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which one?

you never know which rafe you’re gonna get.

it’s like a mystery every time, like flipping a coin you’re not sure you even want to catch.

you could get the side you love, crave, need. the soft one. the one who looks at you like there’s nothing else in the world worth seeing. his fingers threading gently through your hair, slow and absentminded, like he’s memorizing every strand. his voice low, barely above a whisper, words meant only for you, like secrets the night itself isn’t allowed to hear.

the one who lays with you under the stars, shoulder to shoulder, your bodies pressed close beneath the quiet glow of the moonlight. he points up at the sky, tracing constellations you don’t even recognize, making up stories just to hear you laugh. and in those moments, he feels easy. safe. like something you could almost trust.

but then there’s the other side of rafe.

the one you try not to think about when he’s being soft with you.

the one who goes quiet in a way that doesn’t feel peaceful. just distant. like he’s there, right in front of you, but already halfway gone. his jaw tight, his eyes harder, like something behind them has shut you out completely.

his touch isn’t gentle then. it’s brief, distracted, like he doesn’t even realize you’re reaching for him. like you’re something he can walk away from without a second thought.

and it leaves you guessing. always guessing.

because one second, he’s tracing  his fingers against your skin, telling you things that make your chest ache in the best way.

and the next.

he’s a stranger.

and you’re left wondering which version of him was real to begin with.

like now. 

the panic came fast. 

your hands were already shaking when you grabbed your phone, vision slightly blurred as you tried to focus on his name. your chest felt too tight, like every breath got stuck halfway in, like something inside you was closing in fast.

you pressed call.

once.

it rang. and rang. and rang.

no answer.

your stomach dropped, panic twisting sharper, meaner. you pulled the phone closer, like that would somehow make him pick up, like he could feel how bad it was getting.

you called again.

your breathing stuttered, uneven, your free hand clutching at your shirt, right over your chest, like you could force your heart to slow down.

“come on… come on, rafe…” your voice barely made it out, shaky, thin.

the line clicked.

“yeah?”

his voice hit you wrong immediately.

not soft. not warm.

flat. distracted.

like you’d interrupted something.

you swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing, but it only made it worse. “r-rafe—” your voice cracked, and you hated it, hated how small it sounded. “i—i can’t—”

a burst of laughter echoed faintly through the phone. not his. other voices. loud, careless.

he exhaled, impatient. “what?”

your chest tightened further.

“i just— i don’t feel—” your words kept breaking apart,. “i can’t breathe right—”

another pause.

then, quieter, but not softer.

just lowered so the others wouldn’t hear.

“i’m with the guys right now.”

like that explained everything.

like that meant you should be fine.

your grip on the phone tightened, your vision swimming. “please don’t hang up,” you whispered, the words rushed, fragile, like they might shatter if you said them any louder.

another laugh in the background. someone calling his name.

he sighed.

and for a second, you didn’t know which version of him you were going to get.

“i’m busy, kay?” 

“but i need you..” 

a sound of movement. 

“i said i’m busy.”

and then nothing. just the loud beep. the call disconnecting.

and as the tears fall, you wonder why. 

why is it this way?

why do you feel like a fool for loving him?

and why, why does he not care?

i remember working on this for days, then i forgot about it, and i have just found it in my notes app so..

[mariclerc]

caribbean beauty — 05 forgiveness and jealousy | rafe cameron

Warnings: emotional talk, fluff, soft rafe and jealous!reader.

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It had been a warm, breezy evening, the kind that made even the wildest hearts settle. JJ had built a solid bonfire in the sand just off the back of Poguelandia, and someone brought s’mores supplies and a Bluetooth speaker. The vibes were perfect, mellow music, soft laughter, firelight dancing on familiar faces.

You were on Rafe’s lap in one of the faded camping chairs. He was relaxed, legs stretched out, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his big hands loosely wrapped around your thighs. You were wearing one of your cute little skirts with a tank top, your body language loose and carefree. You were glowing tonight, the kind of glowing that came from healing, from loving and being loved in return.

Kie spoke up. “I swear, y’all are disgusting now.” she teased.

Cleo grinned. “Honestly, I didn’t know Rafe had this side in him. Who knew all it took was a short, soft girl from Venezuela to melt the ice king?”

“My brother? Melting?? Someone get it on camera.” Sarah gasped mockingly.

Rafe gave them all a lazy smirk but didn’t even bother defending himself. His chin was resting on your shoulder, eyes closed for a moment as his fingers played idly with the hem of your skirt. He was home. Not just physically, but emotionally.

You twisted a little in his lap to grab your drink from the ground. “Papi, can you hold this real quick?” you said softly without thinking. (daddy)

Everything stopped. The air literally went still for a second, the crackle of the fire, the music, your breath.

JJ spitted his beer. “WHAT did she just say?”

Sarah was shocked. “Oh my god.”

“Nah, nah, nah... Papi?!” Cleo laughed.

You froze, eyes wide. The cup was midair in your hand, your fingers still outstretched toward Rafe, who now had the most ridiculous, slow-building grin on his face. He took the drink from you gently, placed it on the little log beside him, and leaned in with that glint in his eye.

“Did you just call me papi in front of everybody, baby?” he whispered low into your ear.

Your whole face was burning. You turned to look at him, your eyes wide with panic and mortification.

“I- Rafe, I didn’t... it just came out, I swear.” you started rambling fast.

He pulled you in closer with a low chuckle, arms locking around your waist like he wasn’t about to let you run anywhere.

“Nah, nah. Don’t backtrack now, mami. You really meant that.” he teased you playfully. (mommy)

“I’m never gonna recover from this. Rafe Cameron got a girl callin’ him papi in the wild.” John B howled.

Kie laughed. “He’s blushing right now. Oh my god, you both are blushing.”

You hid your face in his hoodie, your laugh muffled by the fabric as Rafe just grinned and tilted his head back toward the sky like he was so damn proud. Like he’d just won something no one else ever would.

“What can I say? Girl’s got good taste.” Rafe said out loud to the group.

He dropped a kiss to your temple and kept his arms wrapped tight around you.

But then, his voice dipped quieter, just for you.

“That word hits different when you say it. Don’t care who’s listening.” he said softly.

You lifted your head slowly, still flushed, but there was this light in your eyes now, a kind of freedom you hadn’t felt in so long. Like maybe you didn’t have to hide anymore.

“It just slipped out ‘cause… I really do feel safe with you. Loved. Like… I can finally just be.” you said in a whisper.

He looked at you like you hung the damn stars in the sky. “That’s all I ever want, princesa. For you to feel exactly like that.”

Suddenly JJ pretended to gag. “Okay, but like… get a room.”

Rafe grinned and pulled you tighter. “We have a room. Y’all are in our fire pit right now.”

Everyone burst out laughing.

You stayed there in his arms, your head resting on his shoulder as the conversation picked back up around the fire. Every now and then, Rafe would whisper “papi” under his breath and smirk when you got all flustered again.

But deep down, you both knew what it meant now. That tiny word, born from trust and healing, had just taken on a new life. And he’d never let you forget the first time you said it out loud, proud and unfiltered, in front of the world.

***

The sky outside is soft, pastel-colored. You’re standing in front of your old front door, your hand hovering for a second before you knock. Rafe is not with you today, you asked for this moment alone. Your heart is steady, you are not the same girl who once ran from this house in tears... Not anymore.

Your mom opens the door. She’s surprised, but not unkind.

“Mira nada más… mi niña. Pensé que estabas muy ocupada para venir.” she spoke softly. (Look at that... my girl. I thought you were too busy to come.)

You offer her a small, respectful smile, stepping inside as the familiar scent of her cooking and the polished wood floors wrap around you like a memory.

“Quería pasar un rato… hablar contigo.” you said gently. (I wanted to spend some time... talking to you.)

She nods, hesitant. You both sit in the small kitchen, the same one where so many words, too many, had been said in the past.

There's a moment of silence. Then, she breaks it.

“Estás diferente… más… tranquila. Hay algo en tus ojos, como si ya no tuvieras miedo.” she said. (You're different... more... calm. There's something in your eyes, as if you're no longer afraid.)

You exhale, surprised at how that hits you. But you smile, because it’s true. “No tengo miedo, mamá. Ya no.” you spoke. (I'm not afraid, Mom. Not anymore.)

She looks down at her hands, almost ashamed.

“Sé que antes decía cosas que… te hacían daño. No lo entendía, pensaba que te estaba ayudando, pero ahora… veo que solo te herí.” (I know I used to say things that… hurt you. I didn't understand it; I thought I was helping you, but now… I see that I only hurt you.)

You blink, stunned for a second. “¿Lo reconoces?” you asked her softly. (Do you recognize it?)

She nods slowly, her eyes glistening. “A veces escucho mi voz en mi cabeza y me doy cuenta… yo también fui herida por mi mamá, por mi abuela. Pero eso no es excusa. Tú merecías palabras dulces, no juicios.” (Sometimes I hear my own voice in my head and I realize… I was hurt by my mother, by my grandmother, too. But that's no excuse. You deserved kind words, not judgment.)

You breathe out hard, tears springing to your eyes.

“Gracias por decir eso.” you whispered. (Thank you for saying that.)

She reaches across the table, placing her hand over yours. There’s weight in that gesture, a kind of bridge rebuilding itself.

“Cuéntame… cómo estás ahora, de verdad.” she asked you with a soft smile. (Tell me... how are you now, really.)

You smile, wiping your cheeks gently, and something shifts inside you. You want to share it all. The growth, the joy, the softness you’ve cultivated with Rafe, the warmth of a life that feels yours now.

“Estoy feliz, mamá. De verdad. Sigo con Rafe que me trata con tanta dulzura… que me hace sentir bonita hasta cuando estoy llorando.” (I'm happy, Mom. I really am. I'm still with Rafe, who treats me so sweetly... he makes me feel beautiful even when I'm crying.)

Her eyebrows raise slightly, cautiously intrigued.

“Él me llama "mami"… a veces "princesa", o cuando me quiere hacer reír, me dice "chiquita peligrosa". you smiled, your cheeks are warming. (He calls me "mommy"... sometimes "princess", or when he wants to make me laugh, he says "dangerous little girl".)

