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part two of two of the expansion to the clingybf!rafe headcannon
contents: rafe causing a scene, desperate!rafe, a bit of crying, "exes" to lovers
wc: unedited
whether it's something simple like you going home after being with him all weekendโrafe cameron did not take you leaving him lightly. you hold a piece of his heart, and you leaving him would utterly break it.
so when the two of you briefly broke up, he was in shambles, and you would not hear the end of it.
you left your phone on do not disturb, but rafe would always click the notify anyway button every time. your phone buzzed constantly with his calls and texts so much that you nearly lost your mind. he even called your mother, in hopes she would put him through to you.
when that didn't work, rafe ended up at your house. not that it was the first time that day, but he made sure the whole cul-de-sac was aware of his presence.
"baby, m'sorry," he shouted from outside.
lights were already flickering on at the sound of shouting and banging coming from your house. people were already peeking outside of their doors and windows at the commotion.
"rafe, it's late, son," your father spoke tiredly. "you need to go home; she's not coming outside."
before rafe could get another pathetic word out, you're standing behind your father. you give him an apologetic look that tells him you had the situation under control.
you look at rafe. irritation with a hint of softness in your eyes.
your boyfriend was completely disheveled. face splotchy from crying, dark circles underneath his eyes. his usually steamed polo, creased and crinkled in spots he tugged on.
he immediately pulls your body into his, mumbling, "thought i was gonna lose you." you place your hands on his chest, steadying yourself.
feeling his tears soak your pajama shirt, you giggle, rubbing his back soothingly, "it's only been a couple hours, ray."
"felt like eternity," he tells you, pulling back to take you in. letting his brain memorize your features again, as if he wasn't scrolling through pictures of you earlier.
"poor thing," you pout, knowing that with rafe cameron, breakups would never last long because he'd always end up back in your arms.
when frat!rafe meets pogue!reader...
contents: frat rafe, college setting, drug usage, drinking, mutual pining, language
wc: 1.0k
it was an ordinary night at kildare university's infamous frat house. bass-boosted trap music blaring through the mansion. drunk college students throwing back shots and jungle juice from solo cups. cheers come from eager patrons watching an intense game of ping pong.
rafe cameron, the president of the sigma chi fraternity, was currently winning against his opponent. the striped polo-clad man wore a serious expression that wouldn't falter until the game ended.
well, that was until you, in all your glory, walked by. his breath catches in his throat when you pass the table, and he immediately looks over his shoulder to watch you leave. your gourmand-scented perfume lingers, standing out among the thick alcohol scent wafting around the mansion. the blond is instantly mesmerized and utterly lovestruck.
with you struggling to squeeze through the crowd of party-goers, rafe took that as an opportunity to take in your appearance. a simple baby-pink tank top with bedazzled text across the front, dark-washed denim shorts too short, and white flip-flops.
his ears drowned out the commotion around him. he couldn't hear anything but the rapid beating of his heart until his friend topper shook him out of it.
"the fuck are you doing, man? finish the game," he shouted over the music.
handing the ping pong ball to his friend, rafe tells him, "nah i'm done, take over for me."
when rafe looked over again, you were gone, and all he could think about was how gorgeous you were and how he needed to find you again.
luckily enough for him, he was able to find you in the kitchen. you were pouring yourself a drink, simultaneously scrolling through social media.
"you new around here?" he asked, leaning against the marbled island.
you nodded slowly, eyeing him suspiciously. you were a transfer student on a scholarship due to your grades. you weren't at the party to mingle with others, only there after being forced to go with your 'friends' who long drifted away from you.
"what do you want?" you questioned, sensing an ulterior motive.
despite your cold voice and demeanor, you were a beacon of light to rafe. the way your eyes gleamed when the warm kitchen lighting hit them, or how you hid your smile when rafe made you laugh.
"m'serious, i wanna see you again," rafe gently held your arm as you're about to leave. you looked into his eyes, searching for a hint of uncertainty.
before you left, you looked over your shoulder as you told him, "i'll think about it."
you did think about it, which led to you and rafe seeing each other outside of the party. him taking you to your classes and waiting outside them before they ended. dinner dates off campus to restaurants that you'd never been to before. sometimes he even slept over at your dorm.
people around whispered and watched. seeing how obsessed the kook king was with a pogue girl. rafe was so entranced with you that he didn't notice until he remembered his friend's existence.
rafe, topper, and kelce were all chilling on tanney hill's patio. the three of them passed a lit joint. topper broke the comfortable silence by asking rafe, "you date pogue girls now?"
rafe's face deadpanned, "pogue?"
topper snorted, "yeah, you didn't know?"
kelce chimed in, "her dad works with pope's dad, and people said they couldn't afford the school on the mainland, so she got a scholarship at our school."
rafe hums, leaning back in his chair, "nah i didn't know that."
you were a pogue; and one thing about rafe cameron was that he wasn't going to be seen around a pogue.
