rafeverse

[rafeverse]

tiny toes & trepidation

CW: pregnancy/pregnant!reader, rafe freaks out when he finds out

AN: although i am reposting this from oceandriveab, i still want to give a shoutout to @rvfecamerons for helping me!! <3

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as her timer went off, signaling it was time to flip over the three pregnancy tests she had just taken and face their results.

with shaking hands, she turned the first test over. pregnant. she took a deep, shaky breath as she felt tears pricking at her eyes.

she then moved to the second test. pregnant. she didn’t hesitate in flipping over the third one as she already knew what it would say. pregnant.

“oh god. oh god. oh god. oh god.” Y/N’s entire body shook and she grabbed onto the bathroom counter for support. she was breathing heavily now and sobbing uncontrollably.

“what am i going to do?” she thought to herself. “and how am i going to tell rafe?”

rafe cameron, her boyfriend of 4 years now, was riddled with mommy and daddy issues. he had never really said anything to Y/N about wanting to start a family, and she had never really mentioned it. when they did talk about it, she discovered his insecurities regarding the kind of father he would be. he never wanted to be like ward. so, to avoid ever even having a chance of maybe being the kind of father ward was, rafe just didn't want kids at all. Y/N accepted this, regardless of what she wanted, and all was well. until now.

Y/N had calmed down a bit and was now taking deep breaths, as she accepted her fate and wondered what would happen once rafe got home.

-

several hours later, Y/N was sitting on the couch when she heard the lock click and the door open. she looked between the pregnancy tests in her hand and the door quickly before sliding the tests under the blanket she was using and trying her best to remain calm.

"hey baby," rafe leaned over the couch and pressed a kiss to Y/N's lips before moving to her jaw and neck. "missed you today."

she hummed, leaning into his touch. "i missed you too."

"let me get changed and we can go eat, yeah?"

Y/N nodded and watched as rafe disappeared into their bedroom.

she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding in and stared at the tests one last time before throwing them in her purse.

-

after dinner, as they were riding around town, rafe noticed that Y/N was much quieter than usual. most days, whenever he came home, she was running her mouth 90 to nothing, telling him all about her day. today, however, she barely spoke and when she did, she seemed anxious.

"what's on your mind, pretty girl?" rafe rubbed her upper thigh and turned to look at his girlfriend who was staring out the window.

"noth-" she went to speak, but was cut off by his grip on her thigh tightening.

"Y/N. don't lie to me." she saw his eyes turn dark briefly before he turned his attention back towards the road. "you're usually talking my fucking ear off, but you've been almost completely silent tonight. i know something is bothering you, so just tell me what it is."

"can i- can i just tell you when we get home?" Y/N mumbled, diverting her attention to her cuticles after noticing how his knuckles turned white from briefly gripping the steering wheel so tightly.

Y/N's heart rate quickened as they got closer and closer to home. she was shaking by the time rafe pulled into the driveway. after putting his truck in park, he shifted in his seat so he could look at her.

"well?" rafe was growing impatient not knowing what was bothering his girlfriend. he tried to hide the fact that his mind was racing and he was almost as anxious as she was as he thought about what she would possibly say.

"i-um," Y/N took a deep breath. "i'm pregnant."

rafe froze. his throat went dry and he felt sick. he blinked at her several times, trying to process what she had just said.

"you're what?" Y/N quickly looked over his face and body language, trying to read him.

"yeah, i-um-i've just, um, been feeling kind of weird lately and so i took some tests and they were all positive." Y/N gulped as she opened her purse, grabbed the tests, and placed them on the middle console.

rafe picked up all three tests and looked at them for several minutes, not saying anything.

"rafe, i-" she started but he cut her off, shaking his head.

"get out." he spoke, placing the tests back down and looking straight ahead.

"what?" Y/N felt tears brimming at her waterline.

"get out of my truck." rafe still wouldn't look at her.

"rafe-"

"goddamnit, Y/N, get out of my fucking truck! now!" Y/N flinched as he yelled and slammed his hands on his dashboard.

she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out of the truck. her feet had barely touched the ground before rafe put his truck in reverse and sped out the driveway.

Y/N sobbed as she watched his truck disappear. she wasn't exactly sure how he would react, but she certainly didn't think he would do that. weakly, she walked inside the house and into their shared bedroom. she flopped onto the bed and cried loudly into her pillows until she was almost hoarse.

-

rafe drove until he finally reached the one place where he knew he'd be able to get some peace and quiet- the beach. for once in his life, he was grateful it was almost wintertime. he put his truck in park, grabbed a half-empty bottle of expensive liquor he found in his backseat, and began walking towards the water.

he sat down and brought his knees to his chest, wrapping one arm around them and using the other to lift the bottle to his lips.

after he had taken a swig, he placed the bottle beside him and stared out onto the water, just thinking.

he thought about Y/N. about himself. about their baby. his baby.

he hadn't meant to react the way he did, but his mind was racing after hearing her news and he desperately needed to be alone. he needed to process what she said and what it meant.

he was going to be a father and he was scared to death. tears began streaming down his face as he took another drink. rafe never had any intentions of being a father, as he was always afraid of becoming like ward. he would hate himself if he brought a child into this world and unknowingly began treating them how ward had always treated him-cruelly and coldly.

he knew that he always said he'd never be like ward. he knew he was strong-willed and stubborn. but, was it enough? would he be able to practice the words he preached? rafe wasn't sure and this was what terrified him. he didn't want to let Y/N and their child down, but he was so scared.

he hung his head and pulled at the roots of his hair. he'd never be able to live with himself if he just left. he loved Y/N too much to make her do this on her own.

rafe took one more swig of the alcohol before chucking the bottle into the ocean. he sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. he shook his head and slapped himself on the face several times.

"c'mon, rafe. man up. there's nothing you can do about it now, so-so you just gotta accept it." rafe nodded as he spoke to himself. "you're gonna be a dad and Y/N's gonna be a mom and you guys are going to be fine. everything is going to be fine." he took several more deep breaths before finally rising and making his way back towards his truck.

on his silent ride home, he noticed one store still had its lights on, signalling that it was still open. as he got a little closer, he realized what it was- a children's boutique. he snorted at the irony as he pulled into a parking spot and made his way inside.

"hello! welcome in!" an older lady he didn't recognize smiled at him as he walked through the doors. rafe returned her smile and gave her a nod as he began looking through all of the racks and displays.

"looking for anything in particular?" the older lady questioned and rafe shook his head. "not unless you have something that says 'i'm sorry for freaking the fuck out on you when you told me you're pregnant, i'm just scared of being a shitty father'", he thought to himself.

his body stiffened when he felt a warm hand on his back several minutes later. he turned to the side to see the older woman was now standing beside him. "when did you find out, sweetheart?"

"um, a few hours ago." rafe swallowed thickly as he ran his fingers over the soft fabric of the onesies in front of him. "i kind of freaked the fuck out and left...so i could think."

the woman gave him a sad smile, nodding and rubbing his back as she listened. "that's just part of it, son. you're both freaking out and scared right now, and that's okay. that's normal. what matters is that you stay by each other, stick by each other's sides. you'll learn as you go, but you'll never have everything figured out. you will never be a perfect parent- a perfect father-and that's okay. as long as you have each other, you'll be fine."

rafe felt a few tears slide down his cheek. she was right. the two of you would be fine. you'd figure this out together and everything would be okay.

he sniffed and quickly wiped his tears away, turning to the older woman and smiling. "thank you."

