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౨ৎ foolish one
els! 19, she/her, scorpio 🍸
i write for rafe cameron & drew starkey ❤︎︎
🩰 bookshelf , malibox , rules !
🏹 all fic recommendations under “ elsᰔrecs “
🦢 all works are found under “ rafesdrew 𝜗𝜚 “
summary: someone at school is bothering your daughter, daisy, and her eldest brother doesnt take it well.
a/n: this is set in the dad!rafe au. james is your oldest son and daisy is around four years old here!
you looked at your daughter with a concerned expression printed on your face. daisy just got home from kindergarten and asked you to make her something to eat. it was 2pm and she had lunch only an hour before, you checked her yellow lunch box and it was empty.
"do you want more, baby?" you fed her the last bite of pasta.
"'m still hungry, mama." daisy patted her tummy, signing more with her hands.
for the past few days, daisy has been coming home starving, which was weird considering how much food you packed her every morning. usually, she would only eat half of it.
james, your oldest son, entered the kitchen when you went to wash some fruits. "hey, daisy bear." he knelt down to blow a kiss on his sister's chubby cheeks. "colin and I are going to the park, do you want me to take daisy with us?" james asked you, as he carried her on his hip.
you shook your head and put the pieces of apples that you cut in a small plate. "daisy hungry" your daughter exclaimed, reaching for the fruit. james raised an eyebrow in confusion "didn't she eat at school?"
daisy hummed in delight, clapping her hands between mouthfuls "jacob is mean to me, mama. always steals my lunch."
it took you a few seconds to realize what she said, james going rigid next to you. someone was bothering your daisy? your baby? "what did you say, sweetheart?" you knelt down, reaching her height.
"he threw my sandwich in the bin, mama." her eyes began to water "i said no but he pulled my hair." oh, that's why when you picked her up from school, her ribbon was missing.
"oh, honey." you immediately held her in your arms, wiping her tears away.
"give me his address." james asked you, his jaw clenched. you forgot how scarily similar he was to rafe when he was upset.
you turned to look at him, sighing "james, dont be unreasonable. you cant pick on a kid!" it was just beyond crazy.
"why not? no one can mess with my sister. dad told me that i can kick their ass." god, he was as stubborn as rafe.
"he's a child, you're not allowed to go to his house and scare the hell out of him! and your dad shouldn't be reaching you that!" you pointed out "let me deal with jacob. i'll talk to his parents tomorrow morning."
james seemed to consider what you said before coming to a conclusion "you know what? i'll take daisy to school tomorrow and talk to his parents." you didn't like the sinister smile that he gave you, but got distracted by daisy pulling at your hand "more apples, mama!"
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the next evening, daisy came home telling you about how jacob stopped bothering her and his dad even gave her a bag of candies.
you looked at james suspiciously "what did you do?"
james shrugged "nothing much. just reminded him that dad owns a law firm and i am a professional boxer."
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rafe cameron/drew starkey —
can i order prank » pranking your boyfriend and asking if you can order something in a restaurant!
rafe cameron who . . . » soft rafe cameron headcannons who promises he's not like that
telling bf!rafe you found topper on tinder » pranking your boyfriend once more and saying you found one of his best friends on tinder!
drinking!rafe x reader angst // p2 of drinking!rafe x reader angst » hating how much rafe drinks but always keeping silent, one day it all spills over, affecting your relationship deeply
asking rafe to leave when youre changing » pranking your boyfriend and asking him to leave when you're changing [slightly suggestive?]
cling rafe cameron when drunk x reader » bf!rafe coming home and being clingy to reader
bf!drew starkey when odessa gets a bit too clingy around gf!reader » drew starkey having to decide on his co-star or his girlfriend
bf!rafe taking care of overworked reader » sick reader who has to either prioritse her job or her boyfriend
siren!reader + rafe feel like the type of people that would drunkenly get married in vegas out of sheer spite.
Rafe woke up to sunlight stabbing through the open blackout curtains.
His mouth tasted like he'd licked the bottom of an ashtray, his head felt like someone had taken a golf club to it (wouldn't be the first time), and there was a weight across his chest that definitely wasn't a pillow.
He cracked one eye open.
The suite was trashed with champagne bottles on their sides leaking onto the carpet, a bra dangling from the ceiling fan, glitter (where the fuck did glitter come from?) scattered across every surface.
One of his shoes was in the jacuzzi tub; the other was nowhere in sight. A half-eaten room-service burger sat abandoned on the nightstand, ketchup smeared like blood spatter.
And you.
You were sprawled across him, face buried in the crook of his neck, one leg hooked over his hip, pinning him even in your sleep.
As per usual, he woke up before you did, especially when the hangover wasn’t quite vicious enough to knock him out cold.
Your breathing was slow, soft puffs against his skin, mouth slightly open. Irritating, so fucking irritating.
And cute.
Goddamn it. You were the only person on the planet who could look this wrecked and perfect at the same time.
The ring on your finger glinted when you moved deeper into his shoulder, the cheap gold catching the light.
Rafe should’ve been panicking and calculating annulment timelines, damage control, what Ward would say when the news inevitably leaked back to the Banks.
Instead, all he could think was: mine.
He propped himself up on one elbow, ignoring the throb behind his eyes, and looked at you for a solid minute, tracing the faint hickey blooming under your jaw that he didn’t remember putting there.
His perfect fucking girl.
He leaned down carefully and pressed his lips to your temple, then kissed the corner of your eye next. Then the bridge of your nose and the apple of your cheek.
You made a sleepy noise protest, slithered with contentment, and tried to burrow deeper into the pillow.
“Wake up, princess,” he murmured, voice still rough from last night’s shouting and tequila. He kissed the shell of your ear. “Your husband’s getting impatient.”
You groaned, but didn’t open your eyes. “Five more minutes.”
“Nope.” He rolled half over you so his weight pinned you to the mattress. “You’re gonna open those eyes and look at me, or I’m gonna keep going until you do.”
You cracked one eye open, bleary and unimpressed, squinting at him
"Why are you assaulting me with your face?”
You stretched lazily, arching your back so the sheet slipped lower, exposing the dip of your collarbone and the bruise he’d left there yesterday.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, eyes dragging over you.
You propped yourself up on one elbow, hair tumbling over your shoulder.
"Can't believe you begged a fake Elvis to let you put a ring on it, Cameron.”
Rafe’s jaw flexed, exasperated with your need to piss him off as soon as you opened your eyes. “I didn’t beg.”
