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[angelicameron]

angelicameron

hi hi hi! welcome to my page! i wanna start writing but no promises that it will be regular or that it’ll be good! i’m always open to constructive criticism, but not rudeness. love you all!

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[angelicameron]

DREW STARKEY HAVE MY BABIES IM NOT PLAYING WITH YOUUH

[angelicameron]

-:“We could be together, forever.” Yearning prompts for your otp:-

By @me-writes-prompts

“Isn’t this what you wanted? For us to be apart and never see each other again?”

“You left and I stayed. You never looked back to see if I was still there.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you drifting away?”

Person A and Person B were always close, but the closeness was soon questioned by everyone. The question was, what were they? Friends or something more?

Person B having to stay silent about their feelings for Person A because they didn’t want to ruin what they had for what they could have.

“We could be something more than this. Something we both want, something we both feel.”

Person A having to watch the Person B having a romantic partner, while they have feelings for them but they can’t tell them because Person B is happy and that’s what they had always wanted.

“So, tell me, what do you feel for me?” “You know the answer. You know it all.” “I want to hear you say it. It’s now or never.”

“I want us to be…be lovers. Please. I don’t want to hate you. I can’t, I never did, and never will.”

[angelicameron]

CONGRATS ON ALL YOUR FOLLOWERS 🥳🎉👏!

Christmas prompts please? :) The reader has been getting on Rafes nerves all day thinking it was funny and when she asked him for a kiss he kept denying her 😭 so she put up a mistletoe and that's where prompt 1 and 3 comes in perhaps? :) when you have time ofc I know you're busy ❤!

𐙚 “too bad, it’s tradition.” — rafe cameron

pairing — rafe x fem!reader

word count — 0.5k

warnings — maybe cussing?? otherwise nothing.

a/n — i switched it around slightly, i hope you don’t mind! i just loved the idea of how rafe would be so smug putting the mistletoe there!

you groaned, walking out of the kitchen. you had been helping the cameron’s bake for christmas. sarah forced you to help out so she didn’t have to do it alone, and you weren’t sure why you even let her force you into it. most likely because rafe was boyfriend and you were going to be here with him all day anyways. and then the two of you started getting on each others nerves, so that’s when you left him alone in his room so you could help sarah bake.

“thank you again!” sarah calls out before you disappear through the threshold and into the foyer.

“you’re welcome!” you smile, unsuspecting to what was in front of you… or above you. you look up and jump back just before you were to slam into rafe. you clutch your chest, panting as he stares at you, an evil smirk plastered on his face.

“jesus, rafe!” you shove him, but he barely even wobbles. “you scared the hell out of me,” you exclaim, still hearing your heartbeat in your ears. he doesn’t even apologize, just looks at you. you look at him confused for a moment before looking up at the frame, taking notice of the pretty little mistle toe that hangs there.

“now who the fuck placed this thing here?” you grumble, though you’re positive you already know the answer to that.

“me, i did. i placed it here,” rafe shrugs, a smile still laid out on his face. you raise your eyebrows at him, crossing your arms. “oh yeah?” you lean back, giving your whole attitude some… more attitude.

rafe tried to play smug, placing his arms behind his back, leaning in towards you, his lips pouting for you to kiss him. you snort, looking him up at down.

“i’m not kissing you,” you point. rafe stands up straight, his face turns to a scowl as he glares at you.

“too bad, it’s tradition,” rafe shrugs, staring at you intensely. you purse your lips to stop from smiling, but you failed, a smile playing on your lips as you looked up at rafe. he simply smiles back, closing the gap between the two of you. his hands are on either side of your cheeks, his lips pressing to yours in a sweet yet passionate kiss. you smile into the kiss and rafe takes the opportunity to grab your hip with a hand and tilt you back like grooms do with their brides.

you squeal and grab onto him so you don’t fall down, his lips still on yours. he quickly brings you back up, pulling away before pecking one last kiss to your lips.

“still mad at me?” rafe smirks knowingly, you playfully roll your eyes at him.

“nope. are you still mad at me?” you look up at him, giving him your best sad eyes. rafe laughs, shaking his head as he dips his head down to your fave again. “never,” he says through his smile as he leans in, capturing your lips in another kiss.

🏷️ @jjmaybankisbae @drewstarkeyslut @spookyscaryspoon @f4ll-for-you @angelofcigs @rafescokenostril

[angelicameron]

J.M / ALL MY FAULT

pairings: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

summary: Jj convinces you to go surfing with him during a storm, you end up hurt and he feels awful.

a/n: this is kinda shitty and not at all proofread so i’m sorry but i love the idea of this js wish i wrote it better.

warning: mentions of blood and bruises, let me know if there should be others.

“oh come on y/n stop being such a baby” Jj teased. there was a bad storm coming but he was still trying to convince me to go surfing with him. “i love you Jayj but we’re gonna die if we surf right now, this is meant to be a really bad storm, after the storms cleared up i’ll surf with you, yeah?” i tried reasoning. “oh come on pleaseeee” he begged. “fine if it’ll shut you up” i mumbled but i couldn’t stop myself from slightly smiling as i saw how happy he got.

once we got out to the water i had a bad feeling. “J the waves are huge” i pointed out, hoping he’d change his mind. “it’ll be fine love, calm down” he responded as he kissed my temple and put his arm around me. “come on let’s go catch this wave it looks like it’ll be a good one”.

after a while of surfing you were starting to enjoy yourself as the worry faded, but then just as you were trying to catch a wave, it was so bad it pushed you right over and you fell off your surfboard. “Y/N” i heard Jjs muffled voice shout. i started to panic. i was too scared to actually swim properly so i was flailing around and could get back to the surface. just as i got back up another wave came and knocked me over again. i hit my face on my surfboard really hard then fell underwater again. Jayj swam towards me and pulled me back up for air. “shit angel are you okay?” he said while wiping the blood away from my nose, caused by hitting it just before. i was shaking, crying and i couldn’t get the words out so i just shook my head. J held me tight and grabbed our boards and quickly headed back home while the waves were calm for a moment.

when we got back he sat me on the counter in the bathroom and started cleaning me up. “shh it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay” he said trying to comfort me, but he sounded like his voice cracked in the middle of it, it sounded like he was, crying? by now i had started to calm down and had regulated my breathing. “i know my face just hurts a bit, are you okay though? you sound like you’re about to cry” i sniffled. he’s been avoiding eye contact the whole time and now is avoiding my question. “Jay?” i question and put my hand on his chin to lift his face up. i see a stray tear fall. “what’s wrong baby?” i ask calmly. he takes a deep breath before answering “this is all my fault” he mumbles so quietly it’s barely audible. “what?” i gasp, completely dumbfounded that he would even think for a second that any of this is his fault, how could it be? “this is all my fault y/n! i forced you into coming surfing with me even though there was a storm and now you’ve hurt your pretty little face” he slightly raised his voice, sounding panicked, as he gently runs his hand over my, now bruised, cheekbone. “this isn’t your fault Jayj i promise, i know you’d never intentionally let me get hurt, it’s okay.” i said, hoping it would make him feel better about the situation. “now let’s go just relax and watch a movie for a bit love”

