#rafe cameron universe

[itneverendshere]

I love pogue!reader and rafe sm. I’m so excited every time you post them ❤️ what if reader realizes she’s really falling for rafe and it’s getting serious so she’s tries to self sabotage and end it. She’s thinking he’s THE kook and she’s a pogue. It can’t last and she won’t survive that heartbreak. so rafe starts to panic but then realizes what’s she’s doing by ending it so he’s just like lol no nice try I’m not going anywhere

 i would follow you home - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe) word count: 3.1k

hope you enjoy, i love them too 🩵

It was mid-afternoon, that quiet lull between lunch and dinner when the regulars started to trickle in. And like clockwork, you were wiping down the bar, mindlessly watching the condensation drip from a glass of iced tea when you saw Rafe strolling in.

He always had that cocky walk, shoulders rolled back like he owns the place, which, you guess, technically he kinda did, or at least his dad did. Cameron Development Group practically built the country club.

He spotted you and the corner of his mouth lifted in that way that made your stomach flip. God, you hated how it still got to you.

After months of this—him swinging by the bar at the end of his golf games, lounging against the counter like it was no big deal, driving you home, saving you from the storms, letting you kiss him—your heart should’ve calmed the hell down. But no, here you were, butterflies fluttering in your chest, fingers tightening around the rag you were using to clean.

You tossed it on the counter and busy yourself with stacking glasses.

“Hey, stranger.” His voice was all smooth like he knew exactly what effect it had on you. And he did. You were still a shitty liar and he learned that fast. 

You glanced up, trying to keep things cool, casual. “Hey yourself.”

He settled into one of the barstools, leaning forward, his blue eyes locking on yours. “You off soon?”

You shrugged. “Depends. Why?”

The truth was, you knew why. You knew exactly what he was asking.

He was wondering if you would have time after this—time to sneak off to that little spot by the docks where you'd been meeting up, where things between you had been getting more…a little complicated?

And that’s exactly why you needed to end this.

It’s not like you hadn’t seen it coming. You’d known for a while that whatever this thing was with Rafe, it was headed in a direction you couldn’t afford to follow. He was the poster child for Kook royalty. Born with a silver spoon and all that. Meanwhile, you were still just the bartender, a Pogue, barely scraping by. 

It started simple—quick conversations after work, long talks on the drive home, those random texts at 2 a.m. that turned into hours of you two confessing things you’d never say out loud to anyone else.

You din’t know when it shifted into this—this weird gray area where everything felt more intense. Maybe when you all but kissed him when he picked you up after the storm. That had to be it.

Because you knew how this story ended. You knew what happened when a girl like you fell for a guy like Rafe Cameron.

Heartbreak.

And you wouldn’t survive that.

“I’ve been thinking,” You blurted out, suddenly very aware of the way his eyes were still on you. Too aware. You reached for a clean glass, filling it with soda water to distract yourself. “Maybe we should… I dunno, cool it for a bit.”

His smirk faltered. “Cool it?”

“Yeah,” You shrugged again, trying to seem nonchalant, even though your heart was hammering so loud you were sure he could hear it. “I mean, this was fun and all, but let’s be real—”

“Be real?”

You nodded, not daring to look up from the glass you were holding.

“We’re not exactly from the same world, Rafe. It was bound to end sooner or later. Might as well rip the band-aid off now.”

Silence. For a beat, he doesn’t say anything, and for a second you wonder if you had done it—if you’d actually convinced him that this wasn’t worth it, that he should’ve just walked away and left you with at least a sliver of your heart intact.

Then he laughed.

It wasn’t like a mocking laugh, but it was still a sound you weren’t expecting. Your eyes snapped up to his face, and you saw that damn smirk was back. Only this time, there was something softer in his eyes, something almost… amused?

“Oh, I see what this is.” He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, looking way too pleased with himself.

You frowned, instinctively grabbing a towel and wiping the counter again, trying to distract yourself from the way his eyes were making you feel seen. Too seen. 

“What?”

“You’re scared.”

Your stomach dropped. “I’m not—”

“Yes, you are,” he interrupted, standing up and rounding the bar until he was way too close, until you could smell the cologne clinging to his skin and the fresh grass scent of the golf course. He caged you in with his body, one hand gripping the counter behind you, the other reaching up to tilt your chin so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “You’re trying to push me away because you’re scared. But newsflash, sweetheart—nice try. I’m not going anywhere.”

You swallowed hard, throat tight, because damn it, he was right. He was completely, 100% right, and you hated it. You hated that he could see right through you like that, see all your fears, all the things you’d been trying so hard to bury.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

You didn’t know what to say because, deep down, you didn’t want to believe that it mattered to him. You wanted to believe that he saw you for more than just the girl behind the bar. But every time you let yourself get close, that voice in the back of your head reminded you that this wasn’t some fairytale.

“Rafe, you’ll get bored,” you mumbled, barely able to get the words out. “You’ll realize this was just… a phase. I mean, we’re friends, right? We can just… go back to that.”

“Go back to that?” He repeated your words slowly like he was testing them out. And then he laughed—this short, disbelieving sound that made your stomach twist, “You’re trying to run.”

“Am not.”

“You are.

“There’s nothing to run from,” You snapped, though even you didn’t believe that.

He was close enough now that you had to tilt your head almost all the way back to meet his eyes, and there was something so raw, so real in the way he was looking at you that you couldn’t breathe.

“Nothing, huh?”

“Nothing,” you managed to repeat, but the word came out more like a question than a statement. The self-doubt you’d been trying to ignore bubbled up, and you hated yourself for it. 

He leaned in closer, and you could feel his breath against your skin. “If you think there’s nothing between us, then why does it hurt so much to even think about letting it go?”

His words hit a particular soft spot, and you had to bite your lip to keep from gasping. You wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, that you could walk away and be fine.

But the truth was, you weren’t fine. You weren’t even close to fine.

The whole time you’d been telling yourself this was just a fling, some wild phase that would burn out eventually—because that was what made sense. You weren’t supposed to fall for the guy who came from money and lived in a mansion on the hill, while you were still sharing a room with your sister in a run-down house, after yours got destroyed, on the wrong side of the island. 

This was never supposed to be real.

“You don’t get it. You’ve never had to worry about—about someone like me not fitting into your life. You don’t have people looking at you and thinking ‘what the hell is he doing with her?’”

Rafe’s eyes softened, and his thumb brushed a light circle against your waist, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “Who cares what people think? I’m not with them. I’m with you.”

You shook your head, more to yourself than to him, stepping back just enough to put some space between you.

"No. No, it’s not that simple. You don’t get it. You don’t get what it’s like to always be the one left behind. You’ll get bored, and then what? You just walk away and I’m the one left picking up the pieces."

He opened his mouth to argue, but you weren’t done.

"And don't say you won’t, because everyone does! I’ve seen this before. I’ve been through it. I don’t survive guys like you." Your voice cracked, and damn it, you hated how vulnerable you sounded, but it was too late. It was all spilling out now, all the fear you’d kept bottled up.

Rafe’s jaw tightened, and instead of the cocky smirk you expected, there was something different in his eyes. Anger? No, frustration maybe. But not at you.

