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[obx-may]

may. eighteen. she/her. aries. uk. outer banks obsessed🐚✨

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[obx-may]

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[obx-may]

Forbidden -Rafe Cameron

warnings: forbidden love trope, enemies to lovers, implied smut, pregnancy, mention of abortion. (not proof read)

summary: your family and the cameron’s have been mortal enemies for as long as anyone can remember. things can change though, especially when you fall into bed and then get knocked up by none other than rafe cameron.

notes: finally finished writing this 😅 put your hand up if you love this trope 🤚🏼 i hope you enjoy my lovelies! don’t forget to reblog 💘🫧

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The Cameron’s and the Fords have hated each other for as long as you can remember. The feud is the kind that gets whispered about at all the parties and bonfires, meaning unfortunately you are often caught in annoying made up rumours.

You were raised to despise the Cameron’s and Rafe was taught the same about you.

For your whole life you’ve had a vendetta against him, then in just one night everything changed and your entire world was flipped upside down.

You sat on the sand, watching as the waves lapped over each other. It was dark out, you could hear the faint sound of the music coming from the party you’d just left to get some air.

The sound of footsteps in the sand startled you. When you saw it was Rafe you turned back around to face the water.

“I’m not in the mood,” you mumbled.

He just sat next to you in the sand, surprisingly quiet. A content silence fell over the two of you. Both a little drunk, a little tired, tired of pretending, tired of being perfect, tired of carrying the weight of your families choices.

“You ever feel like you can’t breathe here?” he muttered, eyes fixed on the ocean.

You should’ve left. Should’ve thrown another insult his way and walked off like you always did.

But instead, you said, “Every day.”

What followed was something you never saw coming, an honest conversation. About expectations. Pressure. The suffocating weight of being someone’s legacy, instead of being yourself.

For the first time, Rafe Cameron wasn’t the enemy. He was just a guy who got it. Who knew what it was like to feel trapped.

One moment, you were laughing over how messed up your lives were. The next, his hand was on your jaw and your lips were on his.

You pulled away, breathless and in a state of shock. It felt good to be doing something you knew your parents would hate. So when he leaned back in, you didn’t stop him.

The hookup was messy and heated. Months of tension spilling out in one night.

“That was a mistake,” you muttered as you stood to readjust your clothes.

“Agreed.”

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But now…

You sat on your bathroom floor, tears running down your face as you stared at the two positive lines of a pregnancy test.

A million questions were running through your head but the main one… how the hell were you going to tell Rafe Cameron he’s going to be a father?

Ultimately you decided to just give yourself time to think over all of your options and not jump to do anything you might regret.

That time went on for longer than you’d expected. You’d been avoiding Rafe, his friends and anyone in his family like the plague. But by eight weeks you’d made your decision.

You’d keep the baby.

You and Rafe are both twenty, you’re adults and even though this was going to be the hardest few months of your life you knew you would get through it.

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One morning you woke up to a text from your friend, asking if you’d go shopping with her.

You agreed to go. After weeks of throwing up, feeling tired all the time and holding in the biggest secret of your life, a little retail therapy sounded good.

As you browsed your friend rambled about the newest guy she’d been seeing. Usually you were a good listener but today you didn’t really have the energy so you just half listened and added a few half arsed responses every now and then. She didn’t seem to mind though.

“Wow. You look like shit.”

You straighten at the sound of the all too familiar voice of the father of your child as he appeared next to you.

“Leave me alone Rafe,” you muttered, heart pounding in your chest.

He leaned in closer and spoke so only you could hear, “we need to talk.”

“No we don’t.”

“Please?” He begrudgingly asked through gritted teeth.

You let out a deep sigh. Rafe wasn’t the type to give in without a fight so it was better to just let him say what he wanted to say.

He lead you outside and around to the side of the store, where you could talk without prying eyes.

“Go on then,” you prompted, leaning against the cool brick wall.

You noticed the tic of his jaw before he spoke. “Just tell me. Are you… pregnant?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “How did you…?”

“Is it mine?”

You blinked and then eventually nodded.

Rafe could barely look at you.

“Don’t worry,” he grumbled, “no one else knows. Your secrets not out. I figured when you were avoiding me it was just because of the night on the beach,” he paused for a second, “but then, I saw you a few weeks ago in town… buying the test. You didn’t see me but I saw it in your hand. I knew it was yours by the look on your face.”

“God. Just my luck,” you muttered under your breath, though he heard.

“I was waiting for you to talk to me but you never did. Were you ever going to?”

“What? Of course Rafe. You’re the father, I just,” you took a deep breath, “I’m terrified okay? We’ve been brought up to hate each other, we barely know each other, I think my parents might disown me when they find out-”

“Hey,” he stopped your spiralling, voice surprisingly soft. You’d never seen this side of Rafe before. Hesitantly, he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Calm down. Forget about all that shit, we need to talk properly first. About this whole mess. I know a place, I’ll come back here at seven to pick you up? Don’t want to risk going anywhere near your house.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

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So there you stood. Seven o’clock on the dot in the car park waiting for Rafe. The breeze nipped at your bare legs as you impatiently shuffled around.

Eventually his car pulled up, right next to you. He leaned over in his seat to open the passenger side for you.

“Hey,” you said quietly as you slid in and clicked your seatbelt on.

“You good?” He asked, hands on the wheel.

You nodded in response before he started the car and took off.

Around fifteen minutes of an awkward silence later you pulled up at the very edge of outer banks, where you could get the best views.

The both of you got out and walked to the bench at the edge of the small cliff, overlooking the lapping waves below.

“So,” Rafe began, “you’re… keeping it then?”

You sighed quietly as you continued to stare ahead.

“I guess so,” you responded after a beat.

Rafe’s hand ran over his short hair as he processed your decision.

Eventually, he broke the tense silence. “I’m not going to be a deadbeat. I’m sure you expected me to run off and want nothing to do with you and that’s why you didn’t tell me but-”

“I didn’t tell you because I haven’t told anyone, I’ve been too overwhelmed to even think about it,” you interrupted him.

He shuffled an inch closer to you, not touching, not suffocating, just… there.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a little while as the both of you watched the waves and the setting sun.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there but eventually you got back into his car and he drove you back to the car park that was now your designated meeting point.

“You gonna be okay?” He asked as you slipped out of the car.

You nodded slowly.

“Call me if you need anything,” he told you before driving off.

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two weeks later…

You and Rafe had spoken just a few times since the day he found out.

Honestly, you’d been avoiding him.

The pressure of anyone finding out, specifically your parents, was really weighing on you.

You knew that you were going to have to book an appointment at some point and so you just bit the bullet and called the hospital.

A date was set and after thinking on it for a little while you decided to call Rafe.

“Hey, everything okay?” He asked after answering almost immediately.

“Yeah. I just booked an appointment… and I was thought I should ask if you wanted to be there? Obviously you don’t have to I just-”

“I’ll be there,” he said firmly, “…if you want me there?”

You were surprised at the relief you felt.

“I do,” you replied softly.

He smiled. “Okay, send me the date and time.”

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Five days later Rafe picked you up from your meeting point and drove the two of you to your appointment.

You went in through the back entrance to be as discreet as possible. Everyone knows everyone in the outer banks and you really didn’t want to risk getting caught.

A nurse took you into a private room and told you the doctor would be with you soon.

You sat on the bed nervously picking at your fingers. Rafe sat opposite you, leaning forward, looking at the ground with a tenseness that just made you feel worse.

Suddenly the door burst open and a woman with a kind face walked in. Her shoes squeaked slightly as she approached you.

“You must be y/n?” She shook your clammy palm as you nodded.

She turned to Rafe’s direction. “And this is…?”

“He’s the father.” “The father.” You both blurted out at the same time.

She smiled. “Alright then. Shall we get started?”

The appointment began with a long list of questions, ranging from how far along I thought I was to if I was currently sexually active, to which I replied no, avoiding all eye contact with Rafe.

When she started asking about your symptoms you expressed how sick you felt in the morning and how nauseous you were throughout the day, which Rafe listened to and felt a pang of guilt.

“Okay, that was the last question. Now would you like me to do an ultrasound?” She asked, already wheeling the machine over.

You nodded and so she asked you to lift your shirt up.

Your stomach was thankfully just as it always looked and you were hoping it’d stay that way for as long as possible.

“And… here’s your baby.”

Rafe finally looked up, his eyes fixed to the screen where she pointed to the tiny little blob.

“Is it okay?” You asked, a lump forming in your throat.

“Perfect. Measuring just as you’d said, nine weeks,” she replied softly.

Rafe stood, slowly making his way over to you.

You glanced his way, he was already looking at you, his eyes soft.

“Here’s baby’s heartbeat,” the doctor spoke just before a whooshing sound filled the room.

You cracked a smile, feeling a sense of calm for the first time in two months.

After filling out some paperwork and being given some prenatal vitamins along with two copies of the ultrasound you were free to go home.

The two of you sat in Rafe’s car in silence on the way back to the parking lot.

Once he’d parked up and the engine fell silent you weren’t sure what to say.

“How long until we can’t hide it?” Rafe eventually asked.

We.

You still couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Maybe two months,” you replied quietly.

“y/n? look at me.”

You turned your head, revealing the tears brimming at your waterline. In the last few weeks you’ve shed many tears, just not in front of anyone.

He reached forward and grasped your chin with his fingers, without thinking you lent into his touch.

“Hey… tell me.”

“That just made it all so real. I’ve been trying to pretend none of this was happening, but it is and I feel like I’m all on my own,” you admitted as tears began staining your cheeks.

He shifted in his seat.

“You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone as long as I’m around, as long as you want me around. You’re carrying my kid y/n, I don’t care about our families stupid fucking feud, I only care about you.”

Your heart clenched in your chest. “You’re really not the guy I thought you were Rafe, I’m glad.”

“We’re family now. And we’ve got two months to figure this out.”

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Rafe kept to his word. He checked in on you every day and you even secretly met up a few times at the cliff where he let you complain and cry, since he’s the only person you can talk to about this situation.

The next two months were filled with sneaking out, anxiety and wearing sweaters. The further along you got the harder it was becoming to hide.

One morning you woke up to the sound of your parents arguing downstairs.

You rubbed your tired eyes and sat up, glancing out at the morning rain that beat down against your window, something that was rare in the obx.

Looking over you spotted the hoodie that you’ve been sleeping in -just in case- in a pile on the floor. You must’ve taken it off in the middle of the night.

