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─ torah .ᐟ 20s, uni student that sometimes writes, rafe's girl ✴︎ mdni.
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ⓘ rafe cameron.
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requests are open. interact!! i'd love to be friends
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"are you man enough" and its rafe cameron trying to fill ward's shoes with no guidance AAAAAAAAAHH
there's a first chapter of a college rafe smau in my drafts that has been sitting there since before time so the question is should i post it
you and rafe met at the gym, maybe through mutual friends, maybe because he couldn’t stop 'accidentally' taking the bench next to yours. now you’re best friends who flirt like it’s a sport and spend more time teasing each other than actually working out. he’s always sweaty, always grinning, and somehow always shirtless by the end of every hangout.
he’s the type to send you gym selfies captioned "form check?", it’s just an excuse to show off his biceps, and the type to dramatically flex whenever you tell him to carry something heavy.
t talks ; i've come back from the dead to give you something small... writer's block! help!!!!!!
I love ur account already I feel like ur gonna write my favourite stuff plsss do a series or something one day
thank you sm bby, i definitely want to do a series asap. i already have a half baked plan of one already... i'll write it one day
over 200 followers oh my god. i'm imagining 200 people in a room liking my writing and i just can't.
thank you endlessly bbys
YOU & GYMBRO!RAFE'S INSTAGRAM POSTS
ᝰ gymbro!rafe masterlist
t talks ; i hope you enjoy this little gymbro!rafe crumb. this !rafe comes so easy to me so definitely expect more of him soon i promiiiiise
btw rafe cameron got arrested so there are most likely mug shots of him in the kildare county database somewhere.
and i fucking NEED THEM.
✴︎ running into brothersbsf!rafe at a bar when you're still underage .ᐟ
"what the fuck are you doing here?" rafe barks, his hand wraps around your upper arm, dragging you into a dark corner away from your friends.
your brow furrows as you yank your arm back. "you dont have to grab me like that, god!" you exclaim, now rubbing a faint mark in the shape of rafe's hand.
his jaw ticks and he looks away nodding for a moment, "you shouldn't be here, shit, this isn't even one of the bars you go to with a fake y/n. and what if your brother sees you? he's here tonight"
you glance around before settling your gaze back on rafe's shadowed jaw, "well you're not gonna tell him, right?"
rafe runs his hand through his buzzed head, deliberation apparent over his features. you waited for his answer, praying he'd actually do you a solid for once.
he looked down and shook his head, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, "jesus. i won't tell him, only 'cause all he'll hear is that i was at the club with his sister."
you grinned at him wide, eliciting a smirk back before he motioned that he was watching you as he walked away, back to his friends.
t talks ; when i mean underage i mean like 18 or older but not 21 lol #america
1k notes on this is INSANE. thank u endlessly bbys.
my inbox says 3 but i only have 2 asks so whoever sent an ask you'll have to send it again i fear </3 !
introducing; GYMBRO!RAFE
a big beefy guy. loves cuddles. a goof. seems dumb most of the time. teen boy humour. classic golden retriever boy. usually in activewear. loves a gym mirror selfie. menace on the dance floor. belts out all of the words to fleetwood mac. loves stick insects. surprisingly emotionally intelligent. total mama's boy. constant backwards cap. prank wars are his love language. cried during how to train your dragon. physically incapable of whispering. says the friend zone doesn't apply to him. takes off his shirt to fix anything. has an emotional support hoodie.
he, does the little "pspspsps" noise to call animals… and sometimes you but you let him because you can hear him giggling to himself when he does.
he, loves science but isn't very good at the theory portion of it, has asked if frogs are considered a fish before.
he's, constantly asking “is this outfit okay?” and it’s literally just sweats and a tank top, it might be the huge biceps but he always looks good.
he, always needs to carry all the groceries in one trip, even if it’s cutting off circulation.
he, deeply believes he could survive in the wild with “just a knife and vibes," you'd beg to differ, he can't even handle gore and horror movies that are 'too messed up'.
