#obx kelce fanfiction

[witchwyfe]

the ugly sweater party | kook friend group

I pairing: platonic kook friend group x female reader, platonic (non-canon) rafe cameron x reader, platonic topper thornton x reader, platonic kelce x reader

I précis: ugly christmas sweater party with your friends!

I word count: 1,125

I content + warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, cursing, mentions of being drunk, mentions of throwing up

On Figure 8, any holiday was an excuse for all the college kids to come home and throw parties. You’d been to ragers the night before Thanksgiving for God’s Sake. You love Christmas time. You and your friends always end up drinking too much eggnog at a party and regretting it the next morning. But your favorite is when someone throws an ugly sweater party. You and your best friends have gone every year since high school, and this year would be no different.

“Alright, no complaining okay? I don’t want a repeat of Halloween.”

“We didn’t give you that hard of a time.” Rafe whines, scowling.

“We didn’t, you did.” Kelce reminds him, nudging his side. 

“Shut up.”

“Anyway,” You cut off their bickering before it can fully start, glaring at the boys. “This year, I picked them out, and—”

“How is that any different, you pick them every year?”

“Because no one else ever offers to pick.” You narrow your eyes. “Remember two years ago when I let Rafe be in charge?” You wonder. 

“It wasn’t that—”

“You wrote merry x-mas on a white t-shirt in sharpie.” You cut him off. “That was so fucking stupid.”

“We didn’t even get top three for best sweater.” Kelce frowns, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Anyway,” You start again. “Imagine if I could speak without getting interrupted. I was going to say that Kelce and I picked them together.” Kelce smiles, moving off the couch so he can sit by you. 

You pull out two large bags, giggling slightly. “Oh-kay,” You say slowly. “Who wants to see?”

You and Kelce share a look, matching grins on your faces. You nod at Kelce, watching as he hands a folded sweater to Rafe and to Topper.

“Santa’s nice little boy?” Topper splutters—incredulous. You and Kelce burst into laughter, leaning against each other.

“Santa’s naughty little boy?” Rafe says, flipping the sweater around and holding it to his chest. 

“You guys can switch if you want,” You manage between laughs. “But Kelce and I thought those would suit you pretty well.”

“Are these baby clothes?” Topper wonders seriously. The writing on the white sweaters does in fact, emulate Christmas onesies that say things like—my first Christmas—Kelce went above and beyond finding the design your own sweater site.

“This sounds so wrong,” Rafe frowns, shaking his head. “That’s fucking messed up.”

Kelce is practically cackling now, laying on the carpet. 

“What do yours look like?” Topper wonders, glaring at you.

“Oh!” You giggle, nudging Kelce again. You pull two more white sweaters out, checking the tags before handing the correct one to Kelce.

You unfold them, unveiling the matching sweaters to Rafe and Topper. Yours says Merry in red cursive, Kelce’s says Christmas in green. 

“They go together!” You say, tone saccharine. “Just like yours do!”

“What the hell?” Rafe complains. “How is that fair?”

“Think of it as payback for the sharpie incident.” You grin, laughing evilly with Kelce. 

“You didn’t want to help pick them out.” Kelce points out. “And we asked. Many times.”

“What was it you said, Top?” You wonder, furrowing your eyebrows. “’I don’t care what they are, just pick them. I don’t have time for this shit.’”

Topper’s face reddens, the sweater falling limply in his lap. 

“We wanted to do those big sweaters, like the two-person ones, but a four person.” Kelce says. “But we decided not to, because we knew y’all would hate that.”

“That would have been hilarious, come on.” You grin, looking to Kelce who nods in agreement.

“Thank you?” Rafe says like it’s a question. “Don’t know if I should be saying thank you for something that alludes to me having an inappropriate relationship with santa.”

“Hey, you said it, not us.”

“Come on guys, we’re gonna be late!” You call up the stairs. The four of you decided to pregame at Topper’s house, since his parents were out of town. 

It ended up being much less of a pregame and much more of a listen to Rafe whine about the sweater he hadn’t even put on yet. You and Kelce had each taken a shot of peppermint schnapps though! In an attempt at Christmas spirit. 

You and Kelce went all out, deciding to match your whole outfits—ripped jeans and Converse—to pair with the sweaters. 

Finally, Rafe and Topper trudge down the stairs, Rafe quite literally dragging his feet, his footsteps reverberating on the staircase.

“Oh, look at that!” You coo exaggeratedly, placing a hand on your heart. “My boys, looking so cute!”

Topper gives you a dirty look, Rafe muttering curses under his breath. Kelce snickers at their obvious disdain, even more so when you share a look with him.

“I’m never forgiving you guys for this,” Rafe declares, looking between you and Kelce. “Just so you know.”

