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Chrissy and Rafe

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#with chrissy #entangledmuses #take my hand come back to the land let's get away just for one day // rafe x chrissy #beyond cute 🥺 #so amazing thank you so much for this #🥰🥰🥰

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MUSE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANON GAME !

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who curses more? Ellie curses often and casually but boy can Rafe cuss when he's angry, so I feel like they balance each other out here.

who is more patient? Ellie.

who does the driving? Rafe, not just because Ellie's Jeep is out of commission, but it's also their preference

who is louder? who is quieter? Ellie tends to be the quieter one except at socials where she has to be the one to speak up cause Rafe's too busy being all broody, plus his voice just naturally comes out louder

who is more physically affectionate? when it's just the two of them they're pretty equally into physical affection, but in public it just depends on the situation

who is more likely to tease the other? I'd say they're pretty balanced here too, they both tease each other a lot just about different things

who is better with time management? Rafe, Ellie can get anxious about punctuality if it's something important but she's also the type to lose track of time easily

who wins the arm wrestling matches? Rafe, sometimes he lets Ellie win

who controls the music in the car ride? Ellie, whether Rafe likes it or not, though it doesn't often go without a complaint from him

who covers dinner when they order in? Rafe, whether Ellie likes it or not

who is more outgoing? who is more shy? Ellie is more shy

who has the more outlandish fashion sense? I'd say neither, both dress like their lifestyles, tho Ellie would probably say Rafe and vice versa because of their contrasting lifestyles

who starts the tickle fights? who ends them? Ellie starts them Rafe ends them

who has the darker/more "edgy" sense of humor? Rafe

who is more competitive when it comes to games? Ellie can def get pretty competitive but Rafe goes further

who has the bigger appetite? the bigger sweet tooth? Rafe has the bigger appetite and Ellie has the bigger sweet tooth

who is more likely to get in a confrontation in public? Rafe. Need I explain? Though Ellie is not afraid to talk back or throw hands

who hosts the parties/hangouts? who organizes them? Rafe hosts and organizes, parties aren't Ellie's thing

who is better at cooking? do they ever cook for each other? Ellie is likely a little better since she has more cooking experience because of her past, but I do imagine Rafe being good at grilling. Idk if I could see them cook for each other but I could see them cook together

who is more likely to engage in dangerous and/or illegal behavior? Rafe.

who is more likely to notice when something is wrong with the other? Both are good at hiding emotions but I think they'd learn each other's cues

who does the talking in public settings (i.e. to the waiter at a restaurant)? Rafe because possesiveness Ellie's shy

who is more likely to extend a helping hand & provide emotional support? Ellie just cause it seems like Rafe has a tough time with that sort of thing (not saying he doesn't care)

who is the bigger prankster? do they get the last laugh or do they suffer for it? I don't know who would be the bigger prankster but I do know that whoever it is, they will suffer for it

#with ellie #sarcaasmic #i want the parts of you you only show to the birds outside your bedroom window // rafe x ellie #i love them #i love this #💙💙💙

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"All I hear is that you let girls push you around."

song starts playing in the background

Valentine’s Day Application from @unhlnged

Name: Rafe Cameron

Age: 21

Do you like to cuddle?: no, but we can wrestle

Can we make-out?: no!

A night in or dinner out?: dinner out and you serve me

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: neither

Chocolates and roses?: I'll have the chocolate and you can prune the roses in my garden

What makes you a good Valentine?: my money

Would you cook for me?: no

Would you let me cook for you?: hell no!

Where would you take me on a date?: back to the cut

Who’s paying?: you’re gonna pay for your attitude

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: a kiss with my fist

"You want to to kiss with our fist...let me just get ready."

declined

@ahistoryofviolence

#with jj #roguexpogue #😅 #sorry for choosing a 90s song it will happen again

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adorkable

Just a dump of our boys being adorkable 😋😮‍💨🫠

#i hate everything about you // rafe x jj #roguexpogue

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me: this is a dangerous unhinged character. dark themes will prevail. all relationships will be toxic.

also me: *writes nothing but awkward situations, cute fluff and unhinged comedy*

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“If Rose has picked those flowers, I should be thankful that it isn't poison ivy or something,” he had mumbled, when commenting on her hairstyle. Rafe wouldn't admit it to her, but he thought Ellie looked extremely beautiful with it – or despite of it, maybe.

