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snapchats i think ur horny bf rafe would send you
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never let them know your next move
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someone tell him I’m single
I’m a model ig 🥱
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really wanted to write a blurb based on this so here it is! I’m thinking about it with jittery stressed out s1 rafe.
“don’t.” he shrugs you off when you go to hold onto to his arm, you furrow your eyebrows, looking up at the clearly discomforted face of your boyfriend. “are you okay Rafe?” you ask, concern ever so obvious in your voice.
“I’m fine just. I can’t, right now. why don’t you go get another drink or somethin’.” he mumbles, already digging in his pockets so he can give you his card but you stop him. “no rafe, what’s bothering you?” you keep your voice quiet, so as to not draw attention to yourselves on the rather crowded porch of the country club.
“there’s nothing— why are you being so— fuckin’ interrogative right now?” he avoids your gaze, knowing that he’s going to have to tell you eventually.
“I’m not trying to be,” you frown “I just wanna help you.” he just scratches the back of his neck “look it’s— it’s stupid okay? I’m bein’ stupid.” he stammers out, scratching the back of his neck.
“I’m sure it’s not stupid, you can tell me.” you smile, trying to keep your gaze comforting. he sighs and then mumbles “it’s my shirt.”
you cock your head, “pardon?” you ask, not having heard him. “it’s my shirt.” he repeats, more frustrated this time, “my shirt is too tight and the seams are rubbing on my skin and it’s bothering me. you happy now?” he steps away, clearly expecting you not to say what you’re about to.
“do you wanna go to the car and change? there’s spare clothes in the trunk right?” he nearly does a double take, head snapping round to meet your eyes, “what?”
“your shirt is bothering you right?” you say, raising your eyebrows for a confirmation. he nods, “yeah— yeah it is…” and so you speak again “so do you want to go and change it?”
“I mean— yeah… I do I just… wasn’t expecting you to say that…” he scratches his head awkwardly as you both begin to walk. “why not?” you enquire, curious as to why he’s so surprised by your caring.
“well it’s a stupid thing isn’t it… not bein’ able to wear a shirt cause it’s tight…” he sniffs, clearly a little perplexed at the direction of the conversation. “well not really, you clearly have some sensory issues regarding it so—”
“sensory issues?” he questions, and you nod “yeah, it’s like when you find certain sensations very difficult to deal with. It also makes it way easier to get overwhelmed. I have some sensory issues myself.”
“huh…” he murmurs, “didn’t know there was uh— a name for that.” you smile, stroking his arm as you both arrive at the car “well now you do, if you want I can help you look into it?”
“yeah,” he nods, a smile now gracing his lips “yeah, thanks babe.”
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omfg I need him
CAMBOY!RAFE WON’T LEAVE MY MIND.
When I tell you he’s going to give you your money’s worth, I mean that. He’s going to have you thinking; sending him more coins won’t hurt, right? If only to hear him let out one of those deep groans that you can see makes his whole chest shudder.
He’s going to be a tease at first. Start the session out in an old t-shirt and pants—a casual outfit for a normal day. Not for a thousand eyes and comments begging for a show.
Waiting with bated breath for him to get started. To take off his clothes and show them why they’re here. Why they keep coming back for more. Why they keep throwing their money at this pretty boy who’s smirking at the camera as he teases them.
As he waits for the sound of money being thrown at him to slip off his shirt, which he gladly obliges with when he gets a number he’s pleased with. The pants taking a little longer. The heel of his palm pushing down on the growing outline of his cock—heavy, hard, and thick against the fabric.
The comments almost unreadable as they come in a mile a minute when his fingers pull at the belt of his pants, his eyes never leaving the camera as he does it. Looking up over his brows as he pulls himself out of his boxers, pushing the rest of his clothes to the floor.
“Oh,” he tsks. Clicks his tongue, smirking as he shakes his head. “You want to watch me fuck my fist? You gotta pay up. Nothing's free ‘round here. Ya’ll know that.”
When he’s finally appeased. Finally, given what he wants, he gives them what they want. Wraps a firm grip around his cock and starts to stroke himself. Avoiding the head with each down stroke. Paying mind to his shaft, dragging it out.
His pleasure.
The show.
His chest becomes flushed the more into it he gets. His lips parted, his tongue snaking out to wet them. Eyes hard and droopy with pleasure.
The heel of his feet digs into the bed when he cants his hips up to push into his fist. His eyes scan the comments, making him throb even more, the head of his cock leaking as he reads them.
Your dick is so pretty.
Such a good boy.
He’s so thick.
Please use me.
Cum for us.
“You want my come?” His eyes look into the camera. “How bad do you want it?” He hums, lets his hand twist around the head of his cock, a groan slacking his jaw. “You know what to do to get it.” His voice stern, filled with desire.
A heavy breath let out when the pad of his thumb moves against his tip to spread his precome around it. To add more slick to his cock. To make it easier for his hips to push his throbbing cock into the makeshift hole of his hand. Fucking his fist just the way his fans want. Just the way they paid him to.
A thousand eyes on him as his head tips back in pleasure. As he pants. As he gets off to the donations coming, to the people begging for him to come for them.
“Fuuuck, that’s good.” He smiles, groans. His goal for the night reached. Money in his pocket for putting on a good show for people who’d die to touch him. Feel him. Be painted in his seed. Marked by him, and thank him for it. “Mmm.”
His wrist twists each time his hips cant down. His movements growing quicker, faster. The noises coming from him less controlled, deep, and incoherent. weak. Rafe completely losing control the closer he gets to coming.
The only thing on his mind the wanting eyes on him. The eyes that look at him like an untouchable god rather than a man. Someone to bow down to, to feed from. Strangers who would let him wrap his fist around their throat and do whatever he asked gladly, happily.
“You ready? You want it?” He says, breathy, panting, eyes rolling back into his head right before he comes. Streaks of white painting his spasming stomach. His throat raw from the noise he lets out from the intensity of his orgasm.
His body shuddering when he lets his hand linger on his spent cock, oversensitive and twitching against his palm. A pleased look on his face, “such a shame it’s going to waste.” He looks down at the mess he’s made on himself. Eyes lifting, looking into the camera, “you want a taste?”
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✦ . * ocean blue eyes (social media au) | r.c.
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
author's note: guys i did it.... i got weak. i have a rough plot line but mostly making it up as i go, good vibes only. also, yes, I do have a lot going on. tagging @oceandriveab @zyafics and @ghostofwriting bc i know they'll fw this <3
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youruser welcome to the family Sarah 🤍
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ynsbiggestfan omfg sarah as in gracie's old background guitarist????
➞ abrmsyn when worlds collide 🤯
ynfancam they're gonna be such an iconic duo i know it
➞ ynforever frrrr
➞ allhailyn WAS ABOUT TO SAY THE SAME THING
sarahcam biggest dream come true ❤️
➞ youruser ❤️
johnbroutledge 🤩
sabrinacarpenter purr
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sarahcam thank you @/youruser for trusting me with this job. it’s such an honor getting in tune with you🫶🏼
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kiecarerra my fave artist and my fave guitarist together? when's the first show?
