#topper has quite a cute smile

[rafesangelita]

♡ ART DECO :: “you’re so art deco, out on the floor. shining like gun metal, cold and unsure.”— your attempt to cut things off with rafe only fuels him to come back with a vengeance.

warnings: toxic!rafe, friends w benefits, rafe is terrible, jealousy, manipulation, arguing at a party, topper kisses you, fighting, rafe ‘breaking’ in your house

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wc: 2.6k

“i have to get going.” you were still going through the aftershocks of your orgasm when rafe started pulling his clothes back on. even though this wasn’t anything new, it didn’t make you feel any better. you watched him, sitting up with the sheets covering your chest. “see you tonight?” he was looping his belt when he sighed. “we’ll see.” he shrugged, not sparing you another glance before leaving altogether.

your friends would be so disappointed in you right now if you told them that you allowed yourself to go through this again. “you’re so stupid!” you muttered to yourself, quickly making your way to a shower, wanting nothing more than to wash the feeling of him off. you knew rafe would never take you serious, but you liked him so much that if having a no strings attached arrangement was the only way you could have him, you were willing to do just that. you wouldn’t let yourself cry over him, but you did go through the motions each time.

you’d swear you would tell him you didn’t want to do this anymore, but the second he was in your ear, whispering to you all the ways he wanted to take you, you never failed to bend at his will, quite literally. tomorrow would be the first day of spring break, so in your best friend’s fashion, it was only right to throw a complete rager with open invitation. you spent the remainder of your evening getting ready before chloe texted you that she was outside.

“you look insane?! are you serious?” chloe’s jaw hung open as you walked to her car. “this isn’t the y/n i know. what did you do with her?!” you laughed, giving your friend a spin. you were wearing a lacey black see through dress, and a matching black set underneath. “good girl is staying in tonight.” you posed as chloe snapped a picture of you. “you look so hot, i love it.” she ushered you into the passenger seat, both of you riding back to her place. “fuck, it’s this packed already?” you got off, the heel of your boots clicking against the cement of her driveway. “just wait till you see inside.” she warned.

sure enough, you were greeted with the sight of at least a hundred people in the living room alone. chloe took your arm with hers, weaving through the crowd of people. you met with some more friends, everyone ogling your outfit since it was a drastic change from what you’d usually wear. “don’t let rafe see you in this.” at the mention of his name, you felt your stomach drop as you looked around towards the kitchen. “has anyone seen him? he’s the last person i want to run into right now.” you accepted the drink one of your friends came back with.

“oh, you don’t have to worry about that, he’s been pretty occupied out on the balcony.” hannah raised her eyebrows, the girls looking at you for your reaction. “occupied?” you took a sip from the red solo cup in your hand. even though you didn’t want to see him, you didn’t want him with anyone else either. “topper and kelce are betting a whole bunch of money on a card game, apparently rafe is too.. just with a random sitting on his lap while he does it.” you licked your lips, nodding your head slowly as chloe watched you carefully.

“that’s cute.” without wasting another second, you started walking upstairs, your friends trailing behind you. chloe’s balcony was connected to the master bedroom, the double doors wide open for anyone to come in and out of. your eyes fell on rafe, the blonde draped across his lap was no one you’ve ever seen before. she was most defintely a touron. you walked outside, the guys so into their game that no one looked up from their cards. “hey.” you smiled sweetly at the girl across from you as you did the last thing you thought you’d do tonight, and sat on topper’s lap.

“well you look really good.” you hit his shoulder playfully, meeting rafe’s heated gaze when he did a double take. “aw, thank you ‘top. you wouldn’t mind if i sat here, would you?” you trailed your fingertips across his chest, a teasing smile gracing your lips as you watched how nervous you made him. “o-of course not, maybe you could be my lucky charm.” he showed you his cards, the giant stack of cash in the middle of the table catching your eye. “who’s winning right now?” even though you asked topper directly, rafe answered. “i am.” your head shot in his direction, his hand running up and down the girls thigh.

“i’m sorry, i’ve never seen you around here, like ever,” you laughed, “do you have a name?” the girl looked embarrassed as you gave her a once over, her body visibly tensing the longer you stared at her. “i’m just going to go get another drink.” she got up, leaving rafe by himself as he shot daggers at you. diverting your gaze back to topper’s cards, you whispered in his ear to put down the ace. “that’s the winning card.” you reassured him, moving your hips slightly as you put the card down yourself, rafe following suit. “whoever has the highest gets the green, baby,” kelce leaned forward as you and rafe flipped your cards over. “fuck yeah!” topper shot up from the couch, holding you against him as you cheered.

“five thousand dollars, all yours ‘top.” kelce’s smile dropped as he glanced over at rafe. “let’s go!” before you could pull away, completing your mission to piss rafe off, topper grabbed a handful of your ass before kissing you roughly. “oh, fuck no,” rafe grabbed topper by his shirt, pushing you out of the way as he landed a punch square in his mouth. you sat there dumbfounded as kelce rushed to break them apart. “i don’t give a fuck about a few thousand dollars, keep your hands to yourself or i’ll fucking kill you.” before you could get up, rafe dragged you away by your arm. “leave her alone!” chloe shoved rafe, who didn’t even budge before taking you outside to the front.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he backed you up against one of the cars, his arms caging you in. “you trying to fuck my friends now, is that it?” you turned your head away from where he was grabbing your chin. “don’t touch me.” you swatted his hand away. “sitting on topper’s lap? what’s your fucking problem?” his knees dug into your thighs, your last band of resistance snapping. “you’re my fucking problem!” you pushed his chest, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

“you tell me that you don’t want a relationship, but then freak out like this? meanwhile you’re still going around doing whoever you want? i hate this, rafe! you don’t even look at me afterwards, how do you think that makes me feel?” he stared at you, his jaw ticking as you kept the tears from falling down your face. “this isn’t about you not being able to commit to someone, this is about you keeping me to yourself and having me around only when it benefits you. i’m done.” you didn’t allow him to respond, chloe jogging up to you just in time.

“you okay?” she pushed your hair out of your face. “can you just take me home please?” your best friend didn’t hesitate, walking you down the driveway before yelling; “get the fuck off of my property, asshole!” making you laugh softly. “fuck him. don’t let him have access to you anymore until he proves to you that he can take you serious. you deserve a million times better than that.” once the car door shut, you let the water works loose. after reassuring chloe that you’ll be okay by yourself, she finally let you off the car, not driving off until she watched you go inside.

your phone started chiming with new messages, all of them from rafe.

[10:47 PM] rafe <3: can we please talk about this?

[10:47 PM] rafe <3: that touron came onto me first, alright? you could ask topper.

[10:48 PM] rafe <3: actually, don’t talk to topper at all.

[10:48 PM] rafe <3: y/n i know i fucked up alright, please call me. or at least let me go over, let me make this up to you, let me make you feel good..

you scoffed at the last message. that’s all you were to him, a good fuck. nothing more, nothing less. you blocked his number, deciding to call it a night. you would have to be joining your parents tomorrow for the country club’s annual luncheon, which you were sure rafe would be at as well. you spent the rest of the night regretting your decision to get rafe riled up, topper kissed you for crying out loud. you made a vow to yourself, swearing you’d never do anything outlandish to get anyone’s attention, especially rafe’s.

“you ignoring me now?” you sucked in a breath, not daring to turn around and face the one man you couldn’t handle to see at the moment. “leave me alone, rafe. seriously.” you walked faster, hoping to reach the main dining room before he yanked you back. “blocking my number and my instagram? i didn’t think you had it in you.” you scoffed, looking up at him as he smiled, shaking his head. “didn’t think i had it in me?” you arched a brow, prying his grip off of your arm.

“come on, y/n,” he looked around, placing a hand on your hip, “we both know no contact isn’t going to work. i’ll show up at your house if i have to.” you didn’t doubt his words for one second, but the fact that he felt this comfortable dismissing your feelings was enough for you to realize what you had to do; tear down his ego. “and why wouldn’t it work? because you wouldn’t have anyone to run to when your daddy makes you cry?” rafe visibly recoiled, his hand moving as if touching you burned him.

“what the fuck did you just say?” his eyes narrowing down at you. “you heard me. it seems like you forgot we were best friends before we started having sex,” you laughed bitterly, “what happened? lost respect for me or something?” not being able to be in his presence for one more second, you left and met your parents at their table. for the rest of the luncheon, you could feel rafe’s gaze piercing through your skin. you knew you struck a chord, but it was all true.

“me and your father will be going to the mainland for the next few days for business, will you be joining us?” your mother’s voice snapped you out of your reverie. “chloe’s only here for a week before she goes back to uni so i’m gonna stay.” she nodded. “alright, i’ll have the driver take you home then, and sweetie,” she leaned in close, “you might want to see what that cameron boy wants, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you sat down.” you glanced up, your stomach dropping at the sight of him. “it’s complicated.” you whispered, you and your mother getting up to leave.

the ride back was quick, your parents letting you know they’ll call you when they get off the ferry. you were about to walk inside before you noticed the door cracked open. what the hell? you turned around to see if your parents were still there, but the car was already gone. you tried to brush it off, going in cautiously. it was still early in the day, the sun still shining brightly overhead. you made your way to the security system, your eyebrows knitting in confusion when you saw it had already been reset. “that’s impossible..” you whispered, jumping when you heard a clash come from upstairs.

you stood frozen, debating if you should run out or go check for yourself. the last thing you wanted to do was call the cops and it wasn’t anything to worry about. you cursed to yourself, slowly making your way upstairs. “is someone there?” you called out, opening the room doors and looking them over. obviously you expected no one to answer, but you still felt relieved when you saw that nothing was out of place. that was until you got to your room, where one side of your bed looked like someone had been laying in it.

you ran your hand over the sheets, the soft material still warm. “i told you i was gonna show up to your house if i had to.” your head shot up to your bathroom, rafe leaning against the doorframe. “what are you doing?” your heart was beating in your ears, his gaze making you feel powerless in this situation. “i’ve been a dick to you, i’ll admit that. i’ll apologize for that. i’m sorry, y/n, i really am,” he started moving towards you, “and you know what? you’re right. it is about me wanting to keep you to myself.” rafe a took a seat in front of you. “i want to work on this. i want us to work together, we could really make this a good thing.” you didn’t know you were crying until rafe wiped the tear from your eye.

“you’re lying to me.” you shook your head, pushing his hand away. a flash of hurt passed over rafe’s face. “i wouldn’t lie to you about this. i’m not as cold and unsure as you think i am.” his hands rested on your thighs. “i can’t even put into words how bad i wanted to hurt topper last night when i saw you sitting on him, and when he grabbed you and kissed you? i wouldn’t have stopped punching him if kelce didn’t get in the middle.” you listened, eventually relaxing under his touch. “i will do everything i have to do to prove to you i’m serious about this. about us.” he started moving closer, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“what do you say, baby?” you swallowed, sitting in thought for a moment. this was all you ever wanted from rafe. the sincerity, the reciprocation. “you promise?” your voice was shaky, his eyes softening as he pulled you against his chest. “you have my fucking word.” he whispered against your skin, his hand running up and down your back. you smiled, pressing a kiss to his adam’s apple. slowly, he brought his hands up to your shoulders, his fingers running through your hair before you felt him gripping your neck. “as much as i want to take you slow, i have to punish you for saying what you did at the countryclub.” your eyes fluttered shut as rafe laid you down, his knee wedging itself between your thighs.

“say it again.” his hand was still wrapped around your neck as you looked up at him with tear clad eyes. “rafe..” he smiled, the action that usually has your heart melting, now had a shiver running down your spine. “say it.” rafe said through gritted teeth. you shuddered, ultimately giving in. “i told you, you wouldn’t have anyone to run off to if your dad made you cry again,” saying it to him after you resolved things just felt cruel now. “and that was very insensitive of me, i’m sorry.” rafe shushed you. “it’s alright.. ‘cause i’m gonna make you regret opening your mouth at all.”

[princessbrunette]

Rafe fucking jayj’s step sister to piss him off because he has a feeling your relationship with him goes beyond being step siblings

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rafe has been watching you. he was intrigued truly, how a sweet girl like you wound up being a pogue. he knew you couldn’t be jj’s actual sister, no— you didn’t quite look the same, and the way you and him interacted, even in public was odd. too touchy, yet cautious, overly self aware. shit, he couldn’t blame jj. if a fine piece of ass like you found your way into his family he’d probably do the exact same.

the need to get back at jj came when he went down for technically vandalising toppers boat. technically, it was pope. but pope didn’t have anything that rafe wanted… jj however…

you were stood so shyly at the entrance to the cameron residence, having received a message from ‘ward’ (actually rafe) that he was interested in hiring you, some kind of personal assistant job. but ward was out of town, and rafe was welcoming you inside.

“y’know i—i don’t know what he was thinking inviting you round right now, he’s out of town.” he scratches his temple, squinting apologetically.

“oh…” you fiddle with your fingers, glancing around at the inside of pristine tannyhill.

“yeah… yeah, i’m sorry about that. you want somethin’ to drink? whilst you know, whilst you’re here?” he extends his arm, backing up towards the kitchen.

“oh i couldn’t possibly—”

“please, anything you want.” rafe waves you off as you follow him through to the next room.

“well, if you insist. just a water please, i’m a little parched from riding my bike over here.” he tries not to snicker, thinking about that little pogue-mobile of yours. it was so you, rickety little thing with a pink basket on top. cute, rafe thought.

even the look of a brita water filter seems to slightly excite you and he smiles, filling up a glass and handing it to you. as you drink, he speaks— seemingly making conversation.

“so you’re uh… maybanks sister, right?” he leans on the counter. he sees you stiffen slightly, knowing the two of them have had their quarrels, but jj never really letting you in on the ins and outs. “s’okay, i can separate the two of you. we’re all adults here, right?” he reassures.

you put the glass down on the counter, wiping your wet hand on your dress. “well, he’s my step-brother.” you clarify.

“ah, yeah… yeah i thought so. no one acts like that with their step sibling.” his gaze doesn’t leave yours even when yours flickers away, guilty. right then, that moment there — rafe knew his suspicions were true. he steps back, nodding for you to follow him. “lets go sit down, yeah?”

you feel you have no choice but to follow him, sitting on the large couch now beside him with your hands on your lap. he leans his elbow on his knee, watching you.

“i—i wanna be straight up with you, that okay?” he drawls after the small talk time is up, eyes boring into yours.

“…yeah.”

“i know it’s not my business but i… i feel like your step-brother is doin’ things to you that he shouldn’t be doin’. and… it just wouldn’t be right for me to sit here n’not intervene i mean i’m older than you, right? and — and it’s my duty to watch out n’protect girls like you. i’m… right aren’t I? he’s touching on you?”

“rafe… no.” you shake your head, looking away shyly, clearly scandalised.

“you know it’s not very polite to come to someone’s house n’ lie to them, sweetheart.” he squints one eye, the idea of upsetting him making you nervous.

“no i’m sorry it’s just… it’s not like that, okay? he teaches me stuff. that’s all. i… dont have a lot of experience so he’s helping me. that’s it, i swear.” you break easily, and rafes fighting everything in him not to smirk.

“your brother?” he almost sounds mocking, like he wants to laugh and your brows furrow.

“step brother.”

“yeah i…i dunno, kid. you know you could have anyone on this island. m’serious, with a — a pretty face like that? shit.” he leans back, shaking his head. “even i’d help you out.”

and that’s how he gets you, right there on that couch — because fifteen minutes later he’s got you on his knees, sucking on his tip as you look up for guidance.

“yeah, yeah like that. go ahead n’start twisting your hand for me. that’s right… see, kid? don’t need your brother. you got me now.”

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[madebyrolo]

𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺

Jj Maybank x reader

she/her

Dating jj has its up and downs. Growing up with an abusive father and no mother figure had him feeling alone, never feeling comfortable or lovable. Once he meets y/n his walls slowly start to come down but it takes awhile for him to accept he matters.

Obx masterlist

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As y/n laid with Jj in the hamock of John Bs. chateau, Jj stared at her in awe. Taking in every inch of her. If you were to put a 13 year old boy right beside him you wouldn't know which was which.

He didn't have much but one thing he did have was you, and it was worth more than anything in the world.

Call him a kook because he was rich in love.

He was happy. You were by far the best person he’s ever met on Kildare island, though don’t tell John B that.

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Y/n and Jj limbs were tangled in the hammock

They have been laying together almost all afternoon, you would be surprised that Jj hasn’t taken a nap yet.

You guys were talking the day away, like how you were able to score more hours at the small boutique you worked at. How Jj almost convinced a kooks dog to go home with him (thankfully he called you to show the cute little guy and you were table to talk some sense into him.)

But mainly it was you doing the talking, Jj just watched and listened. But he was fine with that.

He watched you in awe, with love and lust filmed eyes

He knew your face too well. Every emotion, muscle movement, the “imperfections”. He practically studied it and Jj doesn’t even own a single book.

He knew the way your eyes lit up when you would get happy or excited. How your brows scrunched when you were confused. The bite marks on your lips when you would get confused.

You would tell Jj everything and anything

Telling the blonde every small little details about your day knowing Jj didnt have to know how long it took the duck to cross the street.

The way you couldn’t tell a story without forgetting a small detail and making it 10x more longer than it needed to be.

The way your tounge would slip and stuttered on words.

He just always looked at you with stars in his eyes.

As you continued to talk you mention about your encounter at the gas station earlier today.

“So after I dropped off my brother at practice I stopped to get gas, I just hate how he has to be good enough for a team all the way on Figure 8.” You huff

“The funny thing is that when I was filling up this dude pulled up with his truck right beside me.”

Jj immediately perked up.

“He was talking to me, making convo for some reason. It wasn’t too bad I guess he was nice, but then started making some flirty comments. He was trying to hint on taking me on a date but thankfully my tank filled up right on time.” You told Jj

“Oh um I bet that was uncomfortable for you I’m sorry.” He said as he was more uncomfortable with it.

“It wasn’t bad. He was nice with it unlike the others just straight up being douchebags” you rolled your eyes.

“He even offered to pay my gas but I wouldn’t let him. I should’ve tho it was like $80 bucks”’ you smile to yourself trying to make heart of the situation

“Did you get his name?” Jj asked starting to feel a bit queezy.

