𐔌 18 , scorpio , salty breeze , matcha w almond milk , fangirl , navy spezials , night sky , warm sand , rafey’s sweetheart 𐦯
let’s go over some stuff first . . shall we?
dni list
- basic criteria, such as: racists, homophobes, transphobes, etc. , minors. i will not tolerate any discrimination, disrespect, bullying or anything similar to the points above.
who do i write for?
- mainly rafe cameron, but i’d be open to take requests for any of the other guys! i’m also obsessed with the bear, so carmy’s always a fun one to write
reader
- seeing as i’m a cis female, i’m, strictly, only comfortable with writing for f!reader.
what are some red flags when it comes to requests?
- self explanatory: i won’t be answering any requests that have anything to do with dubcon/noncon. other than that, we’ll see on the way :)
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synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.
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“…and the grammy goes to-
flatline by city lights!" the entire table erupted in cheers.
rafe froze for a moment, his breath hitching as the realization set in. topper and jj were already on their feet, hugging each other, clapping him on the back, but his first instinct was to turn to you. his eyes met yours, wide with disbelief and excitement.
“you did it!” you laughed, gripping his arm.
rafe shook his head, a dazed smile spreading across his face before he cupped your face and kissed you, right there, in front of everyone. it was quick, but it was full of everything he was feeling.
then, his band pulled him toward the stage. he let out a breath, running a hand through his hair as they made their way up, the crowd still cheering.
standing in front of the microphone, grammy in hand, rafe glanced down at it, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. "wow," he breathed. "this is… this is insane."
topper gave his thanks, expressing his gratitude for the group, families, and fans, and jj did the same. but when it was rafe’s turn to speak, he cleared his throat, gripping the microphone a little tighter. his eyes searched for you in the crowd, and when he found you, he smiled.
“i- man. i don’t even know where to start,” he admitted, exhaling a small laugh. “but i do know that none of this would’ve happened without someone very important to me.” his voice softened as he continued, “y/n, you’ve been my muse, my best friend, my soulmate. the person who’s kept me going when i wasn’t sure i could. every song, every lyric, every note, i owe it all to you. damn this song wouldn't have even come about if it wasn't for you." he laughed.
the crowd let out an “aww” while sarah nudged you, but you barely heard them over the rush of emotions flooding through you.
rafe smiled at you, a little breathless. “so, this one’s for you. everything is for you. always.”
the audience cheered again, but all you could do was press your hand to your heart, feeling it race as you looked at him, the love of your life, standing on that stage, holding a grammy, telling the world that you were his greatest inspiration.
as soon as the cameras cut to the next segment and the band stepped off stage, rafe was already searching for you. his heart was still racing, his hands still shaking from the overwhelming rush of it all. winning a grammy. dedicating it to you. seeing the way your eyes shone when he said your name.
and then he saw you.
you were already moving, weaving through the crowd before he could even reach you. the second you were close enough, rafe grabbed your waist and pulled you against him, his lips crashing into yours in a way that sent the entire room spinning.
it was messy, desperate, filled with adrenaline and love all at once. the kind of kiss that felt like sealing a promise, like proving, over and over again, that this was real.
when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming out in short, exhilarated bursts.
you laughed softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. "i'm so proud of you, rafe. so, so proud."
his eyes softened, something deeper settling in them. "none of this would’ve happened without you y/n."
your chest tightened at his words, and before you could say anything else, he kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate, like he was savoring the moment.
a throat cleared behind you, breaking the moment. "alright, you two," topper smirked, holding up the grammy. "are we celebrating or what?"
rafe huffed a small laugh, tucking you into his side as he turned back to his band. "hell yeah, we are."
and with his arm around you, his grammy in hand, and a night of celebrating ahead, he’d never felt more complete.
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the night blurred into a whirlwind of champagne toasts, laughter, and celebration. the afterparty was packed with industry elites, flashing lights, and music blasting from every corner, but for rafe, the only thing that mattered was you.
he barely let you out of his sight. every time someone pulled him away for a conversation or a photo, he found his way back to you within minutes, his arm around your waist, his lips brushing against your temple, whispering things only meant for you.
at some point, you both ended up outside on a quiet balcony, the noise of the party muffled behind the heavy doors. the city stretched out before you, glittering under the night sky.
rafe stood beside you, hand intertwining with yours. he exhaled slowly, like he was finally letting himself breathe.