➞ sarahcam i’ll let you know asap😘
popephotography let me know if i can shoot one of your shows
➞ cleogriffith this is so ratchet of you
➞ cleogriffith anyways sarah let me know if yn needs a model for a mv 😘
johnbroutledge so proud of you❤️
➞ sarahcam ❤️❤️
youruser best addition yet👀
➞ sarahcam 🤭
youruser replied to this story: wait who's the guy in the front?🥵
johnbroutledge: that's sarah's brother👀
youruser: WHAT
youruser: lmao nevermind
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wonderland @/rafe talks growing up in kildare, balancing a healthy work life balance and the scrutiny a model has to face
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rafe247 holy shit
rafeupdates 🙇🏻♀️
rafeandonlyrafe i want rafe to step on me🥵
➞kelleigh_leclerc me 2🤭
topperthorntonofficial fresh
jjmaybank what happened to your hair?
➞ jjsandrafes jj and rafe enemies to lovers when😫
rafe replied to this story: tell her im single
sarahcam: ew no
rafe: praying on your downfall
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sarahcam happy birthday to the most annoying big brother in the world
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rafesgf Rafe is Sarah’s brother?????
➞ allaboutrafe they literally have the same last name…
➞ rafebrazil02 you must be new here
rafe247 everyone say thank you sarah for providing us with unseen pics
➞ rafesnumberonefan Thank you Sarah
rafe i’m suing you for posting these pictures
➞ sarahcam 😘
➞ rafefan LMAO
sarahcameronsbaby rafe said 😛
youruser cutiess
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➞ raferaferafe same yn, same
➞ rafecameron4lyfe omfg rafe liked yn’s comment👀
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author's note: if you saw your user in this au, thanks for giving me inspo, trying to come up with so many fan page names is so hard. also what are we thinking
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me begging rafe to actually cum inside since it’s mother’s day🤗🤗i just wanna be a mommy sigh
୨୧⸝⸝ 🩰﹕
things had been going really well for rafe lately, business wise. he’d been making a shit tonne of money, he’d been going on trips, making new connections — finally becoming the man he wanted to be and it showed from his attitude. all that rage and insecurity he once had was slowly but surely melting away, making you so glad that you stuck around for the long run.
you’d decided you’d wanted more right then and there on the spot at the end of the week when he was fucking you through the mattress. you’re moaning, near tears — elated by the successful deal he just made. his mouth his open against your jaw, pressing wet kisses there whilst you weakly drag your manicured fingernails across his buzzed hair. your bleary eyes flicker open through sticky eyelashes and stare at the ceiling, overstimulated creamy pussy just sucking him in, driving him closer and closer to his finish line.
“c’mon.” he mutters, barely audibly to himself as he picks up the pace — thick biceps lifting him just a little so he could look down at the way he was milking you.
you don’t think, you simply connect your ankles at his lower back and lock him in. “come inside. please.” you whisper all in one exhale, making his glossy eyes flicker up to you. he huffs through already parted lips, gaze intense.
“huh?”
his pace doesn’t slow, and you roll your hips from your position on your back, trying to squeeze it out of him, clenching hard. “please daddy, fuck it into me. wan’it all. wanna be a mommy.” you whine through shuddered breath and blobs of tears.
he licks his lips, freezing inside you once he was pressed in to the hilt. “you serious? huh? y’wanna get knocked up? right now? ‘cos — because once you say yes there’s no turning back from that, right?” he’s dead serious, honing in all his focus to sus you out.
you nod, hair rustling against the pillow and your arms reaching to his hips trying to get him to move again. maybe you wanted it for sure, maybe it was just horny talk, you didn’t know — and didn’t care, you just knew you needed it now before you could talk yourself out of it.
“please rafe, fill me up.”
you were shocked how little movement it took for him to bust inside you, hot spurts filling you until it leaked out your fluttering hole, no more room for it inside. you realise only then that rafe had thought of this before, because the second you were totally full he was pulling out and forcing your thighs up to your chest, damn near pushing your knees into your shoulders so your cunt faced the ceiling, not a drop of it escaping.
“s’gonna take, alright? i know it. gonna give you a fuckin’ baby.”
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long distance friendship — R.C.
they’re just friends chill down
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longdistance bestfriend! rafe x reader.
always on his phone for his girl
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god, it's brutal out here | r.c.
summary:
“And yet you’re still thinking of your ex,” Barry finished the sentence, rubbing his chin. “Why don’t you get back together with her?”
“She doesn’t want me.”
“God, fucking Country Club,” Barry snickered. “You’re fucking dense.”
OR; 5 times your friends share their unsolicited opinions about your and Rafe’s break up.
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
warnings: mention of c*caine
word count: 5,4k
author’s note: the long awaited sequel of so obsessed with your ex! this can be read as a standalone fic, but there are little easter eggs hidden all over, which will be more fun if you read the first part! it's a little bit longer than I had planned, but there was no way around it. I hope you enjoy it so so much!!!!
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I Wheezie
“Hey Wheeze.”
You had accepted the facetime without looking at your phone, keeping it rested on a shelf while you were halfway into your closet, trying to find a dress.
“Does Rafe have a new girlfriend??”
Pausing, you shut your eyes, letting out a silent exhale before you picked up the phone, giving Wheezie a wry smile through the camera.
“Nice to see you too.”
The girl only looked at you, unimpressed and her arms crossed. You sighed, running a hand through your hair, knowing you didn’t have a way out of this conversation. Grabbing your phone, you sat down on your bed.
“Yes, Rafe has a new girlfriend.”
“I knew it!” Wheezie shrieked, throwing her arms up, and you only shook your head in exasperation. The tendency for drama clearly was in the Cameron genes. Wheezie frowned, getting closer to your phone as she looked at you.
“Why am I more upset about this than you are?”
You bit back another sigh. “Because Rafe and I are broken up, Wheeze. He’s allowed to date other people, matter of fact, I’m really glad that he has moved on.”
“Bullshit!”
“Wheezie!”
Wheezie rolled her eyes, but she sat back down, crossing her arms over her chest again. “I don’t like her.”
“You don’t even know her,” you sighed, rubbing your temple, feeling a migraine coming on.
“This is crazy!” Wheezie exclaimed. “You and Rafe never should’ve broken up in the first place! Rafe is probably only dating her to make you jealous so you’ll take him back.”
You couldn’t help but snort at that, Wheezie clearly watched way too many rom-coms. She frowned at you.
“Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny, this is, like, super un-funny.”
“Because, Wheeze,” you started, plucking a feather out of your pillow. “This isn’t some 90’s rom-com where I see Rafe with Rebecca and suddenly a sad song is playing. This is real life. We are broken up.”
“I still don’t understand why.”
“Remember when we used to fight all the time? And I was just always sad?”
