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Hello my lovelies! 🥹

I’m so sorry i completely fell off the face of the earth, my life has been so amazingly crazy and I wanted to focus more on my school. It’s been so nice to check back in and see all the love and support you guys continue to give my page. I deeply appreciate it, I love you guys 💕

This is just me checking-in…

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THISSSS, this would be HILARIOUSSSS for rafe x reader

I apologize for the wait but I hope you like it 🫶

Don’t Wipe It

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warm evening light drifted lazily through the windows of Tanneyhill lighting up the living room they were in. A movie played softly in the background, more background noise than entertainment, because the real distraction sat curled up in Rafe’s lap. She was nestled comfortably against him, her legs draped over his, one hand steadying the bowl of ice cream she had claimed from the kitchen.

Rafe’s arm rested loosely around her waist, his thumb brushing along the hem of her shirt, like he wasn’t even aware of the absentminded gesture. He was watching her far more than the screen, gaze drawn to the way she hummed to herself between bites of chocolate ice cream, eyes soft and lashes fluttering when she savored each spoonful.

“Gonna share that with me, baby?” His tone was casual, low, but it had that familiar edge—half teasing, half serious.

She turned her head just slightly, lips twitching into a small smile. “Maybe.”

His brows rose, expectant. Rafe wasn’t used to waiting for things, especially not something as simple as ice cream. Still, he let her take her time. Her hand dipped the spoon into the bowl again, scooping a small amount, and when she finally turned to offer it to him, there was something mischievous about the way her eyes shone.

He leaned forward, lips parting slightly, but right after he ate the bite, she quickly reached for the napkin she had tucked under the bowl and wiped the spoon clean before sinking it back into the ice cream.

Rafe blinked. “Did you just…” His voice trailed off, disbelief flickering into amusement.

“What?” She looked innocent, far too innocent.

His mouth curved into the faintest smirk, but he let it go— for now. He didn’t say anything else, watching her closely instead. When she scooped another bite, this time for herself, he noticed she didn’t bother with the napkin. She popped it right into her mouth, eyes closing in contentment.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. He wasn’t imagining things.

“Give me another one.” His words were more of a command than a request, though his tone stayed playful.

Obliging, she scooped up some more and leaned toward him again. Rafe leaned in, lips brushing the spoon as he tasted the sweet coldness. He was just about to make a comment, but sure enough, before the spoon could return to the bowl, she swiped it with the napkin again.

This time, he caught her wrist halfway through the motion.

“You’re wiping it off,” he said flatly, though there was no hiding the amusement tugging at his mouth.

“No, I’m not.” She blinked at him, voice sweet as sugar.

Rafe arched a brow. “You think I don’t see you? First time I let it slide. Second time, now I know.” His grip on her wrist was firm, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep her from moving. The napkin crumpled a little under the pressure of his hand.

She wriggled slightly in his lap, laughing softly. “It’s just… a habit.”

“A habit?” Rafe leaned closer, his face just inches from hers now. The weight of his stare made her breath hitch, though there was warmth in his eyes, not annoyance. “So you only have that habit with me, huh? ’Cause you didn’t wipe it when you took a bite.”

Her cheeks warmed, and she bit back a smile. “That’s different.”

“Different how?” His thumb pressed lightly against her wrist, still pinning her hand and napkin in place.

She tried not to laugh, but it bubbled out anyway. “I don’t know. Germs?”

Rafe tilted his head, smirk deepening. “Sweetheart, we kiss. Fuck we makeout. Think we’re past the germs thing.”

The reminder sent her heart racing, but she tried to stay in her little game. “Maybe I just don’t want you contaminating the whole bowl.”

“Contaminating?” He repeated the word with mock offense. “That’s what we’re calling it now, baby?”

His free hand slid up her side, fingers curling around her waist to hold her steady in his lap. She wriggled again, not really trying to escape, just testing how much he’d let her move. He didn’t budge.

“Rafe—”

“Nope,” he cut her off, tightening his hold on her wrist. “You’re not wiping it again. You’re gonna take a bite, and then I’m gonna take a bite, and you’re gonna deal with it.”

The sternness in his voice didn’t match the sparkle in his eyes. He was enjoying this, her playful defiance, the rare streak of sass from the girl who was usually so sweet and soft-spoken.

Her lips curved into a tiny pout, but she relented, dipping the spoon into the melting ice cream and bringing it to her mouth. Rafe watched closely as she took her bite, his gaze locked onto her lips in a way that made her squirm with shyness. Before she could reach for the napkin again, he guided her hand back to the bowl, nodding.

“Good girl.”

The praise made heat bloom in her chest, and she quickly scooped another spoonful, this time raising it toward him. His hand stayed on hers, steadying it as he leaned forward and took the bite directly from the spoon. He let out a satisfied hum afterward, licking a stray bit of chocolate from the corner of his mouth.

“See? Not so bad.”

Her smile broke through despite herself. “I was just trying to be polite.”

“That’s not polite,” Rafe countered. “That’s fuckin’ mean. I’m sitting here, letting you eat in my lap, and you’re pulling pranks on me?”

Her laugh was soft, guilty but still lighthearted. “It was funny.”

“Yeah? You think you’re funny?” He shifted his grip, pulling the napkin from her hand entirely and tossing it onto the coffee table without looking. “We’ll see how funny you think it is when I don’t let you go for the rest of the night.”

Her breath caught at that, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she settled more comfortably against him, leaning her head into the crook of his shoulder. His chest rose and fell beneath her cheek, steady and grounding.

For a while, they stayed like that —her feeding him occasional spoonfuls, his hand never straying far from hers, ensuring she didn’t sneak another wipe. Every time their eyes met, his smirk softened into something gentler, and her giggles melted into quiet contentment.

Rafe pressed a kiss to her temple at one point, murmuring, “Don’t ever try to pull one over on me again.”

She tilted her head up, smiling sweetly. “But then you’d miss my jokes.”

His laugh was low, muffled against her hair as he tightened his arms around her. “Shit, guess I would.”

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pure fluff of rafe getting baby fever please!

Imagine the Day

Rafe Cameron x Reader

It was late evening and the sky over Figure Eight was brushed with streaks of pink and orange, fading into a soft blue violet as the sun slipped further below the horizon. The ride back from her parents’ house was quiet at first, filled only with the hum of the car and the occasional whisper of the wind through the half-open windows. She sat sideways in the passenger seat, legs curled up, the bottom of her dress brushing against her knees as she tucked herself comfortably into her corner.

Rafe’s hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, knuckles relaxed, his profile cast in the fading light. There was something uncharacteristically calm about him tonight, something softer. His jaw wasn’t set like it usually was when he drove; instead, he looked almost distracted, though not in a dangerous way. His eyes kept flicking between the road ahead and the memory of what had just unfolded at her family’s house.

Her little brother had climbed onto his lap with no hesitation earlier, tugging at Rafe’s shirt with sticky fingers, babbling about dinosaurs and Lego sets. Her baby sister had followed soon after, demanding piggyback rides around the backyard until Rafe was out of breath but grinning like he hadn’t minded a second of it. She had stood back for most of it, watching quietly, the image of him with her siblings pressed into her chest like a secret she wasn’t sure she wanted to let go of.

