I was born in 2000 just before Christmas, so Iâm a little Capricorn baby.
I live in Germany, but I spend more time living in my head making up fake scenarios and delusions.
Iâm a huge Swiftie!
I have three cats - two girls and one boy.
I LOVE going to concertsđ¶
Iâm also obsessed with getting tattoosâŠI just canât get enough of it. I even got one based off True Detective S1. and Criminal Minds.
I basically got tumblr for the fanfics and to let loose of my obsessions without annoying the shit out of other people who donât even get it.đ„°
As of now Iâm really into Criminal Minds and Matthew Gray GublerâŠalso Thomas Gibson. Iâm also binging Shameless US rn! Oh and donât get me started on ObxâŠ
The best memories I have are from my trip to the west coast of the United States.
I always love meeting new people, so feel free to reach out:)
iâm lowkey scared of how everyone is gonna take the plot in criminal love but fuck it the plan is already in motion and we gonna ride it out together lmao
A/N: Heyy, so I finally got a longer chapter done today!!! Also I now got a sourdoughâŠhis name is Dough Starkey. Heâs on day 3 rn and exceeding all expectations - but that was to be expected with that name!
A/N: Little time jump to the surgery. Thank god for ChatGPTâŠotherwise I wouldnât know how to work hospital lingo and surgeries! Btw if anything is still inaccurate donât come for me.
Also youâll get to know the whole Rafe and reader backstory eventually.
AN: We done with chapter one!!! Feedback and ideas are greatly appreciated! Also yes this first chapter is just to get the story rolling. Promise weâre gonna have a bit more drama going forward!
Dr. Cameron is Kildareâs very own Dr. Dreamy! Donât be fooled heâs more than just good looks, heâs the best neurosurgeon in North Carolina. Heâs known for performing excellent under pressure and even more excellent in the break room.
âïž Dr. John and Dr. Sarah Routledge:
The both of them are known to be a power couple - on and off the clock. Sheâs the empathic Pediatrician who always wears the cutest scrubs and heâs the ER doctor that keeps his cool in the most crazy situations. His weak spot: Getting too involved in his cases.
âïž Dr. Pope Heyward:
Dr. Heyward is the brilliant, always over-prepared, trying not to lose it kind of guy. He tries to balance the othersâ chaos with quiet competence, but that doesnât always work - even Pope deserves a crash out from time to time.
âïž Dr. Cleo Anderson:
She is so cool under pressure and observant. She knows exactly what sheâs doing. Trust, if thereâs something wrong with your heart, Dr. Anderson will find it! If you tell her what to do though, you better start running, because she will use that scalpel - even off the clock!
âïž Dr. Kiara Carrera:
Thereâs really no reason to hide anything from Dr. Carrera - that girl knows how to read a room. Sheâs the most intuitive person ever. She keeps everyone else in check emotionally while gracefully ignoring her own spirals.
âïž Dr. JJ Maybank:
That man has way too much fun at his job. He got the nickname âchaos gremlinâ as soon as he started his residency a while back. Dr. Maybank is known for making patients feel at ease with his silly demeanor and his jokes while still being brilliant with his instincts.
âïž Dr. Topper Thornton:
He thinks that heâs the biggest gift to the hospital - and acts like it too. Dr. Thornton is obsessed with image and status. Heâs actually really good at his job though, being known for his meticulous and artistic hands. Fun fact: He also has a skincare line.
âïž Dr. Y/N Y/L/N:
Dr. Y/L/N is cool in the OR, but chaotic everywhere else. Sheâll cut her patients open no problem, but spills coffee over herself five minutes later. She loves high risk cases! Patients appreciate her honesty - thatâs mostly because sheâs literally an open book and has no poker face. This is exactly what gets her into trouble within the staff.
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AN: This is my first ever fanfic, so Iâm a little bit nervous! Also thank you to my lovely wife @bithewayellie for encouraging me to write this!
Kildare Memorial Hospital, the top hospital in North Carolina, known for its neurology ward or more likely neurosurgeon, elite medical care, and wildly inappropriate break room behavior.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I am not a medical professional, and the medical content in this story is not intended to be accurate or realistic. All characters belong to the creators of Outer Banks unless stated otherwise.
â ïž Please be advised: this fic may include sensitive topics such as medical emergencies, trauma, mental health struggles, and adult themes. Reader discretion is advised.
â PAIRINGS dad!rafe cameron x mom!reader | dad!jj maybank x mom!kiara carrera | dad!pope heyward x mom!cleo | dad!john b routledge x mom!sarah cameron | singlefather!topper thornton | uncle! barry |
â SYNOPSIS a slice-of-life series that takes you into the heart of one big, chaotic, and loving family. at the center of it all is you and rafe navigating the ups and downs of parenthood with your own kidsâranging from toddlers to teenagersâwhile trying to balance your relationship, your personal growth, and the wild, unpredictable moments that come with raising a family. but itâs not just about you, the obx cast is all here. they all have their own families, with different parenting styles, dynamics, and struggles.
