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steve harrington i’ll miss you forever
FARMER BOY WHEELER ! ⋆˙ ⟡ - PART ONE
mike wheeler x harrington!f!reader.
synopsis - mike wheeler's always been bullied for his parents owning a livestock farm, especially with an eerie looking, foul smelling barn that always made people gag when they walked by.. you never cared, always stuck by his side. but what do you do when one day his family starts acting weird, and the whole barn suddenly seems creepy to you, a wealthy girl with dreams of becoming an actress, and getting out your parents house..? is getting out even possible when your parents plan to marry you off, and with mike & his family getting weirder by the day?
warning : this story has horror elements, mike & reader are 18, reader & steves parents are assholes.
part two
Oblivious — S.H.
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steve harrington x fem!reader.
summary: steve has been in love with his best friend ever since they met at tina’s halloween party. from that night on, she became the one constant he could hold onto, the bright spot in the middle of hawkins’ endless chaos. every sweet laugh, every word, every small gesture from her felt like a lifeline, something he had quietly cherished for years. he longed for her in ways he couldn’t admit, craving more than just her friendship… unfortunately she’s oblivious as hell.
warnings: steve being a blubbering lovesick fool to the reader & making out (we love you yearning harrington).
author’s notes: i had to.
STEVE HARRINGTON IS ANNOYINGLY IN LOVE WITH YOU. Everyone with working eyes—hell even a person with one blind eye can tell that he was head over heels for you. From the moment he saw discomfort gracing your pretty face when a guy was touching you like he had the privilege to do so at Tina’s Halloween party and punched him, you with your soft eyes and sweet smile thanking him, Steve knew he was gone for.
Ever since that moment, you and Steve became inseparable. You were there when he got roped into Dustin and his band of nerds’ chaos, watching in barely concealed amusement as Steve Harrington, former King of Hawkins High, was gradually, inevitably, reduced to a glorified babysitter.
And a pathetic yearner.
buy me presents | r. cameron
[warnings] dark!mafia!rafe x spoiled!bratty!reader, ex-convict!rafe, rafe has a spoiling kink, topper thornton x reader, kidnapping/confinement, bondage, mentions of death/violence, toxic relationship, NONCON, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+
A/N: merry christmas eve! gif credit: @/janesarahspidey
In which Rafe is more dangerous than ever and he interrupts your honeymoon with your new husband.
word count: 6.2k
rafe cameron masterlist
Somewhere like Greece seemed like a much better option for your honeymoon. Your husband, Topper, insisted that spending the end of year at a cozy, cabin in the mountains would be much more intimate. Besides that, you’d gotten married so late into the year that a tropical honeymoon was probably out of the question. You bargained for a trip to Greece in the spring and decided not to pout. At least a cozy mountain trip meant cute two-piece lounge sets with fur-line boots and adorable ear muffs.

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[warnings]dark!rafe cameron x pregnant!reader, farmer!rafe, obsessive rafe, pogue!reader, jj x reader, kidnapping, NONCON/DUBCON
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Summary: In which you reach rock bottom after your baby's father, JJ, gets arrested and your first love, Rafe Cameron, returns to save the day.
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one of the best series ever i’m obsessed
STICK OR TWIST !
‘ did she stick? ’
(i got this idea from playing the love island game lol 😭)
loveislander!rafe and loveislander!reader are put to the test during the Stick or Twist recoupling, unaware of each others choice and anxiously waiting for the reveal at their reunion.
word count ; 639
Rafe stood still, his hands held behind his back. The firepit flickered in front of him, casting shadows over his face. His eyes kept peering over his shoulder to the villa doors, his jaw tight, trying not to show how hard his heart was thudding in his chest.
He cleared his throat.
“I’ve decided to stick,” he said with full certainty, loud and clear. “Because…I just couldn’t see myself doing this with anyone else.”
He paused and looked down for a second, brows drawn together as he takes a second before continuing.
“She’s in my head all the time. Even when I tried to switch off from it, it didn’t work. I’d be sat there, this bombshell talking to me, and all I’d be thinking was…what if she’s moved on? What if what we have has been fucked by some random casa guy?”
He exhaled through his nose, then nodded once, more to himself than anyone else.
“I just… I’m locked in on us. Hopefully she is too.”
There was then silence. Just the sound of his own breathing and the crickets humming in the bushes. Every creak of the wooden deck made his head turn. He stared at the doors like they might open at any second, like he was trying to will them to open sooner.
And then they did.
The doors parted, and there you were.
Alone.
Rafe blinked. His lips parted slightly. For a split second, he didn’t move.
Then it hit him.
You were alone.
You stuck.
“Fuck,” he choked, as if letting out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding while clutching his chest.
He was moving before he could think, feet pounding across the lawn, arms open. You rushed toward him just as fast, a bright grin breaking across your face, sounds relief pouring out of the both of you like a flood.
You crashed into each other like magnets. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground without hesitation, spinning you around in excitement and happiness. You held onto him tight, legs kicked up, giggling into his neck.
“Thank god,” he whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss there. “Thank fucking god.”
He pressed a kiss on your collar bone, your cheek, chin, chest, anywhere he could attach his lips, he did.
He mumbled in between the small pecks ‘thank you, baby’ ‘missed you, baby girl’ ‘shit, look what you do to me…’
He set you down just enough to your her face and look at you properly.
“You stuck,” he said, barely above a breath. “You actually stuck. I thought maybe you wouldn’t.”
You smiled, flushed and breathless. “I couldnt twist, Rafe. None of them were you. All I wanted was you.”
He exhaled, nose brushing yours, his hands still resting on your cheeks like he was afraid you might vanish if he let go.
“I was losing my shit,” he admitted, forehead pressing lightly to yours. “Every day, I was thinking I’d come out here and see you walk in with someone else. I was trying to stay chill but fuck, baby baby girl, it was killing me.”
“…You didn’t even look at anyone else?” You said softly, touched.
“Didn’t want to.” He smiled then, small and soft. “Didn’t need to.”
You both laughed, still holding onto each other like the moment might slip away if either of you loosened your grip. Around you, there were cheers, the sound of people clapping and calling out, JJ leading a chant of, ‘KISS KISS KISS!’
Rafe smirked at you, and without a word dipped you and gave you the most passionate kiss of your life; a hand hooked under your thigh with his other resting on your ass. You were smiling into the kiss like a kid, finally back into the arms of your favourite boy.
He was here.
