honeyssilk

[honeyssilk]

MECHANIC!RAFE & SINGLEMOM!READER!

country!mechanic!rafe helping out singlemom!reader! contents: reader has two kids (one boy, one girl), rafe being reader's personal driver, fluff wc: 409

the cameron auto repair shop lobby was quiet, except for the sounds of your kids playing loudly. high-pitched screams, their thudding footsteps, and clashing toys echo around the empty room.

you were in a shady part of town, causing your senses to heighten further, especially with your kids prancing around without a care in the world. you keep your eyes on them while waiting for a mechanic to assist you.

your body straightens when the distant sound of power tools ends and a male figure appears in the doorway.

"you need somethin', sweetheart?" his low voice asks.

your eyes fall onto his grease-stained coveralls, reading his embroidered name tag labeled rafe cameron, quickly learning that he was the shop's owner.

you explain the issues you've been having with your car to the best of your ability, surprised that your car even made it to the auto repair shop.

he gives you an immediate answer, "yeah, you're gonna need a new engine," and those were the last words you wanted to hear.

you didn't bother asking about the price, already knowing it would cost a fortune. "c'mon, guys, let's get home," you call out to your kids, who immediately rush to the car.

a wave of hopelessness passes through you when the ignition decides to not turn over. a sigh escaping your lips as you wrack your brain for what to do.

a round of tapping against your window pulls you out of your thoughts. you look up to see rafe leaning against the roof of your car.

"your battery's dead. need a ride home?"

you reluctantly accept his offer, situating the kids and yourself in his pickup truck. seeing you had no other options, you thank him, causing your kids to follow promptly. a chorus of mini "thank you, mr. cameron's" filling the car.

you know you've arrived home once you feel bumpy gravel and grass, the tires roll over.

your kids immediately rush out of the car, bidding goodbye to rafe as they race each other to the old rocking chair on your porch. the overhead motion light flickers to life with the constant movements your hyper kids make.

you begin moving to exit the truck when rafe's voice halts your movements, "don't worry 'bout the car, sweetheart. i'll take care of it."

you look at him doubtfully, yet the expression on his face tells you he was more than serious.

"call me if y'need a ride, alright?"

a/n: super late upload bc i have exams extremely soon but i still wanted to get something out!

[honeyssilk]

so cutee!!

— texts with firefighter!rafe

cw: mostly sweet and fluffy, some suggestive, beabadoobee selfie & then a faceless pic used (doesn’t determine reader’s looks!!!), lmk if there’s more

a/n: FIREFIGHTER!RAFE FOREVER AND EVER EVER!! i miss him a lot rn, but hellaaa lacking w the wip i have for him… so here’s this :3

[honeyssilk]

Loveisland!rafe x reader being americas favorite

ISLAND OF LOVE!

when america's favorite islander unexpectedly pairs up with the most disliked islander on the show... contents: loveisland!rafe & loveisland!reader, extremely light knowledge on love island (i tried!) wc: 163

once the first episode aired, most love island fans thought rafe cameron was insufferable.

he was gruff, crude, and didn't take the show seriously. yet he had more than enough handsomeness to have a fan base who disregarded his lackluster personality and kept him on the show.

you were the complete opposite.

from the moment you stepped into the villa, you captivated the eyes of all fans around the nation.

your beauty was absolutely radiant with light and glowy makeup, flowing hair that framed your face, and outfits that turned heads. you also had a charismatic and wholesome personality to match.

your presence left rafe utterly compelled, but he had to smoothly brush it off once you didn't bother looking his way during the first coupling of the show.

you continuously reject him, leaving him to move on to another girl until you finally decide to couple up with him before casa amor, leaving the producers, viewers, and even the other contestants stunned.

a/n: after writing this, i definitely want to expand more on this pretty soon, so thank you so much for the request!!