"of course." she squeezed his shoulder before walking back towards the front counter.

rafe grabbed several onesies he knew Y/N would love and went to check out. the lady spoke again as she bagged his items. "you know, you're already doing better than a lot of dads just by going back home to her."

rafe chuckled at this as he slid his card back into his wallet and grabbed his bag. "thank you."

the older lady smiled at him one last time as he walked out the door.

-

Y/N grew anxious as she heard the rumbling of his truck entering their driveway. she was fully expecting him to storm in, pack his bags, and leave without another word. when she heard him open the door and close (not slam) it, she couldn't help but feel a bit confused. she sat silently against their headboard, biting her thumbnail as she waited for him to reach their bedroom.

"Y/N?" rafe called as he walked down the hallway. when she didn't respond, he began walking a bit faster. he let out a breath when he saw her sitting in their bed.

"hey." he gulped, looking her up and down. he could tell she had been crying alot. her eyes were puffy and red and there were spots all over the sleeves of her t-shirt from where she had wiped her nose and eyes.

"baby, i'm so sorry." rafe sighed sadly. he placed the bag of onesies on the floor, grabbed her chin and moved it gently to make her look at him. his heart broke into a million pieces looking into her sad eyes. "i'm so sorry. i know i shouldn't have yelled at you like that, but, i was just scared. when you told me that you’re pregnant, i just...i felt all of these-these emotions at once and i just freaked out. i needed to be alone so i could think about what this means for me and for us. i know i should've just told you that, but i couldn't. i just went to the beach for a little bit. i thought about how scary this is and how i never want to be like my own father. i never want to let our kid down like he did for me so many times. i don't want to let you down. i'm just scared. i'm really scared, Y/N. "

seeing rafe cry brought tears back to Y/N's eyes. she knew what kind of man his father was and she knew how badly it affected rafe and how he never wanted to follow in his footsteps.

"rafe," Y/N wiped a few tears off of his cheek with her thumb. "i know you're scared. i know you're feeling so many emotions right now and that's okay. i'm fucking terrified." she let out a breathy laugh, making rafe smile. "but, at the end of the day, we have each other and that's what matters. we're bringing a baby into this world together, rafe, and it is scary but all we can do is our best. we'll learn as we go and we'll be there for each other when shit gets real because that's what we've always done and we're not changing that now, okay?"

rafe nodded and Y/N leaned in, kissing him slowly. after a minute, they pulled away from the kiss and let their foreheads rest against each others.

"i love you." Y/N spoke softly, kissing him again.

"i love you too." rafe mumbled into the kiss.

he pulled away quickly as he remembered the bag that sat at his feet.

“what is it?”

“i got you something.” rafe smiled as he placed the small bag in front of Y/N.

her eyebrows furrowed as she reached into the bag, but once she pulled out the first onesie, she felt her heart swell.

“oh, rafe.” Y/N beamed at him as she continued looking at the small clothes rafe had picked out.

“well, i guess it’s actually for the baby and not, like, for you, but…” his cheeks turned pink and he scratched the back of his head, smiling sheepishly.

“they’re perfect.” Y/N placed the onesies back in the bag and set the bag back on the floor. she scooted closer to rafe and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her. “thank you.”

Y/N kissed rafe, softly at first, but things quickly heated up when she felt his tongue poke at her bottom lip, asking for access to her mouth.

when she allowed him to deepen the kiss, he began pushing her backwards onto the bed.

when she felt his large hands begin to push up the fabric of her t-shirt, she gasped excitedly, knowing she was about to be in for a long night full of makeup sex.

-

over the next several months, rafe became increasingly protective over Y/N and her baby bump that was growing everyday. if they went out, he always had his arm around her. at home, he waited on her hand and foot, hardly allowing her to do a single thing for herself.

Y/N’s best friend insisted on doing a gender reveal party, so that was what they did. with their closest loved ones surrounding them, Y/N and rafe grinned at each other before twisting their confetti poppers and releasing pink confetti in the air around them. Y/N jumped into rafe’s arms and he spun her around, kissing her as he placed her back on the ground.

“rafe!! we’re having a baby girl!!”

“we’re having a baby girl!!” they shared another kiss through the happy tears that were now streaming down both of their faces as their families and friends cheered.

rafe had topper and kelce come over to help him paint the nursery walls pink and build the crib and other furniture. he took Y/N shopping for clothes, decor, and whatever else she felt like the baby needed. he brought in every single package that seemed to never stop appearing on their doorstep.

rafe was proud of himself. he still had his fears and his nerves were still everywhere, but he no longer felt them as much as he did when he first found out. he was finally beginning to chill.

well, at least until Y/N’s water broke.

“rafe! rafe, wake up!” he sat straight up and turned his bedside lamp on before turning to his girlfriend.

“what? what’s wrong?” he scanned her over, but couldn’t tell what was going on.

“my water just broke. she’s coming, rafe.” his eyes widened and he immediately jumped into action.

“what do you need me to do before we go?” rafe was now standing in front of her with his hands on her shoulders and a panicked look in his eyes.

“can you just help me get dressed and into the car? and can you double check our bags to make sure we have everything?” Y/N placed her hands on his and squeezed them.

“yeah, yeah.” rafe nodded before placing a kiss to her forehead and running into their closet and grabbing the outfit she had picked out for herself several days before.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at rafe as he continued to get everything ready. he paced back and forth between their bedroom and quadruple checked all of their bags to make sure they didn’t leave anything behind.

when he was confident that everything was ready, he loaded the bags into the car and ran back inside to help Y/N out and into the passenger seat. he opened the door for her and held her hands and she slid in, making sure she was comfortable before shutting her door and rushing over to the drivers side. usually, they would’ve taken his truck, but, since it sat so high, they decided it would be smarter to drive her smaller car.

as rafe went to put the car in reverse, Y/N stopped him by placing one hand on his and the other on his shoulder. he paused and turned to her, his heart swelling when he saw that, despite the discomfort and pain she was feeling, she had the biggest smile on her face.

“rafe, we’re going to have a baby.”

“we’re going to have a baby.”

he laughed as he kissed her one last time before putting the car in reverse and speeding to the hospital.

-

“okay, Y/N. it’s time to push. are you ready?” the doctor asked and Y/N nodded.

“mr. cameron, are you ready?” Y/N rolled her eyes when rafe popped the hem of his plastic glove and nodded.

“alright, let’s have a baby.”

-

rafe and Y/N waited anxiously for their baby girl to return from the nursery.

after what felt like decades, they heard a knock at the door. rafe jumped up when the door opened and he saw the nurses bringing mia in.

“she did so good in the nursery, momma and daddy.” the nurse spoke with a smile. “are you ready to hold her?”

“yes! yes, please!” Y/N nodded furiously and adjusted herself before the nurse placed mia in her arms.

rafe sat on the bed beside them and Y/N laid her head on his shoulder as they both looked at their beautiful baby girl.

his heart swelled when she opened her eyes and began looking between both of her parents.

“hi baby, i’m your mommy.” Y/N brought the baby closer to her and gave her a small kiss on the head before moving her towards rafe. “this is your daddy.”

he smiled before also pressing a kiss to mia’s head. “hi beautiful. we love you so much already.”

“mia renée cameron, the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.” rafe’s heart swelled as mia grabbed ahold of his finger.

“do you wanna hold her?” Y/N asked, looking up at him.