[angelicameron]

Hi, I've never done this before so my apologies if I don't do it correctly. Would you be able to do #1 under fluff with Rafe please? Maybe the reader is stressed because everyone wants to celebrate the holidays and she is in college/has finals? I don't know! But either way, I hope you have a good day. Thank youuuu

❆☃︎ merry finals — rafe cameron

PLEASEEEEE. rafe on his knees for kie will always fuck me uuuppp. idk how she didn’t fold.

pairings — rafe x college!reader

word count — 0.6k

warnings — cussing, mentions of sex, lots of fluff!

a/n — no worries lovey, you did this perfectly! i hope you enjoy it <3

sare bear 🧸🤍

you should come to the chateau! we are doing a secret santa and we all voted to have you here!

the worst time of year for you was the holidays. you don’t mean to be a scrooge, holidays just get so overwhelming because there’s so much school stuff you have to try and get caught up on. it’s finals and all you wanted to focus on was making sure you were plenty ready for them.

but of course, all your friends, and boyfriend included were trying to make christmas plans, family get together’s, shopping trips. you were becoming overwhelmed rather quickly, trying to balance the holidays with your friends and rafe, plus trying to study for finals. eventually the floodgates came crashing down as you sat at the desk, pencil laid on the previously crumpled paper.

you laid your head in your hands, sobbing, letting your body rid of the emotions. you wanted to escape, and hang out with your friends but you felt these finals keeping you back in lock and chain.

the bedroom door opened quietly, revealing your boyfriend. he had a feeling he heard you crying and came to check it out. turns out he was right.

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” rafe runs up to your side, putting his hands on your arms softly, squatting down to your level. you shake your head, still buried in your hands. more tears kept falling and you just the tightness in your chest to stop.

“i just want to have fun. i want to spend time with you, spend time with the pogues. but these finals have me in a fucking headlock.” you sobbed out to your boyfriend. rafes hand began moving in comforting circles across your back. he hated seeing you cry. he hated to see you stressed.

“hey, listen to me,” rafe takes your hands in his, encouraging you to look at him. you blink a few times, lifting your head and looking at him through wet lashes and glossy eyes.

“you are the smartest girl i have ever met. these finals don’t stand a chance with you. don’t even worry about them right now, alright? go hang out with the pogues for a while,” he states, seemingly trying not to fake gag when he mentions pogues. despite you being a pogue yourself, he still didn’t like you hanging out with the others. he was always positive jj had a major crush on you and that the pogues would eventually turn you against rafe.

“then when you come back home tonight, we will have a movie night,” rafe suggests, smiling softly as he gives your hands a reassuring squeeze. rafe always knew how to make you feel better. even if it meant fucking your pretty little brain out.

you look up your boyfriend, your bottom lip pouted as you sniffle, “can you hug me?” you ask sweetly and rafe’s heart nearly shatters. he wastes no time, grabbing your wrists and standing you up so you he can pull you into his warm embrace.

“you never have to ask for a hug, baby,” rafe assures, laying his head on the top of yours. you hug him back tightly, sniffling against his chest as you reel in how lucky you are to have someone like rafe in your life.

“i’ll drive you to the pogues, alright?” he pulls his tarps back to look at your face. you look up at him, smiling and nodding. he takes your hand and takes you to the chateau.

you had the best time with the pogues and a great movie night with rafe. you were beyond thankful rafe pushed you to get out of the house and get away from the stress of college. although finals will still be waiting for you, it doesn’t even surpass how good it was to escape that for a while.

🏷️ @jjmaybankisbae @drewstarkeyslut @rafescokenostril @f4ll-for-you @angelofcigs @spookyscaryspoon

[angelicameron]

❅*❆ ₊⋆ merry christmas from the starkey’s! — d.s

pairing — drew starkey x fem!reader

word count — 1.8k

warnings — minor cussing if any, lots of fluff, allusions to sex, talks of getting pregnant, slightly suggestive at the end, mentions of sex, not proofread!

a/n — okay i LOVED writing this omg. i need drew for christmas :’(

growing up with drew had its ups and downs. the two of you were best friends growing up, despite you being younger than him and closer to mackaylas age. drew was always such a character. he always knew how you make you laugh. in fact, he was the first person you called when your high school boyfriend broke up with you. drew was there within minutes, making you laugh like nothing bad had even happened

his mom and your mom were best friends growing up which is exactly how you grew up with the starkey family. you and drew were close growing up, even throughout college. and then he got a big break when he was casted in outer banks. the constant filming, location changes, and several interviews across the globe had drifted you two apart. you stayed in contact throughout it all, but it sucked not being able to hang out with him... like ever.

but, somewhere along the way, you and drew started dating. it was between season 1 and 2 of outer banks, and it honestly all happened really fast, it was crazy but you were so glad it happened. the two of you had been together about three years now and were currently on your way to see your families for christmas, a tradition you've been doing for years. ever since drew's parents got a divorce, his mom would bring him and his siblings to your house for christmas. it was honestly your favorite tradition, you guys played games, opened presents and watched christmas movies.

hand in hand, you and drew walked up to the door. your knuckles lifted, rapping the door a few times before opening the door. this was your parents house after all. as soon as you and drew enter, everyone grows quiet. you pop your head around the corner, seeing the whole gang in the living room, watching the front door to see who you were.

"drew and y/n are here!" everyone shouts happily, all jumping up to greet you both. you and drew take your shoes off, hugging and saying hello to your families.

"we missed you guys!" jodi hugs you both tightly, your mom waiting next patiently for her hug. you smile sweetly and lean in, giving your mom a tight hug. with drew's filming schedule, you don't get see your family often. you give mackayla, logan, and brooke hugs before moving onto your own siblings. your oldest brother, grayson, your other older brother, silas, and your youngr sister aaliyah.

"how have you guys been?" jodi asks after the pleasantries, backing up to give you and drew some space to take off your coats and such.

"we've been really good! life's crazy, but it's been good," drew smiles, nodding as you all follow each other into the living room. mackayla goes over to the little bassinet and softly cradles their baby girl in her arms. she turns around, smiling at you and drew, approaching you two with the newest baby girl.

"oh my gosh," you look at the tiny little baby, all adorable in her outfit. it always blows your mind how a human can be so small.

"hi Lili, it's so nice to meet you," tears well in your eyes. you couldn't help it, she was so small and precious. mackayla smiles up at you, handing her over to you. you take happily, but carefully, cradling the little one in your arms. drew peers over, looking at his niece with a grin on his face.

"she's so precious, mackayla," you pout, lili wrapping her small fingers around your thumb.

"oh, don't cry!" mackayla exclaims, bringing you and lili into a quick hug.

"i can't help it! she's so itty bitty and precious," you sniffle, looking down at her yet again. she was only only a couple months old and already looked so much like her mama.

