Multifandom X Reader Stories

"And I don't know if I like that." Rafe Cameron

The party was in full swing, the bass thrumming through the sand and the moon casting a silvery glow over the scene. Rafe leaned against a post, watching you laugh with Kie and Sarah. He'd been showing up to Pogue hangouts more often, claiming it was all to "keep an eye on Sarah." But everyone else could see through that—especially the way he looked at you. You were oblivious, though, too focused on your friends and too busy throwing yourself into whatever adventure was next to notice his lingering gaze or the way he'd gravitate toward wherever you were.

The night wore on, and after a while, Rafe wandered off to catch up with some of his old crew, and the guys went to find drinks. Left alone, you, Kie, and Sarah decided to hit the makeshift dance floor, laughing and swaying to the music.

But the good vibes didn't last. Before long, a few Kook girls approached, their smiles too sweet to be genuine. At first, it was just snide remarks about Kie's clothes and her "Pogue" status, the usual jabs you'd all learned to ignore. But then one of them crossed a line, bringing up Kie's family and making jabs about her dad.

You'd overheard it, freezing for a moment as the words sank in. Then, with a slow, sarcastic grin, you turned to face the girl, crossing your arms. "Sorry, didn't quite catch that. Mind repeating it?"

The girl, clearly not expecting you to challenge her, hesitated before stepping forward, her smirk growing bolder. "I said, it makes sense Kie acts so low-class—just look at her family. Nothing but—"

Before she could finish, your fist collided with her jaw, the satisfying crack echoing over the music. She stumbled back, falling hard into the sand, her friends' gasps filling the air. You straightened up, a deadly calm in your stance as her friends closed in, four against one. Sarah rushed forward, and Kie looked torn, her fists clenching and unclenching, but you lifted a hand, signaling them to stay back.

"I got this," you muttered, and without another word, you threw yourself into the fray.

It wasn't pretty, but you held your ground, moving with a fierce, unyielding determination that made the Kook girls falter. They'd expected you to back down or give up, but instead, you kept fighting, delivering blow after blow until they started to stagger, retreating with bruised pride and more than a few bruises of their own.

The first girl's boyfriend, who'd watched from the sidelines, stormed over, fury in his eyes as he squared up to you, towering over you in an attempt to intimidate. But you didn't flinch, your chin lifted defiantly as you stared him down, ready to swing.

Before you could, though, someone stepped in front of you, blocking you from him. Rafe.

"Back off, man," Rafe growled, his tone low and dangerous as he glared at the guy. "Or you'll regret it."

The boyfriend muttered something under his breath and stormed off, dragging the girls with him. As the commotion died down, you looked up at Rafe, surprised at his sudden appearance and the protectiveness in his eyes.

Without a word, he took your hand, gently pulling you away from the crowd, finding a quiet spot just beyond the reach of the party lights. Once he stopped, he turned to you, his eyes scanning over you, checking for any scrapes or bruises with an intensity that made your heart skip.

"You okay?" he asked softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, still catching your breath, but couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. "They started it," you said, shrugging, but Rafe's gaze didn't waver, his eyes warm with admiration.

A small smirk played on his lips as he tilted his head. "You know, you're kinda like a mini-me," he said, a hint of pride in his tone. "And I don't know if I like that."

For a second, you were speechless. Rafe Cameron wasn't exactly known for compliments, but the way he was looking at you right now, like he was seeing you for the first time... it made you feel bold in a whole new way.

With an honest smile, you looked back at him, a softness in your eyes. "Guess that makes you the bad influence here, huh?"

His smirk turned into a full grin, his fingers brushing yours as he took a step closer. The space between you seemed to shrink, the party fading into the background as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I think I could get used to that."

You spent the rest of the night together, his arm draped over your shoulders, the two of you talking, laughing, and sharing little glances that said more than words ever could. And for the first time, you let yourself wonder if maybe, just maybe, he'd been hanging around the Pogues for a reason that had nothing to do with Sarah—and everything to do with you.