You both laugh, her eyes widening.

“¿Y tú? ¿Tú cómo le dices?” she asked teasingly. (And you? How do you call him?)

You bite your lip. “Papi”... pero eso no se lo digas a nadie, ¿okay?” (Daddy... But don't tell anyone, okay?)

You both burst out laughing again, a real laugh this time, there's no tension underneath it. You place a hand on your chest, feeling the sincerity of the moment settle in your body.

“Nunca pensé que podría sentirme tan… libre, mamá. No perfecta, no flaquita, no como alguien que necesita arreglarse… sino amada. Así como soy, con mi pancita, mis días malos, mis bailes espontáneos en la sala.” (I never thought I could feel so… free, Mom. Not perfect, not skinny, not like someone who needs fixing up… but loved. Just as I am, with my little belly, my bad days, my spontaneous dances in the living room)

Her hand covers her mouth as tears slide down her cheeks. “Perdóname hija… por hacerte creer que tu valor venía de tu cuerpo. Por hacerte pensar que tenías que esconderte.” (Forgive me, daughter… for making you believe your worth came from your body. For making you think you had to hide.)

You reach for her hand now, squeezing it tight.

“Estoy aprendiendo a perdonarte, día tras día.” (I am learning to forgive you, day by day.)

She leans forward, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear like she used to when you were little. “Y estoy tan orgullosa de ti, mi niña. Por tener el valor de sanar… y por enseñarme cómo amarte mejor.” (And I'm so proud of you, my girl. For having the courage to heal... and for teaching me how to love you better.)

You sit there a while, sipping coffee that she made for you just like old times. The silence between you isn’t heavy anymore, it’s full. She listens as you talk about your days with Rafe, how you’ve started wearing crop tops again, how he looks at you like you’re magic when you dance.

She doesn’t interrupt, she doesn’t judge, she just smiles.

You walk out of the house hours later, the sky already turning navy blue. And for the first time in years, you don’t leave crying.

You leave lighter.

***

You walk into Tannyhill quietly, slipping off your sneakers by the door. The sound of a movie hums from the living room. Rafe’s sprawled on the couch, socked feet up on the coffee table, shirt halfway unbuttoned, abs lazily peeking through, his head turns the moment he hears the door shut.

“Hey, baby… you’re back.” he says softly and surprised.

You smile, a little tired. But there’s a kind of glow in your face that makes him sit up straighter.

“Yeah. Just got in, it went okay.”

He walks over to you immediately, hands settling gently on your hips. He leans down, his forehead brushing yours, his voice drops to that warm, low murmur he saves just for you.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked gently.

You nod, tugging his hand as you guide him into the bedroom. You both sit cross-legged on the bed, knees touching. It’s quiet for a moment, just the sound of the fan spinning overhead and the waves outside in the distance.

Then you take a breath. “She apologized.”

His brows lift, he blinks in disbelief, like he wasn’t expecting that to be the first thing you said.

“She said she realizes now… that what she used to say wasn’t love. That it was hurt talking.”

Rafe doesn’t say anything yet, just watches you. His hands are warm over your knees.

“And for the first time, I didn’t cry in front of her because I was broken. I cried because I felt free.” you sighed softly.

His hands move up your thighs slowly, grounding you.

“I told her about us. About how you call me “mami” and “princesa” and how you kiss my belly like it’s the most sacred thing in the world and she laughed.” you giggled.

He grinned. “Bet she wasn’t expecting that.”

You laugh too, softly, but it bubbles up with relief. You lay back against the pillows, stretching like you’ve released something that’s lived in your spine for years.

“I told her how I feel now… how I’ve started loving my body, my thighs, my voice. I even told her I danced in the living room and didn’t care if my belly showed.”

He climbs into bed next to you, propping himself on one elbow, watching you like you’ve hung the moon. “You danced without me? Now that hurts.”

You giggled. “It was a solo show, papi.”

He groans playfully, burying his face in your stomach, pressing a soft kiss to the skin just above your waistband.

“You kill me, every damn day.”

There’s a silence that settles, not empty, but full. You trace your finger along his forearm.

“You know… I used to think I’d never be good enough. That no matter how thin I got, or how perfect I acted, it’d never be enough.” you whispered.

He shifts, cupping your jaw gently, lifting your face so your eyes meet. “You are so much more than enough. You’re too much, actually. Like… breathtaking, dangerous. Can’t look away kind of beautiful.”

Your throat tightens, tears stinging again, but this time, not from pain.

“It took me years to believe that… and you helped me get there.”

He kisses you. Not rushed, not lustful. Just deep, full of everything he doesn’t know how to say with words. When he pulls back, his voice is barely above a whisper.

“You gave me someone to fight for. But more than that… you gave you to me. And baby, I swear, I’ll never stop proving you were safe to do that.”

You curl into his chest, your leg wrapping around his waist like second nature. His hand traces slow circles on your back. “I think… I’m gonna keep wearing the clothes I like again. The ones I used to avoid because they showed too much.”

He pulls back to look at you, eyes full of pride.

“You better. 'Cause that short skirt from the other day? I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

You laugh, smacking his shoulder, and he catches your hand, pressing kisses to your knuckles like you’re royalty.

He whistles. “Mami’s got her glow back. And I’m just here trying to survive it.”

You both dissolve into giggles, your foreheads pressed together.

Later that night, curled under the sheets, you feel something shift. Not in your body, but in your heart. You’re not at war with yourself anymore... You’re home.

***

There's a glowing night beach party on Figure Eight. Tiki torches flicker along the sand, music pulses through the warm air, and everyone’s in a golden kind of mood. You and Rafe arrive, hand in hand. You’re in a strappy little dress that hugs your curves perfectly, and he hasn’t stopped looking at you since you walked out the door.

Rafe has his arm slung over your waist as you make your way toward the makeshift dance floor where a reggaetón remix is playing. The Pogues and Kooks are surprisingly coexisting tonight, peace brokered through shared tequila and the summer heat. Sarah waves you over, and Kie hands you a drink with a wink.

“Okay, okay, mami, you better dance tonight.” Kie tease you.

You laugh, giving a little hip sway as Rafe whistles low in appreciation behind you.

“Oh, she’s dancing. And I’m not letting her out of my sight.”

You giggle as he pulls you close, your back against his chest, his hands resting low on your hips. You dance like you were made to move together, sensual, sweet, slow when the song drops, fast when it builds. You’re tipsy on rhythm and rum, dizzy with joy, and your cheeks hurt from smiling.

You tilt your face up toward him. “This feels like a dream.”

He kisses your forehead. “Nah, baby. Dreams don’t even come close.”

A few songs later, you both wander off toward the open bar area to cool down. He stands behind you with his hands on your hips as you talk excitedly to Cleo. A couple of people recognize him, and he nods politely, always keeping one hand on you.

Then… she shows up.

A woman, maybe in her late thirties or forties, who knows, walks over in towering heels, an expensive silky dress that clings to her surgically-snatched body. She’s tanned, blonde, and confident. You instantly clock her energy: it's giving cougar meets business mogul fantasy.

She glances at you briefly, a tight-lipped smile, before zeroing in on Rafe like a lioness eyeing a younger meal.

“You’re Rafe Cameron, right?” she spoke with a wide smile on her face.

He raises an eyebrow at her, not rude but wary. “Yeah, that’s me... Can I help you?”

“I don't know if you remember me but I'm Hollis Robinson, I used to be friends with your father for a long time... And I have to say that you’ve grown up quite well. All the energy, the reputation, the name…” she touches his bicep lightly as if you weren't there standing next to him.

You shift slightly and Rafe’s hand tightens on your waist. “Appreciate it.” he said a little dry.

Hollis smiled and spoke again. “I actually came to talk business, there’s a deal in the works with some properties near the marina. It's big money, but it needs someone… let’s say, agile, who knows the local business. And you have that edge, that fire...”

She leans in closer, her perfume is cloying and expensive, her hand brushing his chest now, as if she were trying to insinuate something else than business. You stare at her, your body tensing but you're playing it cool.

Rafe steps back slightly, not rude, but firm. “Look, Hollis. I really appreciate the kind words, but I’m here with someone. My girl.”

He glances down at you like you’re his whole world, and you feel the heat rush to your cheeks when he grabs your hand and lifts it, intertwining your fingers.

“We’re celebrating tonight, she’s it for me.”

Hollis paused, blinking, surprised at how direct he is. She glances at you again, and this time it’s longer, her eyes dragging over you, like she’s trying to figure out what he sees.

“Of course. Well, if you change your mind… I'd like to know what you think.” she smirked at Rafe.

She hands him a business card, but he doesn’t take it. Instead, he nudges it back toward her with the back of his hand.

“Thank you... But nah, I’m good where I’m at.”

Hollis raised a brow, clearly not used to being turned down, but she shrugs, offering one last tight smile before walking away.

The moment she’s gone, you release the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“She was… quite intense.” you said quietly.

He pulled you into him. “She was nothing.”

You look up at him, unsure if you should say what’s bubbling inside you, but the words fall out soft and small.

“She touched you like I wasn’t even here.”

He cups your face with both hands, tilting your head up. “Hey, look at me. Look at me, baby.”

You meet his gaze.

“I don’t care who she is or what she wanted. You think there’s a deal worth more than this? Than you? Hell no.”

He leans down, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that’s slow, deep, and full of promises. People around you whistle, but he doesn’t stop, he kisses you like you’re the only person in the universe.

When he finally pulls back, you’re breathless.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours. Always.”

You nod, eyes glassy, and he kisses the tip of your nose.

“Now, c’mon. Let’s dance again... But next time someone comes near me, you gotta dance dirtier so they really get the message.” he smirked.

You laugh through your blush and let him lead you back to the music. And this time, when he moves with you, your bodies pressed together, you’re not just dancing, you’re claiming each other.

And the whole party can feel it.

***

You’re standing near the bed in your shared bedroom, in front of the long mirror, unzipping your dress slowly. Your heels are already off, your hair a little messy from dancing and the ocean breeze. The silky dress slips down your body and pools at your ankles, and you step out of it with a sigh.