Rafe had hoped that Jake would just take the hint – the hint being Rafe giving him the death glare – and just fuck off, but he didn't. And then Ellie spoke next to him. She spoke to that damn douchebag and gave him her name – something Rafe had had to earn to get to know, and this random sucker got it for free. But he wouldn't get her hand too. When she extended her hand, he placed his hand on her arm and pushed it down before that grabby hand of Jake could reach it.

“She is with me,” Rafe said, and as if his threatening tone wasn't enough, he added another death glare.

Jake, who had held out his hand, pulled it back in confusion and chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m Jake. I went to school with Rafe and –”

“No one cares,” Rafe barked at Jake and started walking past him, dragging Ellie with him.

He leaned down, whispering into her ear, loud enough for Jake to hear, “He's an asshole.”

And that soon became his standard remark for every guy they passed. It was true after all, they were all a bunch of assholes.

“What do you want to drink?” They had made it to the bar, not without Rafe stating that the barkeeper was an asshole too.

She smiled coyly as he held her hand that she'd used to wipe her lipstick off. It was funny how not too long ago she would've yanked her hand away as soon as he'd reached for it, yet now here she was being all flirtatious with him.

"Mhm," she replied, stepping away for a second to grab her wristlet that she was using to hold her wallet and house key for the duration of the party. Her phone, the newest model of iPhone thanks to Rafe, would have to stay in her hand for most of the night due to the faulty design of her dress having zero pockets.

As soon as she was buckled into the passenger seat Ellie had her hand on the dial to change the radio station. Sometimes she would hook up the Bluetooth and play something off her personal playlist, but the drive wasn't long enough to bother. She instead turned into to the latest hits station and used the music to try and calm her nerves, she even found herself fidgeting with the buttons on the sleeve of his suit jacket of the hand that rested on her bare thigh, exposed due to the slit in her dress.

When they arrived at the club, Ellie took Rafe's hand to carefully slide herself out of the passenger seat, she was not about to risk a jump in her heels. She smoothed out her dress, aware that the silk could wrinkle rather easily. Once satisfied she looked up to Rafe, her gaze immediately meeting his. Her face fell slightly at his words, he hadn't said at all what she was expecting. "Blame Rose," she pointed out, the one who'd insisted she wear a hairpiece like the rest of the women.

When a boy approached them upon their entrance to the backyard, she was hesitant to say anything. She knew she'd have to suck it up and socialize, she was the one that agreed to go and being here meant talking to people. She glanced to Rafe out of the corner of her eyes, waiting for him to say something, after a few seconds she cleared her throat and held out her free hand to the kook, "Uh hi, I'm Ellie," she attempted an introduction.

#with ellie #sarcaasmic

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“You shut up and stay seated. Both of you,” the officer growled, ignoring JJ's question before he got out of the van, locking the door behind him. The officer who was driving remained in his seat, occasionally looked at the two in the back but was more focused on what was happening outside.

“Of course, you can pick a lock,” Rafe mumbled, rolling his eyes. But at the other's request, he moved his head back and stared at JJ in blank terror. Then his eyes moved to JJ's jeans. Back to his face. To his jeans. He shook his head. “I'm not gonna,” he hissed, but as it seemed to be their only chance to get free, he gave in, making a grunting sound.

“Fine, but don't move and don't say or do anything funny,” Rafe whispered. He glared at JJ, then looked at the driver and then decided it was safest to just stare at the opposite wall while his hand slid into JJ's back pocket. Only that it didn't slide into his back pocket. His fingers slowly moved over the fabric of the blond's jeans, not finding the pocket. “Fuck,” he cursed. So he took a deep breath and looked. His wrist turned in an odd angle, his palm touched the fabric as his fingers dug into the pocket. He held his breath the whole time. His fingers dug deeper and deeper. The pocket was quite tight, but he soon got four fingers in, moving them, pressing, feeling – noticing how firm and perky and – he pulled his hand out in a rush.

“It's not in there. Nothing is in there.” He sounded out of breath and there was sweat gathering on his forehead and above his upper lip, from the humidity due to the tropic storm, which was also the reason for his red cheeks, of course.

