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you drifted away from elliot, and now you're slowly drifting back. “there was no backstory, or words in vain, but i know you loved.”
elliot (euphoria) x fem (actress) reader
a/n - this is looowkey rushed as i was taking way too much time to write this but still wanted u guys to have it instead of scrapping lmao. thank u to whoever req this, and if u have any requests or questions of ur own my inbox is open and makes me happi when u guys flood it 🥹 anyways this song is sooo underrated and one of my favs on rocket. dm/comment to b on taglist! 💋💋
your hand drifts from elliot's soft bleached curls to cup his jaw, as he tilts his head to push is tongue further into your mouth. his hands are on your waist, slowly pulling your down to lay you on top of him as the two of you make out on top of his sheets. some old soft rock is playing from his record player. “it’s the shit they used to fuck to in the olden days.” he had said earlier, when he put it on. real profound of him.
he sighs against your neck, where he was now slowly sucking deep purple marks into your skin. “fuck,” he groans. “vinyl ended”
you hum against his hair, already missing the friction of his lips and the small but of facial hair that would scratch along your neck. “don’t you dare get up.”
elliot laughs against your collarbone. “what, you wanna fuck in silence?”
“obviously i’d prefer not to but like,” you grind your hips down on his. “i’m already all worked up, elli. don’t ruin the mood.”
he goes back to placing wet kisses down your throat. “and to think,” he murmurs against your skin. “that when we first met you were scared of my dick. you’ve come a long, long way, baby.”
you scoff and tug on his curls, making him yelp. “i wasn’t scared of your dick.”
it wasn’t that you were scared, you had just never done much of anything with anyone before him. elliot had been your first, for most of the things that counted back then. first time, first smoke, first love. he loved that about you, loved being the one who got to see all those firsts. and although he had many firsts before you, he would always think of you as his first love.
and as the years passed by, his only real love.
you had met elliot at a party the summer before junior year. you were drunk off your ass, and he was high off his, so neither of you could keep your shit together. you ended up falling asleep in his car, woke up beside what used to be a complete stranger, and started dating in october.
but high school was long gone now. it was a memory that you barely touch anymore.
after graduation, you went off to university in another state, and elliot stayed in california, trying to make his music thing work. you missed him a lot when you were away, and he missed you too.
copious amounts of your savings were blown on flights back to california instead of groceries, which your parents had a lot to say about. eventually and obviously, the flights got too expensive, and then they stopped. the monthly visits and the daily facetimes were cut down to the daily facetimes and texting.
until it was weekly facetimes,
turning into monthly,
until the daily texts,
turned into monthly updates.
the drifting was melancholy and prolonged, so much so that you both never even broke up, there was just nothing left to end. but you were in love with him, and he was in love with you. it just didn’t work out.
he would call, and you would pick up, time to time, usually around each others birthdays. and that was pretty much it.
you had grown up after all, and found there was more to life than hotboxing in elliot’s room, and occasionally his car. it would be a lie to say you didn’t miss it sometimes, but as the years went by, you thought about him less and less. and eventually not much at all.
maddy and lexi were the only people from high school you had actually kept in touch with. you see lexi on set constantly now, and you see maddy at events.
the acting thing had taken off gradually. you booked a small role, then a bigger one, then one in a film people actually saw, and then suddenly vogue was calling you one of the most promising young actresses of the decade and you were on the 30 under 30 list for two years in a row.
the magazines had many titles for you. “enchanting,” “curiously captivating,”. you laugh from your spot on the couch that you were lounging on in your trailer.
“lexi, i seriously think they chatgpt’d this shit.” you cackle as lexi smiles into her cup of coffee.
“no, they sound good i promise!” she says, unconvinced. you shake your head, pointing to a line on a page.
“american mastermind,” you close your eyes and try not to laugh. “i wasn’t even born here.”
lexi shrugs, and there is a knock at the trailer door. lexi opens it for you as you throw a pink silk robe over yourself, as you were only wearing undergarments. “who is it?” you ask softly, before maddy walks in.
“maddy!” you saunter over and she hugs you, smelling like an expensive perfume.
“hey babe, it’s been a minute.” she grins at you.
“what are you doing here?” you ask, still smiling at her.
maddy taps her nails against the metal frame of the trailer door as she begins to speak. “well, there’s this party tonight. its an album release thing, this band that’s been blowing up. like, niche six months ago and now suddenly everyone’s been a fan for years type shit.” she waves her hand dismissively. “anyway, it’s gotten big. like, a real event. and i heard from some people that some people we know are going to be there.”
“people we know? from where?” you question. you know a lot of people.
“high school.”
“like who.”
“jules is-”
“jules?” your lips curve into a small smile. “shit, i miss her. that’ll be fun, i’m in-”
“perfect. and you might be wondering why i’m asking, and you know how i’ve been trying to grow my client list,”
“who is the client?” you sigh.
“you need to hear me out before you react. cassie.”
you stare at her, trying not to laugh. “howard?”
“jacobs now.” maddy groans.
