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𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

𝖽𝖺𝖽!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗒

the girls had been asleep for almost two hours when the argument started.

it wasn’t supposed to turn into one. it never was. one minute you were clearing plates from dinner, the next rafe was pacing around the kitchen with his keys in his hand, already halfway checked out of the conversation before you’d even finished speaking.

“i’m not asking you to fix everything,” you sighed, setting the last mug down beside the sink. “i’m asking you to stop walking away every time things get difficult.”

rafe let out a dry laugh, shaking his head like you’d completely missed the point. “you think that’s what this is?”

“isn’t it?”

“no.”

“then tell me what it is.”

he looked at you for a second before looking away again. “forget it.”

“rafe.”

“forget it.”

you rubbed a hand over your face, already exhausted. “see? that’s exactly what i mean. you shut down the second i ask you to talk to me.”

his jaw flexed. “i said forget it.”

“and i said i’m tired of pretending that’s a real answer.” silence settled between you. not the comfortable kind. the kind that made the whole house feel too quiet.

rafe reached for his keys again. you watched him do it. “…seriously?”

he didn’t answer. he walked straight past you towards the front door.

“you’re leaving.”

“i need some air.”

“it’s midnight.”

“so?”

you laughed, but there wasn’t anything funny about it. “god, you really don’t get it.”

he stopped with one hand on the doorknob, shoulders tense beneath his t-shirt. “then explain it to me.”

“every time we argue, you leave.” your voice was quieter now. “every single time.”

“because if i stay, i’ll say something i’ll regret.”

“and what am i supposed to do while you’re gone?”

he didn’t answer.

“sit here wondering if you’re coming home?”

still nothing.

“the girls ask where you are every single time, rafe.”

his grip tightened around the keys. “they’re asleep.”

“that’s not the point.”

he pulled the front door open anyway. cold air drifted into the hallway.

then came the tiniest voice.

“…daddy?”

everything stopped. rafe turned around slowly. halfway down the staircase stood your twin daughters, still wearing matching strawberry pyjamas they’d insisted on putting on together earlier that evening. olive rubbing sleep from her eyes while aurora held onto her hand so tightly neither of them looked ready to let go.

they’d clearly been standing there for longer than either of you realised.

“girls…” you whispered, taking a step forward. they didn’t look at you. their eyes stayed fixed on rafe.

“is daddy going somewhere?” olive asked quietly.

he looked down at the keys in his hand.

then back at them.

“…i was just-”

are you leaving?”

the question was so small it barely filled the room. neither of them cried. they just waited.

rafe opened his mouth before closing it again, the words refusing to come out. for once there wasn’t a sarcastic comment waiting on the end of his tongue. no excuse. no quick way out.

aurora frowned. “…did we do something bad?”

you felt your heart sink. “baby, no”

“is it ‘cause we wouldn’t eat our broccoli?” olive asked, looking up at rafe with tears already gathering in her eyes. “we said sorry.”

rafe’s entire face changed. it wasn’t dramatic. the anger just… disappeared. he looked completely lost.

“hey.” his voice came out rough enough that he cleared his throat before trying again. “hey… no.”

the girls didn’t move. “then why’ve you got your keys?”

he stared at them for what felt like forever before looking down at the metal in his hand. without saying a word, he walked back over to the little table by the door and set them down.

the click echoed through the hallway.

both girls watched him carefully.

“…you’re staying?” aurora asked.

he nodded once. “yeah.”

“promise?”

another pause.

you looked at him. really looked at him.

rafe had never liked making promises. somewhere along the way he’d convinced himself he’d only end up breaking them. this one mattered.

“…yeah,” he said again, quieter this time. “i’m staying.”

the girls didn’t hesitate. they ran straight into him. he caught them both without thinking, dropping to one knee as little arms wrapped around his neck. olive climbed onto his lap while aurora buried her face against his shoulder, her tiny fingers still clutching the front of his shirt like she was scared he’d disappear if she let go. “thought you were gonna leave,” she mumbled.

rafe shut his eyes. “…i know.”

“don’t.”it came out almost as a whisper.

just one word. don’t.

he held them a little tighter.“i’m here.”

you stood a few feet away, watching the three of them. the front door was still open behind them, cool night air slipping into the house, but nobody seemed to notice anymore.

one of the girls looked over rafe’s shoulder until she spotted you. “mummy?”

“yeah, sweetheart?”

she held one little hand out towards you.

“group hug.”

you laughed through the lump in your throat.“i think we can do that.”

rafe looked up as you walked over. your eyes met for the first time since the argument had started. he didn’t smile.he just looked… ashamed. like he’d finally seen what walking away looked like from the other side.you knelt beside them, wrapping your arms around all three. immediately the girls squeezed closer, giggling softly now that the scary part was over.

for a while, neither you nor rafe spoke. you didn’t need to. his hand found yours between the girls’ tiny shoulders, giving it the smallest squeeze. it wasn’t an apology. not yet.

but for rafe cameron, it was a start.