[honeyssilk]

— smile for me, pretty girl (bf!rafe)

cw: fluff, slightly suggestive, drinking implied, this is just cutie, not really proofread, possessive rafe kinda?

a/n: this was way longer than i meant it to be LMAO but yaassss

you wore the tiniest mini skirt tight around your bum, a pretty little top that pressed your boobs together just right, and kitten heels to complete the fit— along with your usual jewelry, small clutch that only kept makeup and a digi, and sunglasses hanging from your top. your makeup was absolutely flawless, gloss shining across your plump lips and highlighter sprinkled upon your cheekbones and nose.

once rafe and you started dating, you both kind of stopped going to parties altogether. the time for that was replaced with trips out of the country, lavish date nights, and late nights spent binging sitcoms.

so when kelce, rafe’s best friend, begged you guys to pop out at his end of summer function— you knew you had to show up and show out. and rafe? he was just excited to be there by your side too.

rafe was sat at the edge of your bed, eyes glued to your figure. jaw dropped, a small smirk, and a scrunch between his eyebrows. a lucky man.

“mkay, all done! how do i look?” you spin once, giving a pose and pout.

chuckling and speechless, his hands practically yank you into him and found a comfortable spot, squeezing your ass.

“baby, you look so damn hot,” he looks up at you in disbelief, still groping the flesh of your bottom like a fein.

“it’s not too much?” you look down at yourself and brush out a wrinkle in your top.

“of course it is. too much for those trust fund kooks to see. god, i just wanna keep you here. no one else should get to see ya like this. so so fuckin’ perfect,” he kisses at your arms and trailing to yourself jaw, pulling you inward against him.

“thank you,” you giggled, holding his head against your chest.

a small step back, he stands up with you and makes you do one more little twirl first before leaving your room.

and just as you’re about to head out the door, you’re already pleading with him to take instagram photos of you.

“rafe, pleaseeee it’ll be real quick. here get the digi,” taking your clutch from him, you dig into it for your digital camera and hand it to him.

“don’t forget what i taught you!” you also shove your phone at him, forcing him to place everything else at the table by the door.

he doesn’t even try to argue—never does, really—even if you were supposed to be early to kelce’s party to pregame.

rafe had one hand holding your phone and the other had your digi pinched between his fingers, switching hands every 30 seconds.

hitting every pose you knew, rafe was clicking away and in awe of your presence. he just cheers you on, trying to get candid laughs and cheeky smiles out of you.

stuff like yes pose for the camera baby, my girl’s a damn model, and look at that beautiful face.

“does this look good?”

he simply hums in agreement.

“promise?” you mutter, running your fingers through your hair to give it more volume.

“yes, i promise. absolutely stunning. keep doing that one— aw yeah, there’s my baby’s pretty face.” he just stands there, grinning like an idiot.

you even moved from the stairs, to the front porch, and finally beside his sleek black car just for these photos. though rafe pretended to be annoyed by playing photographer, the truth was he loved every second of watching you in your element— looking as painlessly hot as you always do.

“you look so fuckin’ beautiful, baby,” he gives a shit-eating asshole smug. “all mine later to f-”

you immediately stop posing and step over, snatching your phone and digi from him.

“alright, that’s enough. let’s go.” rolling your eyes when he just laughs wickedly, slapping your butt as you walk past.

opening the car door for you, he takes your hand to help you in, holding back his laughter.

and later at the party, you make your friends take photos of you guys together. no matter how you pose him, he still sneaks his hand onto your butt or over your breast, a bold claim to anyone watching that you were his, and he was yours.

[honeyssilk]

OLDER!RAFE TAKING YOU FISHING!

contents: kind of sugardaddy!rafe because he has a boat, age gap (readers in her 20s, rafe's in his late 30s), fluff wc: 281

when rafe told you to dress comfortably the evening before, you wore a set you'd wear to pilates, not expecting to be freezing on one of his many boats at the crack of dawn.

yet here you were, sitting on one of the boat's seats, sipping water from your tumbler, a thin blanket draped over your body, protecting you from the early morning breeze. the sound of waves and rafe's constant reeling of his fishing line fills the silence.

you watch as rafe's polo-clad back flexes as he throws the line back into the water. "you wanna try?" he calls over his shoulder.

you nod, walking over to the edge of the boat, where he stands. he wraps his arms around you, noticing your stiff posture and your confused expression.

"ain't gonna catch nothin' if you're stiff," he murmurs, feeling your body relax in his hold. his hand covers yours, swiftly rotating the reel's handle.

you wait a few minutes that soon turn into nearly twenty, sighing as you grow restless. "how long is this gonna take, ray?" you ask, feeling no fish biting the bait.

"you gotta be patient, baby," he says, causing your eyes to narrow in response.

considering his experience, you ultimately take his word for it when you finally feel a tug on the hook. a soft gasp escapes you as you look up at him in shock.

