Brb. I Have To Reevaluate My Life.

okay i know u were a in a hiatus just some days ago so feel free to ignore this but, i thought of this and for some odd reason it reminded of u and your writing? idk anyway i just thought it would be cute to do something like matching bracelets, or that change your painting every 5 minutes challenge from tiktok or any crafty romantic activities with timothée? it just gives me tiny apartment in paris smoking a cigarette naked in the morning vibes and in my head that’s literally him lol. love ur writing, hope youre doing well beb! <333

Mon Amour || Timothée Chalamet

a/n: i adore this request, u are creative as fuck and allowed in my inbox at anytime lovely :) psa, not my art! those two pics just sort of fit the vibe and the sketch is a reference, i switched up the request just a bit <3 also i listened to la vie en rose by edith piaf while writing, so i feel like it sort of fits the vibe :))

cw: nudity, language, suggestiveness

The white casement windows were slightly ajar, only a few inches above the floor with a bit of space before hitting the ceiling at the top. Through the space you could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance, a light breeze filtering through the small Parisian apartment.

Timothée had purchased it before you’d began dating, but it soon became a home away from home. Between traveling so much and several much needed breaks, you’d both spent a lot of time within the tiny space. It was like a step away from the outside, decorated in a way that could have been easily mistaken for a 90s interior.

Paintings were strung up on the wall, a white blanket skewed over the back of the sage green couch at the forefront of the room. There was no television, only a radio on the windowsill beside the balcony. It was old, lulling the tune to a French theme. The hardwood floor was always like ice in the mornings, clothes thrown all over the ground from the night before.

“Mon doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour—bonjour.”

What a way to wake up, you thought.

Timothée’s voice rasped into your hair, his French accent thick when he fell into it carelessly. It was a good morning you’d never grow tired of, his curls tickling the apples of your cheeks as he leaned into you from his side of the bed. His arm was wrapped around your waist, tightening as you shifted to look at him.

Fortunately, you’d picked up on a bit of the language while staying in France so frequently. Timmy had helped tremendously, teaching you the basics and continuing to show you everyday. You listened to several podcasts in French now, retaining the intricacy of the dialect and articulation.

“Good morning,” you smiled at him.

The white duvet was nearly hanging off the bed, legs intertwined within the milky sheets. You were topless, all but a pair of light pink cotton underwear remaining on your person. He wore a simple pair of grey boxers, hanging low on his hips.

His head was laid on the pillow beside yours, hair spilled across the silk in a mess of dark brown curls. You took a handful of his hair in your hand gently, pushing it out of his face and leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips. It was a look you’d never get tired of, his pink cheeks and cluster of small constellations peppering his nose.

The air smelled of sex and vanilla, the hum of music only adding to the ambience. Leaning over to the side table, you planned to pick up your cellphone and snap a quick picture of Timothée. You caught a glimpse of your open sketchbook, though. The tan sheets of paper were littered in drawings, some truly very good.

“Can I draw you?” You asked him, grinning incessantly as he yawned and nodded.

“Draw me like one of your French girls, Jack,” he murmured, referencing the Titanic humorously.

Giggling terribly, you picked up the book and flipped to a clean space. He sat up, leaning back against the headboard and reaching to his own side table. He plucked a cigarette up and stuck it between his lips, lighting the end and inhaling dazedly as you sat up in bed as well.

Going to pluck his white button down off the floor, planning to cover your bare chest, he pulled you back up to him with a shake of the head. You rolled your eyes, leaving your breasts uncovered and maneuvering yourself to straddle his waist.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me,” you smirked, beginning to sketch out the curve of his jaw.

“You’re sitting on top of me naked, of course I’m trying to fucking seduce you,” he chuckled, taking another drag of the cigarette.

A rush of cold air left a shiver down your spine, his hands rubbing up and down your unclothed torso. You shaded around his nose with a charcoal pencil, it was hard to capture just the right angle of his fluttering eyelashes. In the sketch, his eyes were shut and a look of euphoria was dawning on his features.

He cupped your breasts, running the tip of his index finger along the perky bud of your nipple. This earned a slap in the arm from you, shaping his eyebrows and beginning that mess of wild curls. The song had changed, the buzz of another French melody filling the small space.