After pulling it back on you headed downstairs. The shouting had quieted down and if you didn’t get food within the next ten minutes you’d be nauseous for the rest of the morning.

The air was weird, tense, as you walked into the kitchen. Both of your parents sat at the table, stern looks on their faces.

You were about to turn back around and get out of there before your father called you to sit down.

Hesitantly you did, heart beating out of your chest.

“How long have you been lying to us y/n?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“What?” Your eyes widened.

He slammed his hand down on the table, making your body jolt.

“Who was it? Who knocked you up?”

You felt like you were in a movie. Your ears rang, the room grew suffocating. He knew.

“Dad please, I’m sorry I-” you stumbled over your words, looking over at your mother who just sat there sheepishly, not able to make eye contact with you.

He stood up abruptly, clearly seething as he swiped a hand over his mouth.

“Your mother walked into your room this morning to find you-” he hesitated, “as you are. How long were you going to hide this from us y/n?”

You looked down at your lap. “I- I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Have you been to a doctor yet?” He questioned.

You nodded.

“How far along are you?” Your mother finally spoke.

You looked up at her, eyes pleading. “Just over four months,” you replied cautiously.

A noise came from her mouth, a mix of a sob and a gasp.

“You need to get out,” your father pointed to the door.

“Are you kicking me out?” You asked, eyes filling with tears.

Your mother muttered his name, she knew it was wrong, she just didn’t have the courage to stand up against him.

“Just go. For- until I can figure out what to do with you.”

You pushed your seat back and stood up. “I’m twenty dad. Not sixteen. You don’t have to figure out what to do with me, I’ll make the decision for you,” you told him before leaving and going back upstairs to pack a bag.

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Clutching your bag in one hand and your phone in the other you called the only person who you knew would come, Rafe.

He was meeting you at your spot within ten minutes, quickly getting out and racing over to you.

He grasped your wet hoodie covered shoulders, his shirt beginning to stick to his chest as the rain soaked him.

After taking your bag he ushered you over to the passenger seat of his car, opening the door and then helping you in.

The loud silence in the car once he got in was intense.

“They know,” you stated quietly.

He nodded, jaw tense.

You shivered, he looked over and held his gaze for a moment before starting the car and driving off, heat blasting.

He parked up outside one of the nicer hotels in figure 8.

“You’ll stay here.”

“Rafe, I don’t have any-” you began before he cut you off.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, not showing off, just trying to help, fix the situation.

He walked in with you and got you a room, then he went up with you, acting like your professional escort.

After placing your bag in front of the bed he awkwardly turned around to you.

“Thank you. I really don’t know where I would’ve gone.”

He nodded. “It’s the least I can do, your parents never would’ve kicked you out if it wasn’t for me.”

You hummed. “They don’t know who the father is. I would rather it stay that way, so we only have to worry about one set of parents. And you can keep your credibility for longer.”

He stepped towards you, slowly, cautiously, intertwining both of his hands with yours.

You looked up at him, surprised, confused and yet a little relieved.

“I don’t care about my parents, or what people think of me. You know I care about you. I’ve actually,” he hesitated, “never cared about two people more than I do you and this kid,” he admitted.

“You’re a changed man Rafe Cameron,” you muttered with a watery smile.

“You’ve changed me,” he whispered.

Your breaths simultaneously caught in your throats, before your lips crashed into each other’s.

The kiss was tender, filled with all the past resentment as you poured into each other.

His hands remained respectfully on your waist, hand grazing the small bump under your hoodie. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him in deeper.

Once you pulled away he kept you there for a second, foreheads pressing together before parting.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

You looked into his eyes. “You have nothing to apologise for Rafe.”

“That just changed everything.”

You shifted your hand up to his cheek. “Whys that a bad thing? Hmm? We’re literally having a child together.”

He sighed and then nodded in agreement.

“I’ve gotta go,” he told you before stepping towards the door, “call me if you need anything.”

And then he was gone, leaving you confused and with looming anxiety in your chest.

let me know if you guys want a part two!! i’m sorry for my lack of posting recently but i wanted to finish this for u all before season five comes out! 💘😋

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Can you do a day in a life of wife reader and her getting the kids ready and stuff

AN ORDINARY DAY

pairing: rafe cameron x wife!reader

contents: fluff, pregnant!reader, dad!rafe, mom!reader, established relationship(married), child character

wc: 1275

a/n: once again, tumblr thinks this post requires content warning BUT WHY 😭💔

“But mommy, i want to stay with you and the baby,” Missy whines as you slip the baby-pink sneakers onto her tiny feet.

“You already missed preschool yesterday, baby. Your friends must be missing you,” you say gently, lifting her into your arms, enjoying it while you still can before your pregnant belly grows.

“They’re not,” she mumbles, burying her face in the crook of your neck, wrapping her short arms around you tightly.

By the time you come down the stairs with Melissa on your hip and reach the kitchen, Rafe is closing Missy’s hot tea bottle. He comes up to both of you, resting his free hand on your waist as the other hands Missy her bottle. When she wraps her hands around it to take a sip, Rafe points a finger at her. “Behave, little miss,” he warns, though the softness in his eyes ruined any attempt at sounding strict. Then he looks at you. “I’m leaving already. Have a meeting.”

“Okay. We’ll see you later,” you smile, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. Your daughter waves at her dad. “Bye, daddy.”

“Bye, baby girl,” Rafe kissed her cheek, smiling, before grabbing his briefcase and walking out the door in his suit.

Right as you park in front of Missy’s preschool, she finishes her tea and stretches the bottle toward you from her car seat in the back. “Mommy,” she calls you.

You twist in the driver’s seat, taking the bottle from her and placing it on the passenger seat. Then you stepped out of the car, open the back door, unbuckle the straps around her, and help her down to the ground.

Hand in hand, you walk toward the entrance, her backpack dangling from your other arm. When you reach the door, where the same security guard stands like every morning, you crouch down and slip the backpack onto her shoulders. “See you later. I love you.”

Melissa smiles. “Bye, mommy,” she says, but her attention is already drifting as she spots one of her classmates running inside. She hurries after her, little sneakers squeaking against the pavement while you stay there for a second longer, smiling at the sight.

Your baby. Your first baby. Growing up way too fast.

The next stop is the baby store.

It might seem superficial to anyone else, but you had been counting the days until you could start buying things for your new son or daughter. It had been like that when you found out you were pregnant with Missy too, even if she had been a surprise. Buying tiny clothes, hospital bags, stuffed animals, even just walking past cribs and rocking chairs. That makes everything real, and you couldn’t be happier with your reality.

You walk into the store, the same one where you had bought most of Missy’s newborn things, one hand resting on your belly as you head straight for the furniture section.

You must have spent over an hour walking through every aisle of the store, but in the end, you didn’t buy any furniture. You want Rafe there with you for that moment.

Still, you couldn’t leave empty-handed. So you walk out with two bags; one with a pair of plush toys inside (which Missy will definitely play a lot with before the baby is even born), and another with two or three light-colored onesies for the hospital bag, along with the softest blanket you could find, printed with tiny sea animals.

As soon as you get back into the car, placing the bags on the back seat, your phone rings and Rafe’s contact name shows up on your phone screen.

You smile at that and answer. “Hi, love.”

“Hey,” he says, and you can hear papers shuffling, drawers closing. “Just wanted to know if you wanna have lunch together. The noon meeting got cancelled.”

“Of course. I’ll head to The Wreck, then. Meet you there,” you reply, starting the car.

“Alright,” Rafe nods, still moving around in his office. “Is Missy staying until three today? Or can I pick her up now?”

You laugh softly. “She said she wanted to stay only until noon. But you know your daughter, if you show up now, she’ll cry and say she wants to stay until midnight.”

Rafe chuckled under his breath. You could picture the smile on his face perfectly. “Yeah, okay. I’m leaving the office now.

Lunch had been nice. You and Rafe sat side by side at your usual table at the restaurant, he told you about work and you told him about the crib you almost bought.

Afterward, he went back to the office, you picked Missy up from preschool at three, and now the clock on the oven reads 5:02 p.m.

Melissa had just gotten out of the bath, wrapped in her panda towel, the little hood with ears wobbling as she walks around the house instead of going to her bedroom to put on pajamas.

“Missy,” you call from the living room, fingers running through a magazine’s pages. “Pajamas.”

“Nooo,” she sings, dragging the word as she pads behind the couch you’re sitting on, water droplets still clinging to her legs. “I’m a panda!”

“Well, I can see that,” you chuckle. “But pandas also wear pajamas.”

Missy stops moving, clutching the towel to her chest. “They do?”

“The ones named Melissa definitely do,” you say with a firm nod, making Missy pause, considering that.

For one hopeful second, you think you’ve won. Then she bolts for the stairs.

You sigh softly, pushing yourself up from the couch, one hand going to your lower back. “Melissa Cameron,” you warn, already moving after her, even though you know she’s much faster than you.

You check your bedroom first, where Missy is trying — and failing — to hold in her giggles. You can practically hear the smile she’s biting back.

You step further into the room, and that’s when she jumps from behind the door. “Boo!” she yells, laughing immediately.

You gasp dramatically, pressing a hand to your chest. “Oh my God, you scared me!” before she can run again, you scoop her up into your arms. “Got you, little panda!” you tease, attacking her sides with tickles.

Missy collapses into helpless laughter, squirming, trying to escape. “No, mommy! Pandas don’t need pajamas,” she argues between giggles.

“Oh, I think this panda does,” you say, kissing her cheek while she laughs and laughs.

A couple of hours later, with Missy finally in her pajamas, you stand by her bedroom door, leaning lightly against the frame. Rafe sits on the edge of her bed, a book open in his hands, Missy tucked under the blankets beside him. Her curls fall across the pillow while he gently brushes them away from her face as he reads.

“And then,” he says, turning the last page, “everyone closed their eyes and fell asleep, already waiting for the next adventure,” he glances down, seeing Missy deep in sleep.

Rafe looks up and finds you watching from the doorway. He smiles and carefully closes the book, moving slowly to stand up and not wake your daughter up.

When he reaches you, he presses a soft kiss to your lips as the two of you step out into the hallway, pulling the door almost all the way closed behind you. “Finally our little panda settled down,” he murmurs with a quiet laugh, remembering what you told him about Missy running around the house this afternoon.

You smile too, leaning into him. “I hope this one,” you say, pointing to your belly, “isn’t as energetic as their big sister.”