@roguexpogue

JJ blocked Rafe with his free hand, and pushed his fist back at him. Nearly making him punch himself in the face. A small smirk appeared on the pogue's face.

"Stop whining like a little bitch." JJ said, the two of them raising their voices to get in the better comeback. They were like two little kids that never got a long in the sandbox flinging sand at each other.

"Dude, personal space." JJ pushed Rafe off his thigh. What the hell were they stopping for? "Yo, what's the hold out up?" JJ yelled at the officers.

JJ just remembered he had one of Kie's bobby pins in his back pocket for picking locks. He moved toward the lock on the door of the transfer van from inside. He didn't care if he was annoying Rafe. "I got something that can pick that lock. It's in my back pocket in my jeans. Your hand is the closest to it. Don't get too feelsy digging for it."

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#with jj #roguexpogue #asdfghhjuukkbcrvvbfvbbnmmmm

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Rafe grunted when the kook girl next to strange girl corrected him. He shot her a deadly glance. He knew her. Natalie. One of those kooks who hung out with pogues. If that was even possible, he despised kooks like Natalie even more than actual pogues – okay, no, he despised nothing more than pogues.

“Ellie,” he said and stressed both syllables in an exaggerated way. His eyes wandered back to her. “Truth,” he repeated and continued the staring contest with her. Rafe opened his mouth, took in a deep breath, and when he was about to speak, that damn Natalie cut in. “Ellie, is there a guy in this circle you want to kiss? No lying!” Natalie said, grinning all over her face, and she moved her eyes in a not very subtle way between Ellie and the blond scumbag back and forth.

So he was right. Of course, he was right.

“Rafe has to ask the question,” blondie next to Rafe complained and he swore he could hear her pout without looking her way when he said, in a very flat tone, his eyes still on strange girl, “That is my question. Ellie. Is there a guy in this circle you want to kiss?”

All eyes moved to Ellie. Except those of the two drunk idiots that started a burping contest.

Ellie was laughing with the people around her at the result of the most recent dare when she clocked the way that Rafe reacted to that other blonde. The way he jumped from her touch when her hand had barely touched her arm, it was slightly amusing, yet something else stirred in her. It shouldn't bother Ellie that he was sitting with someone else. They weren't together. He could sit with whoever he chose, and she could do the same. Cole was nice enough anyways; she was enjoying his company along with her friend Nat on the other side of her.

She focused her attention back on Rafe when it was his turn, like something in her was pulled to his being. She didn't hear the side comments and barely registered the girls' giggles, too intent on hearing his answer.

His answer was short and to the point, unsurprisingly. She wouldn't expect more from him. The irony in his statement was missed by the other partygoers, but she knew. She didn't feel so smug though when he called on her. Of course, he'd pick her of all people.

Strange girl. Yeah she did not need that name to catch on. Nat spoke up next to her, "It's Ellie," Nat was one of few kook friends that Ellie had, and she was thankful that the girl was willing to speak up for her, even if in that moment, she would've been just fine correcting Rafe herself.

She contemplated which would be the better choice. "Truth," she spoke up. At least with that option she could lie if she had to, denying a dare wouldn't be early as easy, plus who knew what he had in mind for a dare.

#with ellie #sarcaasmic #the tension is tensioning lol

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"Who do you call a pussy? You just admitted you let a girl beat you up. Wait... Are you into that sorta thing? That your kink?"

Valentine’s Day Application from @unhlnged

Name: Rafe Cameron

Age: 21

Do you like to cuddle?: no, but we can wrestle

Can we make-out?: no!

A night in or dinner out?: dinner out and you serve me

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: neither

Chocolates and roses?: I'll have the chocolate and you can prune the roses in my garden

What makes you a good Valentine?: my money

Would you cook for me?: no

Would you let me cook for you?: hell no!

Where would you take me on a date?: back to the cut

Who’s paying?: you’re gonna pay for your attitude

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: a kiss with my fist

"You want to to kiss with our fist...let me just get ready."

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@ahistoryofviolence

#with jj #roguexpogue #sorry but i don't want to cut this 🤣

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"Yeah? Show me what you got, pogue."

later that evening...

