#kelce obx

[rafecameronssl4t]

hey! could u do a rafe x reader with kinda the grumpy and sunshine/ mean to everyone but me trope? like the reader is super girly and a total sweetheart like wouldn’t hurt a fly and no one expected rafe to be able to pull her? maybe like other guys have made moves on her but for some reason she only wants him

Untouchable || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: THANK U FOR THE REQUEST!!!!! (the gif above is what I envision Rafe's appearance to be in this fic)

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1,178

MASTERLIST

Divider by @yoonitos

"Oh look, Rafe's here," Chelsea leans in to whisper to all of you girls. All heads turn to where she is subtly pointing. Rafe Cameron, with his buzzed hair and brooding expression, strides through the country club, his presence commanding attention.

You can't help but notice how your friends’ eyes widen, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Kaycee sighs, shaking her head. "It's such a shame he's so grumpy and mean all the time. He's good-looking, but that attitude just ruins everything."

A few of the girls agree with her words, their eyes still on Rafe. You're about to respond when you catch Rafe’s gaze from across the club. His intense blue eyes lock onto yours, and to your surprise, he starts walking toward your table. Your friends' chatter fades into the background as he approaches, and you can feel the tension rising.

"Guys?" Kaycee whisper yells, her eyes darting nervously between you and Rafe. Before you can answer, Rafe is standing beside you. Without a word, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close.

Your friends silently watch as he plants a soft kiss on your lips. The world seems to pause for a moment, the only sound your heart pounding in your chest. When he finally pulls away, he gives you a smile that’s reserved just for you. "Hey, babe," he says, his voice low and intimate. You smile back, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Hey, Rafe."

Your friends are staring, their mouths open in shock. Kaycee looks like she might faint, and Chelsea's eyes are so wide they might pop out of her head. You can practically hear their thoughts racing. "Hi ladies," Rafe nods his head to your friends as they all stumble across a response.

Rafe chuckles, clearly enjoying the reaction. "I'll see you later yeah?" he murmurs as you hum in response, giving you one last squeeze before heading to his own table. As he walks away, your friends erupt into a flurry of whispers and exclamations. "Are you serious?" Lily asks, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. "You and Rafe Cameron?"

You shrug, attempting to play it cool but failing miserably. "Yeah, we've been seeing each other for a while now." Kaycee shakes her head, still in shock. "I can't believe you didn't tell us! All this time, we thought you were just committed to your single streak."

Jada's eyes practically sparkle with excitement. "Not gonna lie, I've been rooting for you two since our days at Kook Academy." You laugh. Across the club, you see Rafe sitting with his friends, who are equally stunned by what they just saw. They keep glancing over at you, clearly trying to piece together how their friend who was notorious for not doing relationships end up with you.

Rafe catches your eye and gives you a wink, his usual grumpiness replaced with a rare, genuine smile as you smile back.

~

As Rafe walks away from your table, the whispers and gasps of your friends gradually fade into the background. You watch him stride confidently across the pool area, his usual brooding expression softened by a small, private smile. He reaches his table, where his friends are already in various states of shock and confusion.

Kelce is the first to speak, his voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity. "Dude, what was that?" He leans forward, his eyes wide with surprise. "You're telling me you bagged Y/n Y/l/n?"

Rafe drops into his seat and picks up his drink, taking a long sip before answering. "Yeah, we’ve been together for a while now." His tone is casual, but you can see the satisfaction in his eyes as he lets the news sink in.

Topper, who has been silent until now, finally finds his voice. "How the hell did that happen?" he asks, still staring at Rafe as if he's grown a second head. "She’s turned down just about everyone on this island who’s tried, and that includes me!"

Rafe chuckles, clearly enjoying the attention. "That's just cause you guys aren't me" he says with a cocky smirk. "Or maybe I just didn’t give up." The table falls silent for a moment as his friends process this new information. Then, one by one, they start to bombard him with questions.

"How long have you been seeing her?" asks Kelce, still trying to wrap his head around the idea. "Why didn’t you tell us?" adds Topper, his tone a mix of hurt and curiosity. "And how did you even get her to go out with you?" another friend chimes in.

Rafe leans back in his chair, his demeanor relaxed and confident. "We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months now," he begins, glancing over at you with a soft smile. "I didn’t tell you guys because we wanted to keep it private. Didn’t want everyone in our business, you know?"

Topper raises an eyebrow. "And how did you manage to win her over? She’s not exactly known for giving people a chance." Rafe laughs, a deep, genuine sound that surprises even himself. "Honestly, it wasn’t that hard," he admits with a grin.

"I had my eyes on her for a while. She’s smart and doesn’t put up with any bullshit. 'S what I like about her." He glances over at you again, mesmerised by how radiant you looked, giggling at something your friend said.

His friends exchange looks, a mix of admiration and incredulity on their faces. It’s clear they’re seeing a side of Rafe they never knew existed. "Wow, man," says Kelce, shaking his head with a grin. "I never thought I’d see the day when Rafe Cameron is all soft and in love." Rafe playfully rolls his eyes, "You guys are idiots."

Topper claps Rafe on the shoulder, a wide grin on his face. "Good for you, dude. Seriously. If anyone can handle your grumpy ass, it’s her." Rafe laughs again, the sound blending into the ambient noise of the country club. He glances back over at you, catching your eye once more. You smile at him, a warmth spreading through your chest as you see the genuine happiness in his eyes.

[rafesaddiction]

The tight end (or: Football Lessons) – Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You need to study for your exams and Rafe wants to watch the football game with his friends. Studying is boring and you need a little help from the boys. Rafe is not pleased.

Warnings: mdni! – heavy smut, spanking, rough sex, p in v, semi-public sex (they can hear you), fingering (they sure can see that), possessiveness, kinda size kink cause rafe is big, bratty!reader, grumpy!rafe, dom!rafe, mean!rafe, amused!barry, curious!kelce, i-can't-with-this!topper

Word count: 1.5k

Tagging @dream-pink , @dope-trope-105 since this is most definitely Rafe Cameron smut. Enjoy!

a/n This is none of the stuff I said I was working on, just something short to indulge myself. Something light and fun. It kinda takes place in the same “universe” as Hole Practice, but it's not part 2. Comments, reblogs and likes are more than welcome. They keep me from going insane. Go Panthers!

“Gonna get myself another beer,” Rafe groaned as he lifted himself of the la-z-boy.

“Might need something stronger to suffer through this shit show.”

He looked at Barry who had made the comment and was pointing at the tv screen with his beer bottle.

On the screen the Panthers were literally fucked up the ass. And they deserved it as they delivered their worst performance ever. This game really sucked. Rafe hadn't bet any money, but he took it kinda personal when his favorite team performed this shitty. It totally ruined his mood. To be fair, it didn’t take much to ruin Rafe's mood, but this was like in the top 20 of mood-ruining events. And this was supposed to be a nice relaxing evening, watching the game with his friends. Yeah, Barry was now officially one of his friends and none of Rafe's kook friends ever doubted his status – if they had, that would totally have ruined Rafe's mood.

“While you're at it, pretty boy, fetch me another one too,” Barry shook his half-empty bottle and grinned at Rafe, who had stopped on his way to leave the living room.

“Anything else I can do for you?” Rafe said in a sarcastic tone, frowning.

“You have some of these tiny snack bites? Diced cheese with a toothpick?”

Rafe shot Barry a deathly glare, who just chuckled.

“Uhm, I'd like another beer, please,” Topper's voice came from the left and Rafe's head spun around, making the blond shrink into the couch and mumble some sort of apology. Next to him, Kelce snickered.

Frowning, clenching his jaws, Rafe went to the kitchen – without killing one of his friends, yet.

Still frowning, Rafe rummaged through the fridge to get four bottles of beer. There were actually some cheese bits, which he left there, but he took a bag of chips out of the pantry, and returned to the living room.

And stopped in the doorway, almost dropping the beer at the sight of you sitting on the armrest of Barry's la-z-boy. You had your back to Rafe and were obviously engaged in some very intense conversation with Barry. You had drawn up your legs and were kinda kneeling sideways on the armrest. You wore one of Rafe's t-shirts, too big for you, but barely covering your ass. Your legs were naked – apart from the cat paw socks you wore.

“What are you doing here?”

You were not supposed to be here. You were supposed to be upstairs, studying for your upcoming exam. You were definitely not supposed to be cuddling up to Barry.

Rafe was fuming as you craned your head back to him and gazed at him with innocent eyes.

When you saw him, a sweet smile appeared on your face.

“Hi, Rafey.” Rafe flinched at the hideous nickname, but you continued speaking. “I was looking for you. I needed some help with opening a water bottle and Barry was so nice to help me.”

Barry sat up, looking at Rafe, winking at him and showing said water bottle.

“Always a pleasure to help a damsel in distress,” he said, his gold tooth showing as he grinned at Rafe whose face had turned red by now, his features tensed up, his nostrils flaring.

“And now he’s telling me all about the tight end.”

You smiled.

Barry grinned.

Kelce snickered.

Topper choked.

Rafe growled.

“Upstairs. Now.”

“But –” you turned towards Rafe, your feet dangling from the armrest, you looked up at him, pouting.

“Now!” Rafe barked and you flinched.

Having put the bottles and chips on the coffee table, Rafe walked up to you, grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder and carried you with him, despite your squealing protests.

Rafe sat you down on the kitchen island. You looked at him, with big eyes and sulky lips. His hands rested on either side of you.

“The fuck were you doing? I specifically told you not to come downstairs!”

He glared at you through narrowed eyes, tilting his head to the side.

You lowered your gaze, your fingers playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing.

“I was bored,” you admitted in a soft voice. Then you looked up, just with your eyes, meeting his.

“Please don't be mad at me,” you nibbled on your bottom lip, effectively directing his gaze. Then your lips parted, you breathed out and he saw the corners of your mouth twitch. “Rafey…”

He let out an angry growl, grabbed you, flipped you around and you squealed as your chest was pressed down on the hard surface of the kitchen island. Rafe shoved up your t-shirt and his hand hit your butt, only covered by your pink lace panties.

“Don't. Ever. Call. Me. That. Again!” Rafe growled between gritted teeth and each word was accompanied by a slap on your ass.

You cried out, then tried to muffle your cries and whimpers by covering your mouth with both your hands, as Rafe gave your ass a very thorough spanking. He didn't care that your whining and crying could surely be heard in the living room as he hadn't bothered to close any of the doors.

One hand holding you down as you tried to wriggle your way out, while his other hand mercilessly slapped your ass and thighs, leaving marks in the form of his hand print.

His palm started burning and your skin must have felt as if in flames by now.

He was panting heavily behind you, his eyes on your ass as he pulled down your panties. He noticed the soaking wet stain and his hard cock twitched inside his pants.

You were a whimpering mess, your body trembling and only focused on the burning sensation his hand had caused, or you would have noticed what he was up to and you would surely have complained that you were still too sore from when Rafe had fucked you under the shower this morning.

You cried out as he pushed his hard cock into your tight pussy. He growled as he felt your walls clamping around him. He gave your already sore ass another slap, then started thrusting into you in a relentless rhythm, deep and hard, punishing you by using your body to satisfy his own needs. Your cries turned into whimpering sounds as he gave you what your body so desperately craved for.

Whatever you tried to say came out as a whining noise. His name was the only intelligible word you were able to utter.

“Rafe,” you cried.

“Rafe,” you moaned.

“Rafe,” you begged.

He grabbed the back of your neck, pulled you up, made you turn your head and his lips met yours in a fervent kiss, devouring and bruising. He felt you clench so hard around him and moaning into his mouth as you came around him. Pushing your trembling chest flush against the surface, he fucked you through that orgasm, savoring your heated body's uncontrolled convulsing, your shameless moaning and enjoying knowing that he did this to you, that he was the only one who made you feel this way.

Rafe came with a groan, his cock buried up to the hilt inside your soaking pussy, filling you with his hot cum. He felt how you tensed up at the sensation and your walls clenched, milking him.

When he pulled out, you whimpered.

“Shhh…” He caressed your back as he cleaned you with a kitchen towel and put your panties back on.

Rafe cradled you into his arms and carried you back to the living room.

Barry chuckled, but didn't say a word as Rafe shot him a menacing glance.

Rafe reclined in his chair and you cuddled up to him, burying your face at his heaving chest. You were still trembling, your legs drawn up to your own chest and you were clinging to Rafe, when he caressed your back with one hand, the other hand holding a beer bottle as he focused on the screen again where the Panthers had somehow managed to turn the game around.