You leaned forward, letting him stick the cigarette between your lips and taking in a deep breath. With your non-dominant hand, you pulled it from your lips and flicked the ashes into the tray Timothée held out to you. Handing back the remainder of the stick, you finished shading his Adam’s apple and couldn’t help sitting forward a bit.

Bringing your lips to his bobbing throat, you kissed up his jaw and landed on his lips gently. Sitting up, you finished the last of the sketch and initialed the bottom corner to claim the piece of art. Spinning the pad of paper, you put it on display for his to see.

“I love it, mon amour,” he flushed. “But I can guarantee that my view is a lot better. Can I draw you this time?”

“I can think of at least ten other things we could do,” you whispered, setting the sketchbook back down onto the side table.

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Break Me

Pairing -> Tom Holland x Actress! Fem! Reader

Word Count -> 6,025

Synopsis -> You thought time apart would be the best for you and Tom. Hell, after your last conversation, you’d be happy if you never saw him again. Haha, silly girl – did you forget you had Uncharted press?

Warnings -> Sexual Context [18+ please and thanks. Short kings have more sex on average, claims Tom; spanking - but this is an established green light in their relationship], swearing, lack of knowledge regarding Twitter, angst and a sense of betrayal lol, talk of PR relationships. Some characters in here are kinda trash, too, ngl. I look some artistic liberties.

Author’s Note -> Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own. This fic is purely fictional (I feel like I need that bolded) and written so I could complete my bingo. I couldn’t help where the inspo took me lol. Read the warnings and connect the dots to see if this is a fic you want to read. This is for @venomsilk’s Valentine’s Bingo. My bingo card is attached under the fic if you want to scroll down and get an idea before reading. I suggest you don’t, though, because the surprise is a part of the ride hehe. I had a lot of fun so I hope you will too :) *forgive me by Chloe x Halle blasts through the speakers*

Sidenote: I could not find a straight answer for how long press is so just let the story ride lol. 

Happy Valentine’s Day, lol. Feedback is much appreciated.

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what the hell

pairing: elliot x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, cheating, drug usage, and slight violence.

a/n: oh you all are about to hate me. i’m turning Elliot into what i think he’s about to become in this one. reader is fed tf up. i hope you enjoy </3

words: 2,539 + not proofread

love hurts whether it’s right or wrong.

there should’ve been no reason Jules was crying on your shoulder and gripping into Maddy’s hand for dear life.

“she doesn’t want me anymore guys.” she sobbed. moving from her slouched position on your arm, she started to sit up and let go of Maddy’s hand. she pulled at her short hair while her tears shined like diamonds in the moonlight. “i fucking know it. i feel it.”

you didn’t think Rue was cheating, you saw the reaction she had to Elliot, but you knew they both did coke at the party together while she was supposed to be clean.

you just thought she was getting high at home and didn’t want Jules to see her like that.

the three of you sat on the curb outside of the bowling alley. Jules wailing into the cold night air, your legs numb from the freezing pavement, and Maddy looking over to you with worry while Kat and Ethan were probably fucking up a storm in the backseat of his moms car.

a few days later on another side of the town though, Elliot and Rue stumbled to put their clothes back on. Rue’s phone going off as soon as she got her pants back in place.

jules: i hope your meeting was good. i miss you.

Rue read as two slender arms pulled her back against a firm chest. Elliot’s head now placed on top of hers reading her phone. his phone went off as soon as he finished reading.

y/n: Jules isn’t doing good. i don’t know what to do.

his phone read, Rue reading his too before his phone went off again.

y/n: can you come by in about a hour or two? Jules should be gone by then.

elliot: sure thing baby.

Rue rolled her eyes at his text before bursting out of his arms and down the street. they just fucked and then he went and called his girlfriend baby in front of her? she sighed before talking her phone out again.

rue: i miss you too. can i come over?

she texted back, walking aimlessly while she waited for her girlfriends response.

the italicized words saying seen 6 minutes ago laughed at her.

she groaned into the air before stomping the rest of the way home.

it was 2 am and Elliot was asleep on your chest. you both had been watching daredevil before he passed out. you reached out to grab his phone to cut it off just as a notification came through, your palm connecting with the notification.

rue: i need you right now e. leave her.

the text said. you weren’t one to scroll through Elliot’s phone, never had a reason too, but that message made something in you want to scroll.

so you did.

hundreds of messages exchanged between the two of them since the party. constant flirting, talk of drugs, mentions of you and Jules not needing to know anything, then talking about how they ditched you two, them talking about fucking, and nudes.

your boyfriend was fucking Rue and Rue was fucking your boyfriend.

you pushed him off of you as gently as you could before locking his phone and turning the other way.

silently crying into the night.

