pairing . . . rafe cameron x routledge!reader
in which . . . rafe cameron was a peculiar human being. he's grotesque, a kook, rude, but above all, he's your best friend, or at least he was. abruptly and without warning, he pushed you away, you'd love to understand why, since you were seventeen. but after many dead ends, you came to accept that maybe rafe didn't belong in your life, that he was just a thorn in your shoe and that he was just like all the kooks. or was he?
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kissylec says . . . SO many of you worried about rafe being only his boxers đđđ im sorry you guys nothing bad happend
‿ kissing you numb; babysitting sarah's baby wasn't a problem for you, not when her attractive uncle was around to keep you company, making it extremely hard for you to do your job.
‿ untouchable; rafe guides you through your first masturbation after you told him you've never touched yourself before, his offer tempting you in ways you've never experienced before. your curiosity grows as well as your desire, leading to an intimate moment that changed things between you two.
‿ possessive; rafe only realizing he's head over heels for you after you give up on getting him to like you, and move on to someone else. jealousy overrules his resist to give you space, eventually confronting you about the situation.
‿ please you; rafe feels the need to please you after he discovers his father wasn't sexually satisfying you, taking it for granted to fulfill his own filthy desires.
‿ blurring the line; bsf!rafe slips it in during a gathering
‿ destroy me on camera; rafe finger fucking you for you OF content, not because he's been dying to lay his hands on you, and carress every curve of your body, after only being able to admire such view through the screen.
Rafe always knew his girlfriend was weird, but the day she bought the most vile, weird, grotesque stuffed animal was the day he knew she was superrr weird, but he loved her, nonetheless.
YOUR POV:
you were at the store with your boyfriend's sister, Sarah Cameron. she was the complete opposite of him, but that was good. she was a super sweet girl who loved you like you were her own.
as you two walked down the aisles you came across a green stuffed animal with squinted eyes and... human teeth??
"Sarah, look at this!" you said before turning to face Sarah with the interesting stuffed animal in your hands. she looked at you with a face of horror and mock disgust.
"y/n, what is that?!" she asked before taking it from your hands, inspecting it in all its creepy glory. "I do not know, but I want it...!" you said with a grin on your face
you grab the stuffed animal back from Sarah and begin walking to the cash register to begin checking out.
as you and Sarah get into the car, you pull out the stuffed animal and grab one of the protein bars Sarah bought and slide it in his arms, so it looks like he's holding it. you slide your phone out of your pocket and open the camera app and take a picture of it. you then decide to send it to rafe with the title, 'look what i bought'
rafe was lying down in his bed, wishing he could spend time with you on his day off, but sarah had gotten to you first.
he was about to drift off to sleep until he felt his phone buzz under his pillow. he grabbed it, turned it on, and smiled when he saw it was from you, your name marked with a heart in his notification center.
but his smile quickly fades when he sees the most vile, sickening, and disgusting creature on his screen. his face scrunches up as he types a reply.
âWHAT THE FUCK IS THATâ he frowns when he sees your reply. âitâs your kid donât be mean??â he then scoffs to himself before typing, âthat thing is NOT my kid.â heâs loving this playful banter between you two.
he wears a smile on his face as he sets down his phone once again, letting himself drift off to sleep.
summary: a situation between pogues and kooks at the beach made Rafe rethink his priorities
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warnings: season 4 spoilers, established relationship, mention of the dead turtle, that hoe Ruthie, protective Rafe
a/n: i'm obsessed with season 4, y'all. absolutely in love with everything that's going on and especially with Rafe being in a better place with a girl that he actually likes đ„č this scene at the beach with turtles just made me sob, so I really need someone to drag that bitch by her hair. sorry not sorry.
Your heart was beating with adrenaline from the scene that just happened at the beach, with Topperâs girlfriend almost running over the pogues and being the usual insane bitch that she was. Rafe stood beside you, silent but shaking his buzzed head in disapproval.
Kie was standing on her knees on the sand, in shock, with juice still dripping down her face and hair. She brushed off the help of her friends, instead standing and picking something up from the ground, without hesitation, going towards the group of people around you. They seemed absolutely delighted by the whole situation, laughing, fist bumping each other, and making you want to punch every single one of them in the face.Â
You didnât even want to be here in the first place, not with a bunch of people with whom you shared mutual hatred towards each other. Rafe was your only connection with them, and it seemed like even for him it was a bit too much. A fun day at a beach with a little surfing competition, where even Topper and JJ seemed to have some fun together, took the wrong turn way too quickly.