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season 2 rafe come back to me, i miss you.

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Come back to me -Rafe Cameron

warnings: angst, anxiety, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption.

summary: you were both seventeen and deeply in love when your family spontaneously decided to move. once you return years later you’re both older, matured and living completely different lives. time has changed him, but through everything there was one person that had never left his damaged heart… you.

notes: angst with a sprinkle of christmassy vibes since ‘tis the season ✨ i hope you enjoy my lovelies and merry christmas! 🤭🎄 (to those who celebrate 🫶🏼)

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five years ago…

Your parents sat you down in the living room of your family home as they needed to “discuss something serious.”

Anxiety plagued your thoughts as you wracked your brain as to what they needed to tell you.

You had no idea that that ten minute conversation was going to change your entire life, and there was nothing you could do about it.

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You left the house in tears and ran to your boyfriend’s home.

Thankfully he was the one who answered the door when you knocked.

He was shocked to see you in such a state of disarray.

“What happened? Did someone hurt you?” He asked quickly as he lead you inside and to his room.

You shook your head, hysterical.

After sitting down on the side of his bed he knelt before you, eyes searching your tear stained face.

“Tell me what’s wrong baby,” he whispered, voice soft.

You took a deep breath.

“I’m moving,” you finally admitted.

He paused, eyes furrowing slightly.

“What?”

“My dad got a job in London… so he’s taking us with him,” you elaborated through tears.

His face dropped. “London? No.”

“I tried to argue with them but he’s already accepted and they’ve found a house.”

His jaw tensed as his eyes grew watery.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispered as he dropped his forehead onto your knee.

You slipped off the bed to join him on the floor.

“I’m so sorry Rafe. I don’t want to lose you either but I’ve got no choice,” you said just as quietly, your hands moving to lift his head up and wipe his tears.

In an instant he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest.

“We’ll work this out,” he muttered into your hair.

You didn’t reply, though you hoped he was right.

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present day…

You took a long, deep breath as you stepped off the boat and onto the dock.

The familiar smell of the sea and feeling of the cool california breeze on your skin felt like travelling back in time.

It’d been five years since you’d stepped foot in the outer banks.

From London it was an eight hour flight to get back here and you’d been so busy with your new life that you’d never had time to take the trip.

As you walked through your hometown to the small hotel you’d booked for your week long stay you realised that things hadn’t really changed, it was like you’d never left.

Most of the shops were decorated for christmas and it remained you of when you used to go shopping for all your friends (and boyfriends) presents when you were younger.

There’s three weeks until christmas and as it’s coming up to winter the temperatures have dropped, which you didn’t used to mind since it meant you could put away the shorts and tank tops for a little while but coming from the freezing cold uk you actually would’ve liked to get your summer wardrobe out.

After a thirty minute walk to you hotel you hauled your suitcase up two flights of stairs, since the elevator was out of service, then you unpacked, took a long, warm shower and slipped into bed.

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The next morning you woke up relatively early, got ready and then headed to the beach.

The waves slowly lapping, the sound of the sand as you walked and the salty smell felt nostalgic.

The beach was always the place you went when you needed to escape.

After walking for a while you made your way to one of your favourite coffee shops that you used to frequent when you were younger.

You walked up to the counter with a smile and ordered a warm drink.

Just as you turned around to leave, cup now in hand, you stopped at the sound of your name being called.

You looked over to see Sarah Cameron walking towards you, her face showing that she was happy but also shocked to see you.

“Hi,” you greeted her as she pulled you into a hug.

“I- what’re you doing here? It’s been… so long since i’ve seen you. How are you?” She rambled.

She was so grown up now, a whole woman. The last time you’d seen her she was fourteen and so upset that you were leaving since, being “Rafe’s cool girlfriend” had lead her to look up to you.

“I’m doing okay, thanks. I just wanted a little fresh air and I couldn’t think of a better place than here so… here I am,” you replied softly.

She nodded. “How long are you here for? We need to go out for lunch or something, obviously only if you want to I’d understand if not-”

You placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’d love to.”

Her smile brightened. “Okay. Okay great.”

You glanced behind her to the boy twiddling his thumbs at the table she was just sat at.

“He’s cute,” you teased, “would I know him?”

Her cheeks turned pink. “We actually met not long after you left. You remember Big John? From the cut?”

You nodded. “The guy who went missing?”

“Yeah, well he’s his son… John B.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Wow. Well I’m glad you found someone. I thought you were destined to end up with Topper and I was a little scared for you.”

She chuckled. “Yeah so did I. Thankfully not.”

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Throughout the next three days you shopped, went on that lunch with Sarah and called some of your old friends to see if they wanted to go out for a drink.

Sarah mentioned a party the pouges were having at the beach this weekend, which she practically begged you to come to, to which you told her you’d “think about it”.

Your friends were so excited when you called and immediately organised a night where everyone was free—since you’re not all unemployed teenagers anymore.

You showered, got ready, slipped on a little black dress and some heels and then headed out to meet your friends.

“Oh my god! You look incredible!” Jasmine screeched when she spotted you walking into the bar.

You hugged before she ushered you to the table where your other friend Emma was sat at.

Your smile didn’t leave your face as you caught up and reminisced with the two people you’d spent your teenage years with.

“So… I have to ask, have you seen Rafe yet?” Emma asked as she tucked some of her blond hair behind her ear.

You shook your head. “I’m not planning to.”

“Surely you want to talk things out? You know how hard he took you leaving,” Jasmine added.

“He barely contacted me when I got to London. I tried to make the long distance work but,” you sighed, “I was heartbroken when I ended it but I needed to move on, live my life.”

They nodded understandingly.

“He got into drugs and partying and hooking up with every girl on the island once you broke up. Maybe you dodged a bullet,” Emma said in an attempt to make you feel better.

“Drugs?” You asked in disbelief, your heart sinking.

“Yeah. Big time. A lot of shit has gone down in the past five years. Don’t think he does it much anymore though, he’s actually running Cameron developments. You know, since his dad died,” she replied.

“I heard about that.”

You’d found out through your parents telling you, since they’re still in contact with a few of their friends from the island.

Ward was always a difficult man, but he was polite with you when you and Rafe were together and you knew Rafe loved his father, no matter how rocky their relationship was, so your heart hurt at the thought of the pain Rafe must’ve been feeling.

“I honestly couldn’t believe it when my mom told me,” Jasmine breathed out, recalling that day two years ago.

“Hm,” you hummed.

“Anyway girls, enough talk about Rafe. I wanna hear about the cute London boys!” Emma smirked.

All three of you laughed, which broke the tension and honestly you were glad to stop talking about your ex, since the topic was always going to be a difficult one.

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The day of the beach party arrived and you spend the morning and afternoon contemplating whether you should go or not, though you did want to meet Sarah’s friends and properly introduce yourself to her boyfriend.

Eventually you decide to go.

You’re going home tomorrow and staying in the hotel all night was a much less fun idea than spending it -hopefully- drunk on a beach with Sarah.

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You pulled your jacket over your chest as the cold air tickled your skin.

Looking around you suddenly felt way too old to be here, surrounded by teenagers.

“y/n!”

You looked left to see Sarah scurrying towards you, already looking a little bit tipsy with her arms extended to hug you.

“I’m so happy you decided to come! I really thought you wouldn’t,” she giggled.

“You only live once, I guess. Is everyone here under the legal drinking age?” You asked sarcastically.

She looked around.

“Uhhh… no! Look! Toppers over there! He’s twenty two!”

Your smile dropped from your face as you looked to where she was pointing.

“Fuck,” you swore.

“What? …oh! Shit. I honestly had no idea kooks were gonna join, I swear I-”

“It’s fine honestly, I think I’m just gonna go,” you went to turn around.

She frowned.

“They’re all the way over there and I don’t even think Rafe’s with them, please stay, just to meet my friends… please?”

You sighed and considered it for a second before agreeing. “Just thirty minutes, okay?”

She actually jumped with excitement.

“Of course, of course. Come on!” She grabbed your hand and dragged you over to where her friends were sat on the sand.

Immediately the blond boy stood up and extended his hand. “JJ, nice to meet ya!”

You smiled, your nerves subsiding.

“Hi JJ, I’m y/n,” you shook his hand with a chuckle.

You introduced yourself to Kiara, who’s a sweetie, Pope, Cleo and finally Sarah’s boyfriend John B.

When you left she was still on and off with Topper and her friends weren’t exactly trust worthy, so it’s nice to see that she’s finally found her people.

JJ grabbed you a drink as you started chatting to Kie, who you’d actually met before since Sarah and her were close for a little while during highscool, you’re glad they reconnected.

“So,” she began, “what’s London like? I’ve always wanted to go.”

“Basically the opposite of here, it was a weird adjustment,” you replied before thanking JJ as he handed you a red solo cup.

“You got a boyfriend y/n?” JJ asked, wobbling a little as he sat on the damp sand.

“JJ!” Kie swatted his arm.

You honestly found it funny, it’d been a little while since you’d been asked that question, since back home you’re too busy for that kinda thing.

“No, I don’t,” you replied eventually, a teasing smile on your face.

“Well then-”

“Don’t even think about it,” Sarah cut him off, to which he rolled his eyes sarcastically.

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You spent an hour at the beach before deciding to call it a night, wanting to avoid the teenagers that were just getting increasingly drunker.

As you walked through the sand banks and breathed in the fresh air you thought you’d avoided any drama until…

“y/n?” the voice breathed out.

You froze, anxiety making your heart pound.

Once you grew enough courage to turn around you were faced with the one person you’d hoped you wouldn’t bump into, Rafe.

You had no words. He looked different, older, matured… tired.

He shook his head in disbelief. “What’re you- why-”

You weren’t prepared for this conversation and the look in his eyes was making a lump form in your throat.

“I’m- I just came for a week, to… I don’t know… remains, I guess,” you eventually responded, your voice quiet.

He ran a hand over his -now buzzed- hair, something he always used to do when he was stressed.

“Why wouldn’t you call?”

“To be honest I was hoping I wouldn’t run into you at all,” you explained, a little defensively.

His brows furrowed. “You came back here for the first time in what? Five years? And you didn’t think I deserved a fucking call?”

The both of you were growing angry now, the frustration from the way things ended finally emerging.

“Deserved a call?! I came here to revisit the place I grew up in Rafe. You had nothing to do with it, I’ve moved on,” you shot back.

