[bambirafe]

23. MDNI. she/her. sporadic writer. masterlist

[bambirafe]

hi baddies

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18 Holes Too Many… 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮

𝒟𝒶𝒹!𝑅𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝓍 𝒲𝒾𝒻𝑒!𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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c/w ᝰ.ᐟ backward hat!rafe + your anklet on his shoulder™️, unprotected p in v, poolside sex, w.a.m., language, pet names (baby, pretty, my girl + no y/n), obsessed husband!rafe, kelce + top catching strays, rafe’s grumpy as hell + rafe is down catastrophically bad per usual ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

“Hell no.”

Topper pauses halfway through reaching for his ball marker and looks over. “What?”

Rafe points at him fast. “I know what you’re gonna ask. Fuck off.”

Topper stares at him for a second before a laugh escapes. “Jesus Christ, dude.”

Beside him, Kelce just shakes his head, snickering under his breath while he crouches to line up his putt. The ball sits a few feet from the hole and he’s still smiling when he lines up his putter behind it.

“We haven’t even said anything yet.”

“Don’t need you to.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna ask.”

“Yes I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You were gonna ask if I wanted to grab a drink after this.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Topper asks, lifting an eyebrow at Rafe like he’s officially lost his mind.

“You don’t want an answer to that, Top.”

He hooks a finger beneath the sleeve of his golf polo and rolls it a little higher on his bicep, adjusting the fabric before dragging the back of his hand across his forehead. The UV index has to be somewhere around ten and he feels every bit of it.

“The only reason I’m out here is because she said it’d be good for me.”

Topper snorts and Kelce’s chip barely makes it out of the sandpit.

“And you’ve been thinkin’ about leaving since hole one,” Topper chuckles, shaking his head.

“Hole one? That’s insulting,” Rafe breathes.

“Sorry, hole four—”

“Parking lot,” Rafe cuts him off. “I was thinkin’ that since the parking lot, Top.”

But even that’s a lie. He was thinking that the moment that he watched you wave to him over your shoulder before you stepped outside—that little string bikini peeking out of the top of your shorts, tormenting him beyond belief.

Ever since then he’s been crossing holes off in his head like an advent calendar from his own personal hell.

“He’s not even listening,” Kelce teases.

Rafe looks over at him, blinking slowly a few times with his lips pursed and his hands resting on his hips.

“‘Course I’m not.”

“Unbelievable,” Topper sighs. “I was just telling Kelce we could do another eighteen holes—”

Rafe can’t even contain his disgust—wincing, brows pinched tight, nostrils flared with a side eye dripping with judgment.

“We’re not inviting you, Cameron. Calm the fuck down,” he blurts.

Ding! Rafe’s hand moves, diving for his pocket like someone challenged him to a goddamn duel.

Kelce drops the head of his putter against the grass, shaking his head judgmentally. Rafe rolls his eyes, unlocking his phone without a shred of shame.

“You’ve got a problem,” Topper says.

“A legitimate fucking problem,” Kelce adds.

“I can’t help that neither of you like your wives,” Rafe mutters and both of their mouths hang open in disgust. “Whatever,” he says, sounding so genuinely unbothered. ‘Cause he is.

Then he looks down at the screen and suddenly nothing else matters.

You’re stretched out across one of the lounge chairs beside the pool with a book propped open. The afternoon sun reflects off your skin. The book covers half your face, but that isn’t helping him concentrate because the rest of you is impossible to miss—the soft swells of your breasts pressed against the pool chair, the curve of your ass, just a taste of your thighs. Your feet are crossed, the little anklet he bought you glittering in the North Carolina sun.

“Look at him,” Topper says, nudging Kelce with his elbow.

“Not a single thought in that head,” Kelce adds as he steps forward and rests his putter behind the ball, taking his time while he studies the break.

The green goes quiet for a second while everybody waits for him to hit it. Before he can even pull the putter back, Rafe steps directly into his line and sinks his putt without hesitation.

Topper starts barking out a laugh and Kelce stares at him in complete disbelief as his ball rolls toward the hole. “You are such a prick,” Kelce says.

“We’re done.”

“We are absolutely not done.”

“This feels done,” Rafe answers, bending down to grab his ball, starting toward the flag before the argument is even over, Kelce’s ball still rolling toward the cup.

