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can u plsss do something where reader keeps noticing dark rafe always looking at her at the gym and then he follows her out one night w noncon 🙏🏾

[warnings] dark!gymbro!rafe x reader, NONCON sex, little editing READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

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When a brand new gym was built near your apartment complex, you knew you had no excuse but to start going on a regular basis. Despite how scared you were of the gym bros and pilates princesses, you pushed yourself to start. First, you attended the group workout classes to get yourself comfortable. Slowly, you started using all of the other gym equipment.

Once you started going to the gym after work, you got even more comfortable with working out in the presence of others. Sometimes you were even brave enough to start conversations with other girls who were working out by themselves. You still considered it a time for you to decompress, and often, you listened to music or podcasts for the entire time.

As you got into a routine, you started to notice the gym attendees who were always there when you were. You started to differentiate the people you saw on the weekend versus those you saw during the weekends. There was one attendee in particular you began to notice more and more. Whenever you were at the gym, he seemed to be there too. He was always there before you, and he was often still working out when you were leaving.

At first, it wasn’t an irrational thought to believe he spent a lot of time there. His upper body was no laughing matter, in fact, he almost looked dangerous when he was lifting in front of the mirror. Short dark blonde hair and empty blue eyes often greeted you whenever you were trying to mind your own business. At first, you thought it was a coincidence because why would someone like that take an interest in you?

Besides that, he’d never spoken to you. Unsuccessfully, you tried to tune him out. There were always eyes lingering on you while you walked on the treadmill or when you were grabbing weights from the rack. As you grew more comfortable with your body, you started buying cute workout sets, ones that hugged your curves. The staring only increased, making you feel conflicted about your choice.

He was not at all your type. You’d never been with a muscular type of guy, and you’d feel quite intimidated by someone like that. Deliberately, you started wearing jackets and sweatshirts again.

There was a grocery store also near your apartment, and you’d often stop by after your workout. One night, you noticed him standing near the bakery section, gray hoodie over his head, as you were looking through the smoothies in the fresh produce section.

You debated going up to him and just saying hello to put yourself at ease, but when you turned around again, he was gone. You carried your few bags of groceries back to your apartment, listening to one of your favorite podcasts and fantasizing about the relaxing bath you were going to take.

Like always, you used your key fob to enter your apartment. With your arms being occupied, you kicked the door to close it, before heading into the kitchen. When all your groceries were placed on the counter, you took off your headphones, immediately hearing your door click shut. You turned around to see a dark figure standing at the entrance of your door.

You took in a sharp breath and immediately stepped back. As you recognized that hoodie, the horror began to truly set in. When he pulled off the hoodie and revealed those dark eyes, you couldn’t stop the scream that your body released.

As he lunged towards you, your eyes darted to the knife block sitting on the counter. You charged towards the knives as he grabbed ahold of your waist, lifting you away from the counter. Before you could scream again, he pressed his hand into your mouth, muffling the sound.

Desperately, you kicked and bit down on his hand. He groaned as he through you down on your living room couch, “Shit,” He cursed, but he was already pinning you down onto the couch, “Scream, and I-I swear I will kill you.”

He wrapped a strong hand around your throat and pinned your lower body down with the weight of his body, “I’m serious. Before anyone came for you or before anyone could call the police. Do you want to die?” You quieted your strangled cries, staring up at him with teary eyes, “Good. I don’t want to do that. You’re so pretty …I would hate to have to …”

His voice was deep and raspy, only adding to your fear, “Y/N … beautiful angel Y/N … my name is Rafe,” All you could ask yourself was why he would give you his name. Why would he show you his face if he was going to leave you alive. Laying helpless beneath him, you felt your odds dwindling away, “This gorgeous body is all mine, right? You don’t mind if I … see more of it, do you?”

He kept his grip on your neck as he pulled up your sports bra, freeing your breasts. With his free hand, he grabbed and kneaded at the sensitive area. He felt and pinched until your nipples were standing at attention, “I knew you’d have such pretty titties …” You watched his lips pull into a smile, “But you know what? I bet your pussy is even prettier.”

You were caught off guard when Rafe released your neck. As you gasped and struggled for air, he lifted himself off of you, grabbing your waist and pulling your lower half off of the couch. You were bent over the furniture as Rafe again gained control of you, his hand gripping the back of your neck as he pushed you into the furniture.

He was kneeling beside you, his fingers beginning to trace the folds of your pussy through your leggings. You squirmed in his grasp, feeling every detail of his finger through the thin material, “Shit, I need you, baby,” He groaned, “I need you so bad.”

Abruptly, he ripped open your leggings, causing you to beg, “Please, please, don’t.”

“I’m so hard for you; I need you,” You felt even more humiliated when you heard him spit into his hand and as he pressed it into your exposed area. You felt him moving behind you before he held your hips tightly in place, and you felt his tip against your entrance, “You need me too, don’t you? All these weeks I’ve been watching you, you’ve never had anyone over. You need that pretty pussy filled, huh?”

Rafe’s words were hasty, panicked almost, like he truly couldn’t control himself, “Please, Rafe, w-we can take it slow,” You tried, but he began to hush you.

“I’m sorry,” You heard him say as he pushed into you; your body did its best to stretch around him, “I’m so sorry, I …I have to have you, baby.”

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hydrngea · 1 year

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ੈ✩‧₊˚. coming soon ੈ✩‧₊˚.

gyming part 2

ੈ✩‧₊˚. rafe cameron ੈ✩‧₊˚.

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perfect pick masterlist | rafe swears he doesn’t like you, but somehow he gets the perfect present for your birthday. a story about you and your childhood love.

gyming masterlist | a series of connected blurbs about your and your gym crush bro

anniversary | long distance means spending your anniversary alone :( | fluff

before the party | rafe didn’t realize your spanish playlist had such horny lyrics | smut, established relationship

buzzed | you’re too drunk to recognize rafe after he gets a hair cut | fluff

country club | request: you’re getting made fun of at the country club and rafe sets them in place | fluff, established relationship, rafe x pogue!reader

comfort | rafe comforts you when you need it the most | hurt comfort, established relationship

finger painting on your skin | mornings are for appreciating you | fluff

ੈ✩‧₊˚. drew starkey ੈ✩‧₊˚.

lights, camera, action | you may be an actress, but you can’t hide how flustered you’re getting playing pretend with drew | SMUTish, nudity, teasing, drew starkey x actress!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚. jj maybank ੈ✩‧₊˚.

rocks at my window | you’re grounded and stuck reading romeo and juliet when a certain visitor tries getting your attention from your window | fluff

new girl | jj can’t help but notice the new girl in town | new girl in town au, fluff

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runningfrom2am · 11 months

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achilles heel - II: I Figured She Was His Sarah

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Grace is the very opposite of her brother in every way. when she finally moves onto campus at UNC Chapel Hill, she feels like she gets to be her own person, make her own friends, and hopefully start a promising career in the museum industry, and maybe, one day, get married to her high school sweetheart and live the American dream for herself. Rafe Cameron however, upon their very first meeting, throws a wrench in her very perfect plan.