“he’s not rough enough.” Kat groaned flopping back onto her bed. “at first it was love, i know it was, but the more i find myself i feel like I’m growing. he did nothing wrong guys really. i’m just growing away from him. i can’t grow and stay in one place.”

“sooo why don’t you break up with him?” you asked the girl while eating from her bag of chips. you knew her relationship expectations were unrealistic because they came straight from a fanfiction, but maybe something else could’ve been going on.

we’re you gonna tell her that though?

no, you were stressed enough.

she sat up quickly and looked at you like you smacked her.

“i can’t just leave him. it would break his heart and…and that’s not right.” Kat explained.

Maddy rolled her eyes. “there’s more than your letting on, but okay.” she said filing her nails.

“you’ll hurt him more if you stay with him and he thinks the love is real. he’d rather you be upfront, but this is your relationship. do you.” you told Kat. Jules mumbling “yeah.” from where she sat hovered over her phone.

it hurt telling Kat the things you wish Elliot and Rue would tell you and Jules.

you woke up crying again.

you had been having the same dream of Maddy finding out you knew about Nate and Cassie and lashing out on you.

you and Fez had been hiding the secret for months. while you couldn’t find Elliot and Rue was off doing some drug you assumed, you both witnessed Cassie and Nate heading to the bathroom together.

it hit you harder than Fez hit Nate that night.

he didn’t care. he hated Nate, he thought Cassie was wrong, but they were more so you and Rue’s people. if it didn’t involve you, Ash, Rue, or Jules he truly didn’t care.

you on the other hand had it bad. Maddy was a close friend of yours and it was eating you alive not telling her.

everyone noticed since January 1st you had been acting off. coming to school looking more tired than usual. eyes droopy, forgetting things more often than not, sleeping during the day.

they just thought you had seasonal depression or couldn’t adjust after the break.

truth was you’d wake up crying each night and couldn’t sleep afterwards. the feeling was overwhelming, leaving you sickeningly anxious.

for months.

Nate was throwing a party to your knowledge, but when you arrived with Fez and Ash it was only the same group you saw at school.

Maddy, Jules, Lexi, Cassie, Kat, Ethan, Nate, Rue, and Elliot.

“what’s going on?” you asked setting your purse down by Ash. Fez had came to our house banging on the door. he had looked at your appearance with a questioning eye before he told you to ride with him to a party he was selling at. little did you know, Jules had called him telling him about your episode earlier in the day at school.

Kat and Lexi had cornered you and asked you about what was wrong only for you to start crying. they had called Elliot over to calm you down, but the sight of him sent you running home in the rain.

“we want to know what’s wrong with you.” Cassie stated.

“you wanna know what’s wrong with me?” you repeated as you laughed. your frame was swallowed by the huge sweater, your sleeping shorts that had replaced your skirt from earlier were barely peaking out from under the top as the once white thigh highs appeared to be dirtied from your earlier running, your boots covered in the same dirt.

“maybe this wasn’t a good idea.” Ethan whispered to Kat.

“princess is fucking possessed.” Nate mumbled while you paced around his livingroom, everyone else sitting.

“this whole thing is a fucking lie!” you cried. the group being wide eyed at your outburst. “you guys are making me fucking crazy! stop acting like you can’t see everything around you! it doesn’t make it go away.” you said wiping tears.

“baby please tell me what’s-“ Elliot tried to ask as he came up to you.

“i’m not your fucking baby.” you said pushing him back. the gasps that let out around the room made your ears ring.

“don’t touch me with those hands i know you touched her with.” you said through the silence in the room. your eyes filled with fire and tears. Elliot’s heart was breaking at your expression. Rue’s stomach lurched and everyone else stared wide eyed.

“you like her.” you said cutting your eyes at Nate.

