#caregiver rafe cameron

[steddiemunsington]

Pleaseeee write something with cg rafe,if you dont write for rafe you could also do sarah as a cg. Have a great day<3

caregiver rafe cameron headcanons

he's got a huge soft spot for you and you only

it took him some time to come around and understand the concept of age regression, but because he loves you so much he's willing to let you teach him about it

as he learns how important regressing is for you, he starts to feel happy that you trust him enough to share that (he won't say that tho)

being a caregiver gives him a sense of belonging, and it really helps him take his mind off other things because you're his top priority when regressed

super protective. he's always got a hand on you, whether it's holding your hand, his hand hovering on your side, pressed to your lower back, on your knee etc.

if his friends try and make some kind of smart comment about you or give you a weird look he is quick to snap

spoils you with new regression items: pacifiers, books, toys, cute clothes, etc. everytime he passes the kids section at the store he immediately thinks of you and is compelled to grab something on his way to checkout

does not tolerate temper tantrums (we all know he has a short temper himself)

tries not to yell around/at you because he doesn't want to scare you

likes to sit you in his lap and keep you close

he won't admit it but he's a big cuddler

if age regression bothers you or you are nsfw, please do not interact! no need to be rude :(

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Hi! I just saw that you’re doing obx fix’s now and I’m so happy! I was wondering if you could do one with cg!Rafe Cameron and a little!reader, where the reader stayed up all night playing and they are very sleepy. If you can, could you make it very cute and fluffy?

It’s totally fine if you can’t write it!

Btw, I love your fics!

˚. ❝₊˚ 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 ❞ ˚₊·

» rafe cameron x reader

» a/n: ah sorry this got a tad angsty, i swear i can’t write rafe without it turning angst *stares at all my wips with him*

» warnings: slight angst, rafe being insecure, pet names

“Here you go sweetheart.” Rafe smiles as he slides a plate of pancakes over to you from the other side of the island in the tannyhill kitchen. You rub at your eyes and nod in thanks, still tired from not going to bed when you were supposed to last night but waking up at your normal time.

“You okay?” There’s already a furrow of worry in Rafe’s brow, his voice soft but concerned in full. It’s always been easy to tell when Rafe gets worried about you, his go-to emotion with anyone else is anger but with you it’s different, you get his vulnerable side.

“I’m tired.” You huff and stare at the cut up pancakes on your plate, feeling slightly guilty for not eating them when Rafe had spent the morning cooking for you.

“I guess you did go to bed pretty late last night, you don’t have to eat if you don’t want to.” Rafe assures and plucks the plate from its place in front of you, slipping it into the fridge and instead pulling out a reusable bottle of water he keeps on hand for you. You don’t know when the bottle got bought or what prompted Rafe to get you your own bottle instead of just grabbing one from the cabinets, but you won’t ask, there’s no need to, the fact that he did it is more than enough.

“Do you wanna go lay on the couch? We can watch a movie, have a chill day.” Despite how nonchalant Rafe is trying to sound, you can tell he’s studying your every move to see if something else is wrong or if he’s the one doing something wrong.

He’s been hesitant about taking care of you in certain ways, always checking to make sure that you’re okay, second guessing things under his own anxiety that he’s messed it up, trying to do things perfectly in fear of you leaving and finding a new caregiver because he slipped up. It’ll never be the case and you’ve told Rafe both when little and big that you don’t care if things are perfect, you just want him, in any way shape or form. You think in the past few months he’s been getting better at accepting what you say as truth, but times like this you can see the insecurities poking through.

“Yeah, movie.” Once you have the bottle of water securely in your hands, Rafe comes to scoop you onto his hip. You happily take the physical contact and lean your cheek onto his chest, breathing in his familiar pine scented cologne and snuggling against the soft sleep shirt he still has on.

“The normal?” He asks and sits down on the couch without putting you down, content to hold you throughout the movie- and if he’s being honest it’ll be easier to put you down on a bed if you fall asleep this way, avoids the risk of waking you up by picking you up.

“Yeah.” Your favorite movie is already queued up on the Tv, as it has been since the second week of Rafe stepping in as your caregiver, it’s a small detail but it always makes you smile.

“You can go to sleep, little one.” His hand reaches to lay on the back of your head, thumb rubbing back and forth against your hair as you nod along.

It doesn’t take long for your eyes to slip shut and for Rafe to pull a blanket from the back of the couch around your shoulders. You can feel how he relaxes against the back of the couch once you’ve sunk farther into his chest, finally accepting that being tired really was the only issue. You find it fascinating how expressive Rafe’s body language can be without him knowing, how much him being calm makes you calm, how your body naturally leans into his when you know he needs it and that he subconsciously does the same. It’s a comfort you don’t find with other people, you cherish it with Rafe even if it is just the two of you falling asleep on the couch for an afternoon.

[starkeyshirt]

Still us, just different.

little! kiara

caregiver! rafe

things have happened between them, things neither of them could change. things aren't the same as when they started, but maybe with some nurturing, they could be happy again.

<<•>>

The worst part about Singh locking her in a room with Rafe Cameron was probably the fact that she was locked in a room with Rafe Cameron.

Kiara wasn't a fearful girl; she had guts and did whatever it takes to keep her friends safe, happy, and healthy. The only difference between her current situation and others she has been in would be the idea that she is pretty much completely alone. She wasn't with her friends or anyone who cared about her; she was with a psychopathic murderer with a bad temper and an attitude that scared the part of her she hid so well.

Even scarier than that, she knew she was more exposed than she was used to feeling. Rafe knew her; he knew her better than either of them ever let on. Kiara's freshman year was a blur for everyone, but there's parts neither of them could forget. When Sarah and Kiara were best friends and hung out every weekend, they therefore hung out with Rafe occasionally, too. Kiara couldn't tell anyone how things progressed into what they were when her friendship with Sarah ended, mostly because she didn't understand it herself.

Whatever happened between Rafe and Kiara wasn't your average relationship between an older brother and his little sister's best friend... no, everything was always more complicated than that. Even so, Kiara remembered that day like it was yesterday, stained and engraved into the back of her mind no matter how hard she tried to erase it.

  ( She clutched her tiny green turtle stuffie into her chest tightly. As silly as one might think it was for a freshman to keep a stuffed animal on her, she did it anyway. She never was average, and Sarah told her it was cute. Rain poured over her, soaking her curls down so they plastered against her head and face, causing the little bits of mascara she had applied earlier that morning to slide down her face in chunks and streaks.

  While Sarah accepted Kiara with open arms, the other kids at the Kook Academy weren't as friendly. It seemed to her that every little move she made was wrong; if she talked about surfing she was laughed at and if she talked about animals or conservation she was called a nerd. She didn't wear the expensive makeup the other girls wore or have any interest in the tight skirts and shirts. Instead she dressed how she always did; mismatching tri colored pants with a white tank top with jewelry that matched.

   Kiara had only ended up in the rain with a mix of salty tears and rainwater dripping from her cheeks after being bombarded by some of the kook boys on her way out of school. Despite it being that those same boys had teased her that same day in class, their intentions were clearly less than platonic. With four of them and one of her, she barely managed to wriggled away and stuff herself under the football bleachers where none of them could see her. Her day was more than rough; she was exhausted and just about ready to slit her wrists without the rain and asshole boys harassing her, meaning she was really ready by now.

   Kiara felt fuzzy in her chest and her head as she sat in the rain, only partially covered from the downpour. It was nearly a normal feeling for her by now; the fuzzy and groggy feeling that accompanied her every time things just became a little too much - or a lot too much. She honestly couldn't remember when she slipped the small turtle from her bag, but she figured nobody would notice anyway. All of the other students were long gone by now, it was just her left under the bleachers. Or so she thought.

  In the distance, a sopping wet Rafe Cameron slushed his wet feet miserably through the wet grass of the football field. He needed his bag from the locker room all the way at the bottom of the field, and he was honestly questioning saying 'fuck it' and going home without it instead. If he hadn't got caught up with that stupid teacher he would've made it out before the rain anyway.

  As he stomped on, Rafe stopped in his tracks. Underneath the bleachers he could just barely make out a slumped figure with soaked curly hair and an equally as soaked shoulder bag beside them. Rafe could recognize those features anywhere. Changing his direction, Rafe continued to slosh through the grass, this time towards the bleachers instead.

  Kiara couldn't hear Rafe's footsteps until he was just a few steps away, whether that be because of the sound the rain made as it pinged against the bleachers, or the small sounds her own pitiful cries made. She looked up fearfully when she heard them, letting out a breath as she recognized the figure as her best friend's older brother. She was grateful for someone she knew.

   "Kie?" Rafe questioned, crouching down besides the bleachers. Kiara pushed the little turtle into her lap in an attempt to hide it. It was to no avail, because Rafe saw it anyway. "Are you okay?"

  Kiara nodded quickly, trying to ignore the fuzz clouding her brain as she brought a hand up to pat down her ruined hair. She sniffled and it sounded embarrassingly loud. She flushed.

  Rafe brought his eyebrows together. He was observant; he noticed the tear stains that mixed with the dribbling rainwater and the smushed mascara under her eyes. He noticed the tremble to her lips and the shiver in her hands. He knew she was scared, and something else was up, too.

  Without a second thought, Rafe snuck under the bleachers to sit down beside her. She met his blue eyes with big doe eyes and Rafe felt the overwhelming urge to protect her and completely end whoever hurt her. He wanted to care for her, be her shelter.

  As he sat down, she subconsciously shifted closer to him like an injured puppy seeking comfort. He took that as an okay and slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her freezing body into his slightly warmer frame. He didn't know where this side of him came from, but while it was here, he just wanted to get her some place dry and warm before she caught a cold.

  "Hey, come with me. It's dry and warm in the locker rooms," Rafe offered, leaning back to meet her wide eyes. Kiara nodded, against any dignity she had left. Fuzzy- feeling Kiara was very different than normal, stubborn Kiara. In the presence of another, she was starting to wonder what the fuzzy feeling really was.

  Rafe shimmied out from under the bleachers, turning around only to see Kiara hadn't following suit. She watched quietly, tired and fuzzy, and cold with the strange urge to cling onto someone warm.

   "C'mon, Kie." Rafe coaxed her out, extending his right hand for her to grab onto. He watched her secure her turtle and her bag in one hand before shuffling out and grabbing onto Rafe's with the other. He smiled. "Good job."

   Kiara smiled too, in a childish way. Rafe felt proud that he made the sad girl smile.

   The older boy brought her to the locker room, immediately locating his bag and searching through it for a towel. He wrapped it around her shoulders once he'd found it, then went back to digging through all of his belongings for drier clothes for her to wear. The rain had slowed now, it shouldn't be stopping soon. If she changed he knew she wouldn't get soaked again.

  Once he found the clothes,  he handed them to her as well and showed her a private area where she could change. Rafe then drove her home and was greeted graciously by her parents and while they didn't know the entirety of her compromised state, they were worried when their little girl hadn't returned to school. They were beyond grateful she had a friend like Sarah, whose family accepted her as one of their own - and clearly Rafe had her back too. )

  Kiara fiddled with a tag on the bedsheets as the memories replayed in her head. There were so many more than just that first day, so many experiences and emotions that she had spent so long penning up and shoving down just for them to all resurface as soon as she was stuck in a room with him. She could feel that small part of herself that wanted to latch onto him and never let go; to be held and loved and for him to be the caregiver he was to her just one year ago. She wanted to trust him and let him be in control, but she couldn't. She was afraid of him. He had done horrible things, he had hurt her friends and stole from them all. He had shot Peterkin and allowed John B to take the fall. He wasn't trustworthy. She knew that. But she also still felt like she knew the real person he was underneath it all.

  "Do you still have him?"

   Kiara's eyes snapped up and locked with his. "Huh?"

   Rafe looked away, guilty with all of his actions, with everything that had happened in just one short year. "I meant Greenie. Do you still have him?"

  Kiara tinted pink at the mention of her favorite stuffed turtle from that very first day. Rafe had helped her name it: Greenie. She recognized that softness to his tone, a softness reserved just for her. Oh how she had missed that. "Yeah, I still have him."

  Kiara watched as Rafe started to pace a little, back and forth and in circles. She could read every behavior he had, and she knew he was guilty. Guilty and just as anxious as she was. She knew what he was going to say.

  "Kie, I really am sorry for everything. I will admit that, what I did to Sarah, what I- I tried to do, that was wrong." Kiara watched as Rafe's face scrunched up and a tear slid down his face. He gestured vaguely with his hands as he spoke, heavy emotion pouring from his voice. "She was family, I never should have touched her! I- I was wrong. I know that, alright? So you don't have to remind me."

   Rafe brought his hands up to cup his face as more tears dripped from his eyes to the floor. Kiara couldn't stand it, seeing him this way. She knew Rafe had a good soul, she knew him from before any of this happened. She knew he struggled with his father, she knew he was devoted to him in a scary way - his devotion without love was what ended him in this predicament in the first place.

  As tears welled in her own eyes, Kiara shifted off of the bed and shuffled over to Rafe. She figured he couldn't see her through his hands over his face, but she crashed forward and hugged him anyway. She clung to him like she did all of those times last year.

   It took Rafe a second to process Kiara's arms around him. He brought his hands away from his tear streaked face and after pausing for a second, wrapped them around Kiara's small frame and returned the hug. She basked in the way his arms fit around her, as if they were never separated and things between them never got rough. The feeling of love that didn't come from romance, but from two people wanting to keep the other safe.

   She snuggled her face into his chest and he hugged her tighter. She was tired; tired of fighting with her mental state and tired of fighting with the idea that she shouldn't enjoy Rafe's presence. The damage was already done, she already had an attachment to him and she knew him for who he really was. Kiara couldn't help but need him.