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rafe cameron x fem!oc, rafe is giving very much homewrecker, fanon!rafe (kinda), college!au, friends to lovers, slow-burn (maybe?), minimal oc description, drug and alcohol use, mostly unedited, (these tags are not exhaustive, lmk if i should add anything!)

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January 5th, 2019

Rafe eyes the ball flying towards him from up above, stepping back a few paces and raising his leg, and lowering it quickly to cushion its fall and keep it from flying out of his control, giving it a gentle tap a few feet away so he can wind up for his shot. He nails it, and it lands right against the top left corner of the net in front of him.

He smiles in satisfaction with himself, placing his hands on his hips as he steps off to the sidelines to grab some water while his coach spouts off at the next player in line. He watches for a minute or so before his eyes drift upwards in the indoor field, landing on the looping track on the next level up.

The indoor fields at UNC are honestly impressive- and actually, were a huge motivator for Rafe to attend. Besides the fact that his dad would have had a conniption at the mere mention of him going anywhere else. Overlooking the indoor soccer field is a full-size running track, circling over top with a glass barrier. From up above you have a great view of whatever's going on down below, and lucky for Rafe, on this day, he has a great view of Grace walking laps around the track, right along the railing.

She didn't even realize her brother would be practicing at the same time she decided to take a study break and stretch her legs, but she's always enjoyed watching his sports games the same way Ben used to attend all her dance and violin recitals when they were growing up. It was a pleasant surprise to be able to look down and watch him practice while she listened to her music and got a good healthy break from her stuffy dorm room.

"Cameron- stop drooling over the track girls and get back out here." His coach calls him, pulling him out of his mind as he watched her walk about halfway around the track without even noticing a moment had passed. He's pretty sure she didn't look down for even a moment. Rafe promptly throws his water bottle back into his gym bag on the ground, jogging back over to join the next drill. Sprints- everyone's favorite.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

"So, you into track? Or..." Rafe says, joining Grace's side as she continued to walk even when their practice was over.

"Huh?" She pulls out her headphone, looking over at him with a smile. "Oh! You're Ben's friend. I'm so sorry- you'll have to remind me of your name...?"

"It's- uh, my name is Rafe." He's taken aback by her response- he's never had someone forget his name before. "I was just wondering if you were into track or something." He repeats.

"Right, yes! Rafe. Sorry, I'm not the best with names," She explains, attempting to ease his mind. She understood it was rude to forget names, but honestly, his is a little bit obscure so how could she have remembered when she's only heard it once before? "And no, not really into track." Grace laughs slightly, shaking her head and looking down. "I just wanted to stretch my legs. My room is just so cramped."

"Ah, gotcha." Rafe nods, his duffle slung over his shoulder with all his soccer gear thrown inside hastily.

"I can't imagine it's as bad as the frat." She jokes.

Rafe laughs at that. "Yeah, no way. It's honestly the worst."

"Ben loves it, though. Just bros being dudes, all sharing a house." She shrugs. "Sounds like my own personal version of hell, that might just be me though."

"Well, that explains why I've never seen you there," Rafe replies.

Grace nods, reaching up and tightening her ponytail as it started to drop down the back of her head. "I just can't even imagine the smell."

"It's pretty bad." He agrees, chuckling at that as he shakes his head, his eyes trained firmly on the side of her face since she was no longer looking at him.

"What about your boyfriend? He live on campus too?" Rafe asks, trying not to sound like he's prying.

Grace nods again, clearly not reading into it. "Yeah, he lives a couple floors below me."

"Would I know him?"

"Probably not- unless you know a lot of the engineering kids. From the impression I get, they tend to keep within their own group." She explains. "He's also in his third year now, so that affects things too."

Grace has always been a little insecure around Nate's friends, more so now that she's in the same school. They're all just so intimidatingly smart- and she knows she's smart too, but engineering students have this annoying habit of looking down on other majors. Especially art- so they immediately treat her accordingly; as if she's an idiot.

"I definitely don't know any engineering students," Rafe says. "What's his name?"

"Nate- Nathan." She corrects herself quickly, remembering he doesn't like strangers calling him by his nickname.

"Cool." Rafe nods, and he's pained by the few moments of silence that follow.

"What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?" Grace asks, which shocks him. She didn't seem super conversational before, or really interested in him personally. "Or boyfriend, I realize I don't know you well enough to make that assumption.

"No, uh, no girlfriend." He replies, brushing past her second comment. "Relationships have never really been my thing."

"Fair enough." Grace nods. "I mean, fits into what little I know about Ben's teammates."

"Gee, thanks."

"That's not a bad thing!" Grace backtracks quickly. "Sorry, Rafe, I feel like I've made a shitty first impression." She admits, rubbing her forehead.

Rafe smiles a little at that, shaking his head. "No, you're fine." He promises her. He's honestly met handfuls of girls who have probably made way worse first impressions and he's still gone home with them anyways, but there's something about Grace that had her on his mind all day regardless.

"I'm glad you feel that way since we've got a whole semester of seeing each other twice a week ahead of us." Grace laughs.

"What do you plan on doing with a history degree, anyways?" He asks her.

"I'm thinking I want to be a museum curator. I've just always been so fascinated with all that stuff." Grace explains, shrugging her shoulders just slightly.

"That's cool- I never considered that like, people have to do that as a job." Rafe muses.

"Well, what's your plan then? With history?"

Rafe doesn't honestly have an answer. "Uh, I don't know. I just feel like the courses would be really interesting. 120 Is kind of a trial run for me."

"Well, I hope you like it! Last semester my history courses were the highlights. I hated my requirements." She laughs. "I don't understand why I had to take a science for a Bachelor of Arts degree, but at least it's done."

"Ugh." Rafe groans. "Maybe I don't want to take history then."

"Then you definitely don't want to take business- it's a surprising amount of math, and communications is such a drag." Grace explains, stopping off the track near the exit where she placed her backpack.