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to keep his cool. “You think I’m just some guy playing games, huh? That I’m gonna wake up one day and decide you’re not worth it?”

You crossed your arms, hugging yourself as if that would protect you from the way his words were hitting you too hard. “Isn’t that what happens?”

“No. Not with me.”

“You don’t know that!”

“I do know that!” His voice rose, and you flinched a little, caught off guard by the intensity.

He noticed and apologized immediately, stepping closer, his hand reaching for yours but stopping just short. "I’m here, with you. Because I want to be. Don’t you get that?"

You hated the way he was looking at you, the way his words hit with brutal honesty you weren’t used to—it made you pause. Your eyes fleeted away, focusing on the floor because looking at him was too much.

"Just let me go," you whispered, "It’ll hurt less now."

A muscle in his jaw twitched, and before you could pull back, he stepped forward, closing the gap between you in one swift move.

His hand cupped your face, forcing you to meet his eyes, and there was no escape from the intensity in them.

"No," he said, firm but quiet. "I’m not letting you go. You’re not pushing me away. I’m not leaving, no matter how hard you try to sabotage this."

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you shook your head, trying to argue, but then his lips were on yours, cutting off whatever weak protest you had left. The kiss wasn’t gentle or slow—it was harsh, like he was trying to make you understand something without words. 

 And damn it, you kissed him back. Because of course, you did.

Because despite everything you said, everything you feared, you wanted this. You wanted him. But the second you felt yourself giving in, you pushed him back, your hands pressed against his chest, trying to regain some control. 

"Stop doing that," you snapped, breathless.

"Doing what?" He sounded just as breathless, but he didn’t step away.

"Kissing me like you can fix this. Like—like I’m just gonna believe you."

He exhaled sharply, his hands gripping your waist, keeping you close. "You don’t have to believe me now, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll prove it to you, okay? Just stop trying to run every time it gets hard."

"I don’t know how to do this," you admitted quietly, your hands still resting against his chest, fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.

"I’ll show you," he whispered, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "Just stop pushing me away."

For a moment, you let yourself just be there with him, your defenses crumbling piece by piece. You didn’t know how long it would last, or if you could even survive it, but maybe… just maybe, he was worth the risk.

But still, you couldn’t help but mutter, "You’re so stupid, you know that?"

His lips twitched into a smile. “And you’re still kissing me, again, so what does that say about you?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the way your lips twitched with a smirk of your own.

 “Says I’m just as stupid as you,” you muttered under your breath, but the words lacked bite. Your hands stayed on his chest, fingers still gripping his polo like you were afraid to let go, like maybe if you held on tight enough, you wouldn’t fall apart, “Do you always go around kissing the saff?” You mumbled out.

Rafe’s hands moved from your waist to your back, pulling you in closer. His forehead still rested against yours, and you could feel his breath, warm and steady, brushing against your skin. It was infuriating how easy it was to melt into him.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching with the start of a grin, “Only the ones who can’t seem to stay away from me.”

You groaned, shoving him in the chest with just enough force to make him stumble back a step. “God, you’re insufferable.”

He caught your wrists before you could pull away completely, his grip gentle, keeping you close enough that you could still feel the warmth of his skin through your clothes. “Yeah, well, you seem to like insufferable.”

“Do I though?” You quipped, trying to sound indifferent, but your heartbeat was giving you away. You could feel it hammering in your chest, “Because I feel like this whole thing is a bad idea. You know, like ‘kiss the rich guy, ruin your life’ kind of bad idea.”

Rafe’s expression softened, and the teasing glint in his eyes faded. “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” You tried to play dumb.

“Talk like this doesn’t mean something. Like I don’t mean something to you.” His voice was low, but there was a seriousness in it that made your stomach flip. “We’ve been doing this dance for a while now, and every time it starts to get real, you act like it’s just… casual.”

Your throat tightened, and you tried to pull your wrists free, but he didn’t let go, making it clear he wasn’t letting you run again.

“Maybe it is casual,” you said, even though the words tasted like a lie. “Maybe we’re just two people having a good time, and that’s it.”

He shook his head, the corner of his mouth lifting in that way that made your chest ache. “Nah. You’re not fooling me anymore. You don’t kiss someone like you kissed me just for fun.”

You blinked, your breath catching in your throat. “Rafe…”

“And you don’t look at me like that when I walk in unless there’s more to it.” His voice softened as his thumb traced light circles against your skin. “So stop pretending it’s nothing.”

“I should be working.”

But Rafe wasn’t letting you off that easy. “Yeah, you probably should,” he said, but his hands didn’t move, and neither did his eyes.

“So you’re gonna let me go?”

“Why’d you kiss me that day?” he asked, "I’ve been wondering.”

You blinked up at him, caught off guard by the question. He was so close, and it was hard to think, let alone answer something that felt so…disarming like everything you’d been running from was waiting in his words.

"I don’t know," you groaned, suddenly feeling like a cornered animal. "I wasn’t thinking straight."

His fingers traced a slow line down your arm, sending shivers through you. "You sure about that?" His voice was quiet, like he already knew you were lying, knew you too well for you to hide behind that excuse. "Because it didn’t feel like just some random kiss."

You scoffed, trying to laugh it off, trying to keep your cool, but the sound came out shaky.

"It was— I don’t know, Rafe. It was just the heat of the moment, okay? The storm… everything." You bit your lip, avoiding his gaze because you knew he wasn’t buying it. "You saved me, and I guess I was—"

"Grateful?" he interrupted, his brow arching. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”

You winced. "I didn’t mean it like that."

“Yeah, well, it sure sounds like you’re trying to make it seem like it meant nothing. Like you didn’t feel anything when you kissed me.”

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it impossible to respond right away. He wasn’t wrong. That kiss had meant something—maybe more than you were ready to admit to yourself, let alone to him.

“You can’t keep acting like you don’t care, because I know you do. You wouldn’t have kissed me if you didn’t.”

The way he said it, so certain, so sure of himself—it made your heart race even faster. 

“Why do you care so much?” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “Why does it matter?”

He frowned, like you had just asked the stupidest question in the world. “Because it matters to me.”

Your chest tightened at that, and you hated how much you wanted to believe him. "I don’t want to get hurt, Rafe."

"I’m not gonna hurt you." His voice was low, serious, like a promise, but you’d heard promises like that before. "I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care. I’m asking for a chance, just one chance. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your chest tightened as you stared up at him. He was serious. Like, really serious. And you were scared out of your mind because you wanted to believe him so badly. But trusting someone, letting them in? That was terrifying.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, finally admitting it out loud.

“I know,” he murmured, his forehead resting gently against yours. “But I’m scared too, okay? I want to be with you. So, please, just… give us a shot.”

You closed your eyes, breathing him in, your mind racing a hundred miles per hour.

You could still feel his lips on yours, the way he made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could let your guard down for once. And the truth was, despite all the reasons you’d been telling yourself to walk away, your heart was telling you to stay.

 “Okay.”

His breath caught. “Okay?”

You opened your eyes, “Yeah, okay. I’ll give you a chance. Don’t screw it up.”

Rafe’s lips curved into that stupid, cocky grin, “I won’t. I promise.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at him, but instead, you found yourself smiling back. 

Maybe this was crazy, maybe you were setting yourself up for heartbreak or maybe you’d really found yourself a soulmate.

[houseofblve]

𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 - 𝙤𝙗𝙭 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙪

𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗒!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇) - (𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝗃𝗉𝗈𝗉𝖾)

𝗉𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 - 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆 - 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋

𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 - 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆 - 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋

01. 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋

02. 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍

03. 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽

04. 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌

05. 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽

06. 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖻 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾

07. 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌

08. 𝗐𝖺𝗋

09. 𝖺𝗆 𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼

10. 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾

11. 1𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌

12. 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

13. 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖼𝗒

14. 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽

15. 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇

16. 𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽

17. 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋

18. 𝖺𝗆 𝗂 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅

19. 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

20. 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌

21. 𝗄𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾

22. 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽

23. 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾

24. 𝖻𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒

25. 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀

26. 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

[percabething]

when the fic has an aesthetically pleasing layout but the writing is… questionable

[erwinsvow]

rafe topper and kelce being protective of you at a party !!

"wan' some?" the boy next to you offers you the little mirror with white lines, his eyes big and bloodshot. you don't recognize him, you just took a seat on the nearest surface since your feet hurt from dancing.

"i've never done it. what's it like?" you cock your head, interested in the answer. rafe is particularly strict about coke—you're not allowed anywhere near the stuff. it's a stupid double standard since topper and kelce get high with him all the time, and you're stuck driving their asses home.

you glance around, making sure the boys aren't nearby. you aren't really a troublemaker but you've always been able to hold your own with them. especially rafe, since the two of you rarely agree on anything—where to go for lunch, what music to play in the car, which kind of beer to buy.

coke is the one thing he's stern about, and you don't really like testing him about it either, since he's so much more pleasant when you listen. you like to tease him but he thought you were smart enough not to mess with the only rule he'd given you.

"once you start you won't be able to stop," the boy replies, passing the plate onto your lap. the whole thing feels a little grimy, the way he's touching your legs, how high he looks.

"yeah, i think i'm gonna pass.” you try to slide it back, when he grabs your wrist.

"no, try some."

"no, i'm good-" you try to get up, the mirror clanging to the ground, white powder hitting the floor.

"you bitch-" you turn and try to get away, trying to get your wrist free of his grip, when he holds on tighter.

"what the fuck is this?" you hear the boom of kelce's voice, coming over and pushing the boy aside.

"are you deaf, man? she said no, don't keep fucking asking, you creep-" you hear topper defend you.

oddly enough, you hadn't expected it. the boys are nice, and they're your best friends, but you thought you were almost just another one of the boys, didn't think they'd care enough like this.

"you okay?" kelce asks, while the boy scrambles on the floor. your eyes are wet, you're not sure when you started crying. "rafe, over here."

"no, don't tell him-"

"don't tell me what?" rafe asks, taking in the boy darting away, the broken glass and spilled drugs on the floor. he picks up your red marked wrist. "hey, hey."

you turn to face rafe, tears spilling down your cheeks. you feel even more embarrassed infront of him.

"you okay?" he asks, leaning in close. you nod, trying to speak but it comes out in a wrangled sob. "hey, s'okay, you're fine now." he brings you into a hug, and you cry softly against his chest for a few minutes.

you think you're incredibly thankful for your friends.

rafe thinks he's never letting you out of his eye sight again at a party.

[mayanneaa]

always and (not) forever - ʀᴀꜰᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ.

PAIRING : rafe cameron x reader

SUMMARY : rafe breaks up with you right after you get accepted to stanford university.

WARNING(S) : angst, swearing, not really proofread

A/N : can you tell i just watched to all the boys: always and forever? (divider by @roseraris )

WC : 0.7k

masterlist.

Your heart’s pounding more and more as you click on the email you just got.

It’s late at night, only the crickets outside accompanying your growing emancipation. You squeeze the hem of your pajama shirt, biting your lip almost to blood.

This is the moment you’ve been waiting for forever— the week of acceptance letters from Stanford.

You can’t really remember when exactly you decided that a university across the whole country was good for you. It just… happened.

Your boyfriend, Rafe, wasn’t particularly excited for you to study so far away since he wanted to go to the one in-state. You managed to convince him that you’ll be well.

The email is long, but after the first words, you don’t even bother reading more. You got in.

A scream escapes your lips, quickly muffled by your hands. You sit there wide-eyed, the faint light of your laptop’s screen falling on your face.

“Oh my God.”

You immediately grab your phone, trembling fingers dialing Rafe’s number. He answers faster than the first ding.

“What’s up, baby?” His voice’s a little raspy and low as if he was falling asleep.

“I got into Stanford,” you whisper, the words feeling unreal once they leave your mouth. “Can you believe it, Rafe?”

He doesn’t say a single word before he lets out a faint hum. “That’s… great. I mean, you’re happy, right?”

“Yeah, of course!”

There’s a silence— a moment where you can let your emotions cool off a bit, followed by Rafe clearing his throat.

“Actually… Can we meet?”

You knit your eyebrows. His voice is steady but distant. Something you haven’t heard in a while. “Like, right now?”

Rafe hums in response, and you feel the confusion bubbling up. “Well, if you want to you can come over, but be quiet. My parents are asleep.”

“I’ll be there in five.”

You hang up the phone, your hand lingering as you glance at the laptop screen.

Was Rafe overthinking this whole ‘distance’ thing once again?

You’ve already told him a million times that it will work out. So why the sudden change of mind?

You slip your feet into your slippers and grab a hoodie you throw on on the stairs.

The light from Rafe’s motorcycle flashes through the windows, a quiet buzz filling the natural silence. You quickly open the door and get outside, a chilly breeze hitting your bare legs.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, crossing your arms on your chest.

Rafe takes off his helmet and looks at the ground. “I think we should break up before you go to Stanford.”

You grimace, scrunching your nose. “What are you talking about? Rafe, we’ve been through this. I know it’s hard to be this long distance, but we can do it—”

“No.” The word comes out of his mouth so quickly, you gasp under your breath. “Honestly, how do you see that? Going from what we are now, from me getting to your door in five fucking minutes to seeing each other once God knows how much time?”

“But… you agreed to that earlier…”

“I was wrong,” Rafe says as quietly as a whisper, his voice cracking. “I’m not going to watch it all fall apart in two, four, or even six months. It’s better if we just end it now.”

You squeeze your arms and clench your jaw so tight it almost hurts.

How dare he just stand there, not even looking at you, as your life seems to split in two?

“Don’t say that, Rafe. You don’t mean it…” You say, your voice is small, but you know better than this. Rafe doesn’t just say things.

“I do.”

Two words. Those two words were enough to let the tears pushing onto your eyelids fall.

“Are you serious? After all we’ve been through, you leave me because of some stupid belief that we will not make it?” You sigh, anger spilling out with each breath you take.

“Go, Rafe. I don’t want to see your face.”

