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[milkiane]

butterfly clips; rafe cameron

summary: rafe would do anything to make you happy, which also means he has to let you use your butterfly clips.

warnings: none! just pure fluff

word count: 588

a/n: dedicated to @starkey-babie and our love for s1 rafe (his hair, mostly) gif credits to her, too!!

one of the things you love most about rafe was that he was always up for your spontaneous hobbies. no matter how comical it is.

from painting, barista classes, baking, crocheting (which he’s surprisingly very good at), you name it. he’s done it all with you.

your current hyperfixation was clay pottery.

you and rafe were out in his backyard. the sun was hiding behind the fluff of clouds, the breeze was cool and crisp, creating the perfect setting for your afternoon.

you were on your third ceramic by the time an hour passed, and you’ve successfully made a cute mushroom for your jewelry set and a frog bowl.

rafe was… hanging in there.

he couldn’t help but let out annoyed groans as a few hair strands kept falling to his eyes. he can’t push it back like he normally does because his hands were smeared with wet clay.

you looked up from your work to see rafe shaking his head a bit as he tried to get the hair away from his face.

you bit your lip as you tried to hide the amused smile growing on your lips, but it was no use, because as soon as rafe noticed that you stopped working, he snapped his attention towards you.

“oh, you think that’s funny?” he asked you, eyes squinting into a mocking glare.

you scrunch your nose up, pinching your thumb and index finger together. “a bit, yeah.”

he huffed, going back to his art when he gave up trying to avoid the hair in his eyes.

“i’ll be right back,” you abruptly stood up from your chair and went back into the house, wiping the wet clay on your hands.

when you came back, rafe had a bad feeling as he eyed your closed fists and the big grin on your face.

you opened your hands as you stepped in front of him, showing him the myriad of colorful butterfly clips on the palm of your hands.

“no, nope!” he shook his head feverously.

“oh, c’mon, rafe!” you pleaded, dragging your chair beside his, preparing to style his hair. “it would keep your hair away from your face.”

“no.” he deadpanned, ignoring the difficulty to look through the hair that curtained his eyes.

you pouted, playing with the clips on your hands as you tried to catch his gaze. “…you’ll look pretty.”

rafe groaned, looking at you for a moment before reluctantly agreeing.

you did a small cheer and a victory dance before settling yourself in front of him, resting your knee against his thigh as you started working on his hair.

you ignored the grumpy look on his face as you pushed back the strands of hair blocking his face, securing them with one of your many butterfly clips.

rafe couldn’t stay mad at you for so long.

the frown that was etched on his face was immediately wiped away just as soon as it was there and was replaced with a soft smile that made your heart flutter.

you had a concentrated look on your face, your tongue slightly poking out of your lips as you continued to work your magic on his hair. there was a shimmer in your eyes that made him feel all warm and soft inside.

rafe loves to see you happy. your smile was his most favorite thing in the world, and he’d do anything to make you happy.

even if it meant pulling his hair a little bit too hard and decorating his hair with butterfly clips.

[milkiane]

father figure; a rafe cameron series

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summary: rafe cameron was in for a whole rollercoaster ride with you and tommy, and it will be a ride he’ll never forget.

prologue. mama’s night out

— rafe goes out with you in hopes of sweeping you off your feet, only to end up doing just that, and getting more than he bargained for.

i. my boys

— ever since rafe said he wanted in, he’s trying his best to be the best partner to y/n and the best friend to tommy.

ii. elmo & friends

— whilst y/n was out for work, rafe and tommy spends an afternoon in together.

iii. zoom classes

— rafe and tommy are doing their very best to distract mommy from her online school.

iv. bath time

— rafe proves to be a keeper when he volunteered to give tommy a bath.

v. mario kart

— rafe and y/n was supposed to spend a night full of fun and games as soon as tommy goes to bed, but a sleepy mutter of that word made rafe realize that he needed to step up his game.

vi. three

— for tommy’s third birthday, rafe brought the two of you to the obx’s flashing carnival.

vii. family portrait

— tommy gave rafe a heart-warming gift as soon as he got back home from his first day of school.

viii. closure

— when tommy’s biological father comes back for closure, rafe’s love for tommy shows.

epilogue. father figure

— a happy ending for the family you love.

#rafe and tommy concepts

#ffblurbs

mood board by the amazing @taylathornton

[milkiane]

pov: you’re going through your memories with drew

[milkiane]

soda can tab; jj maybank

summary: jj learned a little something and he decided to test the waters.

warnings: mentions of food & beverages, hint of obx 2, gif credits to @deenasjohnson

word count: 512

if there’s one thing that jj loves about school, it’s the annual bonfire that’s being held after the first week.

you and the pogues got separated the moment you step foot in the crowded place. there were kooks and pogues alike mingling amongst the horde, music was blasting from the hidden speakers, and cheap beers and soda cans were exchanged from corner to corner.

an hour or two has passed as the party slowly calmed. you sat on one of the rocks on the cove, a hint of a smile on your face as you observed the people gathered around the fire.

there was a pogue strumming his guitar as a few people sang along to the familiar song. marshmallows were being roasted on the fire as the pack was being passed around.

beer and soda cans were littered everywhere, and you were almost certain kie would be raging if she wasn’t drunk. you’ll make sure to help her clean up in the morning.

you were just about to hop down the rock you’ve resided at to roast your own mallows when you heard footsteps from your left.

your smile grew as you watched jj approach you with two cans of soda and a plate of roasted marshmallows.

“hi.” jj grinned, planting a sweet kiss on your lips as he made himself comfortable beside you.

the both of you shared on the melted sweets as you let the soft strumming of the guitar surround the both of you in comfortable silence.

you’ve exchanged casual and silly conversations as you finished on the food you were snacking on when jj suddenly popped the can tab of his soda.

“you know, they said that…” he started, holding the tab towards you. “when you give someone your soda can tab, they owe you a kiss.”

“yeah?” you asked, voice low as you slowly leaned in to muse his quip. “and who told you that?”

he hummed as if in thought. “the gods who really want us to kiss right now.”

“we can't disappoint them now, can we?” you smiled into the kiss, grabbing the tab from his hands as you pulled him closer.

as jj pulled away, he silently asked you to turn around so that he could unclasp your plain necklace. he slipped the tab through the gold chain and secured it.

“now i have a reason to kiss you anytime i want.” he grinned proudly.

“as if you need a reason to kiss me.” you playfully rolled your eyes as you popped the tab of your own soda can.

you handed it towards him with a pleased look on your face. “now you owe me a kiss, too.”

“don’t need to tell me twice.” he mumbled, locking his lips with yours, a sweet kiss like no other.

when you pulled away, jj unclasped his own shark tooth necklace and slid the tab down the chain. “we’re matching.”

“mhm, yeah.” you smiled down at your matching necklaces. “i think we make quite a pair, don’t we?”

“we’ll always be a pair.”

“always?”

“and forever.”

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obx taglist: @maybanksslut @angelixcpixies @oldschoolkiddo @iwritesiriusly @natashxromanovfreads @nyxie75 @stylesyourmine @gabiatthedisco @taylathornton @bury-my-love-inthe-moondust @queen-asteria04 @aliyahsutherland @wolfstar-lb @mrs-cameron @golden-hoax @ilyjohnb @diverrdown @malfoylaufeysonweasley @ayleehweasleyobrien @xsamsharons @sweeterthansammy

[milkiane]

three; rafe cameron

father figure masterlist

summary: for tommy’s third birthday, rafe brought the two of you to the obx’s flashing carnival.

warnings: fluff as always, gif credits to @whumpypepsigal ! <3

word count: 1232

a bright lovely day was brought to the outer banks on the morning of august 20th.

rafe has his arms wrapped around your body, legs tangled whilst you were in each other’s warm embrace. the soft snores escaping from your lips were fused with the songs that the birds were singing.

it was merely eight a.m. when tommy stirred up. he rubbed his eyes as he adjusted to the light. he let out a small yawn and his gaze fell upon the calendar on his wall, the date today encircled many times with doodles of balloons and a cake adorned on the small box.

he excitedly got up from his bed and hurried towards your bedroom where you and rafe were currently residing.

he twisted the door knob slowly and climbed on the bed, balancing himself as he prepared to wreak havoc on his parents’ peaceful sleep.

“wake up, wake up!” tommy yelled, bouncing up and down on the bed. “it’s my birthday!”

you groaned against your pillow, a yawn escaping from your lips as the boy continued to jump on the bed.

“what time is it, tommy?” rafe asked, his eyes still closed as sleep tried to catch up with him from the sudden disturbance.

tommy flopped down in between the both of you, tapping his chin in thought. “uhh, i don’t know. it’s my birthday though!”

you and rafe chuckled softly as you cupped your son’s cheeks in your hands. you peppered his face with light kisses, his giggles bringing music to your ears. “god, you’re growing up too fast.”

rafe smiled, opening his arms to bring him in a hug. he wrapped his arms around the boy as he laid on top of his chest. “happy birthday, bud.”

the rest of the day was spent at tommy’s favorite ice cream parlor. rafe rented it for a few hours, much to his father’s displeasure, but he’ll do anything to make tommy’s birthday perfect.

the pogues, sarah, topper, and kelce attended the small birthday party, putting the stupid rivalry aside to become one of the cool aunts and uncles for tommy.

they got along, somehow. even going as far as cosplaying superheroes and villains to amuse the birthday boy.

rose and wheezie dropped by, too. rose spoiled tommy the moment rafe told them all about you and him. she loves him, rightfully so.

you prepared a projector and the screen, and spent the rest of the afternoon watching luca, and a few more of tommy’s favorite movies whilst eating tubs of ice cream.

at the end of his party, the now three-year-old now had multitudes of presents. you had to come back again to gather the others since it didn’t fit in your car.

but the day isn’t over yet.

rafe planned something to make tommy’s birthday even more special.

the little boy was practically bouncing around with utter excitement, continuously asking, “are there yet?”

his eyes lit up as he caught sight of the bright flashing lights of the carnival. “wow,”

you and rafe exchanged grins as he parked the car near by the entrance.

you had to hold on tightly onto tommy’s hand because you’re pretty sure he’d run around if you let go. it was his first time being in a fair, and everything from the pretty lights to the creative displays amazed him.