"Uh, do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?" Rafe offers, following behind her like a lost puppy, trying not to stare as she bends over to grab her bag, pulling her water bottle out.

She turns and throws her bag over her shoulder, taking a sip of water. "No! No, you don't need to do that. Thank you, though."

Grace smiles at him, and he just nods. "I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early?" She asks, and Rafe takes this as his cue to leave her be.

"Yeah, uh, yeah. I'll see you then." He replies, watching keenly as she waves and turns to leave. "Hey, Grace?"

"Hm?" She turns, slowing her pace as she walks backward.

"Maybe I could grab your number? I feel like if I get around to doing the readings tonight I may have some questions and I think you could clear those up." Rafe asks. Not his smoothest attempt at getting a girl's number, asking her to help him with homework, but at least it seemed relevant and not weird.

Grace couldn't hide her disappointment at this, but she tried to keep her smile. Of course, her brother's friend would also want help with homework. "Sure, ask Ben for it." She replies, pushing open the door to the stairs and promptly leaving him behind as it slams behind her.

Rafe sighs, dropping his shoulders. He knows Ben won't give it to him if he even decided to ask. There goes his shot, which for once, he wasn't sure he even had. He sulks to himself as he walks out of the building, unable to stop himself from glancing down the tree-lined road heading in the direction of the dorms. He sees Grace making her way down the road just as he gets on his dirt bike, watching her turn a corner and leave his line of sight behind a patch of trees.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

"Rafe- hey, buddy, are you gonna help us prep for the opener this weekend?" His lifelong friend, Kelce, asks him as he walks in their front door.

"Another one?" Rafe sighs, throwing his bag down on the table.

"Well, duh, we had one last semester. We have to get back into the routine after Christmas break." Kelce explains, hardly looking back from his video games on their obnoxiously large TV.

"Okay, then yeah, I guess so." Rafe shrugs, striding over and falling back onto the couch next to him. "Who are we inviting?"

"Anyone. Everyone who will pay to get in- also the sorority girls." Kelce answers.

"Gotcha. They're annoying as hell." Rafe admits. He thought he'd be all over the idea of sorority girls- pretty girls who are nice enough to do charity events twice a week, but smart enough to maintain good enough grades to stay there. Surprisingly to him, he kind of dreads having to be around all of them at once.

His friend laughs, shaking his head. "True. They're hot though. That's what matters." Kelce drops his controller when the game over screen pops up, sighing and leaning back on the couch cushions. "Want to do a booze run with me tonight?"

"Uh, I mean I guess so. I've got some readings to do tonight so I probably should get that done first." Rafe agrees, mindlessly scrolling on his phone.

"Woah-" Kelce laughs, "You're doing readings now? Since when do you care?"

"I don't. Not really. I mean, it might be nice to actually understand what's going on." Rafe shrugs, not pulling his eyes from the screen in front of him.

"I mean, yeah? I guess so." Kelce agrees, eyeing his friend skeptically.

"Did you know Ben has a sister?" Rafe says, catching his friend off guard.

"I mean, yeah, he's mentioned her once or twice."

"She's in our class. They're straight up twins, I didn't even know he had a sister until yesterday."

"Yeah because your head is always so far up your own ass." Kelce laughs. "To be fair I didn't know shit about her. Or that he had a twin. I figured she was his Sarah, like, probably hated her guts so I never bothered to ask her name or anything."

"Yeah... true. It's Grace, though, if you wanted to know." Rafe replies flatly, shoving his phone in his pocket and standing up, grabbing his bag as Kelce picks up the controller again. "Hey- do you think we could ask the team if we should invite the engineering kids this weekend? I've heard they party pretty hard."

"Yeah, we'll ask. Can't see why they'd say no to more people."

Rafe nods even though his friend can't see him, and stalks up the stairs and towards his room. He sees no harm in having just a quick nap before starting the readings.

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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He removes his helmet and gives the man a little wave.

“Rafa!” the security guard beams. “It’s not the weekend!”

“I was in the area,” Rafael lies. “Is Max home?”

“Always,” the old man chuckles. “The governor is home too.”

“Oh,” Rafael smiles. “That’s great. I might stay over then.”

“How is Magnus?” the man asks.

“He is in Seoul right now,” Rafael informs. “But he is doing well.”

“Are you home alone?” the man frowns. “You could come stay here.”

“Uh. I’m actually at my girlfriend’s these days,” Rafael says, wondering why he blushed every time he told someone that.

“Alright then,” the man laughs. “Come on in.”

Rafael winks at him and goes in through the front gate. He has to make it past several acres of the land before he actually reaches the mansion. He parks his bike in a corner and makes his way up the stairs. The Lightwood Mansion has always been a big bloody thing - the kind of place where it’s easy to feel alone if you are not careful.

He wonders if Max feels that way. He wonders if that’s why his brother is doing what he is doing.

He smiles, waves and greets a handful staff members as he makes his way through the mansion. Max is not in his room. But Rafael notices what’s there. All the things that weren’t there before.

There is an entire shelf of Air Jordans, including a couple that are not even in the market yet. A new flatscreen TV. A PS4 - that’s not even been opened yet. One of those big massage chairs. An entire box of video games, which Rafael assumes are the latest ones.

There are so many things. Things that must have cost a fortune.

He walks up to Max’s bed and looks at the envelope that lies on the covers. There is a note pinned on it.

“Two tickets to the new Stars Wars premiere. Your seats are just a couple of rows after Harrison Ford. May the Force Be with You. Much love from Seoul - Shinyun.”

Rafael sighs and puts the envelope back on the bed.

“Rafe! What up, bro?”

Rafael turns around.

Max is holding a bucket of fried chicken, wearing joggers and a tank top - which is now too tight for him.

He remembers how dad threw himself at working out and built an home gym right after the divorce. He wonders what kind of existential crisis Max is going through to do the same.

“Jesus, Max. How often do workout?” Rafael asks, flopping down on the massage chair, which Max switches on immediately.

Shit feels insanely good. Goddamnit, Shinyun.

“Jealous?” Max asks, holding out a piece of chicken - which Rafael declines. “You look like shit, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Rafael gives him the finger, even though he knows his brother is right. “We need to talk.”

“Ew,” Max says, because he is a paradigm of maturity.

“Max,” Rafael uses his big brother voice. “Sit down.”

Max rolls his eyes - but does so anyway.

Rafael looks at the envelope again. He looks at Shinyun’s message.