After a few moments of silence, Rafe spoke up, softer this time. "Will you give me a second chance? Please?"

Kiara nodded before she thought. More tears slipped down her cheeks, and even she didn't know why she was crying. She just felt like she needed to. And Rafe, he was glad she was letting herself cry, feeling the emotions he knows she tries to hide so often.

When she subconsciously shifted her weight into him, Rafe didn't hesitate to scoop her up and set her on the bed with ease. His troubled eyes met her wide ones, and it again was as if there was never a drift between them; they loved each other. He loved her in the way a father loves his own child and she adored him the way that child adores their father.

"I missed you." Kiara mumbled, taking her smaller fingers and using them to grasp onto his larger ones. Ever so gently, she played with his fingers in her grasp. He smiled at her fondly.

"I missed you even more, sweetheart. Now, when was the last time you slipped?" Rafe asked, a comforting amount of concern filling his voice. It wasn't so much as to make her feel bad, but just enough that she knew he really, genuinely cared.

Kiara did have to think for a moment. Throughout the past year, her regression had become a thing of the past. Without Rafe it never felt right, and after a while she stopped trying altogether. "Since you..."

Rafe caught her eyes and nodded so she knew he understood. He ran his large hand through her hair in a calming motion. "I figured so, anyway. No need to feel bad."

Kiara smiled the biggest smile she could muster (it was still pretty small, but even the effort was enough to make Rafe smile.)

Rafe crouched down in front of the bed to relieve his back from its hunched position. Looking into her small eyes, he swore to himself that he would not mess up again. He would not leave her alone again, and he certainly wouldn't risk her getting hurt because he's an idiot.

Kiara reached out to touch his nose, ripping him from his daze. "Nap?"

Rafe chuckled. "Sure, baby. We can nap. In the big bed?"

Kiara giggled and clapped her hands together tiredly. "Big bed!"

And Rafe knew he would get her out of that fortress safely, and that from now on he would protect her every chance he could.

[itsgettinsticky]

Cargiver!Rafer headcannons

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞!𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐚𝐟e

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- Caregiver rafe was weirded/confused the first time you regressed.

- Cargiver rafe then didn’t really care, he loves you regardless! Nothing could change that

- Took rafe sometime to adapt to the caregiver role yet once he figured it out. He stuck to it like a lifeline!

- Buys and gets anything your little heart desires.

-Yells/judges everyone who looks at you weirdly.

-Isnt so good at physical affection but tries for their little one, hugs, cuddles, forehead kisses.

-Is good with discipline (probably the only way of communicating he knows)

-Rafe tries to break out of that stereotype for their little one.

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「 ✦ Request are open if you would like me to make any moodboards or fanfics! I’ll write anything and any fandom :) ✦ 」

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[giuliettagaltieri]

His Girl

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Childhood friend!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Featherless birds fall with a splat

Warning: Angst, cursing

Word Count: 4532

Part 1 • Part 2

You aren’t exactly certain how you’d feel with Rafe walking out on you like that. 

Partly, you were glad that you somehow managed to face him without breaking but the way his eyes bore on you, it was just awful, like you were physically causing him pain.

And perhaps you were. 

JJ saw how your mood has switched after you got your drinks.  Your eyes were all blank and you were spacing out.  He made the decision for you both to head back and meet with your other friends. 

You are sitting with your girlfriends, and JJ decided to join you for the rest of the night.  He was entertaining everybody with his overly exaggerated wild stories, trying to get you to focus on him, but your eyes are wandering on a certain someone.

Rafe was gulping down beer, cup after cup.  It was too much, even for him.

You understand he’s got an extremely high alcohol tolerance but this is just sad to look at.  His face was all red and his shirt was clinging to his back, soaked with sweat.

“You know, I really thought I could finally catch your attention with Cameron all gone.”  JJ suddenly leans on the sofa next to you.  You sigh, giving a quick smile without looking at him.  “But I guess it was stupid of me to swoop in when you are literally in love with him.”

Pursing your lips together, you look away from Rafe to glance at the man beside you.  JJ was looking sullen but a trace of smirk is still on his lips, never really looking utterly hopeless.  Sometimes you wonder how he was able to master such a carefree façade. 

“I really had fun hanging out with you.”  You say sadly.  “You’re a good friend.”

He scrunches his face.  “Good friend.  Yeah.”

“JJ, come on.”  You laugh at his blatant display of dislike at being called a “friend” but he breaks into a smile.  “I really enjoyed being with you.  It’s just I don’t…It’s too soon and Rafe-”

“I know.”  He cuts you off, his eyes wandering to the man.  “He looks like shit.”  He mutters and you look over to see just in time Rafe doubling over, looking like he is seconds away from ruining the carpet.

Your back immediately leaves the sofa and you sit up straighter, ready to move whenever Rafe needs you.

“Y/N, he’s not a baby.  Let him take care of himself.”  JJ chuckles, making you bite your lip, still anxiously watching. 

Rafe looks like he’s about to collapse, he was clutching his head and grimacing in pain.  Soon enough, he was shoving people away and heading to the bathroom.

“I don’t know, J.  I haven’t seen him that drunk since…”  You squint at Rafe’ direction in the dark, trying to find a memory to match.  “I haven’t seen him that drunk.”

JJ’s brows slowly rise.  “Really?  Not even when his father found out he did drugs?”

You shake your head.  “No, not even then.”  You slowly rise from the couch and JJ lets you go. 

“Well, I suppose he can’t be left alone, can he?”  JJ smiles somberly and you return it apologetically, still thankful that he’s supporting you right now.

Your girlfriends however were not so keen on the idea.

“Y/N, where do you think you’re going?” 

“Ladies.”  JJ starts, throwing you a wink.  “Have I ever told you about that time we fought actual gators?”

You take your time, heading to the bathroom.  Your usual caregiver spirit when Rafe is in need has been dampened and you’re not sure she’s making a recovery soon.

The music gets muffled the deeper you go into the dark hallway.  The entire house is still buzzing from the music of course but you no longer feel like the speaker’s up your eardrums.  And with every step you take, the more you hear.  You are careful where you step, making sure your feet don’t step on any creaky floorboards.

You stand there, face to face with the bathroom door, hearing Rafe being absolutely wasted.  And is he crying?  You bite on your knuckle, brows meeting just a little as you try to listen.

Quietly, you twist the knob open.  He was retching, big arms hugging the tiny toilet, his head almost all the way in.  You stand there, watching his shoulders shake.  His sobs sounded almost hysterical, ripping from his throat.

What has happened to you, Rafe?

“Rafe?”  You gently call his name and he turns to you.�� His hand absentmindedly tried to flush the contents of the toilet, missing it multiple times.  You watch him sag, his entire body sitting on his ankles as he looks up to you helplessly.

“Hey.”  He drawls.  “Wha... wha' are you doin' here?”  He asks casually in a coarse voice he got after barfing his guts out.  His heavy-lidded eyes look up at you, watching you hesitantly walk towards him.  “Shouldn’t be here.”  He shakes his head, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

“Rafe.”  You say his name so gently, he closes his eyes.  He’d pay just to hear you say his name again and again.  “Are you alright?”  You ask and he looks up at you dumbly, mouth slightly parted before nodding slowly.

“Yes.”

You fish out your own handkerchief and run the tap over it, just enough to dampen the fabric.  “You don’t look like you’re alright.”  You smile, a hint of teasing on your voice and he scoffs.

“Why ask when you don’…don’t believe me anyway?”  He gestured stupidly with his hand and he stills when you grab the said hand.  He looks up at you as you wipe the sick off his arm.

“You drank too much.”  You mumble as you start to step closer to him, your hand cupping his cheek to wipe at the corner of his lips.

“No, shit.”  He wanted to say but the words are stuck on his throat as he just stared at you, taking care of him, touching him, just looking at him again.  He drops his hands and his limp fingers rest on the cold bathroom floor.  He is feeling too much, how your ankles brush on his thighs, the warmth of your fingers, and the soft dampness of the fabric gliding on his chin.

Have you always been like this to him?

Rafe wonders if he just sat still while you tended to him before, would he have this sight of you all those times.  Was he so stupid he missed all opportunities to look at you like this?

“Come back.”

You pause.  “What?”

He shakes his head before looking at the pinstriped polo you are wearing.  His brows creased, teeth clenching in annoyance as he pinched the fabric.  “This…this is mine.  You’re wearin’ MY clothes while you’re kissin’ other guys!”  He fumes, hands clumsily tugging at your clothes that your knees almost buckle, your hand finding purchase on his shoulder so as to not fall.  “That’s fucking un…unacceptable!  You like ME!  You can’t go ‘round kissin’ other guys when y’ like me!”  He suddenly yells and your eye twitches.

Your finger jabs at his chest.  “Fuck you!”

Rafe’s glassy eyes widen as his breath gets caught in his throat.  Did you just…did you just curse at him?

“Fuck you, Rafe!”  You repeat in annoyance.  Blood boiling within seconds as you angrily run a hand on your hair, scoffing at the sheer audacity of this man to say those things to you. 

You glare at him again and he actually flinches.  “Don’t tell me what to do.  You have no right to decide for me.”  You angrily strip off the pinstriped polo, his head following your wild motion before you crumple it in a ball.  “This is your polo?”  You raise it and he nods hesitantly, still in shock at your outburst.  “Here!”  You throw it at his face and you watch it cover his head, his hands are sluggish as he slowly pulls it off. 

You’re heaving in frustration both hands on your hips as you look at his crestfallen face, bunching the fabric in his large hands.

“Then I can go kiss other guys now, huh?”  You say out of anger and you watch his shoulders sag as he brings his hands to the floor again, fingers twisting the fabric.

He looked absolutely wrecked and your heart starts to feel heavy again.  You cross your arms, leaning on the wall as you watch him stare at the floor.

“Why shouldn’t I be allowed to kiss other guys?  You made it clear that you don’t like me.”  His head shoots up when you say that.  “I’m not waiting for you forever.”

Rafe presses the heel of his palms against his eyes before he looks at you in agony, face all red, his bottom lip jutting out just the slightest.

“Y/N, please.”  He moves to you, still on his knees as he loosely wraps an arm around your thighs.  You looked up at the ceiling when he stared up to you desperately.  “’m sorry, please.  Don’t leave me ‘gain, please.”

You attempt to push him off but he hugs your thighs tighter, his head pressing on your stomach.  “Rafe, let go!”

“No!”  He sobbed, his shoulders shaking.  “You’re mine!  You like me! Not sharing you with that…that fucking pogue-”

“Rafe!”

He flinches again but he doesn’t respond, only hugging you impossibly tight.

“You have to let me go.”  You say more calmly, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. 

He shakes his head against your stomach.  You lean further against the wall, trusting it to hold you up as you surrender, sighing out your frustration as you rub his back, letting him cry on your stomach.

Perhaps JJ was wrong, about Rafe not being a baby.  You truly feel like you are calming down an overgrown toddler.  A toddler that fed on steroids instead of milk.  His arms are tightly wrapped around you, just allowing you to breathe and aside from that, you can’t do anything else.  Your free hand that didn’t get caught in his trapping hold, tried to soothe him, trying to tell him that you’re there, with him.

You run your fingers through his buzzed hair, feeling the heat and sweat cling on your fingers.

“You’re a mess.”  You mumble, a small smile playing on your lips when his shoulders eventually start to stop shaking.  “You got snot all over my belly, ugh.”

Rafe loosens his arms around you and wipes his nose, his eyes glaring at you for a moment.  You smile at him smugly as he gathers himself.  He clears his throat as he stands in front of you, eyes kept on the polo that he crumpled on his hand like a ball.

“Wanna wash your face?”  You giggle.

He glares at you again but actually does what you told him to and takes the mouthwash you casually hands him.  You nudge him with your shoulder to get him to scoot over so you can wash your handkerchief.  Rafe watches your hands get under the faucet, just calmly watching the water glide over your skin, delicate fingers wringing the fabric that you so gently wiped on his face a while ago.

“’m sorry.”  He slurred as he watched you tidying up.  “Was so stupid.  Sayin’ things that I don’t mean.”  He continues, eyes starting to get desperate as you just rifle through your bag, not even looking at him.  “Sorry for causing you trouble all the time.”  He follows you like a puppy when you move past him to head to the door.  “Please, don’t leave me again.”

You grip the doorknob tightly before it loosens in defeat.  Rafe’s eyes brighten up when you turn to look at him.

“Why do you boys suddenly become the most honest people when you’re drunk?”  You ask exasperatedly, also remembering JJ’s confession on the porch.  “But then again, you could just be spouting nonsense.”  You open the door this time but he puts a hand against it to close it again.

“I’m not.  Please!”  Rafe almost begs, his entire frame caging you against the door, his respect for personal space long forgotten as there’s nothing else in his head but to try and get you to understand, to believe.  His tongue is heavy and his head is murky due to intoxication, which made him all the more frustrated.

You press your lips together, startled eyes boring into him.  You have known that Rafe has an extreme and overwhelming side to him, his entire presence just smothering you in the best ways you can imagine.  But with you trying to hold on to the fragile thread of anger and stability, you decide to push him by his chest.  “Why don’t we uh…grab coffee?  Let you sober up?”

He runs a hand on his face, it’s becoming a habit of his when he’s around you.  “Fine.  But don’t disregard everything I said just because I’m ‘drunk’.  Please.”  He said the last word with emphasis, his eyes offering no bargaining, prompting you to nod.

“Alright.”