He did.
“You got on one knee and everything. Looked up at me with those big wet Bambi eyes.”
“Bullshit.”
“Want me to pull up the video?"
You bit your lip to keep from laughing.
There it was—that punch-to-the-gut that had been frying his brain since Rafe was fourteen and you'd leaned over the boat railing in that red bikini.
He glared down at you properly this time.
“You’re gonna hold it over me, aren't you?"
"Yeah," You stretched again, like a cat, giving him that saccharine smile that made him want to do extremely raunchy things to his brand-new wife. “I woke up a Cameron."
Rafe’s breath hitched at the way you said, the most casual, filthy little victory you’d ever claimed. His last name in your mouth sounded better than it ever had on anyone else’s.
“Yeah?” He dropped his forehead to yours. “And you’re fucking glowing about it, aren’t you?”
You hummed, dragging your nails lightly down his bare back.
“Little bit. I always knew you had it in you. Just didn’t think you'd do it with a twenty-four-hour chapel and a fake Elvis who called you ‘my boy’ the whole time.”
He chuckled despite himself, the sound slipping through the hangover haze. It turned into a groan when you moved under him, and the sheet slipped further, around your waist. All that skin. His marks on you.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered, kissing you hard before you could fire off another smartass comment. You tasted like stale champagne and sleep and you, and Rafe was so fucked.
He’d been gone for you since you were kids, stealing beers from his dad’s cooler and daring each other to jump off the pier at night.
This was a whole new level of pathetic.
“You’re not freaking out.”
“Nope.” You grinned, the same exact smile that used to make him do reckless shit to keep your attention. “I’ve been waiting for you to lock it down since you punched Kelce for looking at my ass too long."
Rafe’s ears went hot. “I didn’t—fuck, okay, I did. But you liked it.”
“I loved it.” Your leg hooked higher around his hip, pulling him closer until there was nothing but warmth and the sticky remnants of last night between you. “My big, jealous husband.”
“Say it again.”
“Husband."
His arms tightened around you, completely down bad. He didn’t care anymore.
“You’re evil,” he hissed into your skin, kissing down your throat, teeth grazing what he’d left behind. “Dragged me to Vegas, got me drunk, and stole my last name.”
“You got on your knees, baby." Your fingers threaded through his messy hair, making his eyes flutter. “Very romantic. I have the video, remember?”
He nipped your collarbone in retaliation. “Delete it.”
“No.”
“I’ll buy you a real ring. Big one. Whatever the fuck you want. Just delete the video.”
“I’m keeping both. The ring and the blackmail material. Keeps you honest.”
Rafe lifted his head, eyes dark and helplessly soft all at once. “I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“Yeah. I really fucking do.”
He’d spent years choking them down with coke and rage and whatever else he could shove between himself and the truth, until last summer.
He remembered last night in flashes.
Fake Elvis egging him on, all sideburns and polyester, while Rafe was on one fucking knee, with whatever balance he could find after drinking his bodyweight in tequila.
"Marry me right now or I’ll lose my mind. I don’t deserve you,” he’d slurred against your mouth right after. “But I’m keeping you anyway. Fuck everyone else.”
You’d answered by biting his bottom lip and muttering “Good boy,” loud enough for the officiant to clear his throat.
“Thinking about it again?” you purred. “You got teary when you said the ‘till death do us part’ bit. It was cute.”
“I wasn’t teary,” he lied immediately.
He’d been fucking misty.
The chapel lights had hit your face, and suddenly all he could think about was every summer night you’d spent tangled up on his boat, every time you chose him over his bullshit, over everything.
“Remember how you couldn’t even wait to get back to the hotel? Had me in the limo like a fucking animal.”
Flash.
The divider was up. Your dress was recklessly rucked around your waist. His hands shaking as he pushed your thighs apart and buried his face between them while you tugged on his hair and moaned his name loud enough that the driver definitely heard.
“My wife,” he’d growled against you, drunk and delirious. “Gonna keep you forever.”
You’d come on his face with the cheap ring glinting on your finger, then pulled him up and kissed him sloppy, tasting yourself on his tongue.
As a matter of fact, he wasn’t annulling shit.
This was forever. Glitter, cheap rings, blackmail videos, and all.
You seemed to read that realization on his face, smirk deepening, that dangerous curve of your lips always meant trouble.
“One little reminder that you’re my husband now and you look like you’d crawl across broken glass to keep me.”
“Keep talking, and I will keep you in this bed for the next week.”
You sat up straighter, straddling him fully now, the gold ring glinting on your finger as you trailed your hands down his chest. Rafe followed, sitting up so you were chest to chest, one arm banded around your back, holding you there.
“You’re such a fucking brat.”
"Yeah? So fuck me like you mean it, Mr. Cameron. Show your wife how grateful you are that she finally let you put that ring on it.”
Rafe didn’t need to be told twice.
He was halfway inside you when both phones started exploding.
First, it was his, vibrating so hard it nearly walked itself off the edge, and then yours joined in, ringing from somewhere under the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
He didn’t have to look to know who it was.
Rafe couldn’t give less of a shit.
He thrust the rest of the way in with one smooth roll of his hips, burying himself to the hilt.
“Ignore it,” he growled, already moving, “Let them call.”
You let out a breathy hum that turned into a moan when he hit the spot that always made your back bow. “That’s my dad. He’s probably losing his mind. Might even be on a plane right now.”
“Don’t care.” Rafe hooked your leg higher, spreading you wider as he fucked you harder, the bed creaking under you both. “You’re mine now. Legally. He can scream all he wants.”
Another flash hit him mid-thrust—last night, right after the chapel, you’d answered a random call from your dad while Rafe was three fingers deep in you in the back of the limo. You’d tried to keep your voice normal, biting your lip bloody while telling your dad you’d “call him back later,” all while Rafe whispered “tell him you’re getting married” against your soaked pussy.
Not his finest moment.
The phones kept going. Ring after ring, then the dings of incoming texts, probably paragraphs of threats and disappointment.
You reached up, threading your fingers through his hair and yanking to watch his eyes flutter.
“Rafe Cameron ignoring his father for pussy? That’s a new low, even for you.”
He ground deeper, making sure you felt every inch. “It’s my wife’s pussy.”
Rafe moaned shamelessly, burying his face in your neck as he felt you start to tighten around him. Nothing else mattered, certainly not the inevitable hurricane waiting for you both back home.
Ten minutes later, he came with your name on his lips and your ring digging into his shoulder where you were holding on for dear life.