“I’m not taking you to the premiere if that’s what this is about,” Max points out. “I’m going with Mina.”

“Mina is in London,” Rafael frowns.

“So is the premiere,” Max informs. “I’m flying there this weekend.”

Rafael frowns deeper. “Max, that’s a lot of mon-”

“No one is using federal funds. Calm your ass,” Max rolls his eyes again. “Shinyun is paying for it. It’s a gift.”

“You’ve been getting a lot of gifts from her,” Rafael notes, looking around the room.

“She is a very generous person,” Max shrugs.

“Max,” Rafael says carefully. “You need to stop hanging out with her.”

Max pouts at that. “What’s with people telling me who I should and shouldn’t hang out with?”

“She is not good for you,” Rafael tries.

“Sometimes you sound so much like dad it’s creepy,” Max points out.

“Blue,” Rafael sighs. “She is using you.”

“By showering me with gifts?” Max laughs.

“This is how she works,” Rafael says seriously. “She earns your trust by making you think she cares about you and then-”

“Rafael,” Max interrupts. “What exactly is the problem here?”

The problem is that I don’t want you to fall for her games like bapak did. I don’t want to have to save you from her too.

“Can you just stop talking to her?” Rafael asks. “Please.”

Max looks around his room. At all the gifts. “No can do, bro.”

“Max,” Rafael groans. “Come on. You’re smarter than this.”

“Then give me some fucking credit and trust that I can handle this,” Max replies.

It’s the same thing bapak had told him.

Trust me. I can handle it.

But bapak has always been one of those people who sees the best in everyone - to a fault sometimes. It takes bapak a while to realise that people who want the best him decide what’s best for bapak instead of letting him choose.

Now Bapak’s in too deep and Rafael doesn’t know what to do about it.

So, he has to save Max before it’s too late.

“She is using you,” Rafael says more seriously this time.

“Rafael-”

“She is using you. I know she might be fun to hang out with and I know it can be lonely here and I know you might miss having both our parents but this is not how you can make up for it, Max. She doesn’t care about you. She just wants you on her side because that’s what she does. She steals people. She treats them like investments because everything is a goddamn business transaction to her. She is emotionally manipulating you! Don’t you see that? She doesn’t care how you feel as long as she knows you are on her side. She is using you, Max! And you are getting attached to her and-”

“Rafael!” Max yells. “Calm the fuck down!”

Rafael blinks at that.

“I don’t give a flying fuck about Shinyun,” Max says.

“What?” Rafael asks in confusion. “But why are you talking to her and letting her buy you all this-”

And then it hits him.

“Oh my god,” Rafael says. “She is not using you. You are using her!”

Max’s phone pings then. It’s a text from Shinyun.

“I sent the tickets for the premiere today. Hope you got them!”

Max sighs dramatically before replying - his face blank of any emotion.

“Holy shit! You actually got the tickets?!? You are the best-est. Love you so much <3”

Then he throws the phone onto the bed like it’s no big deal.

“Oh my god,” Rafael says again.

“Rafe?”

He turns around. Dad’s standing in the doorway, seemingly on a call.

“Hold on,” his father says to the phone and looks at him with a soft smile. “You’re here? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Rafael smiles back. “Thought we could hangout?”

“Of course. Just give me a minute to wrap this up,” dad says, pointing at his phone.

“Hey, dad!” Rafael calls as the man tries to walk away.

“Yeah?”

“Did you know about this?” Rafael asks, pointing at all the gifts in Max’s room.

Dad blinks at that. He raises his hand and points at the Rolex on his wrist. “Where do you think I got this from?”

“Oh my god,” Rafael says again, turning around to Max. “You are so evil!”

“Excuse you,” Max says, with a mouthful of chicken, now buzzing gently in the massage chair. “I’m a victim of emotional manipulation.”

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lilyharvord · 3 years

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“I’m sorry Mare, but there is at least 375 on that bar right now.” Ella nudged her friend’s shoulder none to gently before jerking her chin in the direction she was looking. “I mean, only a real man barbell thrusts without caring what anyone thinks, right?”

Mare huffed, already turning back to her clipboard and glancing over the new client she was supposed to be taking off Rafe’s hands today. He was out with the flu or something like it, and had called her hacking up a lung this morning after her HIIT class begging her to take one of his private sessions. She could take the pay for it too, and that was the only reason she agreed. Mare Barrow did not work with little old white ladies that held 3 pound weights and shuffled side to side. They loved Rafe though, so they signed up for him like he was the next big tech product. Which meant she was stuck handling one today.

“You’re not even looking. He’s doing at least eight reps a set, Mare.” Ella whined, grabbing Mare’s shoulders to shake her slightly. Her eyes practically bugged out of their sockets when Mare shook her off.

“Ella I swear, if you don’t knock it off I’m smacking you over the head with a barbell.” Mare hiss whispered, practically throwing her clipboard to the side so it landed unceremoniously next to her bag. She didn’t really care about the men that came in and out of this gym every day. She’d worked there for four years now, and she’d seen enough assholes to identify one just by the exercises they did.

Ella’s physically spun her to face the other side of the squat racks, and holding Mare firmly in place said, “At least look with me so I don’t look like a complete creep!” She whined as she dug her fingers into Mare’s very sore shoulders to keep her from moving. Grumbling about it, Mare rolled her eyes. What she saw made her eyes narrow almost instantaneously.

“All I see is another gym dude who spends too much time dry snorting pre-workout.” Mare grumbled as she reached up to adjust her ponytail. She’d seen the guy Ella was eyeing plenty of times. He came in every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning at 6 AM like clockwork, practically the same time as Mare. He’d even held the door for her once with a prize winning smile she completely ignored. Tuesday and Thursday he came in the afternoon. Today was just another Thursday.

“He��s switching his plan. Thursdays are usually back and triceps.” Ella whispers in her ear, only for Mare to shrug her off with a snort. Usually she didn’t mind her friends antics and ogling, but today was not the day. She had to reserve all her patience for Mrs. Cooper who Rafe had doing a little 30 minute strength workout before walking the treadmill for 15 minutes. It was already going to be tough having to stand, smile and nod along to whatever the old woman wanted to talk about without adding Ella pestering her about a man.

Adjusting the bottom of her top, Mare waved Ella away with another eye roll. “If you like him so much, go talk to him. You talk to every gym bro in this place anyway.”

“Not him.” Ella winked, before leaning on the barbell in front of Mare to stop her from ducking under it to escape. “Because he spends all day staring at you.”