"well you guys are next!" mack winks, making you and drew look at each other, eyes wide, crazed looks on your faces. you and drew wanted kids together but life was just so crazy right now. with his filming schedule, and you just stepping into acting, it wasn't possible right now.

you continued to admire the small baby as you and drew made your way over to a couch, sitting down and finally relaxing your legs after a long flight. you gently run the infants fingers, the same fingers that were still gripping your thumb. for such a tiny human, especially one who is sleeping, she had a good grip on your thumb.

you guys continued to chat with your families. drew’s arm was draped around your shoulders. every so often he would glance and admire you and lili. how you’d hold her, shush her softly, the way you admire her. he wanted to have kids with you so bad, it physically hurt. he wanted to come home after a long day and see you curled up on the couch with your newborn. he wanted to see you become a mom because there’s no doubt in his mind you’d make the best one.

dinner time rolled around, everyone feasting, and you still held Lili happily. you had given her to mackayla a few times for her to be fed, but then you’d steal her right back. as a new, exhausted mom, mackayla didn’t mind. she did try to get you to hand her over during dinner because she didn’t want you trying to eat with a newborn in hand. she struggled with it herself and encouraged you to enjoy eating in peace and you simply told her you were. you loved cradling Lili. you didn’t mind one bit. in fact, you remember when you and mack were younger and you two would talk about being moms one day and you were so proud she had finally made her dream come true.

you and drew flopped lazily onto the couch after stuffing your faces. the group was about to gather in the living room to open presents and you were anxious about the present you had to present to everyone. not anxious in a bad way, just anticipatory.

“how you doin’ baby?” drew asks while its just the two of, smiling and massaging her head gently. you close your eyes, smiling and laying your head against the back of the couch. “i’m perfectly content,” you smile lazily, feeling extremely tired from how much you ate.

“how’re you?” you pat his thigh.

“perfectly content,” he grins. you smile and shake your head. you start leaning in and drew meets you halfway, your lips pressing together softly in a sweet kiss.

“look at the lovebirds,” logan teases, the rest of the families in tow behind him. drew makes a face at him, making you and logan laugh. everyone takes a seat wherever, the load of presents sitting under the large tree.

“uh,” drew clears his throat as soon as everyone has found a seat. he repositions himself anxiously. he’s not even sure why he’s anxious. it wasn’t a bad surprise. it’s just the fact that you and him had saved the news specifically for this day.

“y/n and i have a special announcement to make…” drew looks around at his family, and yours. everyone looks about ready to jump out of their seats now. your moms and jodi’s eyes are wide, assuming you’re about to announce a pregnancy.

your families wait in anticipation, watching you with confusion. you reach carefully into your bra, taking out the jewelry item and sliding it onto your ring finger, your families stare with dropped jaws, waiting anxiously.

“we’re getting married!” you shout happily, shooting your hand in the air, displaying the ring.

“oh my God!” everyone shouts various happy things, standing up and practically jumping up and down. you and drew look at each other, smiling before sharing the joy with the rest of your families.

“let me see it!” brooke squawks happily, prancing up to you guys. you smile, passing your hand over to her. she gasps as she takes your hand in hers. staring at the diamonds.

“oh my God! it’s gorgeous!” she gasps again, staring closely and approving of the ring. everyone takes turns admiring your ring up close, congratulating you and drew. this was your favorite, and it seemed to get better every year. last year mack was pregnant, this year you and drew are engaged. you got to announce it in front of your whole family and celebrate christmas and your engagement and you wouldn’t trade anything for the world.

after that, everyone sat around opening presents and thanking each other for the gifts. once all the presents started, a war broke out throwing crumpled and balled up wrapping paper, throwing it at whoever. mack got the easy way out since she had Lili, so no one threw any wrapping paper at her.

at the end of the night, you all sat in the living room watching christmas movies. home alone, polar express, and so on. you and drew were sat on the loveseat, his back against the arm of the seat. you sat between his legs, your back against his chest and his arms wrapped around you securely. during the movie, you’d often look over at mack and lili, and once again, you’d admire that tiny little human her and garrett created. she was just so small and precious and absolutely adorable.

drew notices your stolen glances toward the infant, his arms wrapping around you a little tighter. he cranes his neck to bring his lips to your ear. “do you still want to have kids?” drew whispers in your ear. the sensation tickles but you try not to draw attention to yourselves.

“of course i do,” you nod, leaning in closer to drew’s body.

“when?” he whispers again, his hand drawing circles in your clothed ribcage. you suck in a deep breath, your heart beginning to race. was he really trying to do this in a room with your families? tease you, torture you. he was a lot like his character rafe in that way.

“well,” you swallowed, “not now.” you attempted to focus on the movie, but drew was making it hard. the way he traced patterns on your body, the way he was breathing in your ear.

“we could practice the baby making,” he suggests, making you snort.

“drew,” you whispered, quietly laughing, “we’ve been practicing for years,” you looked around the living room. everyone was still paying attention to home alone, thank God.

“well i meant we could fit in another practice session tonight,” drew smirks, chuckling lightly. you smack his arm playfully, blushing furiously.

“deal. if you stop pestering me in front of your families,” you laugh, shaking your head. “deal,” he whispers before leaning back, letting you relax into his embrace again. you were so beyond blessed. sitting in the living room with your fiancé, his family, your family. you couldn’t wait to start a family with drew.

🏷️ @jjmaybankisbae @drewstarkeyslut @spookyscaryspoon @angelofcigs @rafescokenostril @f4ll-for-you

[angelicameron]

hi honey! congrats on 500💘💘

can i request prompt 7 and 8 from fluff? with rafe just being a sweetheart with his girl

⊹ ࣪ ˖୨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ “mine, forever and always.” — rafe cameron

fuck i need his lips on mine. he was so drew coded in this movie.

pairing — soft!rafe x fem!reader

word count — 0.4k

warnings — none

a/n — thank you lovey <3 i’m sorry this is short but i just thought it was better/cute to write something a little shorter with these prompts!

you came home from your day trip - turned shopping spree with sarah. you had set your things beside the door, shutting it behind you. the house was unusually quiet. usually rafe had the tv on somewhere, or had music on while he worked out in the garage.

you furrow your brows as you bask in the silence. where the hell was he? he usually told you if he was going to go out, but you never got a text from him.

"rafe?" you called out, walking into the kitchen to find nothing. you decided to check your bedroom upstairs, maybe he was- you turned the knob of your and rafe's shared bedroom and your eyes fell on his peaceful, sleeping body.

wittle baby taking a nap, you thought

you smiled a little to yourself, walking over to the bed carefully. you lean over the bed, placing one knee on the mattress to balance yourself. you lean over rafe's body, kissing his cheek several times. he stirs around, stretching for a moment before his eyes land on you. he looks at you confused with squinted eyes for one second before his eyes widen and he smiles sleepily. you smile back at him just as his arms wrap around you, pulling you down onto the bed with him.

“well hello to you too, baby,” you giggle, snuggling into rafe’s side.

“can’t help it, my favorite part of the day is seeing your face,” rafe admits, nuzzling his face into your neck. as if you thought you could not love this man more… your heart just doubled in size for him.

