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THEN YOU COME THRU LIKE THE SWEETENER YOU ARE
seventeen. she/her. rafe cameron writer.
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part two of two of the expansion to the clingybf!rafe headcannon contents: rafe causing a scene, desperate!rafe, a bit of crying, "exes" to lovers wc: unedited
whether it's something simple like you going home after being with him all weekend—rafe cameron did not take you leaving him lightly. you hold a piece of his heart, and you leaving him would utterly break it.
so when the two of you briefly broke up, he was in shambles, and you would not hear the end of it.
you left your phone on do not disturb, but rafe would always click the notify anyway button every time. your phone buzzed constantly with his calls and texts so much that you nearly lost your mind. he even called your mother, in hopes she would put him through to you.
when that didn't work, rafe ended up at your house. not that it was the first time that day, but he made sure the whole cul-de-sac was aware of his presence.
"baby, m'sorry," he shouted from outside.
lights were already flickering on at the sound of shouting and banging coming from your house. people were already peeking outside of their doors and windows at the commotion.
"rafe, it's late, son," your father spoke tiredly. "you need to go home; she's not coming outside."
before rafe could get another pathetic word out, you're standing behind your father. you give him an apologetic look that tells him you had the situation under control.
you look at rafe. irritation with a hint of softness in your eyes.
your boyfriend was completely disheveled. face splotchy from crying, dark circles underneath his eyes. his usually steamed polo, creased and crinkled in spots he tugged on.
he immediately pulls your body into his, mumbling, "thought i was gonna lose you." you place your hands on his chest, steadying yourself.
feeling his tears soak your pajama shirt, you giggle, rubbing his back soothingly, "it's only been a couple hours, ray."
"felt like eternity," he tells you, pulling back to take you in. letting his brain memorize your features again, as if he wasn't scrolling through pictures of you earlier.
"poor thing," you pout, knowing that with rafe cameron, breakups would never last long because he'd always end up back in your arms.
a/n: draft bc i'm in a slump rn :(
NEW GIRL IN TOWN!
when frat!rafe meets pogue!reader... contents: frat rafe, college setting, drug usage, drinking, mutual pining, language wc: 1.0k
it was an ordinary night at kildare university's infamous frat house. bass-boosted trap music blaring through the mansion. drunk college students throwing back shots and jungle juice from solo cups. cheers come from eager patrons watching an intense game of ping pong.
rafe cameron, the president of the sigma chi fraternity, was currently winning against his opponent. the striped polo-clad man wore a serious expression that wouldn't falter until the game ended.
RAFE'S THE TYPE!
a rafe blurb i thought of while on the train! contents: fluff wc: 265
rafe's the type of boyfriend to secretly love going shopping with you.
he'll look all grumpy while waiting for you to leave your house. his eyes softening when he sees you come outside, your eyes twinkling with joy as you skipped to his truck.
rafe would grumble under his breath when you press a glossy kiss onto his cheek, knowing he wasn't going to wipe the pink, glittery substance off.
he's the type to act disinterested in whatever you're talking about while waiting for your sugary coffee to be prepared. his thumb brushes your knuckles as he listens to you tell the same story for the millionth time.
rafe would lock his finger in the belt loop of your denim miniskirt, tuning out everything except the clicking of your heels.
he'll cross his arms against his chest when you waltz into beauty stores, standing as if he wasn't going to leave the store with swatches of blush, highlight, and bronzer on his arms.
rafe would sit on the seat in the dressing room, face deadpanned while you piled clothes over him, as if he wasn't drinking in each pose you did for him, thinking of what outfit he'd ruin first.
rafe would act like he hated paying, knowing he would dare let you pay for anything when he was or wasn't around.
he'll sigh while carrying your bags, as if the bags were light as a feather to him. knowing he wasn't letting you hold anything but your purse.
rafe's the type to melt into mush internally when you kiss him as a thank you.
Hear me out. Current boyfriend trend with previously ex now bf again Rafe 🫠
CURRENT BOYFRIEND!
pranking rafe with the current boyfriend trend! contents: kind of fluff, mentions of past relationships, language wc: 260
you watch the timer countdown as you set your phone on the dashboard of rafe's truck. "hi everyone, my current boyfriend and i will be trying freeze-dried candies."
you look at rafe through the camera, lightly giggling to yourself when he stays silent. you continue, "i chose cotton candy and my current boyfriend chose gummy worms."
rafe's eyebrows furrow as he looks over at you, "the fuck you keep sayin' that for?"
you look at him with faux confusion, "saying what? calling you my boyfriend?"
"nah, you keep callin' me your current boyfriend, you're insinuating something," his eyes narrow at you in suspicion. "you seein' another guy?"
"what are you talking about, ray? i'm with you currently, which means you're my current boyfriend," you explain.
you turn back to the camera, "anyways my current boyfriend and i are going to start with the cotton candy."