“Oh no,” Kelce feigns a pout. “____, he said he’s not gonna forgive us for this.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rafe groans, effectively cutting off whatever snarky comment you were preparing to make.

“Okay, whatever, no more complaining.” You announce, giving pointed looks to Rafe and Topper. “You’re so grumpy, Rafe, we just need to get some eggnog in you,” You giggle, happy when a smile—albeit a small one—finally makes its way onto his face.

“Alright boys, get together so I can take a picture!” You giggle, whipping your phone out of your pocket. 

“Get closer together,” You scold. “Rafael, smile for God’s sake.”

“Please, enough with the mom photos, can we please go now?”

“Someone grab my hand, please!” You whine. “I can’t walk without a hand.”

Rafe sighs, holding his hand out for you to take. Topper has his arm around Kelce, trying to guide him to the car.

“____, come on sweetheart, we need to get you in the car.” Rafe says, tugging your arm gently. 

“Want a snack,” You whine again, leaning all of your body weight onto Rafe. “I’m so hungry.”

“If we get into the car, we can go and get something.” 

“By the way,” Kelce is slurring his words as he turns to face you and Rafe. “____ and I are picking the sweaters every year. First place in the ugly sweater competition, baby!” He cheers.

You squeal gleefully, pumping a fist in the air. 

Topper is mid-pushing Kelce into the car when he jerks away, bee-lining for a nearby bush. He’s emptying his stomach, bent over at the waist.

“Aw, Kelcey,” You coo, rushing over to him. Despite your intent to comfort him, the second you’re close enough, you’re throwing up as well. 

“Every fucking year.” Topper sighs, shaking his head.

“Merry Christmas.” Rafe laughs, rubbing your back.

© witchwyfe 2022. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[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.

[miazetomer]

Heartless | Rafe Cameron - Masterlist

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Epilogue

[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.

[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.

[tvmblrluv]

kook moodboard

[somethingswift19]

Your Couples Halloween Costume (Happy All Hallows Eve Everyone!)

Btw my lovelies sorry for disappearing!! But I’m BACK!! And the new season? Tell me your thoughts!!!

John B: Pirate and Dark Siren

JJ: Prisoner and Sexy Cop

Pope: Spider-Man and Gwen

Barry: Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson

Rafe: Hugh Hefner and Playboy Bunny

Kelce: Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift

Topper: Barbie and Ken

Kiara: 60s Hotties

Sarah: Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn

Cleo: Calypso (Pirates of the Caribbean) and ocean blue Mermaid

[kjwritesalot]

- 🎀 -

someone roll a blunt and call rafe, topper, and kelce🍃

[tainted-red]

Careful.

Part one.

TWS: Smut, Language, Dub con, Threesum.

Summary: Y/n and her best friends have to share a room for a school trip.

Gosh you loved your friends.

If some guy wouldn't take a hint, Your friends would beat his ass. If you felt sad, Your friends would comfort you. If you were bored, your friends would entertain you.

They cared about you more than your parents.

Sure you were the girl of the group. But it didn't matter to them. They would still fight you, your losing was inedible. They talked to you about girl shit, and you gave them good advice.

You were currently on a boat and you and the whole school would taking the a boat to Mexico for a special school trip. Something about the school grade having all student get up to 90%.

You get to share a room with your best friend's.

Rafe Cameron your best friend since middle school. He bought you a slice of pizza since you had no lunch, and ever since then you became besties.

He was the relaxed one, didn't care about any girl besides you. If you need someone to watch a movie with, he's your guy.

Kelce Leroy, you met him in your homeroom in grade 9, he worked with you on a project with Rafe, and you all became a group since then.

He was the more fun one, always on your hip about letting loose. Being cool.

Topper Thorton, you met him at summer camp in grade six. You became close because he picked up all your period products in grade 6.

A bunch of boys thought it would be funny to go through your bag, they through around your pads and embarrassed you. Making you cry. Topper picked up all your stuff and comforted you.

He was the more caring one. Always saying you can talk to him if you need to. He was basically the mom of the group or dad.

It was perfect cause you were the more rebellious one. Always trying to start something.

Kelce cheering you on, Rafe laughing on the side, and topper trying to stop it.

You are a kook. They liked that, more like Rafe did.

You were currently sitting with Rafe and Kelce as Toppee fetched you some drinks.

“I think I'm gonna ask Jj out” You decide “No, he's a pogue Y/n” Rafe rolled his eyes.

“So what. I'm tired of these stupid restrictions you make. He's nice and hot” You giggle.

“He's dirty as well as his Pogue friends. But Rafe didn't you kiss Kiara in like 9th grade?” Kelce reminds us.

“Oh yeah, I remember. Everyone thought you were weird cause she was two years younger” You laugh with Kelce.

“You dared me to” Rafe remarks.

“Cause she was in love with you, Sarah told me” You shrug.

