Im Literally So In Love With This Like

i’m literally so in love with this like

❝ my son? ❞

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PAIRING : grownup! rafe x kook! f reader x young! rafe’s son

CONTEXT : after sleeping with rafe, you lost each other for a few busy years. but after 10 years, you finally came back in kildare, with a surprise …. a surprise Rafe is not going to forget that soon.

wanted to write a thing like lila x diego (umbrella academy) idk how it went lol i didn’t how to end it, so i des a little open fluff end.

WARNINGS : emotional manipulation, mention of sex, pregnancy, giving birth, rafe’s son being… a smart mouth and … rafe’s son (having bad ideas, being provocative), smoking.

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a woman enters the country club, dressed in a long black lace dress, her pretty cleavage catching everyone's eye, she raises her sunglasses as she walks towards the bar. next to her, a young boy shuffles along, his hands in the pockets of his disheveled suit. he's taken off the jacket and opened his shirt, he can't stop complaining about the sweltering heat.

Rafe was sitting at the back of the terrace when he sees her arriving, he raises his head, his gaze lost in space. he feels like he’s seeing a ghost, it’s been many years since he’s seen y/n. it was a hot summer night before his life went through a roller coaster ride. he had spent a night out of time, with this girl he had never gotten to know. it was just before Rose forced him onto the Coastal Venture. he had no choice but to forget her.

he got up, apologizing to the date he had taken to eat here this afternoon. he walked closer to her, unsure if it was indeed y/n. he paid absolutely no attention to the young man behind her, as if he did not exist.

"Mom, maybe we can just go home i don’t want to do-", the boy try to reaches his mother.

a man appears behind the young woman, slightly pushing the young boy away, he recognized her coming forward. it’s been a long time since he didn’t see her, too long maybe. Rafe pats her shoulder.

"y/n?", he asks, she turns to look at him and her smile grows.

"oh, just the man i was searching for", y/n smiles as she runs a hand behind the young boy's head. her heart was pounding as she stared at this man she didn’t see in person since almost 10 years.

Rafe smiles as he looks at her, glancing at the young boy, but nothing disturbs his beautiful smile.

"what's up?" he asks.

the young boy giggles as he points at Rafe.

"that's him?" he grimaces as he looks up at y/n, "you can do better, you know?".

y/n giggles as Rafe frowns at the little man.

"who is the tic-tac-toe?" Rafe spits.

y/n's smile grows as she looks down at her son, Eliot rolls his eyes as he backs away. she grabs his shirt to pull him closer to them. Rafe looks at him, eyebrows frowned.

"hey, talk better about my boy okay", y/n gasped.

Rafe's face unravels and she giggles, nodding softly, in that moment she knows she's about to tell him the biggest news of his entire life... a few years late.

she could have good reasons but... truth be told, she mostly wanted to do this on her own. She didn't want him to get involved, especially since when she knew Rafe he was far from a decent man... or even an ideal father. he spent his time partying, doing coke and drinking all day long, rumours said he was in a treasure hunt and… she didn't want that for Eliot. she could have send him a text, or a picture, she hesitated so many times but she really wanted him to be sober and responsible again.

she turns to her son with a slight smile on her lips, pulling him by the sleeve to bring him closer to Rafe, who stares at them uncomprehendingly. y/n puts a hand behind Eliot's shoulder.

"so Rafe this is Eliot", Rafe frowns as he realizes she's not introducing him, unsuspecting that Eliot has heard a lot about him. y/n pats his son's chest as he realizes he's not saying anything.

"say hi eliot", she orders. but the young man rolls his eyes in despair.

"charming, i see he got a lot from you" Rafe laughs, ankward.

Y/n giggles as she shakes her head, walks over to her son and pulls him by the sleeve once more.

"yeah, i know i told you he is an asshole but he is cool, you're gonna have fun with daddy this weekend. i have to go now. be nice okay. and don't forget sunscreen, you didn't get his skin okay.". she says, kissing his forehead. Eliot winces and grabbing her arm so she don’t leave already. Rafe chuckles as he watches her holding him.

“no it’s okay, you have your phone, text me if you need anything.” she smiles, running a hand on his hair.

Rafe smiles, his fingers wipes his lips, he deeply thinks she’s playing a weird joke on him. he was calculating when was the last time he have seen her… 9 maybe 10 years. but he really starts panicking when she start leaving. He tries to catch up with her but can't until she enters the reception room.

"bu- uh? what the fuck? you're joking right? please tell me you're joking" Rafe holds her by the wrists, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as y/n flashes a smile.

"yeah, um, no, not joking." she affirms, Rafe widens his eyes as if he can't believe what he's hearing and finally winces, shaking his head.

"what? you waited ten years to tell me i have a son?!" he yells, losing his cool, she pulls him by the shirt and takes him into a corner of the room.

"hey! you were the one doing shit okay? i heard about you and you were not the type of dad i wanted for him". she whispers.

Rafe felt as if the ground was shifting beneath his feet. His eyebrows furrowed and a million thoughts raced through his brain: "and now i am? what the fuck is wrong with you?".

y/n snaps, lowering her voice so Eliot won’t hear "you got shot on his sixth birthday! what was i supposed to do!”.

Rafe glares at her before looking around anxiously. of course, people turned to listen to their little argument. y/n sighed, she knew this decision would come back to bite her in the ass one day. but she did what she had to do. Rafe would always downplay everything, but he wasn't doing well, he was a suspect in a double homicide: Gavin, his father's pilot, and Peterkins, the town sheriff. he was addicted to cocaine and eventually became entangled in the drug business or treasure hunt after Eliot was born. there were always so many reasons not to tell him. y/n put a hand on Rafe's shoulder, nodding gently.

"what if you prove me this weekend you can be a good guy? wheezie told me you were sober for a year now.", Rafe tilted his head, frowning.

"and wheezie knows i have a kid?", he replied.

Y/n arches an eyebrow "if you at least call her...".

Rafe grimaces as he waves him off "fine just go, i don't want to see you anymore".

y/n smiles as she climbs onto her tiptoes "you know even if i didn't tell you i never stopped believing you could do this".

she placed a light kiss on the corner of his lips, Rafe had no idea how to go about it, he was still so lost, he had tons of questions on his mind. how had she given birth? what had happened? where did they live? where did he go to school? he realises she had so much to handle all by herself and Rafe felt guilty to not be with them. did they have everything they need ? so many questions but rafe only runs his hands on his hair before finally getting back to himself.