âLook what you did! Is this okay?â Kie stopped in front of Ruthie, reaching out her hand to show something that you werenât able to see, but by the look on her face it was obviously serious to her. âThere was a turtle hatch, you idiots! You drove right over it!â Your stomach twisted at the realization, and you took a step closer to see it yourself.Â
âOh my God.â You whispered, catching a glimpse of a tiny dead turtle with a crushed shell laying in the palm of her hand. So little and harmless that the picture of it brought tears to your eyes.Â
âDonât look, baby.â Rafeâs deep voice mumbled near your ear, with a warm hand sprawled across your back to try to distract you, but you shook your head, unable to take your eyes off it.Â
âAll right, but it was only one.â Ruthie said with her usual attitude, nonchalantly pointing to the rest of the turtles that, luckily, were perfectly fine. Your mouth opened in disbelief, and you looked at Rafe to see him uncomfortably rubbing the back of his head.Â
âIâm so sorry, KieâŠâ You whispered to her, stepping further away from the kooks, eyes drifting again to the dead animal in her hand. No matter how hard you tried to fit in with Rafe and his friends, you could never be one of them if it meant to be a bunch of pompous and cruel rich kids. You thought that, maybe it was time for you to finally admit that.Â
âItâs not your fault, Y/N.â She briefly looked at you, because despite not being friends, there never were any arguments between you and the rest of the pogues, always keeping cool and friendly with each other. âThereâs something wrong with you, people.â Kiara looked back at the kooks with disgust written all over her face.Â
âIâm leaving, Rafe.â Barely holding back your tears, you looked back at your boyfriend, before picking up your beach bag from the sand and turning around. âIâm sorry again for them, Kie.â
âNo, wait, Y/N.â He pushed through the crowd, wide-eyed, quickly approaching you and grasping your wrist. âThis is notââ
âI donât want to be here. I didnât sign up to hang out with your friends when I started dating you, okay?â You groaned in frustration, attempting to move, but Rafe stopped you. âI donât even know why weâre here, why you are here, when you clearly donât enjoy it anymore.âÂ
âListen, this is not so easy, okay?â He rolled his eyes, but you knew it was not fully directed at you; Rafe was already struggling with trusting those around him, and the fact that you slowly but steadily made him reconsider his current surroundings did not help.Â
âYou are not like them, they are not your friends, donât you understand it?â The pure desperation was speaking in you, searching for the answers in his eyes. You overheard some people laughing at you, as they were too confident that Rafe would never listen to someone like you, someone from the cut, not even realizing the war that was currently going on in his head.Â
He was silent, thinking, making his already overwhelmed mind go hundred miles per hour to figure something out, because you were right. The more time had passed, the more the two of you were together, the less Rafe found himself enjoying the presence of his old friends, the less he wanted to do that childish bullshit.Â
âThis dumb fucking bitch almost ran over people and killed an innocent animal because her big ego got hurt, do you understand?! So Iâm leaving. Alone or with you.â You almost whispered the last part to him, too scared that he'd not choose you. At the end of the day, you were a pogue, and no matter how much you tried, you would never be good enough for Rafe.Â
âWhat did you just call me?â Ruthie arched a brow, now shooting daggers at you.Â
âI called you a dumb fucking bitch, didnât you hear me?â You spat, finally having a good enough reason to tell the truth right in her face. âOr are you too stupid to get that through your thick scull?âÂ
âThatâs rich, coming for a pogue. Itâs just a cycle of life. And if you, losers, are so offended by that, itâs not my problem.âÂ
âA cycle of life? Getting flattened by a truck is not a cycle of life.â Kiara pushed Ruthie with her hand, and it nearly turned into a fight, with JJ standing by his girlfriend's side. You turned away from them, too frustrated and drained to bother listening to the rest of the conversation, your gaze shifting to Rafe, who still held your hand.