“no way. didn’t she like-” you start. “yes, she did but i promise you i have a plan and its actually a good one. i need you there because if you show up it’ll gain more traction for the party and-”
“i trust you, babe. it’s chill.” you smile at her. maddy had always been the type of girl to make sure that when she has a plan, she carries that shit out. and this time should be no different. all you had to do was show up, mingle a bit, and dip. maybe check the band out for a bit.
when you got back to your place, you got to work. you loved a party. always have. in highschool, and now. your closet was filled with clothes galore because when you got paid you always went shopping first.
first, you showered. washed the day off, shaved, and moisturized. makeup next. your liner was thin and precise, as you use the strategy maddy had taught you all those years ago. as you finish your makeup with a gloss over your lined lips, you turn to your closet.
a tiny fitted dress was what you had chosen. not too much, but still hot and accessorizeable. it was gold, shimmery, made you look tanner, and made your tits look great. there wasn’t much room for anything underneath, so you make sure to wear nice underwear, because it was short enough that you had to be deliberate about how you moved and sat.
as you admire it in the mirror, you get a text and realize your ride is here. after a bit of scrolling on your phone, the car pulls up to a mansion in the hills at about ten p.m. you heard the party before you saw it. they must have good speakers because that shit was loud.
stepping out onto the pavement, you straighten up and smooth your dress. the cameras started immediately. just soft clicks that you had now gotten used to. once you get inside, maddy walks over from nearby. “you look insane.” she said over the music. you grin. “and so do you.”
“i’m serious. everyone with a phone is going to try to get a picture tonight.”
you laugh and shake your head. “i’ll mingle for a bit, then i’m out. i hope this works out for whatever plan you have.”
inside, it was warm and the lights were loud. you actually spotted a handful of famous figures that you had met before. it was starting to look like an actual event. maddy gently steered you gently towards the bar, before leaning in to speak to you. “jules is somewhere near the back. cassie’s already here. there are about four journalists here who would eat their own liver to get a candid of you so just… be aware.”
“i’m always aware!” you laugh.
“you’re really not, babe.” she snorts into her orangy drink.
“what do you mean?”
maddy looked at you. some expression crossed her face, one that you couldn't really put your finger on. half guilty, half entertained was what she was getting at.
“nothing.” she says as she takes a slow sip.
“maddy.”
“i just,” she presses her lips together. “i maybe should have mentioned something before. about the band.”
you look at her, dumbfounded. “what about the band?”
“i assumed you knew. because i knew, and lexi knew, even fuckin’ jules knew, and i figured if we knew then obviously you-”
“maddy,” you say again, firmer this time. “what did you not tell me?”
she shakes her head and grins at you. “did you not look them up at all? when i texted you the details about who’s party this is?”
you shrug. “i trusted you and got in the car.” maddy nods slowly. “right, so you didn’t do any research.”
“on what? on the band?” you question, confused as the lights begin to dim. “why would i-”
your sentence gets cut off by a man standing on a raised platform at the end of the room. he was wearing all black with a headset on, assumingly running the event. he taps the microphone before speaking.“hi everyone, sorry to interrupt. we just want to take a quick moment to bring out the people responsible for why we’re all here tonight!”
the room fills with applauses, as you clap along with your drink in your hand, turning toward the platform trying to look interested for this band you didn’t know at all. you made a mental note to look them up after.
the band came out from a nearby side door. there were four of them, and they looked mildly surprised with how many people were there, which you found endearing. they gathered around the mic, and the one on the left adjusted the mic upward to speak, and you felt your heart fall to your ass.
his curls were a bit longer. the frosted tips were gone, and had grown out into his natural brown. he was broader and wider than you had remembered, his stature less lanky. he wore oversized dark wash jeans and a black shirt that had (assumingly) his band’s logo or album cover on it. he looked the same yet completely different all at once.
elliot. the elliot. your elliot.
he said something about being grateful into the mic that made the crowd smile, but you forgot what it was. his voice was the same. low and soft. you didn’t move. your drink was halfway to your mouth and it had been there for approximately two minutes now.
maddy watches you and rubs your back soothingly. you down the rest of your drink, and she takes your cup. “another one?” she asks. you nod. after a few minutes, maddy comes back with your drink and gets whisked away, but so do you. you slip back from the crowd slowly and quietly, giving quick smiles and small waves so you don’t seem off.
you had gradually migrated towards the edges of the room with your drink in hand, until you found a nice quiet pocket where the music became slightly muffled and the lighting was dimmer. you lean against the wall and look down at the edible sparkles swirling around in your orange drink. your mind can’t help but slip into the past, as much as you try to resist it.
the cigarette he lit and put in your mouth the first night you had smoked in that one parking lot. his hands were warm as he cupped them around yours as he showed you how to inhale without busting a lung. the unfinished verses he played for you on the guitar he had since he was 9 years old, watching you listen instead of watching his own fingers on the guitar. waking up next to him, not caring how late you were for first period. his tan arm laid across your waist, and his lips finding yours as soon as he woke up.
and then the calls getting shorter. and then the grief of losing someone who was still alive, but living a life you are no longer apart of, and having no clear moment to pinpoint, no single time where it ended, just the slow, melancholy drifting a further distance away.
