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my works arent hitting that well someone send in requests for really unique aus/pairings and i will do them i promise

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clark kent x female!sweetheart!reader — "i don't like superman."

clark learns this about you three weeks into working together.

it happens over coffee. one of your coworkers is rambling excitedly about another rescue on the news, smiling as they point toward the television mounted in the corner of the bullpen.

"...and then superman just caught the entire train before it hit the bridge." someone else laughs. "he's unbelievable." "i swear, metropolis would fall apart without him."

everyone nods. everyone except you. you take a sip of your coffee. "i don't really likesuperman."

the newsroom goes strangely quiet. clark nearly chokes. "you don't?" jimmy blurts out.

you shrug. "not really."

clark blinks. "why?"

your answer comes so easily it almost hurts. "i just don't."

the conversation follows him for the rest of the day. you don't like superman. it's such a bizarre sentence that he keeps replaying it in his head. most people love superman, or admire him. or at the very least appreciate him. but you... you genuinely don't seem to.

over the next few weeks, clark starts paying attention. every time someone brings up superman, you smile politely before changing the subject. when kids run around pretending to fly, you smile at them, never the hero they're pretending to be. you never buy into the hype. you never roll your eyes either. it's just... indifference.

eventually he asks carefully. you're walking back from lunch together. "can i ask you something?"

"of course."

"why don't you like superman?"

you look at him. "you really wanna know?"

"yeah."

you think for a second. "i think people rely on him too much."

"how?"

"whenever something goes wrong, everyone just says, 'superman will fix it.'" you gesture toward the city around you. "i don't know." "it feels..." you search for the right word. "...unhealthy." clark stays quiet so you continue. "i'm grateful for what he does. i really am but i don't think one person should have to carry the weight of an entire city."

his steps slow. "what do you mean?"

you shrug. "he's still... someone. people act like he isn't. everyone expects him to save them. every single time."

clark completely forgets how to walk. that's not what he expected. he thought you'd call him arrogant. instead... you feel sorry for him.

after that, something changes. clark starts noticing the little things. every time the news praises superman for another impossible rescue... you don't smile. you just quietly say, "i hope he's okay."

when people complain that superman wasn't fast enough... you immediately defend him. "he can't be everywhere."

when a headline reads SUPERMAN FAILS TO PREVENT BUILDING COLLAPSE you're the first person to look annoyed. "he still saved everyone inside."

"you said you didn't like him." clark points out one afternoon.

you nod. "i don't. but i don't think people are fair to him. those are different things."

he stares. "how?"

you laugh. "clark. you can dislike someone and still think they deserve kindness." his heart melts a little.

he tries. god, he tries. he starts smiling more during rescues. waves at crowds. lets little kids take pictures. helps old ladies cross the street. returns lost dogs. anything. anything that might make you like superman just a little more.

one evening he lands after stopping a robbery. the police thank him. reporters surround him. he answers a few questions. then—

"superman?" he turns. it's you. walking home with groceries tucked against your hip.

his entire face lights up. "...hi."

you blink."hi."

he tries not to smile too much but fails immediately. "everything okay?"

"yeah." you glance toward the reporters. "just wanted to say..." he waits. "...thanks."

his chest warms. "...for what?"

"my neighbor works in that bank. you saved her."

he ducks his head. "a-anyone would've."

"...no." you shake your head. "they couldn't have." there's a brief silence. then you add, "...still don't like you very much, though."

clark's face falls so fast it's almost comical. "oh."

you have to bite your lip. he looks disappointed, like a puppy who just got told he couldn't come inside.

"sorry." he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "guess i've... got some work to do." before you can answer, he smiles politely and takes off into the sky.

that night you're still thinking about his face. not offended. not annoyed. he looked like he'd actually wanted your approval.

a week later you're eating lunch with clark. he's absentmindedly stirring sugar into his coffee. "can i ask you something?"

he looks up. "sure."

"does superman..." you hesitate. "always look that... disappointed?"

clark nearly spits out his drink. "what?"

"last week." you fiddle with your napkin. "when i told him i didn't like him he looked..." you sigh. "really sad."

clark has to look away before he starts smiling. "well..." he says carefully. "maybe.. he just wanted you to like him?"

you laugh. "why?"

he shrugs. "maybe he likes making people happy. i guess."

"if you ever see him." you smile sheepishly. "tell him i don't dislike him as much anymore."

"really?"

"yeah." you laugh quietly. "he's growing on me." clark's grin is so impossibly wide that you stop mid-sentence. "what?"

"nothing." he clears his throat. "just..." he can't help it. "i think he'd be really happy to hear that."

you smile. "you think?"

clark nods immediately. "more than you know."

and later that evening, when superman rescues a cat from a tree despite the owner insisting it wasn't necessary... he's smiling so brightly the entire city notices.

nobody understands why. except one very flustered reporter sitting at her apartment window, looking up at the streak of blue across the sunset. "he really is kind of adorable."

high above the city, clark hears it and nearly flies straight into a billboard.

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request . childhood bsf!rafe who's trying to convince you that he can do better than your shitty boyfriend

rafe's been there for you everyday since you were seven. every single time you sprained your ankle, got a cut on your knee, tripped over, argument with parents/family, he's been there, always at your side to comfort you. it doesn't matter the time of the day or night. all it took for you was to climb onto his roof and knock twice - your signal - and he'd open up within two seconds.

you'd just always been so blind you never realised how in love he was with you.

rafe hated your boyfriend the second he saw him. not because he was jealous. or well, not only. it was because of the way your boyfriend barely looked up from his phone when you said, "this is rafe." because of the way he forgot your birthday after only six months together. he watched you carry every grocery bag into your apartment while he walked three feet ahead with empty hands. he never noticed the little things and rafe always had.

and how was that fair? rafe'd known you forever. he knows you always buy two birthday cards because you're terrified of messing the first one up. the name of the teddy bear you refused to sleep without until you were eleven and you chose that asshole over him.