Now in just your lacy bra and underwear, delicate, soft pink, you reach for an oversized tee, but Rafe’s voice stops you gently.

“Wait, wait, wait, don’t cover that up yet. I’m still recovering.” he groaned softly.

You laugh quietly, a little shy under his stare, turning toward him. He’s lying sideways across the bed, shirt half unbuttoned, his hair tousled and eyes heavy-lidded from the day, but when he looks at you, it’s like nothing else in the world exists.

“Stop it, you’re staring.” you say teasingly.

“Yeah, and? Like I said at the party, I’m good where I’m at.”

You giggle as you sit on the edge of the bed, brushing your fingers through your hair. He props himself up on his elbow and grins, watching you fondly.

“That woman… God. The way she touched your arm like I was invisible?” you spoke sarcastically.

He scoffed. “She was so serious about it too, like some kind of villain in a soap opera or something.”

He deepens his voice dramatically.

"You have that edge, that fire..." he did a mock shudder. “I thought she was gonna eat me alive right there.”

You burst into laughter, covering your face.

“Stop! I’m gonna choke. Eres tan tonto.” you giggled (you’re so dumb.)

He sits up and lean foward. “Nah, for real. The way her hand crept up my chest? I felt like I was being hunted.”

You laughed harder. “Like a National Geographic special?”

You chuckled. “Exactly. Like Predator: Cougars of the Outer Banks.”

You fall sideways onto the bed, holding your stomach as you laugh, your cheeks glowing pink. Rafe chuckles too, the sound deep and warm in his chest. He crawls closer to you, his hand tracing up your arm softly now.

“But the best part? Was you. The way you stood there, all calm, like, "I’m not gonna say anything… but I’m watching."

You sighed. “I wasn’t calm, I was… boiling inside.”

He smirked. “Still, you handled it. Regal, dangerous, all mami vibes.”

You blush even deeper at the nickname, your hand coming up to hide your face again.

“She made me feel… like I wasn’t enough. Like I wasn’t glamorous or powerful or important.” you spoke softly.

He spoke serious, with a low voice. “Baby, she could’ve had all the money, all the confidence, all the heels in the world, that wouldn’t matter. She didn’t have you, she didn’t have that laugh… or those hips that move like they were made for reggaeton, or those soft eyes that make me forget everything bad I’ve ever done.”

He leans down, brushing his lips against your shoulder, then the curve of your neck, soft and reverent.

“You don’t even know what you do to me when you take off that dress and look at me like I matter.”

You swallow hard, your heart thudding in your chest. His words always hit you where it counts.

You sighed. “You always know exactly what to say.”

“Because I mean it. You think you’re just the quiet, sweet girl, but you got fire under all that softness. You got this… glow, honey. And it burns everything else out of the picture.”

You turn to face him fully now, still in just your underwear, your legs curled beneath you on the bed. He touches your cheek gently, brushing a strand of hair away.

“You make me feel like I can be any version of myself… and you’ll still want me.”

He whispred. “That’s ‘cause I do, I want all of you. The sweet, shy, giggly version, the one who’s still learning how to love her body, the one who says “papi” when she wants something.” he smirked. “Even the jealous version that looked like she was ready to throw hands with a 40 year old sugar mama.”

You laugh again and cover your face in your hands.

“I was ready! Just give me the earrings to take off and I’m swinging.”

He grinned. “That’s my girl.”

He leans forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. You settle on him easily, arms around his neck, feeling his breath against your collarbone.

“Thank you for making me laugh about it. And for choosing me, every time.”

“Always, princesa. Always.” (princess)

He kisses your bare shoulder again, then your jawline, then finally your lips, soft and slow, a kiss that seals the whole night with warmth and love.

The room smells like saltwater and vanilla. Outside, the party is dying down. But here, it’s quiet and safe and yours.

He holds you there in his lap for a while longer, just rocking slightly, your fingers stroking the back of his hair, his lips occasionally brushing your skin. You can feel him relax under your touch, and you realize that while he protects you fiercely in public, in private, you are his peace.

***

It's late morning at the beach, the air is golden and warm, the waves crashing softly in the distance. There’s music coming from a Bluetooth speaker buried in the sand. The Pogues are scattered around a big blanket with snacks and towels, some already out in the water. Rafe’s arms are wrapped around you from behind, both of you barefoot in the sand, his chin resting on your shoulder as you watch the waves.

“You ready, mami?” he whispered softly in your ear.

You smile, heart pounding just a little. You’re wearing a white linen cover-up over your new bikini. It’s the first time since your healing began that you’ve dared to wear something like this in front of people. The top hugs your chest snugly, and the bottoms show more skin than you ever let before. You hesitated in the mirror this morning, even fidgeted with the waistband a few times, whispering in Spanish to yourself as you tried to talk yourself into it... But those thoughts doesn't matter right now.

You nod and smile, slowly slipping off your cover-up with a breath held in your chest. You feel the breeze kiss your skin immediately, the warmth of the sun soaking into your stomach, your thighs, your collarbones.

The moment the Pogues catch a glimpse, JJ whistles low, and Sarah claps excitedly.

“Okay, okay! Someone’s out here stealin’ the whole damn show!” JJ says teasingly.

Sarah grinned at you. “You look so gorgeous, girl.”

“You been hidin’ that body all this time?” Cleo asked you with a little wink.

You laughed, your face flushing, your hands still twitching by your sides until Rafe pulls you toward him.

“That’s my girl, alright?” Rafe says loud enough for everyone to hear, but then he spoke softer, just for you. “I’m so proud of you, you don’t even know.”

You melt into his arms a little, feeling seen, feeling adored. He presses a kiss just below your ear, and you hum softly at the contact.

The day goes on, volleyball, snacks, splash fights. You and Sarah float in the water with sunglasses on while Rafe and JJ wrestle like idiots. You laugh so much your stomach aches, especially when Cleo dunks Pope without warning.

After a while, you come out of the water, laughing and brushing sand off your thighs. You notice Rafe’s staring again. He doesn’t hide it.

“¿Qué miras tanto?” you asked him playfully. (What are you staring at?)

He bites his bottom lip. “Just you, bein’ the hottest thing this beach has ever seen.”

You rolled your eyes. “Dios mío.” (my god)

Later in the afternoon, the sun now casting soft golden shadows, you’re all sitting in a loose circle on the blankets, sharing drinks and fresh fruit. Rafe has you tucked into his side, your legs stretched over his lap, and he’s playing with the string of your bikini bottom like he can’t help himself.

He starts talking to John B, completely unprompted.

“I swear, she’d be so cute pregnant.” he says while smiling.

You choked on your drink. “¿¡Qué!?” (what!?)

John B laughed. “Yo, what?!”

“You can’t just say that outta nowhere!” Sarah laughed with her eyes wide open.

“What? I’m serious! Like, imagine her with that little baby bump? Still wearin’ her tiny bikinis, all glowy ‘n shit?” Rafe says defensive, but laughing.

You stare at him, jaw dropped, cheeks redder than the watermelon in Pope’s hand.

“¡Maldito loco! ¿Estás bien de la cabeza?” you said to him while blushing furiously. (You crazy bastard! Are you out of your mind?)

“Nah, nah, I’m perfectly sane. Just in love.” he laughs his ass off.

“Te voy a matar…” you muttered to him. (I'm going to kill you)

“He’s gonna get smacked.” JJ dies of laughter.

Rafe kisses your cheek noisily. “She can try, but she loves me too much.”

You still red, trying to hide your face. “¡Cállate, Rafael!” (Shut up, Rafael!)

He just wraps both arms around you and pulls you into his lap in front of everyone, making a show of kissing your cheek, then your neck, then your shoulder.

“Say it again. I like when you call me Rafael when you’re mad.” he teases you.

You mumbled. “¡Eres un payaso!” (you're a dork!)

He just grins.

The beach is quieter now, a few people packing up. The Pogues are still by the water, and you and Rafe sit on your own blanket, wrapped in one towel, watching the sun sink low.

Your hand rests over his chest, and he traces soft circles on your thigh with his fingers.

“Thank you for making me feel beautiful today.” you say quietly.

Rafe speaks softly. “You are beautiful every day. But it meant everything to see you feel it too.”

You bury your face into his chest, smiling against his skin.

He spoke again after a little pause. “Next summer... we come back here, you in another dangerous bikini. Me, same job: guarding you from everyone else tryin’ to look.”

“And maybe I’ll be the one talking about babies next time.” you say playfully, giggling.

He chokes on his own breath. “Wait, what?”

You laughed. “¡Estoy bromeando!” (I'm joking!)

He groaned. “Girl, you can’t do that to me. My heart’s not built for that.”

You both fall back on the towel, tangled together, your laughter echoing across the sand, waves crashing softly in the distance.

And for the first time in your life... a beach day felt like freedom.

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about x rafe cameron ʚɞ

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… loves watching movies that remind him of being a child, being with his mother. His obsession for star wars is partly because of this.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… still has all of his star wars memorabilia from when he was a child. Most of it is in a box under his bed, except for his light sabers-which he keeps on one of his shelfs.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… has a soft spot for his two younger sisters, sarah and wheezie. He always tries to spend days with them 1:1, taking them places to do their favourite things. Rafe wants his sisters to always feel comfortable coming to him with whatever problem they have or any advice they may need.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… wants to be the opposite of his father, ward cameron. He wants to have good relationships with his family, rather than control and power over them. Wants to form real connections and friendships with people, and mostly-never wants to be alone like his father.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… actually hasn’t hooked up with that many women-contrary to popular belief. Rafe lost his virginity when he was sixteen, with a girl he really liked at the time. After that didn’t work out, because she ghosted him after hooking up, he’s only slept with two other women.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… always grew up around whimsy reader, and constantly found her to be a breath of fresh air. He never felt the need to be anyone but his actual self around whimsy reader.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… is secretly intelligent and can pick up any hobby or skill easily. However, rafe never sticks to one hobby consistently, always getting bored and moving on to the next thing.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… used to heavily struggle with his coke addiction, until one night when he was high, had a dream about his mom being disappointed in him. Since that night, he hasn’t touched the drug again.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… finds comfort in his best friends, topper and kelce. They’ve been best friends since elementary school and rafe couldn’t imagine his life without them. He is closer to kelce, as they are able to have deep conversations without rafe feeling like he’s being judged. Kelce is the one who’s always able to calm rafe down and help clear his head.