Now, as the car rolled along the familiar roads back to Tanneyhill, she felt the quiet stretch and grow between them. Rafe’s thumb tapped against the steering wheel once, then again. He finally broke it.

“They like me.”

It wasn’t a question, though his tone carried the smallest hint of wonder, like it still surprised him.

“They do,” she said softly, her lips curving into a smile as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I think my brother forgot you aren’t actually his new best friend.”

Rafe chuckled under his breath, shaking his head, but he didn’t argue. He let a few more seconds pass before he spoke again, this time quieter, almost careful.

“You’re good with them,” she said after a beat, nudging the conversation gently.

His eyes flicked toward her briefly, catching her smile before darting back to the road. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, resting her cheek against the seat. “They adore you. I mean, they don’t just warm up to people like that.”

He hummed, like he was processing her words, but she could see the way his jaw shifted, a tell that something else was stirring in him. She watched him carefully, her chest tightening when she noticed the rare softness pulling at his features.

Rafe wasn’t quiet because he had nothing to say. He was quiet because he was thinking.

“You ever think about it?” he asked suddenly, his voice low but steady.

She tilted her head slightly. “About what?”

He kept his eyes forward, grip tightening just slightly on the wheel. “Kids.”

The word lingered in the air between them, heavier than she expected but not unwelcome. Her heart fluttered, caught off guard, but she managed to swallow past the warmth rising in her throat. “Sometimes,” she admitted honestly.

“Me too.” His voice was firmer this time, like he needed her to know it wasn’t just a passing thought. “I mean… not right now, obviously. But one day.”

Her lips parted, though she didn’t know what to say at first. There was something so unlike him in the way he was speaking —unlike the brash, mostly cocky Rafe Cameron the world thought they knew. This was the version of him she had only gotten glimpses of, the one who let his guard slip when it was just the two of them.

“What makes you bring it up?” she asked gently, curiosity laced in her tone.

Rafe exhaled through his nose, a small, almost self-deprecating laugh leaving him. “I don’t know. Just—your brother climbing all over me like that, your sister looking at me like I hung the moon…” He trailed off, his mouth twitching into the faintest smile. “Made me think about it. What it’d be like if they were ours.”

Her chest squeezed at the quiet honesty in his voice. She shifted closer, her knee brushing his arm lightly, grounding him.

“And?” she pressed softly.

“And I think I’d be good at it,” he said, not cocky, not proud—just honest. “Better than people think I’d be.”

She reached across, her hand resting over his on the console. His fingers curled instinctively around hers, thumb brushing over her knuckles.

“I think you’d be amazing,” she almostwhispered, and she meant it. She had just seen it with her own eyes —the gentleness he showed when her sister tugged too hard at his hair, the patience he had when her brother demanded to be chased around the yard for the fifth time. That wasn’t the side of Rafe people got to see, but it was the side she knew.

His chest lifted on a slow breath, his gaze flicking to her again, longer this time. “You’d be even better.”

Her cheeks flushed, though her smile didn’t falter. The warmth in his tone was something she wanted to bottle and keep forever.

He looked back at the road, but his grip on her hand tightened. “I want that with you,” he admitted. “A family. The whole thing. Not just because it looks good on paper or makes sense, but… because it’s with you.”

Butterflies swarmed her stomach at his words, her throat tightening with something unshakable. She stared at him, studying the hard lines of his face softened by the confession, the vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone else to see.

“You’re serious,” she said, not because she doubted him, but because she needed to hear him say it again.

“Dead serious,” Rafe replied, glancing at her with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, though it didn’t hide the sincerity in his eyes. “I can picture it— coming home and the kids running to the door, you looking at me like I actually did something right.”

Her laughter bubbled out, soft and genuine, filling the small space of the car. “You’re already doing things right.”

His smirk softened into a smile, rare and unguarded. “Not enough. But with you, it feels like I could.”

The air between them shifted, warmer, fuller, like the possibility of everything he was saying stretched out ahead of them. She squeezed his hand, letting her thumb trace over his skin, steady and sure.

“You’ll be a great dad one day, Rafe,” she said, her voice filled with certainty.

He swallowed hard, his jaw flexing once before he let out a breath that sounded almost relieved. “Yeah. As long as it’s with you.”

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I’m glad I found your blog because if I didn’t I would probably remain the same and not move forward, love lots sunn<<3

I’m so glad you found me too🥹🥹 I live for our little chats 🫶

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Request for: (while having sex) the bed breaks and the aftermath of Rafe fixing it and refusing to let reader do anything cause she’s “already done enough” and she just watches him 😭

Breakin’ in the Bed

Rafe Cameron x Reader

The air in Rafe’s bedroom felt heavy, thick with heat and the faint hum of the ceiling fan overhead. His sheets were tangled around their legs, evidence of how long they’d been lost in each other. Her breath hitched against his lips as his hands moved along her body like he knew every inch of her by heart —because by now, he did.

It wasn’t rushed, not like the first few times when everything burned too fast to think. Tonight was different. It was slow, deep, deliberate— like he had something to prove, like every movement had to remind her that she was his.

Her soft little whimper had him groaning low in his chest, the sound vibrating against her mouth as he kissed her. God, he couldn’t get enough of her. The way she arched up into him, the way her fingers curled into the sheets like she needed him closer even when there was no space left between them.

“Rafe…” Her voice was a breathy plea against his lips, and that was all it took for him to lose whatever thread of patience he had left.

“Yeah, baby,” he rasped, his forehead pressing to hers as his hips moved slow and deep, making her gasp as his cock went deeper within her. “I got you.”

And he did— completely. He felt her trembling under his touch, her nails pressing into his back as if to anchor herself. His hands cradled her hips like she was something fragile, something precious. His thrusts were slow and at her own pace making the whole experience way more enhanced. The contrast between his strength and how gentle he was with her made her heart squeeze.

She looked up at him through heavy lashes, and for a second, everything slowed even more. His blue eyes were blown out, but there was softness there too —something only she ever got to see. It made her chest ache in the sweetest way.

“I love you,” she whispered before she could stop herself. It tumbled out like it had been waiting there for weeks, and for a moment, she worried it was too soon, too much—

But Rafe froze only long enough to drop his lips to hers in a kiss that was more like a vow. “Say it again,” he murmured against her mouth, his voice rough.

“I—” she gasped when his hips shifted just right— “I love you.”

“Good,” he said, smirking against her lips before kissing her again, his hips continued their thrusts only faster this time, like he could seal the words between them.

Everything blurred after that— skin on skin, heat curling in her stomach, his name spilling from her lips over and over until—

Crack

The world seemed to tilt for a second, and suddenly, the bed dipped hard on one side with a groan of splintering wood.

“Oh—my God,” she squeaked, clutching onto his arms like the mattress might swallow them whole. Rafe caught himself with one arm braced on the headboard, chest heaving, as they both froze in shock.

The room went dead silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing.

