# rules

# about me

# celebrations

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JJ MAYBANK WAS A MENACE. this you knew, but you also knew that he was failing. god, were his grades in the dirt! but the minute you were told you had to tutor him, you had raised your eyebrows and thought to yourself, 'it couldn't be that bad."

but it was bad. it was so bad, because half of the time you couldn't pay attention to tutoring him properly...see, now this all made sense. jj, being the pogue he was, (dirty-minded, a bit silly, and very very hot,) went all out at a party, down any girl's pants, and at the end kinda sleazy. there wasn't any time you hadn't seen him glued to another girl. all you did to boys like that was snap your gum, and roll your eyes. the worst thing that could ever happen to them was if they didn't get what they wanted.

lord knew that their egos were larger than anything else. but, you decided that for the tutoring session, you were going to put that aside. you were going to go in their with a fresh new set of eyes. maybe he was struggling? maybe he really did want to get better at school.

unfortunately you were wrong, because thirty minutes into the session he'd lured you into a tight corridor. you went from math to kissing each other in the library. you knew you would regret it, obviously, you knew you were going to regret you did anything with jj. you also knew that he thought he knew you better than you did yourself.

however, at the moment you have better things to be worried about.

"fuck. i always thought you were hot," jj panted, a smirk on his face, "but god, this makes you hotter." his eyes were alight with humour, and while you did scoff at him—the feeling of his hands on your waist? you did nothing about it.

"you're disgusting," you spat, "does everything you do have to be related to a fetish?"

jj laughed, the sound vibrating in his chest. you were so close to him, you could feel that small movement as well as the soft way his hands were holding you.

"yet here we are," he murmured softly, hands trailing down from your shoulders to your hips.  you couldn't help but gasp softly, before trying to stop yourself from blushing. really, what worked was remembering what a dick jj maybank really was.

you rolled your eyes. "oh, fuck off," you glared at him, finally having the guts to push him away. your hands feel weak, almost as if you don't want to do it. the truth is, you do like him. you like the way he's all or nothing, and the way he laughs, and you especially like the way he kisses. and you can't help but lean in for another kiss.

oh well.

. ˚｡⋆୨୧˚GENTLE AND QUIET NIGHTS WITH BOXER!RAFE WERE ALL YOU EVER NEEDED. ever since he told you not to come visit him down at the ring, you would wait patiently by the bed staring at the clock. you knew exactly when he was going to come, and when he did you were going to patch him up, you were going to give him small kisses in his lap and then after that, you were going to bed. it was your ritual. in your little nightie, kicking your feet on the bed you waited patiently. but you couldn't help if sometimes you got a little tired, and closed an eye for a few minutes.

until you heard a small creak. it was enough to stir you awake, and you jumped to your feet. swaying just a little (you were so tired), you saw rafe. he was a little bloodied as he closed the door. you watched him and observed the way he jammed the door shut, quietly swearing when it didn't close properly. it was here that he noticed you were watching. suddenly, your giant turned softer, treading closer to you.

"hey baby. you didn't need to stay awake," rafe muttered, and you leaned into his warmth as his rough hand caressed your face, "awh, look at ya."

you drowsily smiled at him, motioning him to sit down on the bed. then he laughed at how sleepy you looked, but listened to your demands.

here you pulled him close, as you climbed into his lap. your voice was a scratchy whisper as if you were letting him into a secret, "i stayed up because i wanted to," then you turned a bit shy tilting away from him, "for you i'll stay awake every night."

"oh damn. way too sweet for me," rafe mumbled into your shoulder and you giggled, pursing your lips.

now this was your favorite part; you would patch him up, gently touching his scrapes and asking if he's okay. rafe would always tell you the other guy looked worse and you'd laugh. then with you, warm and supple in his arms he would tell you how it went. by the end of the night, you'd be pressed tightly in his arms, hearing his heartbeat. and always by the end of the night, rafe would tuck you into bed, swearing that you needed more sleep. and always by the end of the night, two of you would be entwined together, almost as if the two of you were melded together.

as if the two of you were made for each other.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ THERES SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU FOR LIKING FRAT!RAFE SO MUCH. because he pulls you in for a kiss one second, and the next he's sneering down at you for being a pogue. he's so icky....but you like it, goddamn it, you like it. but sometimes you hate it so much, because why can't he see anything but a pogue?

sometimes you feel so needy, pulling him into a hidden corridor.

rafe kisses you hard and make no mistake, and you do too. his hands are on your waist, and its as if he can't get enough of you. by the end of the kiss, you're gasping for air, as he hisses quietly. your hands are on his belt, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"fuck. you can't be doing this to me right here," rafe grunts, and you blush, as he tuggs you closer. theres a jeering smirk on his face, "you know, i like this arrangement. i really do," and then he gives you another hard kiss. teeth clash, and hands move lower and lower. he's too dangerous for you, but all you can do is stare at him with pretty fluttery doe eyes.  

it hurts to hear him talk to you like that, but goddamn it how bad is it being his little dirty secret?

