#college!basketball!captain!rafe

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you want me to pretend? | r.c

You really hated lies, but a tiny one might not seem so bad when it's meant for a good cause. Parents teach their children not to lie but sometimes to make others happy people lie so you did and it came back to bite you in the ass. It was never your plan to let it go so far; those three hours weren’t supposed to change everything as much as they did. It became more than lying, it became keeping things from the people you cared about the most and dealing with them on your own. Isn’t it funny how fate likes to stir things up? maybe a lie was all that was needed to make the truth come out.

pairing: college!basketball!captain!rafe x college!student!reader content:  fake dating, secret pining, smau, written chapters, tiny bit of angst, fluff

important!! I adapted my own story to write this fic, my OC's Nathan and Avery are the ones I based reader's and rafe's personalities from. Since I adapted my story, this is an AU where there will be major changes, mainly in the Cameron family this to fit the storyline better. I don't want to say what are the changes just know Ward is a good person and father in this one.

get to know: college!student!reader | college!basketball!captain!rafe

chapters: coming soon

authors note: @zyafics thank you for letting me rant my thoughts away to figure the timeline out and for making HB:L because it gave me a new perspective on how I could tell some parts of their story, fun fact this was actually the first fic i planned on posting but I was struggling on how to make it but i kept playing around it for a while until i felt happy with it

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[nadvs]

sleeping with the enemy ✮ au

pairing basketballplayer! rafe cameron x cheerleader! female reader

summary after getting dumped by the captain of the basketball team you cheer for, you find revenge in the form of rafe cameron, your ex-boyfriend’s worst enemy. based on this one-shot

rating explicit 18+

tropes both afraid of commitment, college rivalry, friends with benefits to best friends to lovers, everybody sees it, he falls first

timeline when they meet, she’s a junior and he’s a senior at rival colleges. they’re friends with benefits for three months before they start dating. they’re together for five months, then he gets signed with the nba and moves away. they stay together long-distance and she moves in with him a year and a half later. she gets pregnant six months after moving in, when they’ve been together for a little over two years. they get married four years later.

legend ⊗ smut / ❥ fluff / × angst

˚　꩜ ︴friends with benefits 　 ︵　🏀

✮ ࿐ they meet and hook-up ⊗

✮ ࿐ rafe texts her after they meet ❥

✮ ࿐ her ex sees them together ❥

✮ ࿐she learns about his past ❥

✮ ࿐ she hears people talking badly about her ×

✮ ࿐ he takes her out to dinner ❥

✮ ࿐ he fights to defend her ×

✮ ࿐ she rides his thigh ⊗

✮ ࿐ she keeps his shirt ×

✮ ࿐ they hook up in the library ⊗

✮ ࿐ his first time getting jealous ×

✮ ࿐ their favorite position ⊗

✮ ࿐ she cleans him up after a fight ❥ ×

✮ ࿐ a new player on his team hits on her × ⊗

✮ ࿐ he takes care of her when she’s drunk ❥ ×

✮ ࿐ he accidentally calls her his girlfriend ❥ ×

✮ ࿐ they become official ❥ ×

˚　꩜ ︴in a relationship 　 ︵　🏀

college days

✮ ࿐ he tells his friends they’re dating ❥

✮ ࿐ their first time having sex as a couple ⊗ ❥

✮ ࿐ people see the marks she left on him ❥

✮ ࿐ they compete ⊗

✮ ࿐ he does a body shot off of her ⊗ ❥

✮ ࿐ their first fight as a couple ❥ ×

✮ ࿐ he helps her when she’s stressed about school ❥

✮ ࿐ he consoles her after she fails a midterm ❥

✮ ࿐ they meet each other’s families ❥

✮ ࿐ they fight before he leaves ×

long distance

✮ ࿐ their roughest patch ×

✮ ࿐ he has a photo of her in his locker ❥ ×

✮ ࿐ her first night visiting him ⊗ ❥ ×

✮ ࿐ their first ‘i love you’s’ ❥

✮ ࿐ they almost break up ×

✮ ࿐ he misses her after she visits ❥

✮ ࿐ her ex hits on her ❥

✮ ࿐ she gets jealous ❥ ×

✮ ࿐ she drunk calls him ❥

after she moves in with him

✮ ࿐ he supports her career ❥

✮ ࿐ she tells him she’s pregnant ❥ ×

✮ ࿐ the public finds out she’s pregnant ×

✮ ࿐ he supports her through her pregnancy ❥ ×

✮ ࿐ he gets his first tattoo ❥

✮ ࿐ she gives birth ❥ ×

✮ ࿐ they announce the birth ❥

✮ ࿐ he sets up the nursery ❥

✮ ࿐ paparazzi find them at the hospital ❥

✮ ࿐ they struggle being new parents ×

✮ ࿐ rafe snaps at paparazzi following them ×

✮ ࿐ they deal with rumors that he’s cheating ×

✮ ࿐ a clip of her feeds the rumors ×

✮ ࿐ she sits courtside with their babies ❥

✮ ࿐ he’s away from the babies for too long ×

✮ ࿐ they’re overprotective parents ❥

✮ ࿐ rafe as a dad ❥

✮ ࿐ rafe does his babies’ hair ❥

✮ ࿐ their first night away after becoming parents ⊗ ❥

✮ ࿐ they hook up at a wedding ⊗ ❥

✮ ࿐ his daughter attends a conference with him ❥

✮ ࿐ rafe has a rough day with the kids ❥

✮ ࿐ their daughter loves attention ❥

✮ ࿐ he’s afraid to propose ×

˚　꩜ ︴married 　 ︵　🏀

✮ ࿐ they have a problem on their wedding day ❥ ×

✮ ࿐ she gets possessive of him ❥

✮ ࿐ rafe tells their son’s friend to stop looking at her ❥

✮ ࿐ he’s overprotective of their daughter ❥

✮ ࿐ what they fight about as parents ×

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ in which you become the social media manager for duke university’s men’s basketball team and meet your roommates brother , the captain.

