing a smile. “Okay um you got 1 minute left before we gotta get on the field.” She says before walking away. Kim, new girlfriend of Jared. Must be nice, being so close to the only person who could fix my broken heart. I envy her, she’s with someone whom she loves, someone who also loves her back, someone who would go to the ends of the world if she asked.

Walking onto the sideline, I shake hands with the referee and the opposing team’s head captain. After our routine pre-game huddle, the ref’s blow the whistle initialing the minute warning. I step onto the field, scanning the crowd of people on the bleachers out of instinct. I curse myself, how dumb could I be? Of course he’s not going to be at his ex girlfriends lacrosse game. But, it wouldn’t hurt to check right? I continue looking through the crowd and then, I find those beautiful brown eyes, we lock into a gaze. It feels as if the wind has been knocked out of me, I grasp my stick tighter as all the sounds around me suddenly go quiet.

I hear the high-pitched ring coming from the ref’s whistle, indicating that the game has begun. Quickly breaking our eye contact, I say a quick prayer in my head and try to focus on the game. I see our midfielder gain control of the ball and quickly pass to Kim. I run alongside the edge of the field, making my way past the center line. “OPEN!” I yell catching Kim’s attention, she nods and moves clear of any players in front of her, throwing the ball about 20 feet into the net of my stick. I quickly turn and dodge and opposing player as she attempts to shoulder check me, getting close enough of to the goal I take my chances and throw, the ball going straight over the goalies head, earning us a point.

We win the game with 6 points leading, walking towards the bench I can see my family rushing towards me from the bleachers. “Oh baby you did so good! I am so proud of my little girl.” My mom says as she pulls me in for a hug. I smile at her, pulling away from the hug and grabbing my father’s and younger sister’s arms to bring them in. “We’ll see you at home Sloan.” My father says while kissing my forehead as a goodbye. I nod and gather my gear, placing it into my gym bag. I start saying goodbyes to my teammates, “Hey, you did really good tonight.” Kim once I get to her, “Thanks you too.” I say, giving her a small smile. “Hey, um I heard about you and Jacob. I hope things work out between you and him, I know how much you two loved each other.” She says, “Oh, um thanks but I don’t think he wants anything to do with me.” I say truthfully, she gives me a sympathetic smile, she reaches out for my hand, “I hope he proves you wrong.” She says while consoling me, I force a smile and start walking away.

Opening my bedroom door, the heavy energy rushing to me. My bed’s unmade, clothes on the floor, tissues on the bed side table. I sigh, grabbing trash around the room, putting my clothes up, and changing my sheets. I guess i’m just going to have to accept the fact that this is it, we aren’t together anymore and there’s nothing I can do about it. As I finish showering and am about to get in bed, I hear small clicks coming from my window. Slowly, I make my way towards my blinds, lifting them and peaking my head to find the cause of the noise. “Jacob?” I say in shock, lifting up my window I bend down and move my head under and out the window. “What are you doing here?” I ask with a stern tone, “Can I come up Sloan?” He asks while dropping the rest of the pebbles he had collected in his right palm. I contemplate, this does not sound like a good idea, why is he even here? I thought he never wanted to hear from me again, I think in my head before slowly nodding yes. I back up and sit down on my dark green comforter, watching as he carefully climbs in through my window. I start playing with my hands nervously before looking up to him and connecting our eyes. “Ahem, look I just wanted to say I’m sorry for the way things ended. I know what I said and I know that you didn’t deserve that, It’s just complicated but…I am sorry Sloan.” He says after sitting down next to me, I take a deep breath and look at the picture sitting on my dresser. It was a picture of us, on our 1 year anniversary. We had taken a trip to Seattle and spent the whole day doing stuff around the city, ending our night at our hotel room which looked down at the city. We sat in silence for a few minutes, he stood up and headed towards my window to leave, “Jacob?” I say quietly, he stops in his tracks and slowly turns to look at me, “Do you love her?” I say while trying to fight the tears building up. “What? No, I never loved her, I never wanted her, I’ve only ever wanted you Sloan.” He says before walking towards me, kneeling in front of me and holding my hands in his. “I love you Sloan, I’m still in love with you.” He says slowly, I look into his eyes as a tear manages to slip out. He wipes it away with his thumb, cradling my face with one hand. “There’s something I have to tell you.” He says before closing his eyes and kissing both my hands. “Will you come with me?” He asks, “Okay.” I say, placing my hand on the side of his neck, feeling his warm skin under mine.

