ney (she/her)

[goldenroutledge]

Rafe and “i’m not worthy of anybody’s love.” “that’s not true, you’re worthy of mine.” followed by the lover breaking eye-contact… + a love confession

troubled waters

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

wc: 1.8k

warning(s): a lil angsty but ends in fluff

summary: in which rafe comes knocking at your door, in need of a friend, but you are ready to give him a hell of a lot more than that.

a/n: YESS THIS SCREAMS RAFE THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! 🤍

rafe masterlist

Thunder shook your lonely house, amongst the lightning striking in quick and bright flashes outside but visible through the thin curtains. Curled up in a fuzzy blanket in your bedroom, many throw pillows nearly drowned you in them to tune out the noises of nature. So many throw pillows in fact that your TV show was playing at an alarmingly high volume. You could’ve sworn your doorbell went off, causing you to rewind your show 10 seconds to see if that’s where the sound was coming from.

Ok, definitely the doorbell, you concluded as it went off for a second time while the show was paused. Your parents weren’t set to return home from their trip for another week. And if anything, their postponed arrival was because of the storm. Nobody in their right mind would be traveling in this weather.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, you made your way to the front door slowly. Not without grabbing a large knife from the kitchen first, just to be safe. The porch light had been turned off because you weren’t expecting anybody, but the lightning and the street light further away illuminated the shadowy figure standing behind the stained glass door. Whoever they were, they should be thankful you had a fairly large porch that was the only thing keeping them from getting drenched in the pouring rain. In one swing, the front door flew open and left you facing your uninvited guest.

“Rafe?” You quizzed, putting the knife behind your back now that you’d identified the person. Stepping aside, you gestured for him to come inside before shutting and locking the door. “What are you doing here? And driving in this weather? Are you insane?”

A heavy sigh fell from his lips, pulling down the hood of his hoodie for you to get a better look at him. “I should’ve called. I’m sorry.” His line of vision scattered the floor. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Peering up at him, you finally caught sight of his exhausted expression and puffy eyes. You frowned, reaching for him before remembering the knife in one of your hands that made him slightly jump upon seeing it. “What the hell? Why do you have that?”

“Oh, my bad.” You retraced your steps back to the kitchen and put the knife back in its place. “I wasn’t really expecting company at this hour.”

“Right.” He clicked his tongue in response, hands in his pockets. “Again, I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have just dropped in like this. I can go if you want.”

“No!” You debated a little too quickly. “I-I’m, uhm.. I’m glad you came, actually. I didn’t wanna be alone anyways.” You took his hand in yours, knife-free this time, and led him up to your room. “So don’t worry about it. You know my door’s always open for you.”

Rafe’s lips pursed tightly into the best smile he could give at your acceptance. Despite his attempt to look somewhat happy, the sorrow dripping off of him was evident.

To you, at least. Normally you could read Rafe like the back of your hand, and tonight was no different. Figuring out how to get through to him was the tricky part.

The both of you were leaning back on your large array of pillows, offering him a blanket to insulate his shivering body. You pressed play on your show again, shoulder to shoulder with your best friend, leaning into each other subtly.

An episode later, a wave of fatigue came over you, drawing a yawn from your lips as the end credits rolled on the screen. Now it was just you, Rafe, and the pouring rain outside. You looked over to him to see a few tears rolling down his cheeks. He blinked and let them fall as fast as they filled his eyes, mind clearly off in another world.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Rafe only shook his head no, exhaling shakily.

The two of you sat in the quiet for a few minutes, the storm still very much alive but it wasn’t the reason for the pangs of ache in your heart.

You wanted to tell Rafe he’d be okay, and that you’d be there for him. You wanted to tell him how badly it hurts to see him in pain, how much you loved him. But when the time presents itself. This wasn’t about you, not in this moment.

“Can I ask you a question?” He hummed, telling you to go ahead. “Why did you show up here tonight? Not that I don’t want you here, but in this weather, too? Did something happen?”

“I don’t know, Y/n/n. I trust you. I already told you I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

“Alright. I just need to know you’re okay, Rafe.”

“Now that I’m here, I am.” Rafe wiped his tears away, sniffling as he spoke up again, ready to confide in you. “My dad told me leave. Said he didn’t want to be stuck home with me during the storm, y’know.”

Your eyes remained fixated on him, showing him that you were listening. You held his hand in yours gently for support. “It’s probably better that way, too. When we are stuck home together it just gives him more time and reason to remind me of what a fuck up I am.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in disagreement. “Don’t say that about yourself, Rafe.” You debated, in a strong tone but also a quiet one.

“When you start hearing it enough, you believe it, Y/n. And lately I’ve been really trying— trying to do better for his approval. But nothing fucking works. I can’t stop messing up no matter what I do.” He ranted, hands running through his hair and at this point having let yours go.

Rafe threw the blanket off and stood up, his frame looming over your dresser as he banged his fist down on it in a single motion. “He’ll never love me like he loves Sarah.” An aggrieved sob escaped his lips as he looked up at himself in the mirror.

You followed him of course, moving across the bed and pulling him into your arms immediately. Rafe welcomed you, clutching your body to his and dropping his head to cry in the crook of your neck. In hopes to ease some of his pain, you caressed and curled some of his hair between your fingers.

“I’m not even worthy of his love, either.” He let out as he caught his breath. “I’m not worthy of anybody’s love.”