“Jj it doesn’t matter anyways. I don’t want you to get into fights, you know I hate it.” You knew what would happen if Jj were to find out

“Yea whatever come on tell me who it is. We’re supposed to tell each other everything yeah ?” He moved your chin to look at him, with his brow cocking

“Ugh fine. But don’t go starting something okay?” You said trying to plead with him

“it was topper” you say lowly

Just by hearing the first syllable he immediately started fuming

“Topper!? Really ? Oh my god that man has balls” he said removing you from him

“Jj please dont-” you winced

“he knows we’re together why would he even try it?” He said getting defensive

“His whole friend group is quite literally obsessed with us, he would’ve, should’ve know we are together? This wouldn’t even be his first time hitting on you, and yet still getting rejected!” the blonde chuckled while putting his shoes on

“He’s been trying even before we got together, hasn’t he gotten a clue?” Jj now walking out the hammock

“Jj where are you going ?” You complained

“Look we’re pouges? He clearly knows that. He hates us for god sakes. He a kook, why would they go after pouge, let alone one they hate. Are they bored with what they have? ‘anything they want yet, crave what’s not theirs.” jj said clearly angry and jealous.

You saw him headed towards the woods.

“Jj please dont go” you said attempting to get out the hammock without rolling off.

“Topper, the kooks in general, they don’t matter to us. They shouldn’t” you raised your voice as the boy disappeared in the trees.

Y/n finally gets out, she puts her shoes on trying to follow the boy she lost vision of.

As she followed the trail she ended up in deep in the middle of the woods but no sign of Jj.

She kept walking hoping to find him somewhere, it wasn’t hard to hide but how far can he go? She continued walking getting closer to the edge of the island near the bay.

After 10 minutes of walking though twigs and hopefully not poison ivy, she found him.

He was sitting on a small abandoned old boat, covered in grime on the outside but perfectly clean on the inside with blankets. Now knowing he’s been here before.

“Hey Jay” you said walking up to him. He was laying on the floor of the boat with his vape on his chest.

He didn’t say anything, he just gave a nod and just stared at the sky. Clearly lost in thoughts, sadness lingering his eyes.

“Jj please. Whats wrong ? Talk to me.” you asked

You joined him in the boat, sitting beside him. You placed your hand on his head, stroking his blonde locks.

He didn’t budge, just laid there hopelessly. She gave him a couple of minutes to wind down before she asked anything.

“Jj we promised to tell eachother everything.” You pleaded with the boy grabbing his hands tangling your fingers putting them into your lap.

“I just find it funny that they want everything. Even when it’s not theirs.” He said with his jaw locking.

“They claim to hate us pouges. Treat us like scum, yet they are so obsessed with you. I don’t get it?” He said with a breathily laugh

“Make it make sense am I right?” He tried to mask he sadness with humor like always does.

“Jj they’re kooks, they’re hungry for anything they can put their hands on.” You said trying to ease him

“It doesn’t matter-”

“but it does ! It matters y/n?!” He raised his voice.

Jj sits ups

“They absolutely hate us, especially me and John B. I don’t know if them flirting with you is just to get me but if it is, it’s working.”

“Jj you know I would never, ever leave you. Not for money, not for looks, not for anything.” Now you grab his heading turning it to you.

“I love you Jj. I would never let anything or anyone come between us, and I know you wouldn’t too.”

He searched your eyes looking to see if you were just saying that to shut him up or telling the truth.

And you were.

but he just couldn’t bare the fact that other people had eyes on you. On His girl.

Jj loved you. He made sure to tell you every second he could.

He was greatful to have you in his life.

He felt like he was in denial or living in his dreams knowing that you wait for me just outside of his sleep.

Just trying to understand his fucked up life.

He didn't have much but he had you.

He was happy for a spilt second. He believed you. You loved him and he loved you. Everyone saw it.

John B and Sarah were sick of how in love you guys were, and they were engaged.

Thoughts now lingering in his head what he would ever do if he lost you.

Knowing you had the eyes of everyone including kooks on you.

You reassured him everytime something bother him.

He knows how easy it is for people to leave him.

But it ripped his soul out knowing you could leave him. That it was an option.

He knew topper, and hell even Rafe had eyes at one point had eyes on her. On his Y/n.

They were rich, smart, handsome, confident, even going to church every Sunday. The “safe”option.

They were everything he wasn’t.

“Can’t even blame him” jj said putting his head down, whipping his mouth with his tounge sticking his cheek.

“What? Jj what do you mean?” you ask him

“Look at you y/n…” he started

“You’re so smart, you’re like at the top of our class. So nice it’s literally giving me a sweet tooth just sitting here. You’re just so perfect.”

“You help take care of your brother when your mom either works days shifts so she’s home when you guys are. You literally volunteer anytime you can. You can get a paycheck but you don’t care about the money when you know how much it can help others. You are the most kind hearted person I know, you don’t take anyone’s shit. You stand up for yourself, I even saw you smack John b for making a joke about Sarah his own girlfriend .”

“Fiancé, She’s still a human, fucking or not it was disrespectful.”

“You aren’t like me. You’re loving and caring, you spend your time helping others. I just can’t understand how you can even consider me the person you love.”

“Jj i don’t believe any of the stuff-”

“Why me? Am I just a charity cost? A bet between you and topper who is just teasing me, or-“

“Jj enough! I’m not going to sit here and hear you talk so terribly about yourself !”

“You may not think you’re a good guy but I see it everyday! When my car breaks down you fix it, when I need help with my brother you come swooping in. When I’m sick you’re immediately at my door step with snacks and medicine. Hell you even made me the most delicious homemade soup and we all know you can’t cook for shit. You pick me up,offer me rides, watch movies I know you hate.” You give him a soft smile just adoring the boy

“And you love me. I hate to admit but I was jealous of all the hooks up before me” you say embarrassed

“But I know how hard it is for you to open up and just to let people in. I know how hard it is for you to trust anyone and yet you gave me the chance”

Jj now looks at you with guilt in his eyes

“We may not give each other silver jewelry, but you gave me your heart. That’s worth more than anything in the world.” You caress his face

“I love you Jj, I mean it. I wouldn’t mind being stuck with you forever” you joke

“I didn’t mean to make you upset, I just want to make sure you’re happy with, or without me. I love you i truly do. I just have a hard time accepting it.”

“It’s okay. I just don’t need you changing up on me. Just remember that you can always talk to me” you push his hair out his face.

“What if I were to change your last name” he smirks looking down at your lips

“See, there’s the Jj I know.” You were relieved that he was happy again

“I’m sorry for making you think we weren’t okay. I just can’t help that -”

“That you were talking nonsense? That you equally obsessed with me as them, what if you guys are in love with each other and I’m the joke?” You joke with him

“Please, he would be lucky to to get with me” Jj says grabbing your hands

“Guess im the luckiest of them all huh?” You look down at his lips

“Just like a beautiful boy with Steve Carrel” Jj joked making a reference from when you made him watch the film.

“My beautiful boy.” you say leaning in for a kiss

But before Jj could connect your lips he backs up.

“Wait you never answered me. What if I were to give you the title of Mrs.Maybank ” He smiled

“Doesn’t sound too bad” you said leaning back in

“Might have to do. I like it a lot.” you smile

“Good because you didn’t have a choice either way….”

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Ahh sorry for being not posting anything in months !!

Haven’t had any motivation or ideas but here’s a cute little Jj Maybank story :)

[rowretro]

𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

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✧CHAPTER 1✧

Babe peacefully sat in her seat for art lesson, which was right beside the Nishimura Riki. The scene that had happened before intrigued the boy... Oh she's such a sweetheart... a piece of art way better than his paintings.

The students started whispering amongst themselves at the sight of the 2 beside each other, but Riki didn't care... His eyes were fixated on the girl beside him, she had her air pods in, her had softly gripping onto the paintbrush the gently strode across her canvas.

He tilted his head as he stared at her "So you're the new girl...." He asked quite annoyed by the fact she didn't hear him. The male smirked darkly as he pulled an earphone out of her ear, listening to the song that was playing in her ears. 

"Chase Atlantic?... cute." he simply stated as the girl finally turned to him, smiling sweetly "I love their songs- do you?" the girl asked as Riki gave her earphone back "They're eh I guess..." The male trailed off.

God, that innocent smile, the way she fixed her glasses slightly as she focused on her painting, the false lashes giving her much more doll like features... She was beautiful in his eyes....

Oh how bad he wants to make this pretty girl cry... Riki chuckled to himself just at the thought of it as he turned back to his canvas.

. . .

Babe was silently walking to her next lesson... Math, the one subject many students dread. The girl stood by the entrance as some girls were heard gossiping beside her.

"Did you hear? Park Sunghoon got into another fight-" "Of course he did, I mean that girl was basically asking for it, she knows he hates physical touch, you should've seen the way she was clinging to him... " "ouh it was such a gruesome scene, he literally dislocated her arm, you could even hear the sounds of her bones"

The girls continued their gossip as they entered the class. "Babe lee right?" Mr Park asked with a smile as Rowan nodded. "Alright students we have a new student, please introduce yourself" 

"Hi im Babe- I hope we can be good friends I guess?" the girl questioned, still new to this whole concept of needing to introduce herself.

"You may sit beside Park Sunghoon... at the back corner there, he's one of our class toppers I'm sure he can help you" The teacher smiled, as Rowan smiled back sweetly, hiding the little fear she didn't know she had after hearing the rumours.

She couldn't deny it though.... He was... Stunning, beautiful, he was literally a painting made by the heavens above, the dream guy that anyone would fall for. Silently, she took her seat, taking out her book as Sunghoon eyed her top to bottom.

"Don't you think that skirt's a little too short?... things like that don't flatter me you know" there it is... that cocky, unattractive side to him. "Congratulations, Mr perfect has a flaw~" she commented, unaware of the eyes that laid on her.

Sunghoon scoffed at her attitude, but continued with taking notes. Such a ballsy, god awful bitchy little girl. A little girl that had caught the attention of Nishimura Riki...

Sunghoon frowned at Riki's text and the stalkerish picture of Rowan he sent. His frown immediately replaced by a smug smirk as he turned to the girl, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

The Park Sunghoon laid his hands on a girl willingly... the whole class was filled with little gasps as Rowan turned to Sunghoon with a slight frown. "You're going to be sitting with me and the boys at break today you get it pretty girl?!" Sunghoon simply asked, his voice low as he leaned into her face.

"You will be sitting with me and the boys... you don't want to know what'll happen if you do so otherwise now do you?..." Sunghoon threated, his voice slightly louder than a faint whisper.

. . .

It was the first break of the school day. Babe hadn't exactly initiated or asked to be someone's friend, and yet so many people had friendly smiles, offering her a seat. After all, they considered her the new happy pill of the school.

A rather pretty girl who she had made small talk with earlier waved her over. It was Eunchae,  Babe smiled as she was about to walk over to them, only to be yanked away by a mush more stronger arm.

Immediately, all the smiles had faded and no one looked her way, however Eunchae stared at her being taken away, with a pout. "You didn't forget your promise did you little girl?!..." Sunghoon sked darkly as he stared down at her.

"N-No I didn't... I was just smiling at her that's all" Babe reasoned as Sunghoon rolled his eyes, dragging her with him, there were 2 boys in front of her, another beside her and three more boys including Riki, behind her.

The door read "Staff only, no students are to pass beyond this point" but it seemed to be no deal as One of the boys waved the keys and with one swift move unlocked the door. There they were, on the roof top.

Only at this moment, Babe knew that something really bad was going to happen... 

and boy was she so right...

✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧

[rhonnie23]

Self Love K.SM

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"God damn it," you mutter between clenched teeth as your head hits your pillow. It's been almost three months since your crush & his best friend became your roommates. & it's been two months since you bought your rose. Yes that rose.

As you lay in bed sweaty & coming down from my high, you heard your roommates return home.

"Y/n we're home!" Jeongin yell out as he got close to your bedroom door. You all have our own bathrooms in your rooms, which you thank god for. "I'll be out in a minute I'm about to take a shower," you yell back as you make your way to the bathroom.

When you first met your crush you all were juniors in high school. Seungmin was quite popular because he was our class topper, even though he has the cutest face ever his mouth could be very lethal, he did not take bull shit from anyone, & he hated bullies which is how you both met.

In high school, you wouldn't say you were ugly, you was just a lot more on the curvy side. Yes 17 years old 5'1 & a half weighting 232 pounds.

So yes that caused you to be bullied a lot. Your whole life no one ever tried to help you let alone talk to you. So the day Seungmin helped you was the day you fell in love. That was 2 years ago now & let's just say your not that shy, overweighted 17-year-old girl anymore.

After graduating you went to the States to visit your parents & over the summer you lost a lot of weight. 57 pounds to be exact. Your still curvy but just in all the right places as your best friend Kiara always tells you.

Most of your classmates all got accepted into the same college, so the looks you got from so many people were priceless even though you had talked to Seungmin almost every day over the summer break you never told him about your major weight loss. So even he was surprised when he saw you. With you both being roommates he & Jeongin were the first to see you.

Everyone still thinks your this shy good girl who hardly ever talks but in reality, your not. Seungmin & your best friend always makes it their job to let people know you're the complete opposite. You are loud, goofy & became very confident in yourself.

It's Saturday so that means movie night. You picked last weekend so it's Jeongin's turn which is most likely a scary K-drama or just something scary in general. The fox-looking boy is dating your best friend, so you take advantage of getting close & cling to Seungmin.

As you leave your room & make your way to the living room you hear more than just your roommates. When you reach the end of the hall you see that you was right. As you walk in you see not only your bestie there but also the rest of you roommates' friends. So now it is 8 boys in your living room.

"Hey Y/n," the squirrel-like boy says as he is the first one to notice your presence. Followed by a few waves & heys from everyone else.

"What's up squirrel boy," you reply & waving at everyone else as you make your way to the kitchen.

"Damn you two are lucky to have Y/n as your roommate," Chan says as half of them watch her walk away. "I got with a loud dwaekki & a singing, slow ass squirrel," he says while pointing at Changbin & then to Jisung causing both of them to yell at him causing everyone to laugh at the trio.

You wouldn't say your a goth girl but your favorite colors are red & black & the majority of your clothes consist of those colors. Since your at home you don't bother getting dressed up. You have on a black noodle-strapped tank top that has a built-in bra that shows off my belly & nipple piercings, paired with some off-black shorts.

You were about to go & sit between Seungmin & Changbin when someone knocked at the door. Before you got the chance to do or say anything Seungmin stood up & rushed to the door causing his hair to flop like cute puppy ears. After a minute a so he returns with a small girl clinging to his arm smiling so hard it looks like her face might get stuck that way.

"Guys I forgot to tell you that my best friend was coming over. She's here visiting from Seoul," Seungmin said smiling as they now stood in front of the TV.

You was surprised & a little pissed off to hear him say her name before he started pointing around the room & saying everyone's name. Once he got to you, you ignored them as you stood up & asked if anybody wanted anything from the kitchen & walked right past them almost bumping them causing them to take a step back.

When you returned Seungmin & the girl were sitting where you both usually sit. Before you got to say something Changbin said, "Y/n can you sit with Hyunjin? Kali is scared of scary movies," "But- fine whatever," you said but instead of sitting with Hyunjin you go to sit with Chan.

You wasnt even 20 minutes into the movie & you couldn't help but to keep glaring at Seungmin & his 'best friend'. At some point, you hear Jeongin whisper to Kiara how cute they would be together & reply with a sour face saying 'Ew'.

After another torturing 20 minutes you decide you can't take the sight of them or hear Jeongin talk about them no more.

"Hey guys I'm going to go lay down I'm not feeling too well," you said as you got up & walk toward your room not giving anyone a chance to say anything.

Every time someone came to your room & knocked on the door you just ignored the & pretended to be asleep. Everyone but Kiara believed you truly was but with you best friend being the only one knowing you liked Seungmin which you made very obvious by the way, knew you wasn't okay.

She talked to you but you didn't say much before she got up & left as everyone was now leaving.

A/n should I make a part 2? Please reblog & let me know if you like it! It would mean so much to me🥰❤️

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Ch. 3 of A Helping Paw

Obsessive! Werewolf/Weredog 141(+extra) x Chubby! OC Freya

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That night, Freya drempt about a man with a hot accent that she couldn't quite remember whispering sweet nothings and pure filth in her ear, and she woke up slightly confused and a little overheated. Lifting her head and blinking the sleep from her eyes, she found that she had buried her face in the back of Soap's neck fur, and he was nestled right up against her.

When she moved he stirred, and turned over to face her as much as he could with his body pinned under her thick thigh, which didn't actually offer him much trouble as he rolled on his back.

She had always preferred that position when sleeping, often waking up to find her leg curled around a pillow or her partner when they shared a bed. She released him from his thigh prison.

His tail fluttered under the covers excitedly, making rustling sounds as it swept back and forth. He gave her his best impression of a smile, licking at her chin with his long tongue.

"Mm, goodmoring pup," She yawned, kissing the side of his head before settling back down, feeling warm and content.

Soap just wiggled impossibly closer, happy to be pet idly as she slowly woke up. Occasionally, he'd let out an impatient whine and paw at her arm when she stopped, making her huff in amusement and start petting him again.

As he's laid on his back snuggled up to her, she felt something warm and slimy bumb into her elbow. The sudden wet feeling touching her skin makes her jerk her arm away and pull back the covers, only to discover that he's hard.

"Oookay," Freya said, sitting up, "That's enough of that, bud. Time to get up," She told him, throwing the covers off of her and getting out of bed.

He whined, attempting to coax her back into bed as he rolled onto his stomach and looked up at her with his best puppy eyes, light blue contrasting nicely with his fur. She doesn't yield, but does pet him.

"You're a very handsome boy, but I need to get up anyways," She spoke to him like he could understand her, then put on some comfortable slippers and padded into the attatched bathroom.

Her morning routine consisted of brushing her teeth and washing her face, then drawing herself a nice hot bath and having a good soak, idly scrubbing at her skin. Multiple times Soap licked at her bare skin, usually along her arm or her leg when she propped it up to shave, and she has to shove his nose away multiple times so he wouldn't lick off her shaving gell or soap.

Usually, she'd love to soak for upwards of an hour, or however long the water remained warm, but her temporary companion insisted on staring at her like she'd cease to exist if he looked away for half a second or blinked even once, and it got to be a little much. She even attempted to coax him into a down, but he refused and even put his front paws up on the edge of the tub like he planned on jumping in, and that made her panic slightly so she ended her bath early.

It wasn't even that she minded so much that he was staring, he was just a dog after all. But it was a strange thing, to feel watched all the time. Even when she closed her eyes she could feel his piercing blue gaze boring holes into her bare skin. No one had ever stared that intensely at her, not even her boyfriend.

She pushed back the thoughts, drying herself off after getting out and wrapping up in a nice silk robe that ended it just about mid thigh, pink with pretty white flowers and a black trim and belt.

Soap followed after her into the kitchen, and she made sure to clean out and refill his waterbowl with fresh water before she went about prepping his breakfast, getting out everything she needed and cutting up his pre prepped portion.

