Rafe Cameron Fic - Tumblr Posts

another absolute banger no one and i mean no one does mean sexy rafe better like the absolute audacity of him and the way she keeps going back for more like HANG THIS UP IN THE LOUVRE RN

cover-up (rafe cameron x reader)

parts 1 2 3

content: nsfw 18+, moments of dub-con, fem reader, oral (m receiving), degradation, boot/shoe riding, objectification

word count: 4.8k

summary: You and Rafe's arguments are becoming a pattern. This time, you vow to deal with the aftermath together.

Part of you wants to launch into a rabid attack. You’d just made the point that Rafe Cameron was a fundamentally selfish man, something that he had consistently proven across the only day you had been connected to each other in a meaningful way.

But he’s not wrong—he did nearly make you cum once. Physically, he was heaven, he was strong with a cock that almost justified his ego. Mentally, Rafe was nothing short of a fucking trip. Pushing you to fuck for your friend’s drugs, constantly chastising you for wanting the ‘boyfriend experience’. Something you’d never asked for, your only want of him being basic respect, which you didn’t think needed a display of commitment to unlock.

Though it wasn’t like you’d been perfect today. Rafe gave you several opportunities to walk away, and sometimes you did! But he came crawling back every time. You could only keep your instincts at bay for so long.

Everyone else was letting loose inside, and you’d bottled your messy feelings up, not having the time to bother with them even when you'd been alone. Would it be such a crime if you took Rafe up on his offer for that one orgasm?

“You want me to convince you to make me cum? After we’ve just had that fucking conversation about how selfish you are?”

Rafe snickers. “How selfish I am? Jesus fucking Christ.” He throws his head back. “Did I or did I not give you coke for your troubles, as bad as sleeping with me apparently was?”

“You overcharged.”

You’re almost standing on top of each other.

“What, you know the market rate of cocaine? Shit, I really shouldn’t have told you my tips and tricks then, hey.”

“You literally told me that none of my friends ever fucked for drugs.”

“You fucked for extras.”

“None of my friends ever flashed you for drugs.”

Rafe sighs. “Different circumstances, princess. Needed to trust you.”

“Like you can trust any of them more.”

“You’re a new client, princess, it's nothing personal. I was doing the smart thing.”

“You’ve never done a smart fucking thing in your life.” Your lips twitch and Rafe’s smile sits proud.

“What did you actually want me to do?” You stare into Rafe’s eyes. “Beg for the opportunity for Rafe Cameron to make me cum? Showing me off to all your stuck-up friends, bragging about how you can what, make me scream over this party’s shitty music?”

“That would be a good start.”

Your smile’s sadistic. “I’m not going to do that.” You step back. “You can ask for me.”

“Ask for you?”

He’s pushed you over the edge. “Fucking beg for me, Rafe. I want the party to know you delayed whatever deals you had earlier because my pussy was too good to pass up.”

He’s shell-shocked for a minute before letting out a laugh.

“You’re joking. If you actually think I’m going to beg for you…”

You shrug, walking backwards towards the door.

His voice grows louder. “Are you fucking serious?”

You don’t break your stride, so Rafe storms after you.

“Bullshit if you think you’re getting away like that.”

His hands grip your hips, pulling you back before the clear panel of the door reveals how your interaction is going to the group. Rafe stands against the wall, and your back is pressed into his chest.

“You have a hell of a fucking attitude.”

Your head turns back. “That’s what you’re supposed to fuck out of me, right?”

Rafe swallows. “I’d do anything to get that fucking attitude out of you. Mouthiest slut I’ve ever had to deal with.”

“Beg and I’ll shut up.”

You go to turn around, but his grip stops you. “I’m not fucking begging.”

“That’s too bad. There’s no more drugs you can convince me to fuck for. I mean, I’m pretty much sober tonight, and it really hasn't been worth the effort.”

Rafe fumes behind you. “What, Rafe, got nothing to say? Nothing to use against me? No blackmail?”

His hold tightens, and you know you’re pushing buttons. “I would’ve filmed you breaking again and again for my cock—“

“But I felt too good for you to remember?”

“You’re too much of a slut for that blackmail to be worth the hassle.”

Your argument is at breaking point, and you’re now hovering at the point of no return with a big decision to make.

“Rafe… are you gonna make me cum, or what?”

“I don’t know. I do and you have to drop the ‘Rafe gave me free drugs, I’m such a fucking victim’ angle. Plus, you lose that bullshit Rafe couldn’t make me finish line too.”

You roll your eyes and force your way out of his grip.

“Wait!"

“You should’ve made up your mind, Cameron.”

You’re a little proud when you walk in view of the door, clearly not having succumbed to Rafe.

“Get the fuck back over here. I know what I want.”

“Oh, yay. Well if you know what you want, let me just get on my knees and help you out.”

Rafe smugly smiles. “Look at you, princess. When I want you on your best behaviour, you’ll do anything, yeah? Jump.”

You ignore his stupid comment. Rafe swivels his head towards the door, letting his eye contact with the group linger. “And here, too.”

Rafe’s hand stretches over your jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks. “You want to get on my knees, suck my cock with everyone watching?”

You push his arm back down. “No. I want to make you cum, and walk away knowing I didn’t let you do anything to me.”

You refuse to look inside as you direct Rafe back to the wall. You briefly wonder how he always gets what he wants before sinking to your knees.

“All confident getting my cock in your mouth. It’s borderline inspirational.”

It’s best if you don’t listen. You pull down his layers, his cock proudly springing out with no fear of being in someone’s backyard.

“I bet you’ve missed it. Bet your cunt’s been craving this all night, princess.”

“What, your dick in my mouth?” You kiss the tip. “This is strategic.”

You employ your tongue, refusing to suck his length into your mouth. “Real fucking strategic, being a slut at someone else’s house party.”

You continue with the mild pleasure you’re extending Rafe’s way, enough to feel good but barely enough to feel like anything.

A lick from the base of his cock up pushes him to speak. “Can you use your mouth?”

“I don’t know. Can you say please?”

His jaw tenses. “Don’t fucking pull this shit. You’ve got your tongue on my cock, there’s nothing stopping you from going further.”

“Other than your horrific temperament.”

“Alright, you’ve played this game long enough.”

You’re in prime position for Rafe’s hands to grab onto each side of your head, sliding your mouth onto his cock.

You gurgle at the intrusion, staring up at Rafe with wide eyes.

“Oh, that’s more fucking like it, bitch.” ‘Princess’ was excruciatingly infantilising, but you want to bite his cock at his new degradation.

“Throat’s so fucking warm. You talk and talk, argue with anyone about anything, and your mouth is this nice? Princess, you really should play to your strengths better. Stick with me, and I’ll teach you. Not like the rest of those Kook dickheads, they don’t know anything.”

Your hands go to dig into his thighs, but he forces his cock so deep in your throat you can barely take it and the attack is quickly halted.

“What, princess?” One hand rests on the back of your head, the other wiping your eyes as he rocks his pelvis against your mouth. “Not getting what you need, that it? That why you’ve been such a fucking bitch all night?”

You pull off to answer, but Rafe slides in first.

“You look pretty with my pre-cum on your lips, I’ll give you that. But you’re a fucking showstopper with your throat full.”

He has you back pleasing him, and you’re whining as he uses you.

“What? Oh, yeah. You’re not getting what you need. Here.”

Nothing changes, and he keeps fucking your mouth.

Rafe smirks at your dumb-founded eyes and lack of movement. He nods down, but there’s still nothing.

“Oh, you dumb fucking bitch.” He dryly laughs. “Here.”

His foot dances between your knees, and you hope he isn’t suggesting what he is.

“You want anything, you ride it.”

You furiously stare up at Rafe, and he allows you to draw your head back.

“You’re joking.” You frown in shock. “I’m not fucking doing that.”

“You want that orgasm, you ride it.”

Your hand pumps Rafe’s cock, giving you more opportunity for conversation—not something you ever thought you’d be fighting to have with him, and definitely not in this context.

“Do you really have this little self-awareness?”

“I don’t think I’m the victim for choosing to suck cock in the back of this party.”

“When did I ever say that?”

“All your bitching and moaning says it. You really have the worst life in the whole world, did you know that, princess? I think I should talk to Ward and Rose about starting a charity for you, with how pitiful you think you are.”

“You couldn’t start your own because you’re nothing but a family name, aren’t you?”

“We’re Kooks. We’re all family names, and you should be fucking proud of that.”

“Yeah, but I don’t brag about daddy’s money like I earned it with blood, sweat and tears.”

Your head is slammed back onto his cock.

“We’ve got some sweat,” he traces a finger across your cheek, smirking when he feels his cock poking through, “and I’m sure we can get some more tears going, right, princess?”

His cock’s already as far as he’s ever gotten it. “I need you to breathe for me, princess. Through your nose.”

It’s the only order he’s given that makes sense for you to take. You shut your eyes and follow.

“Blood? I don’t know. I mean, you’re a real freaky bitch and all but it just feels too far. Wouldn’t want to mark up such a pretty thing, mess up her value.”

Rafe notices your closed eyes. “Take this as part of my multi-step process, I need to teach you how to play to your strengths. This mouth, that cunt… whatever else I haven’t seen yet.”

You approach your task with renewed vigour, determined to finish him off so you could bask in whatever pride you had left. “You liked that, huh, princess? If you want to play, be a really good girl,” he deserves a right hook for the paternalistic way he addresses you, “ride this.”

You garble around his cock, your statement of, “I’m not fucking doing that,” ultimately having no coherence.

“What was that? ‘Rafe, of course, I’m so grateful you’ve done so much for me today, let me get to that right now’?”

Your only movements are those of your upper body.

“Get the fuck down.”

He tries to force it, but he doesn’t want to sacrifice your attention on his cock.

“Okay, we'll play your way.”

You’re not sure what he considers your way, because he’s raising his foot and rubbing a leather dress shoe against your heat.

“You’re not good and that’s all you get, princess.”

You ignore the way Rafe plays with you like a doll, instead focusing on pleasing the man who so often riled you up.

“Fuck, princess, so good with that mouth, you know? Maybe I should keep you all wound up if it gets me this.” He slides his foot between your thighs. “But that wouldn’t be fair, would it? You’d whine for the rest of this eternity. This pussy’s too needy to ignore.”

You need to finish him off, and you approach the final moments with fierce intensity.

“Shit, princess. That throat’s fucking amazing. I’m gonna make you my perfect little cumslut, okay? You’re gonna take all this.”

You prepare yourself to swallow his cum as his cock pulses in your mouth.

In the heat of the moment, Rafe draws away for the first time, angling his cock down. Spurts hit your chest, with a few strings landing around your jaw.

“Rafe, oh my fucking god!”

Cum coats your top. “Why did you do that?”

“Because it makes you look all pretty.”

He gets closer, moving your jaw and hoping to angle your head away for a better look at his handiwork. You push him back.

“Rafe, I really cannot fucking stand you right now.”

You’re stuck with what to do. You can’t take it off, and even if you did, the shirt’s so skimpy his cum hit skin as well. The party’s bustling, and any bathrooms are guaranteed a line. Not even the outdoor pool is filled up. Walking into your home with this décor was out of the question, though you could do a drastic walk of shame to the nearby ocean.

The sliding door opens as you panic.

“Is everything okay, guys?”

You stand still, not facing the intruders. Rafe does the job for you, but keeps one hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Y/N’s just feeling sick, I thought I’d take her home.”

Ash asks, “were you not drinking?”

Jasper snorts. “Like that’s ever stopped us.”

“Are you right to go with Rafe?”

You intentionally move your head to only show your face, keeping your body static. You hope the mess of emotions on your face effectively pass for illness.

“Yeah. It’s all good.” Rafe’s unwarranted possessiveness was no longer enemy number one. Right now, it might even be a strength.

“Alright. Text me when you can, okay?”

And with that the two are back to giggling as they walk back inside.

“Come on.” Rafe helps you out of your awkward crouched position, and you'll accept anything to hide the evidence of what just happened.

You two stand for a moment, and Rafe waits for an accusation to launch from your mouth. But nothing does, and you follow as he walks.

—

The hip hop on Rafe's playlist is quiet in the car. One of your legs is pulled against your chest, a protective mechanism that’ll defend against nothing, and the other on the dash.

“Don’t have your leg up like that.”

You side-eye him, but follow the instruction regardless. “What, is this car too nice for me to mess up?”

He glances in the rear-view mirror. “No. If you wanted to get into the backseat, princess, I could give you what you needed. Wouldn’t even care if your cunt soaked through the seats.”

“In your dreams, Rafe.”

“And your nightmares, if the way you talk means anything.”

You give him a single, dry laugh.

“I don’t fucking get you. Everything about you is bullshit.”

Your chest leans down, not enjoying the feeling of air blowing onto your chest and cooling his cum quicker. “I don’t get you either, Rafe.”

“No—don’t start. Not right now. You’ve had your chance to speak.”

“What, with you shoving your cock down my throat?”

“I only put you on my cock when you had nothing but shit to talk about my family.” He really only listened to what he wanted to hear. “If you start acting like that, there’s going to be consequences. This is why I asked for extra from you in the first place. I needed to have some trust in you, because you’re too spoiled to understand the consequences of you running your little mouth.”

“Really, Rafe?”

“Really, Y/N. Whatever bullshit rebuttal you have to offer—“

“I’m pretty sure this is you abusing the only power you get over people. What are you going to do when you’re Ward 2.0, the new king of Figure Eight? Gonna make customers flash you before you start building their houses?”

“If it’s you and whatever bitch ass husband you end up with, yeah. I’ll make you cry on my cock and remind you what you could have had if you stopped being so stuck-up all the time.”

“You’re gross.”

Rafe groans. “And here we go again. Stop acting like you have the moral high ground. Stop making me into the asshole Rafe you’ve decided I am in your head. You haven’t even done anything tonight. There was never any reason for you to come back.”

You’d cross your arms if the cum wouldn’t then stick to more places on your body.

“Sitting here with an attitude because you can’t admit it. You can’t take responsibility for your part in tonight, princess. Well, I’ll take it for you. Let’s look at the facts. You flashed a drug dealer.”

“I was doing it for a friend.”

“You flashed a drug dealer for a friend, when said friend would’ve seen me in a few hours if you walked away. You went up to my room.”

You toss your head back. “And I was supposed to know you were going to do more?”

“If you’re as smart as you’re determined to tell the rest of us, yeah. And did I or did I not ask you if I could feel how wet you were?”

Your stomach flutters at the memory. “I never said yes.”

“And you never said no.”

“Rafe, do you know how archaic—“

“I waited, and you never said no. You came up to get the drugs, even though you didn’t take any all night.”

“Making the most of a bad situation.”

“A bad situation? You could’ve kicked up more of a fuss when I sat with you.”

You sharply inhale. “It was easier—“

“Easier? When have you ever wanted to do things the easy way, princess? Wanting to make it on your own without a well off family weighing you down. Assumptions are being made already, and you fucking know that. Calling me a creep could’ve worked. You wouldn’t have even needed to confess anything.”

You blank in rage.

“And you sucked my cock. That was all you. You could’ve walked away,” he raises a hand to you, “and there was maybe ten seconds where it would’ve been a difficult job. That doesn’t erase the rest.”

“Rafe—“

“No, you’re just like the rest of us and you can’t fucking stand it.” You only realise you’ve pulled up when Rafe spins towards you, placing a hand on his chest in emphasis. “That’s why you act like fucking me doesn’t count. Then who is on your level, huh? Not your stupid Kook boyfriends.”

“I am not like you.” You don’t move to leave the car, preferring to have this conversation out of earshot… and you’re emotionally preparing to sneak around his house, knowing what it looks like if you’re caught. Knowing what it is, with his cum marking your chest.

“You are, and you can’t stand it. It’s all image, and you’re going to say you’re above it, right? I know you. And you don’t get that I know you, and that’s why I checked, that’s why I invited you up to my room.”

You snort at the insults you don’t think Rafe realises are leaving his mouth. “You’re not some big shot businessman pulling the strings, Rafe!”

“Not yet. But it’s not fucking hard to get into your mind. Here you are, acting like this all came out of nowhere, thinking I don’t know you at all when I have spent hours talking with you before today! It’s not my fault all you do is argue.”

“You’re too fucking high to remember any of that.”