Wheezie was quiet, her lips still pursed. “Yeah. But that doesn’t mean anything. Couples fight all the time, doesn’t mean you just have to break up.”
“Yes, couples fight all the time and they don’t have to break up, but it was the right decision for me and Rafe,” you said, your tone final. Wheezie looked at you, her frown slowly smoothing down.
“If you say so,” she muttered, not quite convinced. She stared down at her chipped finger nails, before she looked up again. “Can we still talk?”
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Of course we can still talk, why wouldn’t we?”
“I don’t know… I mean, you’re gonna find a new boyfriend and maybe he has a younger sister as well and then I’ll just be your ex’s younger sister.”
“Wheeze,” you said, fondly, knowing where she was coming from. You had been in her life for most of her teenage years, it must be weird not having you around anymore. “We’ll still talk, no matter if I get a new boyfriend or not, even if he has a cool younger sister, or even three.”
Wheezie smiled, rolling her eyes at you. “You’re so dumb.”
“Yet you still want me around,” you teased. “How about you, Sar and I go get some ice cream and then to the movies this weekend?”
“Sounds good,” Wheezie replied with a big smile. She paused when someone called her name from somewhere in the house, before she turned back to her phone. “I gotta go, Rose needs me. I’ll text you later.”
“Alright, Wheeze. Talk to you later, be good.”
Wheezie waved into the camera, before the facetime ended. Your smile dropped and you tossed your phone on your bed with a sigh, letting yourself fall back on your bed. Even six months after the break up it was still hard to talk about Rafe, and now that he had a new girlfriend, you thought it’d be easier to get over him, but all it did was hurt more. It didn’t help that Rafe was still texting you every now and then. Nothing scandalous, just small texts, but you never replied. You both agreed on no contact after the break up, because you thought it’d give you a better opportunity to heal. You should’ve known he’d break it. Picking up your phone, you unlocked it, swiping to your messages.
Rafe [11/30/23: 1:43 am]: couldn’t sleep. remember when we took out the boat at two am bc we both drank a red bull at ten?
Rafe [11/30/23: 11:22 am]: sorry, i was drinking. didn’t mean to text you. hope you’re doing good
Rafe [12/25/23: 2:44 pm]: merry christmas. it’s weird without you.
Rafe [01/01/24: 01:02 am]: happy new year’s.
**Rafe [01/05/23: 9:56 pm]: **are you really not gonna text me back?
Rafe [01/27/24: 3:07 am]: i miss you
Rafe [02/12/24: 12:05 pm]: saw you at the party last night. you looked so fucking pretty. took everything in me not to talk to you.
Rafe [03/01/24: 7:12 pm]: idk if you care or not, but i still wanted to let you know. i’m seeing someone
You never replied to any of the texts, knowing it was for the better. You could block him, but you never brought it over your heart to do so, telling yourself you wanted him to reach you in case of emergency, but deep down, you didn’t want to block him.
Just incase.
II Barry
“Want some C?” Barry asked as greeting, presenting Rafe a small baggie with white powder in it as soon as he walked onto the lot.
“Nah,” Rafe declined, already feeling jittery enough without it, “Won’t say no to a beer though.”
Barry let out a grunt, tossing the baggie on the table, disappearing inside the trailer. Rafe took a seat in one of the chairs, running his hand over his buzzed head, bouncing his leg nervously. He had needed to get out of the house for a while. Ever since Rebecca pulled the picture out of the drawer, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Again.
Which is fucked up, really. He thought he got over you, he didn’t want to be the guy who thought about his ex while having a whole ass girlfriend. The door to the trailer opened with a slam, Barry exiting with two beer cans, handing Rafe one of them. The can was ice cold in his hands, and the cold liquid helped with his racing heart. He let out a sigh, rubbing a thumb over his eye brow. Rafe took another gulp of the beer, almost drinking the entire can in one go, while Barry watched him, assessing.
“You good?”
Rafe nodded, setting the can on the table.
“Yeah, jus’ stressed.”
“Work, or…?”
Barry trailed off without finishing his sentence and Rafe didn’t answer, wiping a finger over his jaw, which was clenched to the max.
Barry eyed him skeptically, leaning back in his chair. “How’s Mrs. Country Club?”
Rafe let out a loud sigh, tipping his head back, like he always did when he was annoyed with Barry.
“Barry, I don’t know if all the drugs you’re taking are starting to get to your memory, but we broke up.”
“Don’t be fucking rude,” he said, kicking Rafe’s chair. Not hard enough for it to tip over, but hard enough for Rafe to grip onto the arm rests, glaring at his friend. “How’d you know I wasn’t talking ‘bout your new girl?”
“Because you always call her Becky,” Rafe pointed out, giving him a look.
Barry shrugged, taking a sip from his beer. “You still know who ‘m talking about, so what’s the problem?”
“Problem is, it’s disrespectful. You know that’s not her name.”
“You’re still hung up on your ex while dating Becky, so who’s really disrespecting her?”
Rafe’s head shot up and the glare he sent Barry was deadly.
“Fuck this shit, and fuck you,” he snapped, pushing himself up from the chair, but Barry grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
“Boy, sit down.”
Rafe scowled at him, before sitting back down, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child. He did not come all the way out to the cut to get called out like this.
“If you came here to be coddled, you went to the wrong person.”
“I don’t need to be coddled,” Rafe muttered with an eyeroll. “Just wanted to let off some steam.”
“So?” Barry snorted, waving his hands around. “Steam away.”
Rafe scoffed, scooting down in his chair, shaking his head. “Do you think I want to think of her? I fucking hate feeling like this. Bex is nice, and she’s hot. And yet-”
“And yet you’re still thinking of your ex,” Barry finished the sentence, rubbing his chin. “Why don’t you get back together with her?”
“She doesn’t want me.”
“God, fucking Country Club,” Barry snickered. “You’re fucking dense.”
“Nah, you don’t fucking get it, “ Rafe sneered, leaning his head in his hands. And he didn’t, not really. Which really wasn’t his fault. Rafe just didn’t want to talk about the break up with his friends. Physically couldn’t. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t told anyone why you broke up. Just made it feel all to real, he guessed.
“Nah, you’re right, I don’t,” Barry said, shaking his head. “All I know is, one day you’re all fucking sunshine and the next you’re more emo than that Friday girl.”
“What?” Rafe asked, lifting his head to stare at Barry in confusion.
Barry waved him off. “You know, that freaky girl from Netflix with the black lipstick.”
“Do you mean Wednesday?”
“Yeah, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, all the same to me,” Barry huffed. “Point is, life’s too fucking short to do things that don’t make you happy.”
“Bex makes me happy.”
Barry gave him a long, hard look, squinting his eyes at him. “Yeah, right. Whatever makes you sleep at night.”
Rafe stared back at him before shaking his head, finishing the last of his beer before crushing the empty can in his hand, declining to answer, because he knew he couldn’t convince Barry.
He wasn’t even convinced himself.
