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BUZZCUT!RAFE who couldn't not know you any longer, making his move at prom. rafe didn't bring a date—half the island had asked him, but he couldn't be bothered. you went with a guy from your grade who had asked you nicely, and you figured, why not? and by the time everyone had shown up to a beachfront after party, you were over your date and slipped away into the kitchen to grab a drink, when rafe walked in a minute later. instead of backing out when he saw you, he leaned against the counter, smirked, and tried to throw some line your way. to his own shock, you didn't blush or giggle. you just leaned against the kitchen island, looked him dead in the eye, and gave him a stubborn retort that deflated his ego. you treated him like a regular person, unimpressed by his family name or status. instead of getting mad, rafe was fascinated. he stayed in that kitchen talking to you for an hour, captivated by your wit and the fact that he actually had to work to keep up with you.

BUZZCUT!RAFE who, after that night, you'd started seeing at bonfires, beach parties, and casual hangouts considering your two friend groups had somehow started to merge. the more you were around him, the more you realized the rumors surrounding him, that you'd been hearing since freshman year of high school, didn't capture who he actually was, or who he'd become. he was calmer now it seemed, focused on bettering himself, and incredibly attentive—even buzzing his hair to signal a fresh start.

BUZZCUT!RAFE who, after one long impromptu night of driving around in his truck listening to music, ended up back at his place with you staring at him in the passenger seat. you slept together that night—passionate, intense, and something that shifted the ground beneath your feet. the next morning, you panicked. you didn't want to be another casualty of rafe cameron's board game of girls. you woke up, threw your clothes on, and acted distant when he woke up, trying to brush it off as a casual mistake. but he didn't let you slide out the door, stepping into your path, blocking the doorway and placing his hands on your hips, crowding you into his space as he forced you to look up at him. his jaw was tight, but his voice was soft—"you're spinning a whole bunch of bullshit in your head right now, thinking this was a game to me. it wasn't. don't walk out of here acting like last night didn't mean anything, because it meant somethin' to me."

BUZZCUT!RAFE who didn’t make you his girlfriend that morning—not because he didn't want to, but because he wanted to do it right. he knew you were a prize, a high-status girl who deserved high-status shit, and he wanted to prove to you how serious he was. it took him three weeks to ask—the weeks leading up to it filled with him spoiling you with dates, meeting your parents and winning them over, and perfectly integrating himself into who you were.

BUZZCUT!RAFE who didn't do a super massive gesture because he knew you wouldn't want it. he asked you out for a late-night cruise, telling you to wear something comfortable. when you climbed aboard, you found the deck covered in blankets, your favorite food warming in containers, and a speaker playing the same playlist he'd played in his car that night. he took the boat out to a secluded spot on the marsh where the water looked like glass under the moonlight. after you both ate and laughed, you were sitting in his lap in one of his grey hoodies he brought just in case you got cold. he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. he didn't hand you a promise ring. it was a bracelet, one you'd mentioned once in conversation and not even with him. he clasped it around your wrist, hands lingering over your skin. he looked down at you, thumb tracing your jawline—"i'm not playin' you, and i'm sure as hell not lettin' anyone else think they have a chance with you. you're my girl now. i'm takin' care of you from here on out, alright?"

BUZZCUT!RAFE whose polo shirts and slacks are strictly for functions, spending most days in high-end loungewear—oversized sweatpants, heavy-hooded streetwear sweatshirts, and sneakers

BUZZCUT!RAFE whose truck always smells like his cologne and your perfume, bass vibrating through the seats. his playlists are a mix of trap, R&B, and rap (think future, gunna, drake, j.cole and brent faiyaz). he knows every lyric, rapping them to you while keeping one hand resting on your thigh

BLACK!KOOK!GF who, to the world, is too gorgeous for your own good, making most label you unapproachable—witty, an envious sense of style, and an air of confidence that makes people naturally clear a path for you. rafe is obsessed, loving that, to everyone else, you look like a woman who wouldn't give anyone the time of day, knowing that the moment you two are alone, you turn into his baby