After, she went about making her own food, cheese omletts, and she felt bad that Soap only had meat to eat, and nothing else. She doesn't have any tasty extras, no toppers or anything, so she asked him to sit while he was in the middle of eating. He obeyed, with a cute confused tilt to his head, and she cracked an egg over the rest of his meal and left him the shells to eat or pick out if he didn't want them

"Do you like eggs, bud?" Freya asked, and got a happy little arf in response. She smiled and left him to it.

After she's finished cooking, Soap joined her once again on the couch while she ate and watched her little shows on the TV, half curled in her lap. After relaxing for a little bit, she decided that he needed to get out to do his buisness and exercise.

"Wanna go outside Soap?" She asked, and laughed when he perked up, hopping down so she can stand. He walked over to the door, looking back at her expectantly when she doesn't immediately follow.

"I'm sorry pup, gotta get dressed first." She told him, heading to her bedroom to change with him right behind her. She put on a simple yellow sundress with black sandals, and grabbed multiple different toys along with a chuckit- and thank god for that, her legs were still sore and achy from the hike yesterday, and she didn't need her arms to fall off because she was throwing a ball a hundred times over.

She sort of needed her arms, being a writer and all, although it's not like she really needed to work which how much money she still had from her parents and grandfathers inheritance, tucked away in a savings account for safekeeping.

She opened the door, and Soap ran out, right to the edge of the forest to pee on a scent urgently. He trotted around the edge then, sniffing at the ground and bushes and roots, occasionally marking on something that he didn't like or just claiming the area as his own.

While he did his business, she looked down at her phone to call Nikolai. Holding her phone up to her ear she looked back up and saw Soap wondering into the forest. She didn't think much of it as she watched him walk over foliage with his long legs, that was until he started getting further and further out of sight to the point where she actually lost track of him.

Panicking, she hung up on Nikolai before he had a chance to answer and rushed after the dog. By the time she made it to the edge of the forest, he was already walking back.

"Soap, you scared me!" Frey huffed out, feeling her irrational amount of panic subside. To his credit, he did lower his ears and let out a low whine, appearing sorry. She sighed, and leaned down to kiss between his eyes.

"Good boy. Don't wonder off so far, yeah?" She whispered then stood up, "If I loose you I'll have to skip town and I'll never be able to return to my childhood home out of shame, and you wouldn't want that would you bud?"

He huffed out of his nose at her, flicking his tongue at her fingers. She walked back to her porch, sitting on the hanging bench. Just as she got comfortable, her phone rang. She answered and put it on speaker.

"Goodmorning zaika," Nikolai's deep, sleep ladden voice rumbled on the other side of the receiver, catching her off guard.

"G-Goodmorming," Freya stuttered out, mentally cursing herself for feeling flustered. She had a boyfriend, for fucks sake! But that deep, accented sleepy russain voice? It really did her in.

"You called?" He yawned out, and she scolded herself, feeling guilt gnaw at her for waking the poor man up, having the audacity to find his morning voice stupidly attractive, and also for having a boyfriend whilst she thought about Nikolai like that.

"Ah, yeah- sorry for waking you," She quickly offered, pressing the ball into the chuckit and tossing it over the porch for Soap, and he reassured her that it was fine, he had to wake up soon anyways. "I wanted to ask if Soap didn't like men? We were on a hike and this random guy tried to pet him and Soap snarled and snapped his teeth at the guy. He seemed like a shifty person after the fact but I thought I'd ask."

Soap hopped over the railing, chasing after the orange ball. "Ah, I see. He does not like strange men touching him, and he is more tolerant of women, but I do not recommend letting too many get close. Soap is impulsive and immature, but he wants to make you happy."

He dropped the ball in her lap, huffing through his nose indignantly and stomping one of his big front paws.

She snorted, "You are so dramatic, bud. Lil impulsive drama queen, arent you?"

"Ah, did Soap hear me?" Nikolai chuckled, and she could hear what sounded like him getting out of bed.

"Yeah, he huffed and stomped his foot at me," Freya giggled, reaching out to pet him. He pouted, ducking his head a little as he looked up at her. She clipped the ball into the the chuckit, and held it up, "You still wanna play or are you mad at me?" She asked, wiggling the ball in the air. He huffed again and sat back, so she threw it for him and he chased after it.

He waited for a moment to make sure her attention wasn't entirely on Soap, "May I ask you a question, zaika?"

"Oh sure! What is it?"

"Yesterday when I mentioned Price was on deployment you looked.. sad," Nikolai said, unanswered question like a splash of cold water.

"Oh.. um, yeah," She said, voice dipping into a hushed, sad tone.

"Can I ask why?" He asked, voice much softer than his usual deep rumble.

"Well.. both of my parents were military. And they both died during deployment in a military related accident when I was 16." Freya told him sadly, watching Soap jog back up the stairs.

"I'm sorry to hear that, zaika," He told her honestly, voice solemn.

"Yeah," She sighed, "But it's been a while now. I've already been through the grieving process, with my parents and my grandfather."

They were both quiet after that for a bit, and she threw the ball for Soap again before he spoke up.

"Last night I managed to call Price, and I found out some more information. He has another dog being watched named Gaz, and they both only came to him recently. He took them in on behalf of an old friend of his who he promised that he'd take care of them until he could find them more permanent homes."

"Oh," She breathed out, already feeling that familiar twinge. She almost wanted to curse her father and grandfather for spoiling her so much, both in life and death, making her crave to have everything she wanted, and always making things work out for her.

She wanted to keep Soap, actually. Almost felt sad when she discovered he had a loving home somewhere nearby. And now, finding out it was only temporary until he found his new forever home? She had to scold herself for being spoiled, Jake didn't like dogs much and he did live with her in her little city apartment. Soap wouldn't be happy there, would he?

But he loved it out here, didn't he? Out in the country, in her old family home. Wasn't it time she stopped being a city girl and came home?

"Detka?" Nikolai asked, russain accent thick as he used some word she didn't know- probably calling her a silly little airhead for going mute for so long, stuck in her own head.

"Oh- Uh, yes?" She finally snapped out of it when Soap whined and nosed at her hands. She pet him absent-mindedly.

"Would you want to come meet Gaz? He is here at my shop today, you are free to stop by and visit," He told her.

Freya nibbled on her bottom lip in indecision, checking the time on a phone and noting that it was already 11am, well past when Jake said he'd be back. Only after Soap barked at her impatiently, jumping up onto her lap with his front paws did she answer, almost accidentally stumbling out a, "Yeah, sure," in response.

"When would you like to come?" He asked, and she could hear him presumably moving around his house, getting ready for the day.

"Uh, when do you open? I don't have any plans today- except wait for my boyfriend to come back from hiking and introduce him and Soap. Hopefully successfully." She told him, throwing the ball for the pup again.

But as he was about to jump over the railing again he paused, almost mid-jump as he landed paws-up on the railing, big blue eyes looking back at her over his fluffy shoulder with an expression she couldn't quite place, although if he was capable of such emotion she'd assumed it was betrayal.

"Ah- boyfriend?" He ventured carefully, "Best to be cautious with Soap, he can get possessive with people he like. I am about to leave soon to open, I'll be in the shop if you left now."

"Ok, yeah, sure," She said, already standing up. She was already dressed, mostly in anticipation of seeing her boyfriend again, but he wasn't back yet, and now that she thought about it she didn't really have a plan for introducing him to Soap, and she should probably figure out what she's going to do when she does, considering how quick the dog was to snap at that man yesterday.

"I'll leave now then, and meet you there- is that.. is that ok?" She asked at the end, unsure, not wanting to rush him into getting ready.

Nikolai chuckled on the other end of the phone, "Of course detka, you and Soap are welcome anytime, yes?" He rumbled, deep and amused. She felt herself flush, nodding although he couldn't see and agreeing with him, promising to meet him there soon.

Water bottle, keys, purse and leash in hand, she opened up the door on the driver's side of the truck, knowing Soap would end up across from her even if she put him in the back seat anyways. "C'mon pup, let's go vist Nikolai, yeah?" She called to him, smiling sweetly when his head tilted cutely at the familiar name.

Soap let out a high pitched 'ruff' and hopped in, settling quickly in his seat as she set her bottle in the cup holder and her things in the floor space of the passenger seat, earning her a quick wet kiss on her exposed shoulder, to which she rolled her eyes affectionately at.

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Red Dress part 2

Warnings: toxic relationships, swearing, slapping, cheating

A/N: Reader is not really able to leave Rafe but she can attempt to

[Edited]

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After that day you couldn’t help but see Rafe in different, more disturbing light, one that scared you so much you couldn‘t sleep properly and even though a long time has passed and he’s tried to apologise, sleeping in the same bed as him knowing what he’s capable of, was not a pleasant experience.

He tried to initiate sex quite a few times after what happened, but every time he did, you told him you just weren’t in the mood. Even when he started getting really frustrated, he only left your shared bedroom with a huff, opting on sleeping on the couch.

Truth is you were starting to feel bad, but your body just didn’t react the same to him, you were terrified of him ticking of and repeating what he’s done to you, so you did what any person would do, you listened and did everything he wanted you to do but better. Always standing up when he told you, letting him pick your outfits, nodding at every request, staying close to him whenever you two went partying with his friends and letting him hold your hair while you snorted whatever him and topper had to offer . But at some point you were just to tired.

Tired of always walking on egg shells, shrinking into yourself ��when he looked down at you with his intimidating stare, you didn’t wish to live like that anymore. You wanted to be free, to be with someone who gave you freedom, who you could yourself give freedom too, who was happy when you were happy, and eventually after breaking it of with Rafe, you got it.

JJ was everything Rafe wished he was and more, he was caring and sweet and so so confident, he was handsome and that smirk of his was enough to make a woman faint on spot. JJ was your dream man and you actually thanked the universe for giving you this experience after everything you’ve been through.

Unfortunately, Rafe wasn’t as thrilled about you dating his sworn enemy. At first he left you messages trying to win you back by acting all cute, after a while he realised that won’t work so he started to become really aggressive, threatening you and JJ and promising to get you back one way or another. Eventually he stopped trying to get a response out of you but that didn’t make you feel safer, you were even more terrified.

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You were at a Party with JJ, hanging on to him where ever he went, and if he noticed you acting weird, he didn’t mention only giving you a soft smile, always holding your hand, trying to give you the feeling of closure and hoping you felt just a little safer.

That did help a little and you kissed his rosey cheek as a sign of thank you. He looked down to you before kissing your forehead and excusing himself to the bathroom. You wished you could ask to go with him, but you did understand that at some point you had to let go of him and have some fun and until now, the danger hasn’t showed himself.

“Please be quick J, I don’t know anyone here” You said

“I’ll be right back don’t worry” You smiled up at him and nodded

After he left, you picked your drink up from the table next to you and gave it a try, the taste of alcohol making you gag, you overdid it with the vodka this time. You put your drink down and looked around the room scanning everyone there, trying to find someone you knew and unfortunately you found him…

He was looking right at you probably hoping to burn a hole through you head with his icy glare. Your breathing stopped for a second and the adrenaline in your body was unbearable, you looked left and right trying to find somewhere to run to, but it took too long as he started to come your way and it was as if your legs weren’t working, cause instead of leaving , you just stood there looking at him.

“Look who decided to show themselves again, didn’t think you would, considering you went ghost on me”

“Normally when people break up, they don’t text each other anymore” you said with a glare on your face

„What, you forgot about me that easily?”

“There is nothing to remember, I’m with JJ and he is everything you wished you were and more” You stated confidently, noticing those dark blue eyes come back, the way they always would before Rafe lost it.

“You want a real man, I’ll show you a real man” Rafe responded before taking a hold of your arm and dragging you across the room and into the parking lot, your attempt at escaping doing nothing but firing him on , when he finally got to his truck, he pushed you inside and locked the door making sure you couldn’t get out.

“Please just let me be Rafe, JJ is waiting for-“ You heard the ringing sound before you felt it, your face moving to the side at a fast pace, a cry escaped your mouth and before you got to soothe your aching cheek he grabbed it aggressively

“If I hear that name coming out of your mouth again, I’ll glue it shut” “you’re mine and you and the rest of outerbanks knows it, I’m taking you home and we’ll have a talk about what happens to disrespectful bitches”

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𝑡𝚑𝑟𝑒𝑒 ❀

𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑐

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝚑𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑎 𝚑𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝚑.

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ꕤ

𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑ೀ

𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑘𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑑

oh my god...

when she noticed the door opening she expected to find sarah standing there, not him. the same guy she'd noticed the other day. the one who seemingly had a fight with his dad and sped off on his motorcycle. that time she'd seen him from a distance. but now, up close, he was better looking than she even imagined.

"uh, hi" she made the first move, surprisingly.

"hey" he gave her a smile, a smirk even, shamelessly checking her out. not that she could deny she wasn't checking him out just a minute ago. he had another polo shirt on, classic. she assumed it was the dress code for wealthy males on this 'side' of the island. since every man she had seen - outside her home - supported the polo shirt and khaki shorts combo, just like him.

she let her eyes rake back up to his face. he was gorgeous, she'd seen 3 boys yesterday but not one of them compared to him. he was tall - taller than her, not that it was hard to be taller than her, she had to crane her neck slightly to look up at him. 

"is uh.. sarah in?" she asked, timidly. where's your confidence gone now, angel?

his smile dropped, and so did her heart. shit. what did she say? was it wrong? was this not even sarah's house? 

"yeah" he ran a hand over his face. "she's just-" he started, but was quickly cut off by an angry guy storming his way down the stairs, pushing past her and sarah's brother at the front door. he was also dressed in a polo shirt. maybe she has two brothers? she didn't mention a second one.

"rafe, your sisters a bitch man" this guy said as he barged into angels shoulder, not even acknowledging her. alright. so maybe she doesn't have two brothers.

"tell me about it" rafe shouted out the door, as the guy walked down the driveway in a hurry to seemingly get away from the house.

rafe. that's his name. cute. hm.. wait a second. he said what about his sister?

but just as angel was going to open her mouth to protect her new friend, she came flying down the same staircase. "topper!'" she was shouting but she quickly lowered her voice when she saw angel and rafe standing at the door.

no one said anything for a few seconds. sarah was clearly in distress, angel was confused, and that smirk appeared back on rafe's face. but before he could open his mouth, sarah cut him off. "shut your mouth, rafe" she pointed a finger at him.

his smirk didn't leave, instead, he just put his hands up in faux surrender. "alright, i'll leave you and your friend in peace" he said, walking away from where her and sarah were stood not before looking angel up and down once more. 

sarah scoffed, walking over to angel, inviting her in properly and closing the door behind her. "are you okay?" angel spoke in a soft voice. sarah sniffled, then wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"yeah, um" she took a deep breath "follow me."

so, she did. sarah's house was beautiful, with a giant spiral staircase, multiple stories, big rooms and a massive front and back garden. angel followed the girl up the said spiral staircase and into a room. sarah's room.

once they entered, sarah sat down on her bed - composing herself. angel slid the jacket, which belonged to sarah, off her shoulders. setting it down next to her. "i bought you this back" she gave a warm smile, not knowing how to cheer the girl up.

sarah lifted her head from her hands, acknowledging what angel had said. "thanks" she gave a weak smile. it didn't quite reach her eyes like normal. sighing, angel sat down next to her, slinging her arm around sarah's shoulders.

"what's wrong?" she asked in a whisper, leaning into her. the tears fell from sarah's eyes again. angel just held her closer. letting her cry onto her shoulder.

"m-my boyfriend, i-i broke up with him a-and" she stuttered out in between cries "he s-said some..hateful w-words". her head shook as she leaned into angel more. 

angel was confused, she didn't say anything for a moment. she thought sarah's boyfriend was the guy she was cuddled up on the beach with. but it seemed now that sarah's real boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, was the guy she named 'topper', who ran out of the house when she arrived.

"whatever he said, don't let it affect you. he was probably just salty that the most beautiful girl on this island broke up with him" she tried cheering her up. it worked, when sarah's head rose from being buried into her shoulder, she gave a small laugh. sarah's laugh sent a smile on angels face as sarah - once again - wiped her tears, took a deep breath and stood up from the bed.

"I'm glad your here, i need your opinion" she exclaimed, walking to her closet.

"what? is it another boyfriend?" sarah turned around in fake shock, scoffing playfully as she couldn't stop the smile that spread on her face.

"girl, no" she shouted as she disappeared into the walk-in wardrobe she had in her bedroom. fancy. she reappeared a second later with four garment bags in her hand. "i need help deciding"

angel raised her eyebrow in question. "where are you going?"

sarah dropped the bags onto the bed and looked at her new friend. "you don't know?"

"oh my god, who is keeping these secrets on this island"

sarah chuckled, unzipping one of the bags to reveal a beautiful plain white dress with off the shoulder sleeves. 

"wow" angel was mesmerised, it looked expensive. "where are you going in a dress this pretty?"

"it's an event" sarah started "its called midsummers, all the kook families attend it"

"a kook is.?" angel asked, still confused from the explanation she got from jj on the beach.

sarah rolled her eyes playfully. "a kook is me, you, the people that live on this side of the island, the cut, some people call it." she paused, making sure angel was following along. "we have money, big houses and nice jobs"

"well, that's not our fault, we didn't ask-"

"shhh" sarah cut her off "let me finish!" she exclaimed. 

"fine!" angel giggled.

"the pogues, aka the people you met yesterday, they live on the cut. they don't have a lot of money, not very nice houses and they work for the kooks"

angel frowned. "most kooks hate the pogues, unfortunately, they're always getting into trouble but, i think they're cool"

"me too.. and i've barely even spoken to one" angel laughed again.

"you know the girl who tried to tell you being a kook is a bad thing?" sarah asked "kiara, her name is"

"oh..yeah. what about her?" angels stomach dropped, remembering how upset she had gotten over the girl she didn't even know.

"guess what" a smile spread over sarah's face, slightly comforting angel.

"what?"

"she's a kook too" 

"no way" angels mouth dropped open. "why was she so bothered?"

"she turned full pogue or something, much to her parent's disappointment"

"is she going to this midsummer's thing?" angel wondered.

"yeah, probably" it went silent for a minute before sarah spoke up. "technically, you should be going - if you're, you know 'a kook'. " she made air quotes with her hands.

"I'm not sure, i have no idea what my dad does all day, i barely even see him"

"oh" sarah said, confused. "we go every year, my dad owns something i think, he always does a speech, i'm not really sure. i only go for the alcohol, to be honest" she admitted.

"wow, how do i secure myself an invite" angel didn't think her dad was very involved with that sort of stuff. she didn't even know what midsummers was.

"you could come with me, if you wanted" sarah offered.

angel thought about it for a minute. "when is it?"

"next week."

she would still be grounded by then. it was one thing to sneak off in the day for a couple of hours, but to sneak off to a party where the whole of the island could be, was a little risky. "i'll think about it" she offered a smile, already deciding the answer was probably no, but she'd entertain the idea anyway.