“What are we doing in the woods Jake?” I asks hesitantly as we walk further away from my house, slowly becoming just an blurry view in the distance. “I have to show you something, it’ll all make sense after.” He says while still holding onto my hand, “Okay this is good, now just stand there, and don’t move.” He says while stepping away, I look around us and see nothing but darkness and trees. I turn back around and see him taking off his clothes. “Jake what are you doing?” I say, trying to maintain eye contact and respect his modesty, “It’s okay Sloan, I promise.” He says while standing a couple yard away from me, completely bare. I swallow thickly and try to maintain the rest of the body heat I had left. My jaw drops as I watch Jake turn from the body I love into a wolf standing about 3 feet taller than me, I slowly starts backing up. He whimpers and lowers his head, making eye contacts with me. I hesitate, before slowly making my way towards him, placing a hand atop of his head, slowly petting him. After a couple minutes he backs up and somehow changes back into the boy I know. “I couldn’t tell you until I knew, I had to make sure it was you.” I furrow my eyebrows, “So you turn into a huge wolf then….I’m guessing all the legends are true then? Even the pale face ones?” I say questionably, he finishes putting his clothes back on before nodding. “Yeah they are, but there’s one that I wanted to talk about…..I don’t know if my dad ever told this one at a council meeting but do you know what imprinting is?” He asks me while reaching out for my hand, we start the walk back to my house but in no rush. “No I don’t think so.” I say looking up at him, “Well, basically, it’s a wolf thing but apparently we all have imprints, I guess you could say their like our soulmates. We can be whatever they need, a friend, a brother, a father, even a lover. The gods will align you two to somehow cross paths, just how Leah’s cousin came to visit randomly and within the next 2 months she was married to Same.” I slowly nod, “Sam didn’t want to hurt Leah, he loved her, but the imprint is too strong to deny. It becomes mentally and physically painful. Like all the cells in your body are fighting back, trying to push you towards something. And when you do find your imprint it’s like nobody else compares, nothing else matters except them. The world goes silent, air goes still, the world completely stops. All you want from that point on is for your imprint to be safe, to protect them, to love them.” He says passionately, our hands still connected. “So, I’m guessing Bella is your imprint..” I say sheepishly, trying to mask my heartbreak. He surprisingly laughs, then reveals a toothy grin. “You are so clueless aren’t you.” He says boastingly, “It’s you. I imprinted on you.” He stops us from walking and steps in front of me, grabbing both my hands. “Ignoring you was a mistake, breaking up was a mistake. You don’t know how bad I wanted to tell you, but I had to protect you until I knew for sure it was you. I mean even now I’m going against Sam’s orders. But Sloan, I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.” He says emotionally, I look up to him, “You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted you to say that.” I say smiling making him let out a small chuckle.

“I will never leave you again, I promise you Sloan Deere.” He says as I lay in his chest, both of us basking in the comfort of my bed. “I will spend the rest of my life completely devoted to you, if you’ll have me.” He says, gently pushing my face up to meet his, I look into his eyes and can almost see how genuine his words are. I take a deep breath in and kiss him. Our lips move in sync, his sweet taste engulfing my thoughts. I slowly pull away while placing a hand on the back of his neck, “I love you Jake.” I say before looking into his eyes, “I love you too Sloan.” He says, slowly connect our lips.

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Series Summary: Bradley Bradshaw was not one to put all of his free time into a relationship, and that is the exact reason his girlfriend, Briana, broke up with him. Despite things being pretty casual between them, he decides he wants her back and this results in him coming up with an idea that not only breaks your heart, but his own.

Warnings: frat boy bradley, college au, alcohol consumption, weed usage, drugs, swearing, insecurity, self-deprecating thoughts, bets, hints of bradley having anger issues, unwanted touching, public smut, pda, mentions of death, mentions of fighting, mentions of blood and injuries, terrible friendships, oral (f receiving), fingering, mentions of bad past sexual relations, more as the series goes on

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

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a/n: there is literally so much fluff in this but i hope you guys enjoy it anyway i refused to go to bed until i finished it (not my gif) ALSO: a "certain" scene came out of nowhere i had not planned on writing it so when you get there just know i was feeling spontaneous

Summary: Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, moves you into your dorm for college. But saying goodbye proves to be a lot more difficult than either of you anticipated.