“What?” Mare laughed loud enough to draw the attention of the girl on the rack next to them. Blushing profusely at the attention and the insulation of Ella’s comment, Mare dropped her voice to a hissing whispering that only bought a full blown smirk from Ella. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Fess up,” Ella poked her nose with the tip of her finger, laughing at Mare’s blush. “This is the second time this week that you’ve worn that outfit. You wore it Monday.”

“My sister put her laundry in last night, so I had to wear something twice, what do you want from me?” Mare blustered, her ears burning. She never, ever dressed for a man at the gym. But she would be lying if she didn’t think this set in particular made her ass look good. Today had been leg day before this too, and she didn’t mind showing off exactly what she had worked for all these years.

Besides, the man Ella was currently wiggling her eyebrows about was not Mare’s type. Okay, that was a half lie. He was physically her type. Tall, dark haired, easy on the eyes in every way. And that smile, okay, maybe he was a little more her type than she was willing to admit. But she was willing to bet her yearly salary that he was like every other man that looked like that and worked out in this gym. He probably hit on anything that moved and spent more time checking for a pump in the mirror than he did actually working out. It didn’t matter that she sometimes caught him doing push-ups in perfect form, or pulls up with a 25 pound weight hanging around his waist. Or that the white t-shirt he was currently wearing was not hiding anything. He had back muscles that she might have stolen a glance at once or twice.

And Ella was right, today was supposed to be back day.

Huffing at her own thoughts, Mare slid between the two racks to enter the free weight area. Ella trailed her, poking at the space between Mare’s shoulders with a teasing laugh. Shrugging her off again, Mare glanced over her shoulder to say, “Don’t you have a class right now?”

“Not for another ten minutes, and besides, it takes me ten seconds to clip into the bike and get my playlist up and ready.” Waving nonchalantly about the thing, Ella brushed a hand through her recently died hair. At least she wasn’t uncouth enough to wear an outfit that matched her electric blue hair. Mare herself was due a dye, the dark purple ends of her hair were fading, and now looked more silvery than anything.

“Don’t be obvious about it, but kinda glance up in the mirror right now.” Ella whispered to her as she adjusted one of the weights so the numbers faced right side up. Mare huffed before bending over and glancing up through her lashes. She had worked out in a gym long enough to know how to check for people staring, she’d perfected her technique actually. What she didn’t expect, was someone to be staring right where she was looking too.

He didn’t even look away, just kept trying to catch his breath while he stared blatantly in her direction. Her stomach fluttered at the intensity of that stare, and a tingle shot down her spine when she realized they were technically making eye contact. She dropped her eyes only a fraction, but all she saw from her position was the way the shirt tightened around his chest while he inhaled. The fabric did little to hide what was underneath, not to mention it was damp with sweat and clung to his shoulders and arms.

She forced her eyes back up again when he set his hands on his hips, which were unfairly trim. Gisa’s voice whispered through her head, commenting on the fact that he had nice proportions. Mare blinked to push her sister’s commentary away, and in doing so, made eye contact with him again.

This time, there was no hiding their eye contact. The corner of his lips curled up just slightly, and his eyes lightened as he did his own quick once over. Normally she would turn around and glare at any man that looked her over in the gym until they blushed and left the area. This was different though, his wasn’t an assessing gaze. It was more inquisitive, border line considering. She quickly dropped her eyes to the tiny three pound weights she was gripping and lifted them off the rack to carry them back to her area.

She couldn’t escape that gaze. It seemed to track her across the room to her rack. The image of those eyes looking up from between her legs as she dug her nails into the cords of his shoulder muscles bubbled to the surface, and she halted as a shiver of excitement ran down her body and brought goosebumps to every inch of skin. The shirt would need some help coming off, she might even have to consider tearing it a little bit…

Nope, absolutely not, she thought with a grimace as she set the weights down and glared at him with a scowl. He started at the change in her expression, only for that half smile to turn into a smirk and… he had the audacity to wink.

Standing to her full five foot four inches, Mare Barrow squared her shoulders to him and narrowed her eyes dangerously. Her palms smarted from balling her hands into fists and digging her nails into the skin. No doubt she’d broken the skin, but she was so…so taken aback by his blatant confidence and flirting. She was an instructor here, not one of the little cardio bunnies that he probably had crawling all over him everywhere he went. There were rules where that was considered, and she had too much self-respect to squat and consider some random gym bro.

He dropped his eyes with a quiet laugh before adding five pound weights to either side of the bar. She turned at the same time, but she couldn’t stop thinking about those eyes. They had been like liquid gold, and they melted her insides like the molten metal itself. In dim lightning they were probably mesmerizing, border line intoxicating. She paused from setting up for one more second to let herself consider the thought before throwing it out. This was only gripping her attention to violently because she hadn’t gotten any in a year. The thing with Tyton in the back room six months ago didn’t count since they’d both laughed about it afterward and been uncomfortable around each other for a week too. He was technically her boss, and the whole moment had lasted a grand total of two minutes.

She had more self-respect, she told herself again before setting up the box for step ups. Checking her phone just once, she caught sight of a unread message from Ella, and looked up to search the room for her friend. She spotted her leaning against the wall outside of the biking studio grinning like an idiot and wiggling her eyebrows. Flipping her finger up in response, Mare turned around to adjust the weights on the rack.

“Do you shoot imaginary lightning bolts from your eyes at every man in here, or am I just special?” A laugh danced on every word of a deep voice. Snapping around, Mare came face to face with a white t-shirt and corded forearms crossed over a very familiar chest.

“You’d have to be stupid to take that as an invitation to come talk to me.” She grumbled before dragging her eyes up to his face. What did the man eat to be that freakishly tall? She was practically breaking her neck trying to meet his eye. But it was better than looking lower. The waist band of those grey sweatpants was doing nothing to hide a very generous set of lines that pointed down to what Mare was very interested to see too.

Crossing her arms as well, she twisted her lips to the side when he smiled down at her. That was a smile that announced he was very used to the attention people gave him, and was not afraid to use it to his advantage. Prick, Mare almost spit in his face. Maybe she should have said just that, it might knock him down a few pegs, or maybe a good kick to the groin would do the trick. She’d have to use her knee of course, she couldn’t kick that high from this close.