“No, I’m not. But you’re going to latch onto whatever you can to put yourself above me. It’s all image with you. It’s the same shit you give me, ‘oh you’re a Cameron, get fucked’, acting like you’re above the rest of us Kooks. But you’re just as fake. You run from who you are, not wanting to look like… what, a Kook? You want to be a Pogue? If you really want, you can make that fucking change, but I don’t see you down at The Cut. If you want to make like Sarah and Kie, you can. You want to be all self-made, but you don’t have a string of Pogue boyfriends behind you.”

You shake your head. “You are so fucked up.”

Rafe nods. “Here we go. You’ve got nothing to add, princess. Tell me, why do you always feel the need to argue with me? Can’t let yourself let loose like the other Kooks, got to find your vices elsewhere?”

“Some people aren’t fucking—“

He shoots you a warning look before interrupting you. “Proving your point to Rafe Cameron. I know how you see me. I’m not stupid. Why did you need to prove yourself to me if I don’t mean anything to you, if I’m beneath you?”

“So I could let everyone know how stupid the most privileged guy in this place is.”

“Letting everyone else know. See, all image. Thank you for proving my point, princess.”

You leave the car, slamming the door behind you. You’re ready to face Tannyhill, shower, change, and run home. Emotionally, you wanted to call the Uber now, but you decided it was best to wait until you got into Rafe’s bedroom.

Rafe walks over to your side. “Jesus, princess. Are you trying to wake the whole house up?”

You stand like a statue in front of him.

“I’m sorry, okay? I went too far in there. I thought you were a little more self-aware.” You were thankful the apology went sour, and Rafe stayed the Rafe you were used to.

“Just take me inside.”

“With cum on your tits? I’m not letting you walk past my family like that.”

He unzips his jacket, handing it to you. You stay still.

“Go on, put it on.” You stay defiant. “Don’t make this a thing. This is for you, okay? Stop trying to prove a point.”

“It’ll get cum on it.”

“I’ll get someone to wash it.”

Your face scrunches up.

“And I’ll wash your top before you go.”

“It’s okay. I’ll ask if I can borrow from Sarah.” Rafe raises his eyebrows, and you share more of your plan. “I’ll say I spilled beer on it.”

Forcing you into his narrative, Rafe replies, “you really want to start leaving clothes here? Then you really will have to start coming to family lunches. You could wear mine.”

“I’m not wearing your shirt." You succumb, zipping the jacket up. "And I'll wash it at mine."

"It'll be quicker if I wash it here." Rafe tugs the jacket's zip up. “There you go, princess. Looks good.”

He circles an arm around your shoulders before walking towards the house.

—

Rafe leans by the door as you rid yourself of your soaked shirt. There’s no point in asking him to look away. You’re positive he knows that, with the way he’s leering over you, his presence overbearing in spite of the space between you in the spacious bathroom.

“You need any help?”

“No, Rafe.” It comes off easy, and you're positive that the stickiness is gone. But your brain’s playing tricks on you, and it feels like superglue stuck to your skin.

“I’m happy to.” His smirk doesn’t move as he looks at you.

“You know what you could do, Rafe?”

“Short of getting out of your life altogether?”

“You know,” you turn and grin towards him, “that’s exactly what I was going to say.”

Rafe huffs in dry amusement at your attitude. "Look at that. Don't I know you too well?"

Sarcasm drips from you both. You choose not to open up to Rafe about how that's the problem, instead facing your problem practically. “You could get this started for me so I can go home.”

“You want to go home with the way you’re flashing your tits about?”

“I’m not seducing you right now, Cameron. I’m cleaning up your mistakes.”

“If you weren’t trying to seduce me you wouldn’t have had this thing on in the first place.” He picks it up off the floor, and you cringe at the invasion, even if he was the only person it made no sense to hide the garment from. “Could’ve had a jacket on, but I got you so excited to come and cash your earnings in.”

“Good thing you gave me that jacket then. It clears up any misconceptions.” You pat the water off your chest once you've come to terms with the fact you can’t rub the thought of Rafe off your skin.

“No, it doesn’t.” He walks over to you, standing behind you in the mirror. Rafe leans to grab a towel off a hook. He wraps it around the front of your body, pulling it against your chest.

“Rafe,” you sigh, “what are you doing?” You push him away, but it’s a half-hearted attempt.

“Helping you out. Like I have been all day.” You roll your eyes, and Rafe anticipates your response. “Shush, princess. Not right now. It’s late.” His eyes wander to the door as he keeps pressing the towel into your chest. “You’d hate to wake the house, wouldn’t you? You’re almost becoming a regular fixture around here.”

Your retort is interrupted by Rafe’s fingers rolling over your nipples. “See, princess? I can give you what you need, give you what you’ve been begging me for.”

“Rafe—“ He kisses your neck, making eye contact in the mirror. “Why are you parading me around?”

Rafe mutters, "no one's treated you right, hey, princess?" He raises himself up, placing his hands on your shoulders and letting the towel fall. You feel miles more exposed, but it doesn’t seem to be the towel’s fault. Without him touching your body, without any arguing, you and Rafe were only that—you and Rafe. In absence of all the tumultuous bells and whistles, you had no clue what that looked like.

“You’re pretty when you shut up. Even if you didn’t take the drug offer. Getting you on your knees did the job.”

“No, Rafe. Why’d you parade me around, show me off to your parents, bring me back here?”

Rafe scoffs. “Is it so hard to think I wanted to help you out? I didn’t cum on you without a plan.” You doubt that, and are sure the plan only occurred because he got something out if it—you stranded at Tannyhill once again.

“Thanks, gentleman.”

“I didn’t show you off to my parents either. I did the polite thing and got my guest to speak to them. Do you—do you have something against my parents, Y/N? You keep bringing them up.”

“I keep bringing up how you’re obsessed with being a Cameron.”

“You’re just jealous. Not comfortable with your last name so you put all this stupid effort into proving yourself through what, debating with guys you don’t like at parties?”

“You know my life exists when you aren’t in it, Rafe.”

“Oh, I know, princess. I’m sure I’m not the only guy you put through hell.”

“Hell is being here in this fucking bathroom with you.” You jerk away, grabbing Rafe’s jacket off the floor.

“You really want to put that back on? It’s covered in cum and I’m pretty sure your skin is still raw, the way you were scrubbing.”

You’re topless, and the power imbalance is palpable. The white bathroom leaves you scrambling for answers that don’t exist on the back of expensive shampoo bottles. You reach for the only thing you can.

“If you’re not this evil Rafe Cameron I seem to have made up in my head, you’ll lend me your shirt.”

Rafe narrows his eyes. “What do I get?”

“What do you get? I don’t know. My respect? A cute girl in your clothes for however long it takes her to get home?”

“I don’t know. Weren’t you just saying you wouldn’t wear my shirt?”

“Rafe,” you deeply inhale, “I’m a little desperate here.”

He pauses for a moment. “Okay, okay. I hear you. If I do this, I need you to behave for me, okay?”

You swallow, and you anticipate that he isn’t going to let this favour go your away.

“Can you do that, princess?”

You nod.

“Back towards the sink.” You walk backwards, and Rafe follows while maintaining some distance, wanting you to decide to follow yourself.

“Good girl.” He strips himself of his shirt, passing the polo to you. You wonder if this is really it.

He closes the distance. “I want you to take these off,” he traces his fingers over the hem of your shorts, “and keep sitting here.”

Rafe kneels, and he looks up at you while he waits to see what you do next. “Is that what you want, princess? Wanted me to make you cum?”

It’s all too intense for much thinking, and all you can do is tilt your head down as you say, “yes.”

stepbro rafe hcs!

Warnings: stepcest, dub-con, reader’s lowkey a bimbo, light smut, pervy behavior, DARK CONTENT, jealousy.

a/n: this is my first post so please be nice and as always mdni!

stepbrother! rafe who was always a little too touchy with you, holding your hips to move you out of his way, caressing your head when you did something right, placing his hand on your thigh as you sat next to him at family dinner, making you his personal eye candy at parties, making his friends envious, and making their shorts tighten at your cleavage as they watched you lean down and pick something up for Rafe.

You dismissed it as casual affection because you were just relieved that your intimidating big evil stepbrother liked you.

;;

A shiver ran through you as you felt Rafe’s fingers graze your spine as he pulls down the zipper, and you see him lick his lips at the sight of your boobs spilling out of your push-up bra.

You gasp when he unhooks it in one swift motion making it pool at your feet, and you bite your lip as his finger reaches out to brush over your hardened nipple.

stepbro! Rafe always carries drags you back to his room when you've had a little too much to drink, stripping you and changing your clothes so you can wear his, so you know better than to protest as his gaze hungrily travels down your half-naked body, swallowing roughly when your palms reach up to squeeze your boobs as a protection against the cold air and cock twitching when you look up at him through your lashes and whine for him to give you his shirt already.

;;

stepbro! rafe wrapped your lace panties around his hardening cock, getting off to your pictures, in his defense, you did ask him to take a good picture of you and perhaps he took a few extra for himself. You didn't mind because you were wearing the miniskirt he bought you as an act of reconciliation after he beat up that touron for talking to you, so it's not entirely his fault that he took a few in different angles. That's what a nice stepbrother does, right?

;;

stepbro! rafe who takes you shopping on the mainland where he buys you the skimpiest little skirts he can think of, skirts that he knows will undoubtedly hike up when you bend over, as well as some lace lingerie sets that would flash through your see-through shirts.

He usually follows you into the dressing room as you change, observing you with a hungry glare. He means well, of course; after all, who else is going to assist you in undressing?

;;

drunk or coked out stepbro! Rafe who slips into your room at night under the guise of just checking in on his stepsister, and before you know it he’s grinding against you,and being the good and obedient, step sister that you are, you grind back into him knowing that he just needs to relieve some tension. However, you squeeze your thighs together in an effort to stop him when he inserts his hand between them,

“Rafe …. but mom and dad?”

Sighing, he moves in closer and says, "Look, I just need you right now, okay?" and with that, he grabs your hand and presses it against his bulge. “This is what you do to me” he groans. You relent some not wanting to upset him he’s your favorite person after all and you just want to help him, it's what good stepsisters do right? And you let his hand make its way into your shorts, calloused fingers teasing your clit, “fuck so wet for me angel” he mumbles kissing you on the sweet spot right under your ear, and when you hear his belt unbuckle and hand snake his way around your throat you know you're in for a long night.

love love love the dynamic love the banter love that he seems to have the same douchebag foot in mouth syndrome that another beloved character i have loved had👀

Untouchable

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synopsis it is crucial that the head boy and girl of Kildare Academy work together. Too bad the head girl is you and the head boy is Rafe Cameron.

wc 2K

Rafe Cameron likes to do this thing where he pretends that he's hopelessly in love with you.

Every morning, when you walk past him in the Academy carpark, he says, “Good morning, sweetheart.” Easy on the morning, rolling the sweet over his tongue so heart sounds thick as brown molasses. He always has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the emblem on his breast-pocket hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. Sometimes you humour him. Often you avoid acknowledging him altogether.

He has a tendency to call you every pretty noun under the sun except your actual name. Though he has a certain predilection for sweetheart, he’ll always follow up your carpark rendezvous—if you could even call it that—with a, “Wait up, beautiful!” Gorgeous if you’re particularly unlucky. You’re pretty sure he does this because it’s more convenient than remembering your name; that, or he’s covering his ass in case he mixes you up with the other girls on his roster.

“C’mon,” he adds, catching you up with ease, “think you can give me a smile today, birdie?”

That’s a new one. You frown hard, conveying your disapproval at being branded by yet another nickname against your will.

“Think you can show me you deserve it, Cameron?”

Rafe slaps his hand against his chest, faux-affronted. “Oof, I’m wounded.” He grins fondly. “You know that it’s bad luck to ice out the Head Boy on the first day, right?”

“Don’t remind me,” you mutter grimly, quickening your pace in an attempt to create some distance from him. It’s a futile attempt at hostility; he’s heading to the same handsome office that you are, home to the Academy’s once imposing headmaster.

He’s gotten soft over the years. It’s the only explanation, really, for why he’s chosen such a diametrically opposed duo to be the Head Boy and Girl respectively. Where you’re serious, unsmiling, easy on the eyes and hard on the ego, Rafe Cameron is this cocky, deceptively charming wall of solid muscle. He’s attractive in that way that’s made him every girl’s default love interest, and even worse, he enjoys the attention as much as you absolutely hate it.

“Remind you?” Rafe echoes, feigning bemusement. “Of what? That we’re partners now, partner?”

You force a breath of air out through your nose, halting in your tracks and turning to face him. He doesn’t think you look nearly as formidable as you want to, especially with that sweet, little furrow between your eyebrows. He tries to look earnest, as if proving his maturity is going to make you hate him any less than you do.

He’s to blame for the animosity, of course — callow, sophomore year him who called you “seriously fucking hot” in the boy’s locker room, and then in the gym, within earshot, added, “shame she’s such a frigid bitch, huh?” He didn’t mean it, and he was very clearly wounded; if you could’ve seen his face as he’d said it, maybe the cracks in his armour of indifference would’ve been more obvious. Maybe you would’ve realised he was deflecting from the fact that your rejection had really hurt him.

But then again, maybe you wouldn’t have. Because in what world was yelling “Go out with me?”—crudely, callously, you might add—from across the classroom meant to be taken for real? You’d assumed that sophomore year him was making fun of you. When you said no, he assumed that sophomore year you just wasn’t interested.

Fast forward two years, to now, it’s clear that neither of those assumptions were wholly true. You walk past the front reception and toward the headmaster’s office in tandem, halting just short of his closed door, a polished knocker hanging directly above eye-level.

As you reach up and press it against the smooth mahogany, you send him a wayward glance. “Just because we have to work together this year,” you say evenly, “doesn’t mean we have to be friends. Alright?”

“Yes ma’am.” He nods, sending you a mock salute.

This just makes you frown harder than before, as if that’s fucking possible. He’s going to get a smile out of you if it fucking kills him. “I mean it, Cameron.” You let go of the knocker to punch your forefinger into his chest, eyes narrowed sternly. “No more sweetheart, beautiful, gorgeous, honey, whatever. If there’s one thing I deserve, as your,” you raise your fingers in air-quotes, “‘partner’, it’s a bit of respect. That clear?”

He’s never once called you honey. He raises his eyebrows. “Darling?”

You let out this sigh that’s more disappointment than frustration, like you didn’t want to deal with this, like you almost expected more from him. It makes his mouth go dry. “You know what?” you say, shaking your head defeatedly. “Never mind. I thought... I don't know, I thought that if Cromwell’d chosen you to be the Head Boy, maybe you’d done some growing up since sophomore year. But clearly he's getting old, because —”

“Who’s getting old?” A pleasant voice interrupts, the mahogany door in front of you jolting open abruptly. “Miss Y/L/N,” Headmaster Cromwell adds, mock-austere. “I sure hope you aren’t talking about me.”

“Headmaster Cromwell,” you answer, eyes widening sheepishly. “I didn’t mean —”

“She was talking about me, Crom-dog,” Rafe pipes up, throwing him arm around your shoulder genially. When he pulls you into his side, the smell of his vetiver and musk cologne grows ever present. “Us. How we’re no longer the scrawny little freshmen we were when we first met you.”

He pauses, raising his eyebrows meaningfully. “Women, am I right? Always so sentimental.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, shaking him off in a hurry. “Anyway.”

“Anyway,” Rafe agrees with a grin, shoving his hands into his pockets. For the price you pay for a uniform blouse, he privately thinks it should be made of thicker fabric. He can still feel your soft skin pressing into all his finger calluses. “You wanted to see us, sir?”

He nods significantly, beckoning the two of you into his office. “Yes, yes, come in,” he says, taking a seat in his brown leather chair, the headrest cracking with age. “First day of senior year, eh? How are the two of you feeling?”

“Apprehensive,” you say, sending Rafe a glare.

He meets your gaze with something akin to amusement, his blue eyes full of mirth. “Sentimental.”

“Ah.” Cromwell raises his eyebrows, regarding the pair of you with interest. “And you’ll be conveying these emotions at your address this Friday, I imagine?”

Your head whips back to his desk, bottom lip pulling between your teeth. “Oh. Um —”

“Because of course,” he adds, clasping his hands together on his desk, “the start of year speech isn’t just tradition, it’s a collaborative effort. As head students, leading the fortnightly school assemblies is going to be one of your biggest responsibilities.”