Rafe's hand trailed along your thigh and you flinched. You pressed your mouth against his chest and he heard you whimper as his fingers brushed over the sore skin. And not only he could hear your little whining sounds has he grabbed your ass.

Barry looked at you from the corner of his eyes and then grinned at Rafe, slightly shaking his head, lifting his bottle to drink.

Kelce licked his lips as his eyes moved over your body.

Topper stared at the tv screen, clutching his bottle so hard, his knuckles turned white.

Rafe’s hand shoved your shirt up, rubbed over your bruised cheek. His fingertips pushed your panties to the side and slid between your folds, eliciting a sweet mewling sound from your lips.

[patheticrafeenjoyer]

so obsessed with the blatant "why the fuck am i here this is so stupid" look rafe has when he's watching the movie.

[drewsephrry]

being a kook moodboard

[rothpie]

❝FIDELITY❞ |part2

MASTERLIST -`✮´- Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader x JJ Maybank

Summary: Kook!Reader’s world is upended by betrayal, and her only way forward might lie with the most unlikely person—JJ Maybank. But as they build a new life together, old flames and past mistakes refuse to stay buried.

Warnings: mentioning fighting, mentioning abortion, pregnancy symptoms, kind of depression, mentioning alcohol and drugs

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Sometimes, the reason we go through certain things is simply that we don’t care about the consequences of our actions or decisions. You didn’t think it through, didn’t realize. Calling it a 'youthful mistake' would have been foolish—especially when the mistake is this big.

You took a risk. You both did, as if it were just a game. The harshest blow was realizing that, because you were the ones who did it. You threw caution to the wind and made every reckless choice possible.

But now, it wasn’t about a fleeting pleasure. It was the baby growing inside you. That was the reality staring you in the face. Hard to believe, but you were pregnant.

You were aware that your whole life was about to change. You didn’t know if it would be for the better or worse. You’d never seriously thought about the idea of starting a family before. Being a mother at 20 wasn’t part of the plan. Building a family, raising a child…

You’d never considered that kind of responsibility. More than that, you didn’t even know if you were ready for it.

The morning sickness was hitting harder each day. You’d lost your appetite. You didn’t even want to drink water.

It had only been a few days since you got the positive test result. The moment you saw the double lines, you ran out and bought a few more tests. It was hard to believe. You clung to the hope that it was a mistake. You wanted to believe that. The idea of it being real frightened you more than you thought it would.

The thought always made you anxious, yet somewhere deep down, you convinced yourself you weren’t pregnant, thought it was just some illness. Maybe food poisoning, maybe something else, but not pregnancy.

It couldn’t be. Experiencing something like this at 20 was too much to handle. You grew up in a well-off family; you were always part of the Figure Eight, but that didn’t ease your worries.

Not having financial worries didn’t mean you weren’t afraid of your family’s reaction. Who would accept their 20-year-old daughter being pregnant outside of marriage?

You couldn’t even imagine how you’d react as a parent. This was reckless. What you did wasn’t something most people would do. Just because you like walking on the edge, does that mean you have to? Would you jump into the ocean, knowing you’d drown?

But you did.

Even though you hadn’t been careful, you took Plan B. But which day did you skip it? You couldn’t remember.

You didn’t know if it was you or Rafe who forgot to be cautious.

It didn’t matter anymore. Three out of four tests had been positive. You were carrying his child. You were pregnant, and worse, you felt utterly helpless.

One of the hardest things about living in the Figure Eight was not knowing who was real and who was fake. You had no one to share this with, no one who could help or support you. Except Rafe.

He was your only reality. Your boyfriend, your confidant, the person who understood you best. You were like two halves of a whole. You didn’t deny that he had a dark side, but with you, he was different. It was as if he allowed you to see the real Rafe, let you in.

The peace you felt when thinking of him turned to unease the moment you realized you were carrying his child. The man who once brought a smile to your face now filled you with anxiety because you didn’t know how he’d react.

You had no idea how to tell him. Not just him, but also your family. Even if you couldn’t imagine Rafe’s reaction, you knew you’d be the biggest disappointment in your family’s eyes.

You didn’t want anyone to see those tests. You couldn’t risk anyone finding out before you told them. You thought about throwing them away, burning them—anything to get rid of them. But they’d find them. You could hide them, but eventually, someone would see.

You were losing your mind. The thought of someone finding out was driving you to paranoia. You tried to think of the safest way.

That’s why, when evening came, you didn’t hesitate to toss the pregnancy tests into the ocean. Your worry was turning into paranoia. You started thinking you looked pregnant, that it was obvious when you looked in the mirror. But it wasn’t. Maybe you were only a month or two along, and that wasn’t possible. No one could tell you were pregnant. But whenever your mom looked at you, you panicked, as though she’d somehow know. Instead, they thought you’d started using drugs.

Your behavior had changed; you looked and acted different, both physically and mentally. They were worried about you.

And you knew it. You noticed, but worse, you were scared for yourself. You were afraid of what the future would bring, afraid of people’s reactions.

Days had passed since you took the tests, and without realizing it, you’d shut yourself off from the world. You hadn’t meant to, but you were terrified that someone might see you and guess the truth. But they couldn’t know—you were just being paranoid.

When it came to handling crises, you were probably one of the worst people alive. In moments of crisis, your biggest fears came to the surface. No one would say you had leadership qualities. You were obviously terrible at managing situations. Maybe you should have learned how to handle this, worked on it—but you never did.

And of course, it affected your life negatively, as it was now. Your communication with Rafe had dwindled. Every time you were with him, you worried you’d let something slip. You were on the verge of tears all the time. You were afraid he’d notice, afraid he’d think something was wrong with you.

You’d pushed him away, which was one of the biggest mistakes you’d ever made.

You had no idea how many times he texted you, how many times he called. You hadn’t counted. In two week, you’d met only twice, and even then, it was brief. He wasn’t just worried about you; he was worried about your relationship.

He thought you wanted to break up with him, thought you were losing interest. At first, this thought made him sad, but now it was making him angry. He was starting to take his frustration out on everyone around him. The idea of you breaking up with him haunted him every time he couldn’t see or reach you, and it made him furious.

He was exhausted from trying to reach a compromise. He started to think you didn’t even want to make things work. He thought you were ghosting him, slowly pulling away. In some ways, he was right, but the person you wanted to distance yourself from was never him. It was what you had to do that you wanted to avoid. You didn’t know how he’d react if you told him. On top of that, you felt ashamed. Because you were the one who put yourself in this situation. You did this to yourself. You should never have played that risky game in the first place.

You weren’t looking for someone to blame, of course. This was something you both shared. It was a thrill you both enjoyed. And now, here was the result, inside you.

You knew you shouldn’t have shut him out, that you should have told him the moment you found out, but you couldn’t. You were scared, and it consumed every part of your life and social life…

You just needed a little more time. Just a bit more. You needed a few more days to process this. Then you’d tell Rafe, and after that, your family.

But when had fate ever been on your side? When had it ever smiled upon you?

The way you were shutting Rafe out was driving him crazy. Ghosting him weighed on him so heavily that he was about to lose his mind. You were the one he relaxed around, the one who brought him peace… so why were you pushing him away?

He couldn’t understand. He turned to drinking more, got into fights. He even asked Topper for advice. But he waited. He waited for you to come to him, for you to explain. Maybe he thought you’d heard bad news at a family breakfast. His mind went to such extremes that he even wondered if your family had asked you to marry someone for a business merger. But still, he held back. He gave himself and you time, waiting for you to choose him again.

But you never came.

He texted, called. You left him in limbo with single-word replies. Every day, he checked your Instagram stories, looking for any sign, just a hint of how you were doing, what you were up to. He went around to all your favorite places, hoping to see you, but you were nowhere to be found. He thought you were avoiding him like he was a plague.

After two weeks, he couldn’t hold back anymore. Not any longer. Rafe had always been intense, quick-tempered. Everyone knew he had anger issues. You knew, too. But even so, he held back. He stopped and waited for you.

But when you didn’t go to him, he decided to come to you.

It was a split-second decision. He didn’t think much about the consequences. He didn’t care if your family was home. All he wanted was to hear from you what was going on, to know why you’d been ghosting him.

As he got into his car and drove toward your house, he didn’t send you a text or give you a call like he usually did. You didn’t think anything of it. You didn’t expect anything bad, but somehow, that feeling in your chest hinted that today would be a rough day.

You woke up and had breakfast. When your family left, you went from your room to the living room, wrapped yourself in your favorite blanket, and put on one of your favorite shows. But even though your eyes were on the screen, you weren’t watching. Your mind was elsewhere. You were so panicked that you were terrified someone might find the pregnancy test—even though, even if they did, they wouldn’t know it was yours.

You planned to spend the whole day in the living room. That was your plan. But even if it was your plan, God seemed to have different plans for you.

You realized this the moment the door was pounded on, echoing through the house. You didn’t know what was happening, but your gut was already screaming that it was Rafe. Your heartbeat sped up. Was it the strength of your intuition or a consequence of something else you’d done? You weren’t sure, but you knew the person outside was Rafe Cameron.

What were you supposed to say? What kind of lie could you tell?

You had nothing but the truth.

With your heart pounding, you gently pushed the blanket off yourself. The pounding on the door didn’t slow. Even though you had a feeling it was Rafe, the moment you heard him shouting your name from outside, you were certain.

Trying to steady your trembling hands, you held onto something for balance as you got up. Your legs were shaking. You didn’t feel ready to talk, but then again, how could anyone be ready for something like this?

He was angry; you knew it. If you’d been in his position, you might have been even angrier. You two were in a relationship, and what you’d done was foolish, plain and simple.

As you walked to the door, you tried to control your breathing, which had become erratic. Your heartbeat seemed to speed up even more, as impossible as that seemed. You made it to the door, and after taking one last breath, you opened it. After days apart, you finally saw him again. When your eyes met, you exhaled involuntarily. He wasn’t looking at you the way he used to. There was no tenderness; he was angry. His hair was disheveled, dark circles framed his eyes. His clothes were wrinkled, and he looked like he hadn’t eaten properly in days. His brow was furrowed. You couldn’t even begin to guess how furious he was. His knuckles and cheekbones were bruised and scabbed over, and even though you didn’t know what happened, you could tell he’d been in a fight.

But even as his eyes met yours, he couldn’t find words. It was as if he was at a loss. What would he even say? Would he ask, 'Why?' On his way to your house, he hadn’t even considered what you might talk about. He hadn’t thought about what you might explain to him. All he wanted was you. The happiness you’d once had.

His lips didn’t part. His gaze swept over you. You knew you didn’t look well. You hadn’t really taken care of yourself. You’d spent days lying in bed, only leaving your room when absolutely necessary. You hadn’t even slept well. Your mind had been tormented, torn between terminating the pregnancy and having the baby. Nights were sleepless, and when you did sleep, you were plagued by nightmares. You’d been in pain, in a way, but you didn’t want anyone to see it.

Rafe raised his hand to his head and closed his eyes, trying to hold himself together. He could tell you weren’t in great shape, and as he looked at you with those anxious, pained eyes, he realized he couldn’t bring himself to be angry. He took a deep breath before speaking, and it didn’t seem like he was struggling to find words. He’d never been one to hold back his thoughts; he always said whatever came to mind. But he wanted to control himself, didn’t want to take this approach with you.

“Can I come in?” His voice wasn’t exactly asking. He was going to come in regardless. He just thought he’d be polite. After all, this wasn’t a breakup; it was just that things weren’t going well between you.

The coldness in his voice unsettled you, but you nodded and stepped back. You didn’t feel like you could say anything. How could you look him in the eyes, let alone offer an excuse? Or would you just blurt out, 'I’m pregnant'? What would you even do?

You were sinking deeper and deeper into this mess.

Without waiting for you, Rafe walked into the living room. He knew where everything was; it wasn’t his first time here. The chill between you two as he walked through the room stung. Every corner held a memory. It wasn’t just about sex—even though those were his favorite moments with you. It was also the laughter you shared, the first time you cooked for him in your kitchen, the moments sitting on the balcony, talking and watching the ocean… It was as if every memory was flashing before his eyes. He didn’t want to lose you, but he also needed to understand why you were acting this way.

He heard your footsteps behind him as he stopped in front of the sliding door, staring outside, trying to figure out what to say.

Thoughts of talking to Topper and Kelce flashed through Rafe’s mind, but he quickly pushed them away. The memory of Kelce’s insinuation—that you might have someone else—only fueled his anger. It wasn’t that he believed the idea; he knew you weren’t that type of person. No matter what happened between you, he respected you and was sure you’d never do such a thing. The fact that a so-called friend would casually accuse you like that only made him more uneasy.