“Good thing I’ve proven time and time again that I can be very stupid.” He grinned wider as she huffed. God, he was infuriatingly arrogant. Even if he was stupidly good looking. Up close, she could see how people might stare. That was a jaw she could slice lunch meat on, and those eyes were a deeper, mellow amber now that she could see his face clearly. What was he doing in a place like this? He belonged in the polished, upper echelons of society. Or better yet, on a museum wall.

“The only thing you’ve proven, is that you’re an arrogant ass.” Mare turned away with that and bent down to gather up her clip board again. If her client would kindly show up now, that would be wonderful. Because if she didn’t, Mare was afraid she might jump this guy’s bones and that would be very embarrassing to explain. Did he have to wear those sweatpants? It should be illegal for men that were that attractive to wear something that made them ten times more attractive. It wasn’t fair.

In the mirror across from her, she could see him set his hands on his hips and scowl just slightly at her words. Ah, so his ego bruises easily, she could have laughed. Except for the fact that he was tracing the lines of her figure discreetly with his eyes. They lingered on her ass for a heartbeat, before they met her eyes in the mirror. Her stomach clenched and something deeper screamed in pleasure that he was even looking. It was a stupid part of her that she loathed in that moment. Ignoring the tingling between her legs, and the image her mind painted of him grabbing her hips from behind and yanking her backwards to press against him, Mare simply raised a brow in response, waiting to see just how bold this man was.

When he caught sight of her expression, he flushed. “I’m sorry for bothering you.” He said quickly and turned to leave. She stood up with a snap, surprised by his sudden retreat. A minute later, a howl of laughter caught the attention of a number of people. She glanced over her shoulder as she stood to see another man with ash blond hair leaning over a loaded bar laughing. He patted the other man on the shoulder as he passed and said something with a teasing jeer.

Her face heated on his behalf, and glancing over her shoulder at the entrance, and then at the empty doorway of Ella’s studio, she made a very impulsive decision. What did she had to lose? He clearly came over her to talk to her, and maybe Ella was right and he had been staring at her lately. She doubted he was shy, and in all honesty, she’d sort of chased him away. Gisa had been nagging her about that all week after a cute guy in a coffee shop had smiled at her and she’d glared at him until he scurried away. You’re never going to get a boyfriend or girlfriend if all you do is sneer at every guy or girl who glances at you, Gisa had said with a sigh into her coffee.

Squaring her shoulders, and cursing her own sexual desire and her sister’s nagging, Mare stalked across the gym to where the man was crouched over his bag doing something on his phone.

She glared at the blond man as she passed him, and he paused mid-squat to gap at her. Brushing her ponytail over her shoulder, she cleared her throat as she came to an awkward stop behind the subject of her thoughts. When he didn’t move, she cleared her throat again. He finally glanced over his shoulder at her with furrowed brows. Staring at her like that, he looked infuriatingly cute, almost boyish. Which didn’t make sense cause he had a face and body sculpted from fucking marble.

“Give me your phone now.” She demanded through her teeth, holding out her hand. He stared at her fingers like he’d never seen a hand before looking up at her once more. Crouched like that, she could see the effects of the barbell thrusts he’d been doing. Was it bad that she was a little confused why a man like this was even looking her way? She knew she was decently attractive, but was she this guy’s level? It was too late to back out without embarrassing both of them anyway. A faint blush bloomed across her neck and she gestured for the phone in his hands again when he continued to stare at her.

“Why?” He asked standing up and looking around. Maybe he thought someone had told her to change her mind, or pushed her over here.

Rolling her eyes at his sudden hesitancy, Mare set her hand on her hip. Maybe he was stupid. She could ignore that in favor of him taking off his shirt. Shifting her weight to one of her hips she held her hand out again and said, “So I can put my number in it stupid.”

He tilted his head to the side, shifting the black silken strands of hair. This man was a study in polished things, Mare thought as the light from the window behind her cut across his eyes and turned them to flame. It also highlighted a tiny nick on his neck where he’d cut himself shaving. At least there’s one imperfection, the corner of Mare’s lifted at the concept.

When he spotted her smile he scrambled to put his phone in her hand. Flipping open to his text messages, she tried not to snoop, but she still looked at the first ten conversations just in case. She wasn’t about to put herself in a position that she was dealing with some prissy girl that thought she was stealing her boyfriend or boy toy. There was nothing suspicious. The last text he had sent was to someone named Mavey and read: “wonderful advice you give. It went great” with an annoyed emoji and a thumbs down.

“My name’s Mare.” She said quietly as she handed him back the phone with her number typed in. He took the thing from her like she had just endowed it with something blessed. He stared at the screen for a few heartbeats, a smile slowly starting to spread across his lips. She almost regretted this whole thing. She didn’t hand her number out to just anyone, and if this guy was what she feared, he might only use her for two am calls. “And that number is for… work out inquiries only.” She added with a tiny grimace.

�� He looked up, those amber eyes igniting to a temperature that almost melted her into a puddle. With a quick nod, he held out his damn hand and said, “Nice to meet you finally. I’m Cal.”

She stared at his hand for a moment, calloused from barbells and weights and who knew what else. Twisting her lips at the gesture Mare grumbled, “We don’t have to shake on this. It’s not a damn business deal.”

With that she turned on her heel and walked away. She could feel his eyes piecing the space between her shoulders, and it took all her will power not to turn around and look back at him. It was a losing battle and she ended up glancing over her shoulder really quicky, only to see Cal standing there holding that stupid phone with a stupid, goofy grin on his face while his blond friend jabbed his arm and tried to get his attention fruitlessly.

Smiling at his reaction, she turned back around with a small bounce in her step and returned to her rack. If she could have a man like that standing dumbfound, maybe she had more game than she thought. She couldn’t wait to shove that in Gisa’s face tonight.

An older woman was standing by the rack now, her grey hair pulled into a neat bun on top of her head. She smiled sweetly at Mare before saying, “I assume you’re Mare?”

“I am.” Mare smiled easier than she ever had with a client. Maybe she should start handing her number out to other attractive men before her lessons if it meant she felt like this.

“That’s Cal right?” The woman said as she shed her jacket and neatly folded it over her forearm. “He’s a darling.”

Mare’s face heated immediately, and her smile melted like snow. Who was this guy? Good looking, nice to old ladies? Did men like that even exist anymore? Clearing her throat, she grabbed the clipboard off the ground where she’d left it. Flipping quickly to the page she’d taken from Raf’se board, she glanced it over quickly once more.

“I have my warm up memorized hon.” The woman interrupted her reading, and when Mare looked up, she had already started doing the step ups. Normally she would bristle at the derogatory usage of “honey”—she wasn’t some doe-eyed school girl—but in this moment she was grateful the woman didn’t say anything else.