And then—

She laughed.

It started as a tiny giggle, the kind she tried to hold back but couldn’t, and then it rolled into full-on laughter until tears prickled at the corners of her eyes. She clapped a hand over her mouth, but it was useless—she was shaking with it, cheeks pink and glowing.

“Oh my God—Rafe—” she managed between laughs, her voice muffled against her hand. “We—we broke your bed.”

Rafe just stared at her for a second, like he couldn’t believe this was happening, and then the corner of his mouth tugged up into that smug, lazy smirk that made her stomach flip every single time.

“You think that’s funny?” he drawled, still catching his breath, eyes raking over her flushed face, her messy hair, the way her naked body was almost glistening with sweat. God, she was the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen.

“Yes,” she said through another giggle, her body trembling under him as she tried to calm down. “We—oh my God—we actually—”

He cut her off with a kiss, soft and sweet this time, his lips brushing over her mouth like he couldn’t stop touching her even for a second. Her laughter melted into a breathy sigh against his lips, and when he finally pulled back, he was grinning.

“Not my fault,” he murmured against her skin as he peppered kisses along her jaw, her cheeks, her nose— everywhere he could reach. “You’re the one who told me not to hold back.”

She hid her face in her hands, still laughing softly, and he just smirked, pressing one last kiss to her temple before pulling away.

The bed groaned again under his weight as he sat back, and she squeaked, grabbing his arm. “Don’t move! You’re gonna make it worse!”

Rafe chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair as he climbed off the bed like it was nothing. “It’s already broken, baby.”

She sat up carefully, grabbing her clothes from the floor before hugging her knees to her chest as she watched him pull on a pair of gray sweatpants on the couch across the room. Her sleep shirt hung loose on her frame, and when he turned back to look at her, sitting there all soft and pink-cheeked with her hair a mess, something in his chest tightened.

“Stay right there,” he said firmly, pointing at her like she might argue.

“What? I can help—”

“Nope,” he cut her off, already crouching down to inspect the damage with that determined set to his jaw. “You’ve done enough tonight.”

Her cheeks burned at the implication, and she buried her face in her knees with a little groan. “You’re mean.”

“Mm-hm,” he hummed, smirking as he shoved the frame back into place with his bare hands like it was nothing. She could hear the wood scraping against the floor, the low grunts of effort that made her bite back a smile.

So she just sat there, legs crossed, watching him work like it was the most entertaining thing she’d ever seen. Her little pajama-clad figure on the edge of the mattress, hands tucked under her chin, eyes soft and full of something Rafe wasn’t sure he deserved but couldn’t stop craving.

He glanced up at her after a minute, catching the way she was looking at him, and his smirk softened into something else. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly, but her smile gave her away.

He shook his head, chuckling as he tightened the last screw. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

“Me? You’re the one who broke the bed,” she teased, and he shot her a look over his shoulder that made her laugh all over again.

“Pretty sure we both know how that happened,” he said, standing up and dusting his hands off. “Bed’s fixed.”

She tilted her head, eyes dancing. “You sure? Or should I, like, not sit on it?”

He smirked, walking back toward her with that lazy confidence that always made her heart race. “Oh, you’re sitting on it. Just not the way you think.”

Her face went hot, and he laughed, leaning down to kiss her forehead before pulling her against his chest.

“C’mere,” he murmured, tucking her under his chin like she belonged there—which, honestly, she did.

And just like that, the night went quiet again, except for the sound of his heartbeat under her ear and the occasional soft laugh that bubbled out of her when she remembered the crash.

Rafe didn’t mind. Not even a little.

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Hey lovelies!!

I want to thank you guys for all the love and support on my posts, as well as sending in requests! I really do appreciate it.

However I do ask that if you send in a request please only send it once. This helps me filter and sort which requests come first and what order to do them in. I’m trying my very hardest to get through requests so please bear with me!

I will also be closing my requests for now while I attempt to complete all the ones I have gotten. If you have an idea please write it down but try not to send it to my inbox so I can clear it out!! My inbox will still be open to chats though 💌

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What already that long?? 🥹🥹 it feels like yesterday… okay crying now 💗

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Trying to surprise Rafe with his favorite takeout or planning a surprise with his boys so you sneak out but Rafe is clingy and follows you around outside or to the other room “so what are WE waiting for outside?” “who are WE are texting”

‘Spoiling’ Rafe Cameron

Rafe Cameron x Reader

It was supposed to be a simple surprise. Something thoughtful, something that would make Rafe’s face light up in that rare, boyish way that made her heart flutter every single time.

Rafe’s truck meant everything to him —it was practically his baby—and she knew he’d been talking about getting custom leather seat covers and a new steering wheel cover for weeks. Topper had mentioned knowing a guy who could do it fast and perfectly, so she had quietly looped him in to help her set everything up.

The problem? Rafe Cameron was clingy.

Not in an overbearing way —well, okay, sometimes it was a little overbearing— but mostly in that sweet, possessive way where he just wanted her around. Always. If she left the room for too long, he noticed. If she was on her phone too long, he noticed. And right now, that was the exact opposite of what she needed.

The plan was to sneak out to meet Topper and finalize things before Rafe found out. But as soon as she grabbed her phone and slipped her shoes on, she felt it —his eyes on her.

“Where you goin’?” Rafe’s voice was lazy but curious, drifting from where he was sprawled on the couch.

Her hand froze on the doorknob. Crap.

“Oh, um…” she faked a casual tone, glancing over her shoulder with a smile that was way too tight. “Just…outside for a sec. Fresh air.”

Rafe squinted, clearly unconvinced, and pushed himself up to sit. That white shirt clung to him like a second skin, his tan arms flexing as he rested them on his knees.

“Fresh air, huh?” He stood up slowly, a mischievous glint sparking in those blue eyes. “Cool. Let’s get some fresh air together.”

Her stomach dropped. “No! I mean—you don’t have to. I’ll just be like, two minutes.”

He tilted his head, smirking as he crossed the room toward her. “Two minutes? Sweetheart, if it’s just air, why do you need your phone?”

Her grip on the phone tightened. Abort mission.

“Um…” she scrambled for something—anything—“because I was gonna check the weather?”

Rafe laughed under his breath she was the worst liar and they both knew it. He was now close enough that she could smell the faint trace of his cologne. He rested a hand on the doorframe, effectively caging her in without even trying.

“What are we checking the weather for?” he teased, his voice dropping into that low, amused tone that made her knees weak.

She swallowed hard, smiling nervously. “We’re… not.”

He arched a brow, clearly entertained, and reached for the knob above her hand. “Cool. So what are we waiting for outside?”

She groaned, dropping her head against his chest dramatically. “You’re impossible.”

He chuckled, his arms sliding around her waist with ease. “Nah, I’m just curious. My girl sneaks around like she’s in some spy movie, whisper-texting people, and now she’s bolting out the door? Feels like I should know what’s going on.”

His voice was playful, but there was that edge of seriousness underneath—the one that said he wasn’t used to being left out of anything, especially when it came to her.