until distance was all there was.
you had moved on fine. you were fine. you had built a real, good life, and you were proud of it, and you thought of him less than you used to. you did.
it was just the fact that the room was dim and too warm, and the music playing was his, and you weren’t prepared.
you set your empty glass on a nearby shelf behind you and try to take some deep breaths. okay. you would say hi to jules, bye to maddy, you would be normal and then go home and sleep. it would be all good tomorrow.
slowly, but surely, you push yourself off the wall and turn towards the exiting hallway, because fuck that. but then someone said your name. you went still, and turned around.
elliot was there. one hand held a drink, and the other was in his pocket. his curls were slightly damp around his face, he was nervous. he looked at you like his mind was thinking the same thing as yours.
“hey,” he says softly. “hi.” you manage to say back.
he slowly makes his way over to you. “you were about to leave?” he said. “i was just getting some air.” you lie. elliot looks at you with wide eyes. “bullshit.” he scoffs.
“okay,” you sigh. “okay, i was leaving.”
“yeah, i know.” he said, but oddly not judging. “i saw your from the stage.”
“you were looking for me?”
“nah, i wasn’t looking for anything, i just saw you.”
you look up at him, and the soft lighting dances around his face, and behind him the party continued. “you were good up there.” you say. “i uh, i didn’t know it was you. in the band, i mean. i didn’t do my research.” you laugh a bit at this predicament.
his lips shift into a soft grin. “that’s very you.” he says. “apparently, like, everyone knew but me.” you reply. “maddy texted me that you were coming,” he nods. “like an hour ago.”
a long, melancholy beat of silence passes. “i didn’t know how to get ready for, uh, for seeing you,” you break the silence. “i needed a second. it was definitely a surprise.” you continue, as elliot nods along. “yeah, same here honestly.” he agrees.
“also, you look-” he starts, then decides not to finish whatever he was going to say. “it’s really good to see you.” he said honestly.
“yeah,” you bring your lips into a smile to match his. “you too, elli.”
habit. it felt weird to call him his real name, and you would have, but your mouth jumped the gun before your brain could stop it.
he reached behind you to pick up your empty glass from the shelf. “come on,” he says quietly. “don’t leave yet.”
you sigh, knowing there was no way you could say no to him.
the rest of the night was spent walking around with elliot, sticking closely to the walls, as you didn’t feel like being the main event, and he was getting sick of his own band’s party. you chatted a bit, went silent, then chatted again comfortable.
he walked you to your car at the end of the night. he didn’t ask to. he just happened to still be walking alongside you when you had announced to him that you were tired and wanted to go home, and you didn’t say anything about it. the warm california air swirled around you both, just like it used to.
you two stood at the car door for a few minutes, continuing your conversations about the band, your last project, and restaurant that had opened near where apparently both of you live, which was way closer than you realized.
“we should-” you both started at the same time, before laughing at it. “yeah,” he said, finishing the sentence.
when you got home and unready and in bed, you told yourself it was a good night. you talked to old friends, and caught up. normal and chill. and you almost believed it.
THREE DAYS LATER.
he texted you.
elliot
wanna go to that new restaurant we talked about on friday?
you stared at it, like you were texting back a boy on snapchat for the first time.
you
yea sure
dinner was actually easy. too easy, the kind of too easy that leads you staying two hours longer than you were supposed to, the restaurant closing for the night around you without the both of you noticing. you split the bill, and he walked you to your car again. no kiss, but a hug that felt a bit longer than platonic.
elliot
again sometime?
you
yeah
‘again sometime’ became again the following week. and the week after that. coffee was the hangout this time, which felt more casual. the next was he came to some q&a of yours with the cast from your latest project, and he stood in the back, found you in the crowd after, and told you that you were great.
and then you went to a small show of his band, and stood near the side of the stage in a box with other stars who supported his band. you stood in the coloured light, watching him do the thing he’d always done as a hobby, and you felt kinda proud.
the calls happened after that. the both of you stopped overthinking them. they would only happen just because you saw something that reminded you of him, just because you were bored, just because. and they were always long. hours long. one time, you fell asleep on call and when you woke up it was still connected, and you could hear his sleepy breathing on the other end.
and just like before, it was gradual enough that you couldn’t pinpoint a moment. except this time, it wasn’t drifting apart, it was falling back together.
there was no backstory, no introductions. the foundation was already built, and the drift back was so soft you barely felt it.
one night, you sat on elliot’s kitchen counter as he made you dinner (again for the third time this week), and he reaches past you to grab something, and didn’t move away after. he looked at you softly.
“hey.” he said gently, the same way he did when he saw you for the first time in a long time at that party. “hey.” you say back. he looks at you for a while with his mouth slightly agape, before finding his wording.
“i missed you.” he said simply, and your throat went tight.