"you- um... okay, go have fun because, we are going to have fun too. take a few days, you deserved it." he smiled nervously as he handed her several bills in the palm of her hand.

y/n smiled with a little pout "okay, i'll leave his bag at tannyhill when i pick up Wheez".

Rafe frowned and he was sure Wheez wasn't home. maybe she lived somewhere else in Kildare, now. in fact, it’s been so many time since he didn’t talk to her.

Rafe had just realized that all his problems had come crashing down on him: the distance he'd put between himself and his family, his addictions, all the past he wanted to forget was the reason he'd never known his son...

Y/N left after kissing his son's cheek, which was trailing behind Rafe, Eliot was completely lost, to tell the truth, y/n had warned him it wasn't going to be easy, but he'd never imagined it would be like this. y/n wanted Eliot to be prepared and she kept telling him that Rafe was hard and tough so Eliot only could be surprised… in a good way.

“what a woman uh-” Rafe started to get interrupted by his angry kid “don’t talk about her like that”, Eliot grumbled. he stares at Rafe with dead eyes.

Rafe clenches his jaws. yeah. no doubts. he could see it in his eyes as Eliot came to his mom's defense without a second's hesitation. Rafe nodded gently, letting out a smile. Rafe inhaled deeply, biting his lip. he pulled him out of the country club quickly, eliot pushed his hand away before stepping aside. Rafe turned to the receptionist.

"put it on Cameron" he shouted.

"okay, what you want to do? you're not scared on motorcycle right?", Rafe asked. Eliot frowned and Rafe shrugged.

if he were really his son, he wouldn't be scared. Rafe gave him a helmet and helped him put it on. He left without say goodbye to his girlfriend, well... more or less the date he'd had lunch with. Eliot climbed in behind Rafe, his little arms clinging around his waist. Rafe felt a weird feeling as he turned his head just to make sure he was ready.

and this travel time gave Rafe a few minutes to imagine a real weekend. What did Rafe like to do at this age? how old was this kid again? he had to talk to him, he had to bond with this kid he didn't know at all.

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Rafe hands over a bill to pay for the ice cream, Eliot swats a mosquito at his skin, grimacing again. he rolls his eyes as he runs a hand through his dark hair. Rafe looks at him out of the corner of his eye, even though he's just met him, the resemblance is striking, brown hair, darker though, yet he has big familiar features: his nose and the shape of his eyes, the way he stands and rolls his eyes. it's as if he's seeing himself in a time mirror. he grabbed the ice creams without bothering to thank the shopkeeper and walked over to Eliot, sitting on a picnic table.

"so... chocolate is your favourite?" Rafe asked.

Eliot looked at him with a frown "oh, you know me so well" he mocks with arrogance.

Rafe pulled himself together before insulting his own child. he puckered his lips, shaking his head.

"fair enough. i wasn't here for like ... eight years?", Eliot grimaces as he looks up at Rafe "nine actually, almost ten", Rafe smiles as he watches him taste his ice cream.

"okay I'm sorry. if I wasn't a big jerk back then maybe the crazy lady who's your mother would've wanted-", Rafe started.

Eliot interrupts him again, staring him with dead eyes, "she told me you'd be a little jerk but I didn't think she was that right...".

Rafe snaps, "she said what?".

Eliot smiled and shrugged casually.

"I hear you went to school with her, and you weren't cool. she said you were an asshole. Actually it shows when you breathe" Eliot was having fun throwing snipes at Rafe who smiled with a little pout. it's true that he hadn't been really cool with her when they were young.

"I don't even know how I could please her, to be honest.” Rafe confessed. Eliot chuckled and nodded.

"Me neither. you’re a dork” Eliot smiled. Rafe looks at him, understanding he didn’t make a good impression on his son and Rafe couldn’t even blame him.

“and to say that she still loves you is stupid.” Eliot still didn't realize he'd dropped a big dumpling, Rafe's eyes widened as he nodded softly. she still have feelings for him? Eliot kept eating without looking at Rafe.

“the other guy is much cooler than you” he breathed. Rafe’s heart stopped a second, he watched his son, a small pinching in his chest make it hard to breathe.

“the other guy?” rafe asked.

“yeah, there is that guy that likes her and buys her stuffs, he is nice” eliot implied.

Rafe was totally jealous but couldn’t stop the conversation. it was his son, not that random guy’s son, he just met Eliot, and Rafe just wanted to bond with him. he know they could get along. he wanted to know more about this dude.

“and do you see that guy often?” rafe asked. Eliot raised his head to look at Rafe, a light smirk growing on his lips.

“not enough, he lives far away.” Eliot replied.

Rafe stared at his son, trying to find a way to ask him more about his mother. he had so many questions and he realised that he were asking the wrong questions. he wasn’t here with Eliot to stalk the woman he forgot during so many years…

“yeah okay. and you?” Rafe questioned. Eliot stares at him, frowning.

“what’s about you? you okay sport ? guitar maybe ?” Rafe asked. Eliot shakes his head before offering a smile.

“no, drums actually. mom bought me to annoy the neighbours but i figured i was talented” Eliot laughed.

Rafe smiled, he finally understood why that kid was so fit and have such strong arms for his age. but mostly rafe finds it amusing because he was pretty good with drums when he had the same age too. he nods, tilting his head.

“and what about school?” Rafe questioned.

“i suck ..” he sighed.

Rafe couldn't see the blood dripping from Eliot's ear yet. he had fragile eardrums and he needed to put drops several times a day.

“school suck anyways don’t be too ha- ew, buddy you have… are you okay?” Rafe asked as he search for a handkerchief for his ear.

Eliot grimaced as he put down his ice cream before searching his pockets.

“oh shoot i forgot my drops. maybe mom kept it.” Eliot grimaced.

“let’s go, i’ll take you to a pharmacy” rafe assured.

Rafe was stopping downtown, parked on a corner, Rafe and Eliot were heading to the town store.

there was a pharmacy next to a store, Rafe was paying the right product, when he recognized the familiar face of pogues he couldn't stand. he grimaced as he recognized Jj's smug look and Eliot turned to them before checking Rafe's gaze.

"you know them?" Eliot asked.