She tipped her head back to look at him, and those blue eyes were fixed on her like she was the only thing in the world worth looking at. Her chest squeezed. God, how was she supposed to keep a secret when he looked at her like that?

“Rafe…” she started softly, brushing her fingers along his jaw. “I can’t tell you. Yet.”

His brows pulled together, and for a second she thought he was going to push again—but then he surprised her by grinning. “Yet, huh? So there’s a big reveal?”

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “Maybe.”

That only made his grin widen. “You’re killing me, you know that?” He kissed her forehead before stepping back just enough to lace their fingers together. “Come on. If we’re sneaking out, we’re doing it together.”

Her mouth fell open. “Rafe—”

“Nope. No arguments.” He squeezed her hand, already tugging her toward the door. “Let’s go see what my girlfriend’s being all secretive about.”

She panicked internally as they walked down the steps to the driveway. Topper was literally on his way. If Rafe saw him—

Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at it quickly.

Topper: “Here in 2. You got this?”

Before she could type back, Rafe leaned over her shoulder. “So who are we texting?”

She jumped, clutching the phone to her chest. “No one!”

He grinned like the devil. “No one? Not someone named Topper? Who may or may not be my best friend?” He teased with a smirk that made her even more nervous than before.

Her jaw dropped. “You—You saw that?”

“Hard not to when you practically twisted yourself into a pretzel trying to hide it.” He laughed, eyes glinting with amusement. “So now I’m really curious. What do you and Topper have going on that I’m not invited to?”

Before she could come up with a plausible lie, headlights pulled into the driveway. Topper’s truck.

“Oh my God,” she muttered under her breath.

Rafe followed her gaze, and she swore she saw his protective streak flare for a split second—until Topper climbed out holding a massive catalog and grinning.

“What’s up, lovebirds?” Topper called, completely oblivious to the tension in the air.

Rafe blinked, then looked down at her slowly. “Catalogs? Baby… are you— planning something?”

She sighed, realizing there was no way out of this. “Okay, fine! I was trying to surprise you.”

Rafe’s brow furrowed, clearly caught off guard. “Surprise me? With… what?”

She bit her lip, cheeks heating as she nodded toward the catalog in Topper’s hand. “For your truck. Seat covers, new steering wheel wrap… all the stuff you’ve been talking about. I was gonna handle it so you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

For once, Rafe was speechless. His mouth opened like he had something to say, then shut again.

“You… were doing all that? For me?” His voice was soft now, almost boyish in the way it cracked slightly at the end.

She shrugged, suddenly shy. “Yeah. I just… wanted to do something nice for you.”

Rafe stared at her for a long moment, then without warning, pulled her against his chest in the tightest hug she’d ever gotten from him. She squeaked, laughing into his shirt as his arms completely wrapped around her.

“Baby,” he murmured into her hair, “you’re fucking unreal.”

She smiled, feeling his lips brush the top of her head.

When he finally pulled back, there was this light in his eyes —soft, happy, and maybe a little in love. He cupped her face with both hands, pressing his forehead to hers.

“You don’t gotta surprise me with shit like that,” he said gently. “You just… being here is enough.”

Her heart melted into a puddle right there in the driveway.

Topper, clearly feeling like a third wheel now, awkwardly cleared his throat. “Sooo… should I just… leave this catalog here or—?”

Rafe didn’t even look at him, just smirked and kissed her right there, slow and sweet, like he couldn’t care less about anything else.

When he pulled back, he whispered against her lips, “I hope you don’t think you’re paying for this…”

She shook her head with a chuckle— Rafe would never allow that. After her gesture he grinned, already draping an arm over her shoulders and pulling her i closer into his side.

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I kinda miss being 🥹 anon (crying)

I kinda miss it too (it’s so nostalgic??)🥲🥲 the summer era was unreal…

Love knowing the real you though lovely!!

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i loved it!🥹🤍🤍 thank you so much sunn xoxoxo

YAYAYYA!!! So glad you liked it 🥹 love you 💌

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hi‚ SUNNYY! I’m on my period right now and I would like to indulge you with a silly little request tee hee. reader is on her period and feels insecure (bc hormones) and been snappy all day (me) ending to feeling guilty for treating rafe like that 🥹🥹. like always you could change things and no pressure too!

love, mari

Hiii Mari!! Welcome back, welcome back. I hope this makes you feel better anyways enjoy! 😙

Cramping My Mood

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Her day had felt long— longer than it had any right to be. The kind of day where everything grated on her nerves for no good reason. The sunlight was too bright. The air felt too sticky. And every word out of Rafe Cameron’s mouth felt like nails on a chalkboard.

He wasn’t even doing anything wrong. In fact, that was the problem. He was being… normal. His usual cocky, teaisgn self. Normally she loved it. Normally she would roll her eyes and shove his arm with a smile tugging at her lips and her heart skipping.

But not today.

Today, every time he made a joke, she bit back with something sharp. Every time he reached for her, she flinched like his touch was too much. And Rafe, to his credit, didn’t snap back. Not once. Which honestly made her feel worse.

By the time they made it back to his house, she was silently fuming at herself. Her cramps had started in full force hours ago, and her body felt like it was staging a revolt from the inside out. She wanted to curl up in a dark room with a heating pad and disappear into a pile of pillows and blankets.

Instead, she was sitting on his couch, arms crossed, scrolling mindlessly on her phone like the screen had personally offended her.

Rafe was quiet for a long time, sitting across from her, leaning back in the chair with one leg kicked out, drumming his fingers against his thigh. He studied her, his blue eyes sharp but soft at the edges in that way they only ever were with her.

Finally, he broke the silence.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on, sweet girl?” His voice wasn’t harsh. It wasn’t even annoyed, and that almost undid her completely.

She didn’t look up. Her voice was flat, almost defensive. “Nothing’s going on.”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head, one brow arching in that way that always made her feel seen—even when she didn’t want to be. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Her throat tightened. With a heavy sigh, she tossed her phone onto the cushion beside her, the thud louder than she intended. “Rafe, please. Not right now.”

He raised both hands in fake surrender, but he didn’t leave. Didn’t shift back or give her the space she thought she wanted. Instead, he stayed sat across front of her, shoulders relaxed but eyes sharp, watching her like she was some complicated puzzle he refused to give up on.

And that was the moment the guilt began to seep in, slow and suffocating.

Because here he was —calm, patient, steady—doing absolutely nothing wrong. And she’d spent the entire day being short with him, snapping at every small thing, all because her body had decided to betray her mood and make everything feel unbearable.

Her chest ached, not from the cramps that had been clawing at her since morning, but from the way his jaw flexed ever so slightly, like he was biting back the urge to push.

Rafe Cameron was never a man known for patience. Not with his dad. Not with his friends. Not with anyone, really. But with her? He was different. Always different.

And she hated herself for taking advantage of that without meaning to.

“I’m…” Her voice cracked, forcing her to swallow hard. Her gaze fell to her lap, shame curling in her stomach. “I’m sorry.”

That pulled his attention like a magnet. His brows furrowed, the hard edges of his expression softening into something almost tender. “For what?”

