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rafe plays college hockey (headcanon)
for all y’all who requested college hockey rafe. i’m just tryna manifest something over here.
warning: cursing, drinking. the sunnypogue special.
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country club killer.
pairings. rafe cameron x fem!reader
about. rafe is leaving, and he feels he owes it to you to let you know
warnings. swearing and angst
ricky rocks. fat crush on rafe cameron 😻
“hey, sweetheart,” a hand lightly clamped down on your shoulder, taking you by surprised as you turned, seeing rafe and relaxing with a soft smile that he always loved so much.
“country club,” you smirked, “it’s been awhile.”
“miss me?”
you rolled you’re eyes. of course you did, but you couldn’t say it. it wasn’t apart of the game, the taunting and teasing. admitting you missed his company and pretty face would be a humiliation of losing.. and you didn’t like losing.
“never.”
he scoffed lightly, shaking his head as he slowly eased into the seat next to you at your place at the bar. you were holding a glass of water that could be easily mistaken for straight vodka.. which is said because rafe did mistake it for the toxic drink when clasping the glass from your grip and sipping it lightly. he narrowed his brows in surprisal, questioning you as you watched him with a twinge of amusement.
“i’m cutting back.”
“oh really?”
“yeah.”
“didn’t know you were a quitter all of a sudden.”
“shut up,” you shook your head, turning your head back to the tv hinged high on the wall playing a tennis match.
he smiled, squeezing your shoulder before rubbing your back. he was hesitant about touching you when arriving and almost wanting to refrain from it, but he couldn’t help himself; grazing his fingers over the skin that was slightly exposed from your lower back underneath your tight green tank top.
you eased in it, almost leaning into his warm touch of grazing his knuckles against your already hot skin, but also sending chills up your spine from the metal ring he always wore.
“you play today?”
“mhm.”
“did you win?”
“mhm.”
“why’re you cutting back?”
your eyes diverted from the television, gazing over to the glass cup that sat between you and rafe, almost empty, “i kind of blacked out and ended up somewhere i had never been to.. before.”
he shook his head, continuing to rub your back, “you didn’t call me?”
“i don’t have your number, country club.”
“yes, you do.”
you shook your head, eyebrows slightly quirked.
“why wouldn’t you have my number?”
“you never gave it to me.”
rafe knew he didn’t. there was a reason why.
“how’d you get home?”
“topper.”
he hummed in reply, of course, “you shouldn’t be stupid.”
“and what, be more like you?” you arched your brow and he paused with caressing your skin, “the last time i checked, you were spending all of daddy’s money on coke.”
“don’t.”
“don’t what?”
“don’t be a brat.”
you smirked.
it was silent again and your eyes were back on the tv while his analyzed the side of your face intently, memorizing it.
“you’re being creepy, country club.”
he hummed.
“why’re you being weird.”
“what do you mean?”
“usually.. we’re fucking or at your house, but right now you’re doing a terrible job at attempting to make small talk.”
there’s a long silence and you almost swear you made him mad by the way he looks away from you and at the ground. but he isn’t, he doesn’t growl nor whisper a pointless insult or threat in your ear, he doesn’t do anything but stay silent.
and it worries you.
“y/n,” he presses his lips into a thin line, “i cant see you anymore.”
“what?”
“i cant see you anymore. i’m going away and i don’t know when i’ll be back,” he avoids your stare, “i don’t think i am coming back.”
“what, rafe, why?” your chest tightens and you feel as if you’re going to have a melt down, you didn’t know why. “what do you mean you’re leaving?”
he looks up for a split second, enough time to recognize the hurt beginning to swarm your eyes, “something.. something bad happened or not really bad but- somethings come up and i have to leave.. with wheezie and rose.”
your body was now fully averted to face rafe as you were stunned and taken aback, not knowing how to consume this information.
you weren’t sure why you felt this way. why you felt as if someone had dropped a million pounds on your stomach and it was getting hard to breathe from the lump forming in your throat. you knew you had some feelings for rafe, just not so much to the point someone could mistake you as love sick at this point.
“why?”
“hm?”
“rafe,” you paused, thinking of what you could say and you truly didn’t know, but you stopped yourself from saying anything stupid or anything that would clue that you cared a lot more than you should. you slowly stood, clasping his bicep lightly, “good luck, country club.”
you pressed a kiss on the side of his cheek before walking away, holding your breath from any noises that would indicated the pain you felt in your chest from it shattering.
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