You watched him in silence. It was clear he wasn’t going to speak first. You couldn’t tell if he was simply angry with you or if there was something more—perhaps hurt. It was hard to read him, especially when he didn’t want to be read. Rafe Cameron was good at hiding his emotions, and while he was generally open with you, now you couldn’t understand him.

When you realized he wasn’t going to say anything, you stepped forward and started to speak, only to find yourself lost for words. Your gaze drifted over Rafe, finally settling on his hands. You were worried, but truthfully, his injuries were just an excuse to break the silence.

“Your hands…” you murmured, your voice trembling. “Are you okay?”

Hearing your voice after so many days made him almost forget to breathe. He hated that you were his weakness—hated it with every fiber of his being. But his curiosity and anger hadn’t faded. Even if he hated it, his love for you outweighed his frustration.

As he slowly turned around, he looked down at his bruised knuckles, examining them. He’d lost his temper with Kelce for the things he’d said about you, but he didn’t consider it important enough to mention. He thought about responding, but he hadn’t come here to answer questions—he was here for answers.

If you were going to leave him, he’d rather hear it from your lips than be ghosted like some fling.

“Where were you?” he asked, ignoring your question. It didn’t matter to him anyway. He raised his head, watching you intently. He wanted to understand why you were acting this way, why you’d left him so confused that he’d started doubting himself—wondering if he’d done something to hurt you. Running a hand through his hair, he kept his gaze on you, demanding an answer.

“Home,” you finally managed. For a moment, he thought you were joking. You’d been home all this time? You’d had every opportunity to call or text him, yet you’d chosen to ignore him?

Rafe let out a bitter laugh, glancing around the room. He was afraid of what he might yell if he kept looking at you, and he didn’t want to become that person.

You leaned on the couch to steady yourself. It wasn’t the pregnancy making you feel unwell; it was the guilt eating away at you, making you feel like a terrible person. You didn’t want to cry or make him feel worse. You should’ve told him right away when you found out.

Biting your lip to hold back tears, you struggled to keep your emotions in check. Even if you weren’t ready to tell him, he deserved to know. But the words felt sealed inside, as if they’d made a pact never to leave your lips.

As you lowered your head, you heard him say your name. Clearly, he was struggling to keep calm. He started pacing, his voice trembling with anger. “Do you think I’m an idiot?” His gaze remained fixed on you, his movements tense as he continued.

“Look,” he began, trying to lower his voice. He was choosing his words carefully, but it didn’t help calm your racing heart. “I don’t know what happened that day, but clearly—clearly something happened that drove you away from me. I need to know. Do you understand?”

Could you tell him? You were terrified of his reaction. But maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as you feared.

He called your name again as you looked away, his voice filled with an almost desperate edge. He clenched his fists, his eyes narrowed, watching you as he took a step closer. When he finally stood in front of you, your breath caught, your throat tight with the urge to cry.

He lifted your chin, bringing your gaze level with his, his brows softening with a hint of sympathy. His hands threaded through your hair, his eyes never leaving yours. But looking back at him was nearly impossible; tears pooled in your eyes as you bit your lip, struggling to hold back.

“If you’re going to break up with me—” he started, and you shook your head, biting your lip harder. Breaking up had never crossed your mind.

Without the answer he wanted, he closed his eyes, pulling his hands away as he stepped back, trying to make sense of it all. “Then what!” he yelled, his patience snapping. He needed to know what was going on with you—why you’d been ignoring him for two weeks, why you hadn’t called or texted. Each shout made you flinch; you weren’t used to him raising his voice.

He turned, muttering, “I’m going to lose my fucking mind!” You took a step back as he kicked the couch in frustration, hands in his hair as he stared out the window.

He kicked the couch again, letting out a strangled cry. “Fuck!” He was breathing hard, and it was the first time you’d seen him this upset. He usually kept his cool.

“Please, don’t…” you spoke in a shaky voice. The tears were threatening to fall, and his anger scared you—not for yourself but for him.

He turned back to you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to steady his breathing. “What’s going on with you?” he pressed, his voice thick with tension. “I’m right here! Just talk to me.”

But you remained silent, your gaze dropping as you bit your lip harder. Finally, his patience wore thin. "Fuck! You don’t get to do this! You don’t get to disappear, and then act like it’s no big deal—like I’m supposed to just… what, wait around for you? I can’t—”

“I’m pregnant.”

The words slipped from your lips. You didn’t need to look up to know that they’d stunned him. His whole demeanor changed. His expression froze, his eyes widened, and then hardened into something unreadable. He ran a hand over his face as though he could erase what he’d heard.

“Pregnant?” he repeated, his voice flat, as if testing the word on his tongue. His gaze lingered on you, filled with shock, confusion, and something deeper that tugged at his heart. He couldn’t believe it, but he knew it was possible. There’d been times when the two of you had walked a fine line, but he’d thought you’d always been careful.

When you finally met his gaze, his anger seemed to dissipate. He looked at you, searching for the truth in your face. You sniffled, nodding as your eyes filled with tears. He stared at you, each second of silence amplifying his heartbeat. Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet and laced with shock.

“I thought… I thought you were on the pill?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I don’t know when it happened. Maybe when we were drunk… or—I don’t know.” You felt as if you were standing on the edge of a cliff, a wave of vulnerability washing over you. You waited for anything—a word, reassurance, even anger—but Rafe’s response was none of those.

Rafe looked down, running his fingers through his hair as he exhaled slowly. When he finally looked up again, his expression softened, revealing something unexpected: a rawness, almost painfully vulnerable. “I… never thought about it…” He shook his head slightly, pausing to search for the right words. He ran his hand through his hair and avoided eye contact, looking around instead. “I… care about you. You know that. But… I don’t know if I can do this. I mean, I’m not ready to be a dad. Not now. Maybe not ever.” His voice was low and hesitant, as though he still couldn’t quite believe the situation.

Your gaze dropped, and you couldn’t look at him. He wasn’t looking at you either. The problem was, you really loved him. Deep down, you’d cherished the thought of a family with him, even though you knew he’d reject it. You weren’t sure if you were ready to be a mother, but the thought filled you with peace. You had expected a negative reaction from him, and deep down, a part of you had hoped he would accept this baby.

“I know it’s unexpected, but—” you began, finally looking up at him.

Rafe cut you off, his voice low and uncertain. “Look, I love you, okay? I love what we have. I don’t want anything to change.” His eyes flashed with a glimmer of desperation. “We don’t have to do this. There are options.”

His words pierced your heart. “Options?” you repeated, your voice barely louder than a whisper. The meaning of his words sank in, heavy and cold. You had considered this too, but hearing it from someone else, especially him, made your chest feel weighted down. He’d voiced something you hadn’t even dared to say aloud.

Rafe didn’t avert his gaze, running his hand through his hair with his shoulders tense. “I just don’t think we’re ready. I’m not ready.” He looked at you. You could see the fear and resistance in his eyes. “This could ruin everything we have… everything we’ve built. I just thought… maybe we could handle it, so things could go back to normal.”

You took a shaky step back, your legs trembling. His words weighed heavily on your chest, making you feel like you were shattering, piece by piece. “You think we can just ‘handle it’ and everything will be fine?” Your voice cracked, but you didn’t care. The pain in your chest was unbearable, and your heart pounded with the weight of it.

Rafe reached out to you in a few strides, his hand extended. You flinched and pulled back. “Please, try to understand,” he pleaded. “I love you. I want you, just you. Not this… not this.”

Tears stung your eyes, your voice barely a whisper. “I… don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I want this… You—” You cut yourself off. You didn’t know what to say. Neither of you knew how to be parents, but what if you wanted to keep it? What if you didn’t want an abortion—what would he do then?

Rafe let out a deep breath, frustration growing in his eyes. He was searching within himself for options. He didn’t want this to happen; he didn’t want to lose you, but a baby? He couldn’t do this. “I don’t know how to be that person, okay? I don’t know how to be a dad. I can barely take care of myself.” He looked at you sincerely, his face full of pain. “But I know I can’t do this.” He searched for a sign of agreement, a supportive expression on your face. He wanted to see something positive that would keep your relationship intact, but all he found was disappointment.

Rafe was right in some ways. But you didn’t know how to be a mother either. You could learn together—why was he shutting it down? You pulled back your tears, swallowed the pain in your throat, and steadied yourself before looking Rafe in the eyes. “So… if I decide to keep it? What then? Do you want me to do this alone?” The truth hit Rafe like a punch, knocking the breath out of him. He had assumed you would agree, that you would choose him. He hadn’t even considered this possibility. “After everything, are you just… going to leave?”

The silence that followed was deafening, and though Rafe hadn’t said it out loud, his answer hung in the air. He dropped his gaze, and deep down, he knew he’d made his choice. He didn’t have the time for a baby. He wasn’t ready to be a father. He was certainly not ready for such a responsibility. This was something he imagined happening far into the future, maybe in his thirties—but definitely not at twenty-two.

You knew his answer. You understood. You took a few steps back, creating distance between you as you drew a shaky breath, your voice barely holding together. “I can’t believe I trusted you. I thought that—” The words caught in your throat. You couldn’t pull yourself together, feeling on the verge of breaking down.

Rafe’s eyes shone with pain, but he said nothing; his silence spoke louder than any words he could have offered.

You wiped away your tears, and with every passing second, your heart broke a little more. “I guess I was wrong.” Your voice trembled, full of a sadness you couldn’t hide.

Rafe assumed that the conversation was over and the decisions had been made. There was nothing left to say. He had his answer, but he didn’t feel any relief. He couldn’t look at you. What he wanted was certain, clear, and final. He turned and walked away, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. He didn’t look back, didn’t expect you to stop him because he knew you wouldn’t. He hadn’t wanted the relationship to end. He loved you, but even that love couldn’t overcome a responsibility like this.

Leaving you alone and helpless in your home, he walked toward his car. He didn’t want one last look. If he looked, he might regret the impact of his choice on you, but this was it. He wasn’t ready and never would be. Even being able to handle a serious relationship was a big step for him, but the idea of a child? He couldn’t accept it. Getting in his car, he hoped that one day you would understand.

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Heartless | Rafe Cameron - Masterlist

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The Old Boys Club | Rafe Cameron

Author’s Note: Hiii! This is depraved. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. You are responsible for your own media consumption. I was watching The Batman and I loved the aesthetic of The Iceberg Lounge so that was the inspiration, alongside a Selina Kyle-esque waitress. Please enjoy. A Part 2 is possible :)

Tags: innocent!reader x older!rafe, CEO!Rafe, sleazy!JJ, sleazy!Kelce, sleazy!Topper, naive!reader, smallchested!reader, wife!reader, pre-established relationship, daddy kink

Warnings : I mentioned reader having a small chest, Highly misogynistic behaviour, mentions of alcohol, drugs and sex, corruption kink, minor bondage, unwanted adultery ig??

The lights were red and flashing, one blink after the other, blinding you for a millisecond when the flits of darkness overcame the haze of smoke and ignorance. The warehouse-turned-nightclub had so many people in it, too many, that there was no room for air. Each one surrendering themselves to the night. To the shadows which protected their guilty pleasures with a vengeance, hiding them from the shame that came with exposure.

Smoking, drinking, alcohol, drugs, sex. It was all blurred together into one unfocused scene where bodies became one and nobody cared for anything. Looking around at the mass of bodies and addictions, you realised why they clutched to the latter. For without them, the room would be unbearable.

You’d never understood the experience. Going to night clubs and staying out all night had never been on your radar, especially not with your conservative mother. She liked you in your room, cozied up with a book and tea.

That was all you had ever known. And it was something you came to enjoy. In college you were never the wild party girl, always too uncertain to feel safe at the scene. The rules your mother had set clung to you like a vine.

But that’s what he liked about you most. He’d had his days of partying to the point where he couldn’t remember his own name. He’d slept with the drunk girls who he’d regret afterwards every time. He’d done every drug under the sun. So when Rafe Cameron saw you, the sheltered, naive little doe that didn’t speak until spoken to - he was dazzled by what he saw - an opportunity.

That was unknown to you though. Rafe Cameron came into your life like a wrecking ball. A tall, strong, successful and welcomed wrecking ball. One that had you kept, that protected you and never left you wanting. You were wholly fulfilled now that you had met your soulmate, who worked day and night to provide a lifestyle that according to him, was everything you could need.