Warnings: swearing , sex (fingering, mentions of others but is not in detail) lots of tears and fluff

Word Count: 5.9k

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Rafe is the only person that does not grumble as you move into your dorm. Your entire family had huffed and puffed all day, complaining about how long the walk from the parking lot from your room was, how hot it was outside, the amount of stuff you brought, and everything in between. By the time Rafe brought the last box up, you were completely over move-in day and you just wanted your family to leave.

He could tell you were in a mood, so he handed your brother some cash and told him to run down the hall and get some water for everyone. He does as he's told and runs off, taking your mom with him. Rafe comes over and stands beside you, wrapping his arm around you.

You don't hesitate as you fall into his chest, letting him hold you up. You're sweaty, exhausted, and grumpy, and the thought of unpacking even half of this shit just makes you mad. He wraps his arms around you, laying a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

Your dad starts attempting to organize your boxes, but when he looks up and sees the two of you, he tells you he's going to make sure the car is locked. A totally bullshit excuse, but you don't even care. Alone time with Rafe sounds like heaven right now.

"You okay?" Rafe whispers against your head.

You don't reply right away, you just move closer to him, tucking yourself into his chest. There are so many different emotions running through your mind; the irritation from your family bitching, the sadness of leaving your childhood home, and then anxiety of leaving Rafe.

"This is supposed to be fun," you grumble, feeling Rafe's chest move as he laughs at you.

"It is fun, baby," he disagrees, "Look. You have this whole room to decorate, and a dining hall just a little ways away, and a nice bathroom down the hall-"

"Yeah," you scoff, "That I get to share with five other girls."

Rafe laughs again, looking down at you when he feels you look up at him. You rest your chin on his sternum and stare at him with your puppy dog eyes, the ones you know can get him to do anything.

"Is it too late to move in with you?" you ask him quietly.

"Never," he grins, "But this is where you need to be right now, yeah?"

You sigh and then nod your head, but return your eyes up to look at him again. He moves his hand up and brushes a sweaty piece of hair from your face.

"Can you at least stay the night, then?"

You know your roommate isn't moving in until tomorrow, and the thought of Rafe leaving you makes you want to attach yourself to his leg and force him to take you home with him. He nods his head slowly, a grin forming on the ends of his lips.

"I brought an overnight bag because I knew you'd ask," he lets his grin take over his face, "It's in the truck."

You smile and lean up to kiss him, so thankful that he knows what you're thinking even before you do.

You hear a knock on the door and yell for them to come in, watching your little brother peak his head in. He enters with your parents, handing you and Rafe both a water bottle. You untangle yourself from him, only for the sake of your parents. Truthfully, you're afraid if you let him go, he'll evaporate.

Your family stays for a bit, your mom obsessively organizing the boxes in the order she believes you should unpack in, and your dad trying to put together some of the shelves you brought. You tell him that Rafe is staying for a while, you can't tell him for the night because he'll freak, and that he will handle it later.

You don't necessarily want to shove them out, but you're ready for them to leave so you can be alone with Rafe without them hovering over the two of you.

After a while, they finally take your hint, and they give you their goodbyes. Your parents both cry, then tell your little brother on the way out that he's not allowed to leave them. You laugh at them as you and Rafe walk them to the parking lot to say your final goodbyes.

They all give you hugs, tell them to call anytime, and they cry some more. When they finally load themselves in the car, you exhale a sigh of relief. You've been ready to move away from your parents for a while now.

Instead of asking how you feel, Rafe just seems to know, which is why you're not surprised when he loops his arm around your neck and pulls you into his chest again, burying his face in your hair. He wishes he could bottle up your scent and bring it home so he could smell you every time he misses you.

Truthfully, he's having a lot of anxiety about getting in his truck tomorrow to leave you. He knows this is where you want to be, and he's thankful you're not further away, but he's still going to miss you like crazy.

He brings your chin up to give you a kiss, but gives you three instead. He's trying to get them all in before he leaves you, which he knows will be impossible.

"Let's get your bag from the truck," you tell him, taking his hand in yours.

As the two of you walk, hand in hand, Rafe repeatedly kisses your temple or the top of your head, just to, as he put it, 'show everyone around that you are not to be hit on'. You roll your eyes and laugh at him, but it makes you feel good so you let him do what he wants.

Once you get to the truck, Rafe unlocks it and opens the back driver's side door to retrieve his overnight bag. You, out of sheer boredom and exhaustion, open the driver's side door and hop in the seat where Rafe usually sits, letting your feet dangle off the side. He closes the door, and when he sees you, he quickly moves over and looks at you, wondering what you're doing.