Valentine’s Day Application from @unhlnged

Name: Rafe Cameron

Age: 21

Do you like to cuddle?: no, but we can wrestle

Can we make-out?: no!

A night in or dinner out?: dinner out and you serve me

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: neither

Chocolates and roses?: I'll have the chocolate and you can prune the roses in my garden

What makes you a good Valentine?: my money

Would you cook for me?: no

Would you let me cook for you?: hell no!

Where would you take me on a date?: back to the cut

Who’s paying?: you’re gonna pay for your attitude

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: a kiss with my fist

"You want to to kiss with our fist...let me just get ready."

declined

@ahistoryofviolence

#with jj #roguexpogue #i hate everything about you // rafe x jj #sorry not sorry #🤣

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✘ = hugging them . (alicia @favcritecriime)

Send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse --- hugging them

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Rafe was stunned, unable to move, his arms hanging at his sides. He felt Alicia's warm body pressing against his, and he froze. Her arms wrapped around his body, her hands touched his back, and he tensed up. She buried her face at the crook of his neck and he felt her warm breath on his skin. And he stared into a nothingness, his vision becoming blurry.

“No,” he gasped, pushing her away weakly when he was able to move. But his movements seemed clumsy and instead of successfully shoving her away, he held onto her arms, gripping too hard, he knew that, because he knew not how to be gentle.

#with alicia #favcritecriime #answered #😥

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“You called.”

Rafe had ignored most of her babbling as he was trying to find her, he only occasional commented with a grunting noise. But when she flinched and squeaked at the sight of him, he chuckled and a smirk remained on his lips. But her smile, so bright and directed all at him, did something in his stomach and it was not the effect of alcohol – he wasn't the drunken one.

He cupped her face with his hand and leaned in to kiss her gently.

“That’s a way better use of your mouth than talking all that shit about me, don’t you think?” He grinned against her lips. Sitting down in the sand next to her, he pulled Kie onto his lap. And kissed her again, deeper this time. He tasted the alcohol, and her, somehow he never seemed to get enough of her taste.

“Hm,” he hummed against her lips, before moving his head back to look at her face, wiping a strand of her unruly hair out of it, tucking it behind her ear, where it didn't stay.

“I'm not going to kill you, because you're right. It would be a pity to lose that amazing ass of yours.” His hand found said ass and squeezed it, then patted it. “I would really miss that.” His expression changed, became sterner. “But you weren't nice to me. An apology is a good start. But don't you agree, you should make it up to me? It was really hurtful what you said.” He still didn't sound or look too hurt, but she was probably too drunk to notice that – maybe his rubbing her butt did also somewhat distract her.

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Kie pouted a little when he asked why he should believe her. "Caaaaause..." She lengthened the word, trying to think what fun excuse to use to try and lighten the situation. "I have an amazzzzinnnnng ass, and you love it too much." She replied, giggling a little to herself, and hoping he found it humorous.

"But you know that its all just... bull shit. You know.... you know I hate doing all this arguing shit in front of the others, and I just." She pouted again and cradled her head on her hands, hanging her head somewhat between her knees.

"i fucked up." She whimpered. "And my head hurts." She added.

"Shit." Kiara muttered and then flopped back so she was laying in the sand.

She looked up at the starts, and took a deep breath. "The stars are pretty." She then said softly.

Maybe a change of conversation would make him smile a little.

"Can you forgive me?" She slurred.

It was quiet. She had fucked it up, hadn't she? The best fucking relationship she had actually ever had, and she had gone and fucked it up by getting drunk, and letting the "Fake fight" become a little too real.

But then she jumped and almost screamed when Rafe said "Found ya."

"What the fuck? You tryna' kill me?" She squeaked and then laughed as she pulled the phone from her ear.

She then looked up at him and smiled brightly "You came."

#with kie #entangledmuses #drunken kie is so cute

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“No you shut up!” Rafe glared at the boy next to him and tried to punch him, which wasn’t easy with their hands being cuffed together.

“You both shut up! Or I’ll gag you. Both of you,” the guard sitting opposite of them barked and from the look on his face he was contemplating about kicking these two out of the van and leaving them for the storm to take.