“Right,” you agree, nodding vigorously. “I assure you, Headmaster Cromwell, it’s all under control.”

Rafe turns to face you, surprised. “It is?”

“Of course it is, Cameron,” you answer tiredly, not bothering to meet his gaze.

Cromwell frowns. “A collaborative effort, Miss Y/L/N.”

You swallow a sigh, plastering on a smile before turning in tandem and nodding. Fake though it may be, being on the receiving end of one of your smiles makes Rafe unusually pleased. He grins back handsomely, his head cocked toward you in a way that accents his stubbled jawline.

“All I’m saying is,” you say carefully, the smile becoming more gritted teeth than anything remotely amicable, “I’ve… made a start on it. I know that you’ve got football trials to organise, so I thought —”

“Successfully delegated,” Rafe interjects. “Got Ollie organising them this year.” He pauses, leaning toward you and clearing his throat. “You know… to free up time for this partnership.”

“Excellent!” Cromwell exclaims before you’re able to protest, clapping his hands together approvingly. “Already taking initiative. Excellent, excellent…”

He reaches for the hefty stack of papers to his left, plucking off the two forms at the top of the pile. “Here,” he says, handing one to each of you. “A suggested programme for your first meeting with this year’s prefects.”

You accept it with a nod, scanning over the template before folding it once, twice, careful. Beside you, Rafe throws his into his bag callously, threatening a migraine.

“As you know, alongside the school assemblies, you’ll be in charge of timetabling prefect duties and maintaining order. Of course, we’ll meet every fortnight or so so I can check in — ensure everything’s running as smoothly as possible.” He pauses here, looking between you through assessing grey eyes. “Being the face of this institution is a massive undertaking, you two. You’re responsible for more than just the student body… you’re responsible for Kildare Academy’s legacy.” Another pause. “It can be quite the burden. It’s important that you trust each other… know that you can rely on one another.”

You clear your throat gauchely. Rafe feels this strange jolt in his chest as Cromwell’s words wash over him.

You’re saved the awkwardness of having to respectfully disagree with him by the peal of the bell, signalling the start of first period. Cromwell springs up and nods in dismissal, the lapels of his suit jacket quivering like jowls. “Alright then!” He exclaims, smiling jovially. “I look forward to hearing your address this Friday!”

You return his smile, albeit reluctantly, avoiding eye contact with Rafe as you turn around and exit. Though you’re determined to make it to class without having to engage in any more conversation, it appears Rafe Cameron’s more determined to do the opposite.

Scratch unnecessary though. He’s pretty sure every precious second that he’s trying for more receiving-end smile is another that shows him time is of the essence.

“What did you reckon?” He asks, messing with his dirty-blonde locks absentmindedly.

The side of his elbow brushes your blouse, and you begin to walk faster, incensed by his closeness. Despite this, he refuses to back down, “Think it’s true? Him retiring this year? Cause shit, it’d explain all that crap about responsibility and legacy.”

You frown at your feet and continue to soldier forward. Rafe tries again, “Remember when Jake was head boy? Kelce’s older brother? Swear to God he didn’t get speeches like that from Crommy… I mean, shit, he was doing all this and organising football practice, not to mention all the parties he—”

“Look,” you interrupt abruptly, letting out a tired sigh. “Yeah, whatever, I won’t tell Cromwell, alright? As long as you just… just do everything you’re scheduled to do.”

Rafe turns toward you, frowning bemusedly. “Huh?”

“That’s what you’re getting at, right?” You ask impatiently, because you’re late and the second bell is about to ring and you really don’t have time for this, not with Rafe Cameron. “Doing the bare minimum just like Jake Smith did? Because yeah, whatever, that’s fine — in fact, I’d almost prefer it to trying to work together.”

Rafe draws back slightly, regarding you for a moment. “Huh.” A pause. “You think I don’t deserve it.”

You balk at his expression, something dejected behind blue irises. “Well, I,” you hesitate, “no. I just… I don’t want to work with someone who doesn’t consider this a priority.”

“You’re a priority to me,” he says, referring to the guy sophomore year you had once rejected.

“Not me,” you mutter irritatedly, cheeks warming. “Head student stuff. You know — all those things Jake Smith got away with not doing?”

“As I seem to recall,” Rafe replies matter-of-factly, unperturbed, “I’ve already delegated football trials to Ollie to free up time.”

“For the speech,” you say slowly, unsure.

For you. “For the speech,” Rafe affirms, looking down at you in this sincere way that makes your head hurt.

You swallow. “Alright then. We’ll do it Wednesday after school.”

Rafe grins triumphantly, nudging your chin with the hook of his forefinger. “Your place or mine, sweetheart?”

“Cameron,” you warn, ducking out of his reach with a frown.

“Sorry.” He nods faux-apologetically. “You prefer honey, yeah?”

“If you call me anything other than my name, I’ll murder you in your sleep.”

“In my sleep?” He asks, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “So you’ll be on my bed, huh? Knew it. Knew you had a secret thing for me.”

“School library, Cameron,” you say grimly, beginning to walk away. “Right after fifth period on Wednesday. Don’t be late.”

Rafe nods again, sending you a mock salute. “Oh don’t worry,” he calls after you. “I never keep a lady waiting.”

no cause she's just like me for real i would always give rafe cameron 3637288 chances🤭

getaway II

Warnings (18+): stalking, manipulation, arguing, no smut but still 18+

Tags: dark!rafe cameron (he’s quite desperate), HEAVY ASS angst, cursing, jealousy, obsession, probably missing something so lmk

Summary: rafe wants to talk to you, even though you have made it clear what you want

WC: 2.1k l part one

Notes: this was a request! but I def got a little carried away. rafe sucks so much here. hope you guys enjoy and please lmk your thoughts!

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A familiar chime abruptly wakes you from your sleep. The ringing is accompanied by the hard patter of rain against the window. You reach out to the nightstand, grabbing your phone and squinting at the bright screen.

It's... Sarah?

Confusion strikes your drowsy head as your thumb hovers over the answer button. What would she be calling you this late for?

Before you get the chance to answer the screen shifts from her contact photo to your home screen, and to your surprise it's filled with multiple call notifications from her.

Your body becomes stiff. The amount of missed calls were concerning and had you unsettled with the presumption that something was wrong. She wouldn't just call you like this if it wasn't serious, especially considering the fact that she knew you and Rafe weren't together anymore.

You sit upright and tap the screen to call her back, the phone rings once then immediately goes to voicemail. 

Panic creeps through your veins, as you swipe to call her again, but before you could click the tiny button, a message notification appears at the top of your screen. It was from her.

Please. I need your help, idk what to do. 

You click it and another comes in quickly.

I'm outside your place, my phones gonna die soon, and I have nobody else. Please.

Those messages were more than concerning, and now you were worried. You scramble out of bed and shuffle blindly through your room, which leads you into the hall. Your visions a blur as you push yourself through the small apartment home and towards the door.

No matter how much you disliked Rafe, you weren't going to let it get in the way of helping Sarah, when she needed you. She's practically family to you, a baby sister in a way.

When you reach the front door your fingers clings to the handle, as you swiftly twist then pull it open. The loud pour of rain and cold wind makes you wince and furthers your state of disorientation as you look out the doorway. 

You expected her to be on your porch, just outside like she said, but she wasn't. It was dark and all you could see was the sway of tree branches and large reflective puddles of water.

Your brows furrow. She said she was here, did she go somewhere else? if so it’s not like she could have gotten that far, she just texted you.

To get a better look around you move forward, taking a step out onto the poorly lit small porch. That’s when in your peripheral you see movement. Oh thank God, she is here.

“Sarah are you alr-” 

The words die in your mouth as you turn your head. There was a tall figure, nowhere near the size of her, and it was hurling towards you.

You're paralyzed with fear, closing your eyes and bracing for impact. The feeling of hands pushing you back elicits a shriek from you, and your phone slips from your hand as you stumble backwards through the doorway. 

The intruder's grip on your forearm has you trembling, and a feeling of impending doom surges your body at the sound of the door slamming shut.

Your eyes open wide in a panic and your vision shoots upwards. The familiar face riddled by moonlight brings nausea to your stomach and your head slowly shakes as you look up at him.

He whispers in a rush.

"Hey. Hey. Hey, it's me"

Was that supposed to make you feel better?

His hold loosens on your arm and you take the opportunity to move away, stepping back a few times into the living room.

"Wha- what have you done?" You speak astounded "I swear to God if you hurt Sarah"

“I didn't hurt her" He clearly enunciates, irritated that you would accuse him of that. He steps closer and you mirror him by taking another step back. 

He stares at you, as you intensely watch him for any sudden movement. He lifts his chin and scoffs at your blatant distrust for him before his hand reaches into his pocket. The movement has you fearing for the worst.

He pulls out a phone in a flower ridden case, and tosses it on the coffee table. You let out a breath, relieved that it wasn't a weapon. The movement makes the phone gleam, which breaks your attention from him as you become aware that it's the only source of light in the small living room. The subtle rays of moonlight peaking through the sheer curtains, were the exception.

"She's sleep, at home. I needed to borrow it, ok?" 

His voice has you snapping your head back in his direction, and you notice how he's grown closer by just a couple steps. The newfound proximity has your heart racing.

It had been about three weeks since you got back from the Bahamas. The first week back home was spent distancing yourself, and giving Rafe practically any excuse you could think of to not see him. However, when he got tired of your excuses he showed up to your doorstep with flowers like everything was fine, even though he knew it wasn't. You were quiet for the most part, and pushed him away telling him you were tired. After he left that day you couldn't take it anymore, his mere presence made you feel overwhelmed, so you texted him that you seriously needed some space. You hoped that he would listen and that it was the last time you would have to talk to him, so you blocked him. And for two weeks you heard nothing from him, you thought everything was well... getting better. But now you were here staring at him, as he intrudes upon your apartment.

"What the fuck are you doing here? What is your problem?" 

"You. You’re, you're ignoring me.” His breath wavers as he reaches out flipping on the light switch like it was his house. 

The yellow ting of light brightens the room, and you see him much clearer. There was no sanity in his expression. He was angry and kind of... empty. In your heart you feel bad seeing him struggle like this, you even feel guilty, even though you know you didn't do anything wrong. You shouldn't feel like this and you hate that you do, but it's not like you could just stop caring about the person you love loved overnight. It's exactly why you needed your space. 

"Rafe..." it comes out as a gentle whisper.

"I miss you" 

"Rafe, this isn't fair. You can't-"

“Listen." he cuts you off, voice scarily calm. "Listen to me"

You sigh and he continues.

"Two weeks. We haven't spoken in two weeks" his eyes stare blankly in your general direction "I thought maybe, you know that if I give you the space and time that you want. That, that's what it would take for us to move on, for you to forgive me."

"It's not that simple." You interject, now frustrated.

His jaw clenches and nose flares at your words. His eyes are then quickly darting and peering back into yours.

"You sure about that?" he rolls his tongue over his lip. “Because it seems simple to me, with the way it's so easy for you to block me.”

"You don't listen to me. None of this is fair." You whisper, tiredly glancing at the floor.

He shakes his head, lulling it back as he rolls his eyes.

"Do you think I'm this horrible person or something?” He spreads his arms in front of him “That I'm not trying? that it? Is that reason why you're giving up so easily on us?"

What? no. That's not what you meant.

He was getting in your head, and you were finding it more and more difficult to think. Too much was happening for you to be able to compile all your feelings let alone the reasons behind them. You just fucking woke up, and somehow he managed to already make your heart ache.

"I-" You stutter, and he cuts you off. It's not like you knew what you were going to say anyways.

"You wanna know something?” he lets out a deep breath, before continuing “You wanna know how pissed off I was when I found out that you're going around this island telling people that we're not together anymore" He takes one step closer aiming his finger at you, before putting his hands back on his chest. "While I'm trying to get my shit together so that I don't fucking lose you"

The overwhelmingness of his questions, accusations, and blame finally push you to your edge. Adrenaline pumps through your system.

"You're delusional, if you still think we're getting back together." 

You watch as he quickly looks off to the side, inhaling deeply.

"Nah" he shakes his head sucking in his lip, "No, you said we could figure this out, so we're figuring this shit out"

"I still don't trust you!” Your hands creep up your arms, rubbing at the cold skin “Relationships don't work without it and you don't even recognize how doing shit like this hinders any trust from happening." 

He clicks his tongue against his cheek letting out a hmph "Funny how you want to bring up trust"

You drop your hands frustrated and confused. "Rafe, I don't know what you're talking about but you need to leave." you gesture at the door.

"I saw you bring some surf rat in here the other day”

He’s been watching you?

“And if you think I’m just gonna sit around and let that shit…"  his voice fades as you start to tune him out to think about Aaron, your childhood friend who was visiting town, that's who he was talking about.

"Oh my god" you whisper to yourself, hopefully he hasn't harassed him or hurt him

"…I'm a proactive type of person."

"He likes boys you psycho! I can't believe you!"

"Don't!" he takes a deep breath returning to a calm voice "I would've known that, if you'd just talk to me"

"Alright I'm not doing this with you anymore, I cant. You need to leave."

He doesn't move, just stands there nodding his head and rubbing at his eyelids.

"And if I don't?" 

You didn't really think of that. 

You then realize you have no options, you couldn't call the cops because you dropped your phone outside. And even if you could call them they would likely believe Rafe's word over yours.

"Baby… Baby" His coo’s pull you from your head, and back to reality. 

He’s finally breached your space, and his familiar scent wafts in the surrounding air. The aroma was your comfort for so long, soothing you countless times throughout your relationship. Oddly enough, even in this moment you still feel the flurrying effects of his presence.

How on earth could you still find him soothing ? After all the things he's done?

It honestly felt like time had slowed. You look forward and your eyes land on his chest, really taking in his appearance for the first time in the night. He was wearing the gray jacket you bought him, for your most recent anniversary.

Your thoughts become irrelevant at the feeling of his hands resting on your waist. Your vision draws upward as your hands come up to his chest, hesitantly trying to push away. Your resistance only compels him more, because he pulls you in closer.

He was yearning for connection, you knew it by the way his hands held you, that he wasn't going to let you go. His glossed over expression only confirmed your thoughts.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry.” He gazes down at you. “I fucking love you, ok? I love you so much it fucking hurts being without you"

Your eyes flit away, “Love isn't… you can't use that as an excuse Rafe. Please understand that. I'm begging you." The stinging feeling of your eyes beginning to water has your hand flying up to shield yourself.

His hand gently curls around your wrist pulling it away. You were weak and had no more fight in you to resist anymore. His hand comes up and cups your face softly. The contact makes you shudder and the tears finally break free. 

You whimper before whispering. "You hurt me"

"I won't do it again. I promise. I'll never hurt you again. I'm sorry baby."

You look up into his desperate eyes and can't help but hopelessly settle your forehead against his chest. You were tired, and exhausted. He presses a kiss onto your head and pulls you into a deep hug, caressing at your back as you sniffle into his chest. 

If you learned anything from tonight it was that he wasn't just going to give up on your relationship, at least for any time soon. So maybe, it was best to just sit in this moment of peace, rather than continue on this fight. 

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The Man of the House - Rafe Cameron x Reader (18+ ONLY)

Content warnings: SMUT 18+ only, explicit language, fingering, lots of dirty talk, slight degradation kink, mentions of exhibitionism, jealousy, slight angst

Summary: You and Rafe have been dating for years, but he’s been MIA for over a month. In his absence, you’ve gotten your very own townhouse in Figure Eight (with daddy’s money, of course). Coincidentally, Ward has sent his son back to the Outer Banks to sell their remaining properties. Instead, he’s at your housewarming party to claim what’s rightfully his. 

Author’s Note: (Yes, I got the title from the OBX IG account lol) There are no season 3 spoilers! This happens between season two and season three of Outer Banks. Rafe has been in Guadeloupe with his family. Please remember that this is a work of fiction and an idealized version of Rafe Cameron. If this makes you feel uncomfortable, do not read. 

I don’t own the rights to any of the characters mentioned. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” 

The teasing smirk on his face tells you that he knows it. Rafe is standing on your new hardwoods with fresh roses in his hands. The warm lighting streams down from your high ceilings and bounces off the gold ring on his pointer finger. The ring that you got for him. 