pairing . . . college!rafe x fem!reader

cw . . . best friend’s brother trope , profanity , eventual smut ( chapter will be marked as such ) , underage drinking , marijuana usage , and more to be added as the series continues

author’s note . . . this is an au and duke was the easiest college to work with when it came to my plot! all pictures of the college are from pinterest and sports photos that are of the actual team come straight from their ig! this is a college!au inspired by gossip girl and also drew looking rly good at that game forever ago<3

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ chapters

one. two. three. four. five.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ instagram accounts

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Emilia Scott moodboards

This is…….

Emilia Aurora Scott

Emilia is Kildare’s team captain for the female volleyball, softball, and soccer team.

Her father grew up in Outerbanks and attended Kildare High School, when he graduated college with his sports management degree,he started coaching his three children sports team.

When Emilia and her brothers Lucas & Nathaniel father isn’t home, they take a trip to Charleston to enjoy the unstressed life of their father failed past.

Emilia, who is Rafe’s Cameron ex, but became more focus on sports after the breakup

Their mother Mariah protects them and keeps them from pushing themselves to hard just to pleased their father disciplined on them.

Daniel Scott focus on his daughter life and career,while still focusing on his son’s basketball games and careers.

Emilia who breaks her dads rules to sneak to the cut or the beach to see JJ Maybank

Nathaniel, Lucas and Emilia who practice each other sports to see who better at it and loves spend time together without their dad on their back.

{little writer notes, I hope that this series finds everyone well, I am new to all this so if anyone have any helpful tips. I will gladly take any tips}

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only thing im gonna say is college!rafe!basketball!captain

i came to check on my drafts and like add some stuff since i can't sleep and first thing i see is hb:l 39 status: losing my mind while i do moodboards ☺️

hehehe 😈😈😈 i be posting at the post odd hours so i’m not surprised, but MOODBOARDS?? FOR WHAT

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Wincestial

Day 7 of Stetopher Week.

Oct 30th 2018-Halloween Theme

Wincestial

Summary: It was custom to find your soulmate on October 31st, via matching costumes.

“I'm gonna change it up this year Scotty!” Stiles exclaimed excitedly.

They were walking around in a Party City that just opened up two towns over.

“Oh yeah? Really?” Scott asked sounding dubious that Stiles would change it up by dressing up in anything, but what he always went as for halloween.

“Yep!” Stiles said popping the p. “I am going to go as the coolest fucking character ever…” before Stiles could finish telling Scott who he was going as, his best friend interrupted.

“Spiderman? Captain America? Wolverine? Chewbacca? Batman...again?” Scott said sarcastically.

“NO! Okay...no I am going to go as Castiel!”

“The angel? From supernatural? Why? I mean that’s….cool.” Scott looked at his friend like he was an odd duck.

“Hey, I have to change it up Scotty. I'm now 21 and haven't found my mate yet, it's ridiculous really, but every halloween I go as a superhero and never find my mate. So why not try something else out. Maybe, just maybe I'll have luck. You should try it dude.” Stiles said.

“Yeah maybe you're right. Hey look at this…” Scott trailed off looking at something an aisle over. Stiles walked over, rounding the corner to see Scott holding up a costume that had an image on the front of it that looked like a big boob in a bikini top meant for couples.

“Wow Scott. Please don’t tell me you are going to buy that as your costume?” Stiles asked, practically begging his best friend not to buy such a ridiculous costume.

“No of course not, but it did give me a good idea for something else.” Scott said while they were heading towards Stiles jeep.

“Well then what dude?” Stiles looked to Scott in question.

“A testicule.” Scott said serious much to Stiles cackling amusement.

“Oh my god you're serious?” Stiles immediately stopped laughing. “Well that is definitely a change bro!!” Stiles and Scott laughed out loud before Stiles put the jeep in gear and headed to Walmart.

Stiles ended up getting a tan trench coat and a blue tie. He already had slacks and a white button-up shirt.

Scott bought white sweatpants that were two sizes two big and a round basketball pillow that he could stuff in his pants to resemble a testicle and a burgundy clothes marker to write ‘Testicule Left’ up above where the pillow will be seated.

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Allison and Lydia were costume shopping.

“So I have to get a costume for my dad as well, because he is being stubborn and I am forcing him to go this year. He thinks he is too old which is just ridiculous.” Allison commented while looking at a 1950’s poodle skirt, but moving on shortly after seeing it, it wasn't feeling right.

“Okay. Do you have an Idea for one?” Lydia asked looking at a 2 broke girls Max costume that she thought might work but then saw a sexy pirate outfit not knowing which one to choose from she moved on to see if she could find something else.

“Yeah but no. I know he likes Supernatural but I don't know if they have anything for that show here or if I should go for something else. What do you think?” Allison asked finding her costume and all the accessories. She walked over to where Lydia was also with costume in hand with a few accessories also.

“Yeah I could so see that, you know the whole hunter thing fits your dad, especially since he was a hunter.” Lydia said making Allison laugh.

“Alright so hunter it is, but now which one Sam or Dean?” Allison asked.

The two girls walked off in search of a hunters costume that best fit Allison’s Dad.

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Derek was out buying his halloween costume-Jack Skellington-along with his mate Erica’s-Sally-and planning to grab something for his uncle Peter and help Isaac find one.

“I have no Idea what to get for Peter?” Derek commented hoping that they would have ideas.