“You and Cassie fucked on New Years. you both were drunk, she was single for the first time in years, you thought she was hot, and now we’re here.” you finished with a clap of your hands together.

“you can’t fathom the thought of being alone.” you pointed to Cassie. “and now you have a secret thrilling and anxiety ridden situationship with your best friends ex who put her through hell.”

you watched her face fall before you turned, walking up to Nate. “you want happiness, but between that chemical imbalance and being stuck on your home life all you end up is manipulating and hurting the people you care about…but right now Cassie makes you happy…even if you have a fucked up way of showing it.” you laughed stepping back. “that and i really need you to work on your inner battle with being like your dad in more ways than you’d like to admit. you’re lashing out and ruining lives.” Nate’s face stayed in the same hard expression as you talked to him. Cassie’s tears were spilling into her lap.

“you like to fight Maddy.” you said turning to the girl who you spent countless of hours with while consoling Jules, even consoling her at times. her eyes were wide and filled with hurt. “stop fighting for Nate. you’re so much better without him. you cant win everything, everything isn’t meant for you.” she had a tight lipped smile before nodding her head.

“you’re right y/n.” she said turning to her best friend and ex. “i deserve more than i allow myself to have.” you softly smiled at her before stepping to your new target.

“Rue i’ve been increasingly getting tired of you.” you said turning yourself to her. she sat shaking on the couch between Jules and Fez.

“what the fuck you done did now?” Ashtray who has been silently listening the whole time asked looking past Fez and at Rue.

he thought he was going to a party.

not Jerry Springer.

“Jules has been crying in me and Maddy’s laps for weeks while you fucked my boyfriend and got high off of whatever the fuck you two scrambled to find.” you said getting straight to the point. Jules turned to Rue with watering eyes and they just stared at each other before Maddy pulled a sobbing Jules to her chest. Fez sat up from the couch and stared at the back of Rue’s head.

he knew she was going through it but not like this.

“that ain’t cool Rue. what the fuck is up with you?” he said to her. you knew Fez longer than anybody else here. yes he saw Rue as his sibling, but you? you both had a deeper connection. you were practically raised with Fez while your mom was working and Kitty watched over you.

“Rue what the hell bitch?!” Maddy yelled while stroking Jules’s hair.

“fuck that. Elliot I’m gone beat yo ass bruh.” Ashtray said from behind Fez. you let out a watery laugh at that. Ash always had been ready to fight over you, you were a mother figure in his life.

Rue’s face filled with anger and hurt as she faced back to you while you continued. “i get you don’t want help. i get it, but why don’t you leave? you constantly treat Gia and your own mother like fucking shit. what the fuck do you think your dad would say if he saw you right now? you were doing so good baby and i want you to know so many more people care about you and love you, life is just hard and you need to open your eyes.”

Rue’s eyes glazed over before she started crying into her palms.

she felt horrible.

your turned to the boy you thought you’d be with forever. his eyes red, spilling with tears, his arms clenched around himself.

“b-baby…” he whimpered. he knew he had lost you by the utterly crushed look on your face.

“Elliot you wanted a stable relationship so you could feel pure love for the first time, but you still wanted to be able to crumble in private. you saw Rue, someone who is so addicted that they are willing to hurt everyone who just wants better for her so she can feel good, and decided you wanted to be as carefree as her.”

“you both found somebody you could relate too and it spiraled from there.” you whispered as you wiped at your eyes. “perfect under different circumstances.”

“Fez, Cassie is the one who ratted you out to Cal. she was scared and thought she was doing the right thing for her new man.” Fez nodded at her. he had an idea she did after Lexi came into the gas station with a weird look on her face, but no words to explain why.

“Ashtray i’m sorry you had to grow up so quickly, same with you Fez.” you nodded at the two who took you in no matter what.

“Kat isn’t into you anymore Ethan. nothings wrong with you she’s just not there and i feel bad smiling in your face knowing how she feels.” you explained. his face fell, but he didn’t look too hurt.

“i had an idea, it’ll be alright…i’ll always be here.” he said gripping her arm. the two of them sharing a hug at his words.

“i love you and i’m so sorry baby.” Kat mumbled into his hair. you took your eyes off of the sad and sweet scene and decided to finish up.