“what d’you wanna do first, tommy?” rafe asked, crouching down to smile at him.

“uhm,” he hummed, his face scrunched up in though. he started to look around, everything was so exciting and he couldn’t choose. although one booth caught his eye, there were stacks of milk bottles on a stool, and huge stuffed bears were hanging on the displays. “that one!”

“alright.” rafe nodded, letting tommy climb on his back for a piggyback ride. “you ready?”

“yeah!” he exclaimed, holding onto rafe’s hair as your boyfriend ran towards the booth.

you let the smile tug on your lips as you trailed after them.

tommy was now on his tiptoes, holding onto the booth’s counter. he was watching rafe intently as he calculated his moves.

you propped tommy on your hip as rafe tried to knock down the milk bottles. you and tommy couldn’t stop giggling at his unsuccessful attempts, which just made him even more persistent on winning.

after six more sets of balls and eight dollars spent, rafe finally managed to knock them all down.

“and we finally have a winner!” the booth manager exclaimed, handing rafe, who adorned a triumphant grin, the three foot tall stuffed bear.

tommy cheered, sliding down your hip to jump up and down in delight. he immediately squeezed the life out of the teddy bear as soon as it was handed to him.

“i love him!” he squealed. “i’m gon’ name him coco!”

“welcome to the family, coco.”

you flopped down on one of the benches after walking around for a few hours, trying to catch a breath as your feet begged for a break.

“you having fun, tommy?” you asked the toddler, dabbing his face with a hand towel to wipe off his sweat.

“yup!” he grinned up at you. he turned around to ask rafe something when he noticed that he wasn’t there. “where’s rafey?”

tommy made a very firm decision that he would call rafe with two names. ‘rafey’ and ‘dad’, always switching between the two.

though he often calls him ‘dad’ whenever he needs something, or he’s done something wrong and he knows that he’ll let him get away with it. he knew that rafe could never resist him.

before you could even reply to him, rafe was already approaching the two of you, two cotton candies occupying his hands.

“is that a cloud?” tommy asked in amazement, making you and rafe laugh.

“no, baby, that’s a cotton candy.” you chuckled before ripping a chunk off and handing it to him. “here, give it a try.”

he hesitantly grabbed it from you and took a bite. his eyes lit up at the sweet melted taste of the candy. he grabbed the stick from you and devoured it as you and rafe shared one.

the three of you spent the rest of the night playing at game stands and trying every ride there was, and rafe settled with the fact that he and the spinning teacup ride were not friends.

from the food court, to the game stalls, and the fun rides, it was time to end the night with a spin on the ferris wheel.

“wow,” tommy mumbled, holding onto you and rafe’s hand for dear life as he gazed across the distance. the stars were especially bright tonight, reflecting across the view of the beach waves.

you smiled softly at him and looked over at rafe, who was already looking at you. you leaned a bit over at him, and pecked his lips, resting your head on his shoulder as the ferris wheel slowly spun.

you held rafe’s hand and coco on the other as you watched the people leave and pack away their stuff. tommy was already quiet and sleepy as rafe carried him.

“did you have fun, buddy?” rafe asked softly, rubbing tommy’s back comfortingly as you walked back to the car.

“yeah, this is the best day ever.” he mumbled, a soft smile gracing his lips despite his drowsiness. “thank you, mommy and daddy. i love you.”

[milkiane]

love you back; jj maybank

summary: the three times jj maybank told you that he loved you, and the one time you said it back.

warnings: brief (unwanted) sexual comments, profanities, mentions of blood, mentions of fighting (?), gif credits to @bellblake

word count: 2240

one.

there was yet another kegger at the boneyard, courtesy of the pogues who were all too bored out of their minds to waste the night away.

kiara was with pope, talking to a group of tourons about their never-ending facts, and somehow, it kept them entertained.

john b and sarah were dancing along with the blasting music, bodies swaying despite the music being upbeat.

and you, you were sitting on a log, a red cup in hand. you watched as the waves crashed on the shore. the salty breeze of the air whipping across your face, goosebumps slowly spreading on your body. the night was beautiful despite everything that’s been happening, the moon and twinkling stars reminding you that there’s beauty amidst the chaos.

you sighed, standing up to get another drink when the familiar shouts of jj caught your attention. you dropped your cup on the table and rushed over to him as you saw a group of kooks spit harsh insults at the boy.

knowing him, he’ll never back out from a fight, more so when he’s drunk. jj and the kook already had a threatening range between them, chests puffed out and fists clenched, but before any punches could be thrown, you got between the both of them and placed your hands on jj’s chest, “c’mon, j, let’s go.”

“fine piece of ass you’ve got there, maybank,” the kook laughed, eyes trained on your butt, “maybe i could get a taste after you’re done with her.”

although before jj could lunge at him, you beat him to it. you threw a perfect punch directly at his nose, making him stagger back. his friends went to help him out but he pushed them away. clutching his bleeding nose, he raised a finger at you, “you bitch!”

you slapped him across the cheek as he made the move to do so, “leave, now.”

his friends navigated him away from the boneyard, and you shook your throbbing hand, “holy shit, i didn’t know it was that painful to punch someone!”

jj had a look of adoration on his face, he placed a kiss on your hand and leaned forward to kiss you. your arm immediately wrapped around his neck, as his went straight to your waist.

you didn’t know whatever this thing you had with jj was, you’re more than friends but less than lovers. he never placed a label on your relationship, and you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant to him, if it held a big part of his life as it did in yours.

“that was hot,” he mumbled against your lips, words slurring with intoxication, “god, i love you.”

if the circumstances were different, you would’ve said it back. you would say it again, and again, and again, and you would never get tired of saying it to him, but instead of answering, you brought his lips back to yours. hands roaming across each other’s bodies. you hoped that the intensity of the kiss would make him forget that he ever said that.

two.

it’s been at least a few weeks since that fateful night. jj never got tired of bragging how badass his girl was, bringing up how you broke the guy’s nose.

the two of you were currently snuggled in bed, silence surrounding the both of you with the excerpt of the soft music playing from the radio. your back was against jj’s chest as he continued to trace shapes on your bare skin.

he didn’t know if you’re awake, but he continued to appreciate your existence. the moonlight was shining over the both of you, he moved your stray hair aside and peppered soft kisses on your shoulder. he whispered a soft, ‘i love you’, before letting the music lull him to sleep.

unbeknownst to him, you were wide awake. staring at the blank wall as you felt your chest rise and fall in sync with his. a heavy feeling landed straight to you, swallowing harshly before trying to get sleep to overcome you.

three.

you and jj were at the dock beside the chateau, legs dangling over the water as you watched the sun set into hues of oranges and red.

your head was rested on his shoulder, hands intertwined. he tilted his head to look at you, there was a small smile adorning his lips.

you could feel his stare practically burning a hole on the side of your head, you grinned teasingly, “you know, rumor is, it’s rude to stare,”

“not when i’m looking at the most gorgeous girl in the outer banks,” he kissed your forehead, “you know i love you, right?”

you hummed uncomfortably, removing your hand from his.

“c’mon, y/n. i’m not drunk, you’re not asleep, so what’s the matter?”

you tensed up beside him, and this time he watched you carefully. you took a deep breath, choosing to stare at the dimming sky instead of the man beside you, “you don’t mean that,”

he scoffed unbelievingly, “i do, i do.”

you remove yourself from his side, shaking your head as you let out a quivery breath, “no you don’t. you’re in love with the idea of us, with who you become when you’re around me, you’re in love with the moments we have… not me,”

“no, because that’s exactly the reason why i love you, y/n!” he stood up, running a hand through his hair, “i love who i become when you’re around, i love how you balance me out, i love how well you know me,”

“jj, can’t you see? you love how i’m such an asset to you, you think that i could change you when it’s supposed to be you!” you interjected, “i’m not even your girlfriend, jj. you never asked me to be, and even if i was, you’d have no reason to love me!”

“see now that’s just unfair!” he threw his arms up.

“what’s unfair? that i want to know what’s going on between us?” you scoffed, folding your arms, “jj, you can’t tell me you love me if we haven’t established whatever’s going on.”

he sighed irritably, tugging at the strands of his hair, “why are you so stubborn? when will you accept that my heart beats only for you?”

“jj, you don’t even know what my favorite color is!” you exclaimed, rubbing your arms together as a harsh wind blew.

he froze, his mind whirring, trying to figure out what it is, “i-”

“exactly my point,” you sighed, turning around to walk back into the chateau.

“i don’t know what your favorite color is but i know how you like your coffee, i know that you get grumpy in the morning because you have a hard time falling asleep at night, i know that you braid your hair when you’re nervous, i know that you hang your mother’s ring in a chain because it’s too big for you, i know that you hate sitting next to john b during lunch because he chews too loud but you don’t want to say anything because you’re scared of hurting his feelings, i know that you hate how your voice sounds on tape but i love how you sound, i know that you often compare yourself to sarah, or kie, or some girl, but you’re perfect just the way you are! and i know that saying it back is at the tip of your tongue but you’re scared,” jj spoke up, his chest heaving up and down from saying it in one breath. he watched you stop on your tracks, with one more sigh, he whispered softly, “what are you so afraid of?”

he walked past you and left, leaving you alone at the dock with your thoughts.

what were you so afraid of?

one. part two.

it’s been weeks since your last confrontation with jj.

you’ve been avoiding him, and the pogues like a plague. you spent the last few days moping around your room or spending early mornings out for a walk as your mind whirred with your never-ending thoughts and possibilities.

a knock from your door caught your attention. you sighed, turning your gaze away from your television. the background of friends still went unbothered, “come in,”

your little sister went inside with a sad look on her face. you frowned, opening your arms to invite her in, “what’s wrong, bubba?”

she sighed, nuzzling her nose at the crook of your neck, “i think boys suck,”

“what happened?” you asked, rubbing her back soothingly.