Rafe knew them well. they had fought for the gold of the Royal Merchant. but Rafe got shot and knocked out. he had woken up in his own blood in the cave of the Coastal Venture, just before they tried to stole the cross. they didn’t managed to because the crew stopped them. but this wasn’t over.

Rafe stared at his son. It was not the moment. he had to prove Eliot he was a good guy.

"yeah, it doesn't matter" Rafe huffed.

Eliot narrowed his eyes as he tilted his head. he was putting the small jar of product for his ears in his pocket.

“i get it you scared of them.” Eliot smiled.

Rafe turned to him, shocked that his own kid dared to provoke him like that, then he understood that Eliot was trying to manipulate him to know his little secrets. he recognised a familiar pattern without understanding it was the Cameron genes.

“you’re smart. but no. i told your mother i was a good guy now, and i'm not talking to them with you. you're too young for this" Rafe explained, determined to prove to y/n and Eliot that he was done with all of this.

Eliot rolled his eyes unconvinced, he dragged his feet to follow Rafe when a voice behind them stopped them in place.

“hey pope, do you see that? rafe cameron is doing babysitting.” JJ snickered as he made fun of them, pope snickered as he watched JJ crush his joint in front of the store.

“i hope he gets no more than 8 peer hour, just like midsummers” Jj mocks.

Pope smiles amusedly, he tries to pull JJ, aware that this stupid rivalry can go much further than petty barbs.

“no but the kook king actually working, you don’t see that every day” jj smiled.

Rafe held back from letting out a scathing comment and Eliot looked up to see Rafe inhale before running a hand under his nose, he couldn't do that. he was trying to put himself together. Rafe rolled his eyes in annoyance, Eliot turned to look at them quietly.

“what’s your problem… douche? you never had someone to wipe your tears and kiss your boo boo so now you’re jealous? you don’t have any better things to do?” Eliot spat, narrowing his eyes while looking at JJ who was struggling to contain his surprise. Pope himself tried to not laugh out loud, a smile was rising on his lips.

Rafe let out a loud laugh as he grabbed him by the shoulders, he chuckled while slapping her chest.

“okay, i had no doubts you’re my son but you can’t say the truth like this…” Rafe chuckles.

he puts an arm around Eliot’s shoulders to bring him closer. quite amused and rather proud of his son, he ran a hand through his hair.

“oooh… his son… you hear that Pope?” Jj chuckled.

Pope was trying to get him to shut up by shaking his head, “JJ let’s go, don’t do this. it’s just a kid. ".

Jj turned on his heel to follow Pope and Eliot then took a few steps towards JJ.

“right jj, listen to your babysitter, go home” Eliot shouted, Rafe put his arms around him to pull him, shocked, he barely hides his pride.

he stares with amusement at JJ coming back towards them as if to fight. Rafe pushed Eliot behind him before stepping in front of Jj as if to remind him that he will not touch a hair of this child.

“What? your ego can’t take a 12 year old putting you at your place, pogue?” Rafe spits.

Jj narrowed his eyes but Pope pulled him into the store before starting to lecture him. Eliot laughed out loud before pushing Rafe gently, amused. Rafe stared at the pogues out of the corner of his eye, promising himself not to miss them the next time he saw them.

“come on. oh my god… you can’t shut that mouth can you? just like your m-” Rafe started, Eliot pointed at him, grimacing.

“don’t talk about her again, i’ll kick you. wimp” Eliot scoffed. Rafe let out a stunned gasp as he turned to his son.

“hey! watch your mouth okay.” rafe snapped. Eliot grimaced before showing him his middle finger.

“stop saying my mom is crazy!” Eliot yelled before turning towards the parking lot. naturally, he pointed at an old and damaged van. it was a wreck, the paint was peeling off and the windshield had suffered several impacts.

“I bet they came in this piece of shit” Eliot smiled.

“stop being a baby and let’s do something” he exclaimed.

Rafe narrowed his eyes before looking at him with a tilt of his head. it was quite disturbing to act like an adulte when he was burning to follow his son in his crappy plans of vengeances.

“like what? " he asked.

Eliot pulled him into a corner of the parking lot so no one in the store could see them.

“come on let’s slash their tires." he whispered, smiling.

Rafe took a moment, surprised by the familiar glow he saw in this young man's face. it was almost unreal, he stared at it not knowing if it was a stupid test or if it was a real idea. he was dying to do this, he was thinking hard about things they could to do to bond but, actually, maybe they needed to be themselves. maybe Eliot inherited many things from Rafe… his constant will to do bad things and dangerous things. things could go wrong in a thousand of scenarios, Rafe knew it.

“it’s like looking into a mirror” rafe blurted out.

Eliot frowned as he stared at him, Rafe rolled his eyes.

“you won’t tell your mom about this?” he caved slowly.

Eliot shook his head, grimacing, a slight smile on his lips.

“maybe we can do cool stuff like this” Eliot smiled.

Rafe rolled his eyes before pulling him behind the parking lot. they walked discreetly towards the van and Rafe took a knife out of his pocket before giving it to Eliot, who was hiding behind the truck. the young boy took the knife, smiling, impressed. he looked at it from all angles, fascinated by the engravings in the metal.

Rafe nudged him to hurry up. they were crouching behind the van but rafe was still too tall, even on his knees, he was looking around, checking that no one was coming. Eliot smiled before stabbing the knife into the tire which burst. He sneered as he moved forward and gave the tire a second kick before reaching behind his back for Rafe to retrieve his knife.

Rafe took the knife in his palm and bent it before pushing his son towards their motorcycle. they hurried out of the parking lot before the pogues came back. Eliot snickered as he put on his helmet.

“that was fun” Eliot smiled, Rafe couldn’t help but agree.

Rafe had never been with anyone who gave him better ideas than his. he nodded before putting on his helmet. maybe he would get there after all. maybe he could bond with his son.

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the day had just ended and Rafe was tying the ropes to the docks as he had just arrived home. they had spent all Friday night and Saturday day at sea. Night had just fallen but Eliot was sound asleep on the sofa, exhausted after his first real fishing trip.

Rafe had taught him how to catch big fish like tiny sharks and they had fought with the fish for several minutes before finally reeling it in. Rafe couldn't wipe off the gullible and impressed smile on Eliot's face, he had fallen while pulling up the fish that was wriggling on his chest and he did a little jump when he realized that he had indeed caught a small shark. Rafe had taught him to release him gently, he had even caught him before he slipped into the ocean.