He took a step back, the sand crunching beneath his feet.

“So have I,” he said, voice softer now.

You sighed and looked down.

“Listen Rafe, I was just hoping I could come here, go to my favourite places, see my old friends and go home. I wasn’t even supposed to be at the stupid beach but Sarah begged me-”

“Sarah? You’ve spoken to Sarah? She didn’t even mention it,” he genuinely sounded hurt.

“Yeah I um- I ran into her when I was getting coffee. Anyways, she begged me to come and I thought it was just pouges so… but I’m going home tomorrow so you don’t have to worry about seeing me again.”

“What?”

“I’m leaving in the morning,” you repeated.

There was a moment of silence.

“I’ve missed you,” Rafe admitted quietly, out of nowhere.

The words shocked you, he wasn’t usually the type to put his heart out on a platter, but I guess you really didn’t know him anymore.

The both of you had also had a drink, which usually made speaking your mind easier.

You hesitated before… “I’ve missed you too Rafe,” you sighed.

He clenched his jaw, his muscle ticking.

“But you didn’t fight for us,” your emotions were evident in your voice as it cracked.

“Nether did you,” he replied softly, not a jab, just the truth.

“I should’ve.”

“My dad died,” he told you as if you couldn’t already know because he hasn’t been the one to tell you.

“I heard. I’m so sorry,” you looked up at him, tears brimming in your waterline.

He moved his jaw, the way he always used to when he was trying to hold in tears, just like Ward taught him to.

You stepped forward, now close enough to smell his cologne and you wrapped your arms around him.

He practically crumbled into you. He didn’t make a noise but you knew the tears had spilled, as had yours.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered.

“Rafe I-”

“Please.”

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You practically ran back to your hotel room, tears streaming down your face as the pain from the last five years flooded through your body.

You left him there with tear stained cheeks.

It was all to overwhelming. You’d experienced too many different emotions in just a few minutes.

You broke down once you closed the door behind you.

Honestly you’d never expected to see him again.

And you know that once you love someone with your whole heart you’ll always love them in one way or another.

You cried as you packed your bag, you cried as you crawled into bed and then you continued to cry yourself to sleep.

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The next morning you woke up with sore, red eyes.

After showering and slowly getting dressed you grabbed your suitcase.

Hesitantly, you opened the door and continued to check out at the front desk.

“Are you alright sweetie?” The kind woman asked you as you handed her your key.

You hadn’t expected the question, you’d been in a weird, numb haze all morning.

You just nodded.

She gave you a sympathetic look. “Well, you’re all checked out. Have a safe journey home honey.”

“Thanks,” you managed softly before leaving.

As you walked through the town you kept your head down, though with thirty minutes to kill before your ferry left you decided to go grab one last coffee from your favourite spot.

The bell dinged as you walked in and tried to get your suitcase over the step.

“Here.”

A hand reached out and grabbed it for you.

You looked up to see Rafe, again.

This is not what you needed this morning, what’re the fucking odds?

“Thank you,” you practically whispered, voice still horse from all your crying.

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Somehow he managed to convince you to sit down and let him speak.

You sat in silence, hands uncomfortably fidgeting on your lap.

“I should’ve called,” he began, “I should’ve done a lot of things.” He let out a deep sigh.

“I lost you. I regret letting you go y/n. I was angry when you left, I resented you for leaving me, even though I knew you had no choice. I- uh- started partying more and numbing everything with-”

“Coke?” You cut in.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, amongst other things. I was a fucking idiot.”

“You’re older now though. You don’t do it anymore?” Your friends had told you he didn’t but you still wanted the confirmation.

He shook his head. “I stopped doing that shit years ago.”

You nodded, relived.

In your time you’d smoked weed a few times for fun, in a social setting, but that wasn’t the case with Rafe. He used drugs to forget about all his problems.

“I realised just how much I’d fucked up letting you go when my dad passed. You were the one person I knew would make it hurt less,” he admitted, bearing his soul to you.

The comment hit deep into your chest since when you’d heard of wards death you almost picked up the phone, maybe if you had have things would’ve been different. 

“Anyway,” he clenched his jaw, “I know you have to go. I just wanted you to know the truth before you leave.”

“I don’t,” you almost whispered.

“What?” He was caught off guard.

“I don’t have to go. I have another two weeks off before I go back to work,” you explained, not looking him in the eye.

He wasn’t sure what to say, you’d rendered Rafe Cameron speechless.

Finally, you looked at him.

“Do you want me to stay?” You asked, not fully sure why you were even considering it, you just didn’t think you’d be able to actually leave again, when so many things are still unanswered.

“I- yes.”

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It was only supposed to be one week, that quickly turned into two.

The hotel you were previously staying at was now fully booked so Rafe asked if you’d stay in the spare bedroom of his home, surprisingly you agreed.

After that you were royally fucked.

One night the both of you had had a few too many beers at the party Rafe had planned in his backyard.

“I haven’t loved anyone since you. Actually I’ve never loved anyone but you,” he’d admitted drunkenly.

“Me neither,” you replied, head rested on his shoulder.

“I still love you,” he whispered.

Those words sobered you up a little.

“Say that again?”

You were now sat up, facing him.

“Just forget it,” he moved to get up.

You grabbed his arm.

“You still love me?” Your eyes were welling up, you weren’t even sure why.

He paused, the cogs turning in his head before finally…

“I still love you. I’ll always love you.”

Your jaw dropped open slightly, eyes widening.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it back, the words just wouldn’t come out after so long of protecting your heart.

He walked away, into the crowd of people, disappearing from your eyesight.

That night you barely slept, too busy running over the events of the evening in your head.

The next morning Rafe wasn’t in the house when you woke up. Actually he didn’t return until the sun had set.

“Rafe,” you caught him as he walked past the guest rooms door.

He stopped but didn’t look at you.

“I do,” you paused, he looked at you, “love you.”

Without a second thought he stalked towards you and pulled you into a kiss. The kind of kiss that practically knocked you off your feet, the kind of kiss to make you forget everything happened around you, the kind of kiss that made you question every decision up until that moment.

With your arms wrapped around his neck and his hand holding the back of your head he lifted you off the ground with one arm before moving in the direction of his bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed gently. That’s when you really got to get a good look at him, into his eyes.

You were both breathless, he slowly reached back and pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it somewhere on the floor.

“What does this mean?” You asked.

“This means I’m never ever letting you go again, I’ll never stop fighting for us, I’ll never stop loving you.”

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One week later…

You never made it back to London for christmas and you weren’t sure you’d ever spend another christmas there again.

You and Rafe were taking everything day by day.

Unexpectedly falling back into the arms of your first love, five years later, was something you’d never thought would happen.

But the thought of loosing him again made your chest tighten up.

You’d never felt completely settled in London, because it wasn’t home.

The outer banks was always and will always be home, you’d just needed a reason to stay, Rafe’s now that reason and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

thank you so much for reading angels! i know this was a long one! i got a little stuck on the ending of this so i hope you enjoyed it 🤞🏼 have an amazing christmas and new year 😚💘 (and lmk what you thought! i love chatting to you all ⬇️)

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angsty, christmassy rafe fic dropping at 6:30 (BST) tomorrow! be there girlies!!💝🎄🫶🏼

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outer banks during the christmas season🪵🌨️🧣🌊

(to set the scene for my upcoming fic🤭)

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Haunted -Rafe Cameron

warnings: forced proximity, hard make out sesh, grinding, alcohol consumption.

summary: on halloween night you and your friends decide to visit a haunted house. you didn’t think you’d run into rafe cameron and you definitely didn’t think you’d end up stuck in a dark room with him.

notes: happy (late😭) halloween my loves!🦇 i hope you all had an amazing night however you spent it😚🍬✨

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Every year one of the rich families of the obx spend an obscene amount of money setting up a haunted house. It’s always elaborate, each year outdoing the last.

You and your friends had decided to go since you didn’t have many other plans for the night.

All three of you got ready in your room, drinking as loud music blared through your speaker. By the time you were finished there was glitter and fake blood everywhere though it was worth it since you all looked incredible.

You admired all the spookily decorated homes as you walked the fifteen minutes to the haunted house.

The sound of your heels clicked on the concrete while kids ran past happily, high on sugar from all the candy they’d already eaten.

When you reached the house you stared up at it excitedly, your heart racing in your chest as the three of you entered the crowd of people outside.

“Oh my god! Hayden hey!” Your friend turned to the boy she’d been talking about non stop all day, it was just your luck that he was here.

Within no time she was being whisked away, telling you that she’d see you after before mouthing a quick apology.

You sighed, turning to your other friend. “Ready?”

“Yes, yes! Come on, let’s go!” she grabbed your hand and pulled you up the stairs to the entrance.

As soon as you entered a loud voice recording echoed through the foyer, welcoming you.

“Fuck, this is so sick!” Your friend shouted cheerfully as she hurried through to the next room.

While slightly struggling to keep up with her you also tried to take in all the decor in each room, whoever had organised it had genuinely done a great job.

You called out your friends name as you’d lost sight of her.

The room you were in was dark, though green and red spotlights moved over the four walls sporadically.

The door opened and then closed again abruptly, the sound of boys laughter echoed from the outside.

“Very fucking funny!” A deep voice from inside the room shouted.

It startled you causing you quickly turn around just to see none other than Rafe Cameron, the guy you’d had a very secret crush on since you were fourteen.

Your eyes locked and his brows furrowed.

“What’re you doing in here?” He asked, taking a step towards you.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You stood straight and crossed your arms.

“Clearly I’m not here by choice,” he gestured to the door his friends had just forced him in through.

You pushed past him and grabbed the handle, shaking it vigorously when it didn’t open.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head as the drink’s you had earlier started to catch up with you.

Suddenly Rafe was behind you, leaning over you to try the door himself. You could feel his breath on your shoulder, sending a shiver through your body.

He tried, but to no avail.

Eventually, the two of you ended up sat against one of the empty walls in the room.

You could hear the screams and laughter from the rest of the house, though the loud beat of music meant nobody could really hear you.

“Those fucking assholes. Where are your friends? Shouldn’t they be looking for you?” Rafe asked with a huff.

“I don’t know. One of them got caught up with the guy she’s seeing and the other… well, shes in her own world I guess,” you replied, pulling your knees closer to your chest.

He sighed through gritted teeth. “Halloween night and I’m stuck in here with you.”