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𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗌.

𝖾𝗑!𝖻𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾

you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t look for him.

it was embarrassing, really. every party on figure eight ended the same way- too many people, too much alcohol, and somehow rafe cameron always managed to find his way into your line of sight. you told yourself it was coincidence. that you weren’t scanning every room hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

then you walked into the kitchen.

there he was.

leaning against the island with a beer in one hand, laughing at something topper had said. he looked up for half a second, caught your eye, and that stupid grin spread across his face like he’d been expecting you all along. he didn’t wave. didn’t come over. just held your gaze long enough to let you know he’d seen you before turning back to his conversation.

arrogant.

you rolled your eyes and headed for the back garden.

it had been six weeks.

six weeks since you’d ended things. six weeks of ignoring his texts that always came after midnight. six weeks of convincing yourself you were finally done letting him walk in and out of your life whenever he felt like it.

you were doing fine. until he showed up.

the glass door slid open behind you. you didn’t have to turn around.

“didn’t think you’d still come to these.”

you leaned against the railing overlooking the water. “didn’t think you’d care.”

“i don’t.”

you laughed quietly. “sure.”

when you finally looked at him, he hadn’t moved much closer. hands shoved into his pockets, chain catching the light from the patio, expression as unreadable as ever. the smirk was still there, but smaller now.

“you’ve been avoiding me.”

“we broke up.”

“didn’t answer the question.”

“i think i did.”

he shrugged like none of it bothered him. “thought you’d have moved on by now.”

“oh?”

“mhm.”

“so why’re you out here?”

that earned him a look. “you followed me.”

“nah.” he glanced back towards the house. “just needed some air.”

“liar.”

a grin tugged at his mouth. “see? you still know me.”

you hated that he sounded so pleased about it. “i know enough.”

silence settled between you, broken only by music drifting through the open doors behind you. someone cheered from the pool. neither of you looked away.

“you look good,” he said eventually.

“don’t.”

“what?”

“don’t act like we’re catching up.”

“i’m complimenting you.”

“you don’t get to do that anymore.”

his jaw shifted almost imperceptibly before he looked out across the water. “you always make everything harder than it needs to be.”

you stared at him in disbelief. “me?”

“i’m just saying.”

“no, you’re avoiding saying anything.”

he laughed once. “there she is.”

“what?”

“you always did that.”

“did what?”

“push.”

you folded your arms. “because if i didn’t, we’d stand here all night talking about absolutely nothing.”

his smile faded just enough for you to notice.

“you’ve still got that habit,” you continued. “you joke, you smirk, you change the subject… anything but saying what you actually mean.”

“you think you’ve got me all figured out?”

“i used to.”

something flickered across his face.

“you know what the worst part is?” you asked. “i kept waiting for you.”

he looked back at you.

“every time you disappeared, every time you stopped answering your phone, every time people told me they saw you completely out of it somewhere…” you swallowed. “i always thought this would be the time you came back and actually let me in.”

he didn’t interrupt.

“i would’ve stayed, rafe.”

“i know.”

“no.” you shook your head. “you don’t.”

he let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck before looking anywhere but at you.

“i didn’t know how.”

“you never even tried.”

“i did.”

“when?”

his mouth opened before closing again.

exactly.

“you don’t get it,” he muttered after a long pause.

“then explain it.”

another silence. you almost laughed because this was so painfully him. you’d handed him every opportunity to tell you what was going on inside his head, and somehow he’d still managed to say nothing at all.

“you can’t, can you?”

his eyes met yours again. “it’s not that simple.”

“it never is with you.”

“no.”

“you just… leave.”

“i always came back.”

“that’s not the point.”

“i know.”

“no, rafe.” your voice softened despite yourself. “you don’t.”

he looked exhausted. not angry. not defensive. just tired.

“i’d get halfway to your house,” he admitted quietly, “and convince myself you’d be better off if i turned around.”

your brows knitted together.

“so i did.”

“you thought leaving me alone was doing me a favour?”

“i thought” he laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “i thought if you stopped waiting for me, you’d find somebody who wasn’t” he gestured vaguely towards himself. you’d never seen him struggle for words before.

“you don’t get to make that decision for me.”

“i know.”

“you don’t get to decide what i can handle.”

“i know.”

“and you definitely don’t get to act like none of it mattered.”

he looked at you for a long moment before taking a step closer. “you think it didn’t?” the question was quiet. almost swallowed by the music inside “i spent six week trying not to come to your house”

you blinked.

“i drove past it more times than i’m gonna admit. the cockiness was gone now. no smirk. no sarcasm.

just rafe.

“i kept thinking” he looked away with a dry laugh. “one knock on your door and you’d take me back.”

“you sound very sure of yourself.”

“i’m not.”

the honesty caught you off guard.

“i just” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “i hoped.”

your chest tightened. “you make this impossible.”

“i know.”