rafe soon began distancing himself from you, practically going ghost on you. everything came to a stop: the texts, late-night calls, walks to class, and dates. he began going to parties again, like who he was before you, almost.
from a young age, appearances were important to uphold, and dating a pogue would tarnish that. kook's hung out with other kooks, and the same for pogues.
still, you made yourself at home in his mind. your voice echoed in his head in the quiet, and images of your face were imprinted behind his eyelids at night.
then there was you, dejected and forced to move on. you missed holding his hand while the two of you talked and walked around the campus courtyard. he was soft with you; the loud, obnoxious frat boy persona disappeared when he was with you. yet you should've known guys like him would never stay long.
it was safe to say your relationship was over when you saw him at a party with another girl. a kook girl. perfectly styled hair, expensive clothes, and bubbly. perfectly manicured hands landing on rafe's chest when she laughed. the complete opposite of you.
rafe felt wrong, being with another girl that wasn't you, left a bad taste in his mouth. the rebound tactic always worked for him before, so why wasn't it doing the same now? why did he wish to hear your laugh? to have your hand resting on his shoulder? why could he only think about you?
his questions were answered when he saw you. he just lost the love of his life, stupidly too. he froze with guilt when he saw the heartbreak written over your face.
he immediately parted from the girl, chasing after you. he could fix this, and if rafe cameron was going to do anything, he was going to fix a problem.
he found you in one of the guest bedrooms. rafe's heart thumped against his chest harder than the bass coming from downstairs.
you felt his presence before you saw him. "save it, rafe."
"i love you," you looked at him at that. "and i'm sorry for everything. i shouldn't have let you go."
"yeah, you shouldn't have, but i understand why, so don't worry about it," you sigh shakily. "you don't need a pogue holding you back."
he crossed the room, crouching in front of you. he gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. "don't say that, i need you, alright?"
you nodded as rafe placed a kiss on your temple, finding embrace in his comfort again.
a rafe blurb i thought of while on the train!
contents: fluff
wc: 265
rafe's the type of boyfriend to secretly love going shopping with you.
he'll look all grumpy while waiting for you to leave your house. his eyes softening when he sees you come outside, your eyes twinkling with joy as you skipped to his truck.
rafe would grumble under his breath when you press a glossy kiss onto his cheek, knowing he wasn't going to wipe the pink, glittery substance off.
he's the type to act disinterested in whatever you're talking about while waiting for your sugary coffee to be prepared. his thumb brushes your knuckles as he listens to you tell the same story for the millionth time.
rafe would lock his finger in the belt loop of your denim miniskirt, tuning out everything except the clicking of your heels.
he'll cross his arms against his chest when you waltz into beauty stores, standing as if he wasn't going to leave the store with swatches of blush, highlight, and bronzer on his arms.
rafe would sit on the seat in the dressing room, face deadpanned while you piled clothes over him, as if he wasn't drinking in each pose you did for him, thinking of what outfit he'd ruin first.
rafe would act like he hated paying, knowing he would dare let you pay for anything when he was or wasn't around.
he'll sigh while carrying your bags, as if the bags were light as a feather to him. knowing he wasn't letting you hold anything but your purse.
rafe's the type to melt into mush internally when you kiss him as a thank you.
Hear me out. Current boyfriend trend with previously ex now bf again Rafe ๐ซ
CURRENT BOYFRIEND!
pranking rafe with the current boyfriend trend!
contents: kind of fluff, mentions of past relationships, language
wc: 260
you watch the timer countdown as you set your phone on the dashboard of rafe's truck. "hi everyone, my current boyfriend and i will be trying freeze-dried candies."
you look at rafe through the camera, lightly giggling to yourself when he stays silent. you continue, "i chose cotton candy and my current boyfriend chose gummy worms."
rafe's eyebrows furrow as he looks over at you, "the fuck you keep sayin' that for?"
you look at him with faux confusion, "saying what? calling you my boyfriend?"
"nah, you keep callin' me your current boyfriend, you're insinuating something," his eyes narrow at you in suspicion. "you seein' another guy?"
"what are you talking about, ray? i'm with you currently, which means you're my current boyfriend," you explain.
you turn back to the camera, "anyways my current boyfriend and i are going to start with the cotton candy."
"don't change the subject," he takes the candy out of your hands. "are you seeing another guy?"
by this point, you're blatantly laughing in your boyfriend's face. you tried to suppress your laughter, but rafe has that look in his eyes that tells you he's moments away from blowing a fuse.
"what's funny? tell me, who is he? what's his name?" he demands.
you take his face in your hands, "aw, is my current boyfriend upset?"
rafe is essentially pouting as he grumbles, "yeah 'cause you keep callin' me that, i'm just your boyfriend."
"oh m'sorry rafe, it was just a prank," you tell him, smiling softly.