He collapsed on top of you, both of you sweaty and panting, the phones finally going quiet for a blessed thirty seconds before starting up again.
You pressed a kiss to his temple. “They’re not gonna stop.”
“Don’t care,” he mumbled, kissing along your collarbone, sated and still so fucking in love it hurt. “We’ll deal with them later. Much later.”
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Because people are mad at me fuck it double it I’m hiring an Etsy witch to kill every riara shipper
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The Hardest Thing | Rafe Cameron
Summary: Some secrets never stay buried. Warnings : angst ? Writers notes : English is not my native language; please excuse me if there are any mistakes or poor translations. Rafe Cameron x female reader
You let yourself fall heavily onto the bed that takes up almost the entire room, eager to return to your physical therapist to start the massages, the chronic pain having returned.
Your leg had been broken twelve years ago, but the pain came back at times, as if to remind you of what you had been through: the dislocated hip and the nasty scar.
The memories weren’t as sharp anymore, but every time you saw your white, slightly raised scar, they came back in waves. Needless to say, it was every day.
“Are you okay?”
Rafe watches you, leaning against the doorframe, looking concerned. He knows you’re tired; you’ve probably walked too much, and he feels guilty for having listened to you despite seeing the pain on your face. “Do you want me to stay?”
“Nooo!” You push yourself up on your elbows, smiling. “Enjoy yourself and stop worrying about your clingy girlfriend!”
Rafe’s eyes narrow; he doesn’t like hearing you call yourself that, even if it amuses you. “That’s not funny.”
“You see, Mr. Serious Needs a Night Out with His Friends!”
He laughs, shaking his head before leaning toward you. “Are you sure?”
“Promise.”
Your smile brings out dimples, and he touches one with his finger, appreciating that cheerfulness you always carry within you.
His blue eyes get lost in yours, and you feel a flush prickling your skin, as always when he stares at you too intently.
Because it’s always like this with Rafe Cameron: an overflow of affection that twists your chest and makes you want to smile foolishly.
How had this boy ever lingered on you?
He stands up to go to the bathroom, grabs his watch from the edge of the sink, and gives his hair a final slick-back with gel.
“If there’s anything…”
“I’ll call you, I know.”
His caring side can be suffocating at times, as if you might break at any wrong move. Yet you know it’s not distrust — only fear. Fear that one day the pain will fold you in half and he won’t be there to catch you. It’s his way of loving you, clumsy but complete.
He tilts his head to the side, a sly smile playing on his lips as he observes your nonchalant attitude. You don't live together, but he hopes you'll say yes when he asks.
He watches your figure stretched out on the bed, arms spread, eyes closed, and he collapses onto you, bouncing off the mattress.
You giggle when he tickles the skin of your neck with his mouth, and you wrap your arms around him. “You’re going to be late…”
“I don’t care.” He kisses your cheek, but his lips barely linger. “Are you going to see the Pogues?” His voice is dry.
“Hey, I’m one of them too!” You give him a playful nudge on the shoulder.
“That’s not the same.” He frowns. “You’re prettier than them.”
“Cheeky flatterer!”
His hand slides over your injured thigh, massaging gently, your eyes closing at the pleasant sensation. His hands are soft yet firm; he knows exactly where to press to relieve the pain and make it bearable for the evening. He knows your body by heart — not just its desires, but its vulnerabilities.
“Thinking about him living his best life…”
You let out a sigh and Rafe looks at you, frowning.
“Who?”
“The one who did this to me.”
You point to your leg as if it defined you as something broken; your eyes open and you give a small, shy smile.
Rafe’s eyes flare with anger, a dark glint filling his pupils, full of hatred.
He sometimes watches you secretly when you’re together; he stares long, cursing that mark that damages your skin, those pains that sometimes make you faint, hating the one who did this to you.
“You know if I could, I’d kill him.” His words are harsh, real. His hands tighten around your leg, as if restraining himself from already doing it.
“Luckily, that’s not the case.” You laugh to ease the tension. “You’d get arrested, and we couldn’t be together.”
Yeah, he knew. That was the problem.
Rafe’s phone rings, breaking the bubble you’d just created, and he drops his head onto your shoulder with a sigh, like a man being ripped from something sweet.
“I have to go pick up Topper…”
“Go, soldier!”
He gives you a teasing smile as he props himself on his hands. “You staying tomorrow too?” He asks casually, but he hopes you’ll sleep here again.
“I have to see my parents early evening… but I can come after.”
This time, he didn’t even have to insist. Rafe’s eyes light up and close when you press the pad of your fingers against his cheek, a tender gesture that’s become instinctive between you.
After a moment, he stands, taking you with him; his silhouette towering between your thighs as he leans down to kiss you before leaving.
But it’s never just simple kisses with Rafe.
They’re cinematic kisses, the kind you share because you know you’re leaving for a long time and want the other to remember you. His mouth is warm and patient, his tongue tangling with yours slowly, your faces moving in a dance learned countless times.
The phone rings again, and he pulls away reluctantly, a teasing smile on his lips as he notices your breath is shallow, as always. “See you later.”
You nod, unable to speak. Rafe grabs his things, casting one last look in your direction — that slightly dark, slightly possessive look he never really controls — and leaves, amused at the effect he leaves behind.
A little excited by the exchange and wanting to wash off the day, you limp lightly toward the bathroom, careful as you step into the shower.
“Shit.”
You had come straight to his place after your walk, and you hadn’t planned on bringing a change of clothes. With the towel wrapped around you, you head toward his wardrobe, knowing he wouldn’t say anything if you borrowed some of his things.
He liked seeing you in his clothes.
Pulling on a t-shirt that falls to mid-thigh, you knock over a pouch hidden on a pile of shorts you were going to wear to finish getting dressed.
Holding onto the wardrobe door, you bend slowly to pick up the pouch, and a photo that had slipped out catches your eye.
You grab the pouch, toss it on the bed, finish getting dressed, and flop back onto the comfortable mattress.
You tap the back of the pouch, wondering if you should open it…
Then you finally pull the photo from the corner of your eye, as if only partially looking at it would excuse rummaging through Rafe’s things.
Maybe it’s even your stuff too, after all.
The photo shows a teenage girl, hair tucked under a beanie with a rock band logo, in the middle of summer, proud on her bike.
That girl is you.
Several folders in different colors are inside, all with dates — one immediately catching your attention. Your heart races as intrigue grows with the realization of what you’re seeing.