“i love you so much,” you grab his face softly, pressing several kisses to his lips over and over.

“i love you more,” he replies, going in for more kisses. you two lay there for a moment, kissing each other softly, your hands cupping each others faces.

rafe pulls away, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. his eyes are soft as he smiles, “you’re my favorite person,” he says. you knew a long time ago, but this confirms that this is the man you need to spend the rest of your life with.

“and you’re mine, rafe. forever and always,” you smile, leaning in and pressing your lips to rafe’s once again. how did you get so lucky? what did you do to deserve him? because he was definitely a keeper in your books.

and the best part - he thought those exact same things about you.

🏷️ @jjmaybankisbae @drewstarkeyslut @spookyscaryspoon @rafescokenostril @angelofcigs @f4ll-for-you

[angelicameron]

emergency

words: 1.2k

warnings: single mom!reader (request)

taglist: @drewstarkeyslut @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @winterrrnight @drudyslut @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450 @babygorewhore @vanessa-rafesgirl @michelleisheres-blog

“oh fuck…” you look at your phone after it buzzed for the third time. “i-i have to go, i’m sorry rafe.” you stand up.

“what? whats wrong?” rafe asks, not waiting for your answer before tossing some cash on the table, plenty to cover the bill and a tip for the inconvenience of rushing out mid dinner.

“it’s an emergency, i just need to get back home.” you explain, hands shaking as you exit the restaurant. you were so excited originally to go with on this date with rafe, the restaurant was upscale and you chose the perfect dress for the occasion.

“hey, baby.” rafe calls after you.

you dig into your purse as you approach your car until you finally find your keys. you pull them out but fumble, dropping them to the floor.

“baby, you can’t drive like this.” rafe says, snatching the keys off the ground before you can get to them first.

“i have to get home rafe, stop!” you shout, temper starting to flare as the minutes tick by.

“then let me drive you.” rafe says, looking just as concerned as you feel right now. 

“fine.” you groan. you know rafe well enough to know that when decides something, he doesn’t back down easily, and he has decided that you can’t get yourself home with the state you’re in. if only he knew what the reason behind the nerves was.

rafe opens up the car door, not even caring about leaving his vehicle here as you run around to the passenger seat. you don’t make any small talk, sending a quick text back in response to your cousin while giving rafe directions. 

he pulls into your driveway, surprised by how close you live, considering that all the dates that you’ve gone on in the past, you’ve insisted on driving yourself, to the point where you’ve been seeing rafe for almost four months now and he didn’t even know where you lived until this moment.

rafe throws the car into park as you hop out the vehicle, only pausing when you realize rafe is getting out too. 

“i’ll call an uber for you back to the restaurant.” you say. “just… wait out here.”

“y/n, if it’s an emergency, let me come in and help.” rafe says, as your ears pick up the cries coming from inside, but judging by rafes face, he hasn’t heard it yet. 

“no-no. i got this rafe.” you say firmly.

“what more do i have to do to prove how serious i am about us?” rafe asks, throwing his hands up, just as the door opens behind you.

you turn to the door, then back to rafe, seeing the confusion on his face, before running up to the door. you scoop your daughter out of your cousins arms, her sobs instantly lessening to a quiet cry as her grabby hands grip your dress.

“i’m so sorry, she woke up and would not calm down.” your cousin says.

“it’s okay.” you shake your head. “you can head home, i’ll venmo you for tonight.”

“hey, no worries.” your cousin shakes her head, giving you a hug and giving your daughter a kiss on the top of her head before heading away, sending a glance to rafe but staying quiet as his eyes remain on you, on the baby in your arms.

“mamas here, it’s okay baby girl.” you coo, bouncing your daughter as her cries lessen and then eventually stop.

“mama? that’s your daughter?” rafe asks.

“yes.” you hold your head high, despite how defeated you fell. “so you can just go now.”

“go?” rafe moves closer until he’s standing next to you in the doorway. he glances down at your daughter, who is looking up at him with big, curious eyes. “why would i go?”

“well, now that you know i’m a single mom i figured you-”

“you figured wrong.” rafe interrupts you. “i’m not just going to leave because you have a child. i’m only upset that you never told me.”

“i didn’t want to bring you into her life, let her get attached to you only for you to leave like her dad did.” you explain, shifting how you’re holding your daughter, hoping she goes back to sleep soon so you can have the conversation with rafe that you know is needed.

“i won’t, y/n.” rafe says seriously, his face showing the strength of his statement. “i’m not just going to run away from you, or from her.”

you feel tears well in your eyes, and you don’t hold them back. you like rafe a lot, and from what you’ve seen on the dates you’ve been on with him, he puts family before anything else, family that would include your daughter if given the chance.

“whats her name?”

“brynne. and she’s eight months old.”

“so she was three months when we met?” rafe asks, and you nod yes, moving through the threshold. rafe follows you in, shutting the door behind you, eyes sweeping around your home now that he’s finally in it for the first time.

“listen, rafe. i’m really sorry i didn’t tell you before. i was just worried you’d judge me for being a young single mom, and i’m so protective of her.” “it’s okay.” rafe shakes his head. “i get it.”

“thank you.” you smile, despite the tears still staining your cheeks. you hold brynne with one arm as you raise your hand to rafes cheek, glad that you’ve still got your heels on as you’re able to press your lips against his, quickly accepted by rafe as he kisses back.

you let yourself calm now that your mouth is against his. you pull away to rest your head against his shoulder.

“i should get her to bed, and then we can talk.” you offer.

“can i carry her to bed?” rafe asks, a small smile on his face as he looks down at brynne. “i’d like to hold her, if that’s okay.”

“yeah.” you smile, shifting so rafe can take your daughter from your arms. you cover your mouth with a giggle upon seeing how tiny she looks in his big arms.

“hi brynne, i’m rafe. your moms boyfriend.” rafe tells her, his voice soft and higher than normal when speaking to the baby.

“boyfriend, huh?” you question, raising an eyebrow. you never officially gave your relationship a title, but it seems like rafe has decided that for you.

“you heard me.” rafe smiles back, causing a blush to flare over your cheeks.

“now lets get you to bed, little one.” rafe bounces your daughter gently as he walks further into the house. 

you can’t let go of your smile as you watch your boyfriend and your daughter together, the months of worry now leading to something that you’re going to work to keep great.

“you coming?” rafe turns when he notices you aren’t following him.

“yeah.” you nod, rushing over to lay your hand on rafes back, leaning over him slightly to look at your daughter as well while you walk. “i love you.”

“was that to me or brynne?” rafe asks.

you look up at him, his blue eyes shining back brightly. 

“both.”

[angelicameron]

hi!!! grumpy!rafe x sunshine!reader with beach prompt 4. their having a beach day with topper, his gf, kelce, and a few other kooks!! reader is begging rafe to come swim and he’s like absolutely not, but he ends up folding and swimming with reader 🥹 (sorry if this sucks, i’ve never requested anything before!!! i love your writing though❤️)

༺ ˎˊ- “please come in the water,” — rafe cameron

pairing — grumpy!rafe x sunshine!reader

word count — 0.5k

warnings — fluff! maybe a bit suggestive? not really tho lol

a/n — thank you so much, baby 🤍 i loved this request, it was so much fun to write!

the sun was hot, the sand was hot, but the water was just perfect. you had come to the beach with rafe, topper, his new girlfriend, mia, and kelce. as soon as you got here, you had been begging rafe to come in the water. it just looked so inviting, the second you all got to the beach, you were running off to the water.