She hugged her knees to her chest, ignoring the sharp pull in her abdomen as she folded in on herself. “For being like this all day. Snappy. I know I’ve been… awful.”

“You haven’t been awful,” he said immediately —without hesitation, like the very idea of her believing that was something he couldn’t allow.

“Yes, I have.” Her throat burned. “You didn’t do anything wrong, and I’ve just been… mean. And you didn’t deserve that.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then she felt the couch dip beside her, and before she could blink, his arm was sliding around her shoulders, pulling her gently into his chest.

“You having a bad day doesn’t make you mean,” he murmured against her hair. “It makes you, you.” He said simply as if it didn’t melt her heart.

Her eyes stung. She hated how easily he could undo her defenses like that.

“It’s not just a bad day,” she admitted, voice muffled against his shirt. “It’s… my period. And I feel gross and everything hurts, and I hate it, and—”

“You should’ve said something.” He didn’t sound frustrated. He sounded… soft. Almost concerned.

“I didn’t want to make it a big deal.”

“Baby…” He tilted her chin so she’d look at him, his thumb brushing along her jaw with a tenderness that made her chest ache even more. “You think I care about that? You think I wouldn’t wanna know when you’re hurting?”

Her bottom lip trembled, and he caught it with his thumb before she could bite it.

“You’ve been holding it in all day,” he said quietly. “No wonder you were snappy.”

She let out a weak laugh. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that.” He kissed the top of her head, slow and deliberate, his lips lingering like he wanted her to feel every ounce of reassurance. “You don’t have to apologize for feeling like crap.”

She melted against him then, the fight draining from her muscles as he pulled her closer, practically into his lap. His hands were warm against her back, grounding and steady in a way she didn’t realize she needed until now.

“You cold?” he asked after a moment, his chin resting on top of her head.

“A little.”

“Stay here.” He kissed her hair again before standing, and for the first time all day, she felt a flicker of calm.

When he came back, he had one of his hoodies in one hand and a soft gray blanket in the other. Without a word, he slipped the hoodie over her head, guiding her arms through like she was fragile. Then he wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and tucked it in at the sides, like he was building a cocoon just for her.

She could’ve cried right then.

“Better?” he asked, settling back beside her and pulling her into his side again.

She nodded, sniffling a little. “Yeah.”

“Good.” His fingers traced lazy circles against her arm. “You eat today?”

“A little.”

He gave her a look. “What does ‘a little’ mean?”

She shrugged, not meeting his eyes.

“Alright.” He stood again, and she groaned at the loss of warmth. “Where are you going?”

“Kitchen.” He glanced over his shoulder with a smirk that didn’t quite hide the concern in his eyes. “Pretty sure ice cream fixes fucking everything.”

She laughed softly, the sound breaking some of the heaviness in the room.

By the time he came back with a pint of her favorite flavor and two spoons, her cramps had eased just a little— not because they were gone, but because he was here. Because Rafe Cameron, the boy everyone swore was trouble, was sitting on the couch watching her eat bites of ice cream and kissing the corner of her mouth when she smiled.

And when she leaned into him, letting her head rest on his shoulder, he pressed his lips to her temple and whispered, “You don’t ever have to hide from me, okay?”

She nodded, the weight in her chest finally lifting.

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It’s my birthday on Friday plz plz plz Rafe w R on her bday!!!!

Hope you have an amazing birthday lovely! Consider this an early birthday present 😉

Birthday Wishes

Rafe Cameron x Reader

She was curled under the covers, cheek pressed into the pillow, dead asleep in her dark room when her phone buzzed against the nightstand.

The vibration startled her, pulling her from the depths of a heavy, dream-filled sleep. She groaned softly, face still buried in her pillow, reaching blindly toward the nightstand until her fingers wrapped around the buzzing phone. Without even opening her eyes, she swiped the screen and pressed it to her ear.

“Hello?” Her voice was raspy, still thick with sleep, barely above a whisper.

What came next sent a warm ripple of recognition through her half-conscious haze—a low chuckle, smooth and familiar.

“Baby,” Rafe’s voice teased through the speaker, that easy drawl laced with amusement. “Did I wake you up?”

Her brows knit together as she cracked her eyes open, squinting at the glowing screen in the darkness. Sure enough— Rafe Cameron. She let out a quiet sigh and rolled onto her back, pressing the phone closer to her ear as the fog of sleep began to lift.

“It’s…” She turned her head toward the nightstand, blinking at the harsh red glow of her alarm clock. “…midnight, Rafe.”

“I know.” There was a smile in his voice—she could hear it, feel it. “Happy birthday, sweet girl.”

Her breath hitched slightly, her heart skipping like it always did when he said things like that. Her birthday. It was officially today. The thought pushed a little burst of warmth through her chest, chasing away the last traces of drowsiness.

“Thank you,” she murmured, a little shy despite six months of being his. Her fingers toyed with the edge of her blanket as she added softly, “But you didn’t have to call so late, I know you have work in the—“

“I’m outside.”

That made her sit up instantly, heart leaping into her throat. “What?”

“I’m outside your house.” His voice carried that low, teasing lilt, like he was letting her in on the best kind of secret. A quiet chuckle followed, warm and smug. “Come open the door.”

For a long moment, she just stared into the dark, trying to process if this was real or some lingering fragment of a dream. Her pulse thrummed against her ribs as the words sank in. Then, before she could overthink, she flung the blanket aside and scrambled out of bed, still clutching the phone to her ear.

“You’re insane,” she whispered, a breathless laugh slipping out as her lips curved into a smile. Her fuzzy socks slid against the hardwood, making her tiptoe almost comical as she hurried toward the door. “What if my parents—”

“They’re asleep, yeah? You’ll be fine.” His tone was maddeningly calm, that quiet confidence he always carried wrapping around her like a blanket. “Come on, birthday girl. It’s cold out here.”

Her heart was hammering so hard it almost drowned out his voice. She reached the front door, pausing just long enough to suck in a shaky breath before sliding the lock. The metal clicked loudly in the silence, and then the hinges gave a soft creak as she pulled it open.

And there he was.

Her Rafe, leaning casually on her porch at midnight, hoodie and gray sweats hanging perfectly on him like he’d stepped out of a dream. His hair was a little messy, like he’d driven here without thinking twice, and the faint pink on his cheeks betrayed the bite of the cool night air.

And resting in his hands was a white bakery box balancing delicately on top of a couple of gift bags, like he’d planned this all out.

But it wasn’t the cake or the bags that made her breath catch —it was the way he was smiling at her. That easy, heart-stopping grin that made her knees weak every single time.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he murmured, stepping past the threshold as soon as she moved aside. The moment he brushed past her, his cologne— warm, clean, and unmistakably him— wrapped around her like a second skin.

She closed the door quickly, spinning back toward him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Rafe…” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “What—?”

“I told you,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s your birthday. Had to be the first one to tell you.”

He set the cake and the bags down on the hallway table, then straightened to look at her again. His eyes— those striking, sea-glass blue eyes— swept over her slowly, taking in the oversized t-shirt hanging off one shoulder, her messy hair sticking up in every direction, the pink flush still blooming across her cheeks.