"c'mon reel it in, sweetheart," he says quickly, turning the reel's handle for you. your eyes widen when you see the medium-sized fish appear in the air.

"you wanna try again?" he asks after you make him drop the fish back into the water.

"no, i'll just watch instead."

a/n: this lives rent-free in my head

OLDER!RAFE TAKING YOU FISHING!

[honeyssilk]

BLISS!

when you're forced to tolerate your ex-husband on a vacation with your kids... contents: forced proximity, one bed trope hehe, reader and rafe have two kids together, fluff! wc: 560

you did your best to avoid rafe in any way you could while being the mother of his children; you truly did. only speaking to him when it revolved around the kids, despite his efforts to spark up a conversation with you.

until one sunday evening, after dropping the kids off with you for the week, he says, "we're goin' on vacation."

"oh really, where? i need to pack the kids anything?" you ask.

"waterpark and nah i got it. but you'll need to pack a bag or somethin'," you raise a brow at his words before laughter erupts from your chest.

"you serious ray?" you deadpan when he nods.

"the kids said they wanted to go on a vacation with both of us, so that's what we're doin'," and that's exactly what the four of you did.

rafe booked the penthouse suite of a beachside hotel. floor-to-ceiling windows in the combined kitchen and living room, as well as in the bedrooms.

the master bedroom has a california king bed, while the guest bedroom has two queen-sized ones. both bedrooms have their own en-suites with luxurious plumbing and amenities provided.

putting your purse on the bed, you ask, "you really couldn't have gotten two beds?"

"you could always sleep in the kids room," he shrugs, knowing you just got them to sleep in their own beds.

"look, mommy, they made the towels into ducks." your son and daughter come rushing into the bedroom, holding up the duck-shaped towels.

you let it go, knowing you wouldn't win this battle, but not without sending a sharp glare rafe's way.

"like what you see, doll?" rafe asks, feeling your eyes on his toned torso and biceps.

"don't know what you're talking about," you murmur, continuing to massage the sunscreen into your skin.

"who am i kiddin'? you got two of me runnin' around right now," he says, gesturing to your kids playing in the pool.

rolling your eyes, you grumble, "whatever."

that evening, you all go to the restaurant provided by the hotel. the dining area overlooking the setting sun and the beach.

the kids are distracted with the coloring sheets with seemingly abundant activities for them to do, leaving you to try to avoid conversing with rafe.

"get your hand off me, cameron," you grit out when you feel the warmth of his palm on your thigh.

"never stopped me before," he says, caausing you to groan at his words.

rubbing your temple, you reply," that was obviously different. we were married then."

"nah, we're still married, baby, and you know it."

the kids are asleep, and you and rafe are both freshly showered.

already knowing what you're thinking, rafe says," don't even think about separatin' us with a pillow."

rafe turns off the lights as you slide into bed, trying to stay as far away as possible, the large bed making that easy for you.

yet your ex-husband makes it difficult for you to sleep, as all you hear as you shut your eyes is the sound of rustling fabric, along with the excessive shifting he's doing.

mumbling into your pillow, you say, "you never tossed and turned this much before."

putting his arms behind his head, he replies, "now you're reminiscing?"

you roll over with a sigh, tucking your body closer to his in the exact way you used to.

a/n: i got this idea from a tiktok i saw and thought it was so rafe coded lol

[honeyssilk]

Pt 2 to baby shower i beg!

BABY FEVER!

when both you and firefighter!rafe get baby fever...contents: established relationship (they're married), very suggestive, part 2 to baby shower! wc: 314

it was as if you and rafe's baby fever worsened the longer he was away from you, even if he was only gone for two days.

he couldn't help but let his eyes linger on your sleeping form when he'd wake up before dawn. admiring your softened features and wondering how they'd look on your baby.

or when he had downtime in his office, looking at the picture frame on his desk, imagining the addition of a baby.

and you were the same way.

finding yourself gazing longingly at the outfit ensembles and accessories in the baby aisles while at the grocery store.

or when you'd find yourself babysitting for your relatives, imagining what it'd be like to have your own.

which led you to where you were now, sitting across from him, knowing the look on his face all too well.

a look of desire glimmering in his eyes, even with the comforting hold he had on your hand from across the table. his thumb gently stroked the back of your palm, occasionally catching onto your wedding ring.

the chandelier casts a warm glow over your heads as your cutlery clinks against the ceramic plates, filling the calm silence between the two of you until rafe speaks.