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highkey meant to post this ages ago bcs its been on the masterlist for ages oops
introducing; GYMBRO!RAFE
a big beefy guy. loves cuddles. a goof. seems dumb most of the time. teen boy humour. classic golden retriever boy. usually in activewear. loves a gym mirror selfie. menace on the dance floor. belts out all of the words to fleetwood mac. loves stick insects. surprisingly emotionally intelligent. total mama's boy. constant backwards cap. prank wars are his love language. cried during how to train your dragon. physically incapable of whispering. says the friend zone doesn't apply to him. takes off his shirt to fix anything. has an emotional support hoodie.
he, does the little "pspspsps" noise to call animals… and sometimes you but you let him because you can hear him giggling to himself when he does.
he, loves science but isn't very good at the theory portion of it, has asked if frogs are considered a fish before.
he's, constantly asking “is this outfit okay?” and it’s literally just sweats and a tank top, it might be the huge biceps but he always looks good.
he, always needs to carry all the groceries in one trip, even if it’s cutting off circulation.
he, deeply believes he could survive in the wild with “just a knife and vibes," you'd beg to differ, he can't even handle gore and horror movies that are 'too messed up'.
ᝰ you & gymbro!rafe instagram posts
yes i rewatched the other zoey for the 5th time this year just for blonde college drew starkey
tempted to make a series or fic... i heart zach maclaren
yes i rewatched the other zoey for the 5th time this year just for blonde college drew starkey
UNDER THE SUNLIGHT
pairing ✴︎ brothersbsf!rafe x female!reader oneshot! ✴︎ stuck on a boat with your brother's best friend, does tension finally allow itself to boil over? word count ✴︎ 1.4k! content ✴︎ fluff!, brothersbsf!rafe, mutual pining i guess, author's attempted understanding of a boat layout, flirting, tensionnnn.
the smell of salt and your pineapple body wash filled the summer air. you're strewn across the yacht sofa, sunglasses on as you let the sun beat down on your bikini clad body.
rafe is at the helm, trying and failing not to look at you as you lounge around. you turn your head towards him, not even his ray-bans could hide his obvious gaze. but as soon as he sees your head turn, so does his.
you laugh to yourself as rafe descends the steps, meeting you at the deck.
"your brother's supposed to be here by now." he remarks, looming nearby, close enough to cast a shadow. you sit up and slide your sunglasses of your face, realising with every minute that passes, it’s more obvious he isn’t coming.
you chew your lip, "we're getting pretty far into sea, he's probably not gonna be able to get to us at this point."
rafe just nods in response, still looking out on the water in to the outline of the outerbanks, slowly growing less clear as the distance stretches.
the thought of being alone on this boat with rafe now becomes apparent to you, tension brimming the air between you as you both take in the situation at hand.
neither of you moves. the water rocks beneath the hull, slow and even, a rhythm that should feel calm but doesn’t.
he's still standing just at the edge of your space, it’s enough to make your pulse keep time with the water. you keep your eyes fixed on the horizon, pretending to study the way the light scatters across it.
you're trying to focus on anything else, the slight sway of the boat, the salt in the air, the way the distant shoreline is slowly blurring into haze, but it doesn’t help. every time the boat shifts, you feel him sneak a glimpse at you, as if he’s just as aware of the silence pressing between you.
a gull cuts across the sky and he finally breathes out, a small sound that feels louder than it should. “guess it’s just us then,” he says quietly.
you nod, still watching the water. “looks like it.”
another pause. the kind that hums.
he shifts, feet dry against the deck, and you feel that awareness again. how close he actually is, how the air between you feels heavier than it should.
rafe cameron, your older brother's best friend. he had always been around, always been annoying or funny or someone else to look up to. but as you got older, as rafe got taller, growing into his features, the air got thicker.
it was like some unspoken thing between the two of you, whenever your brother was around he was just the same old rafe you used to play pirates in the tanneyhill pool with. but the second your brother's presence faltered, something else hung between you.
like there was purpose in the stolen glances and protective gestures, especially when you finally graduated high school. the air began to felt heavier, suffocating, like if you waited long enough, time would just… stop. something would have to give. or someone.
you exhale through your nose, try to play it off, but the sound of it draws his eyes. for a second you meet his gaze, even under the sunglasses it’s too direct, too steady. your throat tightens, you look away first.
the boat drifts a little, the motion gentle but enough to make you reach for balance. you wonder if he can hear how loud your heartbeat sounds inside the quiet.