Rafe frowned, sniffed, but didn’t say anything. But of course, he didn’t stop bumping his shoulder against JJ’s since he didn’t stop either.

“This is a mistake,” the kook started after some time, “I’m not supposed to be here with,” his head moved to the boy next to him, “that.”

Before the guard could answer, the van came to a sudden halt as a tree had crashed onto the road. Out of reflex, Rafe gripped JJ’s thigh for support.

JJ entered the cell. Of course his cell mate wold be Rafe. He was expecting more punches from his dad after getting bailed out. That's if the old man was around, and sober enough to drive. Normally he slept the liquor off on the couch at home.

They eventually traced that stolen gun back to JJ from those dead guy that tried offing him and his friends. Before their fate was sealed. All signs pointed to Rafe's equally  psychotic father. Ward Cameran.

JJ just looked at the Cameron boy. It set Rafe off. The second the officers were gone they were throwing hands in the cell. Officers heard the commotion, and broke it up. They didn't exactly separate them.

Sitting in the back of the police van handcuffed to Rafe was not his ideal evening. "Shut the fuck up, Rafe." JJ said, continuously bumping shoulders with him while they were transported somewhere safe. Another troprical storm was coming through.

The were taking them to the prison up state away from the banks, and coast. Away from the of the storm. Where minimal disaster was left in it's wake.

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#with jj #roguexpogue

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JJ’s eyes kept staring at him; they were so wild, so blue, it made him uneasy. Rafe frowned at the pogue’s words. He could not be trusted, he was a pogue. He nodded at himself, then shook his head at the blond.

“You don’t believe me. You never believe me.”

And in a sudden move, he rushed forward, the knife dangerously close to JJ’s face. But in the next instant, Rafe took a step back and both his hands went to his own head. He flinched as if in pain and pressed his hands so hard to his forehead as if he was trying to keep something inside it. “I’m not, I’m not,” he kept mumbling more to himself – or those voices – than to JJ.

His arms dropped, but he still held the knife in his right hand. Looking at the other boy, his eyes were brimming with tears.

“You don’t understand!“

JJ was use to getting into violent situations. Whether it was his dad or the kooks. Usually fist were involved. A knife was a whole new altercation between the two boys.

"If it's not true, then put down the knife." The pogue said, calmly. Not letting Rafe know how scared he was. He didn't know what would set him off with a weapon in hand.

"Are you going to drop the blade or what?"

#with jj #roguexpogue #oh dear #poor boy is having a breakdown but his mood might change the next second lol #if you want to jj may overpower him and snatch the knife

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Rafe’s eyes never left her. And she seemed intent on pretending that he wasn’t here at all. He growled, unheard due to the chatter in the room and the annoying bass in the music. He was only stopped from glaring as suddenly a hand touched his forearm. Just a gentle touch, but he pulled his arm away as if something had burned him and his glaring eyes found the culprit. The blonde girl next to him smiled at him brightly and csaid in a sing-songy tone, “It’s your turn, Rafey.” He shuddered at the unwelcome nickname. “Truth or dare?” She put her cup to her lips and gazed at him with what was probably supposed to be seductive eyes.

“Truth,” he said and his gaze moved back to strange girl who was outright flirting with that blond moron.

Rafe took a deep breath his chest raising.

“What do you like in a girl?” the girl next to him said and the girl next to her punched her in the shoulder and they both giggled. Some of the guys groaned at the question and one even complaint that this wasn’t a dating show but a serious game of truth or dare, the comment earned him laughter. But the blonde and her friend insisted on Rafe answering.

“When she’s a kook,” he said with a dead seriousness. “My turn.” His voice grew louder. “Hey, girl with the glasses. Strange girl! Truth or dare?” he asked but it sounded more like a death threat.

Ellie hadn’t really planned on going to the party tonight but her friends had insisted she come to this one after she’d passed on the last couple. Too many people. Too much alcohol. Too loud of bass in the music. The songs themselves weren't bad at least, whoever was in charge of the aux had decent taste with only a couple fratty kook songs snuck in.

She sat with one leg bent to her chest, the other bent underneath on its side against the wood floor. She was mid-chat with another party guest, a talkative blonde with a beer in his hand. In her free hand, she held a half-empty water bottle, her other hand resting against the floor for support. The boy —Cody? Cole? something like that— was someone her friend had mentioned to her a couple times before.