“i missed you too.” you said, admitting. “i missed you the whole time.”
he raises his hands slowly to cradle your face, as he wedges his body between your legs. his thumbs lightly circled your cheekbones and your lips curl into a smile. you could feel his breath. “elliot.” you say, lowly. “yeah.” he replies, like he knows what you are thinking.
you close the distance.
he kissed you like if he were to pull away you would drift away again. it was deep, unhurried, and so familiar. his hands slid from cupping your face and into your hair and you lean into him, your hands gripping the front of his shirt gently, and pulling him in, until he was pressed forward with no space in between him and the counter.
you feel his fingers curl at the back of your head and you make a small sound against his mouth and you feel his breathing hitch in response. you pull back to breathe, and he presses his forehead against yours. his thumb traces along your hair and back to your cheek.
as you hop down from the counter, elliot turns around to plate the food before it burns before turning back around to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your soft lips again.
“i knew i’d still feel it.” he hums against your mouth.
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It’s 2am when Rafe shows up at your door.. maybe this time he will finally let you in.
Your clock on the nightstand read 2:35 a.m when the knocking started. You waited to see if it would continue, and unfortunately for you, it did. Wincing slightly at the cold floor, you made your way to the door.
You were slightly taken aback when you opened it to find Rafe on the other side. His eyes were red and bloodshot, his hands shaking, his knuckles slightly bloody.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” he said, his voice shaking, like a kid on the verge of tears. You had never seen him like this before, and it honestly scared you a little.
“Oh, honey, come in,” you said, leading him into yours and Sarah’s shared apartment.
The two of you had been roommates for the past two years. However, Sarah had no idea that you and her brother had also been falling in love during that time.
It started slowly, stolen glances. He always found a way to be near you, and there was a sort of protective nature to him whenever he was around you.
Thankfully, Sarah wasn’t home. These days, you could almost always find her at the château.
You sat Rafe down at the island while you went to grab the first aid kit. As you began to wipe his knuckles, he groaned at the stinging sensation. You didn’t press him about what had happened. When Rafe was like this, it was always best to let him tell you when he was ready.
“You’re so good to me,” he said, breaking the silence. He still couldn’t look you in the eye instead he laid his head on your should while you continued cleaning him up. “I’m always fucking up, and you’re always there to fix it.”
“Because I love you, Rafe.” There was a beat of silence.
“You shouldn’t. I’m no good for you, Y/N. I’m sorry I brought you into this.” He pulled his hand from your grasp and started to stand.
“Rafe, please stop. You don’t need to run from me from this. I love you, and I’m just here to help you.” You felt like you were pleading at this point.
“No, no, just stop. I—” He ran his hands through his slightly overgrown buzz cut. “I am going to ruin you.”
His gaze finally met yours.
“That’s so unfair, Rafe. You don’t get to decide that for me. It’s okay to fall apart, please just let me in.” You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him tightly.
For a moment, you just stood there, clinging to each other. Then, suddenly, he melted into you.
“I don’t know why I keep doing this. I’m so sorry. He said he would hurt you if I didn’t pay, so I stole some money from Ward.”
Your breath hitched, but you didn’t let go, not even for a second.
“It’s okay,” you whispered. “We can figure it out.”
Rafe let out a shaky laugh against your shoulder, the kind that didn’t hold any humor at all.
“You always say that,” he murmured. “Like the world hasn’t already decided how this ends for people like me.”
You pulled back just enough to look at him. His face was wrecked—eyes glassy, jaw clenched like he was holding himself together by force alone. “You’re not people like anything,” you said softly. “You’re just Rafe.”
That did it.
His shoulders caved in as a sob tore out of him, raw and unfiltered. He pressed his forehead into your shoulder, hands gripping the back of your shirt like you were the only thing keeping him upright. You felt it then, the weight he carried, the fear, the constant hum of violence and expectation that followed him everywhere.
“I tried to do the right thing,” he choked. “I tried so fucking hard. But every time I think I’m getting out, it just pulls me back in. And I keep dragging you down with me.”
You cupped the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair.
“You didn’t drag me anywhere,” you said. “I walked into this with my eyes open. With my whole heart.”
He pulled away again, just slightly, enough to look at you.
“You shouldn’t love me,” he said, voice breaking. “You deserve someone safe. Someone who doesn’t show up at your door bleeding at two in the morning.”
“And yet,” you replied, tears stinging your eyes, “here you are. And here I am. Still choosing you.”
For a long moment, he just stared at you, like he was memorizing your face, like he was afraid this was the last time he’d be allowed to look at you like this.
“If anything happens to you,” he whispered, “I’d never survive it.”
You rested your forehead against his.
“Then don’t let anything happen to me,” you said. “Let me stay. Let me help. Don’t shut me out just because you’re scared.”
His breath hitched again. “I am scared,” he admitted. “I’m scared that you’ll wake up one day and realize loving me was the worst mistake you ever made.”
You swallowed hard. “And I’m scared that if you keep pushing me away, you’ll disappear one night and I’ll never get the chance to prove you wrong.”
Silence filled the space between you, heavy and fragile.
Finally, Rafe nodded, just once. A surrender. “Okay,” he whispered. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be good.”
“You don’t have to be good,” you said. “Just be here.”
