RAFE CAMERON - "i need your help" "what makes you think i'd help you?" - part one
prompt: rafe comes to reader's work and asks for her help in contacting pogues and luckily she has a soft spot for him
(A/N: english isn't my first language sorry)
It was an usual Sunday in the shop, fewer costumers than usually because of the rainy weather. i didn't mind not working my ass off, but i was slowly getting bored; cleaned all the dishes and made all the orders, looking at the door anticipating a new customer. what made me rethink my wishes was a tall figure that showed up at the door. his face was hidden behind an umbrella but i could recognize that aura anywhere. rafe cameron. I didn't think he'd be showing up in a pogue cafe ever, especially alone on such a bad weather. something was off.
he closed the umbrella and looked at me. his usual grumpy face was replaced with a slight smirk as he came closer. "hey, y/n", he spoke lightly, leaning over the counter where orders are taken. "rafe" was all i said, trying to act cold. "your order?", i added, putting my best customer service attitude. he chuckled at me, sighing.
"i need your help", he muttered, avoiding eye contact while he did. he then glanced at me, putting on the best puppy eyes he could. "what makes you think I'd help you? the only help i can offer is making you a good wake up coffee", i spoke, turning my back to him and pretending to do something, avoiding to look at him.
"i heard you're good with pogues" i hear him say. my heart beat quickened and i turned around to look at him. sudden bravery washed over me. "i am. and I don't care what you think about that, they're better than any kook-" "okay, alright", he interupted, smiling lightly. "you can drop the attitude, i didn't come here to salt your brain", he explained, shaking his head. he kept eye contact with me the whole time, smirking.
"then what do you want, i'm busy", i replied coldly, but my curiousity was at peak. he looked around the cafe and raised an eyebrow; "you call this busy?" i couldn't help but smile. "anyway... i.. uh.. i want to help pogues", he slowly spoke, waiting for my reaction.
there was silence between us before he cleared his throat. "say something", he pleaded, looking at me. "im at loss for words really. what's with the sudden change of heart? are you dying?" i replied, making him smile again. "i just want to be a better person. like my dad was", he explained.
i just nodded, not buying it yet. "c'mon, y/n, you know me. we played in the sand as babies, i was always just trying to please ward and i'm doing the same thing now", he spoke, trying to come around the counter, but i stopped him in his tracks.
"yes we played in the sand together and you always destroyed my castles, that's the rafe i know. as for ward, he hated the pogues. isn't it contradictory you want to help them now?" i asked, looking at him sternly.
he chuckled. "I'll build you another castle after you help me with this", he spoke, eyeing me. i scoffed and shook my head. "you're not getting me, i don't trust you", i spoke, eyeing a new customer who just came. rafe saw him too and moved to the side so i could take the order. "I'm busy, just go", i told rafe, grinding the coffee beans.
he smiled lightly: "this isn't over." i smiled sourly and he left, making me repeat our conversation in my head over and over again.
my shift ended and i cleaned up the cafe, putting on my hoodie and locking the door. as i stepped outside, a familiar jeep was waiting for me. "need a ride?" "no, I'll walk" "c'mon, y/n, i need you", he spoke, making me freeze. those words hit me more than i thought they would.
"you have until we arrive at my house to explain what exactly you need of me", i spoke, entering the jeep. he smiled and nodded, driving away.
"i know you're good with them, i need you to tell them i changed and i want to help. they'll trust you", he explained, eyeing me now and then. "yeah they trust me, but they don't trust you", i spoke, looking around the car interior, examining it. there was a bracelet around the gearbox. "is this your girlfriends?" i asked sourly, looking at him. "it's yours, dumbass. you made it for my 9th birthday", he explained, smiling. there was a stung in my heart. why would he keep that after all these years and after we fell apart as friends. "right", i whispered, getting lost in thoughts.
we arrived at my driveway and he sighed. "will you at least think about it?" he asked, leaning towards me. "alright. i will", i spoke, earning a smirk from him. he leaned closer, kissing my cheek. i looked at him for a second then exited the car, going into my house.
I absolutely adore the fic you just put out with Rafe! Hit me deep as someone that has been cheated on. You have a talent! <3
Rafe request idea! It just hit me, but I bought a sweater today from the Mens section at a store (better quality). Maybe you could do Reader and Rafe dating. He is falling hard and is super infatuated with her, one day she forgets that certain sweater at his place (which clearly on the label is for men from a mens store) and he is absolutely heartbroken thinking that she is cheating on him. Maybe he snaps, but more so in a super heartbroken, teary eyed and soul crushing way, lots of angst since you are so good at it!!!!