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what happens when rafe goes to kookprincess!reader after a fight...
contents: mentions of violence, fluff
wc: 355
it's after midnight when you hear your phone buzzing on your dresser. first with a phone call, then a text message. you groan, squinting your eyes to read the text.
unknown: it's rafe, i'm outside. open the door.
your eyebrows furrow when you see rafe's message. sliding your victoria's secret robe over your body, you make your way downstairs.
a rough knock on your front door sparks your chihuahua's high-pitched barks to erupt. grumbling, you say, "it's definitely rafe."
swinging the door open, you question, "what are youโ"
you gasp. your eyes are glued to the bruising on his left eye. "where'd you get that from?" you question, squinting to get a closer look.
the blood vessel in his eye was burst, leaving red splotches in its wake. the outer part of his eye was slightly swollen and discolored with a deep red and purple. the outdoor motion light only accentuates the injury.
massaging your temple, annoyed, you usher him inside. he walks in as if he knows the layout of your house already, as if he owns the place.
you cross your arms, waiting expectantly, "well? are you gonna explain yourself?"
"got into a fight with barry, motherfucker finally landed a punch," he chuckles dryly. you stare at him blankly, unmoved.
you sit rafe on the covered toilet seat, bending down to clean his wound. he groans when you gently press the cloth against his eye. he looks up at you with a puppy-like expression, hissing under his breath, "it hurts."
you shrug, lightening the pressure, "well you shouldn't have been fighting."
he hums distant, his eyes dropping to your cleavage. "eyes up here, cameron."
rafe pulls you into him once you finish, smirking when you relax in his hold. running your fingers through his blond strands, you tell him, "next time, tell me you're coming over hours in advance, just 'cause we went out once doesn't mean you show up unannounced," you add.
he smirks, toying with the satin belt of your robe. "so there's a next time?"
your roll your eyes, changing the subject, "keep this ice on your eye."
a/n: i fear this has been so overdone but it still eats
part one of two of the expansion to the clingybf!rafe headcannon
contents: prank gone wrong, begging n pleading (*cheers*), crying
wc: 506
you had been preparing for this prank for days now. growing quieter and distant just to seal the deal. although you knew rafe would fall for it even without preparation.
you previously hid your phone's camera behind a plant in your living room. your parents weren't home for the chaos that would ensue, so you knew it was the perfect time to strike.
you enter the living room with a blank expression, trying to mask your laughter. rafe looks up from his phone, patting his lap for you to sit.
instead you sit beside him, leaving distance between the two of you. his eyebrows furrowed with confusion at your actions.
you don't stall any longer when you say, "i think we should break up."
"w-what?" he sputtered, tossing his phone elsewhere.
"i've been thinking about it for a while, and i don't really see us having a future." you pick at your nails, trying to avoid his gaze. "you should go."
you stood up, trying to make your way out of the living room, when he blocked your pathway.
without pressure or hesitation, rafe sank to his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist as an attempt to stop you.
"don't do this, baby," he pleads. "you don't mean it," shaking his head in disbelief at the situation.
you resist the urge to cradle his face when he mumbles into your palm. he presses his lips to trail kisses up your hand, stopping at your pulse point.
"please, i can't live without you," he trembled, eyes flickering around your features for a hint that you'd stop torturing him.
you try to move, but his grip on you tightens. "enough, rafe, let's just end it."
he grunts frustratedly as he rests his head on your thigh, a pathetic look swirling in his blue eyes. you almost called the prank there, but you pushed the final button.
"you need to go rafe, i'm not in love with you anymore." with those words the dam breaks.
tears like you've never seen before spill from rafe cameron. your words echo in his mind, only furthering the stream of tears. his shoulders shake as you feel him sob into your thighs, tears soaking your leggings.
he pulls away from you, eyes puffy, bloodshot as they brim with more tears. his blond strands were stringy from the sweat forming on his skin. his nose is red as he sniffles, voice cracking as he tries to speak.
"don't say that baby, please, i can't take this anymore," and your front collapses.
your lips immediately form into a pout as you hug him back. "it was a prank for tiktok, ray," you chuckle softly. "i was playing, i still love you."
he pulls away from you slowly, eyes blown wide. "you serious, you're not leavin' me?" you nod.
