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𝓵𝓸𝓵𝓪 — she/her, brazilian,

bisexual, isfp, pisces, shifter,

writer & bot maker, mercedes

supporter, suki waterhouse one

and only fan, drew starkey's wife.

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side blog: @blondecinnamind

pairing: ex-bf!rafe cameron x fem!reader

contents: small smau, suggestive, swearing, let me know if there’s any other

pairing: rafe cameron x wife!reader

contents: smau, husband!rafe, wife!reader, dad!rafe, mom!reader, pregnant!reader, established relationship(married), child character

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rafecameron love you my girls ❤️

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pairing: rafe cameron x wife!reader

summary: when you and your husband rafe hear a weird noise at night, you don’t expect it to be what it is.

contents: fluff, husband!rafe, wife!reader, dad!rafe, mom!reader, established relationship(married), child character

wc: 895

Tannyhill is quiet; Rafe put Missy to bed just a few minutes ago, and now you and he are getting ready for bed in your suite.

Wearing your satin robe over your short pajamas, you brush your teeth in front of the sink in the bathroom. Rafe soon enters the the room, wrapping an arm around your waist from behind and kissing your cheek. “She’s out like a light,” he tells you.

So you finish brushing your teeth, dry your soft mouth with the towel, and turn to your husband. “Thank God. She was restless today,” you smile, stepping out of the bathroom with Rafe right behind you.

“Oh, she sure was,” he lets out a soft chuckle, and does the same as you, lying down on the bed.

You pull the blanket over your bodies, and snuggle up close to Rafe, resting your head on his bare chest. Your husband instantly puts his hand on your waist and plants a kiss on your forehead. “Good night, love,” he murmurs.

“Good night,” you lift your head for a brief moment to give him a peck on the lips. And then you both close your eyes to sleep after a rather tiring day—with Missy running back and forth in the yard, you making the homemade popsicles she likes, and Rafe washing the cars.

Less than five minutes later, before you or Rafe have even had time to fall asleep, you both hear a noise that seems to be coming from downstairs. A noise that sounded like a chair being dragged.

Your eyes snap open as soon as you hear that noise, and you call out to your husband. “Rafe? Did you hear that?”

“Yeah…,” he answers confused, his eyes open too, already getting out of bed. “I’ll go see what it is,” Rafe says as he slips on his slippers, and you watch him open the door and step out of the bedroom.

As soon as he leaves, you get up too, thinking about checking on Missy to see if she’s okay. Only the worst-case scenarios of what might be happening run through your mind. What if someone broke into the house? To rob you guys? To kidnap your daughter?

Your bare feet touch the cold wooden floor as you head toward her room, seeing Rafe coming down the stairs. He notices the movement behind him and turns around. “I’m going to check on her,” you whisper, and Rafe nods before continuing down the stairs with a frown.

You open the door to Melissa’s room, trying to make as little noise as possible. The moon-shaped lamp on the nightstand next to her bed is on, and that makes it easy for you to see that… she’s not in bed! And, apparently, nowhere else in the room.

With that, you practically run out of the room to go downstairs and find Rafe. You head straight for the kitchen and almost bump into his back. “Rafe,” you say quietly.

Your husband turns around with a smile on his face and his arms crossed, then he gestures toward the refrigerator. “Look,” he whispers.

And when you do as he says, there’s your daughter: the fridge door is open, a chair is blocking it from closing, and she’s sitting in the chair with her back to you two. And, from where you stand next to the wooden doorway connecting the entryway to the kitchen, it’s obvious that she’s running her tiny fingers over the frosting on a chocolate cake you bought at the bakery this morning. She runs her fingers over the cake and puts them in her mouth, runs her fingers over the cake and licks them, runs her fingers over it and licks them…

A smile spreads across your face and you breathe a sigh of relief—at least it’s not a burglar. And you have to hold yourself back from laughing, just imagining how Missy’s pajamas and face must be just as sticky as her fingers. You turn to Rafe again and he’s trying just as hard as you are not to laugh.

“There you are,” you finally say loud enough for Missy to hear, taking a step forward and watching your daughter jump in her chair and look back with wide eyes.

“Mommy,” she says simply, stretching out her arms to show you her smudged fingers. “I was hungry.”

“Oh, really?” You smile at her, stopping in front of the chair with your hands on your hips.