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On my mind | rafe cameron

summary: in which Rafe suffers an accident and loses his memory, causing him to do things his true self would never do.

warning: amnesia, pogue reader, rafe being friends with the pogues somehow, flashbacks, S2/S3 rafe, angst and fluff.

FARMERS MARKET, 18 MONTHS AGO...

You're buying strawberries, counting crumpled bills, apologizing to the vendor for taking too long. Across the market, Rafe Cameron stands frozen behind a display of honey. He's been watching you for ten minutes and you hasn't noticed, you never notices.

He speaks to himself, barely audible. “Just go over there, just say something. Just—”

You look up and your eyes meet for half a second. You give him a small, nervous smile, the kind you give a stranger on a nice day. Then you look away, grabbed your strawberries, and disappeared into the crowd.

Rafe doesn't move for a full minute. His heart is slamming against his ribs, he's never felt anything like this.

“Stupid, you're being so fucking stupid. She's a Pogue, she's nothing.” rafe murmured low, angry at himself.

He doesn't believe it, so he buys the honey anyway. He never eats it, he just keeps it on his nightstand, a reminder of the girl who smiled at him like he was just a person.

***

THE BEACH, 14 MONTHS AGO...

A bonfire. Kooks on one side, Pogues on the other, the usual invisible line draw in the sand. Rafe is totally drunk and kinda high on yayo, he's not wasted, just fuzzy enough to be dangerous. He's surrounded by people who laugh too loud and talk too much.

Then he sees you again.

You are sitting on a log with JJ and Kiara, roasting a marshmallow. You're laughing at something JJ said, your head tilted back, hair catching the firelight. You look happy, soft, untouchable.

Suddenly Topper slaps Rafe's shoulder. “Dude, you're staring.”

Rafe jerks his gaze away. “I'm not staring.”

Kelce spoke, a little tipsy. “You've been staring at that Pogue girl for like... twenty minutes. Which one is she? The quiet one?”

Rafe spoke again, his voice it's like ice. “I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.”

Topper laughed, oblivious. “Whatever, man. She's cute, but she's a fucking Pogue. She's not worth it.”

Rafe doesn't respond to that, he finishes his drink in one swallow and walks into the ocean fully clothed. When he comes out, soaking wet and shivering, he doesn't look at the bonfire again.

That night, he lies awake in his four-poster bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinks about a girl who doesn't even know his name.

***

THE GAS STATION, 6 MONTHS AGO...

Your car is sputtering, you're at the pump, counting change. You're ten dollars short and you are trying not to cry.

At the next pump, a black SUV. Rafe Cameron is filling his tank. He's wearing a gray t-shirt and sunglasses.

He's staring at you and you feel it, that prickling awareness, but you don't look up. You never look up, you're too scared of what you might see.

The truth is, there's some tension between you and Rafe because of all the altercations he's had with and towards the Pogues. And while the Pogues and Rafe are always fighting, you, on the other hand, you're the calm one in the group, the one who separates JJ when he's arguing with John B and vice versa; you hardly ever go on the treasure hunts with them, but you're always there to heal their wounds.

Rafe have an internal talk to himself. “Offer her the money you bitch, just offer. It's ten dollars. You have hundreds, you have thousands... Just walk over and—”

But he doesn't move, he watched you put back the change, get back in your car, and drive away with your gas light on. He stands at the pump for a long time after his tank is full.

“Coward... I'm a fucking coward to be a drug addict.” he speaks to the empty air.

But the real thing is that he doesn't know you're crying in your car, he doesn't know you've been in love with him for months, since the farmers market, maybe longer. He doesn't know that you look for him in every crowd, that you've memorized the way he walks, that you've written his name on the inside of your notebook and then scribbled it out...

But what she doesn't know either, just like he doesn't, is that he always liked her for years, long before Sarah was a pogue; whenever he wanted to hurt the pogues, he would first verify that she wasn't there with them, she doesn't know that every time he went to Barry's house in The Cut to get some yayo, he would make a detour to see if she had gone to work, when Sarah started hanging out with the Pogues, he discreetly and despite the hatred he felt for them, he subtly asked about her; what she did, what she liked, if she has a family, and so on... Sarah called him a psychopath and unhinged, but he never cared.

They are both cowards, they are both in love with each other, and they are both alone...

***

PRESENT DAY...

Rafe was driving aimlessly through the heavy rain; he had had a nasty fight with Ward before he boarded a plane to Guadalupe hours earlier. Ward had discovered that Rafe had been using the gold money to buy himself drugs and, on top of that, he had hidden some of that money for himself. This enraged Ward, who then beat him multiple times in the face, when Rafe saw that he was alone in Tannyhill, he shot a line and started driving with no apparent destination.

“Fuck him, fuck everything, I'll never be his golden son” he muttered as he drove.

Rafe was so engrossed in his internal monologue that he didn't notice a tree in front of him and had to brake, but it was too late, the tires screeched, and a sickening crunch of metal against an oak tree. Then, silence, except for the hissing of rain on a hot engine.

You are driving home from your late shift at the little cafeteria, your car headlights cut through the downpour and you see the wreck; Rafe's black SUV wrapped around a tree, steam pouring from the hood.

You pulled over, heart hammering. You're terrified of Rafe Cameron, everyone is. But you can't drive past, so you grabbed your first-aid kit, pulled your hood up, and runs to the driver's side door.

“Oh my God, oh my God. Hey! Can you hear me?” you shout over the rain, your voice is trembling.

The driver's side airbag is deflated and Rafe is slumped against the headrest, blood trickling from a gash on his temple. He's unconscious. You reached a shaking hand to his neck, checks for a pulse and it's there, weak, but there.

You sigh. “Okay okay, stay with me. I'm calling 911.”

You fumbled for your phone, and dialed and as you're giving the location, Rafe groans. His eyes flutter open and they're unfocused, confused, but not the cold, angry blue she's used to seeing.

He spoke up, his voice's raw, barely a whisper. “…where's the water?” he asked and unconsciously touches his head.

You're talking to the operator, hurried. “Yes, the corner of Sand Dollar and the Marsh Road. Yes, one male, unconscious but breathing. Head injury.” you spoke to Rafe now. “Don't move please, you've been in an accident.”

“Accident?” he tries to lift his head, winces, drops it back down. He squints at you. “Who are you?”

“I'm… I'm y/n. I'm just… I saw the crash.” you murmured.

He just stares at you, not with suspicion, but with a strange, raw innocence. “You're pretty.” he gave you a lopsided smirk.

You blinked, rain drips off her chin. This is not a sentence Rafe Cameron has ever said to you without a sneer attached.

You spoke again flustered, awkwardly. “You hit your head. Just… stay still, the ambulance is coming.”

“I don't…” he stopped and frown, looking past you at the mangled hood of his car, then at his own hands on the steering wheel. “I don't remember the road, I don't remember driving.”

“That's the shock, just hold on.”

Sirens wail in the distance, Rafe's gaze drifts back to your face, studying it like a puzzle he desperately wants to solve.

“Y/n... Do I know you?”

You do a painful and complicated pause. “We… run in different circles.”

“That's not an answer.” he says almost smiling despite the blood.

Paramedics arrive and they pulled you away. As they strap Rafe to a backboard, he keeps his eyes fixed on you, craning his neck against the restraints.

Suddenly he call you out, weak but insistent. “Hey! Y/n!”

You turned back, a little hesitant.

“My head feels like a broken radio, there's a lot of static. But you… you're the first clear thing I've heard.”

They load him into the ambulance, the doors close. You stand in the rain, absolutely soaked, your heart's racing for reasons that have nothing to do with the wreck.

***

DAY 2 – The Hospital

You shouldn't be here, you know you shouldn't. But you couldn't sleep, so you asked around to a friend of yours that works in the hospital cafeteria. And she told you that Rafe Cameron is in room 214.

No family has come, Ward is out of town. You tells yourself that you're just checking, just being a decent human being.

You knocked softly on the doorframe of a private room, Rafe is sitting up in bed: the gash on his head is stitched, he has a black eye. He looks smaller somehow, diminished. When he turns and sees you, his face lights up like a sunrise.

“You came.” he spoke softly.

You linger near the door, clutching a bag of cheap gummy bears from the gift shop. “I… I brought these, I didn't know if you liked them. It's not… it's not much.”

He smiled weakly. “I love gummy bears!” he pats the bed beside him. “Sit, please. The nurses are mean, they keep asking me questions I don't know the answers to.”

You sit on the very edge of the chair next to the bed. “What kind of questions?”

Rafe sighed frustrated, rubbing his temple. “Like… who is the President, I said… some guy? And they looked worried, then they asked me my address, I said… a big house? On the water? That's not an address, and they asked me about my sister.”

You stiff. “Your… sister?” you ask him.

“I said I have a sister?” he looks genuinely uncertain. “I think so... The name 'Sarah' feels like a splinter. Not a bad one, just… stuck. But the nurse asked if we were close, and I honestly don't know. My whole life feels like a book with half the pages ripped out.”

You stare at him, this is not the Rafe who screamed at Sarah and John B outside in the street.

“You don't remember… how you feel about people?” you ask him cautiously.

“I remember how you feel.” he says it softly, like a secret.

You're taken aback. “What?”

“In the car, when you were leaning over me. You were scared, but not of the wreck. You were scared of me and you still stayed, you put your hand on my neck to check my pulse. Your hand was shaking, but you didn't run. Why?”

You look down at your hands. You're twisting the hem of your hoodie. “Because no one deserves to die alone in a ditch, even if they've… even if they've been unkind.”

Then a flicker of something dark crosses his face, then vanishes. He doesn't remember the unkindness. “I was unkind to you?”