"don't change the subject," he takes the candy out of your hands. "are you seeing another guy?"
by this point, you're blatantly laughing in your boyfriend's face. you tried to suppress your laughter, but rafe has that look in his eyes that tells you he's moments away from blowing a fuse.
"what's funny? tell me, who is he? what's his name?" he demands.
you take his face in your hands, "aw, is my current boyfriend upset?"
rafe is essentially pouting as he grumbles, "yeah 'cause you keep callin' me that, i'm just your boyfriend."
"oh m'sorry rafe, it was just a prank," you tell him, smiling softly.
"it better be, now eat your candy."
KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME BOY!
what happens when rafe goes to kookprincess!reader after a fight... contents: mentions of violence, fluff wc: 355
it's after midnight when you hear your phone buzzing on your dresser. first with a phone call, then a text message. you groan, squinting your eyes to read the text.
unknown: it's rafe, i'm outside. open the door.
your eyebrows furrow when you see rafe's message. sliding your victoria's secret robe over your body, you make your way downstairs.
a rough knock on your front door sparks your chihuahua's high-pitched barks to erupt. grumbling, you say, "it's definitely rafe."
swinging the door open, you question, "what are you—"
you gasp. your eyes are glued to the bruising on his left eye. "where'd you get that from?" you question, squinting to get a closer look.
the blood vessel in his eye was burst, leaving red splotches in its wake. the outer part of his eye was slightly swollen and discolored with a deep red and purple. the outdoor motion light only accentuates the injury.
massaging your temple, annoyed, you usher him inside. he walks in as if he knows the layout of your house already, as if he owns the place.
you cross your arms, waiting expectantly, "well? are you gonna explain yourself?"
"got into a fight with barry, motherfucker finally landed a punch," he chuckles dryly. you stare at him blankly, unmoved.
you sit rafe on the covered toilet seat, bending down to clean his wound. he groans when you gently press the cloth against his eye. he looks up at you with a puppy-like expression, hissing under his breath, "it hurts."
you shrug, lightening the pressure, "well you shouldn't have been fighting."
he hums distant, his eyes dropping to your cleavage. "eyes up here, cameron."
rafe pulls you into him once you finish, smirking when you relax in his hold. running your fingers through his blond strands, you tell him, "next time, tell me you're coming over hours in advance, just 'cause we went out once doesn't mean you show up unannounced," you add.
he smirks, toying with the satin belt of your robe. "so there's a next time?"
your roll your eyes, changing the subject, "keep this ice on your eye."
a/n: i fear this has been so overdone but it still eats
part one of two of the expansion to the clingybf!rafe headcannon contents: prank gone wrong, begging n pleading (*cheers*), crying wc: 506
you had been preparing for this prank for days now. growing quieter and distant just to seal the deal. although you knew rafe would fall for it even without preparation.
you previously hid your phone's camera behind a plant in your living room. your parents weren't home for the chaos that would ensue, so you knew it was the perfect time to strike.
CLINGYBF!RAFE HEADCANNONS!
a few clingybf!rafe headcannons but i fear they're lowk canon... contents: s1 rafe sooo, yearner!rafe wc: 316
let's begin with the obvious, clingybf!rafe cannot keep his hands off of you. if he's not getting withdrawal symptoms from the coke, it's definitely from not being able to touch you. at first, it would be small touches, hands shyly brushing against each other. once he understands you won't leave him, he's engulfing you from behind, burying his head in the crook of your neck. doesn't matter whether it's just you or around others.
clingybf!rafe will 100% blow your phone up. he doesn't care if you're just at home or out with friends. one text message would turn into twenty. he's already called you and facetimed you multiple times before. he needs you to answer. needs to know that you're not done with him. needs to know that you still love him.
don't even think about pranking clingybf!rafe. current boyfriend trend? not happening. fake breakup prank? now tears are brimming in his eyes. he's taking that one seriously. his brain couldn't even comprehend the thought of you leaving him.
say you had an argument that caused you to split up, clingybf!rafe is at your front door, fist pounding, shouting for you. he doesn't care that your parents are home or that your neighbors are peeking outside of their windows. rafe needs you to come down and let him make things right.
to expand on the previous thought, he's already woken your whole cul-de-sac, and ignored your parents telling him to go home, yet clingybf!rafe still calls for you. why? 'cause he knows you'll come outside. when you do, he's immediately grasping onto you, hands shakily cupping your cheeks. dilated pupils flickering around your face, like you were a figment of his imagination. his thumb would massage the wrinkle that formed between your frowning eyebrows. he would mumble apologies, promising to fix his mistakes as long as you stay with him.
a/n: hitting flow state when i write w early season rafe in mind (merry late xmas!!)