He’d been at the office since the early hours of the morning, too early for you to cook his breakfast and kiss him goodbye. It was a Friday night though which meant that straight after work, he went to Interlude. A lounge and nightclub that housed the city’s most notorious mob bosses. You hadn’t, and didn’t expect to see him until the morning.

That’s why you were surprised that his assistant called you, mid baking cookies, informing you that your husband wanted you to pay him a visit at the lounge tonight.

The request was odd, truly out of character. Rafe had laid down some ground rules, guidelines as he dubbed them - which you willingly obliged, and one of them was no alcohol, no drugs and no clubs. You could go to parties as long as he was in attendance.

Was this a test? You wondered for a second. But another rule was to trust and listen to Rafe. You figured it was better to go and find out than not go at all. Besides, you missed him already and it had been less than 24 hours since he was inside of you.

You got changed from your nightie into something more appropriate for leaving the house. You dawned a casual pink sundress, and slipped a black bow around your hair. Rafe preferred you in the feminine, and you’d come to enjoy it. You looked at your walk in closet and saw only flats. Another rule: No heels whatsoever. (He liked how small you looked beside him). You brought a jacket just in case. Having never been to a club, you didn’t no if it would be cold or not.

Yet when you made the distance from Rafe’s private driver into the club, it was then that you could feel the heat which controlled the room. It seeped into your skin and your lungs and you then decided that bringing a coat was a bad idea.

The lights continued to blind you until you saw someone, a waitress who was wearing a pink wig and, well, barely anything else by the looks of her diamante bra and mini skirt - which was more like a belt. You all of a sudden felt ridiculous in your sundress and became aware of how every woman in here was wearing sultry fabrics barely concealing their skin. Whereas you looked like you were ready for a picnic. These were the women Rafe saw on a regular basis?

The waitress’s eyes flitted toward your lost looking figure - doe eyes taking up half your face as your expression gave away that you were both scared and lost. They’d eat you up if you didn’t find who you were looking for. Lord knows you weren’t here for fun, that much the waitress could tell.

You could see her bejewelled heels clacking in your direction and you looked up to meet her eyes.

“You lost sweetie?” She asked, cocking her hip against the empty tray she held. Up close, you could see her bra stuffed with wads of cash.

“Um- yeah. I’m looking for someone. Do you know a-“ though you were cut off as a bunch of rowdy men in suits shoved you as they made their way through. You shrunk in on yourself while the waitress glared at the men. She smoky gaze returned to you,

“Sorry sugar. Guys in here can get carried away. Who d’ya need?”

You exhaled slowly before speaking again. “I’m looking for a business man. My husband. Rafe? Rafe Cameron? He told me to - to come here but I’ve been looking for 30 minutes and can’t see him.”

At the mention of the name Rafe Cameron, the waitress’ eyes dawned a screen of something. Something intangible. Like she all of a sudden knew something. She looked you up and down once more and nodded.

“Yeah I know him. He’s like our most important customer. You won’t find him in here though.” She nodded smugly as she looked over the balcony into the crowd.

You looked with her, disappointed. “Oh. Well do-“ you increased your volume, speaking over the club anthems and tilted your head up as she crouched to hear you better, “-do you know where I could find him, please?”

The waitress smirked and rolled her eyes. Of course Rafe married the girl next door type. You seemed sickeningly sweet. “Sure sweets. He’s in Havoc.”

At your confused reaction, she elaborated. “You know, the club within the club? It’s downstairs. Through those doors. Password is ‘10th Circle’. Say you’re with Rafe, and they’ll take you to’m.” She points you to a set of steel doors lined with 2 bodyguards.

You thanked her as she sashayed away. You approached the doors and the bodyguards looked you up and down - and laughed to one another. “No way, baby. VIPs only.”

You just wanted to see your husband. “10th Circle. I’m with- I am Rafe Cameron’s wife. He invited me.” You say holding up your phone to show your screensaver of you and Rafe at your small, intimate wedding. “See?”

The guards looked at each other with suspicion. Having the password must be enough though, because they opened the doors without any qualms. You heard something just before the slam of the seal shut. “Did you know he was married?”

You went down the stairs which was less crowded, but more sinful already. On the stairwell you passed men wearing suits whispering in women’s ears. Women who were blackout drunk, or close to it. Women who were being handed hundreds of dollars wearing fur coats and nothing underneath. Some of which looked to be enjoying it and some of them scared. You immediately felt unsafe.

You were cautious as you walked through; shoulders hunched as you tried not bumping into anyone, making yourself as unnoticeable as possible. Your out of place attire made that somewhat difficult. But then you were grateful, because finally someone, the one, recognised you.

“Fuck, here she is- Baby! I’m here!” Your husband shouted from a secluded corner. He was surrounded by other men, one with a girl on their arms. You recognised a few of them as being his associates. Topper and Kelce and JJ in particular.

You could tell he wasn’t drunk thankfully. None of them were as they focused on playing their card games. “Hi.” You said, not raising your voice for anyone else to hear. The music was much less quiet than the chaos of upstairs, much to your gratitude.

He grinned, pulling you towards his seated form, in between his manspread. “There you are, bunny. What took you so long?” You took his hand to intertwine your fingers with his, having missed his touch.

“Got lost, I thought you were upstairs but a nice lady helped me.” You said, basking in your husband’s gaze. “Aw honey. You hear that fellas? Lil bunny here got lost tryna’ find me.”

His friends laughed as they sifted through their cards. One sitting beside Rafe, JJ, looked up and took out his cigarette- effectively blowing it in your face. “Poor girl. You miss your husband, doll?”

Rafe barked out a laugh but you were distracted by lightly coughing out the smoke directed into your airways. “Of course she did man, can’t go more than a few hours without rubbing up on me. It’s like she’s an addict or something.”

You frowned once more. Why was he acting like this? Sure he’s usually controlling and has a more…masculine sense of humour. You usually didn’t mind, yet now you felt like everyone knew something you didn’t. But you supposed he wasn’t wrong. You weren’t ashamed to say that you loved your husband, that you needed him.

“Huh Bunny baby? You miss me? Who’d you miss?” His friends laughed a chorus of stifled chitters and some even “oohed”. Rafe squeezed your thigh, and you knew what he wanted.

“I missed you…” you looked around at his friends who waited for you avidly. Patiently. You felt like a fish in a fish-tank. “Daddy.” The private nickname had officially made its debut. You were embarrassed, but also more embarrassed by JJ who was now staring at your tits.

Rafe grinned which made you breathe a little lighter, your joints a little less coiled. He yanked you down to sit atop his leg, your own surrounding his right knee. His eyes flitted in amusement to his posse, “See that boys? Bet none of you got a bitch at home calling you that.”

“Nah, my girlfriend just told me the other day she doesn’t want kids. Like, what’s the point of us staying together then? Only thing a woman’s good for after all.” Said Kelce, with some large chested girl on his arm licking his ear. She laughed, along with Rafe and company, at his crude joke, which you found far from funny. “Well, maybe not the only thing,” he uttered before her hand gripped his knee.

“You gonna dump her then?” Asked Topper, Rafe’s CFO, who tilted his head as he assessed your legs. Your freshly shaved, shiny, short legs.

“Don’t know. She gives good head, so that’s definitely a factor. Maybe I should keep her around and until I try to find my future wife on the side, you know?” Kelce said taking a smoke of his cigarette. “What do you think?” He jutted his chin across the space to you.

In a weird synchronicity, everyone turned their heads to you, awaiting your input. There was a metaphysical spotlight on you and you tightened your hold on Rafe’s hand. He started to kiss up and down your ear, which was not helping how distracted you were.

“Um- maybe you could give her a chance? If you really like her enough to have her as your girlfriend it might be worth it to talk…with her.” You slowed, immediately regretting speaking at all as each man started to smirk and look at one another again.

“Jesus Rafe, where’d you even find this girl?She’s so…cute.” Settled Topper. You thought he was handsome, but nobody could compare to your husband. Rafe simply shrugged and chuckled in your ear before returning to his perusal. “Some dump she needed rescued from.”

Kelce sighed. “Why’d I even ask a chick? Not like they know anything. It’s either dumb, or dumber.”

You could hear Rafe huff out a laugh. “True. There’s nothing up here,” he tapped your temples, “except my name.”

You turned to ask him why he was acting like this. So not the sweet, protective Rafe you knew, “Raf-m!” Cut off, by Rafe shoving his tongue down your throat. You were stunned before you responded, avidly with passion.

At least one thing hadn’t changed about your husband, he still kissed you with the same enthusiasm. Perhaps, with even more than normal. When he eventually pulled away, you whined and your lips traced after him - uncaring of who was watching.

“That’s one way to shut em’ up when they get uppity. And that ain’t what you call me bun. How many times am I gonna have to remind you tonight? Cmon, use your head for once. Know it’s in there somewhere.” He held an intense eye contact with you.

“Give her a break, Cameron. She might need a minute.” Kelce slapped Topper’s shoulder as they both looked to you.

“Daddy…” You whined, then hid your face in your chest out of embarrassment. Rafe said that it wasn’t something you should call him in public, yet here he was. All gorgeous in his suit with his collar popped and tie loosened, commanding you as though you were in the bedroom back home.

The only indication that he was not mad at you was the pet names he bestowed upon you, ‘Bunny’ and ‘angel’ being your favourites. “Aw honey, Daddy’s just joking. Y’know you’re my best girl. Huh?” He felt you smile into his chest. “Huh?” He bounced his knee, digging into your pussy, and you nodded. You could feel your body clench.

“Rafe’s chick might have a point though Kelc. Maybe you should keep the broad around. She’ll probably change her mind about having kids.” Voiced JJ, whose eyes continually checked out your cleavage.

Rafe piped up as he massaged your scalp from the way you hid in his chest. “Yeah, girls hardly ever know what they want until we decide for them anyways. Plus, you’d have the kids and still get to keep the good head,”

“I mean look at Bunny here, she thought she was gonna be a nurse or something fore’ I came in. Only cost me two dozen or so grand to pay off her student debt and convince her to drop out n’ marry me.”

Every time Rafe brings that up you feel a sense of guilt. That was sooo much money. Maybe not to a multi-millionaire like him. But to small town you, it was everything. “Thank you, daddy.” In response, a kiss on the cheek.

Topper sat up, “Can you blame her? She’d be a good slutty nurse. Waiting on you hand and foot. There’s a halloween costume idea right there.”

Rafe turned to them, “As if she doesn’t already do that. Little girl knows where she belongs.” You didn’t have time to be confused as the sound and pain of Rafe roughly slapping your upper thigh sounded throughout the secluded corner. Your pussy wettened, and you wished you weren’t wearing thin underwear.

JJ, ever so wise with a big mouth JJ, had some advice. “Well the way I see it Kelce, you have options.”

“Uh-huh. And they are?”

“You could always switch out her birth control. Then she’s pregnant in no time and it won’t look like your fault, so she can’t be mad. Plus, chicks’ tits get bigger when pregnant. S’a win-win.” You couldn’t believe how awful the things that were coming out of these men’s mouths were. Were they always like this outside of work? Was Rafe like this outside of your marriage?

“You let your girl on birth control Kelc? Why?” Topper asked, genuinely perplexed at the notion of a woman controlling her own body.

“She had a whole bitchfit about it. Saying shit like how it helps her period pain and let’s her decide when she can have a baby or whatever. I don’t get it.”

They continued to drink and chat. “Hold on bunny baby,” Rafe shifted you side ways in his lap now so that your legs were fully facing JJ on his left. There wasn’t much room so JJ put your feet and calves atop his thigh, across his lap. You felt too shy to say no or remove them, and this genuinely was more comfortable.

Rafe noticed, but you didn’t, with all the shifting that your dress had twisted and was alarmingly close to revealing your underwear. You put your hands around Rafe’s neck and leaned in.

“Can I have a drink please? I’m thirsty.” You whispered in his ear. You were parched. Between the heat of the room and the heat building in your core you needed something to ground you.

Rafe smiled. “Sure. Hey,” he clicked his fingers at the girl on Kelce’s arm. “Double time. Vodka.” She left the area with haste.

“But Daddy- I wanted…you said I’m not allowed to dr-“

“Didn’t look like he asked for your two cents, princess.” Said Topper with a bored expression as he thumbed the neck of his beer bottle. You frowned. The blonde was usually nice to you at business events and in Rafe’s office.

“You speak when you’re spoken to around daddy’s friends Baby. Remember? Or do you need a reminder?”