You shake your head. “Not directly, not ever. You just… you exist in a world that doesn't like people like me, and I exist in a world you were taught to hate.”

Rafe leans forward, wincing slightly. He reaches out and, very gently, takes your hand. You freeze, his fingers are warm.

“I don't hate you, y/n. I don't think I could. Even with the static, even with the missing pages. You're the only thing that makes sense.”

You whisper. “Rafe… you don't remember, you don't know what you're saying.”

“I remember this.” he squeezes your hand. “Sitting in a white room, looking at a girl with rain in her hair who brought me gummy bears. This feels more real than anything the nurses have told me.”

The door opens and a nurse walks in. You pulled your hand back like you've been burned.

“Visiting hours are over in ten minutes.” the nurse spoke softly and you nodded, she leaves.

Rafe turns back to you, his expression shifting, looking softer. “Come back tomorrow, please?”

You bite your lip. “I don't know if that's a good idea Rafe.”

“Because of who I was?” he asked gently.

You sighed. “Because of who you might remember you are.”

Rafe made a long pause, he looks out the window and sighed.

“Then let's not find out tomorrow, let's find out today. Tell me one thing, one bad thing. Something I did.” he says

You are quiet for a long moment. The rain has started again, tapping against the glass.

“You beat Pope up with a golf club when he was delivering food at the country club.” you said.

Rafe blinked and there's no recognition, no pride. “That sounds exhausting.”

“It was terrifying.”

He turned back to you, serious. “I'm tired of being terrifying to most people here.” he pauses. “Will you sit on the bed? Just for a minute... The chair is too far away.”

You hesitate a little. Then, slowly, you moved from the chair to the very edge of the hospital bed. He doesn't try to touch you again, he just looks at you.

“Thank you... For the gummy bears and for being the first clear thing.”

You're just looking at him: the stitches, the bruise, the unguarded eyes. “You're welcome, Rafe.”

You stays until the nurse comes back and gently kicked you out. As you walk down the hospital corridor, you hear him call out:

“Don't let the static win, y/n!”

You paused and pressed your palm to your chest. And you know that you're going to come back tomorrow.

-

DAY 5 – Discharge

Rafe is being discharged from the hospital and although his memory hasn't returned, Sarah, against every instinct, has agreed to let him stay at The Chateau temporarily. "He's not safe at Tannyhill alone.," she told John B. "He's not dangerous right now, he's just sad."

You're there at the hospital entrance. You brought him a hoodie, your hoodie, because he mentioned being cold.

Rafe holds the hoodie like it's made of gold. “This is yours?”

You nodded shyly. “You can keep it, I have others.”

He puts it on immediately. It's too small in the shoulders, but he doesn't care. “I'm not giving this back.”

Sarah watches you two from a few feet away near Twinkie, talking to John B under her breath. “I've never seen him like this.”

“Like what?” John B asked her.

“Like he actually wants to be good.” Sarah said quietly.

***

Rafe is awkward in the small space of The Chateau, he doesn't know where anything is, and he keeps apologizing for taking up room.

The Pogues are tense around him: JJ won't be in the same room alone with him, Pope watches him like a hawk, Kiara tries to be neutral and Cleo just shrugs and says, "Everyone deserves one chance."

But you are there, every single day. You brought him books, you teaches him how to untangle fishing nets (badly).

You fell asleep on the couch next to him while watching a movie, and when you wake up, he's moved to the floor so you could stretch out.

“Why are you on the floor?” you spoke up groggily.

He shrugged. “You looked comfortable, didn't want to move you.”

Your heart swelling by his words. “You're kinda weird.”

Rafe gives you a small smile. “You're just figuring that out?” he asks and you giggle.

Rafe has started coming to the dock with you in the evenings, he doesn't know why he's doing it, but he just knows that he feels calm there next to you.

You two talk for hours about nothing and everything. He tells you about the fragments of memories he does have; like his mother's laugh, the way Sarah used to steal his sweaters, the feeling of sailing before sunrise.

And you tell him about your family; messy, poor, loving. About your dream of opening a little marine rescue center someday, about the stray cat you feed behind the supply store.

You're the best person I've ever met.” he says while watching you talk, completely spellbound.

You blinked and blushed. “You've met like five people since the accident. That's not fair!”

“I meant before the accident too. Even if I don't remember why, I just... know it.”

You don't know that he's describing love, and neither does he. But everyone else can see it.

By the third week of Rafe living at The Chateau, it feels like you and he are dating. And although you're not dating, not officially, you are doing couple things like holding hands under tables, he walks you home every night and you make him coffee in the morning with three sugars, which he now drinks without complaint.

The Pogues have started to thaw. JJ still doesn't trust him fully, but he's stopped flinching every time Rafe moves, Pope actually asked Rafe for help fixing an engine, and Rafe knew exactly what to do. A muscle memory from a life he doesn't remember living.

You and Sarah are having a private conversation on the porch. “He looks at you like you're the sun.”

You look down, a little embarrassed. “He's just... grateful, Sar. For the help!”

Sarah shakes her head. “Nope, that's not gratitude.” she smiles. “I know my brother, y/n and he's in love with you! I think he's been in love with you for a long time... He just couldn't say it before.”

You spoke up quietly, terrified, but hopeful. “What if he gets his memory back and it all goes away?” you asked Sarah.

Sarah put a hand on your shoulder. “Then you deal with it then, but don't punish yourself for something that hasn't happened yet.”

-

6 DAYS AFTER THAT...

It's 3:17 AM at The Chateau, Rafe is on the couch, tangled in a blanket. He gasps awake: drenched in sweat, heart slamming, his lungs are burning.

It all comes back, not in pieces, but in a flood. Every cruel word, every violent act, the gun, the boat, the drugs, the way his father looked at him, the way he looked at himself.

Years of self-hatred, anger and drugs, all of it, crashing over him like a wave he can't breathe through.

He stumbles to the bathroom, grips the sink, and stares at his reflection. For a long time, he doesn't recognize himself.

“You're a monster, you've always been a monster.” he whispered to the mirror.

But then it appeared your face, at the farmers market, at the beach, at the gas station, in the rain. Your smile, your soft face, you two shaking hands, your stupid gummy bears from the hospital.

He remembers loving you quietly, desperately for two years.

And he remembers being too much of a coward to do anything about it...

He puts his face into his hands, his voice's broken and sad. “I'm sorry y/n. I'm so sorry.”

He doesn't sleep the rest of the night. He lies on the couch, staring at the ceiling, holding the hoodie you gave him. And he makes a decision: he won't tell you, not yet, not until he can figure out how to be both versions of himself.

He doesn't want to lose you, and he's terrified that the truth will.

***

For a whole week Rafe pretends perfectly. He laughs at JJ's jokes, he helps Pope with the boat, he sits beside you on the dock like every single evening and listens to you talk about marine biology and stars.

But you noticed. He's quieter, he holds your hand tighter, he looks at you like he's memorizing your face.

“You're different Rafe.” you said.

He spoke up too quickly. “Different how?”

You search his eyes. “I don't know, like deeper, like you're carrying something on your shoulders.”

He pulls you into a hug, and hides his face in your hair. “I'm just tired, 'kay. A bunch of bad dreams.”

You don't push him, you never push. And that's what kills him.

-

It's nighttime at The Chateau, outdoor fire pit. Four weeks have passed since the accident and one week since Rafe recovered his memories. The fire pit has the whole vibe: marshmallows and chocolate, music and the whole group.

Rafe is quiet all night, quieter than usual. You noticed that, you're tucked into his side on the bench, your head on his shoulder.

You tilted your head up. “Hey... You okay? You haven't made fun of JJ in almost an hour.”

Rafe looks down at you. “I'm just thinking.”

“About?” you ask him.

He gives you a small, careful smile. “About everything, nothing and you.”

You blushed and JJ groans from across the fire.

“You two gonna keep being disgusting, or are we gonna play a game?”

Kiara giggles. “JJ, let them be. They're in the honeymoon phase.”

Then Rafe spoke up without missing a beat. “We're not even officially dating.”

Everything stops and you freeze.

“Wait, you're not?” Sarah ask slowly.

Rafe looks at you, then at Sarah, then at the fire. “I haven't asked her properly. I wanted to... do it right.”

John B spoke. “You've been holding hands and making heart eyes for five weeks. What's "doing it right"? A marching band?”

Rafe speaks with a hint of his old sharpness, but softened. “Something like that.”

“Rafe... we don't need a marching band.” you say shyly.

He turns towards you, eyes full of fear and love. “I know, but you deserve one.”

“I'll bite. What's the hold-up? You clearly like her, she likes you. Just... be together.” Pope says.

Rafe stands up abruptly making everyone to look at him.

“There's something I need to say... To all of you.” he spoke up.

Your blood runs cold.

You're standing too, reaching for his hand. “Rafe, whatever it is—” you try to continue.

Rafe takes your hand, holds it tight, he doesn't look at you. “I got my memories back.”

There's silence while the only sound it's the fire crackling.

“When?” Sarah stands up, her face is pale.

“Six days ago.” he looks at her. “I woke up around three in the morning. And somehow I remembered everything. The boat, the gun, the way Dad looked at me when I wasn't enough, the way I looked at myself.”

John B moved slightly in front of Sarah. “And you didn't think to mention this?”

Rafe sighed tiredly. “I was scared.”

JJ laughed bitterly. “Rafe Cameron scared? Okay, that's new.”

Rafe meets JJ's eyes. “It's not new, I've been scared my whole life. I just used to cover it with anger and pills.” he looks around at all of them. “I remember everything I did to you Pope, I remember punching you with that golf club like you were garbage. JJ, I remember putting a gun to your head and meaning it. John B, I remember hunting you like you were an animal.”

No one speaks, and you hasn't been pulled away.

Rafe continues. “Sarah, I remember pointing a gun at you and drowning you. My own sister... The same girl who used to steal my sweaters, the same girl I taught to drive.” he let out a sob. “I remember choosing anger over you again and again. And I remember hating myself for it, and then choosing it again anyway.” he says with a cracked voice.

Sarah speaks, tears stream down her face. “Why didn't you tell me?”