“oh, um, i-yeah, i just- i don’t wanna hurt her.” rafe gulped as he looked between Y/N and mia.

Y/N shook her head as she moved to put mia in rafe’s arms. “nonsense. just sit up and do your arms like mine.”

rafe did as he was told and smiled when mia was finally in his arms. he was extremely still and careful, nervous that any sudden movement would ruin everything. Y/N picked up on this and pressed a kiss to his arm.

“relax, baby. you’re doing great.” she smiled at him before turning her attention back to their daughter.

rafe released the breath he’d been holding and admired the sight before him. he never felt more complete than he did at that moment- sitting in the hospital bed with mia in his lap and Y/N at his side. he was nervous and anxious and terrified and everything in between. but, in that moment, he realized he would be okay. the two of you would figure this parenting thing out and mia would be the happiest, healthiest, most spoiled baby in all of north carolina.

everything was finally going to be okay.

[rafeverse]

i wish that you would stay in my memories

CW: rafe and r are arguing

it’s been a couple months/ that’s just about enough time for me to stop crying when i look at all the pictures/now i kinda smile/ i haven’t felt that in a while

you laid in bed, sighing as you tapped through your Flashback from December 10th story on snapchat. you knew what to expect, but you looked through it anyways for old times sake.

you smiled as you saw pictures and videos of you and your on-again/off-again boyfriend, rafe, from last year and the year before. the two of you had decided to have a ‘very christmas-y’ day, so you spent the entire day watching christmas movies and making gingerbread houses and spent that night driving around town looking at christmas lights.

you paused when you saw a video from last year, one that had been your favorite for the longest time.

while you and rafe were making your gingerbread houses, you secretly opened snapchat and placed your phone at an angle where you would both be seen, and started recording.

rafe wasn’t paying any attention at all- too busy on perfecting his gingerbread house- so he didn’t notice you putting a huge glob of green icing on your finger. you smiled to yourself, stifling a laugh as you waited for the perfect opportunity.

rafe put his tube of icing down for a brief moment, and before he could think, you snatched it from his spot and wiped the glob of icing on his face.

he didn’t say anything at first, he just stared at you with his jaw dropped in surprise.

“alright, fine.” rafe nodded, wiping the icing off. you turned and giggled into the camera and were about to stop the video when you felt rafe pour sprinkles on your head.

“rafe!” you both laughed as he quickly got up from his chair and began running away from you, not wanting any ‘payback.’

you watched the video several times before moving on, still with a soft smile on your face. you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for your reaction. if you would have seen this video a few months ago, you would’ve clutched your phone to your chest and sobbed, begging someone, anyone, to bring your rafe back to you. now, however, you’d had time to process things and were working on moving on every day.

it’s late, i hear the doorbell ringing and it’s pouring/ i open up the door, see your [blue] eyes at the entrance/you just wanna talk, and i can’t turn away a wet dog

your eyebrows furrowed when you heard what seemed to be a knock at your front door. you dismissed it, thinking it was just the weather, and went back to scrolling.

not a minute later, there came another series of knocks. you groaned as you rolled out of bed and made your way to the door, mentally cursing whoever had you out of bed this late in this weather.

when you looked through the peephole, you froze. taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

he looked up at the sound of the door unlocking and opening. he felt a wave of pretty much every emotion wash over him when he saw your face again for the first time in months.

you, on the other hand, blinked slowly at him, trying to make sure you were seeing correctly.

“rafe? what, uh, what are you doing?” you peeked your head outside, looking around him to make sure his friends weren’t hiding somewhere, pulling a stupid prank on you.

“hey, Y/N.” he cleared his throat before continuing. “i was just…around, and i just wanted to talk.”

your face scrunched up in confusion. “rafe, it’s 3 a.m. you’re not here to ‘just talk.’”

“no, i-i am. honest.” he put his hands up in surrender. “and i need to get the rest of my stuff, so can you just let me in, please? i’m walking and it’s raining cats and fucking dogs. and, if you couldn’t tell, i don’t really have anything to block the rain with.”

“guess i can’t turn away a wet dog.” you sighed as you opened the door wider and moved over, allowing him to step inside.

i wish that you would stay in my memories/ but you show up today, just to ruin things/ i wanna put you in the past 'cause i’m traumatized/ but you're not letting me do that/…too busy playing the victim to be listening to me when i say "i wish that you would stay in my memories"

like clockwork, he hung his jacket on a hook on your wall and made his way into your kitchen. you watched, slightly shocked but not surprised, as he made himself comfortable, grabbing a bag of chips out of your pantry. you scoffed and shook your head at his audacity, rolling your eyes as he sat across from you at your small kitchen table.

“you might as well move back in while you’re at it!” you said sarcastically.

“don’t threaten me with a good time.” rafe sent you a wink, smirking as he popped another chip in his mouth.

you decided to refrain from telling him how badly you wanted to fucking kill him in that moment and just rolled your eyes at him instead.

“can you just tell me what the fuck you want to talk about so you can get the fuck out and i can go back to bed?” you crossed your arms as you made eye contact with him, grateful that your resting bitch face was covering up the fact that you currently felt like screaming, crying, and throwing up.

“oh, i mean, i didn’t really wanna talk about anything. i just wanted to talk to you.” rafe shrugged as he finished his sentence.

“rafe.” you closed your eyes as you quickly prayed for the strength and patience you would need to deal with this. “get the fuck out.”

“what? what’d i do?” he was sitting up now and looking at you confused.

“what did you do?” you squinted your eyes at him, not believing the words that just came out of his mouth. “what did you do?” you ran your hand over your face, taking a deep breath before looking at him again.

“i don’t know, rafe. let’s think for a second!” you sarcastically said as you put your finger under your chin and tapped it several times. you saw the way his jaw clenched and could tell you were beginning to piss him off, but you didn’t care. “oh, i remember! so, a few months ago (in august, actually), you broke up with me for no apparent reason. yeah, remember? when you ended a 3 year relationship for no reason at all, other than the fact that it didn’t suit you, as i heard. and, i mean, i’m not sure what you did after that, but i stayed in bed for almost three months and cried, wondering what was so wrong with me that i no longer suited you. do you know how fucking, like, traumatic and damaging that is, rafe? it was awful. i was awful.” you shook your head as you looked at him, feeling tears brimming in your eyes. he went to speak, but you cut him off. “i’m finally getting to a point where i’m somewhat okay with it and am processing things now and just trying to keep you in my memories, but what do you do? you show back up tonight just to ruin things. just to twist the knife a little deeper.”

“what about me, huh? you ever thought about how i felt?” rafe stood abruptly, making his chair screech as it slid across the hardwood floors. “‘course you didn’t. you only care about yourself, Y/N. you don’t care that i had to get fucked up every night and day just to think straight.” he began pacing back and forth, arms flailing as he motioned to himself while he talked.

“are you serious? like are you actually fucking serious right now?” you scoffed at his audacity again. “you’re going to sit here and play the victim after what i just said? did you not hear me over your self loathing, rafe, or were you just not listening? i just told you that you,” you were standing in front of him now, pressing your pointer finger into his chest as you spoke, “you caused me to cry myself to sleep and overanalyze everything about myself for months to find out which parts of me no longer suited you. and you want me to feel sorry for you because you just ‘had’ to get drunk and high every day for a few weeks, like that’s some big fucking spectacle! like you don’t do that every single day anyways?”

he grabbed your face tightly, squishing your cheeks together. you didn’t have to stare too long to see that his eyes had gone dark and he was pissed. “watch your fucking mouth,” he said through gritted teeth.

any other time, you would’ve folded immediately at his display of dominance. but right now, you were furious as you slapped his hand away and stepped back. “no! now, get out of my house!”