“So hungry you had to raid the fridge? You had dinner two hours ago, sweetheart,” Rafe says as he walks toward the two of you, also smiling at the mess his daughter has made. Missy just nods at her dad.

“It’s okay,” you pick her up in your arms, not minding getting covered in cake frosting. “Now you’re going to have to take another bath.”

Rafe lets out a soft chuckle and follows you back up to the second floor. Every day, Missy does at least one thing that makes you and your husband laugh out loud, and those moments are sure to stay with you forever.

And so you climb the stairs, Melissa in your arms humming away, not even caring about the scare she gave you, let alone all the food on her skin and clothes, ready to give this little firecracker a bath.

pairing: gf!queen maeve x fem!reader

summary: when your girlfriend comes home with a lipstick mark on her shirt, and the first thing you think is that she’s cheating on you. but that’s not exactly what happened…

contents: fluff, established relationship(dating), mentions of cheating

wc: 649

The balcony door is open, a nice breeze is blowing in, and the only sound inside the apartment you share with your girlfriend, Margaret, is the familiar noise of New York City—you know, the sirens, car horns, construction, the whole shebang. While all that’s going on 42 floors below, you’re sitting on the couch reading a book while you wait for Maggie to come back from the grocery store.

A few more minutes pass, and you finally hear the front door open. Your eyes lift from the pages of the silly romance novel in your hands and meet your beautiful girlfriend carrying grocery bags, heading toward the kitchen that’s open to the living room.

“Hey,” Maggie greets you, setting the bags on the kitchen island. “Hey,” you reply, getting up and walking toward her, your bare feet touching the cold floor until you reach one of the stools in front of the island and sit down.

“Did you buy—” you stop mid-sentence, squinting to get a better look at something you noticed on the collar of Margaret’s shirt. A lipstick mark. Very distinct, in a toasted mauve shade.

Your girlfriend looks down at herself, confused, not noticing the mark. “What’s wrong?” she asks from across the island.

You stand up, walk over to her side with your eyebrows furrowed in equal parts confusion and anger, and nod toward the lipstick mark. “What’s that doing on your shirt?” You put a hand on your hip.

Margaret pulls at her own shirt and looks at the mark. Then she looks at you again, her eyebrows just as furrowed as yours. “I don’t know how that happened,” she shrugs.

“Maggie,” your tone is one of frustration, stunned by the possibility of your girlfriend cheating on you. And then, before you can continue and question her, Maggie starts laughing. Laughing.

She takes a step forward, almost pressing your bodies together, and places a hand on your waist. This makes your face drop the confused expression and look just annoyed. You cross your arms as you wait for any explanation. “Sweetheart,” Margaret begins, “kiss me,” she points to her own cheek. This only makes you more bothered and shocked.

“What? Margaret, I’m here thinking you cheated on me and you’re asking me to kiss you?!” you say incredulously.

“Just a little kiss,” Maggie asks again, leaning forward until the tips of your noses touch. And you can’t refuse that request.

Without uncrossing your arms or unfurrowing your brow, you sigh and quickly give a peck on your girlfriend’s soft cheek. And when you pull back, oops… There it is, a lipstick mark in the exact same shade as the one on Maggie’s shirt, this time on her cheek. Yeah, looks like you’re the one responsible for those marks. “Ah…” your expression finally relaxes, your mouth slightly parted in realization.

Margaret lets out a laugh again, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “Darling, I love you. I would never cheat on my girl,” she smiles. And then, you burst out laughing too, resting your forehead against hers and closing your eyes to flash the smile that Maggie loves so much.

“I’m sorry, honey,” you say, without lifting your head yet. Your arms wrap around your girlfriend’s waist as you open your eyes and straighten your posture to look at her again. “I love you too,” you exchange bright smiles, and you run your thumb over the mauve-coloured mark you just left on Margaret’s face, smudging her skin even more instead of wiping it away. “I’m sorry again. I know you’d never do that, it’s just that it was right there and…”

“I know, hun,” Maggie reassures you, running her fingers gently through your hair. “Now…,” she presses her body against yours, “I’d love for you to mark the rest of my body,” she smirks, looking you up and down.