“Chill out Rafe. I’m not that bad am I?” you joked slightly, bumping shoulders with him, trying to lighten the mood.

You could tell he was amused by that, even though he tried to hide it.

Silence fell over the room once again, you took a deep breath while nervously picking at your thumbs.

The tension grew between the two of you. In the quiet there were no snarky comments to cover up infatuation so Rafe’s breath became slightly uneven.

Without moving your head you glanced at him, now painfully aware of how close the two of you were to each other.

“y/n?”

He suddenly broke the silence, making you jump slightly.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah?”

He finally turned his head to you. Your eyes locked and within a split second the both of you were leaning in. No thinking, just actions.

The fact you couldn’t properly see each other helped, like having sex with the lights off.

His hand immediately moved to cup the side of your face, his other cautiously moving to land on your waist.

Both of your hands lay on his chest, heat radiating off of his skin.

You pulled away for a second, staring into each other’s eyes, both of you shocked at the kiss but not regretful.

It was only a moment before your lips connected once again.

His hand slowly reached down to the top of your thigh before he pulled you onto his lap.

“Mmm,” you hummed as he broke the kiss to pepper soft kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone.

You ground your hips against his lap once, without thinking.

He tensed and the grip on your thighs hardened.

“Fuck baby, you can’t-” he muttered, voice gruff.

Before you could reply the door swung open, lighting up the room.

You quickly jumped off his lap.

Topper and Kelce barrelled into the space.

They looked surprised for a moment at the scene before both smirking.

You stood, adjusting your dress as you glanced back at Rafe.

He stood up too, immediately questioning his friends as to why he had been locked in this room.

“Listen man, it wasn’t our idea!” Topper blurted out swiftly, noticing Rafes enraged expression.

“Yeah. And sorry y/n we didn’t know you were in here. Though it looks like the two of you made the best out of a bad situation…” Kelce winked teasingly.

“You fucking idiots.” You pushed past them, just wanting to get out of there.

After quickly finding your way out of the house you decided it was time for you to go home so you began the walk back to your house.

“y/n, wait!” A voice called from behind you.

You turned to see Rafe catching up to you.

“What now?” You asked, now visibly annoyed and slightly flustered.

“Call me,” he said breathlessly before handing you a piece of paper with his phone number on it.

You sighed. “And why would I do that?”

“Because that wasn’t nothing. Surely your not too stubborn to admit that?”

To be honest, you were surprised he was doing this. You’d assumed you were going to be just another one of the many girls he’d randomly made out with.

You opened your phone case and slipped the number in the back. “Maybe I will call.”

He stepped towards you, his hand cautiously moving from his side to rest on your jaw.

“You know what, you free next week? Wanna take you on a proper date,” he proposed, voice low.

A small smile spread across your lips. “Friday?”

He nodded. “Friday it is.”

You stared into each other’s eyes before kissing once again, though this time it was short and sweet.

“Want me to walk you home?” He asked.

“I’ll be okay. Good night Rafe.” You stepped backwards.

“Night baby,” he replied, a cheeky smirk on his face.

“Not there yet,” you added, stepping back further.

“Thought I’d try my luck,” he chuckled.

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You and Rafe did go on a date that following Friday and you went on many more after that.

Little did you know that your friends leaving you and Rafes friends locking him in the room of a random haunted house would lead you to be in one of the best relationships of your life.

You’d never thought in a million years that that relationship would be with the Rafe Cameron, but here you were… utterly and completely in love.

thanks for reading my lovelies! please let me know what you thought, i love talking to you all!🕸️🫧

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Make a choice -Rafe Cameron/JJ Maybank

warnings: love triangle, pouge!reader, rafe and jj tolerate each other, alcohol consumption, drugs misuse, mention of rehab.

summary: jj’s sweet, he cares deeply about you and has asked you to be his girlfriend, though you just can’t seem to get over your ex… rafe cameron, so who will you choose?

notes: it’s been a while since i’ve made anything for jj (i’m just pretending he’s alive and well) and this is my first written fic with him in it, but of course i had to make it interesting with a little love triangle! enjoy girlies👏🏼😏❤️‍🔥

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You and JJ had been friends for years prior to dating. It took a while but eventually (and after you’d recovered from a treacherous break up between you and Rafe) you kissed, it was late, you were alone outside on the hammock together, the both of you were a few beers deep but neither of you regretted it.

John B and Pope claimed that they’d seen it coming a mile away, which was weird considering you were completely bewildered by the situation.

You took it slow. Since you were still picking up the pieces from your last relationship. JJ was so patient with you, not pressuring you in any way to do anything you weren’t ready for.

“You alright princess? Need a helper?” He asked as you stood in the kitchen cooking for all the pouges, placing his head on your shoulder as his hands slowly snaked round your middle.

“Mhm… could you cut the lettuce for the salad?” You replied, turning your head back slightly to look at him.

His face contorted into one of disgust. “Salad?”

You chuckled and turned around in his arms, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Have to get some nutrients into you boys somehow. Just try it. The dressing I make will change your life, I swear.”

He smirked. “Anything for you mama,” he muttered before leaning in for a kiss.

Your hand made its way to the back of his neck as you depended the kiss.

After a long moment the both of you caught your breaths with your foreheads pressed together.

“Lettuce,” he muttered, reiterating the task at hand.

You giggled under your breath. “Lettuce. Bottom drawer of the fridge.”

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The next day you were in town shopping, looking for a new pair of denim shorts since the zipper on your favourite pair had just given out.

You walked into a quiet little shop, the bell on the door ringing as you stepped inside.

The woman at the counter greeted you with a kind smile before you started browsing the racks.

You didn’t like any of the shorts but you did find the cutest little summer dress that you could not try on.

It fit perfectly. Stepping out of the small changing room you looked into the floor length mirror on the wall of the shop.

“Suits you.” a deep voice made you jump. Your heart sank.

You turned to see none other than Rafe fucking Cameron, the last person you wanted to see.

You sighed. “Rafe. What’re you even doing in a shop like this?” The question just slipped out.

“Picking up a dress Wheezie ordered,” he answered, “are you gonna buy that?” He asked, eyes trailing over the dress and how it hugged your curves perfectly.

“Maybe,” you muttered before turning to walk back into the changing room. Truthfully you really did want to buy it but anything but a pair of shorts were currently a little out of your budget.

When you were together he would’ve brought it for you without a second thought, he was surprisingly observant and once noticed that you’d stared at a necklace in a shop window for a few seconds longer than normal. The next week he surprised you with it.

When you’d eventually gotten changed you prayed that he’d left.

Thankfully he had so you decided to call it a day and head back to the chateau, too distracted to remember what you’d actually come to town for.

When you got to the chateau JJ, John B and Sarah were sat in the living room. JJ watching a random channel on the shitty little tv while the couple scrolled through their phones.

“Hey!” JJ practically jumped off the couch to greet you.

He looked down at your empty hands. “Didn’t find any shorts?”

“Hm? Oh yeah. No,” you responded, also looking down at your hands.

“y/n?” He placed his hand under your chin and brought your head up so he could look at you. “You okay? You seem a little… off.”

“I’m fine. Just tired,” you reassured him, though you weren’t sure you were very convincing.

He accepted your answer as he knew not to argue with you, you’d tell him what was up when you were ready.

“Alright, wanna beer? John B just bought a six pack.”

You nodded. “I’ll take two.”

He chuckled softly before placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Whatever you want princess.”

The next morning you woke to the sight of JJ sleeping soundly next to you.

Quietly, you slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom, but before you could get there you crossed paths with Sarah.

“Morning,” she smiled, “oh! This was delivered a little while ago. I think it’s from that shop you went to yesterday?”

She handed you a white box wrapped with a soft yellow ribbon. Your brows furrowed. “Uh- I didn’t order anything...”

“Oh, well open it! I wanna see!”

So the both of you sat down on the couch while you carefully opened the box.

Sarah gasped, “wow, that’s beautiful!”

You stared down at the dress, pulling it out of the box and holding it up to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

It was the dress. The dress you’d tried on yesterday that wasn’t in your budget. How did this even- no… surely Rafe didn’t order it. But he was the only one to see you in it.

You abruptly stood up. “I’m gonna go return it, must’ve been a mistake.”

“What? But it’s so pretty! The universe sent you that dress y/n!” She stood up with you.

You shook your head. “I just wouldn’t feel right wearing a dress that wasn’t meant for me. I won’t be long, tell JJ I’m just running a quick errand.”

She signed in defeat. “Alright.”

You quickly got dressed, throwing on the only things you could find, one of JJs shirts and some little dark blue shorts.

After repacking the dress you threw it in the passenger seat of your little beat up car and sped all the way to figure eight.

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Okay! Alright, I’m comin’.” You heard from the other side of the door before it opened.

Rafe’s eyes widened.

You didn’t give him a second to speak before you all but threw the white box at his chest.

He caught it, looked down and then sighed at the sight.

“What the fuck are you playing at Rafe?! Thinking you can order a fucking dress to the chateau!”

He waited a moment before articulating his reply, “it doesn’t mean anything. You looked good in it and you felt good in it, I could tell, you were practically glowing looking at yourself in the mirror-”

“That’s enough. You can’t do shit like this anymore Rafe. We’re done. Over. You’re trying to mess with my head.”

“Come on y/n, don’t be like that. I was just trying to do a nice thing-“

“Well don’t,” you cut him off again.

A tense silence settled over the both of you.

“We broke up for a reason, we don’t work so-”

He took a step towards you. “But do you ever think about it? Trying again?”

The question shocked you. You opened and then closed your mouth a few times before you decided on your answer.

“Yes. Everyone thinks about what could’ve been with their ex but I’m dating JJ now and I’m trying so hard to move on so please just let me.”

His jaw ticked. “I heard.”

“Well I’m happy with him so.” I tried my hardest not to seem fazed by him.

“Good for you,” he said before he turned and slammed the door in your face.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

After driving back to the chateau with tears in your eyes you sat in your car for a good five minutes, before you mustered up the courage to go inside and act like everything was fine.

“Hey sweetheart,” JJ smiled as you walked into his bedroom. He was sat on his phone, mindlessly scrolling though he put it down as soon as he saw you.

You sat next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he began.

You perked up slightly at that. “Oh yeah?”

“I was just wondering,” he moved you so you were looking at him, “if you wanted to be my girlfriend?”

You froze.

“y/n? You good?” He asked softly after a moment, hand moving to rub your thigh.