“Lexi i’m sorry everyone around you never listens to you.” you said looking at the girl you were close in age with. you could see yourself in her right about this moment. constantly trying to tell people they need help and they never took you seriously.

finally you turned to the newest member of the group, Faye.

“and Faye…girl you need to get off that shit. it’s eating you away and i hate it.” you sighed. the girls naturally wide eyes zoned in at you as she frantically nodded.

“y-yeah your probably right.” she said swinging her bare legs from where she sat on the arm of the couch.

“and since i’m done keeping secrets i might as well tell you all mine.” you told them while going by Ash and grabbing your purse. you snatched your wallet out and took out the Polaroid picture of you and Elliot on New Years before slamming it into his chest, his body stepping back from the force.

you pulled out another photo from the same night. this time it was you smiling while everyone else was in the back partying. you placed this one in the table before backing up.

“we took this 63 days ago and for 63 nights i’ve cried due to overwhelming stress.” you told your audience. “for 63 days i’ve known about Nate and Cassie, 52 days i’ve known about you and Rue, and for 49 days i’ve known about Kat and Ethan. for two months and three days i’ve watched my entire life burn to the ground and let you all be oblivious to the fire licking at your feet and i am so very sorry.”

and at that you walked out of the door, Fez and Ash racing to catch up to you.

love frat rafe

thought i wouldn’t find out?

pairing. frat¡rafe && reader

content. fluff. suggestive content/thoughts. language. blood. violence(?)

summary. you’re the designated ‘frat girl’, but when rafe’s ‘brothers’ start getting too close, he’s gotta remind them who you belong to psa i have nooo clue about frats so i just used names i found on the internet (yes, i’m in college and still have no idea about them)

“so i told the idiots at kappa sigma that they can suck my dick! i’m not working with them for the annual formal, and if they wanna run their mouths to whoever the fuck’s in charge– i really don’t give a damn,” was the first thing you heard as you walked through the door of rafe’s frat house, pi kappa phi. him and some other ‘brothers’ were scattered about in their messy living room. it was friday afternoon, so they were all just hanging out before frats opened at 11pm. almost all of them had a beer in their hand, including rafe.

he turned once he heard the sound of the door, a smile subconsciously forming on his face.

“there’s my girl,” he said, moving his arm up, waiting for you to take your place next to him. his eyes panned over your body– cropped white t-shirt with a jean skirt, and some country looking belt that hung off you, proving it was just for looks– his eyes landed on the pack of beer in your hand. it was pretty customary for you to bring drinks for the weekends– not for the parties– just for him, and the other guys.

he rested his arm on the back of the couch, telling you to put it in the refrigerator– as if this wasn’t routine.

once you returned from the kitchen, you took your spot in his arm. he craned his head to give you a quick kiss on your cheek, moving his mouth to ghost over your ear.

“how you doin’ baby?,” his voice was low, almost slurring as if he was a bit tipsy– he wasn’t, you knew that he was just getting started.

“‘m good,” you nuzzled into his touch. after a long day of classes, rafe’s presence was calming. it grounded you in a way you craved throughout the stress of your day.

he continued to talk to the guys in the room, his fingers rubbing little circles into your soft shoulder with the hand that was slung around you. your head rested between his chest and the under part of his arm.

“be right back,” he said to the other guys, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before wandering somewhere in the house.

you suddenly felt a lot of eyes on you. you were used to these guys, but something about this exact moment felt… uneasy. you didn’t make it known that you were slightly uncomfortable though. you knew who you were– you knew how crazy your boyfriend was. they wouldn’t try anything if they knew what was good for them.

“so, y/n… long day?,” jake asked with a smirk before taking a swig of his beer. you knew all of them– unfortunately– it’s not like they were all bad, just a majority. jake included. you tried to hide the discomfort in your face. you thought you were doing a good job…

“dude. what’re you doin’?,” cam butted in before you could answer– apparently your discomfort wasn’t that hidden. he was one of the only ones without a beer in his hand, and he was probably your favorite of the guys– besides rafe, of course. he was the nicest, and he never really made you feel out of place, or uncomfortable. he kept all the other guys in check when rafe was gone– mainly because he was rafe’s right hand man, and his best friend.

“jus’ askin’ pretty girl how her day was,” his smirk still glued to his face, turning from cam back to you, still awaiting your answer.