Topper finally returns to us “here I got diet coke y/n, Sprite for Kelce and Water for Rafe” Topper said handing his stuff when he said our names.

We all thanked Topper.

“They said we will be in Mexico in like an hour from now, Mrs trench said were all sharing a room In the hotel” you told them.

“Two beds” you added.

“I ain't sharing a bed with you guys that's gay” Kelce fake gagged.

“Don't be homophobic. I have to share a bed with one of you guys, so I'm the one losing here” you scoff.

“Nose goes” Kelce shouts as he puts his finger on his nose, the other guys doing it as well.

Rafe doing it last “Hah you two have to share a bed” Kelce laughed.

You slapped him lightly on the chest.

“Why don't you guys just do something fair? Or sleep in a different room” You suggest.

“Mr. Kenneth said if he says anyone sneaking around there expelled” Topper buds in.

“How about we race” Rafe proposes to the boys.

“Why don't I have a choice in this? It's my personal space” you argue.

They all turn to me “Fine, Y/n can pick” Rafe grunts.

“Whoever is nicest to me all day can” You establish.

“Easy” Topper chuckles.

Rafe grabs my coke and opens it for you “Would you like me to hold it for you while you drink, your highness” Rafe half-jokes.

“Yes, peasant” you giggle.

He lightly tilts your chin up, slowly pouring the cold liquid into your mouth.

He stops and lets go of me “thank you kind sir” you wink at him.

“Anything for you” Rafe clicks his tongue.

“Would you like me to spit in your mouth? What the fuck was that guys? So sexual” Kelce lets out a deep chuckle.

“Watch it” Rafe warns him.

“Yes daddy” Kelce fake moans.

Causing us to laugh, besides Rafe.

Rafe leans towards my ear “if you don't fucking pick me ill ignore you for a while” Rafe gives notice to you.

He leans back out and smiles at everyone.

This is going to be a long trip.

“Anyways y/n, Kayla wants to talk to you. Something about her dead dog” Topper just now tells you.

You get up and smile at the boys “I'll be back. Next time tell me sooner” I look topper in the eyes “Yeah sorry” he apologises.

You pat him on the back as you walk away.

Hours have past now.

You and the guys were finally in the bedroom “So who is it y/n?” Topper asks, sitting on the bed beside you.

“Um I chose Rafe” You huff.

“Seriously, I gave you a foot massage y/n” Kelce shouts “Yeah and I carried you all day” Topper reminds me.

Standing up, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Sorry but Rafe did buy me that necklace” You shrug.

“Whatever. Mine as well suck his dick y/n” Kelce mutters.

“Fuck off. You have to share a bed with topper loser” you shout while fake laughing.

“That's it. I'm sleeping on the floor” Kelce sniffs.

“What's so bad about me” Topper asks.

“Nothing he just doesn't wanna” you shrug.

Rafe gets on the left side of the bed, laying down.

Kelce grabs a blanket and pillow and the remote.

Turning on sponge bob SquarePants.

You lay down beside Rafe facing him.

“Thank you y/n” He smiles at you, cupping your face “Thank you for the necklace. It's beautiful” You smile back.

He slowly leans in, lightly kissing your check.

Then kissing all over your head.

He started to playfully fight with you.

He pins you down and starts to tickle you, laughter screaming out of your mouth.

“Rafe- Stop- I can't breath” you wheeze.

He stops tickling you.

You catch your breath and somehow end up on top of him.

Attempting to tickle him “you forgot I'm not ticklish” Rafe licks his upper lip.

Placing his hands on your hips.

Slowly making you grind on him.

“Stop Rafe- we can get caught” You whisper.

“Let them watch” Rafe smirks.

Making you go faster.

Catching the eye of kelce “Ayo, what are you guys doing?” Kelce shouts while laughing.

Sure I made out with the guys sometimes. But usually nothing like this. I only once got to second base with Kelce. We were both very drunk.

“You guys having sex?” kelce asks, getting up.

Topper now turned over looking at us.

“No guys just having some fun” You laugh.

Rafe groaning beneath you.

“Let me join babe” Kelce jokes.

Suddenly Rafe tugs on your shirt. You take it off, throwing it on the floor.

Rafe smiles at your body. Getting harder under you.

“Oh shit. Real-life porn” Kelce laughs.

“Come here Kelce” You giggle.

Getting off Rafe.

Kelce sits on the bed and you push him down.

Taking off his shirt, crawling on top of him.

“Your so hot” kelce groans.

You kiss his stomach up to his neck, licking up to his ear lobe.

“Can I suck your dick in front of them” I whisper in his ear, lightly biting the lobe of his ear.

“Yes Miss” Kelce smirks.

You go on your knees in front of him.

Sliding his pants down, playing with the bulge in his boxers.