“Right, um, well finish those then.” Mare stumbled over her words while she grabbed her phone out of her bag to text Rafe and ask him about a note he’d made on the sheet for today. He had his own note system, just like Mare, but she hadn’t bothered to ask him about it.

A text from a number stared her in the face, and she quickly glanced at Mrs. Cooper to make sure she wasn’t looking before opening it. Blood rushed to her face, and she glared over her shoulder in Cal’s direction, wishing that she actually could shoot lighting in someone’s direction. Her stomach squirmed, and she struggled to contain a smile when she saw his back was to her and he was busy doing his barbell thrusts again.

He had a set on him for texting what he did. Glancing down at it again to make sure she read the text right, she bit her lip to keep from smiling this time. How was she even supposed to respond to: “If this is for work out inquires only, you’ll have to send me whatever you do to get your ass to look like that.”

“Sorry to bother, do I have two sets or three?” Mrs. Cooper chirped, and Mare almost jumped out of her skin before throwing her phone back in her bag and spinning around. Her only hope was that she had schooled her face into neutrality.

“Three, you have three.” She tried not to shout to hide the waver in her voice as she stepped up next to Mrs. Cooper and forced her eyes to keep from wandering to Cal.

#(*ask lily*)#(*shut up lily*)#red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #broken throne #post broken throne #marecal #gym fic #in which they can't flirt #which is canon anyway #((:#enjoy the mutual ass checking ((:#and cal in grey sweat pants

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i don’t know your name or what you like to be called but respectfully, BITCH. i’ve never even seen otter banks but you have my smiling for rage so hard. also how do you pronounce his name? is it like safe or? ALSO WHY WAS HE STANDOFFISH WITH HER WAS IT BC HE LIKED HER?? like bitch when i say i’m obsessed i just found it and have already read it three times in a row and then today when i was at the gym i was like “bro imagine rafe getting jealous of your trainer because he gets to see you in all sorts of positions in your cute little workout set🥵” and like I DIDNT HAVW TO TAKE IT THERE??? u ruined my life i hate u

Lmaoooo I love the love

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Omg I just adore your writing!! I hope you're having a great day

I just read one of your gym bro!Rafe fics and I just can't help but think about reader helping him with his workouts by being on his back while he does pushups or letting him use her for his bench presses instead of the weights and she's js giggling and happy to help

Also could I be "🌺" annon if not taken!

ahh thank u so much darling!! my day has been amazing, hope urs has been too!! 🤭 (sorry this took so long)

rafe resisted the urge to roll his eyes as you continued to wheedle at him through batting lashing. he sighed, fingers combing through sandy locks in exasperation. "nah, not today kid, you’re just gonna distract me.”

your eyes widened, expressive balls pooling with despair. “distract you? no, promise I won’t, just wanna spend time with you, pleaseee."

"yeah, that so? wanna remind me what happened last time?" (the time in question when you ended up in the locker room with your back and legs pressed against the dewy shower walls...)

"mhm, I'll be good this time, promise."

rafe usually wasn't one to entertain your antics– tearing out any sign of bratty behaviour by the root before it could sprout into an even greater annoyance–but with the way your voice came out softly muffled, nuzzled into his thick bicep with that adorable pink dress that was a personal weakness...how could he refuse?

it was peak hour at the gym, a time in which both the most aspirational people you’d ever meet could be found at the same spot as the laziest motherfuckers in existence. a crease formed in rafe's brow followed by a curt scoff. you attention was piqued, ears poking up as you asked: "wha's the matter?"

rafe's piercing glare remained on the moron who sat within the barbell rack, fingers tap tap tapping against his phone as he nodded away to the music blasting through his headphones— completely unaware and ignorant.

rafe had half a mind to approach the guy with his fist, but he was snapped out of his darkening thoughts by your sweet, anchoring him back to reality.

his blue orbs flitted down to your form. your gaze turned questioning when his face contorted into a mischievous grin, "looks like I might have a use for you after all."

you squirmed, adjusting your position on the blondes back with a small giggle. his chest vibrated as he huffed out in response, “you comfy up there?”

“mhm!”

shortly after his arms began to shake, shallow breaths increasing in a way that sounded uncomfortable. “ah—shit ok, off off.”

you slid off the broad expanse of his back, hoping one foot to another as you waited for his next instruction. “how long was that?”

your pause said it all, mouth falling open into a dumb little gape. “um…”

“can’t even handle a simple instruction,” an amused snort slipped past his lips and he flicked your temple, “a’ight, next ones up. this time keep your brain runnin’ yeah?”

you nodded slowly, pretty eyes falling to the matted floors shamefully.“‘msorry for being useless, promise ‘m tryin’”

rafe lips cracked into a smile as he cupped your jaw, calloused thumbs rubbing over your delicate skin. “oh I know, kid, I know.”

sincerely ~ 🦓༝༚༝༚

#🌺 anon #rafe cameron drabble #gym bro!rafe #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron prompt #divider by @fairytopea

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the sea around us; chapter thirteen

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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~Rafe's POV~

"Rafe, bro, I am so god damn serious right now if that wasn't my sister I would've thrown one your way, man." Kegs says to me, lighting up a j as we stand in the parking lot of the theatre, leaning against my bike and watching the screen burn and smoke and ash fly into the sky.

"Yeah, I get that." I respond, holding my hand out for him to pass it to me.

"What's up with her now, anyways?" He asks, taking a hit before passing the joint over. I take a drag as well before answering.

"She's staying at John B's." I answer, blowing the smoke out of my lungs.

"I figured that much." Kegs chuckles. "I meant more what's happening between you guys."

"Oh, yeah, uh.." I take another hit and hand it back. "Not fully sure, man, to be honest." I lie, avoiding eye contact as I hand him his weed back. It's not completely a lie. I mean, I know in my gut that I want to be with her. She's all I've been able to think about for a while now, even before I offered her a ride home on the night of the storm, but Snowy had never looked twice at me before then, I just don't know what she wants. Or how she feels. I just know that it took everything in me to leave her standing behind the burning screen as she cried over what we did to her friends. Fuck- it makes me sick remembering how she watched me walk away, the way her long, red hair hung down in front of her, and her cute little shorts. I need to stop. I just need this high to kick in so I don't think about it anymore.

"Really? 'Cause that's not what that video of you guys making out at Kelce's made it seem like." Fuck.. Someone filmed that? I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "I don't think I need to mention what I'll do to you if you hurt her."