“Oh, I will.”

fem!reader

the most beautiful and magnificent woman in the universe of the boys, aka queen maeve, would definitely call you "darling" and "sweetheart" in a tone of voice that to her is just her normal but to you it is something breathtaking. "darling," she would sigh as she entered your apartment with grocery bags, "i got those cookies you like," and you would instantly smile to yourself and bite your lower lip.

maeve also calls you "hun" when she's being clingy or vulnerable, she would purr in your ear while you're snuggled up in your bed. "you smell so good, hun," her voice would come out muffled against your neck as her body rests on yours, your hand caressing your back and hers massaging your waist.

and in your intimate moments? oh, this goddess certainly calls you "baby girl."

vip treatment — where user is a stripper and ben gets a sneak peek at her outfit before her next performance.

enjoy !

pairing: bf!rafe cameron x brazilian!gf!reader

contents: smau, some words in portuguese (translations are below each image containing the words)

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yourusername metade do meu coração sempre vai ser daqui 🇧🇷❤️ (half of my heart will always belong here)

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rafecameron you didn’t tag me in the pastel pic you know i love pastel 😠😠

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pic 1 translation:

hey LOVE

of my life

pic 2 translation:

say no

he’s next to me

he wants me to stay but i don’t want to, say no

INTRODUCING… BRAZILIAN!GF!READER

paired with bf!rafe cameron

find her moodboard here

BRAZILIAN!GF!READER who has been dating rafe for two years. they met about two weeks after she moved to obx, because yes, as soon as the "brazilian girl" set foot on the island, she became popular and was invited to the kooks' parties where rafe cameron would be.

BRAZILIAN!GF!READER who has a personality that is exactly the latin stereotype: temperamental, passionate, sociable, warm, charming and with a “strong personality”.

BRAZILIAN!GF!READER who's always swearing in portuguese, singing brazilian songs, and teaching rafe some phrases and words.

BRAZILIAN!GF!READER who’s the only person rafe obeys without a second warning(or maybe she does have to repeat herself sometimes). because when she’s mad… rafe knows better than to push it.

BRAZILIAN!GF!READER who loves to party and, especially, dance to funk and samba with the music blasting. she even tries to teach rafe and their friends some moves, but they aren't very good dancers.

☀️ - fluff 🌊 - angst

smau ☀️?

HALEY DUNPHY BOT

surprise song — where at a school event you, with your band, perform a song dedicated to your girlfriend Haley.

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SONGBIRD

pairing: gf!haley dunphy x fem!reader

contents: fluff, established relationship, teen romance, high school setting, wlw

wc: 805

a/n: i love haley i love haley i love haley. also, i thought it’d be cool as an one shot, but the bot is also coming soon!

You’re behind the heavy red curtains of the school stage as the muffled noise of the crowd hums on the other side. It’s Family Day, and you’re about to perform with your band, but your mind isn’t on the audience.

It’s on her. Haley, your girlfriend. The reason you chose the song you chose to perform today, wanting to surprise her.

A nervous flutter rises in your chest at the thought of her sitting out there, completely unaware of what you’ve planned. You’ve been together for a while now, long enough that both your families know, long enough that it should feel normal. But somehow, she still gives you butterflies like it’s the very beginning.

A teacher gestures for you and your band to get into position. “Places, guys. Curtain’s about to go up.”

You swallow, stepping forward. The stage lights bleed faintly through the fabric in front of you, and you take your place behind the microphone, wrapping your fingers around it firmly.

Then the curtains part, and for a split second, the crowd is just a blur of faces. Until you find her.

Haley Dunphy, right in the middle of it all. Your eyes lock and you feel your cheeks brush ever so slightly.

The first notes of Songbird, by Fleetwood Mac, begin to play. You inhale, steadying yourself, and then you start to sing.

For you

There'll be no more crying

For you

The Sun will be shining

And I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright

I know it's right

Haley, sitting in the middle of all those people who don’t know the reason behind this music yet, is watching you like she’s trying to memorize every second.

To you

I will give the world

To you

I'll never be cold

'Cause I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright

I know it's right

And the songbirds are singing

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before

And I wish you all the love in the world

But most of all

I wish it from myself

You sing looking directly at Haley, and that makes everyone else fade. To you, there’s only her in that crowd. As if the other people there are extras in a romantic movie and you two are the main couple.

By the time you reach the final verses, it doesn’t even feel like you’re performing anymore. It’s just you confessing your love to her.

And the songbirds keep singing

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before

Like never before

Like never before

The last note fades into the air, lingering for a moment before the room erupts into applause. You laugh softly, glancing back at your bandmates. They’re all grinning at you, nodding in approval.