“rafe don’t be lame!” you chirped, moving your arms playfully, letting the water envelop your shoulders to your toes.

“you do know sharks swim in that water, right?” topper turns to you. you rolled your eyes and swam around trying to think of ways to get rafe to come into the water with you.

“please come in the water,” you whined, looking at your boyfriend. he sat in a beach chair, only swim trunks on. his abs were on full display for you, causing you to lick your lips and stare.

“eyes are up here baby,” rafe smirks, looking at you. you snap out of it, looking at him and whining again. you whined often to get your way, and it usually worked.

“why did you wear swim trunks to the beach if you aren’t even going to get in?!” you motioned. rafe stood up, rubbing his hands over his face.

“alright, alright! i’m coming in,” he groaned, whispering something to topper and trudging down the beach and into the water, where he met you.

he stood in front of you, so tall and tan, you just wanted to touch him. “there. ‘ya happy now?” rafe grumbles, looking at you. you smiled happily, nodding and jumping into his arms. your legs around his waist, arms around his neck, his arms tightened around your waist.

“i’m very happy now,” you smiled, eyes bright as you looked at your boyfriend and into his sweet blue eyes. rafe had his moments, especially with people that weren’t you, but he was your baby. he was your cuddly little bear, even if he didn’t want to, he did it all for you.

“i love you,” you whisper against his lips, basking in the intimate moment between you two. your heart raced, your stomach fluttered and your skin ignited. rafe always had this affect on you. he didn’t even have to try, he could breathe a certain way and you’d be melting for him.

“i love you more,” rafe responds, lips touching and breaths heavy. the two of you close the gap, linking your lips together in a searing kiss. your hands find the back of rafe’s buzzed hair, using this to bring him impossibly closer to you. his arms were still wrapped tightly and securely around your back, his large arms practically swallowing you.

“get a room you two!” topper groans, rolling his eyes playfully. “remember not to get too touchy! sharks’ll come up and bite your ding dong!” topper calls out to rafe. you snort against rafe’s lips, just as he brings his hand up and flips topper the bird.

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[angelicameron]

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[angelicameron]

List of “it’s all about the kisses but add just a lil’ flavouring to it” prompts 

Character B pulling Character A closer by the small of their back/their waist as things get extremely heated (FUCKING JUST TAKE ME RIGHT THEN AND THERE YES YES YES YE SYE E-FJEWOINFW’LFNK i am malfuncTIONING YOUR HONOUR-)

Character A carding their fingers through Character’s hair 

Character A letting slip soft little noises as they kiss 

Character B letting their lips wander all over Character A’s face before pressing their lips against theirs again, stealing their breath away with another kiss

Character A’s hands slipping up Character B’s shirt, palms splaying on their back; fingers tracing down their spine

Character A giggling when Character B trails kisses down to their neck because they’re sensitive/ticklish there, which causes Character B to laugh along with them (LKNEWFLKNWFEN PLEAAASSSEEE I WILL CRYERWUIRB)

Character A pulling Character B closer by the nape of their neck

Smiling/laughing into the kiss (JUST. YES. YES. YES. A MILLION YESSES. GREEN FLAGS ALL AROUND IDFC WHAT YOU SAY) 

When it goes from innocent little pecks to them making out (What can I say? What can I say?? WHAT CAN I SAYYYYYYY?)

Character B’s hand stroking the side of Character A’s thigh as they kiss

Hands roaming all over each other 

Character B pulling away, exhaling a soft laugh as they hold Character A closer to them. “You good?” they ask, and Character A nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” Character A murmurs, smiling a little as they hide their face on the crook of their neck, cheeks a little more flushed than usual. (PL EAS EE THAT LITTLE GIGGLE OF HIS WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVOURITE THING ABOUT HIM WQRNEW;LKN’FKN and the check ins THE SWEETEST MAN FRRR) 

[angelicameron]

”who me? couldn’t be!” - dialogue for those in denial about their feelings

prompt list by: @novelbear

"are you crazy? they're not my type, you know that."

"i don't have time for a relationship." "that has nothing to do with anything i just said. like at all."

"they're annoying as hell, no i don't have feelings for them."

"i honestly don't even know who you could possibly be referring to."

"what if i told you i said those types of things about everyone? then what?" "i would really hope you didn't. oh god."

"i do not want to see their face, hear their voice or their name for that matter. stop talking about them."

"what gave you that idea?"

"why does everybody keep saying that?"

"it's just been a while since i've had a close friendship like this, that's all."

"no.....no."

"i wasn't blushing! it was hot out." "it is literally snowing outside as we speak are you joking."

"i don't even like them like that i don't know what you mean."

"i'd do that for anyone!"

"flirting? me? i wouldn't say i was."

"cut it out, i'm tired of hearing you guys tease me about this."

"that's not true, where did you hear that from?"

"they're just a friend. that's all."

"we've been friends since we were little, we're practically siblings! no!"

"love?! you think i'm in love?"

"i know what having a crush feels like and this is nothing close..." "have you considered that it's because this is more than just a crush?" "stop talking."

[angelicameron]

:-"We make a great pair, really" Goofy lovers prompts-:

(Alright, alright, no one's done this before(till I know) so im about to make history y'all!!! lets do this ;)

By @me-writes-prompts

"Why aren't we making out yet? We're 5 minutes into an argument, 5 minutes! Goodness."

Playing pranks on each other that they know will get the other one absolutely boiling and they can't be more thrilled for it

When they both have the habit of talking during movies and literally having an hour long discussions about a character they both hated

"You look so hot today, babe." "Hotter than yesterday?" "Hotter than yesterday."

Always finding ways to have fun i.e wearing costumes and playing around, hosting parties.

"If we were to fight, like in a fight fight, who do you think would win?" "Obviously, me. You would admit defeat the moment I punch you." "Hey, I'm not that easy!" "Oh, yes you are."

The late-night karaoke and dances

"You know what they say, love. Warriors don't go to war without their armor. Let's get ready." *their partner nods seriously and puts their work clothes on* "Gotta be prepared." LMAOOO

Taking random (not-so-good-looking) pictures of each other and their partner pretends to be mad before bursting into laughter.

Amusement dates are better than boring restaurant dates, right? They think so.

PARTNERS IN CRIME, I TELL YOU, PARTNERS IN CRIME

Not them ganging up against their family during board games and being all smug about it with each other

"Oh, I really want this. It's so cute!" "Now, I know, you were only after my money. I've already bought you 50 of these damn ducks." *gasps and mockingly puts their hand on their mouth* "You found out my secret."