SWEATER WEATHER! ⸻ RAFE CAMERON
content / rafe cameron x fem!reader, bf!rafe, angst, rafe with trauma, established relationship, accusations of cheating, comfort, 1.1k words
summary / when rafe finds out that your sweater is from the men’s section he immediately freaks. His deep rooted trauma and pain come to the surface and the fear of losing you almost ruins everything.
notes / tysm for the request!! i loved writing this. may have gone overboard and made it a bit too dramatic but we love us some angst in this household !
You loved oversized sweaters. There was something about the way they swallowed you up in warmth, like a cozy hug you could wear. So when you wandered into the menswear section one afternoon and spotted the perfect oversized sweater—super soft, way too big, and in a deep charcoal gray—you couldn't resist. It was perfect for cool evenings with Rafe, wrapped up on his couch while you two watched a movie or just talked about nothing.
You bought it on impulse, smiling to yourself as you imagined Rafe teasing you about how it was big enough to fit him. You wore it the next time you visited him, not really going into detail as you were too caught up with other things, feeling completely at ease in his presence.
Rafe was everything you wanted—strong, confident, but sweet in a way you hadn't expected when you first met him. He made you laugh with his gruff exterior and soft heart. He made you feel safe, loved.
While Rafe, for his part, was falling deeper and deeper in love with you every day. He'd catch glimpses of you in moments you didn't even realize he was watching—laughing softly to yourself at a text, tucking your hair behind your ear, or wrapping yourself in one of those oversized sweaters like you were wrapping yourself in comfort. You were everything good in his world, and he'd do anything to keep you close.
So that evening, like so many others, you two stayed up late, talking until you finally kissed him goodnight and left for home, too tired to remember to grab the sweater you'd draped over his chair.
Rafe found it the next morning, tossed casually over the back of his chair, and at first, he smiled. It still smelled like you—vanilla and something sweet, something comforting.
Then he saw the label.
Men's store. Size large.
The words hit him like a freight train. He knew you loved oversized sweaters, but this... this wasn't just big. It was from a men's section, clearly not something meant for you, at least not at first. His heart started to pound, thoughts spinning out of control. Who had you gotten this from? Who were you spending time with when he wasn't around?
He tried to push the thoughts away, but they clung to him like poison. He could see it in his mind—you smiling at someone else, laughing, falling into someone else's arms, and it tore at him. The image of you, with your oversized sweater, now felt like a lie, like everything he thought you two had built was a fragile illusion.
So when you came back over the next day, something was off. The moment you stepped through the door, you could feel the tension in the air. Rafe was a mess of nerves and heartbreak. He tried to keep it together, but the moment he saw you, something inside him broke. The sweater was still in his hand, crumpled and worn, and without thinking, he thrust it towards you.
"Who is he?" he choked out, his voice raw, filled with emotion he could no longer control.
You stared at him, confusion flooding your eyes. "What? Rafe, what are you talking about?"
"This. It's not yours. It's from a men's store. You left it here, and now I can't stop thinking... you're seeing someone else, aren't you? Someone gave you this."
For a moment, you couldn't speak. You could only stare at him, confusion giving way to a horrible realization. He thought you were cheating on him. Your heart sank, seeing how much pain he was in, how deeply he was hurt by something that wasn't even real.
"Rafe," you whispered, reaching out to him, but he pulled back, his face crumbling with heartbreak.
"Don't lie to me, y/n," he said, his voice breaking. "I can't handle it if you lie to me."
Tears brimmed in his eyes, and you felt your own chest tighten at the sight of him like this—so vulnerable, so broken by his own fears. You hadn't realized how much you meant to him until now, seeing him unravel over something as small as a sweater.
"Rafe, it's my sweater," you said gently, voice steady despite the ache in your own heart. "I bought it from the men's section. I liked how big it was, that's all. No one gave it to me. I promise. I would never do that to you."
But Rafe couldn't bring himself to believe you. Not yet. His mind was trapped in the fear of losing you, of being second in your heart to someone else. Like it was with his dad and Sarah. The tears fell then, and he couldn't stop them, his chest heaving with the weight of his own insecurities.
Without hesitation, you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him despite his resistance. He was stiff at first, but you didn't let go. "I'm not going anywhere," you whispered, voice soft but firm as you rested your head against his chest. "It's just a sweater, Rafe. You're the only one I want."
He stood there, frozen in your embrace, and slowly, painfully, the truth began to sink in. You weren't lying. The sweater wasn't a sign of betrayal, just a silly, oversized piece of clothing you liked. And he had let his fears nearly destroy what you two had.