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The morning sunlight poured through the large bay windows of your shared apartment, bathing everything in a soft golden hue. You and Rafe were sitting at the kitchen island, sipping coffee from your favorite mugs, your legs intertwined under the table. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of the sanwiches Rafe had made—a weekend ritual that had quickly become a cherished tradition.

It had been a few months since your wedding, and you were both still getting used to the idea of being husband and wife. Life was a beautiful blur of shared moments, spontaneous adventures, and an underlying sense of contentment that neither of you had ever experienced before. The demands of your acting careers were ever-present, but you had found a way to balance work with the joys of newlywed life.

Just as you were about to suggest taking a walk in the nearby park, Rafe's phone buzzed on the counter. He reached for it, his brows furrowing slightly as he read the notification.

"Who is it?" you asked, curious.

"It's our publicist," Rafe replied, a hint of surprise in his voice. "We’ve been invited to do a feature for Vogue—they want us to answer the most asked questions about us on Google."

Your eyes widened in excitement. "Vogue? That's incredible! What kind of questions are they talking about?"

Rafe scrolled through the email. "You know, the usual stuff—how we met, what it's like working together, and… other more personal things."

You leaned closer, your interest piqued. "Personal? Like what?"

He glanced at you with a knowing smile. "Like when we’re planning to start a family."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Of course, everyone wants to know about that. Do you want to do it?"

Rafe set his phone down and looked at you with that warm, affectionate gaze that always made your heart skip a beat. "Only if you’re up for it. It could be fun, and it might give people a little glimpse of what our life is really like."

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "Let’s do it. It’ll be nice to share our story."

Rafe leaned over to kiss your forehead. "Then it’s settled. We’ll show them how it’s done."

The day had finally arrived. The anticipation had built up over the past week, and now you were both standing in the grand lobby of Vogue's headquarters, waiting to be escorted to the set. Rafe had his arm draped casually around your shoulders, a habit that never failed to make you feel grounded, no matter how big the moment was.

The Vogue team was nothing short of welcoming. As you walked through the sleek corridors, you were introduced to various crew members, each of them greeting you with smiles and words of encouragement. Finally, you were led into a spacious studio, where the set was arranged to resemble a chic living room—plush couches, tasteful decor, and a soft, ambient light that made everything feel warm and intimate.

You and Rafe were guided to a couch in the center of the set, the Vogue logo subtly displayed in the background. Cameras were positioned at different angles, and a few crew members buzzed around, making final adjustments.

The interviewer, a poised woman in her early forties with an air of elegance, approached you with a welcoming smile. "It’s such a pleasure to have you both here," she said, shaking your hand and then Rafe’s. "We’ve been looking forward to this interview. I’m sure your fans are eager to hear what you have to say."

You returned her smile, feeling a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement. "We’re excited too. It’s an honor to be here."

Rafe nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we’ve been looking forward to this. It’s always nice to get a chance to share a bit more of ourselves."

The interviewer took her seat across from you, a small stack of cards in her lap. She glanced at the cameras, waiting for the signal to start. As the red lights on the cameras flicked on, she turned her attention back to you with a friendly smile.

"Alright, let’s dive right in," she began. "The first question is one that comes up a lot: How did you two meet? And what was your first impression of each other?"

You exchanged a glance with Rafe, and he gave you an encouraging nod, signaling you to start.

You smiled as you began to recount the story. "We met on the set of a film we were both working on. It was a pretty intense project, and we spent a lot of time together during those early days. My first impression of Rafe was that he was incredibly focused and professional. But he also had this playful side that made everyone around him feel comfortable."

Rafe chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I remember thinking you were one of the most talented people I’d ever worked with. But what really stood out was how kind and genuine you were. You made it easy to connect, and I think that’s what laid the foundation for our friendship."

The interviewer nodded, clearly charmed by your answers. "That’s wonderful. So, how did that friendship evolve into a romantic relationship?"

Rafe took the lead on this one, his tone reflecting the warmth of the memory. "It wasn’t something that happened overnight. We became really good friends first, and as we spent more time together—both on and off set—we started to realize there was something more there. It was a natural progression, and before we knew it, we were dating."

You added with a smile, "We both knew we didn’t want to rush anything. We took our time, and I think that’s why our relationship is so strong now. We built it on a solid foundation of trust and respect."

The interviewer leaned in slightly, clearly captivated by your story. "That’s such a healthy approach. It’s clear that your relationship is built on strong principles. Speaking of which, how do you manage to balance your personal life with your busy careers, especially when you’re both in the spotlight?"

Rafe’s hand found yours on the couch, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles as he answered. "It’s definitely a challenge, but we make it work by prioritizing each other. No matter how busy things get, we always find time to connect. Whether it’s a quick phone call during a break or planning a weekend getaway, we make sure we’re not just coexisting, but actually spending quality time together."

You nodded in agreement. "And we’ve also learned to communicate really well. We’re honest with each other about our needs and boundaries. If one of us is feeling overwhelmed, we talk about it and find a solution together. It’s all about being a team."

The interviewer smiled, clearly impressed by your approach. "It sounds like you’ve both put a lot of thought into how to maintain a healthy relationship in the public eye. Another question that’s often asked is about your experiences working together on screen. What’s it like to transition from your real-life relationship to playing characters on set?"

You couldn’t help but laugh at the question, remembering some of the challenges and fun you’d had while filming together. "It’s definitely interesting! On one hand, there’s a comfort level that comes from knowing each other so well. But on the other hand, we have to remind ourselves to stay in character and not let our real-life dynamic interfere with the story we’re telling."

Rafe grinned, clearly enjoying the topic. "Yeah, it’s funny because sometimes we’ll have a scene where our characters are arguing, and it’s hard not to laugh because we’re not actually mad at each other. But we’re both professionals, so we make it work. Plus, it’s nice to have someone you trust completely when you’re in front of the camera."

The interviewer laughed along with you, clearly enjoying the lighthearted banter. "It sounds like you’ve found a good balance between work and play. Now, here’s a question that I think everyone is dying to know: When are you two planning to start a family?"

A brief silence settled over the room as the question hung in the air. You felt Rafe’s hand tighten slightly around yours, and you met his gaze, a silent understanding passing between you.

Rafe was the first to speak, his voice steady and thoughtful. "We’ve definitely talked about it," he began, turning his attention back to the interviewer. "Starting a family is something we both want, but right now, we’re just enjoying being newlyweds. We’re in no rush—we want to take our time and make sure we’re ready for that next step."

You nodded, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. "It’s a big decision, and we want to make sure we’re in the right place, both emotionally and professionally. We’re focusing on our relationship and our careers for now, and when the time is right, we’ll know."

The interviewer smiled warmly, clearly touched by your sincerity. "That’s a very thoughtful approach. It’s clear that you two are very much in sync and that you have a strong foundation to build on when the time comes."

As the interview drew to a close, the conversation shifted to lighter topics—favorite vacation spots, hobbies you enjoyed together, and your shared love of cooking. The mood in the room was relaxed, the conversation flowing easily as you and Rafe shared more glimpses into your life together.

Finally, the interviewer wrapped things up with a closing remark. "It’s been an absolute pleasure talking with you both today. Your fans are going to love getting this inside look at your relationship. Thank you for being so open and honest."

You smiled, genuinely appreciative of the opportunity to share your story. "Thank you for having us. It’s been a lot of fun."

Rafe nodded in agreement, his hand still intertwined with yours. "Yeah, we’ve really enjoyed it. It’s nice to be able to show people a bit more of who we are."

As the cameras stopped rolling and the crew began to pack up, you felt a sense of accomplishment. The interview had gone even better than you’d hoped, and you couldn’t wait to see the final result. But more than that, you were grateful for the chance to reflect on your journey with Rafe—how far you’d come as a couple, and how much further you were still excited to go.

After the interview, you and Rafe were led to another part of the studio for a photoshoot. The photographer directed you through a series of poses, capturing the easy intimacy between you. Rafe’s arm was constantly around you, pulling you close, and you found yourself laughing more often than not, his playful remarks easing any lingering nerves.

During a break, as the crew adjusted the lighting, you and Rafe sat together on a loveseat, scrolling through your phones and chatting about the day’s events.

“This has been fun,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “It’s nice to be able to share a bit of our story with the world.”

Rafe kissed the top of your head. “Yeah, it’s been a good day. And I’m glad we got to do it together. I can’t imagine doing this kind of thing with anyone else.”

You smiled, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “Neither can I.”

As you continued to sit there, a comfortable silence settling between you, you couldn’t help but reflect on how far you had come as a couple. From co-stars to best friends, and now husband and wife—it had been a journey full of ups and downs, but it had only strengthened your bond.

That evening, back at home, you and Rafe decided to unwind with a quiet dinner together. The table was set with candles, and the soft hum of jazz played in the background. You talked about everything and nothing, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company.

After dinner, you curled up on the couch together, scrolling through social media and watching as the first clips of your interview started to surface online. Fans were already commenting on how in love you both seemed, how genuine your connection was.

You paused the video when the question about kids came up again. “Do you think people will ever stop asking us about this?” you asked, half-joking.

Rafe chuckled, pulling you closer. “Probably not. But I don’t mind. It means people care about us and our future. And honestly, I’m excited about it too—when the time comes.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with love. “Me too. But for now, I’m happy with just us.”

He smiled, his eyes reflecting the same warmth you felt. “Me too.”

You snuggled closer, feeling contentment wash over you. The future was a vast, unknown expanse, but with Rafe by your side, you knew it would be filled with love, laughter, and countless more memories to treasure.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, wrapped in Rafe’s arms, secure in the knowledge that whatever came next—whether it was starting a family or continuing to chase your dreams together—you were ready to face it together.

And that was all that mattered.

your last one shot about them being actors was so fun!! do you know how vogue or gq does those how well do you know your partner video? maybe they could do it? or the reader does a vogue beauty secrets video and rafe intervenes accidentally

oooooh that’s a great ideas anon, thank you for send in!!

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pairing: rafe cameron x actress!reader summary: vogue invites you to participate in their popular “secret beauty” series, where you’ll share your personal beauty routine on camera. filming alone in the comfort of your home, you’re deep into your routine when your husband, rafe, accidentally interrupts the shoot. what follows is a light-hearted and playful exchange between the two of you, filled with the kind of easy affection and banter that defines your relationship. rafe’s unexpected appearance adds a layer of fun and warmth to the video, showcasing not only your beauty secrets but also the loving dynamic between you and rafe. warning: english is not my native language. fluff au: like, reblog and comment are much appreciated. discussion can be send through my ask box, please feel free to send in anything. a sequel to “love, fame and the future” but can be read as a stand alone one-shot. taglist

Afternoon sun streamed through the windows of your living room, casting a warm glow over the sleek, modern décor that you and Rafe had carefully chosen together. The space was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional distant chirp of birds outside. You were alone-well, almost alone-getting ready to film a special “Secret Beauty” video for Vogue.

You’d been thrilled when the invitation came through. As an actor, you were used to being in front of the camera, but this was different. This was personal, an opportunity to share a side of yourself that fans rarely got to see. And doing it in the comfort of the home you shared with Rafe made it even more special.

The crew had sent over the necessary equipment the day before, but you’d opted to set everything up yourself. It felt more intimate that way, just you and the camera. You’d arranged a small vanity area in the corner of the living room, where the light was best. Your collection of beauty products, everything from skincare to makeup was neatly laid out in front of you.

You did a quick check to make sure the camera was positioned correctly, framing the scene just as you wanted. Satisfied, you hit record, flashing a bright smile at the lens.

“Hi, everyone! I’m Y/n Cameron, and welcome to my Vogue Secret Beauty video. Today, I’m going to be sharing my everyday beauty routine with you all. This is what I do to keep my skin looking fresh and my makeup natural, especially when I’m off set or just hanging out at home.”

You reached for the first product on your vanity, a gentle cleanser. “So, I always start with a good cleanse. It’s really important to make sure your skin is clean before you do anything else. I’ve been using this cleanser for a while now, it’s super gentle and doesn’t dry out my skin.”

As you explained, you began applying the cleanser, massaging it into your skin with gentle, circular motions. “I usually spend about a minute doing this, making sure I get every part of my face.”

Once you were satisfied, you reached for a soft towel, patting your face dry. “Next up is toner. This one’s great because it helps balance my skin’s pH and preps it for the rest of my routine. I just put a few drops on a cotton pad and gently sweep it across my face.”

You demonstrated, moving the cotton pad across your skin with care. “It’s really refreshing and makes my skin feel super smooth.”

You paused, letting the toner absorb, and then reached for your favorite serum. “Okay, so this is one of my must-haves. It’s a vitamin C serum that brightens my skin and helps with any dark spots. I just take a few drops and press it into my skin, focusing on areas that need a little extra love.”

As you applied the serum, you glanced at the camera, flashing a playful smile. “Rafe actually loves this stuff too, even though he won’t admit it.”

You laughed softly at the thought, your mind wandering to your husband. He was out at the moment, running some errands, but you knew he’d be back soon. Knowing Rafe, there was a good chance he’d come back while you were still filming, which could make for an interesting and probably hilarious outtake.

“Alright, now that the serum is on, I’m going to follow up with my moisturizer,” you continued, reaching for the jar. “This is super important, especially after applying a serum. It locks in all that goodness and keeps your skin hydrated.”

You scooped out a small amount of the moisturizer and began applying it in gentle upward strokes. “I like to use something lightweight during the day, so it doesn’t feel too heavy under makeup.”

You were just finishing up with the moisturizer when you heard the faint sound of the front door opening and closing. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized Rafe must be back. You kept filming, wondering if he’d notice you were in the middle of something.

Just as you were about to reach for your eye cream, you heard his voice from the hallway. “Babe? I’m back! You won’t believe the traffic out there—”

He appeared in the doorway, stopping short when he saw the camera. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then a slow grin spread across his face.

“Am I interrupting something?” Rafe asked, clearly amused.

You couldn’t help but laugh, turning to face him. “Just a little. I’m filming my Vogue beauty routine.”

Rafe’s grin widened as he walked over, leaning against the doorframe. “Oh, so this is the famous ‘Secret Beauty’ routine? I’ve been dying to know what goes into it.”

“Really?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “You already know most of it. You’ve borrowed half these products at some point.”

He chuckled, moving closer to inspect the array of products on the vanity. “I might have. You’ve got good taste, what can I say?”

You shook your head, still smiling. “Well, since you’re here, do you want to help me with the rest of it? The viewers might enjoy a little guest appearance.”

Rafe looked at the camera, then back at you, feigning a thoughtful expression. “Hmm, I don’t know. Do I have to do anything?”

“Not really,” you said, reaching for your eye cream. “Just look pretty and maybe pass me a couple of things.”

He laughed at that, pulling up a chair next to you. “Alright, I think I can manage that.”

You grinned at the camera, happy to have Rafe by your side. “So, where were we? Oh, right-eye cream. This is essential, especially on days when I haven’t had enough sleep. Just a tiny bit under each eye to help with puffiness and dark circles.”

You dabbed the cream under your eyes as you explained. Rafe watched with interest, occasionally glancing at the camera as if to check if he was doing it right.

“And now,” you said, setting the eye cream down, “we’re moving on to the makeup. I like to keep it light and natural, especially when I’m just hanging out at home.”

Rafe reached for the foundation, holding it up like a game show host presenting a prize. “This is the one, right?”

You laughed, taking it from him. “Yep, that’s the one. It’s really lightweight and gives just enough coverage without feeling heavy.”

As you applied the foundation, Rafe watched, leaning in occasionally to make funny faces at the camera behind your back, which you noticed only through the camera’s reflection. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help laughing.

“Okay, now for some concealer,” you said, reaching for the small tube. “This just goes on any spots that need a little extra coverage.”

Rafe nodded sagely, as if he were learning some deep, important secret. “You know, I’ve got a spot right here,” he said, pointing to a non-existent blemish on his cheek.

You playfully pushed him away. “Very funny.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to learn,” he protested with a grin.

“Sure you are,” you said, blending in the concealer. “Alright, now for a bit of bronzer to warm up the face.”

Rafe picked up the bronzer and handed it to you with a flourish. “Your bronzer, madam.”

You accepted it with a mock curtsey. “Thank you, kind sir.”

As you dusted the bronzer along your cheekbones and forehead, Rafe looked on, clearly entertained. You could tell he was enjoying himself, which made you even more relaxed and playful.