Your eyes widened at the last time you were given a ‘reminder’. “N-no. I’m sorry I’ll just…”

Though his attention diverted from you as the shot was passed to your hand. “Now I know you’re just a girl, sweetheart. And you’ve never done a shot before so listen carefully. Can you do that for us?” Asked Kelce as JJ played with your socks. The condescension was not noticed by you.

You looked to Rafe, who nodded. So you turned your head to Kelce, careful not to spill the drink.

“Kay. So this stuff is really icky. You gotta drink it fast and swallow fast. You’ve had plenty of practice, so I’ve heard.”

You ignore the last comment and nod, looking at the clear liquid with determination. This is your chance to prove that you are a big girl and can handle things like alcohol. People always made fun of you for not drinking in college, so you needed the victory, even if just for yourself.

“Here, pretty baby. I’ll do one with you, okay? Ready? Go.” Your daddy said. Though you didn’t say it, you were grateful that he was supporting you.

To say the taste was awful was an understatement. It wasn’t so much the taste as the fumes that made your throat feel like it was on fire. You coughed, a lot. So much for proving you were a big girl and not some inexperienced baby unlike the rest of the sensual women around.

“Fuck, look at her. You alright dollface?” The insulting nickname flew over your head as you scrunched your eyes, though you could be sure it was JJ’s voice. He squeezed your ankle in a somewhat comforting gesture, but you could hear the guys and the girl laugh at how pathetic you were.

“Wh-why would you let me try that!” Tears dribbled down your face. The key word being “let”, as the guys noted.

Rafe growled, and laughed. “Don’t be such a fucking baby. In fact-“ he put his whiskey up to your pouty lips and made you drink it before you could protest. Again, disgusting. You sputtered some of it out and it dribbled down your chin and throat.

“Think she needs a bib boys?” Top jested, reaching over to chuck you under your chin. Other than Rafe, he seemed like the strictest of all. They each roared a laugh and you realised you were the butt of the joke. The punchline.

You continued to sniffle and leak some tears, looking around at what this truly was. You were an animal in the circus, simply there for entertainment. “Daddy, please…” you whined, tightening your hold on Rafe in the search of comfort.

“Don’t be sad sugar. If it’s any consolation, you’re even sexier when you cry.” Said JJ, as he took off your shoes one by one. He left on your white ankle socks, which he now noticed had love-hearts all over them.

You whimpered at the statement. Your throat felt raw and the wicked taste of mixing alcohols lingered in your mouth.

You were hyper aware of how wet you were in that moment, and couldn’t decide if you were whimpering out of pain, embarrassment or lust. You used your core to bounce on Rafe’s leg, enough to feel something yet too little for anyone to notice.

Rafe kissed your chin where the whiskey spilled. “That’s top shelf liquor you just wasted.” He licked your lip, groaning at the taste.

“S-sorry. Jus’ wasn’t expecting it. I’ve never really drank before.” You could feel your cheeks blush. Rafe loved PDA, and it had taken you a while to adjust to it.

“Hmm, you gonna make it up to me?” He teased. His hand travelled up to your braless chest and groped you, right in front of his friends. What the hell was happening.

“I don’t know,” said Kelce, looking at where Rafe’s hand was pressing your nipple. “I’m a fan of big tits. Not to the point where they look ridiculous, but definitely not as small as sweetheart, here.”

The guys all sounded as though they were heavily contemplating Kelce’s “insightful” comment and they turned to your chest, whereas you? You were just plain insecure now. You knew you didn’t have the largest bust, but was it really so much a factor?

“You’d be surprised,” said Topper. “Big tits can get in the way.” He scoffed, then returned to look at yours with a lustful eye.

“True,” JJ nodded, “plus small tits are just…I don’t know. They look more youthful. Perky, y’know? Definitely my preference.”

Rafe huffed out a laugh. “Me too, clearly.” You looked at him with a grimace, then down to your chest. “I have a theory that they’re more sensitive, though.”

“Oh yeah? What makes you think that?” JJ had toyed with your socks to the point where he’d taken them off completely.

Rafe eyed him, then gazed at you intensely before devouring your mouth in a kiss. You were confused, was there some mental signal he just sent to his business partner? How did that suffice as an answ-

“MMph!” You squeaked into Rafe’s mouth as pain overcame you. Rafe just pinched your nipples, with as much force as his hands could. His strong, manly hands… You were positive that your underwear had gained a wet patch on it now. You were less embarrassed about that than as to why you felt turned on in the first place.

You withdrew from Rafe’s mouth to stare at him, eyebrows scrunched in a hurt expression. Why would he do that? You looked at his lips and suddenly became distracted again. With your low tolerance, the alcohol was seeping into your mind and your impulse control was going haywire.

So, you jumped his mouth. Your tongue swirled around his as you let out a soft moan. His hand moved to slide along your inner thigh, and you panicked, moving it away in front of your too-keen audience.

Rafe loved how eager you were sometimes. You fucked like a rabbit, and your nose twitched in your sleep. Hence the nickname.

“Please not-not in front of them!” You whispered.

“Don’t worry. All friends here.” Said Kelce. “Nothing we haven’t seen before,” seconded Topper, who gave you a crude wink. Kelce high fives him and you were confused as to what they were referring to. Though you didn’t get to focus on the thought as you felt heaving tapping on your cheek.

“What the fuck did I say about speaking when spoken too, huh baby? You too fucked dumb from last night to follow a simple instruction?” Rafe said, growing annoyed. Sure, you were embarrassed. But that was nowhere near as bad as stepping out of Rafe’s meticulously drawn line.

“I just- I don’t know why you’re doing this in front of them. Don’t they all have girlfriends?” You wondered. Topper was married. Kelce had a girlfriend. JJ was, well he definitely had a girl. It was just a different one every week.

Rafe kissed your forehead, and said in a voice that was too saccharine- “I do it,” another kiss, “because” and another “I can, sweetie.”

A laugh bubbled from your throat at you squirmed, feeling a feather light touch as JJ drew his finger nails from the soles of your feet to your leg. You kicked a little, and turned in shock at the sensation.

“Come to Papa J, dolly.” He ‘come hithered’ with his fingers. “S’okay. Right Rafe?”

You looked to your husband, wondering exactly what was going on. Rafe grinned with that glint in his eye. “She’s all yours Jayj, careful though.” He said cruelly, before widening his manspread with haste. Effectively, letting you fall through his lap straight onto the floor between his legs. You yelped at the sudden motion and the sudden pain blooming around your tailbone. You wanted to say something, but you hadn’t been spoken to.

You used Rafe’s knee to stand up, barefooted on the plush rug of the club within the club. Blood rushed to your head. How drunk were you? You were now aware of how short your dress was. You weren’t sure what to do now.

JJ’s eyes traversed your figure head to toe. From the bow in your hair to your white pedicure. He looked hungry, like he was on a hunt. Were you being hunted? Is that what this was? Poached even, willingly by your own husband?

You thought of your marriage, of all the times Rafe had been sweet and the times were he’d been, dark. Salaciously dark. You knew they’d passed around ‘girls’ in the past, but just in the sense of sharing strippers. You were his wife. And JJ was his friend. They all were. Regardless of these mindless facts, you now knew who they were. Sleazebag playboys that objectify women. That use them.

And Rafe, your protector, was just going to throw you into the lion’s den with one of them?

Unless…you realised, looking at Rafe as he nodded for you to go towards his business partner, that your husband was one of them. That this whole time, your marriage had been the lion’s den.

You just didn’t know it until tonight.

Author’s Note: Let me know what you thought of this!

[rafesgoldrings]

One Hell of a Night

Warnings: smut, oral (m + f receiving), Topper and Kelce jerk each other off, drug usage, two in one hole, language, brief mention of choking and face slapping, teensy bit of degradation, foursome, slight groping from the boys, Rafe does a line off the readers tits because it’s me, this is literally just pure filth

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook!Reader, Topper Thornton x Fem Kook!Reader, Kelce x Fem Kook!Reader, slight Kelce x Topper

Summary: It’s strictly platonic between you and the three kook boys to anyone else, but when you’re alone it’s a totally different answer. A daunting game of cat and mouse lands you in an interesting position one Friday night.

If anyone asked you, the friendship between you and the three kook boys that dominated the island was strictly platonic. There was absolutely nothing else there, not when you took turns sucking their cock. Not when they were knuckle deep in your cunt. Not when their cum was coating every inch of you. Just a couple of friends helping friends to relax. But to you four? There was something there, pure animalistic desire to tear each other apart. Each one of you playing a daunting game of cat and mouse.

You’d wear the shortest golf skirt you owned when you went to play with them. They would wear the tightest shirts they owned, flexing their well defined muscles every chance they got. Your freshly painted nails would slowly trail up one of the boy's thighs, dangerously close to his cock, another boy's hand would disappear into your skirt, and the final boy would have his hand ‘innocently’ around your shoulder groping your tits. Each one of you eager to see who broke first, to see who gave into their desire.

It was usually always you. One look at their cocky smirks as their fingers danced a well choreographed dance inside your cunt and you were done for. You’d always ended up pleading for them to just stop the teasing and have their way with you. That exact same scenario is how you ended up in your current situation.

Rafe invited the three of you to his place to hang Friday night. Wheezie was at her friends house for the weekend, Sarah was out with those grimy pogues, Ward and Rose away for some business thing, which left the house all to himself. He’d told you he managed to secure a gram of coke from Barry and some alcohol, all you needed to do was bring your pretty ass over there with Topper and Kelce. Knowing it would just be the four of you, you put on a tiny skirt and crop top that was perfectly cut to show off your tits. The Cartier bracelet Rafe bought you, Chanel necklace Topper bought you, and Hermès ring Kelce bought you proudly on display. You’d put on the perfume you knew drove them crazy, sliding on your sandals and getting in your Jeep to head over to them.

You should have known it was a Trap, as soon as you walked in you should have known. None of the boys had their shirts on, passing around a half smoked joint and legs spread. Their hungry eyes staring you down the second you walked in the door like they were predators and you were the helpless prey. They paid extra close attention to your tits that were practically uncovered by the small piece of fabric you called a shirt, their adam’s apple bobbing as they swallowed harshly.

“Why don’t you come sit princess” it wasn’t a question, Rafe grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap, discarding the joint and smirking at the squeal you let out from the sudden collision.

He already had lines laid out on the table and passed you a rolled up hundred dollar bill insisting you go first. The small skirt (and no panties) left little to the imagination as you bent down to the table, Rafe jerking his thigh up and hitting your cunt in the perfect way. You swallowed the whimper that threatened to escape your lips, covering one nostril before placing the bill inside the other and snorting a single white line off the table relatively quickly.

“Woah pretty girl, you’re so desperate tonight” Topper cooed, his eyes full of lust and mischief as the other two let out a small laugh.

“Awe come on guys, sweet girl just wants to make sure we don’t take it all before she gets her high. Isn’t that right baby?” Kelces hand rubbing your knee and the small amount of coke in your system made it hard to get out a complete sentence.

“Y-yeah, you guys always take it” you pouted, bending back down and doing two more lines before Rafe plucked the bill from your hands.

“That’s enough now.” he never let you overindulge like they did. He knew exactly what it did to you and while letting you snort any of the blow was bad, he’d rather you do smaller amounts with them.

A small hmph escaped your lips, arms crossed as you leaned back against Rafe’s chest. They could do all the coke in the world but you do three lines and it was the crime of the fucking century. You felt large fingertips grip your jaw firmly and turn your head towards them, Rafe’s blue eyes darkened as he spoke to you.

“Lose the fucking attitude and be grateful I allow you any princess. Don’t make me bend you over the table and slap your ass until it’s black and blue to teach you manners.” you knew he meant it. He’d done it once before when you wouldn’t stop bitching about everything one night, your widened eyes never left his as you nodded.

He whispered ‘good girl’ and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he smirked, glancing at the table and your tits.

“Take your top off” the others quickly joined in agreement.

So, slowly, you began peeling it off. It’s not like they hadn’t seen your tits before, half the time you didn’t bother wearing a bra and changed in front of them because they’d touched and marked them plenty of times in the past. Topper passed the bag to Rafe who then instructed Kelce to push your tits together. You felt him press against your back, arms wrapping around your front and pushing your tits together with his hands, before Rafe poured some of the white powder between them. He covered one nostril and snorted it all away, lightly licking them to ‘get the rest’ off.