You step closer to the microphone again, still catching your breath. “And… this one,” you say, a small smile tugging at your lips, “was especially for my girlfriend.”

Your eyes find Haley again. She’s laughing, her expression a mix of surprise and something almost dramatic, glancing briefly at her family beside her. You catch Claire placing a hand on her shoulder, clearly saying something that makes Haley roll her eyes, but she’s too happy to really argue.

“Thank you, everyone,” you add, giving a small wave before stepping back as the curtains close.

Later, you’re weaving through booths and people and the sweet scent of snacks filling the air.

As you spot Haley standing near the cotton candy stand, her back turned to you, you walk up behind her and lean in just enough to murmur softly near her ear. “Hey.”

She turns, immediately recognizing your voice, and her face lights up. “Oh my God! Hi,” she beams, wrapping her arms around your neck before you can even react. You laugh, hugging her back, breathing in the familiar sweet scent of her hair.

When she pulls away, you take a small step back just to look at her. “Did you like the performance?” you tease. “It was for someone named Haley.”

She tilts her head, playing along instantly. “Hmm… I think I’ve heard of her. Your girlfriend, right?” She steps closer, gluing her body to yours.

“I heard she’s really pretty,” Haley adds, her voice dropping just slightly. She grips the strap of her bag with both hands, like she’s trying to keep herself from doing something more in public.

“She is,” you say softly, grinning. “Prettiest girl in the world,” you lean in just enough to press a quick kiss to her lips.

You both pull back immediately after, glancing around… and then breaking into quiet laughter.

“Love you,” Haley whispers, her face still close to yours, her smile softer now.

You don’t hesitate. “Love you too.”

AN ORDINARY DAY

pairing: rafe cameron x wife!reader

contents: fluff, pregnant!reader, dad!rafe, mom!reader, established relationship(married), child character

wc: 1275

a/n: once again, tumblr thinks this post requires content warning BUT WHY 😭💔

“But mommy, i want to stay with you and the baby,” Missy whines as you slip the baby-pink sneakers onto her tiny feet.

“You already missed preschool yesterday, baby. Your friends must be missing you,” you say gently, lifting her into your arms, enjoying it while you still can before your pregnant belly grows.

“They’re not,” she mumbles, burying her face in the crook of your neck, wrapping her short arms around you tightly.

By the time you come down the stairs with Melissa on your hip and reach the kitchen, Rafe is closing Missy’s hot tea bottle. He comes up to both of you, resting his free hand on your waist as the other hands Missy her bottle. When she wraps her hands around it to take a sip, Rafe points a finger at her. “Behave, little miss,” he warns, though the softness in his eyes ruined any attempt at sounding strict. Then he looks at you. “I’m leaving already. Have a meeting.”

“Okay. We’ll see you later,” you smile, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. Your daughter waves at her dad. “Bye, daddy.”

“Bye, baby girl,” Rafe kissed her cheek, smiling, before grabbing his briefcase and walking out the door in his suit.

Right as you park in front of Missy’s preschool, she finishes her tea and stretches the bottle toward you from her car seat in the back. “Mommy,” she calls you.

You twist in the driver’s seat, taking the bottle from her and placing it on the passenger seat. Then you stepped out of the car, open the back door, unbuckle the straps around her, and help her down to the ground.

Hand in hand, you walk toward the entrance, her backpack dangling from your other arm. When you reach the door, where the same security guard stands like every morning, you crouch down and slip the backpack onto her shoulders. “See you later. I love you.”

Melissa smiles. “Bye, mommy,” she says, but her attention is already drifting as she spots one of her classmates running inside. She hurries after her, little sneakers squeaking against the pavement while you stay there for a second longer, smiling at the sight.

Your baby. Your first baby. Growing up way too fast.

The next stop is the baby store.

It might seem superficial to anyone else, but you had been counting the days until you could start buying things for your new son or daughter. It had been like that when you found out you were pregnant with Missy too, even if she had been a surprise. Buying tiny clothes, hospital bags, stuffed animals, even just walking past cribs and rocking chairs. That makes everything real, and you couldn’t be happier with your reality.

You walk into the store, the same one where you had bought most of Missy’s newborn things, one hand resting on your belly as you head straight for the furniture section.

You must have spent over an hour walking through every aisle of the store, but in the end, you didn’t buy any furniture. You want Rafe there with you for that moment.