“cut it out jake,” his tone was serious. you just sat there awkwardly, but you wanted jake to know he didn’t bother you– even if he did.

“no, no cam… it’s fine,” you began, a fake smile on your face, “my day was long. jus’ happy to come home to rafe, y’know?”

jake was clearly tipsy, maybe even already drunk. that’s the only thing that would explain the next words that came out of his mouth.

“rafe… rafe is a little bitch. wouldn’t know a pretty girl like you if it hit him,” cam gave you a look– should i jump in?– you shook your head gently, intrigue plastered over your face. you wanted to see how far jake would go. the other guys surrounding him watched him with bated breath as if he was actually making a valid point. it almost made you laugh.

“bet he can’t even make ya cum… ya ever need a real man you come to me sweetheart,” the words made you cringe. did he really think shit like that would make you… what? swoon? cam’s jaw was slacked, in utter disbelief of what just came out of his ‘brother’s mouth. you went with it– kind of.

“well, jake that is a very kind offer, but i gotta tell ya…,” you stood up from the couch, moving toward the chair he was sat on. you leaned down, right in his face– close enough for him to not just hear the words you were about to say, but feel them too.

“you shouldn’t be concerned about me getting off. rafe’s got plenty of photo proof of that,” your smile was evil, challenging. just as you moved away from jake’s face, walking back to your spot on the couch, rafe reentered the room.

“what’d i miss?,” he was clueless, you knew cam would try and tell rafe, but you didn’t want to cause even more of a scene. you weren’t jake’s biggest fan, but the things rafe would to do him if he found out were… probably illegal. and it’s hard to run a frat from jail.

“not much,” you shrugged, plopping yourself back on the couch. the look on cam’s face was just pure confusion and shock. jake’s on the other hand… well, his was just shock. you smiled to yourself while rafe made his way to sit next to you.

—

the house had so many bodies, loud music, flashing lights that would make anyone’s head spin. you were currently fighting your way through the crowd of people to get to the bathroom. once you closed the door behind you the music was a little more muted, giving you some peace. not for long.

“so i told her– if she wants a real man she can come to me. probably come for me, too,” jake’s agitating laugh could be heard from the other side of the door.

“so she got all up in my face– hot as fuck– told me not to tell rafe. that i’d be hearing from her real soon,” whatever group of people he was talking to began ‘ooo’-ing and laughing. little did you know, cam was in that group– observing. you stayed in the bathroom until their voices faded away, giving you a clear to exit.

you needed to find rafe.

luckily, he hadn’t really moved from the spot you left him in, but once you saw rafe, cam came into view too.

cam was turned away from you. you could see rafe’s face, and he was furious. his face was basically turning red, jaw locked, eyes wide and narrowed at the same time. you watched his hold on his beer bottle tighten, knuckles turning white.

even over the noise in the house, you could hear the sound of rafe’s bottle thud against the counter, followed by a “fuck no. oh, he’s fucking dead. they’re all dead.” he was about to walk away, leaving cam to himself, before his eyes caught yours. suddenly, rafe was right in front of you– towering over you.

“we gotta talk,” was all that he said before grabbing your hand, and dragging you upstairs into his room. he closed the door behind him. most of the noise was muted now, giving you a chance to talk privately.

“what did cam tell you?,” you weren’t scared of rafe when he was like this, but you were still a little concerned. he looked like he could break just about any and every thing in his room right now.

usually rafe would play mind games– ask you what you thought cam told him– but he was in no mood right now.

"told me what that jackass jake said. ‘bout how i couldn’t make you cum?,” breathless laughs were breaking up his sentence, like he couldn’t believe what he had to repeat right now.

“told me what you said…,” he leaned toward you. you swallowed hard, big eyes looking up at him. you weren’t sure how he was going to take you basically telling jake that he had explicit photos of you on his phone.

“‘nd as hot as that was…,” he began, smirking spreading across his lips, “i gotta ask– why didn’t you tell me, babe?”

“‘s not a big deal, rafe. y’know how jake is…,” you started before he cut you off. backing away from you as if he was astonished by your answer.

“yeah. i do. that’s no excuse f’r him to say the shit he did, and then go around tellin’ people you’d actually leave me for him. actin’ like you’re gonna hook up with him behind my back,” how the fuck did he know about that?