[angelicameron]

J.M / HEADCANNONS

pairings: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

summary: what it would be like to date THE JJ Maybank

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD!! new to writing so lmk if there’s anything i can improve and give tips if possible, also i have a Jj mini fic idea if you and him doing smt adventurous and you getting hurt and him on the verge of tears and blaming himself? lmk if i should write it xx

warnings: nsfw content at the end, mention of toys and exploring kinks (none in particular), mention of praise and degradation, lmk if i missed any!

SFW:

- not only would he be your bf, you guys would be best friends.

- he’d literally be your ride or die.

- he would quite literally risk his life to even make you the tiniest bit happier, he just wants to see you smile.

- if anyone ever spoke about you badly he wouldn’t let them get away with it.

- on the other hand, he loves danger so he’d take you to do a lot of dangerous and adrenaline inducing things but if you so much as scraped your knee he’d feel so bad for letting you get hurt.

- he doesn’t have much money so he can’t spoil you like that but he’d give you so much love and attention and he’d die for you.

- he does need a lot of reassurance. he doesn’t believe anyone can truly love him so he’ll need a reminder here and there that you do love him.

- he’s always scared of messing up and losing you.

- you are literally his favourite person on the planet and he feels like you’re the only one who truly understands him and he doesn’t want to lose that.

- he would love love love seeing you in his clothes.

- he would always be giving you his shirts, jumpers, caps, pants, etc.

- whenever you complained about not having anything to wear he’d help you decide and more often than not the entire outfit consisted of his clothes.

- he’d love it just because he thinks you look cute in his clothes but also because it shows everyone that you are Jjs girlfriend.

- he gots so jealous.

- he loves pda anywhere and everywhere.

- a guy was just flirting with you at a party? e immediately making out with you.

- some guy was checking you out? he’s hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.

- you are even breathing the same air as another guy? his arms around your waist.

- he also just loves being close to you all the time because it brings him comfort.

- Jayj always compliments you because he needs you to realise you are the most perfect girl ever.

- you make him feel truly loved and he wouldn’t give that up for the world.

NSFW:

- also very adventurous in the bedroom.

- would love the idea of trying out new kinks and toys.

- he’s usually a dom but after a tough day sometimes he’ll be more submissive.

- i feel like he’d be very passionate when it comes to sex.

- he’s had his fair share of hookups but once he actual commits he takes it very seriously.

- he’s always made sure everyone he’s slept with gets off.

- but with you he makes sure you get off multiple times.

- i have a feeling he’d love to give and receive praise.

- he’d also be down to degrade you here and there though if that’s what you prefer.

[angelicameron]

all i want for christmas

pairing: non canon!Rafe Cameron x reader

summary: Rafe has to break the news to Y/N that he won’t be able to spend their first Christmas together with her

warnings: minimal swearing, a smidge of angst but it gets better i promise

a/n: I leave you all with this one last imagine that I'm honestly pretty proud of! Hope everyone who celebrates Christmas has a wonderful one tomorrow, but I also know the holidays can be tough for some. So if anyone ever needs someone to talk to or rant to or confide in or just someone to send them stupid memes, please feel free to message me—my inbox is always open!

And to close out this long ass a/n, happy holidays everyone!! Love you all <3

You honestly weren’t too keen on the holiday season. Maybe it was just you, or maybe it was because you’d seen way too many Hallmark Christmas movies that got your hopes too high about having the perfect winter romance, only for you to always fall short of one of your own every year. Either way, you were never crazy on Christmas like everyone else was.

Until this year.

Because after a long, long time of dreaming about that picture perfect holiday romance, you’d finally found the person who made you believe in love again. This holiday season was already better than the rest by a tenfold, all because you were spending it with Rafe Cameron by your side.

And you were planning on cramming it with so much cute couple-y Christmas shit, you’d both probably be sick of it come next December. Ice skating, gingerbread house making, Christmas movie watching—anything you could think of, you’d definitely made plans to do it. Originally, you thought Rafe was going to be a little bit apprehensive of everything that you wanted to do, but he was surprisingly excited for most of it.

This was already gearing up to be your best Christmas ever.

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“Are you ready for the best Christmas of your life, Cameron?” You exclaimed gleefully, grinning at Rafe on the tiny screen of your phone. Rafe merely laughed, bobbing his head. “Can you believe it’s only a week til our first Christmas together?”

“Babe, you said that about it being two weeks til Christmas, three weeks til Christmas, four weeks—”

“I’m excited, sue me,” You huffed, propping your phone up on your pillow so you could tuck your hand underneath your head. “Are you excited?”

He nodded, but you could tell that there was something he wasn’t telling you.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re about to tell me something I won’t like?”

“How do you—y’know what, nevermind.” Rafe squinted at you suspiciously, then shook his head once. “You’re right though. I have bad news.”

“Spill.” You were trying not to jump to conclusions, but the guilty look on his face was not doing either of you any favors.

“My dad’s taking me to the Bahamas with him tomorrow to take care of some business stuff.”

You frowned, because if Rafe was leaving tomorrow, then everything you’d been planning for the week was going right down the drain. “Okay. That’s fine.”

“But I promise I’ll be home for Christmas!” Rafe assured you, offering you a hopeful smile. “He said we’d be home the day before, so we can still do some of the stuff you planned.”

Despite the feeling of anxiety gnawing at your insides, you nodded with as much enthusiasm as you could muster, putting on a small smile for your boyfriend. “As long as you’re home by Christmas, I’ll be okay.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He murmured. Then he yawned, shaking his head right after, and you could tell that he was tired.

“You should get some sleep, Rafe,” You suggested. Knowing Ward Cameron, he’d probably booked one of the earliest flights possible. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Good idea.” Rafe nodded once more. “I love you, Y/N. I’ll call you later.”

“Love you too. Night.” Then he hung up, leaving you alone with the knot growing in your stomach that something would happen and Rafe wouldn’t make it home for Christmas. But you pushed it aside, brushing it off as you just being paranoid and jumping to conclusions yet again.

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Your phone vibrated from your bedside table while you were putting away your laundry, causing you to stop in your task and see who was calling you. Once you saw Rafe’s name flash across your screen, you grinned, hitting answer and putting it on speaker.

“Hi, Rafe!” You chirped, tossing your phone on your bed and continuing folding your laundry.

“Hey, baby,” Rafe’s voice sounded off, like something was bothering him. “How are you?”

“I’m good. How’s the business stuff coming along?”

“It’s good, yeah. Going pretty well.” You frowned, taking instant notice of his odd behavior.

“Is everything okay? You sound tired. Are you getting enough sleep?”

“Yeah, yeah, no, everything’s fine. Just wanted to hear your voice.” There was some shuffling on the other end of the line, then Rafe’s voice again. “Actually, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you dropped the shirt you were currently folding, grabbing your phone and sitting cross-legged on your bed. “What’s wrong, babe?”

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to make it home for Christmas, baby.” He sighed. “My dad wants to stay here til next week, Rose and my sisters are flying out tomorrow to celebrate here. I tried talking him out of it, but he’s already made up his mind.”

There it was. The fear that you had all along, finally coming true. Of course Rafe wasn’t coming home.