"you watch your sisters' kids again today?" you nod, causing him to hum in response.

"you wanna have your own?" you look up at him wide-eyed, not expecting him to be so blunt.

"well yeah-" he cuts you off, "i mean now, sweetheart."

once you said yes, your dinner was forgotten. and it soon became difficult to think about anything when you felt rafe hastily removing your cardigan paired with the softness of his lips on your heated skin.

that evening at the forefront of your mind as you stare at the two bold lines on one and the screen on a digital test reading pregnant.

a/n: i hope this was okay! tysm for requesting :D

[honeyssilk]

BABY SHOWER!

when you and firefighter!rafe attend a baby shower! contents: established relationship (they're married), ofc a little bit of baby fever, fluff! a/n: i went to a baby shower yesterday so i had to write a fic about one wc: 509

you could hear the music from down the street way before rafe pulled up to your aunt's house.

"you think we bought enough gifts?" you ask him, gesturing to the large gift bag in the back seat.

"yes, sweetheart," he says, taking your hand in his, "nothing else is fittin' in there."

the backyard is decorated with light colors and vintage accents. the tables are decorated with flower arrangements and fake candles, each featuring a different baby animal plush toy.

the main table features larger flower arrangements and showcases the cake and the surrounding miniature gift bags.

you greet a few of your relatives as you walk with rafe over to the gift table, placing the gift on the ground due to the overflow.

rafe guides you into the house with a hand on the small of your back. he keeps a watchful eye on you as he makes sure you walk carefully up the porch steps.

you briefly break away from your husband to greet your mother.

seeing her expression, you send a knowing look her way. "not even a hello before you ask me?"

pulling you into a hug, she says, "it's about time i get some grandkids, darling."

noticing your father and rafe conversing, you walk over to them.

"how's work at the station, cameron?" you hear him ask.

"it's goin' well, sir." rafe replies briefly.

"hope you're still treatin' my daughter right." your father's voice falls stern.

"he is, dad," you say, but your father raises a brow at your husband.

"always, sir," rafe responds, gently pulling you closer to him.

your father gives a curt nod before walking off. your giggles fill the air as you feel rafe relax.

"it's been years, yet you still get tense around him," you tease, softly poking him.

"I'm just bein' respectful, baby," he says, leaving a kiss on your knuckles.

after you eat, you find yourself feeding one of your cousins' children.

the 6-month-old playfully kicks his chubby legs in the high chair as you feed him a banana puree. "he likes it, ray," you coo, lightly pinching the baby's cheeks, causing him to smile.

rafe falls silent as he watches you take care of the baby. "didn't know you were good with kids," he voices.

taking the baby out of his high chair, you pointedly say, "don't get any ideas, cameron."

when the games begin, rafe's competitive streak spikes. especially during the bottle chug game.

your laughter causes your phone camera to shake as you film him chugging beer from a glass bottle, cheering when he wins first place.

he slides the gift basket over to you when he sits down. already reading your expression, he says, "yes, for you."

you take a peek at the products, seeing things you would normally purchase yourself. "knew you wanted that one since you walked in."

after the parents-to-be open the gifts given to them by the guests, you and rafe leave. as he guides you back to the car, he says, "maybe we should have a baby soon."

[honeyssilk]

chef's kiss 🗣

— a prayer and a promise (ex!rafe)

cw: ANGSTY!!, religious themes/prayer, flashback then present day scenes, fluffy/romantic interactions (flashback), emotional tension, a yearning ex!rafe (lmk if there is more...)

a/n: this kind of dynamic is sweet to me, just thought i'd write it! i have lots of ideas but i’m gonna slow down on posting so i can finish summer classes faster !!

flashback

the sun was high, warm and lazy above the cameron house, and you were laid out on your stomach in the grass, ankles crossed and bare feet swinging slowly in the air. your pink Bible lay open beneath you, pages soft and worn, a matching pink highlighter dragging through a few verses, faint pen marks circling little notes in the margins. you mouthed the words to yourself, letting them settle in slow.

the back door creaks open. you look up, covering your eyes from the sun— rafe's loud voice follows.