He inhales sharply as if you just slapped him. Maybe you should’ve done that. Instead, you turn on your heels and storm into the house, not giving Rafe another glance.

All you hear is the engine running, and the quiet sound of your heart breaking.

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@amterasuu

[nemesyaaa]

buffalo 66' au ! old!serial killer!rafe x young!sugardoll!reader. moodboard & aesthetic only ! (not a fic please !)

you were a young doll stucked in your baby blues shades world, who was born to fall into old men traps. and this one was an old serial killer who made you a missing girl in your small town.

you adored him like he was the only god in the world. and you even started to believe that when he kidnapped you it was not a crime but intimacy.

you were a young crybaby, a babydoll full of tears, with a sweet white and blue soul, pure as heaven, and soft as clouds. you wanted nothing more than to be the wife of the old daddy with dirty bloody hands that can kill for you, but never hurts you.

“ i just wanted you to know that i think you're the sweetest guy in the world. and the most handsome. i love you. ”

you were to him the innocence he never had, the peace he wanted to hold forever. you were his little girl.

“ i will be very sad if you don't come back. just tell me, don't lie to me.”

“ you adore me, you love me, you cherish me, jesus christ you can't live without me”

“ i'm gonna step out of the car for one minute. one minute, i'm gonna step out. put your hands on the dashboard like that. hold 'em like that. don't let me see you move them one finger, not one finger move, not one twitch of a move or i'll come back and choke you to death. i swear to god, don't move, little girl. i can put a gun on your angel face, and blood on your pretty tears. ”

“ do you still think i'm the sweetest guy in the world ?" " yes, always. can i hug you now ?"

tadouuum !!! hbddd @bunnyrafe <333 (i'm 'ot so so proud of it but wish you like it) + @fae-of-prey thx to make me think of it

[ghostofwriting]

In London: how strange that i don’t know you at all

Rafe x Reader

warnings: mentions of cheating

Word Count: 2,036

In London: Series Masterlist

Note: This is part of the In London universe, and it can be read standalone. If you want to read the series in chronological order (so far) this would be part one. I strongly recommend reading them in order of release for the shock value lol 🤗

Summary: The aftermath of what happened when she found out about what he had done. (vague because of spoilers especially if you're reading in chronological order).

She had always known Kildare Island in a way few others could ever understand. She knew the salt in the air, the feel of the sand between her toes, the warmth of the sun on her skin, and most importantly, she knew Rafe Cameron. She knew him better than he knew himself. She knew what made him tick, what hurt him, how deeply he truly loved.  For the past four years, she had built her life around him, their relationship a steady pulse of both passion and tension that echoed through the waves of their youth. They’d grown up together, laughed together, fought together, and loved each other fiercely.

She thought she knew him. 

Everything came crashing down in a single, gut-wrenching moment. She had never been one to eavesdrop, but that day, she couldn’t ignore the whispers. The soft laughter that floated to her from behind the old boathouse. The voices she recognized immediately, unmistakably. Kelce’s and Topper’s.

“I feel awful. I feel like this is something she should know.” Kelce.

“It happened so long ago. Let bygones be bygones.” Topper. 

“She’s our friend too. She should know that her boyfriend was fucking around with her so called best friend.” The way he says it makes her suspect that he knows she’s listening.  She wants to believe that he knew she was there and decided to tell her “accidentally” to save his ass from Topper and Rafe. 

She loved Kelce. He was one of her closest friends. Even still, he kept this from her for who knows how long.

She feels her heart stumble, a cold shiver runs down her spine. Her legs give way beneath her, but she steadies herself against the wall, watching as the world she has known shatters before her eyes. The reality of it hits her like a wave, crashing with such force she can hardly breathe.

For a long moment, she stands there, trying to process it, trying to hold it together. But all she can hear is the sound of her own pulse in her ears. She stumbles back and rushes inside to gather her things. She doesn’t notice Barry standing in front of her as she hurries, grabbing things in a fury. She was supposed to stay the weekend, stay for the rest of her life and now it’s all over. 

“Hey? Are you good?” Did Barry know? She freezes for a second. Did they all keep this from her?

Barry was her friend too. But weren’t they all supposed to be her friends? They were more Rafe’s than hers. Did she even have any friends? She thought she had Kie to call her own and look at how they ended up. 

With her best friend underneath her boyfriend. She wonders how many times it happened. Was it a summer long affair? Was it once or twice? Were they both drunk or was she out of town? Maybe she and Rafe had fought and she drove him to Kie. Did it matter? Would any of that change the outcome? 

“I need to leave.” She says to Barry, sidestepping him. 

“What? You were making us breakfast in the morning.” He says innocently, as if her vision wasn’t closing in on her.

“Make your own damn breakfast.” Her voice wavers as she continues to grab her things. Where the fuck is her notebook?

“Princess kook?” Barry hesitantly says “what’s wrong?” His voice is deep, serious.

“Like you fucking care.” Barry looks at her, he’s worried now. She never talks like that to anyone. She’s feisty when it comes to protecting her friends but she’s not mean. He knows her. Something is wrong. 

Kelce and Topper come into the house then and look at her as she scrambles around the small space. 

Barry gives them a concerned look and Kelce looks at him with a guilty expression. 

“He loves you.” Kelce says and she stops what she’s doing but doesn’t turn to look at him. “He loves you so much. It was a mistake.”

Barry frowns, “what?”

“Oh fuck.” Topper says. 

She turns and looks at the three of them lined up like a firing squad ready to execute her. 

She’s already walking dead.

“If he loved me he wouldn’t have fucked my best friend.” There’s a sharpness to her tone, something they had never heard aimed at them before. If you loved me you wouldn't have hidden this.

Barry’s eyes widen and he blinks like he’s trying to blink away the surprise. 

“It was a phase. He was drugged up and under so much pressure. When he came out of it he swore us to secrecy, he didn’t want to lose you." She looks at Kelce like he’s speaking in tongues. None of what he says matters. None of what anyone says matters. It won’t change anything will it? The minute she found out was the moment she checked out.

“I don’t care.” She says and finally finds the notebook. Her notebook where she wrote down all of their important dates, all the little thoughts and scribbles of quotes and song lyrics that remind her of him.

She’s running out of the boathouse and towards the docks before any of them can stop her. She’ll go home and she’ll figure out what the hell to do with her life then. 

Where is he? Is he with her? Kelce said they were over.

+++

Once she’s home, she finally lets herself break down. Her mom finds her curled up on her bedroom floor shaking as the sobs rip through her.

Once she can gather herself enough to talk, she tells her mom everything. Tells her that she doesn’t want to be on the island because everyone she thought was her friend betrayed her. It’s suffocating, it’s burning at her lungs. She wants to be able to breathe again and she doesn’t think she’ll be able to do that here. Not under the weight of everyone she ever loved stabbing her in the back. 

Her mom suggests that she go on a trip, for however long she needs to get away. When her mom leaves her room she books a one way ticket to London. She needs to leave. Now. She wasn’t going to stay here. Not another day. Not on this island, not where everything reminded her of him, of them. It was over. No matter how much she still loved him, no matter how deeply intertwined their lives had become, there was no coming back from this. 

They were supposed to move in together in a few months. They were supposed to start their next chapter and now the book was on fire.

She didn’t waste another second after that. She started packing only her necessities, her footsteps quick and scattered throughout the house. It was like she was racing to a new future, a new life, far away from the friends that had hurt her, the boy that had shattered her heart. 

She would get her mom to mail her everything else she might need.

+++

Her mom drops her off at the docks so she can catch a ferry to the mainland so she can catch her flight from there. The sky is beautiful and golden mixed with purple hues, as if Kildare is saying goodbye, she’s going to miss the sunsets here the most. 

She should have known that he wouldn’t let her go without a fight. 

“Sweetheart! Wait!” The shout cuts through the air like a blade, and her body goes rigid, her heart stutters painfully in her chest. She doesn’t need to turn around to know it’s him. She can feel his presence behind her. She closes her eyes, her hands gripping the strap of her bag tighter.

“Don’t go,” Rafe’s voice is raw, desperate. She hears him come closer, his breath ragged as if he had run all the way from Tannyhill, through the town square to the ferries. “Please, just… talk to me.”

She finally turns, facing him for the first time since she found out. His eyes are wide, frantic, filled with unshed tears and a pleading desire to fix the damage he had caused.

“Talk to you?” she laughs, but it’s hollow, bitter. “There’s nothing left to say, Rafe. You and Kiara… you’ve said it all.”

The silence stretched between them, heavy and depleting the atmosphere around them of any air.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out like this,” Rafe finally speaks, his voice breaking.

“Didn’t mean for me to-? Rafe, you chose this. You chose her over me the second that you decided to cheat. You don’t get to say ‘sorry’ now. You don’t get to fix this.”

Rafe stepped forward, his eyes pleading. “baby, please… You’re everything to me. I don’t want to lose you.” She doesn’t speak, just stares at him. It’s like he’s morphed into someone she doesn’t recognize in the last 24 hours. The boy she fell in love with would have never done this. He wouldn’t have hurt her like this.

“I swear to you, it ended a while ago.” 

She shook her head, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, but she held them back. She had cried enough for him, enough for them. She wasn’t going to break for him anymore.

“You already lost me, Rafe,” she said, her words sharp, though her voice trembled. “What you did to me, what you did with Kiara—it’s unforgivable. I can’t be here anymore. I can’t be with someone who would betray me like this. It makes me sick. I can’t look at you because it makes me sick.”

“Honey, I’m sorry. I swear I never meant for it to happen. I should’ve told you sooner. I ended it, okay? I ended it before things went too far.”

“But they did go too far, Rafe,” she replied, shaking her head, her eyes filling with tears she refused to shed. “It doesn’t matter when it ended. What matters is you did it. You broke my trust, and I can’t stay here, not like this.”

He stood there, frozen, the silence between them suffocating. "You don’t have to go. I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me."

But it was too late. The love that once defined their relationship had crumbled beneath the weight of betrayal. She wasn’t sure she’d ever love the person standing in front of her again, not after everything that had happened.

“I’m leaving, Rafe. I’m leaving for L-for a long time. I need to get out of here. I need to get away from you, from all of this.”

“No.” His voice dropped to a whisper, but it was firm. “You’re not going anywhere. Not like this.”

She could see the panic in his eyes now, the desperation that flooded his every movement. He reached for her, but she pulled away, stepping back as if his touch might burn her.

“Please, don’t do this. We can fix this. I can fix this. I love you.” His words were frantic, falling from his lips like a prayer, a plea for salvation.

Her heart was breaking all over again, but there was no room for him anymore. Not in her life. Not after what he had done. “No, Rafe. This is goodbye. I need to move on. I need to find myself again. You took that from me.”

And with that, she turned away from him, her heart heavy, but resolute. As she walked towards the ferry that would take her away from the island, from the only life she had ever known, Rafe’s broken voice called after her one last time, but she didn’t turn around.

She pulls out a hundred dollar bill and slides it to the ticket attendant. “Please don’t let him get on.” She points behind her and the burly man gives her a nod. She boards the ferry and sits quietly in a corner, avoiding looking out into the distance, she doesn’t want to watch it all disappear.

The world was vast, and she was ready to find her place in it again. But Kildare Island—Rafe Cameron—that was a chapter she was leaving behind. Forever.

[cybermcdel]

— 𝔖𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗦, rafe cameron . . . ⋆ ࿔｡  

⌗ pairing: ❪ f1 racer!rafe cameron x fem!reader ❫

⌗ summary: ❪ when a girl is getting to close rafe, reader has to reminded a b*tch what’s up…❫

⌗ tags: ❪ jealous y/n, cursing etc! ❫

⌗ a/n: ❪ I love smacking a b*tch from monday to sunday !! ❫

— ( 💿 ) 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 —

❝ Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing

And it's motherfuckin' scary

Tryna keep him 'cause I found him

Let a hoe know I ain't motherfuckin' sharing.❞

The Monaco Grand Prix was in full swing—champagne bottles popping, cameras flashing, and the air thick with the scent of burning rubber and expensive cologne. Rafe had just taken another easy win, cementing his place as the top driver in F1, and now, the paddock was buzzing with post-race energy.

And you? You were that girl.

Dressed in the skimpiest, cutest little outfit that had everyone doing double takes—tiny designer skirt barely covering what it needed to, a cropped top that showed off your curves just right, and heels that had you strutting like you owned the place. Which, let’s be real, you did.

Your man had just won, and you looked like a damn trophy waiting for him at the finish line.

But apparently, someone didn’t get the memo.

A perky little grid girl—one of those too-friendly, too-touchy types—was practically draped over Rafe, giggling at nothing and laying her hand on his arm like she had any right.

“Oh my god, Rafe,” she cooed, twirling her hair, “you were incredible out there! Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone handle a car like that.”

Your brows shot up.

The fuck?

Rafe, being Rafe, barely acknowledged her. His blue eyes were locked on you, sharp and heated as he took in your outfit, his focus entirely elsewhere. But Miss Grid Girl? She was still running her mouth.

And you? You don’t play about your man.

You strutted over, sliding right between them without a second thought, pressing yourself into Rafe’s chest with a sweet smile. “Hi, baby.”

Rafe’s arms were immediately around your waist, pulling you closer. “Hey, princess,” he murmured, his hands already slipping lower.

You flicked your gaze to her, tilting your head. “You need something?”

Her smile faltered. “Oh! I was just saying how amazing Rafe’s driving was today—”

“Right.” You cut her off, smiling syrup-sweet. “Well, trust me, babe, I know how good he is at handling things.” You let your fingers trace over his chest. “On and off the track.”

Rafe huffed a low laugh against your ear, fingers tightening on your waist. “Careful, baby,” he murmured. “You start something, I’m finishing it.”

The girl flushed, stammering, “I— I was just being nice—”

“Mhm,” you deadpanned, giving her a once-over before smiling again. “Well, ‘nice’ looks a little different when you’re touching my man. But don’t worry, I’ll let it slide. “Just this once.”

She swallowed hard, eyes flicking to Rafe for help—but he wasn’t even looking at her. His entire focus was on you, his grip firm, his smirk knowing.

You leaned up, brushing a slow kiss over his jaw before whispering, “Let’s go, champ. I got something better for you than a trophy.”

Rafe groaned, low and deep, already moving. “Fuck, baby—”

And just like that, the grid girl? Completely forgotten.

[princessbrunette]

𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃a continuation from the rafe and puppy universe…(click me) ࣪

rafe doesn’t always treat puppy!reader so nicely. infact, sometimes she really tests his patience.

he drags you through the front door to tannyhill with a hand wrapped around your arm — thick gold rings wound round his fingers undoubtedly leaving bruises in their wake as he yanks you inside. you can’t keep up with his long strides, tripping over and having the eldest cameron repeatedly carry the entirety of your weight with his hand everytime you stumbled— wrenching you back to your feet.

whilst this occurs, he lectures you through grit teeth — at the end of his tether. “what’d i tell you huh? what’d i fuckin’ tell you ‘bout manners?” he asks and you’re not sure if it’s rhetorical, letting him march you up the stairs to his bedroom.

“its no big deal—” you hiccup through pained whines as you try to pull away from his stern grip, only making him tighten it.

“nah, nah — you knew exactly what you were doing at the country club. running that mouth when i — i specifically told you to behave today.”

there had been a very high class event, ward forcing rafe to take you along to get you accustomed to the kook-lifestyle after so long of slumming it at the other side of the island. you were ditsy, but not dumb — you saw the way the camerons looked at you, with pity — like you simply weren’t made for this world. thats why you got so attached to rafe, he didn’t pity you. it was tough love, so you assumed — the boy constantly lecturing and berating you but would be the first to save you from any potentially damaging or dangerous situations, and god forbid anyone spoke to you as poorly as he did.

the afternoon was unsavable from the start. you may have been responsible for the large chocolate fountain at the food table falling, you’d accidentally insulted the president of the country club to his face, you’d mistakenly smeared food on the back of rafe’s shirt, and when rafe was rightfully lecturing you for that — you bit him. you bit him infront of one of the important businessmen he had been trying to impress. you understood his anger for once, you’d messed up.

he tosses you onto his bed making you stumble onto it, turning around to watch the way the boy angrily rifles through his dresser drawers, furiously continue to ramble at you. “you know i’ve been saving this, yeah — saving this from when you really messed up. ‘cos i knew you would. you’re a pogue, and you’ll always be one. and — and i’ve been here, tryna look after the runt of the litter — and yet you still disrespect me.” he shakes his head and you watch forlornly, watching him find what he was looking for and begin to pull it out.

“well you wanna run that mouth? wanna— wanna bite me in public? i’m gonna have t’treat you like the dirty pogue puppy you are— okay? didnt wanna have to do this kid but you leave me no choice. s’gotta be me to discipline you, alright? c’mere.” in his hand, you instantly recognise to be some form of muzzle. like the type you’d see on a dog, but this time perfectly crafted to fit a female face. you’d had no idea where he’d got such a cruel item, he had to have had it custom made just to shut you up, a sick fantasy he’d been sitting on. you cower, and he’s unphased.

he undoes the buckles on the side so that he can put it on you, but not before yanking your hands to his belt and leaving them there. “undo this. you’re gonna wear this, n’then you’re gonna let me take what i want from you. a’ight? i’m in charge. you’re gonna learn your damn lesson whether you like it or not.”

you whine as you obey him, trembling fingers fumbling for his belt. the worst part about this, was that you couldn’t deny your arousal. the manhandling, the degrading — you were a sensitive girl, who had sensitive needs, but something about the boy you had such a crush on, the same boy who would deny reluctantly cuddling you to sleep when you had a bad dream that one time, treating you so mean was making your cunt ache with need.

“i’m not gonna bite, i just want to kiss again.” you wail weakly as he brings the muzzle to your face, scoffing out a chuckle that read directly as ‘fat fucking chance’. rafe had kissed you a few times. moments of weakness. he couldn’t deny his feelings for you but — well, actually yes he could. he did deny his feelings for you, and often too. he was head over heels and he didn’t like that.

“kiss? you— you think you deserve a kiss after the way you behaved today?” once the muzzle is fastened and you’re staring up at him with big watery puppy dog eyes, he finishes up with yanking off his belt and undoing his zipper, trying to ignore how your pitiful expression looked. rafe was mean but he wasn’t an idiot— he knows you didn’t mean to be the way you were. you were innocent, naive — but god if taking advantage of that didn’t get him off.

his heart twinges at the sorry look on your face so he flips you over onto your front on the bed, body sprawled out and bouncing from the force. “nah…” he answers his own question as he tugs your dress up your back to reveal your soaked through panties between trembling thighs. he thumbs at the wet patch above where your hole sits meanly, scoffing. “you’re gonna shut up and take this dick. maybe then you’ll get your damn kiss.”

[mrsriddlenott]

Hiiii, my name is Lee and my requests are currently open for small blurbs, oneshots, and head canons. I kinda just write what I’m into in the moment but it is largely Harry Potter/Fanon HP, and I’m currently obsessed w/ OBX so there’s gonna be more of that too ❤️❤️

Also, fair warning I am dyslexic so some of my works do have misspelled words I never went back and fixed.

Last updated: 11/25/24

MASTERLIST MDNI

* Smut — Work In Progress

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

Anxious

BET*

JB’s Little Sister*

Teach Me, Please* || Another Lesson?*

Rafe’s Girlfriend*

Prove It*

Oh, It’s You (Series Masterlist)

Rafe Cameron

Frayboy!Rafe Fluff

Scrooge

Manipulative*

Harry Potter

Mattheo Riddle

Caught (1*)(2)(3*)(4)(5)(6*)(7) (on pause)

Everyone Who Falls In Love

Patience (1*)(2*)(3*)(4*)

Flu-Shot

Needy*

It’s Okay To Love Them Both

Theodore Nott

First Time *

Comfort

Costume? That’s Barely Clothes.*

Enzo Berkshire

It’s Okay To Love Them Both

I Think I Need A Demonstration*

Harry Potter

Angry Harry *

Can I Help? *

Draco Malfoy

Mistakes

Ron Weasley

Breakn’ Promises

Marauders Era

Regulus Black

Rivalry: Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3 (on pause)

Remus Lupin

More Than Friends*

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Niklaus Mikaelson

His

[s0urw00lf]

𝑺0𝒖𝒓’𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

╰┈➤ Supernatural,

╰┈➤ Marvel,

╰┈➤ Maze runner,

╰┈➤ The vampire diaries,

╰┈➤ Teen wolf,

╰┈➤ Top gun,

╰┈➤ Harry Potter,

╰┈➤ Outer banks,

╰┈➤ Twilight

[itneverendshere]

Maybe bartender reader and Rafes wedding is super emotional because she doesn’t have any family apart from her sister and she gets like sad when they’re writing the guest list or something??

a little drabble about getting the guest list done🥺🫶🏻 this was so cute to write, god they’re so in love😭😭😭😭 thank you for the request! hope you like this 💘

the last thing rafe ever thought he’d care about was wedding details.

but here he was, sitting at the kitchen table with you, half-listening as you flipped through guest lists and vendor catalogs. you were still months away from the big day, and it hadn’t sunk in completely—he was marrying you.

you were scribbling names onto a piece of paper, biting your lip in that way you always did when you were focused.