âI want to leave. Stay here if you want to, I donât care. Iâm done with them, Rafe.â Your teary eyes met his blue ones, and he shook his head, pulling you closer with your forearms. The mere thought of you leaving him, angry and upset, triggered a whirlwind of panic within him.
âHey, no, Iâm not staying, okay?â Rafe's hands, now much gentler and delicate, touched your cheeks, wiping away a few tears that you could not keep back. Rafe had never been too comfortable with the display of emotions, and he was pretty sure that it was the first time he had actually seen you cry. And he knew how much you had always carried for animals, how you petted every stray cat or a dog on the street, and how you hated any form of violence against them.Â
The pulsating and aching feeling in his chest at the sight of your tears made him want to drop everything, or rather, eliminate everyone who had upset you, and just hold you in his arms.Â
âAw, look at you.â You heard that annoying voice behind you back again, pulling you out of the bubble in which you fell, and turning around, you saw that Kie and JJ were no longer there. Your eyes instantly rolled back as Ruthie looked at you with her usual fake sympathy, crossing her arms over her chest. âGo back to your side of the island, youâre not one of us. Donât even know why Rafe bothers to bring you here when youâre just another dirty toy toââ
Rafe left your side before she could finish her sentence, looming over her with the most furious expression you had ever seen on his face. Everyone and everything seemed to fall silent for a moment, and you held your breath, unsure what he would do. âWanna say some bullshit about her? Try to do it right in my face and see what happens.â
âYouâre not seriously protecting the pogue. Sheâs not on our side.â Her smile faded, her eyes now nervously looking between Rafe and Topper, who was standing behind her back.Â
âCâmon, RafeâŠâ He started, but quickly shut his mouth as soon as Rafe turned his head towards him with a silent threat. You felt your heartbeat quickening as the atmosphere started to get even more intense. Everyone around you also started arguing and saying God knows what, but Rafe was awfully calm, and it frightened you even more.Â
You moved closer to them as you made your way through the warm sand, until you were able to place a comforting hand on your boyfriend's back. He was so tense under your touch that it amazed you how the hell he was not shaking because of it. The only times you had ever seen him behaving that way was when people whispered something about his father behind his back.
âItâs okay, Ray.â You whispered, kissing his shoulder and sliding your hand down his back to take a hold of his bicep.Â
âYouâre lucky that I donât hit women. But if I hear a single word about my girlfriend again, you will regret it, I promise you." Your stomach flattered from the way he protected you, from the way his friends opened their mouths in shock at his words. Even Topper and Kelce were too stunned to speak, sending each other weird glances. âControl, your crazy bitch, Top.âÂ
As if nothing had happened, Rafe stepped back, throwing a protective hand over your shoulders and guiding you away from the group. He was silent for a whole walk towards his truck, only stopping near the passenger door and turning you to face him.Â
His worried blue eyes were almost shining under the bright and hot sun and you saw words forming in his head and sitting at the tip of his tongue. You waited another minute, while Rafe was focused on your necklace, thinking. His hands found a place on your waist, rubbing circles into your skin, until he finally took a deep breath and looked up.Â
âYouâre right.â He said simply. âIâm not this person anymore. That shit with racing with pogues was fun and all, but I didnât like what happened today.â You half smiled, nodding and encouraging him to talk. âIfâif I want to be like my dad, I need to have my priorities straight. No more of this bullshit, no more fake ass people, yeah? Youâre the only one who's been here for me for a long fucking time. Youâre the only one who I can trust, baby.â
His hand cupped your cheek, eyes focused solemnly on you, before he lowered himself closer to you to place a kiss on your lips.Â
âThis is the right decision. Youâve overgrown them, youâre a better man now. And iâll be here for you whenever you need me, I promise. I guess itâs just us now." Your body sagged against his, too wrapped in the comfort of his presence to even care about anything else. Your lips brushed against his, making Rafe groan.
summary - rafe was a busy man. but, when his girl knocked on the doors of tannyhill with tears streaming down her cheeksânothing was more important than her. and heâd fix whatever was bothering her. or whoever. he hated to see his girl cry.
warnings - none rlly, hurt/comfort, protective and attentive rafe
rafe sighed into his phone call when he heard a knock on the door. he stood in his fatherâs officeâwhich was now hisâpacing the room.