“marcus said he liked me but i saw him holding chrissie’s hand at the park,” she said, playing with the elephant stuffie jj has given you, “i wish i could find someone like your boyfriend, y/n.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, “boyfriend? you mean jj?”

“yeah,” she looked up at you, “it’s like you’re his princess, he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. kind of like those disney movies.”

you hummed, “well, jj and i aren’t talking right now,”

“what, why?”

“things are a bit complicated right now. he said he loves me,” you smiled softly at your sister, who’s listening to every word you’re saying.

“really?” she perked up, “did you say it back?”

you looked up at your popcorn ceiling, “no,”

“y/n, why not?”

“i don’t know, really, i just-” you sighed, were you really going to talk about your love life to your 7-year-old sister? “i feel like i’ve loved him my whole life and when he finally said it, everything sounded so unreal, you know?”

“i don’t,” she blinked, she placed the stuffie on your lap, “but do you love him?”

“maybe? i don’t know,” you sighed, stressfully running a hand through your hair.

“i don’t think love is a maybe, y/n, it’s either a yes or a no. you love him or you don’t love him,” she shrugged.

you looked at her in disbelief, “and when did you get so smart, missy?”

she jutted her bottom lip out, “heartbreak changes you,”

you chuckled, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. you raised the volume of the television, letting her lounge in with you as you thought of what she and jj said.

what are you so afraid of?

you love him or you don’t love him.

the thing with jj was, everything happens so unexpectedly. the moment you kissed him for the first time was you signing up for the start of a summer romance. you had some expectations that you hoped would happen. but with him, sometimes it was more than you could ever ask for.

you didn’t mind if he was a bit closed off, or if he was a bit too rowdy. you didn’t mind that he often steals from your plate, thinking that you wouldn’t notice, you didn’t mind that he gets protective over you and his friends that it often meant getting into fights and you patching him up, you didn’t mind him waking you up at 4 in the morning because he got into another fight with his dad, you didn’t mind that he’ll suddenly open up about everything all at once, and you didn’t mind the least that he loved you.

you didn’t mind.

because despite his flaws, you’ll still love him.

you’re in love with jj maybank.

the pogues were all at the back of the chateau, having a light conversation as the campfire in the middle crackled.

“jj!”

their head snaps toward your direction, and jj shot up the log, rushing towards you.

“y/n, what happened? are you okay?” he panicked, hands cupping your face as he tilted it, looking for any injuries.

“i’m sorry, i love you, i love you,” you breathed out, placing your hands on top of his, “i love how you send me songs that remind you of me, i love how you always have the disposable camera with you, i love how passionate you are, i love how you never fail to make me happy, i love how you care so deeply for your friends, i love you everything about you, jj maybank, every bit. i love you,”

“-and i’m sorry for not saying it sooner, i was so scared of what could possibly happen with us at the next stage of whatever this is but i’m not now, so i love you.” you heaved, now just noticing the shocked expressions of him and your friends. now that everything calmed down, you realized that you practically yelled in front of them.

your cheeks heated up as john b, pope, and kiara stood up, muttering something about giving the both of you some space.

“i’m sorry, jj. i-”

he cut you off with a kiss, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer than you already were. lips locking with profound love, before slowing down into soft and sweet pecks.

your eyes slowly fluttered open to see him looking at you with a soft gaze in his eyes. he pulled you closer into a hug, your fingers playing with his hair.

when he pulled back, he had a teasing smile on his face, “you love me,”

you laughed softly, and pecked his lips, “yeah, i do,”

“y/n loves me,” he sang, twirling you around, “my girlfriend loves me!”

“girlfriend?”

“yeah, you’re it for me.”

“well, i can’t possibly say no to that,”

“you’re stuck with me for life,”

“forever and always.”

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[milkiane]

mario kart; rafe cameron

father figure masterlist

summary: rafe and y/n was supposed to spend a night full of fun and games as soon as tommy goes to bed, but a sleepy mutter of that word made rafe realize that he needed to step up his game.

warnings: profanities // gif credits to the amazing @madelyn-cline

word count: 945

“silenzio bruno! silenzio bruno!”

the sounds of the movie playing on your television filled your ears. the three of you were on the couch, your fingers were running through tommy’s hair as his head laid on your lap.

it was far past his bedtime, but he insisted on watching luca before bed, a movie that he claimed was his favorite.

his soft yawn caught your attention, watching as his eyes slowly droop.

“okay, mister, time for bed.” you whispered, pausing the movie.

“but mommy, i didn’t get to watch my favorite part!” tommy whined sleepily as he rubbed his eyes to oust his fatigue.

“we’ll get to your favorite part tomorrow, okay? but right now it’s time for you to sleep,” you promised, rubbing soothing circles on his back as he sat up on your lap.

“c’mon, bud,” rafe smiled, extending his arms towards him to carry him to his bedroom. “say good night to mommy.”

“g’night, mommy.” he yawned once more before burying his face in rafe’s neck.

rafe opened the door to tommy’s bedroom, careful not to step on any of his scattered toys as he walked across the room.

as soon as he got him in bed, rafe turned on the star projector he bought for him for his second birthday, watching as the lights occupied the whole room.

he tucked the sleepy tommy in and planted a kiss on his forehead. “good night, tommy.”

“good night, daddy.” tommy whispered as his eyes fluttered shut, sleep finally taking over.

rafe froze, and he swore his heart stopped beating for a moment. he blinked, his mouth opening and closing in shock.

“what- what was that, tommy?” he whispered, slightly shaking the toddler. “hey bud, can you- can you say that again?”

he stared expectantly at the sleeping toddler, waiting for his response with high hopes.

when all he got in return was soft snores, he sighed, moving tommy’s hair away from his face and planted one last kiss on his forehead.

rafe looked back at him once more, a soft smile on his lips, before heading back out.

“hey, is he asleep?”

rafe looked up to see you preparing the gaming console. you raised mario kart and tekken, silently asking which game he prefers.

he pointed at mario kart and answered, “yeah.”

you and rafe spent the next hour playing mario kart. he could hear you occasionally whispering profanities at the other drivers. usually, he’d join in, the both of you would curse the other drivers together as you munched on some chips, and talk trash like a bunch of teenagers, but tonight, he was especially quiet.

you momentarily glanced at him before turning your attention back to the screen. “you okay, love?”

“tommy called me dad.” he blurted out, though his eyes were still trained on the television.

you froze, and immediately pressed paused on the game. “what?”

rafe had a prominent smile on his face, and it was making his cheeks hurt, but he doesn’t care. he was happy.

“he called me dad.” he laughed, tears of joy slowly blurring his eyes. his heart was nearly leaping off his chest at the warm feeling fluttering in his chest.

“oh, rafe,” you let out a watery smile, leaning across the couch to bring him into a hug. “god, that’s amazing.”

“yeah, i was- i don’t-“ he let out a shaky breath. “i never expected it, y’know?”

you nodded, listening to him as he continued to tell you how he feels.

“i mean, tommy deserves so much. i try my best to be his best friend, and that’s all i ever wanted to be for him,” he puffed out a content sigh. “but fuck, i need to step up my game now.”

rafe paused for a moment. sure, he was over the moon that his girlfriend’s son sees him as his dad, but would he even remember it when he wakes up? what if it was just a minor slip-up?

every what-if question and self-doubt started to cloud his mind, and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

“what if i don’t turn out to be the best for tommy?” he frowned, running a hand through his hair.

you grabbed his fidgeting hand and intertwined it with yours to calm him down. “you don’t have to worry about a thing, okay, rafe?”

“tommy loves you. he adores you.” you reassured him. “he looks up to you, y’know?”

“that’s what got me so worked up,” rafe confessed, leaning back against the couch. “what if i do something horrible, and tommy— he’ll be disappointed in me.”

“he’ll never be disappointed in you, rafe,” you pecked his lips. “because you’re one of the best things that ever happened to him— to us, and so far you haven’t screwed anything up, so you’ll be fine.”

“you promise?” he asked, wanting to hear the words from you, a comforting reassurance to ease his anxiety.

“you want me to make a pinky promise?” you teased him, wiggling your pinky finger at him.

rafe playfully rolled his eyes at you before tackling you on the couch. he buried his face into your neck, completely crushing you with his weight, but you didn’t mind.

you turned the television off and combed your fingers through his hair. your lips graced a soft smile as you felt him pepper light kisses on your neck.

“you know we love you, right?” you whispered, planting a kiss on his head.

“yeah.” he hummed. rafe didn’t think he’s ever been so content with the life he’s living right now, but he sure as hell would never take it for granted. “i love you, too.”

[milkiane]

my boys; rafe cameron

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summary: ever since rafe said he wanted in, he’s trying his best to be the best partner to y/n and the best friend to tommy.

warnings: single mom!reader, implications of teenage pregnancy, mentions of food, probably inaccurate baby milestones lol. gif credits to @toesure

word count: 1020

it’s been at least a few weeks after rafe agreed to be a part of your, and tommy’s, life.

it shocked him just as much as you did.

he laid in bed that night, wondering why he agreed so easily to partake in a kid’s life. maybe it was the fact that he liked you so much that he’s willing to be there for you and your kid, or maybe it was because he didn’t want tommy to grow up without a father and the paternal love he never received.

maybe it was both.

but rafe slept peacefully that night knowing that he didn’t regret making that decision.

he was nervous.

he’s never been that nervous.

he doesn’t even know why he’s nervous.

but he’s standing on your front porch, gripping a huge white paper bag on his hand as the other shakily pressed your doorbell.

his nerves settled a bit as he saw the smile on your face, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was keeping.

“hey,” you greeted, standing on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. “come in, i just need to put on tommy’s shoes, and we’re ready to go.”

“hey, wait,” rafe spoke as he handed you the bag.

you shot him a confused look but opened it nonetheless. “rafe!”