He pulled you back into him, holding you tighter this time, like he was afraid letting go would undo him completely. Outside, the world stayed dark and cruel and uncertain, but inside that apartment, at 2a.m., you held each other like it was the only safe place left.
And for the first time in a long time, Rafe Cameron let himself believe he wasn’t facing it alone.
summary: Nothing about the night is extravagant, but it’s perfectly you two: soft, simple, and full of love. In your cozy home, Rafe asks you to marry him.
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The front door squeaks the way it always has — the one thing Rafe keeps promising he’ll get around to fixing, even though you secretly hope he never does. You love the sound. It’s the sound of him coming home.
You glance up from the dining table where you’re surrounded by a mess of colored pens, attendance sheets, and the stack of parent-conference forms you brought home. You’re supposed to finish them tonight, but the second you hear his boots hit the hardwood, you already know they’re not getting touched again.
“Baby,” he calls, voice warm and heavy from the long day he’s had.
“I’m in here,” you answer, even though he’d always find you anyway.
Rafe rounds the corner, still in his work jacket, hair messy from his hard hat, cheeks flushed from the cold. And then he’s smiling — that soft, tired, heart-squeezing smile that’s only ever for you.
“There’s my girl.”
He leans down and kisses your forehead, the brim of his jacket brushing your face. “Missed you.”
You hum, leaning into him. “You were gone all day.”
“Had to finish the Johnson remodel,” he mumbles, already sliding his hands around your waist and nuzzling into your hair. “But I thought about you the whole time, so.”
God, he has no idea what that does to you.
“Dinner’s in the oven,” you say against his chest. “I made that baked chicken you like.”
“I don’t deserve you.” He says it so casually, so sincerely, that your throat tightens. He kisses you again slower this time, lingering. “Gonna go wash up. Don’t move.”
You laugh. “I literally wasn’t planning to.”
He kisses the tip of your nose and disappears down the hall, leaving the faint scent of sawdust, winter cold, and that stupidly comforting cologne he wears.
You look around your little starter home — the one you and Rafe saved for together, toured together, painted together. The one with mismatched furniture and a couch you found on Facebook Marketplace and the gallery wall that still only has three frames because life got busy.
It’s imperfect. But it’s yours. And it’s perfect because of that.
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Dinner is easy jeans, warm socks, legs tangled under the table. Rafe tells you about the remodel, about Kelce nearly cutting his finger off, about one of his guys playing country music so loud the neighbor threatened to call the cops.
You tell him about the kid who tried to fake a fever by holding a heat pack to his forehead, about the new parent you had to call because their daughter keeps stealing the library’s stuffed animals, about the way your principal begged you to stop bringing your color-coding pens because she keeps stealing them.
He laughs —belly-laughs— at every single part.
You love when he laughs like that. You love that you get to be the reason for it.
After dinner, you both wash dishes together. Rafe stands behind you at the sink, chin on your shoulder, arms around your waist while you rinse. He hands you plates. You hand him utensils. He kisses your shoulder every other minute, like it’s involuntary.
It feels like any other night.
A warm, soft, safe night in the home you built together.
So you don’t think anything of it when Rafe says, “Hey… can we sit on the couch for a sec? I wanna show you something.”
You nod, wiping your hands on a towel. “Yeah, of course.”
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The living room is dim, lit only by the lamp you keep on the side table. Rafe sits down first, patting the spot beside him. When you tuck into his side, he pulls a blanket over your legs like he always does.
Then he clears his throat.
Not weirdly. But enough to make you sit up a little.
“So,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck. “There’s something I’ve been thinking about. For a long time, actually.”
Your heart flutters. “Okay…”
He breathes deeply.
And suddenly, he looks nervous. Real, actual nerves.
“Ray..? What’s going on?”
He gives you this small, crooked smile the one he gets when he’s overwhelmed by you. “You know how I always say this house isn’t perfect? Like it needs more space, and I gotta fix that leak in the bathroom, and the porch light still flickers like a horror movie?”
You nod slowly.
“Well,” he continues, voice softer, “it’s perfect to me. Because it’s ours. Because I get to come home to you. Every day. And —I dunno— somewhere in the middle of all that, I realized something.”
Your breath catches.
“I don’t wanna do any of this without you. Not the house. Not the long days. Not the dumb little fights over who gets the last slice of pizza. Nothing. I want all of it with you. Just you.”
He reaches behind the throw pillow and your heart drops into your stomach.
“Rafe…”
He doesn’t get down on one knee. He doesn’t turn on some big speech. He doesn’t pull out flowers or candles or anything fancy.
He just sits there on your couch, in your little living room, in your shared blanket, holding a small velvet box with calloused, work-worn hands.
“This is where we started,” he says softly. “This house. This couch. This life we’re building. I didn’t want some big thing that doesn’t feel like us.”
He opens the box.
The ring inside is simple. Timeless. A thin gold band with a round diamond — nothing flashy, nothing oversized. Just beautiful.
Just like everything he does.
Your eyes flood instantly.
“Baby,” he whispers, thumb brushing your cheek, “Will you marry me?”
You don’t even hear your own answer because you’re already moving, already climbing onto his lap, already kissing him so hard you both laugh into it.