Rafe goes behind you and starts to kiss down your neck. Unclipping your bra.

“Can I fuck you y/n” Rafe asks.

“Yes” You moan as he dry humps you.

Rafe takes off his pants and slips off your shorts.

“Seriously, in front of me guys,” Topper complains.

“Come here then” you moan.

Topper quickly gets off the bed running to your side.

“How can I include you” You moan as Rafe snaps his hips into you.

You pull down kelce boxers. Stroking him slowly.

“Can I just watch? Maybe record” Topper requests.

“Fine” You groan.

You start to take kelce inside your mouth.

Topper gets his phone and starts to record “If you show anyone this ill fucking kill you topper” Rafe grunts.

“Yes I know, it's just for us” He smirks. Slowly jerking himself off.

You bob your head vastly for kelce, and grind on Rafe as he slams into you.

“I'm gonna cum” Kelce groans, gripping the bed sheets.

You felt him twitch in your mouth then liquid hit your throat.

You go slow letting him get off his high.

He gets up watching you swallow all of his cum.

“Gosh, you're so perfect y/n” Rafe hissed as he slams inside your pussy.

You felt your climax build up as he said that.

He starts to rub your clit in circular motion.

“Fuck Rafe- don't stop” You whimper.

You felt your legs go numb as you came all over him.

With a few more bucks he pulls out and cums all over your back.

Letting you catch your breath. Rafe then offers “Come on, we're gonna get you clean”.

He picks you up with the boys behind you.

Rafe runs the bath water and places you in it “Find some soap” Rafe demands.

Topper looks around and finds a little bottle of bubble bath, Rafe adds it to the water. Creating bubbles in the water.

“Thank you” You smile at Rafe “Get washed then we're gonna watch some movies order food and cuddle” Rafe lights up a candle.

Rafe made this all worth it.

[witchwyfe]

best way to spend a summer day - kook friend group

pairing - (non-canon) platonic!kook friend group x female reader, (non canon) platonic!rafe cameron x female reader, (non canon) platonic!topper thornton x female reader, (non canon) platonic!kelce x female reader

précis - golfing with the boys!

content/warnings - mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, mentions of food, mentions of eating, language

word count - 818

"What if we--"

"No."

"Please!"

"No."

"Please angel, we'll only do 9 holes and then buy you lunch after." Topper, ever the mediator, offers.

"You were gonna buy me lunch anyway."

Rafe rolls his eyes and you snicker, leaning back in the lounge chair you're resting in.

"I just don't understand why this how y'all want to spend your time. Kelce's internship and Rafe's study abroad start in one month, we're wasting our one month of summer by fucking hitting balls on grass."

You're met with three glares and simultaneous responses.

"Okay, you can't say 'we' if you haven't even been going."

"There is way more technique than just hitting balls."

"Hey!"

"And what would you suggest we do then, mamas?" Kelce asks, raising an eyebrow over his sunglasses. 

Your face warms at being put on the spot, three gazes stuck patiently on you.

"I don't know, shopping on the mainland, movie nights, brunch at the island club--"

"You can have island club drinks on the golf cart!" Rafe exclaims, throwing his arms up before slapping them at his sides. "And we'll get brunch afterwards."

You sigh dramatically. "9 holes? Not 18?"

Rafe smiles, knowing they've already won. "Of course."

Topper picks you up bright and early the next morning, Rafe and Kelce already packed into the backseat with one set of clubs, the other two in the trunk.

"Morning boys." You smile sarcastically, climbing into the front passenger seat.

"Good morning mamas." Kelce smiles. "Thank you for coming."

"Hm, y'all better make it worth my while." You joke.

"Getting to spend time with your best friends isn't worth it?" Rafe asks, feigning offense.

"Shut up," You groan. "You guys know I love you. Even when you make me golf."

They all made a big deal about your new Lululemon golf dress, and promise to take cute pictures of you in the golf cart, all by the time you pull up to the country club.

You juggle your sunglasses, phone, and water bottle once Rafe opens the door for you.

"Thank you Rafe," You smile, reaching up to pinch his cheeks. "You're such a gentleman."

You wait with Kelce while the other two go to get the cart. You let their clubs stay propped up against your legs so that don't fall to the ground.

Topper takes the purple Stanley--that he got you for Christmas--from your hands and sets it into the cup holder. You help them load up their clubs then you're making yourself comfortable in the front again.

"Do they sell cocktails at the beverage carts?" You wonder. "Or should I grab one now before we go?"

"Think they only sell beer, babe." Kelce frowns. "And they don't allow open cups on the course."

You groan, leaning your head back. Rafe digs around in his golf bag, brandishing a small bottle of champagne.

"Don't worry bestie girl, we didn't forget about you." He smiles, shoving the bottle back inside. "Gonna get you some orange juice from the bev cart and you can make a mimosa."