"What?" you ask him, looking at him like he's crazy. The expression on his face looks as if he's worried about something - almost mad at you.

"Nothing, just get out of the truck, babe," he sighs, nothing light in his expression at all.

"Did I do something wrong?" you ask him, and when you don't move, he grabs onto your wrist and helps you down from his seat.

"No, it's fine," he huffs.

It's clearly not, but you don't push it. He shuts the door quickly and locks the car right after, then tucks the keys in his pocket. you hear him exhale with relief, then he reaches down and takes your hand like nothing is wrong. You're not sure why he's acting so bizarre, but you hope that's the last you see of it.

He swing your hands back and forth as you walk back to your room, completely and totally fine now. You don't bring it up, but boy, are you curious. He looks down and smiles at you, just taking in your beauty. Leaving you is not going to be easy tomorrow.

When you get back to your dorm, you collapse on your bed and tell Rafe to come cuddle. He shakes his head and picks up one of the boxes your mom so sweetly organized, the one labeled 'Bed'. He opens it up and pulls out your new sheets and pillows, throwing them at you.

"We don't have to unpack anything else, but I'm not sleeping on that shitty dorm room mattress without a sheet and a pillow," he tells you.

"Careful," you say as you hop off the bed, "Your rich side is showing."

Rafe rolls his eyes and picks up one of your pillows, whacking you with it. He helps you put your sheet on the bed, wanting to make it up all nice for you, but you crawl into it the second the sheets are down, so he accepts defeat and climbs up with you, bringing your comforter with him.

You immediately mold to his body under the covers, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck, knowing his familiar scent will always comfort you. It brings you back to the first night you ever spent with Rafe; the two of you in his bed, totally naked under the sheets, breathing in everything about one another.

My how far you've come.

You feel him take your hand under the sheets, his fingers wrapping themselves around your ring finger possessively. He brings his other hand up to your hair, stroking it as a way of comforting you and helping you relax. It's only about three in the afternoon, but you swear you could fall asleep with him.

You hear a knock on your door, and you groan. You don't care who it is, you just want them to go away. Rafe laughs at you, then slides out from under you to get the door. You curse at him for leaving you, which just makes him smile.

He turns and pulls open the door, fixing his hair as he looks out.

"Yo," Rafe speaks, and you know he'd never speak that way to a girl.

You sit up, listening as the person at the door starts to speak.

"I'm Tucker, I'm the RA for the residence hall," he says, sounding a little confused on why Rafe is opening the door.

"Oh, I thought this was an all girl's dorm?" Rafe questions, leaning up against the door frame.

"It's not," Tucker states, his voice firm, "But that still begs the question of who the hell you are."

You sigh as you see Rafe's back muscles tense up, knowing you now have to get out of bed. You hop down and walk over to the door, pushing Rafe out of the way.

"Listen, dude-"

"Hi," you stop Rafe, holding your hand out for Tucker, "I'm Y/N. My roommate won't be here until tomorrow."

He nods his head and grabs ahold of your hand, shaking it a bit too long for Rafe's liking. You watch from the corner of your eye as he sets his hand on his hip, then coughs and glares at the RA, trying to look innocent, even though all of you know what he's doing.

Tucker drops your hand and looks down at his clipboard, then back up to you.

"Guests may not stay more than three consecutive nights," he glances at Rafe, "If you need anything, I have a room down the hall, second door on your right. Any questions or concerns, my door is always open."

Rafe steps behind you now, setting both of his hands on your hips as he stares at Tucker.

"I'm sure it is," Rafe remarks, pulling you back from the door, "And I'm sure my girlfriend will be fine. Thanks for stopping by."

Tucker glares at Rafe, then rolls his eyes.

"Thank you, Tucker," you say quietly.

You know you probably would've interrupted Rafe a lot sooner if you weren't so tired and so sick of everyone interrupting your time together, but you just didn't want to deal with it anymore.

Rafe waves his fingers at the RA, then closes the door with his foot. You don't say a word, you just glare at Rafe and then walk around him, climbing back into your bed.

"What, you're mad or something?" he groans, following you back over.

"You can just sleep in the spare bed if you're gonna act like that," you pout, pulling the covers over you and spreading your body out so he had no room to climb in.

Rafe sighs, then leans down and whispers in your ear, "I'm sorry, okay? I just wasn't a fan of that guy. What can I say? I'm just a sucker for you, I guess."

You hum in response, showing absolutely no understanding for what Rafe has just told you. You even close your eyes, pretending to go to sleep.