âhey, hey man, just hang on a sec, sorry.â he muttered to the potential investor before he put him on hold. he set his phone down on the desk and marched out of the office, curses and mumbles leaving his lips.
âsomebody always fuckinâ needs something.â his hand rubs over his buzzed hair as his other hand curls in and out of a fist at his side. âgoddamn. probably fuckinâ sarah and her stupidââ
his mumbles come to a halt when he opens the door and sees his girl standing there, tears staining her flushed cheeks. ârafe..â she whispers weakly, her frame shaking as she looks up at him.
âhey, hey, baby.â he says quickly, completely forgetting the phone call waiting for him as all his attention, worry, and concern is shifted to her. âwhatâs wrong, câmere.â
his hand reaches for her wrist, pulling her into his chest. she lets out a quiet sob as she buries her face into his chest, stepping inside. he haphazardly pushes the door shut as he keeps her close to his chest and walks them both inside and through the foyer.
he whispers shhâs, and coos at her in his arms as he heads for the living room, sitting them both down. he softly pulls her from his chest, his head dipping down to her level. his hands come to her cheeks, wiping the tears off her soft skin.
âhey, baby, what happened? talk to me.â he says, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.
âi-i-â she stammers, unable to get words out as she chokes on cries. her breathing quickens, getting close to hyperventilating. when she cries, she goes too fast, losing control of her breathing.
âhey, hey, no. donât do that. câmon baby, you know better. breathe, baby, breathe.â
she begins to slow down, her breathing coming back to normal. she keeps her eyes on rafeâs, slowly calming down.
âthere ya go. attaâ girl. good job. breathe.â he praises, his head nodding softly as he watches her. once her breathing fully calms, she takes one last deep breath and wipes the last of her tears.
ânow, gonna tell me whatâs got your pretty little head so worried, hm?â he coos, his head tilting slightly. âwhatâs bothering you? who do i have to kill, huh?â he jokes with a grin. but to be honestâhe probably wasnât joking.
she sniffles, her eyebrows furrowing. âmy uterus.â she whines. âiâm on my period. my cramps hurt like a bitch. and my mom is pissing me off.â she sniffles, stumbling over her words slightly. âand iâm hungry. and you werenât answering, i know youâre busy. but i just really needed to see you, iâm sorryââ
âhey, hey, itâs okay.â he nods softly. âiâm here, itâs alright. iâm not busy, doesnât matter.â he says matter-of-factly. he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. âwhat do you need? hm? i have that heating pad in my room i bought for you a couple months ago.â he whispers sweetly. âi can make you somethin? buy you stuff? i dunno, what do you need?â
he was willing to do anything, he didnât care. when his baby cried, heâd move mountains to make her feel better. heâd go to every store in town, run up his credit card, do anything. as long as she got a smile on her face at the end of it.
she nods against his chest, looking up at him. âyeah.. the heating pad. andâand can you make me a grilled cheese? you make emâ so good.â she asks sweetly, her voice gentle and weak.
he smiles softly, looking down at the sweet girl in his arms. âyeah, baby, of course. i donât know if theyâre that good. everytime i make them, youâre usually drunk and itâs three in the morning. that might be why they taste so good.â he jokes.
she shoves his chest playfully. âi donât care, you canât fuck up a grilled cheese. please?â
he grins. âyeah, yeah. grilled cheese, heating pad. got it, baby. anything else?â he says thoughtfully, his fingers coming to push strands of hair off from where they stick to her tear strained cheeks.
she shakes her head. âjust you.â
he smiles. âokay.â he kisses her forehead. âiâll be right back, gimmie a few minutes to get all that.â he stands, making sure sheâs laid comfortably on the couch. he grabs the blanket from the end of the couch and drapes it over her. his eyes search the living room, landing in the remote, he hands it to her.
he leans down, placing another kiss to her cheek this time. âput on whatever you want. iâll be back, promise.â
he leaves her at the couch and heads back to the office. he picks up his phone and takes it off hold. âhey, gotta go. somethinâ came up. iâll give you a call later.â he hung up before the guy could even get a word in.
summary - rafe was a busy man. but, when his girl knocked on the doors of tannyhill with tears streaming down her cheeksânothing was more important than her. and heâd fix whatever was bothering her. or whoever. he hated to see his girl cry.
warnings - none rlly, hurt/comfort, protective and attentive rafe
rafe sighed into his phone call when he heard a knock on the door. he stood in his fatherâs officeâwhich was now hisâpacing the room.