You could feel your heart drop into your stomach at his words. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry, but you know how my dad is. You know I need to—”

Even though Rafe hated the way his father treated him, he still felt the need to prove himself—to impress him. And that meant doing whatever Ward wanted, whenever Ward wanted. You knew that when you started dating Rafe, and although you weren’t one of Ward Cameron’s biggest fans, there was no denying that all Rafe ever wanted was his father’s approval.

“No yeah, I know. It’s fine.” You managed to utter, trying not to let your voice waver, but probably failing. And Rafe noticed, feeling his heart crack at the sadness that laced your words. He knew how much effort you’d put into making this the perfect Christmas for the two of you, and now here he was, smashing all your excitement and hard work into tiny bits. “We can just celebrate when you come back.”

“I’m really sorry.” Rafe said softly.

“I know. It’s fine.” You repeated, because the more you repeated it, the more that you could convince yourself that your first Christmas with Rafe wasn’t going to absolute shit.

“Are you…okay?”

“I have to go.” You muttered, biting your lip to fight the sob threatening to spill out of your mouth. “I—I promised my mom I’d help her wrap all the gifts today.”

“Baby, please—” It was too late. You’d hung up, leaving Rafe to stare at the now blank screen with a jumble of thoughts bouncing around in his brain.

He hated that his dad was making him bail on plans with you, and although he loved his family, there was no way he was going to spend Christmas without you. Honestly, he’d rather spend time with someone who loved and appreciated him than be stuck in the Bahamas dwelling on his guilt the entire time. And if he had to choose between Christmas with his family and Christmas with you, he’d choose you in a heartbeat.

Rafe shot upright in his chair, unlocking his phone and scrolling through his contacts until he found the one person who could help him pull off the plan that was brewing in his mind.

“You have five seconds to tell me what you did to make my sister cry, or I swear to god, Rafe, I’m gonna cut your dick off.” The ever charming voice of your younger sister, Sophie, growled in his ear. Sometimes Rafe and Sophie didn’t get along, but one thing they had in common was that they both loved you very much, and that was all he needed right now.

“I fucked up, I know, but—”

“What did you do?”

“I told her I wasn’t gonna make it home for Christmas.”

“Oh yeah, that’ll do it. She’s been obsessively planning for months, dude.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m coming home to surprise her.” Rafe sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “But I need your help to pull it off.”

“I’m in. What’s the plan?”

So, after finishing setting up a foolproof plan with Sophie and literally rearranging his entire schedule, Rafe managed to make it so he’d be home early Christmas morning, just in time to surprise you when you woke up. Yeah, Ward would be mad as hell that Rafe was deliberately disobeying him, but he’d deal with whatever consequences that came with his actions later. Right now, all he was focused on was getting home to you so you could have the perfect Christmas that you’d planned.

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Christmas morning came sooner than you hoped it would, seeing as you’d kept yourself busy helping your mom prepare for all the holiday festivities. Your logic was that the busier you were, the less time you’d have to be sad that Rafe wasn’t going to be here. And it had worked—almost a little too well, because you didn’t even realize it was Christmas morning until your six year old brother Kai bounded into your room and all but pounced onto your bed excitedly.

“Wake up, it’s Christmas!!!” He exclaimed gleefully, jabbing his little fingers anywhere and everywhere he could. You rolled over with a groan, batting away his hands as you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. “Mom said we could open presents before breakfast, come on!”

“Okay, I’m coming, jesus—” You mumbled, blindly grabbing whatever piece of clothing was closest to you and pulling it on. Instantly, you were hit with an achingly familiar smell of laundry detergent and expensive cologne, and your heart gave another lurch. It was Christmas morning. Rafe wasn’t here.

“Y/N? Are you coming?” Kai tilted his head at you, and you nodded, forcing a big smile onto your face and sliding out of bed. He grabbed your hand, tugging you down the stairs and into the living room, where the rest of your family was already waiting.

You settled down next to Sophie, who was too busy typing away on her phone to notice that you were there until you reached out and kicked her in the leg lightly. “Dude, who the hell are you talking to this early in the morning?”

“None of your business, that’s who.” She shot back, kicking you back just as hard. You stuck your tongue out at her, to which she returned childishly.

“Girls, please. It’s Christmas, can’t you stop bickering and enjoy the day?” Your mom chided, shooting the two of you a pointed look.

“Sorry, mom.” You muttered. “Go ahead, open your presents, Kai.” And open them he did, quite enthusiastically.

As soon as Kai was done, it was Sophie’s turn, then yours, and finally your mom and dad’s.

“Hey loser, you have one more gift.” Sophie tossed a blindfold at you. “Put that on first.”

You picked the strip of cloth up from the floor with two fingers, squinting at your sister suspiciously. “Why would I do that? What did you do?”

“Nothing, damn. Why are you asking so many questions?” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “Just put it on, will you?” You wrinkled your nose, but tied the cloth around your head reluctantly. Sophie’s hands pulled you up from the couch, transferring to your shoulders as she steered you out of the living room. You felt a cold breeze on your cheeks, so you knew that she’d brought you outside.

“Soph, if you push me into the snow, I swear I’m gonna tell mom you were the one who broke her—” The blindfold was whisked away from your eyes. It took a few seconds for your vision to adjust to the bright white of the snow outside, but as soon as it did, the breath was chased right out of your chest.

Rafe was standing at the bottom of the porch steps, bundled in sweatpants and a thick hoodie with a giant red bow perched atop his beanie.

You didn’t even register that you’d started running towards him until you barreled right into his arms, almost knocking him backwards into the snow behind him from the sheer force of your hug. His arms wrapped around you just as tight, nose buried into the crook of your neck as he spun you around in a circle before setting you back down on the ground.

“How are you here?” You breathed, pulling away just slightly to look up at Rafe. He looked tired as hell, but still good, his cheeks and nose pink from the brisk winter air.

“I told you I wouldn’t miss our first Christmas together for the world.” He murmured, bringing his hands up to cup your face lovingly. “And I meant it.”

“But your dad—won’t he be angry?”

“I don’t give a fuck if he’s angry with me, baby, all I care about is that you’re happy.” That. That right there was your tipping point. You tugged Rafe down to your height, kissing him as hard as you possibly could—so hard that the bow on his head fell off. He made a muffled noise of surprise, but kissed you back in an instant, one hand staying on your cheek while the other drifted down to the small of your back. Rafe tasted strongly of coffee and mint gum, and you reveled in it, smiling against his mouth like an idiot.

“I’m so happy right now.” You said giddily after you’d pulled apart, resting your forehead against his.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” Rafe’s smile mirrored your own as he wrapped you in another hug.

“You guys are disgustingly cute.” Sophie’s voice drifted from the porch, and you realized she’d been there the whole time, watching your cheesy ass reunion with your boyfriend. “I can’t believe I had any part of this.” You turned around, Rafe’s arm sliding around your waist comfortably as you all made your way back into the warmth of the house.

“You helped plan this?” You raised an amused eyebrow at her, to which she nodded. “I never thought I’d see the day where you two worked together.”