"okay, so… your side. let’s go over it,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself.

he noticed something then. you were staring at the list a little too long, pen hovering just above the paper, fingers tightened around it, and your jaw clenched.

he looked down at the blank spots on the paper, his hand slipping over yours, thumb tracing soothing circles over your knuckles.

"baby, what’s wrong?"

you blinked, like you hadn’t realized how quiet things had gotten, and looked up at him. your eyes were a little glassy, smile forced.

"yeah, i’m fine. just... thinking."

"thinking about what?" he asked.

it wasn’t like you to get worked up over stuff like this. you’d been cruising through most of the planning, but something about this part—about who you were inviting—seemed to be messing with you.

you put the pen down and sighed, "it's just... there's not many people for me to invite, you know?"

rafe furrowed his brow, not really understanding.

"what are you talking about? you’ve got your sister, milo, jj’s dumbass.”

you took a shaky breath, your eyes scanning the few names on your side of the list, gesturing with a soft, humorless chuckle.

"yeah, that’s pretty much it."

he sat up straighter.

rafe wasn’t the most emotionally aware guy sometimes, but when it came to you, he was always tuned in; he knew you well enough to get what was going on.

your mom passed away when you were young, and your dad? that deadbeat never showed up for anything, let alone a wedding. your sister and nephew were basically the only family you had.

compared to his list—shit, compared to most people’s lists—that was nothing.

he might’ve come from a big family, but he knew what it felt like to be lonely. even in rooms full of people, he’d never really felt understood until he’d met you.

"it’s not about how many people show up. i mean, shit, my list is mostly because rose’s making me invite people she thinks i should. that’s not what matters."

you laughed, but it was weak, the kind of laugh someone gave when they didn’t believe a word you were saying. he’d never thought about family the way you did.

"yeah, but it still feels… wrong," you admitted, "you have all these people, and i’ve got barely anyone. it’s like…" you paused, "it’s like a reminder that i don’t really have a family. not in the way most people do."

he’d never thought about it that way—had never realized how much it could hurt to feel alone in something so big, so full of love and celebration. his heart twisted for you, and he moved his chair closer to you, the wood scraping against the floor.

"hey," he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "you know what family is to me?" he asked, his thumb brushing your cheek, "it’s you. it’s us, building something real together. i don’t care if it’s just me and you standing up there. that’s all i need."

you leaned into his hand, "it’s just hard.”

rafe felt the desperate need to make you feel the love that he did. he took both your hands now, looking at you with that earning look only you got to see, the one that reminded you how down bad he truly was.

"you’ve got me. and you’ve got jj and milo and your sister. but more than that, baby, we’re starting something here. you and me. we’re the start of something huge."

you looked down, the tiniest smile creeping at your lips.

"and if you think i’m not gonna spend my entire life making you feel like you’re surrounded by love," he continued, "then you’re crazier than me."

a laugh escaped you, airy almost breathless, and he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours.

"i know it’s not easy," he murmured, brushing his lips over yours in a barely-there kiss. "but trust me. i’ve got more love for you than any fuckin’ guest list can hold. and just so you know, i’m more than happy to go through the guest list and cut people if it makes you feel better. we could have this whole thing just be me, you, and a couple of strangers as witnesses.”

“i’m not asking you to uninvite your whole family, you idiot,” you scolded him, shaking your head.

“good,” he smirked, “because rose would actually kill me. but seriously, baby, this is about us. i don’t care if it’s just a tiny handful of people for you or a stadium full for me. the second you walk down that aisle, nothing else exists for me. not the number of people, not the table settings—just you.”

for the first time that night, a real smile broke across your face, “i love you, you know that?”

he grinned, all boyish and sweet, and pulled you into his arms. “good. because i’m madly in love with you.”

you made a face, pulling back just enough to narrow your eyes at him. "you’re disgustingly obsessed with me. like, clinically down bad, you know that?"

rafe’s grin only widened, completely unbothered.

"oh, i know," he replied, leaning forward like he was telling you a secret. "and honestly, it’s worse than you think. i’m at the ‘plan your dream wedding, tolerate jj for you, and learn to cook because you made one offhand comment about it’ level of obsessed."

you groaned dramatically. "absolutely shameless."

"don’t act like you’re not equally obsessed," he shot back, his lips twitching up in a smirk.

"rafe cameron, stop. i am trying to be serious here," you replied, but you couldn’t hide the way your lips quirked up, that little smile you always got when he pulled you out of your head.

"and i’m seriously in love with you," he said, giving you that stupidly earnest look he’d perfected, the one that he knew would make you roll your eyes. "face it, you’re stuck with me. not even a stadium full of rose’s golf club friends could make me take my eyes off you that day."

“gross,” you muttered, scrunching your nose up as if you were truly repulsed.

you leaned in anyway, planting a quick kiss on his cheek, and he was positively glowing.

“i’m serious, though,” he protested, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. “one day, you’re gonna look back on all this planning and realize it didn’t even matter. because it’s just me and you and whatever the hell kind of family we build.”

“see, that’s what i’m talking about,” you replied, attempting to hold back your laughter. “that right there? disgusting. obsessed. do you even hear yourself?”

he chuckled, not remotely phased, because it was true. he was completely, embarrassingly obsessed with you, and he wasn’t even pretending to hide it.

“you love it,” he teased, nuzzling into your neck.

you scoffed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close despite your complaints.

"you know what? i do. but don’t get it twisted—I’m only marrying you because i’m really into the way you clean the kitchen when i threaten you.”

“admit it, you're just as disgustingly obsessed with me," he argued, still shameless, kissing your neck softly and feeling you melt against him despite your mock outrage.

“fine,” you muttered, rolling your eyes with a grin. “but only because you’re so tragically whipped, and it’s kinda cute.”

he knew he’d spend his whole life happily being disgusting if it meant getting to love you exactly like this.

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17. 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

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[erwinsvow]

“I want them to like you,” you say, tugging on Rafe’s arm to drag him away from his truck and towards the beach. “I want them to love you.” He’s standing still, feet planted firmly on the pavement. 

You’ve wanted Rafe to meet your friends for the longest time, so much so that it’s the only thing you’ve been thinking about recently. It’s not exactly accurate—he has met them before, many times, actually, but they’ve never been good encounters. You recall a bruise on Pope’s back and JJ’s busted lip, back before they knew Rafe was your boyfriend and he was just public enemy number one.

But things are better now—really, they are. You try to convince yourself all of those incidents are in the past, that everyone’s over it now. You want your friends to like your boyfriend. You want your boyfriend to like your friends. You want it so bad you’re willing to drag Rafe to the beach yourself, if that’s what it takes.

“They can’t stand me,” Rafe replies, scanning the surroundings. He doesn’t like them, but he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings either, if they overhear the two of you right now. “Can’t stand them, either, y’know.”

“But you like me, don’t you?” you ask, smiling wide, all cheery and bright. Like he has to tell you again. He rolls his eyes, making you laugh.

“Not at all. What gave y’that stupid idea?” You roll your own pretty eyes in a matching response.

“C’mon, Rafe, look, they’re already here-” you whine, pointing at the giant, junky thing your Pogue friends call a car. He doesn’t let you anywhere near the thing anymore if he can help it—drops you off and picks you up because that thing is a death trap, even more so with one of the stoned idiots driving it. “I don’t wanna be late, so move-” you start pushing at his chest, but he doesn’t give you an inch. 

You huff, hot sun beating down on you, muscles tired from trying to move your entirely too strong boyfriend. 

“Fine,” you finally let out, giving up. “I’ll just go by myself.”

“Good girl. I’ll swing by to get you in a couple hours and then we can go for dinner-”

“Sounds good,” you interrupt, causing Rafe to look at you with an eyebrow raised—you never interrupt him. “I’ll just have Pope put the sunscreen on my back for me. Since you won’t be there.”

“Wait a minute-”

“And JJ’s been dying to teach me how to surf. Y’know, last time I tried though, my top fell off. But I guess it’s no big deal. I bet John B can put it back on for me.”

Rafe thinks he’s mastered the look of not caring sometimes, face blank, eyes showing nothing but mild disturbance. This is not one of those times. You smile, because you can’t help it, watching your boyfriend’s ears turn bright pink, the muscles in his jaw clench, his fist tighten around your pink beach bag.

You put your hand over his, gently, trying to take the bag so you can walk away with it. You’re not sure if your plan worked until he snatches the bag back, hand holding your wrist tightly. 

“Come on, kid,” he mutters, heading in the direction of the beach. “Pain in my ass,” you hear him say quietly, but you feel giddy that he agreed to join you after all. 

Your friends are set up by the water, towels haphazardly thrown on the sand, a case of beer resting in the shade under the umbrella. JJ is waxing his board, Pope is standing next to him, critiquing his method. John has just crushed a beer can down, and chucks it at Kie, who ducks and starts yelling about how inhumane littering is. 

“Hey!” you hear Pope beam, a smile lighting up your face. “Look who’s here-” and Kie joins in with an excited yell, tossing the empty can back at John B and hitting the back of his head. 

“Thought you’d never come back to us now that you’re a fancy Kook girl. Where’s that-” JJ goes silent, watching Rafe walking behind you, staring blankly, looking pissed. “-asshole boyfriend. Nevermind, I found him.”

“I brought Rafe,” you say, a big smile taking over again. You look expectantly at everyone, and then stare until they give you the reaction you want. They mumble hi and hey, Kook, and you turn back to Rafe, taking your bag and figuring out where to put your towels—pink, like the bag, like your bikini. Rafe’s shorts are white, with little pink stripes to match you. 

You both sit down on the sand before you finally offer him the bottle of sunscreen and lay flat on your stomach so he can put it on. He squirts some onto his hands, rubbing them together to spread it out and then first slaps your ass, leaving a sandy, white handprint on the skin. Your body jerks, whining against the towel.

“Had to. Practically asking for it. M’not apologizing,” he says, quiet enough that only the two of you can hear. His hands rub the sunscreen onto your back and arms, but then you decide everything he does is too erotic for public, so you turn back, insisting that’s enough sun protection. You just got here and you don’t want to leave because you can’t resist your boyfriend just yet.

You turn your head, noticing Kie walking towards you with a can of hard seltzer, the fruity kind she knows you prefer. The boys are by the other umbrella, tossing beers at each other. You tug on Rafe’s arm again.

“Why don’t you go get a beer with them. You can talk. It’ll be nice!” 

There’s nothing he’d rather do less. 

“Came here to hang with you, not them,” he says curtly, head resting back on the towel.

“Rafe!” The things he does for you. “Please?” He shouldn’t have looked at you—that was his mistake. Five seconds of your pout and your sincere eyes is enough to make him do whatever you want.

“Five minutes, then I’m coming back. That’s it.”

“Thank you,” you sing sweetly. Kiara comes and settles down next to you. “Is it strawberry? My favorite!” he hears you say, followed by the hiss of you opening the can, as he gets up and stalks towards your friends.

Their conversation dies when Rafe steps up—something he doesn’t like. He could care less about these idiots, but he really doesn’t want you to get caught in the middle of this shit. He can see it already—your pretty face covered in tears, crying because you care too much about him, care too much about your friends.

Rafe knows you’d pick him over them, he just doesn’t want to force you to make that choice.

“What’re you drinking?” he questions. Three pairs of eyes stare at him blankly. A retort bubbles inside him angrily—Stupid and deaf? You losers can’t catch a break, huh? He turns to look at you, hoping you’re in conversation with Kie and sipping your sugary drink. You’re not. You’re staring at the four of them with a hopeful smile.

He swallows the comment and turns with a forced, hard smile. “Beer? That’s great. Toss me one.” Pope does as he says, and then goes back to drinking his own. 

“S’like weird, to see you smile. Didn’t know you could do that,” JJ comments, crushing his own beer can up now that it was empty. Rafe wishes you were here, listening, because-

“What the hell am I supposed to say to that?” John B lets out a laugh at that, Pope joins in. Rafe cracks another smile, they’re pretty goofy, just like you had said. “Nah, I’m just saying, like, didn’t think you could be nice. Must be, if she likes you.”

Rafe turns to look back at you again, quickly. You’re talking to Kie now, head thrown back, laughing. You look prettiest like this, when you’re happy. 

“Yeah, for her.” Then he takes another long chug of the beer, looking back at them. “You idiots don’t make it easy.”

“It’s not easy for us, either,” Pope interjects. “I mean, you did hit me with a golf club.” Rafe runs a hand through his hair, unsure what to say, because he did do that. 

“Yeah, I, uh-” he trails off. “Sorry, sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” JJ says.

“All in the past,” John B tacks on. 

It must be several beers later, because you hear the boys laughing and… getting along? You decide to walk over, just to make sure your eyes and ears aren’t deceiving you. The box they had just bought earlier today was filled with the empties, the unmistakable sound of your boyfriend’s laugh filling your ears, your friends all engaged in conversations. You decide to turn back rather than interrupt, giddiness filling your heart that everything worked out. You don’t catch the end of their conversation, already back to your towel and opening another drink with Kie.

“And then I went there,” JJ starts, “-and I was like should I leave, because then her parents might wake up, because I forgot the condom-”

JJ stops to take another sip of the beer, and Rafe cuts him off.

“Wait, you guys use condoms?” 

Three pairs of eyes turn on him.

When you two walk back to his truck a little later, he swings his arm around you and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“What was that for?” you ask, happy and tired.

“Yeah, I don’t think they like me much.”

[marrziy]

—★: imagina uma AU com esses atores nesses universos? Um trio de assassinos gostosos atrás de mim querendo botar minhas entranhas pra fora AAAAAAA 🫦 era meu sonho (só na ficção mesmo pls