"Rafe!" You cry, throwing your arms around him. "You're the best!"

"I know, I know," He smirks. "Aren't you glad you came with us, now?"

"I guess," You grumble, playfully rolling your eyes.

You sit comfortably in the golf cart, while your friends play, sipping on the mimosa Rafe mixed you, scrolling on social media, and occasionally reminding the boys to reapply their sunscreen.

Kelce even dragged you out to take a swing and they all cheered you on when you failed miserably, taking a sloppy bow before skipping back to the golf cart.

Once you’re back at the club, seated at your favorite table, you’re lightly clasping your mimosa glass in your hand—this one prepared by your waiter and not Rafe with his Blender bottle.

“I think it tasted better when you made it, Rafe.” You frown, taking another sip anyway.

“'Course it did.” He grins smugly. 

You pull a lip gloss from the handy pocket in your golf outfit, coating a thick layer over your lips. You take your napkin and work it over the rim of your glass too, even though you'll get more gloss stuck to it on your next sip.

"You're just one of the boys, aren't you?" Topper teases, just to mess with you.

You cap your gloss and set it on the table, narrowing your eyes into a glare at Topper. "No, I am not."

 "Yeah, she's like our bratty little sister." Rafe pipes up, reaching over the table to steal a handful of your fries. 

"Yeah, I'm the bratty one." You smack Rafe's hand, grinning when he whines. "And I'm literally older than you, Rafe."

"By like two months!" He argues.

"Okay and?" You retort. "Still older."

He makes a point by stealing more of your fries.

"Brat. You know you're the one paying for those, right?"

© witchwyfe 2023. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Outer banks x RJ social media au

[venuslcver]

RAFE CAMERON

imagines and headcannons

⋆ RELENTLESS — pushyex!rafe x kook!reader

⋆ RELENTLESS PT. 2 — pushyex!rafe x kook!reader

⋆ RELENTLESS PT. 3 — pushyex!rafe x kook!reader

⋆ RELENTLESS PT. 4 — pushyex!rafe x kook!reader

⋆ FIRST TIMES — virgin!rafe x bestfriend!reader

SARAH CAMERON

imagines and headcannons

⋆ JUST FRIENDS — bestfriend!sarah x kook!reader

⋆ JUST FRIENDS PT. 2 — bestfriend!sarah x kook!reader

JJ MAYBANK

imagines and headcannons

⋆ DATING — pogue!jj x kook!reader

⋆ WITHIN SCHOOL WALLS — academicweapon!jj x rival!reader

⋆ WITHIN SCHOOL WALLS PT. 2 — academicweapon!jj x rival!reader

POPE HEYWARD

imagines and headcannons

⋆ HIGH BY THE BEACH — boyfriend!pope x carefreekook!reader

[miazetomer]

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

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

Summary: You were back on Kildare after two years. You were able to finish your business degree at UNC Chapel Hill in just two years after earning enough college credits in high school. But, you came back as a force to be reckoned with. You had your own very successful development company which just so happened to be Cameron Development’s newest competition. Two years later and you’re still finding ways to get under Rafe’s skin.

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♡♡♡

You groaned as you felt your phone vibrating under your pillow, waking you up from your dreamless slumber. You checked the time quickly before you picked up the call from John B.

“John B Routledge, do you know what time it is?” You said as soon as you picked up the phone, your morning voice doing very little to hide your annoyance.

“I know I’m sorry, y/n, but I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important.” John B sounded panicked on the other line, making you sit up so fast you thought you were going to get whiplash.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, already getting out of bed and throwing whatever t-shirt on that you could find in your closet and a pair of shorts.

“It’s JJ, he got hurt.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You said before hanging up. You slid on your closest pair of shoes and ran downstairs grabbing the keys to your car.

You raced to the hospital, every possibility running through your head as to what could have happened and the worst possible outcomes. You were just glad you got JJ on your insurance as soon as you could.

You pulled into the parking lot, not bothering to lock your car as you ran inside.

“Where is JJ Maybank?” You asked the nurse at the front desk.

“Are you family?” The nurse asked, cocking an eyebrow at you as she looked up from whatever paperwork she was doing.

“No, I’ve just decided to come to the hospital at the ass crack of dawn to see a stranger.” You were pissed that she would even ask the question, you thought the urgency of your question was evidence enough that you were here to see family. “Yes, yes he’s my little brother.”

“Y/n.” John B said, stepping out into the waiting room. He looked worried and it only made you panic more.

“Oh, John B, thank God. Tell this woman I’m JJ’s sister.”

“She’s good, she’s good.” John B told the nurse as he ushered you back to where JJ was. “Kie’s here, too.”