Rafe looks into your eyes for a couple more seconds, making you understand that he is not willing to accept a half-assed response and you need to take him seriously.  He slowly backs up, hands shoving into his pockets while you tongue your cheek, hesitantly opening the door for the both of you.

The blasting music thrums in your ear the deeper you get into the party, maneuvering your way in the sea of hormonal teens.  A hand wraps on your wrist and you stop to look who it was.

It was JJ, heaving.  He probably ran the moment he saw you.  “Hold on, you’re leaving?” 

Rafe was quick to pull your hand away from JJ’s hold, immediately squaring up.  His chin was titled in a challenge as he eyed the flowers and bows decorating the band-aid on JJ’s chin.

“Rafe, please.”  You beg, arms circling on his bicep to stop him from doing anything to JJ, who didn’t look the least bit afraid.  In fact, he was looking at Rafe in pure entertainment.  “JJ, I’m sorry.  I’ll just talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“No, you won’t!”  Rafe seethes but you only roll your eyes at him. 

Kissing his teeth, JJ nods.  “Yeah, sure.  Let me know if you need anything.”  He eyes Rafe one more time and smiles at you in his usual relaxed manner.  “I’ll tell your friends you left early.”

When you finally made it out of the crammed up beach house, you closed your eyes at the nipping sea breeze.  You can’t believe you’re leaving the party with the person you have been trying to avoid for weeks.

“Keys.”  You mutter and Rafe hastily digs through his pocket, his hooded eyes blinking as he tries to locate his keys.

Your deadpanned eyes watch him for a few more seconds before he finally passes it to you, along with the pinstriped polo, which you hesitantly take.

He felt weird, having to take the passenger seat, especially when it’s you with him.  Rafe gets in the car, his eyes on you the entire time you drive.  You’re not exactly acknowledging his presence in the car with you, despite his entire body twisted to face you, his head that is leaning back on the chair never turned to any direction but yours.  He didn’t even know you arrived until you were taking off your seatbelt.

Rafe follows you quickly, nearly tripping on his way out.  But he plays it cool, pulling his shirt down when it rode up.  He meets your eyes briefly in embarrassment.  This entire experience is ruining alcohol for him.

Even thinking about the mess he made in the bathroom, with you witnessing, made him want to smash every bottle that will ever grace his eyes again.  That shit’s evil.  Rafe blinks at the brightly lit convenience store, not yet able to process the colors of the different flavors of ramen and chips.  He closes his eyes tightly, nearly driven to overstimulation and seeks out a chair, collapsing on it as he attempts to massage away the bounding pulse on his temple.

He feels you place a hand on his shoulder and the scent of coffee fills his lungs.  Rafe looks at you briefly and the swirling liquid placed in front of him.  You sat yourself on the chair opposite his and your glossed lips wrap on a straw, sipping on your tall cup of slushie.

After muttering a quick thanks, Rafe picks up the coffee, tentatively blowing on it and watching the steam blow off in your direction before taking a sip.

Your cheeks heat up at the groan he lets out when he takes more sips.  His shoulders are slightly hunched and you quietly admire his physique as you continuously slurp, watching his intoxication being masked by caffeine with every gulp he takes. 

Realizing that you’re staring, your eyes slowly shift outside the glass, cheeks all warmed up.  Rafe sets down his coffee and just takes his time to look at you.  He does not know if it’s still the lingering effects of alcohol in his blood or the overly bright lighting in this rundown convenience store, but you look like you’re glowing.

“Y/N.”  He attempts to speak but you shake your head.

“Give it time, please. Coffee doesn’t magically cure intoxication, you know.”  You smile softly to reassure him.

Rafe smiles back before taking another sip.  He watches you turn to the road outside again.  There you were, in front of him again after weeks of not seeing each other, just sipping on sugar and ice as you swung your feet that were clad in babydoll heels, with pretty straps that he always found cute and alluring.  Despite the cozy choice of clothing, you never go without a statement piece.  

He steals another glance at your clothes, along with the pinstriped polo you decided to wear again.  He takes another sip of coffee.  “It looks better on you.”

You look down on your clothes, lips pressing together before giving him a curt smile.  “…Thanks.”

“Sure.”  He nods.  Both of you look at each other for a while, not quite certain what to do with the still tense atmosphere before simultaneously looking away, like a couple for teenager going on a first date, it’s fucking ridiculous.

Time passed with not a single word being uttered between you.  Rafe watches how the coffee stained a line on the cup every time he takes a sip, the liquid now cooled, and your slushie cup was starting to sweat and leave trails of water everytime you move it.  His eyes were starting to focus again and once he was confident in being able to speak without slurring, he cleared his throat to garner your attention.

“Listen.”  He begins but the words lodge themselves in his throat the moment your curious eyes flit to him, perhaps this was a bad idea.  He never knew what to say.  Rafe doesn’t know if he can last one conversation without offending you somehow.  “I know I hurt you.  And I know it wasn’t just that time at the party.”  He presses a knuckle on his lips to gather his thoughts.  “I always take you for granted, when all you ever did was take care of me.”

You cross your arms in an attempt to make yourself feel protected as you lean back, eyes avoiding him.

“Your kindness and efforts.  Your…feelings.  They were so easy to overlook when you gave them to me every single day without fail.”  He tries to reach out to you but stops midway and drops his hands on the table.  “I never knew what I had until you decided to take everything away.”

Your eyes sharpen and he winces at his careless mistake.

“I mean, until I finally succeeded in pushing you away.”  He reworded his sentence, making sure to pin the blame on himself instead of you.  He hated how hurt he made you feel.  He felt like shit.  He never cared when people called him an asshole or a psycho, but after what he did to you, he felt like every label given to him was all real, and this time, it hurt.

He had girls before, and all the wanting he can associate with them is the feeling of fleeting euphoria when they’re under him, that is all.  Rafe never missed anyone, or anything about anyone.  Until you came along.

Rafe found himself in the middle of the night, missing you calling him by his name.  He missed your smile and scent.  His cheeks suddenly go wild red when he remembers the mess he made out of himself when he got your shirt, one you accidentally left in his room, up his nose during those nights when the longing just beats him up.

“I regret everything I said and done.”  He says, trying to get back on track to apologizing.  “And if you want to be my…friend again…”  He takes a deep sigh.  “I’ll do better.”

You chew on your bottom lip, eyes shyly meeting his, and you uncross your arms slowly.

“You promise?”

Rafe nods quickly, a small smile appearing on his lips as his hand darts out to hold yours.  “Yes, I promise!  Just don’t shut me out again.”

Gently, you shift your hand to wrap around his and he gladly holds yours back securely.

“I’ll try to be less…controlling too.”  You look away.  “I won’t bother you as much and I won’t cling to you in parties or wherever-”

“I thought we’re okay already?”  Rafe was dumbfounded.

“We are.”  You say, equal confusion in your eyes.

“Then why are you still staying away from me after this?”  He asks in frustration.

Your lips part, trying to form words but his statement just muddles everything up.

“I…I just didn’t want you to get fed up again.”  You say quietly and he grabs both your hands this time, pulling them to his chest.

“Baby, I don’t care, just come back to me, alright?”  He says quickly, you don’t think he realized what he called you just now.  “I don’t care if you call me six times a day to argue that raisins do not belong in bread or if you hold my hand in every party we go to.”

The heat in your cheeks slowly travels to your neck.  “Rafe.”

“You can have me drive you around the island when you get hungry at three in the morning.”  He beams in a surge of confidence and affection.  “I’ll let you fix my clothes as it pleases you so much, slap as many hello kitty bandaids on my face as you want.”  He laughs, making you smile too.  “I-I don’t even know what I’m saying right now, just please let’s go back to how we were before, yeah?”  He presses a kiss on your knuckles.  “I don’t want to hear any of this plan you have.  I just want you with me again.”

At this point, there really is nothing you can say and you can only nod.  You are glad that Rafe is satisfied with that response.

After a few more minutes of you catching your breath in silence, you decide to call it a night.  Rafe, now sobered up, decided to drive, and let you enjoy the passenger seat like you always do.

Despite the conversation you had in the convenience store, both of you can’t shake off the feeling that you’re forgetting something.  Like there is something you are purposefully holding back from each other, and it visibly makes you antsy, Rafe more than you.

He taps his finger on the wheel, tugging at the seatbelt every now and then as you continuously shift your eyes from the road and back to the car interior.

When he finally pulls over in front of your gate, neither of you want to move, still waiting for that something to happen.  But as another moment passes, you realize that perhaps it’s time to leave it here for now, to take things slowly, see where it takes you.  But he isn’t sure if he wants that, to see you slip away again, like the finest sand between his fingers.

“Uhm…thanks for the ride.”  You make a move to open the door but Rafe was quick to lock it, making your brows meet in a soft frown.  “Rafe-”

He cuts you off by clumsily pulling his seatbelt off, cupping both your cheeks to smash his lips on yours.  It wasn’t careful nor romantic, just pure unadulterated need and impulse.  You can feel the tremble in each other’s lips, the fear that one of you might pull away, the fear of what comes next, the fear of not having the other’s love returned in the same intensity.

But as your breath mixes, your tears soaking each other’s cheeks, your body slowly melts into each other’s arms.  He was desperate, biting and sucking your lips, everything in his kiss wanted to possess you, making your chest tighten in having everything you ever desired at this moment.

Rafe pulls away abruptly, a thin line of spit still connecting your lips when he looks deep into your eyes.  “Tell me you still love me.”  He begs while he cradles your face.

“Rafe.”  You push him away gently but he presses his forehead against yours, his shoulders shaking. 

“Tell me, please.”  He squeezed his eyes, not knowing what response he would be receiving.  He knows he’d die if you reject him, with his soul open and bared to you in its most vulnerable form.

His eyes slowly open when he feels a soft caress on his arm and you’re smiling at him with your tears cascading down your face.

“I love you.”

It felt like Rafe had winter melting in the palm of his hand, giving birth to spring.  Whatever doubt and fear is replaced with nothing else but sweet sweet warmth.  He is being shrouded with undeniable assurance that made him feel invulnerable yet ironically, impossibly vulnerable.  He had nothing moments ago, and suddenly he got a taste of everything, all at once.  He has you.  Just as you have him.

He laughs and kisses you breathlessly.  “God, Y/N, I love you.  I love you, I love you.”  He litters your face with wet kisses, making you laugh, before he kisses your lips once more, his teeth nibbling on your kiss-swollen lip.  “Mmmh, did you get a new lip balm?”

You gently pry his hands from your face as you continue to laugh.  He meets your eyes with sheer adoration, head still trying to wrap around the fact that you are his girl.  His girl.  His girl.

God, he’d gladly die if you told him to, just to prove his dedication. 

“I love you.”  He whispers gently, intimately, vulnerably.

And with equal passion, you reply, “I love you too.”

Rafe has never felt this kind of happiness in his life, not once.  You are his natural high, the ecstasy he’s been chasing.  And now that he has you in his arms, he’ll fight tooth and nail to keep you there with him.

Not Your Girl • Not Her Man

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could you do more caregiver rafe? i love how you write him <3 thank u

thank you!! im not too sure what u meant by this buttt I hope it was something like this!!! dad!Rafe is the loml. I’m sorry this is short im in a writing slump rn and trying to get out of<3

nobody would have ever expected the rafe cameron to be such a softie for his family. The way he cared and loves his daughter was shocking to most of the Kildare residents who knew him.

He had changed his ways, he wasn’t the old Rafe anymore.

you both were home, simply having a lazy day and lounging on the couch, your toddler yapping to Rafe while he sat with her, the tv glowing in the back and the audio buzzing on.

“Oh yeah?” He raised his eyebrow, she looked at him and continued her rambling. “That’s crazy, babe.” He said.

You smiled at their antics, losing all interest in the show playing on the tv screen as you watched them with all the love you think a person could have.

He had a smile of his own on his face as he looked down at her, an idea popping in his head. His hands moved, and he started to tickle her, interrupting her yapping and replacing the words into loud squeal and laughs, a large smile on her face as she tried to push him away with her tiny hands.

“Daddy, stop!!” She giggled out.

He mocked her words, making loud squeals of his own that made you quirk an eyebrow and laugh. He snapped his head up to you now, smile widening.

“Oh, don’t worry, mama, im getting you too!” You squealed when he went over to you, you laughing along with him, your daughter watching in pure delight as he tickled you now.

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Swim

summary— your dad’s best friend accompanies your family on a trip to California and things take an unexpected turn.

pairing— dad’s best friend!rafe x fem!reader

warnings— age gap(rafe is 40, reader is 20), unprotected sex, creampie, choking, ass slapping, degrading kink, praise kink, daddy kink, face fucking, fingering, reader is referred to as little girl by rafe a few times.

Part II

The sun glistened off the California shoreline, warm against your deep skin tone as you strutted along the beach in your skimpy black thong bikini. The ocean breeze felt good, and you were aware of the heads turning as a few boys nearby tried to catch your attention, throwing casual compliments your way. Your dad noticed and frowned from his chair, clearly uncomfortable with what you were wearing.

“She’s still your little girl, man, but she’s not a little girl anymore,” Rafe Cameron, your dad’s best friend’s voice cut through the air, smooth and relaxed. He sat next to your dad, sunglasses on, trying to look nonchalant. But you caught him staring, his eyes roamed your body, lingering just a bit too long on your curves. You bit your lip, pretending not to notice, but you could feel his gaze burning into you.

“Still, that bikini’s a bit much, don’t you think?” your dad muttered, flipping his book shut and shaking his head.