“That’s not true... You’re worthy of mine.” You argued, unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth. The both of you froze, though you pulled back, holding his shoulders but eventually dropping your hands from them as the silence passed.

“What?”

Tears now pooled in your eyes, for several different reasons but all of the emotions combined became overwhelming. As much as you wanted to backtrack and erase the words from both of your memories, you couldn’t. You had to let Rafe know someone truly loves him.

“You are worthy of love, Rafe. I hate that you don’t see it.”

His blue orbs glimmered in disbelief, but optimism as they shined with new tears, for different reasons as well. “No.” He protested. “You said I’m worthy of your love.”

“Mhm.”

“So.. what does that mean?” He questioned with a hint of hope in his tone, though he didn’t want to embarrass himself by misreading anything. “You know I’m not good at reading in between the lines n’ shit.”

Reluctantly, you accepted his embrace for you now, resting your hands on his sweatshirt clad torso while his rested on your waist comfortingly. You closed your eyes as more tears slipped out, wishing you were dreaming right now. You didn’t want to face him. His rejection wouldn’t be easy at all, though unavoidable now.

“It means.. I love you, Rafe.”

His reaction wasn’t one you were able to gauge, your heartbeat hammering in your chest. “A-and I’m sorry if I just ruined our whole friendship because I’m an idiot who doesn’t think before I talk. It’s just so unfair that you have to feel unloved, Rafe. It hurts me too and I just needed you to kno-” Before you could finish, Rafe’s lips were on yours, intervening your ramble as he kissed you feverishly.

“Are you done?” He questioned once he pulled away, hands still cupping your face and caressing your damp cheeks.

“I guess so. But I- what was that?”

“I love you too, Y/n.” He confessed, giving you a genuine smile of relief and contentment for the first time all night. “Guess you’re not so good at reading between the lines either, huh. Even though I thought I just made it pretty clear for you.”

“Then maybe you should try again. I’m not sure that I’m following..” You teased, lips hovering over his before he kissed you once again, this time less sloppily but with the same passion.

Pulling away for air, your foreheads rested on one another’s, smiling like fools as the tears shed from you both were the last thing on your minds.

“I love you.” Rafe whispered, pure adoration taking over the look in his eyes.

“And I love you. Never forget it, okay? I’ll tell you everyday if I have to.”

He chuckled at your last comment, knowing there actually was truth to that. “Okay.” He pressed a featherlight kiss to your forehead in agreement. “Thank you.” He mumbled, expressing his gratitude for several of your actions.

Or not even your actions specifically, but how you made him feel. Rafe would never be able to thank you enough. “For always being here, for loving me. Even if I didn’t find out until a few minutes ago.”

“I’ve loved you for a lot longer than a few minutes, Rafe.” You chuckled against his chest at his joke.

“I know.” He reassured smoothly. “But it felt good to hear it. I didn’t know if I was ever going to.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” You conceded. “But I meant what I said. You deserve to be loved.”

His hand ran up and down your back soothingly. “I’m glad you told me. So now we can stop being idiots. Except we’re still idiots, but now we’ll just make out all the time.”

“Is this your way of asking me to be yours, Cameron?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes in emphasis. “Seriously? I just told you I love you so why would I not-”

“I’m kidding, Rafe. Of course I want to.” You pinched his cheeks in amusement.

“I just had to make you work for it. I never thought you’d love me either.”

He laughed at your antics and somewhat strange logic, rain only tapping on your windows now. “Love was just a word to me until you gave it a definition, Y/n.”

a/n: i wrote this in a p r i l 😟 and forgot all about it. given it’s my one year writing anniversary i thought it would be fun to post another rafe work. the og being called ‘trouble in paradise’ & this one being called ‘troubled waters’ lol what a coincidence. anyways, thanks for stickin with me & my writing for a year <3

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The Internship (masterlist)

Masterlist for my Rafe Cameron series - The Internship!

Series synopsis: In the summer following your third year of college, you managed to secure a summer internship at Ward Cameron’s development firm. The opportunity was a source of significant elation; that is, until you were introduced to the firm’s other intern. You see, if there was one thing you knew for certain, it was that you hated Rafe Cameron.

Pairing: Rafe x Kook!reader

Warnings: language, drinking, drug use, hinting at smut + lots of kissing, Ward being a horrible (!!) father

Part 1: the internship

Part 2: the longest first day

Part 3: another day, another detour

Part 4: nostalgia

Part 5: you ruined me

Part 6: the bahamas

Part 7: especially for you

Part 8: love’s complicated

Part 9: ducks in a row

Part 10: always been you

EDIT: THIS SERIES IS COMPLETED! BUT…

I have a list of prompts for these two, if you’re interested in hearing more abt their story :-)

Blurbs

cowboy hats, Topper’s prank

[outerbankies]

it’s been pouring rain over here, and i’m just imagine rafe making y/n a nice cozy dinner like soup or something and they cuddle up to watch old movies together

just a lil something small! loved this idea, happy fall besties 🍂🍁

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new light blurb: flume — rafe cameron

summary: just a domestic and fluffy rainy day with your boyfriend rafe after his plans for the weekend get ruined by the weather

warnings: alcohol, a blurb i wrote in under an hour and then didn’t edit instead of… doing my job!

new light masterlist

“You did this.”

