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‘Who Really Cares..?‘

MINI SERIES BLURB

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warnings | This series will contain:

toxic enemies with benefits, mentions of dub con + light smut, physical and mental abuse, manipulation, dark themes, fluff + angst, (will add more warnings if needed)

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It started at a party. You met Rafe, he was charming as per usual. He is a kook prince, so it wasn’t really surprising. After a few drinks, before you knew it, you were in his mansion, in his bedroom hooking up.

It was unintentional. You didn’t think that one hook up would lead to you two being friends with benefits.

But who really cares..?

Could you even call it friends? I mean. He was a total complete douche.

For example, after you guys fucked he would get up like nothing happened and put his clothes back on. Usually he would hop in the shower for a long 20 minutes and expect you to be gone.

On other occasions, he would fall asleep; even when you fell asleep with him, he didn’t really mind it as he knew you’d be gone in the morning anyways.

Sometimes he would call you over just to rant. His rants usually consisted of his father and/or random girls he was with which he had broken up with in the span of weeks or even says. Then that rant would lead to heavy sex which would only be for his benefit.

Whenever you wanted him over, you’d always pick out your favourite lace sets to show off to him.

It’s not like you liked him like that, it’s just that it’s sometimes comforting to have a males opinion on your lingerie and how sexy you look on a scale from 1-10.

Your parents were semi-rich. Your mum was a kook and your dad was a pogue. Even though you lived on figure eight, you sometimes enjoyed going down to the cut to go and hang out with your other friends. (Who Rafe didn’t like) but who really cares..?

Your most favourite thing to do was to go to parties with your friends from both tribes, Kooks and Pogues. And when you did, it was fucking fantastic.

Yeah, you loved to have an excuse to get ready and look hot as shit but you also loved getting wasted at parties.

Though, this particular party kinda didn’t go to plan.

You didn’t know Rafe would be there.

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NOTE: this is my first mini series !! sorry if it’s bad i’m open to any constructive criticism. pls pls pls like and tell me if i should carry this on. i’m so excited to write the rest!! <33

TAGS:

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

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