And you’d chosen him.
introducing maybank blues series
kook king and pogue princess?
unlikely match, yet perfect nonetheless.
stumbling upon each other one day, a fortunate turn of fate that led to weeks of tension, denying feelings and understanding that no one else had ever given them.
late night drives and store runs, rendezvous in his car, eating food you can’t afford, lingering touches while you’re at work and begging you to stay before the sun breaks through the sky.
all to hide it from your brother. jj maybank, notorious pogue and perhaps rafe’s number one hater. someone who’d tug you away from rafe at parties, tuck you under his arm like a fragile little bird.
what would he say when he found out?
well..you just hoped it never cane to that. but then again, hoping was foolish.
I LOVE YOU
note: funnily enough, i could have called this webbed confessions
content: you’re on your way home from work, when new york’s suddenly a lot more packed, everyone paused to marvel at something that has you stuck in the falling snow. but when you see it..how can you be so angry?
snow settles on your umbrella, held over your head so it doesn’t soak into your clothes instead. the cold air bites at your cheeks, the only exposed skin under your layers of jumpers, thick pink scarf and fluffy coat. the pavement gets more busy, boots stuck in snow, reluctance to move as you try excuse your way through them.
“excuse me— sorry! could you please just— sorry— again!” your umbrella bumps into heads, your shoes step on shoes or are stepped on. no one’s budging. not even an inch. “hey! watch where you’re goin’” some grumpy man scolds, turning his attention back to over the heads of the mass in front of you. you apologise, again, and your feet shuffle to a stop on the side of the pavement.
gasps are everywhere. loud voices exclaiming “would you look at that!” or “when did he do it?” then another: “so who’s spiderman’s girlfriend?”
your eyes snap to the voice. you can’t tell who it was, but it was there. you lift your head over the crowds, and then you see it.
the bridge.
webs lacing the top and bottom to spell out “i love you”.
your heart skips a few beats, the clamour around you drowning out. your earlier fatigue and annoyance seems to dissipate, falling with the snow around you. when rafe had the time to do this, you didn’t know. you could imagine him, sneaking out of school when he wasn’t supposed to, or slipping out the window while you were doing your internship, just to do this for you. he must’ve known you’d see it. on the news, in person— he knew. he knew how it’d make you feel too. the most special girl in the world— spiderman’s girl— the one person everyone wanted to be. in secret, quiet comfort.
your door shuts quietly behind you, keys clink down onto the ceramic plate by the door. you unravel your scarf from around your neck, hang it on the wall beside your jacket. “rafe?” you call out softly, venturing further into the apartment. “right here!” he responds, looking over his shoulder until you find him: cooking in the kitchen, sweatpants slung low onto his hips and shirtless.
“what kept you?” he asks, smiling as your arms, cold from outside, and sprinkled with snow, snake around him. you inhale his warmth, the smell of his cooking swirling with the smell of his cologne. strong, and over-sprayed like every other teen who doesn’t know the limit for aftershave. but you don’t mind, not today, not after what he did. “you kept me..” you whisper against his back, contently sighing. rafe’s brows furrow, he sets the wooden spoon against the edge of the pot, and turns to slip his arms under yours. “what’d i do?” he asks. “i’ve been here all day.”
your nose is red, kissed from the single-digit weather outside, and you smile up at rafe like he’s the world— your world. rafe looks at you like your his. and you are. “i got stuck by the bridge,” you whisper, and watch the slow grin spread across rafe’s face. “did you like it?”
“did i like it?” your eyebrows raise slightly. “i loved it– i love you,” your fingers, frigid and nearly numb cup his jaw, thumb swiping over his cheek. rafe lowers his head to yours, lips brushing against yours, foreheads pressed to each other. “i love you too,” he whispers.
“well that was obvious, you told the whole of new york..” you giggle.
“you deserve nothing less..” he kisses you slow– soft. wrapping you in his warmth, hand slipping into your hair, leaning over you. it’s not desperate, or quick. he takes his time; he has the rest of his life to be spiderman, and web ‘i love yous’ into bridges, rushing moments with you, and kissing you like it might be his last day. but today? he’s spending his seconds in your company like they’re expendable– eternal. with you, nothing’s wasted. not even the day of school he took off just to web that damn thing.
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SWEET FACE, SOUR TASTE !
pairing: season 1/2 rafe cameron x influencer!reader
summary: internet celebrity y/n comes back to her hometown, leaving the city that never sleeps for a little reunion with her friends, but a certain someone ends up convincing her to stay a little longer than she intended...
a/n: first ever smau hehe!! hope you guys like it <3 (those profiles took forever...)
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⋆˚࿔ MEETING HIS FAMILY
— pairing: fwb!rafe x fwb!reader
— warnings: none!
— word count: 3.8k+
— A/N: i wanted to write so much more but it already got so long so i paused but the next couple parts will be coming SOON!
monday rolled in slow.
you’d spent the whole weekend pretending not to think about rafe—by reorganizing your kitchen cabinets, binge-watching some crime documentary, even going on a walk like you were suddenly a girl who went on walks.
it didn’t work. not really.
so when your phone buzzed at exactly 11:13 a.m, you were mid-scroll on tiktok, curled up on your couch, still in his hoodie that he'd left before.
rafe:
how was your date with mr. stares-at-trees
you stared at the message, thumb hovering.
for a second, you considered lying. saying it went amazing, just to get a reaction out of him. but the truth buzzed under your skin—tired and loud.
you:
not that great.
the reply came almost instantly.
rafe:
ah. i knew something was wrong with him the second i saw him genuinely expressing interest in nature. big red flag.
you smiled—couldn’t help it. something about his words softened that tight knot in your chest.
you curled further into your blanket, letting your fingers hover over the screen again, debating how much to say.
you:
i tried. i wanted to like him. he was nice. and sweet. and fine. but he wasn’t you.
you stared at that last line. deleted it. retyped it. deleted it again.
instead, you sent:
you:
it was just… off. like, everything looked right but didn’t feel right, y'know?
a pause. long enough that your stomach twisted. and then:
rafe:
yeah. i get that.
you waited. hoping. wanting him to say more. he did.
rafe:
he didn’t open the door right, huh?
you:
nope. didn’t play obnoxiously loud music either.
rafe:
amateur.
you could practically hear him scoff.
you:
you’d hate him. he called fries “empty calories.”
rafe:
okay that’s actually criminal. do i need to fight him?
you laugh quietly, tugging the hoodie sleeves over your fingers. your thumbs type before you can stop them.
you:
i kinda missed you.
three dots appear.
then disappear.
then reappear.
then vanish again.
you hold your breath. stare at the screen like it’s going to give you answers. finally, your phone buzzes again.
rafe:
i missed you too. friday sucked, by the way. i didn’t mean to walk out like that.
your heart skips. once, twice.
you:
yeah, you did. liar
rafe:
okay maybe i did. but i regretted it the second the door shut.
you bite your lip.
you:
then why didn’t you come back?
rafe:
because i didn’t want to say something dumb.
silence again. this time, it’s yours.
you can feel the shift. like something’s slowly tilting between you—dangerously close to spilling over.
rafe:
can i see you?
you don’t think. you just type.
you:
come over. i still have your hoodie btw. i'm wearing it if you don't mind
his response is almost instant.
rafe:
i don't be there in 10.
somehow he managed to get here in less than ten minutes, like he’d been waiting for this all day. he’s got a bag slung over his shoulder, probably packed with snacks and drinks, like he knew you’d want to chill.
he doesn’t even knock. he never does anymore. just walks right in, like your door is always unlocked just for him.