“i’m not leaving, damnit.” he slammed his eyes down onto your table, making you flinch at the noise. the tears that had been threatening to spill out for the past few minutes finally began streaming down your face as you reached your limit with him.

now i can't say goodbye if you stay here the whole night/ you see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning/over and over again

“rafe, please just leave! get out of my house! i’ve been trying so fucking hard to just close this chapter and leave you in my memories but you just won’t let me! i can’t do this stupid on-again/off-again shit anymore. especially not after what you said.” you sniffled as you brought your hands to your face, wiping away your tears.

he felt his heart start to break at your words. sadness was ever present in his eyes and was all over his face.

“Y/N, come on. we’re both hurting right now and-“

you shook your head, taking several steps backwards and away from him.

grab your books and your coat/ and that one good cologne that you bought when we were fighting/ ‘cause it's still on my clothes, everything that i own and it makes me feel like dying/ i was barely just surviving

“rafe, i’m going to ask you one more time to please leave. just get the rest of your books and your north face jacket and that stupid versace cologne, that you bought and sprayed on all of my shit while we were fighting that one time, and go. i’m so sick of seeing all of your things and smelling you all the fucking time. like, damn, as if it wasn’t enough for me to have been barely just surviving, i had to smell like you too?” you laughed humorlessly and ran your hands through your hair.

he opened his mouth to say something back, maybe a snarky comment about how he should just leave the cologne for whatever loser you get with after him to find, but he didn’t. he wanted so badly to say something, but he couldn’t form a single word.

you were right and he knew it. you could tell by the defeated look on his face that he knew it- that he knew everything you said was true. giving up, he turned on his heels and made his way to your bedroom.

you watched as he flicked the light on and began grabbing his things. you cried silently, finally letting it sink in that this chapter of your life was officially closing.

when he returned, he didn’t say anything. you walked behind him to the door and opened it for him, seeing as his hands were full. he stepped out onto your porch and turned to look at you one last time.

his eyes that were usually either piercing blue or dark and angry were now sad. you noticed that he had started crying, too.

it took every ounce of strength for you to say “goodbye, rafe” as you shut the door in his face. you weren’t sure how long he stayed out there or if he left immediately, as you had already made your way back into your bed and curled up, sobbing into your pillows and blankets.

if you would’ve watched him, you would’ve seen the way he stood and stared at your door for several minutes and debated on going right back in. he ultimately decided to turn around and begin his walk back home.

he kicked rocks as he mumbled to himself,

“at least you’ll be in her memories.”

[rafeverse]

i miss you, i'm sorry

CW: a very upset rafe, mentions of blood

3:12 A.M. 

Y/N’s peaceful sleeping was disrupted by the sound of her phone ringing. she rolled over and grabbed it from her nightstand, unplugging it from the charger and bringing it closer to her. she didn’t bother to look at who was calling her at this hour before she answered, pressing the phone to her ear. 

“hello?” Y/N spoke through a yawn. 

she heard the other person take a breath before they replied. 

“Y/N?” he asked nervously. 

her eyes widened the second she heard his voice. if she wasn’t awake before, she was definitely awake now.

“rafe?” Y/N pulled her phone from her ear to look at the screen, trying to make sure her ears weren’t deceiving her. her heartbeat quickened when she saw the caller id. Rafe Cameron. 

“um, yeah, it’s me. i can’t sleep, so i figured i’d call you.” he let out an awkward laugh as he ran his free hand through his hair, mentally kicking himself for not knowing what to say. 

“rafe, you can’t be doing this. not only are we not together anymore, but it’s also 3 AM and i have class tomorrow.” Y/N sighed. 

“i-i know. i just-please? i just need to talk to you.” rafe bit his thumbnail as he anxiously awaited her response. he hadn’t been able to think about anything but Y/N for months now and he was dying to talk to her. 

“rafe…” Y/N knew she should’ve hung up as soon as she heard his voice. as soon as she realized who it was on the other side of the call. but, she didn’t. she couldn’t. she could not bring herself to move her phone from her ear and press that little red button. so, instead, she stayed quiet as he spoke. 

“just hear me out.” rafe took a deep breath and thought about what he wanted to say next. he had been thinking about this, about talking to her again for the first time, for months and now that he was here, he was mute. 

Y/N just hummed, letting him know he could go on. 

“i really fucking miss you, okay? i miss everything about you, about us. the good and the bad. i miss waking up next to you in the mornings and in the middle of the night. i miss seeing and touching you whenever i wanted. i miss when we would fight in your old apartment after i fucked something up and the way you’d throw dishes when you were disappointed. i miss you. i miss us.” tears were threatening to spill out of his eyes and he fought them as hard as he possibly could, not wanting to break down on the phone with her before getting his point across. 

“rafe, you chose this, okay? you broke up with me. you ended things, not me.” Y/N huffed, slowly becoming agitated. 

“no. no. nothing happened in the way i wanted. i didn’t want to break up with you, Y/N. i didn’t want to throw away everything we’ve worked so hard to build over the past 3 years, but i didn’t really have a choice, okay? i didn’t want you to get caught up in all the bullshit i’ve been dealing with lately with my dad and barry and every fucking thing else that never seems to stop coming my way, okay?” rafe’s head was hung low and he was pulling so hard at his hair that he was surprised he wasn’t pulling it out. 

“that doesn’t even make sense! you know i can handle all that shit. i can handle ‘your world.’ i could have been there with you, but you would not let me.” Y/N now felt tears pricking at her own eyes, but she just sniffled and tried to hold them in. 

“you are here. you are always here, even when you’re not, and that’s the problem. every fucking corner of this house is haunted because of you. everything i do, everything i know, brings me back to you, to us. i need you to come back, Y/N. it’s so fucking exhausting living with-with your ghost. please, just come back to me. i still love you, i promise.” he was fully crying now and she could tell. he knew she could tell but he didn’t care. rafe missed Y/N so terribly and all he wanted was for her to come over and tell him everything would be okay. 

“rafe,” Y/N inhaled, trying to contain her own crying. “stop. please just stop. we can’t–i can’t do this again. i won’t come back just for you to leave me again when you get overwhelmed. i won’t do that to myself and i won’t let you do it to me, either.” Y/N shook her head. she wasn’t sure if her words were meant to convince him or herself. 

“but-” he began to speak again but was cut off by her sob. 

“no, just stop. stop.” Y/N could no longer withhold her tears and was now a sobbing mess. not wanting to hear what more he had to say, she quickly hung up and laid her phone back on her nightstand. Y/N hugged her shaking body as she cried.

“wait, Y/N!” rafe’s entire body lit up with anger, frustration, and sadness as he heard the beeps that signalled she hung up. 

his phone screen began crushing in his hand due to his grip. when he felt the glass puncture his skin, he jumped out of bed and walked out onto his balcony. he walked to the railing and threw his phone as far out as he possibly could before slamming his fists on the railing and walking back inside. 

rafe was breathing rapidly now and the only thing he could think about was how, if she was there, she’d be telling him to find 5 things he could see, 4 things he could feel, 3 things he could hear, 2 things he could smell, and 1 thing he could taste. he could see her rolling her eyes when he would always choose her as his 1 thing. this memory only angered him more. 