"Yeah, man, of course. I wouldn't do that." I mumble.

"Dude, I'm serious. You haven't had a serious girlfriend the whole time I've known you." Kegs laughs and I shrug.

"I've just never had a nice girl." I chuckle.

"Snowy is nice." Kegs says, nudging me. "Listen, I'm not trying to scare you. You know that. I just don't want her to be another chick you hit and quit. She deserves better." I know that. She deserves better than me at my best, honestly.

"I agree." I tell him. "I don't know what she's doing hanging out with those pogues anyways." I say, in attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah, I mean, she thinks they make her happy." He shrugs. "She doesn't get that in the long run, like, she won't want to live on the cut forever. She'll marry that JJ kid and stay at her three jobs until the day she dies, funding his drug addiction." I feel my teeth grinding just at the thought of that. She deserves everything. I want to give her everything. I'm being crazy- I hardly know her, yet.

"Listen, I better dip. I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask, grabbing my helmet and straddling my bike.

"Yeah, of course man." Kegs nods, handing me the j for one last hit before I leave. I take it, then pull my helmet down and start my bike. Snowy wouldn't want me to drive high. I find myself pushing those kind of thoughts out of my head more and more.

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I get home, and my dad has this great idea, more like demand, that I invite Snowy to Midsummers this weekend as my date, obviously to keep up appearances. I love that idea, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it, but I didn't want to put her out of her way, and I couldn't imagine she would want to come. Especially after she just hardly forgave me for what we didI don't have much of a choice now anyways.

I'm on my way home from the gym, and I see her old, beat up car parked outside the coffee shop she works at. Now is a better time than ever, I suppose. I park outside and sit on my bike for a minute after I take off my helmet, looking inside through the window. I don't see her, but I don't see anyone else either. It's perfect.

I take a deep breath before I get off, putting my helmet on the back and approaching the door. My hands already feel sweaty. Gross. I wipe them on my shorts and then look at my reflection in the glass, quickly making sure my hair looks okay before I open the door and walk in.

"Good morning, what can I get for you?" Snowy asks as she walks out from the back, customer service voice in full swing. She has her hair up in a ponytail that looks like it could fall out at any minute, and wearing these leggings that hug her curves perfectly. She is so pretty. She wipes her hands on her apron, since they're dripping wet. She was probably doing dishes- I feel guilty for interrupting.

"Iced Caramel Macchiato please." I say, trying to mimic her from when she ordered those for us the other day. She looks up, her face relaxing into a more genuine smile. It is so contagious.

"Oh, hey." She says, reaching down and clicking a few buttons on the register. "Just get back from the gym?"

I laugh slightly, gesturing down to my clothes. "How could you tell?"

"Just a guess." She shrugs, walking over to the espresso machine.

"So, uh, I needed to talk to you about something." I say, and she hums back in hesitant acknowledgment as I rub the back of my neck. I'm sweating like crazy- it's hot in here for it being before 8 am. "There's this thing this weekend, kind of a big deal apparently, and I was wondering if you would be okay with going with me?" I internally cringe at the way I said that. God- that probably made no sense.

"Midsummers?" She asks, pausing making the drink to look up at me. I'm getting butterflies in my stomach, just looking at her brown eyes.

"Yeah, that. My dad is getting some sort of award or something." I explain. "So? What do you think?"

"Uhm.." She pauses, clearly thinking. Great. I screwed this up with her already. Of course, I saw this coming- she should still be mad at me. "I would love to, I really would, but I don't think I'd be welcome there. Besides, I don't own anything even remotely appropriate to wear." She replies, with a nervous-sounding laugh.

"If you're my date, you'll be welcomed. Besides, my dad wants you there." I tell her, smiling despite how anxious I'm feeling.

"Ward? He specifically requested that I come?" Snowy raises her eyebrow at me, getting back to working.

"As a matter of fact he did- I can tell you don't believe me, but he loves Kegs, and he wanted me to bring someone to keep up appearances, since he's the guest of honour or whatever." I say, immediately hearing how bad that sounded. "Not like- fuck, that sounded bad. Not like I don't want you there." I laugh nervously. "I do want you there, and so does my dad. There. That's what I meant to say." This is humiliating. I'm waiting for her to laugh in my face- even though I know she would never do that. She's too kind.

"Okay.." She nods, placing my drink up on the counter in front of me. "I still don't have anything I could wear. I just don't want to embarrass you. I'm sorry. Maybe ask one of Sarah's friends? I'm sure they would be all over you." She jokes.

"That's the easiest problem to solve." I dismiss her comment. "I've got it. Here.." I say, pulling out my wallet and digging around for the bills I'm looking for.

"Oh my god, Rafe, no. I seriously can't let you give me any money. I can borrow something from Kie, maybe. I'll sort it out. I'd love to go." Snowy says quickly, shaking her head at me. She is so cute.

"Okay fine, then this for my drink." I say, placing eight hundred's on the counter. She just looks at me, as if to say 'come on, seriously?' and that makes me laugh.

"Your drink is free." She replies, crossing her arms. "On me."

"Oh, thank you. How sweet. Then that's a tip." I grin, pointing at the cash and she rolls her eyes.

"I'll pay you back, Rafe." She sighs, picking up the money and folding it before putting it in her pocket. "Thank you." Snowy says honestly, looking back up at me.

"Don't worry about it. I really want you to come." I say as I pick up my drink. "Can I pick you up from John B's at 3 and you can get ready with Sarah? That's a thing girls do, right?" I laugh, totally unsure. I've just seen that in movies.

"Yeah, totally." Snowy laughs, leaning her elbows on the counter. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too." I smile, taking a sip of my drink. "This is good, I need to come while you're working more often, Juliette." I tease her, reaching down and flick her name tag.

"Oh my god, ew. If you keep calling me that I'll get you banned!" Snowy laughs, swatting my hand away.

"I gotta run, but I'll talk to you later?" I suggest and she nods.

"Of course. Thanks again, Rafe." She says as I wave and start to head for the door.

"Oh, and one condition on me paying for your dress," I say, turning as I walk back toward the door. "Send me pictures of everything you try on." I wink, seeing her roll her eyes.

"Bye, Rafe." She giggles, waving me off. I don't know when I stopped feeling nervous, but I leave feeling much better than I did when I walked in.

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A/N; Bet y'all didn't see his POV coming lol I hope you liked it though! I tried my best but as always feedback is appreciated :) -R

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