“you really are in my hoodie,” he grins, eyes trailing you up and down as you flop back onto the couch.
“next time, don’t leave it here,” you tease, crossing your arms. “finder’s keepers, remember?”
“and losers weepers,” he laughs quietly, kicking off his shoes by the door.
it all felt so normal—the way he laughed, how easy the conversation was, the way his presence filled the room. like everything that happened on friday never did.
he plops down next to you, pulling a couple of bags out of the big one and setting them on the coffee table.
“brought reinforcements,” he says, holding up a bag of chips like it’s a trophy.
you roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile. “nice save.”
he nudges you with his elbow. “so, what’s the plan today? movies?" "yep." you hand him the remote. "your pick." "you must be feeling extremely generous today." he laughs. "you never let me pick." he grins, flipping through the streaming options like he’s scrolling through a menu at a fancy restaurant.
he settles in, stretches out his legs, and the whole room feels a little warmer just because he’s here. he’s quiet for a second, eyes on the screen, fingers absentmindedly crinkling the chip bag between you two. there’s an old movie playing but neither of you are really watching. it’s just background noise. the kind that fills the silence when two people don’t need to talk to feel comfortable.
"so," he says finally, voice low like he's not even sure if he's asking or just thinking out loud, "you doing anything for the fourth?"
you blink, caught off guard. “me?” you shift a little, tugging your legs up onto the couch. “nah. i mean, i guess not. no real plans.”
he hums, nodding slowly, like he's been waiting for that answer. he leans forward, elbows on his knees, the room lit only by the TV screen flickering blue across his face.
"what if..." he starts, then glances at you. "what if you came with me? to outer banks."
you laugh softly, raising an eyebrow. “to the outer banks? what, like to meet your family?”
“yeah. kinda.” he looks over at you, eyes soft but serious. “it’s this thing they do every year. big fourth of july party. in our beach house, food, fireworks. stupid games. bonfire stuff. it’s... chill. you’d like it.”
you stare at him, unsure what to say. it sounds nice—too nice, almost. and too personal.
“rafe, i don’t know. it’s your family’s thing. i don’t wanna be that girl who just shows up outta nowhere.”
he rolls his eyes, scoffing playfully. “first of all, you wouldn’t be that girl. second, you think anyone even knows half the people who come? last year some random guy just showed up. like, literally no one knew who invited him. he was just there.”
you snort. “poor guy.”
“he brought shrimp dip and left with someone’s grandma. legend.”
you laugh, and he smiles at the sound of it. then he leans back again, this time more relaxed, stretching one arm across the back of the couch behind you.
"i'm serious though," he adds after a beat, voice lower now. "you should come. it’s three days. we’d leave friday morning. just... the beach, sun, drinks and being away from all this for a bit.”
you glance around your apartment like it’s suddenly the most boring place on earth. “i don’t even have a swimsuit.”
“liar,” he grins, “i saw it in your drawer when i was looking for a charger that one time.”
your mouth drops open. “rafe!”
he shrugs, unapologetic. “i didn’t look on purpose. but you’ve got like, at least two cute ones.”
you roll your eyes but your cheeks burn anyway.
"honestly, all of them are cute on you." he shifts again, now fully facing you. “just come. you need a break. from this city. from whatever's been dragging you down lately. you don’t have to do anything, just... be there. with me.”
you hesitate. “you’ll be there the whole time?”
his gaze softens, the grin fading into something a little more real. “i wouldn’t leave you alone for a second.”
you let out a slow breath, feeling your chest loosen just a little. “okay,” you murmur. “yeah. okay. i’ll come.”
he lights up instantly, like you just said the exact thing he was hoping to hear. he grabs a chip, tosses it in the air, and catches it in his mouth like a dork.
“this is gonna be the best weekend of your life,” he says through a full mouth.
you shove his shoulder, laughing. “you’re disgusting.”
he grins. “and yet... you agreed to a whole trip with me. must mean something.”
the week went by fast. before you knew it, the two of you were on a plane, flying to the outer banks—paradise on earth. the kind of place that felt like summer even when it wasn’t.
you talked most of the way, stopping only when the snack cart came by. the conversation was easy. light. you joked about airport chaos, debated your snack choices, and even argued over the worst movies you’ve ever seen. it felt like you were just… friends again. maybe even more than that, but neither of you said it.
now, your empty chip bag lay crumpled in your lap. you stared down at it, trying not to let the nerves crawl too far up your spine.
“so,” you say, breaking the lull, “anything i should know before we land?”
rafe glances over, stretching a little in his seat. “about my family?”
you nod. “yeah. like… any advice? things not to say? who’s gonna hate me first?”
he lets out a low breath, thinking. “you already know sarah and wheezie.”
“uh huh,” you say. “your sisters.”
“right. wheezie’s cool. she already stalked your instagram, by the way.”
you blink. “you’re joking.”
“nope. told me she thinks you look too pretty to be real.”
you laugh, even if your stomach flips. “well, love her already.”
“yeah,” he smirks, “she’s the good one.”
you tilt your head. “and sarah?”
his smirk fades a bit. “she’s a ray of sunshine—if she likes you...which is hard to do so don’t take it personally if she gives you attitude.”
you nod slowly. “and your parents?”
rafe presses his lips together, staring down at his hands. “rose—my stepmom—never really liked me. she acts fake nice, so don’t fall for it.”
“noted.”
“my dad…” he trails off.
you narrow your eyes. “...your dad?”
he shifts in his seat, finally looking at you. “we uh—got into a fight. before i left.”
you wait, not saying anything.