Rafe chuckled lowly. “She’s twenty, dude. You can’t control what she wears forever. And trust me, plenty of girls her age wear less.” He was trying to sound casual, but you didn’t miss the way his voice dipped, almost possessive. You smirked to yourself, knowing full well you’d caught his eye. The man you’d be pining after for as long as you could remember.

Your dad sighed, grumbling under his breath as he pulled his sun hat lower and reclined back, clearly defeated. Rafe’s eyes were still on you as your mom walked over to rub sunscreen on your dad’s shoulders. With your dad’s attention elsewhere, you decided to push the boundaries.

You walked over to where Rafe was sitting, your hips swaying slightly as you approached. “You two used to swim a lot back in Kildare, right?” you asked innocently, tilting your head as you looked at him. “Wanna join me for a swim, Rafe?”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, we did. And you’re right, I could use a dip.” He stood up, tall and broad, and pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. Your stomach tightened just watching him, the tension between you thick and undeniable.

You both glided into the cool water, and you felt his large hand subtly rest on your lower back as you moved deeper into the waves. Every little touch sending a pulse of heat through your body. As you floated in the water, one of the boys who had been hitting on you earlier passed by, smirking.

“I didn’t peg you for the caregiver type,” he sneered, glancing from you to Rafe with a raised brow.

Before Rafe could say something snarky, you cut in, your voice dripping with confidence. “I like my men older, and more experienced.” You met the boy’s eyes with a smirk. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Rafe let out a low chuckle beside you, clearly pleased. “Damn right, she does,” he muttered under his breath, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

You swam a bit deeper, away from prying eyes, and Rafe stayed close, his hands accidentally grazing your ass as he floated you. You could feel him stealing glances at your chest, your perky breasts barely covered by your bikini top. The air between you two sizzled.

“Oops,” Rafe said with a teasing grin as his fingers brushed over your ass again. You knew it wasn’t an accident, but the thrill of it all only made your heart race faster.

“Careful, Rafe,” you teased, meeting his gaze with a mischievous glint. “Wouldn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea, would we?”

He laughed softly, his voice deep. “Not unless you want me to.” His words sent a shiver down your spine, the heat between you two growing. He floated closer, his body brushing against yours, and you could feel the tension crackling in the space between you.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, don’t you?” he murmured, his eyes flicking from your lips to your body.

“You seem to like it,” you said back, feeling bolder with each word. His eyes darkened, his hand slipping down to your hip, his fingers skimming the edge of your bikini bottom.

“Maybe I do,” he admitted, his voice husky. I’d like to fuck it, was what he wanted to say. You floated closer to him, your chest nearly brushing his as the waves gently rocked you together.

He leaned in just a little, his lips hovering near your ear. “Keep teasing me like that, and we’ll see what happens.”

You smirked, biting your lip. “Promise?”

Rafe grinned wickedly, but before he could say anything more, the sound of your family calling broke the moment. You both pulled away, but the heat between you lingered as you returned to the shore, his eyes never leaving your body.

Rafe quickly straightened up as your mom called out from the shore, waving you both over. “Dinner time!” she yelled, gesturing to the towels where your dad and brother were already sitting, towels wrapped around them.

You exchanged a quick look with Rafe before nodding and heading toward the shore. The air between you two still buzzed with everything that had happened in the water, but you both played it cool, keeping some distance now as you approached your family.

“Fun swim?” your dad asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced between you and Rafe, though his tone was light.

“Yeah, it was great,” you replied, flashing a smile as you grabbed your towel to dry off.

Rafe casually plopped down next to your dad, pulling a beer from the cooler. “Like old times,” he said, clinking his bottle against your dad's, his tone easy, though his eyes briefly flicked over to you as you settled on the towel across from them.

As everyone settled into conversation and dinner, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Rafe. He looked relaxed, chatting with your dad like nothing was out of the ordinary, but you noticed the way his gaze lingered on you when he thought no one was watching. That same electricity sparked every time your eyes met, and you found yourself playing with the hem of your bikini absentmindedly, your thoughts drifting back to the water.

After dinner, the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the beach. Your little brother and parents decided to go for a sunset walk along the shore, leaving you and Rafe behind at the towels.

“Want another swim before they get back?” Rafe asked, his voice low as he stood, extending a hand toward you.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing in the direction of your family as they walked off, before nodding and taking his hand. “Why not?” you said, your pulse quickening as he pulled you to your feet.

You both glided back into the water, the cool ocean now contrasting with the lingering heat between you. This time, when his hand brushed your lower back, there was no mistaking the intent. You turned to face him, your bodies close again, the space between you disappearing just like before.

Rafe leaned in, his lips close to your ear as he whispered, “Thought about what you said earlier, about liking older, more experienced men.”

You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes. “Still thinking about that, huh?”

He chuckled, his hand sliding down to your waist. “Hard to forget when you're parading around in that little bikini, little girl.”

You felt your heart race, the playful banter quickly turning into something more as his hand slipped lower, his fingers grazing the curve of your ass. “Rafe-” you started, but the warning in your voice was half-hearted at best.

“I can stop," he murmured, though his hands stayed where they were, "but I don’t think you want me to.”

You didn’t respond with words, but the way you pressed your body closer to his was answer enough.

Rafe pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours as the waves lapped around your legs. “We should head back,” he said, though there was a hesitant note in his voice that didn’t quite match the determination in his gaze. “This is wrong.”

“Yeah, but you’re not known for doing the right thing, are you?” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled. “No, I’m not,” he admitted, leaning closer. “You can stop this right now, you know? I won’t push you.” His gaze locked onto yours, searching for any sign of uncertainty.

You didn’t want to stop. Instead, you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer as you whispered, “I don’t want to stop.”

His hands moved to your ass, squeezing as he captured your lips with his. The kiss deepened, filled with urgency, as the ocean swirled around you both. Rafe broke the kiss, his breath hot against your cheek. “Use your words.”

You swallowed hard, looking into his eyes. “I want this, Rafe. I want you.”

His signature smirk appeared, the corners of his mouth curling up. “Then let’s go.”

You pulled out your phone, quickly texting your brother to cover for you. With a rush of adrenaline, you followed Rafe as he led you back to his hotel room, the weight of what you were about to do hanging in the air like a charged storm.

Once inside, the door clicked shut behind you, and Rafe turned to you, his expression a mix of mischief and desire. “We can take this slow if you want,” he said, but the way he looked at you told you he wasn’t sure he could handle that.

You didn’t want slow. You stepped into the bathroom, your heart racing as you took a deep breath. “Let’s shower,” you said, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions.

Rafe followed, his eyes darkening with hunger as he watched you. You turned your back to him and slowly peeled off your bikini. You glanced back at him, and you could see the awe in his eyes. “Wow,” he breathed, taking a step closer. “You’ve grown up, haven’t you?”

You smirked, biting your lip at the way he looked at you like you were a masterpiece. He slipped off his swim trunks, revealing himself, and you gasped at how impressive he was. “Wow,” you muttered, your heart racing.

Rafe stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over both of you. He pulled you against him, his hands exploring your body as you gasped at the sensation of the water mixing with his touch.

As the water poured over you, he slid his fingers down to your pussy, finding you already eager and soaked. You moaned softly as he teased you, his other hand wrapping around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin.

You moaned again, the heat pooling low in your belly. “Daddy,” you whined, feeling a rush of thrill at how wrong this all was.

“Such a naughty girl,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Calling me daddy when your real daddy is probably wondering where you are.” He smirked, clearly enjoying your submission. He shifted his grip, and you felt the intensity of his fingers as they curled inside you finding that sweet spot. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could hardly catch your breath.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. He continued teasing you, his movements becoming more urgent.

You could feel yourself on the edge, his relentless movements pushing you closer to ecstasy. Every touch sent shockwaves through you, and all you could do was surrender to the pleasure as you felt yourself about to explode.

“Do it, cum for daddy, sweet girl,” he ordered and as he did, you felt yourself let go on his fingers. Your moans filled the bathroom but were masked by the sound of the shower.

“That’s it, that’s a good little girl.”

You smiled and he finished cleaning you up before you stepped out of the shower and dried yourselves off.

Get on your knees,” he commanded softly as soon as you were out the bathroom, a mix of dominance and lust in his voice.

You looked up at him, heart racing, excitement coursing through you. There was something thrilling about this moment, something you had never experienced before. With a slight nod, you sank to your knees and looked up at him with wide, eager eyes.

Rafe smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I’m going to use your mouth like a pussy. Just like this.” He stroked your cheek, his thumb grazing your lips. “You ready?”

“Yes daddy,” you breathed, the word slipping out before you could think. You were ready for whatever he had in mind.

He guided you closer, your heart pounding as you felt his presence looming above you. “Just remember,” he said, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear, “you can always tell me to stop.”

You nodded, determination filling you. You wanted this. You wanted him. Fuck telling him to stop.

With that, he held your head firmly, guiding you as he pressed forward. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat rising between you. He thrusted harshly, your breath hitching as he filled the space around you.

“Good girl,” he murmured, watching you closely, his expression a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. “You’re doing so well for your daddy.”

As you adjusted to him, he began to set a rhythm, a harsh pace that filled the hotel room with the sound of muffled breaths and gagging. You could feel his hands in your hair, holding you in place as you surrendered to the moment, feeling exhilarated as he shoved his cock into the back of your throat like there was no tomorrow

“Look at you,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “So eager, such a perfect slut.”

The air around you was charged, and in that moment, you knew that everything had changed. You were both aware of the boundaries being pushed, the thrill of doing something forbidden igniting a fire within you.

“Daddy’s gonna cum baby, and you’re gonna swallow every last drop of my cum yeah?” You said something inaudible with his dick down your throat and he let out a mix between a chuckle and a moan.

“Here it comes slut, open up that fucking throat, yeah, fucking take it, swallow it whore.”

You nodded, parting your lips as you leaned forward, ready to please him. He watched you, eyes dark with desire as you took him in, the heat of the moment consuming you both. His hands tangled in your hair, guiding you as he thrust gently into your mouth.

“Good girl,” he praised, his breath hitching as you adjusted to him. “Just like that. Keep going.”

You complied, taking him deeper as he let go, your mouth filled with him. The sensation of him spilling into your mouth was overwhelming, and you didn’t hesitate to swallow every drop, relishing the way he looked at you afterward, part shocked, part completely enthralled.

As you caught your breath, he lifted you up from your knees by your neck, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. He threw you onto the bed, the softness of the sheets contrasting with the intensity of the moment. “If we do this, there’s no going back,” he warned, his voice low and serious. “Your dad would kill me if he found out.”

“I don’t care about that right now,” you replied, your heart racing with excitement and danger. “I only care about the daddy in front of me.”

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” you said, biting your lip. “I want your cock, right here, right now.”

With a low chuckle, he climbed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. “Then let’s make this count,” he said, locking eyes with you as he prepared to take you further than you ever imagined.

“Please daddy.”

With a swift motion, he captured your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Good,” he said, his lips curling into a devilish smirk. “Then let’s see how much you can take.”

He thrust into you hard, filling you completely in one smooth motion. A gasp escaped your lips as pleasure and pain intertwined, your back arching at the sudden intrusion. Rafe’s breath was hot against your ear as he pressed his weight into you, dominating the space between your bodies.

“Tightest fucking whore pussy I’ve ever had,” he groaned, pulling back and slamming into you again, harder this time. You moaned, feeling the pleasure build with each thrust. “You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, a wicked glint in his eye.

“M-mhm,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Use your words, baby,” he said, his grip on your wrists tightening just enough to remind you who was in control. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels amazing, daddy! Don’t stop!” you cried out, your body responding to his every movement.

He released your wrists, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he picked up the pace. “You’re going to be my little secret, my fucking cock slut, my baby girl,” he growled, his lips brushing against your neck as he left hot kisses along your skin. “No one else gets to see you like this. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

A shiver of excitement raced down your spine at his words. “Yes, please. I want you to ruin me,” you replied breathlessly.

With a primal growl, he increased the intensity, thrusting into you with a relentless rhythm that had your body and the bed shaking. “That’s it, baby. Take it all,” he encouraged, his voice laced with raw hunger.

You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter within you. “I’m so close!” you gasped, your nails digging into his back.

“Cum for me,” he commanded, his hips driving into you with fervor. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

With a final thrust, you shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as you screamed daddy. Rafe followed closely behind, burying himself deep as he filled you, the heat of his release mixing with your own.

He collapsed onto you, both of you panting for breath, your bodies intertwined. “What did I tell you?” he murmured, kissing your forehead softly. “You’re mine now.”

[kkayyerr]

S1!Rafe Cameron caregiver headcanons.

– The first time you would tell Rafe about your age regression he would be so confused. He definitely never had heard about that before, but to your surprise he won’t judge you and even would try to educate himself on that topic.

– It would take time, but he’ll get there.

– Doesn’t mean that he would be a classic caregiver, though.

– He will give you cigarettes if you ask nicely, but only to make his point about you being too little to actually smoke.

– „What’s wrong, baby? Your cuffing, I guess smoking isn’t for the little girls after all, right?”

– He would mock you a lot. Like A LOT.

– „What happened, little one? Need daddy to hold you? Where is my sweet Mrs. independent?"

– Topper and Kelce would also mock and tease you a lot, which would only make you hide your pretty face in the Rafe’s neck, hugging him tighter.

– Overprotective.

– Especially when he sees you around Pogues.

– „I warn you, if you even think about leaving my side tonight I’ll get you a leash, baby.”

– He won’t actually called it age regression out loud, so you won’t get embarrassed.

– „Baby, you know I want you near me when you….well in that state.”

– He’s not very touchy person, but he loves hugging you and make you feel comfortable. He won’t admit it, though.

– Hold your hand when both of you are in public. All. The. Time.