"lunch's ready! come eat, angel," rafe holds the door open. you nodded, your gaze returning back to the open Bible in front of you.

"one more verse," you mumbled— although, you'd been rereading that same verse and writing small observations on sticky notes. he just watched until you pack your Bible and pens up. you dust yourself off when you're finally up— there's a little skip in your rush to get over to your boyfriend.

he smiles down at you once you're beside him, clinging to your Bible and pens in one arm. his arm wraps around you and a oven mitt covered hand pats at your side.

"ignore the smell. i might've burnt the garlic bread," kissing your head with a laugh then guiding you to the set table.

he pulls your chair out and then pushed it back in once you settled. he sits in his chair beside you, already reaching for a spoonful of pasta. your fingers brush his and pause, your gaze meeting his with quiet affection.

"let's pray first, please," your hand takes his and gives a small squeeze.

“oh, right… m'sorry,” he whispered gently, nodding his head with yours. his eyes fluttered open just enough to catch yours, calm and soft— already feeling the peace settle in.

"thank you, Lord, for the food before us, the roof above our heads, the love constantly surrounding us. thank you for blessing us with each other's presence and keeping us safe in Your hands. bless the hands who made this meal— even if they did burn my garlic bread... amen." you do the sign of the cross, letting go of rafe's hand. he does it too, just clumsier and you snort at the sight of it.

"good job," you whispered, just proud he did it at all. he smiled shyly and finally lifted the spoon again, quietly mouthing amen to himself. he nods to you, filling your plate before he does his own.

present day

rafe's room is still. to him, it wasn't home anymore. home was you, but he didn't have you anymore. he hasn't for a while now.

he's knelt at the edge of his bed, hands closed together and forehead resting against them. "hey, big guy— haven't talked in a while, have we?" his bottom lip tight between his teeth, so nervous and almost ashamed.

"it's been a really hard couple of months. mmm, it goes without saying that. you already know anyway..." he's chuckling to himself to fight the tears in his eyes.

"haven't prayed since she and i broke up. she really— she brought out the best in me. i don't know what she saw in me. i-i still don't know."

his voice breaks, a quiet catch in his throat as tears start to spill down, unbidden and warm— each one carrying the weight of all he’s lost without her.

"i know i messed up. i know i did this. i pushed her away. but please… and i'm not the begging type, but... i miss her. i can't keep doing this. i'm trying to be a better man. the man she deserves. and if starting with You is how i'll get her back, i can do that," he sniffles, wiping his nose with his arm.

"she really trusts You. and if she does, then so will i."

he takes a beat to catch his breath.

“just bring her back. i’ll be better, God. please,” he sobs, his voice cracking on the last word as tears fall freely.

"thank you for listening. amen." he does the sign of the cross— more familiar with it now than compared to the first time you taught him.

as he finished his prayers, you were quietly praying too, hoping just as hard.

[honeyssilk]

BSF!RAFE RANKING DIFFERENT TYPES OF HUGS!

contents: language, rafe does NOT play about reader, slight possessive rafe wc: 224

“thought, this was important,” rafe says watching you set the camera up in front of the two of you. 

“it is! this is a hug ranking filter, so like just imagine if you saw another guy hugging me in any of these ways then rank them,” you explain as the timer counts down. 

ranking videos were a never-ending trend on social media, considering you could rank anything alone or with others. you were influenced to test out a filter, and you couldn’t think of anyone better to make one with than your best friend, rafe. 

“back hug? i hug you like that, you think i’m letting some random touch you that way? fuck no, put it at ten,” he says, his arms crossed against his chest as he leans back against the couch. 

“that’s a five but you better be the one not reciprocating, ‘m still kickin’ his ass for tryin’ shit with you,” he grumbles. 

“the catcher hug? baby, i’d lose my mind if i had the misfortune to witness that, don’t play with me,” rafe’s brows furrow as he releases a sigh through his nose. 

“so a nine?” you question, looking at him through the camera as he nods.

you let rafe continue his rankings, watching his expression grow more frustrated. "just end the video, 'm not putting cuddle hug at one."

[honeyssilk]

— muscles and mush (bf!rafe)

cw: fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff :3 clingy rafe mwahaha

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 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.