But you’re nodding. You’re crying. You’re saying yes against his mouth over and over again until he’s laughing and hugging you so tight the blanket falls off.
He cups your face carefully.
“You’re sure?”
You laugh through tears. “Rafe, I’ve been sure since the day I met you.”
He rests his forehead against yours, breathing you in, hands shaking a little.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna be my wife.”
You blush —actually blush— and hide your face against his neck. He laughs again, arms wrapping around you like he’s never letting go.
“Can I put it on you?” he whispers into your hair.
You pull back, nodding quickly, wiping your cheeks.
Rafe takes your hand like it’s fragile. Like you’re fragile. And he slides the ring onto your finger with slow, reverent care.
Then he just stares at it.
At you.
At both.
“Looks right,” he finally says, voice thick. “Looks perfect.”
You kiss him again sweeter this time, softer curled up in his lap with the leftover warmth of dinner still lingering in the air and the scent of home all around you.
When you pull away, he’s watching you with tears in his eyes he keeps trying (and failing) to blink away.
“Hey,” you whisper, brushing your thumb over his jaw. “Why’re you crying?”
He huffs a tiny, shaky laugh. “Because I’m happy, baby. Because I’m so damn in love with you it’s stupid. Because you said yes.”
You rest your forehead against his again.
“This is perfect,” you whisper. “More perfect than anything you could’ve planned.”
“I know.” He smiles, brushing your hair behind your ear. “It’s us.”
You stay like that for a long time wrapped around each other on your beat-up couch in your too-small living room, surrounded by warmth, by love, by the life you made together.
Eventually, he whispers, “Wait until our babies exist so we can tell them this story.”
You shove his shoulder playfully, laughing. “We don’t even have a wedding date!”
He shrugs, grinning. “Still. They’re gonna hear it.”
You kiss his cheek.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “They will.”
And in that little house, with your ring catching the soft lamplight and Rafe holding you like he’s never letting go, you know it’s true.
This is the beginning of everything.
And it’s exactly, perfectly, beautifully you two.
a/n: yay!! i’ve been working on this one for the last week or so and i’m honestly so excited to shift into more fluff fics for a bit, my brain needs the soft vibes lol. i hope you all enjoy this one just as much as i loved writing it!! 🫶🏻
Outside, the sun was beginning to set, and the air was starting to feel cool against your skin. Sarah’s backyard was so peaceful at this time of evening — too early to head to bed, but late enough to sit and enjoy the quiet.
I rocked with my glass in hand, Sarah sitting in the rocking chair beside me, going on and on about her day with Riley.
“It’s scary how similar she is to me when I was younger. You should’ve seen her at the grocery store today,” she said with a slight chuckle at the thought.
Off in the distance, Riley was sliding down the slide as Rafe waited for her at the bottom. The yellow lights lit up the backyard in a magical way. He swooped her up in one swift move and celebrated her small victory.
“When I was younger, I used to dream about times like this,” I said, my gaze fixed on the young boy and the little girl running around the backyard.
“I know. A lot of it seemed like a reach,” she said in one breath. “You know, I never knew who I was going to marry, but I knew exactly who would be by my side through it all.” She smiled gently as she turned her gaze to me.
I looked over at her and reached out my arm. Once our hands were intertwined, I swayed them gently. “I love you so much, Sarah. Thank you for being great.” “I love you so much,” she said back to me with a slight chuckle, the moment feeling like a breath of fresh air.
“Am I interrupting something?” Rafe asked, walking over with Riley in tow behind him. “Oh, never. We’ll have our own time later, honey,” Sarah said, winking at me. She scooped Riley up and headed inside.
Later that night, at you and Rafe’s shared apartment
Your current fall read lay open in front of you, the faint buzz of a college football game going on in the background. The lamp on your side of the bed added a warm glow to the room. You loved nights like these. This was why you and Rafe worked so well together — you both could be in each other’s presence without needing to fill the silence. The comfortable quiet was the best when it was shared with him.
“What did you and my sister have going on earlier?” Rafe asked, his gaze still glued to the TV.
“What are you talking about?” you said, suddenly unable to keep your mind on your book.
“You guys were having a moment,” he said, his tone slightly teasing.
“Oh?” You turned to face him fully now. “You’re not jealous, are you?” you said with a playful lilt, tracing small circles on his bicep.
“No,” he said, trying to play it off. “Besides—she can’t have you in ways I can.”
He reached over and pulled you onto his lap in one swift motion. Your giggle had a mischievous tone to it.
“Rafe,” you laughed, trying to keep your balance as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He tilted his head up, eyes soft but glinting with something more. “You really think I’m jealous?” “I know you are,” you teased.
He smirked, his lips brushing your jaw. “Then maybe you should remind me why I shouldn’t be.”
You barely had time to answer before his mouth found yours — slow at first, then deeper, warmer. The faint sound of the game faded into nothing as your book slipped to the floor. His thumb traced the line of your jaw, his breath mixing with yours in the quiet glow of the room.