Tonight, Rafe really felt like he had moved on with Eliot. he went back to the main cabin to turn off the engine and he heard footsteps behind him, he turned to find y/n, she was wearing jogging pants and a big sweater, she was smoking a cigarette as she walked towards the cabin.

“i took off my shoes” she smiled.

Rafe sighed remembering the last time he drove her in his dad boat. he sat down in the chair.

“how was your weekend?” he asked.

y/n grimaced, she had fun of course but obviously she hadn't had as much fun without Eliot.

“great, but I missed him. how was your weekend?” she asked.

he smiled, his hand passed over his face, his eyes were already shining. he felt way too much and because he was sober now, everything was more intense. he mostly felt guilty because he had missed out on so much.

“amazing. we fished” Rafe smiled.

he smiled, inhaling deeply, she pulled out a drag and he motioned for her to come closer and sit in the seat next to him. Rafe took out a bottle of alcohol and two glasses.

“I want to know everything, how did the birth go, were you alone?” Rafe asked.

Y/n widened her eyes, a smile stretched across her lips, she walked over and sat next to him before taking the glass he handed her.

“yes but I nailed it. " she smiles. Rafe frowns as y/n breathes deeply.

“It was October and I was passing my sister's house, I was stuck in traffic and I realized I was having contractions, I gave birth in the car on the side of the road.” y/n smiled, Rafe's eyes widened as if he was hallucinating, he couldn't believe she faced this alone.

“you brought him to life while driving? " he asked. y/n shook her head slowly, a smile on her face.

“just yeah, before i pull over” she huffed before taking a sip of alcohol.

“and what, you drove yourself to the hospital?” Rafe asked, still in shock. he stared at her like she was telling ghost stories.

“yeah dude, i was already in the car, i just kept him on my chest.” she smiled.

Rafe was surprised, shocked, almost dismayed. but for her, she had no choice, she had never had anyone but herself. she was supposed to call the dad, but Rafe was missing after he left on that boat… she couldn’t find him and she didn’t want anyone near her. it was her moment with her son, just them meeting each others for the first time in that car, stopped in the side of a road, night time, the rain was pouring outside. y/n would never forget that moment. she knew it was only her and that baby now.

“and what? you knew it was a boy? and also where did you live? where do you work?”.

Rafe bombarded her with questions, he wanted to know absolutely everything about his son, about her, about this family that he dreamed of having and that he had missed.

y/n then told him that she had not wanted to know the sex of the baby and that she had discovered it in the car, just after giving birth. Rafe imagined this moment as a magical moment outside of time, she was a kind of a hero for him, he couldn't believe that she had given birth to this child alone, in a car.

she told him about living in a small studio in Kildare before moving to the mainland. She lived in New York now and for the first few years she still lived in a small studio apartment and Rafe grimaced to imagine her raising a tiny baby in a confined space.

but y/n then told him about the best years of her life, she told him how she had put this baby to sleep next to her every night, she gave him bottles sitting on the balcony on scorching summer nights, she was giving long baths in a tiny tub she had installed in the balcony while she finished her homework.

rafe couldn't believe what he was hearing, he wished he was there, at least he could have found him a bigger space to live in, or better schools, better things...

he grimaced as he imagined his son lacking anything, his heart was breaking and the idea was unbearable. Rafe ran a hand through his hair before leaning on the dashboard, leaning towards her.

“im sorry you know… you… you were right… about a lot of things. i wasn’t ready and-,” y/n took his hand, looking into his eyes.

“i know you are now” she smiled.

Rafe pouted a little, dropping his head.

“fuck i just hate that i missed ten whole years..” he growled.

“you deserved someone good to help you and he… he deserves to have a normal family. " he sighed.

she pressed her forehead against his, seeking his gaze.

“you know when I told you I never doubted you could do this? i didn’t lie, Rafe” she smiled, running a hand over his.

Rafe couldn't help but narrow his eyes as he tilted his head. how could she defend him again and again? he had never been a kind or praiseworthy person to her, he had given her a baby before disappearing into drugs and treasure hunts full of dangers and guns. she must have hated him more than anyone but she had never tried to criticize him once, she had not looked down on his path strewn with pitfalls and addictions.

“what did you see in me?” he asked.

she gave a small smile, slowly closing her eyes.

“i bet you don’t remember the night we met.” she smiled.

he tilted his head with a frown, she then nodded, straightening up, she took her glass with one hand.

“it was kelce party and he invited me. i was still a kook then and i don’t know… i was with kelce everything was too fast.", Rafe then remembered what she started to tell him.

"he acted like he couldn't hear you, yeah i do remember, that piece of shit i swear-", y/n stopped him by putting a hand on his thigh.

“you don’t remember when you beat the shit out of him and fell on your head? that’s why i was on your bed, i checked you all night” she smiled.

she then recounted how Rafe had rushed to her aid, a violent, contested and paradoxical hero, Rafe had not hesitated to throw him on the ground before kicking him in the stomach. y/n told this story with a big smile without Rafe understanding anything.

“you ignored me for years and you were almost mean sometimes and” y/n tried to explain her point but Rafe dropped his head remembering all the remarks he said about her just to humiliate her in front of his friends. he was ashamed. especially when his son reminded him. he ran his hands through his hair.

“yeah i’m sorry i was such a jerk and i’m” rafe apologized.

“yeah, but that night you didn’t care that i wasn’t a real kook and you took my side without hesitating. you were harsh, and impulsive, but you were… protective and lost. you're complicated. no one really understood you.” y/n huffed.

Rafe stared at her, shaking his head, unconvinced. he didn’t understand himself either. he still didn't understand, he was just an asshole back then. Rafe sighed before lowering his head.

“can i…why did you keep him?” Rafe asked.

y/n shrugged casually.

“i don’t know…i just knew he was going to change my life” y/n smiled.

“I’m so glad you did. i- i- where do you live now? where you work at?” he asked.

