a/n: if i'm being completely honest, i wrote this cus my dog will be all over my house, but i call him once and he'll sleep by me. anyway, this was really cute. i got war flashbacks writing ab the workout— "rollers" NO!! enjoy :P
you were laid out comfortably in rafe's bed and doomscrolling on your phone. rafe, however, was constantly on the move. like he just would not stay put in the house.
like today for instance— one minute, he's sleeping on the couch. the next, he's making a protein shake and lifting in the gym. and then, he's doing work on his laptop by the pool.
but one thing about rafe? he will always come to you the second you call his name. just drops whatever he's doing and makes his way back to you.
"rafe?" and that's really all it takes.
no other words need to be exchanged, only comfortable expressions and the understanding that you wanted him near you. like if you put him in the same room as a lovesick puppy, you would not be able to tell the difference.
he walks into the room with a big ol' smile on his face. you carelessly toss your phone onto the nightstand, opening your arms wide.
he jumps into them and practically melts into your body like some damn quicksand. your arms just engulfing him, nearly suffocating him in your embrace.
"whatcha been doing? i was just looking at purses online and literally in the span of an hour— your snoring, the blender, then your workout playlist blaring through the vents, and for some reason... your clicking on the keyboard. from the poolside." you laugh, rubbing his shoulders and pressing kisses to his slightly sweaty head.
he lets out a soft laugh, shoulders lifting in a casual shrug as he joins in with you, "can't a man be productive?"
you give a small shake of your head, and he tilts his own, silently asking what’s on your mind.
"no, like, can't my man be counterproductive with me?" you groan against his buzzed hair.
"sweetheart, you’re lucky i’m not dragging you through another core session. you did it with me once and swore off working out together for good," he leans back just enough to shoot you a playful look.
"you tried to kill me, baby!"
"rollouts, deadlifts, and hip bridges. not exactly murderous," he corrects you.
"and every time i couldn't do a rollout, you smacked my butt. and not in a good way! it was taunting. you, rafe cameron, are a bully," a pout forms on your face, pushing his away but his grip tightens around you.
"alright, alright. i'll stay here with you for the rest of the day. might lose my abs though..." he pauses, clearly thinking hard. you raise a brow. "unless you wanna watch me do core. i won't make you do anything, angel."
you practically jolt up, standing up on the bed like a soldier.
"okay, let's go. core time, baby!"
rafe snorts and tosses you over his shoulder, hopping off the bed and heading downstairs to the gym.
"you wanna sit on my back when i do planks?" he runs his hand over the back of your thigh with a growing smirk.
— firefighter!rafe getting breakfast
after his 24 hour shift ᯓ★
cw: just fluff :)
a/n: i love firefighters. rafe as a firefighter? YES PLEASEEE. like or reblog if you want moresiessss :D
"honey, i’m home!" rafe’s muffled yell echoes through the house.
stepping down the stairs in your pajamas, you rub your eyes and smile at your boyfriend. a paper bag hangs between his teeth, and two little drinks are in his hands as he struggles to kick off his work boots.
he’s too preoccupied with not spilling the drinks or dropping the bag to notice you at the stairs. he hurries to the kitchen counter, carefully setting everything down.
you sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his torso, kissing his back and breathing in his smoky scent. somehow, he smells better after work. manlier. there’s just something about the smell of a hardworking man.
your fingers press into the tight black fabric of his compression shirt. "kildare fire" stretches in red across the back, the letters slightly faded. his cargo pants are smudged with soot at the knees, his belt still clipped.
he lets out a little hum, warm and tired, and you feel his muscles loosen beneath your hands. he leans back into your touch like he’s been waiting for it all night.
"there you are." he turns to face you, smiling down with that soft, cheesy grin. "i brought breakfast." he kisses your hair and hugs you tight before pulling away to show you.
"i think the local café has a first responder deal. the lady gave me my stuff for free!" he chuckles, opening the paper bag, which holds two breakfast bagels.
"really? aw, that’s nice... which drink is mine?" you ask, eyeing both cups, then looking up at him. he hands you the correct one—which, you notice, is your exact usual order. every add-on, the specific milk, even the amount of sugar.
you smile into the rim of the lid as you take a sip. "how do you always remember my order? even after barely sleeping?"
rafe shrugs. "i remember everything when it comes to you, baby."