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF who act like two giant, goofy kids when alone (or not). rafe will randomly pick you up and sling you over his shoulder while you're trying to do something, you screaming and hitting his back while he chuckles. you chase each other through the halls of the house, occasionally knocking over a vase or stubbing toes, ending up in a laughing heap on the floor. you drag him into arts and crafts—making him do pottery or painting. he pretends to complain, but always ends up sitting there with a focused look on his face

BUZZCUT!RAFE who loves taking you out on the boat. he captains while you sunbathe on the deck in a designer bikini. he keeps a constant eye on you, stepping away from the wheel just to rub sunscreen onto your back, kissing your shoulders, and whispering how beautiful you look. and when the sun goes down and the breeze picks up, he tosses you a hoodie and pulls you into his lap while the boat drifts, wrapping his arms around you, just content to watch the water.

BLACK!KOOK!GF who doesn't can't spend your money when rafe is around. if you try to pay for your food, drinks, nails, or clothes—anything—he will glare at you, pull out his card, and push yours away. if you somehow manage to pay before he can stop you or he isn't around to stop you, he'll zelle you double the amount with the note, "i'm gonna beat your ass."

BUZZCUT!RAFE who spoils you to a fault, buys you anything you glance at. it reached a point where your closet was overflowing with Chanel, Bottega Veneta, Telfar bags, and endless rows of shoes.

"rafe, seriously, you need to stop buying me stuff. i don't have room for it."

"i'll buy you more room for it, then."

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF whose number one love language (besides physical touch) is music. before those headache inducing Cameron family foundation galas or country club charity events, rafe always gets visibly tense—jaw tight, shoulders locked in place under his suit jacket. right before one though, you text him a link to a playlist. now he listens to it on his way to every one

BUZZCUT!RAFE who you'd told casually one night that you can’t read to songs that have lyrics because you get distracted. rafe didn't say anything at the time. but the next morning, you find a playlist in your library titled "focus, baby". it's all instrumentals, some cinematic lo-fi here and there, ambient rap beats, and classical piano tracks he'd spent hours digging up from the memory of the music his biological mother used to listen to with him. he's never shared those songs with anyone, not even sarah

BUZZCUT!RAFE who no longer yells, throws things, or loses his temper. especially not during arguments with you—his frustration showing in a clenched jaw, a hardened gaze, and a deeply firm tone.

BUZZCUT!RAFE who uses blunt language when he's annoyed—"what the fuck are you talkin' about right now?" or "you're saying a whole bunch of bullshit."

BLACK!KOOK!GF who doesn't do arguments in the first place, but hates them with rafe. independent, but a softie with him. if the tension goes on too long, your eyes well up with tears, and the second a tear rolls down your cheek, rafe's shoulders fall and he drops his head, lets out a sigh, and steps to you, pulling you against his chest. but because you're stubborn, you tend to struggle at first, pushing his chest—"get off me." but he never lets go. he just wraps his arms tighter around your waist, buries his face in your neck—"jus' calm down. i'm sorry, alright? just breathe."

BUZZCUT!RAFE whose family approves of you. ward is proud rafe found someone who comes from an established, wealthy kook family with an immaculate reputation. ward sees you as an asset to uphold the Cameron name. sarah was hesitant at first. because of your untouchable exterior, she thought you were a typical clicky, elitist kook girl. but once she actually sat down and talked to you, you two clicked. now, she tends to stop by your house and raid your closet until rafe shows up, kicking her out.