When you got to the bariatric chamber room you couldn’t believe your eyes. Your brother sat up and sent you a small smile and wave, like he knew he would be in trouble when he got out. Now that you were certain your brother was okay, you were mad. You turned to John B with your arms crossed.

“You are gonna tell me what the hell happened in explicit detail. Do you understand me, John B?” You said, jabbing your finger into John B’s chest.

“Okay, well this old guy approached us to find this like really old amulet on Blackbeard’s ship off of the coast of Goat Island-” John B started, but you cut him off before he could continue.

“Blackbeard’s ship? The one that’s eighty feet below the surface? The one that’s protected by the Coast Guard?” You could feel yourself getting more angry as John B continued explaining how JJ ended up in the hospital.

“Well, yes, but anyways, we got the coordinates of the ship and we went out there last night and JJ and Kie decided to dive to find the amulet. But, when they got down there someone else showed up and-and attacked them-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“A guy attacked them and they couldn’t stop at their safe spot for three minutes and they came up too quick and they sort of got the bends.”

“I told you to stop the treasure hunting. I told you it was dangerous, John B. You’ve finally been able to settle down and start a business and now you’re back throwing yourself into danger! I mean what on God’s green Earth could have possessed you to take this job?”

“That’s the other thing…JJ kind of bet our last gold nugget on himself at the Enduro, which we were gonna use to pay our property taxes, but since he lost, we kind of have no money to pay our property taxes.”

“Why…why did you not just come ask me for help? I mean I would’ve given you the money. How much is it?”

“Thirteen thousand…”

“Are you fucking kidding me, John B? I spend more than that in a weekend in Paris! Why did you not just come to me?”

“Because, we want to do this on your own. This is our chance to show everyone how serious we are.”

“And you’re willing to put your lives on the line for that? God, do you people ever think? Did you even get the amulet?”

“Yes, yes, we did.” John B said, a smile starting to spread across his face.

“Good, because as soon as Kie and JJ get out of here you are taking that fucking thing to the old man on Goat Island and getting your money. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

“Text me when they’re out.” You muttered, taking one last look at your brother and Kie before leaving.

♡♡♡

You sat in your office, finally reading that contract Mark sent over.

“Yeah, this is great Mark, I’ll sign everything as soon as we get off the phone.” You said into your phone. “Mark, I really don’t want to talk about us right now.”

“Ms. Thornton.” Lily announced herself, walking into your office.

“I gotta go.” You sighed, hanging up your phone. “What’s up?”

“Um, Mr. Cameron is here, he’s pretty insistent that he sees you.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You said, looking at your phone.

“I’m taking the deal with Hollis.” Rafe announced as soon as the door shut behind him.

“What? Why?” You asked, putting your phone down.

“I talked to Sofia-”

“Oh my God.” You chuckled cutting him off. “So now you’re taking business advice from her? Tell me where did she get her business degree? Oh, wait, that’s right she doesn’t have one.”

“She just said she thought it would be a good idea, a good opportunity.”

“Did she also say it was great chance to make friends and collaborate with your peers?” You said, the sarcasm dripping off your voice.

“God, what is your problem?”

“What’s my problem? I’m looking out for you Rafe! A random woman, who we haven’t seen in years, suddenly comes up to us and offers this ‘amazing’ business opportunity, demanding two hundred thousand dollars, with no business plans, no contracts, she wants everything done under the table. And you think it’s a good idea all of a sudden because your girlfriend told you so? Why are you even here telling me this?”

“Because…”

Rafe knew why he was here. He wanted you to talk him out of it. He wanted you to tell him that you needed him for the offer the two of you were gonna put on Goat Island. God, he just wanted to hear that you needed him.

“You can’t even tell me why you’re here. You know what, do whatever you want Rafe, I’m going through with the offer, with or without you.”

Your words broke Rafe a little. You had needed Rafe for so long, you each thrived off one another’s presence, he knew it and you knew it. But, now that you didn’t need him anymore, that you could live without him in your life, it broke his heart just the littlest bit.

But, the truth was you did need him, you wanted him, but you couldn’t admit that yourself, much less to Rafe.

“Oh, and, Rafe, if you tell Hollis, or even suggest to her that I’m putting an offer on Goat Island, you will never see me or hear from me again.”

It was an empty threat, you knew and Rafe knew that if he told Hollis, you would march right up to him and tear him a new one. Because, like Rafe said, fighting was your love language.

♡♡♡

“Hey.” You said to Sarah with a smile as you walked into Poguelandia. “I got your text, is everything okay?”

“Do you know what this is?” Sarah asked, handing you a piece of paper. “Some guy just handed it to us and we have no idea what it means.”

You took one look at the paper and saw zone change.

“Well you royally pissed someone off, and you’re gonna need a lot more than thirteen thousand dollars.” You explained, tossing the paper down on the counter. “I can try talking to my grandfather, but everyone knows Topper’s his favorite. I can’t make any promises, especially since I would be asking for a favor for pogues.”