“look, i panicked, okay! i didn’t know what to get him.” his voice was higher than usual, running a hand through his hair as you gaped at the contents inside.

rafe went to the mainland the day before and went through every baby shop there was. he was only supposed to buy a cute little toy for tommy, and he did. it was a plush green dinosaur.

but he ended up buying tons of toys, too. he also ended up stress-buying diapers, baby clothes, baby food, and a beach set for their outing today.

you let out a choked laugh at rafe’s uneasiness, you knew how much it pressured him, but it gave you another reason to adore him. “you didn’t have to, rafe.”

“i know, but i wanted to.” he sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist as you pulled him in for a hug.

he saw tommy standing at the edge of his playpen, gripping on the railings for some balance.

“-plus, i also wanted to impress the li’l guy.”

“you dork, he’s one. but i think he’ll really like the dinosaur though.”

rafe watched in amazement as you positioned tommy’s car seat in his truck. you did too many complicated steps for him to catch up.

he’ll learn how to put the car seat on next time.

you watched from the side as rafe kept glancing at tommy through the rearview mirror every other second.

you smiled softly and placed a hand on his thigh. “hey, he’s fine. the seat is secured, you don’t have to worry, okay?”

he momentarily glanced at you and nodded, “yeah, yeah- okay.”

as rafe drove towards the beach, the both of you had smiles on your faces as you listened to your nearly two-year-old kid babble some nonsense.

he was a few months until he turned two and yet his words are still strung together. he was able to manage to speak a few basic sentences, but for now, that’s all he could do.

when rafe parked his truck, you reached out for his hand as you hesitantly looked around the crowded beach. “are you sure about this, rafe? people would be talking, you know?”

he paused for a moment, glancing at you, tommy, and the people around the beach. he shrugged, “so let them talk.”

as the two of you walked towards the beach, tommy propped on your hip, rafe intertwined his hands with yours and offered you a reassuring squeeze.

you watched rafe settle a beach blanket at one of the spots near the waves, slightly bouncing a curious tommy as he looked around the beach.

you made yourselves comfortable on the blanket as rafe grabbed the food you prepared in the baby bag.

people stared and people whispered.

but you swallowed the unnerving feeling and focused on rafe and tommy.

he was still a little hesitant to hold him, afraid that he might actually hurt the little guy, but as weeks passed by, he got used to spending time with tommy.

and tommy was getting used to spending time with rafe.

it was a sight to see, really.

rafe wrapped his arms around your shoulders as he stole a bite from your sandwich.

“hey!” you exclaimed, leaning forward to steal a bite from his. ���now we’re even.”

rafe chuckled at your muffled words, planting a kiss on your forehead.

tommy was playing with the beach set rafe bought for him. he accidentally knocked over the sand bucket and shovel when rafe decided that they should make a sand castle.

you had to prevent tommy from putting his hands in his mouth a lot of times as they started on the castle.

well, as rafe started the castle, he was also the one who finished it.

you and tommy were his supporters, cheering him on as rafe completed the sandcastle.

rafe backed away with a satisfied smile to admire his finished work when tommy slowly stood up from your lap, waddling towards the sandcastle.

his smile dropped as tommy crushed it with his hands, a cheery laugh escaping his lips. you slapped your hand over your mouth as you tried to keep your laughter in.

rafe stared at tommy, mouth agape, as the toddler continued to smash the flattened sandcastle.

a devious grin made its way on his lips as he grabbed tommy and carefully laid him on the map and tickled his sides, eliciting more euphoric laughter from the toddler.

your smile grew at the sight of the two boys who had a special place in your heart.

rafe stopped his playful attack on the kid and situated him on his lap. he looked back at you and smiled, “you okay there, sweetheart?”

you returned the sweet smile and planted a kiss on his and tommy’s cheek. “never better.”

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[milkiane]

zoom classes; rafe cameron

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summary: rafe and tommy are doing their very best to distract mommy from her online school.

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of online classes (shudder) // gif credits to @/jedidiahtiens

word count: 838

“is this where you’ve been taking classes?” rafe gestured to your open laptop as he prepared two mugs of coffee.

“unfortunately,” you yawned, fixing your appearance before entering the meeting.

“no wonder why i never see you around campus anymore,” he mused, handing you your cup of coffee. “you’ve been taking online classes.”

“yeah, it’s been a pain for a while, especially with tommy.” you sighed, “but luckily the professors understand, though i think they just really love him.”

“everyone loves tommy,” he chuckled, starting to cook up something for breakfast.

rafe sat across from you on the dining table as you wrote down your notes for your reviewer. he was listening in on your lessons, as he scrolled through his phone, occasionally stealing a bite from your food.

it was nearing ten a.m. when tommy’s cries echoed from across the room. your boyfriend stood up from his seat almost immediately and jogged towards the baby room.

the cries slowly hushed down into distant whispers, and you were finally able to make out what your professor had been discussing.

you were taking a quick hidden bite on your food when rafe entered back into the room, this time with a cranky tommy in his arms.

“good morning, mommy,” rafe spoke, mimicking a baby voice as he raised tommy’s hand for a small wave.

tommy fussed in annoyance, pulling his hand away from rafe’s and buried his face into his chest. “…or not.”

“he’s still sleepy,” you pointed out as you continued to write down important notes. “sway him a bit and he’ll go back to sleep.”

rafe did as he was told, swaying a bit as he hummed, mindlessly looking around as he attempted to lull tommy back to sleep.

“mommy,” he whined, making grabby hands as he reached for you.

“we can’t disturb mommy, tom. she’s studying,” rafe explained, bouncing him a bit. “look, see.”

“it’s alright, give him to me.” you looked up from your notes.

“it’s fine, i can handle this.” he reassured you, sending you a soft smile before disappearing into the nursery.

you didn’t know how long they stayed in the room, but all you knew is that you’re not taking in any of the new lessons, and that your hands were starting to cramp.

speaking of the little devils, your boys sauntered out of the room, a tiny giggle emitting from tommy.

when they sat down across from you, rafe pursed his lips at the sight of your frown and the knit of your eyebrows, whilst tommy had his little hands covering his mouth to prevent any more giggles from coming out.

he mischievously grinned at the little boy, propping him up on his feet so that he’s standing on rafe’s lap. he looked at him once more before turning back at you, making the goofiest face he could manage.

tommy let out a loud laugh, which made you snap your heads towards them. rafe immediately stopped and turned to tommy, shushing him in as if he didn’t do anything.

you slowly turned your attention away from them, and rafe grinned once more, looking over at you and sticking his tongue out with his eyes crossed.

tommy covered his mouth with his hands, his giggles muffled. he wanted a turn, so he, too, also looked over at you and poked his tongue out.

both of them erupted in hush laughter.

when you looked at them once more, eyebrows raised at their mischief, they pretended not to know, looking away as soon as you looked at them.

you knew what they were doing, and you didn’t mind. you were trying to hide your smile as you joined in on their fun.

this went on and on. they continued on making silly faces at you from behind the camera to distract you from class, their silent giggles making your day a bit better.

with your attention back on the screen, rafe blew his cheeks up with his eyes wide. tommy giggled, pressing your boyfriend’s cheeks together, resulting in making an obnoxious fart noise.

tommy’s laughs grew even louder, and rafe had to hug the toddler’s head to his chest to muffle his laughter.

when it slowly died down, they looked over at you to see you making your own silly face at them, your hand over the camera of your laptop.

and rafe snorted, flaring his nose up as he crossed his eyes. tommy’s laughs were contagious, because soon the both of you interrupted into a fit.

though you immediately froze in your seat when you heard the professor call out your name for an oral recitation.

your eyes grew wide as you uncovered your camera. rafe was trying to stifle his laughter as you fumbled to turn your mic on.

“yes, professor?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

as rafe watched quietly, tommy had other plans. he leaned forward across the table with his baby arms and blew raspberries, laughing out loud as you stared at him in horror.

“thomas!”

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[milkiane]

mama’s night out; rafe cameron

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summary: rafe goes out with you in hopes of sweeping you off your feet, only to end up doing just that, and getting more than he bargained for.

warnings: single mom!reader, implications of teenage pregnancy, mentions of food, probably inaccurate baby milestones lol. gif credits to @poguemackin

word count: 1416

“-and he needs to be at bed by seven… oh! and you need to read him some-“

“y/n!” kiara, who, along with the pogues, offered to take care of your baby boy, cut you off. “don’t worry about it, okay? i’ve got everything under control. just enjoy your night and have some fun — it’s been at least a while since you’ve had some.”

“even if it means spending a night with rafe cameron.” pope chimed in, looking up from the picture frames displayed on the mantelpiece.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “i know, i know. i’m sorry, it’s just- i haven’t been on a date since the last guy, and you know what happened, it was horrible, and that also means i’ve never spent an hour away from tommy ever since so...”

“it’s okay, he’s in the right hands,” she smiled as she turned her attention to the one year old propped on her hip. “isn’t that right, tommy? you like spending some time with auntie kie, don’t you?”

“hey, we’re here, too.” john b frowned, hooking his arm around jj’s shoulders.

tommy babbled, a huge smile on his face as kiara tickled his tummy.

kie shot you a pointed look as if to prove her point, and you hesitantly gave in. “okay…”

she cheered, laughing as tommy joined in, even though he didn't understand why they were happy.

the sound of your doorbell caught your attention, kie gave you a reassuring smile as you took in a deep breath.

“be good for auntie kie, okay, baby?” you smiled softly, kissing his temple. he bobbed his head up and down and waved.

“and jj, no weed.” you shot him a stern glare.

he raised his hands in defense as the pogues laughed. “aye aye, mama bear.”

you gave them one last look before going out the door. rafe was leaning against his car, fiddling with his rings as he waited for you to come out.

“hey,” you greeted, your smile growing as he looked up at you, a soft expression on his face.

“hey, you ready?” he asked, opening the car door for you.

“as i’ll ever be.”

“i’m really glad that you agreed to go on a date with me.” rafe smiled, tilting his head down to avoid you from seeing his bright cheeks.

you hummed, and he confusedly looked back at you. you have been checking on your phone every other minute ever since you’ve arrived at the bistro.