Drew Starkey by Tanguy Onakoy, 2021

drew with a porn stache was NOT on my 2023 bingo card but i am beyond grateful

russian roulette- rafe cameron

pair: rafe cameron x fem!drug-boss!reader

genre: smut & tiny teeny bit of angst maybe -> 18+ only!!

warnings: knife play, gun play, blood play, blood licking, mentions of death, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, implied sex on drugs, chocking (sexual way)…, i hope i didn’t forget anything but yeah this one here is a little bit darker

even though this is all written with the intention that it’s 100% consensual, please keep in mind that guns, knives (and indirectly drugs) are involved

words: ~5.7k

summary: a visit to his drug boss turned into a fight over control and power which can only one of them win

note: I have never written anything like this before so i hope it didn’t turn out too bad, other than that, enjoy :)

48 hours. That’s the amount of time Rafe Cameron had to come up with five thousand dollars. Sure, for someone like him, this shouldn't be a big deal but his dad cut off his money as a punishment for misusing the money he gave him for generators after the storm “Agatha'' hit the outer banks. He was broke and in deep shit. So deep, that alone the thought of time passing every second sent a cold shiver down his spine. He knew Barry wasn’t one to fuck with, no drug dealer was but it was something else, something that Barry said before Rafe left his house, that wouldn't leave his brain.

“If you’re screwing me, it’s not just me that you’re screwing, it’s her.”

Her.

Now, Rafe Cameron had never met her before but he heard the stories. Stories of cars burning in driveways, stories of boats that fail in the middle of the ocean, and even whole companies being shut down all because of her. Not a lot of people on this island have ever come across her, or maybe they have but never knew it was her. Those unlucky souls that did indeed meet her, described her as a woman made of nothing but cold beauty as if the devil made her himself. Eyes so pure and warm, a body so divine and perfect with a soul so dark and evil, even Lucifer himself would shiver if he ever looked into it.

But Rafe didn't believe these stories. How could a woman, described as barely older than him, be capable of something like that? How could someone with eyes so pure be so evil? And yet, even though he tried to convince himself, alone the thought of being exposed to her anger, sent shivers down his spine.

And yet, he found himself at the address, an unknown number texted him, as word got around that he wanted to meet her. He had to check twice if he was at the right address since he found himself in front of his step moms favorite flower shop.

He let his hand trace over his back pocket, checking if everything he might need was there before he took a deep breath and walked towards the store.

“Hello darling, what can I do for you?” An elderly woman asked as soon as he entered the shop.

“I uhmm…” He paused as he tried to remember the code word that was given to him. “I am here for hmm… black lilies.”

“Black lilies?” She asked as she raised an eyebrow.

“Yep. Black lilies.”

“Well, in that case you have to come with me, sir.” She signalized him to follow her and walked into the private area of the shop where she stopped in front of a door. She opened it with her key before signaling him to go inside. It was an old utility room, or so he thought. In reality, it was some sort of elevator that brought him down into the basement of the building.

When the door opened, he found himself in some sort of dark office. It looked comfortable, even though it had no sort of daylight. Even though the room had no windows, it smelled fresh in there, like flowers. He quickly found them on the shelf next to another door, probably coming from the flower shop above them. In the middle was a desk and behind it, sat a woman, with a glass of brown liquor in her right hand and a newspaper in the other. She was laying back in her chair with her feet resting on the desk.

“I’ve been expecting you, Rafe Cameron.” She said, without looking up at the man in front of the elevator. “Now come on darling, take a seat.” She smiled softly as she gestured to the seat on the other side of the desk. He was only now able to see her whole and they weren’t wrong. She was beautiful, probably the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, with eyes so soft he felt like he could tell her everything. Her wavy hair was falling over her shoulders gracefully, matching her silky black dress perfectly. he didn’t see much of it, since it was hidden behind her desk but it was tight, so tight that he could see the borders of what he assumed were nipple piercings, making it hard for Rafe to keep his eyes up.

“Thank you, Miss …”

“(Y/L/N).”

“(Y/L/N).” He finished.

“Now, can I offer you something to drink, Mr. Cameron?” She asked, with a smile so beautiful, one could easily forget who she was.

“I’m good, thank you.”

“So whiskey or vodka? I also got rum but you don’t seem like a rum type of person.”

“Whiskey.” He answered shortly.

She nodded and poured him a drink. He took the time she was distracted to look around her office a little bit more, trying to figure out if she could have any weapons hidden but there was one thing he’d noticed immediately, since the second he entered that office.

“So… are you alone down here?” He asked, trying to hide the slight shakiness in his voice.

She looked at him in disbelief before handing him his drink. “That’s not a subtle way to find out if it’s just the two of us, Mr. Cameron.”

“Oh god, no I… I just thought that maybe you’d have some security or something.”

“See darling, if I’ve learned one thing during my few years in this business, it’s to not trust anyone else with my safety, except myself. She scoffed. “But why are you asking? Are your intentions not as pure as I thought they were?” She asked carefully, her eyes never leaving him.

Her gaze burned right through him, causing him to shit around in his seat. “Oh no, they are as pure as they can be.” He spoke, his voice a little bit shakier than he intended to be and his eyes not leaving the desk in front of him, as he desperately tried to avoid hers. He was nervous and she knew it.

“Hmmm.” She purred as she swung her legs from the table in order to position herself closer to him. He now looked around the room, pretending like he was just waiting for a response when he suddenly felt a cold material against his skin, gently pushing his face up. He didn't need to look to know what it was, he knew exactly what the barrel of a gun felt like. He swallowed at the realization, now slowly looking up into her eyes. What once seemed so warm and welcoming once, now turned ice cold. “Then tell me, pretty boy, why aren’t you able to look me in the eyes? You haven't once since you arrived here, only staring when I wasn’t looking. Such a shame actually, you have such pretty eyes.”

“I…” He wanted to say something but it was like the words suddenly left his brain, but even if he had known what to say, he wouldn’t have gotten any word out due to his throat turning dry as dust.

“Shht it’s okay, darling, I knew about that gun in your back pocket since the moment you got here. You should learn how to hide it better. Now tell me, why did you want to meet?” She smirked, “And before you answer, slowly put your gun up here and leave your hands on the table. Don’t bother lying sweetheart, I’ll know.” Her voice turned dark now, nothing like the sweet sound from when he first got there.

“Fine.” He growled, as he reached into his back pocket and did as he was told. She pushed the gun aside with a grin, her eyes still not leaving him for a second. “I owe you money, a lot actually, and-”

“And you wanted to ask for more time?” She let out a soft laugh.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend like you didn’t know that already.” The boy scoffed and it was as if something shifted in him. “Now you have my hands and my gun, what about you putting that thing away so we can have a civilized conversation.”