When you finally pulled away, you smiled against his lips. “Feel better now?” He chuckled lowly. “Getting there.” You leaned in again, the night stretching soft and golden around you.
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What happens when you finally reach a breaking point with Rafe and his rage? Angst!! Masterlist
You could ask anyone in town what they thought of Rafe, and they would all say just about the same thing. “He’s a drug addict.” “He has a horrible temper.” “He’s dangerous.”
You, however, didn’t see that. You saw him. Someone who just needed to be loved. Someone trying to be perfect, even though he didn’t know how. With you, it wasn’t complicated, you loved him for exactly who he was. You made it easy for him to breathe. Easy to feel enough.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, his tone carrying that slight edge of annoyance.
You sat across from him in a booth at your favorite diner. The hum of the old ceiling fan filled the silence, and the soft glow from the neon sign outside painted his face in flickers of pink and blue.
“I’m just thinking,” you said shyly, tracing your finger along the rim of your water glass.
He scoffed, glancing around. “Where the fuck is our food? HEY BUDDY, COULD WE GET OUR FOOD SOON?” he yelled toward the counter.
“I hate when you act like this.” You played with the wrapper of your straw, trying not to meet his bloodshot eyes.
“That’s too bad,” he muttered.
“Whatever. I think I’ll walk home.” You stood, sliding out of the booth.
He followed you out of the diner. The sound of his boots against the pavement echoed behind you, too close, too familiar. After a fight with his dad earlier, his energy had shifted, like it always did when he felt cornered.
“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? Just get in the truck and I’ll drive you home.”
You kept walking.
“Okay. Okay. That’s enough. I get it, alright? I’ve been acting like an ass.” His voice softened, his footsteps slowing.
You were across the parking lot now, refusing to turn around.
“Y/N, get in the car!” he shouted, the sound bouncing against the empty lot.
“Why? So you can yell at me some more? Or maybe act like an asshole all night at the bonfire?” you snapped, turning back to face him.
“Stop, please. I’m sorry. What more do you need from me?” His voice cracked slightly, softer now, almost fragile.
“I don’t know if I can keep doing this.” You finally looked up at him. Even in the dim light, you could see the vein in his neck, the tension in his jaw.
“Don’t do this to me,” he whispered. “Please. Let’s just go somewhere and talk.”
He reached for your hand, and you let him. His touch was rough, calloused, but familiar. grounding. He guided you to the truck, and soon you were parked in front of Tannyhill.
As always, the house looked hauntingly beautiful at night. Shadows danced across the windows, and the wind whispered through the trees.
“You need to change, Rafe,” you said softly. “And I don’t know how I can help you do that.”
The car fell silent.
“I’ve been trying to take care of my shit. It’s just hard.” He rubbed his head, avoiding your gaze.
“I love you. I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone like I love you. Why can’t that just be enough?” His voice broke at the end, quiet and trembling.
“You’re more than enough, Rafe. I don’t think that’s the problem.” You searched his face, trying to read if he meant it this time.
“I know you’re talking about the drugs, and I know how I act when I’m on them. But what if I can’t ever get off them? What if this is just who I am?”
“That’s bullshit, Rafe. I love you so much, and I know you can do this.” You reached for his hand and held it tightly, tracing small circles on his skin.
“No one sees me like you do, Y/N. You see me through rose-colored glasses.” His eyes were glossy now, not from tears, but from the calm that washed over him when he was near you.
You stared out the window for a moment, wondering how you ended up here loving someone who was both your comfort and your chaos.
“This whole thing with my dad,” he continued quietly, “I try to stay sober, but then I hear his voice in my head telling me everything I’ve done wrong” He pressed his fingers to his temples.
“Hey,” you whispered, turning toward him. “It’s okay. If you really want to do this, I’ll help you.”
He reached across the console, his hand trembling slightly as it cupped your face. The warmth of his palm melted into your skin, and when his thumb brushed your cheek, the rest of the world fell away.
His eyes locked on yours, that stormy blue that always made you forget what you were mad about. And then his lips met yours.
The kiss was slow at first, searching, desperate. It tasted like salt and hope and the kind of love that burns quietly, the kind that hurts. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing hard.
“I can do this,” he whispered, voice shaking. “As long as I have you.”
You smiled softly, brushing your thumb against his cheek. “You already do.”
Sarah’s car hummed in the driveway, the gravel crunching under her tires as she rolled to a stop. You didn’t even wait for her to step out before bursting through the front door.
“Oh my God, baby is that you?” you shouted, half-laughing, half-squealing as you ran toward her.
“Hi, honey! Ugh, I missed you so much,” Sarah said, pulling you into one of those bone-crushing hugs that only siblings or best friends give. You breathed her in sunscreen, summer air, and that faint powdery scent of baby clinging to her.
The moment you stepped inside, you rounded the counter and poured Sarah a glass of water while she shifted Riley onto her lap.
“Okay, so her bag has everything you’ll need this afternoon. But if not, just call me and I’ll get John B to bring it over.” Sarah rocked Riley gently as the baby blinked herself awake, tiny fists stretching toward the ceiling. Her bright blonde hair caught the light, and those green eyes so striking, so Sarah made you smile. Rafe was always teasing that Riley looked like his sister’s mini clone. The Cameron genes were impossible to deny.