“What costumes has he wore before?” Erica asked at the same time that Isaac said in a very sarcastic tone “Why don’t you get a hunter's outfit?” and proceeded to laugh his ass off at the idea.

However Derek tilted his head and said “ Why not?” so that is how they ended up in the Supernatural aisle in front of where there was only one brother Winchester left to choose from, grabbing it for Peter.

Once done Derek and Erica helped their best friend Isaac trying to help him decide on either The Joker or Superman.

Finally they all had their costumes and were now ready to leave and finish getting the Hale Manor ready for tonight's party.

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Melissa McCall had just turned 44 and she felt that this would be her last ditch effort to find her true soulmate.

Rafael McCall had not been her true soulmate but when they had met neither one had a mate, they were lonely, and had, had too much to drunk to stop themselves from fumbling into a bed in one of the many rooms in the college dorm that they were at one halloween night. Later finding out that she was pregnant.

They had stuck it out with each other for a few years for the soul purpose of Scott until one night Rafe had pushed Scott down the stairs in a drunken state. Melissa had kicked him out and told him not to come back until he stopped drinking. By that time he had joined the FBI and she was a nurse who wanted a hell of a lot more in life than Rafe and no mate bond.

So she was shopping at the last minute for her costume and was stuck with three choices that were in her size. She grabbed one on chance and left to get ready for the Hale Manor Party.

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The Hale Manor Party

Melissa had just gotten to the Hale house and was now sipping a ‘Vamp Julep’ a play on the mint julep. She was wearing the best costume that she had to choose from a 2 broke girls Caroline waitress uniform. When she first saw her son and his best friend who was practically like her son from all the nights that he had stayed with them after his mother died.

“What the hell are you two supposed to be?” Melissa asked. Pointing to the huge bulge in Scotts pants.

“I’m an angel in a trench coat.” Stiles said.

“More like baby in a trench coat Bilinski.” Someone said behind them.

They all turned to look at who the massive asshole was when they turned and saw Jackson who was oddly enough…(and Stiles and Melissa were 100% sure that it was absolute fucking fate) Jackson was wearing the exact matching costume as Scott. Except that his said ‘Testicule Right’ at the top of his grey sweats in black clothes marker.

And really what were the chances of that match…

“Uh...I guess you could say I am his left testicule to his right.” Scott said being in shock of finding his mate with such a weird and unique costume.

“Hey testicule left and right! Maybe you should go and talk, somewhere more quiet?” Stiles said all with sarcasm.

“Yeah maybe?” Scott asked hopeful, looking at Jackson.

“Yeah whatever!” Jackson said but everyone could tell he was covering his true feelings with a grimace-smirk combo.

As they headed towards a empty balcony on the first floor Melissa noticed someone who was wearing the matching costume to hers.

“Your fucking kidding me?” Stiles heard her mumble and look up to the roof or possibly to god in disbelief. He then looked to where Melissa was now staring.

“Lydia Martin!!!” Melissa and Stiles said at the same time. Though Melissa was in shock of finding her mate in Lydia who was her sons age and who her son and Stiles had past relationships with, if only brief ones. Whereas Stiles was trying to not laugh at the irony of it all.

“She’s amazing you know. And she won't care about the age gap mom. Plus if she hurts you she won't just have Scott to worry about hurting her, banshee be damned.” Stiles said hugging Melissa or really his pseudo mom before kissing her cheek and pushing her in Lydia’s direction.

As Stiles watched Melissa approach Lydia with trepidation, she touched Lydia on the shoulder making the girl turn around. The group that was surrounding Lydia all became silent. He could see Allison in a Harley Quinn costume, Derek and Erica in Nightmare Before Christmas costumes and Isaac who was in the matching costume as Allison as the Joker. It was apparent that Allison and Isaac were mates.

This was one thing that was hard for Stiles. Couples tended to be matched up faster than the blink of an eye, especially once parties got started, which tended to be hard on those without mates or those who hadn't found theirs that year or had yet to find them before midnight.

Sad but wanting to be uplifted he went to the kitchen for a drink. He started to grab the last mummytini, of course a play on the appletini with coconuts instead, when a hand fell on his.

“Oh sor...God…” Stiles said when he looked at the culprit whose hand now held his, to see the one the only Dean Winchester or rather Chris Argent or rather his...mate.

“Your..My..Mate?” Chris asked unuciating each word. “How do you feel about this? I am much older than you and I haven't had a male partner since….” Chris started to ask Stiles his feelings on the matter before being interrupted.

“Ahh those were good times Christopher. Hello Stiles! Nice to see you both.” Peter spoke sounding smug as ever.

Stiles finally saw what costume Peter had on and saw that his was the other famous Winchester-Sam- and thought how crazy it was that the three of them had found just the right costumes to make them the perfect mates. The Angel and hunters for the ex hunter, werewolf, and human.

“Wait did you say...and you said…??? You have to tell me the story of how you both got together and like now please!” Stiles said over the top excited. Asking for the story once they had grabbed a drink and headed off to a room, that Stiles suspiciously thought was Peter’s, to talk were it would be more private.