“he wanted me to take over the family business. like, start working for him full-time, doing things his way. and i told him i didn’t want it. didn’t wanna be him. we haven’t talked since.”
you blink. “and now you’re just gonna show up with me like nothing happened?”
rafe runs a hand through his hair, sighing. “pretty much.”
“no warning?”
“nope.”
you stare at him. “you’re insane.”
he smiles like it’s a compliment. “you’re just figuring that out now?”
you roll your eyes, but your fingers twitch toward his where they rest between you on the seat. he notices, glancing down, but doesn’t say anything.
“i just don’t wanna crash anything,” you say after a pause. “like… this is your family, and i don’t wanna be the random girl you brought home in the middle of a silent feud.”
he turns toward you more, voice softer now. “you’re not random. and if anything, you’re the only reason this won’t be a total disaster.”
you give him a skeptical look. “great. no pressure or anything.”
he grins. “you’ll be fine. they’re not exactly warm and fuzzy, but you’re… you. people like you.”
you stare at him for a second, surprised by the honesty. he doesn’t flinch. doesn’t joke to cover it up.
outside the window, the clouds are starting to thin, the ocean coming into view below—shimmering blue and endless. you don’t say anything. just rest your arm against his on the armrest. he doesn’t pull away.
the air felt heavier here. sticky and warm in a way that made your skin buzz. the kind of heat that clung to your clothes and made you feel like you were really in the south now.
rafe flagged down a cab outside the airport, tossing both your bags in the trunk before sliding in next to you.
you leaned your forehead against the window, already feeling the warmth through the glass. “it smells like ocean and sunscreen,” you muttered, half amused.
he chuckled. “welcome to the outer banks.”
the cab rolled forward, palm trees and flat, open roads blurring past. the sky stretched out wide and bright, streaked with little wisps of clouds. everything felt so green. louder, too. you could hear the bugs humming even with the windows up.
“it’s so weird,” you said quietly, eyes flicking from the docks to a bait shop to a surf shack with peeling paint. “it’s like… calm but not? i don’t know how to explain it.”
rafe glanced over at you. “feels like home.”
you looked at him. he looked out the window.
“how long has it been since you were here?” you asked.
he shrugged. “a year. feels longer.”
“you nervous?”
he didn’t answer right away. just tapped his fingers on his knee.
you reached out without thinking, placing your hand over his to stop the fidgeting. he looked down at it. then at you.
“we’re okay,” you said.
he gave a small nod. “yeah. we are.”
you drove in silence for a little while after that, your thumb absentmindedly tracing circles over his knuckles. then the cab turned and you saw it.
tannyhill.
“oh my god,” you breathed.
the cab slowed down along the gravel drive, and your jaw literally dropped. the house was huge—white pillars, wraparound porch, massive lawn already strung up with fairy lights and red-white-and-blue decorations. people moved around the yard like ants, setting up tables and hauling coolers. there was even a huge american flag flapping dramatically in the breeze like it was from a movie or something.
“rafe,” you said, eyes still wide, “you didn’t tell me you were loaded.”
he just smirked and handed the driver some cash. “forgot to mention it.”
“forgot to—?” you shook your head. “you’re ridiculous.”
he got out and opened your door, looking annoyingly smug about your reaction. “come on. before you say something like ‘wow, this looks like a plantation.’ ”
“i was gonna say that!” you laughed, hopping out.
as soon as you stepped onto the gravel, someone called his name.
“rafe?”
you turned to see a tall, perfectly dressed woman in a linen dress and chunky jewelry. she looked like she belonged on a magazine cover—flawless hair, tanned skin, a clipboard in one hand. she paused halfway through directing someone to hang a flag, eyes narrowing as she spotted the two of you.
“what are you doing here?” she asked sharply, stepping toward him.
rafe barely blinked. “hi, rose. missed you too.”
she raised an eyebrow, but then her gaze shifted—to you.
her expression changed just slightly. surprised. curious.
“and who’s this?”
before rafe could answer, you stepped forward, offering a polite smile. “hi, i’m—”
“you’re the girl,” rose said, almost in disbelief. “the girl wheezie told me about."
you blinked, turning to rafe. “um… i guess?”
rose let out a soft laugh. “well. you’re the first one he’s ever brought home. that’s for sure.”
rafe rolled his eyes. “okay, thanks, rose. that’s enough for now.”
“i’m just saying,” she said innocently, “it’s nice to see he’s capable of caring about someone.”
he gave her a sarcastic smile. “always a pleasure.” then he gently pulled on your arm. “we’re gonna go inside now.”
as you walked toward the house, you leaned in, laughing. “so that’s the famous rose?”
“unfortunately,” he muttered.
you were still half-laughing when you reached the front steps—until a figure stepped around the corner of the porch. you froze. so did rafe.
the man in front of you was tall. broad with greyish hair, white button-up, drink in hand. he didn’t look surprised to see rafe. just tired.
“rafe,” he said flatly. "didn't think you'd come, son."
you felt rafe stiffen beside you. nobody moved. so you stepped forward.
“hi,” you said, holding out a hand, voice light but not shaky. “i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you, mr. cameron.”
ward looked at you with a smile. he looked at your hand for half a second before shaking it. his grip was firm. warmer than you expected.
“nice to meet you too, call me ward.” he said. then glanced back at rafe. “didn’t know you were bringing a plus one.”
rafe said nothing.
after a beat, ward turned to you and nodded once. “enjoy the party.”
he walked off without another word. you both stood there, quiet. you turned to rafe, voice soft. “you okay?”
his jaw was tight. too tight. he nodded. “yeah. come on.”
he opened the front door for you, and you stepped inside tannyhill. the air smelled like lemon cleaner and old wood. your shoes echoed faintly against the floors. and still, you looked at him again.
“…you sure?”
this time, he looked at you. really looked.
“i’m good,” he said quietly. “i got you, don’t i?”
you nodded. and walked in.
the house is warm and echoey, full of tall ceilings and the faint smell of fresh flowers. rafe kicks off his shoes by the front door like muscle memory, then glances back to make sure you're still with him. you are, wide-eyed and quiet, your bag slung over your shoulder.
"this place is insane," you whisper, spinning slowly as you take in the staircase and chandelier and that huge painting of someone you assume is his grandpa or some sort of ancestor.
rafe chuckles under his breath, brushing past you to open a door to the left. “c’mon. i’ll show you the kitchen. it’s like… actually my favorite part of the house. huge windows.”
you trail after him, still taking everything in. the floors gleam. every room is styled like a magazine shoot. rafe’s hand finds the small of your back without thinking, like he’s afraid you’ll get lost in here.
but before you even make it to the kitchen, there's a loud, dramatic gasp behind you.