then rafe moves.
without a word, he turns and heads up toward the helm. the sound of the engine winds down, low and fading, until the only thing left is the steady slap of water against the hull. he cuts the motor completely, drops the anchor, and the boat settles into a slow, easy sway.
you watch him the whole time.
he comes back down to the deck, tossing his sunglasses beside you without much thought, then reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one clean motion.
you don’t even try to look away this time.
his skin is golden from the sun, shoulders broad, muscles shifting with every move. lean, cut, effortless. there’s a drop of sweat sliding down from his neck to his chest, catching the light before disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts.
he notices your gaze and smirks, the corner of his mouth tugging up like he’s caught you red-handed. and then he dives in; clean, unbothered, body cutting through the surface with a controlled splash.
a few seconds pass before he surfaces again, bangs wet over his face slightly, droplets catching the sunlight. “you comin’?” he calls, voice easy, grin wide.
you can’t help it. you grin, shaking your head as you push up from where you were sitting. the air feels lighter now, something unspoken cracking open between you. you kick off your slides, toss a quick glance his way, and then you jump.
the water hits cold and sharp, and when you come up for air, he’s already there. too close, smile lazy, eyes brighter than the ocean around him.
you barely get your bearings before a splash hits your face.
"hey!" you half scoff, blinking through the salt water. rafe's already grinning, backing up quickly like he didn't just start something.
"what?" he says, all faux innocence. "i didn't do nothin'"
you swipe your hand across the water and send a wave back at him, catching his shoulder. he laughs, loud, a sound you're not that used to hearing nowadays.
soon its both a mess of splashing and dodging, both of you half laughing and half trying to drown each other. the tension from before melting into something easier. you can't help but stare at water dripping down the sharp line of his jaw.
eventually, you both slow down, breathless and flushed, floating side by side. the water moves lazily between you, glinting gold in the late light. rafe looks over at you, grin still soft at the edges.
"you're trouble," he says almost quietly.
"you started it," you reply, kicking lightly towards him.
he hums, gaze dropping to the water before finding you again, "yeah but you kept it going."
the air between you feels different again, like tides changing, quieter, charged. like the laughter left something in its wake. he drifts closer without meaning to, you don't move away.
for a second there's nothing but the sound of the water and his breathing beside you. he tilts his head, staring again.
"you look good you know." he says finally, voice low. "like, this suits you..."
you narrow your eyes, a smile brimming your lips, "yeah?"
he hums in response before swimming to the boat and climbing back on again. your brow furrows for a second and you follow after, climbing up yourself while rafe goes back up to the deck and just stands there. facing away from you.
you catch up, "...rafe ?"
he looks down before turning around to face you, confusion is written all over your face until his palms cup your cheeks, slow and careful. confusion is replaced by shock and your lips part knowingly before he pulls you in, mouths almost meeting.
“can i kiss you?” he breathes, the words brushing against your lips and taking your breath with them. all you can manage is a small nod.
the first touch is slow, deliberate, like he’s giving you one last second to change your mind. his lips meet yours softly at first, barely there, more a question than a claim. but when you don’t pull away, when your fingers catch the edge of his shoulder, he deepens it.
it’s warm and unhurried, the kind of kiss that feels like it’s been waiting to happen. he tastes like salt and sunlight, his hand finding your jaw, thumb tracing the line of your cheek. the water rocks around you, gentle, the world shrinking down to the space between his breath and yours.
he kisses you again, slower this time, like he’s memorising the shape of it. there’s nothing rushed, nothing loud. just the quiet push and pull of it, the soft sound of water, the hum under your skin.
when he finally pulls back, it’s only far enough to rest his forehead against yours. his breath catches, half a laugh, half disbelief. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that,” he says, voice low.
you smile, stunned. still trying to breathe, the corner of your mouth brushing his. “yeah,” you reply. “i think i do.”
t talks ; can you tell i'm slightly intimidated by writing smut? idk one day i'll post a fic without deleting the smut part of the draft lol
Need more brothers!bsf fics from u girl!!💖💖
you must be reading my mind because i'm about to post exactly that rn! i hope you enjoy bbyy