"corny, i know—" he starts to laugh, already expecting a snarky comment.
"no, it’s romantic," you cut him off, giving a sleepy grin and going on your tiptoes to kiss him, hand still around your cup.
he chuckles against your lips. "no bullying today?"
he caresses your back with slow, gentle hands, like he’s savoring being home.
"mhm, not today. you work too hard for me to mess with you this early. maybe once you nap," you tease, kissing his cheek before sliding into his lap at the counter.
he helps settle you, like it’s a routine now—your favorite part of mornings like this.
you dive into your breakfast bagel, trading bites with rafe since he got a different kind. you find it endearing—how even after a long shift, he still brings you breakfast. sure, rafe works those day-long shifts that leave you a little lonely. but you know he’ll always come back to you. arms full, eyes soft, happiest when he’s here with you.
"so... you think the café worker was flirting with you?" you ask through a bite, grinning.
"and there it is," he sighs, rolling his eyes as he lightly squeezes your hip.
a/n: me when me when me when firefighter!rafe and reader 🥹🥹 my babies… anyway please like and reblog if you enjoyed cus i love this rafe sooo much heh
rafe was back home napping, catching up on sleep before his shift in the morning. with the house quiet, you took the chance to run out for groceries— nothing major, just restocking for the week.
you’d finished your grocery list about fifteen minutes ago but by some mysterious force, ended up lingering in the kitchen section. the aisles were quiet, mostly empty, but something about them kept you there.
you finally rolled into the aisle with mugs and random kitchen stuff. one caught your eye—white with red lettering that read: world’s hottest firefighter. laughing to yourself, you picked it up without thinking twice, gently placing it into your cart. it was dumb, kind of, but fitting.
“the boys down at the station are gonna give him so much shit for it.” you snort to yourself and finally, make way to the checkout line.
back at home…
pulling into the driveway, you spotted your boyfriend on the porch swing, waiting for you. rafe smiles with a little wave and gets up to come greet you. you parked and got out with only your purse in hand.
“hey there’s my girl. i was wondering where you went.” he struts over, his hands cupping your face and kissing you.
“poor guy. must’ve woken up so sad and cold and feeling so gosh darn abandoned.” you fake pouted as you held back a little smirk. “groceries in the trunk. be careful with ‘em please.” your hand stalls on his forearm, pinching him playfully.
“yes ma’am.” patting your behind as you walked up the porch.
you went inside and waited by the kitchen for rafe to bring in the bags of groceries. heavy steps make their way over to you. it appeared that he had only needed one trip to bring them all in. the clunk of his boot hitting the bottom of the front door to close it.
this was… attractive. but sure, anything your man did was attractive. he was a firefighter for crying out loud!
he hauls the variety of colored reusable bags to sit on the counter— as if they had no weight at all. “alright, thank you honey.” you peck him on the lips while tying your hair back.
“mhm yeah of course.” he mumbles as he organizes everything into the fridge. you reach for the bag you knew had the mug, turning your back to rafe as you sneak it under your crew neck.
“gotcha a little surprise.” you giggled like a little kid.
once he’s done with putting food away, he turns to you and raises his eyebrow at you.
what the hell were you hiding under your sweater? he thinks to himself.
“yeah? show me baby.” he chuckles as he hunched, placing his head in his hands on the counter.
“close your eyes.”
he nods, closing them instantly.
“hands out.”
he reluctantly puts his hands out.
“rafe, it’s really delicate. gentle hands…” you tease, trying to mess with him. he groans as he impatiently holds his hands out.
you hand him the mug inside of the protective wrapping. “okay open.” you laugh behind your hands, watching him carefully. he peeks one eye open and starts to unwrap the mug.
“world’s hottest firefighter…” he reads out loud. “baby what the-” he laughs whole heartedly. “no- no. you’re joking.”
“you can bring it back and forth between here and the station. it’s cute.” you laugh, walking over to him and rubbing his back.
“you’re really something.” he runs his hand over his face. rafe pulls you into him and kisses your head, mumbling a thank you against your hair.
you quickly take a photo of him with it. getting multiple faces out of him, like a fake annoyed one and big exaggerated smile.