“You’re unbelievable, Cameron—”

Rafe cuts off Kelce’s critique, kicking the ball, sending it careening away. “It was gonna hook left anyway,” Rafe says over his shoulder, digging his keys out of his pocket, heading toward the parking lot as the two bitch behind him. “You two suck at golf, by the way,” Rafe calls back.

“Fuck you, Rafe,” Kelce laughs weakly, walking toward his ball.

“Short game’s terrible.”

“Rafe!” Topper calls but he flicks him off in response.

“Don’t even get me started on you, Top. You read greens like an eighty-year-old man with cataracts, fucking useless.”

“Jesus Christ,” Topper gasps.

Rafe doesn’t even bother organizing his clubs when he reaches the parking lot. He yanks them out of the cart, tosses the entire bag into the trunk with absolutely no regard for the thousands of dollars’ worth of equipment inside.

He jogs around the side of the car, yanks the driver’s door open, and practically falls into the seat before firing the engine to life.

Gravel spits behind him as he throws the car into reverse, backing out of the spot in one smooth movement before shifting into drive.

The second he hits the main road, he grabs his phone and calls. His thumbs drum against the steering wheel as the summer wind whips through the car, his pulse hammering, still racing from that power walk to his car.

“Hey, baby,” your voice fills his car and he softens in his seat, hands wrapping a little tighter around the wheel as he smiles.

“Hey pretty,” he hums.

His voice is softer now, gravelly from talking all day and sweeter than it has any right to be considering the way he’d been speaking to Topper and Kelce five minutes ago.

If you’d been standing on that green listening to him threaten both of them, you’d absolutely have something to say about it. He already knows exactly what you’d tell him too. Be nice. Stop being grumpy. They’re your friends. The problem is that he doesn’t care about any of that right now.

“Where are you?” You ask curiously, and he can hear in your voice that you know he dipped out of there sooner than he should have.

“Just left.”

“You just left?” You giggle.

“Mhmm...” Your voice comes through the speakers and instantly makes him feel better than the entire golf outing did.

Traffic slows for a red light and the drumming starts again as he waits for it to change.

“You weren’t gonna get a drink or something?” You ask. “Relax?”

“Absolutely not.”

The answer comes so fast that you start laughing again. The corner of his mouth twitches as he shifts in his seat. “They were stayin’ to practice puttin’, baby.”

“Really?” You ask, not convinced in the slightest.

“Yeah. Their—uhhh… Their short games suck.”

“Gotcha.”

“I’m serious.”

“I’m sure you are.”

“They’re fuckin’ terrible, baby. That was a long-ass day,” he grumbles and you giggle. He leans back against the headrest as he lets the moment breathe for a minute. “Kids been easy on you today?”

“Actually, yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Just laying by the pool,” you say.

“Sounds rough.”

“Fuckin’ terrible, baby,” you echo his words back to him and he smiles. “They’re actually at Wheezie’s.”

The car accelerates, completely subconscious on his part, but you hear it loud and clear. Rafe’s eyes flick briefly toward the speedometer while a grin starts pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Oh yeah?”

“Rafe Cameron, slow down.”

The grin only gets worse, sinking a little lower in the driver’s seat, as one hand falls to the shift stick.

“I’m goin’ slow, baby.”

“You are not,” you answer. “You accelerated the second I said the kids weren’t home.”

“Did I?” You can practically hear the grin in his voice now as he weaves through traffic. “So.”

You start laughing, knowing exactly where he’s going to go with this. “Winnie’s in Charleston with Jackson.”

“Got it. And Max?” He asks eagerly.

“He left like an hour ago.”

“On the boat?” He asks, knowing that’s an all-day affair.

“Mhmm…”

Rafe’s laugh rumbles through the phone. “Interesting,” he says.

“Interesting?” You laugh and sigh sweetly.

“Sounds like I get you to myself all day?”

“Sounds like it.”

By the time he turns into the neighborhood, he’s grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. The gates open and he barely slows down as he pulls through them, already spotting flashes of blue water between the houses.

“You’re almost here, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” he hums. “See you outside, baby.”

The second he turns into the driveway, the car barely has time to rest before he’s throwing it into park, killing the engine.