The corner of his mouth tugged up into that wicked little smirk that always undid her. “You’re cute when you’re half-asleep, by the way.”

She groaned, covering her face with both hands, heat crawling up her neck. “I just woke up.”

“No,” he countered immediately, pulling her hands away so he could see her properly. “You look like my girl who just woke up because her boyfriend showed up at midnight with cake. Pretty damn cute if you ask me.”

That made her cheeks warm, and before she could respond, he dipped down and kissed her— slow and soft, lips lingering on hers just long enough to make her forget she was even tired. When he pulled back, she was wide awake, heart racing.

“Better?” he teased.

She just shook her head with a tiny smile. “Come on,” she whispered, grabbing his hand and leading him quietly upstairs to her room.

⸻

Her room was dim except for the soft glow of the lamps on her side tables which she had just turned on. Rafe set the gifts and the cake on her desk, glancing around like he always did when he came over—comfortable, but still looking like this was his favorite place to be.

She sat on the edge of her bed, pulling her knees up as she watched him open the cake box.

“You really didn’t have to do this,” she said softly, though her voice held that hint of awe she couldn’t hide.

“Yeah, I did.” He pulled out a single candle from his hoodie pocket with a smirk. “I’d be a shitty boyfriend if I didn’t.”

Her chest felt warm at that, and she laughed quietly as he stuck the candle into the little frosted cake and lit it with a lighter he dug out from the other pocket. The small flame flickered gently in the low light, casting a soft glow on his face.

He carried the cake over and sat beside her, holding it out carefully. “Make a wish, birthday girl.”

She looked at him for a second— really looked at him, at the way his eyes were on her like nothing else mattered, at the little smile tugging at his lips—and her heart felt so full she almost couldn’t breathe.

Closing her eyes, she made her wish, then blew out the candle. Rafe grinned and set the cake aside, leaning in to kiss her temple this time. “Happy birthday, baby.”

When she opened her eyes again, he was already reaching for the first gift bag. “Okay, presents time.”

“Rafe…” she started to protest again, but he cut her off with that look— the one that said don’t argue with me on this.

The first gift she pulled from the bag was soft, and when she unfolded it, her breath caught. It wasn’t just any hoodie, it was almost identical to his favorite one. Same shade of gray, same oversized fit, same cozy thickness. Only this one wasn’t his. It was hers. And stitched into the sleeve, small and subtle, were their initials side by side.

Her fingers skimmed over the embroidery, tracing the letters like they were something precious. She glanced up at him, eyes wide, and found him leaning back against the small sofa in her room, smirking like he’d been waiting for this exact reaction.

“This one’s officially yours,” he said, voice low and sure. “No giving it back this time.”

She swallowed hard, hugging the hoodie to her chest like it was something sacred. The fabric smelled faintly like him—clean soap, salt air, and a little cologne— and it made warmth bloom all the way to her fingertips. She tried to hide the smile tugging at her lips, but the way his eyes softened told her he saw it anyway.

The second gift was smaller, tucked into a little velvet pouch. She opened it carefully and the thin gold bracelet slid into her palm. A delicate chain, gleaming in the soft light, with a tiny charm dangling from the center—a heart, simple and perfect. The kind of thing you wear every day because it means something.

Her throat tightened. “Rafe…”

His smirk faded instantly, his expression softening as he reached out, his knuckles brushing her jaw before he tilted her chin so she’d look at him. His thumb grazed her cheek, warm and steady. “Hey.” His voice was gentle, coaxing. “Don’t cry. It’s your birthday. You’re supposed to be happy.”

“I am happy,” she whispered, and before he could say anything else, she leaned forward and kissed him.

This kiss wasn’t like the soft, sleepy one at the door- it was slow, deep, and full of everything she didn’t have the words for. Her fingers curled into the front of his hoodie as his hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer. His other hand cradled her face like she was something fragile, something he’d never let break.

When they finally pulled apart, foreheads resting together, both of them a little breathless, his lips brushed against hers as he murmured, “Good.” His voice was rough with something that made her heart stutter. “That’s all I fuckin’ wanted.”

⸻

A little while later, they were sitting cross-legged on her bed, the white bakery box propped open between them. Two forks, one cake, and no plates— it felt easy, messy in the best way. She scooped up a bite of frosting while he told her how he’d almost dropped the whole thing climbing out of his truck because he was juggling the gift bags at the same time.

“I swear, the box was hanging by a corner,” he said, shaking his head like he was still annoyed at himself.

She laughed so hard she nearly choked on her bite, pressing a hand over her mouth as he grinned at her, smug and unbothered.

The room felt warm and safe, filled with low conversation and bursts of laughter, the kind of soft sound that only happens when two people feel completely at home with each other. Her lamp shades creating a faint golden hue over everything, making the hoodie he gave her look even cozier on her small frame. Every so often, he’d lean in without warning to brush his lips against the corner of her mouth, and every time, she’d giggle and tell him he was going to get frosting on her face.

He didn’t care. If anything, he seemed to like teasing her about it, smirking every time her cheeks flushed pink.

By the time they were down to crumbs and smears of frosting, her head had found its way onto his shoulder, his arm curling easily around her waist. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, content and heavy-lidded, while his thumb traced slow circles against her side.

“Best birthday ever?” His voice broke the quiet, low and rough like he didn’t want to disturb the peace.

“The best,” she murmured without hesitation, her voice soft against the fabric of his hoodie. After a beat, she added, barely above a whisper, “Thank you, Rafe.”

His chest rose with a quiet breath before he tilted his head down, pressing his lips to the crown of her hair in a kiss so tender it made her heart squeeze. “You never have to thank me for taking care of you,” he said, like it was the simplest truth in the world. His fingers brushed gently along her arm as he murmured, “You’re my girl. You deserve the world.”

Her eyes stung, but she smiled into his shoulder, letting them fall shut again. And as he held her tighter, tucking her against him like she belonged there she realized just how much she loves him.

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hiiii, I saw this tik tok and couldn't help but think of rafe.

I think you could write something based on it, please?

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSAdTJqCY/

xoxo, have a nice daay <33

Hope you enjoy it, sorry it took me so long to get to 🫶

The Finest Gentleman

Rafe Cameron x Reader

It was just past noon, and fo once, the Outer Banks wasn’t drenched in its usual sticky heat. A soft breeze drifted through the streets, carrying the faint scent of saltwater and blooming wildflowers, making the day feel almost idyllic.

Rafe and her had just wrapped up their weekly coffee date at her favorite little café tucked between two beachside boutiques. The place was cozy and familiar, with chipped white tables and mismatched chairs, and Rafe had sat across from her the whole time with that lazy grin, sipping his black coffee while pretending not to watch her add three extra pumps of vanilla into her latte.

Now, they were heading back to his brown truck parked just outside on the sun-warmed pavement. Rafe stepped ahead of her and, like always, held the door open as they exited the shop. She brushed past him, the soft chime of the bell above the door following them out into the bright afternoon light.