"you did it," you murmured, squeezing his hand.
he turned to face you fully, a soft smile playing on his lips. "we did it."
you rolled your eyes, but your heart swelled. "i didn’t write the songs, rafe."
he shook his head. "no, but you were always there. he murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, "winning this… it doesn’t even compare to having you back."
your heart stuttered at his words. "rafe-"
"i mean it," he cut in, his voice softer now. "this whole thing, music, the band, the award- it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. but none of it means anything if i don’t have you to share it with."
you swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words settle in your chest. "you do have me," you whispered, lacing your fingers through his. "you always have."
"good," he murmured. "because you’re my greatest success." he kissed you gently, "i love you, y/n," he said, voice rough with emotion. "i always have. and i swear, i always will."
you reached up, cupping his face, your thumb brushing against his cheek. "i love you too, rafe. always."
his lips crashed into yours, the city lights flickering around you, but you barely noticed. because in that moment, nothing else existed.
nothing else mattered.
just you and him.
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a/n: and just like that, chasing city lights has come to an end. i genuinly cannot thank you all for the love and support i have gotten on this. it's my first ever time writing and doing an smau, so just to see you guys love it so much has made me the happiest girl alive. i really hope you enjoyed the ending, and please stay tuned as a new smau fic is right round the corner! just need a few days to get it all up and running.
i love you guys SO MUCH i am going to miss this story dearly i will forever hold it so close to my heart.
fuck i'm so emotional rn
thank you thank you thank you!!!!!! city lights forever
a/n: hihi! decided to start adding some written shiznits :p felt like the story needed some more depth
being back at tannyhill felt.. weird. to be honest — being outside felt weird. you hadn’t left the house in a week, after all.
you raise your fist when you reach the front door, knocking gently. after a few shuffles from behind it, the door swings open, rafe now standing in front of you.
“hi,” you mutter quietly, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
“hey,” he replies, giving you a small nod which said to come in. and that you did, “m’glad you’re here. uh..” he starts, scratching his nose when you step in, “really glad.”
“uh-huh,” you sigh, heart beating out of your chest.
“want anythin’?” rafe asks, following close behind as you approach the living room couch.
“does peace and quiet count?” a small, weak chuckle leaves your throat.
“meant like.. water or somethin’. but that’s also available,” he tries to joke, a dry huff escaping through his smiling lips.
“the latter,” you add, plopping down on the couch and watching as he does the same, a bit further away.
the silence was.. comfortable, to say the least. not awkward or tense, but nice.
“y/n—“
“don’t. please, i just.. jus’ need some quiet,” you quickly interrupt him, exhaling heavily when your head hits the plush backrest. rafe sighs, this time scratching his eyebrow.
“you, uh.. y’wanna sleep?” he asks carefully. nodding, you close your eyes. a whispered ‘gotcha’ is the last thing you hear before feeling his body scoot closer to yours, and dozing off
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his fingers are soaked, drenched, and he looks absolutely gone over it. half-lidded eyes, lips parted, hair messy from where you’ve been tugging at it, chest rising and falling like he’s trying to pace himself when all he really wants to do is ruin you.
"jesus, baby," he murmurs, dragging his fingers up through your slick, teasing over your clit in slow, torturous circles before slipping them back inside you, all the way to the knuckle. "you feel that? so wet for me."
you do. it's so much, so overwhelming, your skin hot and sticky, your thighs trembling where they spread open for him. he's been working you open for what feels like forever—coaxing, pushing, playing—and he knows exactly what he's doing. he can feel how close you are, how you're clenching around him, how you're already on the edge and trying so hard not to fall.
his smirk is pure sin. "ohh, that’s good, huh? getting all tight on me—fuck. you're gonna come again, aren't you?"
you can’t even answer, can barely breathe past the way your stomach is clenching, the way heat is building and building and—
"c'mon, pretty girl," he coaxes, curling his fingers inside you just right, rubbing that spot that makes your vision go white. "let me see it."
you feel it.
your back arches, a sharp little cry breaking past your lips as the pleasure overtakes you, as something deep inside you releases all at once, gushing down his wrist, slicking up his palm.
"oh, fuck," rafe chokes out, delighted, wrecked, watching it happen, watching you fall apart in a way neither of you were expecting. "oh my god."
then—he grins.
his free hand grips your thigh, holds you down as he pulls his fingers out, as he leans in, as he puts his face directly in front of the mess spilling out of you.
his mouth opens—his tongue—he's so shameless about it, lets the wetness splash against his skin, laughing when a stray drop lands on his cheek, tilting his head back like he's standing in the fucking rain.
"oh, baby," he groans, wiping his soaked face with the back of his hand, eyes blown, lips curved. "you just made my whole fucking night."
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