BLACK!KOOK!GF whose parents knew about rafe's wild past and were wary at first. but rafe consistently showed up and proved himself. so much so, that your house became his home. your family gave him the unconditional love his own never could. your mom always cooks and leaves him leftovers. your dad invites him over to sit on the couch, drink a beer, and yell at sports on the tv. he's even met your extended family—your older brother and sister, who have moved away, trust him. when they bring their kids down for the holidays, your nieces and nephews tackle him to the floor yelling, "uncle rafey!". the first time they did that, rafe actually had to step into the bathroom to hide his tears because he had never felt so accepted

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF who are the power couple of the island. other kook guys envy rafe, and kook girls try to mirror your style and demeanor. but no one dares disrespect either of you. even pogues were shocked at first. they expected rafe to stay a loose cannon forever. but when they see him out with you—calm, collected, protective, and completely sober—they respect it. they know you don't take any bullshit, and they respect that you seemed to have tamed such a guy just by loving him right

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF who had a wild night when you both breathed 'i love you' into each other's mouthes and, weeks later, snuck off to a tattoo shop. you get matching micro-tattoos of each other’s first initials. you get his "R" tucked subtly behind your ear or on the inside of your finger, and he gets your initial in a sharp, clean font on the inside of his wrist

BUZZCUT!RAFE who's still pretty gentle in the bedroom, but when the heat catches up to him, he gets a little rougher. he likes to use his weight to pin you down, hands anchoring your wrists above your head or gripping your hips to guide your movements. he'll bite your shoulder or the skin of your neck. he'll wrap his hand around the base of your hair to tilt your head back for a sloppy kiss

BUZZCUT!RAFE who is overly vocal in the moment. he speaks in a low, raspy murmur right against your ear or mouth., telling you exactly what is it he wants or asking you.

"arch your back f'me,"

"nuh-uh, don't close your eyes, look at me"

"tell me what you want"

"gotta speak up angel, can't hear you"

BUZZCUT!RAFE whose two biggest kinks are breeding and marking. with marking applying to him, specifically. nothing makes him a happier camper than walking around knowing he's covered in hickeys, scratch marks, and the occasional bites—whether people can see them or not

BUZZCUT!RAFE who most likely also has some kind of underlying size kink—loving the way you squirm, muttering things like, "it's too much" or "slow down" or "you're too deep"—especially considering, half the time those words tumble from your lips, he isn't even halfway in yet. he finds it adorable that you sometimes struggle or gag giving him head, you seeming dissatisfied that you couldn't go all the way down on it, but unbeknownst to you for a while, however, it only pushed him closer to that edge

BLACK!KOOK!GF who is just as vocal. kind of a soft brat, you tend to make high-pitched, whiny sounds when he's teasing you or moving too slow. you moan his name, whisper what you want, and even gets relatively sassy even in bed—which only makes him smirk and drive in a little harder just to cut your words off

BLACK!KOOK!GF who, when you have a fresh silk press or a perfectly laid ponytail, always warns him beforehand—"rafe, do not mess up my hair. i'm so fuckin' serious." he'll smirk and promise to be careful, but the moment things get hot and heavy, his hands find the back of your neck, his fingers burying into your hair, sweat sliding off of his body and onto yours, and before you know it, your hair is done for

BLACK!KOOK!GF who, the second it's over, will look in the mirror, see the puffiness at your roots, and let out a dramatic, whiny groan. rafe will walk up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, kiss your shoulder, and look at your hair in the mirror with a smug, satisfied grin before slapping your ass and pulling away. and, before you can open your mouth to chew him out for it, you hear the chime on your phone—an apple pay notification popping up for $250

but it doesn't stop at your hair, BUZZCUT!RAFE treats your beauty maintenance like a monthly bill that he is solely responsible for. he has his card on file with your nail tech, your lash artist, and your esthetician. if you mention wanting a new tattoo or a new piercing, he just hums, asks you to send him the inspo pic and, from there, you're right to expect a text from him on a random day in the middle of the week with a date and time, the link to one of the more renowned tattoo shops, his only words underneath, 'i already handled the deposit. i'll pay the rest when i take you to get it.' he loves seeing you love yourself, and he takes pride in knowing he’s the one providing it for you

BLACK!KOOK!GF who, because you are very meticulous about your appearance, sometimes refuses to go to a hair stylist—especially when you want a specific look