By this time, the drugs had kicked in. Your eyes holding a glazed over look, pupils dilated, cunt throbbing as you watched them. You began grinding into the couch, desperate for something, whining loudly and attracting all three boys' attention to you. Each one stared at the wet spot you’d made, eyes matching yours but with a bit more lust swimming around. Giving each other a knowing look, they listened as you begged for them to touch you. To use you as they pleased and make you cum

“Fuck princess, okay”

“That’s our good girl”

“So fucking pretty when you beg baby, we’ll take such good care of you”

Rafe had your legs spread apart, hands grabbing your tits and pulling at your nipples while Topper fucked your face. Kelce had his cock buried inside you, fucking you so hard that you swear your cervix was actually bruised. You couldn’t think clearly, eyes rolling back from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were currently experiencing from both your high and being used this way, a harsh slap to your inner thigh bringing you back to reality. Your eyes were full of tears from the combination of your favorite boys using you like their personal toy, Topper was all the way in the back of your throat using it like it was nothing but a hole made to take his cock.

You knew they were both close, they went harder, each thrust more sloppy than the previous. Their moans getting louder and more broken until they couldn’t form words, only cries of your name. Their thick seed filled both of your holes at the same time and you swore you died right then and there. You could feel your cunt get stuffed full and loved it more than anything, especially knowing it was from one of your favorite boys. Rafe’s cock was pressed against your back, rock hard, leaking precum, and desperate for the same attention the others just got.

The two of them would pull out, each one with a proud look on their face when you whimpered at the sudden empty feeling and swallowed Topper's load, giving Rafe the opportunity to move in front of you. Groaning at the sight of your hole leaking out the mixture of yours and Kelce’s cum, he slowly bent down till he was eye level with your cunt. His lips quickly attached to your clit and then your tight hole. Moaning against you at the taste of his best friend's release with yours mixing together on his tongue. Your hands flew to his hair and held it with a tight grip, legs trembling from the previous orgasm you just had.

“D-don’t stop. P-lease” it came out broken, sounding pathetic enough for the two boys to laugh and mockingly frown at you.

You snapped your head in their direction and rolled your head back, eyes screwed shut and toes curling when you saw them stroking the other's cock. It was all too much for you, Rafe’s tongue working its magic on your abused cunt, the other two pleasuring each other while they watched you fall apart yet again. You swear to god Rafe was tracing his name against your cunt when you finally came. That rubber band in your belly finally snapping as you grinded into Rafe’s face, riding out your orgasm to the best of your ability in your drug altered state.

“Such a goood fucking girl baby. Oh my god” Rafe moaned out when he finally detached his mouth from your cunt, licking his lips clean and groaning at your taste.

“Taste so fucking good baby” he pulled you into a rough kiss, hand wrapped around your throat, allowing you to taste yourself on your tongue.

Your head moved up when he went to pull away from the kiss, lips still attached to his until he pushed you back against the bed. Topper and Kelce had managed to get each other off at some point during your orgasm and the thick white ropes covered their abs. They’d both walked to join Rafe in front of you before speaking up.

“Since Kelce got to fuck that pretty cunt of yours baby, Rafe and I want to try something while Kelce fucks your mouth”

“Do you trust us baby?” Even while high, they each made sure you were okay with whatever they were doing.

“Of course” your voice came out small, too fucked out, high, and tired to speak much louder.

“Okay baby. You’re going to take Rafe and I inside that tight cunt of yours…at the same time. You think you can handle us both baby?” that certainly woke you up, eyes shooting open as wide as they could go and sitting up on your elbows.

You looked between each boy, trying to see if they were serious. When there was no indication that they weren’t, pure desperation on Rafe and Toppers faces, you nodded your head.

“Fucking hell princess, you’re so perfect.”

“If it’s too much, you tell us okay?” they both spoke at the same time, you again nodded at them.

They flipped you to your stomach before pulling you up, wanting you on all fours. Once you were in position, Kelce walked over and slid his cock in your mouth. Rafe slid his cock inside you, groaning at how tight you were and the way your cunt clenched around him reactively. He thrusted into you a few more times before making sure you were okay with this. Once you gave him a thumbs up, mouth too full of cock to answer verbally, Topper joined him. He slid his cock in, letting out a loud groan at the feeling of your tight hole and his cock rubbing against Rafe’s inside you, slowly until it was all the way in. You were so lost in pleasure, moaning non stop around Kelce's cock, that you forgot to suck him off. He slapped your cheek to bring your attention to him “Just because you’re taking two cocks inside your cunt at once like a little whore doesn’t mean you stop paying attention to me. Now fucking suck princess, make me proud”

You bobbed your head up and down, trying your best to keep your attention on him while Rafe and Topper fucked into you at the same time. The room full of pornographic sounds, just moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls.

“I hope you know baby, we aren’t done with you. We’re going to ruin you to the point you’re just a drooling, babbling, trembling cock hungry whore. This is just the beginning” Rafe moaned into your ear, gripping your hair and pulling you up to his lips.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

Tag List: @sweetestdesire @cherryniceties @dreamingwithrafe @congratsloserr @fulla02reads @madelynie @xyzstar (I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be tagged since this includes Kelce so just let me know!) @outerbankspov

[granddaughterofdemeter]

like a Moth to a Flame

pt.1

masterlist

you never do choose the right guys...

[cheater+ex!jj maybank x fem!reader x toxic!rafe cameron]

warnings: cheating, insecure!reader

summary: jj cheats on you and you decide to break up

Not going to lie, dating JJ in any way was not expected.

Sure, you're best friends with Kiara and Sarah, even after Kiara's Kook year, but you didn't live exactly on the Cut or Figure 8. Your family is middle class, your dad is working as a computer engineer and your mother was a nurse, so not rich nor poor, just average.

Just normal.

That's why when you saw JJ sneaking another girl out of the Chateau after a big party, you weren't surprised, just...disappointed.

You weren't really a Pogue or a Kook, it didn't feel like you were enough for either of those two sides.

No matter how many times your friends told you otherwise, so when you saw another Pogue being pulled out of their house...

"JJ...?" A gentle whisper called out his name. He raised his head and stared straight into the [e/c] eyes of his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend.

Unlike you, Kiara wasn't shocked into silence.

"God, what is wrong with you, JJ!" She snapped, grasping your upper arm and pulling you away. He grabbed your other wrist, yanking you to him and breaking Kiara's grasp.

"It's not what it looks like, Princess. I just saw her in the kitchen and-"

"JJ, we saw you..." Pope grimaced, avoiding his friend's betrayed gaze.

"I- JJ, why would you..." You choked on your words before tears started to fall. "Did I do something?" The pale hand he still had on your wrist started to burn.

"No! No, no, no, no, no!" He wiped the tears from your eyes before leaning in. That itself made Kiara nearly launch herself at him with an axe but Pope quickly made a save.

"Jesus, Kie!" He whispered, giving the miffed girl a stern glare.

You pushed JJ away, turning your head away from him.

"I think we should-"

"No."

You scoffed, the shock wearing off and leading to anger.

"Let's go and let them...talk." John B's voice silenced all of them as they realized that both of you needed time to yourselves. He sent you a sympathetic stare before leading the others back into the house.

When they finally leave, you focus back on the blonde boy in front of you with his regretful electric blue eyes.

"What do you mean by 'No'?"

"No, we can't break up." He bit his lip, staring down at the wet sand.

"Too bad, I wanna break up, so we're gonna break up."

"I physically can't...that'll mean that you don't love me anymore..."

"I don't know why you still think I love you. You cheated on me!" Your anger alerted the shaggy, blonde, haired boy that there clearly should be begging involved.

"But you-I love you!" His desperate tone caught your attention, but you refused to feel any differently.

You were lying, you were surprised JJ hadn't caught on, he used to understand you like you were his second skin. And that made it sad when he fell for your lies.

Of course, you still loved him, that wouldn't change, but it needed to start somewhere.

And it started with a lie.

"Bye...Maybank."

"Princess! Please..." But you left him standing there, alone.

Without you.

banner creator posted on my pinned post

I genuinely thought I could go through the breakup and rafe being toxic and jj being jealous right here rn

it didnt happen

this will be a series.

[forgivemepeeta]

it haunts me every day that we didn’t get more kook trio content in s1. i would’ve loved to see those silly frat boys just doing stupid shit, specifically s1 cause that was frat!rafe at his PEAK

[callsign-fangirl]

Obx as text post?

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[patheticrafeenjoyer]

can't take topper's stupid ass anywhere

[drewsephrry]

kook besties with the big 3

inspo creds to the lovely @erwinsvow

[jj-maybanks-daughter]

workout

little 2 year old, y/n walked into the home gym, seeing her dad, rafe and uncles topper and kelce working out, and she decided to join them

warnings- just fluff 🤍

y/n waddled through the hallway, noticing a never before opened door, open. rafe kept the door shut so his daughter couldnt get into the equipment and hurt herself. 

her curiosity took over and she slid through the cracked door. she giggled at her dads red face as he lifted a dumbbell up to his armpits. kelce looked over to see her. “uhhh- rafe?” he questioned

“can’t you see i’m doing something?” he asked, putting down the dumbbell. “what do you wa-“ he quickly cut himself off seeing    y/n sitting on the floor clapping her hands. “oh hi baby? what are you doing here?” he cooed to her as he picked her up. 

“ew, sweaty” she said with a look of disgust. topper and kelce laughed and rafe sat her back down. she waddled over to the treadmill, sitting down on it. 

“your so silly.” rafe chuckled as he followed behind her, his arms out in case she fell. 

“uncle top!” she said, pointing to topper in the middle of his bench set. topper couldn’t help but giggle and set the bench back up. 

“you like the gym, y/n/n?” he laughed, wiping his sweat with a sweat towel. she got up off the treadmill and ran to topper holding her arms up for him to hold her. he picked her up and showed her the bar. 

“you know guys? we could start baby training now.” rafe chuckled. the other boys knew there was no way of stopping rafe as he picked back up y/n and had her hold onto the pull up bar. rafe had it made so he could adjust the height, so he moved it down to the lowest level first. “hold on, baby.” he smiled, still holding her. 

she shrieked in happiness and rafe decided to carry her less and less to the point where she was practically doing it herself! 

“this is awesome dude!” rafe celebrated, proud of his daughter. the other boys just laughed and stood there watching. 

“hold on dude, i’ll be right back.” topper said as he ran out of the room, across the street to his house. 

he came back with one pound weights, pink of course. 

“look at that y/n” kelce started, “it’s what uncle top uses at home!” topper just glared at kelce and handed the weights to rafe as she hopped off the bar. 

“you think you can do it, babe?” rafe asked her, squatting and talking to her like she was in a boxing match.

“yes!” she answered, clapping her hands. she reached out grabby hands to the pink weights and held them, happily. 

“look at that! your so strong aren’t you?” rafe laughed. 

the boys continued to train y/n as she grew up. she was easily the strongest, not only girl, but kid in her class throughout her days in school, all thanks to her dad, uncle top, and uncle kelce.

[miazetomer]

Heartless | Rafe Cameron x pogue(ish)!fem!reader (Part II)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff, angst, smut, drug use, alcohol use, takes place during season one, the usual

Summary: You never really felt like you belonged anywhere. Your father was a pogue, your mother a kook. You felt out of place in The Cut, in Figure Eight, at the Academy. And Rafe Cameron certainly didn’t make things easier, he knew how to push your buttons, grinding your gears in just the right way, but he loved the little game you two played.

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You groaned as you woke up in the morning, your head just absolutely pounding. An arm was wrapped around your waist holding you flush against someone’s chest and your legs were tangled up with someone else’s legs. You were scared to open your eyes, because you recognized that person’s scent. You knew exactly who it was. You squeezed your eyes together before opening them, blinking a couple times as your vision came to focus. When you opened your eyes your suspicions were confirmed. You were in Rafe Cameron’s bedroom.

Fuck.

You tried to slowly get up, untangling yourself from Rafe, only for him to tighten his grip on your waist.

“Rafe, I have to get up.” You muttered, rolling your eyes as you tried to sit up again. Finally Rafe let go of you and you stood up and quietly moved around the room collecting your dress and shoes.

“Keep the shirt.” Rafe mumbled into his pillow right before you were about to leave. Just as you opened the door the one thing you didn’t want to happen, was happening. Topper was leaving Sarah’s room.

“Oh, come on.” Topper said, looking over you. Obviously the scene was bad. You were leaving Rafe’s room, in his shirt, in the morning.

“Finally.” Sarah muttered, peaking her head out the door as she looked at you.

“Nothing happened.” You grumbled, closing the door behind you softly.

“So you’re telling me you just slept in there?” Sarah asked crossing her arms. “Not a single thing happened?”

“Can you guys have this conversation anywhere else besides right in front of my door.” Rafe huffed as he opened the door.