III Topper
top [05/03/24: 4:06 pm]: gonna be at alex’s later tonight with rafe and rebecca just fyi if you wanted to come
mrs. rafe [05/03/24: 4:57 pm]: k, thanks for letting me know
—— NEW MESSAGE ——
top [05/04/24: 1:37 am]: can you pick me up?
It was Saturday night, a little past your bedtime for a night in. You were getting ready for bed, exiting the bathroom when your phone buzzed in your hand. Lifting it, you read the new text, not quite believing he’d make you do this. What the fuck was he thinking asking you to pick him up? Shaking your head in disbelief, you typed out an answer.
mrs. rafe [05/04/24: 1:41 am]: topper no
Before you could put the phone away, your phone already buzzed with an answer, and you nearly didn’t want to read whatever lame ass excuse he came up with, your hand stilling when your eyes flit over his text.
top [05/04/24: 1:41 am]: please, i don’t want to get a ride with rafe and rebecca
top [05/04/24: 1:41 am]: she asked me so many questions about you and i can’t be around rafe rn or i’ll tell him
mrs. rafe [05/04/24: 1:45 am]: … fine
mrs. rafe [05/04/24: 1:47 am]: you’re so annoying
Cursing Topper and yourself for not going to bed sooner, you put on a sweatshirt and grabbed your keys and purse, typing out another text before you headed out of the house, getting into your car.
mrs. rafe [05/04/24: 1:49 am]: be there in ten
top [05/04/24: 1:50 am]: omg i owe you <3
Barely ten minutes later, you pulled up in front of Alex’ house, looking out for Topper, before you spotted him underneath a tree. You rolled to a stop next to him, giving him the most unimpressed look.
“You’re a lifesaver,” Topper groaned, getting into the car, shutting the door behind him.
You rolled your eyes, pulling off the curb without another word, driving towards Topper’s house.
“I’m really sorry for asking you to come get me, but Rafe was looking for me and I had too much to drink already to lie in his face,” Topper said, leaning his back against the headrest, shutting his eyes.
You desperately wanted to know what Rebecca had asked but you didn’t want to come off as the nosy ex, even if this was Topper. So as nonchalantly as you could, you asked: “What did you talk about?”
“Jesus,” Topper said, running a hand through his hair. “She asked me how you guys broke up and wanted details, too. Was super insistent, I was kinda scared actually.”
Okay, so just normal sussing out the ex, you could deal with that.
“What did you say?”
“That it was a mutual break up and I didn’t know why you broke up, just that you suddenly disappeared from each other’s lives.”
You sighed. That was the vaguest answer you’d ever heard.
“Why didn’t you just tell her why we broke up?”
Topper glanced at you, his brows knitted together.
“How can I tell her something I don’t know?”
“What?”
You slammed on the breaks, nearly sending Topper flying through the windshield because the idiot hadn’t buckled up, while you stared at him.
“What do you mean you don’t know why we broke up?”
“I don’t!” Topper exclaimed. “Rafe refuses to talk about it and you never told me either.”
“Because I assumed Rafe has told you! It’s been like six months!”
Blinking at Topper, it took you a few seconds to process, jumping when someone honked their horn at you, when you remembered you had stopped in the middle of the street.
“Shit,” you muttered, shifting gears to keep on driving, eyes flitting to Topper repeatedly.
“So…” he started. “Why did you guys break up?”
You gripped the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles turned white, letting out a deep breath. When you had left to come pick Topper up, you hadn’t expected having to tell him why you and his best friend had broken up.
“I was getting so worried about him. He was so stressed about the company every day, took home so much work and Ward was breathing down his neck to keep the numbers up. I told him that I thought he should take a step back, maybe take a break or something, tried to convince him of going on a trip or something, but the more I said, the more he seemed to be pushing himself into work. It got so bad that we were fighting basically every day, and it just wasn’t working anymore. It felt like we were going in circles.”
You cleared your throat when you felt yourself getting choked up, vision turning a little blurry from the tears in your eyes.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Topper exclaimed, patting himself down, looking for some tissues.
“Don’t worry about it,” you snorted, wiping your tears away with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. You were so wrapped up in trying to retell the break up, you hadn’t even noticed that you already reached Topper’s house. “I shouldn’t even still be getting so worked up over this after all this time,” you sniffed, turning your car off.
Topper looked at you, with that typical look on his face and you rolled your eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that. I can’t believe Rafe hasn’t told you.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? I think he might be in denial about it.”
You scoffed at him, shaking your head. Why was everyone so hung up over your break up?
“It’s been six months.”
Topper didn’t reply, his hand on the car door and you expected him to bid you good bye, but that was too easy.
“… Do you think you guys will get back together?”
“He has a girlfriend, Top.”
“Still. I don’t think that Rafe and Rebecca are gonna last very long.” Topper looked at you, pressing his lips together, before shaking his head. “Sorry. Thanks for coming and for getting me home. Text me if you need anything, okay?”
You nodded, giving him a small wave, and waited until he got out of the car, shutting the door behind him, before you turned your car on, pulling off.
“What the fuck,” you muttered to yourself, wiping the rest of the tears off as you drove home.
IV Kelce
“Kelce!”
Kelce looked up from the pool table, a smile growing on his face when he saw Rafe come down the basement, his friend wrapping an arm around him for a brief hug.
“Happy birthday, man,” Rafe said, handing Kelce a bottle of the expensive whiskey he always drank when he was at Rafe’s but too stingy to buy it for himself.
“Ah shit, you didn’t have to,” Kelce uttered, though his eyes were sparkling as he looked at the bottle in his hands. He handed the pool stick to one of the guys next to him, leading Rafe to the bar. He grabbed two glasses from the shelves, pouring Rafe and himself a good amount, offering one of the glasses to him.
“Cheers to you.”
The two clinked their glasses, before sipping on the whiskey. Kelce really enjoyed it, too, with the way he closed his eyes, and Rafe only snorted in his glass. Kelce peaked his eye open, shoving his friend fondly with a grin.
“Rebecca here?”
“Yeah, upstairs.”
Kelce hummed in thoughts, nodding absentmindedly. He stared into his glass, swishing the amber liquid around before he spoke up again.
“You know she’s here, too, right?”
Rafe tensed, knowing exactly that Kelce was talking about you, but he had expected it. Firstly, because you and Kelce had always been friends, and secondly because he had heard Sarah making plans with you to go together. Didn’t mean this felt any less of a punch to the gut. He really hoped he wouldn’t run into you, because he wasn’t quite sure what he’d do; all he knew was, that Bex wasn’t gonna like it. Rafe cleared his throat, forcing himself to sound nonchalant.
“I figured, yeah.”
“That okay?” Kelce asked, and Rafe was starting to get annoyed, rolling his eyes. Why was Kelce questioning him about you on his damn birthday? He tried to dampen his anger though, not wanting to ruin the night.
“Yes. It’s your birthday, man.”
As soon as those words left his mouth, Rafe knew he did a shit job of hiding his emotions, and Kelce eyed him suspiciously.