Rafe sighed. “Because I was hoping I could keep being the version of me you all started to tolerate, the one who didn't remember... The one who was just confused and sad instead of volatile and cruel.” he laughs, bittersweet. “I liked him better, he was easier to be.”

Kiara spoke quietly. “But you're not him, right?”

Rafe shakes his head. “No, I'm both. I'm the guy who punched Pope with a golf club and the guy who taught Sarah how to skip stones. I'm the guy who terrified you guys for years and the guy who fell asleep on y/n shoulder last week.” he finally looks at you, you're crying. “I'm both... And I don't know how to be both.”

You stepped closer to him, you don't let go of his hand.

“Rafe... you should have told me.” you say softly.

His voice breaks. “I know. I was a coward, I've always been a coward. I got my memories back and the first thing I felt was relief because I remembered you. Not the version I met five weeks ago, but the version I watched for years. The one at the farmers market buying strawberries, the one who left a sandwich for a stray cat, the one who smiled at me once, just once, and I almost pulled my car over because my heart stopped.”

Your breath catches on your throat.

He speaks faster now. “I remember being in love with you for two years and doing nothing about it because I thought I didn't deserve you, and I was right, I didn't. I did terrible things, I hurt people you love, I hurt my own family.” he looks at Sarah, then back at you. “But here's the thing I figured out in the last couple of weeks, sitting in this house, eating cereal out of a chipped bowl, watching Pope get excited about a rare bird and JJ pretend he doesn't care about anything while caring about everything.”

Pope looks up sharply while JJ crosses his arms.

Rafe continue. “The old me would have taken those memories and used them as armor. Would have said, "See? This is who I am. This is all I'll ever be." But the new me, the one who forgot for five weeks, he taught me something. You taught me something...” he turns to face you fully, takes both of your hands. “You can be a different person, not because you forget the past, but because you choose, every single day, to be something else.”

“Rafe...” you whispered.

“I'm not asking you to forgive me for who I was, I'm not even asking the Pogues to forgive me, but I'm asking for a chance. A real chance to be the guy who deserves the girl who brings gummy bears to a hospital room, the guy who sits on a dock and watches the sunset and doesn't think about who he used to be.” he swallows hard. “The guy who loves you, because I do. I've loved you since before I forgot, and I loved you through the forgetting, and I love you now with all the terrible memories and all the good ones.”

The fire pops and no one speaks.

“You love me?” you asked him, barely audible.

Rafe nods, a tear slips down his cheek. “I love you, I think I was born loving you. I just... had to break my own brain to figure it out.”

You let out a little laugh, a wet, shaking laugh, and then with the courage held back for two years, you're kissing him. Your hands on his face, his arms around your waist, pulling you close like you're the only solid and stable thing in a world that keeps tilting.

JJ looks away smiling. Sarah sobs into John B's shoulder, Kiara holds Pope's hand, Cleo wipes her eyes.

You break apart and Rafe rests his forehead against yours.

“Is that a yes?” he whispered.

You whisper back, laughing. “It's a yes, it's always been a yes... You just had to catch up.”

Rafe turns to the group, he's still holding your hand.

“I know I don't deserve to stand here, I know I've done things that can't be undone. I'm not asking for your trust, not yet, maybe not ever. But I'm asking for a chance... One day at a time.”

John B makes a long pause and looks at Sarah, she nods. “You hurt her, and I'll put you in the ground. Amnesia or not.”

“I know.” he nods.

Pope stands and extends his hand. “I don't forgive you, not yet, but I see you trying. And I can respect trying.”

Rafe shakes his hand. “I'll take it.”

JJ is the last one, he makes a long pause. Then he walks over, throws an arm around Rafe's shoulders.

“Listen, I still think you're a walking red flag. But Y/N is basically a sister to me, and she's been in love with your psycho ass for years. So if she's stupid enough to choose you, I'm stupid enough to let her.”

Rafe let out a genuine laugh. “That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.”

JJ grinned. “Don't get used to it.”

Sarah walks over slowly, she's still crying. She stops in front of Rafe.

“I missed you.” her voice breaks. “I missed my brother, not the one who pointed a gun at me. The one who taught me to skip stones, the one who let me steal his sweaters.”

Compassion cracks completely over Rafe and he pulls Sarah into a tight hug.

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Sarah.”

Sarah spoke, muffled against his chest. “I know, just... stay, please. Stay this version.”

Rafe pulls back from Sarah's hug, he looks at you and then back at Sarah. “I'll try, every day.”

***

Two hours later the fire has died to embers. Everyone else has gone inside while you and Rafe are alone on the bench, you're tucked into his side, his arm around you.

You are playing with his fingers. “You really remembered me... From before.”

He pressed a kiss to your hair. “Everytime, every single time I saw you. The grocery store, the beach... Everytime.” he smiled. “And the version who sings while making coffee.”

You giggled. “I sing terribly!”

Rafe laughs and smiles. “You sing like an angel who's been smoking cigarettes. It's my new favorite sound.”

You laugh and shoved him gently. “You're so annoying.”

He pulls you closer, tilts your chin up. “And you're so beautiful... And I wasted two years being too scared to tell you, I'm not wasting any more time.”

You look up at him, searching his eyes. “Are you okay? Really? Having all those memories back, the bad ones.”

He nods, considering your worries. “It's heavy... Some days it's going to be really heavy, but.” he looks at the Chateau, at the warm light, at the sleeping forms of people who have every reason to hate him. “...I'm not carrying it alone anymore, and that makes all the difference.”

You reached up, touched his face, the faded scar on his temple. “I'm proud of you.”

He closes his eyes. “Don't say that... I haven't done anything yet.”

You shake your head. “You showed up every day, you sat on this dock and let people who hate you throw marshmallows at your head, you let Sarah yell at you for hours without walking away, you helped Pope fix a boat that belonged to a man you once threw in the water.” you shake your head again, smiling. “That's not nothing, Rafe. That's everything.”

Rafe opens his eyes and they are bright, wet, and full of hope.

“I love you.”

You smile, shy and sweet. “I love you too. Even when you're annoying, even when you steal all the marshmallows, even when you pretend not to cry during sad movies.”

Rafe grinned. “I have never cried during a movie.”

You spoke, deadpan. “You sobbed during Finding Nemo.”

He throws his head back and laughs, loud enough that someone inside yells at him to shut up.

“The dad lost his son, Y/N! It was emotional!”

You laughed with him, leaning into his chest. “You're ridiculous.”

He wrapped both arms around you, holds you tight, and looks up at the stars. “Yeah... But I'm your ridiculous.”

Inside The Chateau, through the window, Sarah watches. She sees her brother laugh, really laugh, for the first time in years. She sees you tucked against him like you belong there.

Sarah spoke softly to John B, who's half-asleep beside her. “I think he's going to be okay.”

John B mumbled. “Which one?”

“Both of them.” Sarah smiles.

Outside, the embers glow, the stars turn overhead. And Rafe Cameron, former monster, current mess, future something better, holds the girl he's loved for years and finally, finally lets himself believe he deserves her.

Rafe whispered softly, so only you can hear. “Thank you.”

You spoke drowsy, content. “Mhm? For what?”

“For seeing me... Even when I didn't want to be seen.”

You lift your head, kissed his jaw, then settled back down. “You were always worth seeing, Rafe. You just had to forget everything else to believe it.”

He holds you tighter. The night is warm, the world is quiet. And for the first time in his entire life, Rafe Cameron isn't running from anything.

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about x rafe cameron ʚɞ

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… loves watching movies that remind him of being a child, being with his mother. His obsession for star wars is partly because of this.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… still has all of his star wars memorabilia from when he was a child. Most of it is in a box under his bed, except for his light sabers-which he keeps on one of his shelfs.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… has a soft spot for his two younger sisters, sarah and wheezie. He always tries to spend days with them 1:1, taking them places to do their favourite things. Rafe wants his sisters to always feel comfortable coming to him with whatever problem they have or any advice they may need.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… wants to be the opposite of his father, ward cameron. He wants to have good relationships with his family, rather than control and power over them. Wants to form real connections and friendships with people, and mostly-never wants to be alone like his father.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… actually hasn’t hooked up with that many women-contrary to popular belief. Rafe lost his virginity when he was sixteen, with a girl he really liked at the time. After that didn’t work out, because she ghosted him after hooking up, he’s only slept with two other women.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… always grew up around whimsy reader, and constantly found her to be a breath of fresh air. He never felt the need to be anyone but his actual self around whimsy reader.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… is secretly intelligent and can pick up any hobby or skill easily. However, rafe never sticks to one hobby consistently, always getting bored and moving on to the next thing.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… used to heavily struggle with his coke addiction, until one night when he was high, had a dream about his mom being disappointed in him. Since that night, he hasn’t touched the drug again.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… finds comfort in his best friends, topper and kelce. They’ve been best friends since elementary school and rafe couldn’t imagine his life without them. He is closer to kelce, as they are able to have deep conversations without rafe feeling like he’s being judged. Kelce is the one who’s always able to calm rafe down and help clear his head.

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whimsy reader:

ʚɞ ‘what i like’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘persuasive’ by Doechii and SZA

ʚɞ ‘roc me out’ by Rihanna

ʚɞ ‘weird’ by KAYTRANADA and Durand Burnarr

ʚɞ ‘visions’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘touch it’ by Ariana Grande

ʚɞ ‘cockiness’ (love it) by Rihanna

ʚɞ ‘kitty kat’ by Beyonce

ʚɞ ‘the birds pt 2’ by The Weeknd

ʚɞ ‘i come apart’ by A$AP rocky and Florence Welch

ʚɞ ‘the zone’ by The Weeknd and Drake

ʚɞ ‘every kind of way’ by H.E.R.