“Next, some blush for a bit of color,” you said, swirling the brush in the blush compact. “Just a little on the apples of the cheeks.”

Rafe tilted his head, studying your technique. “Looks good. You missed a spot, though.”

You paused, mid-swipe, giving him a look. “Really?”

He leaned in, brushing his thumb lightly across your cheek. “Right… here.”

His touch was soft, and you felt your breath hitch slightly, caught off guard by the sudden tenderness. He pulled back with a satisfied smile, leaving you a little flustered, but in a good way.

“Thanks,” you managed, giving him a playful shove. “Now, let’s finish up with some mascara and a bit of lip balm.”

Rafe picked up the mascara, twirling it between his fingers before handing it to you. “Be careful with this one. It’s dangerous.”

You laughed, carefully applying the mascara to your lashes. “I’ll try not to poke my eye out.”

Once your makeup was finished, you reached for your lip balm, applying a quick swipe across your lips. “And that’s it! My secret beauty routine are simple, natural, and easy enough that even Rafe could do it.”

Rafe, who had been leaning back in his chair with a smug grin, feigned mock offense. “Hey, I might just take that as a challenge. Next time, I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, really? I’d love to see that.”

He smirked, leaning closer to the camera as if sharing a secret. “Maybe we should film a ‘Rafe Cameron Beauty Routine’ next. Show everyone how I maintain this rugged charm.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea, shaking your head. “I’m sure your fans would love that. You know, maybe we should actually do it. Could be fun.”

Rafe’s eyes lit up at the thought, clearly entertained by the idea. “You’re on. But you have to be my assistant. I can’t possibly do it alone.”

You grinned, nudging him playfully. “Deal. But only if you promise not to turn it into a comedy routine.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. “No promises, but I’ll try to keep it professional.”

The two of you shared a quiet moment, your laughter fading into comfortable silence as you sat together, Rafe’s arm warm around you. The camera was still recording, capturing the easy affection between you, something that came naturally, whether the cameras were on or not.

Finally, you turned back to the camera, giving the viewers a warm smile. “Well, I think that’s a wrap for today. Thanks so much for joining me on this little behind-the-scenes look at my beauty routine. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.”

Rafe chimed in, his tone playful. “And remember, if you want a real beauty routine, stay tuned for the Rafe Cameron edition.”

You laughed, playfully shoving him again before waving at the camera. “Thanks for watching, everyone! See you next time!”

With that, you reached over and hit the stop button, ending the recording. The red light on the camera blinked off, signaling the end of the shoot. You leaned back in your chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment and a bit of relief that it had all gone smoothly, well, almost.

Rafe stood up, stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied grin. “Not bad, Mrs. Cameron. You’re a natural in front of the camera.”

You smiled up at him, feeling a warm flush at the way he called you by your married name. “Well, I’ve had a bit of practice. But I think you might have stolen the show.”

He chuckled, reaching down to pull you up from your chair. “Hey, I’m just here to support my wife. And maybe sneak in a little screen time.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately, letting him pull you into a hug. “You know, you actually made it a lot more fun. I’m glad you interrupted.”

Rafe’s smile softened as he looked down at you, his hands resting comfortably on your waist. “Yeah? I’m glad too. It’s nice to be part of these little moments with you.”

You rested your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. “Me too. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

For a few moments, the two of you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside your home feeling miles away. It was in these quiet moments that you were reminded of just how lucky you were to have found someone who understood you so completely, who made every moment, whether big or small does feel special.

Rafe finally broke the silence, his voice soft and teasing. “So, how about we celebrate our first Vogue feature with some takeout and a movie? Maybe we can critique my on-camera skills.”

You laughed, pulling back to look up at him. “That sounds perfect. But I think you might just be a natural.”

He grinned, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Only because I have the best partner.”

With that, the two of you started to clean up the vanity, chatting and joking as you put away the beauty products. The light in the room was starting to fade as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything.

As you worked together, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. This was your life now, a life full of love, laughter, and the kind of everyday moments that made everything else worthwhile. And as long as you had Rafe by your side, you knew that every day would be an adventure, filled with more joy than you ever thought possible.

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pairing: rafe cameron x reader

summary: haunted by the memories of the love you once shared. In a chance meeting, the two of you confront your feelings, with you bearing the brunt of the emotional turmoil. | word count: 503

warning(s): english is not my native language. angst, mean rafe, hurtful, heartbreak, unresolved feelings, mature language(?)

au note: a short drabble i wrote based on stay by rihanna, especially when i heard this slowed version for the first time, i almost cried because of how sad the melody is, longing, sadness

You never meant to see him again—not like this, not when you were still so raw. Yet here you were, standing in the middle of his living room, the air thick with the silence that had settled between you both months ago. Rafe’s eyes were the same—blue, piercing, but now carrying a weight they hadn’t before.

“Why did you come?” he asked, his voice low, almost afraid of the answer.

You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest as you struggled to find the words. “I don’t know,” you finally whispered. “I thought I could just… let go. But I can’t, Rafe. I can’t move on.”

Rafe looked away, his jaw clenching. “We broke up for a reason,” he said, though his tone lacked conviction. It was as if he was trying to convince himself as much as you. “We were bad for each other. It had to end.”

“But it wasn’t toxic,” you countered, your voice breaking. “It wasn’t. We just… we loved each other too much, too intensely. It scared us. It scared me.”

His eyes met yours again, and for a moment, you saw the same vulnerability, the same ache that mirrored your own. “You think I don’t know that?” he said, his voice softening. “You think I don’t feel the same way?”

“Then why did we do this?” you cried out, tears welling up in your eyes. “Why did we throw it all away?”

Rafe closed the distance between you in two quick strides, his hands coming to rest on your arms, holding you close but not too close. “Because we didn’t know how to love each other without hurting ourselves,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you. Every single day, I miss you.”

The tears fell then, hot and fast, as you leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hands against your skin. “I don’t know how to stop loving you, Rafe,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I don’t think I ever will.”

He pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a desperate embrace. “Maybe we’re not supposed to stop,” he whispered into your hair. “Maybe we just need time to figure out how to do it right.”

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, searching for the hope you so desperately needed. “Do you think we can?”

Rafe’s thumb brushed away a tear from your cheek, his gaze softening as he nodded. “I don’t know,” he admitted, “but I want to try. For you, for us.”

The uncertainty lingered, but there was a flicker of hope now, a small light in the darkness that had consumed you both. It wasn’t a promise of happily ever after, but it was something—something you could hold onto.

And as Rafe leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that felt like both an apology and a beginning, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, love could find a way.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲/𝐧

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

summary: y/n attends the wedding of her best friend, rafe cameron, and his bride sofia. In a bittersweet moment, she reflects on her deep, unspoken love for rafe as she makes a heartfelt speech during the reception. despite the pain of unrequited love, she stays strong, showing genuine happiness for rafe’s new chapter with sofia. | word count: 1,0k

warning(s): english is not my first language. your point of view, contains themes of unrequited love, emotional vulnerability, and heartache, no happy ending. based on ‘love, rosie’.

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His wedding was perfect, or at least it seemed that way to everyone else. Crisp white flowers adorned every table, soft glow candlelight. Sofia looked stunning in her dress—elegant, poised, and radiant in the way brides should be. I could see why Rafe fell for her. She was the picture of everything he probably wanted. Everything.

I stood in the back of the crowd as they exchanged vows, a bittersweet lump forming in my throat. It was strange, watching someone you love pledge their life to someone else. But I had no choice. This was Rafe. He was my best friend before anything else, and even though I had buried my feelings for him for years, today they seemed to rise up like a tidal wave threatening to crash over me.

I should have told him. Maybe not today. Maybe not even yesterday. But a long time ago, when we were still reckless teenagers, when we stayed up all night laughing at dumb inside jokes, and he looked at me like I was the only one in the room. That’s when I should have said it. That I loved him.

But now, it was too late. Sofia was his future. She stood across from him, gripping his hands, tears of happiness filling her eyes, and all I could do was smile and clap like everyone else. Like the supportive friend I’d been for so long.

The reception flowed with music and laughter, the champagne bubbling like the excitement in the air. I was halfway through a glass of wine when the best man finished his speech, and the MC signaled for me to step up to the microphone. My heart raced as I stood, smoothing my dress and moving to the front.

Rafe shot me a look as I walked up, his familiar crooked grin pulling at the corners of his lips. He was happy, genuinely so. And even though my heart was heavy, I couldn’t let that ruin this moment for him.

The microphone was cool in my hand as I cleared my throat, looking out at the sea of faces, some familiar, some not. Then, I found his eyes—Rafe’s deep blue ones—and took a steadying breath.

“For the people who I haven’t had the pleasure to greet… Hi, I’m Y/n,” I started, my voice sounding steadier than I expected. “Rafe and I have known each other forever. We’ve been through it all together—good times, bad times, and some incredibly embarrassing times. Rafe, for example, can drink to an almost lethal alcohol concentration.”

A few laughs rippled through the crowd, and Rafe chuckled, shaking his head in mock embarrassment. I smiled, feeling the warmth of our shared memories.

“On my 18th birthday, he decided that the best way to celebrate was tequila. Lots and lots of tequila. And while I’m pretty sure we both blocked most of that night from memory, I can confirm that Rafe is, indeed, capable of not remembering an entire evening.”

The room filled with laughter, and even Sofia laughed along, her hand resting gently on Rafe’s arm. I swallowed hard, pushing down the pang in my chest.

“But in all seriousness,” I continued, my tone softening, “choosing the person to share your life with is one of the most important decisions we make. Because if you get it wrong, life can become… well, gray. We both know that well, don’t we, Rafe?” I smiled at him, and for a second, I saw the flicker of understanding in his eyes.

“Your friendship has brought color to my life, and I’ve been lucky enough to have you by my side in some of the darkest moments.” My voice wavered slightly, but I kept going. “I’m the luckiest person in the world for that. And I hope I haven’t ever taken it for granted, though maybe I have at times. Because sometimes, you don’t realize that the best thing that ever happened to you has been right under your nose all along.”

I paused, letting the words hang in the air. Rafe’s smile softened, but I couldn’t tell if he truly understood what I meant. If he’d ever understood how deeply I cared.

“And that’s okay,” I said, more to myself than anyone else. “Because I’ve learned something important: no matter where you are, no matter what you do, or who you’re with, I will always be here for you. I’ll always love you. Like a sister loves her brother, and like a friend loves a friend.”

I saw Rafe’s eyes glisten slightly, and Sofia squeezed his hand tighter, her gaze flicking between us as if trying to decipher something. But it didn’t matter. I couldn’t take back the years of silence. This was his day, not mine.

“I’ll always stand guard for your dreams, Rafe,” I finished, raising my glass. “No matter how far-fetched or impossible they may seem. So, let’s raise a toast to the bride and groom. To Rafe and Sofia Cameron.”

The room echoed my words as everyone lifted their glasses in unison. Rafe smiled at me, a genuine, heartfelt smile that felt like a dagger in my chest. But I smiled back, because that’s what friends do. They celebrate the happiness of the ones they love, even if it’s not their own.

As I sat down, I felt the weight of everything I didn’t say pressing down on me. The laughter and chatter around me blurred into background noise as I stared at my glass, running my thumb along its edge. I was happy for him, truly. But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling of what could have been.

Maybe in another life, it would’ve been me standing beside him. Maybe in another life, I would have told him how I felt long before today. But in this life, I would remain what I always was—his best friend.

With music and dancing and stolen glances, I realized that sometimes… love isn’t about being with someone. Sometimes, love is about letting go, and hoping that they find happiness, even if it’s with someone else.

𝐯𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞

pairing: rafe cameron x kook!reader

summary: you’re a strong, confident, and nobody’s fool—certainly not even rafe cameron’s. when you stumble upon a tape hidden in his room, containing something far more personal than he ever shared with you, it’s not about sofia or the past. it’s about the trust rafe shattered by not telling you. his refusal to be upfront about it breaks something between you, and when you confront him, it becomes clear he’ll do anything to keep you—even when you decide to walk away. but you aren’t going to crumble or let him control you. you move on and live your life, but rafe doesn’t know how to let go. in the end, the choice between holding onto your pride or the fire between you burns brighter than you imagined.

warning(s): toxic relationship dynamics, dark themes (possession, emotional manipulation), strong language, sexual content (18+), emotional intensity. MINOR DNI!

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You sat at the kitchen island in the Cameron household, staring at the coffee in front of you while Rose, Rafe’s stepmom, hummed softly to herself, clearly pleased with her latest floral arrangement. The normalcy of the moment clashed sharply with the unease gnawing at you, but you kept your emotions in check.

“Rafe’s been a bit on edge lately, hasn’t he?” Rose asked, glancing at you from over the top of her cup.

You kept your tone even, despite the knot of unease tightening in your chest. “He’s always like that.”

She gave you a knowing look, the kind that said she’d been through more than she let on. “Sometimes, with people like Rafe, you have to draw a line. Push back when they push too hard.”

You nodded, your fingers curling around the cup in front of you, but you didn’t respond. What could you say? That you knew Rafe’s darker edges better than anyone? That you understood how his secrets ran deeper than he let on, but you thought you’d seen enough of them to know where his limits were?

You excused yourself, leaving Rose in the kitchen as you headed upstairs to his room. It was familiar, the place you’d spent so much time together, but today it felt different. There was something off in the air. Rafe had been distant lately, but you hadn’t pressed him, giving him space to brood, to work out whatever was on his mind.

But today, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

You found yourself in front of his dresser, drawn to it without even thinking. One of the drawers was partially open, and inside, you saw a stack of VHS tapes. Most of them were innocuous—old football games, random recordings of parties, but one caught your eye.

“Rafe & Sofia.” the label read, scrawled in Rafe’s unmistakable handwriting.

Your chest tightened at the sight of his ex’s name, but it wasn’t jealousy that gripped you. It was curiosity. What was he hiding? And why hadn’t he told you about it?

Your fingers moved almost of their own accord, slipping the tape into the player. The screen flickered to life, showing a younger Rafe and Sofia, laughing and carefree on the beach. You could feel the tension knotting in your stomach, but you told yourself it was just a piece of his past. Until the video shifted—suddenly, jarringly intimate.

The camera cut to a bedroom, his bedroom. The footage was raw, unfiltered, and it wasn’t just a casual memory anymore. It was a sextape.

You felt a sickening twist in your gut, your breath catching in your throat. Your heart pounded, not from the act itself, but from the betrayal—the fact that Rafe had kept this, hidden this, and never thought to tell you.

The front door slammed downstairs, and you barely had time to process what you’d seen before Rafe’s footsteps echoed up the stairs.

He walked in, stopping cold when he saw the VHS player running and the tape on the screen. His jaw clenched, and the air between you crackled with tension. “What the hell are you doing?”

You stood up, holding the remote tightly in your hand, your voice sharp but controlled. “I found your tape. Rafe and Sofia’s tape. Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

His face darkened, and he took a step toward you, his posture rigid. “Because it’s not something you needed to know about.”

“Not something I needed to know about?” You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Rafe, you kept this. You hid this. It’s not about Sofia. It’s about you lying to me.”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing as frustration bled into his tone. “I didn’t lie. It’s old, Y/N. It’s from another time. It means nothing.”

“Then why keep it?” you fired back, your voice rising. “If it means nothing, why hide it? You didn’t trust me enough to tell me.”

Rafe’s eyes were hard, his jaw clenched as he spoke. “Because I knew you’d make it into something it’s not. I didn’t want this—didn’t want to deal with this.”

Your anger flared, hot and consuming, but you didn’t let it overpower you. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think I wouldn’t care? Do you still watch it, Rafe? Do you still watch her?”

His face twisted, a mix of frustration and something darker. He didn’t answer, and that silence cut deeper than any confession could have.

“Did you...” you took a steadying breath, your voice colder now. “Did you jerk your fucking self off to it?”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. His eyes locked on yours, and the weight of the question hung heavy between you. Then, he took a step closer, his voice low and dangerous. “No. But it doesn’t matter what you believe. You’re already making up your mind.”

You stared at him, the gravity of his words settling in your chest like a stone. “You didn’t think to tell me. That’s the problem, Rafe. It’s not about jealousy. It’s about trust, and you broke that.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desperation. “I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d walk away.”