“fuck!” without even thinking, rafe had punched a hole right through his bedroom wall. he was knocking things over, tearing pictures from walls-practically destroying his entire room in a fit of anger. 

he stood against his bedroom door, chest heaving with tears streaming down his face and blood covering his knuckles. 

“fuck.” rafe was quieter this time as he slid down against his door and onto the floor. he slammed the back of his own head against his door several times before finally bringing his knees up and resting his head on them. he wrapped his arms around his legs and sat against his door, sobbing. 

he felt something touch his foot and when he looked up to see what it was, he felt a wave of emotions all over again. it was a picture of Y/N and himself that one of her friends had taken of them dancing at midsummers. he sniffled as he ran his thumb over the picture. 

“i miss you, i’m sorry.”

[rafeverse]

lines on you

CW: coke, rafe doing lines off reader's body, implied sex but no depictions ( </3 sorry this was before i started writing smut) hope u still enjoy ^_^

y/n and rafe sat in rafe’s truck outside of the annual midsummers event that had already started 30 minutes ago. y/n was thinking they would sprint out of the truck as soon as she heard rafe put it in park, but she was proved wrong when she saw him pull a small plastic bag out of his coat pocket.

“rafe! seriously? can’t you just do it in the bathroom? we’re already 30 minutes late.” y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes at her boyfriend as he looked around the truck, trying to find the best place to set up his fix. she crossed her arms over her chest and laid back against the seat, staring at him.

rafe hushed her as he bent down slightly, getting ready to pour some of the white powder out onto his middle console. right before he did, though, he gave one last glance to his girlfriend…

‘s tits that seemed to be staring right in his face.

he blinked a few times and lifted his head up, eyeing her up and down. the black dress she was wearing was already low enough and her arms being under her chest, pushing her tits up did nothing but make her cleavage that much more prominent.

when she noticed his staring, she couldn’t help the blush that began creeping over her cheeks.

“what?” she asked him, trying not to let a smile break her poker face.

“let me do this line off your tits, baby.” rafe smirked. his eyes traveled to her chest and then back to her eyes as he spoke.

“what?!” y/n screeched, not sure if she heard him correctly.

“come on, it’ll be fun. climb in the back.” rafe climbed out of the drivers side door, pulled the driver’s seat all the way up, and then made his way to the back.

y/n shook her head, smiling as she did the same.

when she got in, she laid down across the seats. rafe crouched down behind the driver’s seat in the floor beside her.

he looked at her and smiled, which made her giggle. this, in turn, made him laugh.

“okay, okay, enough! you ready?” rafe grabbed the small plastic bag in one hand and cupped y/n’s face in the other. when she nodded at him, he began pouring the white substance on her chest.

“oh, wait! wait! can i take pictures? please?” rafe’s jaw clenched slightly, as he was itching to get his fix, but he stopped pouring and grabbed her phone from the front seat. she grinned as she grabbed it from him. giving him the ‘okay’ to continue , y/n flipped her phone around and took pictures of the two of them.

“god, you’re so hot-“

“what are you guys do-oh”

rafe and y/n both looked as they heard the door opened by none other than y/n’s best friend, parker.

“oh, hey p.” y/n smiled at her best friend who was still standing there with the door wide open, causing rafe to grow angrier with every second. “we’ll be right out! can you take our picture before you go, though?” she handed her phone to her friend who just laughed and began taking pictures of the couple. after the look rafe gave her, parker took as many pictures as she could before handing y/n her phone and slamming the door, running back to the country club.

rafe shook his head and took a deep breath, just like y/n taught him. “she’s so fucking stupid. leaving the door wide open for everyone to see. and then why the fuck did she think she could just slam my goddamn door like that, huh? did you tell her she could do that stupid shit?” rafe grabbed her chin in his hands, picking her head up slightly and bringing his face closer to hers.

“no, baby. she didn’t even mean to slam it. now, come on. let’s go so we can finish our photoshoot and get in this party. i need a drink after dealing with you.” y/n pressed a quick kiss to his lips and he let her go, both of them returning to their previous positions.

y/n snapped one million pictures while rafe snorted the long white line off of her cleavage. when he finished, he picked up any excess with his index finger.

“open your mouth.” rafe instructed.

her eyes widened as he swiped his finger along her gums, rubbing the excess cocaine off onto them.

he helped her sit up and climbed out of the truck while she fixed her hair. once she was completely ready, he held his hand out for her to hold as she made her way down.

“come on, beautiful. you need to be on the dance floor.”

-

later that night, y/n and rafe (both a bit wine drunk and horny) giggled as they made their way into the house, not being able to keep their hands or lips off of each other for even a second.

as things began to heat up, they made their way to the bedroom. rafe walked y/n backwards towards the bed. she laid down and giggled, biting her lip as he began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

he finished undressing himself and then began helping her, kissing her up and down her body.

before he went down on her, though, he stopped.

“baby, can i please do a line off your tits again? that was fucking hot.” rafe hopped off the bed and made his way towards his nightstand, where his stash was.

y/n nodded and grabbed her phone, using the camera to check her hair and makeup while rafe was getting back on the bed. he smirked and tutted when he realized what she was doing.

“oh, you bad girl. i thought it was hot when you were taking pictures of me doing this while we had our clothes on, but you doing this while we’re naked? when you know i’m about to fuck the shit outta you and mess up that perfect makeup and hair you just checked and fixed? goddamn baby.”

rafe smiled, planting a kiss to her lips. after a minute, he pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers. “you really are my perfect girl. you were made just for me, you know that?”

he brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and smiled, noticing how his words were bringing a blush to her already pink cheeks.

she nodded, kissing him again and snapping pictures the whole time.

-

the next morning, rafe and y/n sat cuddled in bed as they looked through their pictures from the night before. he would watch as she would add the best ones to her favorites folder and then go through and edit them all to her liking. he didn’t understand why she felt the need to fix the contrast or the saturation or add a filter, but he watched anyways.

“do you like it?” she asked him once she finished one.

“mhm” he mumbled against her hair. “send me these. all of them. i need a new lockscreen.”

and so, y/n sent him all of the pictures she took and instructed him on which pictures he could (and could never) use as his lockscreen.

[rafeverse]

the new plug

CW: r sells weed

“goddamn, bro” rafe coughed, carefully handing the red bong back to kelce. “this is some good shit.”

“fuck yeah it is. i got it from my new plug, got the best weed you’ll ever smoke in your life.” kelce placed the bong back on the table in front of him.

“what happened to that other dude you were buying from? leo or some shit?” rafe asked, prepping the bowl to take another hit.

kelce shook his head, “he’s a fucking bitch. he scammed me and then just disappeared. nobody’s seen him.”

rafe nodded, carefully lighting the bowl. “so, who’s your new guy?”

“actually,” kelce’s face lit up with a boyish smile. “it’s a girl.”

rafe almost choked when he heard the last part of his sentence. a girl? kelce was buying his weed from a girl?

“what?” rafe was sure he was joking, that the marijuana was talking for kelce.

