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Matt Sturniolo

Matt meets reader at the park

Rafe Cameron

beach Day

Ward's Birthday Brunch

Babysitter

Getting my shit together

Is jealousy a good look on rafe?

2am

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.

fluff!!! (Slight smut at the end)

Is jealousy a good look on Rafe?

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.

Masterlist

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.”

A/N:: let me know if I should do a part 2!!!!!

Rafe and reader take care of his niece!

Pure fluff!! masterlist

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.

- Matt meets reader at the park -

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.