“i should walk away.”

“you probably should.” his eyes found yours again. “but you’re still here.”

you hated that he was right. “you really are an asshole.”

a smile threatened at the corner of his mouth. “yeah.”

“you know that doesn’t make this okay.”

“i know.”

“and if you disappear again”

“i won’t.”

“you can’t promise that.”

“no.” he stepped close enough that your shoulders almost brushed. “but i can promise i’ll try a hell of a lot harder.”

you searched his face, waiting for the joke. it never came. for once, he wasn’t hiding behind one. you reached for the front of his polo, shaking your head as a small smile escaped despite yourself.

“i hate that it’s always you.”

“i know.”

“you don’t get cocky about this.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

“liar.”

“i probably am.”

you rolled your eyes before pulling him into a kiss anyway. this time, when he smiled against your lips, it wasn’t because he’d won. it was because, for the first time in a long time, neither of you had walked away.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍

𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀

the music was too loud.

bass shook the floor beneath your shoes, people squeezed shoulder to shoulder through tannyhill, drinks sloshing onto polished hardwood while someone shouted over the speakers for another round.

you’d only left for five minutes. five. “i’m going to the bathroom,” you’d told rafe, stealing a sip from his drink before disappearing down the hallway. when you came back, he wasn’t where you’d left him.

your eyes scanned the room until they landed on him.

of course.

a blonde girl stood far too close, her hand resting lightly against his forearm while she laughed at something he’d said. she leaned in like they were sharing some secret.

your stomach dropped. rafe looked… uncomfortable. he wasn’t touching her. he wasn’t flirting. but he wasn’t moving away either.

you watched for a second, and then another.

she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear “you’re way cuter than everyone says,” she smiled.

you scoffed to yourself. seriously? before you even realised you were moving, your feet had already carried you across the room.

“babe”

rafe’s head snapped towards your voice “there you are.” relief washed over his face so quickly you almost missed it. the girl looked between the two of you. you slipped beside him, wrapping your hand around his wrist.

“i’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

she frowned slightly. “…oh.”

“yeah,” you smiled politely. “my boyfriend.”

silence.

the girl cleared her throat, suddenly fascinated by the drink in her hand. “i- i didn’t know.”

“clearly.”

rafe squeezed your hand. “baby-”

“it’s fine.” it wasn’t.

the girl mumbled an apology before disappearing into the crowd, leaving the two of you standing there. you let go of his wrist immediately.

“seriously?” you muttered.

rafe blinked “what?”

“what do you mean what?”

“she literally walked up to me.”

“and you just let her.”

his eyebrows pulled together. “i didn’t.”

“she was practically hanging off you.”

“i was trying to figure out how to tell her to leave.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “that must’ve been really difficult.”

“don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“make it sound like i wanted that.”

you folded your arms. “you looked pretty comfortable.”

rafe stared at you for a second before letting out a disbelieving laugh “comfortable?”

“mhm.”

“baby, i was standing there wishing you’d hurry up.”

“right.”

“i’m serious.”

you looked away first.

“look at me.” he sighed

you didn’t.

“y/n.”

“what?”

he stepped closer. “the second you walked over, i forgot she even existed.”

your expression didn’t change. “that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“no.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “this is.” his hands found yours before you could pull away “i don’t care about random girls at parties.” “i care about you

your shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. “then next time,” you mumbled, “tell her to fuck off.”

a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “jealous?”

you rolled your eyes. “don’t start.”

his grin only grew. “you were jealous.”

“rafe.”

“that’s kinda cute.”

you shoved his shoulder. “you’re unbelievable.”

he caught your wrist before you could walk away, tugging you gently back against him.

“come here.”

“no.”

“liar.”

his arms wrapped around your waist anyway.

“she touched your arm,” you muttered into his chest.

“i know.”

“i hated it.”

“i know.”

“and she kept smiling at you.”

“didn’t smile back.”

“…you didn’t.”

“because i’m dating the prettiest girl in this house.”

you looked up at him. “that’s a terrible line.”

“worked though.”

it hadn’t. but the tiny smile creeping onto your face was enough for rafe to know he’d won. he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “happy now?”

you pretended to think about it. “…maybe.”

“maybe?”

“buy me another drink.”

he laughed. “yes, ma’am.”

your fingers intertwined as he led you back into the kitchen. this time, he didn’t let go

my favourite rafe cameron blogs!!! (in no particular order)

@spankyourlocalbrat - everything they write is perfection

@rioasis - if you love toxic rafe you will love this

@starkeygirl114 - her series is so good!!! patiently waiting for the new parts to come out

@rafesangelita - bitchy kook reader x rafe cameron changed my life x

@ibeetlebum - i love ex bf rafe 😽

@rafesteddy - the husband rafe fics are soooo good!!!

@uglylittlefawn - they only have two fics up at the moment and i’m already obsessed

@kissmeuntil - i’m obsessed with older!rafe x angel!reader bye