“okay, look,” he interrupted, finally catching your attention. “if you’re not enjoying this date, you could at least tell me instead of acting like you’re waiting for this to be over.”

your face fell as he dismally played with his food. you tucked your phone back into your pocket, if kie and the boys needed anything, they’d call.

“hey, no- i am, okay?” you reassured him, “it’s just been a while since i’ve been on a date, and i’m just… not sure how to act anymore.”

rafe nodded understandingly, immediately changing the topic. “where’ve you been, by the way? i think last week’s the first time i saw you again.”

you glanced at the woman with a stroller who passed by as you answered him. “oh, you know, just around.”

rafe cleared his throat as the awkwardness continued to consume the both of you. he poked his food around with his fork until an idea popped into his head.

“ever heard of twenty-one questions ‘til we fall in love with each other?” he asked, a hint of a sly grin on his lips.

“you’re ridiculous,” you laughed. “i’m in.”

you spent the rest of the night exchanging silly questions that lead to bursting out of laughter. a few different waiters have already approached you and threatened to kick you out for being too boisterous.

“you did not!” you snorted, which made rafe laugh even louder.

“i did! topper’s mom thought he was doing the deed while talking to her, his phone was on speaker, and kelce and i were laughing our asses off as his mom lectured him,” rafe replied, wiping the stray tear off his eye.

“sir, i’m going to politely ask you both to leave.” the manager spoke, successfully making your laughters die down. “the customers have been complaining about the two of you all night.”

rafe drove you home moments later, continuing your conversation without anyone having the need to interrupt the both of you. he rolled the windows down and set the volume louder as his, and coincidentally, your favorite song played on the radio.

dining at one of the best restaurants, getting kicked out of the said restaurants, having conversations worth cherishing, and screaming along with the lyrics of your favorite song, you could gladly say that this easily became a night to remember.

the smile on your face was practically impossible to wipe off as you risked a glance towards rafe. you couldn’t remember the last time you had fun, but you were glad that you went on this date because you’re having an amazing night with the most unexpected person.

“by the way, we finished twenty-one questions,” he prompted, a sly grin growing on his lips as he walked you towards your front porch. “did you manage to fall in love with me?”

you let out a thoughtful hum as you tapped your chin in mock contemplation. “i don’t know, did you?”

“kinda hard not to.” he shrugged, tucking his hands in his pockets.

you gasped dramatically and playfully hit him on his chest. “rafe cameron! it’s only our first date.”

“only? you still want to go on another date with me?” rafe asked, his brows raised up in surprise.

“i mean, yeah. i really enjoyed tonight.” you smiled, balancing yourself on the heels of your shoes.

“well, you better prepare yourself for the next one then, missy.” he grinned, planting a kiss on your temple. “good night, y/n.”

“yeah, good night.” you faltered for a bit, walking towards your porch as he walked back to his car.

you lingered for a moment before turning around. “actually, rafe… before we end this night, i need to ask you something important.”

he shrugged and jutted his bottom lip out. “shoot.”

“how… how do you feel about kids?” you hesitated, swallowing the lump on your throat.

rafe felt his face turn pale, clearly taken aback at your sudden question. though he immediately composed himself and cleared his throat. “what- what age are we talking about?”

“a year old.” you fiddled with the necklace around your necklace, tommy’s initial as the pendant.

“uhh, they’re cute, i guess,” he shrugged. “they’re fine, why?”

you puffed out a breath, preparing yourself for yet another sudden uninterested guy. “because i’m a-”

but before you could even finish your sentence, the front door opened and the soft pitter-patter of footsteps hit the ground. “mama!”

“mom.” you finished, crouching down to catch your little toddler as he waddled his way towards you. kiara was leaning against the door frame, shooting a scrutinizing glare at rafe as the three boys stared from the window.

“hi, baby,” you whispered, smiling as tommy planted wet kisses on your cheeks.

you stood up, this time with tommy on your hip. “yeah…”

you looked at his pale face and wide eyes, you sent him a tight-lipped smile as tommy bashfully hid his face in the crook of your neck as he noticed rafe’s presence, whispering a few gurgles.

but of course, being a toddler, his whisper was a babble that was loud enough for rafe to hear.

you smiled softly at your child before turning your attention back to rafe. “look, i totally understand if you don’t want to go on another date, i understand- i do.”

as much as it hurt you to say that, you had to. you couldn’t force a man to be part of a kid’s life. rafe, who apparently still wasn’t out of his shock, just blinked at you.

“right…” you awkwardly smiled. “i had a great night, rafe, i really did- first in a while, actually, so thank you.”

rafe’s eyes followed you as you turned around to walk away. the one year old shot him a small wave that was paired with a cute smile. he snapped out of his trance.

“wait!” he called out, jogging towards the both of you.

“i- uh- y/n, i really, really like you, and i just- i can make it work.”

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[milkiane]

coffee; rafe cameron

summary: a small coffee incident ended with a night of lovesick smiles and a date with rafe cameron.

warnings: profanities, mentions of food & beverages, gif credits to @whumpypepsigal

word count: 848

a/n: entry for @sweeterthansammy’s 1k celebration // c/n buying y/n their items after bumping into them.

as much as you loved the small island you called home, it was nice to get out of there for a while — just to take a break from the whole rivalry fiasco and the weight of being the perfect fit in the granted stereotype.

you were currently resided at chapel hill, taking your time as you walked around the place, window shopping at studios you could never afford at.

you were sporting a cup of coffee in hand, the only thing you’ve bought since you’ve arrived.

you caught the sight of an old-fashion themed bookstore and a wide grin graced your lips. just as you slightly hurried your steps towards the shop, someone who was also hurrying in your direction bumped into you, your coffee spilling all over your shirt.

you regret buying hot coffee.

you let out a choked yell as you repeatedly tugged on your shirt to alleviate the burning. “fuck, fuck- ow,”

your face was scrunched up in pain and discomfort as you looked up to see who bumped into you. and lo and behold, there stood rafe cameron, who was seemingly frozen in spot.

when he locked eyes with you, that’s when he finally snapped out of his trance. “shit, i’m so sorry,”

rafe densely tried to pat the stain away with his hands, simultaneously and awkwardly, patting your chest. he mumbled, “why the hell are you drinking hot coffee in this heat?”

“shut up, and take your hands off me, cameron.” you grumbled, wiping the burning liquid with your handkerchief.

he did as you told and helplessly watched as you winced in pain. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine,” you waved him off and started to walk away. wanting nothing more than to just go home and cool off.

“hey,” you heard him call out. “wait!”

you sighed and turned on your heels to look at him. he was pushing his way through the crowd and jogging towards you.

“what?” you asked exasperatedly. “look, rafe, i’m burning and embarrassed, and i just want to go home.”

“i feel really bad,” rafe admitted, which honestly shocked the both of you. you were merely friends. despite spilling your scalding hot coffee all over you, he didn’t owe you anything.

he blew out a breath and looked around, his eyes landing on a clothing emporium.

you followed his eyesight and immediately shook your head. “nope, nope.”

“yes.” he prompted, already walking towards the shop. when he realized that you weren’t following, he sighed in exasperation and shot you a pointed look. “do you really want to travel back with a sticky shirt? it’s the least i could do, just come on.”

you begrudgingly agreed, ignoring his grin of victory as he guided you in.

“rafe, everything’s so expensive in here!” you whisper-shouted as you looked through the price tag. “it’s just a thrifted shirt, it’s nothing compared to these.”

“don’t worry,” he rolled his eyes as he went through the clothes. “i’ll make you my temporary sugar baby.”

“fuckin’ hell,” you whispered, silently following him around like a lost puppy.

“hi there, can you mix something up for this lovely lady right here?” rafe asked politely as he took a hold on your shoulders, ignoring your protests as the lady sent you a scrutinizing look over.

she let out an offended scoff, as if your appearance insulted her, before grabbing her essential needs, and more.

you and rafe exchanged confused shrugs before the woman pulled you in a dressing room.

you glared at rafe and mouthed a menacing ’i hate you’ in which was returned with an amused smirk as you disappeared around the corner.

rafe was bored out of his mind as an hour clocked in, he was nursing a cup of coffee to replace the one he spilled on you. he didn’t know what you wanted so he bought the cafe’s best seller.

he was mindlessly scrolling through his phone when the lady appeared with a satisfied smile. “she’s ready.”

rafe grinned, opening the camera and pointed it towards the door, wanting to film your grumpy frown when you came out to face him.

what he didn’t expect though was that he’d be so awestruck at the sight of you all dolled up. you look mind-boggling in the light summer dress that you adorned, a nice contrast to your usual outfit. you had a pair of wedges on instead of your worn out converses. “holy shit,”

“so,” you started, swishing the cup of coffee around as you thought about his question. “do you usually burn a girl with their coffee, make her your sugar baby, and ask her out on a date?”

rafe chuckled, “nah, you’re the first one.”

“oh, so you’re expecting more?” you mocked offense as you placed your hand on your chest.

he hummed in contemplation before looking back at you with a charming smile. “if you go out with me, i won’t.”

“well,” you dragged out, pausing a bit for effect. “you’ve got yourself a date, cameron.”

“…just try not to spill any more coffee on me.”

“i’ll try my best.”

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[milkiane]

elmo & friends; rafe cameron

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summary: whilst y/n was out for work, rafe and tommy spends an afternoon in together.

warnings: mentions of food, gif credits to @drewsephstarke

word count: 571

rafe was a bit hesitant to take care of tommy alone.

it would be his first time looking after a toddler, and he wasn’t even sure if he could handle it in the first place.

but rafe promised you that he will take good care of tommy whilst you’re out for work.

he wasn’t quite sure what they should do for the few hours that you’re gone.

rafe stared at tommy for a good few minutes, just blinking at each other as he thought of something, anything, to do.

he pursed his lips, as he grabbed tommy from his high chair, lowering him on his playmat by the living room.

rafe flopped down beside the toddler, grabbing the remote control of your smart tv. he contemplated for a moment if he could watch a good action movie that was released on netflix yesterday.

was tommy even allowed to watch something intense?

he swiped through the choices on the home page, pausing for a moment when tommy suddenly let out an excited squeal. “melmo!”

he looked back at the screen to see elmo & friends displayed on the highlights.

rafe grinned at him. “oh, you love elmo, huh?”