As her sandals clicked against the pavement, an idea flickered in her mind— a mischievous little thought that curled her lips into a secret smile. Glancing back over her shoulder, she noticed Rafe had fallen behind, his attention glued to his phone. His brows were drawn together in that deep crease she’d come to recognize whenever something serious had his attention. He was distracted—completely unaware. Perfect, she thought.

Her pulse picked up as she quickened her pace toward the passenger side of his truck. The sunlight glinted off the brown paint, warm to the touch when her fingers curled around the door handle. She cast another glance back— Rafe was still scrolling, oblivious. Holding back a laugh, she slowly, carefully pulled the handle until the latch clicked and the heavy door swung open with a soft creak.

The sound was just loud enough to snap him out of whatever held his attention. His head jerked up instantly, his sharp blue eyes locking on her mid-climb.

“What the fuck—” His voice cut through the breeze, rough with disbelief, and he was already moving, long strides eating up the distance as she scrambled to throw a leg up onto the seat.

A laugh bubbled from her chest as adrenaline surged. For a split second, she thought she might actually pull it off. But Rafe was faster—always faster. In two steps, he was on her, those big, calloused hands clamping around her waist like iron.

“Not so fast, sweet girl,” he drawled, lifting her clean off the ground like she weighed nothing more than a beach towel. Her giggles burst into a squeal as her feet kicked helplessly in the air.

“Rafe! Put me down!” she protested, twisting in his grip, her hands batting at his chest even though she was laughing too hard to sound convincing. “You weren’t even paying attention!”

“Doesn’t matter,” he murmured, voice low and amused as his arm hooked under her thighs. His other hand slid instinctively to cover the hem of her sundress, shielding her from flashing the few people walking by. “You know the rules— you don’t touch the handle.”

She huffed, cheeks warm, even as he looked up at her, that infuriatingly smug glint lighting up his blue eyes.

Rafe carried her a few steps away from the truck before finally setting her down, though his hands didn’t budge from her hips. His grip was warm and firm, thumbs grazing the thin fabric of her sundress like he couldn’t quite let go. She tilted her head back to look at him, eyes bright with mischief and that sweet, innocent smile that always knocked the air out of his lungs.

For a moment, his usual sharp expression softened, the tension in his jaw loosening as he shook his head slowly. A quiet laugh escaped his lips before his voice dropped low, almost reverent.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” he murmured, the words spilling out like he couldn’t stop them even if he tried.

Before she could respond, he dipped down, his breath brushing warm against her skin as he pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of her neck. Her pulse jumped beneath his lips, and then he pulled back just enough to brush a quick, soft peck over her mouth. It was sweet and fleeting, but it left her dizzy anyway.

She chuckled, cheeks glowing pink as she whispered back, “Thank you… you’re pretty too.”

That earned her an eye roll and a short huff of laughter. “You’re killing me, baby,” he muttered, shaking his head like he didn’t know what to do with her.

Without another word, he laced his fingers through hers, the contrast of his rough palms against her smaller hand sending a little thrill through her. He led her back to the truck, the easy swing of his long strides pulling her along until they reached the passenger side again. This time, Rafe opened the door for her himself, shooting her a look that said, don’t even think about trying that again.

But his hand didn’t let go of hers, not even for a second. He kept their fingers locked together as she gripped the edge of the seat, and when she hoisted herself up, he steadied her with his free hand pressed gently against her thigh.

She settled into the tall leather seat with a dramatic sigh, flopping back and mumbling under her breath, “That was fun.”

Rafe only smirked, shutting the door behind her and circling around the hood, but the amused glint in his eyes said he’d heard every word.

“What am I gonna do with that girl…” he muttered under his breath, the words carrying a hint of exasperation, but the crooked smile tugging at his lips gave him away. There wasn’t an ounce of real frustration in him— just pure, helpless affection.

He rounded the hood of the truck and gripped the handle, pulling his door open with an easy swing. The moment he looked across the cab, his chest tightened.

She was sitting there in the passenger seat, turned slightly toward him, her lips curved into the biggest smile he’d ever seen.

And in that second, Rafe swore he’d never felt anything like this before. Not adrenaline, not the rush of winning, not even the highs he used to chase. Nothing came close to the way his heart thudded at the sight of her smiling at him like that—as if he was something good.

He slid into the driver’s seat, still staring for a beat too long, and all he could think was how dangerous it felt to love someone this much… and how he never wanted to stop.

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I rlly rlly hate cramps

Me too 🥲 mine starts soon and I don’t even wanna think about it :(

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Okay who’s ready for the fall fic season 🤭🤭

If you can’t tell I’m super excited :)

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Guys I promise I’m working on requests… I’m so sorry they are taking so long 🥲

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Heyy… so let’s try this again. I did in fact accidentally post this a day early when it wasn’t even finished!

Hidden in Plain Sight

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summer nights on Figure Eight always carried a certain kind of energy— a mix of salt air and trouble waiting to happen. For Rafe Cameron, that energy used to mean chaos: drunken nights, fights that left bruised knuckles, and a reputation that felt like a tattoo he couldn't scrub off no matter how many showers he took.

But lately, things were different. Or rather, she was making them different.

She sat across from him now at the long dining table in Tannyhill's sunroom, the evening light slanting through glass windows, catching in her hair. She laughed at something Wheezie said—a soft, polite laugh that wasn't forced-and Rafe's chest tightened in a way he wasn't used to.

He'd been with girls before. Plenty, if he was honest. But none of them made him feel like this.

None of them made him want to slow down.

Not until her.

They weren't official to anyone else. Not yet. His friends didn't know, and neither did Ward. It wasn't because he was ashamed - hell no. If anything, he wanted to scream it from the rooftops. But he knew how fast the island talked. The last thing he wanted was for gossip to ruin the one good thing he had going.

So for now. it was their secret

Rafe rested his arm on the table, fingers drumming idly as Rose made some comment about the upcoming fundraiser. He wasn't listening-couldn't, really-because his eyes kept straying to the girl sitting beside Wheezie, carefully cutting her chicken and nodding like she actually cared about Rose's plans for centerpieces.

She felt his gaze before she looked up. He knew because her lips curved into a small, shy smile, the kind that made his stomach do that annoying flip thing. She didn't hold eye contact long—she never did when other people were around —but it was enough to make him smirk.

God, she was beautiful.

"Rafe," Ward's voice cut through his thoughts, and he blinked, straightening in his chair.

"Yeah?"

"I said, you'll be handling the boats for the event, right?" Ward's tone carried that unspoken warning it always did these days —don't screw this up.

"Yeah. I got it." His voice was casual, maybe too casual, but Ward didn't press.

The conversation moved on. Rafe leaned back, letting out a slow breath. He hated how tense dinner always felt now, like every word was another test. The only thing keeping him grounded was her—her soft presence, her quiet warmth.

When dinner finally ended and Rose disappeared into the kitchen, Wheezie bounded upstairs with a mumbled goodnight, leaving him alone with her in the quiet hum of the house.

She lingered by the table, running her fingers along the wood grain. "Thanks for inviting us," she said softly, glancing at him.