"i wouldn't dream of it," you tell him, placing a kiss on the crown of his head.
you feel the tension in his muscles releasing at your words. he falls silent, hugging your body tighter.
a/n: this was an ask i saw in my inbox and i thought i'd write it hehe hope u enjoy!
a few clingybf!rafe headcannons but i fear they're lowk canon...
contents: s1 rafe sooo, yearner!rafe
wc: 316
let's begin with the obvious, clingybf!rafe cannot keep his hands off of you. if he's not getting withdrawal symptoms from the coke, it's definitely from not being able to touch you. at first, it would be small touches, hands shyly brushing against each other. once he understands you won't leave him, he's engulfing you from behind, burying his head in the crook of your neck. doesn't matter whether it's just you or around others.
clingybf!rafe will 100% blow your phone up. he doesn't care if you're just at home or out with friends. one text message would turn into twenty. he's already called you and facetimed you multiple times before. he needs you to answer. needs to know that you're not done with him. needs to know that you still love him.
don't even think about pranking clingybf!rafe. current boyfriend trend? not happening. fake breakup prank? now tears are brimming in his eyes. he's taking that one seriously. his brain couldn't even comprehend the thought of you leaving him.
say you had an argument that caused you to split up, clingybf!rafe is at your front door, fist pounding, shouting for you. he doesn't care that your parents are home or that your neighbors are peeking outside of their windows. rafe needs you to come down and let him make things right.
to expand on the previous thought, he's already woken your whole cul-de-sac, and ignored your parents telling him to go home, yet clingybf!rafe still calls for you. why? 'cause he knows you'll come outside. when you do, he's immediately grasping onto you, hands shakily cupping your cheeks. dilated pupils flickering around your face, like you were a figment of his imagination. his thumb would massage the wrinkle that formed between your frowning eyebrows. he would mumble apologies, promising to fix his mistakes as long as you stay with him.
a/n: hitting flow state when i write w early season rafe in mind (merry late xmas!!)
after noticing the attention librarian!reader has been receiving, frat!rafe gets jealous...
contents: language, mentions of violence, fluff at the end
wc: 708
you were practically invisible around campus before rafe. you sat in lectures alone, ate lunch alone, and worked your shifts in the near-desolate library alone. you were in your own bubble, and you missed it.
yes, you loved rafe, but you preferred to not be ambushed by random people daily. whether that was being swarmed by people in the cafรฉ during rare times rafe didn't eat with you, or when people would ask questions unrelated to the library, imposing on your relationship.
it didn't take much for rafe to notice. after all, he's memorized all your social cues. from the way you speak to people when you don't want to, to the way you look when you want to leave an event.
never would he have thought he would grow to despise his popularity. before you, he loved being the kook king, and now he hated how people would swarm you when you just wanted peace.
your eyes would lift from your book when a group of girls called your name, trying to be friendly. you'd reciprocate, but rafe sees all through the girl's facade. he would shoo them away, telling them to "fuck off," before diverting his attention back to you.
out of everything that came out of your relationship, he hated it when you caught the eye of other guys. he was one of those guys himself before. the type who only had one motive: to expand their roster, to brag to their friends that they pulled a girl out of their league.
yet, he couldn't blame them. you were gorgeous. doe-eyed expression, pouty lips, large glasses frames that you constantly pushed up. on top of that, you were the sweetest girl he's ever met, always kind to everyone who came up to you.
he hated that you talked to guys as if they had a chance, all while playing with the necklace he had bought you. letting the gold initial plate necklace hit the southern sunlight. your body softens when you feel rafe's presence behind you. you didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.
he'd question, arms crossed over his chest, "somethin' going on here?"
for once, rafe wasn't looking at you. his blue gaze was intense, threatening as he glared at the guy.
you rest your hand on his bicep, "ray, he was just asking me a question, don't be mad."
"m'never mad at you, sweetheart." he gently moved you behind him, "just wanna know what game this guy thinks he's playin'."
"i was justโ"
rafe's voice cuts the guy off, "next time i catch you talkin' to my girl, m'breakin' your jaw."
upon hearing the threat, you gasp and storm away. you don't look back, knowing rafe was following you.
you stop in your tracks, "we're not speaking until you get it together, rafe." turning to face him, you tell him, "i'm not being with you if you're going to be violent."
rafe doesn't say anything, the finality in your tone silencing him. all he could hope for was that for once, you wouldn't stick to your word.
as expected, you did. even when rafe waited outside your dorm like each morning, hoping to walk you to your lecture. you didn't bother looking his way, hearing him huff from behind you. you ignored him as he called out for you.
you'd eat lunch elsewhere after seeing him in your usual spot. feeling him following you out of the cafe. "baby, c'mon, i'll get it together," his voice echoed in the empty hallway.
you turn sharply, "you say this every time we have issues, rafe!"
"i'm tired of all these people harassing me, and then on top of that, you're getting jealous over what? a random guy?" you scoff.
his voice raises, "well what else am i supposed to do? just sit there and let some guy look at you like that?"
"lower your tone," your eyes thin, and he nods, looking down at the ground.