You met his gaze, your voice firm. “You know what Rafe, maybe you should’ve thought about that before keeping secrets.”

His hands curled into fists at his sides, and he looked away, breathing heavily. For a long moment, the room was thick with tension, the silence between you louder than words. Then, finally, you spoke again, your voice steady but final. “We’re done, Rafe.”

He froze, his eyes snapping back to yours, dark and intense. “You’re not serious.”

“I am.” Your tone was resolute. “I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me enough to tell the truth.”

Rafe’s expression hardened, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice. “I’m not going to beg, Y/N. If you want to leave, then leave. But I’m not going to keep you.”

You felt the weight of his words, sharp and cutting, but you didn’t falter. “I’m not asking you to.”

Without another word, you turned and walked out of his room, your chest tight with the finality of it all. You passed Sarah in the hallway, her eyes wide with concern as you stormed past her, but you didn’t stop. You didn’t look back.

In the days that followed, you tried to push the pain away. You were strong, and you wouldn’t let Rafe Cameron be the reason you fell apart. You threw yourself into your own life, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you broken. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes on you, the lingering weight of his presence even when he wasn’t around.

He didn’t call, didn’t text, but he was always there. Watching. Waiting.

One night, determined to prove to yourself—and to him—that you were moving on, you went out with a guy you’d been talking to. Ryan was charming, confident, and exactly the distraction you needed. He pulled you close on the dance floor, his hands resting on your hips, his breath warm against your ear as the music pulsed around you.

You knew Rafe was there before you saw him. You could feel his presence, the intensity of his gaze burning into you from across the room. When you finally met his eyes, you saw the fury there, the barely-contained rage simmering beneath the surface.

Ryan leaned down, whispering into your ear. “He’s watching us. Want to make him mad?”

You smirked, leaning into the challenge. “Let him.”

But Rafe wasn’t going to stand by and let it happen. He pushed through the crowd, his jaw clenched, his eyes locked on you with a dangerous intensity. When he reached you, he grabbed your arm, pulling you away from Ryan without a word.

“Let go of me,” you snapped, trying to pull free from his grip.

He didn’t listen. His voice was low and deadly as he growled, “You’re coming with me. Now.”

You jerked your arm out of his grasp, eyes blazing with defiance. “I told you we’re done, Rafe. You don’t get to control me anymore.”

His jaw clenched, the anger swirling in his eyes making him look almost dangerous. But beneath the fury, you could see something else—desperation. He wasn’t just angry; he was terrified of losing you. “I’m not letting you walk away from this,” he bit out, stepping closer, his towering presence casting a shadow over you.

You stood your ground, refusing to be intimidated. “You already did, Rafe. You chose to keep things from me. That’s on you.”

Rafe’s eyes darkened, his breath heavy as he stepped closer until there was barely any space left between you. “You’re really going to throw us away because of one mistakes?”

Your heart twisted painfully, but you didn’t let him see it. “It wasn’t just one mistake. It was a choice. You chose to keep that part of your life hidden from me. If you can’t be honest with me about something like that, then what else are you hiding?”

Rafe stared at you, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths as the tension between you crackled in the air. He ran a hand through his hair, his voice raw as he said, “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react like this. I knew it would hurt you, and I didn’t want that.”

You crossed your arms, your voice cold. “You hurt me more by keeping it from me. Don’t you get that?”

His eyes flickered with frustration, and he took another step toward you, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I fucked up, okay? I know that. But I don’t want to lose you.”

You clenched your fists, feeling your resolve wavering under the weight of his words. “Rafe, I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending that everything’s fine when it’s not.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The sounds of the club seemed to fade away, leaving only the tense silence between you. Then, in a low, almost broken voice, Rafe whispered, “Do you really want to walk away from this? From us?”

You swallowed hard, your emotions a tangled mess. You wanted to stay strong, to walk away and never look back, but the connection between you was undeniable. You still cared about him, despite everything. But could you trust him again?

Rafe’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the touch. “I’ll do anything to fix this, Y/N. Anything. Just tell me what you want.”

Your eyes met his, and for the first time, you saw the vulnerability in his gaze. He wasn’t just angry or desperate—he was scared. Scared of losing you. Scared of being alone.

“I want honesty,” you said quietly. “I want to know that I can trust you.”

Rafe nodded, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. “You can. I’ll prove it to you. I swear.”

For a long moment, you just stood there, the weight of his promise hanging between you. Then, finally, you let out a shaky breath and pulled back, stepping away from his touch. “I need time, Rafe.”

His face softened, and he nodded slowly, though you could see the tension still coiled in his body. “I understand. I’ll give you time. But I’m not giving up on everything we had.”

You swallowed hard, not trusting yourself to say anything else. Without another word, you turned and walked out of the club, feeling his eyes on you the entire time.

Days passed, and despite everything, Rafe kept his word. He didn’t press you, didn’t bombard you with calls or texts. But you knew he was still there, watching, waiting for you to come to him.

The quiet between you felt strange, almost like a storm waiting to break. You found yourself thinking about him more than you wanted to, your mind drifting back to his words, his touch, the raw emotion in his eyes. You missed him, but you weren’t ready to admit that just yet.

Then, one night, as you sat alone in your room, your phone buzzed with a text from him.

Rafe: Can we talk? Please.

You stared at the message for a long moment, your heart pounding. Part of you wanted to ignore it, to stay strong and keep your distance. But another part of you—the part that still cared—wanted to see him, to hear him out.

Against your better judgment, you found yourself replying.

You: Come over.

Rafe showed up at your door within minutes, looking more disheveled than you’d ever seen him. His usual cocky confidence was gone, replaced by something raw and unguarded. He stood in front of you, his shoulders tense, his eyes searching yours.

“I didn’t think you’d let me come,” he admitted, his voice quiet.

You crossed your arms, keeping your face neutral. “You said you wanted to talk.”

Rafe nodded, running a hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving yours. “I messed up, Y/N. I know that. I should’ve told you about the tape. I should’ve trusted you.”

You watched him carefully, your heart beating a little faster at the sincerity in his voice. “Why didn’t you?”

He hesitated, his jaw clenching before he finally answered. “Because I was scared. Scared you’d think I wasn’t over her. Scared you’d leave.”

You frowned, your anger flaring up again. “I’m not Sofia, Rafe. You should’ve known I’m not like that.”

He shook his head, his expression pained. “I know you’re not. That’s why I didn’t want to lose you. But by not telling you, I did the exact thing I was so afraid of.”

You took a deep breath, your emotions swirling inside you. “I can’t promise things will go back to the way they were but you’ll have to earn my trust back.”

Rafe stepped closer, his eyes filled with determination. “I’ll earn your trust back. I don’t care how long it takes.”

You felt your resolve crumbling under the weight of his words, but you forced yourself to stay strong. “I can’t do this alone, Rafe. You need to be better. For both of us.”

He nodded, his voice low but firm. “I will. I swear.”

For a long moment, the silence between you stretched on, thick with tension. Then, without thinking, you reached up and touched his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin.

Rafe exhaled sharply, his eyes closing as he leaned into your touch. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

And in that moment, something inside you softened. Maybe it wasn’t forgiveness yet, but it was a step in the right direction.

Without saying another word, you leaned up and kissed him. The kiss was slow, tentative at first, but it quickly deepened, the fire between you rekindling in an instant. Rafe’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you back with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

You didn’t pull away this time. You let yourself get lost in him, in the way his body pressed against yours, in the way his hands moved over you like he was afraid to let go. It was desperate and raw, but it was also real.

Rafe’s hands slipped under your shirt, his touch warm against your skin as his fingers trailed up your sides, igniting a spark that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. You gasped softly into his mouth, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as he pressed his body against yours, backing you up against the wall.

“Y/N…” he breathed against your lips, his voice low and rough, filled with desire.

You met his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest as you whispered back, “I’m still mad at you.”

Rafe’s eyes darkened, his lips ghosting over your neck as he whispered, “I know.”

But in that moment, the anger between you faded, replaced by something else—something neither of you could deny any longer. His lips found yours again, harder this time, more demanding, as he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. You felt the heat between you growing, the connection too strong to ignore.

Rafe carried you to the bed, his movements slow and deliberate as he laid you down, hovering over you with that same intense look in his eyes. “Let me show you how sorry I am,” he whispered, his voice thick with need.

Your breath caught in your throat as his lips trailed down your neck, his hands sliding lower, gripping your thighs as he tugged at your clothes. You arched into his touch, your body responding to every move, every kiss, as he worshiped you with an intensity that left you breathless.

It wasn’t just about the physical connection. It was about the emotions between you—the trust that had been broken, the anger that still lingered, but also the undeniable love and passion that couldn’t be ignored.

As Rafe’s body moved against yours, as his hands roamed over every inch of your skin, you felt the walls between you begin to crumble. The anger, the hurt—it was all still there, but so was the need. The desire. The love.

You gasped as he pressed deeper into you, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered your name, his voice raw and filled with emotion. “I’ll make it right, Y/N. I swear.”

You didn’t have the words to respond. Instead, you kissed him, pouring everything into that kiss—the frustration, the anger, the love, and the hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different.

That day just you and Rafe moved together in a rhythm that felt both familiar and new, you realized that maybe—just maybe—maybe it was a new beginning.

𝐩𝐨𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

pairing: actor!rafe cameron x actress!reader

summary: after a few months of marriage, actors rafe and you decide to give your fans an intimate glimpse into your lives through a podcast. during the episode, you both share details about your relationship, clear up rumors, and reflect on how their lives have changed since getting married. as you and rafe casually chat about your future, subtle hints about starting a family emerge, creating anticipation about an exciting new chapter in your lives. your love, chemistry, and heartfelt moments shine through, making their bond unmistakable.

warning(s): english is not my native language. fluff, sweet moments, hints of pregnancy(?), intimate and emotional conversation.

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The camera’s red recording light blinked on, signaling the start of something you and Rafe had talked about for weeks. It was your first podcast together—an idea that had sprung up during a quiet evening at home, when both of you had been reflecting on how much your fans adored seeing you two together off-screen. You were both actors, co-stars in several hit films, but it was your real-life relationship that captivated audiences the most. Everyone wanted to know what married life was like for two of Hollywood’s biggest stars.

“Alright, we’re live,” Rafe said, his voice warm and easy as he leaned back in his chair, one arm resting behind you. He always had this effortless charm, and being in front of the camera—whether for work or something personal like this—seemed second nature to him.

You smiled at the camera, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Hey, guys! Welcome to the first episode of In the Limelight with me and my amazing husband, Rafe.” You threw him a playful look, and he grinned in return.

“Yep, we’re finally doing this,” Rafe added, his tone light and casual. “We’ve been talking about starting this podcast for a while now, and after a few months of marriage—and a ton of fan questions—we thought, why not let you all in on what’s really going on with us?”

You both exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the curiosity that had been swirling around your relationship since the moment your engagement was announced, followed by your wedding and now, of course, the inevitable rumors that always followed celebrity couples.

“So,” you began, pulling out your phone where you had saved some of the fan-submitted questions. “Let’s jump right in. First question is a classic: ‘How’s married life treating you two?’”

Rafe chuckled, reaching over to take your hand. “I’ll take this one,” he said, squeezing your fingers gently. “Honestly? It’s been amazing. I mean, I know everyone says the first year is the hardest, but for us, it’s been pretty smooth. I think it helps that we were friends for so long before we got married.”

You nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. “Yeah, I think the fact that we already knew each other so well made the transition easier. We already knew what it was like to work together, to spend crazy hours on set, and to deal with the ups and downs of Hollywood life. But marriage… it’s brought a whole new level of closeness.”

Rafe smiled at you, that sweet, loving look that always made your heart skip a beat. “It’s the little things, you know?” he continued, his voice softening. “Like coming home after a long day of filming and just… being together. We don’t need to do anything fancy. It’s those quiet moments—cooking dinner, binge-watching movies on the couch—that make everything feel right.”

You laughed softly, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment. “Yeah, we’ve definitely embraced the whole ‘stay-at-home’ vibe. It’s funny because people probably think our lives are all red carpets and glamorous events, but the reality is… we love just being home.”

Rafe kissed the top of your head, his arm wrapping around you a bit tighter. “Exactly. It’s about finding peace in the chaos.”

You looked back at the camera, your smile widening. “So, to answer that question—married life has been pretty perfect so far.”

Rafe leaned in toward the mic, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret with the audience. “Well, except for the fact that Y/N snores.”

Your eyes widened in playful shock as you turned to him, smacking his arm lightly. “I do not snore!”

He laughed, raising his hands in defense. “Okay, maybe not ‘snore,’ but you definitely make these cute little noises when you sleep.”

“Nice save,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him. But there was no denying the warmth that filled you when Rafe brought up these intimate, everyday moments. It reminded you of how special your bond truly was.

The questions kept coming in, most of them light and fun. You and Rafe shared stories about working on set together, how you navigated hectic filming schedules, and how you always made time for each other no matter how busy life got.

But then came the question that made both of you pause, even though you’d expected it.

“Alright, here’s one we’ve seen floating around a lot lately,” you said, glancing at Rafe before reading it aloud. “‘There’s been a lot of talk on social media lately about Y/N being pregnant. Can you guys confirm or deny?’”

Rafe let out a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Ah, the baby question. We knew it was coming.”

You smiled softly, feeling the weight of the question settle between you. It wasn’t a complete surprise—rumors had been swirling for weeks now, especially after a few public appearances where you’d been wearing looser outfits. It seemed like everyone was waiting for the announcement, but you and Rafe hadn’t decided if you were ready to share that part of your lives just yet.

“For now,” you began, choosing your words carefully, “we’re just enjoying being married and taking things one step at a time. But…”

Rafe interjected, his voice gentle but firm. “But, yeah, we’ve definitely talked about the future. And when the time is right, we’ll be more than ready for that next chapter.”

You turned to him, catching the way his eyes softened when he talked about the future. It wasn’t the first time you’d had this conversation—late-night talks in bed, lying side by side, imagining what it would be like to have a family. It was something you both wanted deeply, and while you weren’t officially sharing any news, you both knew it was only a matter of time before that dream became a reality.

The fans were sharp—they’d probably pick up on the subtle hints you were dropping. And honestly, you were okay with that. There was a certain excitement in knowing that your fans were part of this journey with you, even if they didn’t know all the details yet.

Rafe glanced at you, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. “We’ve got some pretty big plans for the future,” he said, his voice taking on that playful, teasing tone again. “But we’ll let you guys know when the time comes.”

You laughed softly, leaning against his shoulder with a smile, savoring the moment. The warmth between you two was palpable, even through the screen, and you knew that your fans would feel it, too.

“Yeah,” you added, “we’ll keep you guys posted. But for now, we’re just really happy with where we are.”

Rafe’s hand never left yours, and the way he looked at you, with so much love and tenderness, made your heart flutter. There was no rush—you both knew that when the time was right, everything would fall into place. For now, though, the peace and joy of simply being together were enough.

“And,” Rafe chimed in, a mischievous glint in his eye, “in the meantime, we’ve got plenty of other exciting things going on to keep us busy.”

You gave him a playful nudge. “Oh, you mean like actually doing the dishes? Because that would be pretty exciting.”

Rafe laughed, shaking his head. “Okay, fine, I’ll step up my dishwashing game. But I was talking more about the new projects we’re working on.”

You nodded, turning back to the camera. “Right! So, we do have some big news on the professional front. Rafe just signed on to do this incredible action film, and I’m working on a drama that’s been in the works for a while now.”

Rafe leaned in, clearly proud. “Yeah, Y/N’s got a lead role in a movie that’s going to blow people away. Trust me, I’ve read the script—it’s phenomenal. I’m already jealous of her co-star.”

You laughed at his fake pout, knowing exactly what he meant. “It’s just work, babe,” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“I know, I know,” he said, his voice softening. “But it’s hard not to be a little protective, you know? I’m lucky enough to have you as my wife, so I can’t help it.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss his cheek. “You’re the sweetest. But I promise, no one compares to you.”

He smiled, that signature Rafe grin that made your knees weak even after all this time. “I’m holding you to that.”

As the conversation flowed, you both eased into talking about your careers and the delicate balance of being in the same industry while maintaining a strong, healthy relationship.