"Well, I'm not sleeping in the spare bed," he announces once he stands back up, and when you don't react, he adds, "I guess I'll just have to get home to my bed."

He leans over and watches your eyes pop open, so he quickly looks away and reaches for his duffle bag.

"Don't you fucking dare," you sit up quickly, watching as he looks up at you and breaks into a laugh.

He sets his bag back down on the floor and steps over to you, trying not to melt at the pouty look plastered across your face. He grabs your head and pulls you to him, stroking your back.

"I would never," he tells you, his voice softer, as if he's promising more than just tonight.

You scoot over and let him climb in bed with you again, the covers swallowing both of your bodies. This is all you've wanted all day, and you're extremely grateful that you're finally getting it.

A few hours later, Rafe tells you he wants to go eat, and you offer up the dining hall. Mainly, you do it as a joke, because you know Rafe and you know he would never eat there. You just want to see his face get all scrunched up as he's grossed out by the thought, which is exactly what he does when you suggest it.

"No, baby," he groans, "A nice place. It's the last time I get to take you out for a bit. Come on, up you go."

He starts to drag you from the bed, and as much as you don't want to go, you get up for him. Because he wants to do this for you.

You change out of your gross clothes and replace it with a cute, casual sundress. Nothing too fancy, but not bad either. Rafe throws on a Polo, asking you to button the second button for him because he 'can't fucking get it'.

You walk hand in hand to the truck once again, the only difference being that it's darker now. Rafe keeps trying to push away the ache in his chest as the hours pass, knowing it's only getting closer to him having to leave. He wants to stay with you forever, but he knows he can't. As Tucker had so gently told him, guests are not permitted longer than three nights. So he figures forever might be a bit of a stretch.

He opens the door of the truck for you and takes his time watching you climb in, hoping a draft will come through and be strong enough to make your dress fly up. He's unfortunately very mistaken, so he just gives you a kiss instead.

When he gets in the truck, he sets his arm across the center console and puts his hand on your thigh. This usually wouldn't phase you, but Rafe usually holds your hand on the center console as he drives. You just shrug it off, choosing not to mention it to him.

He takes you to a nice place he had researched and ended up making reservations at, just in case you had asked him to stay with you. It was a little bit of a drive from campus, but you didn't mind and neither did he.

You both sit at dinner and try to keep the conversation light, but it quickly turns into you getting emotional when Rafe starts preaching about how much he loves you.

"Baby, come on, don't cry," he says, but not because he's embarrassed, just because he knows he'll cry, too.

"I'm sorry," you wipe the corner of your eye, trying to prevent the tear from falling down your cheek.

He reaches across the table and takes your hand, squeezing it as his way of subtly comforting you.

"I'm sorry," you repeat, looking up at him, "I just don't want you to go."

Rafe nods his head, feeling the same way. He swallows his hesitations and his anxieties, knowing they will only be a burden to you now as you make this transition.

"I can be here any time you need me. And you can come home, we're going to be just fine," he says, convincing himself as much as he's trying to convince you.

"Promise me," you say, sniffling and then exhaling, "Promise that you're with me."

Rafe's eyes soften and his heart almost melts in his chest as he looks at you, blubbering and holding back tears as you ask him to do that. He feels guilty, thinking you should already be one-hundred percent sure he's with you.

"Baby," he says, his voice serious, "I promise you. I love you."

You nod your head, soaking in the words and using them to relax. You play them over again in your head, trying to commit them to memory so you never forget it.

"Okay," you nod after a second, "All right. I love you, too."

Rafe sits back in his chair but still keeps ahold of your hand. He only lets go when your food comes out, and he changes the subject and lightens the mood by bringing up the gift he wants to get your little brother at Christmas. It's some Xbox game you've never heard of, but Rafe seems excited about it, and you think it's sweet that he's planning out a gift for your brother months before the holiday.

Once you both finish eating, Rafe takes care of the bill and then takes your hand, guiding you out of the restaurant. He steps over to hold the passenger door open for you as usual, but instead of getting in the truck, you lean up and kiss them. You're firm and controlling, yet gentle all at the same time. It's enough to make Rafe melt. Or totally turn him on.

"Get in the truck," he speaks, his voice raspy. You can tell you've done something to him, so you bite your lip and do as you're told, ignoring how he swears under his breath when he looks at you.

He closes the door behind you and practically runs to his side, not even waiting to shut his door before he kisses you again. He grabs both sides of your face and pulls you to him, but you're just not close enough.