“love melmo!” he nodded, eagerly waving the dinosaur plush in his hands.

“elmo it is, then,” rafe shrugged as he pressed play on the kid’s show.

you’ve lost count of the hours you spent at the bistro. all you knew was that you were incredibly worn out, and you just couldn’t wait to see your boys.

you let out a pleased sigh as you parked your car in front of your house, sluggishly making your way towards your home as you yawned.

“hey, i’m home.” you called out as you entered the house.

“hey,”

you snapped your attention towards the living room, your eyebrows raising at the sight of your boyfriend and your kid invested in watching elmo on the flatscreen tv.

rafe has his head perked on his arm, his body leaning on his side with tommy against him, their eyes trained on elmo.

they didn’t even bother to look at you.

you slowly made your way towards them, blocking their view from the television. “enjoying ourselves, are we?”

“yeah, yeah.” rafe mindlessly muttered his answer, tilting his head to the side to watch elmo and abby go out on a picnic.

tommy whined at the loss of elmo in front of him, and you sighed, moving away to leave them with the cartoon.

after a very much needed hot shower and a quick change of clothes, you walked back to the living room, this time with a bowl of popcorn and tommy’s baby bottle.

you silently sat down rafe, who now resided on the couch with tommy on his lap, and laid your head down on his shoulder as you offered him some popcorn.

it was quiet.

the domestic kind that made you want to stay there forever, wanting nothing more than to cherish the soft hours with the two people you love.

rafe finally turned his attention towards you when tommy crawled into your embrace, missing the warmth of his mother.

“how was work?” rafe whispered, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“tiring,” you murmured, shaking the baby bottle before feeding it to tommy. “did you really spend the whole afternoon watching elmo?”

“i just know that they put something in that show, i don’t know how i got so hooked.”

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[milkiane]

enough for you

» stupid, emotional, obsessive little me.

SOUR COLLECTION

pairings: pope heyward x reader, eventual rafe cameron x reader

summary: pope regrets making you feel as though you weren’t enough, because now, his mistake drove you into the arms of somebody else.

warnings: profanities, mention of food.

word count: 2532 — THIS FIC IS ONE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAVES SO I REALLY HOPE THAT YOU LOVE THIS JUST AS MUCH AS I DO <3

“one iced macchiato with two pumps of vanilla and a box of glazed doughnut, here you go.”

you grabbed the bagged order from the window, and smiled, “thank you!”

you drove away from the cafe drive-thru, singing along with one of pope’s favorite songs playing from the speakers. you’ve known how he took his coffee and his favorite songs by heart.

you parked your car in front of their house, checking your makeup once more through the rearview mirror before heading out. you knocked on their door, waiting for someone to let you in.

“good morning, mr. heyward!” you chirped, walking in as he opened the door wider.

“good morning to you, too, y/n,” he smiled softly, “pope will be here soon, just had him deliver some groceries.”

you nodded politely, making your way towards his room to wait for him. you took in the familiar surroundings of his bedroom, pausing at the photos posted on the walls. a soft smile adorning your lips as you looked through each of them.

there were photos of the both of you in the middle of the wall collage, your favorite one slowly fading from age. you sighed, letting your fingers graze on his books until you stopped at a certain self-help book. you’ve nearly read every one of them, in hopes of making him think that you were smart.

the subtle art of not giving a f*ck.

you hummed in interest, flipping over a random page as you sat down on his bed.

‘the desire for a more positive experience is for itself a negative experience. and, paradoxically, the acceptance of one’s negative experience is itself a positive experience.’

you let yourself read it over and over again, letting the words sink in but to no avail. slowly, your mind wandered back to midsummers.

you and the rest of the pogues were invited by kie. well, not exactly. pope was there to help his father with the food, jj was there to do some ‘serving’, and you and john b were just… hanging.

you were having a chat with pope as you waited for the event to start, intently listening to him as he animatedly rambled about the merits scholarship, and how he was excited and nervous at the same time. he was in the middle of talking about the advanced subjects he had to review until he stopped completely, his gaze stuck on something, or rather someone, behind you.

you gave him a confused look, looking back to see what it was all about. your heart dropped when you saw kie making her way towards the both of you. she had a silver silk dress on which accentuated her curves and light makeup that highlighted her beauty.

you excused yourself, which fell onto deaf ears, as they started a conversation. you maneuvered away from the people, trying to get to the bathroom without bumping into anyone.

though it became unsuccessful as you nearly collided into rafe as you made a sharp turn to the corridor.

“watch it,” he grumbled, grabbing a hold of your shoulders to carefully move you aside.

“sorry,” you apologized, continuing your trek towards the bathroom, his lingering stare going unnoticed.

you snapped back out of your trance when pope’s door opened, greeting you with a charming smile as soon as he locked eyes with you.

“hey,” you grinned, standing up to give him a hug, making it last longer than usual.

“hey, you okay?“ he asked, giving you a slight squeeze before pulling away. “are you wearing makeup?”

“yeah,” you looked down at your worn-down shoes, “d’you like it?”

“i mean, yeah. i’m just not sure if i’m a compliment type though,” he shrugged, sitting down on his bed to remove his shoes.

“oh,” you mumbled. you only ever wore makeup since you’ve seen him look at kiara like that. thinking that maybe if you applied some, he’d like you more and forget about that moment he had with her.

you swallowed the lump on your throat, wiping away the lip gloss with the back of your hand. you grabbed the melting drink and doughnut from his bedside table. “here, i bought you some food. coffee just the way you like it, and some glazed doughnut.”

his eyes lit up, and your heart skipped a beat. he planted a kiss on your forehead and grabbed the bag from you. “thanks, y/n.”

“no prob.” you sent him a tight lip smile before standing up. “well, uh, i’ve gotta go.”

“you’re not staying?” he asked, a confused look etched on his face.

“uh, no,” you shook your head, having lost the mood to stay, so you made up a lie, “mom needs me home soon.”

“okay,” he nodded, “bye, thanks for the food again.”

you forced a smile and went out back to your car. the entry from the book swirling in your mind.

shit happens, and suffering is inevitable. you have to stop trying too hard for positive things to happen.

with so much happening for the past few days, from the gold to john b’s sudden accusation at ward for his father’s death, you haven’t had the time to spend any time with your boyfriend.

you were at the cameron’s dock, the hms pogue parked beside their yacht, trying to find out if your friend didn’t do anything irrational and that he’s okay.

“hey, i see ward,” pope whispered, looking through the binoculars, catching your attention.

kie stood up, grabbing it from him, “let me see.”

“doesn’t look dead to me,” pope shrugged nonchalantly. “let’s go home.”

you snapped your head towards him. “what?”

the three of you turned to him in confusion, staring at him for an explanation. he looked at all of you with a bored expression, “uh, okay. obviously mr. cameron is fine, and even if john b was here, he isn’t now, okay? plus, i have the biggest, most important moment of my life in six hours.”

you stood up, your face contorted in disbelief, “yeah, well, our friend is in trouble.”

“i’m in trouble,” he retaliated, pointing at himself. he looked at kie and jj for backup, they avoided his gaze, “guys, i haven’t been home in three days. my dad’s probably put all my shit on the street now.”

“okay, so that’s it?” you questioned, your eyebrows still knitted. “in a time of need, you’re just gonna bail? you’re just gonna walk away?”

“okay, yo, guys,” jj interrupted, fiddling with his red cap, “can we not do this right now?”

“hey, i have a scholarship interview in the morning, i can’t-”

“okay, well, what about john b?”

“why is it always about john b?” he exclaimed. jj sighed from behind you and you looked at your boyfriend in incredulity, “it’s not always about john b, you’re so stupid. it could be any of you in this situation.”

“oh, bullshit!” he scoffed.

“guys-”

the argument went on, and on, and you weren’t even sure if it’s about john b anymore. every pent-up emotion suddenly burst free from its bottle. from your insecurities about him and kie, to his stress and confusion about his feelings.

kiara stood there, shocked by your revelation, and she felt bad. she liked pope, she did, but she would never go for him knowing that you’re both dating. she and jj didn’t know whether or not they should intervene.

“you’re just never satisfied!” pope fumed, he didn’t even have a chance to think about what he said, but the action was done. all of you froze, your breath hitching in your throat as your tears welled up.

“i’m never satisfied?” you whispered, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe. “pope, all i ever wanted was to be enough for you.”

“y/n-” kiara tried to step in.

you snapped your attention towards her, “no, kie! i’m sorry but you have no room to talk right now.

“maybe i’m not just as interesting as the girl who’s caught your attention now,” you looked back at pope, trying to keep your voice steady to no avail because the next words you’ve said made your voice crack, “but god, you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more?”

“i- i don’t want to talk about this right now,” he sighed, turning his back around to avoid your pained expression.

“no, no!” you sniffed, grabbing his arm to let him face you. “let’s talk about this now, pope. what do you want? do you still want this? do you still want me?”

pope didn’t know what he wanted. he spared a glance between you and kie, but he couldn’t choose. he didn’t have the time to think about what he feels for you or kie because he didn’t want to accept that he fell out of love with you, he didn’t want to admit that he fell out of love with you especially after you’ve been nothing but good to him. he didn’t want to hurt you.

but that’s exactly what he’s doing now.

you nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in your throat before walking towards the dock and away from them.

jj stood up from the side. “y/n, where are you going?”

they tried calling you over, but you ignored them. wanting to be away from them as far as possible.

you walked wherever your legs took you, trying to let whatever happened to sink in. your tears were freely falling by now, and you kicked every rock that you saw.

it was until the sounds of the waves crashing onto the shore caught your attention. you sighed, moving towards the beach and sitting down on the sand.

rafe didn’t want anything more than to get out of the lecture his father was giving him and away from the house. that’s why as soon as ward asked him to leave, he bolted out of the chair and outside, walking towards the only place that gave him comfort.

although when he arrived, he never expected to see you there with tear-stained cheeks.

the sound of a twig snapping caught your attention, you whipped your head towards the source of the sound and wiped away your tears as you caught sight of the kook.

you were just about to stand up and walk away when he suddenly spoke up, voice soft and fragile, “can you stay?”

you blinked, letting yourself nod and sit back on the ground. he sat beside you, enjoying the quiet company.

rafe found himself shrugging his hoodie off as he saw you shiver. he offered it to you, alongside with a small smile. “you okay?”

you halted, looking at the soft jumper. when another cold breeze of air swooped past, you placed it on. you ignored his question and decided to ask him one: “what’re you doing here so late?”

he sighed, leaning back on his arms, “just… dad,”

you hummed, watching as the waves crashed onto the shore. there was something serene about the sounds of the ocean, the moon illuminating the water. it made you forget about what happened with pope.

“i just-“ he ran a hand through his tousled hair, a sign that meant he’s been doing it for a couple of times now. “it’s like everything that i do isn’t enough for him, y’know?”

you huffed amusingly, and for a second, rafe was afraid that you were making fun of him. he was about to retaliate when he saw the tears clouding your eyes.

“yeah, i know.”

he pursed his lips, hesitantly wrapping an arm around you to offer some sort of comfort, awkwardly patting your side.

you let out a watery chuckle, which turned into a sob a second later as you realized that things have just ended between you and pope. you let yourself succumb to his embrace.

it has been at least a month or two since that night. you, embarrassingly enough, let yourself cry about the break up with the kook, expecting him to make fun of you or talk shit about the pogues. but instead, he listened and comforted you until you stopped crying.

in return for letting yourself be vulnerable around him, rafe brought you to one of his favorite diners to cheer you up. he told you all about his insecurities and how he felt about his dad.

and somewhat surprisingly, despite having one of the worst days, it ended up being a fine night. you’ve learned more about him and how there’s something more beneath his facade.

although you’ve never got to get around the pogues since that night, there were times where they checked up on you, but never really hung out like before. opting to minimize every interaction with passing glances and small smiles.

you knew it was petty of you to avoid the others when the only person you’re not ready to see is pope. you couldn’t avoid them forever, you knew that, too, but you had hoped that you’d have the time to compose yourself before confronting him again.

however, the universe wasn’t on your side this time because an hour into lounging on the beach, pope approached you.

“hey, y/n,” he sent you a lip-tight smile, “d’you mind if we talk?”

you returned the gesture, nodding your head slowly as you followed him into a quiet space.

“look,” he sighed, “i just wanted to let you know how sorry i am for hurting you, i never planned on leaving things like that, and i hope that you’d forgive me.”

“i-“ you paused, looking up at the sky to figure out what you wanted to say. you weren’t as heartbroken as you were before, but you were still upset with him. “i don’t know, pope, because honestly, don't you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? don’t you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing?

“and i want to say that i don’t ever want to accept your apology, i want you to feel sorry for yourself, because someday i’ll be everything to somebody else,” you looked back at him, “but i forgive you, because it’s always been pogues for life, no matter what. i just think that i need more time before everything goes back to normal,”

pope, for the first time in two months, genuinely smiled. he understands you completely, and respects your decision. the only thing that matters to him now is that what you had would be left in the past, and another chapter would be awaiting in the foreseeable future.

once you’ve bid your goodbyes, he watched you walk away from him and into the arms of another man. he’s been beating himself up for hurting you and driving you away to the comfort of rafe cameron.

but seeing you so happy with him now made him change his mind. rafe looked from behind you and gave pope a polite nod before intertwining your hands and leaving.

if rafe made you feel like you’re on top of the world and the only love he needs in his life, then pope’s happy that you’ve found someone who made you feel more than enough.

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[milkiane]

bath time; rafe cameron

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summary: rafe proves to be a keeper when he volunteered to give tommy a bath.

warnings: none! i forgot whose gif this is, i’m sorry 😭

word count: 765

“tommy?” you called out as you brought out your son’s clothes.

“yes, mommy?” he waddled in the room, clutching chompy the dinosaur in his arms.

“it’s time for a bath, love,” you smiled, knowing what will happen next.

his face fell as he slowly backed away from the room. “no, i don’t like.”

“tommy.” you stressed, walking forward to carry him to the bathroom. “you have to take a bath or else you’ll be stinky.”

“i want stinky!” he exclaimed, running away from you as he tried to look for rafe to take his side. “rafe! rafe!”

he couldn't pronounce his letter r properly yet, so it came out as ‘wafe’.

“what’s up, little guy?” rafe scooped him up in his arms, giving you a puzzled look.

you let out an exasperated sigh, letting your shoulders droop as you ran your hand across your face. “he doesn’t want to take a bath again.”

“i want stinky!” tommy whined, hugging rafe tighter.

rafe laughed, which made tommy pout. “how about i give you a bath, hm?”

you and tommy looked at him in surprise, which confused him beyond belief. “what? i bet i’ll be a better bath buddy than mommy.”

you huffed a laugh, handing him tommy’s towels and clothes, and sat back down to watch him. “good luck.”

how hard can bathing a child be?

apparently, it was pretty hard.

rafe had a hard time getting tommy in the bath. the toddler made it extremely difficult for him to get him out of his clothes and into the tub.

he had to secretly tell him that he’ll take him out for some ice cream to get him moving, but not after promising that mommy has to join, too.

rafe smiled softly as tommy wanted you to come with them even if he was still upset about giving him a bath.

as soon as he got into the warm water, tommy grabbed the bath toys from the side and demanded for bubbles.

“yes, sir,” rafe muttered, looking for the child-friendly bottle.

as you flipped through one of the magazines on the coffee table, you looked up just in time to see a soaked rafe and a naked tommy.

“tom- tommy, come here!” rafe called out, hopping on one foot to another as his leg got stuck on the shower curtains.

tommy laughed, running around the house to avoid rafe.

you grinned, watching the scene unfold in front of you. rafe chased after tommy, both of them leaving a wet trail on the hardwood floor.

“mommy! mommy, help me!” tommy yelled, the pitter-patter of their footsteps echoing throughout the house.

the two-year-old climbed on the couch and hid behind you, peeking through your shoulders.

“thomas…” rafe says, slowly approaching the buck-naked toddler, his hands raised as if to surrender. “c’mon, buddy. we made a deal, remember?”

tommy gasped at the sudden exposure of their secret, making you raise an eyebrow at the two boys. he jumped off the couch and wiggled his butt at him. “catch me, catch me!”

rafe sighed, letting his arms drop to his side. he shot you a pointed look, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “you’re lucky i love the both of you.”

rafe plopped down next to you as he handed everyone their respective ice cream. he sighed in content as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, watching as tommy licked his ice cream happily.

you planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “i guess i could keep you now.”

rafe snapped his attention towards you as he shot you a look of mock offense, “weren’t you going to keep me in the first place?”

you shrugged playfully. “i don’t know, it was kinda up for debate.”

he gasped dramatically, putting a hand on his chest. “i thought you loved me?”

you gave him a contemplating look as you tapped a finger on your chin. “i guess i do.”

it went unnoticed to the both of you, but tommy has been staring at the both of you fondly, a sweet smile adorning his lips as he observed the two people he loves.

he hopped down from his seat and climbed on your lap. “you love me, too!”

“especially you, you little devil.” rafe grinned, pinching his cheeks playfully.

as tommy went back to devouring his sweet treat, rafe looked at you and mouthed, “i love you.”

“i love you more.” you mouthed back, reaching over to intertwine your hands with his as you listened to tommy rant and rave about how strawberry ice cream was better than vanilla.

[milkiane]

promise; jj maybank

summary: your love for each other is sealed for forever with a promise.

warnings: mentions of food & beverages, gif credits to @vancssakirby

word count: 1476

the idea of finding the one for you and slowly falling in love with them sounds so… romantic.

ever since you’ve seen disney films as a kid, the concept of finding your prince charming has been implanted in your mind for as long as you could remember.

of course as you grew older, that idea has been pushed to the back of your mind because you’re an independent woman. and you don’t need any man.

but now, rounding off your first anniversary with jj, you realized that you did get a chance to experience your little childhood fairytale.

said movies always had picture-perfect couples in their most enviable clothing, so on your first anniversary together, you realized that you did get a chance to experience your little childhood fairytale.

with your head on his shoulder, images came to mind: the damsel (not in distress) and her hero, the heroine and her love, the princess and her prince…

it was funny how he completed the look, too; with his dreamy blue eyes and soft blonde hair, you were a goner.

“hey, princess,” he smiled, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “bad news, my malibu beach babe, i’ll have to take a shift to work today.”

you pouted jokingly out of habit, and he gave you a quick peck as he couldn’t help himself.

“i promise i’ll make it up to you though,” he said with an encouraging laugh.

it was fine for you, you knew how important his job was. plus, it gave you more time to prepare his gift.

jj 🤍

hi

i’ll pick u up at 6 on the dot

wear something fancy — and i mean kook typa fancy

k?

k. love u bye

as soon as six p.m. striked, clad in the fanciest dress you could find in your closet and some wedges you borrowed from sarah, you were ready.

once the doorbell rang, you clutched your purse and jj’s gift in your hand. you composed yourself for a moment before letting your hand turn the knob.

“oh wow,” you whispered, eyes slowly training up and down as you took in the classy appearance your boyfriend sported. he was wearing a tuxedo, which fitted him perfectly, and the same charming smile you fell in love with.

“on a scale of one to ten, how uncomfortable are you in this tux?” you teased, fixing the lapels of his suit.

jj pretended to think, letting out a thoughtful hum. “broke the scale.”

you laughed at his comment, and his smile grew wider at the sound. then he suddenly remembered the flowers he was holding. “oh! these are for you, m’lady.”

you smiled at the sight of your favorite flowers collected in a beautiful bouquet. it was different from the usual wildflowers he would pick up on the side of the street for you, but you love them just as much. “thank you, jj. they’re pretty.”