“Honestly,” Rafe said, his voice thoughtful, “the biggest challenge has been time. We’re both so busy, and sometimes it’s hard to line up our schedules. But we’ve learned to prioritize our time together. Like, when we’re both home, it’s our time. No work, no distractions—just us.”

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that’s been the key. It’s easy to get caught up in the whirlwind of our careers, but at the end of the day, we’re each other’s biggest supporters. We make it work because we want to.”

Rafe’s hand slid from yours to rest on your knee, a gesture that felt grounding, reassuring. “And we’ve also learned how to compromise. Sometimes that means I’m on set a little longer, and other times, she’s off filming for weeks at a time. But we always find a way to make it work.”

You smiled, thinking about how true that was. There were days when the distance felt hard—especially during long shoots in different countries—but no matter where you were, you always found time to talk, to check in, and to remind each other of what really mattered.

“That’s another question we got a lot,” you said, glancing at your phone. “How do we handle being apart for so long during filming?”

Rafe leaned forward, his eyes serious but soft. “It’s not easy, but it helps that we trust each other completely. I know that no matter where she is or what she’s doing, we’re solid. And we make the most of the time we do have together.”

“Exactly,” you added. “We also try to visit each other on set whenever possible. Even if it’s just for a weekend, those little moments make a huge difference.”

Rafe’s expression turned playful again. “And FaceTime helps. A lot.”

You laughed, nodding in agreement. “Definitely. Technology is a lifesaver.”

The two of you continued to chat about the nuances of your life together—how you balanced fame with privacy, how you navigated the ups and downs of being in the public eye, and how, at the end of the day, your relationship was built on love, trust, and a shared sense of humor.

“So,” Rafe said, glancing at the clock on the wall, “before we wrap up, we have time for one more question.”

You scanned through the remaining questions, your eyes landing on one that made your heart skip a beat. You could feel the weight of it as you read aloud, “‘What’s next for the Camerons? Any big plans for the future?’”

There was a beat of silence between you, a kind of unspoken understanding that hung in the air. You knew what the fans were really asking. They wanted to know about the next chapter in your lives—the one that, while not confirmed, was slowly taking shape in your hearts and minds.

Rafe looked at you, his gaze soft and filled with something deeper, something that made you feel completely seen. He cleared his throat, his hand still resting on your knee. “Well… without giving too much away… we’ve definitely been thinking about the future. And we’re really excited about what’s coming next.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you as you nodded. “Yeah, we have some big things planned. But we’re taking our time and making sure that when the moment’s right, we’re ready.”

Rafe’s eyes flickered with a knowing look, one that only you could interpret. “Let’s just say… the next chapter might be a little more family-oriented.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile wider. The hints were subtle, but you knew your fans would pick up on them. And maybe that was okay. You and Rafe were on the verge of something new, something exciting. And while you weren’t ready to make any big announcements just yet, the thought of it—of starting a family together—was something that filled you both with a sense of joy and anticipation.

As the podcast came to a close, you both thanked your fans for tuning in and promised there would be more episodes to come. Rafe leaned over to turn off the camera, and when the red light finally dimmed, he looked at you with that same loving expression he always had.

“You ready for that next chapter?” he asked, his voice soft, but full of warmth.

You smiled, leaning into him, feeling completely at peace. “With you? Always.”

Rafe kissed your forehead, his arms wrapping around you as you sat there in the quiet of your home studio. The future was bright, and whatever came next, you knew you’d face it together—hand in hand, just like always.

𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing: dad!drew starkey x mom!reader

summary: your 4-year-old son, rustyn, has decided that he needs a sibling—and he’s not shy about telling everyone. from grandparents to cartoons, rustyn finds a way to make his wish known, much to the amusement of you and drew.

warning(s): english is not my native language. pure fluff, toddler curiosity, family humor, and loving reflections on parenthood.

au: like, reblog and feedbacks are much appreciated. taglist | tagging: @rafeyslamb @tracymbcm @enjoymyloves @akobx @rubixgsworld @xoxohoneymoongirl @mileyraes @maybankslover @noobmazter69 @littlelamy @wearemadeofstardust0 @xoxosblogsblog @saviorcomplexrry @bisexualcvnt @stuffyownswrld @anamiad00msday @httpsdrewstarkey

It was the kind of peaceful morning that felt like a small luxury—quiet, warm, and full of simple, slow moments. Drew was seated next to you, scrolling through his phone with a relaxed expression, while your 4-year-old son, Rustyn, was already up and playing in the living room.

The sound of toy trucks rolling across the floor accompanied Rustyn’s imaginative play as he created stories for his toys, his little voice full of excitement. You smiled to yourself, feeling your heart swell at the simple joy of hearing him play. Life had become so much sweeter since Rustyn had arrived—a bundle of curiosity, energy, and love wrapped into one tiny human. You and Drew often marveled at how quickly Rustyn seemed to grow, learning new things each day and filling your home with laughter.

The peace of the morning, however, was soon interrupted as Rustyn toddled into the kitchen, clutching his favorite stuffed bear in one hand and dragging it behind him. His expression was serious, a little too serious for a 4-year-old, and it instantly caught your attention.

Climbing up onto Drew’s lap with determination, Rustyn placed his tiny hands on his father’s chest, his wide blue eyes staring intently up at him. “Dada,” Rustyn said, his voice laced with that innocent curiosity that always made your heart melt.

Drew blinked, setting his phone down and wrapping his arms around Rustyn. “What’s up, buddy?” he asked, smiling as he brushed a hand through Rustyn’s messy morning hair.

Rustyn shifted slightly, adjusting his grip on Drew’s shirt as if he had something very important to say. His voice was sweet but serious as he finally spoke again. “Dada, can I have a baby?”

Both you and Drew froze for a moment, your eyes widening as you processed the unexpected request. You had expected him to ask for another story or maybe breakfast, but a baby?

You exchanged a quick glance with Drew, both of you barely containing your laughter. Rustyn, however, remained completely serious, his innocent eyes blinking up at his dad, waiting for an answer.

“A baby?” Drew repeated, trying to hide his amusement. “You mean like a baby doll, Rusty?”

Rustyn shook his head quickly, his little brow furrowing in frustration. “No, Dada,” he said with the kind of determination only a toddler could muster. “I want a real baby. A baby brother or a baby sister.”

You nearly choked on your coffee, coughing lightly as you set your mug down and stared at Drew in disbelief. Drew, still holding Rustyn, raised his eyebrows in surprise, clearly caught off guard.

“Buddy,” Drew began, trying to navigate the situation delicately, “that’s… well, that’s not something we can just get right away.”

Rustyn looked confused, his big eyes darting between you and Drew. “Why not?” he asked, as if the concept of not being able to have a baby immediately was beyond comprehension.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh at how earnest Rustyn sounded. It was clear that he had no idea how big of an ask this was. And yet, his innocence made the situation all the more adorable.

Drew glanced at you, his eyes pleading for backup. You took a deep breath, deciding to step in and explain.

“Well, sweetie,” you began, leaning forward slightly to meet Rustyn’s gaze, “babies take time. They don’t just show up like toys or presents. It’s something Mommy and Daddy have to decide together, and then we have to wait.”

Rustyn’s expression softened slightly, but the determined look didn’t leave his face. “But I want one now,” he said, his voice filled with the kind of pure, heartfelt longing that made you want to scoop him up and promise him the world.

Drew chuckled softly, bouncing Rustyn gently on his lap. “I get that, bud,” he said, his tone affectionate but firm. “But like Mommy said, babies take time.”

Rustyn pouted, his tiny lips forming a small frown as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t wanna wait,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You exchanged another glance with Drew, both of you clearly realizing that this was only the beginning of the conversation. Rustyn wasn’t the type to let things go easily, especially when he set his heart on something. And from the look on his face, it was clear that Rustyn had already decided that having a sibling was at the top of his list.

Drew sighed softly, leaning down to kiss the top of Rustyn’s head. “How about we talk about this later, okay? Let’s get through today first.”

Rustyn nodded reluctantly, though it was obvious he wasn’t fully convinced. He slid off Drew’s lap and padded back into the living room, but not before turning back to you both with one last, pleading look.

“I really want a baby,” he said again, his voice full of hope.

You smiled, feeling your heart melt at his innocence. “We’ll think about it, baby,” you promised, knowing that this was going to be a long conversation.

As the days passed, Rustyn’s request for a sibling didn’t fade. In fact, it became a constant part of your conversations—at the breakfast table, during bedtime stories, and even when you were out running errands. It seemed like everywhere Rustyn went, he found a way to bring up babies.

One day, while you were grocery shopping together, Rustyn spotted a woman pushing a stroller with a newborn inside. His eyes lit up instantly, and before you could stop him, he was tugging on your hand and pointing eagerly at the stroller.

“Mommy, look! A baby!” Rustyn exclaimed, his voice full of excitement. “Can we get one too?”

You laughed softly, gently guiding him away from the woman and her baby, who thankfully hadn’t heard him. “Rustyn, sweetie, we’ve talked about this,” you reminded him. “Babies don’t just show up like that.”

Rustyn’s face scrunched up in frustration, and he pouted. “But I want one,” he said, his voice filled with longing.

You sighed, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “I know you do, baby. But you have to be patient.”

Rustyn let out a small, frustrated sigh but nodded, clearly not happy with the answer. “Okay,” he mumbled, though you could tell he was still thinking about it.

The next time Rustyn brought up the topic was during a family dinner at Drew’s parents’ house. You, Drew, Rustyn, and Drew’s parents—Todd and Jodi—were gathered around the table, enjoying a relaxed meal together. The conversation was light, filled with laughter and stories, until Rustyn, who had been playing with his food, suddenly spoke up.

“Gigi?” Rustyn asked, his voice full of curiosity as he turned to Jodi.

Jodi smiled warmly at her grandson, always eager to listen to whatever was on his mind. “Yes, sweetie?”

“Can I have a baby brother or sister?” Rustyn asked innocently, his wide blue eyes blinking up at her.

The room fell into a stunned silence as everyone processed Rustyn’s question. Todd choked on his water, coughing lightly as he shot you and Drew an amused look. Jodi’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she quickly recovered, giving Rustyn a sweet smile.

“Well, Rusty, that’s something you’ll have to ask your mommy and daddy about,” Jodi said with a soft chuckle, clearly trying not to laugh.

“I already did,” Rustyn replied earnestly, his little face serious. “But they said I have to wait. I don’t wanna wait, Gigi. I want a baby now.”

Todd let out a loud laugh, clearly enjoying the conversation. “Sounds like someone’s eager to be a big brother, huh?”

Rustyn nodded vigorously, his little face lighting up with excitement. “Yeah! I’ll share my toys and read them stories!”

You and Drew exchanged a look of amusement mixed with slight embarrassment. It was clear that Rustyn wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon, and now he was dragging everyone else into his mission.

“Well, Rusty,” Drew began, his tone gentle but firm, “we’ve talked about this, buddy. Babies take time, remember?”

Rustyn huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he pouted. “But I don’t wanna wait.”

Jodi laughed softly, patting Rustyn’s back. “Patience is a good thing to learn, Rusty,” she said kindly. “You’ll have to trust Mommy and Daddy to know when the time is right.”

Rustyn nodded, though he still didn’t look completely satisfied. “Okay,” he mumbled, clearly frustrated by the lack of immediate results.

Todd chuckled, ruffling Rustyn’s hair. “You’ll make a great big brother one day, kiddo.”

Rustyn’s persistence didn’t stop there. One evening, while the three of you were cuddled up on the couch watching a cartoon, Rustyn spotted a baby character on the screen. His eyes widened with excitement, and he turned to you and Drew, tugging on Drew’s sleeve.

“Dada! Look! A baby!” Rustyn exclaimed, pointing at the TV. “Can we get one like that?”

Drew laughed, shaking his head as he wrapped his arm around Rustyn’s shoulders. “Rusty, we’ve talked about this,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. “Babies don’t work like that.”

“But I want one,” Rustyn pouted, his big blue eyes looking up at Drew with a mix of confusion and determination. “I’ll take care of them, I promise!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, leaning in to kiss the top of Rustyn’s head. “Sweetheart, I know you’re excited about the idea of a baby. But you have to be patient, okay? Babies don’t happen right away.”

Rustyn sighed dramatically, his tiny shoulders slumping as he settled back against Drew’s chest. “Okay,” he mumbled, though you could tell he was still thinking about it.

Drew gave you a playful look over Rustyn’s head, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Looks like we’re in trouble here,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.

You grinned, shaking your head. “He’s not going to let this go anytime soon, is he?”

Drew sighed softly, ruffling Rustyn’s hair. “Nope. He’s determined. We might have to start planning.”

Rustyn perked up at the word “planning,” his eyes wide with hope. “Does that mean we’re getting a baby soon, Dada?”

Drew chuckled, pulling Rustyn into a hug. “Maybe, buddy. Maybe one day.”

Rustyn grinned, clearly satisfied with that answer—for now. “Okay! I can’t wait!”

That night, after Rustyn had finally fallen asleep, you and Drew sat together on the couch, reflecting on the day’s events. Drew had his arm around your shoulders, and you leaned against him, both of you laughing softly at how persistent Rustyn had been about wanting a sibling.

“Can you believe how determined he is?” you asked, smiling as you snuggled closer to Drew. “He’s never been this focused on anything before.”

Drew laughed, resting his chin on top of your head. “I know. It’s pretty sweet, though. He just wants someone to share his world with.”

You smiled, nodding as you thought about Rustyn’s pure heart. “He’d make an amazing big brother,” you said softly, your voice filled with affection.

Drew squeezed your hand, his expression softening. “He really would,” he agreed. “And, you know… I wouldn’t mind giving him that one day.”

You looked up at Drew, your heart swelling with love. “One day?”

Drew nodded, his smile warm and full of love. “Yeah. I mean, we’ve got a pretty great thing going here, don’t we?”

You grinned, leaning up to kiss him softly. “We do,” you whispered.

As you sat there in the quiet of the evening, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, you couldn’t help but think about the future—the possibility of growing your family even more. Rustyn’s sweet persistence had sparked something in both of you, and though it might not happen right away, you knew that when the time was right, you’d be ready.

For now, though, you were more than happy to enjoy these moments—the love, the laughter, and the joy of having Rustyn in your life.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

pairing: sweet!rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: you and rafe have known each other for years, despite being from opposite sides of the social spectrum on the outer banks. while you’ve always been a pogue and he’s a kook, there’s always been a connection between the two of you, one that has deepened into friendship over the years. but when rafe shows up at your parents’ house one day with a bouquet of your mom’s favorite flowers, asking for permission to take you on a date, it becomes clear his feelings for you run deeper than you ever expected.

warning(s): english is not my native language. fluff, friends-to-lovers, pogue vs. kook tension, supportive parents, a kind and sweet rafe cameron.

au: like, reblog and feedback are much appreciated, actually i wrote this for drew but i though oh why not a sweet rafe for this. taglist | tagging: @rafeyslamb @tracymbcm @enjoymyloves @akobx @rubixgsworld @xoxohoneymoongirl @mileyraes @maybankslover @noobmazter69 @littlelamy @wearemadeofstardust0 @xoxosblogsblog @saviorcomplexrry @bisexualcvnt @stuffyownswrld @anamiad00msday @httpsdrewstarkey

The Outer Banks was always divided—two worlds coexisting on the same stretch of sand and water, yet so far apart. The Pogues, like you, lived on the south side, where hard work, loyalty, and tight-knit community defined your way of life. The Kooks, like Rafe Cameron, lived on the north side, where money, power, and status were everything. Growing up, those lines were clear, and you were taught to stay on your side of them. Yet, as you got older, you began to realize that not all Kooks fit the mold.

Rafe was different.

He wasn’t the Rafe that the rest of the world saw—the Rafe who threw parties at Tannyhill, who had a reputation for getting into fights or drinking too much. With you, he was kind, thoughtful even. You had known each other for years, despite the social divide. It started with brief conversations on the docks or passing each other on the beach. But somehow, over time, those small exchanges turned into something more. Late-night talks when no one was around, shared glances across bonfires, and moments when it felt like the world around you faded away.

Still, you both kept it platonic—safe, avoiding the possibility of crossing a line that might complicate your lives. After all, what would people think? A Pogue and a Kook? No one would understand. But that didn’t stop the quiet tension that always seemed to linger between you two, the way his hand would hover just a little too close to yours, the way his eyes followed you when he thought you weren’t looking.