"Get over here," he demands, but doesn't wait for you to move. He grabs your hips and picks you up as best he can, relying on your help to climb over the console and onto his lap.

You do, just like you've done countless times before, and continue to kiss him. He moans against your mouth, only turning you on more. He moves his mouth down to your neck, not even caring about whether or not you want hickeys on your neck on the first day of school. You're getting them.

He bites you, as soft as he possibly can, which makes you gasp. You feel him grin against your neck, but the work he's doing feels too good to stop him.

He continues working on your neck while one of his hands travels down underneath your dress. He quickly pushes your underwear aside in one motion and slips two of his fingers inside of you. You gasp again, the cool metal of his ring surprising you.

"You kiss me like that and don't expect a reaction?" he looks at you, smirking as he watches you groan.

"Rafe," you moan, wanting him to move his fingers faster.

"Hmm?" he moves down to your neck again, then back up to your lips, "What is it, baby?"

You gasp as he curls his fingers inside of you, and he just loves watching you take it.

"Oh, my God," you moan, louder than meaning to, the second he speeds up.

He knows exactly what you want, you don't even have to tell him. He knows your body like the back of his hand. He knows where to kiss you on your neck to turn you on, he knows the spot your inner thigh that makes you gasp every time he kisses it, he know exactly how deep in you he needs to get to make you scream.

And you fucking love it.

"Come on, baby," he says, his voice soothing as he uses his other hand to stroke your back, "Come on, now."

He feels you clench around him and smirks, pulling back to watch your face as you let go onto his hand. He pulls his fingers out after a minute, bringing them up to his mouth while he continues to smirk at you.

"Jesus, Rafe," you say, sitting back against the steering wheel.

He sees you start to relax and shakes his head, looking up at you with a devious grin.

"I'm not gonna be able to last until the dorm, baby," he says, "Take your underwear off."

You stare at him, watching as he orders you, and try to take a mental picture of this look right now. It will have to be the one that gets you off every time you miss him and wish he was there to fuck you.

So, you do as he says, removing your underwear without hesitation, and watch his smirk grow.

You and Rafe arrive back at the dorm much later than you had originally planned, but you would've been later if you had indulged Rafe in round two like he wanted. You promise him one back at the dorm instead.

He's learning his way around the campus quickly, you can tell, because he leads you all the way from the parking lot to your dorm. When you get in, you take your dress, and your soaked underwear, off and change into shorts and the shirt Rafe had been wearing before he changed for dinner. It's a Kildare Island shirt, but you've wanted it for some time now, and you know he'll let you have it.

Rafe takes off his shirt and shorts, staying only in his boxers. When he turns around and sees you in the shirt he had been wearing not four hours ago, he just smiles and shakes his head, knowing he's lost it.

You both crawl into bed together, not being able to get close enough to one another. He twirls a strand of your hair around his finger, watching the way it falls and pops back into it's pin straight nature.

"I love you so much," you tell him, feeling your tears start to come up again.

He takes a deep breath, one you feel against your head, trying to contain his emotions as well.

"I love you, too, baby."

You move and leave a kiss on his stomach, then another, then another. He moves his hand up to the top of your head, stroking it through your hair as he feels your lips work on his skin. You trail up his chest and to his lips, kissing him again.

This kiss is different, it's not full of lust and want, it's full of need. You need him, you know that, and he needs you back. He kisses you back with the same intensity, doing his best to hold you to him.

Rafe wants to move this even further, but you can feel the tears start to well up in your eyes again. He sits up and pulls you into his lap as the first one falls, another one quickly behind it. He feels the water on his finger and pulls away from the kiss to look at you.

You sniffle, trying to keep it in, but he can see it on your face right away.

"I'm sorry," you say before he can speak first, letting more tears fall down.

"Oh, baby," he sighs, pulling you into his chest and stroking down your back, "It's okay. Everything's okay."

You two sit like that for a long time, so long that Rafe can feel your body relax, then hears a soft snore on his shoulder from you. He smiles, glad he was able to coax you into sleep, and gently slides himself flat on the bed, bringing you with him.

And he falls asleep like that, with you completely wrapped around him, not letting go if your life depended on it.

You wake up the next morning with both your arms wrapped around Rafe's neck, your legs wrapped around his. He's snoring, you're pretty sure this is one of very few times he's slept later than you. He looks so handsome, so soft, so gentle, which only gets you emotional again.