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get to know college!basketball!captain!rafe

college!basketball!captain!rafe who has loved sports since he was a kid, fell in love with basketball when he was around 10 and took it seriously from that moment on. he wants to go professional after college if he can but is also working on his finance and administration degree. He has always been very smart and doesn’t worry a lot about grades but understands the importance of them, reason why he got a full ride in college and got recruited for the basketball team. who is very disciplined with everything that he does, once he commits to doing something he will do it and will do his best. he loves going out with his friends but also likes to stay in, secretly he loves cooking all thanks to his mom and his sister. 

college!basketball!captain!rafe who is very cocky and a flirt, knows he is good-looking and that’s the reason why everyone thinks he’s a player, he has never had a girlfriend in college. Everyone seems to know him and or fall for him, he doesn’t really care about it but it boosts his ego. He has been around a bit yes, but not as much as people think, he is picky even if he doesn’t like to admit it. He thrives on teasing people, especially his friends but he’s also very kind and intentional, not everyone gets to see this side of him. His family is very important to him, he has a good relationship with his parents and sister. 

college!basketball!captain!rafe who is very easy to please, just some good food, music, and his friends and he can be the happiest man alive. who loves watching movies and of course, never misses one basketball game, usually watches them with his dad or his friends, it’s his favorite thing to do. Has never missed one basketball practice since he was 10, just the very counted times he has been sick. His love language is physical touch, gifts, and acts of service the last two he prefers giving them than receiving them. Quality time could be added to but in very specific scenarios. His favorite artists are J. Cole, The Weekend, and Kanye. who is also a dog guy, every time he sees a dog he asks if he can pet them. 

college!basketball!captain!rafe who loves being an older brother but sometimes he wishes the age gap wasn’t that big, fortunately, he has a cousin his age who might as well be his sister. they grew up together and are kinda inseparable thanks to that. He usually goes to her to talk about his feelings, since he knows he won’t get judged by her. he’s not the best at showing his feelings, or so he thinks, usually his eyes speak volumes, and anyone can see it but him. no, but really, talking about how he feels sometimes can be the hardest thing he can do. he tends to put everyone first and even if he’s this confident guy when it comes to his feelings he’s anything but. 

college!basketball!captain!rafe who is incredibly perceptive about how other people feel as long as the feelings are not directed at him because then he’s blind. who likes to take time to get to know someone and help as much as he can. who also can easily get angry when things don’t go his way and when this happens he prefers not to talk to people in case he says something he doesn’t really mean. If he’s really frustrated he tends to isolate himself to calm down but if he needs to talk to people he will be very cold towards them, and he immediately regrets it.

authors note: i always have trouble writing intros because i don't know what you should know before reading and what you should discover while reading but i finally finished it. i'm very obsessed with him, and i hope you guys too :)

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sleeping with the enemy (one-shot)

pairing basketballplayer! rafe cameron x cheerleader! female reader

rating explicit 18+

summary after getting dumped by the captain of the basketball team you cheer for, you find revenge in the form of rafe cameron, your ex-boyfriend’s worst enemy.

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“How bad is it that I want us to lose?” you mutter, fiddling with your pompoms as you stand courtside.

“Against them?” Your friend looks out at group of athletes in red warming up for the game. “Pretty bad.”

The rivalry between the Hawks and the Wolves is one of the most vicious in college basketball history. You proudly cheered for your team up until a couple of nights ago, when the Hawks power forward dumped you over text.

Your relationship with Max had been relatively new, lasting just over a month. Still, it pissed you off that he didn’t have the respect to break up face-to-face.

The worst part of it was that he was trying to convince you to sleep with him for the first time the night before he ended things. He got frustrated and left your dorm in a huff. Then, he texted you that he isn’t looking for a relationship.

You’re sure it was his plan to get you in bed then bail all along, but he gave up once he got too impatient.

You wanted to take things slow. You thought maybe you could have something real with him. What a waste of time.

Now, as you stand on the sidelines of your college’s basketball court, the tension is palpable as both teams warm up for another game against their worst enemies. The crowds’ conversations loudly blend into a dull murmur in the stands behind you.

“I don’t think it’s bad at all,” the cheerleader on your other side chimes in. “Max is a jerk. He deserves to lose.”

You scowl at your ex as he rushes through a running drill on the other side of the loud gym. You had told your close friends on the squad about what happened. They may hate him even more than you do.

You glance at the opposite side of the court where the visiting team is warming up. You spot player #10, Cameron sprawled over the back of his red jersey, as he runs warm-up passes with one of his teammates.

Max loathes him. And it’s not just because of the college’s long-standing rivalry. Your ex told you countless times what an asshole Rafe is and how much he trash-talks on the court.

Regardless, you could see it for yourself. Rafe taunts his opponents. He laughs in their faces when his team wins. He never shakes hands at the end of a game. He even shoved Max a few times, earning fouls.

You realize you’re staring at Rafe when his teammate misses a pass, sending the ball rolling towards you.

You’re so angry at Max that you almost want to wish Rafe luck when he comes near, picking up the ball off the glossy floor.

His gaze flashes at you as he straightens, and when you notice his blue eyes trail down your body, your skin pricks with heat. You’re sure you see a hint of a smirk on Rafe’s face before he turns around.

You probably shouldn’t be excited that your side of the rivalry’s most hated athlete is looking at you like that. But you’re not feeling particularly loyal to your team right now.

A loud whistle blows through the gym. The game is starting.

In Rafe’s mind, the only bad thing about basketball is that the sport has no tolerance for scrapping. Aggression is part of football. It’s encouraged in hockey. But the foul system in basketball is stupid. He never gave a fuck about sportsmanlike conduct.

He could have considered other sports, but he’s a natural at this. He has the height and agility and confidence for this sport. It’s what made him captain after his first year as a shooting guard.

Rafe paces to the center of the court for the coin toss, staring down at his opponent. Max Hammond’s always been easy to fuck with.

And honestly, it pisses Rafe off that lately, he’s seen the cheerleader on his rivals’ team that he’s been eyeing all season on Max’s arm. All the more reason to fuck with him.

“How’s that knee?” Rafe taunts. Their last game, he dunked over Max hard enough to send him hurling to the floor. Rafe laughed when he saw his opponent clutching his knee.