You thought about saying you were fine but you were tired of lying so instead you told him everything. About your two interactions with Rafe, him buying you the dress and that he’d completely scrambled your brain.

After sitting in silence as he took your words in he took a deep breath and chose his words carefully.

“So where does this leave us? Do you… want to get back with him,” he asked hesitantly.

You signed as you covered your face with your hands, all kinds of confused.

JJ wasn’t perfect but he clearly cared for you and you desperately didn’t want to lose or hurt him, but with Rafe, from the very beginning you were drawn to each other.

Your and Rafe’s relationship was rocky. Mostly due to the fact he was doing drugs throughout it. In the very beginning it was only at certain parties which you didn’t really mind but then, when the issues with Ward really started to increase, it became more and more to the point you didn’t recognise the person he’d become.

You loved each other hard and breaking things off was one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do. He promised he’d get clean but he’d said those things before to no avail.

Rafe felt truly lost after you left. It finally clicked in his brain that he’d lost the only good thing in his life because he just couldn’t get his shit together.

He actually got clean. It took time and was impossibly hard but once he’d got through the worst of it and gone to rehab he realised how much better life was without the blur of drugs.

Once he thought he was finally ready to be the man and boyfriend you deserved he found out you were with JJ.

It crushed him, so when he saw you trying on that pretty little dress he used the only way he knew how to cope, coldness. He acted like seeing you wasn’t a big deal, though inside his heart felt like it was being split in two.

Even though it sounds stupid, when you ran into Rafe you didn’t see the broken man at the end of your relationship, you saw the young him, cocky in front of his friends but secretly soft and caring.

The boy who used to come to your house at the drop of a hat when he heard you were sick and then proceeded to insist on taking care of you. The boy who would complain about the romantic movie you’d pick to watch together but would end up cuddled into your side, unable to peel his eyes off the screen. And the boy who never failed to tell you just how much he loved you at every chance he got.

You thought the Rafe you knew was gone but by the way you’d overheard Sarah speaking about him and how he’d gotten clean to John B the other day you’d gotten your hopes up.

“I don’t know what to say JJ,” you muttered, eyes welling with tears, unable to look at him.

He lifted your chin. “Listen. I’ll always be your best friend. That’ll never change y/n, I promise. Maybe we’re just not meant to be, that’s okay. There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

The sweet tone he used and the genuine smile on his face made you feel much better. “I didn’t mean to use you or-”

“Hey. Don’t even go there. Sometimes friends being more than that just doesn’t work out, i mean, take Kie and Pope for example,” he chuckled.

You smiled at his comment, remembering how awkward their short lived relationship was.

“That’s what I like to see.” he shuffled closer to you. “Come on, bring it in.”

His arms wrapped around you and you let out a sigh of relief as you rested your head on his chest.

JJ was too good of a guy to ever make you feel bad for where your heart lay. He wasn’t a huge fan of Rafe since he saw how he made you feel at the end of your relationship but he also knew how happy you were at the beginning and that he was clean now, since John B had told him, so he was there to support you no matter what.

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The next day you woke up feeling lighter. Your head felt much clearer and it was like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

You decided to go and talk to Rafe, properly.

After getting ready you sat in your car for a good few minutes before taking a shaky breath and staring the car.

The whole way there you were thinking of what you would say to him.

Soon you were once again outside of Tanning Hill.

After a moment of mustering up the courage you opened your car door and got out.

“It’s now or never,” you whispered to yourself.

You knocked on the door and just a few seconds later Wheezie opened it, a bright smile on her face.

“y/n! Oh my god. Are you finally back with Rafe?” She asked excitedly.

Your eyes widened. “Uh- no, no. But I’m here to speak to him, is he home?”

“Oh. He just left, he’s probably at the country club with Topper though,” she replied.

“Okay, great,” you turned, “thanks Wheezie!” You shouted as you quickly walked back down the steps.

It was only a five minute drive to the country club but it felt like an eternity, you were itching to just see him.

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You walked into the club, slightly breathless from running across the car park, your eyes scanning for Rafe.

He wasn’t there, but Topper was so you rushed straight up to him.

“Hey, Top?” You sat down in the empty seat across from him.

“Oh, y/n. What’s up?” He replied with a smile, sitting right up in his seat.

“Have you seen Rafe? I really need to talk to him,” you explained.

“y/n?” A deep voice called from behind you.

You swiftly turned in your chair.

“Rafe,” you breathed out.

“You wanna talk?” he asked, gesturing towards the beach connected to the club.

You took in a deep breath before nodding.

As you followed him you thought again about how you were going to word what you wanted to say.

The two of you sat on a bench at the beginning of the sand.

The air was silent for a moment before you turned to him.

“So, uhm… okay,” you began, “I still love you Rafe. I never stopped I just couldn’t watch you destroy yourself. I- I don’t expect you to say anything back. I’m sure you’ve moved on but seeing you in that store the other day brought up a bunch of old memories I just couldn’t push down.”

The weight that lifted from your chest at the confession was something you didn’t know you needed.

Rafe blinked once, sat in a frozen state of shock.

“You think I’ve moved on? I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left that night. I got clean because you made me realise there were more important things than drugs, you are- were the best thing in my life and I fucked it up,” he paused for a moment, “I actually was going to call you, then I found out you were with Maybank and I- don’t like him but I thought you deserved to be happy so I tried to leave you alone. Obviously I didn’t plan to run into you.”

You smiled. “Thanks for the dress by the way. I really did love it, I just wasn’t ready to face the feelings that came with it.”

He shuffled a little closer to you and pulled you into a hug.

This was one of the things you’d missed the most, his warm chest, his chin resting on the top of your head, his biceps around your shoulders… you could stay like that forever.

“Would you ever… give me another chance?” He asked quietly.

You pulled away just enough to look at him. “Thought you’d never ask.”

And with that you kissed, a kiss full of new beginnings and hope for the future between you and the man you’ll never not love.

thank you for reading girlies! i didn’t actually pick who was going to be endgame before i started writing this but unfortunately in my mind it’ll always be rafe😌. i apologise to all the jj girls out there. love ya!🫧💝

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Pretend -Rafe Cameron

warnings: fake dating, enemies to lovers/brothers best friend trope, thornton!reafer, toxic ex (not rafe).

summary: you and rafe never really liked each other. he was always just your brothers friend… but when you make a deal to pretend you’re dating, other feelings are uncovered.

notes: hiya! i love this trope so this was a fun (and long) one🙂‍↕️. enjoy my loves!!✨🎞️🍓 (also what do we think about all the season five bts? i’m so fkn exited to see more rofia🙈)

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“We’re going to the Cameron’s for dinner darling, be ready for seven,” your mother announced as you sat at the breakfast bar in your kitchen.

Your head jolted up at that, your fork hitting your plate with a clang as you slammed your hands down. “No,” you groaned, “do I have to go?”

“Yes. They invited us. Plus Sarah will be there, you like her don’t you?” She continued as she walked around the kitchen.

You sighed. “She’s nice yeah. But her brother…” you grimaced. You never liked Rafe, you’ve always seen him as your brother’s playboy best friend who can’t be pleasant to save his life.

“Oh, grow up y/n,” she snapped, “if you’ve got that much of a problem with him then just stay away. Be polite though, I don’t want the most valued family in town thinking you’re rude.”

And with that it was settled, you’d be spending your Sunday night with Rafe mother fucking Cameron and his insufferable father.

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As you stood at the threshold of the Cameron’s home you picked at your thumbs anxiously.

“Stop that,” your mother bluntly muttered as she slapped your hand away from the other, causing you to jump slightly.

You glanced from her to Topper, who seemed completely unbothered.

Finally, the door swung open to reveal Rose. “Ah, welcome! Come on in.” She stepped aside and the four of you walked into the grand entrance.

Rose led you into the living room where Ward, Sarah and Rafe sat. Ward stood up to greet your father, Sarah said an awkward “hi” to Topper then came over to you, all whilst Rafe remained in his position on the couch, arms crossed, a scowl on his face.

“You look gorgeous!” Sarah commented, looking you up and down. You smiled. “Thank you. I love your dress.”

A conversation began and you ended up speaking for the entire first half hour. You’d almost forgotten about Rafe, until it was time to eat.

The group walked over to the large dining table, each person taking their seats. You sat next to Sarah and just a moment later Rafe sat on your other side.

You rolled your eyes internally, though as to ‘not be rude’ you didn’t say a word and just focused on Sarah.

“I need to talk to you after this,” Rafe whispered into your ear, half way through desert.

“Not happening,” you muttered back.

He signed before speaking again, “it’s a proposition, aren’t you curious?” There was an infuriating smugness to his voice.

Truth be told, you were a little curious, though obviously you weren’t going to tell him that. “Not in the slightest.”

Thankfully he dropped it after that and once everyone had finished you re-entered the front room.

“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom,” you told Sarah quietly before standing.

She nodded. “You remember the way?”

“Uh-” “first door on the left,” she confirmed, to which you quickly thanked her and then left the room.

After freshening up you unlocked and opened to door to the bathroom to be met with Rafe.

He moved his way into the small room, pushing you back in as he closed the door behind him.

“What’re you-” “you broke up with your boyfriend… correct?” He cut you off.

Your brows furrowed. “I did yes, why do you care? And how do you even know?”

“Word gets around. Anyway, I want you to pretend to be my girl.”

Your mouth parted slightly in shock. “You’re kidding?” You huffed with a smile.

“Just for a few weeks, all you have to do is come to party’s and shit with me. Wouldn’t you like to make your little ex boyfriend jealous?”

He was convincing you’d give him that and the thought of Jason, your ex who’d broken up with you for some other girl, seeing you with the ‘kook king’ was tempting.

“What do you get out of this?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Maybe I have a girl of my own that I’d like to make jealous,” he replied.

Your eyes widened slightly, you didn’t think he would ever go through that kind of trouble for one girl, since he’s been with half of the island.

“Okay then.”

“Yeah?” He was genuinely surprised you’d agreed.

“I’ve not really got anything to lose, but there will need to be some ground rules-”

“y/n?! You okay in there?” Sarah’s voice called from the other side of the bathroom door, startling you both.

“Yeah! I’ll be out in a minute!” You shouted, praying she’d go back to the living room.

“Alrighty!” Was all you heard before the sound of her footsteps were heard leaving the hallway.

You sighed of relief. “I’ll text you the rules.” you tried to move past him.

“You don’t have my number.” He stood there, unbothered.

