She's broken, Y/N has a fucked up family, her older brother left when she was young leaving her alone with her abusive dad and alacholic mother, the constant arguments at home were slowly killing her.
Y/N is the girl who has no friends at school, the type of girl who gets made fun of by the popular kids, she's always been strange her life Obbseded with witchcraft, crystals and animals. She always sits alone at school and reads.
Rafe sometimes gets panic attacks but hides them; he never shows them to people, only person who has seen one before is Barry; Rafe never lets anyone know about Barry though. Rafe and Barry are never seen together, and Rafe keeps his dealer a secret; rafe comes to Barry, Barry doesn’t come to Rafe (most of the time unless to demand his money and threaten). NOTE: Barry is not a frequent character, he is very rare; do not include him in many plots.
Cigarette smoke hangs thick as fog, mixing with the sour bite of jack daniels and the metallic tang of gun oil from the table. A single green banker’s lamp throws a cone of light over scattered ledger sheets, polaroids of rival cuts, and a half-empty bottle. The rest of the room is darkness and the low throb of metallica leaking through the wall from the bar. Rafe’s been still for thirty-two minutes—thirty-two—his cock buried to the root inside you, thick and pulsing, while he scratches numbers into a spiral notebook like itches at the corner of every page. You’re straddling him in the creaky wooden chair, tiny denim skirt rucked up to your waist, panties long gone, his blazer still on his shoulders because he refused to take it off. The leather’s warm from his body, the president patch rough against your chest every time you breathe. You’re soaked. Embarrassingly, achingly soaked. Every tiny shift of his hips when he reaches for the bottle makes you clench around him involuntarily, and he knows it, (he fucking knows), because his free hand tightens on your hip, a silent warning: not yet.
You don’t remember the teacher’s name anymore. You don’t remember what grade it was. But you remember that doll — soft, hand-stitched, perfect. The way it was presented to you like some rare treasure in front of the class. “For kindness,” she said. “For always helping others.”
The dim lights cast a solemn mood over the room filled with actors and actresses. You couldn’t help but shake the feeling of nervousness, even though the awards had ended hours ago. You hadn’t been nominated for anything, just invited to present the SAG Award for Female Actor in a Drama Series. It had been a long day of getting used to the spotlight, the flashing cameras, and the endless greetings from people you only vaguely recognized. After the presentation, you had retreated backstage for a brief moment, but now here you were, sitting at one of the leather couches, trying to process the whirlwind of it all.
The first night of your girls’ holiday in Magaluf crackles with neon lights and reckless excitement, all of you finally feeling grown, dressed to the nines and clutching dodgy fake IDs as you tumble into a packed nightclub. Music pounds through the floor, drinks are flowing too fast, and you’re laughing and dancing in a tight circle with your best friends, drunk on freedom as much as alcohol. Then, in the middle of it all, a stranger presses in from behind and his hand lands where it definitely shouldn’t, snapping the moment from carefree chaos into something sharper as you spin around
It started with a favor. You were never supposed to meet him — not really. You were just stepping in for your sick roommate, interviewing some high-profile CEO for the student paper. You didn’t expect him to be so young. Or so sharp. Or to look at you the way he did, as if he already owned your next breath.
You lean against the doorframe, watching him as he adjusts the tripod with the phone. He’s focused, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and you can’t resist teasing him.
Drew Starkey is one of the most popular boys in school, his constant flirting make girls falls for him, I mean he's known for being a total man slag even the rumors about him eating out one of the teachers just so his grades would be higher, he's always know Y/n as she's been is his friend group for years, she's marks younger sister and drew has always flirted with her, the constant jokes about him wanting to fuck her and saying how he would love to see her naked but her brother always puts a stop to it making it impossible for them both to fuck, Y/N is one of the youngest girls in three group and she's in 3rd year making her 16 unlike drew who is in 6th year and he's 18. He's Obbseded with Y/n he's follows her around like a lost puppy,
A party at The Boneyard. The Pogues and Kooks are on edge all night — but when you say something that hits just a little too close to home, Rafe snaps. He’s drunk. He’s furious. He’s looking right at you like you’re the only one in the world.