May 27, 2015
You open the folder and your eyes widen.
The police report from your accident.
Photos of you lying unconscious on the ground, your bike beside you.
A car had rounded the corner too fast, unable to avoid the crash.
The memory hits without warning: your body thrown forward, your bike’s bell ringing in the impact — then blackness.
You hadn’t seen these images in years. Seeing your bloody face and fractured leg twists your stomach.
You were fifteen. And the person who did this left you alone.
A hit-and-run. The culprit was never found.
You don’t understand why Rafe has the police report, nor how he got your hospital records, both supposed to be strictly private.
You place the folders beside you, folding your leg that tightens as the tension builds.
There’s another folder, too.
Dated shortly after your accident.
It’s also a medical file, but this one is about rehab.
“What the…”
A photo of the patient is stapled at the top: bloodshot eyes, a gaunt face, greasy hair.
Rafe.
He had been admitted to a center far from here, for almost a year. You can read the notes from the doctor who treated him, the psychiatrist’s notes trying to understand why he ended up there, the support group he participated in.
Notes he wrote himself, in his fast, irregular handwriting — some letters bigger than others, ink forming blotches, holes in the paper from pressing too hard.
Then, over the dates, a calmer handwriting appears. More confident. Almost elegant.
A list is drawn up, titled:
List of All the People I Have Hurt.
First names and last names are written; you recognize some, while others are unknown to you.
They’re all crossed out. All except yours.
On another list, he has written the mistakes he made — almost all related to drugs. He explains why he was so hurtful to Sarah, to the point of wanting to drown her.
“What the…”
Why he robbed one of his friends for money. Why he got involved with Barry. Why he held a grudge against John B. Why he had a car accident at seventeen under the influence of drugs.
Your mind understands before your heart.
Rafe Cameron is the one who ran you over twelve years ago.
The one who left you alone — but who had the decency to call for help before fleeing.
The one who has been saying he loved you for three years.
He’s not having fun, just playing with the empty beer bottle in his hands, a bored expression on his face.
Yet everything seems fine. Topper, Kelce, and he are at a bar overlooking the sea. The air is warm, the atmosphere festive, and he reconnects with acquaintances he hasn’t seen in a while.
But it’s not the same: he’s bored.
“Come on, man! She must be asleep!” Kelce sets another beer in front of him. “You said her pain was coming back, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, there you go, she probably took a pill and she’s asleep!”
That’s likely, yet he still feels a small twinge of worry that you haven’t answered his last two messages. It’s true that it’s late and you were tired, but normally, you’d always let him know before going to bed.
And this time, nothing.
“Who would’ve thought Rafe Cameron would fall in love to the point of forgetting everything else?” Topper teases him, but it’s true, and Rafe knows it. He loves you in a way he didn’t think was possible, even if sometimes it’s too much.
He puts his phone in his pocket, a heavy weight more burdensome than it should be.
Something’s wrong.
And that’s what makes him leave the party earlier than his friends would have liked. Topper tries to stop him, but it’s hopeless: he already has the car keys tightly clutched in his hand.
The road feels endless. When he parks in front of the beach house, he knows something isn’t right.
The door isn’t locked when it should be. A heavy silence reigns, and even the dim light feels different.
“Y/N?” His voice is calm, but he feels far from calm. Inside, it’s an ocean of colliding thoughts because, deep down, he might already know.
The bedroom door is wide open. Pillows are scattered on the floor, torn papers drift in the breeze. The curtains move, stirred by the wind, lifting fragments of chaos.
His heart races. His breathing quickens. His whole body screams.
Everything collapses. The world tilts.
Rafe Cameron stands frozen, alone, facing his past laid out on the floor, unable to escape what you knows now.
You know what he did.
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should've known - rafe cameron
rafe cameron x highschoolsweetheart!reader
warnings: angst. mention of a dead parent.
summary: he wishes he could let go but it's never easy when it comes to love.
playlist: you're losing me by taylor swift
oh that first love, the one you hoped it'd last forever or the one you knew it wasn't meant to last.
somehow they were both. sixteen year old teenager's who were friends since they were kids to young adults that didn't know how to stop the cycle.
it all started when, at eighteen, she decided to go to vanderbilt university instead of unc chapel hill almost eight hours away from where he would be studying bussiness.
"i don't understand why you can't go to chapel hill like we used to talk about." rafe huffed once again.
"and why can't you come with me to vanderbilt, you were accepted baby." she said looking at him from her spot on his desk's chair.
"you know why." he breath out. his father.
"fuck him. fuck what he has to say rafe." she walked to him and sat on his legs. "build a life for yourself, you already have a position there that he can't take away from you."
"it's not that easy and you know it." he laid his head on her shoulder. "i'd love to but he won't pay for it if i don't go to chapel hill."
"we'll make it work then." she kissed his forehead. "i already know i don't have classes on monday."
"and i have virtual classes on friday afternoon." he smiled softly at the kiss. "can drive to you after my last class at five pm on thursday's every two weeks?"
"and then i can do the same sometimes." they really thought they could pull it off, they did at least for almost two years.
"you promised you'd come." his brows frowned and she felt guilty.
"i know honey but."
"no honey no but, you always do this y/n/n. you know it's important and then something else comes along." she watched as he picked on his nails.
"the professor organiced this out of the blue." it wasn't a lie but it was something she was told she could skip.
"yeah sure. talk to you tomorrow or wherever you'll be free to speak to your boyfriend." she, once again, had let him down.
"c'mon i'll go next weekend." she insisted.
"next weekend there won't be any games because it' the final this weekend and i told you a hundred times." he nodded no. "doesn't matter anymore, goodnight." the facetime ended and she was left alone with her reflection on the black screen.
text
y/n 'i'm sorry'
y/n 'i'll make it up to you'
y/n 'i love you'
rafe 'i don't want you to make it up, i want you to show up for me the same way i do for you'
he didn't do anything else from going to class then to practice and going back to his room after. he didn't know how to stop feeling so blue, she had never been the one to make him feel unworthy but now she was turning into someone he didn't really recognised anymore and he hated that feeling.
she had kept texting him but only received short answers back.
saturday afternoon rolled around and championship was won by chappel hill basketball team.
text
y/n 'saw the game baby'
y/n 'i'm proud of you. best player as always'
y/n 'i love you'
rafe 'thank you'
rafe 'me too'
he was getting tired and she knew it, he had the right to and she knew that too.
on friday night a knock on his door made him roll his eyes.