“there was one that said something like my wife is the hottest thing i’ve ever seen and i’m a firefighter. and i would’ve gotten it but…” you put your left hand out, huffing dramatically.
he chuckles not saying anything, holding you closer.
the next day at the station…
rafe sits at a table in the kitchen. he watched a random show that was already playing on the tv there. a few of the other guys had walked in hooting and hollering after who knows what. he hardly pays them any mind.
he sips hot coffee from his mug. the mug you just got him. the one that says world’s hottest firefighter. he starts to hear snorts and whistles.
“hey, world’s hottest firefighter.” they all tease him, getting a biiggg eye roll out of rafe.
he looked annoyed, but he’s not embarrassed. of course not. his pretty woman got it for him. how could he be anything but proud?
— firefighter!rafe and one
very proud kindergartner
cw: fluff, established relationship/family, rafe/reader's kid
a/n: this was so cutesy to make- thank youu for the request!! can you guys tell i am insane and have a type in firefighters... i've literally only written for them. i have other types but like i wouldn't know how to write them LOLOL :3 but please like/reblog if you want more, thank you my loves!
this request <3
“i’m sorry babygirl— stuck at the station today,” rafe sighs, cassie perched on the counter while rafe ties her laces. you watch from the doorway as you sip your water.
a small nod. a mumbled, “okay.”
“you remember uncle buck? you met him at the fire station cookout a while ago. i told him you’d be there, and he’s excited to see you.” he grins down at her, hoping to lift the mood. she gives a small, reluctant smile back.
he kisses you both before heading out the door, boots heavy on the steps. she watches from the steps of the porch, backpack on, chin resting in her hands as he drives away.
you knew the truth, though. rafe was gonna be there with buck. still, it broke your heart seeing cassie so bummed. you sat beside her, fixing her pigtails and bangs.
“he really wanted to come, sweetheart.”
“i know… it’s okay. daddy’s out saving people.”
later in the day at the pre-k…
you showed up with snacks and juice boxes in hand. you wave at cassie from across the cafeteria and then go to mingle with the other parents.
a doctor and nurse showed the kids how to wash their hands. a dentist demonstrated brushing on a giant model. a police officer and his k-9 dog gave a quick demo of their search and rescue work.
you glanced at cassie every so often— she seemed to be enjoying herself. but you would also catch her staring at the door, hoping it was her dad walking through next.
after the police officer had walked off with his k-9, the cafeteria doors opened.
buck walked in first, waving at the kids with one hand and holding tank’s leash in the other. cassie immediately sat up straighter when she saw the big chocolate lab trotting beside him, in his own little uniform too.
all the kids cheered as the pair walked into view. cassie clapped but her eyes were already drifting behind him.
rafe stepped in a moment later, full uniform, helmet under one arm, light smile but even bigger when he spots his daughter among the group.
cassie was already on her feet, running straight into his arms as he crouched down. he hardly had any time to put down his helmet before he wrapped her into a big hug. “daddy!”
“you said you weren’t coming!” she giggles, holding her dad’s face in her tiny hands.
he shakes his head, “momma and i thought you’d like the surprise. did we get ya?” she nods with a cheek-to-cheek grin and hugged rafe once more before returning to her spot.
you watch from the back of the cafeteria as rafe and buck introduced themselves and tank the dog to the kids. there was no way anyone could wipe the smile off your face right now.
rafe sets his helmet down, gives tank a quick scratch on the head, and steps to the front of the crowd.
“who here knows what to do if your clothes catch on fire?” he looks around, but fast as ever, cassie shoots her hand up in the air.
“stop, drop, and roll!” cassie shout out loud.
“that’s right,” he grins. “my girl’s got it.”
buck rolls out a mat and all the kids take turns practicing the fire safety technique. they talk about what tank does for the fire station and show them their gear.
when he wraps up, the class claps loudly and that was the end of the community helpers day. the kids all scramble out, but cassie is already in her dad’s arms, rambling about every bit. as if it didn’t just happen.