BUZZCUT!RAFE who both admires and hates when you decide to do your own hair. it's not because he doesn't like the look or the mess it creates for the next 6 to 12 hours—he thinks you look breathtaking in anything, especially boho braids, and he could care less about the hair all over the bathroom floor—it’s because he cannot stand seeing you suffer for hours. when he sees you pulling out the packs of hair and setting up your mirrors, his jaw tightens—"i thought we talked about this. baby, i'll pay double whatever your lady charges to get you in her chair today. i don't want you standing on your feet and cramping your hands up for ten hours straight. it's ridiculous. let me take care of it."

and because BLACK!KOOK!GF has to be the definition of a soft brat, you’ll pout and sigh, rolling your eyes, insisting that nobody else does the parts right or gets the boho curls to sit exactly how you want them.

and BUZZCUT!RAFE, realizing you aren't backing down, sighs and rolls up the sleeves of his hoodie, "alright, fine. then i'm helping. show me." and he'll sit on a stool in your shared bathroom for hours, dedicated to helping you manage your hair. and though his hands are large and calloused from working on cars and boats, the way he touches your head is unbelievably gentle. he's focused on not pulling your edges into the braids along your hairline or causing you any pain. he'll take extra care to make sure your parts are straight, leaning in with his tongue is slightly poking out in concentration.

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF who, because you both have to maintain polished personas, during the day at least, the anticipation built up through text is unfathomable. if rafe is stuck in something family or business related, you’ll send him a quick 'fit check' selfie in the mirror. it looks innocent to anyone else, but you're wearing one of the silk or lace sets he bought you under an oversized piece of clothing of his, the material peeking out just enough for only him to see

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF who aren't super into BDSM or anything, but love thrill-seeking. rafe loves mirrors, and he will position you so you have to watch exactly what he's doing to you. he also loves using his ties or scarves to lightly bind your hands to the headboard just to watch you squirm and whine for him when he holds back from giving you what you want

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF who are pretty calculated risk-takers. you definitely don't do anything reckless in the middle of a crowded lawn, but you utilize private spaces—over the hood of his truck in the garage, out on the boat in the middle of the marsh, the guest bathroom at the country club

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF who don't care about PDA. you aren't trashy or messy about it, but rafe especially makes it very clear that you are off the market—hand on your lower back, you clinging to his bicep, his hand on your thigh under tables or in vehicles, you tucked into his side at parties, you fixing his collar, you smoothing his buzzcut as some kind of self-soothing gesture, leaving soft kisses along his jaw and neck and sucking your teeth when he pulls away (needing to calm you down before he'd have to step away and calm himself down)

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF who eventually step out from under their parents and move in together, eventually recognizing it as one of the best decisions of their lives

...YEARS LATER

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF where you now run a luxury design firm, while rafe manages high-end real estate and his true passion—cars

BUZZCUT!RAFE who dropped a good amount on a massive private garage off the island that houses his growing collection of luxury vehicles—a matte black ferrari, a vintage mercedes-benz, a lamborghini, and a custom bmw—and the only person allowed inside that garage, and allowed to drive those cars besides him, is you. he loves watching you drive his ferrari with your sunglasses on, looking in your element, while he sits in the passenger seat just admiring his view

BUZZCUT!RAFE who gives you your dream proposal, built up and planned over months—years—mentally storing every little thing you said you ever wanted and dreamed of. though, he did almost get cursed out when he didn't answer his phone for hours in favor of planning the proposal in question. the ring was custom and everything that you wanted and you were in tears by the end of the night, saying yes over and over (for more reasons than one)

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF who eventually get married (obviously) and have two kids—a boy and a girl.

and remember the matching tattoos? yeah, BUZZCUT!RAFE takes it way further once he’s fully established in his career and away from ward's watchful and judgemental gaze. he gets your full first name tattooed in elegant script over his ribs, right over his heart. he loves looking in the mirror while brushing his teeth, seeing your name permanently etched on his skin. and when your son and daughter are born, rafe immediately books that appointment. he gets their names and birth dates tattooed down his forearm. for a guy who grew up feeling like an unloved afterthought to his own father, wearing his wife and kids on his skin is his proudest badge of honor.