“like you,” he winked as he tucked his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. “i worked an extra shift today so i could buy them for you.”

he grabbed your hand and started guiding you towards the car he borrowed from kie.

you furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head a bit. “jj- what? why would you-“

“c’mon, y/n/n,” jj dragged, opening the car door for you. “just trust me, ‘kay?”

and you did. you spent the whole car ride talking about each other’s day, singing along the blasting music, and exchanging stolen glances.

only your confusion grew as you neared a fancy restaurant at figure 8. jj didn’t answer any more of your questions as he handed the car keys for valet.

kooks of all kinds started turning their heads to look at the both of you. your confusion matching theirs.

“uhh, reservation for two under maybank?” jj said, sending a tight-lip smile to the clerk at the front desk.

“right over here, sir.” he guided the both of you to an outside booth which overviews the beach, fairy lights streamed from corner to corner, and candles lit up.

jj pulled back the seat for you as the gentleman that he is, the soft smile on his lips never leaving his face.

the food was immediately served as you sat down, you guessed that he ordered beforehand. it was your favorite, too.

“wow, jj. i-“ you let out a soft chuckle, looking at him with nothing but just love and adoration. “i don’t know what to say, this is all so amazing.”

“i took up a lot of extra shifts and saved for months just so i could treat you like a princess, even if it’s just for the night.” jj grinned, his cheeks lighting up with a bright red. “well, let’s dig in.”

as time passed by, you and jj were having a lot of fun. you and him finished every dish served on your table while quietly mocking the kooks around you.

your laughters slowly subsided, traces of small smiles gracing both your lips.

your table has been cleared from any more expensive food, the only thing left was the bottle of wine the both of you had been nursing.

“oh! i almost forgot about your gift,” jj exclaimed, he dug through his pocket and pulled out a small box. he opened it and stared at it for a few seconds, a small sigh escaping his lips. though he recovered soon as a grin replaced his momentary sadness.

“i want you to have this.” he pushed the velvet box towards you. “it used to be my mom’s, she told me to keep it before she died — said that i should give it to the girl i love, the girl i know i’d spend the rest of my life with, and well…”

“jj…” you whispered in shock as you stared at the ring. it was a silver band with a small flower that adorned tiny gemstones.

“fits perfectly.” he murmured as he slipped it on the ring finger of your right hand. “this promise ring… is proof that my heart belongs to you, and only you. i’ll love you for as long as i live, and that’s a promise.”

you let out a teary laugh as jj planted a soft kiss on your knuckles. “you should’ve let me give you your gift first. if i had known you’d take me out to a kook resto and give me your mom’s ring, i would’ve gotten you something better.”

you shyly brought out the small paper bag and pushed it towards him. “you brought your walkman, right?”

“yeah,” he unclipped the device from his pants and placed it on top of the table as he opened his gift.

it was a mixtape with your handwriting in front. to the love of my life, 08.13.21

you flashed him a bashful smile as you watched him insert it in his walkman and put on his headphones. your voice was the first thing he heard.

hi, jj. happy anniversary, baby! i know this probably isn’t the best gift that you could ever receive for our first year, but i wanted to give you something special that you could remember us by. so here’s to more love and adventures, i love you!

you watched as a smile tugged at his lips as he continued to listen to the mixtape. you spent quite some time putting together songs that reminded you of him, inside jokes that only the two of you could laugh about, songs that the both of you slow danced to, and every possible song that could summarize your whole relationship.

jj hit pause on the device and abruptly stood up from his seat, earning a few stares from the people around you.

he softly cupped your face and brought your lips to his. “god, i love you so much.”

“i love you, too.” you smiled as you leaned forward to give him another kiss. “i’ll love you forever, and that’s a promise.”

jj grabbed your things on the table as he raced to the door with you, hand-in-hand. “yeah- not a bar of gold can compare to this lovely lady right here, people, ya hear me?”

“nothing!” he finished, laughing with you as he grabbed the keys from the valet.

“sir! sir!” the waiter called out, “you still have to pay!”

you laughed out loud as jj paused. “oh, right…”

he patted around for his wallet, and grabbed three hundred dollars, slipping it through the waiter’s front pocket.

“thanks. where was i?”

with a grin, jj placed his arm around your shoulder.

you hummed thoughtfully, playfully tapping your chin as if in thought. “i think you were saying something about how nothing can compare to me?”

“oh hell yeah!” he whooped. “i’m the luckiest man in the whole world and y’all can suck it!”

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[milkiane]

dating rafe cameron; rafe cameron

summary: headcanons on what it would be like dating rafe.

warnings: nudity (non-sexual), mentions of food

word count: 1153

rafe’s love languages are acts of service, because he firmly believes that actions speak louder than words, and he wanted to show you how much he loves you. and also quality time, whether it be going out on a party together or just spending the day in, all that matters to him is that you’re together.

rafe would bring you on tons of dates, mostly out on the mainland where none of what you can do is limited like back at home.

he would take you to games; hockey & basketball, mostly. and he would always wish that the kiss cam would point at the both of you just so that he could kiss you on the big screen.

he would also set up a picnic for you somewhere, and he’ll let you lay your head on his lap as you talked about everything and nothing, his hand running through your hair.

the drive-in movies back at obx was a tradition for the both of you, you would never miss a movie, no matter how cheesy or corny it is. he’d set up the back of his truck with blankets, pillows, and snacks.

OHH!! RAFE ALSO LIKES TO COME WITH YOU WHEN YOU GO SHOPPING. mostly because he can hype you up whenever you go try on some outfits.

you’ll drag him to the food court for a break, and he’ll never admit it, but he actually likes the food there no matter how much he says he hates it.

so you’ll have to share your food with him as you continue to walk around the mall.

your hand is intertwined with rafe’s as you swung your arm around.

he was carrying the shopping bags, as you continued to look around. he only let you carry the small bag of trashy jewelry you bought for fun.

you could feel the burning gaze he had on your slushie as your lips graced an amused smirk. you wordlessly raised the cup to him, and watched as he hesitated before wrapping his lips around the straw.

you chuckled as he let out a content sigh, alternating sips every now and then.

rafe likes taking pictures of you, sometimes mostly stolen since it captures your raw emotion. he has an album in his phone of only you, and he looks through them every time he needs a pick me up.

his lockscreen is the photo of the both of you, it was taken on one of the hockey game dates he took you at. his phone was pointed on the jumbotron as the both of you shared a passionate kiss for the kiss cam. (I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS RN AND I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE— Y/N YOU WHORE!!)

his homescreen is a photo of you sleeping, your face was smushed against your pillow, the sunlight dancing across your skin.

he also has a risqué photo of you in his wallet, but that’s a story for another time ;)

when you found out that rafe always used to take wheezie out for bonding, you forced him to do it again. because we all know that his sister missed it when he gave her some attention.

he’d take her to her favorite diner and bet that she couldn’t finish a big stack of pancakes. wheezie, who wanted to prove her brother wrong, said otherwise so she ordered the pancakes and started eating.

two out of seven pancakes in, wheezie surrendered and let her brother bask in the glory.

rafe helped her eat the pancakes though, they shared her plate and ordered two smoothies as they caught up on each other’s lives, exchanging funny stories from their childhood.

when they arrived back at home, rafe thanked you for forcing him as he laid in bed next to you. he admitted that they had a lot of fun, and even wheezie said she misses hanging out with him.

SPEAKING OF SISTERS. rafe kept the drawing sarah drew for him when they were younger. it was a drawing of her and rafe with ‘THE BEST BROTHER EVER’ sloppily written by seven year old sarah. it’s framed and he has it displayed on top of his bedside drawer.

rafe, surprisingly and not surprisingly, has tons of hair products. from the shampoo, conditioner, oil care, serums, you name it.

the first time you and rafe were together in the tub. you were in between his legs as he lathered your hair with your lavender shampoo, the warm water basking in your nude bodies.

when it was his turn, he sheepishly smiled at you. “uh, i actually have some… products that i use.”

you didn’t know why he was so shy until you opened the small cabinet by his tub. “oh-“

“yeah…” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

speaking of products, rafe also loved it when you included him in your skincare routine. as much as he loves spoiling you, you know that he also loves getting spoiled.

rafe puts a hand on your boob when he sleeps because it’s warm and soft. he calls it his personal heating pads.

sue me, but rafe loves reading books. especially those cheesy romantic novels. but don’t let this idea fool you, he also has eroticas HSHSHAHAHA

anyway- sometimes you’ll lay in bed before going to sleep, and he’ll let you lay your head over his chest as he reads to you.

rafe likes being close to you, skin-to-skin, sometimes. it feels so intimate for him, and he loves every second of it.

rafe would be closed off the first few months you’re dating, but once he opens up to you about his problems, he’ll never stop. but you’ll be there for him every second of the day.

oh!! rafe is also a good cook, i think. he came across his mom’s recipe book hidden in the attic. and he’ll try to make something in the kitchen with tiny help from their personal chefs.

and once he finishes it, it gives him a sense of comfort because he gets a few glimpses of his mom cooking whenever he’s in the kitchen.

the only person rafe will ever cook for is you, and sometimes wheezie.

STOP RAFE AND WHEEZIE WERE CLOSE OKAY AND I CAN’T HELP BUT GET SOFT.

sometimes whenever he has a hard time sleeping, rafe would sneak in the kitchen and randomly cook something up.

sarah would oftenly wake up and watch his brother jog from counter to counter. he would sometimes silently offer her some food and eat together quietly.

breakfast in bed!! or sometimes he’ll bring you out on his room’s balcony and watch the sunrise together as you eat. you’ll end up falling asleep sometimes and rafe will stay there with you.

being with rafe is a rollercoaster ride but your love for him would never change.

you love him so much, and he loves you just the same. maybe even more.

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