“oh my god. you’re her,” someone squeals.
you turn just in time to see a blur of curly hair and jean shorts — wheezie, rafe’s youngest sister — practically launching herself toward you.
“uh—hi?” you laugh, caught off guard but kind of charmed.
“you’re so pretty,” she blurts, eyes wide. “like so much prettier than rafe described.”
“wheeze,” rafe mutters behind you, rubbing his hand over his face.
“what? you did!” she beams at you. “i’m wheezie. and i’ve been dying to meet you. i didn’t even think you were real for a second.”
you grin, feeling a little less nervous. “nice to meet you, wheezie. thanks for the warm welcome.”
wheezie grins back like she’s already planning a sleepover and spa day. just then, footsteps echo from the other side of the hallway, and sarah appears, her arms crossed over her chest, an eyebrow raised.
“what’s going on?” she asks, clearly trying to assess the situation.
wheezie spins to face her. “this is y/n,” she announces like she’s breaking the biggest news of the year. “rafe’s friend.”
sarah blinks, then looks at you with a small polite smile. “hey,” she says. “i’m sarah.”
you smile softly. “hi. i’ve heard so much about you.”
“same.” her tone is nice, but there’s something a little cautious in her eyes — like she’s still deciding how she feels about you. like maybe she’s trying to figure out why her brother, of all people, brought someone home.
rafe steps between you slightly, casually placing a hand at your waist. “okay, tour continues,” he says, clearly trying to move things along before anyone says anything weird.
you catch sarah’s glance flick to his hand and back to your face. she doesn’t say anything, just nods and leans back against the wall.
“see you around,” she says.
wheezie waves way too enthusiastically. “bye! don’t let him show you his weird lego collection!”
“shut up, wheeze,” rafe groans as he pulls you down the hallway, but he’s smiling too. and you are too. because so far? this doesn’t feel as scary as you thought.
"your weird lego collection?" you snorted. "nope. not doing this today." "i've gotta see it now." you laughed as rafe lead to to the backyard, opening the door. "no way. never letting you near that." "guess i'll have to ask wheezie." you cross your arms. he pauses and turn to you, his face dead serious. "kidding." you grin back.
they followed the path behind tannyhill, past the trimmed hedges and towering oak trees, their steps soft against the gravel. cicadas buzzed in the distance, and the air smelled like salt, sunscreen, and freshly cut grass.
you didn’t realize where you were going until the trees opened up and the boathouse came into view—sitting pretty by the edge of the marsh, all white wood and dark trim, its dock stretching out like an invitation.
"this way," rafe said, glancing back at you with a grin.
you stepped inside and your mouth kind of fell open. boats. so many boats. not all fancy, but each one looked cared for—like someone had taken the time to clean and store them just right. the sun streamed through open windows, hitting the water outside and dancing across the walls.
“oh my god,” you whispered. “this is insane.”
rafe looked proud. “this was my favorite spot as a kid. i used to sneak out here all the time. sarah would rat me out, obviously.”
you laughed softly, still taking it all in. you wandered toward the back where a smaller boat sat tucked into the corner. the name wendy was painted in faded pink across the side.
“okay, no. this one’s adorable.”
rafe smirked. “sarah named her after some cartoon character she was obsessed with. wouldn’t let dad change it, even though he tried.”
you turned to him, already climbing into it. “can we take her out?”
he didn’t even hesitate. “hop in.”
you did, and he untied the rope with easy, practiced movements. then you were gliding—quietly—out of the dock and into the golden stretch of marshland.
the water reflected the sky, which was already shifting into that dreamy late-afternoon haze. dragonflies skimmed the surface, and the tall reeds whispered around you. rafe drove slow, letting you take it all in.
you leaned over the edge, fingers trailing in the water. “this is literally the prettiest place i’ve ever seen.”
he glanced sideways at you. “thought you might like it.”
after a while, you both fell into a peaceful rhythm. just talking. joking. pointing out birds or laughing at old stories from your childhoods. and then, somewhere between the turn past an old shrimp shack and a slow bend around the marsh…
“i think you should talk to your dad,” you said gently.
rafe’s shoulders tensed almost immediately.
you noticed it right away. “i just mean… earlier, when we saw him? you looked upset. and i know you’re allowed to feel that way, but maybe it’d help to talk to him.”
he didn’t say anything for a second. just kept his eyes ahead, jaw tight.
“it’s not about me trying to fix anything,” you added. “i just… i see how much stuff’s on your chest. and i don’t think it has to be.”
he finally looked at you. not mad. just… guarded. “you don’t know what he’s like, y/n.”
“you’re right. i don’t,” you said honestly. “but i know you. and i know how much it’s bothering you, even if you try to play it off.”
he let out a breath, then leaned back in the seat, hand running through his hair.
“i’ll talk to him,” he muttered. “not right now. but... i’ll do it. for you.”
your heart tugged at that. “for you would be better.”
“maybe. baby steps.” he cracked a tiny smile.
you bumped his shoulder. “i’ll take it.”
they cruised out of the marsh and into the open inlet near the town. rafe steered the boat to a quiet downtown dock where small boats lined the sides and little shops spilled golden light onto the sidewalk. it was the kind of evening that felt unreal—like the town itself had slowed down to breathe.
you wandered the streets together, eating soft-serve from a roadside cart, your fingers sticky and smiles soft. you kept stealing glances at him. he looked lighter out here. freer.
you were halfway through your ice cream when a voice called out, “rafe?”
you turned just in time to see two boys walking toward you, big grins on their faces.
“dude!” the blonde clapped him on the back. “you’re back and you didn’t say anything?”
“just got in,” rafe said easily. “figured i’d surprise everyone.”
the other one glanced at you. “you gonna introduce us to this pretty girl?”
“this is y/n,” rafe said, giving you that look again—the one that said he was proud to be standing next to you. “she’s with me.”
the blonde one nodded, smiling. “i'm topper.”
“kelce,” the other one added added. “welcome to the obx.”
you smiled back, cheeks a little warm. rafe’s hand brushed yours as they kept talking, and this time, you didn’t pull away.
the boat ride back was quiet, soft splashes of water against the hull and the fading pink light of the sunset casting everything in a golden haze. you watched the sky shift colors, feeling the calm settle in your chest. rafe steered the small boat with ease, occasionally glancing your way, a small smile playing on his lips.
when you finally pulled up to the dock, rafe jumped off first and held out his hand to help you onto solid ground. you grinned and took it, feeling the familiar warmth in his touch.
back at the house, rafe led you inside, kicking off his shoes by the door. he led you upstairs to the second floor. “here’s your room,” he said, pushing open a door at the end of the hallway. the room was cozy, sunlight filtering through light curtains, a neatly made bed, and a desk cluttered with a few books and photos.