– Won’t let Sarah babysit you because of the „bad influence” which would make you so confused.

– „Sarah are a bad girl, baby. You wanna be my good little girl, right?”

– Probably won’t let anyone near you when you’re in the littlespace.

– Won’t let you near his deals with Barry.

– „My baby, you’re mine.”

– It’s hard for him to believe that you actually love him unconditionally. But he’ll try.

– Loves to give you rides on his bike, because of how tightly you’ll hold him from behind.

– „Baby, you’re gonna squeeze me to death”

– Kisses on the cheeks and head pats when you’re behaving.

– Warning gazes when you don’t.

– Loves to see you struggle to ask for something or just speak directly to him.

– „C’mon, use your big girl words."

– Buy you stuffies and other cute things (when all his money not invested in drugs.)

– „So you named that teddy bear after me? Well, I think I’m starting to get jealous.”

– At the end of the day, Rafe Cameron might not be a cliché caregiver, but that doesn’t mean that his little girl isn’t the most precious thing that he has in his life.

[aew-regression-cove]

caregiver rafe cameron headcannons

𓆉°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ regressor reader

He doesn't have a clue what he's doing... Like not at all- (let's please remember him offering Wheezie drugs completely forgetting she was only 13 💀)

^ I do see him genuinely trying his best though.

If he cares about an individual he will do anything for them- even if he's not always the best at showing that.

He has the money to spoil you-

Rafe genuinely loves the amount of trust you put in him to tell him about your regression let alone to let him care for you. It means a lot to him.

Calls you things like: 'sweetheart', 'kid', 'baby', 'princess', 'doll', 'lamb/little lamb' (apologies that these are kinda feminine, but these self indulgent an it's just what my brain thinks when thinkin bout CG Rafe) However he's also not against calling you 'crybaby' but I do feel like he can tell when it's absolutely not the right time to use that as a nickname.

For some reason I associate lambs with CG Rafe so I could see like the first thing he gets you being a lamb plushie!!!

He has rules for you (previously established when not regressed) and he's pretty strict on them. It's safe to say puppy eyes will rarely get him to change his mind.

Is not afraid to give time outs if you break the rules. Is surprisingly calm when speaking to you after the time outs though- explaining exactly why you were put in time out and asking you why you broke whatever rule you broke.

^ Would not tolerate you being rude- that is an immediate warning and if you carried on it would be time out-

He is not curbing his language around you- He will pick you up on your language though if your own gets excessive.

^ Rafe would actively work on getting better regarding keeping his temper (think how much calmer he's been since Sofia)

He could absolutely do your hair (maybe from doing Sarah's or Wheezies when younger 😭), however if you ask him he'll absolutely huff and act frustrated with your asking.

Rafe: "Can you not do your own hair kid-?"

*You just pouting at him*

Rafe: "..."

Rafe: "Sit. If you complain I will stop-"

Would not like at all the idea of you being anywhere near the Pogues. He would get frustrated and borderline manipulative if you did. In his eyes he's protecting you sooo that might have to be a sit down and have a long conversation moment-

Would take you on trips on his boat!!!

^ Motorcycle too!!! (He makes sure you're safe tho!!!)

If you're regressed it's safe to say you are not touching any alcohol- not a chance.

He's not massive on physical affection- however in public he'd be big on standing behind you, his hands resting on your hips and in the evenings/when he's tired he's not opposed to cuddles, especially if you are struggling/won't sleep.

I could see him taking you golfing with him (and Topper)

^ Speaking of Topper, I think he or Barry (depending on what the relationship between them with Rafe is at the time) would be his go to babysitters-

^ When Sofia joined the picture she'd absolutely volunteer to look after you!!! <3

Beach trips!!! :D

Would genuinely be so upset with himself if he ever yelled/lost control at/around you- he doesn't want to be like his dad scare you. :(

Does not handle tantrums/crying overly well.. kinda has the mentality of 'just get over it' (which was probably due to his fathers attitude towards him) however he will try his absolute best to stay patient and help you.

He absolutely makes sure you are looking after yourself/he's looking after you if you're not- (making sure you bath, brush your teeth, brush your hair etc)

Has it out for any small toys of yours (Sylvanian Families, Littlest Pet Shops, etc) — (You have a habit of leaving them just dotted in random places, or putting them places you know he'll be for 'good luck' / 'to keep him safe')

Despite all his effort I think he would struggle and feel quite insecure/concerned that he's not doing a good job in looking after you- He would never admit this tho.

ⓘ if you want to reblog, let me know and I'll decide to temporarily unlock the post or not <3

[tinylilacbun]

jj and rafe are the reason i was die everyday 😭

I just know they would be the best caregivers to exist especially JJ!! Always around you, asking if you need anything, definitely protective and a little bit possessive. (and just the pogues in general loving to care for you and entertain you when you need to be little after a stressful day at work/school)

With Rafe it would be like grumpy x sunshine, like he'll be snarky and grumpy towards everyone else but you. You are his baby and no one even dares to look at you the wrong way, knowing how far Rafe Cameron will go when his baby gets upset.

I NEED THEM TO HOLD ME NOW 😡

[sunnyie-eve]

9 | Won't Tell a Soul

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: mention of abuse/rape, smut, light angst, comforting,

MASTERLIST

At the beginning of August, Joey moved out finally having enough of the Outer Banks and shit that goes on since Callie still stays out late with JJ and Tess didn't seem to care.

JJ also started to be distant with Callie at times. She knew he was missing his best friend but why was he doing it with just her. He didn't do it with Kie or Pope.

"Callie, you have a letter." Tess has a certain look on her face as she holds out the letter to her.

Callie takes it to read and she knew the handwriting right away reading it to herself, "My dad is out of prison." She looks up at her aunt, "He's living in Figure Eight and wants to see me."

"Are you going?" Tess asks worried.

"Yeah..."

Callie headed to the rich side of the island going to the address in the letter. Arriving at the house she looks at the door before ringing the doorbell. When the door opens she was confused to see Rose.

"Callie? What are you doing here?" Rose asks confused too.

"What are you doing here? My father told me to come here."

"Your father is Will? William, it's for you." She calls out and he comes around the corner smiling at his daughter.

"Look at you. I didn't think you could get more beautiful." He walks up to the door.

"You know Rose?" Callie looks at her.

"Yeah, my brother, your uncle, used to date her before Ward and we stayed good friends." He explains, "Come on in, honey." He motions for her so she does and Rose leaves the room so they could be alone. "How have you been?" Will asks his daughter.

"Not great... two friends of mine died."

"John B and Sarah Cameron." He says their names.

"Yes, but he didn't kill the sheriff. Rafe did." She says since he apparently knew the Camerons because of Rose.

"I figured that out by the way Rose acts when I asked her questions. Especially Ward." He looks where Rose walked off to. "I'm glad you decided to swing by. I know I'm not the best father. The way I treated you and your mother. Especially when I was high on drugs... trying to kill your mother because I was out. How is she?" He asks.

"You don't know?" She looks at him.

"Don't know what?"

"She left me four years ago after you got put away. Aunt Tess has been my caregiver. We just moved back in recently with her ex." Callie explains to her father.

"You're mother just up and left you? Wow, what a bitch. You were her world..." He sighs as Rafe walks into view.

"Callie?" He looks at her out from the deck.

She looks over at him before walking outside slapping him across the face hard. He just stands there with his head turned nodding, "I deserved that."

"You deserve a lot me. You deserve to rot in a prison cell for kil-," Rafe covers her mouth with his hand as her father walks away inside.

"Don't say it." He growls.

"Why did you kill her? All she was doing was her job arresting your father for John B's father's death." She shoves his hand off her mouth.

"You wanna know why I did it?" Rafe starts to tear up, "You wanna know the truth?" A tear falls making Callie feel bad deep down seeing him like this. "He was in trouble and I was protecting him. I did it. Not Sarah, the only child he fucking cares about. I did it. I wanted him to like me more for once." He cries to her.

She goes to open her mouth but he talks again, "When I told him why I did... he stepped forward and I stepped back. He hugged me and I was confused but then happy he didn't hit me." He says and the last few words hit her right in her soft spot.

"God damn it... none of that will ever make me forgive you... but Rafe, your father's love isn't worth all that." She steps closer to him. "I know you want it and for him to be proud of you but you aren't going to get it that way." She pulls him into a hug as he still cries a little. "I fucking hate doing this." She sighs in the hug.

Once they finally stop hugging he asks her what she was doing there, "Will is my father I told you about." She looks down, "I don't even know why I'm here." She starts to tear up, "I'll never forgive him because it's his fault my mom left me." A tear rolls down her face, "It's his fault I had to move in with my aunt and Joey. It's his fault I got abused and raped." She spills making Rafe's eyes widen.

"Joey raped you?" He asks making her realize what she said. She's never told anyone that. Not Tess or even JJ.

"No." She quickly tells him.

"Callie." He says making her cry.

"Don't tell anyone please, Rafe." She cries harder making him pull her into a hug now. "I was only fourteen." She whispers.

Rafe held her tightly against his chest as his soft spot for her grew bigger in his chest, "I promise not to tell a soul, princess." He rubs her back.

"Princess?" Callie looks up at him with their faces inches away from each other.

"Sorry... I mean bitch." He gets a chuckle out of her before he leans down to place a kiss on her lips. When he felt her lips part, he used it to his advantage and deepened the kiss, pulling her even closer to him even though there was no more room.

As Callie felt her hands moving up his chest she steps back sick of herself for actually kissing him back, "I gotta go. Tell Will I'll see him another time." Callie backs away before running to the car to go home.

"How did it go?" Tess asks as Callie rushes into the house.

"Didn't talk long. He knows the Camerons though." She rushes up to her room.

"I have a job dinner party to go to tonight so I'll leave you some money to go get something!" Tess shouts out to her.

While Callie hung out in her room at home alone, Kiara decided to swing by to see how she was doing so Callie told her about her dad being out free and knowing Rose.

"Wasn't he supposed to be in prison for at least twenty years? It was only four..." Kie gives her a look.

"I know... How's JJ?"

"Why are you asking?" Kiara says confused not knowing that he ignores Callie.

"He's been distant with me since they disappeared. I don't know why just me because he still talks to you and Pope."

"I'll ask him what the hell next time I see him. That fucking idiot. I'll see you tomorrow." Kie leaves Callie alone.

Bored Callie went downstairs to drink some alcohol and get high to relax from the news of her dad being back.

Somethin' 'bout you Makes me feel like a dangerous woman Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout Somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout

Callie sang the lyrics moving to the music, which was turned up loud, as she drank walking around the house high as hell with a buzz. Since the music was so loud she didn't hear the knocking at the front door.

"Hello!" Rafe walks into the house since the door was unlocked. "Callie!" He calls out her name and as the song ends she hears him.

"What are you doing here?" She downs her bottle.

"I wanted to talk to you about earlier." He tells her but she doesn't listen as she sings the lyrics to the next song.

You don't own me I'm not just one of your many toys You don't own me Don't say I can't go with other boys

"Callie, listen to me damn it." He takes the bottle from her so she blows smoke in his face, "Where's Tess?"

"Dinner party with people from work so I'm relaxing." She smiles, "You know, if you weren't such a dick...I'd like you."

"Nice to know." He huffs.

"Kiss me." She says surprising him.

"What? No. You're drunk and high." He tells her as she steps closer to him.

"I'm not drunk, just high." She corrects him.

"I'm still not kissing you."

"That's funny. You don't want to kiss me when I want you to, but in the past, you kept kissing me when I didn't want you to." She laughs at him.

"Because you aren't thinking straight right now, Callie. You're stressed out with Will being back and you kissing back me earlier." He says making her huff.

"You forgot to add my best friend, I have feelings for, is ignoring me at all costs but not Kie or Pope. Also, my other best friend and your sister are dead." She takes her drink back taking a sip, "Now, you can shut up and kiss me or get out of my house." She tells him putting her empty bottle down.

Rafe quickly grabs her by the waist pulling her closer leaning down to kiss her. One of her hands go to the back of his head for support, while both of his hands now moved to grip at her ass, eliciting a small whimper from her lips as he squeezed it.

"Jump." He broke off the kiss for a moment, jumping up to him, his hands grabbing her thighs and her legs placed around his waist, as he walked upstairs towards her.

He laid her down in her bed, pressing heated kisses at her neck and her collarbones, the softness of his lips on her skin make her release a small whimper. Slowly, he came back up to face her, gazing into her eyes hazelly, as all the rational thoughts left from her body.

This was wrong, this was so wrong and she knew it but she needed to relax in some way. Even if it was with a psychotic, drug abuser, douche bag, and murderer.

The kiss she gave him as she pulled his face closer to her was nothing but primal, his tongue sloppily licking at her, and her teeth nipping at his lips.

Rafe's grip tightened on her tight, she was sure she would find his fingerprints on her the next day. Callie whimpered at the feeling, her hips involuntarily bucking into his groin, making him groan.

Rafe grinds down against her as her lips traveled down his neck, licking at his skin while her hands traveled down his back, playing with the hem of his t-shirt, raising it higher and higher until he finally got the hint and undressed himself of it.

Since Callie was wearing a dress it wasn't that hard for Rafe to take off her underwear, leaving her bottom half bare. There was no time to waste, so he unbuttoned his pants, leaving them to pool down at his feet, and got rid of his underwear.

"Fuck." She moaned out as he groaned into her neck as he slowly started to penetrate her, little by little, but enough to have her desire more. Once he was fully inside of her, he started to thrust slowly in and out of her, letting her adjust to him, "This is so wrong."

"Just like enjoy it, princess." He started to pound her faster, but still not enough for her liking.

