#rafe cameron

[muicig]

rafe x scarlet !!🪵🪽

farm man rafe

city girl scarlet

[muicig]

farmmanrafe 🌾 23 , dirty blonde curtains ,

blue eyes , sweetheart , animal lover !!

Rafe is a very smart and kind young man who lives with his parents and his three siblings. Instead of going to school or working a regular job, he helps out on the family farm with his siblings. He was annoyed when he found out a city girl was coming to stay on their farm for a few weeks—or maybe even months. He couldn't understand why some random city girl was coming to his farm, convinced she wouldn't know how to behave. Then Scarlet arrived... and OHHH LORD he knew he was doomed.

[laviender]

Like his face isn’t giving like it used to, even in season three he looked hot but post 2022 not .Season 3 face card was good but season 4 wasn’t ??? Idon’t know how to explain it

I think he just got older, which is fine. He’s still cute as you can see

but obviously he’s not gonna appeal to younger audiences as much now

[doeeyedbtch]

Currently more than halfway through writing a Rafe angsty fic and it's getting really long but it's almost as if it's so good that I can't write an ending for it? Wtf do I do I can't just make it abruptly stop and be like: ty for reading! In the middle of a sentence.

And i've worked so hard with this fic too like I have to post it 😣

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RAFE CAMERON.

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[youalreadyknowitsmesis]

Reminiscing about end of Tumblrs porn era which is the reason i even had to make this account.

Happy 8 year anniversary to meh

[rafesdaydream]

I NEED a rafe cameron shot inspired by ANY gracie abrams song!!!! hit the wall? best? i knew it i know u? anything, just give me gracie and rafe!!!

Hit the wall

pairing: Rafe Cameron x Soft!Reader

blurb: Rafe's been known for spiralling, but this time he decides to shut you out too, despite you always being there for him, based on "hit the wall" by the amazing gracie abrams

warnings: mentions of violence, dark thoughts, alcohol, drugs, slight angst, the slightest smallest bit of fluff

wc: 1.8k

Rafe was spiralling. Living in a pattern of breakdowns. He had been for years. He could never really figure out when it all changed. Had to be somewhere between his mother abandoning him and his father’s constant demand for more. He couldn’t handle the constant voices in his head anymore. Telling him that everyone would leave. That he didn’t deserve any better. That he was a disappointment. 

Rafe turned to the alcohol first. Too young. Would down bottles of stolen whiskey in the darkness of his bedroom to drown out the thoughts. It worked once. Twice. Felt good even. Then it stopped. So he went to the drugs. Snorted lines of coke and smoked weed until he was a shell of himself. 

He’d been like this for as long as he could remember. Closed off. Violent. Numb. Except with you. You were the one person Rafe actually trusted. The girl who’d been there with him through everything. Back when you were kids running down the beach to now when you’d take his boat out to watch the stars at night. 

So why was he pushing you away?

You’d never done anything to hurt him. Hell, you’d done the opposite. Stuck with him when no one else did. Let him stay at yours when Ward kicked him out for acting the way he did. Defended him against every person who spoke bad about him. 

The voices were screaming in his head as he sped down the empty highway. Rafe was in no state to be driving, but he needed to feel the high. He was getting worse, and he knew it. There was nothing else to turn to now. He’d tried every rush he could get, and nothing was enough anymore. Enough to block out the thoughts that lived in his mind. Block out the constant weight of Ward’s expectations. 

You deserved more. You deserved better than him. 

Rafe had tried to tell you before, but you’d never sway. Tell him something like: “I don’t want better. I want you.”

And that just made the guilt hit him harder. You were sweet, kind, and loving. An angel. He was the complete opposite of you. Rafe knew he could never be worthy of you. Your love. And everything else that came with it.

Maybe that’s why he’d subconsciously decided to shut you out. Self-sabotage like he always did. It was selfish of him. Rafe knew you’d be hurt. Think about what you might have done for him to close off. But Rafe hoped eventually, at some point, you’d leave. Realise that he could never love you in the way you deserved, and go and find someone else. 

He knew it would hurt. But it also hurt seeing the sadness in your eyes over the years. In the moments when he couldn’t contain the darker parts of himself from you. When he lost his temper. When his voice rose. When his fists cracked through the drywall. 

Rafe wasn’t blind. He could see how you’d flinch. Curl in on yourself. But then when he apologised, you’d already forgiven him. Another thing he didn’t deserve. You’d let him hold you, his hands carding through your hair, your head against his chest as you’d whisper, “It’s okay. It happens.” He’d stay quiet, but the guilt would come back harder each and every time once you’d fallen asleep.

The past few weeks have been hell. The constant look of pure hurt on your face. Never disappointment. Just hurt. When Rafe would show up with bloodshot eyes, the coke buzzing through his veins. When he’d stumble in from the country club, barely able to stand. Why weren’t you leaving?

Today was one of those nights. You were on the couch, reading one of those romance novels you always do. You’d probably find greater love in those pages rather than in him. You looked up immediately once the door shut, putting the book down, eyes wide and hopeful. Once you saw his state, the familiar sadness returned. 

Rafe knew what a mess he looked like. Shirt wrinkled. Hair tousled. Gaze unfocused. He saw the way you swallowed hard, like you were trying to look past it all.

“How was boys' night?” you whispered so softly. God, your voice was so… sweet. Forgiving. He didn’t deserve it. That’s what the voices said.

“Good,” Rafe slurred before forcing himself to walk to the kitchen. His head was already starting to pound, but he needed another drink. 

You watched quietly, knowing he was already drunk enough. Rafe grabbed a glass, reaching to get a bottle of whiskey before your voice cut through, betraying a hint of hurt. “Rafe?”