“I think we’ll be fine,” you reassured her, setting the glass down. “You go out, have fun—and take a shot for me while you’re at it.”
Riley reached for you with grabby hands and let out a soft coo the second you lifted her. Warm, light, and impossibly small in your arms, she made your chest ache in the best way.
“I know she’ll be fine, but this is her first night away from me,” Sarah admitted, gulping down her water with a nervous smile.
“Where’s my idiot brother? It’s way too quiet in here.”
Sarah’s eyes darted around.
Sliding the back door open, you spotted Rafe in the distance, shirt damp from sweat, skin golden under the Charleston sun. He was crouched over a potted plant, muttering to himself as if it were a mission of national importance.
“Cameron!” you called out, waving Riley’s tiny hand like a flag.
His head snapped up, and when he saw you both, he grinned, dropping the shovel. His strides ate up the yard quickly, muscles flexing with each step in a way that made your thighs clench without permission.
“Oh, dear God, are you always this dirty?” Sarah teased as she stepped outside behind you.
“I think I’m channeling my inner Pogue,” Rafe said with a wink in your direction before wrapping his sister in a hug.
“Yeah, the smell is about right,” Sarah muttered, wrinkling her nose.
The evening drifted by like honey, slow and sweet. Dinner was messy but full of laughter; Riley smacked her spoon onto the table like it was a drum, and Rafe pretended to wince dramatically just to hear her giggle. Bath time was even better he blew bubbles into the water until Riley’s laughter echoed through the whole house. At one point, he tried to braid her damp hair and failed miserably, leaving her with one crooked little pigtail that still made her look adorable.
Later, you curled up on the couch, Riley nestled on your chest, her tiny breaths fanning against your collarbone. The room was quiet, the soft glow of the TV flickering as Rafe scrolled absently through Hulu beside you.
“It was nice seeing you in dad mode today,” you murmured.
Rafe’s lips twitched into a small grin. Without looking at you, he reached over to pat Riley’s back. “I loved being in dad mode today.”
When he finally turned, his gaze lingered on his niece with something warm, almost tender, before settling on you.
“Today was perfect,” you whispered. “Rafe… I think I could see us doing this someday.”
He shifted fully to face you, one hand finding yours, calloused thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“Okay,” he said simply, with a smile that felt like a promise.
“Okay?” You blinked at him. “You don’t… you don’t want a baby?” The question slipped out softer than you intended, threaded with quiet worry.
Rafe squeezed your hand gently, his chuckle low and warm. “Baby, I’ve just been waiting for you to be ready. If it were up to me, we’d already have a whole football team running around.”
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The park was bustling with noisy kids and parents running after them. You sat on a bench facing the play area, watching your niece climb the big slide to the top. The sun was out, but there was a nice breeze. These were your favorite kinds of days—spring was finally here, and the winter scaries were gone.
"Is this seat taken?"
The voice cut through the air harshly. You looked up and saw it belonged to a tall, brunette man standing over you.
“No, please,” you said, motioning for him to sit.
“Thanks,” was all he said as he took a seat at the other end of the bench. The only thing between the two of you now was your tote bag.
“Tía Y/N, can we please have a picnic here?” Your niece came running up to you.
“Yes, but not today. Your mom is expecting us soon.”
“Okay,” she said and ran back to the playground.
“So you’re an aunt?” the man beside you asked without even looking your way.
“I’m sorry?” The comment caught you off guard. You hadn’t expected to have a conversation with him.
“The little girl—she’s your niece?” he said, pointing at her.
“Oh. Yeah. Being an aunt is my favorite thing of all time,” you said with a smile, looking out at the children playing.
“I know the feeling. That little guy over there in the dino shirt? He’s my nephew.” You looked out at the playground and soon spotted the boy he was talking about. He looked about the same age as your niece.
“Oh, that’s lovely.”
Just then, your phone buzzed. A text from your sister popped up, letting you know she had made it home and was ready to see you guys.
“Oh, that’s my sister. Emily, let’s go!” you called out, gathering your things. You stood and waited for your niece.
Matt’s POV
This was it. The girl I had been noticing for a while now was right next to me. I had finally worked up the courage to talk to her. I needed to say something now, before I lost it again.
As she stood up, my heart started racing. Suddenly, the words were coming out of my mouth before I could even stop them.
“It was really nice talking to you. Umm… at the risk of sounding like a total creep, do you think I could maybe get your number?”
She stood there, swinging her bag over her shoulder, and looked at me with a warm smile.
“Um, sure. I think we might have a mutual friend, actually. I’ve seen you at Maddie’s parties before. Your brother is Nick, right?”
Hearing my brother’s name made me feel at ease.
“Yeah, Nick is my triplet,” I said with a slight laugh.
“That’s cool,” she said again with that smile—a smile as bright as the sun.
“Here,” I said, handing her my phone so she could put her number in.
As she handed the phone back, her niece finally came running up to her.
“Here you go. Call me soon!” she said before walking away.