“this is nice,” you said, dropping your bag on the bed and looking around.
he nods, looking around before talking again. “need help unpacking or anything?”
you shook your head, smiling. “i’m good for now.”
just then, wheezie popped her head in, eyes bright. “rose is calling you two down for dinner! we’re setting up outside.”
rafe glanced at you, then said, “give us five minutes.”
“okay, hurry!” wheezie said before slipping away.
you turned back to rafe, smiling softly. “thanks for bringing me here.”
he blushed, a shy kind of proud smile crossing his face as he tried his best to hide the redness in his cheeks.
after five minutes, you both headed downstairs. outside, the backyard was buzzing with quiet activity. sarah, ward, wheezie, and rose were busy setting the table with candles, bowls of food, and pitchers of drinks. the warm glow of lanterns mixed with the last light of dusk made everything feel soft and inviting.
you caught rose’s eye and walked over. “want some help?”
rose looked up, a warm smile spreading across her face. “if you really want to.” she handed you a big bowl of salad.
as you helped arrange the food, you didn't notice the fact that rafe was watching you from across the table, a small smile tugging at his lips. wheezie caught his gaze and nudged him playfully. “just friends, my ass.” she whispered.
rafe gave her a quick smack on the head, grinning back.
when it was time to eat, rafe pulled out the seat next to him, and you slid in without hesitation.
for a while, the clanking of plates and spoons was all you heard. the room was warm—lit with that soft yellow glow of overhead lights and late summer still clinging to the open windows. everything smelled like rosemary and something slightly burnt, probably wheezie’s contribution.
rose was the one to break the silence.
“so, y/n.” she glanced up from her plate. “rafe told me you're a recruiter. his recruiter.”
you set your glass down with a small nod. “yeah. got lucky with that assignment.”
she tilted her head, eyes sharp even under her polite smile. “guess so,” she said lightly, like she didn’t fully believe it.
rafe shifted a little beside you, his arm brushing yours under the table. it wasn’t anything big, but it was steady—like he wanted you to know he was there.
“what do you usually do?” ward asked, voice low but curious. “travel a lot?”
“not too much anymore,” you answered. “mostly office work now—virtual interviews, onboarding, a lot of spreadsheets.”
he nodded, chewing quietly. “where are you from?”
“new york,” you said, offering a small smile. “born and raised. just me and my mom.”
you didn’t expect sarah to chime in, but she leaned forward slightly, eyebrows raised. “you’re so lucky. i’ve always wanted to live in new york.”
you turned to her, a little surprised but happy she was talking to you. “yeah, it has its perks. but sometimes the city feels too big. like… you could be surrounded by people and still feel kinda alone.”
rafe glanced at you then, like he wanted to say something, but sarah beat him to it.
“i get that,” she said softly.
“probably not as lonely with rafe, huh?” wheezie teased, reaching for the bread basket.
rafe choked on his food. you blinked and turned toward him as he coughed into his napkin, ears going pink.
“wheezie,” rose warned, narrowing her eyes.
wheezie grinned innocently. “what? i’m just saying. you two are always—”
“we're friends” rafe cut in quickly, wiping his mouth. “don't push it wheeze.”
you bit back a laugh, nudging his knee under the table. he gave you a look—mock offense, fake betrayal—but you just grinned and took another sip of your drink.
rose gave rafe a knowing look and stood up after nudging ward to follow her and get something from the kitchen. the moment she was gone, sarah leaned toward you.
“so wait—how’d you even end up here? like… working with rafe?” she asked, genuinely curious.
“we're not exactly working anymore,” you said. “but somehow rafe cameron got on my schedule, had to pick him up from the airport, find him a place at gq magazine”
“and she did.” rafe added.
“somehow, they ended up liking him even after seeing his insane superiority complex”
he gasped, all mock hurt. “hey—" he turned to wheezie and sarah. "do not have that."
“did too. you made fun of the sign i made you.” you said, laughing now. "it was the most low-effort welcome, ever." he throws his hands up laughing. "paper stolen from another person and my name written in lipstick."
"that complex is showing." you tease him.
sarah chuckled into her glass. rafe leaned back in his chair, arms crossed loosely, eyes locked on yours. “uh huh. yet you still decided to be friends with me.”
you tried not to smile, teasing him. “i guess you grew on me.”
he didn’t look away. “like a fungus.”
“exactly.”
you both laughed, and when you glanced back at sarah, she was smiling too. not that tight forced thing from earlier—this one was real. like maybe you weren’t just a stranger anymore.
and even though you didn’t see it, rafe was watching the way you were fitting in—how your voice carried in his house like it belonged. his gaze lingered for a second too long.
wheezie leaned over and whispered to sarah, “they’re flirting so much it’s making me feel like a third wheel.”
“it’s making me hungry,” sarah whispered back, stealing another roll.
“you’re always hungry,” rafe muttered, launching a crouton at sarah’s head.
you just smiled, quietly, heart a little full as the conversation moved on around you.
because maybe this was just a dinner, and maybe you were just a friend—but oh did this moment make you want to be more.
©DREWSSGIRL 𖦹 est. 2025
this is so cute im obsessed
sweet little thing older!bc!rafe au
rafe always came into the diner you work at, the same time everyday and he’d order the same thing every time. today, you’re feeling bold.
cw: age gap, both over 18. reader in early 20’s and rafe in late 30’s
an: divider by @bernardsbendystraws
there he is, seven o’clock in the morning, swaggering in without a care in the world. he sits down at the bar, his calloused hands reach for a menu even though he knew damn well he was going to order the same thing he orders every time.
he’s tall and built, with rough skin and dark stubble along his jaw. he smells like musky cologne and cigarettes.
you loved seeing him, it always made your day.
you put on your customer service smile and walk over, leaning over the other side of the bar.
“morning, what can i get you to drink?” you ask him in a sweet tone, the one you usually use with customers that look like they’d tip. this time you’re only using it because you think rafe is hot.
“morning, sweetheart..” he looks up at you and flashes a small smile before looking back down at the menu and pursing his lips on thought. “i’ll have a black coffee, please…” he murmurs.
“really?” you giggle, “you always get a black coffee, i’m surprised your heart hasn’t gave out yet.” your lips curve up at the corner as you watch him chuckle, happy you made him laugh.