Then she heard him. Rafe Cameron.

The boy who confused her to no end.

Of course Rafe was here. She knew that when she’d agreed to go and somehow she hadn’t seen him until now. Not that she was looking for him, she definitely wasn’t hoping to see him here.

She looked up at him, where he stood by the circle but before she could speak up another girl did and got his attention.

She followed his form as he took the empty spot next to the girl, returning the eye contact for a moment. Though she looked to one of the other party attendees when they announced the start of the game.

One of the boys was the first to go. He chose to get a dare to, as he put it, “Start off the game right,”. He ended up with a dare to chug the rest of his beer bottle with no hands. A lot harder than it looks. A few other truths and dares bounced around the circle, an embarrassing photo was shared, someone was stuck talking in the style of an announcer for the remainder of the round.

Ellie exchanged a few comments with that blonde boy next to her, he’d even stopped her from backing out of the game.

#with ellie #sarcaasmic

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He grumbled a complaint when she pulled away from the kiss. Slowly opening his eyes to look at her, a frown showed on his brow, but a grin followed as her thumb tried to rub away the lipstick from the corner of his mouth. Playfully he bit at her thumb, then held her hand with his, to place a little kiss on her thumb.

“I bet the color looks good on me,” he said with a smug grin. “And now stop dawdling. We need to go.”

Rafe was tempted to pick her up and carry her downstairs, but for now he settled with placing his hand on her back – touching her soft skin – guiding her downstairs and out of the house. Rafe held the car door open for her, then took the driver’s seat. And of course he rolled his eyes when she changed the music. Fortunately it wasn’t a long drive to the country club.

Rafe got out of the car quickly, before one of those goddamn valets could dare to open the passenger door for Ellie. That was his privilege, only his. He held out his hand, taking her fragile hand in his and helped her out. As she stood in front of him, so very close, he forgot to breathe for a moment and just gazed at her. Of course it wasn’t unnoticed by her.

He frowned. “I hope I’m not allergic to any of that weed on your head.”

When entering, he walked very, very close to his girlfriend, his hand again on her back, making sure everyone knew she was with him. There were already a lot of people inside and in the garden, and most of the women had exaggerated floral hair ornaments. But Ellie looked anything but plain in comparison. She was a fairy among garden witches.

One of his kook pals pulled him out of his thoughts and stopped him from gazing at her. Instead he frowned at the guy who greeted him in a loud voice, then those eyes wandered to Ellie, his Ellie. Rafe pulled her closer and was tensing up. He didn't say a word just glared at the guy, his jaws clenching.

It'll do. That was better than him saying nothing or that it was in fact too much. She had a feeling that if she wasn't up to the kook standard he would say something about it. In her mind, it was a little much. It was the flowers and the feeling of pretending to be something she wasn't.

She opened her mouth to protest that she could put her own shoe on, but then he was kneeling in front of her, hand on her ankle, and she decided to not be stubborn for once and accept his help. Besides, the placement of the buckle made it difficult to do it herself anyway.

Her mouth opened again at his words. She did but she would not give him the satisfaction of agreeing so she just scoffed and turned away. She looked back at him and for once she had to look down at him. She nodded along as he explained the ride situation. "I call dibs on picking music for the ride," she chimed in. How short the ride was didn't matter.

A tingle ran over her skin where he touched her calf and her gaze followed him as he stood up. "They're only like three inches," she commented as she was pulled up off the bed and into his chest.

The dress had an open back with a few strings crisscrossed and tied together, so as he held her, she could feel his palm splayed across her skin. "Oh my go-," it was the start of yet another eye roll directed at him, another protest. She was not going to cause a scene. She was going to do anything she could to stick to the sidelines to keep the attention off herself.

This time though her words were not paused on her own accord, this time he was kissing her. His hand was under her chin and shortly after her hands moved to rest on his torso.

She had to pull away after a few seconds though, the kiss not lasting nearly as long as she wished it could. "We should save that for after, my lipstick is gonna get smudged all over your lips," she spoke, lightly rubbing her thumb at a spot on the corner of his mouth where some had already transferred.

#with ellie #sarcaasmic