"he's not that bad."

rafe laughs disbeliviengly, "seriously?"

you sigh, "he's just busy."

"he forgot your graduation."

"he apologized."

"three days later."

"he was working."

rafe rubs both hands over his face. "you've got an excuse for every damn thing he does."

it's little things. always little things. you show up to dinner with red eyes. "allergies." rafe nods but doesn't believe you: you don't even have allergies.

your boyfriend leaves halfway through your birthday because his friends invited him out. "he already promised them." rafe watches you smile through it. watches you tell everyone it's okay.

later that night, when he's helping clean up, he finds your untouched birthday cake sitting on the counter. you'd waited almost two hours hoping he'd come back. he never did.

rafe quietly cuts you a slice anyway, puts a candle back in it & lights it. "what're you doing?"

"you never got to make a wish."

you stop telling people when your boyfriend cancels plans. it's embarrassing. but somehow rafe always knows. he'll text. you free? you'll answer. yeah. five minutes later he's outside. "how'd you know?"

he shrugs. "just did." he doesn't tell you he drove past your apartment and saw you still sitting on the balcony in the dress you'd sent him a picture of three hours earlier. the one you'd been excited to wear on your date.

the breaking point comes on a saturday. you've spent all morning getting ready. your boyfriend promised he'd take you to a little art exhibition you've been talking about for months. you've mentioned it so many times that rafe knows the opening hours by heart. you wait. one hour. two. then your phone buzzes.

can't make it. forgot the game was today.

that's it. no apology. no "i'm sorry." you stare at the message until the words blur. there's a knock on your front door. it's rafe, holding two coffees. he takes one look at your face. "he cancelled."

you nod. he sighs. "...go grab your shoes."

you blink. "what?"

"we're goin'."

"it's okay."

"no." his voice is gentler now. "it's not."

the exhibition is beautiful. you spend almost three hours wandering through paintings, pointing out your favorites. rafe listens to every single thing you say. asks questions. stands beside you quietly while you admire pieces. he even buys you a tiny print from the gift shop because he catches you looking at it twice.

you keep thanking him and though he smiles through it, he wishes you'd stop. this isn't extraordinary. this is the bare minimum. when he drops you home, you smile sadly. "you're gonna make whoever you end up with really happy someday."

rafe's grip tightens around the steering wheel. "don't say stuff like that."

"why?"

"because i'm already trying to." the words slip out before he can stop them. silence.

you blink. "rafe."

he shakes his head. "i'm not sayin' this because i think you owe me anything." his voice is quiet. "i'm sayin' it because every time he lets you down..." he swallows. "i keep thinkin' how easy it'd be not to. you thank me for rememberin' things." he looks down at his hands. "i don't remember them because i'm tryin' to impress you." his voice catches. "i remember because they're about you. you deserve someone who doesn't need to be told to show up. someone who thinks buying your favorite coffee isn't some grand romantic gesture. someone who makes loving you look easy."

"...rafe."

he smiles. "i'm not askin' you to choose me." his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. "i'm just askin' you to stop settlin' for someone who keeps making you feel like you're hard to love."

you don't break up with your boyfriend that night or the next. leaving someone is rarely as simple as everyone thinks but once rafe says it... you can't stop seeing it. you notice every cancelled plan. every forgotten anniversary. every conversation where he talks over you.

every time you shrink yourself to make excuses for him and slowly... you realize you've been begging for crumbs from someone who treats your heart like an afterthought while the boy who's loved you since you were six has been showing you, every single day, what it feels like to be someone's first thought instead.

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i just was listening to the song ‘snap out of it’ by the artic monkeys and it made me think of an idea!

rafe and reader are childhood friends and she ends up in a relationship with a guy who doesn’t treat her good and rafe is trying to make her realise that he can treat her better.

obviously you’ll know how to execute this better lol sorry my explaining sucks but i just thought the song was so rafe coded!

love your work queen and hope ur doing good!

lovelovelove this!! thank you for the suggestion anon, and im so sorry ive replied to this late!

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soft!reader x softer!rafe

AN: can you tell these two are my favourite au ?? anyways this is a little repeated from my other post but hope you enjoy !!

soft!reader who never quite understands why everyone is so intimidated by rafe. they'll lower their voices when he walks into a room. they'll whisper, "that's rafe cameron. and you'll just smile, wave enthusiastically and ask him if he remembered to eat lunch. meanwhile rafe — who has made grown men nervous with one look — just quietly answers, "yeah." somehow you are the only person who can reduce him to a shy nod.

softer!rafe who always notices the tiny things about you before anyone else. when you're cold, he already has his hoodie halfway off before you even mention it. when you're overwhelmed at parties, he's suddenly beside you asking if you want to "get some air." when you haven't spoken much all day, he'll quietly reach over and hook his pinky around yours beneath the table. no words.

soft!reader who has a habit of collecting little things. pretty shells. pressed flowers. oddly shaped rocks. receipts from your favorite dates because "they're memories."

rafe absolutely pretends to think it's ridiculous. "baby... that's literally just a rock."

"it's heart-shaped."

"oh." then six months later you find him standing on the beach staring very seriously at the ground. "what're you doing?"