Slowly, his body began to relax in your arms, his breath ragged as he fought to hold back the tears. His arms came up to wrap around you, and you could feel the weight of his emotions in the way he held you, like he was afraid you might slip away.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with regret, his face buried in your hair. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—"
You pulled back just enough to look up at him, eyes soft and full of understanding. "It's okay," you said quietly, brushing a tear from his cheek. "We're okay, Rafe."
He nodded, his eyes searching yours for reassurance, for any sign that what you two had wasn't slipping through his fingers. You could see the fear there, the way he'd built you up in his mind as something precious, something fragile, and how easily that fear had spiraled into heartbreak.
"We're okay," you repeated, holding him close, letting him feel your warmth, your presence, until the weight of his fears finally began to lift.
And for the first time since he'd found that sweater, Rafe allowed himself to believe you. He needed to trust you, to get over the fear of being abandoned. And deep down he knew that you could be the one to take his pain away.
CONTENT / rafe cameron x fem!reader, ex bf!rafe, mentions of cheating, jealous rafe, slight angst, making out, mentions of alcohol, 1,6k words
SUMMARY / it’s been two months since you broke up with Rafe, his infidelity being the breaking point of your relationship. And when you finally start to move on with somebody new he finds his way back to you, pleading for forgiveness.
YOU STOOD INFRONT OF YOUR BEDROOM MIRROR, running your fingers through your long, wavy hair. Eyes, still haunted by memories of Rafe, stared back at you, but tonight you were determined to leave the past behind. The party you were heading to wasn't your scene—too many people, too loud, typical kook — but you needed a distraction, something to keep your mind off the ache that had settled in your chest ever since that awful day two months ago.
Rafe had cheated on you. The betrayal still stung like an open wound, and though you tried to push it out of your mind, it resurfaced in quiet moments, twisting your heart until you could barely breathe. You'd cut off all contact with him, ignored his texts, blocked his number, and buried yourself in anything that would help you forget. But forgetting was harder than you'd imagined.
Tonight, you were going with Luke, a friend of a friend who seemed nice enough. He wasn't Rafe, and that's exactly why you'd said yes when he asked you to go with him. Maybe if you spent time with someone else, you could convince yourself that you were over Rafe. Maybe if you smiled enough, danced enough, drank enough, you could drown out the pain.
The music throbbed through the house as the two of you arrived, and you pasted on a smile as you and Luke wove through the crowd. You could feel eyes on yourself, whispers that followed you wherever you went. Everyone knew about what had happened—Rafe's betrayal had become public gossip, and you hated that they all knew about your business. But tonight, you wouldn't let it bother her. You were determined to have a good time.
Luke handed you a drink, and you took a sip, trying to relax. He leaned in closer, his words lost in the noise, but you nodded and laughed anyway, pretending to be engaged in whatever he was saying. The truth was, you weren't really listening. Your thoughts kept drifting back to Rafe, wondering where he was, what he was doing. Had he moved on? Did he regret what he did?
You shook your head, forcing yourself to focus on the present. It didn't matter. Rafe didn't matter anymore.
But then you saw him.
He was standing across the room, leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on you with a look you couldn't quite decipher. Your heart lurched in your chest, and for a moment, you couldn't breathe. He looked different somehow—tired, maybe even a little lost. He was alone, which surprised you. Rafe had always been the center of attention, surrounded by friends and admirers, but tonight he seemed to have distanced himself from the crowd.
You tore your gaze away and turned back to Luke, but you could feel Rafe's eyes on you, and it made your skin prickle. He knew why you had come to this party—you were trying to escape him. But instead of helping you forget, the night had brought him right back into your path.
You needed to leave. You couldn't handle seeing him, not now, not when your emotions were still so raw. He watched as you made your way through the crowd, eyes darting toward the exit, clearly overwhelmed. Something in him tightened. He couldn’t let you walk away, not this time.
As you slipped into the quieter hallway, his hand shot out, gently catching your arm.
"y/n, wait," Rafe’s voice was softer than he intended, almost pleading.
You froze, heart pounding in your ears. You didn't want to turn around, didn't want to look at him, but something in his voice made you stop. For a moment, he thought you might walk away anyway, but slowly, you turned to face him. Your words came out cold though, distant.
“Cameron.” You mumbled out, not granting him the satisfaction of letting his name slip from your lips. The use of his last name stung, but he didn’t show it.