"I'm not exactly enjoying it yet." She tells him so his hands came to her hips, gripping them tight as he started plunging into her. Callie gasped at the harsh movements as her nails started tracing patterns on his back.

One of his hands traced to pull the top of her dress on her waist, her boobs spilling out of it. He seemed almost hypnotized by the way they jiggled as he plunged into her, taking one of them into his hands.

Callie's hands move back up into his hair, pulling his face down to hers to meet with sloppy, messy kisses.

Both moaning into each other's mouths, Callie felt her climax approaching, as did Rafe, when he felt her tightening around his cock. His right hand came to rub at her clit, making her arch her back at the sensation, several mentions, loud sounds, of his name falling off her lips.

Rafe wanted to go on for much longer, but he couldn't last any longer when he heard the loud noises that left Callie's mouth and filled the room. He groaned loudly as he found his release, sloppy thrusting into her as he helped her ride her high. Once her breathing calmed down, he fell down next to her pushing the hair that gathered on his forehead away with his hand.

"If you tell anyone... I will fucking kill you, Rafe. No hesitation like you did with Peterkin. I swear by it." Callie stares at her ceiling as the reality of the situation sunk in.

"I won't tell a soul. I swear by it as well because I believe you." He spoke through harsh breaths.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

hi hi <3 hope you're doing okay :) can u do a cg!rafe cameron x little!reader where reader gets minorly wounded, like after falling from their bike or something, and rafe patches them up? thank you <3

˚. ❝₊˚ sunburnt ❞ ˚₊·

» rafe cameron x reader

» a/n: I have an extremely bad sunburn rn so that’s what I went with hope you don’t mind

» warnings: rafe is rubbing product on reader’s back while they’re shirtless but it’s in no way nsfw, talk of the pogues watching over reader, little!sarah mentioned, cg!kie & cg!pope mentioned, cg!barry mentioned, post canon, pet names

You wince as Rafe helps pull your shirt over your head, revealing the worst sunburn Rafe has seen since Sarah got near second degree burns when they were kids, he winces right alongside you. Given for different reasons; you hate the feeling of the material sticking your your skin and causing even more pain to the tight skin, and Rafe because seeing just how bad things have gotten without him around pulls on his heart strings.

It was only a week. One week with the pogues, Sarah acting as your main caregiver but having to have Kie take over when Sarah slipped halfway through the trip you guys took to the mainland. It was- an eventful week, to say the least. Kie and Pope stepped up and were much better at applying sunblock regularly than Sarah in her own regressed state, but the damage was already done and both Kie and Pope looked more than worried when they handed you off to Rafe two days ago. You’re a little surprised he didn’t go off on them then and there.

“Hurts.” You mutter when Rafe runs his hands gently over your back, the way your skin is hot to the touch cause even more worry in Rafe’s mind. He really doesn’t want to have to take you to the hospital.

“I know baby, I’m sorry. I’m gonna apply some coconut oil and then we can go lay back down.” You’ve found the coconut oil works better than the aloe as it leaves your skin moisturized for longer.

“M’kay, can we watch a movie?” That’s all the two of you have been doing for the past two days.

By the time you were driving back to Rafe’s after being away from him for a week you were so homesick Jj had to keep his legs thrown atop yours so you wouldn’t try and climb to the front of the van to get John B to drive faster- it’d be an embarrassing moment to think of if it wasn’t all worth it when Rafe came into view as you rounded the corner to Tannyhill and saw Rafe sitting on the porch waiting for you. The house is technically his and Sarah’s but with Sarah spending almost all her time at the rebuilt chateau, it’s basically just Rafe’s place that acts as storage for some of Sarah’s stuff.

“Course, what do you wanna watch?” Rafe asks and rubs some more oil onto your bare back, making sure that he’s being as careful and soft with his touch as he can be.

“Moana?” A small smile creeps onto Rafe’s lips as he nods along.

“Didn’t we watch that yesterday?” You shrug.

“I like it. Can we ask Barry to come over and watch it with us?” Rafe is obviously your favorite person while you’re regressed but Barry is a close second, and the both of them together is perfect to you. They never fail to make you laugh just by the way they interact with each other and the sidebar jokes Barry shoots your way as Rafe tries to dismiss every word he says.

“Sure, sweet thing. Do you need him to pick up anything before he comes over?” You shake your head and lift your arms when Rafe comes to slip your shirt back on, it’s actually his own but it’s loose and cotton so it’s more comfortable on your skin.

“Not even some fries from The Wreck?” A quirked brow gets sent your way and you quickly scramble to climb into Rafe’s lap before he can pick up the phone to call Barry.

“Wait- wait, yeah fries, get fries.” You plead and Rafe hums along with an arm slipped around your waist to make sure you won’t fall off his lap.

“You sure? You just said you didn’t want anything… Barry will be here quicker if he doesn’t stop-.” You cut Rafe off with a serious look on your face that he finds undeniably cute.

“I lied, I want fries. I don’t care if Barry takes ten hours to get here, I want those fries.” It’ll really only add ten minutes to the route for Barry to go into The Wreck and order some food to-go.

“Okay, okay, I’ll make the call.” He soothes and grabs his phone as you lean back into his chest with a content sigh. Your back doesn’t hurt as bad as it did when you first came home and spending the day with your favorite people will help you forget just how much you missed Rafe in the first place.

[starkeyshirt]

Manipulated

little! rafe cameron

caregivers! the pogues

in which rafe is manipulated by more people than just his father.

tw//: manipulation, low self esteem, guilt, feeling unwanted, pushing, talk of drug use (cocaine).

<<•>>

When people hear of Rafe Cameron, their minds drift to the cocaine addicted, polo shirt wearing, bad tempered young man with a rich dad and a pretty sister. Those who know him better think of a cold blooded killer, the guilty suspect in Sheriff Peterkin's murder and an accomplice in several others. But truly, do any of those people really know Rafe Cameron?

Rafe Cameron is a boy with a complex personality, substance abuse issues, and a devotion to his father. It's hard to look at such a bad person and think, "Hmm, maybe he's just misunderstood." But the truth about Rafe is that he isn't a bad person; he's a lost boy with daddy issues to a point causing damage beyond repair.

Throughout his entire life, Rafe has wanted to please his father. He wanted to draw the pictures in art class he thought his father would like and do good in the subjects his father enjoyed. He wanted to beat his sister in making his father a father's day breakfast or in buying him a new watch. Rafe wanted to hear his father tell him he was proud of him. He wanted his fathers trust and love, he wanted to be useful and needed with every step he took.

Rafe was never a mean kid. When he was a little boy he didn't have many friends and he didn't like going to school. The other kook boys were loud and obnoxious and uncaring, and Rafe was quieter with a lazier personality. When he first started kindergarten, being his father's only child attending school at the time, he cried every day when his father picked him up and clung to him for dear life. He couldn't tell anyone why; it was that childish urge to hold onto your parents and cry and never let go. He didn't want to be in school wearing polos and khaki pants, he just wanted to be at home with his daddy.

Then one day, when Rafe came crying to his father at the end of the school day, Ward Cameron didn't bend down and scoop his distraught son into a comforting hug. Rafe could tell his father was on the phone, and even though he took his hand and led him to the truck, his father paid him no attention whatsoever. As Rafe sniffled in the backseat, he listened to his father's phone call. It was something about Sarah being upset with whatever babysitter had to watch her while their dad was at work. When they picked his crying little sister up and his father cuddled her and talked to her and comforted her the whole way home, little Rafe felt anger for the very first time. He hated his sister and his father for liking her more.

That night while she slept, Rafe cut a chunk of her hair out with safety scissors.

Rafe was never the same after that day, and he was suddenly aware of the dynamics in their household. Sarah always came first, Rafe was always second. Sarah didn't have to compete for anything, but Rafe sure did. He learned to really and truly hate his sister, to take everything from her that he could in hopes that his father would someday realize he was just as good of a person.

As he grew older, Rafe also grew erratic, impulsive, and emotionally unstable. He received little to no love from his father by the time he was nine, but he still spent every waking moment trying to receive that praise that only Ward could give him. And we all know how things went from there.

Rafe was aware of the things he's done; he knew he was wrong and the guilt ripped away at him everyday. But there were things about Rafe that nobody knew; people controlling him who weren't his father.

•••

Rafe didn't know what he was supposed to do. His brain was short circuiting, but he knew Barry was pissed.

"You do realize what you did, right man? By hurting the guy, you're putting a target on my back, Country Club!" Barry yelled, shoving his finger into Rafe's chest. He watched him quiver.

"I- I didn't know what to do! He was gonna kill him!" Rafe stuttered back, shoving his arms forward in a weak attempt at proving his point.

Barry laughed and rolled his eyes. "That's what you signed up for!"

"I changed my mind..." Rafe mumbled, rocking forward to place his head in his hands. Tears welled at his eyes and his chest was stinging.

Barry knew how to work Rafe. He had his brain wired so he performed when he needed him to but also in a way that Barry could trigger when he crashed. And Barry liked to think he was the only person who could control Rafe in that way; he helped Rafe discover that softness, and he was the only one who could access it.

Rafe's abandonment from his father caused strains on his mental state. A lifetime of fighting for his father's praise, competing for his love - well, that left very little time for a childhood or any way to relax. Barry saw it before Rafe even knew it happened. When Rafe reaches his breaking point and emotions spill from his eyes, that's when Barry can see his mind drifting away; it's a clear switch of mindsets, of headspaces, that Barry recognized well. Something he has used for leverage in many deals, and he could use said leverage to control Rafe.

The first time it ever happened, Rafe was terrified. He couldn't understand what had changed; one second he was freaking out with frustration tears flowing down his cheeks and a heat in his chest, and the next he was being shushed on the drug dealer's shoulder, soaking his shirt with sobs.

Rafe had never let himself be so weak in front of anyone before, not since that last time in kindergarten when he cried on his father's shoulder. He didn't understand what was different either, he didn't feel the switch in his brain - and if he did, he didn't understand it. All he knew was suddenly, he was encapsulated in a warm embrace much like the one he daydreamed about for many years and he had a distinct warm, calming feeling in his chest. His mind was quiet, and things were peaceful until he woke up the next morning and lost his shit again.

Things only became routine when Barry threatened him. When Barry turned him in because he was trying to be resilient against whatever mind games were being played on him, but Rafe learned his lesson. Barry was in control and he had proved that, and when he returned to the Outer Banks, Rafe came back to him like a kicked puppy with his tail between his legs.

Since that day, Barry has felt like a god; he held the remote to control Rafe Cameron, the rich and completely mentally unstable young man with a bad temper and a quick impulse to shoot a gun. Every time he visited Barry, he was freaking out. And every time he was freaking out, Barry did the same thing he did that night before he turned him in: Barry held him and let him cry into his shoulder, he whispered soft things into his ear and Rafe's mind melted away. Rafe would hug Barry tight and embrace himself in having at least one person he felt he could hold onto.

And then Barry would let him sleep in his trailer, he would share his bed and let Rafe lay with his head on his chest. Rafe didn't talk much when he felt like this, but Barry made up for it. He talked nonsense and told him stories Rafe would forget when he woke up in the morning. Rafe would never admit that he enjoyed the relaxation this weird situation brought him, but every morning after, when he was snapped out of his little daze and back into reality, he was always scared and furious. He always felt out of control of his own body and he usually had to break something to feel better.

Rafe felt the familiar fog in his chest starting to well up as he avoided Barry's gaze. He had never felt that way when Barry was angry before; he had only ever fallen into that mindset when Barry was hugging him or saying nicer things. Rafe didn't know what to make of himself, mostly because he didn't trust his mouth to say what his brain wanted it to and partly because he was afraid Barry would hurt him.

  "Are you even listening? Nah nah, don't be starting that baby shit with me, Country Club. Get the hell out of here, man!" Barry shoved Rafe away from his trailer by his chest.

Rafe stumbled, glancing at Barry with a dull and blank look of confusion and highness, but layers of sadness and guilt hid underneath. He could hear Barry shouting as he stumbled away, although he couldn't make out what he was yelling; he was far too busy watching his own far away feet to notice. He felt like he was drunk, his vision blurring and his mind not comprehending right. Rafe didn't know where to go, either. He couldn't walk back to Tannyhill from Barry's, it was much too far. And he didn't really know anybody who lived on the cut.

Rafe started thinking about the things Barry used to talk about when he felt like this. He mumbled to himself about sea animals and the beach, making up little stories as he stumbled along in a childish attempt to keep himself awake and on his feet. Sooner or later, the kook found himself walking up the driveway of the pogues' chauteu, ready to fall over his own feet or fall asleep standing up.

If Rafe was in his normal mindset, he would have never risked going to the pogues with everything going on, but with that fuzzy feeling in his chest and the cloudiness in his head, he found nothing wrong with it. It was Kiara who opened the door after he stumbled up the steps and knocked on the door. Her face dropped into a scowl once she saw him. Rafe flinched and angled his eyes down, something normal Rafe would never do.

"What the hell are you doing here, Rafe?" Kiara hissed. Rafe saw JJ come up behind her with the same scowl on his face.

"I- I didn't know where to go." Rafe stuttered, suddenly very aware of the way his words slurred and how his tone was higher than usual.

Rafe refused to watch either of their faces, but he took the silence as his response; he was not welcomed there, just as he should have assumed. The oldest started to back himself up, still refusing to make eye contact. How could he have expected anything more? After everything he'd done to them he deserved a rightful beating, too.

   "Wait," Kiara blurted just as Rafe had turned to step off the steps. Rafe hesitated to turn back around, but he did just in time to watch JJ punch her in the arm. He looked confused. Rafe didn't blame him. Rafe hated himself too.