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME WHY THIS MAN WOULD BE IMAGINING HAVING KIDS WITH YOU BEFORE HE EVEN MET YOUR PARENTS. see now, rafe cameron was needy on two different levels. first, emotionally. he can't even believe he has you, and doesn't want you to leave him. second, he's going to keep you at all costs, making sure he keeps you close.

though it's gotten better now. now that he has his business, and no ward beating down on him. now, he seems like a new man. one that's open to loving you with all he's got. but that doesn't mean he isn't needy...

it's so hardcore that rafe's got some trust fund already open for you and the kids. he's the type of guy who wants you to validate him, someone who tightens the lids on things so that you go to get help from him.

he's the type to who manspreads with the hope you'll sit right in his lap. while it may sound strange, rafe follows you carefully, his hand on your waist as he makes sure you're fine. anyone say anything against you, he's there for you.

but sometimes things get bad, sometimes memories drown him out.

sometimes he remembers sarah, wheezie, and his family before things turn to shit...and all of a sudden..and all of a sudden he's stumbling into your arms.. his eyes are red, and full of pain. you can smell the alcohol on his breath, but theres something lurking behind his expression that tells you everything not okay.

"i fucked up, didn't i? fucked up like i always have. like dad always said i would. FUCK!"

that's all he says, radiating with anger. but then you cower, scared. scared of this part of him. then he looks at you again, all small and meek. things are getting bad again, you can tell. then all of a sudden he's sobbing. it's quiet sobbing, something that breaks your heart—muffled loud gasps. those are cries of someone who tries to keep quiet, someone who can't keep it inside himself anymore.

it's a night like that, where you have to hold him closely. his adams apple bobbing as you softly whisper validation into his ear. rafe is softer in your arms, malleable and almost drowsy. he's mumbling things, but you can't keep up.

"never shoulda touched her...never shoulda,"

"you're going to be fine, rafe. you're going to be fine." you'd murmur, softly rubbing circles into his back. he nods, a movement so subtle, that you almost miss it. then he's out.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ YOUR CRUSH ON RAFE CAMERON WAS ALMOST DEGRADING. it was exciting for him because it made him wonder how much he could push you. how much he could push you, and you'd still look at him with those adoring eyes of yours. how long you would offer up your body, innocent with your pouty lips.

it didn't matter if rafe dismissed you, or if he acted as if you didn't exist—you stayed there, trailing after him like a lost puppy. he liked it too, the thought that no matter what he did, you would still be there.

really, it was sickening how much you liked rafe. he'd push you away, cold mask on his face, the words, 'dirty pogue,' already on his lips—yet you would come back to him. with your soft words, and little gifts. sometimes you left him a small snack, a glittery pink pen etching your initials. sometimes he'd try not to notice the way you'd always be hopeful during parties with your tiny clothes, almost ready to talk to him.

see, he was nice to girls. how could he not be? but you. you defined every rule in the book. you were way to nice, you were a pogue, and lastly, there was the persistence. you wanted a boyfriend, not a hookup. but you were testing every limit he had with your presence.

he could barely control himself with you around, groaning softly when he saw you coming his way. there was a meekness to you, almost as if you were surprised you were even talking to him.  

"rafe?" you'd call, and when he turned around. of course, you were already blushing, pursing your lips to hide your smile, "um...would you mind signing this?"

rafe looked at you again, licking his lips before regarding your pleading look, "yea, why not. what's it for?" then he looked down at you, holding eye contact for a little longer than usual. quickly you got flustered, blinking down as you tried to hold eye contact back.

"uh—it's just for something."

"something? tryna be mysterious and shit?"

"oh no rafe! i—"

finally, he snapped, "alright listen. i know you like me, but uh, i don't do that girlfriend or boyfriend bullshit. especially not with a pogue," he drawled as he gave you a once over, before giving you slight look, "now, either we hook up or nothing."

you gulped, shocked at his outburst, but you couldn't help but pout. wasn't this what you wanted? all dressed up in your cute jumpsuit, all dolled up for him. so he could look at you, so he could appreciate you. at this point all you just wanted was him. but you couldn't give yourself up that quickly. all the blood rushed up to your head, and you knew you were blushing. hard.