"lookin' for another heart-shaped one."

softer!rafe who melts every single time you play with his hands. you don't even realize you do it. if you're sitting together, you'll absentmindedly trace the lines across his palms, compare your fingers to his. fiddle with his rings. count the tiny scars over his knuckles.

meanwhile rafe is trying very hard to pay attention to whatever topper is saying. impossible. you're holding his hand like it's the most fascinating thing in the world.

softer!rafe who becomes embarrassingly affectionate in private. not in public. he'll hold your hand, wrap an arm around your waist, maybe kiss your forehead. that's it but the second you're home... he's following you around like a lost puppy. leaning against your shoulder while you cook. hugging you from behind while you're brushing your teeth. resting his head in your lap because "don't move."

soft!reader who instinctively fixes his hair whenever it falls into his eyes. you'll stop mid-conversation, gently brush it back. smile. "there."

and rafe completely forgets what he was saying. every. single. time.

softer!rafe who secretly loves grocery shopping with you. not because of the shopping because of you. you read every ingredient label. get excited over seasonal desserts. insist on buying flowers "just because." ask him whether smiling potatoes look happier than normal potatoes and somehow he ends up spending an extra hour in the store every time. not because you're slow but because he likes listening to you.

soft!reader who gets excited over the tiniest achievements. "look!" holding up cookies that didn't burn. "i kept my plant alive for three months!" "i folded all the laundry!"

rafe celebrates every single one like you've just won an olympic medal. "atta girl." forehead kiss. "knew you could." he never wants you to feel silly for being proud of yourself.

softer!rafe who always reaches for you in his sleep even if you fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed. somehow by morning... you're tucked beneath his chin, one arm around your waist, legs tangled together. he has absolutely no memory of moving but if you try slipping out of bed first? still asleep he'll mumble, "five more minutes." and tighten his hold.

softer!rafe who never laughs when you cry over "small" things. a bad day at work. dropping your ice cream. accidentally killing your favorite plant. a stray dog you couldn't take home. he'll never tell you you're overreacting. he just opens his arms. "c'mere."

lets you cry into his hoodie, strokes your hair. if he can fix the problem, he quietly does. if he can't... he just stays. sometimes that's enough.

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rafe works of mine

simon ghost riley works

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clark kent

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you meet rafe in charleston at a dingy little beach bar nobody you know would ever go to. you was making casual conversation with the waitress when he came over, introducing himself as "rafe".

nothing further. the name rings a bell, but you don't know from where. it barely matters, anyways. you two are already making out before it can become anything further.

you date for months. he drives to see you every weekend, sometimes further depending on his mood (which you don't know what affects it). sometimes in the middle of the night "just because he wanted to".

you assume he's from money. he's never explicility said it himself, but you can pretty much guess from the watch, the truck, even his face. the way he doesn't even make it a big deal for paying on every single date you guys go on and instead just automatically swiping his card.

he also never talks about his family. every time you ask, the subject changes so naturally you don't even realise he's done it until later.

"so what does your dad do?"

you swear he freezes but within seconds rafe answers, "business."

"what kind?"

he smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "the boring kind."

"do you have siblings?"

"yeah, two sisters. both younger."

"what they're like?"

"better than me."

he kisses you before you can even ask anything else.

there are odd things about him, but not big enough that you make a deal about it. just that he never lets you visit his hometown, claiming "there's nothing there." never posts you, never lets you tag him, no matter how cute the photo is. you don't question it, under the assumption that he's just a mysterious person.

"police searching for you?" you tease one time, slipping you phone into your back pocket.

he laughs, kissing your forehead, "something like that."

one rainy afternoon he's curled up with you on your couch. he's asleep, face relaxed in sleep, and his wallet slips from his jeans when he shifts.

you aren't snooping; out of reflex and respect, you put it on the coffee table, but his driver's license slips halfway out. you catch it before it falls, eyes skimming automatically.

rafe cameron.

cameron. your stomach drops. that's why his name was so familair the first time you met: you've heard his name before. everyone has. through headlines, whispers, stories online. the wealthy family from the outer banks, with the scandals and violence that follows.

"cameron."

he wakes to the sound of his own name. not "rafe".

"how long?" you ask, voice cracking. you can't even look at him, "how long until you were gonna tell me?"

"i don't know."

you look at him then, glaring through watery eyes, "you don't know?"

"i wanted you to know me first."

"well i fell in love with you instead, how about that?"

"i know. i -"

"when was you going to tell me?"

"when i wasn't just rafe cameron anymore."

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soft!reader x softer!military!rafe

soft!reader who has absolutely no business falling in love with someone like rafe cameron. you're gentle in every sense of the word. you wave at strangers. you cry when animals get hurt in movies. you apologize to furniture when you accidentally bump into it.

then there's rafe. broad shoulders. military haircut. calloused hands. a permanent crease between his brows that makes him look angry even when he isn't.

people cross the street when they see him. little kids hide behind their parents. meanwhile you're reaching up to brush a leaf out of his hair because "you've got something right there." and rafe just stands there, letting you. he'd let you do just about anything.

military!rafe who is so impossibly careful with you. everyone assumes he'll be rough by nature and somehow they couldn't be more wrong.

the man who's trained to kick down doors and carry seventy pounds of gear across miles of unforgiving terrain treats you like you're made of spun glass.

every touch comes with a silent, "is this okay?" one hand resting on your waist to guide you through crowds. fingertips brushing your cheek before every kiss. always slowing himself down because he never wants you to feel rushed. never wants you to feel scared.

soft!reader who sends him the sweetest care packages while he's deployed. homemade cookies that arrive slightly crushed because shipping never goes the way you hope. handwritten letters covered in tiny doodles around the edges. polaroids of your everyday life: the flowers blooming outside your apartment, the coffee shop you both love, your dog wearing the hoodie he accidentally left behind.

you think they're silly. rafe thinks they're the greatest things he's ever received. he keeps every single letter folded neatly inside his duffel bag & rereads them on the nights when home feels impossibly far away.

military!rafe who never tells anyone how much he misses you. his buddies know, though. every time mail gets handed out, rafe suddenly disappears somewhere quiet with another envelope covered in your handwriting and when he comes back, he's smiling. not the cocky grin everyone knows but the smile with something reserved entirely for you.

soft!reader who worries about him constantly but never wants to make him feel guilty for leaving. so instead of saying, "i'm scared," you ask things like,

"are you sleeping enough?" "did you remember your jacket?" "have you eaten today?"

and rafe always smiles because that's just you. always taking care of everyone else first, even when your own heart is breaking.

military!rafe who comes home after months away and almost forgets how small you are until you're standing in front of him, looking up with watery eyes and smiling so brightly it nearly knocks the breath out of him. "hi." that's all you manage before your lip starts wobbling.

rafe immediately opens his arms. "c'mere, sweetheart."

you don't even hesitate. you practically melt into him. for the first minute neither of you says anything. words could never compete with finally being able to hold each other again.

soft!reader who absentmindedly plays with his dog tags whenever you're cuddling. turning them over between your fingers, tracing the engraved letters. never saying anything, just needing something to keep your hands busy. rafe notices every single time. eventually he starts unclasping them himself and placing them in your hand before settling back against the couch.

he knows they'll end up there anyway.