[honeyssilk]

SOMEONE LIKE U!

from the moment you met, both you and firefighter!rafe couldn't resist the pull you felt between each other. contents: how reader & rafe met, love at first sight, age gap (reader's 20 & rafe's 25), fluff! wc: 509

you just finished your final term at the community college you've been attending.

after the ceremony your college provided and the small get-together held by your family, you took your dog, clementine, on a walk around your neighborhood.

the setting sun left hues of pink and purple as the clouds above you left wispy streaks across the sky. the area was quiet except for the sound of clementine's orange-shaped collar charm chiming as she walked.

your quiet neighborhood leaves you with time to think about everything, from your next steps tomorrow to those for next year.

you hadn't realized how deep in thought you were until you felt clementine reaching the end of the leash. glancing up to see your energetic puppy sniffing the shoes of a stranger before jumping at their legs.

rushing over, you call out to your dog, "clementine, no."

your rambled apologies halt when you look up at the man, your gaze fixated on him for far too long to be considered normal. your eyes fixed on his sharp features.

the man unknowingly mirrors you as he shamelessly checks you out before clearing his throat, "you're all good, sweetheart," he pauses,"'m rafe."

generally, you wouldn't converse long with a stranger, much less give them your name, but as you looked into the soft blue hues of rafe's eyes, you couldn't resist the magnetizing pull you felt between the two of you.

upon noticing the darkening sky, rafe walks you back home. the conversation between you two flows comfortably before he stops in his tracks.

"you're shivering," he says, lifting his hoodie over his head.

somehow forgetting you were still in your dress from this afternoon, you quickly thank him before slipping the hoodie over your body. rafe chuckles, watching the fabric completely swallow you.

"i had my college graduation party today," you clarify, gesturing to your dress that slightly peeked out from under the hoodie.

"really? well, congrats, sweetheart," he says, your face flushing as butterflies swarm your stomach at the nickname he continuously uses.

curious, you ask, "are you in school or anything?"

he shakes his head, "nah, i'm a firefighter over at kildare fire."

your face lights up with an "oh!" expression as you notice the fire department's logo on the front of his grey shirt.

you soon end up back home, clementine immediately running up the porch steps. once her chocolate brown fur disappears through the doggy door, you turn to rafe.

sheepishly, you thank him for taking you home. instead of bidding him goodbye, you linger, and rafe takes that chance to speak.

running his hand over the spiky texture of his buzz cut, "would you wanna go get somethin' to eat sometime?" he asks.

a soft smile spreads across your face, watching his anxious expression fade when you say, "i'd love to."

the two of you exchange phone numbers before finally saying goodbye.

as you stand in the entryway of your house, staring at rafe's contact in your phone, you can't help but feel excited about this new beginning.

[honeyssilk]

— muscle memory (ex!rafe)

cw: alcohol use/intoxication, drug mention (weed), emotional tension, exes, some angst, toxic dynamics (implied)

a/n: this took forever to write- ONLY BECAUSE i had to make sure i had other parts too heheh.. but i hope you guys like this! please like/rb so i can continue to do more of this <3 kisses!

a bonfire at the boneyard— kooks, pogues, and tourons. you sit beside your friends as they all get drunk off their asses. you’re sober and clinging to yourself, wrapped in a hoodie you’d forgotten wasn’t even yours, and jean shorts— your chosen attire no longer fitting for the night’s weather. you’ve zoned out, your gaze fading into the flames of the fire, now locked onto a figure on the other side.

across from you, kooks are passing around a blunt and laughing, just high out of their minds. but that’s not what you’re looking at. it’s who. your ex-boyfriend, rafe cameron, just as intoxicated as the others. he stares through you, like you’re not there. like you’re nothing.

at least, that’s what it feels like. you saunter off on your own to sit by the waves— just far enough to be on dry sand, but feet in the retreating ocean water. your phone dings. opening it, you see a familiar number. it had been deleted months ago, but your mind can’t seem to forget it.

wjat r u doinb u wearin my hodie?? knwoin i’d be hre n stil missjng uuuu ur smethin els idkkk bsby

it's rafe... drunk and spamming your phone. he knows he’s your weakness. who could blame you? you two were in love— until it felt like you didn’t belong.

is tht u byy the wateerrr?? immmm comin ovr ther babyyy fruck u lookk beautifullLLL

of course he is. you hear sand kicking around and drunk laughter— his laughter. you turn your head, knees tight against your chest, watching him slump toward you.