“yeah, man. it’s this girl in my econ class. we had to work as partners on this project, so we decided to meet up at the library. when she got there, i smelled it on her immediately, asked her about it, and she finally told me. then, we smoked together and i bought this from her. i told her to text me when she gets new shit in.” kelce shrugged as he decided to ditch the bong and roll a blunt instead.

rafe sat across from him, jaw dropped. he couldn’t believe the weed he’d been smoking for the past hour came from a girl plug. he honestly thought it was kind of hot and was now intrigued, wanting to know more about his friend’s new plug.

“is she hot? what’s her name?” rafe asked, trying to play it cool.

kelce laughed and passed the blunt, “y/n is hot as fuck, bro. you’d love her. she’s fucking funny.”

rafe nodded.

“what’s her number?”

-

y/n felt her phone buzz in her jacket pocket. rolling her eyes at the interruption, she ashed the blunt and grabbed her phone.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hey

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Y/N?

her eyebrows furrowed as she studied the unknown number on her screen. she hesitated on texting back, but ultimately decided to, figuring it was just someone trying to buy from her.

Y/N: hi

Y/N: what do u want

Y/N: wait who is this

rafe smiled to himself, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in as he saw her responses come through.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Rafe. I got your number from Kelce earlier. We smoked that shit you gave him and it was crazy.

RAFE: You got anymore?

“rafe,” y/n thought to herself. she had never met him before, but she’d seen him at parties with kelce. he was usually doing the harder shit (coke) that she didn’t care too much about, so their paths never crossed. but, a quick look through his instagram was enough to tell her that he was loaded and she could always use the extra money, so she texted him back.

Y/N: ya

Y/N: come over whenever, i’ll be home all day

Y/N: *current location*

y/n locked her phone when she saw that he had read the messages and placed it back into her jacket pocket.

-

a few hours later, y/n heard the rumble of a truck pulling into her driveway. she carefully peeked between her blinds to see who it was and exhaled when she realized it was only rafe.

she stood up, ran her hands over her hair, and opened the door for him.

“you must be rafe.”

he felt his stomach flip at the sight of her sweet smile. he almost laughed after eyeing her up and down. she wore a huge hello kitty sweatshirt that hung off of her shoulder and black leggings, complete with the most basic white nike socks. there was no way this was the girl kelce got that weed from.

“i must. i’m assuming you’re y/n, the drug dealer?” he smirked at her, crossing his arms.

“that’d be me.” y/n laughed nervously. she knew he was cute from afar and from his pictures, but up close was a completely different story. she felt her cheeks heat up as she admired his features. “um, you can come on in if you want or you can stay right here, it doesn’t matter. i just, um, need to go get my, uh, stash. so, i’ll be right back.” y/n pointed behind her as she opened the door wider for rafe, allowing him to step inside her small house.

he watched her as she disappeared down a hallway. her house was not what he was expecting. it was very clean and nicely decorated. rafe could tell she’d put a lot of effort into making her house a home.

his attention turned back towards her when she appeared in front of him, holding a small pink baggie.

“here you go, sir!” y/n handed rafe a small, pink baggie and began walking with him back onto the porch.

“that’s it?” rafe stopped walking as he eyed the baggie in confusion. “this might be one blunt. maybe two. don’t you have more?”

“but if i give you all my weed at one time, you might not come back for a while, and where’s the fun in that, hm?” y/n tilted her head to the side, putting on a fake pout.

rafe smirked, leaning down to talk in her ear. “well, if this shits as good as it was earlier, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me, princess.”

y/n mirrored his expression, a smirk plastered on her own face. “i’ll be waiting.”

he sent her a wink as he walked off of her porch and back to his truck. she waved goodbye before walking back inside.

when she shut her door behind her, she couldn’t help but let out girlish giggles to herself.

-

later that night, as she was lying in bed, she heard her phone ring. she was surprised to see that rafe was facetiming her.

y/n sat up, turned her lamp on, and quickly fixed her hair before answering his call.

“y/n,” rafe began.

she knew he was outside and assumed he was already high.

“rafe,” she replied.

“look at this! i told you it would only be enough for one blunt! see, look.” he flipped the camera around to show a small table. on the table was the blunt he’d rolled from the weed he’d bought from her and the empty pink baggie.

“oh man, you’re out already!” y/n slapped her palm on her forehead, faking concern. “what are you going to do?!”

“well, i’m feeling nice right now, so i’m not going to come over tonight since you’re already in bed. but, i will be over there bright and early tomorrow morning. so be ready for me, princess.” rafe winked as y/n rolled her eyes (with the biggest grin on her face).

“of course. goodnight! i’ll be awaiting your arrival, mr. cameron.” y/n said in her best british accent, before blowing rafe a kiss and hanging up.

she put her phone on the charger and got comfortable, trying her best to fight the newly arrived butterflies in her stomach and get some sleep.

[rafeverse]

always busy II

CW: suggestiveness at the end

the next morning, y/n woke up to an empty bed.

“nothing new” she thought to herself as she sighed, moving the duvet aside and getting up.

rubbing her eyes, she made her way into rhett’s room. her heart dropped when she saw that his curtains were already pulled back and that he was not in his crib.

as her anxiety built, she made her way down the hall and into mia’s room. she felt sick when she was met with the same thing. curtains open and an empty toddler bed.

y/n tried to stay calm as she dizzily walked downstairs. she stopped when she heard her children laughing and the tv playing lady and the tramp, mia’s favorite. she took a deep breath and continued making her way into the living room.

she let out a deep breath that she didn’t even realize she’d been holding in when she saw who was on the couch with mia and rhett.

it was rafe. he had woken up before y/n and gotten the babies up, made them breakfast, and put on mia’s favorite movie while they ate.

“mommy!” mia shouted, hopping down from the couch, sprinting into her mother’s arms. “look, look at what we’re watching!”

“i see it, baby! why don’t you go sit down and finish eating while i’ll get my breakfast, then we can watch it together. that sound good?”

mia nodded and ran back to the couch. y/n made her way into the kitchen to see that rafe had made waffles, cut up some fruit, and had even made her a smoothie.

she couldn’t help but smile as she finished getting her breakfast ready. she jumped when she felt his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her in.

“good morning” rafe said, pressing light kisses to her cheek and neck.

y/n giggled, turning around and planting a kiss on his full lips. “good morning. what’s all this?”

rafe sighed. he tucked y/n’s hair behind her ears and held her face in his hands. “i haven’t been able to stop thinking about what you said last night. you were right and i’m sorry. i’m sorry for working too much and never being here. i’m sorry for not paying you or the kids enough attention. i’m sorry you’ve been like a married single mom for the past few months. i promise everything is going to change. i’m going to stop putting so much on myself and take some days off for once, to be with you guys and to give you a break. starting today.”

“rafe…” y/n smiled, happy tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. “i love you so much. thank you.”

he wrapped his arms tightly around his wife as she did the same, neither wanting to ever let go.

“i could sit here for hours telling you how much i love you, but i think it would just be better if i showed you when the kids are asleep.” rafe winked, squeezing y/n’s ass.

“rafe!” she laughed, a blush growing on her cheeks.

“meet me in our bedroom during nap time, princess.” rafe sent her a wink as he walked back into the living room.

y/n rolled her eyes and shook her head, quietly laughing to herself (while also praying nap time would come early that day).