ʚɞ ‘swim good’ by Frank Ocean

ʚɞ ‘the ride’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘all bad’ by Justin Bieber

ʚɞ ‘move me’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘do you miss me?’ by PinkPantheress

ʚɞ ‘honey’ by Katy B and KAYTRANADA

rafe cameron:

ʚɞ ‘poetic justice’ by Kendrick Lamar and Drake

ʚɞ ‘cudi zone’ by Kid Cudi

ʚɞ ‘sandman’ by A$AP Rocky

ʚɞ ‘feel no ways’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘sidewalks’ by The Weeknd and Kendrick Lamar

ʚɞ ‘skeletons’ by Travis Scott

ʚɞ ‘right now’ by PARTYNEXTDOOR

ʚɞ ‘weekend’ by Mac Miller and Miguel

ʚɞ ‘desire’ by Chris Stussy

ʚɞ ‘yukon’ by Justin Bieber

ʚɞ ‘texts go green’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘losing it’ by Fisher

ʚɞ ‘flights booked’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘biebs in the trap’ by Travis Scott

ʚɞ ‘bound 2’ by Kanye West

ʚɞ ‘who do you love?’ by YG and Drake

ʚɞ ‘fell in love’ by Playboi Carti and Bryson Tiller

ʚɞ ‘home (KOD)’ by Playboi Carti

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about x rafe cameron ʚɞ

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… loves watching movies that remind him of being a child, being with his mother. His obsession for star wars is partly because of this.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… still has all of his star wars memorabilia from when he was a child. Most of it is in a box under his bed, except for his light sabers-which he keeps on one of his shelfs.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… has a soft spot for his two younger sisters, sarah and wheezie. He always tries to spend days with them 1:1, taking them places to do their favourite things. Rafe wants his sisters to always feel comfortable coming to him with whatever problem they have or any advice they may need.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… wants to be the opposite of his father, ward cameron. He wants to have good relationships with his family, rather than control and power over them. Wants to form real connections and friendships with people, and mostly-never wants to be alone like his father.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… actually hasn’t hooked up with that many women-contrary to popular belief. Rafe lost his virginity when he was sixteen, with a girl he really liked at the time. After that didn’t work out, because she ghosted him after hooking up, he’s only slept with two other women.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… always grew up around whimsy reader, and constantly found her to be a breath of fresh air. He never felt the need to be anyone but his actual self around whimsy reader.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… is secretly intelligent and can pick up any hobby or skill easily. However, rafe never sticks to one hobby consistently, always getting bored and moving on to the next thing.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… used to heavily struggle with his coke addiction, until one night when he was high, had a dream about his mom being disappointed in him. Since that night, he hasn’t touched the drug again.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… finds comfort in his best friends, topper and kelce. They’ve been best friends since elementary school and rafe couldn’t imagine his life without them. He is closer to kelce, as they are able to have deep conversations without rafe feeling like he’s being judged. Kelce is the one who’s always able to calm rafe down and help clear his head.

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whimsy reader:

ʚɞ ‘what i like’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘persuasive’ by Doechii and SZA

ʚɞ ‘roc me out’ by Rihanna

ʚɞ ‘weird’ by KAYTRANADA and Durand Burnarr

ʚɞ ‘visions’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘touch it’ by Ariana Grande

ʚɞ ‘cockiness’ (love it) by Rihanna

ʚɞ ‘kitty kat’ by Beyonce

ʚɞ ‘the birds pt 2’ by The Weeknd

ʚɞ ‘i come apart’ by A$AP rocky and Florence Welch

ʚɞ ‘the zone’ by The Weeknd and Drake

ʚɞ ‘every kind of way’ by H.E.R.

ʚɞ ‘swim good’ by Frank Ocean

ʚɞ ‘the ride’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘all bad’ by Justin Bieber

ʚɞ ‘move me’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘do you miss me?’ by PinkPantheress

ʚɞ ‘honey’ by Katy B and KAYTRANADA

rafe cameron:

ʚɞ ‘poetic justice’ by Kendrick Lamar and Drake

ʚɞ ‘cudi zone’ by Kid Cudi

ʚɞ ‘sandman’ by A$AP Rocky

ʚɞ ‘feel no ways’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘sidewalks’ by The Weeknd and Kendrick Lamar

ʚɞ ‘skeletons’ by Travis Scott

ʚɞ ‘right now’ by PARTYNEXTDOOR

ʚɞ ‘weekend’ by Mac Miller and Miguel

ʚɞ ‘desire’ by Chris Stussy

ʚɞ ‘yukon’ by Justin Bieber

ʚɞ ‘texts go green’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘losing it’ by Fisher

ʚɞ ‘flights booked’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘biebs in the trap’ by Travis Scott

ʚɞ ‘bound 2’ by Kanye West

ʚɞ ‘who do you love?’ by YG and Drake

ʚɞ ‘fell in love’ by Playboi Carti and Bryson Tiller

ʚɞ ‘home (KOD)’ by Playboi Carti

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about x rafe cameron ʚɞ

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… loves watching movies that remind him of being a child, being with his mother. His obsession for star wars is partly because of this.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… still has all of his star wars memorabilia from when he was a child. Most of it is in a box under his bed, except for his light sabers-which he keeps on one of his shelfs.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… has a soft spot for his two younger sisters, sarah and wheezie. He always tries to spend days with them 1:1, taking them places to do their favourite things. Rafe wants his sisters to always feel comfortable coming to him with whatever problem they have or any advice they may need.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… wants to be the opposite of his father, ward cameron. He wants to have good relationships with his family, rather than control and power over them. Wants to form real connections and friendships with people, and mostly-never wants to be alone like his father.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… actually hasn’t hooked up with that many women-contrary to popular belief. Rafe lost his virginity when he was sixteen, with a girl he really liked at the time. After that didn’t work out, because she ghosted him after hooking up, he’s only slept with two other women.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… always grew up around whimsy reader, and constantly found her to be a breath of fresh air. He never felt the need to be anyone but his actual self around whimsy reader.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… is secretly intelligent and can pick up any hobby or skill easily. However, rafe never sticks to one hobby consistently, always getting bored and moving on to the next thing.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… used to heavily struggle with his coke addiction, until one night when he was high, had a dream about his mom being disappointed in him. Since that night, he hasn’t touched the drug again.

ʚɞ rafe cameron who… finds comfort in his best friends, topper and kelce. They’ve been best friends since elementary school and rafe couldn’t imagine his life without them. He is closer to kelce, as they are able to have deep conversations without rafe feeling like he’s being judged. Kelce is the one who’s always able to calm rafe down and help clear his head.

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whimsy reader:

ʚɞ ‘what i like’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘persuasive’ by Doechii and SZA

ʚɞ ‘roc me out’ by Rihanna

ʚɞ ‘weird’ by KAYTRANADA and Durand Burnarr

ʚɞ ‘visions’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘touch it’ by Ariana Grande

ʚɞ ‘cockiness’ (love it) by Rihanna

ʚɞ ‘kitty kat’ by Beyonce

ʚɞ ‘the birds pt 2’ by The Weeknd

ʚɞ ‘i come apart’ by A$AP rocky and Florence Welch

ʚɞ ‘the zone’ by The Weeknd and Drake

ʚɞ ‘every kind of way’ by H.E.R.

ʚɞ ‘swim good’ by Frank Ocean

ʚɞ ‘the ride’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘all bad’ by Justin Bieber

ʚɞ ‘move me’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘do you miss me?’ by PinkPantheress

ʚɞ ‘honey’ by Katy B and KAYTRANADA

rafe cameron:

ʚɞ ‘poetic justice’ by Kendrick Lamar and Drake

ʚɞ ‘cudi zone’ by Kid Cudi

ʚɞ ‘sandman’ by A$AP Rocky

ʚɞ ‘feel no ways’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘sidewalks’ by The Weeknd and Kendrick Lamar

ʚɞ ‘skeletons’ by Travis Scott

ʚɞ ‘right now’ by PARTYNEXTDOOR

ʚɞ ‘weekend’ by Mac Miller and Miguel

ʚɞ ‘desire’ by Chris Stussy

ʚɞ ‘yukon’ by Justin Bieber

ʚɞ ‘texts go green’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘losing it’ by Fisher

ʚɞ ‘flights booked’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘biebs in the trap’ by Travis Scott

ʚɞ ‘bound 2’ by Kanye West

ʚɞ ‘who do you love?’ by YG and Drake

ʚɞ ‘fell in love’ by Playboi Carti and Bryson Tiller

ʚɞ ‘home (KOD)’ by Playboi Carti

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Sent Away

The gravel crunched under the tires of Ward's black Range Rover like it was chewing bones. Rafe slouched in the passenger seat, arms crossed tight over his chest, jaw locked so hard his teeth ached. The AC blasted cold air that did nothing to cool the fire raging under his skin.

"You're lucky I'm not leaving you in a ditch somewhere," Ward said, eyes fixed on the winding road ahead. His voice was flat, the kind of calm that always preceded the worst lectures. "This is your last chance, Rafe. Cool off, get your head straight, or don't bother coming back to Figure Eight."

Rafe didn't answer. He stared out the window at the blurring green—trees, fields, nothing but fucking countryside stretching forever. No ocean, no parties, no coke-fueled nights where he could pretend the world bent to him. Just dirt roads and silence.

Ward had called it "time with an old friend." Some farmer buddy from way back, someone who owed the Cameron name a favor. Rafe called it exile. Punishment wrapped in polite bullshit.

They pulled up to a weathered gate flanked by white fences that looked too clean for real work. A long driveway led to a two-story farmhouse—porch swing, flower boxes spilling over with color, the kind of place that screamed normal. Rafe hated it already.

Ward killed the engine. "Behave. Help out. Don't embarrass me."

Rafe snorted. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Ward got out first. Rafe followed slower, boots hitting the ground like he was stepping into quicksand. The air smelled like hay and earth and something sweet—apples, maybe. It made his stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with hunger.

A man in his fifties came out of the barn, wiping his hands on a rag. Broad shoulders, sun-leathered skin, the kind of quiet strength that didn't need to shout. He shook Ward's hand like old war buddies.

"Appreciate you taking him in, Tom," Ward said. "He needs... structure."

Tom nodded, eyes flicking to Rafe with the assessing look of someone who’d seen trouble before. "We'll keep him busy. No problem."

Rafe stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, feeling like a stray dog being passed around. Tom gave him a once-over. "You ever worked a day in your life, son?"