“So, so many demands, one could think you’re the one charge.”

“Oh no ma'am, we all know you are.” He smirked, a dark sparkle in his light eyes.

She was surprised at his sudden confidence but impressed enough to put the gun away. “So you came here, only to tell me that you have no money?” She chuckled. “That’s bold.”

“I thought maybe I could do something else for you, to pay my debt.” The young man proposed, causing the girl to raise an eye. “A job, of course.” He added quickly as he realized how his proposal sounded at first. Even though he would have lied to himself if he said he wouldn’t be open to that as well.

“And what job do you have in mind, Mr. Cameron?” She asked as she leaned forward, crossing her arms under her chest. “What could you possibly do for me that would cover your debt?”

“You tell me.” He smirked confidently. “You’re the boss, aren't you?” Now it was him that moved closer to her. It was hard to tell for either of them where this newfound confidence came from when his heart was in his boots only moments ago. But there was something else Rafe was feeling, a feeling that came up every time she laid her eyes on him. He was smitten by her beauty and her power and he didn’t want to admit it but he was impressed. How did she manage to climb that ladder up so high, in a business that was dominated by middle-aged men?

“Right… You know, I might actually have a job for you.”

“Continue…”

She told him about how she needed a driver for her next shipment since her regular one got into an accident. It was an easy job and would pay way more than he owed her. He was in immediately, no further questions asked. She was about to explain the details when her phone started ringing.

“Excuse me.” She mumbled as she grabbed her phone and disappeared into the next room.

While she was gone, Rafe used the time to look around when his eyes fell on the leftovers of some white powder next to her glass. He wasn’t craving anything right now, but he knew he’d be later.

Rafe also knew it was a bad idea from the moment he got it but he knew how the withdrawal would feel like, he had to go through it way too often before. So he got up and carefully looked around, trying to find any sign of her coming back but he could still hear her cussing around in the other room in a language that he assumed was Spanish. It made sense since he knew she had contacts in Middle and South America.

He walked around the desk, trying not to make a sound until he was standing next to her empty chair. He tried to open the drawers but none of them would open except for one. He carefully opened it and there it was, a tiny bag of white powder.

He thought about it for another moment, knowing this would probably be the stupidest thing he ever did, even worse than buying that bike from the generator money, but then, when the addiction hit, no one was able to think rationally, and Rafe Cameron the least.

He took the bag and quietly closed the drawer, again, trying not to make any alarming noises. He took his gun and shoved the bag into his pocket before letting himself fall back into the seat, as he waited for her to come back.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, someone messed up my last shipment and now they’ve got the cops investigating.” She explained as she entered the room. Her eyes immediately traveled to the missing gun on the table, but she chose to let it go.

“I’m sorry to hear that ma’am.”

“Oh don’t worry about it, it will resolve itself on its own soon.” She smirked confidently as if she had a backup plan for something like this all along.

“I’m afraid I have to leave now…” Rafe stumbled, trying to contain his voice from becoming all shaky again but it was hard considering he just robbed a drug boss. “Can you… can you text me the details?”

“Sure.” She answered, with a smile on her face that was way too soft and friendly for his liking.

He got up and reached out to shake her hand, which she returned. “Then…thank you for giving me this chance and I promise I won’t disappoint.” He mumbled more than actually speak.

“Oh, you won’t.” She smirked and got closer to him, dangerously closer to him.

He gave her a stern and a rather uncomfortable nod before he turned around on his heels, dying to get out of there as soon as possible. He thought he did it when he suddenly felt the cold metal of a gun pressed against his head. He closed his eyes at the feeling, trying to stay calm because he knew doing that was his best and probably the only option.

“Did you really think I would just let you walk away after you stole from me?” She whispered into his ear, followed by a soft laugh. “You are dumber than I thought.”

“If you shoot me, you will never see your money.” He spoke quietly.

“You think I’m relying on your money?” She chuckled. “Sweetheart, I'd buy myself a new pair of heels from the money you owe me.” He took a deep breath, trying to think of what to do next. He still had his gun in his back pocket but she was standing so close to him, he was sure that she even felt it against her leg. “Now put your hands up, pretty boy.”

He did as told and slowly turned around, now looking directly into her stone-cold eyes. He tried to keep cool but his heart was pounding like it never had before. He was scared, obviously but there was also something about this scenario that turned him on. Maybe it was the intoxicating smell of her perfume, maybe it was the way her eyes flickered when she scanned him upside down, or maybe it was the way her dress hugged her body so perfectly like it was made just for her, revealing just the perfect amount of skin but not too much. He knew he shouldn't feel that way, she was dangerous, she was a killer and soon she would have his blood on her hands but if she was so bad, then why was he so down for her?

He tried to hide it but she saw the fear in his eyes. He was terrified and she thought it was adorable. She didn’t lie earlier, she never lied, he did have pretty eyes and if she wasn't careful she might have lost herself in them. She had trouble admitting it to herself but she was intrigued. How could such a pretty boy, coming from one of the richest families on the island get himself in so much trouble? Stealing from her? Especially after she was so gracious and offered him a job to pay his debt? She knew what she had to do, she had to keep up her reputation after all but if she knew what to do then why wasn’t he dead on the floor already? Why was he still standing in front of her? If she knew what to do then why wasn’t he on his knees, pleading for his damn life? If she knew what to do then why was she still standing there, thinking about the taste of his lips on hers?

He got closer to her and bit his lips while his eyes flickered from hers down to her lips. He was close, his lips almost touching hers and his breath so hot against her skin it always felt like he could burn her. She was the one with her finger against the trigger and yet her heart beat so fast, she thought it might explode.

“So what, you gonna shoot me now?” He whispered.

“You know I have to. You stole from me.”

“Hm.” He chuckled softly against her lips. “Then do it, sweetheart, shoot me.”