The garage door rumbles overhead and he doesn’t wait, ducking underneath it before it can open all the way. His shirt’s halfway over his head before he even reaches the mudroom. By the time he steps inside, he’s carrying the polo in one hand, snagging his swim trunks from the laundry room with the other.

He stumbles slightly, kicking off his golf shoes without ever breaking stride. Future Rafe can deal with that problem. Present Rafe has more important things to do.

His golf shorts are already undone by the time he reaches the hallway. He steps out of them, steps into the swim trunks, and keeps walking without stopping once to grab his hat, tugging it on before he flicks it to the back.

Now he’s finally home and the only thing he cares about is the backyard door sitting at the end of the room. He reaches it a few seconds later and quickly slows down, dragging the glass door open.

And that last bit of tension breezes out of him, because there you are.

You’re curled up in a chair with a book open in your hands, completely unaware that he’s standing there.

He admires you for a moment—one leg crossed over the other while sunlight dances across the pool behind you. He soaks in the scene he’d spent eighteen holes waiting to get home to.

Then a sharp whistle rips through his lips.

Your head lifts at the sound.

The book lowers into your lap and a smile breaks across your face so fast it makes something in his chest tighten.

You start to uncross your legs, already leaning forward like you’re about to stand, but he points at you.

“Nah, baby,” he says. “Stay right there. I’m comin’.”

You laugh under your breath and fall back against the chair.

The cushions dip beneath his weight as he climbs on top of you. One hand braces against the armrest while the other finds your thigh, his broad palm sliding higher as he guides you closer.

“Miss me?” He asks. Rafe’s smile tugs a little wider when you whisper yes, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against your thigh.

He slides a hand along your side, guiding you onto his lap as one arm wraps around your waist, pulling you tight against his chest while the other lifts to cup your cheek.

“Goddamn, I missed you. Don’t make me do that shit again,” he mutters, shaking his head once before leaning back enough to look at you properly. “M’not home enough for that.”

“Okay, baby,” you laugh.

“I mean it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t try to charm me after that, pretty. That was hell.” He leans in first this time, forehead brushing yours for a second before his lips find yours. “I love you,” he murmurs.

Your hand presses against his chest, nails scratching lightly down sun-warmed skin. He pushes the cup of your bikini to the side, wrapping his lips around your skin while his other hand drifts between your thighs.

“Out here?” You ask with a laugh.

“We’re all alone, baby. Why not?” His lips brush yours again before trailing along your jaw. “We can go inside too—”

“Right here,” you whisper.

“That’s what I thought,” he hums. “Who’s my girl, huh?”

You smile, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of his swim trunks. “I’m your girl.”

“Mhmm.” His thumb drifts along your collarbones to your shoulders, nudging one strap down before the other. “You’re my fuckin’ girl.” The words come out rough enough to pull a smile from you.

You reach up and untie the small bow holding your swimsuit top together. The fabric slips loose between you.

Rafe’s eyes drop as you toss it away. “Jesus Christ, baby.” A low groan slips out of him as he tips his forehead against yours for a second, hands lifting to squeeze your tits in his big palms as his mouth finds yours again.

You glance down briefly, catching his swim trunks sitting low on his hips from where you’d been tugging at them, bunched slightly against his muscular thighs, the fabric stretched tight across them.

“Take these off,” you whisper, the words barely leaving your lips before he slides down in his seat, tugging down his shorts with him, his heavy cock smacking against his toned stomach with a snap, his eyes locked on your body.

His hands squeeze your hips, digging in as he drags your clothed pussy on top of him, head pressing back into the chair. The sun beats down on your skin. A thin line of sweat catching his chain before it rolls in a lazy train down his chest.

“They said I got a problem,” he mumbles through a smirk, his jaw tightening as you keep moving against him, the heat of your body bleeding through the fabric of your swimsuit, finally snapping whatever patience he had left.

“Yeah, baby?”

“You see any problems here?” He asks breathlessly as he reaches for the bows at your hip, tugging them free, yanking away the rest of the fabric in a hurry as his hands close around you again.

He blows out a breath like he’s finally gotten rid of the last thing standing between him and what he wants, his hand diving between your thighs.

His fingers press inside and he gasps, working you with his hand as you rest on his chest, feeling his heart bang underneath, his muscles flexing with each push of his hand.

“Just jealous they don’t have a woman like you?” He hums as he pulls his hand away just long enough to drag you in.

Rafe’s lidded eyes connect with yours, lips falling open with his as he pulls you down on him. You grip his shoulders, hands trembling as a deep groan thunders in his chest, feeling your wetness wrap around him tight.

“Fuck, me,” he mutters under his breath, dragging you closer, smiling against your lips before capturing your mouth in a tender kiss.

“Oh my god,” you whine.

“Pussy’s so perfect.”

His eyes lift to yours in a lust-ridden daze, muscles flexing as he works you over on his length. You bounce on his lap, wet slaps of sweat and slick filling with air around you mixing with your soft whimpers and his deep groans.

You grip the arm rests, circling your hips and he throws his head against the back of the chair to get a better look, his eyes drifting between your face and the bounce of your tits, falling to his lap where your pussy swallows him up each time you sink down.

His legs spread a little wider, feet resting on the ground, hips pitching to fuck up into your soaked hole. Your head throws back as you rise on your knees, letting him hit that perfect spot, the knot in your belly tightening, your body impossibly hot.

“Rafe,” you moan.

“Yeah?” He asks, and you can hear the satisfaction in his voice. “Been playin’ this shit over and over in my mind, pretty. Let me have it.”

You cry out as he pounds your pussy with his thick dick. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably, as your pussy flutters around him. He looks up at you in a haze, lips parted, brows softening as your release wets his lap and thighs.

“Oh shit, that's my girl… That’s my baby,” he praises, making you gasp when he rolls you onto your back, not giving you a moment to breathe before he’s on you again.

He looks down at you with a smile, adjusting his hat, staring at the wet mess between your thighs. “Why the fuck would I ever wanna leave you, huh?” He asks as he pushes your legs against your chest, hooking your ankles over his broad shoulders.

You whimper out a little breath as he taps his cock against your pussy, muscles jumping with each slap.

He pushes in slow, tilting closer to get as far as he can go, pressing a deep kiss to your trembling lips. “Gonna cum in your pussy,” he whispers, his voice breaking with pleasure. “M’so, so fuckin’ close.”

His face turns slightly, pressing a kiss to your ankle, right against the charm. His ab muscles clench as he rolls his lips, sweat sliding down his temple.

“I’m so deep,” he mumbles. You nod quickly, lip bitten between your teeth, hands gripping the arm rests tight.

“So fucking deep,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” He asks breathlessly. “Fuck me.”

He loses his rhythm, thrusts growing uneven as he snaps against your skin. His muscles quake, shoulders trembling, slamming into you in one heavy thrust.

His eyes pinch shut, head falling forward, cumming deep inside you with your name on his lips.

He lets your legs go but he doesn’t let you get far, snuggling into you again, kissing your forehead—then your nose and your lips.

“Goddamn,” he mumbles, lingering while your breathing slows together.

He sits down next to you, dragging you close, kissing you as he grabs your thigh, tugging it over the top of him—close not close enough.

“This,” he huffs out a deep breath through a smile, relaxing into the lounge chair. “This is what’s good for me.”

“Yeah?” You giggle, tilting your chin up for a kiss that he gladly steals. You rest your head on his shoulder, the warm summer breeze blowing against your skin, the soft music that you had playing while you were reading filling the space in between.

“You sent that picture to me on purpose,” he breathes.

A smile stretches on his lips when you don’t answer right away, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiles.

“Holy shit, you did? Didn’t you?” He asks, tilting his neck to look you in the eyes and you shrug and smile.

“Thought it would get you home quicker.”

His hand comes down heavy on your thigh as he dips in, brushing his nose against yours, chuckling deeply against your lips before he kisses you.

“That’s my girl.”

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[bambirafe]

Oh dad!rafe how I missed you

[bambirafe]

@eastcoastrafe told me to write for blue collar!rafe 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

[bambirafe]

wait write more about prince!rafe im actually so intrigued!! maybe write about his first meet with reader??

YAAAS posted

I hope u love 🩷🩷🩷 it’s 3 am for me and I’ve been on my phone so long that everything is like lowk running together and blurry so it hasn’t been proofread but that is okay🩷

[bambirafe]

prince!rafe x lady!reader

note & warnings: TY nonnie😁 reader and rafe are like 19-20.. also if you are new here i’m a rafael truther so just know any time you see rafael i am talking about rafe. also i don’t know shit about chess😭😭😭😭😭😭

“sir, your guests are here.” your family’s butler announced.