JEALOUS!
after noticing the attention librarian!reader has been receiving, frat!rafe gets jealous... contents: language, mentions of violence, fluff at the end wc: 708
you were practically invisible around campus before rafe. you sat in lectures alone, ate lunch alone, and worked your shifts in the near-desolate library alone. you were in your own bubble, and you missed it.
yes, you loved rafe, but you preferred to not be ambushed by random people daily. whether that was being swarmed by people in the café during rare times rafe didn't eat with you, or when people would ask questions unrelated to the library, imposing on your relationship.
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EPISODE THREE - TRUTH OR DARE!
despite not being a couple, rafe believed he had authority over you... contents: long chapter beware, usage of (y/n), language, confrontations, mentions of drug use, violence, flashbacks wc: 1.4k
director: "it got quite spicy during the heart rate challenge, didn't it?"
"i guess it did, huh? [laughs] "i don't know what came over me, honestly."
director: "looking back at the footage, both the crew and viewers sense some chemistry between you and rafe."
"wow, well i guess i did my job right then."
director: what was going through your mind during the heart rate challenge?"
"i was super nervous and in the back of my mind i was like: "how am i gonna pull this off?"
"i even thought rafe was gonna push me off of him until i really looked at him. he looked like he was ready to risk it all."
director: "one last thing— what did you mean by country club? the nickname seemed familiar."
"oh i don't know, i was just into the bit, and i guess it slipped?" [grimaces]
director: "any thoughts on the heart rate challenge, rafe?"
"i mean what can i not say about it? i gotta say i was surprised (y/n) didn't do that for that jj guy."
director: "you guys seemed well acquainted with each other while your hands were... under her skirt."
"i mean, they had been before—"
PUT HER IN CHANEL!
just rafe being desperate for a date with kookprincess!reader! contents: desperate!rafe (once again), reader makes fun of him, childhood acquaintances to lovers lol, language wc: 397
you've known rafe for as long as you could, unfortunately, remember. living in the same cul-de-sac since you were kids, and he always made himself known to you. whether that was befriending topper—the kid who lived across the street from you—to play football together. to which he always coincidentally managed to land the ball in your yard.
then, as a teenager, he became the self-proclaimed 'kook king'; you couldn't take him seriously once everybody began calling him that. his ego grew so much because of that, too, thinking he could ask you out at a party one evening.
"c'mon, i'm the richest guy on the island," he huffed. "i could give you everything you want n' more."
"why would i want anything from you?" your gaze scrutinizing. "plus isn't 'your' money actually ward's?"
if it were any of the other assholes on the island, they would've made sure to insult you before storming off. not rafe. if anything, it made him pursue you more. he loved the chase, and chase you he would.
you thought he would start out small. handwritten notes, chocolates, teddy bears, even. yet you underestimated how much rafe cameron truly knew you.
gift boxes wrapped intentionally, piled high in your doorway. bouquets of flowers packed onto your porch. not just any kind of flowers either, your favorite baby pink roses, rafe consistently saw on your social media.
he'd stand in your driveway. smirking proudly as you stared at the scene in front of you. "how 'bout now?" he would ask.
with your face deadpanned and your puppy sniffing the unfamiliar items, you'd tell him, "still a no, cameron."
rejection after rejection, rafe never faltered. even when you told him that your room was overflowing with his gifts. "i'll slow down when you go out with me," he'd tell you, receiving an eye roll from you in return.
years down the line, you finally accepted when he slammed a wad of cash down in front of you. "what is this and how'd you find me here?" you questioned.
you were about to tell him off when he put your hand on his chest. the puppy in your purse barking at the sudden movement.
"you feel how fast my heart beats every time i see you?" your widened eyes look back into his dilated ones, "just one date alright? i just want one chance to prove i can take care of you."
saw the hottest doctor while visiting my friend at the hospital and now we can't stop imagining doctor!rafe........
DOCTOR YOU!
when a drunken night lands your friend in the hospital, you catch the eye of a handsome doctor... contents: doctor!rafe, a bit of an age gap by a few years, meet cute, size difference wc: 626
at one point this evening, you and your friend were having the time of your lives. dancing wildly to the surprisingly good music that the dj played. being the designated driver of the night, you mainly chatted at the bar. occasionally glancing at your friend who had downed more shots than you could count.
with your friend stumbling out of the bar drunkenly, you should've known an accident was bound to happen. one slip on a jacked-up sidewalk and a broken heel, and you were left sitting on an uncomfortable hospital chair.
"did you see my doctor earlier? he's totally your type," your friend comments.
you shot her a look," no, i was too busy assuring your safety to your mother."
your toothbrush one shot was the first thing i saw from you and let’s just say… i’m obsessed
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BIKERBF!RAFE HEADCANNONS!
some headcannons i made for bikerbf!rafe! contents: language, past drug usage, fluff, gif not mine wc: 433
bikerbf!rafe, who met you after the wheels of his motorcycle splashed you. the muddy water soaked your clothes just as you were about to make it to your first lecture. the grungy water is staining your white cami. speckles of dirt left on your pink mini skirt.