"Define 'worked,'" Rafe muttered.

Tom's mouth twitched—not quite a smile. "You'll learn."

Ward clapped Rafe on the shoulder—too hard. "I'll check in next month. Don't make me regret this."

Then he was gone, taillights disappearing down the drive, leaving Rafe standing in the dust with nothing but a duffel bag and a bad attitude.

Tom jerked his head toward the house. "Come on. Dinner's soon. My daughter's inside—she'll show you where you're staying."

Rafe followed him up the porch steps, already planning how to survive the next thirty days without losing his mind. He’d keep his head down, do the bare minimum, count the hours until he could get back to the island and the life that actually made sense.

The screen door creaked open.

And then she stepped out.

Sunlight caught in her hair like it was trying to set it on fire—soft waves falling past her shoulders. She wore faded jeans and a plain white tank top, sleeves rolled up, arms dusted with freckles and a little dirt from whatever she'd been doing. Her smile was small, warm, the kind that reached her eyes without trying too hard. Pretty brown eyes that locked on his for half a second and made something in his chest stutter.

"Hi," she said, voice gentle, like she was talking to a skittish animal. "I'm—"

She said her name. Rafe barely heard it over the sudden rush in his ears.

He stared. Too long. Her curves were soft in all the ways that made his brain short-circuit—hips that swayed just a little when she shifted her weight, the dip of her waist, the way the tank clung in the heat. His dick twitched traitorously, and he shifted his stance, praying the loose cargo shorts hid it.

Tom cleared his throat. "This is Rafe. He'll be staying in the guest room above the garage for a while."

Her smile didn't falter, but something curious flickered in those eyes. "Welcome. Dad said you'd be helping out. Hope you're ready for early mornings."

Rafe forced a smirk, the one that usually got him out of trouble. "I can handle early."

She laughed—soft, real—and it hit him like a punch. No one laughed at his bullshit like that. Not mocking. Just... warm.

"Come on," she said, tilting her head toward the house. "I'll show you around. Dinner's almost ready—nothing fancy, but it'll fill you up."

Rafe followed her inside, boots loud on the hardwood. The house smelled like bread and roasted meat and something floral. Homey. Foreign.

She pointed out the kitchen, the living room with its worn couch and family photos on the mantel. Rafe barely looked. His eyes kept drifting back to her—how she moved, easy and unhurried, like the world hadn't spent years trying to break her the way it had him.

They climbed the narrow stairs to the garage apartment. Small, clean. Bed, dresser, a window overlooking the fields. She set a spare towel on the bed.

"If you need anything, just holler. I'm usually around."

Rafe nodded, throat tight. "Thanks."

She paused in the doorway, looking back at him. Those brown eyes again—soft, searching. Like she could see straight through the armor he wore like skin.

"Try not to hate it here too much," she said quietly. "It grows on you."

Then she was gone, footsteps fading down the stairs.

Rafe sank onto the bed, head in his hands.

Fuck.

He was screwed.

He told himself it was just boredom. Isolation. The fact that she was the only person under sixty for miles. But the image of her—those eyes, that smile, the way her body moved—burned behind his eyelids.

And then he remembered the way Tom had looked at him earlier. The subtle warning in his voice.

Rafe's jaw clenched.

Don't even think about it.

But he already was.

He was thinking about it so hard it hurt.

Note: This is inspired by one I read recently but I don't remember the name!

[foggycandystarlight]

this series is so good!💞definitely will be re-reading💘

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songs whimsy reader and rafe cameron would have on their playlists ʚɞ

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whimsy reader:

ʚɞ ‘what i like’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘persuasive’ by Doechii and SZA

ʚɞ ‘roc me out’ by Rihanna

ʚɞ ‘weird’ by KAYTRANADA and Durand Burnarr

ʚɞ ‘visions’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘touch it’ by Ariana Grande

ʚɞ ‘cockiness’ (love it) by Rihanna

ʚɞ ‘kitty kat’ by Beyonce

ʚɞ ‘the birds pt 2’ by The Weeknd

ʚɞ ‘i come apart’ by A$AP rocky and Florence Welch

ʚɞ ‘the zone’ by The Weeknd and Drake

ʚɞ ‘every kind of way’ by H.E.R.

ʚɞ ‘swim good’ by Frank Ocean

ʚɞ ‘the ride’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘all bad’ by Justin Bieber

ʚɞ ‘move me’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘do you miss me?’ by PinkPantheress

ʚɞ ‘honey’ by Katy B and KAYTRANADA

rafe cameron:

ʚɞ ‘poetic justice’ by Kendrick Lamar and Drake

ʚɞ ‘cudi zone’ by Kid Cudi

ʚɞ ‘sandman’ by A$AP Rocky

ʚɞ ‘feel no ways’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘sidewalks’ by The Weeknd and Kendrick Lamar

ʚɞ ‘skeletons’ by Travis Scott

ʚɞ ‘right now’ by PARTYNEXTDOOR

ʚɞ ‘weekend’ by Mac Miller and Miguel

ʚɞ ‘desire’ by Chris Stussy

ʚɞ ‘yukon’ by Justin Bieber

ʚɞ ‘texts go green’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘losing it’ by Fisher

ʚɞ ‘flights booked’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘biebs in the trap’ by Travis Scott

ʚɞ ‘bound 2’ by Kanye West

ʚɞ ‘who do you love?’ by YG and Drake

ʚɞ ‘fell in love’ by Playboi Carti and Bryson Tiller

ʚɞ ‘home (KOD)’ by Playboi Carti

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songs whimsy reader and rafe cameron would have on their playlists ʚɞ

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whimsy reader:

ʚɞ ‘what i like’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘persuasive’ by Doechii and SZA

ʚɞ ‘roc me out’ by Rihanna

ʚɞ ‘weird’ by KAYTRANADA and Durand Burnarr

ʚɞ ‘visions’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘touch it’ by Ariana Grande

ʚɞ ‘cockiness’ (love it) by Rihanna

ʚɞ ‘kitty kat’ by Beyonce

ʚɞ ‘the birds pt 2’ by The Weeknd

ʚɞ ‘i come apart’ by A$AP rocky and Florence Welch

ʚɞ ‘the zone’ by The Weeknd and Drake

ʚɞ ‘every kind of way’ by H.E.R.

ʚɞ ‘swim good’ by Frank Ocean

ʚɞ ‘the ride’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘all bad’ by Justin Bieber

ʚɞ ‘move me’ by Charli xcx

ʚɞ ‘do you miss me?’ by PinkPantheress

ʚɞ ‘honey’ by Katy B and KAYTRANADA

rafe cameron:

ʚɞ ‘poetic justice’ by Kendrick Lamar and Drake

ʚɞ ‘cudi zone’ by Kid Cudi

ʚɞ ‘sandman’ by A$AP Rocky

ʚɞ ‘feel no ways’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘sidewalks’ by The Weeknd and Kendrick Lamar

ʚɞ ‘skeletons’ by Travis Scott

ʚɞ ‘right now’ by PARTYNEXTDOOR

ʚɞ ‘weekend’ by Mac Miller and Miguel

ʚɞ ‘desire’ by Chris Stussy

ʚɞ ‘yukon’ by Justin Bieber

ʚɞ ‘texts go green’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘losing it’ by Fisher

ʚɞ ‘flights booked’ by Drake

ʚɞ ‘biebs in the trap’ by Travis Scott

ʚɞ ‘bound 2’ by Kanye West

ʚɞ ‘who do you love?’ by YG and Drake

ʚɞ ‘fell in love’ by Playboi Carti and Bryson Tiller

ʚɞ ‘home (KOD)’ by Playboi Carti

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part two-whimsy reader x rafe cameron ʚɞ

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As you and sarah stepped onto her family boat, a sense of giddiness hit you. It was the perfect day really- amazing weather, your best friend, and the potential for so many great pictures on your camera.

Not to mention the sight of rafe shirtless…

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You set your beach towel down on the cockpit of the yacht, lying down next to sarah on the sun loungers. You glance up over the yact, seeing rafe setting up in the wheelhouse, getting ready to sail.

“I’m just gonna use the toilet before we get going” you mutter to sarah as you make your way up to the wheelhouse. Sarah hums and closes her eyes again-the perfect picture of relaxation.

Instead of going to the bathroom, you went up to the wheelhouse to talk to rafe.

“Hi, you all set up to go?” you ask rafe, watching him get ready to set off. The golden hour sunlight hit him just right, making his skin look effortlessly warm and radiant. The sunlight caught his eyes, making them glint like sunlit glass.

Today is going to be the best day of my life

“Hey, i didn’t think you were coming” rafe beams as he stops what he is doing to gaze at you with his signature grin.

“Yeah well, i guess you convinced me” you gush, then immediately clear your throat to act natural, despite the fact that your deep, sunlit ocean eyes were sparkling at rafe.

“I’m glad i did then” rafe rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks warming as a breathless, involuntary laugh escaped him.

“Yeah, i’ll see you down there” you chuckle-your attempt at a sad joke. You quickly descended down the stairs to go back down to sarah.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

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The yacht came to a stop, overlooking a beautiful little island on outerbanks. A glistening, glittering beach stretched on as far as you could see.

“Let’s jump in the water” you exclaim to sarah excitedly.

“Oh yes definitely, let’s do it” sarah also beams as she gets up from the sun lounger, already ready to jump in.

“Do you mind taking a picture? y’know of me and sarah jumping in” you question rafe, holding out your DIY diamond covered camera for rafe to take.

“Yeah, ‘course”

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Rafe stood at the end of his yacht, holding up your camera to take pictures of you and sarah. He was determined to get the perfect photo, rafe knew that all of your social medias were full of perfectly curated and aesthetic photos-and rafe needed to be included in that. Even if it was just taking the picture.

As rafe looked through the camera lense to capture a photo, all he could focus on was you. Your beautiful coloured hair, something he loved about you-as well as everything else. Your soft, radiant smile that never dimmed for anyone.

Snap

Rafe looked down at your camera to observe his photo, smiling softly at the way your laugh came through the screen…

God, he knew he was in deep.

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