“send them in, gregory. thank you.” your father said with a nod.

gregory curtly nodded back as he opened the door wider to reveal a king and his son. you stood up as they walked in and gave a curtsy while your father introduced you.

“hello, young lady. it’s a pleasure to meet you.” the older man placed a kiss on your hand and smiled. “this is my son, prince rafael.” you held your hand out to him, but he pretended not to notice. king edward cleared his throat and rafael rolled his eyes before lazily grabbing your hand and kissing it.

right before they came in, your father had lectured you on the importance of developing a relationship with rafe, as he might be the man you end up marrying someday. you looked him up and down and scoffed internally. you tried not to think about the smirk that was creeping onto his lips.

the four of you sat down and you picked at your cuticles while you listened to your father and rafe’s talk about imports and exports. when you looked down at your nails, you felt eyes burning into you. but when you looked up, nothing.

“may i be excused? i believe eloise is expecting me-“ your father lightly grabbed your arm as you stood up.

“you may not. the king and his son have traveled a long way to come see us- we mustn’t disrespect them by leaving so early. why don’t you start a game of chess with prince rafael.”

fighting back was useless, so you accepted your fate and led the prince to the other side of the room where you played all your games. you sat on one couch and he sat on the other as you both set up the board.

after a few minutes of awkward silence, you decided to break the ice.

“are you planning to actually do something, your highness, or are you just going to keep moving your pieces from spot to spot?”

“m’lady, i can assure you you do not want me to ‘actually do something.’” rafe smirked at you as your jaw tensed.

“and why not?” you asked.

rafe leaned closer to you before he spoke. “because it might just cost you the game.” you gasped as you looked down to see that he had trapped your king.

“you did not!”

“oh but i did.” the smug look on his face had your head spinning.

“i do not wish to play with you again if you are just going to cheat!” you let out a little ‘hmph’ as you crossed your arms and leaned back.

“cheat?! i have done no such thing.” his fake offended look made you roll your eyes.

“you distracted me! it’s not fair!” you whined.

“i was merely carrying on a conversation that you started, if i remember correctly.” rafe shrugged as he reset his pieces. “and, besides, if a few words is all it takes to ruin your game, then perhaps i am not the one at fault here.”

your jaw dropped as you gasped. “are you always like this, your highness?”

“like what, m’lady?” oh, those blue eyes.

“this insufferable.” you spat, making him laugh.

“i suppose you’ll just have to wait and see”. and with that, rafe stood up and took your hand in his. he held eye contact with you as he placed a kiss on the back of your hand. you tried not to think about how he let his lips linger for a second or two longer than necessary.

TY for reading!! 🩷💕🩷💕🩷 ask box is open for chats & requests💕🩷💕🩷

[bambirafe]

ALREADY???!!! 🥹 thank u baddies ILY i really do appreciate it so much 🩷💕💝 my ask box is always open for anything🤗

[bambirafe]

hello baddies my requests and my ask box are open yaaaayyy i miss 2024 tumblr and all my friendsss idek if anyone still uses tumblr anymore😭😭😭😭

[bambirafe]

prince!rafe from my bridgerton au !!!! like anthony before kate but worse

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BOMBSHELL!READER 🌞🌺🐬🧜‍♀️👛🍋🎀

princess of the villa! came in as the first bombshell of the season and already had her eyes set on rob. she is a sweet girl, but she also knows how to hold her own and isn’t afraid to speak her mind. loves getting all dressed up and is always prancing around the villa looking her very best. takes kissing outside of challenges and soul ties seriously. she’s cool with everyone and welcomes new bombshells in with open arms, but she does not play when it comes to her man and her friends.