"oh shit," he muttered as he removed his helmet, revealing his tousled, dirty blond hair.
bikerbf!rafe, who was going to apologize to you until you stomped over to him. your kitten heels are hitting the damp pavement with irritation written across your face.
"you were just going way over the speed limit, y'know that?" you scolded.
"and you just ruined my new skirt," you shrieked, finally noticing the greyish stains on the fabric.
bikerbf!rafe, who just thought you were so amusing. smirking and laughing under his breath while you rambled on about your clothes. your lip jutted out in a pout when he interrupted you. "can't do anythin' if you keep bitchin' about your skirt, sweetheart."
"well, for starters, you can take me back home so i can change, then i expect a reimbursement for my outfit."
he snorted at your requests until he noticed your deadpanned face. "you serious?"
bikerbf!rafe, who ended up doing exactly what you said. putting the spare helmet over your head. letting you wrap your arms around his midsection. he even drove less recklessly, chuckling at the way your grip tightened on him when he revved the engine.
bikerbf!rafe, who waited outside of your house. leaning against his bike as he lit a cigarette. something he found himself reaching for instead of harder drugs.
bikerbf!rafe, who sent you more than the amount of money you asked him to send you. brushing it off when you insisted it was too much. "just go to class, sweetheart. i'll see you soon."
bikerbf!rafe, who continued to stick around. becoming your personal chauffeur while also being your boyfriend. waiting for you outside your house before your lectures, then outside of your classes. a faint smile on his lips as he watched you walk to him excitedly.
bikerbf!rafe, who doesn't like physical touch. except when it came from you. immediately accepting your hug when you hold your arms out for him. lifting you slightly off the ground, your giggles filling his ears.
bikerbf!rafe, who loved taking you on late-night bike rides. the feeling of your body heat against his. the way you rested your head on his back because you were tired.
bikerbf!rafe, who found the one thing to love more than his bike. you.
TOOTHBRUSH!
enjoying the early stages of your relationship with rafe! contents: established relationship, rafe's quite clingy, flufff, gif not mine wc: 290
the sound of shuffling wakes you up. the afternoon sunlight casts a warm hue around rafe's bedroom.
still wrapped in the soft comforter, you sit up. you notice the dress you wore last night hanging on the door. your eyes then land on rafe, watching his back muscles flex as he pulls a t-shirt over his head. you linger at the sight before tossing the covers off of you.
as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, rafe looks up, chuckling lightly at your disheveled appearance. "where you goin', doll?"
"gonna start heading out," you tell him, stretching your limbs. "thank you for the shirt, by the way."
he makes quick strides across the room, caging you in between his arms. "you busy or somethin'?" you shake your head.
"then stay for a while," he says, flopping on the bed beside you.
"aren't you busy?" you counter, looking at him in wonder.
"for you? never," he says with that smirk that never failed to make your face flush.
you soon end up in his bathroom, sitting on top of the marble counter. the smooth surface is cooling your thighs as you brush your teeth. your eyes drift to rafe occasionally before looking away when he meets your gaze.
"you know you can look at me, right? m'all yours," he tells you before spitting the minty substance into the sink.
you stay silent, letting his words sink in as you finish brushing your teeth.
"you really mean that?" you question, your gaze hopeful.
"'course i do," he says, gently dragging you closer to him. his palms rest on your hips. his eyes were fixed on your lips before meeting your eyes. "i don't say things i don't mean."
MAIN THING!
nurse!reader spending her birthday with military!rafe!contents: rafe spoiling reader (as he should), established relationship (new relationship), fluff, a little suggestive wc: 570
the hotel room looked fit for royalty. large, bronze accented furniture with velvet tufted cushioning. intricate shell detailing hand-carved into the furnishings.
the light fixtures were just as grand as the rest of the furniture in the room. the chandelier hanging over the bed had more crystals than you could count. the bedside lamps had an antique look. floral hand-painted designs wrapped around the ceramic base.
everything from the bedsheets to the pillowcases were one hundred percent egyptian cotton. the fabric is gentle and smooth against your skin.
if anything, the bathroom looked more incredible than bedroom. the recessed lighting gave it a modernized feel. the combined shower-tub and toilet were separate from the sink.
the mirror spanned across the marble counter. the ornate mirror frame was centered in front of the sink. white roses and orchids were also set on the counter.
aside from the luxurious furniture, the bedroom was decorated with baby pink ribbons and clear balloons, lightly filled with gold confetti. gift bags were placed sparsely around the bed, some on the nightstands. victoria's secret bags filled the remaining space. presents that couldn't be placed in bags were neatly laid out on the bed.