“hold on! i made daddy something. momma, where’s my backpack?” she asks with excitement. you hand her the backpack and rafe puts her down to let her search for whatever she made him.
she pulls out a drawing- stick figure rafe in his firefighter uniform, a big red fire truck beside him, and a lopsided tank in gear too. she even drew herself too, her tiny hand holding rafe’s. and a giant heart in the corner of it all.
he crouches down to her height, cheesing big. “this is perfect, babygirl,” he kisses her cheek. “i’m putting this in my locker first thing when i get back to the station.”
cassie turns to you, “do you like it, momma?” you smile, leaning in to look. “i think you made daddy look extra cool.”
“because he is,” she says simply.
rafe picks her up, letting her hang on his hip. his helmet under one arm and the drawing in his free hand. he glances over at you.
“we did good, baby.” he mutters.
you press a quick kiss to cassie’s cheek then one to his jaw, “we always do.”
— bf!rafe just being
protective of his girl ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗
cw: fluff, a lil jealous/territorial rafe moment
a/n: made this based off a reel i saw the other day, just gave it a little more thought. i. must. write. more. pogue. content. like or reblog if you likeyyy 🤙 and what you’d like to see!
night life in the obx was kind of… boring. so when rafe offered to take you, sarah, and kie to the mainland for a night out, you didn’t hesitate. his one request? bring some guy company. you knew he meant topper or kelce, but instead—
“yeah, john b and jj can come too,” you grin, fully aware he barely tolerates them.
he opens his mouth to protest but just sighs and bites his tongue.
i mean, you did give in to the request. fair trade, right?
the club you were heading to was throwing a costume party. you didn’t have much to work with, but you pulled something together: cat ears, a black corset, the tiniest matching skirt, and thigh-high boots. not a cutesy black cat—the hottest black cat. kind of like catwoman.
rafe never cared much about what you wore. you always asked if it was too much, if he even liked it. his answer never changed. “it’s all good, baby. i can fight.” followed by kisses and an endless string of compliments that made your head spin.
after a long, cramped drive...
you’re squished in the backseat of rafe’s truck between sarah and kie. sarah’s deer antlers keep bumping the roof, and kie won’t stop adjusting her mario overalls.
everyone cheers when the club finally comes into view—then groans in sync at the sight of the massive line out front.
rafe pulls into a lot across the street, parking like a man on a mission. in the passenger seat, jj straightens his green luigi hat, while john b’s camo vest is already halfway sliding off.
you lean forward between the seats, resting your chin near rafe’s shoulder. “hey, do you guys mind waiting in line while we fix our makeup and hair?”
he hands you the keys without looking. “yeah, yeah. we’ll be watchin’ ya,” he mutters.
he’s not really in costume—just his usual kook attire: dark slacks, a fitted black polo, and a sleek watch.
“i told you to be batman,” you tease, eyeing his outfit.
he shrugs. “what? i am batman. bruce wayne.”
you roll your eyes. he smirks, knowing he wins.
the boys get out first, stretching and grumbling about the cold. john b and jj are shirtless under their costumes—something about it being more the vibe. jj swings open the door for you girls to get out after. the second they leave, you all dive back into final touch-up mode.
you check your reflection in the rearview mirror, fixing your cat ears with a smirk. “can’t believe we actually pulled these together last minute…”
“jj literally had mario and luigi hats lying around his house,” kie says, blotting her lip combo.
“my deer antlers are from a costume i wore when i was thirteen. space buns just make it look a lot less tragic,” sarah adds, dusting more highlighter across her cheekbones.
you finish with your powder and everyone piles out of the truck.
as you’re heading toward the club line, a random guy with a mini mic and a cameraman stops in front of you.
“hey! can i ask you a few questions for a youtube video?” he grins, mic already up.
ooo this oughta be fun, you think. “sure,” you nod eagerly, glancing back at sarah and kie, who are already giggling.
“what’s your name?”
you tell him, and he repeats it before moving on. “what’s something you wouldn’t want your future husband to know about you?”
you smile confidently, tilting your head. “nothing, ’cause i’m perfect. beautiful. and amazing.”
kie laughs in front of you, and sarah whistles.
you don’t even notice that rafe and jj have wandered on over until rafe speaks up.
“yo, what’s this?” he asks, stepping up next to the youtuber.