"i don't know what you're talking about!" you blubbered, taking a step away from rafe. he laughed, cocking his head.

"oh shittt, don't give me those pretty eyes and tell me you don't want to fuck me?"

suddenly you bit your lip, feeling shy. this was the most you had ever said to him. of course it had to go this way. so you did what every normal person did; murmur something softly that was hard to pick up. but rafe was rafe, he perked up, eyes full of glee. as if he was enjoying your torment.

"c'mon doll, spit it out."

"i..."

"yeah? do i need to draw it out of you?" he whispered, stepping closer to you. your lashes fluttered, feeling like a deer in headlights. now or never. heat went through your body before you looked back up at him. you blinked slowly, a shy look on your face, taking a deep breath.  

"i...i do."

with his tongue tucked in his cheek, rafe leaned back, and signed the paper radiating smug satisfaction, "good. good. now that's settled, lemme finish something here before we get to that."

then rafe gave you a once over as if he knew the effect he had on you, before rising to leave, "see you tonight."

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ "THIS DOESN'T MAKE SENSE...I FAILED RAFE! I FAILED," you sobbed into the phone, holding the phone to your chest. you can hear a slight sigh at the end of the phone, and then his soothing voice.

"fuck. is that the one you studied for hours on end? the one i had to test you during our date?"

you hiccup, swaying from side to side as you wipe your eyes, "yes rafe. that's the one. i studied so hard, and i got a sixty percent." you can hardly get yourself to say the number, nevertheless look at the wrinkled paper that you checked over and over again. when you got it, you believed that there must have been something wrong. wrong marking, different grade, switched up grade, sabotage, but once you made it to the teacher and they told you what it was...you couldn't help but gulp with despair. it truly was a bad grade, there was no mistake except the one you made.

that was a d. that meant that your shiny gpa was down the drain. you couldn't think straight as you stared at the red-marked grade. and you got it in history. even worse. the one class you couldn't even keep up. your grades were everything that kept you together, you studied everywhere—the bus, the grocery store, the bookstore, and the fancy country club that rafe brought you to—

but it hadn't worked. so what could you do? you just held the paper, tears dripping down your chin, you heard rafe's voice again, "i'm coming over."

suddenly you're scrambling for the phone again, "no, forget about it. i'm a mess, and i failed, and you have an important meeting probably."

then you hear a slight shuffle on this side, almost as if he's moving papers around.

"nah' i'll be there in ten."

before you can tell him that it's fine, he hangs the phone and you're left with trembling hands on your phone. you get up, dusting yourself off, swallowing your pride as you look at the paper again.

rafe's always been so supportive of your studies, thick eyebrows furrowed when he hears your rants about your grades. see, you knew he wasn't the brightest, but he held on his own with you. he let you spend his money on different tutors, different college club things, different textbooks and apps you needed to get the best grade. yet...here nothing had worked.   

so there you were, pathetic and sniffling as you leaned near the doorway. after a few minutes you heard the key turn, and in came rafe cameron. he was in a nice polo shirt, biceps straining, and a concerned look on his face as he looked down at you.

you couldn't even hold yourself together, as you crumbled around him, "i failed rafe. i failed. i—"

"shh, shhh," he muttered, eyes flickering around the cramp space you called home. your papers were sprawn on the floor, and a soup that you'd made earlier was laid cold and forgotten. dishes were stuffed in the dishwasher, and there was one dim light on.

he was almost too big in your small apartment, but you could see the earnestness in his eyes as he treaded carefully. picking you up, he muttered softly to you.

"now, i don't even know what to do rafe! i don't know what to do."

"the grade doesn't define you'know? that's all bull," he started passionately, and then gestured to himself, "i mean look at me. barely passed high school but i'm doing fine. more than fine." rafe muttered, scratching the back of his head as he watched you sniffle.

you let out a soft wail, "but it does matter! i—" then you just shake your head and grab him by the shirt. then you decide that it's not worth it. it's not worth to scream or fight. you're too tired for that, instead, you just lean into his warmth.

"i just want to be close to you, forget about it all."

suddenly rafe softens, "yea. c'mere," then he bundles you up, and you feel yourself succumbed to sleep

EXTRA:

"hey and if matters at all, you're a 100% for me,"  rafe muttered into your hair, as you woke up. you rubbed your eyes, before you squirmed away from him, scowling at him. "i think that's an a+"

you groan. "too soon?" he murmured, pulling you in closer.

"way too soon.

"yea, shoulda known. sorry."

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