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military!rafe who absolutely adores how trusting you are. not naive. just kind. you still believe people deserve second chances. you still stop to help strangers. you still think the world is mostly good. after everything he's seen, he can't understand how your heart has stayed so gentle. and selfishly he hopes it never changes.

military!rafe who is fiercely protective of that softness. if someone raises their voice at you, he's beside you before you've even processed what's happening. if you get overwhelmed in crowded places, his hand quietly slips into yours. if you're nervous meeting his military friends, he keeps a reassuring hand on the small of your back the entire evening.

not because he thinks you're incapable. the world has been hard on him and he'll be damned if he lets it be hard on you too.

soft!reader who always asks him to tell you about his day. not the classified parts, the ones you'll know bring that look back into his eye, the one that ever rarely comes out whenever the two of you are together..

just the little things. who made terrible coffee, who lost a bet. what the sunset looked like. you know some memories are too heavy to share but you still want to know about his life. you still want him to feel like he can bring pieces of it home to you.

military!rafe who never tells you when he's had a particularly bad day overseas but somehow you always know. the phone rings later than usual, his voice is quieter. he lets you ramble about absolutely nothing: what you bought at the grocery store, how your neighbor's cat keeps visiting. the flowers you planted.

he barely says a word, just listens. your voice reminds him that somewhere beyond all the noise, there's still a life waiting for him. there's still you.

military!rafe who comes home harder every deployment. a little quieter, a little more tired. carrying things he doesn't know how to put down but every single time, you greet him exactly the same: with a smile so full of love it almost hurts, with your arms already reaching for him, with that same gentle, "welcome home."

and every single time he thinks the same thing. if there's one truly good thing he's ever done in his life... it's somehow convincing someone as soft as you to love someone like him.

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AN: birthday gift from me guys <3

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the first time you meet toji fushiguro, you think he's asleep.

he's stretched across a bench outside a convenience store, one arm thrown over his eyes, dressed in a worn black hoodie despite the warmth of the afternoon. there's a duffel bag tucked beneath the bench, the zipper half-broken, and a pair of scuffed boots resting neatly underneath him like he's worried someone might steal them.

you almost keep walking. then his stomach growls, loud enough that you hear it from several feet away. you stop & he doesn't move. for a second you wonder if pretending to sleep is less embarrassing than admitting he's hungry.

your chest tightens. you quietly step into the convenience store instead.

when you come back outside, you're balancing two warm paper bags and a drink carrier. you crouch beside the bench. "um..." nothing. "...excuse me?"

one green eye slowly opens. toji looks at you like you've interrupted the best nap of his life. "yeah?"

you awkwardly hold out one of the bags. "i, um... bought too much."

he stares at it. "didn't ask."

you nod quickly. "i know. but i thought maybe you were hungry."

another long silence. he's waiting, probably for you to ask for money. or your phone number. or for you to tell him there's a camera hidden somewhere filming his reaction.

instead you just smile a little. "it's okay if you don't want it." you gently place the bag on the bench beside him. "have a nice day."

and before he can answer you walk away.

toji waits until you're halfway down the street before opening the bag. inside is still-warm katsu curry, a bottle of water & a chocolate bar with a little sticky note folded in half.

please don't skip dinner.

that's it. no number. no name. nothing. he stares at the note for a long time. "weird." then quietly eats every bite.

he expects never to see you again. instead, three days later... you're back. same convenience store. same shy smile. same ridiculous amount of groceries in your arms. you stop when you notice him sitting on the curb. "oh." your face brightens. "hi."

toji blinks. "hi"

you hesitate. "did you like the curry?"

he almost lies. almost says it was terrible just to see your reaction. instead: "yeah"

your smile grows impossibly bigger. "good."

"that's it?"

you tilt your head. "what else would i say?"

"most people would've asked for somethin'."

"like what?"

"money."

you laugh. "i already spent my money on the curry."

he stares. you genuinely seem confused by the conversation, like kindness costing something has never occurred to you.

it becomes... a thing. every few days, you'll "accidentally" buy too much. an extra sandwich. an extra coffee. an extra pastry. and every single time, you insist you couldn't possibly finish it alone.

toji stops arguing after the fourth visit. mostly because he's starting to realize arguing makes you sad. he weirdly doesn't like that.

eventually, he learns your routine. every tuesday and thursday after work, always stopping at the same store, always carrying too many reusable shopping bags because you refuse to use plastic ones. always smiling at the old cashier & always waving goodbye. it's sickeningly wholesome.

he hates how much he starts looking forward to it. "you got a name?"

you blink, "yeah."

"you gonna tell me?"

you giggle which completely throws him off. "only if you tell me yours first."

"toji."

you repeat it quietly, like you're testing how it sounds. "toji."

he pretends it doesn't make his heart do something weird. then you tell him your name & he repeats it once. you're not sure if it's the street lamp lihgting, you'd think he was smiling.

the first time it rains while you're talking, you immediately panic. "your bag!"

toji looks over. "what about it?"

"it's getting wet!"

before he can stop you, you're dragging the heavy duffel beneath the shelter with both hands, huffing from the effort because it's apparently filled with bricks.

"there." you beam. "better."

"thanks."

"of course."

weeks turn into months. toji eventually admits he's sleeping in his truck. "that's... slightly better than the bench? do you have blankets?"

"yeah."

"are you lying?"

"maybe."

the next afternoon you show up with two thick blankets. "my closet was getting crowded."

he raises an eyebrow. "really."

"okay, i bought them."