“well i ain’t far off, i’ll tell you that…” he jokes with the usual smirk on his face that he can never seem to wipe off when he’s talking to you.
“you should try something different… we just started doing a caramel iced coffee, it’s my favourite.” you suggest, bright eyes looking up at rafe’s gruff expression. he pauses for a moment, the corners of his lips curving up and a small chuckle leaving his lips.
“well if it’s your favourite, then it must be something worth trying, huh?” he muses in a soft tone, his hands pushing the menu away from him. “i’ll have a caramel, iced coffee then please… and the full breakfast…”
“good choice…” you giggle and write it down on your note pad and give it to the kitchen. you walk back over to the bar and lean against the counter, hand holding your head up.
there’s a comfortable silence between you, the quiet morning where everyone is still tired and thinking about getting home and going to bed all day kind of silence.
the radio hum in the background is comforting as the noise from the kitchen gets louder every time someone walks through the heavy door.
rafe shamelessly gazes over you, taking in the cute pink diner uniform that fits you in all the right places, the way your hair is perfectly styled as if you’d spent hours on it this morning and last of all, the glittery pink eyeshadow that’s neatly placed on your eyelids and the soft pink blush that lays over your cheeks and nose.
“you know… i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone so put together this early in the morning…” he observed, his blue eyes seeming to glisten slightly as he looks up at you. your heart skips a beat at the small compliment, you put a lot of effort into your appearance and it’s nice for someone to finally recognise that.
“thank you…” you beam, twirling some hair around your finger, “i mean, i look a mess by the end of my shift but it’s fun to be a little extra… even if i have to get up at four in the morning to get ready…” you chuckle.
rafe lets out a soft scoff yet there’s a bright smile spread across his face. he shakes his head and chuckles.
“well i think you look absolutely gorgeous…” he gushes, looking over your expression as you blush and stutter before you even start talking.
“thank you…” you giggle softly, a pink tint spreading over your cheeks and your gaze immediately dropping to your manicured hands.
“don’t get all shy on me now, sweet girl…” he teases, leaning back and folding his big arms over his broad chest. “i know damn well you ain’t shy…”
your co-worker brings over his coffee and food, rafe quickly thanks her but immediately turns his attention back to you.
“you’re a pretty little thing…” he comments, cutting up his bacon. you can’t help but notice the way his arms flex as he saws at the crispy meat.
“why don’t you take me out then?” you respond before you even realise what you said, you didn’t mean to say it out loud. rafe’s head snaps up, surprised by your sudden confidence, the bewilders expression on his face is soon replaced by a small smirk and followed by a grumbled chuckle.
“i’m too old for you, sweetheart…” he shakes his head. “you’re just a baby, you gotta live a little… not date an old man…”
“i’m not a baby… and you’re not too old for me.” you argue, a small pout taking over your lips.
“i beg to differ, doll.” he shakes his head again, this time his eyebrows furrow slightly, going back to eating his breakfast.
“oh come on, one date…” you urge with a sly smile, leaning further over the counter, standing on your tiptoes just so he can’t escape your gaze.
“no, i ain’t the one for you…” he doubles down, finishing the meal and pushing his plate back towards you. “the highlights of my days are drinking a can of beer and watching football.”
“then let me be the highlight of your day..” you chuckle and give him an over the top wink. he scoffs and leans back, shaking his head, this time out of pure astonishment.
“you’re impossible…” he states, an amused smirk pulling at his lips.
“fine, i’ll take you out to that bar down the street… eight o’clock saturday sound okay with you, sweetheart?” he smiles, letting his eyes wander over your face and body.
“that’s perfect…” you beam, hands tightly gripped together behind your back.
“alright, i’ll see you then…” he confirms, standing up and putting his tattered jacket on. he picks up his keys and wallet before heading to the door, “that coffee was horrible by the way” he calls out with a sly smile, “too sweet for me”
you roll your eyes as you clear away the dirty dishes, watching through the dirty windows as his figure slowly got smaller as he walked down the street.
what a man…
KNOTS AND BABBLING .ᐟ
warnings .ᐟ rafe cameron x crybaby!reader — fluff, soft rafe, crybaby rambling when she's tired and comfortable ☹️ yn written in third person
a/n: this is so short, but like... the right kind. i love rafe with soft girls. sorry not sorry
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There’s a softness in the air that doesn’t belong in Tannyhill. Maybe it’s the hush of late afternoon bleeding into golden dusk, maybe it’s the warmth of the fireplace still licking at the stone mantle, or maybe it’s just her, curled up on his lap like she’s done it a thousand times before.
Her thighs on either side of his body, small and warm, even if she’s bundled in one of his shirts. Hair still a little damp from the shower, smelling faintly of his coconut shampoo and something that’s just her. She’s on his lap, cheek smashed against his shoulder, body melted like butter into him.
And she talks.
God, she talks.
She doesn’t even know what about half the time — little things, stories with no arc, thoughts without a filter. And Rafe listens. Quietly. Not because he cares about what her old babysitter's name was or the dumb dream she had about turtles in sunglasses, but because it’s her voice. Because it’s her content.
Because it’s hers.
She twitches a little when the brush hits a knot, her breath catching.
“Ow,” she whimpers, more whiny than hurt, and turns her face up toward him. Big eyes, a pout already forming.
“I’m not even pulling,” Rafe mutters, but it’s not mean. Just low, calm, and vaguely amused.
She pouts deeper. “You are. Right there. You did a—a tug.”
He drags his thumb over the top of her head, smoothing her baby hairs before going back to work with the brush. Slower this time. Careful.
“You’re such a baby.”
“Mmhm,” she hums, snuggling closer. “Your baby.”
Rafe chokes on a breath, not from surprise, but because yeah. She is. That’s the part that gets him every time — she says it so offhandedly, so purely, like it’s not a loaded word. Like he hasn’t done things he can’t say out loud. Like being his is something sweet and light.
Her hand finds his, resting on her knee.
“I saw this bird today,” she says, shifting slightly to lean more into his chest. “It had, like, a mohawk. Do you think birds judge each other? Like—like ‘ugh, Brad’s got too many feathers today’? ‘Brad’s overdoing it again’?”
Rafe huffs. “Brad?”
“Brad the bird.”
He brushes a little more gently, like his hand knows her rhythms now. She twitches when he grazes the back of her neck. Her skin's warm. Really soft and delicate in a way he’s not.
But he’s trying.
“I think they probably just wanna eat worms,” he murmurs, voice rough but quieter than usual.