You almost feel ridiculous being so attached to him. He's told you everything you wanted to hear, promised you he's with you for good, and yet, you worry. You worry about growing apart, you worry about him finding someone else, you even worry about something happening to him. You just know that losing him, in any sense of the word, would literally be your nightmare.

You lay there for a while, brushing your hand lightly over his cheeks, his soft skin, and just watch him sleep. You think about how you love him more than you've ever loved anyone or anything. Ever. He is it for you, that you're sure of.

"Hmm, good morning, baby," Rafe mumbles out, his voice still groggy.

"Good morning," you reply, doing your best to smile for him.

He reaches up and pulls your chin down to him to give him a kiss. He smiles, a real, genuine smile, before it hits him that this might be the last time in a while that he gets to wake up with you.

"Sleep okay?" you ask, setting your head back down on him again.

"The best night sleep I will get for the next few weeks, that's for damn sure," he tells you, trying to laugh it off but you both know he means it.

You both lay there for a while, not wanting to talk about it. You know Rafe can't stay all day, because he has to get back to work for Ward, but neither of you rush him leaving.

When he finally does tell you that you both need to get up, you just nod. He can tell by your face that you just need to take this process slowly, and that he can do for you. He tells you to go down the hall and shower first, so you do.

When you return, still with those same puppy dog eyes, Rafe kisses you and tells you he'll be back after he showers. He makes it quick because he doesn't want to leave you alone for too long. When he comes back into the room, you're laying back down on the bed, your wet hair soaking your pillowcase.

You look up at him and stare as he stands there in a towel and nothing else. He steps over and sits down, watching as you move your head over and set it in his lap. He strokes your wet hair, knowing words are not what you need right now.

After a bit, you turn your head and look up at him, staring at him for a second before you say, "Take me, Rafe."

No games, no jokes, no playing. You just wanted to feel close to him. He nods his head as you move up to lay down, watching as he takes his towel off and climbs on top of you.

He shows you just how much he loves you. Kissing every square inch on your body. You can feel him everywhere, and you know it's by far the most passionate sex you two have ever had. The most intimate.

Once you two finish, he lays with you for a while. He writes his name in your skin with the base of his index finger. He tells you how much he loves you, and how you're the only one for him.

You start to cry when he gets dressed. He does his best to kiss the tears away one by one, then uses the base of his thumb to wipe away any more that come after you promise you're okay.

He packs all his clothes in his bag, minus one Kildare Island shirt, and then zips it up, turning around to you to tell you he's gotta get back to the island now. You nod your head and reach out to take his hand, promising yourself you're not going to cry.

You both walk incredibly slow out to the truck. He keeps bringing his hand up to kiss your knuckles.

Once the truck is in sight, you stop and look up at Rafe.

"I don't want to be here anymore," you tell him, shaking your head.

Rafe pulls your head to his chest and drops his bag on the ground, wrapping both arms around you.

"Baby, this is where you need to be. You'll figure out your groove and adjust in no time. You hear me?"

You nod your head and sniffle, and Rafe swears he could just throw you in the truck and take you home with him. But he knows he has to do what's best for you.

"All right," you say. He picks his bag up again and walks to the truck, still holding onto you.

He opens up the back door and throws the bag inside, then turns back to you with a sad kind of smile.

"You should know, I tucked a pair of your underwear in my bag."

This makes you laugh, which in turn makes him laugh.

"Weirdo," you sigh, shaking your head.

He pulls you into him again, this hug feeling more final. He holds back his own tears as he squeezes onto you, hoping and praying that he will get to see you soon.

"Please don't leave me," you say quietly, immediately feeling selfish when you do.

Going to school had been your decision, and now you're putting all the pressure on Rafe to comfort you and stay with you. You know you're being unfair.

"Oh, my God, baby," he speaks, his voice cracking with his own emotions, "You know I would never."

You wet his shirt as you start to cry, and when he feels you shake, he lets his own tears fall.

"You're going to be fine," he says, sniffling to keep his tears from soaking the top of your head.

You try your best to pull it together, knowing Rafe doesn't have all day to babysit your crying ass. So, you do what Rafe has done a thousand times. You suck it up. You pull your head away from his chest and wipe your face, then look up at him.

"You're right," you say, "I'm gonna be fine. And if I'm not, I can come home after a semester and figure something out."

Rafe shakes his head, "No escape routes, Y/N. You're doing this. Just relax, okay, babe?"

You just nod. He leans down and kisses you, letting it linger before he kisses you one last time.

"I'll see you soon, baby," he promises.