"i'm yours, rafe," you tell him sincerely. "i don't care about anyone else."
he closes the distance between the two of you. "you really mean that?"
you nod slowly, draping your arms around his neck. his hands instinctively land on your waist. "of course."
a/n: i wanted to thank u guys again for all the support you've shown my blog, more fics to come :)
WOW tysm for 1000 followers!! i really do appreciate it ๐
also i thought i should address it but to the anon who claimed i use chat gpt to write, i do not use ai and i never will. i've been writing since i was 13 and it's really disheartening to be accused of doing something like that when i work super hard & spend a lot of time to get these fics out there.
on a lighter note, i didn't think i would hit 1k so fast so i was thinking on making a special fic yo celebrate so pls lmk what you guys would be interested in reading :D
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despite not being a couple, rafe believed he had authority over you...
contents: long chapter beware, usage of (y/n), language, confrontations, mentions of drug use, violence, flashbacks
wc: 1.4k
director: "it got quite spicy during the heart rate challenge, didn't it?"
"i guess it did, huh? [laughs] "i don't know what came over me, honestly."
director: "looking back at the footage, both the crew and viewers sense some chemistry between you and rafe."
"wow, well i guess i did my job right then."
director: what was going through your mind during the heart rate challenge?"
"i was super nervous and in the back of my mind i was like: "how am i gonna pull this off?"
"i even thought rafe was gonna push me off of him until i really looked at him. he looked like he was ready to risk it all."
director: "one last thingโ what did you mean by country club? the nickname seemed familiar."
"oh i don't know, i was just into the bit, and i guess it slipped?" [grimaces]
director: "any thoughts on the heart rate challenge, rafe?"
"i mean what can i not say about it? i gotta say i was surprised (y/n) didn't do that for that jj guy."
director: "you guys seemed well acquainted with each other while your hands were... under her skirt."
"i mean, they had been beforeโ"
you hadn't had a chance to talk with jj since the previous challenge. not during dinner because he quickly ate without sparing you a glance. or before bed, where he turned his back on you as soon as you entered the room.
you knew you should've focused on jj the way you were supposed to. you were a couple after all, but once your eyes locked with rafe's, your body moved faster than your brain could.
"jj, just talk to me, please." you pleaded. "i promise it meant nothing, this is all just a game, right?"
"a game? (y/n), i thought we were serious about each other?" he questioned.
"you told me yourself you were looking for love, then next thing i know, you're all cozy with that douche bag."
"i had to, alright? or i'd get kicked off the show," you argued. "you'd do it too if you were in my position."
jj chuckled darkly. "sure (y/n). guess it's safe to say you're just like the other whore's on the island."
"jjโ"
"the fuck you just call her?" a voice cut you off.
"of fuckin' course he's here," jj scoffed. you suck him off in the bathroom or somethin'? that's why he's defending you?"
"don't do it rafe, he's not worth it," you scolded, memories from high school flashing through your mind.
"nah, m'not letting anybody talk about my girl like that," rafe gently shrugged your hand off of him.
"so i was right, there is somethin' between you," jj said smugly before rafe grabbed his tank top roughly. yanking the blond towards him.
"m'not gonna embarrass you on television so trust once this over i'm beatin' your ass," rafe gritted out. "but for now, if i even see you breathe in her direction i won't hesitate to have you head first in the sand."
before another word escaped rafe's mouth, you were already walking away from the scene. he let go of jj with a scowl, wanting to go after you, but you were already gone.
you and the other contestants were gathered around the bonfire for a new game. light conversation sparking around you.
you felt alone and isolated after everything that had happened earlier. you glanced over, seeing jj talking with another girl. you couldn't blame him; you deserved it.
then there was rafe, still coupled with sofia, even after claiming you and threatening your partner. his eyes were still burning into you, reading you.
"alright everyone, i know this may be a little childish, but how about a round of truth or dare?" jj proposed.
nobody objected, so he began. "this one's for (y/n), truth or dare?"
everyone's eyes were on you. in that moment, you wished you could just disappear off the face of the earth. you locked eyes with jj, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"how 'bout i pick for you, truth. i'm sure everybody's dying to know this one, but is there something going on between you and rafe?"
your whole body froze. you looked to rafe. his body shot up from his seat.
"what? you thought i was gonna keep your secret safe?" jj questioned incredulously.
"admit it (y/n). we can all tell you have history. i mean, the way you look at each other is enough," jj claimed.
you look at the other contestants, hoping they didn't believe him, but they all nodded in agreement.
jj steps up to you. his breath fanning over your face. "c'mon, tell everyone what they wanna hear, you've already wasted my time, don't waste theirs."
you try to back away, but jj tugs you closer to him. his grip on your wrist is tight, more than enough to bruise.
you've barely opened your mouth to get him to let go of you when rafe's fist collided with jj's cheek. the force of it makes you wince and stumble back.
the situation felt like deja vu, high school all over again. watching rafe fight for you over neither of you could control.