[bambirafe]

BOMBSHELL!READER’S OUTFITS 🐬🌺🌞

note: i hope u love😁if u don’t … don’t tell me… also i feel like they’re all so blurry idk what to do about that 😖

hiding behind a door during a challenge and surprising the boys with kisses. they’re all pretty good, but it’s just something about the brunette with a snake tattoo that has you going crazy already

official arrival into the villa later that night!!! everyone is so attractive welcoming. you’re trying to introduce yourself to all of your fellow islanders and listen to everything they’re saying, but you keep finding yourself drawn to one in particular.

first recoupling!!!! it’s been a crazy past few days, and you’ve been able to get to know most of the guys pretty well. you were buzzing from excitement and couldn’t wait to get your man. no one was surprised to hear you say “the boy i’d like to couple up with is… rob.”

bedtime! unbeknownst to you, rob can feel his shorts tightening with every step you take closer to the bed. he gives you a quick “goodnight” and rolls over, leaving you a bit confused.

chatting with rob<3 the two of you talk about anything and everything, and you can’t believe how easy conversation is flowing between you. you find out his reason for being so curt before bed last night and laugh before slapping his arm. “what can i say?” he shrugs. “you just do something to me.” you roll your eyes and bite back a smile before kissing him. (for the first time outside of a challenge BTW!)

leaving the villa for a date with rob!!!! when you found out america chose the two of you to go on a date you squealed in excitement as you ran towards rob. he picked you up and spun you around as your fellow islanders cheered and clapped for the two of you. you gave him a quick kiss before being ushered to the glam room by your girls.

getting sent to the hideaway 🙈🙈🙈 your first night alone with rob was everything you wished it would be and more. his eyes almost bulged out of his head seeing you come down those stairs. as soon as you got to that last step, rob snatched you up and threw you over his shoulder and made his way to the hideaway. your fellow islanders were going crazy for the two of you, hyping you up for your big night. you laughed as rob smacked your ass and picked up his pace. he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you.

[bambirafe]

kind of want to do an “outfits bombshell!reader would wear in the villa” ….

[eastcoastrafe]

John Egan x Reader moodboard

in which two childhood best friends turned high school sweethearts are separated because of war and somehow find their way back to each other

fully inspired by the baseball mitt on the bookshelves because that is so baby John Egan to me

[bambirafe]

SO EXCITED !!!!!!!

[bambirafe]

rob girls find me please

[celebpawb]

those thighs

[bambirafe]

rob comes back from casa …..

rob rausch x bombshell!reader

warnings & notes: angst…. rob being stupid and mean…. this is the first thing i’ve written in like over a year i think and i’ve been watching s6 and i literally cannot stop thinking about rob so🤗 bold is confessional

if this gets enough interest i might do a part 2 with him groveling and maybe some smut eventually😁i have #a lot of ideas with rob hehe (and thank u to my bae @eastcoastrafe for proofreading)

you laughed at something serena said as you sat in front of your mirror in the glam room. tonight was the night- your villa boys were finally coming back from casa amor. the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement and anticipation. did the boys stay loyal? did they find new, stronger connections with the casa girls? were they bringing anyone back? you swallowed hard as you thought about the endless possibilities.

when ariana told you rob chose to go to casa, you felt a ping in your chest. no, he wasn’t your boyfriend, and you weren’t even closed off, but you had been together since your arrival as a bombshell. that had to mean something, right? he was constantly kissing you outside of challenges, holding you tight in bed, and even leading you away from cameras for some more intimate moments. he never mentioned exploring any other girls and always made you feel confident in what the two of you have going on, so you shouldn’t have anything to worry about, right?

“i’m so scared, guys! what if he found someone he likes better than me?” you paced back and forth as the rest of the girls finished getting dressed.

“please, everybody knows rob is literally obsessed with you. you’ll be fine!” jana hugged you tightly and you sighed. you really hoped she was right, but you couldn’t shake your gut feeling that something was wrong.

you took a deep breath before heading down the stairs and out to the fire pit. you and the girls all held hands once you sat down and gave each other reassuring smiles. everyone’s heads turned as ariana began making her way towards you.

“hi girls!” she waved, and you all waved back. “and guys.” the casa boys laughed as they greeted the host.

“girls, stay where you are. boys, come join me.” the casa boys stood up and joined ariana where she was standing. “girls, you each have a really big decision to make. i’m going to ask you each one by one if you’d like to stay with the boy you’re currently coupled up with, who’s been staying at casa amor the last few days, or if you’d like to recouple with one of these gorgeous boys standing right here in front of me. the boys in casa amor have also been given a choice to stay in their couples or recouple with one of the casa amor girls.” you squeezed leah and serena’s hands as she spoke. “girls it’s time to make your decision.. and find out what the boys have decided to do. y/n, we’ll start with you.”