"now, show me the rest of the dresses."

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about four hours later and the pair had tried on about everything in sarah's closet, performing their own little runway show. she and sarah had decided on the first white dress although, there was a cute light blue dress that came as a strong runner up, angel wished she could of had that one to herself.

the two girls were now lying on her bed, exchanging embarrassing stories from their childhoods.

"when i was in first grade, i wanted to be a dolphin" angel started, laughing already - emerging a chuckle from the other girl who didn't even know the story. "one day, i had all these red bumps form on my upper body, and i thought i was turning into a dolphin" sarah let out a loud cackle, angel shushing her "i haven't even told the story yet!"

"sorry, sorry, continue miss dolphin" sarah composed herself. 

angel sighed playfully and continued on. "i ran to my teacher crying because i didn't want to be a dolphin yet... turns out i was just allergic to yogurt" the two girls burst into fits of giggles, rolling around on the bed until one of them eventually tumbled off of it, making the situation even funnier.

once they'd come around, angel - who was now lying on the floor - spoke up. "i haven't eaten all day" she groaned.

"what!" sarah shot up from her space on the bed, jumping onto the floor and pulling angel up by her arm. "c'mon, you like pizza?"

"fuck yes!" 

angel let sarah drag her to the living room, where they sat on the couch and decided on which pizza to order.

"pineapple on pizza?" sarah questioned the other girl.

"ugh.. the best" angel smirked when a scowl crossed sarah's facial features.

"ew, we can't be friends anymore"

angel rolled her eyes sarcastically, leaning over to get a look at the menu. they eventually decided on what they wanted, turning on the large flat screen television for entertainment while they waited for the delivery.

fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang. angel looked over at sarah who was too engrossed in the episode of pretty little liars they'd turned on. "you go get it, this is my favourite part"

angel sighed, before getting up from the couch and padding her way over to the front door. she opened the door and was met with a young boy, around her age. he smiled at her, although it was more of a grimace, their hands touching as she took the pizza. 

"there you go, pretty lady" he gave her a wink. angel was uncomfortable, hoping she could just close the door and scurry back to the living room to eat her food, but the boy opened his mouth again. she sighed internally, mentally telling herself she'd hear what he had to say once more before she closed the door on him. 

like a fish, his mouth opened and closed, but no sounds came out. angel wondered if she was having a stroke, if her hearing had gone for some unknown reason. but when the boy's eyes drifted behind her figure, she couldn't help but turn around.

stood behind her was none other than rafe, the boy who she'd just met a few hours before, who practically insulted his own sister and left before another snarky remark could leave his mouth. he had one eyebrow raised as he stared at the timid boy in-front of him.

"s-sorry" the boy squeaked out before scurrying off from where he came from. god, he wasn't that intimidating surely. but, as soon as he appeared he was gone again. when she turned back around, she caught the back of him as he headed to another room. she stood there for a minute, gathering herself. what the fuck just happened?

"angel" sarah called out from the living room.

"coming" she replied breaking out of her daydream.

"was he cute?" sarah asked with a wink when angel set the boxes down on the coffee table

angels eyed winded "what?" she asked, franticly.

"the pizza guy, silly"

"oh" she coughed "no he was, no" she shook her head laughing.

"shame, thought i could set you up with one"

"oh shut up" angel rolled her eyes collapsing back onto the seat to resume the episode and eat her pizza.

they quickly finished the pizzas, spending another hour watching another episode of the show. then, angels eyes snapped to the giant windows, noticing it had gotten dark.

"shit" she swore to herself. making sarah's attention snap to her friend.

"what?" she asked

"my dads gonna kill me if i'm not home, it's already dark" she stood up, getting ready to leave and - hopefully, not get caught by her dad.

"i think your dad needs to loosen up a bit" sarah smiled

"tell me about it" angel shouted as she walked to the front door. "bye!" she added, turning around to give sarah - who was shocked at how quickly she'd managed to gather her things and leave - a wave.

"bye, call me!" sarah shouted back, returning the wave.

as soon as sarah heard the front door shut, rafe turned round the corner. she eyed him as he also followed the path to the front door. 

"rafe" she caught his attention, his eye brows raised in a questioning way. "can you.. make sure she gets home alright?" she asked sheepishly.

he rolled his eyes. "why don't you look after your own friends sarah, i'm not a babysitter" 

she huffed as she sat back on the couch, tired of her brother's attitude. but unbeknownst to her, he had actually followed through with her request.

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outside, angel walked down the driveway at a fast pace. wrapping her arms around herself for warmth, she didn't realise how cold it gets at night here. well, maybe for her because she isn't used to it. she was lost in her thoughts when she approached the gate, pressing in the code she remembered, frowning when it didn't open. she tried again, but to no avail. she huffed, but before she could pull out her phone to check the code, she felt a presence behind her.

she turned around to be met with none other than rafe - she didn't know his last name yet but she made a mental note to ask sarah later. 

"can i help you?" she called out to him over the wind.

"i think i should be asking you that" he chuckled, walking closer

"yeah.." she rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. "what's the code?"

he, begrudgingly walked over to her space, bumping his arm against her shoulder as he punched in the right code combination, making the gate swing open.

he held out his arm "ladies first" there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

she rolled her eyes at him this time but went forward anyways "charming" she muttered under her breath. but as soon as she rounded the corner where her house came into view, she froze. 

"fuck!" she whisper-shouted turning around to hide but only to be met with rafe's solid chest. his arms grabbed her shoulders on instinct as a string of apologies left her mouth.

"what?" he cut off her rambling, looking around for a threat or any person, only spotting a nicely dressed man on the driveway of the house next door. he knew a family had moved in, his dad said he worked with the man, said he was a nice guy, had a few family issues but apparently they moved to the outer banks to 'sort them out'.

"my dad" she whispered, "keep your voice down."

"he won't hear us over the wind.. wait, your dad?" he asked, slightly shocked. when he'd seen this blonde girl turn up at his doorstep he assumed it was another one of sarah's pogue friends. he had no idea she was a kook. 

"yes, oh my god he's gonna be so mad" she was slightly panicking almost pacing up and down the small gap they were hidden in. 

"why? what have you done to make him so mad, little miss kook" he teased.

she stopped her pacing to look up at him in offence. "don't call me that" she scowled. "i'm grounded for two weeks, okay?" she threw her hands up in the air.

"damn, what you do?" two weeks seemed a little harsh? did she commit a serious offence or something, he wondered.

"i-" she hesitated "doesn't matter i just.." 

he smirked a little, placing his hands on her shoulders and guiding her towards her house. she thrashed in his grip. "what are you doing!" she exclaimed, but he just shushed her and walked her to her house. he easily overpowered her so getting her there wasn't an issue, he just had to make sure it didn't look like a kidnapping to any passers by.

he let go of her once they got to the path that led to the house. "just follow my lead, okay?" he whispered to her, bending down to her ear level.

angel sighed, she didn't know whether to trust him or not, she'd met him a couple of hours ago and he was either gonna make her punishment from her dad worse, or make it better. she decided to trust him, although she basically didn't have a choice, her dad had already spotted her. 

he looked angry as he approached her, a scowl on his face. his mouth already open, ready to lecture his daughter about breaking his rules. but rafe spoke up first, stepping in front of the girl as to protect her.

"hey sir, i'm rafe, i live next door" he pointed to his house and angels dad's shoulders relaxed ever so slightly.

"nice to meet you, mr cameron, your dad has told me a lot about you" he held his hand out for rafe to shake. 

"likewise mr.." he left the question open, waiting for a last name. 

"seaver" her dad smiled, angel had never seen him smile before, it felt weird.

"likewise mr seaver, all good things i hope" rafe shook his hand, noticing the firm grip and the tight smile on his face. this was odd.

the older man nodded his head, eyes drifting back to his daughter. "care to explain what you're doing out?" he sounded calm, but angel knew the layers to his tone.

"dad i-" she went to retaliate.

"she was helping me with some work, mr seaver" rafe butted in.

the man looked suspicious for a minute "what kind of work?"

"math, it's for my dad's business, i help him sometimes," rafe said, squaring up his shoulders to seem more confident.

"angelica, you are failing maths" he deadpanned to his daughter.

shit. "it was easy maths, dad" she knew better not to argue.

her dad turned back to rafe, they seemed to have a silent stare down for a moment before he dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "well, off you go son, i'll take her in"

"alright" rafe eyed her, giving her a knowing look as her dad guided her inside. "see you later, mr seaver" the name sounded like poison rolling off his tongue. rafe had known the man for 2 minutes max, but he already seemed like no good.

meanwhile, angels dad guided her inside. she internally cringed at the thought of the harsh punishment she was about to receive, but nothing happened. he didn't shout any cruel words at her or send her to her bedroom for another few years. instead, he walked into the kitchen and asked her to sit at the dining room table.

her brother, tommy, was already there, surprising angel when she rounded the corner. she took a seat next to him, kicking his feet as a way to silently say hello. her dad sat down opposite them. whatever's happening can't be good. fear rolled through her body. what if something happened to her mom, that's why he didn't punish her. what if-

"angelica, you are no longer grounded" he spoke, suddenly.

her eyebrows raised in shock. was this some sort of joke? "really?" 

"don't make me regret it" he said, his eyes boring into her, making her sink back into her chair.

"but" he started and angel internally sighed, of course, there's a twist.

"we, as a family, need to attend this event."

"event?" her brother, tommy asked.

"its called, midsummers."

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

CBS Ghosts - Pilot - How Best to Haunt Part 2

Warning Spoilers may appear.

As an HMoney Shipper, I have to admit that I liked that Hetty thinks Trevor’s ability is amazing and the topper.  It also helps support the idea of Hmoney when you compare Pete choosing to prop up Alberta’s power.  

But regardless, it is SO awesome that Trevor “the baby ghost” has the best power.

I also feel that although he is clearly proud, this shows that Trevor is also quite humble. He wants attention, and he likes it, but still doesn't have a huge ego. He is adorable in that second gif.

I love the way they’re all cheering him on!  Like how adorable is it?  

Thor does his thing - they cheer.

Isaac’s power comes up - they mock him.

Alberta’s power comes - she smiles and grins.

Trevor’s power comes up - everyone cheers him on as he does it.  

I feel like the house has probably figured that Trevor is very much someone who needs praise and encouragement. They tease him a lot and Sass is very vocal about disagreeing with him, but like this is the ONLY person that they are cheering to see the power. Thor just does it, Isaac avoids his, Alberta probably uses hers a lot so they don't have her show off, but with Trevor - they're like "show us, show us".

It’s cute! And interesting.

I also find it interesting how Pete literally gets up to show some support behind him. I wonder why.

I enjoy Sass being encouraging after the earlier disagreement, and I like that the women seem supportive as well given that they seemingly have different roles in Trevor's afterlife as we see later on.

Also, is Alberta the first one to call Trevor "Trev"? Is he the first one to have a nickname stated?

I really love that Trevor is very dramatic as he does it and I love that it’s SO difficult right now and that we see the progression of his power throughout the series. (Aside from Whodunit, Trevor appears to have gotten MUCH better as the series goes on, to the point of what happens in FB).

Aw, I mentioned this before, but They are all SO CUTE encouraging him. Baby ghost privileges.

Yeah, Boy! Took a lot of grunting, but good boy!

I love the excited cheering, plus Pete saying “Scary, right?”  

His power is definitely most scary since it’s a lot harder to ignore something just randomly falling over.  

Aw, Trevor’s first T-Money thing.  I love it!  This is one of those things that makes me think Trevor’s a cute dork.  It’s so cute that this is his thing, as is the fact that a pantsless Trevor likes to jump up and down.  

It’s cute that he does that and completely ignores that he’s probably flashing people when he does it.  He does it in the library scene too and it’s cute.  

Also, Trevor is so adorable. We know how much he enjoys jumping up and down, but this boy also gives himself a nickname and does a little "T" gesture that is adorably dorky - adorkable! (side note, this is why I like using "Letter-Money" for ship names with Trevor. Because he likes it so much).

Such an excitable puppy.  

One of many times that Trevor shows that he's into praise.

I love the excitement at the plan going into place, but I also really love that Flower salutes him. Isaac's happy they have a plan and they're all ready for it! So cute!

 Okay, but why on earth did Trevor flick Pete’s arrow and then pretend that he wasn’t the one to do it?

What the hell, man?  

Like A) it makes no sense and B) Pete was just being super nice and encouraging.

I feel like this is one of things where - they've lived together for so long and Trevor's just like not caring. Dumbass.

Anyway, he's still cute.

Thanks for reading :). Feel free to chat :)

[suckmycoxon]

[stardustedangel]

You’ve Got Me Mesmerized 

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pairing || rafe cameron x fem!reader

word count || 3.1k

summary || since the moment you and rafe met, and even before, there was an attraction that drew you two together and grew into loving affection, but rafe wanted more

warnings || 18+ only, minors dni, fanon!rafe, cute and sweet rafe, pet-names (sweetheart, angel, baby), fluff, smut, unprotected sex, slight oral (f receiving), slight fingering, praise

author’s note || first rafe fic,, enjoy :) || you do not have any permission to re-publish, translate, or take any of my work

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Rafe never expected to fall for someone like you. Someone who contrasted him in so many ways and opened his eyes up to what could be. From the moment he met you he’d always known that you would play a special part in his life, but nothing quite like this.

The two of you had met on the night of Midsummers, an event that you were reluctant to go to. You’d only moved to the Outer Banks a couple of months ago, but had yet to make any real connections to anyone on the island. You only had a few names that you’d recognized from time to time and one of those very names was Rafe Cameron.

You hadn’t matched a face to the name, but you were eager to. You have heard whispers of Ward Cameron’s handsome son who at times could get himself into some trouble. And though maybe you should’ve been put off from the idea of Rafe, you couldn’t help but wonder how pretty he must’ve been to have so many girls on the island enamored.

Rafe on the other hand had heard almost as much about you as you had about him. He had heard of the pretty new girl who moved in right beside Kelce—a girl that Kelce has described as pretty cute. Topper also saw the girl once on a trip to Kelce’s house and had confirmed that she was indeed pretty cute. This piqued Rafe’s interest in the girl and after being teased about his interest in a girl he had never seen he just passed it off as plain curiosity. It’s not like anyone moves here often, he told them with a shrug.

As Midsummers rolled around Rafe’s thoughts of you became less frequent, but they sparked again after realizing he might see you tonight. He laughed at himself a bit internally, wondering how he got himself so wound up about a girl he’s never even met. Hell, he still didn’t even know what you looked like.

Rafe tried to shake the thoughts off as he took a sip of his drink and tuned back into the conversation Topper and Kelce were having before him. At the mention of your name, he urged Kelce to repeat what he said.

“She’s gonna be here tonight. Both our parents were talking about it.” Kelce shrugged, but a sly smirk made its way to his face at Rafe’s sudden interest in the conversation.

A smirk replaced Topper’s previously small grin as he teasingly quirked his eyebrows at Rafe. “Excited to meet your mystery girl, huh?”

Rafe could only laugh and shake his head, dismissing the teasing looks of his best friends. Rafe moved them along into another discussion, but not even ten minutes later they were being interrupted by Kelce smiling over Rafe’s shoulder to someone before waving them over.

Confusion etched its way into Rafe’s face not knowing what was happening until his eyes landed on you coming to stand by Kelce’s side. He didn’t even have to be told who you were as his mouth slightly dropped and his eyes traveled around your face. He internally scolded his friends for using the words pretty cute to describe you because as you stood in front of him he couldn’t describe you as anything less than breathtaking.

“Rafe, bro, you good?” Topper laughed at the enamored look that adorned Rafe’s face before Rafe quickly pulled himself together. Your eyes brightened at the name that left Topper’s mouth and took a moment to take in the man before you. He was tall and so gorgeous and had absolutely the prettiest blue eyes you had ever seen. You understood what everyone had been talking about as you took him in.

Rafe held out his hand for yours, taking note of the gold rings that adorned your fingers as your hand fell into his. You introduced yourself with a sweet grin that had Rafe trying to bite back a smile that easily escaped. He returned his name and couldn’t help his thumb from rubbing across the back of your hand. Your grin only grew and your fingers tightened on his hand ever so slightly. “It’s nice to meet you, Rafe.”

Ever since that moment you two had met, you had served as an integral part of Rafe Cameron’s daily life. Whether the two of you were attached at the hip, usually how you were, or if you were texting or facetiming, you both had managed to always work each other into your daily routines. You both became a loving habit that neither of you could shake.

Neither of you knew when, but the relationship between you two slowly shifted. Of course, there was an obvious attraction since the two of you met, even since before that, but things felt slightly different now. Especially for Rafe.

He’d taken notice of the dainty, intricate gold rings that you wore every day and how you’d fidget with them when you were nervous—sometimes even opting to play with the ring on his finger instead. The way you would give everyone a heartfelt smile and light up any room you were in. How you’d subconsciously lean into him whenever he came beside you. And especially how the previously innocent kisses you had placed on his cheek soon became lingering. He’s grown so used to the affectation, always seeking it out when he could, yet never going far enough to make his feelings too obvious. But now he wanted more. He needed more.

Rafe wanted so much from you. He wanted you to be his and only his. He wanted to know you inside and out, let his hands and lips roam your body. Have him claim you as his and you claim him as yours. He wanted the affection he’s already received tenfold but under the notion of love. Love. He wanted to be loved by you.

Today was one of those days where he craved the affection and attention you always gave to him a little more than usual. The two of you were in his bedroom laying beside each other and sharing quiet conversation in the intimate bubble between you two. While you were talking his eyes drifted down to look at your hand that was near his and his fingers twitched to grab them and hold them between his own. Your words slowly trailed off as you noticed his fallen gaze and especially noticed the way his fingers inched closer to yours but huffed when they made no contact.

It wasn’t a secret to anyone that you were interested in Rafe. You thought it was fairly obvious seeing as everyone always teased the two of you and while you played into the teasing Rafe was always fairly quiet, but you took notice of the blush that tinted his ears and cheeks. You knew he liked you deep down and you were willing to give him time to come to terms with whatever he was feeling, but at this rate, you’d get nowhere.

You took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together as you looked at Rafe with a small frown. “You know I don’t bite, right?”

Rafe’s thumb stroked over the back of your hand, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip as he mumbled out an ‘I know’. He looked like he was going to say something, mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. You inched your body closer to his and he shuddered when he could feel your breath ghost his face. Your hand separated from his to be placed on the side of his face and your heart swelled when he leaned into the touch.

“Did I do something wrong?” Your question was quiet and hesitant. Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed at your question, hand coming to rest on the one on his cheek.

“You never do anything wrong, I promise. Do I not seem okay,” he asked sincerely with his face still twisted in confusion.