“just an interview,” the guy says quickly, eyes going wide as jj joins him, arms crossed and unimpressed.
you open your mouth to say something else, but then rafe’s hand slides across your chest— landing just over your breast. not groping, just possessive. casual, almost, like it belonged there. he uses the motion to guide you away, hand lingering just long enough to make a point.
“yeah, just doing an interview…” the youtuber repeats nervously, looking at jj.
“mhm. okay.” rafe gives him a tight smile and nod. he then pats the guy’s chest twice—firm but not too aggressive. just enough.
jj claps the cameraman’s shoulder and steers sarah and kie away too. rafe slides his hand into yours as you walk toward the line.
“you were really going to flirt just for content?” he mutters, though there’s no real heat in it.
you glance up at him, grinning. “not seriously, but maybe just a little.” he squeezes your hand, shaking his head with a soft laugh.
you all rejoin john b at the end of the line. the music’s thumping from inside the club already, lights pulsing across the street, and your cat ears catch the glow from a passing car. rafe stands behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped lazily around your waist.
bruce wayne, you think to yourself, smiling. yeah, sure.
a/n: hehe i feel i might've gone a little overboard with the gifts, but today issss my birthday (07/09) sorry late release hehe... i kept messing w my parents that they were getting me a car even tho they obviously weren't— it was just funny to say so LMAOAO that's it thank you kisses for everyoneee <33
you wake up slowly. no alarm, no noise— just the weight of rafe’s arm tightly around your waist and light kisses from your ear down to your arm.
“happy birthday, baby,” he mumbles, rough and sleepy. he kisses you again, starting at the curve of your neck, then your cheek and shoulder, like he doesn’t want to stop. he rubs his hands over your belly, comforting enough to keep you glued to the bed. he gives a quick peck to your lips before getting up to set something special for breakfast.
a little later, he walks in steady with a tray of food. your favorite smoothie’s there— the one only rafe can make just right. beside it, a plate of waffles topped with strawberries, bacon, and a perfectly fried egg, warm and stacked. he sets it in front of you with a sweet grin. your legs are crossed as you wait patiently.
“hydration, baby,” he mumbles, nodding at the glass of water on the nightstand.
you kiss him before touching the food. “this is cute. thank you, hon.” he shrugs, cocking his head. “my girl deserves it all on her special day.” you lean into him as you scan the tray, deciding where to start.
he leans back against the headboard, running his hand along your lower back while you eat. he watches you silently, letting you do your thing. even accepting a few bites. “nothing big planned, just like you asked. just us today, yeah?” he says softly. you nod, tearing a bite of your bacon.
late afternoon, he tells you to get dressed. “nothing fancy,” he says, tossing you one of his hoodies. “just come with me, my love.”
next thing you know, you’re walking down the deck with his hands over your eyes, your nails almost digging into his forearms out of slight fear.
“rafe,” you laugh nervously, “if you let me fall—”
“i won’t. you know i got you.” and he’s right. you trust rafe more than yourself sometimes. you relax your body, your arms falling to your sides.
he leans into your ear. “alrighty. open those pretty eyes for me.” he pulls his hands away and wraps them around your torso.
on the boat deck: a giant bouquet of white roses and pink lilies, a handful of luxury shopping bags— hermes, dior, chanel, coach… all neatly arranged behind the flowers. two small cartier boxes sit next to them. but right in front, a black mercedes-benz key tied with a white silk bow.
you gasp, your hands landing on his over your stomach. you twist to face him. “rafe. what is this.”
he pulls you close, smirking innocently. “a little something.”
“you’re not serious!” you pout, holding your breath, tears threatening.
“there’s more at the house. couldn’t fit everything on the boat.” he chuckles, kissing your head. you stand holding each other, admiring the extravagant display.
“is that a damn benz key?” your eyes widen; you hadn’t seen it before. he laughs deeply. “yeah… i figured your junker didn’t suit you anymore.”
“it’s too much, rafe. you can’t be serious— you’re ridiculous.”