(flashback, senior year of high school)
it was the end-of-the-school-year bash. all the teens on the island were present.
trap music blares throughout the beach house. pairs of people playing beer pong, others tapping the keg stands, or taking the less extreme route and taking shots. some dancing wildly or just simply talking on couches and portable seating.
you and rafe had argued for what felt like the millionth time this week. the two of you haven't quite hit the on-and-off path, but you were steadily approaching that stage.
for now, it was spitting regretful words at each other, silent treatment, then making up. it was all an awful cycle that you used to believe would disappear over time. instead, the small flames burned quicker than you could put them out.
it was miserable, really, watching other girls be in happy relationships while you were trying to grasp onto and mend your own.
you were so desperately trying to hold on, especially since you and rafe's history runs so deep. knowing each other since childhood and have been dating since your final year of middle school.
your friend pulls you up from your spot on the couch. "i'm sick of seeing you crying over rafe. let's dance."
it was fun at first, freeing, even. allowing your body to loosen under the multicolored lighting and the thundering music, smiling and laughing at you and your friend's dance moves.
until the music cut off and shouting commences outside. you and your friend exchange a look upon hearing that familiar baritone voice.
you rush to the front yard, pushing past spectators to get to your boyfriend. "rafe!" you called.
he paused the screaming match he was having with the other guy when his eyes met yours. you noticed rafe's bloody fist and the guy's bloody nose.
you hated to admit it, but rafe looked like a total train wreck. his blond locks were stringy and sticking to his face, his face was pale with his pupils dilated, and he was still in the same clothes he wore two days ago.
you looked at him with scrutiny and a flicker of exhaustion.
guilt crept onto his features as he made his way to you. "baby, i'm sorry. i swear i'm doing better."
you didn't believe it, and you were positive he didn't either. "are you? how many times are you going to tell me that?"
he opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him. "i'm tired, rafe." you choked. "the drugs, the fighting, all of it."
"you know i've been trying to quit, baby," you look at him in disbelief.
you crossed your arms. "yeah? and what about the fighting? doesn't seem like you've been trying to stop that either."
you watch him grow irritated. "i do this to protect you, (y/n). you think i wanna fight these assholes?"
"you think m'just gonna sit around and let some asshole call you out your name? you're my girl, and i'm here to protect you."
your fists clench as you try to compose yourself. "protect me? you're hurting me, rafe. i hate seeing you high, i hate seeing you fight and get hurt."
your voice cracks, "this isn't the person i fell in love with."
he sighs. "you know i'll never be that person again."
your voice wavers, tears brimming your waterline. "well, i'm not sticking around for this one."
you gently push past him, wiping the tears that streamed steadily down your face. you don't bother looking back. the ringing in your ears drowns out his shouts of your name.
kiara pulls you from the scene after security pulls rafe and jj away from each other. "talk 'bout my girl again n' see what happens."
a/n: its pathetic how long it took me to write this (this is still ongoing if that answers ur question anon). perhaps one day jj won't be an antagonist in my fics also pls lmk any ideas for the next chapter so i wont take forever to write this lol
just rafe being desperate for a date with kookprincess!reader!
contents: desperate!rafe (once again), reader makes fun of him, childhood acquaintances to lovers lol, language
wc: 397
you've known rafe for as long as you could, unfortunately, remember. living in the same cul-de-sac since you were kids, and he always made himself known to you. whether that was befriending topperโthe kid who lived across the street from youโto play football together. to which he always coincidentally managed to land the ball in your yard.
then, as a teenager, he became the self-proclaimed 'kook king'; you couldn't take him seriously once everybody began calling him that. his ego grew so much because of that, too, thinking he could ask you out at a party one evening.
"c'mon, i'm the richest guy on the island," he huffed. "i could give you everything you want n' more."
"why would i want anything from you?" your gaze scrutinizing. "plus isn't 'your' money actually ward's?"
if it were any of the other assholes on the island, they would've made sure to insult you before storming off. not rafe. if anything, it made him pursue you more. he loved the chase, and chase you he would.
you thought he would start out small. handwritten notes, chocolates, teddy bears, even. yet you underestimated how much rafe cameron truly knew you.
gift boxes wrapped intentionally, piled high in your doorway. bouquets of flowers packed onto your porch. not just any kind of flowers either, your favorite baby pink roses, rafe consistently saw on your social media.
he'd stand in your driveway. smirking proudly as you stared at the scene in front of you. "how 'bout now?" he would ask.
with your face deadpanned and your puppy sniffing the unfamiliar items, you'd tell him, "still a no, cameron."
rejection after rejection, rafe never faltered. even when you told him that your room was overflowing with his gifts. "i'll slow down when you go out with me," he'd tell you, receiving an eye roll from you in return.
years down the line, you finally accepted when he slammed a wad of cash down in front of you. "what is this and how'd you find me here?" you questioned.
you were about to tell him off when he put your hand on his chest. the puppy in your purse barking at the sudden movement.
"you feel how fast my heart beats every time i see you?" your widened eyes look back into his dilated ones, "just one date alright? i just want one chance to prove i can take care of you."
saw the hottest doctor while visiting my friend at the hospital and now we can't stop imagining doctor!rafe........