“I don’t get you guys,” he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You got a new girl, but you still haven’t gotten over your ex, clearly, but every time I mention her, you act like it’s the worst thing in the world, but neither of you have said a bad word about the other.
Rafe scoffed, though his heart started to race at the thought of you talking about him. He wondered what you had said, if you cared enough to ask about him, or if you had long moved on.
“Are you ever gonna tell me why you guys broke up?”
“Maybe next time.”
Kelce gave him a wry smile, knowing this was Rafe avoiding the topic again. He lifted his head when more people starting coming down the basement, curling his hand around Rafe’s shoulder to give him a squeeze.
“I really hope you figure it out bro, because this right now is not it.”
He then excused himself to welcome the new arrivals and Rafe gripped his glass, before downing it in one go.
“Alright, who wants to get destroyed in a round of pool?” he asked, clapping his hands together as he approached the pool table. Anything to stop himself from going upstairs to look for you.
V Sarah
“Oh my god, I thought you were gonna keep talking to her forever!”
You gave Sarah a look. She hadn’t even waited a minute after you left Rebecca on the couch before she started talking about her.
“I don’t have a problem with her.”
Sarah groaned, linking her arm with yours as to not lose you in the crowd that has formed in Kelce’s house. You were glancing around, hyper aware that you could run into Rafe any second, but you didn’t want Sarah to notice.
“I don’t understand how you can be so chill. Did you not see the picture she had in her purse?”
You sighed, brushing your hair back over your shoulder. Was this ever going to stop? “Sar, please.”
“Hello?? That was super freaky.”
“Maybe she was just cleaning up and wanted to throw it in the trash and forgot it in her purse.”
Sarah laughed dryly, shaking her head. “Bullshit! Admit that you find it weird.”
“Okay, maybe it is a little weird,” you admitted. “But don’t you do things that are a little weird sometimes? Maybe she’s just a little insecure. Which I wouldn’t blame her for, you’re so mean. Shouldn’t you try and be her friend or something?”
“Why? She’s not gonna be around much longer anyways, and I already have a friend.”
You rolled your eyes, fishing your keys out of your purse to unlock your car. Again with the sentiment that Rafe and Rebecca weren’t gonna last much longer. You decided against deeming that statement with an answer and got into your car, with Sarah getting into the passenger seat.
“Do you want to grab some burgers?” She asked, buckling up, like you hadn’t just told you that your ex and his new girlfriend weren’t gonna last.
You gave her a look as you tossed your purse to the back.
“What do you mean do I want to grab burgers? I thought you wanted to leave because you’re meeting John B early in the morning.”
Sarah blinked at you, before she reached out to give you a shove on the forehead. “I was lying so we could get away, stupid.”
“Oh my god,” you groaned, starting your car as Sarah protested.
“What? I was getting weirded out by you being all besties with Rafe’s new girlfriend. I don’t even understand how you can be so nice to her knowing she’s all up on your man.”
“Pray tell, who’s my man again?”
“Don’t even,” Sarah huffed. “You guys dated forever, I know you still love each other. And let me tell you one thing,” she said, raising her eyebrows at you. “If you got a new boyfriend? Rafe would not be this nice to him like you were to Rebecca.” With that, Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, settling back against her seat.
You only sighed, starting your car in silence.
“Do you want to get burgers now or not?” you asked, extending a peace offer while looking over at Sarah. She glowered at you, before nodding with an eyeroll.
“Yes.”
BONUS + I Rafe
“I did, at the party last night… She said she’s happy that you have me, that she was worried about how you work too much.”
Rafe pushed the pasta on his plate around with his fork, too engrossed in his thoughts to even think about eating. He didn’t even notice how Dennis had stopped talking. Rafe looked up from his plate, only to see Dennis look at him intently, an amused grin on his face.
“Sorry, were you saying something?”
“I was saying a lot, but you seemed like you were on a completely different planet,” Dennis noted, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Rafe winced, putting his fork down.
“Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.”
“I can tell,” Dennis mused. “Trouble in paradise?”
“Something like that.”
Rafe sighed, leaning back in his chair. Ever since you broke up, Rafe has been assuming that you didn’t care about him anymore, that you had long moved on from him and your relationship. He thought that you resented him, blamed him for the break up, which was honestly the main reason why he went back to the dating scene so quickly; to get over you. But hearing that you still cared about him? Enough to be nice to his new girlfriend and even ask about him? He wondered if there was still a chance for him and you to be together again.
If it weren’t for the fact that he already had a girlfriend.
“Can I give you some unsolicited advice, son?”
“Do I have a choice?” Rafe asked with a wry grin and Dennis only let out a belly laugh, shaking his head.
“Rafe, most relationships these days end because of your own ego, from both parties. No matter how big the fight or problem seems, will it really be that important in hindsight?” Dennis asked him. “How long have you an your girl been together? Almost 5 years, no?”
Rafe nodded, not daring to correct Dennis. He had never outright told him that you had broken up in the first place.
“See, that’s half a decade. I can assure you, in another half, you’re not even gonna remember this fight.”
Yeah, I don’t know about that, Rafe thought.
“Do you love her?”
Turning his ring on his finger, Rafe let out a soft exhale, before nodding. “Yeah, I do.”
“See. Problem solved.”
Rafe lifted his head to grin at Dennis.
“Thanks. Is it okay if we cut today short?”
“Sure,” Dennis said, waving Rafe off when he reached for his wallet. “Lunch is on me. Go get your girl.”
“I will,” Rafe promised, pushing his chair back to stand up. “I just gotta take care of something else first.”
BONUS + II You
You were staring at your phone, text thread with Rafe open. It was Saturday night; you and Sarah had went out to a small beach party. Sarah had gone to fill her drink back up and you had used that time of solace to overthink. About Rafe.
For the past few week, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. And you blamed your friends for it, really. First Wheezie, then Topper and then Sarah? Somehow all of them said that the break up was the worst idea, and even though you had always second guessed the choice to break up, this was the first time you actually actively regretted it.
The way Sarah seemed so sure that Rafe and Rebecca weren’t going to last long. Maybe you were wrong and they weren’t as happy as you thought. But then again, it wasn’t any of your business, was it? Who were you to put your nose into their relationship?
God, you shouldn’t be doing this.
“How long does Sarah need to fill her drink back up?” You muttered to yourself, finishing your vodka soda and burying the cup in the sand next to you, when you heard foot steps approaching.
“Finally! I was about to send a search group out for you!” you exclaimed, standing up and dusting the sand off your lap. “Seriously, how long does it take for-”
You froze when you turned around just to see Rafe standing in front of you, instead of Sarah. Swallowing thickly, you blinked at him, caught off guard.
“Rafe, hey,” you said, opting for casual. “Sorry. I thought you were Sarah.”
The corners of Rafe’s mouth twitched. “Yeah, I could tell.”
You looked at him, sighing a bit wistfully (mostly) internally, before you shifted on your feet nervously. “It was nice to see you,” you said, and it was true. “But um… I think I’ll go look for Sarah.” You gave him a small smile, before walking towards, and then past him.