“I’m gonna kill you.” Topper said, pointing at Rafe.

“Woah, chill Top, nothing happened.” Rafe held his hands up as he looked over Topper like he was crazy.

“See, I told you, nothing happened.”

“Not even like a cuddle? You both stayed on your own sides of the bed?” Sarah asked, desperate for any kind of information, hopeful that maybe her brother and best friend could finally get along.

“Well…” Rafe responded, dragging out the word, earning a ‘seriously?’ look from you.

“That is so not nothing.” Topper said, throwing his arms out in front of him.

“Ok, ok so we cuddled, that doesn’t mean anything.” You deflected, trying to make this sound not as bad as it seems.

“Cuddling is so much more intimate than sex.” Sarah added, her eyes grazing over her fingernails as she picked at them.

“Ok, let’s not get crazy here.” You chuckled. “It was one night.”

“That doesn’t mean it was the last time.” Sarah said, shooting you a look of approval.

“Trust me, it was a one time thing.” Rafe responded, before he walked back into his room and shut the door, leaving you in a state of shock.

“What a dick.” Sarah grumbled, shooting daggers with her eyes at the door.

“Alright, I need to go.” You muttered before walking downstairs and out of the house.

What a dick, you thought to yourself as you walked to your house. Come on you knew you two didn’t exactly get along, but when you cuddle with someone all night long and let them keep your shirt, it had to mean something.

“Good morning.” Your mom said with a smile as you walked into your house.

“Morning.” You mumbled back, heading for the stairs.

“How was your night?” She asked, looking up from her cup of coffee.

“Fine.”

“Just fine? You’re wearing a guys shirt and holding your outfit from last night in your hands. Did it finally happen with Rafe?”

Your mom was the only person who thought you had a crush on Rafe. She always thought it would be a cute boy/girl next door story. Even when he would make fun of you she would say, ‘Sweetie, he just has a crush on you, that’s all.’

“Mom, gross.” You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “No, nothing happened between Rafe and I.”

“And that’s why you’re wearing his shirt? Sweetie, guys don’t just give girls their shirts.”

“Mom, God, you’re worse than Topper. Nothing happened.” You repeated before running up the stairs to your room.

You walked into your room with a big sigh before closing your door. You walked over to your window that faced Rafe’s room, he was sitting at his desk that faced your own room. He looked up and saw you, flashing you a smile. You returned your own sarcastic grin while flashing him two middle fingers before you closed your window and pulled the curtains closed with a huff.

Get out of my head, get out of my head, you repeatedly thought to yourself, rubbing your temples with your index fingers. You quickly tore off his shirt, tossing it somewhere in your room. You needed to shower, you needed his scent off of you.

You walked into your bathroom, turning the shower on. Checking your phone one last time before you stepped into the shower, you saw a text from Sarah.

sorry my brother’s such a dick :(

are you still coming over later? you promised me a pool day

You sighed and typed out your reply, a simple ‘yeah’ and got in the shower, letting the steaming water run over your body. You stood in the shower for a long time just trying to scrub every surface of your body clean of Rafe Cameron. But you couldn’t stop thinking about last night, the way he held you, the way his breath felt against your neck, the way he tightened his grip around you when you tried to get up, like if he let go of you he would lose you forever.

You stepped out of the shower, drying off with a towel and then pulling your thin satin robe on, tying it off at your hips.

Walking into your room, you lingered in front of the window, debating on if you were gonna open it up or not. Your hand clutched the curtains, sighing you pulled the curtains back and there he sat. Looking at your window with that glare he always seemed to have, sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. Glaring, like how dare you close your window. You huffed and opened the window before walking towards your balcony. You definitely needed a bong rip after the night you had. Your balcony looked towards Rafe’s own balcony, but his lacked furniture or any personality. Whereas yours had a couch and a coffee table and fairy lights everywhere, because you hated the outdoor light, the lack of warmth it provided. You sat down on the couch and crossed one leg over the other as you pulled the bong into your lap. You looked up and saw Rafe open the door to his balcony, hesitating for a second before stepping out.

“Care to join me?” You asked, lighting the bong and bringing it to your lips.

“Maybe another time, Thornton.” Rafe responded, throwing your words back in your face from last night.

“Funny.” You scoffed, setting the bong down after taking a hit.

“When are you coming back over?” He questioned, leaning against the railing as he played with his ring.

“Who said I was coming back over?”

“Come on, I know you, you’re coming back over.”

“I don’t know.” You answered his question, leaning back and crossing your arms across your chest. “When I feel like it.”

“Real cute. Love the attitude.”

“I know you do.” You smirked, standing up and leaning against your own balcony railing.

“I’ll see you later.” Rafe said, standing up and taping the railing with his hand before walking back into his bedroom. You sighed and walked back into yours. You stopped in front of the window and smiled to yourself, you knew Rafe would be watching, he always was, any chance he could get.

You turned your back to the window and undid your robe, letting it fall down your shoulders. You weren’t gonna give Rafe the satisfaction of turning around, just like last night. But, you turned to the side, giving him just enough to see the curve of your boob and the prominence of your nipple. You swear you could hear Rafe gulp in his bedroom. You smirked and walked towards your closet, flicking on the light as you dug through your bikini drawer attempting to find a red bikini. It was Rafe’s favorite color and who said the teasing had to end in your bedroom.

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“Real classy, Thornton.” Rafe muttered, plucking your vape from your bikini top.

“Give it back.” You groaned, moving your leg to just tap him in his balls, but he caught your ankle before you made contact.

“You’re gonna have to be quicker than that, baby.” He smirked looking down at you.

“Ha ha very funny.” You said through gritted teeth, pulling your leg away from him. Standing up, you went to grab it from him only for him to pull it away from you. “Rafe, come on.”

Rafe tossed your vape onto the lounger you were laying on and quickly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Rafe, Rafe, no.” You pleaded, smacking his back and kicking your legs. “Rafe!” You screamed as he jumped into the pool with both of you.

When both of you surfaced you glared at him, only to have him laugh.

“Oh you wanna play this game?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. You quickly swam over to him and climbed onto his back, throwing yourself backwards as you dragged both of you down into the water.

Rafe swam up, bringing you both to the surface, only for you to throw yourself back again, plunging you both into the cold water.

“Are you done?” He asked when you both broke the surface again. You were still clinging to his back thinking about if you wanted to send both of you underwater once more.

“Maybe, maybe not.” You answered, clinging to him a little tighter.

“Well then can you get off of me, your boobs are weighing us down.”

You gasped and slapped the back of Rafe’s head playfully, hard enough to make it sting but light enough that it was obviously playful.

“You’re the one constantly looking at them.” You muttered, letting go of him and treading water next to Rafe.

“Well you’re the one who constantly has them on display.”

You scoffed and pulled yourself out of the pool, wrapping a towel around yourself.

“You’re a dick.” You muttered, sitting down on the lounge chair.

“What was that?” Rafe asked, pulling himself out of the pool.

“You heard me.” You responded, staring right into those annoying blue eyes.

“No, I don’t think I did.” Rafe crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you, testing you.

“I said, You’re. A. Dick.”

Sarah was looking between you two, like she was waiting for a bomb to go off. She knew Rafe had a temper, everyone knew Rafe had a temper. You, however, were the one that tested it most. You didn’t care if he got mad at you, why should you? It wasn’t like he was your boyfriend, and even if he was, you probably still wouldn’t care.

“That’s why you climbed into my bed last night then? Because I’m ‘a dick’? And that’s why you told Gianna to get out of my room when you came up to see me? Because I’m ‘a dick’?”

“Who?” You asked, looking up at Rafe through squinted eyes, the sun blaring down on you.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, you know exactly who I’m talking about.”

“Oh, you mean the girl who has no interest in you? Who’s been telling everyone at school that you’re the last person she needs to cross off her list to officially have fucked the entire football team. That Gianna?”

“You’re a fucking bitch.” Rafe scoffed, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.

“Really? I’m a bitch? That’s why you asked me to join you in the shower last night?”

Sarah gasped, trying to hide it behind a cough.

“Whatever.” Rafe scoffed, walking inside. But, you were quick to follow him, not done with this conversation.

“Really? That’s all you have to say?” You called out, following Rafe closely behind.

“Always have to have the last word, don’t you?” Rafe said, turning around. At this point you two were chest to chest. The tension in the air was thick and you couldn’t tell if it was bad tension or if it was sexual. Probably a mix of both.

“Oh please, if anyone always had to have the last word it would be you.” You rolled your eyes. “All you have to do is apologize and I’ll drop the whole thing and we can go back to being the best of friends.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm, but you were being honest about the apology. You wanted an apology. No, demanded it.

“Apologize for what? Saying the truth? You’ve walked around here all summer with your tits on full display for everyone to see in the smallest bikinis possible. I’m pretty sure the one you wore the other day barely covered your nipples.”

Of course he remembered that bikini. You wore it specifically for him. Every bikini you wore this summer was hand picked, for him. But, he didn’t need to know that.

“So what, now you’re my father? You don’t get to decide what I wear. You’re not my boyfriend, you’re not my father, you don’t get to tell me what to wear.”

“You’re right, I’m not your boyfriend so next time you want someone to snuggle up with after a party, go find someone else.”

“You said it yourself Rafe, it was a one time thing. And last I checked, it was you who tried to get me to stay in bed longer.” You said, pressing your index finger into Rafe’s chest.

Rafe sighed and rubbed his temples like you were annoying him in some sort of way.

“Fine, I’m sorry, is that what you want to hear?”

“Not like that.” You scoffed, rubbing your forehead.

“You make things absolutely impossible.”

“Whatever.” You said, before walking back outside. You dropped your towel onto the lounge and pulled your jean shorts on, buttoning them with a huff.

“Wait, don’t go.” Sarah pleaded, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

“I’m not gonna stay here with him, Sarah.” You said, looking down at her with sad eyes. You always got sad after you and Rafe fought. You should be used to it by now, but everything was so confusing. One second everything was fine, and the next you two could be going at it.

“Alright, I’m not gonna keep you here.” Sarah dropped your wrist and let you pick up the rest of your stuff. “You’re gonna be at the party, though, right?”

“I don’t know, I might have to go see JJ, just do a little check up on him.” You sighed, looking off towards your house.

“Okay, well if you come then make sure to stop by my room first so we can get ready together.”

“Alright, alright.” You said with a small smile.

“Promise?” Sarah asked, holding her pinky up.

“Promise.” You confirmed, wrapping your pinky around hers and leaning down to kiss your thumb, her doing the same thing. It was how you two made sure to keep your pinky promises.

♡♡♡

“When are you gonna realize that apologizing is gonna make things so much easier in the long run?” Sarah asked, leaning against Rafe’s door frame.

“What are you talking about?” Rafe scoffed, looking up at her from his phone.

“When you two are married, which is going to happen, it’s going to make things so much easier and less complicated if you just apologize when you’re clearly in the wrong.”

“We are not getting married.” Rafe protested, looking back at his phone.

“You think I don’t see the way you look at her? The way you’ve looked at her our entire lives? It’s not just a small crush, you’re in love with her and I think that terrifies you.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Sarah.” Rafe scoffed, putting his phone down.

“All I’m saying is, see where some flowers and jewelry gets you. And nice words.”

♡♡♡

You stepped out of your bathroom, drying your hair with a towel. Your window was shut, the curtains were drawn, even the curtains that covered your balcony door were closed. You had completely shut Rafe off from even a gaze into what you were doing.

You quickly texted JJ to let him know you wanted to see him. You hadn’t seen him in two weeks and the guilt was eating away at you. He responded quickly, telling you he was at the chateau.

You got dressed in a cropped sweater and a pair of jean shorts before pulling on a pair of shoes and headed downstairs, your hair still wet from the shower.

“Heading out?” Your mom asks from the kitchen. She was cooking dinner and for a second you felt torn. Should you go see your brother or should you stay and have dinner with your other family.

“Um, yeah, I just felt like I needed to go see JJ.” You explained, fiddling with your fingers.

“Oh, Sweetie, you don’t have to feel bad for wanting to go see your brother.” Your mom said, coming over to you, putting her hands on your arms in a comforting way.

“I’ll be back later.” You sighed, grabbing your car keys from the bowl in the foyer and walking out the front door.

Your car wasn’t anything crazy, it was a 2009 yellow Jeep Wrangler. Your mom got it for you when you turned sixteen. She wanted to get you something that wouldn’t be stripped for parts in The Cut but still looked nice enough.

“Dude, wake up.” JJ said, shaking you from your sleep.