“Shut up,” Max mutters with a scowl. Rafe smiles pompously. Then, he wins the coin toss.

You halfheartedly chant through the cheers you’ve memorized when the game starts. The players rush up and down the court, shoes squeaking against the floor, sweat sheening their skin.

It feels weird keeping your gaze off of Max. You used to follow him with lovestruck eyes throughout every game. If only you knew what a douche he’d turn out to be.

So, for this game, you watch Rafe. You shouldn’t feel so satisfied every time he pushes past Max and earns a point for the rivals you’re supposed to be booing, but you do.

Shadows move with the edges of Rafe’s muscles under the bright gym lights. His lips are parted as he rushes down the court, feet moving quickly, hands controlling the ball with expert precision.

When the game ends with a loss for the Hawks, you’re not all that upset. Mainly because Max looks so devastated.

Afterwards, you decide to go out to a local bar with a few of your friends. You want to let loose. Maybe you’ll even find a meaningless hook-up. After the mess with Max, you want some fun, and you’re definitely not up for looking for any sort of emotional connection.

Both college campuses aren’t far apart, so the bars and clubs in town often see an overlap of students. Most people don’t care about the rivalry, especially when they’re off-campus.

But the athletes and cheerleaders never allow the tension to dissipate, especially after a game. The winners are always loud and celebratory, while the losers stare daggers at their enemies. Tonight’s no different.

The bar is dark and packed and loud and humid, your fingers wrapped around an emptied glass as you sit at a table with a couple of your friends.

When Max walks into the bar, unease rolls through you. You wonder how long it’ll take for you not to be so frustrated by his presence.

He finds seats across the bar with a few of the other Hawks players. One of your friends notices your discomfort and follows your eye-line.

“Do you want to leave?” she asks.

“No.” You’re determined not to let Max ruin your night. “I’m getting another drink.”

After making sure your friends don’t want a second drink just yet, which only serves as a reminder of how fast you downed yours, you drift over to the bar.

You find an open pocket in the crowd and you squeeze through, your hands resting on the hard edge of the bar top. You watch the bartender take orders, not yet aware of you.

You sigh to yourself, drumming your fingers, hoping you’re just one more drink away from feeling better.

Rafe watches the stranger beside him fidget impatiently. When he looks up from your tapping fingers, he realizes you’re not a stranger at all.

You’re the cheerleader he’s always checking out. The one who’s been on Max’s arm after games. But he usually sees you wearing a big smile, and there’s nothing happy about the way you look right now.

You can see from the corner of your eye that the person beside you is looking at you. You meet Rafe’s gaze, blinking a few times to make sure it’s really him.

You’re a bit embarrassed, considering you’d stared at him through tonight’s game. He’s in a dark t-shirt instead of the jersey you’re used to seeing him in. You can tell that is hair is just a bit damp, surely from the shower he took after the game.

You try not to think about him in the shower.

Rafe takes you in, the way your lips purse before you speak.

“You played well,” you say.

Rafe’s lids lower. You’re wearing a dress even shorter than the little cheerleading skirt he’s used to seeing you in.

“Me?” he drawls, his lips curling up in a surprised smirk.

You meet his eyes for longer this time, nodding at him with an indifferent expression.

“Aren’t you Hammond’s girl?” he says, clearly amused, a contrast from how angry you’ve heard him on the court.

You’re surprised that he knows you were dating Max. Maybe he noticed you more often than you thought.

“Nope,” you mutter. You tell him you have a name, then give him it.

Rafe’s eyes continue to travel over you, his pulse quickening as he takes you in. He knew you were hot, but he never got a chance to really look at you up close.

How the hell did Hammond fuck things up with you? He needs to know so he won’t make the same mistake.

“What happened?” he murmurs.

“With Max?” you ask. “He’s a dick.”

“Could’ve told you that.” You watch Rafe slightly tip his head back as he takes a drag of his beer.

“Really? I’ve heard the same about you,” you say. You realize you might be more tipsy that you thought once your brazen words spill out of your mouth.

“And what, you think it’s true?” Rafe asks with his eyes on your lips.

“I don’t know. You get fouled more than any player I’ve seen.”

Rafe huffs a breathy chuckle, obviously nowhere near offended by your words. He actually seems flattered.

Out of instinct, your eyes dart to the table you saw Max sitting at. His gaze is fixed on you. He’s likely shocked that you’re talking to someone you’re supposed to hate.

Rafe turns to see what you’re looking at. He smirks when he notices just how pissed off Max looks. He turns his attention back at you.

“Your boyfriend’s pissed,” Rafe says, a hint of mocking in his voice.

“I already told you that he’s not my boyfriend. And I couldn’t care less if he’s mad that I’m talking to you,” you answer, crossing your arms. Blue eyes dart down to your cleavage.

“So, you’re not using me to get back at him?” he teases.

“I didn’t even know you were here,” you say. “But it’s not a bad idea.”

Rafe cocks his head, his tongue jutting under his cheek. Getting to flirt with a hot girl and annoying someone he hates at the same time is a win-win situation.

“What can I get you?” you hear. You look over at the bartender and regain your composure to order your drink.

“Put it on my tab,” Rafe tells him. He watches your lashes flutter when you meet his eyes again.

“Thanks,” you say, lips lifting into a smile. You’ve been so deep in your anger that you haven’t realized that Rafe could be the meaningless hook-up you’re looking for tonight.

“That’s the first time you smiled since you came over here,” he notices.

“I’m in a pretty bad mood,” you admit.

“What’d he do?” Rafe asks, tilting his head back to Max.

“Probably something you do to girls all the time,” you say boldly. “He made me think he wanted a relationship, but turns out, he just wanted to get laid.”