DOCTOR YOU!
when a drunken night lands your friend in the hospital, you catch the eye of a handsome doctor...
contents: doctor!rafe, a bit of an age gap by a few years, meet cute, size difference
wc: 626
at one point this evening, you and your friend were having the time of your lives. dancing wildly to the surprisingly good music that the dj played. being the designated driver of the night, you mainly chatted at the bar. occasionally glancing at your friend who had downed more shots than you could count.
with your friend stumbling out of the bar drunkenly, you should've known an accident was bound to happen. one slip on a jacked-up sidewalk and a broken heel, and you were left sitting on an uncomfortable hospital chair.
"did you see my doctor earlier? he's totally your type," your friend comments.
you shot her a look," no, i was too busy assuring your safety to your mother."
"seriously?" she groans. "well, when he comes back, you'd better get his number or something."
"oh, please, just focus on getting better and not on my loveโ", you flinch at the sound of the door slamming shut.
pulling your gaze from your phone, your eyes instantly lock with a pair of blue eyes. you find yourself studying his features. full eyebrows furrowed in thought as he took in your appearance. his neatly buzzed hair both suited him and accentuated his strong facial structure. you can't seem to tear your eyes off of him.
"dr. cameron," he introduces. "you must be the friend, correct?" he questions, holding his hand out for you to shake.
blinking rapidly, you snap out of your daze. "i am, nice to meet you," you tell him with a smile.
you take his hand, and the handshake you share is firm. the warmth of his large palm engulfed yours. crazy as it sounds, you almost begin to melt into it. you feel him linger before hesitating to let go, and he eventually does.
"same here," he voices. he maintains eye contact with a grin gracing his handsome features.
the two of you took occasional glances at each other while rafe talked to your friend. you were glad your friend was sober now because you hadn't caught onto anything he was saying since you were basically undressing your friend's doctor with your eyes.
just as he left, your friend carefully turned to you. "i saw you two! he's so into you!" your friend squealed. "you should thank me for spraining my ankle because now you have a husband," she stated.
rolling your eyes playfully, you tell her, "whatever, i'm heading out, your mom's on the way, right?"
she nods as you hike your purse over your shoulder. "i expect a call updating me on you and dr. cameron," she called out from behind you.
you laugh at her words, bidding her goodbye. shutting the door behind you, your body jumps in shock. you nearly stumble on your heels before an arm wraps around your waist, catching you.
"can't have you fallin', now can i?" rafe joked.
"definitely not," you chuckle shyly, failing to avoid his intense gaze.
with him standing in front of you, you were able to acknowledge your drastic height difference. even in your heels, your head met his chest.
scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, he said, "well since you're in front o' me, i was wonderin' if i could take you out sometime?"
"i'd like that," you smiled up at him. "hopefully in something more casual," you gestured to your outfit.
rafe takes that as an opportunity to get another look at you. taking in the way you wore that tiny dress confidently. allowing the sheer lace and cut-outs to leave little to the imagination. the way you didn't look fatigued in the tall, pink, pleaser heels you were wearing. the cute tilt to your head, paired with the batting of your eyelashes, had him hooked.
a/n: so sorry i took forever to write this i've been in a slump :(
some headcannons i made for bikerbf!rafe!
contents: language, past drug usage, fluff, gif not mine
wc: 433
bikerbf!rafe, who met you after the wheels of his motorcycle splashed you. the muddy water soaked your clothes just as you were about to make it to your first lecture. the grungy water is staining your white cami. speckles of dirt left on your pink mini skirt.
"oh shit," he muttered as he removed his helmet, revealing his tousled, dirty blond hair.
bikerbf!rafe, who was going to apologize to you until you stomped over to him. your kitten heels are hitting the damp pavement with irritation written across your face.
"you were just going way over the speed limit, y'know that?" you scolded.
"and you just ruined my new skirt," you shrieked, finally noticing the greyish stains on the fabric.
bikerbf!rafe, who just thought you were so amusing. smirking and laughing under his breath while you rambled on about your clothes. your lip jutted out in a pout when he interrupted you. "can't do anythin' if you keep bitchin' about your skirt, sweetheart."
"well, for starters, you can take me back home so i can change, then i expect a reimbursement for my outfit."
he snorted at your requests until he noticed your deadpanned face. "you serious?"
bikerbf!rafe, who ended up doing exactly what you said. putting the spare helmet over your head. letting you wrap your arms around his midsection. he even drove less recklessly, chuckling at the way your grip tightened on him when he revved the engine.
bikerbf!rafe, who waited outside of your house. leaning against his bike as he lit a cigarette. something he found himself reaching for instead of harder drugs.
bikerbf!rafe, who sent you more than the amount of money you asked him to send you. brushing it off when you insisted it was too much. "just go to class, sweetheart. i'll see you soon."
bikerbf!rafe, who continued to stick around. becoming your personal chauffeur while also being your boyfriend. waiting for you outside your house before your lectures, then outside of your classes. a faint smile on his lips as he watched you walk to him excitedly.
bikerbf!rafe, who doesn't like physical touch. except when it came from you. immediately accepting your hug when you hold your arms out for him. lifting you slightly off the ground, your giggles filling his ears.
bikerbf!rafe, who loved taking you on late-night bike rides. the feeling of your body heat against his. the way you rested your head on his back because you were tired.
bikerbf!rafe, who found the one thing to love more than his bike. you.