"thought so."

you never pity him. that's what he notices. you don't look at him like he's broken or dangerous, or someone to avoid, you ask him about his day, tell him about the stray cat that's started following you home. complain about your boss. laugh over dumb internet videos.

you talk to him like he's just a person, not dirt under your shoe. it's infuriating. he'd almost forgotten what that felt like.

one evening you find him outside the store again, except this time he's standing. clean clothes, fresh haircut, a little less tired around the eyes.

you notice immediately. "you look different."

he scratches the back of his neck. got a job."

your face lights up so brightly he actually has to look away. "toji!"

before he can react, you've thrown your arms around him. the hug lasts maybe two seconds which then ends when you suddenly realize what you've done. your eyes widen. "oh my gosh—i'm sorry!" you immediately let go, mortified. "i should've asked first—"

"you happy for me?"

you blink. "of course."

he nods once. then quietly says, "do it again."

"...what?"

"the hug."

your cheeks turn pink. "are you sure?"

instead of answering, he opens one arm awkwardly like he hasn't hugged someone in years. maybe he hasn't. you smile, step forward and this time, when you wrap your arms around him, he hugs you back carefully. he closes his eyes for just a second, breathing in the faint scent of laundry detergent and vanilla.

home.

he doesn't know why that's the first word that comes to mind. he just knows that for the first time in a very long time... he isn't thinking about where he's going to sleep. he's thinking about whether you'll be waiting outside the convenience store on thursday.

after that, things change so quietly that neither of you notices at first.

he's still waiting outside the convenience store on tuesdays and thursdays, except now he isn't there because he's hungry.

he's there because you're coming.

you still bring him coffee some mornings, even though he now has enough money to buy his own. you still insist on splitting pastries in half because "they taste better when someone else steals a bite."

toji rolls his eyes every single time.

then steals the bigger half.

he learns the little things about you before he learns the big ones. that you always tear the sleeves off your coffee cups because you fidget when you're nervous. that you hum absentmindedly while reading ingredient labels. that you can't walk past flowers without stopping to smell them, no matter how rushed you are.

you're soft in ways he doesn't think the world deserves. toji has spent most of his life believing kindness always comes with conditions. people are nice because they want something, they expect something. eventually they'll remind you of everything they did for you. but you never do. you never bring up the meals. it's almost unsettling.

one afternoon he finally asks. "why?"

you look up from where you're trying to untangle the strap of your tote bag. "why what?"

"why'd you help me?"

your brows knit together like the answer is obvious. "you looked like you needed it."

"that's it?"

"yeah."

"you didn't even know me."

you smile softly. "i know."

his first paycheck isn't much. after rent on a tiny apartment and replacing clothes that have seen better days, there isn't much left over. still.

the following thursday, he gets to the convenience store before you. he waits outside, hands shoved into his pockets. when you finally appear, smiling the moment you spot him, he awkwardly holds something out.

it's a paper bag. you blink. "what's this?"

"bought too much."

you look at him. "toji."

he shrugs. "couldn't finish it."

you laugh so hard you have to cover your mouth. "you're terrible."

"learned from you."

inside is your favorite sandwich. the strawberry milk you always buy and a chocolate bar. tucked inside is a tiny sticky note with handwriting so bad it takes you several minutes to decipher it.

please don't skip lunch.

your eyes immediately sting. "you kept the note."

"yeah."

"why?"

he looks at you like you've asked the dumbest question imaginable. "'cause you wrote it."

you don't realize you're crying until he sighs. "aw, don't do that."

you sniffle. "i'm not."

"you're literally cryin'."

"happy crying."

"still counts."

you laugh through your tears and, without thinking, throw your arms around him again.

this time he doesn't hesitate.

his arms wrap around your waist almost instantly, pulling you close with a quiet little huff, like this has become the most natural thing in the world.

months later, you're helping him unpack the last box in his apartment. it's tiny. the couch barely fits. the kitchen only has enough room for one person at a time. the bedroom window sticks whenever you try to open it. you think it's perfect. "you've got a home."

toji looks around the room. "yeah."

but he isn't looking at the apartment anymore. he's looking at the girl kneeling on his living room floor, carefully placing cheap mugs into the cupboard like they're priceless antiques.

the girl who fed a stranger because she thought he looked hungry and who bought blankets without making him feel like charity. who never once looked at him with pity, just warmth.

he walks over before he can think too hard about it. "hey."

you glance up. "hm?"

he crouches in front of you, takes your hands. "i got somethin' to ask."

"okay."

he scratches the back of his neck, suddenly looking strangely nervous. "you've been buyin' me food for almost a year."

you giggle. "i have."

"think it's about time i returned the favor."

"toji."

"let me take you to dinner."

you smile. "that's your big question?"

"yeah."

"i thought you were gonna ask me to help build ikea furniture or something."

he snorts. "don't push your luck."

you laugh, squeezing his hands. "i'd love to."

the smile that spreads across his face is small, crooked. so unbelievably boyish that it barely resembles the guarded man sleeping on a park bench all those months ago. you don't think you'll ever get tired of being the reason for it.

years later, whenever someone asks how you met, toji always tells the story wrong. he'll lean back in his chair, completely serious, and say, "she wouldn't stop feeding me."

you'll gasp dramatically. "that's not true!"

"is."

"i offered you one curry!"

"then coffee. then pastries. then blankets."

everyone laughs.

you bury your face in your hands. "i was just trying to help."

toji reaches over, intertwining his fingers with yours beneath the table. his thumb brushes across your knuckles. "i know." his voice is quieter now, only meant for you. "best thing that ever happened to me."

and every single time he says it — he still sounds like he can't quite believe someone as kind as you stopped walking that first afternoon. all you thought you were doing was buying lunch for a stranger.

you never realized you were giving him a reason to believe life could be gentle again. or that one warm paper bag and a little sticky note would eventually lead him home.