“What?” You groaned turning over with a huff.

“I think your mom left a car for you out front.” He was practically jumping up and down with joy for you.

“What?” You said, shooting up out of bed.

You both ran downstairs and outside looking at your new Jeep.

“No way.” JJ muttered, running his hand over the car.

You opened the door and found a note inside.

‘If you come home, you’ll get your dream car.

Love,

Mom.’

You sighed as you crumpled the note, shoving it into your sweatshirt pocket.

“Come on, help me find the keys.” You smiled as JJ jumped into the passenger seat, digging through the glove box.

“Looking for these?” Rafe said, stepping out from around the corner, holding the keys to your car.

“Fucking creep.” JJ grimaced, looking at you with a confused look.

“What are you doing here, Rafe? And where did you even come from you?” You asked, looking around to see where he could possibly come from.

“Relax I just needed to pee and I definitely wasn’t gonna knock on the door.” He explained, holding his hands up. “Your mom asked me to drop this off for you. Happy birthday by the way.”

“Of course she did.” You muttered, because who else would she ask to drop off the car.

You sighed as you pulled up to the chateau, getting out of the car with a slam of the door.

“Woah, what did the car do to you?” JJ asked, coming from out back.

“Just a long day.” You mumbled walking up to him before smiling and giving your brother a hug.

♡♡♡

Your mom was still cooking in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring. She sighed and wiped her hands off on a towel before walking over to the front door. When she opened the door she saw Rafe pacing your porch, talking to himself as he held a bouquet of flowers.

“Hi Rafe.” She said gently, with a small smile.

“Hi Ms. Thornton.” He responded, slightly embarrassed that he was caught in the state he was. “I, uh, was looking for y/n.”

“Well, she’s not here right now, honey, but I can make sure she gets these when she comes back.”

“Oh, uh, o-okay.” He muttered, slightly holding the flowers out. “Well, I kind of had like a whole speech planned you know so…” He added, withdrawing the flowers back to his side.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to sit out here and wait for her. I just am not sure what time she’s gonna be back.”

“Oh.” Rafe mumbled, thinking for a second, before extending his hand out again with the flowers. If your mom gave them to you, he wouldn’t have to deal with the whole speech thing and you could just go on with your life. “Just make sure she gets them, please.” He said, before walking off and back towards the Cameron estate.

Your mom smiled as she shut the door before walking back into the kitchen.

“Secret admirer?” Doug asked, his eyes pointing to the flowers in her hand.

“They aren’t for me silly, they’re for y/n.” She explained with a smile, removing the flowers from the wrapping and adding them to a vase with water.

“Don’t tell me they’re from that Cameron boy.”

“Of course they are, Doug, who else would they be from?”

“Laura, you have got to give up on this whole ‘they’re destined for each other,’ thing. That boy has been nothing but trouble to her their entire lives.”

“He just likes her Doug, that’s all, and I think he has a hard time showing it.”

♡♡♡

“So, how are things going with you and John B?” You asked Kie with a smile as you both sat on the back porch of the chateau, the boys were out back building a fire.

“Things aren’t going that’s the problem.” She sighed, taking a hit from the blunt you two had rolled before handing it over to you.

“You know how serious he takes no pogue on pogue macking.” You responded, taking your own hit from the blunt, rolling your eyes at the stupid rule. “You just have to go up there and kiss him, Kie. It’s the only way he’s gonna see.”

“No, I don’t think it’s like that.” She sighed, looking down, playing with her fingers. “I mean, would it work on Rafe if you did that to him?” She was smiling as she looked at you.

“Oh, sweetie, I don’t even have to kiss him to get him where I want him.” You smiled back, patting her leg. You told her all about the night of the party and what happened this morning, how he called you baby.

“So are you guys gonna kiss and make up?” She laughed, taking the blunt back.

“Nope, I’m gonna make him wallow in self pity. He needs to know he doesn’t get me that easily. I’m in it to play the long game, Kie, I like what we have now, no need to complicate it.”

“What you have now? You mean constant fighting?”

“We’re not actually fighting, it’s just a stupid game we play.”

“So instead of having sex, you guys just say really mean things to each other?”

“Exactly.” You nodded with a big smile on your face.

“I don’t know, it seems like sex would be more enjoyable.”

“It seems that way, but I’m not giving into him that easily. I need him to suffer, just a little bit longer.”

You were laughing with Kie when you felt your phone vibrate, looking down at it you saw you had a text from Sarah.

hey are you still coming?

you sighed and typed out a quick ‘yeah for sure.’

“Alright, I have to get going, give the boys my love.” You said, standing from your spot.

“We’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Hopefully.”

You got in your car and made the drive back home. No music, just the windows down and your thoughts.

“Hi, Sweetie.” Your mom greeted you with a smile when you walked inside.

“Oh, Jesus.” You jumped, hand to your chest. “Mom, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that.”

“Sorry, it’s just I was so excited for you to come home.”

“Why?” You asked, narrowing your eyes as you looked at her.

“Because Rafe dropped something off.” She sounded giddy, like a little school girl as she made her way into the kitchen. And there you saw them, flowers. He actually got you flowers. And not those raggedy ones you would get at a grocery store, no these were nice floral shop flowers and they were all your favorites.

“Wow.” You said, looking down at them as you held them.

“That’s all you have to say? The boy dropped off flowers to your house. Hand delivered!”

“Mom, they’re flowers, it’s not like I’m gonna go over there and profess my love or whatever.”

“Why not?” Your mom whined, looking over at you.

“Okay, I’m going up to my room, I have to get ready to be at the Cameron’s in like five minutes.”

You sighed and grabbed the vase of flowers as you went up to your room. Opening the door to your balcony, you set them down on the little coffee table that was out there.

You quickly grabbed your outfit for the night and your makeup bag before running out the door, shouting ‘goodbye’s’ to everyone.

“Hey Top.” You said as you walked up the stairs to the Cameron’s house. He had gotten there at the same time as you, with cases of beer in his hands.

“Hey.” He muttered, trying to get the door open.

“Need some help?” You asked pushing the door open.

He mumbled a quiet ‘thanks’ and walked inside, setting the cases down in the kitchen.

“Is everything okay, Top?” You asked, lingering in the kitchen for a second.

“Oh, um, yeah. Just going through something with Sarah.” He sighed, starting to put the beer in the fridge.

“You know you can talk to me.”

“It’s just…It feels like she’s pulling away from me, you know?”

“Well have you talked to her about it? Like really talked to her?”

“Obviously, otherwise I wouldn’t be upset.” He said, looking at you like you just asked him the most absurd question.

“Right…Well I’m gonna go, I have to get ready.” You muttered, walking towards the stairs.

You walked into Sarah’s room, throwing your stuff onto her bed.

“Hey.” She said with a smile as she sat at her vanity getting ready.

“Hey.” You replied, sitting on her bed. “You know the weirdest thing happened today, Rafe came by my house and dropped off flowers. And he got me my favorite flowers.”

“Oh really?” Sarah asked, turning around to face you with the biggest smile on her face.

“You wouldn’t have anything to do with that would you?”

“Absolutely not.” She answered, turning around to resume her makeup. “Did he get you anything else?”

“No…Just flowers.”

“Of course.” She muttered applying her mascara.

♡♡♡

You held a drink in your hand as you walked through the party, trying to find Rafe. Of course he was sitting on the same couch he always sat on when there was a party at the Cameron estate. You sighed and sat next to him.

“Not having fun?” You questioned when you noticed the look on his face, poking his face playfully with your index finger.

“I’m having a great time.” He answered, taking a sip of his beer.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“We need to talk.” Rafe said, standing up from his spot on the couch. You sighed and stood up, putting your drink on the coffee table before grabbing his hand so he could lead you through the crowd. He squeezed your hand every once in a while to let you know he was still there, or at least to check you were still there.

You walked past Sarah who sent you a smile and thumbs up and you just shook your head, indicating it’s not what she thinks it is.

When you got to his room, he reluctantly dropped your hand before closing the door behind him. You stood in the middle of his room and crossed your arms over your chest.

“So, flowers.” You said, looking down at your feet. “How did you-”

“Look, I just want to say I’m sorry.” Rafe cut you off, rubbing his hands down his face. “What I said was not…Not nice.”

You looked up at Rafe with a cocked brow indicating you wanted him to continue.

“I shouldn’t have said anything about the way you dress or your boobs.” Rafe continued, looking at the ground as he fiddled with his fingers. For a second you relaxed your stance, dropping your arms to your side. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I thought we were joking around but I didn’t realize how upset you would be at what I said.”

“And this morning? When you said ‘trust me it was a one time thing.’”

“I just said that because I figured you were thinking it. I mean we fight like a lot, probably more than two people should, I figured you would only want it to be a one time thing.”

“Rafe, you have got to stop assuming things. Just because we fight a lot, and we do fight a lot, doesn’t mean I would be opposed to like a cuddle every once in a while.”

Rafe looked up at you, finally, with a smile on his face, he stepped closer to you and you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Doesn’t mean it’s happening tonight Cameron, you’ve thoroughly pissed me off.” You said before stepping out of his room, smiling to yourself with your head held high.

♡♡♡

“Well, it seems like both our girls are pissed at us.” Topper sighed, sitting in between Rafe and Kelce on the couch.

“So what you’re saying is, I have a chance with Ms. Thornton over there.” Kelce smiled, looking over at you.

“Not a fucking chance.” Rafe said, shooting a look towards Kelce. “Besides, I just made up with her, so you’re the only one in the doghouse buddy.”

“Like made up with words or did she finally let you hit it?” Kelce asked.

“Dude, gross.” Topper said, disgust growing evident on his face.

“With words you fucking idiot.” Rafe replied, smacking Kelce upside the head. “And flowers.”

“Wait, did you go to the flower shop across town that carries only those specific flowers she likes?” Topper asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Obviously.”

“Dude you’re so whipped it’s crazy.”

[bbradyskjei]

GONE

RAFE CAMERON X READER

synopsis: rafe promised to take care of you.

a/n: sofia and rafe aren’t together.

warnings: angst, heavy themes, heavy alcohol consumption, drunk driving

word count: 550

“come on, y/n just let it out.” Sofia’s words echoed in your head. you hadn’t drank this much in years. you swore on your life you would never even get close to alcohol again, yet here you were, getting comforted by Sofia on your own bed. a sob left your lips as you put your head in your hands. “i can’t.”

you felt her wrap a comforting arm around your shoulders. you glanced up at her face. pity. a new feeling you couldn’t put words too had begun to take over the last few months. all because of Rafe, your husband. he had promised to take care of you.

the picture of you and him smiling brightly at the camera rested on the bed, along with some other photographs. you let your hand grace one. your favorite. It was a picture of you on your very first date, at the beach. the sun shone bright behind you as his gaze held nothing but love. everything had changed now though.

“why, Sofia why” you cried out. your makeup long forgotten. your chest ached. nothing could fill the void anymore. why had he left you? you tightly clutched your shirt in your fist. his shirt. a vague scent of him making its way up your nose. she pulled you into her arms and held you tightly. “i don’t know” she whispered softly, “i don’t know y/n.” you sobbed, your heart hammered in your chest. rapid breaths could be heard in the otherwise quiet bedroom. you looked like shit, you had for the last few weeks. your bedroom didn’t look any better. your shared bedroom. the thought only made you sob more. bottles and tissues were scattered all over the room.

“i’m gonna go see him” you hiccuped, Sofia didn’t get a word in before you rushed out to your car. her cries of protest not quite reaching your ears. you could barely see the road, vision blurry from your tears, let alone the alcohol rushing in your veins worsening your vision. you paid no mind to the honking cars. swerving left and right. your mind was focused on Rafe. you let out small sniffs as you turned into the yard. throwing the door open your hands rubbed at your eyes, heavy breathes and fast pacing steps. you didn’t know where to look. everything was spinning, what would you say?

“Rafe” you whispered. finally you had found him. with your left hand in your pocket, clutching the photo of the two of you at the beach, you stepped towards him. “hey” you laughed lightly. that was your favorite thing about him. his laugh. it always seemed to make your day better. only this time he didn’t laugh back. only stared back at you with a smile. you leaned forward and put your forehead against the cold headstone. clutching the edge of it you put the photo down. sitting down on your knees you let your tears fall freely. there was nothing you could do. if only you had the chance to express your love for him one last time. only now had he become a memory. a beautiful white and cursive writing stared back at you.

In loving memory Rafe Cameron. Gone but never forgotten, our memories of you will be forever cherished. A loving son, brother and husband.