“You’re still worried about me.”
You let out a startled laugh, pausing mid-step to turn back to him. “What?”
“You told Rebecca that you were glad that I had her and that you worried I work too much.”
“Of course I’m still worried about you,” you huffed, brushing your hair back. “You can’t be surprised about that.”
Rafe looked at you, and you could tell that this was news to him.
“Rafe.”
Rafe let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. “You didn’t reply to any of my texts. I thought you were mad at me or somethin’.”
“I didn’t reply to any of your texts because we said we’d do no contact for a while.
“Still,” Rafe muttered, kicking a rock. “I didn’t think it would be so easy for you-”
“And because you were happy with Rebecca, do you think it’s easy for me to see you with someone else?”
“I broke up with Rebecca last week.”
“What?!”
Mouth agape, you stared at him and Rafe only rubbed the back of his neck. “She… Wasn’t what I wanted.”
“Oh,” you only said, letting out a soft exhale. “I’m sorry about that.”
Rafe sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His gaze was trained on the floor for a bit, before he lifted his head to look at you.
“I want to try again… I want us to try again.”
“Rafe…”
You swallowed thickly, your eyes wide and you didn’t move as Rafe took a step towards you, reaching for your hand. Your fingers were cold in his but they quickly warmed to his touch, and the way he laced his fingers with yours, felt all to familiar.
“I love you. I never should have agreed to breaking up. It was arguably the second stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”
“And what’s the stupidest?” you asked, corners of your mouth lifting.
“Not listening to you when you were just trying to help,” he answered, looking down at you, so vulnerable like you hadn’t seen him in a long time. “I rearranged my schedule at the company so I could take on less work, take more time off and relax. Take the time to get us to where we were before it all went shitty.”
Your heart was in your throat as you listened to him talk, unsure what to say.
“Rafe, I don’t know… “
“Baby, please,” he begged, squeezing your hand. “Do you love me, still?”
You scoffed. “That’s not fair.”
“Why? Because you do?”
“Of course I still love you,” you mumbled, looking up at him through your lashes. “Do you know how hard it was for me to ignore your texts? To see you with another girl, so happy?”
Rafe shook his head, lifting his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. “I wasn’t. Not really.”
You let out another sigh, looking at the way your hands were intertwined, how your heart had stopped racing, before you nodded, looking up at him. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
A smile spread across Rafe’s face, so big it was so uncharacteristic for him.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
It was like that word switched a flip inside of him, as he grabbed you by your nape gently, to kiss you, slotting his lips against your, and as your lips touched, it felt like you were finally home again. You only pulled away to breathe, both of you staring at each other like you couldn’t quite realize this was happening.
Sarah [05/11/2024: 10:45 pm]: (sent to 4 contacts) [picture attached: blurry photograph of you and Rafe kissing at the beach]
Topper [05/11/2024: 10:46 pm]: thank god.
Kelce [05/11/2024: 10:51 pm]: FINALLY!
Wheezie [05/11/2024: 10:59 pm]: !!!!!!
Barry [05/11/2024: 11:02 pm]: read at 11:02 pm
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author's note: sooo.... what are we thinking?
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thank you to @erwinsvow and @carrerascameron for helping me find this gif <3! warnings : age gap but reader is of age, mention of period, rafe calls reader kid and sweet girl
trucker!rafe is not an affectionate man.
he stayed quiet while you talked his ear off. not making any effort to have an actual conversation or any affirmation that he’s listening while he drives. rafe doesn’t indulge in any of your flirtings, putting a firm wall between the two of you when you try getting a little too close for his liking (which is always).
what’s unbeknownst to you is rafe actually enjoys your company. in reality he just wants to listen to you when you ramble on and on, not wanting to interrupt your words. there wasn’t much for him to say anyways. you at least knew he tolerated you because the older man keeps you around and he doesn’t hesitate to protect you with just a subtle hand on the small of your back or scaring off any loser who tries to flirt with you.
rafe tries to not indulge in your amorous behavior. it’s hard however when you don’t stop. you just never give up on having him wrapped around your finger. the thing is in just a month, you already do. with age grew morals, rafe was no longer the young reckless boy he used to be who’d loved corrupting vulnerable girls like you. he’s grown now, he’s a man and you’re a girl who’s half his age. rafe feels like he’ll ruin you, he believes you have so much going on for you in the future. one that he has no place in. he’s just a grumpy old man with a blue collar job.
but he was so used to it just being him and the road, nothing else, that he didn’t realize how nice it was to have someone by his side while he drives all around the country dropping shit off. rafe can’t help but be slowly lured in by you. one time when you were napping in the truck while rafe continued on, he actually thought he might miss your company if you left.
rafe would never tell you that though.
although when he wakes up the next morning at the hotel (you both were staying at for the night so rafe could rest before getting back on the road) and he sees you curled up in a ball under the sheets. your pretty face scrunched in obvious discomfort, groaning in pain while clutching a hand over your aching stomach. he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his lap, doing whatever he can to soothe you. rafe keep you close to him, still clueless on what’s wrong but whatever it is, he’s gonna solve it.
“hey— hey. sh sh, it’s okay, kid.” the way he’s speaking to you is so firm yet incredibly gentle. it takes him awhile to realize that it’s your time of the month and shit he’s clueless. sure, he has sisters but he’s never had to take care of them. rafe hasn’t been around women in a long time, only having hookups here and there. all he knew what that you needed his comfort.
indeed you do because you latch onto his neck, needing the warmth from his body to ease your cramps. rafe gladly gives it to you. he keep a large hand over the back of your head, nuzzling your face into his bare shoulder, stroking your hair with the other resting on your rear to keep you on his lap. “i know i know, sweet girl. c’mon talk to me. you need anything?” rafe hates the fact that you’re not talking except for the small whines leaving your lips. he’s got no idea what to do.
“mm-mm.” you’re not even focused on the stabbing agony happening down there anymore because this is the first time rafe has shown you any affection. the feeling of being skin to skin against his warm built body making you melt. all your worries about rafe potentially abandoning you disappearing away in a snap. no plans to move or get up because one, you feel like you’ll die if you do and two, rafe.
“alright. you just let me know, okay? not gonna head out until you’re all good. i’ll stop by the store later to get something that’ll help, yeah?”
(extra: once you were back in the big ass truck, rafe came back out of the local shop with a whole bag of things. you definitely didn’t need half of them but oh well. when he settles back in the driver’s seat and you’re looking at him all lovey, he grumbles out a “don’t look at me all ogly eyed kid, keep your head straight. just helping out a girl in pain, nothin’ more.” HE LOVES UUUU)
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under the sun
thoughts of dry-riding rafe on his yacht on a hot summer day on my mind :/
18+ content mndi
the sun was beating down on your back, making you all hot and muggy and uncomfortable as you sat on your boyfriend, straddling his hips. the scent of husky cologne and suncream filled your nostrils, a direct result of your face being buried right in the crook of rafe's neck.
his hands lazily fiddled with the tie-straps of your bikini bottoms that sat high on either sides of your waist, grazing his fingers languidly over your spf-coated skin as you sluggishly moved against him.
you returned the gesture, your fingernails drawing shapes on his bare back, grinding down on his cock through his swimming trunks in the process. his focus right now is solely on you. on making you feel good. letting you take exactly what you need as you sit atop him, beneath the blazing sun.