Rafe turns from where he’s assessing the dreary weather through the windows to the backyard, scowling at you.

“What?” you ask, barely looking up from your book.

“You made it rain today. Because you didn’t want to golf.”

“Baby,” you sigh. “I can do a lot, but I can’t make it rain.”

“I don’t believe you,” he grumbles, scowl turning into a full-on pout.

Rafe had been trying to drag you back out to the links for a long time. The phase of your relationship where you’d usually say yes just to spend time with him (and pick out his outfits) had been over for a while now; if Blythe wasn’t in town to keep you company while Rafe and Topper golfed, you really had no desire to go. You were terrible at it, it bored you to no end, but you’d still agree sometimes just to make him happy. This weekend was supposed to be one of those occurrences—you’d even bought a new dress. You figured if you were going to do horribly and risk a sunburn, you might as well look cute while you did so.

Rafe had checked in with you all week to make sure you were still up for it, his excitement palpable with every ‘are you sure?’ or ‘does this tee time work?’ or ‘you know you’ll like it more if you just let me help you with your drive, right?’

“Rafe, I know you were excited,” you hum, tipping your head back on the couch and glancing sideways at him. “We can go next weekend?”

He turns around, pointing at you accusingly. “I’m holding you to that.”

“Please do.” You pucker your lips and he strides over, bending down to kiss you before hopping over the back of the couch and settling into your side.

You momentarily go back to your book while Rafe scrolls through his phone, checking the weather.

“What should we do instead? Gonna pour all day.”

“My book’s good. You could pick one out, too.”

“Baby,” he groans, phone clicked off and set to the side. His head nudges into the junction between your neck and shoulder, his lips pressing into the skin. “No, pay attention to me.”

“Alright, can I finish this chapter, at least?”

“How many pages?”

You check, your boyfriend’s heavily-ringed left hand coming up to hold one side of the book open so you don’t lose your spot as you do. You nudge Rafe’s hand off of the pages once you find out, settling further into the couch. “Twenty.”

“Deal. Make it fast though, you know the rain puts me to sleep,” he mumbles, head not moving from its spot your chest.

“I’m always fast. Faster than you,” you tease, fingers rubbing at his scalp.

Rafe grunts, flicking your thigh. “Watch it.”

You finish the rest of your chapter while he waits patiently—well, patient might be generous. His hands are everywhere, fingers sliding under the top of your crew-cut socks, the hem of your leggings, stroking your skin leisurely. He doesn’t fall asleep, and you think he’s even reading along for a second, which is confirmed when he perks up as he notices you’re on the last page.

“Done?” he asks, not waiting for an answer as he grips the spine of your book, yanking it out of your hand. The bookmark you’d been using, a Polaroid of Rafe and your parents’ dog, Wilbur, falls out from where you keep it tucked between the front cover and the first page. Your cheeks heat up when he spots it, sticking it in the right page and shutting your book before tossing it aside on the couch, kissing your cheek. “Cute. Now get up.”

“What are we doing?”

“Do you think Heyward’s is doing deliveries today? We should make that soup you saw on Tik Tok.”

“I’d feel so bad making them come out here in this. We can make it to the store,” you say, rolling your eyes when he complains. “Pull it up and let’s go. I’ll go get our boots.”

“Can you grab my jacket, too?”

—

You made it to the store and back without getting too rained on—at least you did. In your haste you’d both forgotten an umbrella, and you were fine with just your hood, but Rafe insisted you huddle into his side while he held his unzipped jacket over your head, the two of you giggling as you splashed through the puddles in the parking lot and got inside as fast as you could.

Rafe put you on entertainment duty while he got to work in the kitchen, a tea towel resting over one of his shoulders while he chopped up veggies and read the recipe off of his phone.

“I vote Twilight,” you declare, already navigating to whichever streaming service it would be on.

“Nuh-uh. Harry Potter,” Rafe counters, not even looking your way. “But only while we cook. And then I wanna watch Casablanca when we’re done and we can pay attention.”

You smile to yourself while you search for the movie at the way he said ‘we.’ You were a disaster in the kitchen, but Rafe was surprisingly passable. He’d let you help him cook a few times, but after the third incident landed you both at urgent care, your palm permanently scarred and Rafe feeling so guilty he didn’t even want to speak on the ride home, you’d both decided you were better on the sidelines, keeping your drinks refilled and picking the right music or shows, taste testing or passing spices along.

“Fine, since it was supposed to be your golf day,” you concede.

“Now why would you bring that up?” he sighs.

“Aw, I’m sorry, babes,” you say, giving him your best pout.

“No, you’re not,” he laughs. “But I appreciate you trying to act like it.”

You start the movie and find him in the kitchen, arms wrapping around his waist from behind. “I like doing the things you like to do. Even if I don’t like them.”

“Hey, I know,” he says, hand reaching behind you both to scratch your back blindly. “I’m just teasing.”

“Good,” you say, squeezing him so tight he lets out an ‘oof’ before you let him go again. “You can smoke me on the course next weekend.”

You get to work opening the bottle of wine you’d picked up at the store, pouring yourself a glass and getting Rafe a beer from the fridge. “Or we could do this again. I like this.”

You stop after you make sure the beer is secure in his hand, reaching up on your tip toes for a kiss that lasts a few seconds. “I like this, too.”