[rafeverse]

always busy

CW: rafe is kind of a dick

having a newborn was never easy. having a newborn and a 5 year old daughter and being married to rafe cameron? didn’t make it much easier.

of course, mia was able to occupy herself at times, but never for very long, as she was still 5 years old and needed attention.

and of course, rafe was a good, loving husband. he put you in a gorgeous house, bought you your dream car, and gave you two beautiful babies…to look after all the time…because he was always busy. it seemed like he was hardly ever home, and when he was, he was usually in a pissy mood due to being so stressed out. you knew he worked hard and you were grateful for it, but you just wished he’d take the day off every once in a while to spend time with you, with your family.

however, when you suggested this idea to him, you almost wished you hadn’t.

rafe sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “you know i can’t right now, y/n. i don’t have time.” he leaned back against the headboard of your king sized bed and watched as you finished your nighttime routine.

laying your ice roller down, you took a deep breath and stood up, facing him. “i’m sorry, did you just say you don’t have time? as in you don’t have time to not go to work for one fucking day so you can stay home and, oh, i don’t know, spend time with your wife and kids who barely get to fucking see you anymore? is that what you don’t have time for, rafe? because that’s what it sounded like you said, but i just wanted to make sure.”

rafe dragged his hands across his face and groaned. he was already stressed from work on top of being sleep deprived from your newborn, rhett’s, constant crying waking him up, and now he had to deal with you.

“no, i-no, that’s not what i meant, okay?” he sighed, his eyes following you as you walked back to your vanity, shaking your head.

“well, what did you mean, rafe? i asked you if you could take some days off and stay home with us and you literally said ‘i don’t have time’. what else could that possibly fucking mean, huh?” you paused while cleaning up after yourself, looking at him with a dumbfounded expression across your face, waiting for him to explain what else he could’ve possibly meant by “i don’t have time”.

“listen, i just- whatever. maybe i don’t have time to sit here and argue with you. can you please just turn the lights off and shut the fuck up so i can go to sleep?” he rolled his eyes and flopped down on the bed, turning his back towards you.

you let out a small sigh and struggled to hold back your tears as you hurried to clean up your skincare products. once you were done, you carefully crawled into bed, not wanting to wake rafe.

you looked over your shoulder and were once again met with his back. when you turned back around, your silent sobs finally spilled out and your sniffles were all that could be heard in the large bedroom.

when you looked over your shoulder it seemed as though rafe was peacefully sleeping, completely unaware of what was happening right next to him.

what you didn’t know, however, was that he was not. he was actually wide awake. he heard you crying, he felt you shaking. he wanted to reach out and hold you, but his stubbornness wouldn’t allow it.

he stayed up until he heard you get quiet. looking over his shoulder, he saw that your breathing had evened out now, meaning you were asleep.

he carefully shuffled out of bed and reached in his nightstand drawer for the joint he hoped he still had. when he felt it, he smiled to himself and grabbed it, along with his lucky lighter, and made his way to the balcony outside of your bedroom.

he got comfortable, lit the joint, and started thinking. he was thinking about what you had said to him and how he responded. you were right. he was always at work. he was always busy. he hadn’t even realized the divide it was causing in his own family.

he was always on the phone with a client or a partner, too caught up to ever notice the way you had a million things going on at once and could use a bit of help.

he would always snap when you asked him to “please let mia play” in his office for a few minutes so you could put the baby down for a nap, because “can’t you see” he’s “clearly fucking busy right now?” before immediately going back to work, not noticing the disappointment on your face as you walk away.

work was stressing him out and he hated it. he hated realizing that he’d been neglecting his own family. he hated the strain it was taking on your relationship and the strain it had begun taking on his relationship with his children.

he clenched his fist and felt tears welling up in his eyes. after putting the joint down on the table beside him, rafe let out a shaky breath and wiped his palms on his pajama pants.

he was checking the time on his phone when his face froze and those tears that had welled up in his eyes began pouring out. his lockscreen was his favorite picture of the four of you- of his family.

he let himself cry for a while as he thought about you and your family. he hadn’t meant to be a shitty husband or father, he was just always busy.

he hadn’t realized the toll it was taking on you until now. and now he was determined to fix it.

PART 2

[rafeverse]

HELLLOOO ARE U MOVING FROM @oceandriveab

HAIIIIIIII not entirely!!!! just gonna use this one as a writing blog/back up account!!!! i will still be on oceandriveab majority of the time cus it'll be logged in on my phone ^_^

[rafeverse]

kiss that guy!

your ex bf shows up to the same party as you and things get... interesting.

y/n was having a great night. she was certainly drunk off her ass and was dancing and singing with her best friends. everything was perfect- until it wasn’t.

it was like a scene out of a movie, seeing him through the crowd of bodies. she felt like everything was moving in slow motion. she froze and her eyes widened. her friends immediately picked up on this and followed her gaze. when they saw him, they both gasped.

“what the fuck is thomas doing here?” her best friend, ella, asked.

“fuck if i know! i didn’t invite him!” y/n turned her attention back to her friend group as the three of them tried to figure out why thomas, her ex-boyfriend, who was supposed to be away at some big, fancy college, was at a house party in figure eight.

“guys! i think he’s walking over here!” ella whisper-yelled and the group of girls turned their heads at the same time to see what y/n had dreaded since she noticed thomas. he was, indeed, making his way to her.

“what do i do? what do i do?” she frantically asked her friends.

“oh, kiss that guy right there! he’s cute!” ava pointed behind y/n to a guy that had his back turned to them.

“ava, we can’t even see his face.”

“so, he’s dressed cute! look at his back muscles!” the three girls turned around to see that thomas was closing in on them quickly.

“thomas is right there! just do it!” ella and ava both began slowly pushing y/n towards the mystery man.

“but what if he has a gi-“ y/n was cut off as her friends shoved her into his back.

“what the fuck-“he began, but y/n cut him off by pressing her lips into his, moving her arms around his neck. he was a bit startled at first, but he quickly relaxed into the kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

y/n opened one of her eyes slightly and saw that thomas was nowhere to be found. realizing this, she pulled away from the mystery man and was finally able to look at his face.

oh my god. he’s so fucking hot.

“thank you,” he said, as he began laughing. “you’re pretty fucking hot yourself.”

“what? oh. oh my god. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“it’s okay. i’m rafe, by the way. rafe cameron.” he took a sip of his drink as he looked at her, waiting for her name.

“i’m y/n! y/n y/l/n.” she brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as he nodded, taking another sip of his drink.

“so, y/n, you wanna talk about what just happened there or do you make out with every guy your friends push you into?” he looked past her at ella and ava, who quickly tried to act like they weren’t listening to your conversation.

“oh, um, no. i don’t. it’s just, well,” she sighed and took a sip of her own drink. she didn’t really like talking about thomas or the breakup, but she knew she owed rafe an explanation. “we saw my ex-boyfriend. he’s supposed to be away at some big, fancy, college, but he’s here. so, we were like ‘oh my god, what do we do?!’ and then ava was like ‘oh, you should kiss this guy.’ and i was like ‘well, i don’t really know. what if he has a girlfriend?’ and then we were like ‘oh my god, thomas is right there!’ and i was like ‘ah!’ and then they pushed me into you and i panicked.” y/n let out a huff as she finished her rant. the alcohol she had been drinking made it a bit longer than she had wanted it to be, but rafe didn’t seem to mind, nodding as she talked.

“ah, i see. using me to make your ex-boyfriend jealous.” he shook his head, tutting. “that’s not very nice, now, is it?”

“well…no, i guess not.” y/n mumbled, hanging her head low as rafe’s words began to make her feel bad.