"I'm not going out topper." he loudly said and sighed when his door opened anyway.
"not topper." his girlfriend made her way in and closed the door behind her. "hi."
"hey." he sat up. "what are you doing here?"
"making up for last weekend." his eyes scanned all over her. "I'm sorry baby."
"yeah you already said that like a hundred times actually." he was still mad. "needed you last weekend not this."
"I know but."
"no, I'm done with the but actually you know." he scoffed. "because I've always been there, every single time and I know we have separate lives right now but when it's something as big as it was the game for me I expect you to be there for me."
she stared at him like a deer in headlights surprised at how he was talking to her because never in all the years they had been together he used that firm tone.
"I still expect my girlfriend to be there and you weren't, everyone had their people there and I didn't." he roughly cleaned a tear that made it's way down his cheek. "I'm actually tired so if you're going to stay there's the bathroom and turn the light off when you come to bed."
she was losing him.
he wasn't asleep when she came to bed so he felt how she wrapped her arm around him and kissed his shoulder repeatedly murmuring small I love you's onto his skin.
it made him want to cry because he felt anything but feeling loved by her.
next morning as he was awoken by the sun that reflected in the window, he was confused for a minute by the feeling of a warm body against his before realising she was actually there. her head rested on his chest with a leg interlocked with his and arm drapped over his stomach.
saturday morning was rather quiet in the frat house he shared, most of them either asleep or out on whatever thing they had going on. he touched the side of her face with his index finger admiring how beautiful she was even while sleeping.
he wondered how many more times he would be able to do this to have her like this before it all blew up in the air. his heart wrecked everytime he thought about a life without her even when he suspected her's didn't broke in the same way his did.
"hey." she murmured. "good morning"
"morning" he replied and pressed a kiss to her scalp.
"missed this." she snuggled even more onto him. "missed you."
"yeah me too." he sighed. "me too."
she looked up fixating her gaze on his closed eyes and how the sun illuminated his freckles. the one's she had fallen in love with as a child.
"want me to make breakfast?" she said, placing little kisses on his skin.
"nah there's this place about 10 minutes away by the lake. you'll like it." she smiled at the thought of him going somewhere and thinking she'll like this. she had to be better for him.
he watched as she got ready and while on their way to the lake everything seemed to be the same it felt that way. her hand always reaching for his and the soft kisses on his bicep.
"how's everything going back there?" he asked before taking a bite of his breakfast.
"good the classes are so intresting and when we have debates i feel so excited like that's what i've wanting to learn for years." he smiled at the happiness she expressed it with. "party's are alright nothing particular. janett keeps insisting i should go out more but i don't really find it as fun if they're without you."
"you should, college experience and all." he chuckled.
"already told you, it's not that fun without my bodyguard with me." she smiled at him and he hummed. "rafe c'mon baby I'm trying here."
"I'm trying too, sorry I'm still hurt about my girlfriend not being there for me." he leaned back on his side of the booth and ran his hands across his face. "I love you so much but you shouldn't have come because I'm so mad at you, I've been mad for a while and what happened last week was the last straw."
"baby please." she tried but he didn't let her talk.
"no y/n, no baby, no please, no nothing." he took a deep breath in. "just stay the weekend because it's going to rain until thursday afternoon and I won't let you drive eight hours in the bad weather."
"rafe honey." she got up from her seat and sat next to him fast to hold his hand.
"you know how awful it's to feel you're stopping loving me?" he avoided her eyes, feeling like a child begging for love. "to me you're everything, everything I've ever wanted, everything I ever seen for my future."
she squeezed his hand.
"and I don't think you want the same thing you once did with me." he closed his eyes, afraid of what would happen if he continued expressing what he was thinking but did it anyway. "I don't think you're accepting something you already know. you don't love me the way you did before and I won't beg you to love me but I'll beg you to let me go."
"no." she let go of his hand and both of her's went to hold his face making him look at her. "I love you more than I love anybody else, I hate myself for making you feel this way. you're the love of my life." he still didn't look her in the eyes. "I've neglecting this, us. I realise it now but I don't want anyone that isn't you."
she kissed his nose repeatedly just like she used to do when they were kids.
"I want to believe you but there are not any proof of it anymore." he gently pushed her hand away from his face and stood up. "let's go."
the drive back to his place was awfully tense, a folk playlist playing really low. she looked at him from time to time as she took in the words he had said.
she was losing him.
everyone said hi to her as they entered the place but at the sight of rafe's expression they collectively decided on their minds to not say anything and just let the couple go to his room.
they had fights before, but this wasn't a fight, this was him letting her know he was defeated.
"gonna shower, there's my laptop if you want to watch something." he mumbled taking some clothes from his dresser and dissappearing inside the en-suit bathroom.
she sat on his bed staring at the halfway shut door, the sound of the water falling and a groan from him that let her know the water was way too warm.
five minutes later she entered the bathroom.
"rafe?" she almost whispered.
"yeah?" he knew what she was going to ask and he knew he was going to say yes.
"can I come in with you?" he sighed before saying yes.
he didn't turn around when she entered. her right cheek placed on his back and her arms came to hug his front.
"I love you." she placed smalled kisses on the skin she promised her lips missed the most and repeated the words a few times.
his head hung low.
"I love you too but i need you to stop hurting me because i know you know you hurt me everytime you break a promise." he didn't intend for his voice to break but it did anyways. "and you know i can't handle that type of rejection, if you want to leave just do it but don't punish me emotionally."
"baby turn around." she said and looked into his eyes when he did, baby blue eyes that were red from trying to hold the tears. "i never wanted to be the one making you feel like this." her hands placed on his cheeks made him feel safe and he was starting to hate it, starting to hate how vulnerable he actually was with her and how it had never been an issue until now. "I'll be better for you, for us." he nodded and leaned down, resting his head on the crook of her neck while her arms moved to keep him close to her body.
they spent a quiet weekend, tangled sheets and lunch for breakfast. he felt so empty as he saw her drive away.
"finally out of your room." topper teased him. "good weekend?"
"sure." his friend now wore a confused look in his face.
"sure? that's it?" topper sat infront of rafe. "c'mon man what's going on?"
"i don't know top like i genuinely don't know." he sighed. "she says i love you and i feel like she's lying to my face."
"y/n/n? there's no way, you two have been obssesed with the other since kindergarden." he tried to make a joke but rafe was too zooned out to catch it. "everything will be alright, don't worry about it."
and things were back to normal for two or three months.
"i won't be going home for thanksgiving." he chuckled at her words.