“you got this babe!” you smiled as your girls hyped you up. you stood, smoothing out your skirt and taking a deep breath.

“y/n, before casa amor, you were coupled up with rob. you now have a choice: you can stay loyal to rob or you can couple up with one of the new boys. what would you like to do?”

“i’ve had a wonderful past few days getting to know all of these amazing guys, but at the end of the day i have to go with my gut. so, with that being said, i would like to stay loyal to rob. i think my time away from him has really shown me how much i’ve fallen for him and i can’t imagine going through this with anyone else.” ariana grinned at your comment while you felt a smile creep across your own face at the thought of getting to see rob. it felt like forever since you’d gotten to hug him, kiss him, and talk to him.

“well, y/n, you’ve chosen to stay loyal to rob. that means, if he comes in with one of the girls from casa amor, you will be single and vulnerable. however, if he comes back alone, he’s all yours.” you nodded and clasped your hands together in excitement. “now, let’s see what he decided to do.”

“come on, rob.” you heard liv whisper. everyone was craning their necks to get a better view of the entrance where rob would be coming from.

“i can’t look!” you squealed as you covered your eyes. everyone was clapping and cheering for you…

until they weren’t.

you swore you could’ve heard a pin drop in that villa at the sight of rob walking back in hand in hand with a beautiful brunette.

“what? what is it?” you uncovered your eyes and blinked. once you got a good look at rob, your jaw dropped. your heart felt heavy in your chest and you felt your throat tighten.

rob looked as smug as ever walking over to ariana, who shared a similar look of confusion.

“well! hello, rob. welcome back to the villa!” he nodded at her. “and hi daniella.” daniella smiled and held onto rob’s arm.

you swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head.

“what the fuck, rob?” “are you actually serious?” you heard from behind you. when you looked at rob, he was already staring at you.

“rob, as you can see, y/n has chosen to remain loyal to you. how does that make you feel?” ariana asked and he sighed.

“honestly… i’m not really surprised.”

“what?” your face scrunched in disbelief.

“i mean, what we have is good. but just because i have something good with her doesn’t mean i can’t have something just as good or better with someone else. i think i’d be doing myself a disservice if i didn’t explore my connection with daniella, too.”

“y/n, how does that make you feel?” ariana questioned.

“it makes me feel so dumb! i’ve been turning all these guys down, keeping it friendly, sleeping outside because i was trying to respect what i thought we had all the while he’s been doing the exact opposite! i mean, are you fucking kidding me, rob? if i would have known we were moving like this i wouldn’t be standing here by myself!”

rob rolled his eyes. “nobody asked you to stand there by yourself.”

“nobody had to!” you felt tears well up in your eyes as you stood there and glared at him.

“i-“

“save it.” you dismissed him with a wave of your hand and moved to sit at the end of the couch by serena, leah, and jana.

“well, rob and daniella, you may take your place on the couch.” they both smiled at ariana as they walked. you felt rob’s eyes on yours but didn’t meet his gaze. instead, you stared ahead of you, zoning out for the rest of the recoupling.

later on, after getting into your pajamas, you walked outside to the balcony. as you absentmindedly searched for constellations in the fiji sky, you heard heavy footsteps creeping closer.

“can we talk?”

“i think it’d be better if we didn’t right now.”

“hey, come on. don’t be like this.” he reached for your arm but you snatched it away.

“like what, rob? upset you made me look stupid in front of literally everybody?”

rob huffed and ran a hand over his face. “you know i didn’t mean to-“

“i actually can’t have this conversation with you right now so either you need to leave or i will.” you gave him a few seconds before deciding for yourself. “alright, fine, i’ll go.” you pushed past him and walked to the bedroom.

you tried not to notice the whispers and looks from your fellow islanders as you snatched the comforter and pillow off your bed and drug it into soul ties.

“i just actually cannot believe he came back with her.” you sniffled. “i really thought he would’ve had the same respect for me that i had for him and came back alone. i mean, yeah, we can explore and all, but it just hurts so bad to know that he went over there and got on with her so well that he decided to bring her back to the villa. and then to say that ‘nobody told me to stand alone’ was just the cherry on top.”

you groaned as you slid your eye mask over your eyes and sunk down into the pillows around you. you tossed and turned all night as the recoupling played in your head over and over again.

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me when i end up writing smut about rob before i actually write anything about rafe</3