He looked at you, his blue eyes filled with a sadness that took you by surprise. "I know you don't want to talk to me," he began, his voice rough, reaching out to brush his hand against your arm, "but I need to say this. I'm so sorry, y/n. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, and I hate myself for it."
You swallowed hard, throat tight. "Rafe, I don't—"
"Please, just let me say this." His hand slipped from your arm, and he ran it through his hair in frustration. "I've been trying to figure out how to make things right, but I know there's nothing I can do to take back what I did. I was stupid, and I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. I miss you, y/n. Every day, I think about you, and I just... I just want you to know that I'm sorry."
You stared at him, the words you wanted to say lodged in your throat. You wanted to scream at him, tell him how fucked up it all was. But as you looked into his eyes, you saw how broken he was too. The guilt and regret were written all over his face, and for the first time, you realized how bad he was hurting too.
But it didn't change what he'd done.
"You can't always expect to fix things with a simple 'sorry' Rafe. What you did was dumb and so selfish.." you said, voice trembling, "I'm still trying to put myself back together. I can't go through that again."
His face fell, and he nodded, as if he'd expected this. "I understand," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I just needed you to know how sorry I am."
You felt a tear slip down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away. "I don't know if I can ever forgive you." You admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
His jaw clenched, the weight of your words hitting him, but he couldn’t stop himself from stepping closer.
"Please y/n..I'm sorry, I really am. I can't even sleep anymore. I’ve been going crazy without you."
His voice sounded low and smooth, the way it used to be when you two were happy. Your heart betrayed you, remembering the way he used to make you feel. There was a pull, something magnetic about him that was impossible to ignore.
“I miss you. I miss us.”
Your breath hitched as he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. His touch felt electric, almost magnetic and you had to take all the strength that was in you, not to give in. But the tension became unbearable at this point, his ocean blue eyes piercing through yours.
For a moment, you were torn, fighting against the memories of when things were good. He stepped even closer, close enough that you could smell his cologne, that familiar scent making your head spin.
“Rafe..this doesn’t change anything.”
You said, hesitation in your voice, heart racing, everything screaming at you to push him away. But your body betrayed you, and when his lips finally touched yours, you didn’t stop him. You let yourself fall into it—his lips against yours, the heat between you growing with every touch of your lips.
The kiss deepened, becoming urgent, your hands resting on his shoulders, and soon your back was pressed against the wall. The tension between the two of you being undeniable, stirring up everything you thought you had buried.
His hands roamed your back, and as one hand began to slide down to your chest, you snapped out of it, grabbing his wrist to stop him.
You pulled away, breathing heavily, your mind suddenly racing, as guilt washed over you.
“Wait—Rafe, stop.”
He blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in you. His hand freezing in place.
“What’s wrong?” He asked breathlessly, his figure still close to yours.
You stepped back, running a hand through your hair, trying to get your head on straight, not wanting to make any hasty decisions while being under the influence.
“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m here with someone else. I came with Luke.” You mumbled, your gaze instantly turning towards Rafe, knowing that you shouldn’t have said that.
At the mention of Luke’s name, Rafe’s face hardened. His eyes flashed with jealousy, hands clenching into fists at his sides.
“Luke? You’re with him?” He growled, voice darkened, the hurt quickly turning into something more dangerous. “Let me talk to him.”
Your eyes widened, panic rising in your chest. You knew Rafe’s temper all too well, and you knew exactly what that “talk” would turn into.
"No. Rafe, don't. It's not like that. Please, just leave it.” You begged him, grabbing his wrist lightly.
He stepped back at your touch, but his fists were still clenched. He tried to control himself, but you could see the anger brewing.
“If it’s not like that, then leave with me. Right now. We can figure this out.” Rafe turned around, his hands gripping at your shoulders, his tall frame leaning down to you.
You hesitated, mind spinning. You knew it was a bad idea, knew you shouldn’t, but there was still something about him that pulled you in, making you want to believe things could be different. Your heart pounded in your chest as you weighed your options, torn between what you knew was right and what you felt in this moment.
"Rafe..I-" you began speaking but the words seemed to be stuck in your throat once again.
He looked at you for a long moment., noticing how you got lost in your own thoughts, "y/n, please?”
“Fine. I’ll leave with you. But this doesn’t mean we’re okay.”
Relief washed over his face as he nodded, a small, satisfied smirk pulling on his lips. He had won this round—for now.
Soon you walked out together, the tension still thick as the two of you leave the party behind, knowing that this night had only complicated things further..
ahh, my first rafe one shot 🎀 let me know if you want me to write more!
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