She closed her eyes, preparing to pull the trigger when she suddenly felt his lips on hers. The kiss was slow and shaky at first, considering he still had a gun to his head but it quickly turned into something hungry and passionate. She leaned into it as she pushed him against the wall behind them. She could feel him smirking against her lips as his hand wandered over her hips until it landed on her ass. She tried to stay focused, careful not to lose control with her gun still pressed onto his head, signaling him one wrong move and it could all be over. But she couldn't keep her focus for long, as his kisses got more intense each second and his hand movements became bolder with each kiss. It was as if he forgot about his situation, or as if he just stopped caring. She was about to forget it herself when he suddenly swung her around, making her drop the gun at the harsh impact against the wall. She wanted to do something about it but got quickly stopped by a clicking sound and the feeling of cold metal against her head.

She swallowed at the sudden change of situation, knowing he was in control now. She silently cursed at herself for not taking his gun away when she stopped him in front of the elevator but maybe some part of her knew what they were doing when she chose to ignore it.

“You dropped something, princess.” He smirked, knowing god damn well he won this round. “I’m in charge now.”

“Looks like it.” She whispered as she bit her lip. “Then tell me, pretty boy, what happens next?”

(Y/N) would lie if she said she didn’t like how the tables have turned. She would lie if she said it didn’t drive her crazy how he tricked her into losing her focus. She would lie when she said it didn’t make her even hornier than before and the pool in her thong proved it.

She could regain control of the situation with ease and he would be stupid if he thought otherwise. (Y/N) knew what she was doing, and she knew to never rely on solely one weapon, she knew better than that.

Coward. She thought to herself after she didn’t get any response. She leaned in and started kissing his neck to take matters into her own hand. She knew what she had to do and his lack of anticipation only made it easier for her. Or so she thought.

“Wanna make you feel good.” She breathed into his ear as she gently dug her teeth into his soft skin. “Please.”

“But what gentleman would I be if I wouldn't make sure you’re satisfied first?” He smiled. “Rafe Cameron always makes sure his girl is satisfied first.”

She swallowed at the realization that he saw right through her. Because Rafe knew better than to trust her. “Now head back against the wall, princess.” He grinned. “And don’t move.”

She did as she was told and leaned back. He leaned in and started placing wet kisses on her neck before traveling back to her lips where his tongue quickly gained control of her mouth. His one finger was still on the trigger, his other hand went down and slowly crawled under the dress where he was met with the sharp end of a pocket knife. He laughed at the pain, knowing he was right.

“Hm, would you look at that?” He grinned as he pulled it out from beneath her dress, blood dripping down his hand. “Look what you did to me, baby.” He didn't expect an answer and he didn’t get one. All he got was a wicked smirk on her lips and a look so evil, he could have sworn his heart stopped for a second. She slowly reached for his hand, never breaking eye contact as she put his fingers into her mouth, careful not to cut herself with the knife still in his hands. She sucked off every single drop of blood before releasing his fingers.

“Took care of it, didn’t I?”

He chuckled at the realization of what just happened before leaning back in. The kiss was hungrier now, as his tongue traced her mouth, making him taste his blood on her tongue. He put the gun back into his pocket, knowing it would be easier if he focused on one weapon at a time.

She could feel the sharp blade tracing over her skin as he cut off her thong with one quick cut. She whined at the pain as the knife cut her skin, causing Rafe to giggle. “What? Did I hurt you, sweetheart?” He asked with a tone of fake concern in his voice.

“Just a tickle.”

“Hmmm.” He mourned against her skin as he let his tongue travel over her skin, cleaning up the blood trail the knife caused. “So sweet.”

She gasped at the burning pain when his saliva met her wound but let her head fall back against the wall, as his tongue swirled through her folds and sweet moans escaped her mouth. This man knew exactly what he was doing as he let the tip of his tongue trace over her clit before slamming it back inside. He still held the knife in his one hand, ready just in case she got any stupid ideas but his other hand was free to support his tongue. She held up her leg and laid it onto his shoulder, giving him not only more space to work his wonders but also giving her control over his movements. Because even if Rafe thought he had all the power, (Y/N) would never give up complete control.

She tried to keep quiet at first, not wanting Rafe to know how much she loved this but he saw how wet she was before and he could feel her walls tighten around his tongue, knowing she was close.

“Don’t try to hide your pretty voice from me darling, let me hear you.” He muffled against her pussy, sending vibrations through her body that only brought her closer to the edge.

“Don’t… don’t stop!” She whimpered between her moans.

And he didn’t stop. He kept going faster and deeper until her screams filled the room and he was pretty sure the lady from above could hear them. He helped her ride out her orgasm and licked it all clean afterward, looking like a little boy who just got his first ice cream.

“Now, on your knees.” He demanded as he let his pants slip down his legs, revealing his cock in front of her. She smirked at the sight, disappointed that her plan didn't work earlier but still hungry for him.

She opened up as she let the tip of his length slide over her tongue, the taste of precum traveling through her mouth. He still had the knife in his hand but her movements ripped him out of reality and forced him to forget his environment, only focusing on the touch of her tongue on his skin. (Y/N) knew exactly what she was doing, her tongue tracing over his cock as if it was programmed to do just this and nothing else.

She looked up at him with innocent eyes but he could see an evil sparkle shining right back at him.

It didn’t take long until he was falling apart inside her but she took it all as he did before. He was so wrapped up in the feeling of euphoria that he hadn’t noticed and before he knew she was standing right in front of him with the knife under his chin. As he slowly came to realize what just happened, he tried to carefully reach into his back pocket but he was met with nothing.

“You looking for this, pretty boy?” She smirked devilishly, as she let the small gun spin through her fingers.

He swallowed, knowing that she had it all and he had indeed nothing. “What now, princess? Gonna kill me now?” He got closer to her, completely ignoring the sharp pain of the knife that started to bury itself into his skin. “Do it. Do it baby but we both know that we’re not quite finished yet.” He whispered against her skin, sending a cold shiver down her spine.

She knew she could end it now, end it and she would win. But then she would never know how he would feel inside of her. She would never know how it feels to have him thrusting against her g-spot or how it would feel to be skin-to-skin with his naked body.

“You’re hesitating.” He stated, with narrowed eyes as if he was about to realize something. He chuckled softly, before slowly taking her wrist and moving it away from his throat. “You can let go, sweetheart, I'm not going to run from you.”

He was right, she was hesitating. She didn't know why, she never hesitated before but there was something about him, that made her question herself. Maybe it were his looks, but she had encountered many pretty men before and none made her feel the way he did. No, it weren't his looks. Then she thought, maybe it was cockiness, even though he was scared, he didn't hold back. Maybe it was that, mixed with the fact, that he challenged her, something no one managed to do before him.