   She too hesitated before continuing, "This isn't normal, so please inform us on what the fuck is going on."

   Rafe flinched a little. He didn't know why. He hated how out of his mind he felt. It was like he was high without the bliss, he couldn't function but instead of enjoying it he felt vulnerable and useless. And very tired. "I-"

    JJ looked fed up with his stuttering. He pushed past Kiara, despite her protests, stomping over until he reached Rafe. He then didn't hesitate to shove him with great force down the chauteua's stairs. "That's for messing with us. Now get yourself off of our side of the island."

   JJ wasn't a mean boy, but he protected what little he had and Rafe knew that. He respected it, deep down. He just never showed it and that led to actions that disrespected JJ. Rafe hated everything he'd done. He hated that he helped his father steal the gold, he hated that he stole the cross from Pope, he hated everything he ever did to hurt anyone. Rafe didn't know why he did the thing he did. He wishes he could change.

  Rafe didn't move from the dirt at the bottom of the chateau steps, shaking from his position on his hands and knees on the soggy ground. Wet earth smushed in between his fingers and made him feel real gross on top of everything else. Rafe felt his lip begin to quiver and his breathing grow rapid, and even as much as he tried to hold back the fuzzy feeling in his head, he caved. The blond boy fell forward onto his elbows in the mud, salty tears beginning to slip down his cheeks. He pressed his forehead into the mud, heaving as the floodgates opened and he was left a sobbing mess.

  Rafe just couldn't help it. He hated himself so thoroughly that he might actually do something to himself if he wasn't so afraid. He felt so lost and alone, he had nobody to go to and he didn't even understand what was going on with his body. He felt used and manipulated by everyone, he felt abandoned by his father and like a useless toy of Barry's. Still, he missed them both. As he cried in the mud Rafe wished his dad was next to him, rubbing his back and telling him, "You're a good boy, Rafe. A good boy." He wished he was in Barry's arms instead of on the ground by himself. He even wished Barry was making fun of him for being such a baby, because even negative attention would be some attention.

  Rafe was choking on his saliva and sucking in oxygen roughly and desperately when he felt two grounding hands being placed on his shoulders. He panicked initially, flinching away and diving his face into the mud even more. When the hands didn't move or hurt him any further, he subconsciously dropped his defenses and leaned into the contact. The hands pulled his upper body over and Rafe didn't resist. He still had his eyes closed when the hands placed his head on a warm lap, crying harder with the thought that he might never feel such loving gestures again - he  didn't have anyone who loved him so kindly, and he didn't even know who these hands belonged to. Rafe dropped his butt from its nearly downward dog position, flopping into the mud entirely out of pure exhaustion. He was just so, so tired. So sad and so tired.

  Rafe slowly calmed himself as he felt the mystery hands run themselves through his hair and over his neck in rhythmic motions. They were so gentle and so kind, Rafe questioned who would treat a monster like himself with so much love and care, even if it was just for a moment. As his breathing slowed and the waterworks died down, Rafe came to his senses enough to hear that whoever the hands belonged to was humming softly to him. It wasn't a tune he recognized, but that made it even more comforting.

   Shamefully, Rafe opened his eyes and lifted his red face from the lap that he had properly soaked with his tears. He felt guilty just for that. Looking up, Rafe was met with concerned eyes belonging to none other than Kiara Carrera. "Rafe? Can you hear me?"

  Rafe heard her, but he was terrified. He didn't know how to respond. Glancing over, he was met with the wide eyes of none other than JJ, John B, Pope, and his own sister. He was mortified.

  "Rafe?" Kiara, while in no way liking the other male, couldn't help but be concerned when he collapsed in a full meltdown after being pushed; Kiara had seen him function fine in far worse fights than that. Rafe didn't seem right, and although he never truly did, she knew Rafe enough to know that this was not what normal out of his mind Rafe was like. No, this was very different.

  Rafe shifted his eyes down and nodded, closing his fingers together in his lap. Kiara was just glad for some acknowledgment that he had heard her. She sighed lightly.

  "Okay, good. Can you help me understand what's going on?" Kiara asked kindly. She didn't intentionally start speaking to Rafe like he was a scared child, but when he wasn't answering her, she didn't know how else to talk to him.

   Rafe wasn't sure how to explain what he felt. He felt like he was broken and this wasn't a normal thing to feel. Without looking up, Rafe spoke quietly. "Fuzzy."

  Kiara scrunched her eyebrows together. "Fuzzy? You feel fuzzy?"

  Rafe nodded and then paused. Even quieter this time, he spoke again. "Broken."

  Without a second thought, Sarah intervened. No matter how much Rafe did to hurt her, she couldn't watch her own brother sit in the mud any longer. "Hey, Kiara? Why don't you bring him in to change."

  Kiara sent Sarah a grateful smile. John B, JJ, and Pope made no effort to help, but they separated off to the side to give the girls a clear path into the chateau. Carefully, Kiara stood herself up, extending her hands back down for Rafe to grab onto. Hesitantly, Rafe did just that, He grasped Kiara's hands clumsily, using them to support himself on wobbly legs as he stood. It took a lot of supporting from Kiara and a lot of focus from Rafe to make it up the stairs.

   Pope and John B seemed very neutral; they were neither helping not being ignorant to Rafe. JJ, on the other hand, still sent nasty glares towards him. Rafe physically flinched away from JJ on his way through the door, stumbling into Kiara and almost making them both fall.

  "It's okay," Kiara spoke kindly. "he just doesn't understand that sometimes people aren't what they seem."

  Rafe had merely nodded, but her words meant a lot. He wanted to hug her, but he didn't think she would like it and he didn't want to make her muddier.

Sarah led them both into what Rafe assumed was John B's bedroom. Most of the items in there seemed like they would belong to him and some of Sarah's stuff mixed in with it. Sarah passed Rafe a towel, which he held in his right hand while he shivered. The blond girl then went from drawer to drawer in the dressers, pulling out some shorts and a shirt she thought would fit her skinnier older brother. He was much lankier than John B, but she figured it would just have to do.

"Here you go," Sarah passed Rafe the clothing. "the bathroom is the next room to the right, you're welcome to clean up in there if you would like."

Once again, Rafe adverted his eyes back down to the ground with a slight nod. He then shuffled slowly out of the room and the girls waited until they heard the bathroom door click to move or do anything.

Kiara turned to Sarah. "Have you ever seen him like that before? I mean I know he tried to drown you and all, but something really seems to be up there. "

Sarah nodded. "No, I completely agree. Something's up, and if we want to be even average human beings and try to sort things out, the boys have to be on board."

"Let me handle them." Kiara made a finger gesture to the kitchen.

Sarah smiled fondly and copied her gesture, directing hers towards the bathroom. "And I'll check up on him."

Sarah approached the bathroom door, gently pressing her ear against it for any signs of her older brother still getting himself cleaned up. She was met with silence. Drawing her eyebrows together, she knocked lightly and spoke up. "Hey, Rafe? Are you okay in there?"

On the other side of the door, silent tears slipped down the dirty blond boy's face as he struggled to unbutton his khaki pants. He knew how to unbutton them, he did it every day! So why couldn't he do it now? Rafe let out a frustrated whine as he yanked on the pants to no avail.

Sarah heard the small whine, knocking on the door again. "Rafe, are you okay? Do you need help?"

Rafe sniffled loudly and nodded his head, despite knowing his sister couldn't see him. "Help."

Sarah opened the bathroom door as soon as she heard his small voice, nearly melting at the sight of her older brother clad in just his ruined khakis and his socks with tear tracks down his cheeks and a pout evident on his face. She wasn't sure where this soft spot had came from, but she was pretty sure this is how she remembered Rafe before their father created a drift between them. It strangely made her happy to remember him this way. "Oh, Rafe."

Sarah watched his bottom lip quiver as he adverted his eyes to the ground. "It's okay, buddy. I can help you."

And she did just that, quickly unbuckling his pants for him and allowing him to do the rest. She gave him as much privacy as she could, turning around to grab the new pair of shorts for him, only needing to help him further with buckling those properly. John B's surf shirt somehow managed to still be a bit short on Rafe but also hugely baggy around his shoulders. Sarah giggled about it to herself, finding it funny how two boys of the same height could vary so much.

Rafe was getting very, very tired. At this time of night when he felt this way, he would normally be reading bedtime stories in Barry's camper, all curled up into his side. He let out a yawn. Sarah led Rafe back to the main area of the chateau, where the rest of the pogues were spread out along the floor or the couches. Rafe shuffled his feet as he watched all of their eyes shift to him, feeling guilty and insecure with himself all over again. Kiara elbowed John B, and he awkwardly spoke up. "You can sit over here if you want to."

Rafe looked to Sarah, seemingly asking her to confirm he was being genuine. She smiled and nodded, ushering him forward to sit on John B's right. Sarah took her seat on the couch on the other side of her brother, with Kiara by her feet. JJ and Pope were sat on the other side of John B. Lamps illuminated the space and allowed for a golden glow, the TV quietly playing the news in the background. JJ and Pope were talking amongst themselves about something Rafe couldn't bring himself to find interest in, and Sarah and Kiara did the same. John B was kicked back in his seat with his feet propped up on the coffee table and his arms folded behind his head. His eyes were closed and Rafe studied his face. He thought he looked pretty funny.

Hesitantly but curiously, with a childish hue clouding his brain, Rafe lifted up his fingers and touched John B on his nose. When the other boy's eyes opened in confusion, Rafe leaned back and erupted in a fit of giggles. Despite his better judgment, John B felt himself smiling, too.

"What, is that funny?"John B asked Rafe, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips.

Rafe smiled proudly and nodded. "Funny."

Pausing to watch Rafe for a second, John B could've sworn he had seen these very same mannerisms before. The same giggles and simple happiness that shone through Rafe's eyes; John B knew he had seen them through someone else's, he just couldn't figure out who's. Then, it hit him.

"Hey, JJ?" John B shifted his attention to his blond best friend. Rafe still watched John B intently, like a bored small child.

"What's up, B?" JJ replied, shifting his baby blue eyes from Pope to John B.

John B sighed, "Do you remember that time your cousin was being manipulated by his old dealer? Years ago, before he started his own operation?"

JJ immediately nodded. "Yeah, the dude like, controlled his head. He could shift his headspaces pretty much with a snap of his fingers. It was fucked."

John B raised his eyebrows and looked over at Sarah and Kiara, who seemed to be brought to attention like John B himself was. "Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?"

Sarah nodded slightly. "He does buy from that Barry douche. But JJ, how did your cousin act? Rafe seems to be acting like he did when we were younger, as far as I can remember, anyway. "

"Yeah, my cousin did too. It was just like he was a little kid again, and he couldn't come out of it willingly. I don't remember how he got over it, but maybe he never did." JJ put the pieces together in his head, too. It made sense; most of the dealers on this island were all the same, with the same mind games and tricks that they would use to both protect their operations and keep them running. Since Rafe was undeniably hooked on cocaine, it seemed almost certain that what side of him they were seeing was triggered by Barry.

As the others continued to chime in around him, Rafe grew very tired of having no attention. He was trying to be patient, he really was! But it was hard; he was tired and bored and starting to get hungry. Rafe brought his legs up in a crisscross on the couch, shifting around to face his younger sister. Gently, he tugged on her hoodie sleeve and started to fiddle with it between his fingers. Sarah smiled at him, bringing her other hand up to his hair. She rubbed gentle circles in his short hair, and he relished in the feeling by leaning into her touch.

"Well," JJ spoke up. "I would say we have our best bet on what happened, and the only thing left for us to do is keep him comfortable."

"What do you think, brother? You want to crash here for the night?" Sarah asked Rafe, ruffling her hair.

Rafe smiled brightly and nodded with enthusiasm. "Food?"

Kiara giggled. "Yes buddy, we can find some food."

[fiction-is-life]

Secret Santa

Summary: A Good Samaritan helps Y/N and her family around the holidays.

Warnings: Mentions of the death of a parent and the surviving spouse being severely depressed, labor complications, poverty, one swear word

"(Y/N), look at that unicorn! It's so fluffy!!" (Y/N)'s five year old little sister exclaimed while they were grocery shopping, her face lit up with joy. Suddenly, though, that joy disappeared, replaced with the saddest puppy dog eyes that (Y/N) had ever seen. "If I could, I would wish for that for Christmas."

(Y/N) bit her lip as a lump formed in her throat. She wished she could tell little Anna that she could have much, much more than a five dollar stuffed animal from the grocery store, but the fact was that she wouldn't be able to afford to buy her siblings presents for Christmas. Money had always been tight, but after her mom died two years ago from labor complications when her youngest sister, Lily, was born, her dad hadn't been able to provide as well for them, unable to hold down a job due to his grief. The role of primary caregiver fell to (Y/N), and a sixteen year old girl was no substitute for two able and loving parents. They always made ends meet, but living off of tips from her job at the Island Club and money from her occasional extra shifts cleaning Kooks' houses didn't leave enough money for luxuries like presents. And the worst part was that her three kid siblings already knew that, and they couldn't be filled with wonder and joy like others around Christmas, but it would also be cruel of her to fill them with false hope that they would wake up to presents under a tree.

(Y/N) simply squeezed Anna's hand when she had recovered herself and moved to the check out line to see how far their food stamps would stretch this month. Little did she know that someone had heard their conversation.

~

(Y/N) was opening up her locker in the staff room at the Club when an envelope fell out. It didn't have anything written on it, but when she opened it, it was full of cash, five hundred dollars to be exact. (Y/N) almost screamed and her eyes welled up with tears of joy. Sitting inside her locker was also the unicorn that Anna had been admiring so much the other day. It had a little bow tied around its neck.