“You’ve just been acting a little weird lately—shying away from touches or being a little quieter than usual. You can always talk to me, Rafe.”

“I know, sweetheart. I always tell you everything so you don’t need to worry.”

Your eyebrows rose at that. Everything, huh? Obviously not the feelings you knew he shared with you. The words of affection he spoke of you in between whispered conversations with his friends. He never told you any of that.

“That’s not true and you know it.”

“What do you mean it’s not true? What wouldn’t I—”

You inched even close to him, foreheads pressed against each other and breaths mingling. Your thumb rubbed along his cheekbone as you effectively cut him off. “You know I love you, right?”

Rafe felt his entire world stop and in those few seconds he was only aware of a few things—the sound of his quickening heartbeat rushing through his ears, how warm the touch of your skin suddenly felt, how breathtaking you looked, and the confirmation that you truly did feel the same way about him as he did about you.

“I know now. I didn’t really before, but I know now. You know I feel the same, too, right?”

A soft smile graced your face hearing his rushed words that were paired with sweet pink blushes. “I figured that out a while ago. You could’ve told me earlier so I didn’t have to be a detective.”

Rafe smiled at your teasing and nuzzled himself closer into you. Your lips grazed against his eyes darted between them and your eyes seeking any sign of permission. The second your lips lightly nudged his, his were on yours. It was everything he had waited for and more. The taste of your strawberry chapstick and the feeling of your soft lips against his had him sighing into the kiss. Any tension left his body and a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

The kiss didn’t break as he sat the two of you up and gingerly placed his hands on your waist as yours settled around his neck. His touches were still hesitant, but you both wanted more. You separated from the kiss, hand on the back of his and shallow breaths being shared.

“You can touch me. Anywhere, Rafe. Please touch me.”

That was all the motivation Rafe needed to firmly grasp your hips and pull you onto his lap. You gasped and settled on his lap as his lips found yours again. Your right hand drifted into his hair, tugging a bit, gaining a low groan from Rafe that made you smile. His hands along the curves of your body, falling onto your thighs to slip up under the shirt, his shirt, you were wearing.

His featherlight touches grazed over the swell of your bare breast and thumbed at your nipples. Rafe’s kisses began to trail from your lips, down the plane of your neck to leave open-mouthed kisses. His fingers toyed with your nipples, pinched and tugging at them lightly, enjoying the sweet gasps that fell from your swollen lips.

“Does it feel good, angel?” His eyes locked with your, desperate for an answer of how good he was making you feel. How good his hands felt on you.

You nodded your head and let your hands come rest on his chest to tug at the material of his shirt eager to get it off. “So, so good, Rafe. Take this off, hm? Wanna feel you.”

As much as Rafe wanted affection from you, you wanted it from him. You’d always wanted to be in this position. To finally be this intimate and close with Rafe and now that it’s happening you can’t stop the beating of your heart or the gleam of your eyes with every new bit of Rafe you got.

Rafe leaned back enough to pull his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere in his room, and exposed his toned and sunkissed skin. Your hands roamed his chest and stomach, letting your nails rake along his skin making Rafe let out shaky breaths.

“You’re so pretty. The prettiest boy.” Your lips went to leave open-mouthed, wet kisses along his chest and neck, loving the way Rafe’s grip on you tightened and pulled you closer into him.

“Says you,” Rafe began to rock you against his clothed cock, your hands quickly finding their way back onto his shoulders to steady yourself as you let out quiet moans. “You know how often I heard the guys say how pretty you were before I got to see you? Too much. But, fuck, they were right. You’re stunning.”

You whimpered at his words and started to rock yourself back and forth onto Rafe, taking more than what he was giving you. The movements on your hand were getting sloppy, too caught up in your thoughts and the words Rafe cooed at you. You just wanted more, wanted him inside of you all around. You wanted Rafe to consume you. And as if he could read your mind, he took your shirt in between his hands and pulled it up letting you know to take it off before he laid you down on the bed.

Rafe admired every inch of your body, leaning down to press kisses on the swells of your breast, leaving dark marks as he went along, and hooked his fingers onto your shorts and panties, slipping them down your legs. Your hands fell into his hair as Rafe’s kisses got lower and lower, kissing right above where your clit was.

Rafe looked up at you, taking note of the rise and fall of your chest and your lust-blown eyes. “I just want one small taste and then I’ll fuck you real good okay, angel?”

You nodded desperately, pulling on his hair and wiggling your hips. “Please touch me, Rafe.”

Rafe latched his mouth onto your clit, giving shy kitten licks to it as he kept eye contact with you. His fingers came to join him, inserting one finger into you as you moaned. “Fuck! Keep going please, want more.”

Having you so responsive and eager to his touches was letting pride bubble in Rafe’s chest. He sucked on your clit, letting his tongue roll around as his finger plunged in and out of you at a steady pace. Your legs would squeeze around his head momentarily and your fingers would tug hard on his hair. Rafe kept going, loving the reactions he was getting out of you, but then slowed when he heard a whine.

“Stop—stop. I want to come on your cock. Rafe, come fuck me now. Please, please, please.”

Rafe's eyes gleamed at your words, pulling his finger out of you and crawling back up to he face and face with you. He kisses you and lets you get the sweet taste of yourself as he settles his body between your legs. You moaned when you felt his lower body rub against your cunt, face twisting in need as you looked at Rafe. He leaned on his forearm beside your head as one hand rubbed your thigh.

“Are you ready, sweetheart? I’m gonna make you feel so good, I promise.”

When he got confirmation he pulled his sweats and underwear down releasing himself before he lined himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushed in, letting out loud moans at the warm and wet feeling of your pussy. His head hid in the crook of your neck as he continued to push in. You were shaking underneath him, legs coming to wrap around his waist and whimpering when he finally bottomed out.

Rafe pressed kisses onto your neck before coming up to press them onto your lips. His eyes had darkened heavily and your face was screwed in pleasure. “Is it okay? Do you want me to stay still for a little?”

That question made you shake your head immediately and move your body enough to rock yourself onto his cock making Rafe’s head drop again in pleasure. “You can move. You feel so good in me, Rafey. I feel so full. Love it so much,” you blabbered without a second thought.

Rafe let out a small ‘okay’ and began to rock his hips into yours. Your head lolled back in pleasure at the first thrust and sweet moans followed with each roll of Rafe’s hips. He swore it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard and he burned it into his memory.

Your arms came to wrap around him, nails clawing at his back leaving red marks and legs tightening around him. “You feel so good. I love you so much. You’re so good to me.”

Your words made Rafe’s heart swoon, tears pricking his eyes at every once of affection you had given tonight. How the sweet words of I love you sounded so natural coming out of your mouth. He captured your mouth with his, his tongue licking into your mouth as your lips moved against one another.

“I love you, angel. You’re always so good to me. Always make me so happy. Fuck—I love you so much.”

He fucked into you harder and you felt even more pleasure each time he hit that sweet spot inside of you. His thumb came to rub your clit and noticed the way your legs began to shake from around him. Your moans and gasps picked up with each approaching second to your orgasm. You pulled Rafe down onto you, chest to chest and head buried in between his neck.

“You can cum, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

You didn’t need to be told twice as you came and Rafe helped you ride your orgasm out as he came into you with one last final thrust into you. A few minutes of shallow breaths and small whimpers passed before Rafe slowly pulled out of you, rolling to lay by your side. You turned on your side to face him, whimpering at the feeling which had Rafe’s already present smile growing.

You both exchanged smiles and kind eyes before he leaned in to kiss you. You returned the soft kiss, lips molding together as his hand rubbed over the curves of your waist and upper thigh. You separated from the kiss, licking over your lips and letting out a loving sigh.

His lips left yours to look at you with eyes full of admiration and love. “I’m so lucky to be loved by someone as mesmerizing as you.”

“I’m so lucky to be able to love someone like you, Rafe Cameron.” You leaned into his touch and returned your lips to his to continue your kiss.

Rafe couldn’t fathom how someone so sweet and so kind could fall for him the way that you did. But his heart raced nonetheless at every thought of the love you had for him and the love he had for you as his body melted into yours.

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mwah

[athena-swords]

Pick a pile

Who is having a crush on you in your. school /collage

Disclaimer : It's a general reading folks so take what resonates and leave the rest it's for enjoyment purpose.

Pile 1. Pile 2

Pile 3. Pile 4

Pile 1

Okay decoding your pile was quite the work. If you guys are in your senior year in school than a junior has a crush on you and if you are in your collage a senior has a crush on you. Now they are definitely part of the popular group who everyone wants to be a part of. I might say this it's very hard for someone to have their attention pile 1 they might have seen you when you were like standing up for something wrong happening in your school/ uni like bullying or something. I am getting they are a pro in painting and are very good in sports I just got legs in my head. Okay they could be one of the tallest person in your school and have a fan base in their school. They see you as their perfect counter part now I am getting mixed sign so lemme say you guys got the 10 of cups which is like the long term relationship or soulmate card take as it resonates. Their friend group in very secretive like very hard to know what's going in their circle Is their a ground in your school like football or red soil one some of you will have. So I see they like taking glances at you and nobody even knows Yaa one of your friend might have a crush on them. Is there a foreign student or someone who had studied abroad then they are the one. Okay guys these are the things I got for you hope so you enjoyed.

Take what resonates with you guys.

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Pile 2

Okay many of you are in college I see they could be majoring in any science related subject micro biology physics they are on the toppers list. You guys could have met during your annual festivals they are really balanced they know when to take the lead and when to handle things with care. A team player with leader qualities they are giving you subtle hints and deep down you know that they are interested in you but you are interested in someone else lol. If you are in school then it's easier they are in science section. Their friends group might talk about you often just know they will treat you right. May have caramel or wheatish skin. You feel awakard talking to them their is this funny air around you guys interactions. Later they may feel embarrassed remembering your conversations. Both of you seem ambivert you may create things anything painting music singing. They love your smile and dressing sense. They feel you look really cute when you smile 😀😀😀 I see you not being at all interested in them Aww poor soul anyway it's your choice it was fun reading for you

Hope you enjoyed and Yaa they could also study statistics or law random one ya.

Pile 3

I just said class 3 so maybe you studied in a school from a long time. The person who has a crush on you is a gentlemen a huge one and come from a rich or well off family could be the eldest child in their family. Like they could be everyone's favorite teacher juniors seniors principal. Can totally see them lending someone who got period stain on their uniform. Is a loner the person usually to be seen in library how did you got them in pile 3 really such a calming energy. The one who will stop a crying baby Amm IDK Ren in f4 Thailand like they have got many love letters but sweetly decline people just can't stop getting attracted to them they attract every gender. Might be panisexual for them personality matters the most. The person we all want but can't have. They are huge introverts and maybe if you don't read this pac you wouldn't come to know that they have a crush on you. The one to tell you to safely reach home and call them.

OMG I loved your pile guys have 💞💞💞💞

Pile 4

They seem to be going through their emo edgy phase. The senior most person in your class their romantic partner might have dumped them. May have Aquarius and Pisces energy. A free spirited person love to explore the unknown they seem very interested in you caz to them you are a unknown territory you have lots of layer to you nobody knows you completely even the people closest to you. So you intrigued them to another level. Your confidence is very sexy and attractive in their eyes. They desire to be like you to carry out themselves in such a way. You may help them in the future in someway. They are a puddingin your presence it confuses them caz they are very dominating individual. They are very closed up properly the trouble maker. Their records might not be so clean like not illegal stuff but mischiefevous type to get in trouble for breaking rules.

Enjoy this reading guys

[strangelysamantha]

can you do a rafe cameron fluffy fic where rafe finds crystals around his room and car, and he confronts the reader and then she starts to tell him all about crystals to the point he wants to give them a try? thanks 😊

crystal clear ❀

rafe cameron x crystal loving girlfriend.

warnings: swearing, but otherwise cute fluff :)

words: 1,047.

summary: rafe cameron found out you were hiding crystals in his room, car, and pockets. he goes to topper to see if he knew what was going on, and after topper explained what it meant, he confronts you.

request? yes!! more written requests, are coming out tonight!

a/n: inspired by, ruby! also, thanks for the request, i was actually planning on already doing something similar to this! i actually think i know who requested this… hehe. if you enjoyed please like and comment! <3

my masterlist

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the first time rafe found your crystals were when he was struggling to fall asleep. he repositioned his head on his pillow, a sharp object poking his skull. he frustratedly stood up, his hand exploring the inside of his pillow trying to feel around for what was scratching against his scalp. he pulled out a small rock, confused about how a pebble ended up inside his pillow. he examined it, the purple color looking quite pretty, it was small. he shook his head, wanting to sleep. he placed the small crystal on his nightstand, before successfully falling asleep.

when he woke up, he had forgotten about the rock, it managed to fall off the nightstand. when he went to silence his alarm clock, his arm completely pushed it off the table. so, he went on about his day.

the second time rafe found your crystals was when he was in his car. he was about to leave when he noticed them sitting in his cup holder. he closed his eyes for a moment, a realization flooding his mind. he remembers you talking about crystals, wearing necklaces, as well as carrying an entire bag of them. he placed the crystal in the cup holder, before running back inside his room to find the purple crystal he had found in his pillow.

rafe searched around his room, car, and pockets. in the end, he had found five different crystals. he placed them inside a bag and then headed out to his car. rafe left, driving to meet up with topper.

rafe arrived at the golf course, yelling out to topper, who was smiling with a golf club in his hand. “hey man.” topper grabbed rafe’s shoulder, “how have you been?” they started walking, “i’m alright, i have a question though.” topper nodded, “what’s up?” rafe reached into his pocket to grab the small bag of crystals.

“do you know what the fuck these are or what they mean?” rafe handed the bag to topper, who stared at them, “rocks?” topper questioned, causing rafe to laugh, “yo that’s what i thought they were but they were hidden all over my house.” topper glanced from the crystals to rafe, a smirk finding his lips. “oh shit man….” topper looked up at rafe, who was confused. “oh shit… what?” rafe asked, causing topper to laugh and looking away.

“oh no, she’s got you. she’s one of those crystal bitches.” rafe wasn't entirely sure what topper was on about, “what the fuck is that?” topper shakes his head laughing, “you are officially her bitch.” rafe scoffs. “seriously? what are you talking about?” topper handed rafe the bag back. “she’s claiming you, buddy.” topper walked ahead, leaving rafe behind him dumbfounded. rafe jogs to catch up.“you are crazy. she’s not claiming me, she doesn’t own me. what does it actually mean?”

topper stopped walking, turning to rafe. “why don’t you just ask her?” nerves fled to rafe’s stomach. “because… i cant.” topper shrugs in response, “well then i guess you’ll never know her true intentions on why she hid crystals around your room.” rafe plays with the bag, “fine i’ll just ask her.” topper nodded, “okay. good luck with that.” rafe and topper played golf for an hour before they parted ways.

rafe drove to your house from golfing, him excited to see you. he still didn’t know how he was going to confront you, so he was slightly nervous. he pulled into your driveway, turning the car off. he breathed in, before gaining enough courage to head inside.

he knocked on your door, and you rushed towards the door smiling. “hey baby!” he smiles at your warm welcome, pulling you into a huge hug. “hey babe, how has your day been?” he questions you, walking inside and sitting on your couch. you quickly follow after him, sitting directly to his side. “my day was okay, pretty boring. how about yours?” you snuggle against him.

“my day was pretty relaxed. went golfing with topper, and found these.” your heart drops when you notice him pulling out a bag of crystals from his pocket. “what are these babe?” you bit your lip, “crystals..” he nods. “no i know what they are… why are you hiding them in my room?” your eyes widen from his question, “well rafe you know i love you, i wanted you to have these crystals because they will protect you and give you positive energy.” he nods, “okay, why didn’t you just tell me?” you shrug, “i don’t know.”

rafe handed you the bag, “tell me about them and their names.” you smile excitingly. “okay! yay!” you explain all five crystals to rafe, telling him the names, what they do, and how to charge them. he paid attention to your every word, focusing on your face to the crystals. his heart fluttered as you spoke so passionately about them.

“what do you think rafe? do you want to start using crystals?” your head tilts to the side waiting for an answer. he smiles softly, “i would love to, i think they would be helpful.” you stand up, rubbing your hands together. “i’m so glad you said that! i actually already have a collection started for you!” you rush towards your back room, pulling out a small baggy with more crystals, and a paper that told him what the crystal did.

you hand him them, and he smiles. “you went out of your way to do all of this?” you laugh. “of course, you mean so much to me.” he stands up, joining you. he pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around your waist, your arms around his neck. he whispers inside your neck, “thank you, no one has ever cared enough to do this for me.” you frown, pulling away slightly so he could see your face, but was still able to be holding you. “rafe, i’m your person now. i care, and i will do anything for you.” he nodded shyly. “thank you.”

you two sit on the couch again, cuddling together. he was studying the paper he received from you. he kept asking you questions about the crystals, and you gladly answered. later, you and rafe planned on charging your crystals, and he was excited he could do this with you.

rafe with crystals omg <333

[r0und3bitch]

Twin Flames ❤️‍🔥 Blurb: Our Lord and Savior (Taylor’s Version)

MASTERLIST

Y/N’s Notes App

Synopsis: Rafe finally discovers what you’ve known for quite some time now — in Taylor Swift, we trust.

Warnings: Pure fluff and self indulgence. I wrote this one for me.

Notes: this video is crucial. Also reminder “I’d Do Anything To Make You Smile” is a Jack Harlow song. Full notes are actually at the end this time! Enjoy loves

Y/N 🦋: if you come over after work I’ll make pasta and we can open that bottle of wine we stole from Topper’s 😇 Y/N 🦋: and I can play you the new Jack Harlow album - OBVIOUSLY 😈

Boy Wonder 🍤: “I’d Do Anything To Make You Smile” 🫠

Y/N 🦋: cheater! You already listened to it without me?!

Boy Wonder 🍤: like you haven’t already played it a thousand times today…

Y/N 🦋: 🤐

Boy Wonder 🍤: I only listened to a few songs, the ones that stuck out

Y/N 🦋: that one’s already one of my favorites 😈

Boy Wonder 🍤: same Boy Wonder 🍤: made me think of someone…

Y/N 🦋: 🥺

It’s just an emoji but the image planted in his brain of you making that beyond cute, pouty face at him doesn't leave his mind throughout the rest of his work day. 

And it’s exactly how he finds you hours later as he walks into your kitchen, stirring something over the stove, slightly swaying back and forth to the music you have on. He takes notice of the wine bottle on the counter - the extremely expensive one you both drunkenly managed to steal from Topper's family’s wine cellar at the party he threw last weekend. He chuckles at the memory, gaining your attention as you turn towards him, meeting him with that pouty, needy smile he’d been dying to see on you all day. 