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enjoying the early stages of your relationship with rafe!
contents: established relationship, rafe's quite clingy, flufff, gif not mine
wc: 290
the sound of shuffling wakes you up. the afternoon sunlight casts a warm hue around rafe's bedroom.
still wrapped in the soft comforter, you sit up. you notice the dress you wore last night hanging on the door. your eyes then land on rafe, watching his back muscles flex as he pulls a t-shirt over his head. you linger at the sight before tossing the covers off of you.
as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, rafe looks up, chuckling lightly at your disheveled appearance. "where you goin', doll?"
"gonna start heading out," you tell him, stretching your limbs. "thank you for the shirt, by the way."
he makes quick strides across the room, caging you in between his arms. "you busy or somethin'?" you shake your head.
"then stay for a while," he says, flopping on the bed beside you.
"aren't you busy?" you counter, looking at him in wonder.
"for you? never," he says with that smirk that never failed to make your face flush.
you soon end up in his bathroom, sitting on top of the marble counter. the smooth surface is cooling your thighs as you brush your teeth. your eyes drift to rafe occasionally before looking away when he meets your gaze.
"you know you can look at me, right? m'all yours," he tells you before spitting the minty substance into the sink.
you stay silent, letting his words sink in as you finish brushing your teeth.
"you really mean that?" you question, your gaze hopeful.
"'course i do," he says, gently dragging you closer to him. his palms rest on your hips. his eyes were fixed on your lips before meeting your eyes. "i don't say things i don't mean."
nurse!reader spending her birthday with military!rafe!contents: rafe spoiling reader (as he should), established relationship (new relationship), fluff, a little suggestive
wc: 570
the hotel room looked fit for royalty. large, bronze accented furniture with velvet tufted cushioning. intricate shell detailing hand-carved into the furnishings.
the light fixtures were just as grand as the rest of the furniture in the room. the chandelier hanging over the bed had more crystals than you could count. the bedside lamps had an antique look. floral hand-painted designs wrapped around the ceramic base.
everything from the bedsheets to the pillowcases were one hundred percent egyptian cotton. the fabric is gentle and smooth against your skin.
if anything, the bathroom looked more incredible than bedroom. the recessed lighting gave it a modernized feel. the combined shower-tub and toilet were separate from the sink.
the mirror spanned across the marble counter. the ornate mirror frame was centered in front of the sink. white roses and orchids were also set on the counter.
aside from the luxurious furniture, the bedroom was decorated with baby pink ribbons and clear balloons, lightly filled with gold confetti. gift bags were placed sparsely around the bed, some on the nightstands. victoria's secret bags filled the remaining space. presents that couldn't be placed in bags were neatly laid out on the bed.
"'course, sweetheart. you thought i wasn't gonna get you anythin'?" the look on your face told him you didn't.
"this all for me, ray?" you asked, astonishment written all over your face.
this was your first birthday spent together since getting married, and rafe would be damned to not plan something special for you.
after the countless nights he witnessed coming back from deployment, feeling you melt in his arms after an overnight shift at the hospital. exhaustion-ridden just to do it all again.
"'m takin' care of you this weekend," his tone firm and final. "don't even let the thought of doin' somethin' for me enter that pretty little head of yours, alright?"
the first thing you did was give rafe a fashion show. a little something for him to appreciate.
he's leaned against the headboard, his arms crossed behind his head, nearly bulging out of his polo. eyes following your every movement as you pose in the first mini dress you put on. a baby pink house of cb bandage dress you've been eyeing for months.
your husband was completely entranced and drinking in every curve the dress accentuated. his gaze stuck on the way the dress dipped, showcasing your cleavage.
night fell as the television played lowly in the background. the candles rafe lit for you, illuminating the room. his spiky buzz cut is still damp from the shower you took together. chest bare as you rested your chin on his warm skin.
the low hums he released grew prominent as your outfits became tinier and sheer. "don't start somethin' you can't finish, now," he grunted, southern drawl becoming more noticeable.
your body is swimming in one of rafe's white t-shirts, the lingering scent of detergent and his cologne filling your nostrils. you couldn't find it within you to tear your gaze away from him.
"what's wrong, sweetheart?" he questioned, smiling faintly.
"nothing, just i was gonna do something like this," you told him, gesturing to the tv and the bottle of rosรฉ on the nightstand. "but you made it better."
"as my wife, you deserve nothing but the best, and i'll give you that for as long as i live," and you knew he meant it.
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