“Wow, thanks.” Sarah muttered.

“You know that’s not what I meant. He’s gonna see what the zone is for and that it has to do with The Cut. I’m just saying I can’t make any promises.”

“Thank you, y/n, truly.”

♡♡♡

You paced around your living room as you fought on the phone with your grandfather, Judge Thornton, about this stupid zoning thing. Everyone was out of the house, so it was just you.

“I gotta go.” You muttered when you heard someone knock on the front door. You hung up the phone and opened the door. “What are you doing here, Rafe?”

He was obviously drunk, he could barely stand up straight.

“Ugh, you smell like the bar.” You grimaced, looking over him.

“I-I came to talk to you.” He slurred, leaning one arm against the doorframe as the rest of his body slumped over.

“You need coffee.” You said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leading him inside. You shut the door behind you and made your way to the kitchen, sitting Rafe down in a chair at the counter. “Please tell me you didn’t drive here.”

“I didn’t. Sofia did.” Rafe hiccuped, leaning his head down on the counter.

“Sofia drove you here? Willingly?” Your eyebrows shot up in shock as you started brewing the cup of coffee for Rafe.

“Yup.” He responded, popping the ‘p’ at the end.

“Drink this and then I’m taking you back to your house.” You handed Rafe the cup of coffee and he just stared at it.

“I don’t want to go there.” He muttered.

“Rafe, you can’t stay here.”

“Why?”

“B-because, you know why. It’ll just make things more confusing than they already are.”

“But that’s what you like though. Confusing, irritating, complicated things. That’s why things didn’t work between you and that Mark guy, right? He was too nice?”

“H-how do you know about Mark?” You asked, your face faltering.

“Please, your mom’s the biggest loud mouth once you get a few drinks in her.”

“You fed my mom alcohol to find out information about my personal life?” Your voice sounded annoyed, but really you found it almost comforting that Rafe was still so interested in you that he went through your mom to find out even the smallest details about your life when you were away for school.

“It didn’t take much, Laura really is a lightweight.” He chuckled. “At first she would talk about how she thought you and I would get married one day and that when we broke up a piece of her died that day. You know, it really was nice of you not to tell her the full story.”

“I didn’t want you thrown in jail for the rest of your life, Rafe.” You sighed and looked down at your hands.

“I knew it. I knew a piece of you still cared about me.”

“Of course I still care about you Rafe, God, I’ve known you practically my entire life and you thought I was just gonna stop caring about you?”

“Then why didn’t you reach out to me? Why didn’t you come home once?”

“Because Rafe I needed time away from you, away from these people, away from this place. I needed to find out who I was before I felt like I could come back.”

“Did you? Did you find out who you were?”

“Yeah, I did, actually. Someone who doesn’t need you anymore.”

You watched as Rafe stood and moved in front of you, placing his hands on the counter on either side of you, practically trapping you in place.

“Are you sure?” His voice was barely above a whisper. He was so close to you, you thought you were going to lose every bit of sanity and strength you had left.

“Absolutely positive.” Your voice came out a bit shakier than you would’ve liked but you were just glad you could get the words out.

“You don’t want this at all?”

You closed your eyes for a second before coming to your senses. Rafe was right about one thing: you did like the confusion, the irritation, the complications of it all. He always knew you like that, he knew you too well.

You put your hands on Rafe’s chest, hesitating for a second, before you lightly pushed him away from you.

“No bad decisions, remember?” You said quietly, recalling your own words from that night two years ago when the two of you kissed for the first time, the first time you showered together, the first time he saw you naked.

“Yet, somehow, whenever I’m around you, I only make bad decisions.” Rafe said quietly, staring at your lips.

“Come on, we need to get you to bed.” You grabbed Rafe’s hand and pulled him towards the stairs, turning the light off in the kitchen in the process.

“So I can stay here tonight?” Rafe’s voice sounded hopeful as he let you pull him up the stairs.

“Only because I don’t feel like having to get you over to your house. Trust me, I would much rather just hand you off to Sofia, but I’ve decided to be nice tonight.”

“Fuck that bitch.” Rafe muttered, looking at the ground.

“Nope, those are mean words and we don’t talk about women like that.” You corrected him.

When you reached your room, you could see Sofia standing on Rafe’s balcony through your window.

“Shit.” You whispered, stopping for a second. “Get down.” You pulled Rafe to the ground with you, squatting just outside your bedroom door.

“What? What?” He asked in a panicked whisper, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Just wait here.” You whispered before you crawled into your room. You closed your curtains painfully slow, trying to not get Sofia to notice that you were closing them, because you figured if she saw you close them then that you meant you had something to hide. And, truly, you did. You were about to let Rafe Cameron sleep in your bed, with you.