You’re so happy to see him you could honestly burst. 

“Shit, I didn’t even hear you come in!” You say loud enough over the music. 

“It smells amazing in here…” he beams, already reaching his arms around you. 

“Thank you.” You smile sweetly up at him before setting the large spoon back down on the counter. 

Rafe looks down at the multiple pots and pans on the stove, chucking slightly as realization dawns on him. 

“You made Gigi Hadid’s pasta recipe didn’t you?” He giggles into your ear, pulling you further into his arms. 

“No way, you noticed?!” 

Of course he noticed. It’d been everywhere on Tiktok and Instagram. Not to mention, Wheezie - the future influencer of the Cameron Family, hadn’t shut up about it lately. 

Rafe’s mouth was honestly watering while looking down at your creation, the smile breaking out on his face was inevitable at this point, taking note of your good mood and breezy nature about you in this exact moment. It’s one of those rare times he sees you just relax. You’re not running around like a chicken with your head cut off between meetings, screaming arguing back and forth with Sid about god knows what, you’re not literally losing your mind trying to manage all of that - including your obligations back in Miami. 

Seeing you like this, so free and happy and full of light touches Rafe deeply, making him pause. 

This is how she should always look. This is how it should always be for her. She deserves to always feel like this. 

“Seems like you’ve had a day, baby.” 

“My dad didn’t need me at the office today so I got high and made fresh pasta too…”

You’re grinning from ear to ear now as you turn to look up at him fondly. He notices small patches of what must be flour on your leggings, proof of your handiwork and he’s beyond elated that you didn’t change for him, didn’t put on some fancy outfit before he came over, loving nothing more than getting the realest, most raw version of you. 

“It looks perfect.” And you grin even further at his compliment. “Maybe we can make some together next time.” 

He presses a soft kiss to your cheek. 

The image of Rafe covered in flour makes you giggle before your mind wanders to how good he must be at kneading dough considering he has huge hands - your brain instantly going haywire  at the mental image alone when he speaks up. 

“Now, what do you say we bust open this bottle that we worked our asses off for—” (you pipe up, “and nearly shattered in my driveway!”) “—and your fine ass puts on that Jack Harlow album I know you’ve literally been dying to play for me all day, sweet girl.”

A final, meant to be loud giggle from you seals the deal as Rafe looks up at you, cute as fucking ever, but slightly confused at your best words. 

“Okay, shrimp…”

You’re on the second full run through of the album, the bottle of wine just about polished off between the two of you as you spread out on the massive couch in the living room, bellies full of pasta and laugher as Rafe clutches his sides, abs almost sore from his bodies reaction to your story. 

“Listen! I don’t even remember doing it!”

Rafe can barely get words out, choking down his own giggles rising again. 

“Fucking, shrimp…”

“I just remember waking up the next morning after that party…barely alive and hanging on by a thread…”

Rafe’s almost cackling at this point of your story. 

“No, I’m serious! I slept in my contacts and could barely open my left eye. I had a full on predator eye going! It was rough. Anyways! I wake up, finally find my phone buried deep in Sarah’s bed only to look down at your contact name, seeing that fucking emoji there and thinking — welp… I guess he’s shrimp now!”

The way you deliver it has Rafe nearly spewing wine out of his mouth, literal tears beginning to form in his eyes, both of you on the verge of hysterics again at the story of how the emoji in his contact name in your phone came to be. 

“Literally, don’t even remember changing it! I don’t even know where it came from!”

But Rafe does and it makes him double down harder as his never ending reel of memories of you from that drunken night come flooding back. 

“Because Kelce and Sarah wouldn’t stop quoting that fuckin’ scene from Forest Gump—”

Your hand clamps over your mouth harshly at his words, as if that would stifle any of the near snorting laughs coming out of you, quite honestly on the verge of peeing your pants as you lose it with laughter again. 

“Then I had to listen to your beautiful, drunk ass literally beg for coconut shrimp the next three hours!”

You reach over and cup his face with your hand, face going momentarily serious and you try to keep an even keel to deliver your next words as you stroke his cheek affectionately. 

“Awww, shrimp…” 

Silence only hangs in the air for about half a second as you both full on lose it, Rafe nearly rolling over onto the floor with how hard he’s laughing. 

It’s at that moment Noah slips into the room, looking quite dapper himself as he grins at the sight of you both so clearly at ease with each other. 

“Having fun, kids?”

You and Rafe whip your heads in his direction, grins not even slightly dampening as you both do a once over on him. 

Noah’s sometimes floppy hair is pushed back over his face, accenting his ‘only visible in the summer’ freckles that glitter his glowing face. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone, showing the chain and tattoos poking out beneath the brilliant shade of gold and black fabric. One of his most expensive watches adorns his left wrist as he looks down at the time. 

“Shit, look at you!” 

Rafe cat whistles loudly. 

“Ya got a hot date?”

Noah just sends both of you that trademark grin, lips sealed knowingly as to not give any of his secrets. 

“No, I’m actually thinking of heading to the beach and going swimming.”

You forget sometimes that he’s your twin and can play the smart ass game just as good, if not better than you, at times. 

“Wow, someone’s feisty. Tryin’ to keep the girl a secret? OH!” You squeal loudly. “That’s a song in the album too! Have you listened yet?!” 

“Listen man!” Rafe pipes up “If you’re taking Emma out, I get it. I’d probably lie too…” he laughs and scratches his nose as you slap him in the arm, earning brownie points from you for equally giving Noah a hard time. 

Noah signs loudly. His sister was one thing. But Rafe…maybe you both needed to be knocked down a peg. Or two. (affectionately). 

“God, I just love the two of you together. Honesly, just a fuckin joy!” 

His sarcasm is relentless. 

“You’re really not gonna tell us who you’re wearing your favorite cologne for?” 

You can smell it from where you’re sitting as Noah just rolls his eyes, your persistent questioning beginning to irritate him in a way only a sister can. 

“Not a chance!”

“It probably is Emma…” you whisper to Rafe, full on earning Noah’s annoyance as he sparks an idea in his head, knowing just how to push your buttons. 

“Andddddddd on that note, I’m out! Enjoy your evening lovebirds…” 

He pauses briefly before turning to you fully, delivering the kill. 

“Oh — and call Jordan back before I fucking smack you, Y/N!”

You almost drop the wine glass in your hands. 

“Excuse me?!”

Your high pitched response is proof enough of your defeat for Noah. 

“Ya! You heard me! He called me again to check in on you. I’m not getting into the middle of it but this is getting kind of ridiculous, you know that right? Are you mad at him or something?” 

Noah’s fully aware and knows that saying this in front of Rafe would ruffle your feathers, his game plan exactly. 

“What?! No—” but you’re already sputtering an attempt at a response to his words. 

“Then call him back! It’s not fucking rocket science, Y/N.”

He shoots you both that frustrating, almost downright cruel grin, muttering a “later” in your direction before turning on his heel and heading out the back door to the garage. 

You’re too stunned to react once Noah’s out of the room, taking into account the huge shift in energy in the room as his departure. Are you sure you were laughing just moments ago?

It seems impossible that you could’ve been feeling light as a feather only minutes ago in Rafe’s presence as nothing but guilt threatens to consume you. As it threatens to knock the wind out of you. 

Jordan called Noah again. 

As if his never ending thread of unread texts hadn’t already permanently been tormenting you, along with Whitney’s persistent questioning on the rare occasions she could even get you on the phone these days. 

Rafe’s still on the couch next to you, letting you process a moment or two, gauging your reaction. 

You take one look at his face and already know what he’s going to ask, bracing yourself. 

“You don’t want to talk him?” He asks cautiously. 

“It’s not that…”

He feels you tense up slightly, panicking only for a second before he settles. Rafe takes a deep breath before gently continuing.  

“You never really talk about him. Or any of them, really. Whitney, Kendall…”

He’d been privileged enough to earn just a small amount of conversation with Whitney (the girl LOVED to talk), outside of hearing your call with her on your second day in the Outer Banks. Kendall’s name popped up from you here and there - along with some others, yet literally not a single peep about Jordan. 

“It’s uh…” he heard you shakily release a breath. “It’s just hard.” 

You’re looking around the room briefly before casting your eyes downward at your hands. Anywhere but Rafe’s all too knowing eyes as you shift back farther into the couch, farther away from him. 

You may have only moved an inch, but mentally he feels you pulling back miles as his mind goes into overdrive, reaching out to take your hands in his. 

“Baby — Hey, please don’t pull away from me, it’s just me.” 

His words sound like honey as they come out of his mouth; wrapping around you like a warm hug, making you momentarily forget what’s happening. 

He lifts your hand to his face and lays soft kisses to the inside of your wrist. He’s being so gentle and sweet that it actually makes you want to puke but you can’t help but fall for him even deeper at the action. 

He’s trying so hard. Trying so hard to break through to you that you can’t help but give in, knowing his efforts have been worth it. 

“I didn’t really want to leave any of them.” you’re looking down at where his fingers are still gently grasping your wrist. “And when I had to…”

You choke slightly and Rafe notices, eyes furrowing downward with concern, immediately wanting to embrace you. He compromises by squeezing your wrist encouragingly, giving you the space and time to get whatever it was you had to say out. 

“Sometimes it just makes it harder, ya know?” When you look at him, eyes brimming with tears, his heart actually breaks a little bit because your face says it all. 

The next part comes flooding out of your mouth of its own accord.

“I didn’t want to leave any of them. And when I had to, it felt like —like m-my whole life was torn apart. It felt like I had part of my identity —part of my soul taken from me by having to be away from the only people in my life that ever cared about me.” 

You take a shaky breath before letting the rest out, your voice strained. 

“Miami was so isolating, it just became easy. It became…” you trail off unsure of how to put words to the feelings you’re having.

If Rafe’s heart was breaking before, it’s full on crushed now under the impact of your words. He’d known if had been hard for you — you always kept this part of your life so guarded and part of him was now fully understanding why. It was to protect yourself. It was your defense mechanism. 

“I don’t want to push them away” your voice is barely above a whisper now. “It just—”

The tears are full on ready to brim over now but Rafe won’t allow them to make a home on your beautiful face that was minutes ago laughing at his shitty Game of Thrones jokes. 

“Hey, Y/N” He reaches down under your chin to tilt your eyes back to his. 

“I get it. I know, baby.”

“I don’t think they do, though…”

Rafe contemplates a minute, his words tenderly melting you. 

“I can’t really blame them for missing you, Y/N.” 

You look up at him curiously, hanging on tightly for his next words. 

“I can’t imagine my world without you in it.”

It happens again. Everything stops. The paradigm shifts and alters the weavings of your universe. Time stands still and it’s just the two of you staring at each other, eyes swarming deeply into the others. You’re absolutely positive the rest of the world has melted away and it’s only you and him left, completely and utterly okay with that actually. 

“And if they’re feeling any ounce of what I’d be feeling at that thought…” Rafe shakes his head, his own panic bubbling within him at the thought as he chokes his own terrifying, haunting, insecurities down. 

“They probably hate me…” 

Rafe breaks out of his own subconscious of insecurities as yours come tumbling out of your mouth. He wants to shake every single one of them out of your head, to prove you wrong at all costs. He wants to turn to you and say “not a single person in this world could hate you” yet chokes as he thinks of your father, of Zach… of the laundry list of names who’ve failed you. Of the laundry list of names of people who are inevitably next in line to do the same—, to chew you up and spit you back out, Rafe all but refuses to sign his name to that blank space.

“They could never and will never hate you, Y/N.”

His arms reach around your waist and pull you fully into his lap now, his hands brushing up under the bare skin of your tank top making you shiver in his grasp. Your goosebumps are soon soothed by his warm body against yours, your back pressed against his chest as he places kiss after kiss on your cheek, hearing that glorious giggle as a sign of victory. 

“They love you…” He whispers slowly into your ear, sending chills down your spine. 

Just like I do…

He dips his head further down, his lips planting themself to your shoulder briefly before turning to your neck, resting them against your flesh as he whispers. 

“You just have to let them, yeah?” 

And then his final words that travel through every cell in your body before making a home in your heart. 

“You deserve to be loved, Y/N.” 

His words stay hanging in the air for a moment or two, letting them sink in fully, the gravity of which is enough to pull all the breath out of your lungs.

Only if that means by you too. 

You’re grappling with your own thoughts —thoughts that no one in the world's love matters if you don’t have Rafe’s— as his arms squeeze around you, kisses literally attacking the flesh around your neck, fingers pinching playfully into your sides as you shriek in his arms. 

That giddy, unrelenting feeling of being loved by Rafe Cameron swells through your body until it’s bursting through you in the form of wild laughs and high pitched giggles as Rafe’s equally goofy grinned face shines down on you pressed back against him. 

You turn to face him now, eyes zoning in on the spot you desire the most —his lips, before meeting his eyes fleetingly.

“Okay, shrimp…” giggling for the thousandth time that evening as you both take into account the Jack Harlow album still playing in the background. 

“Do you think the DJ will let me change the playlist? There’s this song I found for this really hot girl that I want to play for her…”

“Hmm…I think the DJ might allow it. The album is almost over anyway.”

“Here…” you slowly break out of Rafe’s arms to reach for your phone on the coffee table. After opening the app, you hand it to him as you slowly stand. 

“The ‘hot girl’ is gonna grab more wine, you cool with that?”

“Who said I was talking about you, baby?” Rafe bites his lip, your eyes rolling at him but shooting him a wide mouth grin nonetheless. 

Rafe’s still chuckling to himself as you walk out of the room, his fingers already scrolling up on the app to the search bar, eager to find the song he'd heard earlier in the day on the way to meet his client for lunch. 

His fingers freeze though when a certain playlist catches his eye. Or rather the name of the playlist. The same contact name you’d given him in your phone…

His fingers hover over the words “Boy Wonder” for only the slightest of seconds before he presses an ardent finger to the screen, mind full on blowing apart into little pieces at what he finds. 

He feels his heart race quicken rapidly, needing to psychically stand from the couch to mentally process what was happening as he runs a shaky hand through his hair. 

Absent-mindedly, partly in pure bewilderment, he presses play to a song at random before him. 

You’d only been gone a moment or two. Long enough to reach far, far back into your fathers wine cellar to pull out a bottle that could contend with the one you’d stolen from Toppers but wouldn’t have your dad threatening to cut off your inheritance if he so happened to find out you took it. 

You’re proud of your selection, ready to show it off to Rafe. You’re beyond giddy, the effects of the first bottle still in very real effect even after your very sobering conversation. The first thing you notice the moment you step back into the living room was that Rafe had undoubtedly held true to his promise; the song had changed.

What you hadn’t, in any world or universe, even remotely expected to hear, was this Taylor Swift song playing — only to be met with Rafe’s frozen, towering stance as he clutched your phone in the middle of the living room. 

The wine bottle almost falls out of your grasp when it slowly starts to piece together. Your phone in his hands…the song playing…the fucking playlist. 

Embarrassment truly doesn’t even begin to touch the surface of the emotions taking over every inch of your body. Rafe’s unreadable face looks up at you as you both stand frozen with what feels like millions of miles between the two of you. 

The muscles around his mouth twitch, and the act alone cuts the distance between you tenfold, immediately pulling you into his orbit. 

It’s one of those rare moments in your life where you’re truly at a loss for words, trying to find the right ones to say that doesn’t make you sound like a psychotic, love struck, teenage girl. 

Fuck me, this is not happening right now! 

“What, uh…” unbeknownst to you, Rafe’s feeling equally giddy and love struck as he tries to process everything. 

“Oh, that’s…”

His muscles are twitching again and you can see the dimples forming in his cheeks, brightening yours what must be a crimson shade of red. 

“…is this…Uh…” his fingers feel shaky as he grips your phone. “Is this for me?” He asks eagerly. 

Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes. 

I mean you suppose it’s his? You’d made it for him certainly, although had literally no intention of him ever knowing it fucking existed! 

You truly feel like you’re about to faint but Rafe’s warm aura encircling the space between you two seems to magically keep you from full on panicking before him, still unable to move a muscle as you just watch one of your most embarrassing moments ever unfold before you. 

“Sort of…”

You meet his eyes again, lost in those ocean blue orbs that seem to read you like a magazine. 

“They’re uh…” Rafe’s heart is swooning so incredibly hard for you, not used to the beyond endearing embarrassment adorning your features, feeling like he’s seeing a brand new side of you for the first time. He briefly wonders what other marvelous versions of you he’d yet to discover. Willing to spend forever seeking them out…

“They’re songs that remind me of you…” you finally say, trying to unclench your jaw as you release a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. 

“Taylor Swift songs that remind you of me?” He questions softly, in total awe. 

You truly have never wanted to crawl deeper into a hole and never come out. 

Internally, permanently, forever cringing at his words. 

HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?!

“Yeah. So, I’m just going to crawl into a hole and—”

“No, no, no!” It’s Rafes turn to panic now, words coming out jumbled together, unwilling to let you feel even an ounce of embarrassment at something that is making him feel like he’s falling for you all over again. “It’s—”

His genuine smile, the one that only Rafe can seem to break through to you with, is the only explanation as to why your lips start moving as words somehow magically leave your mouth. 

“I started making it right when I came to the Outer Banks…”

The thought alone of you spending the past few months casually adding songs to this playlist whenever you’d hear one that particularly reminded you of him —mind floating back to all of the memories the two of you had shared this summer— is a powerful enough feeling to nearly bring him to his knees. 

What in god's name made him lucky enough to have you? To deserve you? Why him?

His mind touches a box of compartmentalized memories —his hands, hands that’ve roamed dozens of girls bodies in the Outer Banks —of those same hands coming down harshly over their ass, meeting their ears with the most degrading of words —of literal slaps to the face as images of random faces cry as he tries to slip out of their bedrooms undetected…

Rafe wasn’t sure what the hell he had done in his life to positively deserve to feel the way you made him feel. Hell, he still wasn’t entirely sure he did in fact deserve it, deserve you. It didn’t make sense at how so sweet and sincere of a gesture could be playing at his heartstrings before him…

How are you real, Y/N? How did I do this before you? 

“It’s uh…” 

HOLY SHIT - his brain will NOT compute. Is he short circuiting?! Fuckin say something idiot! WORDS! 

“Will you play one — well another one—” taking account of the song already playing. “Will you put on another song for me? 

His eagerness slowly, subconsciously, melts away at the anxiety building within you. 

“You want to hear another one?” 

“Yeah —actually I uh…I do.” He’s glancing back down at your phone in his hand again, his thumb slowly moving down the screen. “I’m not sure if I know any of these songs though”

He knows that's not true even as he says it. 