© BITTERSWEETLYBLUE 2026

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Babesss, i’m in love with your casual!rafe fic! I need part 2😭

thank you so much! i honestly thought it didn’t have much appeal but when i have time to write for it i shall 🫡

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the fact that haunting adeline is becoming a movie adaptation is truly disgusting. if you like the book or support the adaptation coming out please do not ever interact with me, thank you.

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: ۫ ꣑ৎ CHOOSE ME (SERIES, CHAPTER ONE)

request . everyone thought you'd end up with jj maybank. including you. everyone except rafe cameron — the boy who spent half your childhood trying to get under your skin and the other half quietly falling in love with you. the problem is, by the time he realizes it, you have to choose one.

there were two boys your mother warned you about growing up. "don't let jj maybank convince you to jump off anything taller than you are."

you'd nodded solemnly at six years old. "okay."

"and if rafe cameron starts bothering you, just ignore him."

another nod. "okay."

she smiled, brushing the hair out of your face. "good girl."

looking back now, she'd only been half-right.

the first time jj maybank held your hand, you were five. the first time rafe cameron pushed you into the ocean, you were six. neither event surprised anyone.

"jj!" your tiny voice echoed across the beach as you chased after the blond boy who was already ankle-deep in the water. "wait!"

he turned around, gap-toothed grin stretching across his face. "you're too slow!"

"am not!"

"are too!"

you puffed out your cheeks and ran faster. your sandals filled with sand, dress flapped around your knees. and just as you were about to catch him — a shoulder bumped into yours. hard, one that isn't accidental. you stumbled sideways with an indignant squeak.

"oops."

you looked up. rafe cameron. all sun-bleached hair, scraped knees and the sort of smirk only little boys seemed capable of wearing. he wasn't much taller than you but somehow he carried himself like he owned the entire beach.

"you did that on purpose."

"didn't."

"did."

he shrugged. "prove it."

before you could answer, jj had already doubled back. "leave her alone."

rafe rolled his eyes dramatically. "she can talk."

"she doesn't need to."

"what're you? her bodyguard?"

"yeah."

"that's stupid."

"you're stupid."

"your face is stupid."

you sighed. that became your childhood. jj dragging you toward adventures. rafe appearing just long enough to irritate everyone involved.

when you were eight, your family moved three houses down from tannyhill. your mother cried because she'd always wanted somewhere with a porch. your father complained about property taxes. you discovered your bedroom window faced the camerons' driveway.

which meant, every morning, you saw rafe. he noticed on the second day. you'd been watering the flowers your mom insisted were "your responsibility."

rafe climbed out of ward's truck, spotted you, and immediately shouted, "your watering can's ugly."

you blinked. "okay?"

he looked almost disappointed.

the following morning: "those shoes are ugly."

you looked down at your perfectly normal trainers. "thanks?"

again. that disappointed look. the day after: "your dog's weird."

you looked at your golden retriever, who was currently lying upside down in the grass with his tongue hanging out. "he's asleep."

"he looks weird."

"okay."

"that's all?"

you shrugged. "yeah."

then you went back inside. rafe stood in the driveway for a full minute, completely baffled.

"why do you keep talking to her?" topper asked one afternoon while the two of them rode their bikes around figure eight.

rafe frowned. "i don't."

"you literally yell at her every morning."

"it's funny."

"is it?"

"...shut up."

it became something of a routine. every morning some pointless comment. every morning you answered like he was discussing the weather. and every morning he somehow looked more irritated than the last.

ward noticed first. "son."

rafe looked up from his cereal. "hm?"

"do you actually dislike the girl next door?"

"who?"

"the one you've spoken about every morning for the past two weeks."

rafe nearly dropped his spoon. "i don't talk about her."

ward smiled into his newspaper. "of course."

you, meanwhile, barely thought about him. to you rafe cameron was simply... there, like the mailbox at the end of the street or the old oak tree everyone climbed. or the neighbour's ridiculously loud lawn mower.

an unavoidable part of life. slightly annoying but mostly harmless.

by eleven, you and jj had become inseparable. the whole island knew it. if someone saw jj, they usually asked where you were. if someone saw you, they asked where jj had run off to.

it just... made sense. he was sunshine.

"c'mon!" jj stood at the end of the dock, bouncing excitedly. "jump!"

you peered over the edge. "that's high."

"that's the point."

"i think i'm gonna die."

"nah."

"how do you know?"

"'cause i'll jump with you."

you smiled. "promise?"

he held out his pinky. "promise."

without hesitation, you linked yours with his. from the beach rafe watched. he wasn't sure why. he'd only come to pick up kelce. except kelce had wandered off somewhere.

and now... he couldn't stop looking at the dock. at the way you smiled at jj. at how easily you trusted him. at the stupid pinky promise.

"you jumping or not?" kelce finally appeared beside him. rafe looked away. "...nah."

the older you got, the more obvious the differences became. jj collected bruises. rafe collected expectations. you collected books.

summer afternoons found you curled beneath the old tree in your garden, paperback balanced on your knees.

it was your favourite spot. quiet, shaded, hidden from the road.

"reading again?"

you didn't even look up. "yep."

rafe leaned against the fence separating your gardens. "that's boring."

"okay."

"don't you ever do anything fun?"

"i am."

"reading isn't fun."

"to you."

he frowned. "what's that supposed to mean?"

you finally glanced over the top of your book. "it means i'm having fun."

"oh."

you smiled politely then went back to reading. he stayed there. for another five minutes, doing absolutely nothing before awkwardly walking away.

"did he bother you again?" your mother asked over dinner.

"sort of."

she sighed. "i'll speak to his parents."

"don't."

"why not?"

you shrugged. "he's not mean."

"he pushes your buttons."

"he tries."

your dad looked up. "tries?"

"he gets annoyed when i don't get annoyed."

your parents exchanged amused looks. you didn't notice.

middle school changed everything. suddenly people cared about brands, popularity, who was a kook & who was a pogue. who belonged where. you hated it. jj hated it more. rafe... leaned into it or maybe it leaned into him. it became harder to tell.

freshman year. first day. you were wrestling with a jammed locker when someone reached over your shoulder. click. the door swung open.

"thanks."

you looked up automatically. "...oh."

rafe. he shrugged. "you looked stuck."

"i was."

"...well." he scratched the back of his neck. "see you."

you watched him leave. weird. "did rafe cameron just help you?" your friend asked from beside you, kie.

"i think so."

"that's..."

"weird?"

"yeah." you nodded. "really weird."

neither of you noticed rafe glancing back down the hallway. just once before disappearing around the corner.

the summer you turned fifteen, the island felt too small.

everyone knew everyone. everyone knew everyone's parents. everyone knew who got grounded, who got caught drinking behind the country club, whose parents were divorcing, whose brother got arrested.

and everyone assumed you'll end up with jj. by then, you'd known eachother forever. he's easy to love, easy to laugh with, and he makes you forget every bad thing that's ever happened. rafe cameron, meanwhile, has spent years pretending he can't stand you.

there were no secrets on the outer banks. just rumours that happened to be true.

you'd spent almost every summer of your life at the beach. not because it was some grand tradition. the ocean was free and none of you had much money worth spending anyway. except the camerons.

"heads up!" something cold smacked into the back of your shoulder. you yelped, turned around to a half-melted ice pop slid dramatically into the sand. "really?"

jj looked entirely unapologetic. "you caught it."

"with my back."

"still counts."

you picked up the sticky remains before throwing them straight back at him. he shrieked, actually shrieked.

"dude!"

"what?"

"that was rude!"

"you started it!"

he tackled you anyway. you both landed in the sand laughing so hard neither of you noticed the group walking toward the beach house until they were almost beside you.

topper. kelce. some girls from figure eight. and: rafe.

jj finally rolled off you, still laughing. "you're evil."

"i learned from the best."

"you absolutely did."

he reached over without thinking and brushed sand out of your hair. a completely normal gesture. something he'd done a hundred times. something you barely even noticed.

rafe did.

he stopped walking, only for half a second, but long enough for topper to notice. "you coming?"

"yeah." his voice sounded strange. he looked away before you could catch his eye. to be fair, you wouldn't;ve said anything, but still. rude.

"what's his problem?" jj muttered.

you looked over your shoulder. "who?"

"rafe."

"does he have one?"

"he looked like he wanted to kill me."

you laughed. "he always looks like that."

except not really. he looked almost wistful. but you forgot about it ten minutes later when jj stole for you the biggest chocolate ice cream you ever had.

rafe didn't.

"what are you staring at?" topper nudged his shoulder.

rafe blinked. "nothing."

"you've been watching them for like five minutes."

"haven't."

"have."

topper followed his gaze toward the shoreline. jj was teaching you how to skim stones. or... trying to. every throw you made sank immediately.

jj laughed so hard he nearly dropped to his knees. you shoved him into the water & he dragged you in with him. more laughter.

topper frowned. "you jealous?"

rafe looked at him like he'd grown another head. "of maybank?"

"i don't know."

"don't be stupid."

he walked away before topper could say anything else.

that night you found yourself sitting on the roof outside your bedroom window. it had become your favourite place over the years.

your dad hated it. your mum pretended not to know. you liked the quiet, the breeze, being able to look over the neighbourhood without anyone expecting anything from you. "careful."

you looked down. rafe, standing in his driveway, looking up. "are you talking to me?"

"unless there's someone else sitting on their roof."

you smiled. "there isn't."

"you're gonna fall."

"i won't."

"you might."

"then i'll deal with it."

he folded his arms. "that's not very smart."

"coming from you?"

he actually smiled, just a little. you wasn't sure until you thought about it later that you'd ever seen him smile. "fair. you still reading those mystery books?"

you blinked. "yeah."

"figured."

"how?"

he shrugged. "you've always liked them."

you tilted your head. "you remember that?"

"i've got a good memory."

he disappeared inside before you could ask anything else. you stared after him. weird.

the following week, your mother sent you to the grocery store. you'd barely stepped inside before : "careful."

a carton of orange juice slipped from the top shelf. a hand caught it before it hit you.

"thanks."

rafe placed it back on the shelf. "you've got terrible luck."

"or good luck."

"how?"

"someone keeps stopping things from hitting me."

he blinked. you smiled. grabbed the cereal you'd come for and wandered off. for the rest of the afternoon he couldn't stop thinking about that smile.

"you're distracted." ward didn't bother looking up from his paperwork. rafe kept staring out the kitchen window.

"...am not."

"you've buttered the same piece of toast for three minutes."

rafe looked down. the toast was almost white from how much butter he'd spread on it.

ward hid a smile.

the first football game of the school year was always the biggest event on the island. students packed the bleachers. parents screamed themselves hoarse. the cheerleaders somehow smiled through ninety-degree heat. you mostly went because jj insisted.

"you're wearing my hoodie." he grinned proudly as the two of you climbed the bleachers.

"mine got wet."

"so naturally you stole mine."

"borrowed."

"indefinitely."

"exactly."

you settled beside kiara. jj disappeared toward pope. halfway through the game you felt someone sit on the bench behind you.

"hey."

you looked back. rafe. "hi."

he looked like he wanted to say something. instead, "you supportin' the team now?"

you looked down at the hoodie then laughed. "it's jj's."

"oh." he nodded once, looked away, stood back up and left.

kiara watched him disappear then slowly turned toward you. "what was that?"

"i genuinely have no idea."

neither did rafe. he'd crossed the field before realizing he'd forgotten why he'd walked over in the first place. he hadn't planned anything. hadn't even thought. he'd just... seen you and moved.

"you alright, man?" kelce frowned.

rafe blinked. "yeah."

"you look sick."

"do i?"

"a little."

he felt sick. all he'd been able to think about — standing behind you— was how jj's hoodie looked on you. how naturally you'd worn it. how everyone around you had acted like it made perfect sense.

because... it did. you and jj had always fit & he hated how much that thought bothered him.

"earth to rafe." topper snapped his fingers.

"what?"

"i asked if you're coming tonight."

"where?"

"bonfire."

"yeah." he answered automatically, already wondering if you'd be there. that terrified him. he wasn't supposed to care where you were. he wasn't supposed to notice which books you read or remember your favourite biscuits.

or know that every thursday your mum made homemade soup because your dad worked late. he wasn't supposed to know that your bedroom light stayed on until almost midnight because you always read before sleeping.

he wasn't supposed to know any of it. and yet he did. he'd always known. he just had never questioned why until now.

later that night, he found an old shoebox while cleaning his wardrobe. inside were photographs from neighbourhood barbecues, birthday parties, school fairs, the lot.

he laughed quietly. there you were, age seven. missing your front teeth. holding a melting ice cream.

another. age ten, covered in paint after some school fundraiser.

another. age twelve, standing between jj and pope, laughing so hard your eyes were closed.

he stared for a long time. "what the hell?" he whispered to himself.

somehow, without ever trying, you were in almost every memory he had. not always beside him. sometimes across the room. sometimes in the background. sometimes blurry.

but... always there. for the very first time rafe cameron wondered if maybe... just maybe... he'd never actually been trying to annoy you at all. maybe he'd just never figured out another reason to talk to you.

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babe pls do a love triangle between jj and rafe pls plss been trying to look for fics/oneshots like this but cant find anyyyy!! i want jj and rafe fighting over reader then rafe being a massive yearnerr AGHHH!!! (ps rafe ends up with reader please pleaseee)

babe yes. pretty sure i have a oneshot in my drafts but i shall get to writing and it should be out soon 🫡

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AN: so this was supposed to be a different trend but i wrote this one based on a request but i'll do the request later this week

it starts from sarah sending you the video.

you do. twice, then immediately grin. rafe is absolutely the type to either not notice... or treat you climbing on him like the most normal thing in the world. there's no in-between.

he's outside on the back porch when you find him, legs stretched out across the outdoor sofa & one hand lazily scrolling through his phone. it's one of those quiet afternoons where neither of you are really doing anything. perfect: you silently prop your own phone against a flowerpot & hit recor then wander over.

rafe glances up for half a second. "hey, sweetheart."

"hi."

he hums, goes back to his phone. you casually sit beside him. nothing, he doesn't even look up. phase two: you lean against his shoulder. still nothing. he simply shifts his arm without thinking, letting you get comfortable like it's muscle memory. phase three. you slowly swing one leg over his lap. rafe absentmindedly moves his phone out of the way. "careful."

you're already trying not to laugh.phase four.

you decide to fully commit. very dramatically, you climb into his lap, both knees on either side of him, arms wrapping around his shoulders, cheek resting against the side of his head.

rafe pauses his scrolling. "...comfortable?"

"mhm."

"good."

he just keeps scrolling. you blink. "that's it?"

he finally looks up. "what?"

"you're not gonna ask why i'm climbing all over you?"

he frowns slightly. "why would i?"

you stare. "because..." gesture vaguely. "i'm climbing all over you."

rafe shrugs. "yeah. you're my girlfriend."

you refuse to give up so you make yourself even heavier, basically melting on top of him until he's forced to support almost all of your weight. he adjusts automatically, one arm wrapping securely around your waist. the other still holding his phone.

"there." he says quietly. "don't wanna fall."

you blink again. "rafe."

"hm?"

"am i annoying you?"

he actually laughs. a proper laugh, looking up at you like you've asked whether the sky is green. "baby." he reaches up and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "if i didn't want you sittin' on me..." his hand squeezes gently at your side. "i would've told you."

"really?"

"yeah."

"so you're okay with this?"

"i'm more confused why you're askin' permission to cuddle me."

your heart does a stupid little flip. after another minute, rafe notices your phone. still recording. "you makin' one of those videos?"

you immediately hide your face in his neck. "maybe."

he chuckles. "which one?"

"the climbing on my boyfriend one."

"that's what this was?"

you nod against him. rafe snorts. "thought you were just bein' clingy."

"i was testing you."

he looks genuinely offended. "for what?"

"to see if you'd tell me to get off."

he stares at you for a long moment, then gently cups your face. "why would i tell my favorite person to stop hugging me?"

"that's cheating."

"how's that cheating?"

"you're supposed to fail."

"don't think i can." his thumb brushes your cheek. "m'like when you're close."

"you're ruining the trend."

he smiles into your hair. "good."

"rafe!"

"what?"

"you're supposed to be annoyed."

he laughs softly. "baby..." his arms tighten around you until you're practically glued to his chest. "i spent years wishing someone would choose me like this. you think i'm gonna complain because my girl won't stop cuddlin' me?"

you don't answer.

later that evening, you post the video. the comments are full of people laughing because halfway through, it completely stops looking like a prank. it just looks like a couple who forgot the camera was there. somewhere around the two-minute mark, rafe puts his phone down entirely & starts rubbing slow circles against your back, presses a kiss against your temple without thinking.

eventually starts talking to you about absolutely nothing while you're still draped across him like a weighted blanket. when you show him the comments later, he only shrugs.

"they're actin' like it's weird."

"isn't it?"

he looks at you, genuinely puzzled. "sweetheart." he smiles. "you're always welcome up here." then pats his lap. "even when there isn't a trend."

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hiii i’m the anon from the rafe x reader series ask

YAYAYAAYYAYAYY

PLEASEEE do it omggg

i’ve been waiting AGES for someone to do it i could literally cry rn i love u sm🥹🥹

i can certainly try!! i do have many other requests to get to but would you be able to send me more details? (you can add a note if you don’t want me to keep posting your asks) i love this idea but im a little confused on how it would work 😭 do you mean just as in rafe killing sheriff peterkin and the events he does or something more? im so sorry if this sounds rude but yes i would most certainly love to do this request and please dont cry 😭🖤

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hey girl! would u ever do a rafe series x reader where it follows the show?

love u <33

as in it’s the whole plot of the show? also i love you too 🥺