"should've known." he already knew her next words 'baby please' 'rafey i'm sorry' 'i promise i'll make it up to you' and like clockwise she repeated the sentences.
"baby i promise i'll make it up to you rafey." he looked up at the ceiling of his room trying to ignore his girlfriend's face on the screen of his phone while he decided his next words.
"i think i need a break."
"a break? from what?" her pulse started racing.
"this, us. you." he clenched his jaw. oh how he hated this. "this isn't working anymore, it hasn't for a while and i've been trying to ignore it just like you ignore every signal i give you."
"no no no rafe, there's no way." her eyes filled with tears.
"i'm tired of trying to make you see me, of trying to make you see how this has become a sad song with no fucking return y/n." he couldn't stop himself from crying. "and don't come home because this time i don't want to see you, don't come now that you know it's done when you had other plans."
"but i don't want this." she exclaimed. "i don't want the break."
"i do." he nodded. "and for the first time in a really long time i'll prioritize how i feel instead of the fear i feel of losing you because let's be honest, you know you were losing me and you didn't really care."
she stayed quiet for a bit.
"i never wanted to make you feel like that." she mumbles and pulls the sleeves of one of his old jerseys down covering her hands. "i love you."
"it doesn't really have any meaning now coming from you." he wasn't saying it to hurt her, he really meant it. "i have to go, i'm driving home tonight."
"rafe no please, there has to be another way." he shook his head. "don't do this to us."
"it wasn't me, it was you." his hand moved up and down on his face. "take care."
he ended the call. and both of them stared at their own screens.
"fuck." he screamed and punched the wall beside him.
he was once again alone. alone without the one who held him when his mom died, the one that had always made him feel loved. the one he never thought would stop loving him.
lilah, her roomate, rushed to her room as she heard the horrible sob coming from it.
"hey hey hey." she kneeled beside her. "what happened?"
"he-he broke up with me." her tear stained face made her roomate feel bad for her but lilah knew why rafe broke up with her.
"oh honey." she wrapped her arms around the crying girl. "i'm sorry."
rafe was glad topper was the one driving, he was in no state of mind to do it. he had already told sarah what happened and asked her to let the rest of the family know.
no one believed sarah's word until the saw him enter the place, dark circles under his eyes and a gray cloud around him that they hadn't seen in a while.
wheezie hugged him and told him she had miss him a lot, his dad came to give him a short hug and said 'glad to have you home son' while sarah waited until he was up in his room to see him.
"hey, can i come in?" she opened the door a bit peaking inside.
"yeah." he sighed.
"wanna talk about what happened?" he nodded no. "want to watch a movie?" she received the same nod.
"i just want to sleep sar, sorry." she gave him half a smile and kissed his forehead just like he did when she was sad.
"i'm next door if you need something." he thanked her and watched as she left his room.
text
y/n 'i know you don't want to talk to me but i just want to know you got home alright'
rafe 'topper drove, already home'
y/n 'thank you <3'
he stayed a another week at home after thanksgiving break ended.
once a week she reached out with the hope he would answer her.
text
a week in
y/n 'just want to know how are you'
two weeks in
y/n 'i miss you please answer me'
when he went back it was as if another soul had taken over his body. drunk every weekend, making out with a different girl at every party but he never took them to his bed. that was a step he wasn't ready to take yet, one thing was a kiss and another was someone seeing him in a way only she had had him.
three weeks in
y/n 'i feel like i'm going insane please'
maybe it was petty to want her to feel ignored the same way he felt, maybe he wanted to be the best thing at a party. a party she no longer had access to.
a month in
y/n 'just a message'
instead of a message she saw topper's instagram story, rafe seemed to be having the time of his life there.
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a month and a half in
y/n 'please'
y/n 'i need to see you'
y/n 'i can't keep going like this, without you. i miss you'
rafe stared at his phone not knowing what to do. she was the love of his life but he didn't want to keep getting hurt.
text
rafe 'i miss you too'
his cell rang, a photo of her showing up. the sun all over her face smiling at the beach, it was his favorite one.
"hey." he picked up the call and heard what seemed to be a sigh.
"hi." street noises were at the background but he decided to not pay much attention to it. "how are you?"
"i'm alright, you?" he was all but alright.
"i'm a mess." she chuckled. "never been better." her sarcasm almost makes him laugh.
"i get it."
"i miss you." she said as if it should be some kind of a secret. "i miss you so much."
"i miss you too." he hated how weak he became when it was about her.
"can't sleep, can't eat. can't do life without you." her voice cracked. "and i'm so fucking sorry this is my fault, i don't know why you picked up the phone when i don't deserve it."
"because i love you." he chuckled. "that's why."
"i love you too." she heard him sigh. "want to see you."
"why didn't you facetime me then?"
"cause i'm kinda outside already." he froze. "wanna open?"
"what do you mean outside?" he walked up to his window and there she was leaning against the hood of her car looking up at him. "the fuck are you doing here?" he threw his phone in the bed before going downstairs.
"what's got you in such a rush man?" one of his roomates asked as all the guys in the living room looked at him but he didn't answer.
instead he jogged to the door, opened it and walked up to her.
"you're here." he said as if it wasn't obvious once he got to her.
"yeah." she didn't wait for anything before wrapping her arms around his neck.
"what are you doing?" his arms hugged tightly her waist.
"what i should've done months ago. come straight to you and nothing else." she pushed back a bit to be able to hold his face, her eyes held back tears. "you're the only person that really matters, the one i love the most."
he looked all over her face as if he was trying to catch a lie in her words but he didn't find any.
"and i don't want lose you, not now not ever rafe." she cried. "i don't know and i don't want to live without you."
he held her close and kissed her temple.
"let's go inside. it's cold." she agreed with a nod and let him lead her inside, avoiding his roomates and going straight to his space.
they sat on his bed facing each other.
"i know you probably don't believe me from the amount of times i've said sorry and the repeated the same things i did before." she sniffled in between words. "but i'm sorry, i'm sorry i hurted you so much and that it took me this long to realise you could get tired of me and my behaviour."
he only stared at her and chewed his lower lip. he felt like a little kid.
"do you think you have it in your heart to give me another chance? a chance to make it right?" there were only a few times where she felt her heart beating how it was doing right now. all of them had to do with rafe but they had never been sad moments, the only sad moment rafe had given her was one she created herself.
he was that good of a boyfriend.