She looked up at him, debating whether she should trust him or not. He gently let his hand slide through her hair as he pulled away loose strands and tugged them behind her ear and for a second, he could’ve sworn there was a softness in her eyes that he had never seen before. “I don’t…” She tried to say but she was too distracted. Too distracted by his hand in her hair and his other on her wrist and too distracted by his scent that blew through her nose, intoxicating all her senses.

“Shhh.” He whispered, with his finger now on her lips. “You don’t have to say anything, darling.” He smiled. “Just relax.”

She looked at him, his eyes full of warmth, something that she hasn’t seen too often before. It felt as if he genuinely liked her as if genuinely cared but then who was she fooling, he probably just wanted to distract her into giving in to him once again. And it worked. The moment his lips touched hers she lost. The kiss was slow, not as hungry and passionate as before, as if he tried to calm her down. As if he could feel how fast her heart beat in her chest, how nervous she became with every second. He gently pushed her back against the table, hoping she’d let go of the weapons in her hands but she held steady. He had her but she was still the one in control and he hated that. His mouth wandered to her neck where he traced his tongue up to her ear, gently nibbling around her earlobe.

“Hop up baby.” He breathed into her, causing her to moan out at the tickling feeling in her ear.

The feeling shot through her whole body as she lost control of any power circling through her hands. She lost the feeling of metal against her skin but she didn’t notice, not even the klirr as the gun met the ground beneath her. All she felt was his hot breath against her skin and his erection against her cunt, and she lost sight of everything around her.

She did as told and hopped up on her desk. Rafe let go of her wrist and held up his arms, so she could pull off his shirt. She laid the knife beside her and pushed the fabric of his shoulders while he pushed his boxers down his legs completely. He then pushed her dress away under her ass until he could pull it off her body. He stopped for a second, completely hypnotized by the beauty of her body. The tattoos that marked her skin, a thin, red dragon that made its way up her rips in the right side of her body, a black rose under her left boob and many other small ones such as a date under her right boob. But the one that caught his attention the most was a snake, just between her tits. Thin, black lines with red details crawled their way up her sternum. It only took over a small part of her body, and yet it looked incredibly majestic.

She watched him as he mustered her body, probably thinking about what each of the pictures on her skin meant. He gently let his hand travel over her skin until his thumbs reached her nipples. He carefully slid over the cold metal of her piercings, causing her to get goosebumps all over her skin.

“You’re beautiful.” He smiled softly. “Now lay down for me princess.”

She swung her leg over the table, accidentally pushing off their glasses from before. She winced at the sound of the glass breaking but quickly calmed down as Rafe hopped on right behind her, now sitting on top of her. His lips not even inches away from hers, he let his finger slide over her skin until he reached her clit. He gently massaged her until he slid inside, making sure she was ready for him.

“Please…” She whimpered, but he pulled out his fingers and placed them in her mouth, making her taste herself.

“Patience darling.” He whispered against her lips, “You want me inside of you but I don’t even know your name.”

He was right, she had only told him her last name. Only very close people to her knew her first name and Rafe Cameron, was so far away from close, and yet he was the one she felt the closest to she had felt in a very long time.

“(Y/N)…” She breathed against his skin, “It’s… It’s (Y/N)”

“How pretty. Now, are you gonna be a good girl for me (Y/N)?” He smiled at her nod and gently pushed himself inside her. She was indeed ready for him as he didn’t even need to use his fingers for help.

They both moaned out in sync at the feeling of him inside her. He took her hand and buried his inside, while his other hand went to her throat. She let out a quiet moan at the pressure against it, and let her hand travel through his hair, pulling him down into her lips.

While she dominated his mouth, he had control of his movements. It was as if they were made for each other, his tip perfectly reaching her spot every time he thrust into her walls hugging him so tight as if they never wanted to let him go again.

“You’re so tight, baby girl…” He breathed out, “So perfect for me.”

She wrapped her legs around his back, losing one of her heels in the process. She pushed him even closer into her, almost screaming at the feeling as he thrust into her even stronger. Her walls tightened around him, he knew she was close but he didn’t want it to end yet, no he wanted this to last forever.

“Rafe…” She whimpered, tears in her eyes as he pushed her closer to her breaking point.

“Hold on baby girl, hold on for me.” He whispered as he leaned in for another kissing session. His one hand united with hers, his other leaving choking marks on her neck while her nails traced red lines over his back, so that everyone knew who he belonged to. Her.

She had never felt this sort of connection before, sure he messed up, he had bad intentions the second he entered her office but she couldn’t help it. He had her wrapped around his finger and they both knew it. Maybe it was his smile, maybe it was the way his scent intoxicated her thoughts or maybe it was just the drugs but at this moment she would’ve done everything for him and (Y/N) was never one to fall for anyone.

“Faster baby.” She whimpered between the kisses, a wish he was only happy to grant.

He sped up his pace causing her to scream out his name. “Music to my ears.” He chuckled. He then went even faster as his orgasm started to build up as well.

“Hm can’t hold it anymore…” She cried out, a tear streaming down her face. “Please…”

"Then come for me, pretty girl." He thrust into her harder and mercilessly as her walls tightened around him and they both let out moans and screams of pleasure as they reached their breaking points.

She had her eyes closed, as she tried to recover from her high, a soft smile on her lips. He took that picture in for a second, her makeup all messed up from her tears. It was a beautiful sight and he wished he would never have to look at something different but he also knew what he had to do.

She was about to open her eyes and say something when she felt cold and sharp metal pressed against her throat. She opened her eyes back up and looked at his, eyes dark but with a hint of sorrow buried inside of them.

“Hm.” She laughed. “Of course.” She tried to stay cool but he saw the tears forming in her eyes.

He was still sitting on her, pressing her body down on and cornering her between himself and the cold table beneath them. There was no way for her to turn this around and they both knew it.

He made her give up her weapons and she trusted him. She let down her guard, something that she had never done with anyone before and now she had to pay the price.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered into her ear as he leaned down. “But we both knew this could only end in two ways.” He paused, leaning back to look into her eyes, gently wiping away the tear rolling out of her beautiful eye. “And… and it seems like I won.”

“Seems like you did.” She whispered before closing her eyes and accepting whatever fate it was that Rafe Cameron had for her.

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