Rafe’s eyes glint with something you haven’t seen in him under the muted bar lights. For a split second, his guard goes down.

“You think I do that?”

“Am I wrong?” you challenge. His laugh is dry and humorless. He leans closer to you, his cologne cool and sharp as he towers over you.

“You are,” he says.

The tension between you hardens. You stare up at him.

“Okay,” you say. At this point, you’re jaded and uninterested in dancing around the subject. “So, what do you do?”

You lift your glass to take a sip. Rafe watches the way your lips lock around the straw. He’s entranced by you, by how straightforward you are.

“I’m upfront that I’m not looking for a girlfriend,” he says. “I don’t have to play games.”

You know he’s being honest. Someone that looks as good as he does definitely doesn’t have to manipulate his way into sex.

“What are you looking for, then?” you ask.

“Fun,” Rafe replies. “And I think you need some fun, too.”

You feel your blood go hot. He’s right. This man and the no-strings-attached sex he’s proposing is exactly what you need right now.

You lock eyes with him as you swallow the last sip of your drink and put it on the bar with a clack.

“I do,” you answer.

When Rafe asks you if you want to go over to his place, you don’t need to even think about it.

You let your friends know you’re leaving and you follow Rafe out, his hand finding yours, callouses from his training hard over his palm.

It’s all such a thrill. The way Rafe looks at you. The promise of casual sex with him. The glare of your ex-boyfriend as you leave. And the fact that you completely forgot about how this started as revenge on Max because you’re so tangled up in the feeling Rafe is giving you.

When you step into Rafe’s single dorm, he crosses the small room to switch on the desk lamp, casting a dim glow over the space.

You notice a few toiletries scattered on top of his dresser, his jersey slung over the back of his chair. This is technically enemy territory, but you couldn’t care less.

It’s quite bare and not very lived in, but you didn’t expect him to be the type who cares to decorate.

“I’m guessing you’re not in here all that much,” you say, leaning against the door once it shuts behind you.

“You finally got something right about me,” Rafe replies, earning a giggle from you. He sits on the edge of his bed, staring at you. “Come here.”

His dominance, not just through his words but by the way he takes up space so confidently, makes arousal swirl in your stomach. You settle beside him, the mattress shifting with your weight.

“Are you always this bossy?” you ask.

Rafe takes in your pretty features. This might be one of the best nights he’s had. He played a great game, won against the team he hates most, and the girl he’s been eyeing all season is sitting on his bed.

“Right again,” he says. Now that you left the crowds and music back in the bar, his deep voice cutting through silence reverberates through you.

You breathe a quiet laugh. You first approached him feeling so bitter, but just like that, he turned your mood around.

His eyes trail the hemline of your dress. You watch as he places his hand over your thigh, moving slowly, his thumb stroking just below where the fabric of your dress ends.

Rafe’s skin is hot, his hand heavy, and your heart-rate quickens in a second.

“You know how distracting you are?” he rasps, recalling the countless times he saw you by the court as you danced around in your skimpy outfit.

“What?” you ask.

“It’s so fucking hard to focus on playing when you’re there.”

Your breath hitches as he leans in closer, his nose brushing against yours. You had no idea you’d caught his attention before tonight, but by the sound of it, this isn’t the first time he’s looked at you through lustful eyes.

When his lips capture yours, he squeezes your thigh, firm fingers sinking into your flesh. He kisses you again and again and again, every time deeper than the last, tongues meeting with heated ardency.

You let out a moan so soft when he bites your bottom lip that he takes your hand from where it’s resting to the bulge in his jeans, showing you how hard he is for you.

Your body flushes even hotter when you feel him, gently starting to stroke him over the denim.

Your phone buzzes loudly in your purse, vibrating in a rhythmic pattern you recognize as a call.

Rafe shifts back, his mouth an inch away from yours.

“You don’t have to get that, do you?” His tone signifies more of a statement than a question.

You pull out your phone, confused over who would call you now. You grimace when you see Max’s photo on your screen.

Rafe notices. You breathe out a quiet laugh of surprise when takes your phone, hitting “Message” and sending She’s busy, then declining the call.

You feel each other’s smiles under your kiss, this time moving even faster. Rafe drags his hand higher under your dress and inhales sharply once you instinctually spread your legs, allowing him to feel you.

The pressure of his fingers rubbing over your panties makes you ache.

“That’s good, isn’t it?” he rasps against your lips.

“Yeah,” you whisper. He pushes the fabric to the side, feeling how slick and soft you are.

“Goddamn, you’re so wet already,” Rafe groans, enjoying the ego trip from knowing he got you like this so quickly. His lips trail to your neck, kissing and sucking your skin as he glides between your folds, tracing circles.

He shifts, losing contact with you for a moment to pull your dress off. When he sees you in just your bra and underwear, he nearly grunts in frustration from not being inside you already.

His hold on your hips is so firm it hurts as he guides you onto your back. Hovering over you, Rafe pulls his t-shirt off with urgency. Your lips quirk into a smile at how impatient and hungry he is.

You find the button of his jeans, quickly pulling it through the loop. He does the rest, unzipping and throwing his pants onto the floor. He stands to find a condom in his nightstand, tossing it beside you.

You run your hands over the curve of his muscular back when he lowers to grind over you, his cock hard and twitching.

When Rafe feels your thighs squeeze around him, he tells himself to slow his breathing, almost worried he won’t last long. This doesn’t happen to him. Ever.

But then again, he’s never craved a girl this badly, for this long. Having you under him like this, bucking your hips because you want it just as bad, is unreal.

He roughly pulls the cup of your bra down, closing his wet mouth over your nipple, earning a shudder from you. As he flicks his tongue, he shifts to pull down his boxers.