Still, you couldn’t leave empty-handed. So you walk out with two bags; one with a pair of plush toys inside (which Missy will definitely play a lot with before the baby is even born), and another with two or three light-colored onesies for the hospital bag, along with the softest blanket you could find, printed with tiny sea animals.

As soon as you get back into the car, placing the bags on the back seat, your phone rings and Rafe’s contact name shows up on your phone screen.

You smile at that and answer. “Hi, love.”

“Hey,” he says, and you can hear papers shuffling, drawers closing. “Just wanted to know if you wanna have lunch together. The noon meeting got cancelled.”

“Of course. I’ll head to The Wreck, then. Meet you there,” you reply, starting the car.

“Alright,” Rafe nods, still moving around in his office. “Is Missy staying until three today? Or can I pick her up now?”

You laugh softly. “She said she wanted to stay only until noon. But you know your daughter, if you show up now, she’ll cry and say she wants to stay until midnight.”

Rafe chuckled under his breath. You could picture the smile on his face perfectly. “Yeah, okay. I’m leaving the office now.

Lunch had been nice. You and Rafe sat side by side at your usual table at the restaurant, he told you about work and you told him about the crib you almost bought.

Afterward, he went back to the office, you picked Missy up from preschool at three, and now the clock on the oven reads 5:02 p.m.

Melissa had just gotten out of the bath, wrapped in her panda towel, the little hood with ears wobbling as she walks around the house instead of going to her bedroom to put on pajamas.

“Missy,” you call from the living room, fingers running through a magazine’s pages. “Pajamas.”

“Nooo,” she sings, dragging the word as she pads behind the couch you’re sitting on, water droplets still clinging to her legs. “I’m a panda!”

“Well, I can see that,” you chuckle. “But pandas also wear pajamas.”

Missy stops moving, clutching the towel to her chest. “They do?”

“The ones named Melissa definitely do,” you say with a firm nod, making Missy pause, considering that.

For one hopeful second, you think you’ve won. Then she bolts for the stairs.

You sigh softly, pushing yourself up from the couch, one hand going to your lower back. “Melissa Cameron,” you warn, already moving after her, even though you know she’s much faster than you.

You check your bedroom first, where Missy is trying — and failing — to hold in her giggles. You can practically hear the smile she’s biting back.

You step further into the room, and that’s when she jumps from behind the door. “Boo!” she yells, laughing immediately.

You gasp dramatically, pressing a hand to your chest. “Oh my God, you scared me!” before she can run again, you scoop her up into your arms. “Got you, little panda!” you tease, attacking her sides with tickles.

Missy collapses into helpless laughter, squirming, trying to escape. “No, mommy! Pandas don’t need pajamas,” she argues between giggles.

“Oh, I think this panda does,” you say, kissing her cheek while she laughs and laughs.

A couple of hours later, with Missy finally in her pajamas, you stand by her bedroom door, leaning lightly against the frame. Rafe sits on the edge of her bed, a book open in his hands, Missy tucked under the blankets beside him. Her curls fall across the pillow while he gently brushes them away from her face as he reads.

“And then,” he says, turning the last page, “everyone closed their eyes and fell asleep, already waiting for the next adventure,” he glances down, seeing Missy deep in sleep.

Rafe looks up and finds you watching from the doorway. He smiles and carefully closes the book, moving slowly to stand up and not wake your daughter up.

When he reaches you, he presses a soft kiss to your lips as the two of you step out into the hallway, pulling the door almost all the way closed behind you. “Finally our little panda settled down,” he murmurs with a quiet laugh, remembering what you told him about Missy running around the house this afternoon.

You smile too, leaning into him. “I hope this one,” you say, pointing to your belly, “isn’t as energetic as their big sister.”

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who i write for/do bots:

supernatural | dean winchester/jensen ackles, sam winchester/jared padalecki, castiel, bela talbot, charlie bradbury

outer banks | rafe cameron/drew starkey, sarah cameron, cleo anderson, kiara carrera, john b routledge, pope heyward, jj maybank

modern family | haley dunphy/sarah hyland, claire dunphy, gloria prichett, alex dunphy

challengers | patrick zweig, art donaldson, tashi duncan

the boys | soldier boy, queen maeve (i may add more)

stranger things | max mayfield, robin buckley, steve harrington, enzo/dmitri antonov

f1 drivers | carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, charles leclerc, george russell, max verstappen, oscar piastri, franco colapinto, gabriel bortoleto