"how do i know once we're comfortable again you won't let me down?" he sounded defeated. "because i'd give the world for you and i can't do it again. i can't give you everything again and not get the same treatment back."
"because i'd rather give up everything, change schools and move right next to you than lose you." his eyebrows raised with surprise.
"won't let you give up your dreams." he sighed. "that's not what i want."
"i know but i'd give up everything just to have a life by your side." her hand covered his.
his sight drawn to the warm he now felt and closed his eyes. even if he wanted to say no to be stubborn, he wouldn't be able to.
everypart of him already said yes but his mouth didn't. he just extended his arms, picked her up and placed her on his lap allowing himself to soften inside the hug that held him tight against her.
"i love you." inhaling her perfume he felt at home. nothing could ever feel like she did. "can't let you go even if i wanted to."
"i love you baby so much." she whispered back.
in that moment, that night as he held her tight against his chest and felt under his hand the rise and fall of her back with every breath he actually prayed to whatever was out there for this to not be a mistake, that forgiving her wouldn't bring him more sorrow.
he prayed to be able to keep hearing their love in the silence that only the darkness in the sky and the late hours of the night can bring to you.
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OBX TWEETS: part 22
A/N: we're back baby. we're soooo back. Rafe is in his villain era and i hate it(not)
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kiaracarrera I AM LITERALLY BITING MY SCREEN BODY IS SO TEA kiaracarrera I just fell to my knees in the middle of The Wreck!!!!!! kiaracarrera I’m foaming at the mouth!!!!!! kiaracarrera I am a feral beast !!!! ↪angel KIE PLEASE 😭 the customers are watching!! ↪kiaracarrera LET THEM WATCH ME WORSHIP MY BEST FRIEND🛐
johnbroutlegde1 that sunscreen smiley face stayed on for three days. i was branded. I'm yours forever now. ↪angel you were never mine. and you never will be. hope this clears things up! ↪popeheyward @angel great job! now the rest of his back is peeling like a cheap sticker on a hot dashboard ↪jjthegoat @johnbroutlegde1 i got you bro, i’ll just peel the rest off for you🐍 ↪popeheyward DO NOT DO THAT JJ
topper_thornton It’s actually tragic watching someone try this hard to be "salt of the earth" after failing out of the real world. This isn't a vibe, it’s a cry for help. You look like you haven't seen a shower or a therapist in weeks. Go back to rehab, the beach isn't going to fix whatever's broken in your head 💊👋 ↪angel bro is writing an essay in my comments🤣🤣🤣🤣 ↪kiaracarrera @topper_thornton i will actually end you. keep her name out of your mouth before i find you
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kelcek Imagine going from a Cameron to a guy who lives in a shed with no AC. Major downgrade. Rafe is literally laughing at this in the group chat right now 🤡 Also, your beach looks like a literal swamp. Gross. ↪angel "rafe is laughing" …is that before or after he accidentally liked the post? and tell him to pay his own data bill before he talks about my downgrade 😘 ↪jjthegoat @kelcek you’re a professional ass licker. how does Rafe's rim taste today? 👅 ↪johnbroutlegde1 @kelcek keep talking shit and see how fast you end up in the marsh
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♡ - warnings : drinking, drugs, partying, suggestive talk.
you were sitting on sarah's bed, your brows furrowed in clear irritation as you watched sarah run in and out of her closet, panicking about her outfit for the 'small' party she was dragging you to. "i liked the first outfit, like. . . the one ten outfits ago." you said softly.
you, on the other hand, were already dressed and covered in body oil that reeked of vanilla, your outfit was a bit dramatic, but you were dramatic, so did it matter? nope!
"come on! you have to help, seriously! i have to impress top tonight," sarah whined as she pulled the dress she had just tried on & tossed it on her bed, you glanced over, stifling a giggle at the pile of clothes. "okay, fine." you mumbled, standing up and going into the walk-in closet, your two front teeth finding the plush of your bottom lip as you flicked through the clothing.
eventually you found a dress, it was cute, you immediately sighed of relief and tossed it at her, you grabbed a pair of white kitten heels from her closet and tossed them. "this. no buts," you stated.
"yes mom!" sarah grinned.
sarah had her small hands on your arm as you two walked into the big beach house, sarah immediately let go and whispered something about going to see topper, you nodded softly as you waved her off.
you weren't really the one for party scenes, just because. . . you weren't interested, simple.
the smell of alcohol abused your senses, the loud booming of house music in your ears, you made your way over to a random table, parting your lips before you felt a warm calloused hand grab your wrist, "doll, i'm so glad you came!" kelce said, you spun around and immediately smiled softly, "kelce! aww, i'm so glad you're back home. i missed your yacht," you joked, pulling him into a loving hug, you gave the best hugs!
you fluttered your lashes as you glanced over kelce's shoulder, seeing rafe, your breath caught in your throat slightly as kelce pulled away, you pushed your bouncy hair out of your face as kelce offered you a drink, "c'mon dolly, it'll be good, it tastes like vanilla, yea?" kelce murmured, handing you the red solo cup, you slowly lifted it up, sniffing it as your brows knitted together, looking up at kelce. "'kay. . . but just this one time." you said slowly, sipping it hesitantly.
a few minutes passed, and you had already had multiple of those drinks kelce made for you, the alcohol unfortunately flowing through you like it was your blood. it seemed like the floors were spinning.
you pouted your lips as you stood by yourself in the corner, eyes slightly widened as you tried to tell if the walls were spinning or if it was the alcohol, but why would you blame the alcohol? you're too stubborn for that.
a smooth deep voice filled your ears, it sounded familiar. . . too familiar.
"sweets, what happened to you?" rafe's voice filled your ears as he leaned down to talk softly in your ear, you whined slightly, your lashes fluttering up at him as you licked your glossy lips, he had a flushed face, a corona in his right hand, his bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead. "kelce. . . mmf, gave me a drink." you slurred, smiling and tilting your head slowly.
his jaw clenched as he sat his beer down, "i thought you didn't drink, doll." he hummed, continuing his sentence. "you told me. . . uhh, that alcohol was for 'losers'" you giggled softly as you nodded. "still stands."
rafe looked over his shoulder for kelce, he wanted to go punch him across his face and curse him for ever thinking about giving you a drink, he saw you as a pure, innocent girl who shouldn't ingest anything like that, you were different than all the other girls who he hangs out with.
"mm, my feet hurt, ray." you said softly, rubbing your temple, he sighed and shook his head, he wasn't gonna get on his knees in front of everyone and take your heels off. . . he found that humiliating.
so, instead, he just leaned down and scooped you up, you huffed softly as you hiccuped, your head lolled against his shoulder as he murmured hateful things, but he didn't mean them, he never did.
he helped you into his truck as he buckled you into the passenger seat, leaning over and pulling off the white heels on your soft feet, he looked over and you were already snoozing, he shook his head in disbelief. "unbelievable."
after a few minutes of driving he pulled into the driveway to the large home, "c'mon, you're home, gotta wake up." he said, nudging you as you whined in protest. he groaned, knowing how stubborn you were, he just gave in, getting out and walking to the passenger side, unbuckling the loose seatbelt, he leaned up and pulled you out the seat, carrying you bridal style.
walking up the stairs in the warm home, he glanced around for your room, he had been to the house plenty of times, because of topper. he reached your bedroom, it smelt of vanilla, fresh flowers. . . fairy lights, gold accents, designer bags in the floor, probably from a shopping spree. "alright, come on, sit up." he murmured softly, sitting you down on the soft bed, he glanced around the room, walking to your vanity, opening the drawers, grabbing a few cotton pads and what he assumed was makeup remover.
he clicked his tongue, gently cradling your face as he wiped the makeup off your face, biting his lip in focus as you fluttered your lashes, your big brown eyes meeting his serious ones. "what're you doing. . . ?" you murmured. "shh, shh, don't worry 'bout it princess, 'kay? 'm just getting you ready 'for bed." he whispered soothingly, you always brought out the softness in rafe he didn't realize he had.
that's what made him love. . . what? he meant like. . .
he helped you out of the itchy skirt and tank top, reaching over you and grabbing your slick pajama set, slipping it over your head and putting the bottoms on, he brushed out your hair and pressed soft kisses to your forehead as your lips parted contently.
"mmf, are you leaving?" you whispered as he nodded, continuing to shush you. "yeah doll." he murmured, standing up from the small bed. "'kay. . ."
"make sure to take medicine in the morning, or you might hate yourself." he said softly, walking to the doorframe. "g'night ray," you whispered as you rolled over on your stomach.
"goodnight precious."
a/n - can you guys tell i didn't know where to take this lolol. hope you enjoyed! I DID NOT PROOF READ!
DIRTY LITTLE SECRET〻ᯇ # rafe cameron
05. surfs up! | smau+irl | masterlist — previous — next
IN WHICH ✶ Rafe Cameron is the last person Y/n should ever be acquainted with—her friend’s older brother, a cocky Kook, and the guy her and her friends despise most. He doesn’t want to get caught with a Pogue, and she doesn’t want to be caught with a Kook—especially him. But no matter how wrong it is, she’s still his dirty secret… and he’s hers.
warnings! nsfw (MDNI) 18+
“That’s a big fuckin’ wave, Jayj.” You turn your head to look at him, giving him a teasing smile. “You sure you can surf that?” A small chuckle leaving your lips as you ask.
“I don’t know…I’ll die trying.” He shrugs his shoulders, “You only live once.” He grins as she begins to move towards the wave.
LOVE
DIRTY LITTLE SECRET〻ᯇ # rafe cameron
04. doomed | smau+irl | masterlist — previous — next
IN WHICH ✶ Rafe Cameron is the last person Y/n should ever be acquainted with—her friend’s older brother, a cocky Kook, and the guy her and her friends despise most. He doesn’t want to get caught with a Pogue, and she doesn’t want to be caught with a Kook—especially him. But no matter how wrong it is, she’s still his dirty secret… and he’s hers.
You were practically running laps in Rafe’s head. He couldn’t shake the thought of you—hadn’t been able to since last week, when he felt the shift between you two.
“Fuck…” Rafe muttered under his breath, eyes glued to the messages on his screen, already starting to regret his genius idea to act like an asshole so you’d pull away first. He kept typing, then deleting, typing again—hoping you couldn’t see the stupid three dots popping up and disappearing.
STOP, LOVE
i‘m unwell 😵💫😮💨😮💨😮💨
I only know half the drama RN but i HAVE BEEN SAYING ABOUT THAT ODESSA GIRL 🤣🤣🤣🤣
He will never separate himself from her and she’s been a known weirdo, and unfortunately you are who your friends are !
He’s also weird because why has bro not spoke up at all, ABOUT ANYTHING?? Get out of my MF face
“Oh he doesny use social media” hmm idk he does when it’s relevant to him ?
Ahhh I can’t be bothered
silver springs
ex!rafe cameron x reader smau
in four years time, a lot changes: friends get married, friends have children, get new jobs, and fall in love. but for rafe things have stood still after breaking things off his high school sweetheart y/n in the midst of their first semester of college. but when y/n comes back to kildare for the summer, he wonders if he can win her back or will he never be able to escape his past mistakes.
masterlist | part two
author’s note: this wasn’t proofread so have mercy
your phone
rafe’s phone
WHEN THE SILENCE ENDS PART 7
SOCIAL MEDIA AU, MDNI 18+
fire!fighter!rafe cameron x female!reader
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warnings: swearing, drawings of blood, traumatized reader & son
summary: You and your 6 year old son, Jamie, just moved to Outer Banks, North Carolina looking for a quieter life- at least that’s what you tell everyone. The truth? You’re running. As far and as fast as you can so you try to blend in with the locals, really make this place a true home for your son who barely speaks a word these days. On top of constantly looking over your shoulder and a full time job, the house you moved into is a fixer upper and needs all the work it can get. But when Jamie’s first grade teacher, Mrs. Routledge, holds a career day, things start to change. Jamie becomes obsessed with fire trucks and firemen, specifically a certain fireman whose name is Rafe Cameron. And it just so happens that Mr. Cameron is a jack of all trades and uses every single one to break down your walls.
Notes: happier times are coming i swear! for a short time career day starts in the next part and that will kick off the beginning of our story and rafe will be around a lot more! he’s got his own story to tell 👀
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ambivalence part one: friends - rafe cameron
a/n: hi everyone! i've been trying to write this for a bit now, i hope you guys love it. let me know what you think so i know if you want this series to continue xoxo
Summary: In the midst of a breakup, you find a friend in the one person you never expected.
Warnings: swearing
Word Count: 4.1k
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The doorbell sharply ringing through the living room breaks you out of your trance. Zoned out, thinking about him again, missing him. You two have only been apart for two weeks, but John B is still fresh on your mind. He'd broken up with you suddenly, and wasted no time getting together with Sarah Cameron.