You nod again, afraid if you speak, your voice will be unsteady and Rafe will start to cry again. He opens up his door and climbs into the seat, turning around for a moment to the console and tucking something into his pocket before he turns back to you.

"Rafe," you say, watching as he brings his eyes up to yours, "I love you."

He looks at you for a brief moment, his heart swelling in his chest, before he says the words that almost make your heart stop.

"Marry me."

Your jaw falls open, but you quickly shake your head and realize he's just talking about the future.

"Rafe," you groan.

He hops out of the truck and walks over to you, grabbing ahold of your shoulders.

"I mean it. Marry me, baby. I love you and I know that it's you, and I don't know a lot, but that I'm sure of," he rambles, staring at you as you realize he's serious.

"Rafe-" you start again, but he stops you.

"I know we're fucking young but I don't care. I don't want anyone else and I will never want anyone else. I'm sorry babe, but I can't go back to that island like this, I need to know that you're here, with a piece of mu heart on your finger and to know that I have every intention in the world of being with you for the rest of my life-"

"Oh, my God, Rafe," you start to laugh at his rambling, at the way he doesn't realize you don't need much convincing, "Baby, take a breath."

He inhales deeply, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, velvet box. Your face drops as you stare at it.

"What is that?" you ask him, even though you know full well what it is.

"I bought it the day we came home from that college tour at USC. I mean, I've known since the day we started dating that it was you, but I completely made up my mind after that trip. It's always going to be you, baby."

Your eyes well up so fast that you can't stop the tears from falling. He bought you a fucking ring. You cry even harder as he sinks down to one knee in the middle of the parking lot, looking up at you with nothing but love and tears in his eyes.

"Please be my wife, Y/N."

He opens the box and your eyes grow wide. The ring is everything you've ever dreamed of, everything you have ever wanted. And so is the boy.

You look from the ring to him, looking at how sure he is that this is what he wants.

"Rafe, we're so young," you tell him through your tears.

He stands up and comes over to you, pulling your chin up to look at him.

"So, we'll have a long engagement," he shrugs.

"What about our parents?" you ask, hoping to give him all of your hesitations just so he can fix them.

"We'll have a long engagement," he repeats, as if it's obvious how that would solve it.

"Rafe-"

"Will there be an answer to this question, because I think I'm starting to go into cardiac arrest," he tells you, laughing as he speaks.

"Oh, my God," you laugh, "Yes, of course I will marry you, Rafe Cameron!"

Rafe smiles from ear to ear as he practically tackles you in a fit of hugs and kisses. He kisses every inch of your face, then reaches for your hand and pulls it out, sliding the ring on your finger. Everything about it is perfect. It fits you beautifully and looks absolutely stunning on you.

"I love you so much," he tells you, kissing your lips again.

"I love you, too," you smile.

And as you stand there, being held by the man who makes you feel the safest, and staring at the ring that will one day make you Rafe's wife, every fear you had twenty minutes ago melts away

Congrats on 500!! Could I please get 193 with hockey!Rafe?✨

thanks dear!

warning: nsfw!!!!!!!!! 18+ (daddy kink)

rafe’s head was burying in your shoulder, his body blanketing yours as he tried to control his breathing.

“shit.” he whispered, starting to roll off of you, his sweaty chest sticking to yours.

you squirmed, already missing the weight of your fridge-sized boyfriend. 

“noooo,” you whined, starting to roll towards him. “come back!”

rafe put a placating hand on your lower stomach, “give me a second, baby. shit. i think you may have killed me.”

you pouted, going to grab at him, trying to get him to give you the attention you rightfully deserved. “c’mon babe - one more!”

rafe propped his head up just enough to look at you. “one more?!” he yelped. “i barely survived that last round - baby, give me like thirty seconds and i’ll go down on you - but there’s no way i’m getting it up again anytime soon.”

you rested your chin on his heaving chest, lower lip comically protruded at this point. “but i’m so empty.” you whined, wiggling your still-wet cunt on his outer thigh. “fill me up.”

rafe looked up at the ceiling, a silent prayer for strength on his lips, before reaching down to play with your cunt, still full of his come from the previous two rounds. “shit - we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?”

you shrugged, tilting your cunt into the pressure of his thick fingers. “i dunno, but i need it, daddy! c’mon!”

you grinned as rafe heaved himself into position, comfortably settling his face between your open thighs - “alright sweetheart, let me go down on you until i can get it up again - and then i’ll fill you up.”