“there’s my girl,” he yells out. he finally makes his way and slaps down beside you, leaning into your body.

“jeez, rafe. what’s wrong with you?” you hold him up, straightening him out.

“me? nothing!” he cackles. “ah… except i miss you… heyyyy. you still wear the perfume i got you?” he leans his face into your neck, getting a better whiff of it.

you sigh. he’s so damn drunk. you can’t really do anything, or else he might react badly. you fold, comforting him and keeping him close. but it's not like it took a lot of convincing yourself, right?

“hey, hey. let’s go. wanna go home? need me to take you?”

“but my bike!” he hollers, your hand smacks over his mouth to shut him up. he sticks his tongue out, wetting your palm.

“rafe!” you shake your hand and wipe it on his sleeve. he just hyena-laughs in your face.

“we can get your bike in the morning. let’s go,” you drag him up by his arms, but it’s impossible to do at all. he’s always so bulky with all the protein powder and creatine he inhales like it’s his life support.

“alright, i cannot drag you. up and at ’em. we’ll go to my car.”

the two of you slog through the sand and eventually make it to your car. rafe presses against the passenger door. “must’ve missed me soo bad if y’taking me home.” he cackles and pulls you into him by your hips with cold hands, almost magnetic.

“dude— rafe, stop it. i’m trying to help you.” pushing off him, you click the car unlocked, swing the door open, and push him into the passenger seat.

“buckle up,” you mutter as your patience wears thin at his childish drunkenness.

“buckle up,” he mocks. “like a fucking mom.”

slamming his door, you walk around the front and get into the driver’s side, buckling in and starting the car.

“you’re fine going home?”

he mumbles a quiet yes.

“alriiighty.”

after a few minutes of driving, his hand reaches across the console and finds yours— fingers clumsy at first, but certain. he laces them with yours like it's the most natural thing in the world, and his thumb starts tracing soft, slow lines across the back of your hand.

your lips part— halfway to tell him to stop, to remind him this isn’t what you do anymore. but the words don’t come.

because it doesn’t feel like a mistake.

it feels like routine. like second nature. like something your physical being missed before your mind even realized.

maybe it’s the way his touch is gentle, or the fact that he doesn’t even seem aware he’s doing it. maybe it’s how the movement is more muscle memory than anything else. how it calms you instead of starting something. no pressure. just presence.

so you don’t pull away. you let it happen.

you drive with one hand, eyes on the road, heart somewhere else— somewhere softer. and his thumb keeps moving, slow and quiet.

you park in front of his house and leave the engine running for a second longer than needed. his thumb is still tracing lazily on your hand like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. or maybe he does. that’s the thing with rafe— you never really know.

“mmkay, come on.” you gently slip your hand from his and unbuckle his seatbelt. he doesn’t move.

“we are home?” he says like a question, blinking slowly.

“yes. now get out of the car before i leave you.”

you get out first and walk around the car, opening his door and crouching a little.

“rafe. up.”

he groans like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, then stumbles as he swings his legs out. you catch him—barely—then sling his arm over your shoulder.

“jesus, you’re heavy.”

“mmm. muscle,” he hums, grinning into your hair as you both half-drag, half-walk up the front path. “you used to like it, remember?”

you don’t say anything. just keep your eyes ahead and focus on getting him to the door without falling over.

you fish his keys from his back pocket, then unlock the house, pushing the door inward with your hip. you pull him inside as he puts most of his weight onto your body and his boots thud heavily against the tiles. he’s so fucking close you can smell his cologne— the one you always loved on him. faint and distant, like the memory of when you were still sworn to him.

you help him kick his boots off and move them aside to the shoe corner.

“where’s your room again?” you tease lightly, trying to keep the mood easy.

“oh, you know where it is,” he laughs softly and swigs his head back.

you do. unfortunately.

he’s still hanging on you, head heavy on your shoulder now.

“you good?” you ask, catching your breath. “or are you gonna collapse here?”

“mmm,” he hums, “you staying?”

you freeze for a beat but keep walking, dragging him through the foyer toward the stairs.

“uhh… we’ll see. you’re gonna feel like hell in the morning,” you mutter.