âhey, hey man, just hang on a sec, sorry.â he muttered to the potential investor before he put him on hold. he set his phone down on the desk and marched out of the office, curses and mumbles leaving his lips.
âsomebody always fuckinâ needs something.â his hand rubs over his buzzed hair as his other hand curls in and out of a fist at his side. âgoddamn. probably fuckinâ sarah and her stupidââ
his mumbles come to a halt when he opens the door and sees his girl standing there, tears staining her flushed cheeks. ârafe..â she whispers weakly, her frame shaking as she looks up at him.
âhey, hey, baby.â he says quickly, completely forgetting the phone call waiting for him as all his attention, worry, and concern is shifted to her. âwhatâs wrong, câmere.â
his hand reaches for her wrist, pulling her into his chest. she lets out a quiet sob as she buries her face into his chest, stepping inside. he haphazardly pushes the door shut as he keeps her close to his chest and walks them both inside and through the foyer.
he whispers shhâs, and coos at her in his arms as he heads for the living room, sitting them both down. he softly pulls her from his chest, his head dipping down to her level. his hands come to her cheeks, wiping the tears off her soft skin.
âhey, baby, what happened? talk to me.â he says, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.
âi-i-â she stammers, unable to get words out as she chokes on cries. her breathing quickens, getting close to hyperventilating. when she cries, she goes too fast, losing control of her breathing.
âhey, hey, no. donât do that. câmon baby, you know better. breathe, baby, breathe.â
she begins to slow down, her breathing coming back to normal. she keeps her eyes on rafeâs, slowly calming down.
âthere ya go. attaâ girl. good job. breathe.â he praises, his head nodding softly as he watches her. once her breathing fully calms, she takes one last deep breath and wipes the last of her tears.
ânow, gonna tell me whatâs got your pretty little head so worried, hm?â he coos, his head tilting slightly. âwhatâs bothering you? who do i have to kill, huh?â he jokes with a grin. but to be honestâhe probably wasnât joking.
she sniffles, her eyebrows furrowing. âmy uterus.â she whines. âiâm on my period. my cramps hurt like a bitch. and my mom is pissing me off.â she sniffles, stumbling over her words slightly. âand iâm hungry. and you werenât answering, i know youâre busy. but i just really needed to see you, iâm sorryââ
âhey, hey, itâs okay.â he nods softly. âiâm here, itâs alright. iâm not busy, doesnât matter.â he says matter-of-factly. he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. âwhat do you need? hm? i have that heating pad in my room i bought for you a couple months ago.â he whispers sweetly. âi can make you somethin? buy you stuff? i dunno, what do you need?â
he was willing to do anything, he didnât care. when his baby cried, heâd move mountains to make her feel better. heâd go to every store in town, run up his credit card, do anything. as long as she got a smile on her face at the end of it.
she nods against his chest, looking up at him. âyeah.. the heating pad. andâand can you make me a grilled cheese? you make emâ so good.â she asks sweetly, her voice gentle and weak.
he smiles softly, looking down at the sweet girl in his arms. âyeah, baby, of course. i donât know if theyâre that good. everytime i make them, youâre usually drunk and itâs three in the morning. that might be why they taste so good.â he jokes.
she shoves his chest playfully. âi donât care, you canât fuck up a grilled cheese. please?â
he grins. âyeah, yeah. grilled cheese, heating pad. got it, baby. anything else?â he says thoughtfully, his fingers coming to push strands of hair off from where they stick to her tear strained cheeks.
she shakes her head. âjust you.â
he smiles. âokay.â he kisses her forehead. âiâll be right back, gimmie a few minutes to get all that.â he stands, making sure sheâs laid comfortably on the couch. he grabs the blanket from the end of the couch and drapes it over her. his eyes search the living room, landing in the remote, he hands it to her.
he leans down, placing another kiss to her cheek this time. âput on whatever you want. iâll be back, promise.â
he leaves her at the couch and heads back to the office. he picks up his phone and takes it off hold. âhey, gotta go. somethinâ came up. iâll give you a call later.â he hung up before the guy could even get a word in.