You take off your panties beneath him, squirming out of them, watching him sit up and roll the condom over his length.

“You gonna show me how good you can take it?” he mumbles, leaning over you again. You meet heavy-lidded blue eyes as he holds himself up over you, biting your lip and nodding.

The world stops spinning when he pushes into you, filling you.

“Fuck,” he groans against your cheek as you squeeze him. “Even better than I thought.”

You tilt your head back and moan, taking all of him, stretching as he buries deeper and deeper, dazed at the fact that he feels so good, that he clearly fantasized about this before.

Rafe bottoms out and you dig your nails into his shoulder blades as he pulls back and thrusts into you harder, his breath hot on your skin.

You wrap your limbs around him as tight as you can as he starts to rock his hips at a faster pace. He puts his lips on yours again, your kisses wet and hungry.

The sounds of his skin slamming against yours and your disjointed, shallow breaths fill the room, making you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure.

Your moans get louder as the coil in your stomach begins to tighten. Rafe starts pounding even faster and harder when he feels you fluttering around his cock.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs, shifting lower to put more of his weight on you, his fingers finding the roots of your hair. “You gonna come for me?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes.”

You tremble beneath him as you fall into your orgasm, holding your breath for a second before letting go. What finally sends him over the edge is when you moan his name.

Rafe comes with a low, drawn out groan, his thrusts quicker and sloppier, hips stuttering against yours. He stays inside you for a bit, his head buzzing as he comes back down from the high.

You sit up in his bed once he stands, your pulse still fast. You watch him pull his boxers back on, his skin shining with sweat.

You spot your underwear on his crumpled duvet and slide them on after fixing your bra.

You decide not to put your dress back on yet, shifting his pillow to sit back on the headboard, finding where he tossed your phone after he texted your ex for you.

You watch Rafe lean down to open the door of the mini-fridge on the floor. He pulls out a bottle and tilts his head back as he swallows down water.

The image of his tall, muscular, half-naked frame in the middle of his room, his jaw sharp as he tips his head back, his numbered jersey hanging off the back of his chair right next to him, is too nice not to capture.

You take a photo of the sight, the bottom half of your bare legs in the frame. Rafe hands you the cold bottle and as you take it in your hand, you show him your screen.

“Like it?” you say, still dazed.

He grins, dimples dipping into his cheeks, as he sinks onto the bed on his knees to sit beside you.

“You posting that?” he asks. You can tell he’s pleased by the idea, so you share it on your Snap story with the caption Post-workout.

Minutes later, the replies from your friends flood in.

IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS

omfg this is WILD

actually diabolical lmaoooo

Max’s message is the most satisfying of the bunch: Are you serious right now?? Call me back.

You shift to grab your dress off the floor. You’re never calling him. He lost his chance.

“I guess I’ll see you around,” you say, standing to pull your dress on.

“You know how distracted on the court I’ll be now?” Rafe mumbles, earning a laugh from you. “Let me get your number.”

You enter your number into his phone and smooth down your hair in his mirror.

Casual, easy pleasure. This is just what you needed and you found it in Rafe Cameron of all people. You look back at him as you put your purse over your shoulder.

“We’ll do this again,” Rafe says, drinking you in. That was mind-blowing. It can’t be the only time he does this with you.

“Bossy,” you agree with a smile. You slip out of his room, your legs weak and wobbly.

You’ll be sore tomorrow. And the cheerleaders and athletes who take the rivalry seriously might even give you shit for what you did tonight. But it was all worth it. You’d do it all over again.

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omg what if basketball!rafe takes reader out to dinner after a game or something, from sleeping with the enemy’s pleaseee

AHH SO CUTE YES OFC 🙂‍↕️

based on this fic

they keep hooking up after their first night together and rafe is in shock over how good the sex is and how much he enjoys her company. he’s a ‘hit it and quit it’ type of guy but he cannot get enough of her to the point where he can hardly wait for games against her college’s team because it’s a promise that he’ll see her.

one night a few weeks after they start being friends with benefits, his team suffers a loss by a few points against their worst rivals. he’s seething. the result of a game has a crazy effect on him. it always does.

he finds her courtside and while everyone around her is celebrating, she goes still once she notices him approaching her.

“close game,” she says, tilting her head while she looks up at him. at this point, she knows well enough how hard losses hit him.

eyes are on them. she can feel people judging how close she’s gotten to her side of the rivalry’s most hated athlete, but she doesn’t care.

rafe can tell she’s trying to make him feel better. underneath their usual harsh sarcasm and jokey insults, they’re two people who have a friendship built on sincere compatibility.

“your refs should be fired,” he mutters, pissed at how many calls against his opponents were missed. he’s sweaty and breathless from the game, his chest rising and falling at full tilt.

“oh, i’ll personally see to it,” she jokes. he scoffs, hating that he can’t stifle his smile.

“be ready in an hour,” rafe tells her. “i’ll pick you up from your dorm.”

“for what?”

“dinner,” he says assertively.

before he leaves, he pulls her in for a kiss. it’s a bonus that her ex sees. when she told him she wasn’t interested in max anymore, rafe couldn’t believe how relieved he was. he may have lost the game, but he won the girl.

rafe typically lays into his teammates after a bad loss. he’s a harsh captain but the guys respect him for it. but that night, he’s uncharacteristically quiet in the locker room. he’d never admit it to anyone, but knowing he’ll see her after this makes his anger lose its power.

she’s surprised that the restaurant he picked is as elegant as it is. she knows he came from money, but this place is nice. as they settle across from each other in a booth, she’s glad she dressed up.

“i didn’t say this,” she says, looking down at her menu, “but you’re right. the refs missed a lot of travelling on our side.”