“worth it,” he mumbles. “i got to see you tonight.”

you ignore that— mostly.

the silence that follows is heavy. he lets you lug him up the stairs, his hand still glued to yours— but neither of you says a word about it.

[honeyssilk]

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[honeyssilk]

FIRST PITCH!

chic!reader throwing the first pitch at baseballplayer!rafe's game! contents: established relationship, fluff, reader isn't famous but she's still loved :D, rafe is the catcher, rafe's quite handsy wc: 209

the warm spring weather creates a great atmosphere for the opening baseball season. the stands are filled with eagerly awaiting spectators as the commentators introduce you as you step onto the field.

you stood a few feet from your boyfriend, still able to see his piercing blue eyes through the gear he was wearing. you send him a cute wave, getting his focused gaze to falter.

the weighted ball is placed into your glove-covered hand as you're given a countdown. you steady yourself as the counts descend.

when both the crowd and the intercom reach one, you smoothly step and throw. rafe catches it effortlessly and the crowd cheers, marking the beginning of the game.

after the game, rafe's immediately finds you before any photographer or journalist can swarm you. "you did so well, baby," he says, his hands roaming your body as he takes in your appearance.

you were wearing his jersey with a tank top underneath and a pair of low-rise bootcut jeans, that his fingers immediately find the loops to, pulling you closer to him.

in all the photos you take together, rafe's hands are resting comfortably on your exposed skin. his eyes never leaving you, looking at you adoringly as you smile for the camera.

[honeyssilk]

MAIN THING!

firefighter!rafe coming home from work! contents: established relationship (they're married), fluff, rafe's in his 30s, reader in her mid-20s, they're super in love w each other! wc: 260

the late morning sun beams through your kitchen's curtains as birds chirp outside your window. the sound of your coffee machine brewing fills the silence of your home.

you're still groggy with a moisturizing sheet mask over your face. an old work shirt of rafe's hanging off your shoulder as you watch the caffeinated liquid fall into the pot until you hear your front door opening. you light up seeing your husband standing in the doorway.

"rafe!" you exclaim as you rush over to him, abandoning what you were previously doing.

he chuckles, setting his bag down to take you into his arms, "hey, sweetheart."

rafe softens as you take his face into your hands. your eyes dancing along along his features, making sure he didn't get injured anywhere.

"missed you," you say as you press yourself closer into him, breathing in the faint scent of smoke and his lingering cologne.

"me too, baby, more than you'd ever know," he replies, leaving a kiss on your lips.

after getting settled in, rafe meets you in the kitchen, immediately wrapping his brawny arms around your waist. he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, sighing contentedly. your giggles fill the kitchen at the feeling of rafe's buzz cut tickling your skin.

as you move around the kitchen, rafe watches you with that enamored look on his face he had each time he looked at you. so absolutely taken with you, and when you look up at him with that sweet smile of yours, he knows you felt the same.

[honeyssilk]

LET ME LOVE YOU!

upon your breakup with jj, you find comfort in rafe cameron... contents: rafe's mesmerized by reader, rafe's a bit of a rebound, language, & a bit suggestive, based on ariana grande's song let me love you a/n: tysm for over 100 followers!! i'm so glad you guys enjoy my work <33 wc: 231

after your breakup with jj, you were looking for a fling. someone opposite of your ex-boyfriend, and that person was rafe cameron.

you were never one to hang around kooks because you found them pretentious. but tonight you were cozied up with the worst of them all, and it felt so right.

you and rafe were sitting on his patio sofa after the party he had invited you to ended, embracing the stillness of the night.

breaking the silence, rafe speaks, "i'm surprised he didn't show up."

you hum, sipping on the drink you made earlier that night, "yeah, i mean we're over now, so he'd have no reason to come."

chuckling, he says, "so what, you're gonna mess with another pogue again?"

"well i'm here with you so obviously not," you eye him knowingly.

"yeah? finally comin' to your senses?" he asks rhetorically.

"guess i am, but you don't seem too opposed," you reply, toying with your nameplate necklace. his eyes drifting to where your manicured fingers landed against your tanned skin, to the flimsy strings that tied your top together.

"m'not, you finally know where you belong," he mutters, catching the way your glossed lip catches the moonlight.

"just for a bit though," you say, leaning closer to him, causing him to thickly swallow as he watches how your skirt rides up your crossed legs.

"yeah, whatever you want."