“I’ll get it from Topper. Now move.” He did, you left the bathroom and didn’t see him again for the rest of the night.

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“Did you just walk in with Rafe Cameron?” One of your friends asked, the both of you sat on a couch at a random kooks party.

“I did,” you sighed, leaning back and taking a sip of your drink.

“Okay, when did that happened?” She excitedly questioned.

Before you could respond you noticed your ex had just entered the party, dapping up his friends and making you cringe internally in the process.

“I’ll tell you later, promise. I’ve just got to-” you rushed out, gesturing towards Rafe.

She nodded knowingly with a teasing smirk. “I understand babe.”

You thanked her before swiftly pushing yourself up.

“Rafe! Ugh- Rafe!” You yelled as you moved through the crowd of sweaty, drunk people.

“Finally!” You grabbed his arm when you reached him.

He moved around to look at you. “What?” He responded, clearly already a little drunk and seemingly annoyed.

You looked around to check Jason wasn’t anywhere near you. “My ex,” you muttered, “he’s here.”

He looked over your head, scanning the room. “Right, come on then.”

Wrapping his arm around your back to settle his hand on your waist, he lead you towards the front door, where Jason stood with his friends.

It felt weirdly natural for Rafe to be touching you like that, even though it definitely shouldn’t have.

When you saw the way Jason’s face fell at the sight of Rafe with his arm around you, you relished in the feeling of getting back at him.

So much so that you decided to take it one step further.

Without giving your ex a second look you turned to Rafe, pushed up onto your tiptoes and kissed him.

It was so fast and you’d actually surprised yourself with how bold you were being, though you were heavily influenced by the alcohol coursing through your body.

Rafe didn’t stop you and you ended up getting lost in the feeling of his lips on yours.

When you eventually pulled away, breathless and questioning all the years you’d spent hating him, you’d almost completely forgotten about Jason.

“What the fuck!” Jason’s hand came into view and harshly pushed Rafes sholder, causing him to stumble back slightly.

It was all a blur, there was a punch and then another and within seconds both Rafe and Jason were bloody and being yanked away from each other by their friends.

Your breath was heavy as you stared at the scene, frozen.

For some reason you felt compelled to Rafe, wanting to make sure he was okay since he didn’t look to be in a great state.

Although, he looked better than Jason, since Rafe had landed the most punches, Jason had landed a good few onto Rafes jaw though.

Rafe stormed up the stairs to the bathroom, brushing his friends off in the process, you followed.

He closed the door before you could get to him.

Just as you were about to knock you heard a muffled grunt come from the other side of the door.

“Rafe? It’s y/n, can I come in?” You asked, voice careful.

The door cracked open a second later.

Your heart sank slightly as you looked at the red marks on his face, his lip cut and bleeding.

Without thinking you reached your hand up to touch his cheek, he flinched.

“Sorry,” you quickly whispered, “let me help?”

Rafe signed deeply but then nodded.

Silently, you cleaned him up the best you could with the things you had and then organised a ride home with one of your friends.

Not many words were said in the car, you ran over the nights events in your head while Rafe sat with his head leaning against the side of the car, eyes opening and closing every few seconds.

“Rafe?” You whispered, hand on his shoulder as you tried to wake him.

“Hm?” He muttered back tiredly.

“We’re at your house, you need to get out…” suddenly you became very aware of the fact you were supposed to be together as you noticed your friend watching closely in the rear view mirror, so you added a “babe.” at the end of the sentence.

That perked him up and confused him for a moment before he remembered your agreement. “I’m going, I’m going… I’ll text you tomorrow. Good night.”

You watched as he slowly made his way into his home, stumbling with the keys until he finally opened the door and went inside.

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The next morning you were very hungover and so you didn’t look at your phone, which had died before you got home, until around noon.

When you eventually charged it your phone immediately blew up with a multitude of messages, the name that stood out… Jason.

You rolled your eyes at his contact before deleting his number from your phone.

The relief in your chest from that simple act was something you weren’t expecting, the man child that had been nothing but a burden in your life was finally something of the past.

The next message you noticed was from Rafe. A simple one, asking if you’d gotten home alright.

You smiled at your phone, actually smiled. You quickly caught yourself and swiftly shook your head.

After opting for a single, “yup” followed by a simple “thanks.” in response you slipped out of bed to go and find some painkillers.

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As you searched the medicine cabinet in the kitchen Topper stormed into the room.

“Did you kiss my fucking best friend last night?!”

Shit.

You turned slowly, leaning your hands on the counter behind you. “I might have. So what?”

He scoffed loudly. “So what?! Everyone’s saying you’re ‘together’!” He took a step toward you. “Just last Sunday you were profusely complaining about just being in the same room as him! I don’t get it y/n.”

You sighed deeply, his shouting just making your head ache more.

You thought of what on earth to respond to that with before eventually opting for, “things change Topper.”

“God. Nether of you can give me a sane fucking answer!” He threw his hands up in frustration.

“You spoke to Rafe?” You asked.

“Yeah. He gave me some bullshit about not realising what was right in front of him,” he replied with a huff.

Kinda sweet actually, if it were real… of course.

You sighed deeply. “Can’t you just accept that we’re dating? It’s honestly not a big deal, we’re both adults.”

He shook his head in disbelief before eventually replying, “whatever. Just know he’s not exactly boyfriend material y/n. I’m trying to protect you from getting hurt.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. Rafe definitely isn’t boyfriend material.

“I know. I’m your little sister, I get it. But I’m fine, we’re just… casual.”

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You didn’t see or hear from Rafe for a few days. That was until he unexpectedly messaged you late at night, asking if you’d meet him at the part of the beach near his house.

You assumed he was calling you there to call off this whole fake relationship arrangement. Since you’d gotten what you wanted and you guessed he’d gotten what he wanted, whatever that was.

After replying to him and telling him you’d be there soon you threw a hoodie over your pyjamas, grabbed your keys, slipped on some shoes and drove to the beach.

The moon lit up the road as you drove, your mind reeling as you thought of every possible outcome of your upcoming conversation.

Truthfully you didn’t want it to end. Rafe made you feel something, a thing you haven’t felt with any of your other actual boyfriends and that scared you.

Once you’d parked up you traveled to the rocky part of the beach where Rafe said he would be.

You spotted him before he saw you. He was sat against a rock, head hung low.

The sound of your shoes on the sand was what made him look up. He immediately stood, looking almost… nervous?

“Hey,” his deep voice broke the calming sound of the waves lapping behind you.

“Hi. So, what’s up?” You jumped straight to the point, needing to know what this conversation was about.

He brought his hand up to scratch the back of his head, something you noticed he does when he’s anxious.

“Did Topper talk to you?” He eventually asked.

You nodded. “I wasn’t surprised he wasn’t happy to hear his sister and best friend are ‘dating’. Did he give you a hard time? Is that what this is about?”

“No, no. Actually, he took it better than I expected,” he paused to take a deep breath, “did you feel anything?”

You stared at him for a second, brows furrowed.

“What?”

“When you kissed me. Did you feel anything?” He repeated, more rushed this time.

Your mouth parted a little, in shock.

“Rafe…”

“I know, I know. It was all for show, I get that,” he paused, “please let me just-”

He stepped forward, staring down at you with those dark blue eyes. His hand slowly and cautiously lifted to stroke the side of your jaw.

Your breaths were heavy as the tension grew between you.

Suddenly, at the exact same time the both of you leaned in. Your lips connected, his hands grabbed your face as you hooked your arms around his neck.

The kiss was deep, passionate and somewhat of a realise. All the built up tension from years of hating each other poured out in one moment.

As you pulled away nether of you moved your bodies.

Your chest rose and fell quickly as you caught your breath.

“So…” you began, not quite sure what to say.

“This isn’t fake anymore,” he said, voice hushed.

“Right. Where do we go from here then?” You asked.

He moved his hands to your hips.

“I understand I’m not the ideal boyfriend, but would you be willing to let me try?”

You smiled. “You’re not so bad.”

With that you pushed yourself onto your tiptoes and kissed him once more.

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Rafe stuck to his word and really did try, though truthfully, he found being your boyfriend the easiest and most natural thing in the world.

He took you out on a multitude of dates after that night on the beach, he bought you flowers for no reason at all just because he thought you’d like them and he called you each night before bed so you could tell him about your day.

Topper eventually came around to the idea of you and Rafe, though the threat that if Rafe was to hurt you Topper would beat his ass still stood.

He noticed how different Rafe was acting now that he was with you, plus you seemed happy so he chilled out.

You now actually get excited to go for dinner at Tanning Hill which was a huge change from just a few months ago.

Both sets of parents were delighted to hear that you and Rafe were together, since your families have been friends for so long.

Oh, and it turns out there was no girl Rafe was trying to make jealous. He just knew you needed help and was more than happy to be of service.

thank you for reading, please feel free to leave a comment if you enjoyed! i love talking to you all!🫧

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me when i finally finnish one of my drafts but i remember i still have to proofread😭🔫

(will post it tonight though girlies💓) edit: read here!!

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obx in the autumn months🌊🍂✨🐻

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oh it’s giving old video of first love😭

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Together -Rafe Cameron

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, lots of fluff at the beginning, angst with a happy ending, self doubt (rafe), comfort, excessive alcohol consumption.

summary: after telling rafe he was going to be a father you were surprised with how well he took it, though when he felt the first kick everything got a little to real and he freaked out, leaving you crying in your shared apartment and hoping that he’d come back to you.

notes: this is an unofficial part two to this fic that i wrote a little while ago (which you don’t need to read to understand this). i’m stuck on ideas so i decided to just add to that original story! hope you enjoy angels🧸🤍🫶🏼 - this is a long one for me so strap in!

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The first few weeks after telling Rafe were hard. You were so stressed about telling your family and everyone on the island possibly whispering about how stupid you could’ve been to get knocked up at such a young age. But Rafe was always there to reassure you.

He was surprisingly calm and collected. He was nervous, anyone would be in that situation but he kept himself together for you.

“It’s okay baby, let it all out.” He’d whisper as you battled morning sickness, one hand on your back rubbing soft circles as the other held the hair out of your face.

He held you when you cried and sobbed about how you were just so scared. He’d let you talk before reassuring you, “I’m here, we’re going to be okay. We can do this.”

When you eventually broke the news to your and his parents he held your hand and did as much of the talking as you wanted him too.