You had convinced yourself that Rafe was just being a good friend. That his kindness didn’t mean anything more than that. But everything changed the day he showed up at your parents’ house.

It was a warm afternoon, your mom sat at the table with her cup of coffee. Your dad was nearby, flipping through the latest fishing magazine, savoring the rare quiet weekend. The sound of the doorbell suddenly interrupted the peaceful atmosphere, drawing your dad’s attention.

“Who could that be?” your mom mused aloud, glancing toward the door.

Your dad stood up with his usual slow, deliberate pace, not expecting anyone. He made his way to the door and opened it, only to find Rafe Cameron standing on the front porch. Rafe, with his light brown hair and piercing blue eyes, looked as out of place as ever in your Pogue neighborhood. He held a bouquet of gardenias in his hand, the white petals stark against the casual but expensive clothing he wore.

Your dad blinked in surprise, not expecting to see him here. “Rafe?” he asked.

Rafe smiled, but there was a nervous edge to it. He’d been here before, of course—your parents knew him, albeit from a distance. He wasn’t a stranger, but he certainly wasn’t someone they saw frequently outside of the occasional gatherings. Still, Rafe had always been respectful, polite. And today, something in his expression told your dad that this visit wasn’t just a casual drop-by.

“Hey, Mr. Y/L/N,” Rafe greeted, shifting the flowers in his hand. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Your dad tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. “Not at all. Come on in, son,” he said, stepping aside and holding the door open.

Rafe walked inside, his gaze sweeping over the familiar interior of your home, which was far smaller and cozier than his sprawling family estate, Tannyhill. The warmth of the space, the lived-in feeling, was a sharp contrast to the cold elegance of his house. That’s what he always liked about coming here. It felt real.

Your mom appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, a curious look on her face when she saw Rafe standing in the foyer. “Rafe Cameron,” she said, her tone lifting in surprise.

“What brings you here? Is everything alright?”

Rafe smiled politely, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the nervous energy beneath his cool exterior.

“Everything’s fine, Mrs. Y/L/N,” he assured her. He lifted the bouquet in his hands and offered it to her. “These are for you. Y/N told me once that gardenias were your favorite.”

Your mom blinked in surprise, her lips parting slightly before a smile spread across her face. “Oh, Rafe,” she said softly, reaching for the flowers. “You didn’t have to. They’re beautiful.”

Rafe’s smile relaxed, his nerves easing a bit. “I just wanted to bring something.”

Your mom took the bouquet and inhaled the sweet scent of the gardenias. “You’re too kind, Rafe,” she said, her voice full of warmth.

“I’ll put these in a vase. Y/N’s always telling me how thoughtful you are.”

Rafe chuckled lightly, his eyes softening at the mention of you.

“She talks about you all the time too.”

Your dad, who had been observing the exchange quietly, leaned back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms as he gave Rafe an appraising look. “So, Rafe, what brings you by? You and Y/N got plans today?”

At the question, Rafe’s heart skipped a beat. This was the moment he had been preparing for, the reason his palms were sweating despite his efforts to stay calm. He straightened slightly, taking a deep breath before answering.

“Actually,” he began, his voice steady but filled with a quiet intensity, “I came here to talk to you both about something. About Y/N.”

Your parents exchanged a look, their curiosity deepening. Your mom set the vase on the counter, her attention fully on Rafe now.

“Go on,” your dad said, his tone neutral but not unkind.

Rafe swallowed, his eyes flicking briefly toward the floor before meeting your dad’s gaze again. He wasn’t used to feeling vulnerable like this, but he knew he had to do this. He had to be honest, not just for himself but for you.

“I’ve known Y/N for a long time,” Rafe said, his voice calm but carrying the weight of his emotions.

“And she’s always been important to me. We’ve been friends for years, but over time, I realized that what I feel for her isn’t just friendship anymore.”

Your mom’s expression softened as she listened, her maternal instincts kicking in as she sensed the sincerity in his voice.

Rafe continued, his gaze steady but full of emotion. “I care about her, more than I ever thought I could care about anyone. And I didn’t want to move forward without talking to you first—without getting your permission.”

The room fell into a brief but meaningful silence as your parents processed his words. Rafe stood there, feeling the weight of the moment, knowing that this was more than just asking permission for a date. It was about showing respect—not just to you, but to your family, to the life you had built on the south side of the island, so different from his own.

“I know there’s a lot of history between Pogues and Kooks,” Rafe added, his voice softening, “but I don’t care about any of that. I just care about her. And I promise, if you give me a chance, I’ll do everything I can to make sure she’s happy.”

Your mom smiled softly, her eyes shining with affection. She had always liked Rafe, despite his background. She had seen the way he looked at you, the way he treated you with care and respect. And more than that, she knew you cared about him too, even if you hadn’t admitted it to yourself yet.

“Rafe,” she said gently, “you’ve always been a good friend to Y/N. And I can see that you’re serious about this.”

Your dad, who had remained quiet for a moment longer, nodded thoughtfully. He wasn’t blind to the tension between the Pogues and the Kooks, nor to the complications that could come with crossing those lines. But he also wasn’t blind to the fact that Rafe, despite his wealth and status, had always treated you with kindness. And as a father, that meant more to him than any social divide.

“Rafe,” your dad said, stepping forward, “if you’re sure about this—about her—then you’ve got my permission. But remember, this isn’t just a casual thing. If you’re serious, you’d better be ready to prove it.”

Rafe’s heart swelled with relief and gratitude. He had expected this to be difficult, but the approval in your dad’s voice, the trust in your mom’s eyes—it meant more to him than he could put into words.

“I am,” Rafe said, his voice filled with sincerity. “I’ll take care of her. I promise.”

Your dad extended his hand, and Rafe took it, the handshake firm and full of unspoken understanding. Your mom smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with affection as she watched the exchange.

Just then, the sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the house. Your parents turned toward the door, and Rafe’s heart skipped a beat as you walked in, the sunlight streaming in behind you. You had just returned from the docks, your hair slightly tousled from the wind and your skin warm from the sun. You kicked off your shoes and set your bag down by the door before looking up.

“Hey, everyone,” you greeted, smiling as you stepped inside. Your eyes landed on Rafe, and your smile faltered slightly in confusion. “Hey, Rafe Cameron? What are you doing here?”

Your mom exchanged a knowing glance with your dad before turning to you with a warm smile. “Oh, nothing, sweetheart. Rafe was just stopping by to chat. Why don’t you two go sit in the living room for a bit?”

Your heart did a little flip in your chest as you looked between Rafe and your parents. Something was definitely up. There was a tension in the air, a kind of nervous energy that made your stomach flutter with anticipation. You had known Rafe long enough to know when he was holding something back.

“Uh, okay,” you said, your voice uncertain as you led Rafe into the living room. You sat down on the couch, motioning for him to join you. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, and your mind raced, trying to figure out what was going on.

Rafe sat beside you, his hands resting on his knees as he took a deep breath. He turned to face you, his blue eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away.

“Y/N,” Rafe began, his voice soft but steady, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat as you watched him. Rafe had always been sweet to you, always treated you differently than the other Kooks, but you had never let yourself believe it could be anything more than friendship. After all, you were a Pogue, and he was a Kook. That was just how it was. But the look in his eyes now—it made you wonder if maybe you had been wrong all along.

“I care about you,” Rafe said, his voice low and full of emotion. “More than I’ve ever cared about anyone. And I know we come from different worlds, but that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him, your mind reeling. Was this really happening? Rafe Cameron, one of the most popular Kooks on the island, was sitting in your living room, confessing that he had feelings for you.

“I talked to your parents before you got here,” Rafe continued, his hand reaching out to gently take yours. “I asked for their permission to take you out on a date. I wanted to do this the right way.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as his words sank in. Rafe wasn’t just confessing his feelings—he was showing you, in every way possible, that he was serious about this, about you.

“So,” Rafe said softly, his thumb gently brushing over the back of your hand, “will you go out with me, Y/N? On a real date?”

A tear slipped down your cheek, but you were smiling, your heart swelling with emotion as you nodded. “Yes, Rafe. I’d love to.”

Rafe’s face lit up with a smile that could have melted your heart on the spot. He leaned in, his forehead resting gently against yours as he let out a soft, contented sigh.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

As you sat there, your hands intertwined and your hearts beating in sync, you realized something: maybe the lines between Kooks and Pogues didn’t matter as much as you had once thought. Maybe love was bigger than the social divide that separated your worlds.

And with Rafe, you were ready to find out.

smthn w hoodies

h o o d i e s

fandom- outer banks

pairing(s)-rafe cameron

a/n: tso i've never written for him and the request is not very specific. y'all are free to request them again w different characters. i haven't really seen anyone in obx wearing hoodies but anyway, here it is requests are open luv, thai

requested- yes

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

warnings- none i think-

Rafe found himself in Mr. Bellingham's radar again. he's always been in his radar. but today wasn't a reason he'd believe since you would never do anything of assort with the likes of the Cameron

His best guess was that he had a moment of self reflection in the hallways.

Cameron and you had a very strange relationship, where one or the other would do a 180 when seeing the other's face. just because both of you are childish with their nurturing crushes.

You had no idea what gave you the courage to pull something like that on him, but it's been a while since he's been gawking, why not.

With a pull on Rafe's hand, both of you were in an empty classroom, him against the door in sheer surprise.

You pulled him closer with the fabric of his hoodie over his head with inches between you

who wears a hoodie in this weather?

His faces were tilted as if to kiss you, noses barley apart. you hand trailed down from the hood to the strings and tugged, closing the gap of his lips and yours with the light fabric.

But Rafe Cameron was in it now, his confidence barged in and was ready to devour. he did not bother to undo the knot, nope, he reached his hand under the cloth and pulled it off completely. leaving him shirtless and you probably breathless.

he held the sleeves in his arms and pulled you in by the hoodie. at this point you were closer and looked like a tomato.

he had an eyebrow raised, smirk plastered on his stupidly gorgeous face

is this how you want to play doll?

a m o r i s t

fandom- outer banks

pairing(s)-rafe cameron

a/n: heyya, so its been a while since I've done him and i was scrolling through Pinterest and i saw this trope and fell in love. amorist defines someone in love and it felt a perfect way to describe soft and mushy rafe. as always, my requests are always open for your thoughts and stories, with lots of love, tiya

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

warnings- its just fluff, my soft rafe, denying kisses

Rafe Cameron had a lovely habit of always needing to keep his hands busy. He'd love fiddling to jerking his fingers wherever he could. But lately? he quite enjoyed braiding your hair.

Rafe and undid your ponytail and shook out your hair. He had finished up brushing it. He would do it with so much caution and care so you'd never feel an ounce of pain. He'd thread his hand through your hair ever so gently with his nimble fingers.

You had placed your head on his lap, engrossed in a movie while his skillfully played with strands of your hair. He wouldn't pay much attention to the screen since his thought always go back to your hair. he was enchanted and absolutely adored it. it was soft and just so pretty and satisfying to touch.

Rafe looked so pretty with all his concentration centered in making your hair look lovely. you just had to lean in for a kiss, just one.

you tipped your jaw to make contact with his face above yours just for him to shrug it off. he quickly placed a kiss to your cheek.

you had lips, it wouldn't hurt for him to notice once in a while. him and his stupid face.

"Shh, stop fussing baby. Lemme finish braiding your hair and I'll kiss you forever alright?"

Swish, brush, twine, swish, brush, twine, over and over again, your eyes began to droop as you tried to will yourself awake once more, but to no avail, you had fallen asleep in his arms, and when you'd woken from slumber, you found his arms wrapped around you, as he was fast asleep, two perfect braids sitting like a crown on your head.

o r p h i c

fandom- outer banks

pairing(s)- rafe cameron

a/n: hellolo, i'm so sorry i deleted the request, it was very clumsy of me. the anonymous had asked for me to write about how both rafe and you seemed to hate each other but keeps each other in their minds throughout the day. one leads to another and they end up confessing thankyou for requesting, i hope you indulge your stories with me to write them out for you in the future with love, tiya

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

summary: you looked so pretty, how could rafe resist a bite?

requested- yes

warnings- unestablished relationship, hateful but secretly in love, "love", "sweetheart", mentions of satan-?

Midsummers carried the bright, enliven days with the aroma of freedom and warmth, but here you were stuck at some barbeque enlightened by the presence of bloody Rafe Cameron.

it annoyed you how he was so aggressive and a devil of a narcissist who walked around as if he owned the world. But what pissed you off the most was how in every crowd you'd search for him, how you often thought about his stupid hair and his stupid face and how his arms looked so fine with his sleeves rolled up.

How could i be so dual?

you'd assume one would steer themselves from dangerous situations such as interacting with a hot headed Cameron who could fuck you up in more ways than one.

You were helping Wheezie collect seashells for her castle when he strolled in to the sand with his hands shoved in his pockets, confidence following him like an obedient dog.

"need her for a minute, dad said to let her tag on" he so nonchalantly expressed the reason of his prescence.

wiping the sand from your calves, you slid on your slippers and followed him. It was always necessary to be cautious with Rafe, you never knew what he was thinking. but at the same time, why did he look like that? like the angels envied the looks of the devil, even though they were to stay away, that smile pulled you on.

you both had gone a good few meters out of sight when he harshly twisted you around by your hand, pushing your back towards the cement wall. his right hand was hugging your waist while his knee was firmly placed between your thighs.

fuck

your heart was hammering and your legs were ready to turn into absolute mush when he was Infront of you.

"who said you could look so pretty huh?"

fuck it, who could resist the devil when he decides to take form of Rafe Cameron?

you lifted his chin and closed the space between him, your hands through his hair as you could feel yourself fall in rhythm.

he pulled back

oh

"I'm so sorry oh my god, I shouldn't have done that I'm so sorry, I-"

"darlin" he covered his eyes with a hand

" if you don't want to talk to me ever again I get it-"

"sweetheart"

"I'm just so-"

you were very rudely interrupted as he lowered his head, pulled you by your shirt and kissed you again.

OH

m i s c h e v i o u s

fandom- outer banks

pairing(s)- rafe cameron

a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite bois

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

requested- yes

warnings- none i think-

Rafe Cameron was a leader, someone with initiative, someone who was adamant about fixing it before it became a problem. And when you caught his gaze, he knew there was going to be a problem. You looked beautiful, you really did, absolutely captivating. he just knew that tonight won't end without a taste.

he knew what you were expecting for a reaction. and if you thought he was going to get down on his knees and do whatever you wanted to him, then you were absolutley right.

if you wanted to play, then fine. but he assumed by now that you would know better than to stay out of things you wouldn't win

his arm grazed your thigh, running shivers down your bare thigh uncovered by the slit in your dress.

fuck

"i missed you so much. you can't even comprehend"

it had only been a week.

you could not win, not when he looks like god and especially when he had a to-do list. the only item left for tonight was you. his hand kept going higher as the more people began to drown their drinks and dance.

"oh god" you moaned.

"not god sweetheart," he said before adjusting his fingers a bit deeper,"Rafe."

"baby, keep quiet, or imma have to go harder don't I"

credit: @ageofsam

[literal inspiration to not delete this blog]

R A F E C A M E R O N M A S T E R L I S T

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

"mischievous"

rafe cameron was someone who takes initiative, so he wouldn't hesitate in fixating on you for the rest of the night, trying to win you over after a fight

warnings- unintentional background of a dispute before this takes place, reader has been away for a week, vulgar thoughts, vulgar language, teasing, ignoring partner

"orphic"

who could resist the devil's kiss when he decides to take form of Rafe Cameron?

warnings- expression of rafe's undying love for a sofa, close proximity, established relationship, sleepy rafe,

"halycon"

Rafe just absolutely adored his sofa to no ends even with its old covers and worn out figure but a small one, what a lovely excuse to keep you closer cause he wouldn't want his girl to have a fall of the edge while they slept of.

"amorsit"

just a soft rafe plaiting your hair

warnings- to be honest this a very soft one, lovey dovey rafe, soft rafe, uh mentions of reader having hair (questioning my life with these warnings istg)

"hoodies"

you provide a tease, he provides an earthquake in your stomach between classes

warnings- confident reader, slight tease if you squint looking through a magnifying glass I suppose, I suppose it has a theme of leading rafe on, unestablished relationship, pretending not to be in love with each other (that's the real headache), both are in school