"'ts it, princess...jus' take what you need, baby."
hushed moans left your lips at your boyfriend's words, continuing to relieve the clammy discomfort you've been feeling while sitting on the leather cushions of his yacht, pressed against his body.
in one of his hands, he held the string of your bikini bottoms, which was tied into a neat bow, between his thumb and index finger, before gently tugging on the stretchy fabric and letting one side of the garment come undone, fall loosely off your midsection.
you lifted your hips slightly off rafe's, letting one of your hands to snake from his back, down to your pussy, pushing the loose material of the swimsuit to the side. the new lack of coverage on your lower half allowed for much more friction as you settled back down on his lap.
rafe's hard cock bulged through his trunks as you moved back and forth against him, your face still concealed in his neck but now dipping down to pepper kisses along his collarbone. his shorts rubbed against your clit, the friction of the fabric mixed with the feeling of his dick thrusting up into you and brushing against your folds was enough to have you make a mess of his lap, covering it with your arousal in a matter of minutes.
"feels 's'good, rafe...'s'good, gonna cum." you babbled into his neck, continuing to squirm over him, keeping an unhurried pace.
"yeah, princess? gonna cum all over my trunks, huh? 'ts it, pretty girl...make a mess all over my lap, yeah?"
"mhm...gonna-hmm, fuck-"
your back arched at the way rafe's cock bucked up against you a certain way, sending a fluttering feeling straight to your core as you pushed your breasts firmly against his chest. his gaze flickered up from your pussy on his lap, to the full skin of your tits. the suncream you had applied earlier gave them a glowy shine, highlighting their plump, round shape and the way they swayed as you continuously shifted your body.
a low groan caught in his throat as he took in the sight of you grinding on his clothed dick, tits mashed against his toned chest, eyes low and hooded with fatigue from sitting in the sun for far too long. strands of his hair had fallen out from the cap he had on, falling casually over his forehead.
rafe spread his legs further apart, providing you with more access to his large cock and allowing you to sink further down onto it. taking full advantage of the new position, you quickened your pace ever so slightly, drawing out your long-awaited release.
"mmm, gonna cum, rafe," your voice so whiny and distressed and needy. a sound that rafe could listen to on repeat every second of every day.
"c'mon, baby, make a mess on me, pretty girl c'mon, that's it..."
"mmm oh f-ffuckkk-" your steady thrusts over his hips turned into shudders as you slowed to a stop, wrapping your arms tightly around your boyfriend's neck.
you lifted your head off his shoulder to finally meet his gaze, only to find him staring down at the mess you made all over his lap with his mouth slightly ajar. white, sticky liquid coated his swimming trunks, causing wet, sloppy sounds whenever either of you shifted
a soft hum left your lips and you moved your hands from rafe's neck to his chest, lightly tracing circles over his skin. finally, he lifted his to meet your eyes, a small smile playing on his lips, "did s'fucking good f'me, princess."
you returned the smile, pressing a quick peck to his lips before placing your head back on his shoulder and shutting your eyes. no longer caring about the sun beating down on your back.
okayyy, so this is my first time writing a blurb, still getting used to it tbh. I'm a person who naturally writes A LOT, lmao, so I still have to get used to wiring only like 200 words or so for blurbs.
very out of my comfort zone to say the least, but I love me a cute little blurb so I wanna start writing more of them. anywaysss hope you guys enjoy this one, please let me know if there's anything else you'd like to see from me, my messages are OPEN <333.
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Blurb where reader and Rafe are friends but they are secretly in love with each other and they go swimming in the lake during moonlight and they end up kissing
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content warning drug and alcohol use
You always knew that there was more to Rafe Cameron than people thought.
He had a reputation for being reckless and arrogant, but there was something about him that made you think he wasn’t as simple as the gossip made him out to be.
The summer after high school graduation was when he finally got up the courage to speak to you. He’d seen you around school and at parties. It was hard not to notice you.
He’d spent most of senior year wondering how the hell to talk to you. And the longer he delayed approaching you, the more he psyched himself out.
Finally, one night, Rafe saw you standing alone and looking bored at a house party. He chugged the rest of his beer, crossed the room, and jokingly asked if you knew that parties are supposed to be fun.
You spent the rest of the night talking, your conversation flowing so effortlessly that before you knew it, the sun was coming up. Rafe wanted to kiss you, but you left so quickly that he lost his chance.
The next time you saw each other at a party, you both got so high that you decided to run out to the beach and lie in the sand under the stars. All you did was talk - about how fast life was going by, about your plans for the future, about what life beyond the island you both grew up on could be like.
Eventually, the conversation trickled to insecurities. Why the hell you were so easy to talk to, Rafe didn’t know, but he opened up about what he hated about himself. You did the same. And neither of you agreed with the negative things you had to say about yourselves.
He wanted to kiss you, but again, he couldn’t find the right opportunity. Later on, he even resorted to bringing up other girls to you just to see if you’d be jealous. You didn’t seem fazed at all.
He was obviously just a friend to you. The tightness in his chest once he realized this was more painful than he was prepared for.
Once Rafe started asking you for dating advice, it was clear he didn’t return your feelings. You pretended to be okay with it until you eventually were.
You dealt with it because your assumption was right; he wasn’t what everyone said he was. He had a depth to him that he hid behind layers of phony self-importance. If what you had with him was purely platonic, you’d take it.
In August, one of your mutual friends planned a getaway at their family’s lakehouse over one of the last weekends of the summer.
The finality of the season ending, the knowledge that everyone will soon be going their separate ways, is an unwelcome presence wedging its way into the humid air.
You’re sitting around the bonfire with everyone on Saturday night, wood crackling and crickets chirping over overlapping conversations.
After months of friendship, Rafe thought it’d get easier to accept your lack of feelings for him. But as he watches the flames cast shadows on your pretty face, he realizes he’d rather take the hit of your rejection than the agony of never knowing if you feel something, too.
Once your friends start to retire to their rooms, Rafe waits for an opportunity to get you alone. You’re at the bottom of the stone steps leading back up to the house when his warm hand cups yours.
“Let’s swim,” he says into the warm night air.
“Are you serious?” you laugh, looking up at the moon, a crescent in the black sky.
“Don’t tell me you forgot how to have fun again,” Rafe jeers, referencing the first thing he ever said to you.
“Rude,” you say, nudging his shoulder. “I know how to have fun.”
“Then come on.” He tilts his head towards the large lake behind him.