“maybe. but you deserve every bit of it.” he tilts your head up, cups your face gently, and kisses you deeply. to you, he is the greatest gift of all.
later, the boat drifts slowly through calm waters, the sun dipping low beneath the horizon and painting the sky in soft shades of orange and pink. rafe reaches into the nearby mini fridge and pulls out a big cupcake. he lights the single candle he’d kept in his pocket, then turns to you, singing happy birthday quietly, almost shy.
you smile with your hands intertwined behind your back— just enjoying the memory being made. he finishes off the song and brings the cupcake closer to you.
"make a wish, baby." he says tenderly, a big loving smile spread across his face. you nod and think for a moment, what to wish for...
you blow it out, wishing that this would last forever. but deep down, it wasn't even something you had to wish for— you already knew it would. with rafe, you had everything. more than you ever dreamed of.
he leans in, brushing a kiss to your cheek. "what'd you wish for?"
you smile, resting your forehead against his. "nothing i don't already have."
he wraps his arms around you as the sky fades into lavender and blue hues and the water gently rocks the boat beneath you both. no music, no noise, no one else— just rafe. just him, just this. it was quiet, and perfect, and it was yours.
a/n: late... but hi!! got it done. i hope you all had a fun and safe fourdajulyyy :D
fourth of july. one of rafe's biggest enemies as a fireman. and especially in the outer banks. pogues setting off illegal fireworks on the cut and kooks throwing giant cookouts, half the damn island smelling like smoke and lighter fluid before sunset. it wasn't ideal for a man like him. a man who wanted nothing more than to get his kiss under the fireworks.
around 5pm, he texts to tell you that he got called in for standby. 'just until midnight.' a frown pulls at your lips, you text him back 'be safe. i love you.'
time passes slowly after that.
you sit on the porch, watching neighborhood kids toss water balloons and run barefoot through sprinklers. the smell of barbecue drifts from every direction— grills fired up, speakers turned too loud, people laughing a little too hard. one of your neighbors waves you over and insists you make a plate. you do. you end up running around the yard with the kids for a while.
but eventually, the crowd fades, the street quiets, and the sky starts to bloom with bursts of every color possible.
you curl up on the porch swing in one of rafe’s hoodies, thrown over your fourth of july fit— something you picked hoping he’d see it. fireworks going off without him. until they don't.
his truck pulls into the driveway, just a quarter past midnight. you're sitting up, going to lean against the porch post as he walks up to you.
he's still in his black duty tee, the sleeves pushed up, hair messy, eyes tired, but a softened smile pushes past his sleepiness.
"you’re late, cameron,” you say.
he just shrugs, leaning in to kiss your cheek. you hand him a half-melted bomb pop you saved for him. “your reward for protecting the city.” grinning, he takes a big bite, then takes your hand, dragging you to his truck.
you don't bother to ask where you're going. it doesn't matter. windows down, music playing loudly, the cold night air pushing through your fingers, fireworks still going off all around you. his hand glued to your thigh as he drives, occasionally smiling at you.
he pulls into a quiet beach you both liked— secluded and perfect. he helps you out of the truck and then clicks open the tailgate, lifting you up and settling you there. rafe goes back into the truck, digging for something. he finally comes back holding a bundle of sparklers.
“you stealing now?” you asked, raising a brow.
“confiscated them. technically mine.”
“confiscated from who?”
“some teenager lighting them inside his car.”
“okay, fair.”
he lights one and hands it to you. the sparks dance between your fingers, bright and hissing. he watches you instead of the sparkler. stray fireworks pop in the distance as he moves closer, then climbs up into the truck bed with you—settling behind you with his arms tight around you. he pulls you impossibly closer against him, his hand sliding over yours where you’re holding the sparkler.
he rests his chin on your head, "didn't miss it completely." you glance up at the fading trails of smoke in the night sky. "yeah, close enough." as the sparkler fizzles out, his fingers lift gently under your chin, tilting your face back to his. he leans in, finally, kissing you deeply.
People doing anything and fucking everything just to get pictures and videos of OBX in production. It’s actually very annoying cus personally I’ve gotten spoiled so many times on tt. So even getting those bts MAKES ME SO UGHHH like guys☹️
And bombarding the cast when you see them leaving set and shit like are we serious rn 🥀🥀 I get wanting to see them like yeah me too but let them breathe!!
Still very mad tiktok spoiled Jj’s death for me oh my GOSH.