“Yeah, he’s alright, I guess.”

“She threatened to cut my dick off.” Rafe whined, not letting go of his hold around you while he kicked off his shoes. Sophie flipped him off. “But honestly, she’s the whole reason my plan didn’t crash and burn. I owe you one, Soph. Thank you.”

Sophie nodded again, turning on her heel and heading back down the hall. “I’m expecting my thank you in the form of Y/N doing all my chores for the next month, or an expensive gift from the Bahamas, Rafe.”

“Already in my suitcase, Soph. I’ll bring it by tomorrow.” Rafe called after her, chuckling a bit.

“What did you get her?” You asked incredulously, tilting your head at him.

Rafe waved a nonchalant hand in the air, grinning down at you. “A bracelet I bought from a vendor at the local market in Nassau. No big deal.”

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” You sighed, popping up on your tiptoes to press another chaste kiss to his lips. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Mmm, yeah. But you can say it again, I don’t mind.”

“Okay, cocky.” You snorted, pulling away from him and pulling him towards the kitchen. “Come on, my mom’s making waffles, and I know how much you love them.”

Rafe gasped, eyes lighting up at the mention of his favorite food. “I love today already.”

“Because of me, or because of the waffles?”

“Is both a suitable answer?”

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[angelicameron]

burnt bacon and breakfast dates

pairing: non-canon!Rafe Cameron x reader

summary: Rafe tries to make breakfast for Y/N…it doesn’t go too well

warnings: minimal swearing, HELLA fluff

a/n: i’m totally not writing this because i’m lonely as fuck and this is all i want in a relationship…couldn’t be me 👀

also i’m finally done with school for now but i hit a major case of writer’s block for Risk It All Part 2 so here’s some Rafe content that i've had stored away for a rainy day :D

^^ (kinda what i had in mind for Y/N's IG story but like a full breakfast plate LOL you'll see)

You woke to sunlight streaming through your window and the smell of bacon in the air. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you did a big stretch before hopping out of bed and grabbing the shirt nearest to you. Making your way downstairs, you heard faint rock music and soft humming coming from the kitchen that brought a smile to your face. You poked your head into the bright room to see Rafe with his back towards you.

“Well, this is a sight I wouldn’t mind waking up to every morning.” You said gently so as not to startle him. Rafe whipped around to look at you, and you had to clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh.

He had a huge smear of pancake batter across his cheek, and the counter behind him looked like an absolute mess—flour and broken eggshells everywhere, countless pans and bowls. It was like Rafe didn’t know what he needed, so he pulled everything out of the cabinets.

“Morning,” He said sheepishly, swinging a dish towel over his shoulder with an embarrassed grin. His eyes flicked to your shirt, eyebrows raising in amusement. “That’s my shirt.”

Glancing down at yourself, you saw that you had in fact grabbed Rafe’s faded yellow shirt off the floor instead of your own. “No, see, this is our shirt.” You teased, crossing the kitchen to swipe the towel off his shoulder and wiping the batter off his face.

“Is that right?” Rafe smirked down at you, to which you nodded with an innocent smile. “So tell me then, if this is our shirt, then that means this—” He gestured at the messy kitchen around him, “—is our mess. Right?”

“Oh no. This is your mess.” You shook your head, pushing him away playfully. “But I guess I could help you clean it up.” Rafe grinned, pulling you flush against his chest in a very flour dust-y hug.

“The double standards in this house are absolutely ridiculous.” He murmured into your ear, pinching your side lightly. “I try to make you breakfast and this is what I get in return?”

“Try?”

“Yes, try!” He exclaimed. “This? This is me trying! You know I can't cook, Y/N.”

“Hey, solid effort. I’m sure the pancake mix that I wiped off your face was delicious.”

“Y’know what?” Rafe sighed, pulling away from you and tossing his floury apron onto the equally as floury counter. “Fuck this, let’s just go get breakfast, yeah? From that place you like so much?”

Your eyes lit up at the mention of your favorite breakfast spot on the island, a big grin curving your lips that had Rafe smiling too the second he saw it. “Really?”

He nodded. “Let me get cleaned up and we can head out.”

“But what about the bacon?”

“Bacon? Oh shit, the bacon!” Rafe raced over to the stove, where the sizzling pan of bacon was starting to burn, quickly tossing it in the sink and flipping the tap on. “That would’ve been bad, wouldn’t it? Burning the house down right after we moved in?”

“Wouldn’t make the best impression on our neighbors.” You chuckled, following him up the stairs to get changed into something cuter than just Rafe’s old t-shirt.

You were always ready before Rafe, but whenever you teased him about it, he would always claim that you were the one who took forever when in reality, he was the one in the bathroom checking his hair in the mirror every thirty seconds.

This time was no exception, seeing as you’d managed to get ready at least ten minutes faster than him.

But finally, after much whining about how he couldn’t find his good shorts and that’s why he’d taken so long, the two of you were all set and headed into town for breakfast.

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“I think I’m gonna try something new.” Rafe hummed, eyes scanning the glossy pages of the menu thoughtfully.

You’d just been seated at a table on the patio, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t extremely excited to be here even though Rafe had also taken you here just last weekend. You already knew your order by heart, but Rafe always said that he wanted to try something else on the menu than his usual boring bacon, eggs and toast, only to end up chickening out and getting the same thing every time.

“You say that every time, babe,” You sighed, nudging his foot with yours under the table. “And then you never do!”

“I do not!”

“Rafe…”

“Okay, maybe I do. But I’m serious this time. New day, new Rafe. I’m gonna do it.”

He said “new day, new Rafe”, but when it came time to order, he caved at the last minute and blurted out his usual, ignoring your smug smile.

The food arrived quickly, and after huffing about having to pose for your Instagram story, Rafe dug into his breakfast immediately. Like most of your guy friends, he wolfed down his food like he hadn’t eaten in days, and sometimes you wondered how he had time to breathe with how fast he always scarfed down his meals.

You, on the other hand, took your time, preferring to enjoy your food at a slower pace than lightning fast. The only downside of that was that Rafe often not-so-subtly eyeballed your plate when he was done with his, causing you to push a bit of your food onto his plate every time.

Other times, he patiently waited for you to finish, resting his chin in his hand and admiring you with your little happy food dance. This was one of those times. Rafe couldn’t help but let a goofy grin overtake his face at the sight of you wiggling around in your chair as you ate, the only thoughts running through his head were how cute you were and how much he loved you.

“What?” You scrunched your nose adorably, tilting your head at his dreamy stare.

Rafe shook his head. “Nothing. You’re just really cute.”

“You’re still hungry, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m good.”

“You want some bacon?” You asked, tilting your head at your boyfriend—but already knowing the answer.

“Maybe.” He smiled sweetly, perking up when you slid your plate to the middle of the table.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“Damn right I am.”

“It’s a lot better than your burnt bacon, isn’t it?”

“Shut up.” Rafe’s cheeks flushed pink at his earlier cooking mishap.

“Love you, Cameron.”

“Whatever.”