“God,” you sigh with a roll of your eyes. But you step past him, walking towards the water, glancing back at him. “What, were you bluffing or are we actually doing this, Cameron?”
Rafe smirks to himself and follows you.
You strip down to your bra and underwear and plunge into the cold water, swimming up to the surface and shuddering from the cold.
He’s standing on the dock, boxers only, hands on his hips as he looks down at you. It gives you a moment to take in his broad frame and taut muscles in the moonlight. Being friends with him is especially hard in these moments.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” he teases, dimples deep in his cheeks.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you mutter, treading water. Rafe laughs and ruffles his hair. “Wuss.”
He is a wuss, but not for the reason you think. He’s been nothing but cowardly, keeping how he feels from you for so long.
Rafe dives into the frigid water. It’s a shock to his system as he bobs up beside you, his body breaking out in goosebumps.
“Fuck,” he shudders.
“It’s painful, right?” you say, matching his laughs. “What a stupid idea.”
Rafe gazes at you, eyes dropping to your bright smile.
He’s quiet for so long that you worry you hurt his feelings. You remember him telling you that he’s insecure about his intelligence. Your heart twists with pain.
“I’m messing with you,” you say. “Sorry. It wasn’t stupid. You’re not stupid.”
This - the opinion you have of him, the way you emphasize that a joke is just a joke after he gets quiet like this - is what made Rafe fall for you. Shit. This isn’t just a crush. He’s falling for you.
“Something’s off,” you say.
“Huh?” His heart is hammering.
“You haven’t insulted me back,” you reply. “You feeling okay?”
You put a hand on Rafe’s forehead, pretending to take his temperature, and the feeling makes his stomach flip. You retreat and break contact.
“What?” you laugh after he doesn’t respond. You gaze at the water droplets scattered over his handsome face as you rock together in the cold water.
“Remember when we got shit-faced on the beach?” he asks.
You think back how loudly the waves crashed on the shore that night as you lay in the sand with Rafe, gazing at his profile while you talked about anything and everything. It was your second time hanging out. And it was unforgettable.
“Yeah,” you say.
“I don’t…” Rafe looks to the side, eyeing the cabins on the far edge of the lake, yellow lights peeking through rectangular windows. “I don’t talk with anybody like that.”
Your throat suddenly goes dry. Rafe is not one to get touchy-feely. It must be the nostalgia of the summer ending that’s making him so sentimental.
“Me, neither,” you respond honestly.
“Be honest with me,” Rafe says. The sound of water ebbing as you float together hums beneath you.
“I always am.”
“Was there…” He breathes out a nervous chuckle. “Did you ever think we’d be more than friends?”
“What?” you say, unsure you heard him right.
Rafe gazes at you through heavy-lidded eyes. The shock in your tone sends a pang of disappointment through his body.
He realizes if he continues to wait for the right time to kiss you, it’ll never come. He can’t keep waiting.
Your heart thrums as he drifts closer to you, eyes darting to your mouth. He cups your cheek and you’re in disbelief that this is happening.
“I said,” he murmurs quietly, “did you think we’d be more than friends?”
“No,” you respond. He stills. “I mean - I hoped. But I didn’t think that you…”
“You hoped?” he says. The sanguinity in his deep voice is soft, but it’s there. You know it’s there.
You nod, your eyes locked on his.
“Say it,” he tells you.
“I hoped we’d be more,” you admit. “But you were…”
“What was I?” he asks, shifting closer, his nose nudging against yours. You realize your breaths are shallow.
“You were asking me about other girls, Rafe.” His lips are inches away from yours, the anticipation twisting inside of you.
He hates himself for playing games. He lost a whole summer with you because he was too gutless to risk rejection. And he refuses to waste any more time.
Rafe’s warm lips press against yours. His touch is so much gentler than you expected. But this is what Rafe does. He surprises you, again and again.
You part your lips, deepening the kiss, head numb from the sensation he’s giving you. You’ve imagined this, daydreamed about it. But you never thought it’d be a reality.
Every time you looked at him from across the room or laughed with him or shared innocent touches, he was longing for you, too. It makes your head spin.
When you pull apart, you stare with anticipative expressions, as if you’re expecting the other to say this was a mistake.
But neither of you do. You smile and he smiles back, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone.
“You were the girl I wanted,” he rasps.
“Were?” you say, unable to ignore the opportunity to mess with him.
Rafe huffs a laugh, his tongue jutting under his cheek.
“Are,” he corrects himself.
You take the initiative to kiss him this time and his heart buzzes. His friendship with you was a collection of hopeful maybes, but now he’s certain. He’s sure you feel the same way. And he’s not wasting another minute hiding his feelings for you.
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would rafe ever let reader wear his rings? idk that’s just so hot and i feel like rafe would be the type 😭
godd pussy started doing jumping jacks!! your brain>>
curled up next to rafe, still sweaty and sticky all over but not even close to tired, you trace patterns on his skin with your fingers. it's quiet in tannyhill except for the two of you breathing.
you thought rafe must be deep in thought the way he's gone so quiet, but when you look up from your position to see what he's doing or if, unsurprisingly, he's fallen asleep, you catch him staring right at you.
flustered, face warm, you press back against his chest, blinking fast. your fingers continue their path, now on his forearm, drawing little hearts and hoping he doesn't realize. you go further, all the way to his hand, and though you've been in this position a million times, do this or something similar almost every night, it feels different for some reason.
you run your fingers down the back of his land, looping around his fingers. they catch around his rings, and you move your own hand away when rafe stops you, grabbing your hand and keeping it in place.
"sorry," you let out quietly, wondering if he decided he didn't like the feeling. though you're still held in place against his body, you don't need to see him in order to know he's staring down at you, the way he always does, with the look that makes your heart thud so fast you can hear it in your ears.
"stop apologizin'," he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. he keeps your hand next to his, and you can't help yourself, pressing your palm flat against his.
"your hands are big," you comment, liking the way the two of you are touching everywhere right now—legs entangled and palms together. he doesn't say anything, doesn't have to. rafe moves your hand, holding it next to his, using his other to slip his rings off.
without any words at all, he slips one of them, his golden signet, onto your ring finger. helplessly big, it falls down to the knuckle. if you move an inch, it would fall off. the other ring falls onto your index finger. you extend your hand, admiring how they look on you.
"too big, rafe," you say it with a laugh, not able to hold it back any longer.
"shit. lemme see." rafe takes your hand, holding it a little out and then closer. "jus' a little bit. looks good on you though."
"all your stuff looks good on me," you breathe out, suddenly feeling like there's no air left in your lungs. rafe just slipped his own ring onto your ring finger, your left ring finger. words and thoughts leave you, focused on nothing but rafe.
"that's right. don't worry, kid, i'll get you one that fits soon enough."
your heart beats even faster, realizing what he means. you smile up at him.
"i don't want a new one. i just want yours."
the next morning, there's a pretty chain and his golden ring waiting for you on the nightstand. both of you know that once you put it on, it's never coming off.
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was watching drew’s old short films and came across this 😩
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