â TROPES/TAGS established relationships, slice of life, chaotic family dynamics, fluff, very mild angst, humor, original characters, everyoneâs married, parenthood, no real plot, everything is a standalone.
TEASER
âMEET THE FAMILIES 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 |
REQUESTS/DRABBLES.
HEADCANONS.
ONESHOTS.
SMAUS/TEXTS.
a/n: credits to @zyafics for the layout!! this work is also inspired by @papercranesandinkstains elementary smau. and credits to @vesearartistry for the dividers!! heavily inspired by modern family. there is no plot, every drabble/headcanon are all in the same universe but not needed to understand the other. if youâd like to request something youâd like to see just comment below here, or send an ask.
đ·ïž taglist: if youâd like to be tagged for this smau, or any future or current ones, you can reply and iâll add you!!
So Iâve been trying for the past few days. Obviously nothing has happened so far and thatâs absolutely fine! Honestly Iâm a bit nervous anywayđ
I did a guided meditation/shift attempt and I need some help with decoding my experience:
So I had the whole body paralysis thing and the high pitched sound in my ears. What confused me was the light and shadows I saw (?) while having my eyes closed. Has anyone had that happen before?
Don't Forget Where You Belong- R.C. SMAU: Part Two
Summary: You and Sarah have been best friends since you were in diapers. In fact, it is hard to remember a single moment in your life that a member of the Cameron family hadn't been involved in. They had been by your side for everything, no matter what. So, when you all got into the college of your dreams and discovered your financial aid wouldn't cover it, there wasn't really a question in Rafe's mind when he suggested you get married after rejecting a personal loan from them. It would just be some quick paperwork, and you would be able to cover your semesters yourself. Did it help that the two of you were already in love with each other? Sure. Lines blur through your sophomore and junior years, but even fairytales don't last in the Cameron family. Rafe disappears for the summer before your senior year, leaving you and your friend group trying to find a new normal in your break-up. Is it really a break-up when you two are still married and Rafe returns still calling you his wife? Even if you won't talk to him, the KU Anon App keeps his attempts anonymous. Well, at least he thinks so...
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Trope: Best Friend's Brother/ Marriage of Convenience
kook!rafe cameron x kook!jj maybank x kook!routledge!reader college smau + written
meet routledge!reader (read it or iâll bite you nom nom)
warnings for the series: as with all my content, 18+ mdni, heavy drinking, allusions to substance use, plenty of allusions to sex, love triangle, VERY dark humor, misogyny in the beginning (weâve got 6 frat boys in a gc here letâs be fr), drama drama drama
Everyone remembers âLittle Miss Routledge,â John Bâs little sister who visited the Banks every summer like clockwork. But now sheâs back for good.
Older. Hotter. Wilder.
And no one in the Outer Banks is ready for her.
taglist: @mariechristine00 (my lovely wifey who inspired this fic) @rcwhore
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summary: a masked killer is stalking students at Kildare University. the parties keep happening. the bodies keep showing up. Rafe Cameron? he throws the one that changes everything. people are dead. someoneâs lying. and you? you might be kissing the killer.
pairing: rafe cameron x college!reader.
cw: murder, blood, trauma, stalking, manipulation, grief, unreliable narrator, implied sex, emotionally toxic dynamics, knife imagery, fear of death, survivorâs guilt, gaslighting, power imbalance.
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The lakehouse looked almost peaceful.
The water was still. The trees hung heavy with dusk. There were no cars in the gravel drivewayâjust the crunch of your boots as you stepped out of the Uber and pulled your coat tighter around you. You hadnât told Jess or Mira where you were going, which truly, was stupid on your part. You couldnât explain it. You just had to know what Rafe meant when he said there were things he hadnât told you.
The front door creaked open before you knocked.
He was waiting.
Rafe leaned in the frame, hoodie pulled halfway over his head, a cigarette tucked between his fingers. He didnât say anything at firstâjust looked at you like you were a question he couldnât quite answer. Like heâd expected you not to come.
You walked in without speaking.
Inside, the lakehouse smelled like cedar, smoke, and something faintly citrus. There was music playingâquiet, melancholic. Something acoustic. The kind of music that made silence feel heavier. The fire was already lit in the living room, casting flickers across the dark leather furniture and wood-paneled walls. You didnât sit down.
âYou said you had something to tell me,â you said, voice low. You didn't know if you really wanted to be here alone with him, even if a small part of you was sure Rafe would never hurt you.