She gasps, mock-offended. “That’s boring, Ray... They must have drama. Cause... they can think, so they might judge too. You—you think their feathers are, like, little outfits? Like—like peacocks are the drama queens.”
Rafe smiles before he can stop himself. Not a smirk. A real one.
“You’re insane.”
“Mmm... But you love me, so i don't care.”
He leans in, presses his mouth to her temple. Just a soft press. No words.
Her talking slows after that. The brush runs through more easily now, her tangles slowly giving in. So does she — the nonsense fading, replaced by soft sighs and a heavier weight slumping against him.
She still smells like his shampoo. Still wears his shirt. Still talks too much. And Rafe… he still can’t say ‘I love you’ out loud. Not yet.
But he shows it. Through gentle hands and patience and letting her babble while she uses him like a human recliner.
And if her voice trails off into sleep against his shoulder, he keeps brushing. Slower. Softer. All the way to the end.
Because if she’s his baby, he’ll keep being her calm.
Even if the rest of the world burns.
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rockstar!rafe cameron x actress!maybank!reader smau
Growing up in totally different worlds, he'd never even heard her name. That is until she made a movie with his sister, leaving him begging for more. He couldn't help himself. She was like a siren, tugging the reigns, hopelessly dragging him under.
↪ chapter one ↪ chapter two ↪ chapter three ↪ chapter four ↪ chaper five
can't wait to start getting these out! i had so much fun reading the obx smau by @hunzzzzz and it inspired me to start a little something myself <3 i'm working on it peeps 🙂↕️
hii, i don’t know if you take requests but i thought of an idea for twitch streamer rafe >.<
he was mid stream ( early in the morning ) and she walks into his room very quietly, and he doesn’t realise due to his headphones being on, she’s half asleep, wearing just his hoodie, and the chat is currently going wild as they can see snippets of her. ( i hope this is good enough but i love ur au’s so much and ur writing ♡ ♡ )
͏͏͏✧ ྅ ˚ . ᯇ * reader sleepily surprising TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE’S stream ۫ : . 🎧
❛someone just woke up❜ : bold text is stream chat! 💬
STREAMER who tries to be as quiet and gentle as possible for you while streaming
user: what time is it for you
rafe clicked his screen a few times, loading up the game he was playing today before reading the chat. “um. . it’s pretty early. i didn’t start on time yesterday so i wanted to stream longer today to make up for it.”
he was playing a pretty chill game for right now since it was still early and he wanted to warm up to it. he murmured the description to himself, making sure it was the right thing. “yeah, someone recommended this game a couple of streams ago, and i wanted to check it out.”
user: awhh user: someone just woke up
the game loaded, the volume louder than rafe expected. “oh, sorry. let me figure this out.” rafe squinted at his screen, too focused on fixing the loud audio to notice his chat or you behind him, wondering why he was awake so early.
user: isn’t that the hoodie rafe wore yesterday user: rafe!! user: someone tell him his girl is behind him he can’t hear
rafe decided then to glance at the chat, only catching ‘his girl.’ “she’s asleep right now. she’s not usually up this early and i didn’t want to wake her.”
user: well
“okay, i got it. sorry about that,” rafe fixed the volume as you finally reached him, bleary eyed and still half asleep. you tapped his shoulder gently as to not startle him.
he turned, seeing your tired state. he took in his hoodie reaching your mid thigh, your hands hidden by the sleeve length, and plush socked feet. from the shoulders down, his viewers were still able to tell, from the parts of you they saw, that you were tired as well.
“hi,” you whispered, “why are you starting so early?” you asked after rafe removed one ear of his headset from his head to hear you better.
you shuffled on your feet, finding it a little hard to keep stand. rafe noticed, rolling his chair back, allowing you space to climb onto his lap.
user: well he’s not playing the game user: hi!!!! user: my cat is watching btw user: hi cat
you took the invitation, wrapping yourself around rafe as he angled his arms around you to still reach the keyboard. “started early because i started late yesterday. didn’t mean to wake you if i did.”
you shook your head against his neck. “you didn’t. i just noticed you weren’t next to me.”
“’m sorry,” rafe placed a soft peck on your head, getting to the menu of the game.
user: discord must be going crazy user: now you have to be still and quiet
you were already falling back asleep on his chest, content now that you knew what rafe was doing. he put a finger up to his mouth, shushing the viewers.
user: 🤐 user: 🤫 user: don’t mean to be that guy but you can’t hear us
rafe noticed how the audio of the game sounded like soft, lofi ambience. he placed his headphones gently on your head, hoping it would soothe you. he whispered to the chat, “i can’t hear the game now, so if i miss anything, let me know.”
user: no 🥺

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CRIMINAL LOVE
rafe x college!reader
unexpected love
social media au, 18+ MDNI
summary: With your last semester of grad school breezing by, you felt like you could sleep through the next couple of months and still graduate at the top of your class. You only had to get through 3 more months until you walked across the stage and rightfully earned your Master in Criminal Justice degree. All your hard work would finally be paid off. Until your professor hits you with one last assignment that will make you question everything. The assignment? Prisoner Penpals from the State of North Carolina Correctional Facility. Your penpal? Rafe Cameron. His sentence? Life without parole. His crime? First degree murder.
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Part 7 ♥︎ Part 8 ♥︎ Part 9 ♥︎
Part 10 ♥︎ Part 11 ♥︎ Part 12 ♥︎
Part 13 ♥︎ Part 14 ♥︎ Part 15 ♥︎
Part 16 ♥︎ Part 17 ♥︎ Part 18 ♥︎
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TWIN FLAMES
baby!daddy!rafe x pogue!reader
ex lovers, co-parenting, pogue/kook relationship
social media au, 18+ mdni
summary: You and Rafe were the couple that no one saw coming. The kook king and the pogue princess falling in love was a shock to the whole island. The pogues questioned your relationship, the kooks despised it, and Ward took extreme measures to tear you two apart every chance he got. It was only a matter of time before the pressure caused the relationship to break. The constant arguing, the yelling, it all became too much. Rafe turned to drugs and you isolated yourself from everyone until there was too much damage to repair. But life has a funny way of bringing two souls back together. In this instance, in the form of a three year old little boy.
Part 1 ≫ Part 2 ≫ Part 3 ≫
Part 4 ≫ Part 5 ≫ Part 6 ≫
Part 7 ≫ Part 8 ≫ Part 9 ≫
Part 10 ≫ Part 11 ≫ Part 12 ≫
Part 13 ≫ Part 14 ≫ Part 15 ≫
Part 16 ≫ Part 17 ≫ Part 18 ≫
EXTRAS
theo headcanons throughout the years