“Hm?” Rafe looked as you stood, making your way over to him with little steps. He blinked, gaze tilted down, trying to focus on you. It broke his heart to see you like that. Like you were a moment away from breaking down. 

“What’s going on?” you asked, hands fidgeting in your shirt. His shirt that you were wearing. 

Rafe shook his head, about to turn like usual when you spoke again. “Please. Tell me.” He went quiet. You’d been asking little questions like that for the past month. Rafe usually dismissed them with a rough “Nothing”, providing some lame excuse with it or staying silent. You’d bend eventually. Not today, though. You had to know.

“You know you can tell me anything,” you pleaded. Then after a pause, “Did I do something?” You sounded so broken. He’d done that. 

“No.” Rafe was quick to answer that. He didn’t provide any further explanation, but he couldn’t have you thinking this was somehow your fault when it was anything but that. 

You started again. “Then what’s wrong-” 

Rafe cut you off. “I’m not some fucking problem that you can solve, okay?” His voice was harsh, a mixture of the coke and alcohol running through his system.

You didn’t flinch this time. But you did go quiet. Only for a second. “I didn’t say you were a problem. You’re not.” Your voice was insistent. 

It made Rafe’s stomach twist. Why did you have to be like that? Be so fucking kind to him that he made him want to hold you in his arms and never let go. “Don’t say that. You don’t know anything.”

“I know enough,” you relented, not giving up so easily this time. You’d let this go on for too long already. “I know something’s going on. You’ve been acting off for weeks.”

Rafe scoffed, eyes blazing now. It was as if the drowsiness he’d been feeling moments before had disappeared. “This is how I am. If you have an issue with that-”

“I’m not leaving, Rafe,” you insisted, firm yet upset that he would even suggest that. You never raised your voice, though. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to leave. Like everyone else.” How the fuck were you reading his mind? Rafe didn’t say anything. Whether it was shock, guilt, or both, he wasn’t sure. 

His eyes stayed on you for the first time in weeks. You took the opportunity to take a step closer as if wanting to show him you weren’t afraid. “Well, I’m not.”

“Why?” Rafe asked, voice hoarse out of nowhere. You always did this to him. Knew how to disarm him. Managed to break down the toughest walls he’d put up. 

“Because you don’t want that. I know you,” you murmured, reaching an arm out to touch him. Rafe pulled back. He knew he’d cave in an instant if he felt your gentle touch soothing him.

Surprisingly to him, you didn’t falter. “You’re the boy who’d take me on shopping sprees and plan dates and whisper to me at night about the future we’d have.” Your voice was hopeful. Like you were certain to bring that version back. And fuck, it was working. For the first time in weeks, the noise in his mind went quiet. You could tell, your lips curving just a bit. 

Rafe finally looked away, his breathing heavier now. “I’m not that person anymore,” he muttered coldly. “I’ve changed. I’m not good for you.” He couldn’t understand why you didn’t see that when it was so obvious to him. 

You shook your head, your hand moving to rest on his arm again. He didn’t pull away this time. “I don’t care, Rafe. I want you.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Rafe whispered, instinctively leaning into your touch. He was starved after pulling away for weeks. What he believed didn’t change. He didn’t deserve it if you stayed. But still, he wished you would. He needed you more than he needed anything else. 

It was as if you could see the thoughts running through his mind. You let him have a moment before gently cupping his jaw so he could look at you. “I want you, Rafe,” you breathed, moving close so your bodies were barely inches apart now. 

Rafe’s gaze zeroed in on you now. He could see every detail that he’d deprived himself of for weeks. The curl of your lashes. The exact shade of your eyes. The curve of your lips. 

“Maybe I deserve better, but I don’t want that. I want you,” you repeated slowly, willing Rafe to understand. “Please don’t shut me out.”

“I can’t promise anything.” His voice was softer than you’d heard in weeks, even if his words weren’t. Rafe didn’t want to lie. Pretend like everything was fine all of a sudden. Because it wasn’t. And maybe never would be.

When you wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him tight, Rafe froze. It was like he couldn’t breathe. The feel of your body against his was too much right now. He tried to pull back, but your grip just tightened. You weren’t letting up this time.

“Just talk to me, Rafe,” you murmured, gazing up at him with that soft look. “Tell me everything. I want to be there for you.” The words hurt. How he believed he was worthy of that. Worthy of your care when he wasn’t. 

“That’s the problem,” Rafe grumbled, but it was weak. You had him defenceless. Just with those sweet, kind words. Rafe finally wrapped his arms around you, his grip tighter than yours, though he’d never admit it. 

“I’ll try,” he mumbled, breathing in the familiar scent of your shampoo as he pressed you tighter against his chest. He could feel your smile. Your relief that he’s finally opening up. Holding you like this. 

Rafe didn’t know how long it would last. He didn’t make any promises. But for now, the voices had gone quiet, and he savoured every second of you in his arms. Rafe knew it would happen again. He’d hit another wall. Close off. Self-sabotage. He always did. 

As if sensing his thoughts, your voice comes again, reassuring, “I’ll be here. Always.”

Rafe let himself go for once, head dropping against your shoulder. You’d be here. 

a/n: to the anon that sent me this ask ily sm and im sorry this took me sooo long to write but the day i saw this request i literally squealed in excitement 😭😭 i love gracie and her songs sm and literally imagine rafe scenarios while listening to them sometimes lol so this is not the end of gracie x rafe 🤭🤭 and you also named like my fav gracie songs ever in this ask and in the near near future trust me i will be writing using best, ikiiky and ofc all the new songs from dfh (maybe good reason or mews 👀 yes i like sad stuff) anyways i hope u like this 🥺💕 feel free to send in requests for fics, headcanons or moodboards ‎ꫂ᭪݁

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