“no, it’s not.” rafe tapped his index finger against his chin as if he were thinking. “if only there were something you could do to make up for it.”

y/n anxiously waited to see what he would come up with. you could never tell what guys from this town were thinking, especially kook boys.

she was pulled out of her thoughts by him snapping, as if he had found the perfect solution.

“you can be my date to this stupid fucking party thing my dad’s having at our house tomorrow. he won’t shut up about me bringing a ‘good, respectable girl’ because apparently it will ‘make me look better’ or some shit. i don’t fucking know. anyways, you can just come with me to that and we’ll call it even, okay?”

“yeah, yeah, that sounds perfect!” y/n nodded her head excitedly as rafe downed the last of his drink, crushing the solo cup and throwing it down.

“cool, i’ll call you.” he turned on his heels and y/n watched as he walked away.

when she returned to her friends, they immediately began laughing and squealing.

“tell us everything!” “was he a good kisser?” ellie and ava bombarded her with questions. but, before she answered, she took one more look over her shoulder in the direction rafe had walked in. a blush immediately painted her cheeks when she made eye contact with him, which meant he had already been staring at her.

quickly turning back to her friends, she began telling them everything, anxiously awaiting tomorrow and what it would bring.

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your daddy's got a gun

CW: mentions of a gun, overprotective dad!rafe

AN: this was the first rafe fic i wrote after not writing anything for 2 years and i fucking hate it LMAO but since it was the birth of the dad!rafe au, I'm not going to delete it

the day rafe had been dreading for months now had finally come. mia, your 17 year old daughter, was going to her junior prom. her first high school dance.

when mia was an underclassmen, she’d had countless junior and senior boys try to take her to the prom, but her dad shut all of that down, much to his daughter’s dismay. he had insisted she was too young and could go once she was old enough. he turned a deaf ear to all of her begging and pleading.

now, however, she was old enough to attend and quickly let him know that she was going whether he liked it or not. when he tried to shut her down, y/n would come to her defense and remind him that he “said she could go when she reached 11th grade!”

so there he sat, scrolling on his phone, on the soft, expensive, white sectional he and his wife had picked out when they first moved into their extravagant home (nothing could be simple with rafe). he decided to let you take mia around town to her hair and makeup appointments, while he sat at home and made a few phone calls and finished some paperwork.

he smiled when the door opened and he heard the most beautiful sound in the world- the sound of his girls laughing and talking.

y/n quickly ‘shushed’ mia and told her to wait as she ran ahead of her into the living room where she knew rafe would be.

“hey baby.” he greeted his wife.

“hello, my love.” y/n smiled.

“where’s my other girl?” rafe tried looking around his wife for his precious daughter, but couldn’t see her.

“hmm, are you sure you’re ready to see her, rafe? you might need to sit down.” y/n said loudly, causing their daughter to giggle.

“positive.”

“okay, sit down and close your eyes!!” once rafe was seated, y/n signaled for their daughter to come into the room.

“okay dad, you can open your eyes.” rafe quickly opened his eyes and gasped when he saw her. she wore a beautiful, long, pink dress and her hair had been curled. he couldn’t believe his eyes. his baby girl. his daughter was old enough to go to the prom.

“sweetheart, you look so beautiful.” rafe engulfed the girl into a bear hug, only pulling away when she pushed him off of her in fear that he would ruin her makeup or wrinkle her dress.

“thank you, dad.” she smiled back at him. y/n couldn’t help but notice how much the young girl favored her father. they had the same smile, eyes, and nose.

the sweet moment was interrupted by an alarm going off, telling y/n that they had to get mia to the spot where she’d be taking her pictures.

“oh! guys! come on, we need to get downtown so we can get your pictures done, mia! will you text jack and let him know we’re leaving the house now?” y/n scrambled to get everything she needed from the house before they took off again.

while she was scrambling, rafe was still. jack? who the fuck is jack? he stood, racking his brain for any recollection of this jack.

y/n noticed his stillness and his stare, and immediately knew what was on his mind.

“rafe, they’ve gone to school together forever. you know him. he’s alyssa and thomas’ son, remember? from the country club? i think he’s actually a waiter there. anyways, come on or we’ll be late.” y/n quickly explained as she walked towards the door.

however, this still didn’t really make rafe feel any better. for a moment, he felt himself seep back into his old ways, getting a bit angry that his wife would just let mia go to the dance with someone he barely even knew.

“yeah, babe, i’m coming. just let me grab my jacket.” rafe walked quickly to their shared bedroom and, when he was sure his wife was out of the house, he opened up his safe and pulled out his trusty 9MM. he put the gun in his waistband and threw his jacket on. he didn’t know this jack, and he wanted to be prepared in case the boy tried anything. plus, he could easily flash it if he felt jack getting too cocky.

mia: DAD!!!

mia: COME ON!!!

mia: WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGG

he was pulled out of his thoughts by his dinging phone. he rolled his eyes at the texts and put his phone back in his pocket before heading out the door.

-

when they arrived at the spot for pictures, jack and his family were already there waiting. jack walked up to the truck as rafe was putting it in park. he opened the door for mia and helped her out of the tall vehicle.

“wow, you look…you look beautiful, mia.” jack stammered and mia blushed. rafe rolled his eyes at the interaction and y/n noticed, slapping him on the arm and warning him to “be nice.”

when jack was sure mia was good to go, he went to open the door for y/n, only to be met by a larger, stronger rafe cameron.

“nope, i’ve got it, bud.” now it was time for y/n and mia to roll their eyes.

“dad,” mia groaned as she crossed her arms over her chest.

rafe opened the door and helped his wife out of the truck. as they walked to the photographer and jack’s family, rafe pulled jack back so the two could walk a bit behind the girls and talk.

“listen, jack. i don’t know what your intentions are for my daughter and honestly, i really don’t give a fuck. what i do know, is that if you even so much as think about laying a finger on her, it will be the last thing you ever do.” rafe paused and lifted up his shirt a bit, revealing the handle of the gun that was tucked away in his waistband. “are we clear?”

jack swallowed thickly and let out a shaky “y-yes sir.” rafe patted him on the back, smirking as he went to catch up with his wife.

-

“come on, you two! get closer together.” the photographer called out to the couple.

“yeah jack, you’re acting like you barely even know mia! scooch closer to her, son! put your arm around her waist.” jack’s mom directed her son.

jack froze as he made eye contact with mia’s father. rafe stood beside his wife and stared at the boy, coldly, tapping his finger on the grip of the pistol that only he and jack knew was there.

“i-i-um. yeah, okay.” jack shook his head and carefully moved maybe a millimeter closer to mia. when they wrapped up pictures, mia pulled jack aside as their parents were conversing with the photographer.

“dude, what the hell is going on with you? you’re acting so weird.” mia questioned jack as she had picked up on his odd behavior.

when he looked up, he immediately made eye contact with rafe. “it’s-uh-it’s nothing. i guess i’m just a bit nervous because you look so pretty.” jack gulped and mia rolled her eyes.

“jack, seriously, what’s really wrong?” mia huffed.

“um,” he knew he couldn’t win against her, she’d just keep pressing the issue until she got the answer she wanted. (her mother would tell her she was just like her father when she did this.) “mia, your, um, your daddy’s gotagun.” he said the last few words so quickly and quietly that she barely even heard him.

“my dad what?”

“your daddy’s got a gun.”

mia’s eyes widened before an annoyed look covered her face as she let out a groan. she turned to look at her father, who was already looking at her, smirking proudly.

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