He nodded. Took a long drag. Exhaled. Then said: âItâs not the first time someoneâs worn that mask around me.â
You blinked. âWhat?â
He motioned for you to sit, and you didâperched on the armrest of the couch, heart pounding. He walked to the opposite side of the couch, eyes hooded, not too close.
âI was eighteen. Back in Outer Banks. My dad had just bailed me out of a fight, and I spent the summer basically alone. I was seeing this girl. A bit older. Weird. Smart as hell. She liked true crime. Horror movies. She got me into all that twisted shit.â
Your breath caught. âWhat does that have to do withâ?â
âShe had a thing for masks,â he said, voice quieter now. âNot just sex, though yeahâsometimes that too. Iâm talking ritual. Control. She made me wear one once. It wasnât that Ghostface one. But it was close... like a prototype or something.â
You stared at him like you couldn't believe any of the shit he was saying.
He didnât look proud. He looked tired.
âShe died that summer,â he went on. âBoating accident. Or thatâs what they said. But the week before, she sent me this video. It was dark. Shaky. Someone in a mask was following her through the woods. She was laughing at first, probably thought it was a bad joke from me. Then she was screaming.â
You felt your throat tighten. âDid you tell anyone?â (DON'T TRUST ANYONE)
He laughed, bitter. âMy dad? The cops? No one wouldâve believed me. They barely believed I was worth the air I breathed.â (DON'T BELIEVE ANYONE)
A long silence settled between you.
And then Rafe looked at youâreally looked at youâand something in his expression softened. That hollow look from the party faded, if only for a moment. And in its place was something else. Something fragile. It reminded you of the way he used to look at you last semester, when you both hid under the bleachers of the football field to makeout. Before he ghosted you all of the sudden.
âIâm not asking you to trust me,â he said, voice low. âBut I didnât kill Colton. Or Sasha. And if someoneâs out there wearing a mask again? Itâs not a coincidence.â
You didnât answer, you just crossed the room slowly and sat beside him.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The fire cracked. The music shifted. His knee brushed yours. You werenât sure who moved firstâbut suddenly his hand was on your cheek, and your mouth was on his. It was like muscle memory, like nothing had changed between the two of you during those weeks.
It wasnât rushed. It wasnât drunk. It was slow. Like he was trying to memorize the way your lips fit against his again. Like you were the only thing keeping him anchored. His thumb traced your jaw, and your hands curled in his hoodie. You kissed him harder, deeper.
Somehow, you ended up in his bed.
No words. Just heat, touch, the quiet ache of bodies trying to forget. You let yourself fall. Because for a moment, being with Rafe felt safer than the rest of the world.
And maybe that was the most dangerous part of all.
The next morning, fog curled off the lake like smoke.
You pulled his hoodie over your tank top as you stepped outside to call a car. Rafe was inside, making coffee, moving through the house like someone trying to play human. You didnât speak much. You didnât have to. It just felt like a mistake to you; because how could you trust him? You weren't dumb enough to believe his story and his pretty face.
And when you returned to campus, everything had changed. Again. There was too much people around for a Monday at 7:45AM. Police tapes, ambulances, and Jess' Instagram story. Something had happened.
Jess met you outside your dorm building with wide eyes, breath fogging in the air. She was in pajamas, phone in hand. She seemed nervous, on-edge; but with everything happened, it was pretty normal to feel like that.
âWhere were you?â she hissed.
You swallowed. âOff-campus.â Why couldn't you tell her? Were you scared of her judgement or the fact that you knew it had been a stupid idea to leave to meet Rafe all alone?
âWith who?â
You didnât answer.
Jess stared at you for a long time before sighing, then shoved her phone in your face. The white screen screamed at you. So did the tweet.
You scrolled through the replies, fingers trembling. No names released yet.
But a photo taken by a camera on campus showed the back of one girlâs headâlong dark hair, black hoodie. Looked like sheâd been trying to run. A sick feeling twisted in your gut.
Jess was still staring. âTell me it wasnât Rafe.â
Your voice barely came out. âI donât think it was.â You knew it couldn't have been him, you had stayed all night in the lakehouse with him, in his bed. But there was a feeling inside your chest that wouldn't go away.
âYou donât think?!â She scream-whispered at you.
You looked up.
The crowd on campus was forming againâpress, students, admin trying to maintain order. Behind the caution tape a few feet away, two covered bodies were being wheeled into the coronerâs van.
You saw Mira, standing alone near the library steps, looking around with an empty expression on her face. Like she could care less of you had died.
And then you saw a figure across the lawn.
Rafe. Watching you, expression unreadable. Your eyebrows furrowed at his face, but your attention got called away when you felt your phone buzzing in your hand.