You stood up slowly and made your way out to your balcony.

“Oh, hey.” You said to Sofia with a small smile, feigning surprise.

“Hey.” She responded, before sighing. “Is Rafe still over there?”

“Oh, yeah, he kinda passed out in my living room.” You chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Sorry, I kind of dropped him on you. He was insistent that he saw you. Like, he wouldn’t get out of the car unless I let him go over to your house. I tried to tell him that you didn’t want to be bothered.”

“It’s fine, I’ve dealt with my fair share of drunk people passed out in my living room.”

“Was he…Was he like this with you?”

“Well, not really. He did kill someone six months into our relationship, so different circumstances.”

“Is that the reason why you broke up? Because he killed Peterkin?”

“It-it was a big factor, yeah.”

“Well, I should head inside, get some sleep.” She said, before turning around.

“He’s not a bad guy, he’s just been dealt a bad set of cards.” You told Sofia, sending her a small smile, before heading back into your own room.

“Is it safe?” Rafe whispered peaking his head into your room from the hallway.

“Yes, it’s safe.” You sighed, turning on your closet light so there was at least some light in the room. “Sit.” You pointed Rafe towards the bed and went back into your closet, trying to find a shirt for him. You pulled the shirt from the first night you slept in his room out and threw it on the bed.

“You still have this?” Rafe smiled as he picked up the shirt.

“Well, I was planning on burning it, but I just never quite got around to it.” You said from the closet as you searched for a pair of Rafe’s old sweatpants that you knew you had in here somewhere. When you finally found them, you turned the light off in the closet and went back into your room, where you found Rafe struggling to unbutton his shirt. You smacked his hands away and started unbuttoning his shirt for him. “It always was my favorite, though.” You muttered, before taking his shirt off and tossing it onto your desk chair.

“At least take me to dinner first, Thornton.” Rafe joked, and you tried hard to hide your smile.

You helped Rafe pull the shirt on over his head and Rafe kicked off his shoes. “Up.” You helped Rafe stand up off the bed. “Think you can handle your belt?”

“I want you to do it.” He said quietly, looking down at you. You closed your eyes and sighed before making quick work of his belt, adding it to the desk chair pile.

“You know she cares about you, a lot.” You muttered as Rafe took off his pants and pulled on the sweats you found.

“Who?”

“You know who I’m talking about.” You said, walking back into your closet to find yourself something to wear. You changed quickly and went back into your room.

“Do you like her?” Rafe asked, sitting back down on your bed.

“Does it matter?” You stood next your bed, taking your jewelry off and throwing it into a little bowl on your bedside table.

“Do you like her?” Rafe repeated, grabbing your waist to force you to look at him.

“No.” You answered honestly, looking down at Rafe.

“Why?” His grip on your waist tightened a little bit.

“You know why, Rafe.” Your voice was the one barely above a whisper now. You knew why you didn’t like Sofia. It had nothing to do with her as a person, Rafe knew that. It had everything to do with the fact that she was who he called ‘baby’ now. That she was the person who slept in his bed at night, not you.

“I want you to say it.” Rafe pulled you in between his legs and your hands went his shoulders. “Say those three little words and I’m all yours.”

“Rafe…” You said quietly, looking down at him. You wanted nothing more than to say those three words, to tell him that you loved him. “Go to sleep.”

You stepped back away from Rafe and he dropped his hands from your waist.

“We agreed, no bad decisions.” You muttered, pulling back the covers for Rafe.

“No, no you said we wouldn’t make any bad decisions.” Rafe said, moving to lay down in the bed and you pulled the covers over him.

“Exactly, we agreed.” You walked over to the other side of the bed and climbed in, keeping your distance from Rafe. Rafe watched you carefully, never taking his eyes off of you. “Go to sleep, you creep.” You joked, pushing his face away from you.

“But, it’s so cold and lonely over here.” Rafe whined. He always did get so needy when he was drunk and tired.

“Fine, but you can hold my hand and that’s it.” You huffed, lacing your fingers through his. Rafe took this opportunity to pull you closer to him, so close you were practically lying on top of him. “Rafe.” You warned, but you weren’t moving away from him.

“We’re just holding hands.”

“I’m lying on top of you.” You said flatly, looking up at him.

“Yeah, and I can tell you aren’t wearing a bra.” He smirked.

“Go to sleep, you perv.” You muttered into Rafe’s chest.

You forgot how comforting Rafe’s hold on you was, lulling you to sleep quickly.

[granddaughterofdemeter]

Moth to a Flame

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Keeping up with the Camerons

There’s five of them (1 girl 4 boys) and they’re all idiots keep that in mind 🥰🫶🏻

Any recs let me know (I’m really bad at this stuff if you couldn’t tell) just remember they’re all weirdos with no self awareness 😘