BUZZCUT!RAFE who's a phenomenal father because he knows exactly what not to do based on his own father's parenting. with your son, he always makes sure to tell him how proud of him he is in anything he does. he brings him to the garage, teaching him how engines work and letting him play with tools. he is firm with him, teaching him accountability, his emotions, and most importantly, how to respect women, especially when he isn't being the nicest to his sister

BUZZCUT!RAFE who is doomed as girl dad. your daughter has him wrapped around her little finger. she looks exactly like you, and rafe cannot say no to her, mirroring his struggles with you. he treats her like a princess, buying her every toy she asks for, which results in you having to yell at both of them to stop bringing things into the house when all of her dollhouses start to crowd the space

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF whose parenting styles perfectly compliment each other. you're the independent, loving mom who enables their fun, but you also teach them how to speak their minds and be confident in themselves. when it comes to discipline, rafe is the anchor. he never raises his voice at the kids, but he has a very firm, serious dad-voice that immediately makes them stop misbehaving in a way yours can't seem to. he'll kneel down to their eye level, "look at me. we don't act like that in this house. you wouldn't do that with me, so don't do it with her. now, apologize to your mother."

BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF whose family days involve packing up the truck, blasting some music that the kids now know all the words to by now, and taking them out to a private beach. rafe will carry both kids on his shoulders through the water while you watch from the sand, laughing as you take pictures.

...ODDLY SEXY OBSERVATIONS

outside of being the family each of them always dreamed of, BUZZCUT!RAFE & BLACK!KOOK!GF do still make quality time for one another, indulging in the hobbies of one another

BUZZCUT!RAFE likes the gun range. it helps with discipline and control. he'd started taking you after you gave birth, knowing post-partum anything wasn't the easiest thing to deal with. whenever you two go, he stands directly behind you, chest flush against your back. his hands wrap over yours to help you get the proper grip on the pistol and you don't tell him you've got it because you like it all too much—his frame against your back, his voice in your ear. he speaks in a low, raspy murmur, breath tickling your neck over the sound of the range—"relax your shoulders, baby. don't lock your elbows. line up the sight... right there, there y'go. and remember, squeeze, don't jerk."

nothing beats when BUZZCUT!RAFE drives his truck. whenever he has to reverse, he doesn’t use the backup camera, just throws his left hand on the steering wheel, turns his body, and grips the back of your headrest with his right hand, bicep flexing right next to your face. He'll glance back, steering with one hand, jaw clenched in concentration. it's just such an effortless, masculine thing that turns you on every single time

and he is obsessed with BLACK!KOOK!GF's intimidating confidence. if you two are out anywhere, there's always a chance that some man will try his hand with you, typically when they realize that rafe has left your side for some reason. you don't make a scene or yell, though. you just slowly look the guy up and down with total disdain, a look that never fails to embarrass men who can't take no for an answer or simply disregard the fact that you walked into wherever you were with a man wrapped around you, matching rings on your fingers. and rafe will often walk back just in time to see the guy scurrying away, sliding next to you, a laugh against your skin before he glares at him for the next hour

and, as mentioned, BUZZCUT!RAFE doesn't let anyone touch his cars except you. he finds it hot when you confidently take the keys without question—you'll slide into the driver's seat, adjust his rearview mirror to your height, pull down the sun visor to check your lip gloss, and change his trap music to your own slow R&B playlist. the sheer confidence you have handling his multi-hundred-thousand-dollar machinery like you own it drives him insane in the best way. he'll just lean back in the passenger seat, staring at your profile with pure adoration while you floor the gas.

and lastly, because BLACK!KOOK!GF is incredibly independent but turns into somewhat of a spoiled brat just for him, you have certain mannerisms when you don't get your way. if rafe playfully steals the last bite of your food or tells you 'no' just to tease you, you’ll roll your eyes, suck your teeth, and cross your arms, turning your back to him. to anyone else, that kind of sass wouldn't fly. to rafe, though? it's the hottest thing in the world, a sign that he now has to work to win your attention back. he'll smirk, lean over, wrap his arms around you from behind, and start kissing your jaw until you crack a smile.

"do you really wanna love me forever? or is it just a hit-and-run?"