“tryna tell people my girl would go anywhere near his tiny dick. it’s laughable,” he ran his palm over his mouth like he genuinely couldn’t stifle his laugh.

“rafe…”

“no, no. he wants to play that game? we can play that game,” suddenly he grabs your wrist again, dragging you downstairs. you didn’t know what he was doing, but before you could process anything he cut the music off. everyone in the house either complaining, or looking around confused. rafe’s loud voice was the next thing to reverberate through the house.

“HEY! LISTEN UP, ANYONE WHO DOESN’T LIVE HERE– TIME TO GET THE FUCK OUT! PARTY’S OVER, ALRIGHT?,” his voice boomed in your ear, making you flinch at first. after some frustrated groans, and some ‘what the fuck’s, people began to flood out of the house.

your confusion was evident, staring up at rafe– his hold on your wrist still there, but looser now.

“what’re you doing?,” you whispered to him, his eyes not moving from the crowd leaving the house.

“don’t worry ‘bout it, baby,” he mumbled back to you before walking away from you to close the door as the last few people trickled out.

“rafe, man– what the fuck?!,” jake was walking up to rafe like he was trying to intimidate him– obviously he wasn’t. the look on rafe’s face was lethal. all rafe’s ‘brothers’ gathered around him, everyone confused except cam. not that he knew what was going on, but he did know rafe, and whatever was going on wasn’t going to be pretty.

you were still stood where rafe left you– just a few steps behind him.

“my bad bro… jus’ got some things i wanna address,” rafe’s tone was dripping with sarcasm, and a sense of humor. jake tried not to seem worried, tried to have a poker face, but you could tell he was sweating under that dingy baseball cap.

“something so important you had to kick everyone out, bro?,” one of the other guys questioned. rafe didn’t answer, just gave him one look and the guy was backing off, hands up in surrender.

"jake… anything you wanna tell me? actually, anything any of you wanna tell me?,” rafe didn’t sound this serious most of the time, so the guy were rightfully scared– well, guys minus cam.

“man, i d’know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout,” jake tried to just shrug it off, make rafe think he was crazy for this.

“don’t know what i’m talkin’ about?,” rafe had that classic fake confusion on his face, walking closer to jake, getting in his face to utter his next words.

“just figured a real man would own up to what he did before i made him own up to it… take some responsibility y’know?,” he almost whispered. he squinted his eyes with a fake smile on his face. the whole room went deadly silent, and jake’s face was nothing short of entertaining.

"you are a real man, right? at least– that’s what you told my girl,” his aggravation was starting to break through his facade. jake just stood there– he didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to come back from this.

"lemme ask you somethin’… how many people left this house tonight under the impression that my girlfriend was gonna hook up with you behind my back? hm?,” he was furious at this point. it was one thing to speak that way to you in the first place, but run around and lie? tell everyone rafe cameron couldn’t keep his girl satisfied? oh, his blood was boiling. you just stood still where you were. when rafe got like this there was no stopping him– it was no use, and you knew that.

jake was grasping at straws at this point, “listen man, i don’t know what y/n told you… but it’s a lie. okay? i didn’t say shit to her, rafe. and i didn’t say shit to anyone else.”

“jake… jakey boy! how stupid d’you think i am? you really thought i wouldn’t find out? as if the rest of this story wasn’t humiliating enough– i’m almost offended,” rafe had turned his back on him at this point, giving you that evil smirk one more time before quickly turning on his heel, and punching straight into jake’s nose.

a loud crack! sounded through the room, jake’s hand immediately coming to hold his bleeding– probably broken– nose, bending over in pain, droplets of blood hitting the floor. rafe leaned down to get on his level.

“get. the fuck. out. i see you anywhere near this house, myself, or my girl again. you’ll wish i had just killed you tonight,” he spoke quietly, but his message was clear as day. jake quickly exited the house, but not before muttering a quick ‘you’re fucking insane cameron’.

rafe shook his hand out, moving his fingers to combat the pain from direct contact with jake’s bone.

“oh, and just so everyone’s clear… i’m goin’ easy on those of you who let him say that shit– those of you who gassed him up after he said that nasty shit to y/n. you’re on thin ice, yeah? say shit like that to my girl again, and you’ll wish i only broke your nose.”

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