Ward was disappointed, Rose managed to crack a fake smile, you were so relieved when your mother pulled you into a hug and told you she’d be there for you, even though your father sat straight and glared at Rafe with rage in his eyes.

Eventually he calmed down and after around a week he became accustomed to the idea. You knew he was accepting when you were going to spend the night at Rafe’s house and before you left he said, “now you be carful driving on those roads, it’s been raining and you’ve got my grand baby in there.” He gestured to your stomach. You hugged him and he hugged you back, which is something the both of you didn’t know you needed.

After that Rafe proposed moving in together. He knew it was inevitable so he said he’d rather be settled at a place when the baby arrives than scrambling last minute.

Within a few weeks he - with the help of Ward - had found and bought an apartment, it was spacious yet cosy. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, an open plan kitchen and living room with a sweet little balcony overlooking the sea. It was perfect.

News spread fast once you went to your first appointment, told your friends and began to show - just slightly but it was there.

The stories were ridiculous. “She baby trapped him for the money.” “I heard it’s not even Rafes.” “She’s faking it for attention.”

You tried not to think about it too much and Rafe helped with that. Though sometimes he made the situation significantly worse by reacting to the stares when you were out. “What the fuck are you looking at punk? Huh? That’s what I thought.” His excuse always being that he was just protecting his girl, which you didn’t argue with.

Your old life was completely gone, being pregnant meant no drinking, partying or staying up late since you were always exhausted anyway.

Though Rafe on the other hand did continue his drinking and partying late, just now without you by his side.

You were pleased at first. You hadn’t wanted him to give up all the tings he did before since you thought he’d be much worse if he had to suddenly change his lifestyle.

Unfortunately, at some point - actually around the time you started to show and a small bump formed on your stomach - it got excessive.

You brushed it off at first, the coming home at two in the morning completely plastered, the increasing nights spent at the country club with Topper and Kelce, but you now realised he was beginning to slip away from you.

Arguments about his behaviour became a reoccurring thing. You cried all the time, though he was never there to hold you and tell you everything was going to be fine like he would’ve in the beginning.

Something had changed in him but you couldn’t understand why.

You felt so alone. Pregnancy is weird like that, even though you’re actually never alone because you constantly have a little human in your stomach it makes you feel like you are, even when there’s people around you who do care.

One night, you heard Rafe stumble through the door as usual. The door to your shared bedroom swinging open just moments later. “Hey baby,” he murmured drunkenly.

You sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard with your knees to your chest, tear marks on your face.

His brows furrowed as he immediately sobered up a little, noticing your state.

He sat on the side of the bed. You flinched when he went to place his hand on your leg. “y/n-”

“I’m going to live with my parents for a while,” you blurted out, voice shaky.

“You’re- what?” He was surprised, caught off guard.

“We- no I need some space. In five months we’re going to have a baby Rafe and you’re off getting drunk twenty four seven. I’m tired and I don’t know what’s happened to my Rafe. The one who took care of me when I was sick, the one who reassured me when I was scared, the one who actually seemed like he loved me-” your sentence broke with a sob, “I don’t recognise you.”

He sat there, blindsided. “I… yeah, maybe you should go stay with your parents,” he replied.

You couldn’t believe it. He really wasn’t going to fight for you? Not even a little bit?

With one nod you got off the bed and started to pack. Was it two o’clock in the morning? Yes. Could you spend even one more second in his company? No, no you couldn’t.

So you packed, left without another word and drove to your parent’s house.

Rafe remained in the same position on the bed. He’d fucked it all up.

In the following few weeks there was little to no contact between you and Rafe. It actually did you good to focus on yourself for a little while though after two weeks you were really starting to miss him.

One night, you were sat on the floor of your childhood bedroom folding your laundry when your phone rang.

It was Rafe. You took a deep breath and answered the call, bringing it to your ear.

“y/n?” Was the first thing he said but he didn’t give you time to respond, “I’m so sorry, I freaked out okay? I love you so much and I know I want this with you. This life, this baby, I want it all and I fucked it up. I’ve stopped drinking, I promise I’ll do better. Can you forgive me?”

You slowly took in his words. You knew what you were signing up for when you got with Rafe and you’d been through worse. “Of course I’ll forgive you, I always will because I love you Rafe. But if this happens again-”

“I know.” He knew he only had a limited number of chances and that you might not forgive him so easily next time.

After that night everything slowly but surely got back to normal. You moved back in, he went to your appointment with you where you found out it was going to be a little girl and he spent every night with you in his arms.

A week later you were mostly back into your usual routine. You woke up, took a shower with Rafe, he left for work and you had recently started a job that you could do from home so that’s what you spent your day doing.

His parents were rich and so were yours - everyone knew that - but the both of you wanted to live your own lives, not relying on your parents for everything, so that’s why you started working and you were slowly building your savings that would mostly go to things for your baby girl.

Hours later Rafe finally arrived home. He greeted you with a gentle peck on the lips before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

He sat down next to you on the sofa and peered over at the website you were scrolling through on your laptop.

“Looking at cribs already?” He asked, before opening and then chugging some of his water.

“There’s a sale on - thirty percent off. I just thought I’d have a look,” you replied calmly.

“Get whichever one you want babe,” he mumbled before kissing your forehead and then standing up.

He got halfway to the bedroom to freshen up before you gasped.

He turned around quickly. “You alright?” He asked, slight panic in his voice.

“Come feel!”

He noticed as he moved towards you that you’d moved the laptop and now had your hand resting at the base of your stomach.

As soon as he was close enough you grabbed his hand and placed it where yours was.

“What- oh? Is that…?”

“She’s kicking! The doctor said it might take a while but she was starting to worry me, I’m so relieved,” you excitedly rambled.

He just stood there, slightly bend down, hand still on your stomach with an emotion you couldn’t quite read on his face.

“Rafe?” You questioned, brows furrowed, “are you okay-”

He pulled his hand away and stood up straight. “I just,” he cut you off, “I can’t- sorry.”

He glanced from your stomach up to your face without fully meeting your eyes then he turned and made b-line for the front door.

Leaving you, now stood in shock. What the hell just happened.

You tried to convince yourself that he’d just got a little overwhelmed and would come back in a minute.

A minute turned into thirty which turned into an hour and then two.

You were now a mess. Just when you thought you’d got him back he was slipping again.

You sat on your bed, head in your hands as you cried. The raging hormones causing through your body definitely weren’t helping the situation.

He’d left everything. His keys, his phone so you couldn’t even call him. You called Topper though, then Kelce, then Sarah, no one had seen or heard from him.

When the clock hit nine you were seriously worried. You decided you couldn’t just sit around any longer so you got up, slipped some shoes on, grabbed your keys and left the apartment.

Since he hadn’t gone to any of his friends or family you decided to go to his most frequented places.

First you went to the country club, he wasn’t there. Next you visited the beach by tanning hill, nope. Lastly you drove to the place you used to hang out at in your early teens, the place you shared your first kiss.

It was a long shot since it’d barely been mentioned since you left school but you were running out of options.

You parked at the bottom of the cliff edge and then walked the ten minutes up hill to get to the top.

By the time you reached it you were huffing and puffing. The baby now pushing down on your lungs meaning you were out of breath doing the simplest of tasks.

But it was all worth it because there he stood. Hands in his pockets, head bowed slightly as he stared out at the crashing waves below the cliff.

“Rafe?” You called from a few meters behind him.

He was quick to turn around, clearly not expecting you to have found him.

You approached him slowly, as if you were trying not to scare him off.

“What’re you doing up here? It’s almost dark,” he asked, his voice soft and quiet.

“I was looking for you dummy. You scared me,” you replied, now standing next to him with your hands crossed over your chest as the evening breeze passed over your skin.

He sighed, a deep, troubled sigh. “I’m sorry.”

You weren’t angry. “Talk to me Rafe,” you whispered gently.

“I’m worried,” he began.

You placed your hand on his arm, insinuating that he should continue.

“I’m worried I’m going to turn out like my dad,” he finally admitted.

Your heart sank.

“Look at me.”

He did, finally meeting your eyes.

“You are nothing like him. I know you, I know you’re going to be the best father. You already care so much and the fact you’re worried means you do. Your childhood wasn’t easy, I know, but that’s not us.”

He stared at you for a moment, waiting for you to laugh or take all that you said back but those things didn’t happen, all he found in your eyes was genuineness.

Rafe never had a way with words so instead he just leaned down and pressed your forehead against his.

“I love you so much,” you whispered, your breath ghosting over his lips.

“I love you more,” he replied, his voice full of emotion before he closed the gap between the two of you.

The kiss that you shared was full of love and relief.

His hands moved to grasp your waist as yours intertwined with the hair on the back of his head.

Once you pulled away the both of you were smiling, because in that moment you knew everything was going to be okay.

[obx-may]

Unexpected -Rafe Cameron

warnings: unplanned pregnancy.

summary: you find out that you’re pregnant… but how will rafe react?

notes: it’s been awhile but i had the urge to write something for rafe so here we are🙂‍↕️. it’s short and sweet, enjoy angels!💕🫶🏼

“Rafe?” You called from your bathroom, nervousness and shock causing through your veins, whilst he sat on the bed just a few feet away from you.

“Mhm?” He hummed in response, not yet realising the gravity of the situation.

You stepped into the room, a positive pregnancy test in your hands.

He glanced up at you, eyes widening when he noticed the stick. “What- are you…?” He breathed out in disbelief as he slowly got off the bed to approach you.

Tears filled your lash line, the fact you were actually pregnant setting in. “Yeah,” your voice came out as a whisper.

The room remained silent for an agonising few seconds before he finally spoke, “it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

Finally, he wrapped his arms around your body. The relief and comfort you felt when you realised he hadn’t completely freaked out was immense.

Rafe was… unpredictable. You never really knew how he’d react and you assumed he’d want absolutely nothing to do with you, since you were both still so young and he wasn’t exactly father material.

“You’re not mad?” Rafe’s brows furrowed, as if that was the most ridiculous question he’d ever heard.

“Of course not sweetheart. I chose to sleep with you, that means I deal with the consequences… whatever they may be.”

You smiled slightly for the first time since you found out. “A baby…” you whispered softly. Rafe leaned down to kiss your lips. “Our baby.”

[obx-may]

a nice, long, angsty, unofficial part two to this fic is coming very soon so keep your eyes peeled girlies!!🤭🤍🍼

[lostsyren]

Rafe Cameron’s mannerisms