(Y/N) couldn't believe what was happening. Who was this Secret Santa that had chosen to help her? She couldn't remember anyone being around them at the store. This was too nice for a complete stranger to do, but she couldn't be more grateful for that kind hearted person, whoever they were. She could pay the bills for this month and next with this and the money she had already earned, possibly leaving some extra for a couple small gifts for the kids. She bit on her bottom lip while imagining the possibilities.

She had an extra spring in her step while serving the Club members in her section. She didn't even let Rafe Cameron's taunts get to her when he came in with Topper and Kelce. She also didn't notice that the one Kook boy seemed to be watching her intently.

~

The next week saw (Y/N) plotting how to surprise her siblings. She knew Anna liked everything unicorns, so she thought to give her the stuffed animal, of course, and a journal she could draw in. Her brother, Cole, had been wanting a baseball glove for ages, and Lily would be content with anything soft or fluffy. She figured she would have just enough just as somebody knocked on the beaten up front door.

"Hey, (Y/N), it's Pope! I have a delivery for you." (Y/N)'s eyebrows scrunched in confusion. She hadn't ordered anything from Pope's dad, Heyward. She opened the door to find Pope's arms completely laiden with groceries, and she saw a cooked ham and a box from a specialty bakery on the mainland that she knew to be amazing, and expensive, behind him.

"Pope, where did these all come from? I didn't order them," (Y/N) gasped as she ran to help Pope with the bags. He just shrugged and hid a smile - if anyone deserved to be rewarded for all her selflessness, it was (Y/N).

"The note didn't say, and they paid in all cash," Pope stated, confirming her suspicions that this was also the work of her mysterious Secret Santa, and she told Pope about the first gift that was left.

"Who do you think it could be? I don't have any relatives around here and they seemed to know exactly what we needed, so it must be someone I know," (Y/N) explained.

Pope shrugged again. "Maybe you have a secret admirer."

(Y/N) scoffed, "Yeah, right, Pope. Who with this kind of money would admire me? A Kook?" (Y/N) laughed, trying to imagine someone like Rafe Cameron liking her.

Pope didn't seem to find the possibility so laughable. He had noticed one Kook in particular that seemed to always be caught staring at her when he thought nobody was looking. "Well, whoever it is, you deserve it," Pope stated. "I wish I could stay, but I have more deliveries to make. I'll see you."

"See you, Pope, thank you for bringing these."

"No problem, (Y/N). Hope you can figure out your Kooky secret admirer!" Pope smirked.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. "It's probably some charity, Pope! You're incorrigible," she yelled after him, but he just gave her a shit-eating grin before turning the corner. She rolled her eyes again before going back into the house to unpack all of those groceries.

~

The next gift came on Christmas Eve. She had taken the kids to the town square to see the Christmas tree and all of the pretty lights. She came back to a back porch full of wrapped presents. They were clearly marked with who they were for, and she made sure that the kids didn't go back there so she could surprise them with gifts from Santa along with the ones she bought.

She also tried to analyze the handwriting, and she thought it looked familiar but she couldn't quite place it. After the kids were put to bed, she quietly moved the presents under their makeshift Christmas tree - ie. the vase full of pretty weeds she and Lily had picked the other day with a bow tied around them. Once that was done she went to climb into bed herself, for once excited for Christmas morning.

~

(Y/N) woke up to squeals of delight, then three pairs of feet pounding down the hallway to her door. The next thing she knew two small bodies were hugging her, with a third grabbing onto her ankles as she couldn't climb onto the bed.

"Santa came! Santa came! He brought us presents!" Her siblings shouted as they tugged her to the living room to see the presents she had placed there last night.

"He sure did! Let's open them!" (Y/N) exclaimed, taking Lily onto her lap so she could help her open her presents. Each child was overjoyed with their gifts, and they spent the rest of the day until they went to John B's house to cook the ham and celebrate with the Pogues playing with them.

~

It was as the small family trudged wearily back to their house that the gift giver was finally unveiled. (Y/N) looked up from Lily's sleeping form in her arms to see a frosted-tipped head bending over their doorknob, apparently trying to hang something from it, and she realized that she knew their handwriting from the many credit card slips they had signed at the Club. She stopped dead in her tracks, unbelieving that Pope had been right about a Kook being the Secret Santa. For it was none other than Topper Thornton on her porch, caught red handed doing the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her.

He turned around at the sound of laughter from Cole and Anna, and both he and (Y/N) could only stare at each other for a while, until even the kids noticed the awkwardness and slipped inside to play with their new toys. (Y/N) still held little Lily.

"So, it's been you this whole time." Her mouth hung open slightly. He looked down, his cheeks burning bright red, and he nodded softly. She smiled the most angelic, beatific smile Topper had ever seen. "How can I ever thank you?"

That made his head snap up sharply. "That is not why I did all this. I didn't even want to get caught; I just wanted you and your family to have a nice Christmas." His eyes burned with intense sincerity, pleading for her to understand.

She soflty walked up to him and teased, "Beings as your plan went awry, I'd like to thank you, so you have to accept it."

He nodded and told her she was welcome. Then, he quickly shoved the box he had been trying to hang on the doorknob into her hands. "This is for you. You should have something special too, not just the kids." If it was possible, he blushed even harder as she opened up the box to reveal a simple yet elegant gold and pearl necklace that was obviously very expensive. She gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Topper, you really shouldn't have," she exclaimed. "It's too much."

"I don't think the same. Not with everything you give to others." Again his eyes felt like they were burning a hole in her soul, until they shifted into a version of the confident Topper she knew when he said, "But if you really feel like you need to repay me, how about we go on a date?"

It was her turn to blush as she shyly nodded, saying, "I would love to, Topper."

~

My Masterlist

[matthewtkachuk]

obx masterlist

JJ Maybank

baby you were my picket fence

Three and a half weeks after your break up with JJ you miss missing him. A tropical storm has you reaching out to the boy who still has your whole heart.

feel something (series)

On the outside, you’re a kook princess with a seemingly perfect life and a perfect family. The expectations are suffocating you, to the point where the only thing you feel is numb. You’re chasing different coping mechanisms in order to feel something. Until a chance encounter with a certain blond pogue you know you’re supposed to hate gives rise to a different kind of feeling.

say you love me (blurb)

the one where jj tickles you until you admit you love him

everything you’ve ever wanted (blurb)

the one where you leave for college and jj takes you to the airport

your voice, it calls me (blurb)

the one where you don’t like talking on the phone, but JJ always calls you instead of texting. JJ admits that it’s because he wants to hear your voice

about love (blurb)

the one where jj doesn’t know a lot about love, but he knows you

mistaken identity

jj mistakes you for a touron, despite the fact that he’s been copying your test answers for years and pined after you just as long. will you let him take you on a date to make it up to you and win you over?

Rafe Cameron

nicotine

You’re already addicted to cigarettes, and Rafe is worse than nicotine

distractions (blurb)

the one where you’re on a zoom call with your professor and rafe needs to be the center of your attention

ignore me (smut)

you’re mad at rafe for fighting so you give him the silent treatment. rafe has to resort to desperate measures to get you to stop ignoring him

forgive me (smut) - sequel to ignore me

you’re ready to forgive rafe, but first you’re going to make him work for it

surprise (blurb)

the one where rafe’s been acting shady and you think he’s forgotten your birthday

how to be a heartbreaker (series) co-written with my love @rekrappeter

Rafe Cameron’s privileged upbringing has let him get away with far too much, for far too long. Between his tormenting of the pogues, running his mouth without consequence, and arrogant attitude, it’s time someone knocked him down a peg. Breaking his bones didn’t work, but maybe you can break his heart.

speak now

it’s the day of your wedding and, even though it’s been two years, you can’t stop thinking about the one who got away. little do you know he’s also consumed with thoughts of you and he’s not ready to give up just yet

the essay (smut)

rafe’s having issues with his philosophy class, especially the paper worth thirty percent of his grade. you’ve already taken the class, crushed the essay, and rafe offers to take care of you if you take care of the paper for him

aviophobia

a rough flight provokes your fear of flying, luckily your cute seat mate is willing to hold your hand and help you through it

keep your friends close and make out with your enemies

you’ve hated rafe cameron your entire life, though at this point you don’t really remember why. you were always told that the more a boy picks on you the more he likes you, but that couldn’t be true… could it?

Topper Thornton

mad woman

the one where topper’s insecurities and jealousy have driven you mad

give you anything (blurb)

the one where topper would give you anything if you asked

Pope Heyward

51. Please tell me you’re sorry, I need to hear you say it

the one where pope is ashamed of his kook girlfriend

still not sorry (sequel to please tell me you’re sorry, i need to hear you say it)

the one where pope broke your heart, but still can’t say he’s sorry

caregiver (blurb)

the one where your bad day has you seeking pope for comfort

Blurb Night

JJ Maybank

44. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

16. Celebratory hug

40. It was my fault for thinking you might care

Rafe Cameron

14. “How heartbreaking.”

Topper Thornton

17. “I can’t sleep.” / 18. “I can’t breathe.” / 40. “Do you think I wanted this?”

9. You’re jealous aren’t you

89. “I noticed.” / 90. “You can tell me anything.”

Pope Heyward

2. Sleepy hug

40. “I made this for you.”

4. comfort hug

16. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

[kkayyerr]

Savior.

Summary: Little!reader got herself in trouble and end up arrested. Rafe can’t help himself but rushing to save her.

Warnings: Age regression, slight angst, fluffy ending.

Rafe got fed up with your behavior lately. You were insufferable, no matter if you regressed or not. So when he got a phone call from Topper, telling him that you got yourself in the fight and had been arrested, he decided that you actually needed to be taught a lesson this time. Rafe didn’t plan on helping you out this time; he already told you the previous time that he won’t always be there for you and you need to control your behavior. But honestly, he wasn’t that surprised by your attitude. If you were looking up to him, then it was obvious why you were behaving that way.

Rafe sighed and got up from his bed. You probably needed him right now, and if the whole situation was stressful enough, you also might have unintentionally regressed. He grabbed one of your plushies before leaving his room. You might needed it later, especially if you would get too overwhelmed.

Thankfully, the police station was near his house, so the ride won’t be long. Rafe was not expecting to be this anxious about that whole situation. He wasn’t expecting to overthink so much, imagining the worst possible situations that might’ve happened to you while he was away. He had an acknowledgment that it wasn’t his fault. After all, you were the one who got in the fight in the first place, but still, his heart was aching thinking about you in that cell. 

What if you were cold? 

What if you were crying?

What if those pigs treated you badly?

When his car finally reached the police station, Rafe almost immediately stormed off, quickly getting inside the building.

 

„Where is she?”

 

He asked the first officer that he saw, waiting for an immediate answer. They knew who he was talking about, but they couldn’t understand why he was so worried since you got arrested only for the night. But they chose not to mess with him. Nobody in the town wanted to have problems with the Camerons. 

The officers suggested helping Rafe, but he knew exactly where the cells were from his previous experiences, so he just quickly thanked them and headed to the place where he knew he would find you. 

His heart stopped beating for a second when he saw you there. You were sitting on the ground, hugging your knees, and he could’ve swear that he heard you whispering something to yourself, probably something that would help you calm down, some nonsense that he would usually whisper in your ear when everything would get too much for you. It didn’t take him too long to find out that you had regressed, and it made him feel guilty for even thinking about leaving you here. 

 

„Hey, kid.”

 

He broke the silence by speaking first, using his soft voice so you wouldn’t get scared. You quickly looked up, and your puffy face finally brightened up. You knew that he would come here and help you, no matter how many times he told you otherwise. 

 

„Daddy, you came!”

 

You said happily, feeling a lot safer right now just by knowing that he’s here and won’t let anything bad happen to you. You knew that he would protect you always, no matter how badly you behaved or how mean you would be towards him and the others. He wasn’t a pushover, but he also wasn’t a bad caregiver who could’ve left you in danger. 

He approached you, unlocking the cell with the key that officer gave him. It wasn’t very professional of him, but everyone here could’ve admitted that you were pain in their asses, so they didn’t want to have another interaction with you. 

 

„Get up from that cold floor, kiddo. We’re leaving.” 

 

You did as you were told, quickly running to Rafe and almost immediately hugging him as tight as you could. He was the only one who could brought you comfort after that long and scary night, and you were not planning on letting off of him soon. While hugging, you saw that he was holding your favorite plushie in his hands, so you tried to take it, but he quickly hid it behind his back. You pulled away a little, pouting at him. 

 

„Ah-ah, not so fast. Your friend is upset that you had behaved badly tonight. What do you have to say?”

 

You sighed, knowing what he wanted you to say exactly. You hated apologizing in general, but you knew that he deserved to hear those words from you tonight since you were an actual problem, making him feel worried and rushing here to save you. 

 

„I’m sowwy, Teddy.”

 

Rafe wasn’t very satisfied with your words. After all, Teddy wasn’t the one who came all the way here just to save your ass and get you out of the cell. You looked at him, giving him the puppy-eyes that you knew for sure he couldn’t stand. 

 

„And I’m sowwy, Dada.”

 

Your apologies were sincere, but you decided to make them even more believable by giving him a quick kiss on the lips that you knew would immediately make his cold heart melt. And it worked just as you thought it would. 

He pulled you closer in his embrace, finally giving you that damn toy.

You hugged your plushie, feeling comforted and loved. 

His eyes closed when he heard your small giggles. You had tricked him once again, but he just couldn’t stay mad at you.

 

„You’re going to be a death of me, baby."

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