He shrugged, sliding his hands into his pockets to keep from reaching for her like he wanted and was now use to. "Wasn't my idea. My dad likes your family."

Her lips twitched like she was fighting a smile.

"Still. It was nice."

Rafe tilted his head, studying her. "You think dinner at Tannyhill's nice? Most people find it... intimidating."

"I guess I'm not most people," she said, and there it was— that hint of sass that always caught him off guard.

It made him grin. "Guess not."

They stood there for a beat, the silence stretching, thick with everything unspoken. His hands itched to close the distance, to pull her in, to kiss her like he'd been wanting to all through dinner. And he almost did, but the sound of footsteps overhead made him pause.

"Walk you out?" he asked instead, voice low.

She nodded.

Outside, the night air was warm, cicadas humming in the trees. Her car was parked in the long driveway, and he walked her to it slowly, like if he dragged out the steps, he could make the night last longer.

When they reached the car, she turned to him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks again," she said, that same shy smile playing on her lips.

Rafe stepped closer, close enough that he could smell her perfume-soft, sweet, like vanilla and summer rain. "You thank me one more time, I'm gonna start thinking you don't wanna see me again."

Her cheeks flushed. "That's not-"

He cut her off by brushing his knuckles against her jaw, tilting her face up just slightly. "Good," he murmured. "Cause I was hoping this wasn't the last time."

She swallowed hard, her eyes wide and bright in the moonlight. "It's not," she whispered.

That was all he needed before leaning in, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world. She melted into him, her hands curling into his shirt, and for a second, Rafe forgot about everything else-the expectations, the pressure, the reputation he couldn't shake.

For a second, it was just her.

"Rafe..." she breathed, her voice barely audible as she tried to pull back, but his hand slipped to the back of her neck, holding her in place with a tenderness that made her knees weak. His lips chased hers, brushing against them again, unwilling to let go.

"l've had to wait all night for this, sweet girl," he murmured against her mouth, his words low and rough, sending a shiver straight through her. The heat of his breath mixed with the faint taste of mint lingering on his lips, and for a dizzy, dangerous second, she couldn't tell where she ended and he began.

⸻

The secrecy hadn’t bothered him at first. Honestly, it had made things easier. No questions, no teasing comments, no one sticking their nose where it didn’t belong. It was just theirs— quiet, private, and safe.

But now, a week later, standing in the middle of Kelce’s backyard with music thumping through the speakers and the smell of beer in the air, Rafe started to hate it.

Because she was here. And so was everyone else.

She stayed tucked close to a small circle of friends, fingers curled around a red Solo cup as she listened to one of them talk. Every now and then, a soft laugh slipped out, the kind that always made something in his chest tighten.

She wasn’t dressed to turn heads. She was wearing light washed denim shorts, a baby pink fitted shirt, a thin gold chain resting against her collarbone—but to him, she was magnetic. His entire focus.

“Yo.” Kelce’s elbow dug into his side, snapping him out of it. “You even listening? I said we’re hitting the boat tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Rafe muttered, though his eyes had already drifted back to her, drawn like a magnet.

Kelce followed his line of sight, and a slow smirk spread across his face. “New girl from Figure Eight, huh? She’s cute. You talk to her yet?”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, just a fraction. “Maybe.”

Kelce grinned like he could smell blood in the water. “So, what—are you gonna make a move? Or is she too… what’s the word… ‘good girl’ for you?”

Rafe didn’t dignify that with a response. Not when his stomach had just dropped. Some guy who was tall (but not taller than him), tan, looking a little too confident— had walked up to her. Leaned in close. Said something that made her laugh. Not the kind of laugh that was flirty or meant anything—Rafe could tell—but it didn’t matter. Seeing it was enough.

He set his drink down harder than necessary, the sound drowned out by the bass. “Back in a sec,” he muttered, ignoring his friends knowing grin as he moved.

He crossed the yard with long, purposeful strides, weaving through clusters of people without breaking focus. The guy was still talking, still leaning in like he had a chance, and Rafe felt something dark coil in his chest.

“So, you go to Kildare Academy?” the guy was asking, voice smooth like he thought he was charming.

“She’s busy,” Rafe cut in, his tone effortless but sharp enough to make the guy blink. He slid an arm around her waist and her eyes flew up to his, wide with surprise. But before she could speak, Rafe was already leaning down, murmuring low enough for her heart to skip multiple beats.

“Come with me.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. His hand was firm but not rough on her waist, guiding her away from the music, away from the stares and the low whispers that sparked as soon as people saw them together. He ignored every single one. His attention was locked on only her.

They didn’t stop until they reached the far side of the house, where the party noise faded into a dull hum and the only light came from a lone porch bulb buzzing above the door. The air was cooler here, quieter—until she finally tugged against his hold, her voice soft but tense.

“Rafe—”

“What the hell was that?” His words came out low and edged, rougher than he intended, but he didn’t care.

She blinked up at him, eyes wide in the dim light. “What?”

“That guy.” His jaw flexed as he ran a hand through his hair, pacing half a step like he needed to burn the anger off. “You don’t… you don’t let dudes hit on you like that, okay?”

Her brows knit in confusion and her lip jutted out in a pout. “He was just being nice.”

Fuck, why is she so sweet?

“Nice,” Rafe repeated, the word tasting like poison. He turned to face her fully, leaning one shoulder against the wall, his stare pinning her in place. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

Her voice was quieter now. “Get what?”

Rafe pushed off the wall and closed the space between them in two long strides. So close that she had to tilt her head back just to meet his eyes. His chest rose and fell a little harder now, like the effort to hold back was wearing thin.

“That you’re mine,” he said, his voice dropping into something low, dangerous, possessive enough to make her breath catch. “I don’t share. Not with anyone.”

The words hung between them, heavy and electric. Her pulse hammered in her throat as his gaze swept over her face like he was memorizing every inch. For a long, suspended second, neither of them moved.

Then, softer— like the reminder hurt a little—she whispered, “We’re not… telling people, remember?”

His jaw ticked. “Yeah, well…” His hand came up, brushing against her cheek, fingers lingering like he couldn’t stop himself. His tone gentled, but the edge was still there. “Starting to think that was a mistake.”

A small gasp escaped her lips but before she could say another word, his mouth was on hers. Harder this time, urgent and claiming, like he had something to prove and wasn’t leaving any doubt. Her hands flew around his neck, playing with the hair on his nape as he deepened the kiss, a soft groan slipping from his throat when she kissed him back just as desperately.

The moment only broke when the crunch of footsteps on gravel cut through the quiet. They froze, breathing uneven, and Rafe turned his head just enough to see who it was.

“Rafe?”

Topper stood a few feet away, beer bottle dangling from his fingers, expression caught between shock and amusement.

Rafe stared back at him, jaw tight, then smirked like he couldn’t care less. “What?”

Topper’s grin widened, teeth flashing in the dim light. “Nothing, man. Just… didn’t know you were into keeping secrets.”

Rafe’s arm slid right back around her waist, pulling her snug against his side with a look that made it clear he wasn’t backing down. “Guess you know now.”

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