You laugh, confirming you know the truth behind that, further proving his point. Rafe has been hanging around you day in and day out for the better part of summer — there’s no doubt he knows quite a few songs on the playlist better than he thinks…

“Okay…” you oblige softly, already reaching for your phone back. “I can pick one.” 

“Or, uh…..” his heart starts beating erratically as the thought pops into his head, his turn to be embarrassed. 

You see his face falter for a moment, cheeks turning red as he fidgets.

Is he nervous? Why is he embarrassed?! You’re the psycho fucking girl who made a playlist of Taylor Swift songs that remind you of this beautiful man standing in front of you —only for said beautiful man to find THE FUCKING PLAYLIST— OH MY GOD— THE FUCKING TITLE OF THE PLAYLIST—You’re pretty sure you’re fully going into cardiac arrest now. Please God, if you’re out there, just come and strike me down, RIGHT NOW, at this moment. 

You’re waiting for the heavens above you to open and a lightning bolt to blast through the sky, blissfully ready for its strike. You’re saved from fate's seal though, realization dawning that this might actually be your worst nightmare as Rafe finally speaks again. (Thank God…)

“You could…” Rafe feels his hands get tingly, shaking the one at his side jerkily as the other tries to hold your phone steady. Briefly, you see his eyes glance towards the corner of the room where your guitars rest. “Um… would you, shit— will you play one of them for me?”

It takes two whole seconds for your brain to go where his has already landed, freezing when you reach the same destination. 

Only Rafe. 

Was this sweet, too perfect for your cruel world, brilliant boy really asking you to play one of these songs out loud for him? 

Rafe’s gaze on you only intensifies as it turns to panic when you don’t say anything, feeling like an idiot for even saying something, wanting to shove the words back. 

“Y/N/N, you don’t have to— its—”

He doesn’t realize you’ve had your mind made up the second the words left his lips. 

“No!” You nearly yell, your voice entirely too squeaky for your liking as you try to clear your throat. “No, I…. I will. I want to. I just have never really played so… intimately (you cringe—WHY is that first word that comes to mind) in front of another person before…”

The next words fall out of both of your mouths simultaneously. 

“But if I did, I’d want it to be for you—”

“I don’t want to ever make you do something you’re not comfortable with—”

Rafe hears your words loud and clear, like you do his. They wash over him with more purpose, that stupid fucking grin breaking out over his face at record speed. 

Thank god indeed because all that he’s really thinking is please please please god I beg you of you, baby girl—please let me hear these words that you so strongly associated with me; already doing his best to make a mental note of some of these song titles so he can go home and pick them apart with a fine tooth comb. Who the hell is he? Studying Taylor Swift lyrics to feed his growing ego that you actually feel for him. He barely recognizes himself anymore yet feels the most comfortable he’s ever felt. He’s thrown hard out of his thoughts when he reads the next song title that his thumb just hovered over, heart literally doing actual somersaults as his mind goes fuzzy when he finally registers the words “King Of My Heart.”

“I’m always comfortable when I’m with you…Plus…”

Rafe doesn’t move an inch as you step forward, slowly closing the gap between you two until you’re only an inch or two away from him. 

“I’d do anything to make you smile…” 

Your words make the breath catch in his throat, his eyes only getting a glimpse of the wink you throw at him before pressing your lips to his as he sighs deeply, feeling that sweet release now that he feels you against him. 

Your touch is much too short as your lips pull back, a trade off he’s more than willing to take knowing what was coming next. 

With a final squeeze of his hand, the next few moments bleed together so quickly, they certainly don’t seem real. 

Rafe’s surprised to see you pick up the electric guitar as opposed to the acoustic, quickly plugging a few things in before sitting down on the floor cross legged before him. 

His mind wanders back to the beginning of summer, that fateful day when he’d come home from work to hear the not so faint sounds of you and his sisters singing what he’d only assumed at the time was a Taylor Swift song. The emotions he remembers from eavesdropping outside of Sarah’s bedroom door, (pretty creepily, he might add) that day flood back to him, shivers actually rising on his flesh when he thinks back to your voice. 

There’s only a foot or two of space between the two of you. With the guitar still resting in your lap, you lean forward, Rafe’s arms already reaching up to support you as you speak into the side of his face, pressing a stray kiss or two to his cheek in between words. 

“Remember that day we were driving and you first brought up the shopping thing and I told you that you were kind of a dream come true?”

Rafe shakes his head knowingly as he feels your lips press closer to his jawline.

“I added this song that night…”

Wildest Dreams do in fact come true as Rafe Cameron watches all of his come to life before him the second you open your mouth, music and sound filling the air as he clings to your every word, unsure if he’ll ever be worthy of this feeling. 

He said, “Let’s get out of this town Drive out of the city, away from the crowds” I thought heaven can’t help me now Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down

He’s so tall and handsome as hell He’s so bad but he does it so well I can see the end as it begins My one condition is

Say you’ll remember me standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you’ll see me again Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams

I said, “No one has to know what we do” His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room And his voice is a familiar sound Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now

He’s so tall and handsome as hell He’s so bad but he does it so well And when we’ve had our very last kiss My last request it is

You’ll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burnin’ it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around You’ll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burnin’ it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around...

The second Rafe gets into his truck after leaving your house later that evening, Taylor Alison Swift (as you formally corrected him an hour or so ago) is blasting through his speakers, having already had the song queued the moment he was walking out the door. 

His mind can’t move past the moments you just shared and the walls you crashed down to do so. Matching the song he knew he had to play first, he feels like a King. 

When he pulls into the driveway of Tanneyhill, he just shifts the truck into park, making no move of turning it off as he sits contently while rummaging through all of the songs he can remember on his phone. 

He can’t remember a single time in his life he’s felt this giddy. 

That dissipates quickly when that one song title appears on the screen again, almost tormenting him. 

It was the last song on your playlist. And while that shouldn’t have been cause for alarm, it literally throws Rafe into another galaxy as he stares down at it. 

He can’t deny the horrific feeling rising up in him, threatening to take over and manipulate every positive thought and memory of the last few hours. 

He shouldn’t feel this uneasy at a god damn song title. Yet here he sits, hands trembling as he reads the words over and over again, burning them into his brain. 

What could they mean? Why would she add this song to the playlist? 

And then the horrifying last thought: Why did this make her think of me? 

He can’t live with the scenarios playing out in his head, catering to every insecurity he’s ever had in regard to you, feeling as though you’re already slipping away from him even though his lips were literally pressed tightly to yours —hands kneading into your flesh— not even twenty minutes ago. 

Not ready for the answers this song will give him, (or perhaps just not ready to face them) Rafe refuses to hit play, instead trying with everything in his soul to forget it, to push it away — knowing damn well that’s not an option. 

He knows, in his soul, deep down this never before played song he all but refuses to come to terms with is going to slowly eat him alive.  

Notes: This entire thing was SO self indulgent! The idea was that Y/N was adding the lyrics to the notes app in her phone each time she was adding a new song to the playlist. (and the reader was following along live time as I made the posts, my brain is truly psychotic, i know) The video shared is exactly how Y/N sings Wildest Dreams to Rafe. This was truly very fun to make come to life. ✨

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London Boy - Part 3: I like girls that dance

summary: It’s your first night out and your first real introduction to Westheath. Rafe is quick to find his way on your radar.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 4.6k

a/n: the way I’m imagining Jack Harlow as I write Liam 😩✋also, im pulling these chapter titles out of my ass - but actually tho, go listen to Girls That Dance by Masego 

Part 1 Part 2

Despite your doubts, you put on the sheer top and the black mini skirt Millie and Olivia had insisted you wear. Your favorite pregame playlist plays as you do your makeup in the mirror. You move as quickly as you can, in desperate need of a shot to calm your nerves before your flat fills with people. You’re also nervous about seeing Rafe after that encounter in the kitchen you just had. 

As you run your fingers through your hair and put on your earrings, all you can see is his stupid (and annoyingly attractive) face, staring down at you with that dumb backwards cap, telling you that you guys should watch Game of Thrones together. Every time your mind starts to think if that means something, you quickly shut down the thought. Of course it doesn’t mean anything. Just because a boy wants to watch a show with you does not automatically mean he wants you or that this was going to turn into some kind of Netflix and chill situation. Or was this gonna be a Netflix and chill situation? I mean it was Rafe Cameron after all, the boy certainly had a reputation. But then again, hadn’t he just showed you that he’s different from what you had expected? Oh god this was all too much to think about right now, you needed a shot. Stat. 

“Y/N!” Olivia shouts, swinging the door to your room open right on cue. “Oh. My. God. You look so hot!” she exclaims. “Here, this is for you,” she extends a shot glass toward you with a devilish grin. 

“Oh god what is it,” you grimace. Shots always seemed like a better idea in theory than in practice. 

“Try it and find out,” she smirks. You sigh and send the liquid to the back of your throat, immediately cringing at the sting of raspberry vodka, Olivia bringing a cup of cranberry juice to your mouth to chase. 

“Don’t worry love, a few more and you won’t even taste it. Now come on,” she laughs, dragging you with her to the kitchen. The rest of your flatmates are already there, Millie bopping along to the music, giggling at whatever Topper is saying, Rafe standing close by sipping his drink. 

“Y/n you hottie!” Millie cheers, looking up as you make your way into the kitchen. You pray to god your cheeks aren’t turning pink. You don’t dare turn your head, but you know Rafe is staring at you. If you looked at him now you’d be crimson for sure. 

“Alright everybodyyy,” Olivia begins, pouring the same raspberry vodka into the five shot glasses she has lined up on the table. You can’t help but laugh at her infectious energy, this girl is nothing if not the life of the party. 

“Cheers to our first night out as flat mates! Wooo!!!” she exclaims, as everyone grabs a shot glass from the table, Rafe instinctively passing you one, hands briefly touching during the exchange and again as you all clink your glasses. You down the contents, unsure if the heat forming in your chest is from the vodka or the feeling of Rafe’s passing touch. 

Pretty soon people start to arrive, Olivia and Millie making sure to introduce everyone. The flat becomes a blur of bodies drinking, dancing, and mingling about, and somehow, despite it all, Rafe Cameron is the person you find yourself standing with. There was something magnetic about him that you couldn’t quite understand, but it kept drawing you near. 

“What are you drinking tonight Cameron,” you nod at the cup in his hand.

“Jack and coke. Of course,” he scoffs with subtle sarcasm, which you instantly pick up on. 

“Not straight whiskey? Wow. That’s not very Figure 8 of you,” you admonish playfully.

“Straight whiskey? L/n who do you think I am?” he twists his face in mock disbelief. “But I’m game to do a shot if you are,” he adds.

“Hmm that does-“ you begin, but you’re quickly cutoff. 

“Y/n, babe, if I had known you’d be here I would’ve came sooner,” Liam greets you with a kiss on the cheek and a cheeky smile. 

“Now how on earth do you two know each other,” Millie asks, walking in line with the boy.

“Umm,” you chuckle nervously. You could not have possibly felt more awkward at the conversation unfolding in front of you, Rafe standing by as witness to it all. “He’s that boy I went to the bar with the other night,” you explain sheepishly.

“That was Liam!? Chrissake. Well I apologize on his behalf for anything he said or did.”

“Hey I’ll have you know I’m a proper gentleman!” he defends, throwing you a wink as Millie rolls her eyes. Just at that moment, another group of people walk in through the door, conveniently coming to Rafe’s rescue.

“Rafe!” a girl calls and he clears his throat excusing himself, Millie following suit to greet the latest batch of guests. You watch as he leans in for a hug with the girl who’s just called his name. She’s twirling her hair and batting her eyes, confident, flirty, gorgeous - just his type. A sick feeling pools in your stomach, you don’t even realize you’re staring. 

“Lily Colts, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Liam informs you as he takes the now empty spot next to you.

“Oh, um no, I was just uh-“

“It’s okay Y/n, I get it. So flatmate huh” he laughs, unbothered.

“No no it’s not like that at all I uh-”

“Alright. Y/n,” he says, jumping up to sit on the counter behind him, cracking open the can in his hand. “You know I think you’re hot and you know I like messing with you-”

“Actually I know neither of those things,” you reply indignantly. 

“Yes you do, you’re not dim,” he bulldozes right on, “I can read people pretty well, and there was a vibe there.”

“A vibe?”

“Yeah. Between you and what’s-his-face. You should’ve seen the way he tensed up when I came up to you,” he snickers in amusement.

“Shut up. His name is Rafe, by the way, and there was no ‘vibe.’ Also why are you even telling me this?” you ask, growing frustrated with the cocky brunette.

“Y/n please,” he scoffs. “I told you I can read people, so let me read you. You’re out here in London right, far away from home, keen for a fresh start. You’ve never been one for meaningless flings, but fuck it, if everyone else can do it, why not you? Or so you try to convince yourself, but you know that’s not you. See, you crave that emotional connection, and when you find even a hint of it, you’re a goner. Which is why you’d never actually hook up with me and it’s why you’re staring at that boy from home even though you swear you don’t care, but you do - you feel something there.”

You’re dumbfounded by his ability to know things about you that even you yourself can’t recognize. “I liked it better when you were just flirting with me,” you grumble.  

“No worries darling, I’ll definitely still do that. I’ll even dance on you in the club if you ask nicely, might make pretty boy over there jealous,” he motions with his eyes toward Rafe, at which you give his shoulder a shove.

“You’re an idiot you know, Millie was right on the money with that,” you quip, as the two of you head over to her, Liv, and the boys.

“Please, Millie wishes she could be right on something else,” he says as you shoot him a glare, trying your best to suppress a laugh. Liam was starting to become a pain in your ass, too smart for his own good, but at least he was a funny one.

—

Your first night clubbing was going great. The place was packed, the music was good, and you were having a blast dancing with Liv, Millie, and their friends. You couldn’t help looking around the club though, eyes scanning for Rafe in the crowd. He’d been hanging out all night with Topper and some of the guys from their new soccer team. You longed to be near him somehow, to interact with him again. All your conversations with him earlier today had left you with an excited buzz - you didn’t know what it was about this version of Rafe Cameron in London, but you were actually enjoying his company.

You try to push him out of your mind and just enjoy the moment. It’s not like there was anything between you and Rafe, you had just barely began to form a semblance of a potential friendship today, let’s not get carried away. Besides, you live with the boy, accidentally running into him wasn’t going to be much of a challenge. 

“Anyone want anything from the bar?” you shout over the music to your friends.

“Vodka soda with lime please!” Olivia shouts back and you nod, turning to make your way to the counter a few feet away. You place your order and mindlessly tap your fingers on the bar as a figure appears beside you.

“Hey, Y/n right? Flatmates with Olivia, Mills, and the boys?” the girl asks, and you turn, now face to face with Lily. 

“Uh yeah, hey,” you feign a smile back. 

“I’m Lily, nice to meet you,” she smiles genuinely. “I’m friends with all the Westheath bozos you’ve probably been meeting tonight,” she laughs, “Callum and Henry over there are my best mates. They’re on the football team with Rafe and Topper, we were showing them around earlier. My god you guys have been hoarding some cute ones over there in America.”

You chuckle, “glad that Kildare’s presence can at least be of some benefit.” 

“So, girl to girl here, what can you tell me about Rafe Cameron? He’s such a hottie isn’t he? Would love to get a taste of that,” she smirks, licking her lips.

“Umm I don’t really have much to tell,” you say, unsure of how to navigate this conversation. You could tell her what you thought you knew of Outer Banks Rafe - he’s a rich, party-boy player. But after today, that no longer felt right. You didn’t want to say or presume anything about him at all actually, it felt wrong to talk about him like that. God, what the hell was wrong with you? You spend a few hours with the boy and you already have a soft spot for him? You needed to get a grip. “Our families know each other but we don’t really hang out at home. He’s uh- he’s cool though,” you decide as a sufficient response.

“Any girl friend?” she asks, sliding cash over to the bartender as she orders a shot.

“Rafe’s not really the ‘girlfriend-type’,” you answer, bartender sliding you the drinks you ordered and Lily her’s. 

“Well then cheers to that,” she grins, clinking her shot glass to your drink before she downs it, waving a quick goodbye. You watch as she makes her way back to Rafe and their group, adorning a flirty smile. You feel sick to your stomach. You wanted to hate her, you did. But you couldn’t. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was just confident, outgoing, and not afraid to go after what she wanted. There was nothing for you to be angry about, who was stopping you from doing the same?

 But in the back of your mind you decided you could never go after Rafe like that. He would never be interested in you in that way, you were sure of it. You had a hard time believing your friends when they hyped you up, so you definitely weren’t going to believe for a single second that a boy you thought was cool could possibly look at you in the same way. Besides, the mere idea of being rejected by Rafe Cameron, and then having to continue living with him and eventually go back to the Outer Banks for everyone to find out you had been rejected by the kook prince, was so mortifying that the very thought made you want to crawl into a hole. So you promise yourself, right then and there, that you won’t let yourself get hurt like that. You could hang out with Rafe, get to know him, become friends even, but under no circumstances could you be caught wearing your heart on your sleeve. You couldn’t disarm yourself like that and give him the upper hand. You needed to look out for yourself first and foremost, preserving the little bit of control you still had over your life. 

You walk back over to your friends, slipping Liv her drink as her and Jake dance together. Your new friends are all tipsy and in a world of their own, getting lost in the music and their movements.

“Dance with me,” you turn to Liam who’s right beside you.

“I said if you ask nicely,” he admonishes sarcastically, to which you roll your eyes.

“I’m not gonna beg Liam. You wanna dance or not?”

“Sheesh, Lily Colts got your panties in a twist like that?”

“Not. At. All.” You confidently stare into his eyes, sipping your drink. It’s no use, Liam knows you all too well by now, and you curse yourself for the way in which this boy is able to see right through all the walls you put up. You may think these walls are made of brick, but to Liam they’re glass.

He just laughs at you, shaking his head in amusement. He grabs your free hand and pulls you closer to him, your bodies now pressed together. He takes your hand and rests it on the back of his neck, his finding their way to your hips. He plants his leg in between yours and soon you guys are lost in the rhythm. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying every second. He spins you around and you lightly grind your ass against him.

“Damn Y/n, I didn’t know you move like that,” he jokes, as you face forward again. He leans in, his hand on the small of your back, and you feel his breath right against your ear, “he’s looking by the way.” Your breath hitches, but you know better than to turn around. Liam is already one step ahead of you, instinctively twirling you again so you can quickly catch a glimpse of Rafe’s eyes on yours without it being obvious. “Told you he’d be jealous,” he smirks down at you triumphantly.

“Shut up,” you reply, the slightest smile tugging at your lips as your sweaty bodies continue to move to the music.

—-

“Aw flatmate bonding you guysss,” Olivia gushes, as you all sit together at a booth. She had forced you all out of your beds this morning to get breakfast together. Despite being hungover and groggy, you all reluctantly agreed. “Mimosas anyone?” she jokes.