[sargeant-bxrnes]

DREW’S NEW LOOK??? OMG HE LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD IM

[wandascarrera]

everyday i wake up to no obx 3 renewal announcement & start shaking & crying

[berryfairyluvr]

hi!! could you write a fic where the reader meets ward and rose for the first time and they’re surprised because rafe doesn’t bring girls to meet his parents but they really like her and think she can be good for him? sorry if it seems like a lot, i suck at explaining 😩 but thank you for reading this 🤍🤍

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 | i want you to

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | rafe cameron x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | to much of his father and stepmom’s surprise, rafe brings y/n to tanneyhill for a family dinner

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | ooc rafe, fluff, language/swearing, semi-soft rafe

𝐚\𝐧 | hi!! so i’m going to give this a go because i really love the concept so let’s see what i come up with <3 thanks for the ask!

The OBX sun was just what you needed as you lied in your bikini on the deck of your boyfriend Rafe’s boat. The soft hum of the speaker played from somewhere in the cabin adding the perfect amount of essence to your blissful mood.

You feel yourself drifting off but a pair of large hands rubbing lotion into your back brings you back to your senses. “You’re going to burn this fragile skin I love so much.” Rafe says leaning down to kiss your shoulder blade.

You smile softly, your eyes still closed but the sound of his voice alone makes you giddy. “I like the sun kissed feeling, what can I say Cameron.” He kisses your shoulder again, your neck, your cheek, your nose and then your eyelids. “Open your eyes for me pretty girl I wanna ask you something.”

You turn over so your lying on your back and facing him, he puts his arms on either side of your waist caging you in. When you open your eyes he’s thankfully blocking the sun but if he wasn’t he’d still manage to steal the spotlight. He beams down at you, his dimples making you smile right back at him.

“What is it?” You prop yourself up on your forearms, squinting at him.

“Remember when I said I wanted to spend the whole day together? Like from breakfast to dinner.” He replies almost sounding unsure of something.

“Mhm.”

He looks off in the distance for a moment, breaking your gaze. “What do you think about coming over for dinner tonight?” He returns his eyes to you trying to gage your answer.

Your eyes widened in the slightest bit and you didn’t say anything for a moment, you were shocked he was asking. Sure he was pretty romantic and lovey-dovey when it came to your relationship but before you two were actually together he would of never thought of bringing a girl home.

“If you’re not up for it tonight or something it’s fine we can do it some other time but I-” He began his nervous ramble he always did but you cut him off quickly. “I’d love to Rafe, of course.”

“You would? Really?” His grin is so wide it makes you gush. This side of Rafe was the one he’d saved just for you, he was so sweet when he wanted to be. You could never figure out what you did to make Rafe Cameron so soft.

“What do you mean would I? If you want me there, I’m there RC.” You tease him with the nickname he absolutely hated. “You’re kinda perfect y’know that?” He softens his grin and kisses you again.

You shrug your shoulders with a sigh. “I’m aware.” Your grin becoming cocky like, Rafe shakes his head at you with a matching smile.

“Only if you’re sure though. I’m happy to come but I don’t want you to overthink it okay?” You turn serious, scanning his face looking for that look you knew he carried whenever he was uneasy.

“You kidding? Baby I’d have you at every Cameron dinner if I didn’t know they might scare you off.” Rafe says, scoffing.

“You act like I’ve never met them before. Did we not grow up together or was that just me fantasizing?” You tease.

“Oh so you fantasized about me, yeah?” He leans down making you fall flat on your back , his lips slide into that sideways smirk. So devious, you think. You laugh at his response, he engulfs your giggles with a kiss and smiles against you.

You pull back from him and hold his chin up. “I thought you knew me better then that Cameron, nothing scares me.” You kiss him once again.

—

You and Rafe spend the rest of the day on the Druthers. By the time the sun was setting you realized you still had to get ready, you had to force him to let you out of the spot between his legs.

“Rafe I’m serious, we need to go. I cant show up smelling like sunscreen and with no makeup.” You’re practically whining now, if that’s what it takes.

“You mean you can’t wear a bikini forever?” He fakes a gasp and finally releases you.

“I don’t think your parents are gonna appreciate my half naked body as much as you do babe.” You say as you gather your belongings scattered about. “Shit Rafe what am I gonna wear?

“Nothing. I think you should wear nothing.” He says, eyes trailing your body. Clearly his mind is elsewhere. “Shut up. C’mon we need to get back.” You swat at him.

“Hey hey hold on a sec.” He’s grabbing at your arm before you can walk off. He pulls you into his side where he’s still sat, holding your hand in his lap. He looks at you like he’s looking into you. You can’t help the nervous laugh that escapes your throat because of the way he’s fixated on you. “What?”

He continues staring, taking you in. Your hair half dry from swimming, your curls are his favourite. The freckles that pepper your skin even more noticeable when the sun hits them. To say I'm infatuated with you would be an understatement, he thinks.

"Rafe come on! Seriously, we both need to get ready. Also I can drive over when I'm ready, that way you won't have to drive me back when it's dark and-" Your rambling is cut short when he kisses you yet again. "I love you." He says it so effortlessly, cradling your head in between his hands as he swipes a wet strand of hair from your face.

His eyes so blue, god you loved his eyes. You felt your shoulders relax at his words, you lean your face into the palm of his hand as he presses a kiss to your temple. "It's not you I'm worried about, it's them. So let me do all the worrying while you sit and look pretty, yeah?" He kisses your nose. You're not sure if the gesture was an attempt to calm you down or him but it worked on your behalf.

Rafe had dropped you off at your family's dock and had told you he'd pick you up at seven, he was already pulling away before you could protest.

By the time you had showered, finally found an outfit and done some light makeup you could hear Rafe downstairs. You check your phone seeing that it's only six'thirty. You knew seven meant that he'd show up no later then he did now. You learnt that the first month you dated Rafe Cameron.

"Is your sister upstairs?" You hear Rafe ask your little brother, Carter.

You make your way down the stairs but not quite in their eyesight yet.

"Yeah, wanna play a quick round on Xbox?" Carter asks your boyfriend. You knew he favored Rafe a lot and it meant so much to you. As you finish rounding the stairs Rafe replies with a 'sure' just before his eyes fall on you. You wore a sage slip dress that ended mid-thigh, Rafe could've sworn your legs went on for days.

"Carter we have to go to dinner, remember?" You smile briefly at Rafes reaction as you slip on a dressy pair of sandals.

Carter groans and turns to go back to his gaming, leaving you and Rafe alone at your front door. He takes your waist in his hands and pulls you to him. "You look stunning baby but you do realize I have to focus tonight right?" He runs his hands up your shoulder blades and back to your hips, giving you a quick kiss.

“Something tells me that if I wore a paper bag you’d have the same reaction RC.” You smile against him and let your lips fall onto his yet again.

“Mm maybe.” He relishes at the feeling of your hands on the nape of his neck. You let your parents know you'll be back in a couple of hours and Rafe adds that he'll have you home at a reasonable time. On the ride over to Tanneyhill you pickup on Rafe's nerves from the grip he has on your thigh, it's nothing harsh it's just not his usual touch.

"Rafe babe, you're going to gnaw your lip right off if you keep chewing it like that." You glance over at him attentively, placing your hand over his on your thigh in hopes of trying to soothe him.

He takes his eyes away from the road briefly to offer you a half smile, his hand on your thigh loosens and he begins to rub circles with his thumb.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know that right? We can turn this truck around right now and go night swimming or have sex on the beach or OH! You remember that time we-" Rafe let's out a deep chuckle at your words, his sweet dimples you adore so much pop out. "Sex on the beach? You're killing me here (Y/L/N)." He squeezes his eyes shut at the thought and grins.

You laugh lightheartedly as Rafe turns down the long driveway leading to his home just before putting the truck in park and lazily turning his head to face you.

"You deserve this, my family deserves this, more you but hey." He shrugs, half joking about the last part half not. You figure it has to do with his father. Whenever he mentions his family or his dad his eyes get this hazy look to them, like the thoughts clouding his mind could come seeping out at any moment. Sweet boy let me in, is what you think.

You'd met his family before of course, but it was never a proper sit-down like tonight was going to be. The thought made Rafe queasy, you however, hadn't let it phase you.

You sat staring back at him for a long moment, sometimes the silence and your presence was all he needed.

You lean across the center console and press a gentle, slow kiss to his lips. His hand finds its way to the nape of your neck and you feel yourself relaxing into him. His kiss becomes more feverish and you know if you don't stop now you'll never get inside.

"No-" You just barely make out the word against his lips before his mouth is on yours again and a sigh slips from you.

"Rafe we have to go-" You're giggling as he barely let's you finish a sentence without crashing his lips onto yours.

"Cameron! I'm not hooking up with you in your parents driveway." You laugh the words out as you hold him back with your hands on his chest. He laughs at that and kisses you one more time with a playful grin and your lip gloss smeared across his lips.

He moves to get out and come to open your door as always. As he walks around the hood of his truck you notice his outfit and swoon at the sight. He's wearing his striped golfer polo and a brown zip up that cost more then it should, but money wasn't a worry for either of your families.

As he opened your door and helped you down you made sure to rub your excess lip gloss off his lips. That's not the impression you want to give the Cameron's. You were here to stay and you were going to present it as such.

"Is this a new dress? When'd you get it?" Rafe held the hand that was holding yours out so he could get a full view of you. You smile at the thought of him being so curious of your outfit. He knew nearly every dress in your closet because of the countless events you'd worn corresponding outfits to. Though he'd never admit he knew your wardrobe just as well as the girl wearing the clothes.

"It is. I got it last weekend when I went with Sarah to the mainland." You looked down at the light colored dress you wore as you felt Rafe's arm snake around your shoulders.

"Thanks for helping her with that stuff, I know you're too nice to turn her down when she asks you to hangout." He kisses the side of your temple.

You scoff, "Your sisters great Rafe, really. I love hanging out with her, she's not stuck-up like the others."

"Not to you maybe but she's sure a pain in my ass." He says rolling his eyes looking forward. You scoff again and slap him in the stomach at his comment.

—

The back patio of the Cameron's was a sight during the day but the sight of it now, with the fairy lights above you and stars blanketed across the sky, was stunning. You were sat sandwiched between Sarah and Wheezie when Rose protested that Rafe had to sit across from his girlfriend, not next to.

The food was nothing short then excellent, but the dinner conversation could've been better.

"So Y/N where are you headed next year?" Ward wasted no time with small talk from his seat at the head of the table. He'd been asking you all sorts of questions since you walked in the door, he's known you for years but not well enough apparently.

You finish chewing and meet eyes with the man, he's talking about in terms of graduation and college. "Well if all goes to plan I'll be at UNC Chapel Hill studying lit." You smile gently and take a sip of water.

"Oh that's wonderful. Chapel Hill is beautiful and the campus is lovely, you'd do so well there." Rose chimes in beaming at you with her delicate demeanor.

"Sarah's looking to go there as well, it'd do her well having someone she knew going." Ward points his fork at his eldest daughter who only glances at him briefly before staring at her plate. Clearly she might have different plans then her father. Rafe rolls his eyes at the comment and you wedge your leg in between his under the table.

You smiled at that and continued the conversation adding your summer plans in OBX and your family's yearly vacation in Maui. Small talk and people pleasing was never a struggle for you, growing up on Figure 8 the skill was practically drilled into your brain since birth.

Once the table began to be cleared the group headed inside as the temperature dropped. You were sitting with Rose in the lavish living room knee deep in a conversation about the socialites of the island. You had no interest in drama but you played the part for the sake of a good impression.

Rafe had disappeared into his father's study seeing that you were doing just fine without his hovering. Ward was pouring himself a glass of whiskey when he entered. He sometimes offered one to his son but tonight wasn't one of those nights.

"She's different then I remember her being." Ward says just before turning around to face Rafe.

"Well you've never payed too much attention to her or any of my friends before, dad. We're older now, things are different." Rafe deemed crossing his arms. He could sense the path he so desperately didn't want to go down.

Ward nodded his head mutely, his eyes glancing around the room. "And how long has this been going on for?" He asked pointing to his son and the door.

"A few months, just before Summer kicked off." Rafe shrugs and his hand moves up to play with his jaw.

Ward scoffs with a sideways grin much like his sons. "About time,Jesus you've been pining over her for years. Don't try to tell me otherwise." He takes a sip from his glass.

Rafes head flicks up instantly, eyes wide. "You picked up on that?"

His father chuckled, "Anyone with eyes noticed son, she's good for you. Your little games stopped a few months ago and it wasn't hard to see why. She evens you out, always has."

"I know." Rafe mumbles to himself, already very aware of the meaning you hold to him. He just hadn't known everyone else could see it.

"Now get her home safely alright? I need you up early tomorrow for work so no fooling around."

Rafe watched you idly from the kitchen, you couldn't see it on his face but he was in awe of you at this exact moment. The way you sat with your legs crossed, the way your gentle fingers held the glass between your hand, he was infatuated at the sight of you. He knew he loved you but there were always those moments he looked at you and couldn't believe that you were well, you.

A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips when your eyes met his from across the room, earning him a 'what's going on in that head of yours' glance from you.

You wander over to him leaning against the counter and step between his outstretched legs. He peers down at you and cradles your face, his lips resting on yours oh so slowly, almost tauntingly slow.

You hum in response, a faint smile forming. "Stay over tonight?" You look up at him through your lashes and he just can't say no to you. Ever. Especially not after this evening going so incredibly well.

"Course sweet girl."

so there’s that <3 i don’t know how i feel about it buuuut first blurb is out WOOHOO

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Don’t You Die On Me (r.c)

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings! angst, suicide attempt, swearing, drugs, toxic household, some fluffs too 

summary: after a huge fight with his dad, rafe went to your house only to find you lying on the bed unconscious

word count: 2,3k

a/n: hey guys this is my first time writing a fic, so pls i’m sorry if there’s any mistakes or errors :( also this HUGELY based on that one tate and violet scene in murder house, there’s many quotes that i quoted from them. Enjoy <3

“Fuck” you cursed under your breath, tears falling down your cheeks as you ruffle through your school bag hoping to find a certain pill you once stole from Rafe in his room while he’s asleep. 

As you unzipped the side pocket of the bag revealing a bunch of tranquilizers in a prescription bottle, you opened the cap and swallowed a bunch of them as tears continued to run down your cheeks.

You swallowed some more. And more. Another one.

You coughed as you swallowed the last one, stumbling through your feet as you began to climb up the stairs. Using all the energy you have left, you can feel your breathing become more shallow and your pulse rapidly increasing.

It doesn't take long until your vision becomes too blurry, as you crawl to your bed. Shivering, you started wrapping the bed sheets all over your body and fell asleep...

A few hours earlier

You were waiting at the dock not far from your house after receiving a message from an unknown number claiming to be Sarah. Your boyfriend's sister, the one you thought died during the thunderstorm. Yet a few days ago, they were caught back at the outer banks with John B. You thought things were over now that John B is on trial, he killed sheriff Peterkin. As far as you know.

You heard someone calling you from afar. Looking up, you saw Sarah walking towards you, “Sarah... you’re alive” you hugged her tightly, she stayed still “i need you to do something for me” she says instead. Pulling back from the hug, you waited for her to continue.

“Tell Rafe to turn himself in to the police” she says, straightforwardly. “Why should I do that?” You asked, clearly confused 

“He didn’t tell you, did he?” “Tell me what..” “That he killed the sheriff.” You felt the atmosphere tense as you try to remember what Rafe said to you a few months ago, about how the pogue will try everything to manipulate you into thinking he killed the sheriff. “Rafe did not kill the sheriff, John B did” you told her

“Y/n. I WAS THERE!” She exclaimed 

You shook your head “no, stop trying to manipulate me, i know you’re gonna say this shit, he warned me” “y/n he was the one manipulating you! Trust me” she begged. “You should leave” you said as you turned to leave, but she was quick to grab your wrist and stopped you on track. “He tried to kill me.” She confessed. 

You turn back as you see her lift her shirt revealing a bandage wrapped on the right side of her waist. You wanted to believe her, you really do. But you trusted Rafe more than anyone in the world. You knew from the start there was something wrong with him, yet you still offer him company. But things were making sense now, for once in your lifetime you felt that he was lying to you.

‘Did he really do that?” you anxiously asked, she sighed “While we were in Bahamas..”

“I’m sorry i have to go” you excuse yourself as you stumble through the dock towards your house. Feeling like a fool, you didn’t even bother listening to the whole story, you felt numb. 

As you walked back to your house, you could hear the sound of glass shattering inside. Followed by the sound of tables being flipped over and the visible noise of your parents yelling at each other. 

You knew exactly what’s happening, as you quickly approached the front door and pushed the door open. You were greeted with the presence of your father in front of you, “move” he growled as you stepped aside letting him pass. You saw him roughly pull open the car door, starting the engine loudly, and furiously sped away. 

You went inside and were not surprised by the condition of the house, shattered pieces of glasses everywhere, chairs and tables flipped over, and the holes in the walls. As soon as you entered the living room, you saw your mother lying on the kitchen floor. You rushed to the kitchen and tried to help her. 

She pushed you away, “I'm fine y/n. It was just a stupid fight.” You saw the redness near her left eye, you assumed he must’ve hit her then. You walked closer to her as she turned her back on you, “i said i’m fine y/n! just go back to your room, now!” She yelled.

You quickly ran back to your room, slammed closed the door and locked it. you were so hurt and mad at her for being short with you, you were mad at your dad, you were mad at Rafe, you were mad at everyone, including yourself. You felt like a fool for believing his every word, for trusting him, for defending him, and for loving him. But you don’t hate him, you just can’t. 

You were too busy packing your bags, to notice the tears rolling down your cheeks as you made the decision on leaving everything behind permanently. It was getting dark, you had nowhere to go, you felt hopeless.

You quietly went downstairs, trying to go unnoticed as you tried to find the car keys to the jeep. But it was nowhere to be seen, you also noticed you didn’t saw your mother anywhere. Not in the kitchen, her bedroom, the living room, you went straight to the garage only to find out the jeep was gone. Your mother ran away with it. Your mother left you alone, Your father left you too...

you went back inside as you grabbed your phone and started dialing rafe’s number, you were about to pressed call when you were suddenly reminded of what he did. You felt pathetic, it was always your first instinct to call him when your parents are fighting. He was always there for you. Both of you were dealing with the same family issues, no one understands you guys better than each other. He saved you, he’s what you have left.

But now it’s all gone. He lied to you, and you trusted him. 

‘the person you are calling is unavailable, please try again later’

Rafe mutters as he tries calling you again for the 3rd time. Rafe knew you were not the type of person to avoid phone calls, you usually picked up his phone calls in less than a minute. 

He can’t focus while his father’s voice keeps ringing in his head

“you saved me?” “Rafe, you FUCKED us! All of us!”

‘I suck, man up. Man up Rafe.’ He grunts. This was never what he wanted, he only wanted to make his dad proud and no one seems to notice that except you. You never told him to man up, you always kept him under control, you were always there for him, and he never wanted to lose you. 

The only thing he felt guilty about is not telling you about sheriff Peterkin. He was afraid of losing you, he can’t do any of this without you. He thought it was best to keep it this way. He needed you. 

Panicked rushed through Rafe as he realized the possibilities of you being in trouble. He was leaving the house when he noticed a familiar face standing next to his jeep. Sarah Cameron. He quickened his speed as anger rushed through his veins. “What are you doing here?” he grunted.

“She knows” she said

“Whatever the fuck you mean” he replied

“Y/n, she knows you killed sheriff Peterkin.”

Silence fields the whole backyard as the sudden realization struck him like a knock on the face.

“Fuck!” His muscles tensed, he clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to scream. Shoving his way past her sister, into the car. He knew this was gonna happen eventually, as he frustratingly started the engine. He’s not ready for whatever’s going to happen, he was worried, angry, frustrated. 

driving his way to your house, he was far from okay. His father’s voice kept ringing on his head 

“you’re good for nothing, you’re just a useless, pathetic, burden to our life. god if you only know how ashamed i am to have you as my son.” 

Rafe hated how much those words affected him, he desperately needs your comfort and presence right now, but he was afraid of what’s coming next, he was worried you were gonna leave him too. As he arrived at your house, he noticed there was no car parked outside, not in the garage, there was no light coming from inside. Is she even home? 

He quickly got out of the car and started knocking on the front door. No answer. He waited, still no answers. He tried the doorknob and was surprised to see that it wasn’t locked. He pushed the door wide open and was shocked to see the conditions of the house, not that he wasn’t aware of your family condition but it still shocked him nonetheless.

He strode inside, eyes darting around investigating the broken vases, shattered glasses, broken paintings and hole on the walls as he look for any signs of you 

“Y/N?” Rafe called out

“Y/n, baby are you here?” He repeated as he went upstairs towards your bedroom. Arriving, he was relieved to see you all wrapped up under the covers of your bed, ‘asleep’. He makes his way to you as he examines you closely as guilt starts hovering over him. 

He then noticed something unusual about your face. Your skin pale, lips blue, he quickly grabbed your hand and was startled by the sudden breeze as he pulled back. He checked your pulse, it was slow and faint, that’s when he noticed the prescription bottle on the floor. 

‘No.. no no it can’t be’ Rafe thought

“y/n?” he snapped, shaking you deliberately. Finding no response he began to panic as tears started running down his face continuously. He pulled you into his arms as he begged and screamed for you to wake up. 

“Wake up baby, pleasee wake up!” He cried

Hands trembling as he begins dialling 911, sobbing in between his words, begging them to come as soon as possible. Rafe didn’t know what to do as he dragged you towards the bathroom crying desperately to keep you alive.

“Don’t you die on me y/n” He begged in between his sobs

“Don’t you die!” He cried as he put you into the shower holding you tightly in his arms as though you were the only thing that matters to him.

flashback*

You woke up to a loud bang on your door, swinging the door open. You were surprised to see Rafe standing there, eyes watery as if he’s about to break in a few seconds. Which he did when he saw you, he started to lean over.

He let out a soft cry as you pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back “it’s alright, hey. It’s alright” you assured, even though you were very concerned something bad happened, you chose not to ask.

You both stayed like that for a minute as you pulled back. Looking into his ocean blue eyes, the one that made you fall in love with him at first sight, it was so beautiful like the ones of a Siberians husky. It broke your heart to see him like this, you brought him to the couch as he held onto you tighter.

“I- I can't.. He told me I'm fine... W-what if i’m not okay.. i-” he says in between his sobs as you hold him closer to you. “I’m here, Rafe. I’m here” you assured him. Rafe knew from this moment you were the only thing that matters to him, more than anyone in the world, including himself.

‘I love you” he says through his tears, you pull back clearly shocked by the sudden confession. 

“I love you” he said again, your eyes widened as he planted a soft kiss against your lip. You returned back, still dumbfounded by his sudden confession.

You guys have been together for a year at that time, never in a lifetime you both ever spoke the word “i love you”. Maybe it’s because of the traumatic experience you both are dealing with that makes it harder to say those three simple words. 

“I would never let anybody, or anything hurt you. I’ve never felt that way about anyone.” You can’t contain the tears in your eyes as he said those words.

‘I.. Love you too” you responded. He smiled, you smiled back as he kissed you again. “It’s us against the world now” he said in between the kiss, you laughed as he kissed you more passionately than before. 

Rafe was trembling as he turned on the shower to wake you up. Screaming your name on top of his lung, crying as he tries to make you throw up the pills.

You woke up to the sound of water dripping down your body as you heard someone screams, it was faint until you felt yourself choking abruptly throwing up the pills from your lungs. You felt dizzy and sick, It took you a few minutes to adjust your vision.

You turned over to see Rafe beside you, tears in his eyes as you stared at him confused. 

A few seconds passed as you suddenly realized what you just did. You didn’t remember anything except the fact you tried to kill yourself as tears started spilling down your face, you started crying ceaselessly.

You both become a sobbing mess of tears as he cradles you against him, kissing you softly in the head. Holding you so tightly in his arms as if he’s afraid you’re gonna leave him again.

“I’m sorry..” his voice cracks with tears as he speaks 

You kept crying because this is hurting you as much as it’s hurting him, you want to let go knowing what he did, but you just can’t. You let him hold you as tightly as possible.

“I'm sorry.. i love you, please don’t leave me” he’s kissing your head over and over again, tears spilling down his face as you sobbed quietly on his chest.

You both stayed like that for a while, until the sound of sirens outside brought you back to reality. “it’s alright, i’m here.” He squeezed your hand reassuring you it’s all gonna be okay. 

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drew starkey short films

The Radical Notion of Gene Mutation

Extended Stay

The Love Note

The Family Portrait

13 Going In Blind

Bounds

VIRGO (ft. Rudy Pankow and Elaine Siemek)

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Please Don’t Leave Me

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Use of hard drugs (heroin), mentions of overdose, swearing

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Based on the song Hold On by Chord Overstreet. You and Rafe get into an argument, which leads to you relapsing and overdosing. Rafe finds you on the bathroom floor and can’t contain himself.

Rafe ran through Topper’s house, pushing his way past party guests, some of whom were making their exit, others who were just getting started. 

He finally found Topper, sitting on the deck with some bleach blonde touron on his lap. “Have you seen Y/N?” Rafe asked. 

Topper shook his head. “Sorry man.”

“Shit,” Rafe cursed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Why? What happened?”

“We sort of got into a fight and I don’t know where she stormed off to.”

“I’m sure she’ll turn up,” Topper assured. His attention has shifted back to the blonde and Rafe knew very well that their conversation was over.

He stumbled back inside, eyes darting around for any sign of you. 

His mind wandered back to the fight. Rafe was selling again, not doing but he was dealing. You didn’t know that though, and when you had caught him with the bag of cocaine in his hands you were furious, and rightfully so. The only reason Rafe had quit the heavy drugs was for you. He wanted to get better because of you.

“Kaci!” Rafe yelled, catching sight of one of your best friends. “Hey! Hey,” he breathed heavily. “Have you seen Y/N anywhere?”

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