“what?” rafe says, amused. “whatever happened to loyalty?”

“i told you i didn’t say anything,” she reiterates.

he taps his knuckles on the tabletop lightly, studying her.

“you don’t have to bullshit me,” he tells her.

“rafe,” she says seriously. “when do we ever bullshit each other?”

he meets her gaze, taking in how pretty she looks tonight. they’re just friends but on the outside, this looks like a date. he doesn’t mind.

“and you need to chill with the pushing,” she tells him. “you almost got fouled out.”

“did i?” he says with a laugh. he knows he did. he finds quite a lot of sick satisfaction in shoving his opponents.

“shut up,” she chuckles. “you won’t be laughing when you get benched.”

“don’t want that,” rafe mumbles. “who will you stare at then?”

“you stare at me,” she replies. “you said it yourself the first night we hooked up.”

“why are you thinking about hooking up right now?” he says, looking around the room. “this is a classy place.”

“you’re annoying as hell,” she laughs. “and for that, i’m ordering the most expensive thing. unless you’re not paying?”

“i’m paying,” he confirms. he doesn’t even want to joke about that. “and i’m coming over after.”

“depends on how this date goes,” she quips, looking back down at the menu.

rafe loves how laidback she is. how she can call it a date, but not expect him to be her boyfriend. it’s so easy with her. no expectations. just fun.

he never felt this good this fast after a loss. he doesn’t ever feel this relaxed with anyone. she may just be his best friend at this point.

she looks up, noticing his eyes on her.

“staring again?” she teases.

just a few seconds ago, she asked when they bullshit each other. they never do. he’d like to stick to that.

“yeah. you look good,” he tells her.

her skin flushes hot. she eyes him, the way the dim lighting washes over the planes of his face, the way he put an effort in tonight, dressing in a button-down instead of the usual t-shirt and sweats he wears whenever they meet for a booty call.

“at the risk of stroking your ego, so do you,” she replies.

“what else d’you wanna stroke?”

“jesus christ,” she laughs, nudging his knee under the table. he smirks.

whatever tense feelings were left over from tonight’s loss are gone now. he’s good. happy, even.

[obxcc]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ in which you become the social media manager for duke university’s men’s basketball team and meet your roommates brother , the captain.

pairing . . . college!rafe x fem!reader

cw . . . profanity

author’s note . . . ahhh sorry it took so long:) and that it was mainly texts</3

series masterlist previous chapter next chapter

CHAPTER FOUR!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ your phone

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ rafe’s phone

taglist . . . @totalswag @dauntlessforever2112 @sereneera @addzlibs @rafecamlovr @sarrinahshahid7 @mattyskies @harrys-housewife @marleymarleymarleymarley @my-name-is-baby @fruitcakerafe @drewsephrry @pogueprincesa @chaoscupid @daysis-stuff @drewrry @akobx @freyawhitexxx1 @vex-et-soleil @hello-therree @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @slut4you @emmaaas-posts @drewstarkeyswife0 @anothertimegirl

[obxcc]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ in which you become the social media manager for duke university’s men’s basketball team and meet your roommates brother , the captain.

pairing . . . college!rafe x fem!reader

cw . . . profanity

author’s note . . . here it is! the first chapter:) let me know what you think<33

series masterlist next chapter

CHAPTER ONE!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ your phone

taglist . . . @totalswag @dauntlessforever2112 @sereneera @addzlibs @rafecamlovr @sarrinahshahid7 @mattyskies @harrys-housewife @marleymarleymarleymarley

[obxcc]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ in which you become the social media manager for duke university’s men’s basketball team and meet your roommates brother , the captain.

pairing . . . college!rafe x fem!reader au

cw . . . profanity , drinking , mentions of making out

series masterlist previous chapter next chapter

CHAPTER TWO!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ dukembb’s instagram

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ rafe’s phone

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ your phone

taglist . . . @totalswag @dauntlessforever2112 @sereneera @addzlibs @rafecamlovr @sarrinahshahid7 @mattyskies @harrys-housewife @marleymarleymarleymarley @my-name-is-baby @fruitcakerafe @drewsephrry @pogueprincesa

[obxcc]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ in which you become the social media manager for duke university’s men’s basketball team and meet your roommates brother , the captain.

pairing . . . college!rafe x fem!reader

cw . . . profanity , drinking

series masterlist previous chapter next chapter

CHAPTER THREE!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ your phone

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ rafe’s phone

taglist . . . @totalswag @dauntlessforever2112 @sereneera @addzlibs @rafecamlovr @sarrinahshahid7 @mattyskies @harrys-housewife @marleymarleymarleymarley @my-name-is-baby @fruitcakerafe @drewsephrry @pogueprincesa @chaoscupid @daysis-stuff @drewrry @akobx @freyawhitexxx1

[obxcc]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ in which you become the social media manager for duke university’s men’s basketball team and meet your roommates brother , the captain.

pairing . . . socialmediamanager!reader x college!rafe

cw . . . drinking

author’s note . . . SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG I LOVE U ALL SO MUCH

series masterlist. previous chapter. next chapter.

CHAPTER FIVE!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ rafe’s phone

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ your phone

taglist . . . @totalswag @dauntlessforever2112 @sereneera @addzlibs @rafecamlovr @sarrinahshahid7 @mattyskies @harrys-housewife @marleymarleymarleymarley @my-name-is-baby @fruitcakerafe @drewsephrry @pogueprincesa @chaoscupid @daysis-stuff @drewrry @akobx @freyawhitexxx1 @vex-et-soleil @hello-therree @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @slut4you @emmaaas-posts @drewstarkeyswife0 @anothertimegirl @xioheartsthemoon @hypnotizedstarkey

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