“If I so much as smell any alcohol I think I’ll vomit,” Topper groans.

“Aw, what’s the matter, can’t handle your liquor Tops?” Millie asks, quirking her head to the side.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Could ask you the same question. My room is right next to the bathroom, don’t think I didn’t hear your retching last night,” he snaps back, to which Millie turns bright red and soon you’re all hunched over in laughter.

“I think a mimosa would make me yak right now too, to be fair. Coffees all around!” Olivia asserts.

You’re seated across from Rafe as you both scan your menus, your eyes immediately fixing in on the pancakes. The waiter comes by to take all your orders and you can’t help but blush a little when Rafe orders pancakes and you have to follow with a “same for me.” Such a silly, meaningless thing, I mean everyone likes pancakes. But being the only one to have the same exact order as Rafe leaves you feeling embarrassed, for no good reason all the same. You all begin to scarf down your food as soon as it arrives, thankful to have something to soak up the alcohol in your stomachs, as you share stories and laugh about last night’s drunken antics. 

“So how is it that we’re all flatmates and yet I only have Topper’s contact. Come on, add ‘em in,” Rafe says, sliding his unlocked phone to the middle of the table.

“Wait I want snapchats too. Oooh! And instagram!” Olivia pipes, whipping out her phone as well.

“I expect no booty calls Cameron. This is strictly business,” Millie jokes, typing in her and Olivia’s numbers before passing his phone to you. 

“Am I allowed a booty call?” Topper smirks, extending his phone as well.

“I wouldn’t push your luck Thornton,” she smirks back and he pouts in response. You finish typing your name and number into Rafe’s phone and hand it back to him, skin briefly making contact once again. Even though you had known Rafe all your life, somehow you two never had a reason to exchange numbers, only following each other on Instagram which he never posted on anyways.

“Alright everyone, pull up your snapchat codes, I wanna make a group,” Olivia says and everyone obliges, arms crossing every which way as you all add each other. “What should we name our group chat? Ooo can we do a ship name of our schools - like Kilheath or Westare?” 

“I like Kilheath,” Topper chimes in.

“Yeah I bet you do you psychopath. Sounds like the name of a bad horror movie,” Rafe laughs.

“Oooo there’s five of us, we could be the Spice Girls,” Millie beams.

“No.” Topper immediately shuts her down. 

“What about ‘American Boys and Spice Girls.’ You know, like the Kanye West song,” you add.

“Ehh, we’re getting closer, but not quite there,” Rafe teases you and you playfully kick him under the table. “I’m hearing a lot of opinions and not a lot of contributions,” you cross your arms and raise your brows.

“Hey hey hey, I’m a critic, not a chef L/n,” he lifts his hands in surrender.

“Ooo I got it! We can call it the ‘Royal fam,’ like the royal family,” Olivia suggests, finally getting approval from the whole group. Breakfast is soon over and you all return to your rooms, eager to nap away the remainder of your hangovers. You lay in your bed and stare at the newly formed snapchat group on your phone. Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 appears on top and you scroll down, looking at Rafe’s username and bitmoji on your screen. You laugh at the fact that even his bitmoji wears a backwards cap. It was weird, having him in your phone like this. You had known this boy your whole life, but you two had always operated in separate spheres. And here he was, in your Snapchat, a glimpse into the life of Rafe, of which you only ever got a birds eye view of back home. It almost felt like you were trespassing somewhere you didn’t belong, having access to him like this. You sigh and lock your phone. Rafe Cameron really isn’t all that bad.

—

The next few days fly by fast as you become acclimated to Westheath. You and the rest of the Kildare kids attend an orientation with Westheath’s exchange advisor, spending the whole time with your little trio: you, Rafe, and Topper. When you had first arrived abroad, you were deadset on forging your own path in London and steering clear of everyone else from OBX. But hanging out with Rafe and Topper made you all but forget. It was fun and easy hanging out with them, in fact, counterintuitively, they were helping you forget all about the Outer Banks, just as you had hoped to do. Your conversations centered around your interests, your new lives, on random jokes and made up bits. It was almost as if there was a mutual unspoken agreement between you, them also trying to escape and forget their lives in OBX.

Pretty soon classes began, and you were learning a new schedule and adapting to British schooling. Your evenings were spent singing and dancing in the kitchen as you, Liv, and Millie simultaneously cooked your dinners, getting pints at the pub around the corner with your Westheath friends, and playing card games at the kitchen table with Rafe and Topper, the smack talk between you three flowing strong. There’d be short moments where you’d find yourself alone with Rafe - he’d explain to you whatever Premier League team was playing that day, you’d show him how the coffee machine works, and the occasional passing comments of “so when are we finally starting Game of Thrones, Cameron?” “I’m ready whenever you are, L/n.”

—

It was a Wednesday night, and you were curled up in your fluffy gray blanket watching Gilmore Girls in bed. You found the show comforting and familiar, the small town of Stars Hallow reminding you of what you wished your life in the Outer Banks could be like. Instead it was more like the cold and pretentious atmosphere of Chilton and the older Gilmores’ Hartford life. Your phone buzzes, and you pick it up lazily to check, suddenly freezing at the notification on your screen.

Snapchat: Rafe Cameron

You had opened a few snapchats from the boy over the past few days, but they were always random ones he would send to the group chat. This one was just for you. You gulp and put your phone down, not wanting to open it too fast. A few minutes go by and you realize you haven’t paid an ounce of attention to the show on your screen, even though you’re staring right at it. Fuck it. You open your phone and tap on the unread snap.

When are we watching Game of Thrones L/n the snapchat says, a picture of his laptop on his bed and the HBO Max home page open, the series featured in the corner of the screen.

You snap back a picture of your blanket and the laptop playing Gilmore Girls in front of you: ready whenever you are Cameron.

Almost immediately you get a response back.

Rafe Cameron: wait are you home rn? His message is accompanied by a random picture of his room, a view you let your eyes linger on until the message expires. Another peak into Rafe Cameron’s world.

Y/n: Yep! You send a blurry selfie of you wrapped in your blanket.

Rafe Cameron: be over in 5

You leave that last message on open and your heart starts to race. Just breathe Y/n, breathe, you keep telling yourself. It doesn’t have to be a big deal if you don’t make it out to be. It’s just a show. Just a show. And besides, you guys are friends now, right? You sit up in your bed and grab your pillow, shifting over to sit horizontally on your mattress. That seems more casual to you, more ‘just a couple friends watching a show together at a comfortable distance’ and less ‘sitting right on top of each other Netflix and chill’. You gulp down some water to ease your dry throat when you hear a gentle knock.

“Come in!” you call out, and now Rafe Cameron is in your room, eyes absorbing all the details that are so you. The posters on one wall, film camera photos on another. The string lights which wrap around your room and give it a warm glow. The plants, the subtle scent of vanilla. The bag you always carried with you, hanging off the side of your chair. He almost felt like he was intruding, like he was getting an intimate glimpse of something that was for your eyes only. 

“Whats up,” he says, holding his laptop and closing the door behind him. 

“Ready to finally start the show,” you laugh, “it’s about damn time.”

“Hey, I’ve been ready, it’s you who’s been taking your sweet time.”

“Is that so?” you ask sarcastically and a smile forms on his face.

“What are you doing over there? Who sits like that on their bed?” he asks, now coming over and taking a seat on your mattress facing vertically, propping your other pillow behind his back. “Can’t even stretch out your legs or anything,” he continues, patting the spot on the bed next to him, signaling for you to come over.

“I don’t know, I think it’s comfy,” you lie as you crawl over to him, your first line of defense already shot down. 

“Weirdo,” he chuckles to which you nudge him in the side with your elbow. “If Topper’s wrong about this I’m gonna give him so much shit,” he says.

“Topper does have a lot of questionable opinions,” you laugh, “but I have a good feeling about this one.

—

One episode turned into two turned into three, you and Rafe instantly hooked. The nerves you had felt earlier at sitting so close next to this boy in your bed had all but dissipated, you quickly acclimating to the space he took up next to you. Even though by now all your previous misconceptions about Rafe had disappeared, replaced with the boy you had come to know over the past week, there was a small part of you that was still waiting to see if he’d try to pull something on you, like the Rafe you imagined back home surely would. Of course he didn’t, watching and discussing the show with you, making you feel as comfortable as if you two had been friends for years. You almost felt bad for having had doubted him in the first place.

When the third episode ended and you two got into a long post-episode discussion, you hardly noticed when the conversation began to digress. You both started to sink lower and lower down into your pillows, until you were both laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling and lost in exchanges of words and thoughts. The conversation was different this time, more candid and open, as if the shadow of the night was inviting you to divulge thoughts you wouldn’t have shared in the day. He spoke of his strained relationship with his father and you shared the silly drama that had caused a riff between you and your former friends back home. He showed you pictures of his dog and you showed him the video you had been working on all summer long in OBX, not having anyone to hang out with before you left for London. He talked about how he felt so disconnected from almost everyone on that island, and you nodded, understanding all too well. The conversation continued to ebb and flow, the occasional funny video or meme pulling you two into fits of laughter before seamlessly delving into another vulnerable train of thought. You both had your Spotify accounts open now, taking turns sharing your favorite songs. You put on a playlist you had made over the summer, full of songs that made you feel at peace. 

“This puts you at ease huh,” he says.

You turn your head to look at him, “how could you tell?”

“I don’t know. I guess just the way your whole body relaxed the second you pressed play,” he replies.

“Yeah,” you say turning your head back toward the ceiling. “I know it sounds cheesy, but I feel like these songs are speaking to my soul or something,” you whisper.

“Yeah I get that… I have those too,” he whispers back. Neither of you realize it’s already 5 am and neither of you notice as your eyes both get heavy and sleep washes over you, playlist in the background like a lullaby. And at some point during your deep sleep, Rafe’s arm has found itself unconsciously wrapped around you.

---

Part 4

a/n: lemme know what you think!(:

[twinklelilstarkey]

if you could write more about dad!rafe that would be amazing!!

Loving - Dad!Rafe Cameron

Words: 1.7k+

Type: Fluff

Summary: Rafe, Y/N and their daughter go to Midsummers, where a family reunion awaits them.

Warnings: Dad!Rafe and Dad!Topper. All the characters are slightly older in this imagine. Mentions of symptoms of anxiety. 

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

Credits for the beautiful gif @drewsephstarke (if u want me to not repost it, let me know, i’ll delete it. I just couldn’t find any others on the normal tumblr gifs)

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

"Do you have everything?” You ask Rafe, again, making him sigh.

“Yes, for the millionth time. Yes” He chuckles, “Breathe, baby. Jesus.”

You’ve been stressing for the past week. It’s been 2 years since you’ve last been in a Cameron’s event as important as the Midsummers and all you can feel is the pressure and stress running in your veins.

Not only will you re-seeing all your high school ‘friends’, but also Rafe’s side of the family. And no, you’re not talking about Sarah and Wheezie. You’re talking about Ward and Rose, who haven’t seen their granddaughter since the week she was born.

It was Rafe’s decision to make them not as inclusive as your side of the family, and you didn’t judge him for it. It was his choice to make.

But still, the idea of seeing them again after so long is stressful enough to make you seem paranoid with every small thing.

You reopen your small purse to check if you have everything that you need for the night and you sigh as you see, literally, everything.

“We need to go now.” Rafe says from beside you.

“Okay, let’s go.”

As you walk down the front yard of your parents’ house, you grab your car keys as Rafe calls out for Y/D/N, who is still inside the house.

The small girl walks out of the living room once hearing her dad’s voice and once her big eyes land on him, she extends her arms his way, grabby hands into the air.

Rafe walks towards her and picks her up, adjusting her dress slightly since she has been sitting on the ground this whole time, and looks up to check on you.

You had already walked out of the house and to the car, which didn’t surprise him. So Rafe walks with Y/D/N on his hip and closes the front door after him. H

e puts his baby girl down on her seat in the back and you pass him the keys before taking your seat on the passenger side, letting he go around to sit and start the car.

(...)

"Oh my god! I’ve missed you so much!” Sarah screams in the lobby of the building, catching everyone’s attention, as she runs towards you.

She wraps her arms around you as soon as she’s close enough and starts swaying you from side to side in her tight hold. 

Rafe walks in the building, Y/D/N on his hip, letting her rest her head on his shoulder as he fluffs out her dress and walks over to you.

“Oh, she’s here too” Sarah gasps when pulling away from you, eyes wide when staring at your daughter in Rafe’s arms. “Oh, well hello you cute little bug” she says with her baby voice.

Rafe laughs down at his sister, finding her baby voice ridiculous, and you look around a little, noticing how many people are as late as you. 

Thank god you’re not the last ones to get here.

“Can I hold her?” Sarah asks her brother.

Rafe doesn’t answer, he just leans a bit down and passes the small girl to her aunt. Y/D/N looks at her dad, confused look as she’s passed to Sarah.

“Where’s dad?” He asks Sarah.

Sarah walks over to you and Rafe follows her, resting his hand on your lower back once he stands right beside you.

“He’s...” She starts, looking around in the main room, “Probably...” She walks a bit to get a better view, and then turns to the two of you, “Outside”

You smile a bit at her words and you all start walking out of the lobby to try and find the man that organized this whole night. You walk beside Rafe, trying to swallow your nerves away, while looking around.

Rafe laughs a bit next to you and you look up at him to find him staring at Y/D/N. You follow his gaze and your eyes lay a wide eyed toddler staring intensely at her aunt, almost as if in shock.

You chuckle and that seems to catch the attention of the small girl, who looks at the two of you. Your and Rafe’s smile influence her into smiling as well and even to let a little giggle.

“Dad!” Sarah says excitingly as you three walk out to the porch, “Look who’s here”

Ward Cameron, himself, stands not too far from you, talking to maybe some business partners or just some acquaintances from the island’s Figure Eight. He looks over his shoulder to find his daughter holding a baby.

“Look Y/D/N, it’s grandpa.” Sarah says excitingly while making the girl jump on her hip, making it seem like she is actually excited to see him.

And that’s when Ward understood who the girl is, his granddaughter.

He looks up to find both you and Rafe standing behind Sarah and a smile is plastered on his face. Some might say it’s rather fake, but who are you to comment on that?

The men that were standing beside him drift their eyes to look at you all and they can’t help but feel shocked when they see the oldest son of Ward in front of them. 

It’s been years since he had last been to events like these.

“My son, it’s great to see you again.” Ward says, after giving the small girl a smile.

The Cameron men give each other a quite awkward hug and Ward turns to you.

“It’s great to see you too, Y/N. You haven’t changed at all since I last saw you.”

Oh, yes. The day after his granddaughter was born. The last time you all were together in one room. 

The last time he had tried to have an argument with Rafe and Rafe had finally enough of him.

Something that it’s surely still too fresh on Rafe’s mind still. As well as Ward’s.

Ward turns to Sarah once more and extends his hands as a way to motion wanting to hold the baby. 

Sarah passes him Y/D/N, who doesn’t look all that pleased with all the unknown people holding and staring at her.

“Aren’t you adorable?” Rose asks from behind you.

You turn to stare at her and she’s glancing adoringly at your daughter.

The older couple give all their attention to the small ‘chubby-cheeked’ girl and you walk over to Rafe, leaning your side against his, making him wrap his arm over your shoulders. 

As he plants a kiss over your hair, you turn to Sarah and start a conversation.

While you talk your worries away with Sarah, now feeling more relaxed, Rafe can’t take his eyes off his dad, who seems, to him, to be moving further and further way with his baby. 

In reality, he knows that Ward is not that far, but he sure is far enough to make anxiety bubble up in Rafe’s chest.

Y/D/N looks away from Ward and looks over at her dad, her usual pout after much forced socialization forming on her lips. 

She extends her small arms to her dad and Rose looks over at Rafe.

“Looks like she wants to go back to dad.” She says with a sweet smile, not something anyone is used to seeing.

Ward passes the child over to Rafe’s arms and he’s quick to hold her close to him. 

The baby snuggles into his neck and coos a little as she does it, melting into her dad’s warmth and familiar hold.

The people around them steal some glances and awe at the sight of the small baby clinging to the scowling Rafe Cameron that everyone seems to recognize.

You laugh beside him at Sarah’s words and Rose and Ward are quick to join the conversation. Rose’s smile very prominent on her face, making you ease up next to her. While, Ward, on the other, stole glares at his son, same exact scowl on his face.

You hold Rafe’s vacant hand, giving it a small squeeze, and he looks down at you, coming back to reality.

“You okay?” You ask him in a whisper and he just nods.

The small girl on his chest moves a bit and peeks with her big eyes, over her dad’s shoulder, at the people behind the porch. 

Some of them dancing and some just talking with a drink on their hand.

“Top” She gasps and Rafe looks down at her.

The small girl slaps his chest lightly to try and grab her dad’s attention and he looks over his shoulder to see Topper with a drink on his hand and a kid resting over his hip.

Rafe brings his fingers over to his lips, letting go of your hand, and whistles at his best friend, grabbing his attention and some other people’s in front and beside him as well. 

The girl giggles at her dad and brings her small hands to her mouth, trying to imitate her dad, gaining a smile from you and a laugh from Sarah.

Topper smiles up at Rafe and starts making his way towards the porch. And as he stands beside Rafe, he changes Y/D/N to his other arm, all to greet his best friend with the right hand.

Rafe’s scowl lifts off his features as Topper starts making conversation and Ward looks away from the two young fathers, listening to what his daughter and wife are talking about.

As Topper looks over at you and starts a small conversation just to greet you, Y/D/N lays her small palm on Rafe’s cheek, getting his attention again. She smiles widely and acts all shy as his eyes land on her.

“Why are you all shy, now?” He asks the small girl playfully, “Uh?”

He pokes her side to make her erupt into her usual fit of giggles, trying to stop his hand with hers.

Rose and Ward look up at the sound of the adorable giggles and they eye Rafe Cameron smile sweetly at the small girl, threatening to start tickling her again.

The small girl shakes her head again violently at her dad’s other question and leans in, planting a small faint kiss over his cheek. He gasps dramatically and does the same to her cheek, making the girl start laughing again.

You look up at them and smile at how adorable they are.

Rafe peppers his daughter’s face with kisses and she laughs loudly, grabbing her dad’s face with her small hands to make him stop.

“Lowe you” She says as he leans his head away and he smiles at her, gaining a awe from all the women in front of him.

“I love you too” He answers, making the baby satisfied with his words and lean in close to his chest once more.

Ward stares at his son in slight shock, he did not expect Rafe to ever be as loving as this. 

He expected him to be like... him. His dad. 

And he’s more than wrong.

God, I missed writing for Dad!Rafe. We don’t deserve him, too cute for our own good.

            *HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY*