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illicit affair [rc]
I pairing: (non canon) rafe cameron x female reader
I précis: keep your friends close and your enemies in your bed.
I content/warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol/being drunk, enemies to lovers/enemies with benefits, reader and rafe hate each other but are in the same friend group, allusions to sex, some angst, fluff
I word count: 8,422
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You breathe, stumbling over your words as Rafe’s lips move up your neck.
“You say that every time baby.” He murmurs, his words vibrating on your neck. “But you know we’re not doing anything wrong.”
His lips catch on your jaw, lingering and leaving soft bites. His actions elicit a content sigh from your lips.
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heyyy guys 🙈 i literally have not been active in 9 months but i wanna write something sooo bad so
REQUESTS ARE SOO OPEN!
i have a lot of obx requests in my inbox already but i’m not rlly in my obx era anymore so i apologize sincerely lolll
here’s a list of fandoms i write for:
- tvd
- gilmore girls
- teen wolf
- suits
- anything marvel
- gossip girl
- greys anatomy
- stranger things
- obx (maybe i’ll get inspired again)
- 911 (does anyone even watch this show LMAO)
+ probably more that i can’t think of!!
here’s my obx masterlist so u can see some of my works 🙈
#marvel#greys anatomy imagines#rafe cameron#obx#jj maybank#outer banks fluff#writers#fanfiction#the vampire diaries#tvd imagines#damon salvatore#mark sloan#gilmore girls imagines#911#eddie diaz#stranger things#billy hargrove#derek shepherd#drew starkey x you#bucky barnes#captain america#rafe cameron imagines#rafe cameron fanfiction#outer banks imagines#stiles stilinski#reader insert#reading#taylor swift#taylor swift lyric fics#suits tv
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initial - rafe cameron
not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me
summary: blurb inspired by the song call it what you want by taylor swift. requested by @rafeslovergirl
word count: 0.7k
warnings: none
“My baby’s fit like a daydream..” you sing not-so-quietly to yourself as you move around the kitchen, grabbing ingredients for yours and Rafes breakfast.
Rafes eyes stay glued on you as you sing and subtly dance around the kitchen. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him that you’ve been singing the same song for nearly an hour, but he's far too infatuated by you to ever consider asking you to stop.
He gets up from his stool by the island swiftly, moving around the table to stand behind you. Wrapping his arms around you loosely, he presses a kiss to your neck, just above the fabric of his t-shirt you were wearing. You lean back into him with a giggle, continuing to hum the same tune as you crack an egg over the skillet.
"What's that song you've been singing all day?" Rafe finally gives in and asks you, mumbling the question into your skin.
You smile a little, tilting your head up to look at him. "Call it what you want by Taylor Swift, it's been stuck in my head for days. Are you asking because you like it?" you ask with a smirk, fully knowing Rafe's music taste is definitely not Taylor Swift.
Rafe gives you a look, "not particularly. I was just wondering what song I've been listening to you sing all morning," he said with a small smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.
You smile into the kiss, only breaking free when the eggs start to make a sizzling sound. "You should listen to the song though, it's really good," you add in a somewhat joking tone, as you move the eggs onto two plates.
Rafe simply hums in response. He tightens his arms around you for a moment before stepping back and moving to one of the cabinets to grab some salt and pepper, helping you with breakfast.
As you eat together at the kitchen table and make plans for the day, Rafe makes a mental note to listen to ‘call it what you want’, later.
—
The next day, you're tangled together with Rafe in his bed watching TV- well, kind of watching TV.
“I have something to give you,” Rafe mumbles against your lips, pressing one last lazy kiss to your face before pulling himself off the bed.
You groan a little at the sudden loss of contact, leaning back against your pillow with a sigh. “What’s the occasion?” you ask, curiosity evident in your voice.
"No occasion," he says, smiling a little to himself as he pulls a small velvet box out of a bag in the corner of his room.
You sit up against the headboard, legs crossed and anxiously awaiting this mystery gift. You watch him intently as he smiles widely until he reaches the bed, sitting down so his body is facing toward you. He holds out the box for you to take, an excited glimmer in his eyes.
You examine the black velvet box for a second, the Cartier label not going unnoticed by you. “This is so expensive, Rafe. Did I forget an anniversary or something?” you ask with a slight laugh, grabbing your phone to check the date.
Rafe smiles and shakes his head, grabbing the phone from you. “No, no anniversary. Just wanted to do something nice for my girl. Open it,” he pleads impatiently, placing the box in your hands.
“Okay, okay,” you say with a chuckle, undoing the ribbon around the box. When you open the lid, your eyes immediately shoot up to meet Rafes. “You didn’t…”
“Do you like it?” he asks softly, wide smile playing on his lips as he sees the answer in your expression.
You nod intently, too distracted by the shiny gold to form any words. You pull the necklace out of the box, holding it up in the light. You trace your thumb over the gold ‘R’ hanging on the chain with a beaming smile.
Gaze moving back to his face, your suspicion is confirmed. He listened to the song.
“Because you own me?” you ask with a knowing smile.
He grins and shakes his head, “nope, because I really know you.”
taglist(lmk if u want added!) @rafes-bae @willowpains @housekeeperjjswife @addisbooks @sofiatheseconf @rafecameronsofine @rosie-anne
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June fic recs <3
These are some fics I've enjoyed reading this month! You can find more fics I've loved under the tag "edith's fic recs! 🪄"
DREW STARKEY
kinda famous by @runningfrom2am
amicable by @starkeystar
mastermind by @mrsstarkey1
all the girls you loved before by @maybankslover
red carpet preparations by @dlwritings
new addition by @totalswag
RAFE CAMERON
butterflies (series) by @surftrips
I think I found the love of my life by @maybankslover
I haven't read many fics as of now, but these are some I read and absolutely loved!! Support all these lovely authors and don't forget to like and/or reblog their content if you enjoy it :) <3
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BESTIE DID IT AGAIN!!! go read rn.
it’s nice to have a friend
a/n : it’s finally here! perfect pick part 2!!! sososososo sorry for the wait. irl stuff got in the way of me working on this. again. severely unedited. sorry 🫣
notes : fic can be read as a one shot or connected to perfect pick 2. part 3 tbd. this one is full of rafe fluff!
summary : maybe rafe was a little bit more than just ur best friends brother.
part one | series masterlist | masterlist
there was a period of time between your tenth birthday and your eleventh where you and rafe were actually friends. real friends. almost comparable to the way you and sarah were.
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for some reason sleep feels impossible tonight. even though sarah’s deep into her oblivion. even though her ceiling is darkened and even though the room is quiet save for the gentle ticking of the alarm clock on her nightstand.
you decide to blame it on thirst, pulling yourself out of your sleeping bag and carefully slipinhg out her bedroom while walking on the tips of your toes.
you’re familar with the layout of tannyhill. It’s practically been your second home ever since you were born. you’ve had hundreds of sleepovers with sarah and spent many holidays with the cameron’s; your families were just so close.
you make your way towards their kitchen and startle a little when you realize someone else is there,too. you still suck at reading manual clocks but you guess that it’s sometime after midnight.
“ah!” you yelp and the person turns around while agressivly shushing you.
“why are you screaming?” rafe whisper yells as he sets a pint of ice cream onto the island.
“you scared me.” you respond with a much quieter tone, looking down at your feet and avoiding eye contact.
you hear a snicker come from him, “are you wearing unicorn pajamas? aren’t you ten?”
you wrap your arms over your chest, insecurely covering up the horn of the large creature printed into your nightgown.
“isn’t it too late at night to be eating ice cream?” yoy quip back.
rafe gestures to the clock on the wall beside him. “isn’t it past your bedtime?”
“isn’t it past yours?”
you can faintly tell that he rolls his eyes at that, and he brings a spoonful of ice cream up to his lips.
“what flavor it that?” you question, approaching his spot behind the island.
his voice is muffled due to the ice scream still melting in his mouth, “didn’t you say it’s too late to be eating ice cream right now?”
“i’m just asking what flavor, rafe.”
he’s quiet for a moment before responding with a sigh. “chocolate.”
he tells you because he knows it’s your favorite. you’re a chocolate girl through and through- it was the flavor of your birthday cake at your party a couple of weeks ago, as it had been for all your previous birthdays before.
your eyes light up and his chest swells in a weird way he puts off as a delayed brain freeze. “can i have a bite?”
to your surprise he says yes, pulling out a spoon from the drawer besides him and handing it to you. he holds the pint close to you so you can take a scoop, and just when the metal of the utensil touches the cold desert he raises the container up so you can’t reach it.
he’s only a year older than you, but even the slight difference makes him a whole lot taller than you. you hop and chase him all around the kitchen in attempt to retrieve the ice cream and it makes you so angry that he’s having fun in your suffering; almost as much as it makes you feel like you’re gonna melt because he’s having fun. with you.
you let out a huff and stop your chasing, and he finally walks back towards you and let’s you have the pint.
You snatch it out of his grasp, making your way to the kitchen stools with him following closely behind you. he brings his spoon too, and you roll your eyes when he nudges you for some more of the ice cream. you tilt the container in your hands towards him and he digs into it once more.
The lopsided smile he sends you in response is enough to freeze your heart and melt any annoyance you felt towards him.
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you knuckles rap against his bedroom door. the same pattern as you’ve been doing for the past 4 months, sneaking out of sarah’s bright pink bedroom and into rafes contrasting blue.
he lets you in and you find solace ontop of his large gaming chair, having unofficially claimed it as your own. rafe let’s you take over it without complaint, lately opting to to settle beside the wall across from you instead of his own seat.
you get tossed a dvd case and you barely catch it. your eyes graze over the cover and take in the title. you let out a huff, “why do we always watch the movie you choose?”
rafe pauses for a split second before responding.
“but it’s the dark knight.”
you throw the case back at him, the plastic hitting his arm. “ouch.” rafe mutters, rubbing at the aggictated skin.
“this is a boy movie.”
he snorts. “i’m a boy.”
you cross your arms over your chest. “i’m not.”
it’s true, he always manages to convince you to watch what he picks out. but the dark knight is the best action movie ever. can’t you just let it slide one last time?
you glare at him and rafe relents, as he always does when it comes to you. he lets out a sigh and slides his box full of dvds towards you. “fine. find an alternative.”
it seems like you know exactly which movie you want to watch. you pull it out and feed it into the dvd player, grinning.
“we’re not watching it.”
“why? are you too scared, rafey?”
He scoots on the floor closer next to you. “No. Its just a stupid movie.”
You giggle, pulling his blanket off his bed and wrapping it around your torso. “You’re just a scary cat.” You shrug.
“am not.”
“are too.”
rafe sucks in a tense breath. he knows he can’t get out of this.
“turn it on?”
“are you sure you won’t pee your pants, rafey.”
he reaches forward and grabs the tv remote, clicking the play button.
(surprisingly, rafe proved you wrong. he did not pee his pants. even if there were multiple close calls. you guys made it to the movie without any accidents, somehow shuffled close together and sharing the same navy throw blanket; a comforting warmth shared between the two as he falls asleep with his cheek on your shoulder. his mother catches the two of you in the morning. snaps a picture with her phone without saying anything, and retreating back to her bedroom with a smile spread across her face)
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whenever you had sleepovers at the cameron’s, you’d always be the first one up. even if you were the last one asleep.
okay. you were the second one up, after mrs. cameron.
you had an unspoken sleepover routine. you’d usually be up by seven thirty, and there’d be pancake batter on the griddle for you starting at seven fifteen; always the first to enjoy a fresh stack of mrs.cameron’s signature blueberry pancakes.
you shut the door to sarah’s room, rubbing your eyes as you shuffled towards the kitchen.
“morning, mrs. cameron.” you greet while stifling a yawn. you blink a couple times, adjusting to the absurdly bright room.
it’s not mrs. cameron in the kitchen. instead, you’re met with rafe behind the island, again. pouring whole milk into a bowl of cereal.
“moms still asleep.” he says, words rough on the edges.
you don’t respond, opting to climb onto one of the island stools in silence. you watch his brow furrow as he making sure the perfect ratio of milk falls into his breakfast. the feature is similar to the way his mother forhead wrinkles while she meticulously pours a ladle full of bluberry batter onto the griddle.
“what cereal?” you mumble, shifting so your hands settle between the seat and your legs.
rafe tightens the cap of the milk, then shoved it back into the kitchen aid fridge. “pebbles.”
you open your mouth to ask about the flavor, but he responds before anything comes out.
“cocoa pebbles. you want some?”
you nod, begining to pull yourself off the stool so you can make yourself a bowl. but instead, he pushes his bowl towards you.
“have it. i’ll make another.” he offers with a tight lipped smile.
“thanks,” your heart stutters at the gesture. you take the spoon and swirl the cereal around so the milk can become chocolatey. you take a sip of it, enjoying the sweetness on your tongue.
he makes himself another bowl and brings it to the stool besides you.
“why are you up so early?” you question while he settles onto the seat and he shrugs.
“i guess i just wanted to see you before you left.”
the words almost make you choke on your cocoa puffs, the milk almost pouring out your nostrils. you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
“you really wanted to be blessed with my obnoxious presence this early in the morning?”
“i don’t think you’re obnoxious, y/n.” rafe confesses, voice quiet as if he wanted you to be the only one to hear.
suddenly, it felt like the necklace which laid under your pajamas was burning a hole on your neck. you pull it out and start playing with its pendent in between your thumb and your index finger.
“i don’t think you’re obnoxious either.” you say, because you don’t know what else would be right to say in the moment. he looks expectantly at you with a soft gaze, eyes flickering from your own iris’s to the silver chain you’ve exposed. his lips curve into a smile which mirrors your own.
“yeah?”
“yea.” you confirm, tilting your head towards him with a brightening smile before looking back down at your bowl of now soggy cereal.
“yeah.” he breathes again, bringing his spoon up to his lips to take a bite of his breakfast.
you two remain smiling, even after you’ve departed from tannyhill.
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taglist (let me know if u want to be added or removed!)
tagging those who asked to be tagged in part 2 @kkmstblog @spicykimchiiii @whore4drew @diorgirl444 @outerbankspov @maybankslover @writtenwordslover @drewstarkeyirlgf @vert-pomme @octaviareina @everythingmarveltopgun @hangmanshomecoming @fallingwallsh @millies0bsimp @pickingviolets @fulla02 @denise417 @mad-die45 @callsignwidow @leclerc16s @yomnajir @ash5monster01 @spear-bearing-bi-witch @grxcisxhy-wp @iluvpills @user09 @cat-or-kitten @bellstwd @mrsstarkey1 @illicitfixations @willowpains @penny4yourthoughts @book-place @sangytv @sweetestdesire @mvybanks @rafesmoon @a-aexotic
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AW STOP UR THE SWEETEST 🥹 thanks so much for the reblog and kind words !!
initial - rafe cameron
not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me
summary: blurb inspired by the song call it what you want by taylor swift. requested by @rafeslovergirl
word count: 0.7k
warnings: none
“My baby’s fit like a daydream..” you sing not-so-quietly to yourself as you move around the kitchen, grabbing ingredients for yours and Rafes breakfast.
Rafes eyes stay glued on you as you sing and subtly dance around the kitchen. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him that you’ve been singing the same song for nearly an hour, but he's far too infatuated by you to ever consider asking you to stop.
He gets up from his stool by the island swiftly, moving around the table to stand behind you. Wrapping his arms around you loosely, he presses a kiss to your neck, just above the fabric of his t-shirt you were wearing. You lean back into him with a giggle, continuing to hum the same tune as you crack an egg over the skillet.
"What's that song you've been singing all day?" Rafe finally gives in and asks you, mumbling the question into your skin.
You smile a little, tilting your head up to look at him. "Call it what you want by Taylor Swift, it's been stuck in my head for days. Are you asking because you like it?" you ask with a smirk, fully knowing Rafe's music taste is definitely not Taylor Swift.
Rafe gives you a look, "not particularly. I was just wondering what song I've been listening to you sing all morning," he said with a small smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.
You smile into the kiss, only breaking free when the eggs start to make a sizzling sound. "You should listen to the song though, it's really good," you add in a somewhat joking tone, as you move the eggs onto two plates.
Rafe simply hums in response. He tightens his arms around you for a moment before stepping back and moving to one of the cabinets to grab some salt and pepper, helping you with breakfast.
As you eat together at the kitchen table and make plans for the day, Rafe makes a mental note to listen to ‘call it what you want’, later.
—
The next day, you're tangled together with Rafe in his bed watching TV- well, kind of watching TV.
“I have something to give you,” Rafe mumbles against your lips, pressing one last lazy kiss to your face before pulling himself off the bed.
You groan a little at the sudden loss of contact, leaning back against your pillow with a sigh. “What’s the occasion?” you ask, curiosity evident in your voice.
"No occasion," he says, smiling a little to himself as he pulls a small velvet box out of a bag in the corner of his room.
You sit up against the headboard, legs crossed and anxiously awaiting this mystery gift. You watch him intently as he smiles widely until he reaches the bed, sitting down so his body is facing toward you. He holds out the box for you to take, an excited glimmer in his eyes.
You examine the black velvet box for a second, the Cartier label not going unnoticed by you. “This is so expensive, Rafe. Did I forget an anniversary or something?” you ask with a slight laugh, grabbing your phone to check the date.
Rafe smiles and shakes his head, grabbing the phone from you. “No, no anniversary. Just wanted to do something nice for my girl. Open it,” he pleads impatiently, placing the box in your hands.
“Okay, okay,” you say with a chuckle, undoing the ribbon around the box. When you open the lid, your eyes immediately shoot up to meet Rafes. “You didn’t…”
“Do you like it?” he asks softly, wide smile playing on his lips as he sees the answer in your expression.
You nod intently, too distracted by the shiny gold to form any words. You pull the necklace out of the box, holding it up in the light. You trace your thumb over the gold ‘R’ hanging on the chain with a beaming smile.
Gaze moving back to his face, your suspicion is confirmed. He listened to the song.
“Because you own me?” you ask with a knowing smile.
He grins and shakes his head, “nope, because I really know you.”
taglist(lmk if u want added!) @rafes-bae @willowpains @housekeeperjjswife @addisbooks @sofiatheseconf @rafecameronsofine @rosie-anne
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Hey! I’ve been inactive af w everyone recently so I feel like meeting some new people idk anyways hey! How are you today? I love love loveeee your work
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#self plug !
carnival
request: “can i request something super fluffy with rafe?” by @lanadelreyfan16
summary: rafe takes you to the carnival to cheer you up
word count: 1.5k
notes: rafe cameron x reader, rafe lowkey ooc
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“rafe, where are we going?” you ask for the millionth time, leaning your head back against the headrest dramatically.
“you’ll see,” he says simply, a smile playing on his lips; one that you can’t see because of the piece of fabric covering your eyes.
you let out a long sigh and you hear him chuckle lightly. you let your own lips twitch into a smile at the sound, excitement bubbling in your chest as you wonder where rafe could possibly be taking you.
this past week, you’d been sort of out of it, in a funk. you were exhausted all the time, emotionally and physically drained from school, work, and just life in general. you tried to not let it show, but rafe noticed almost immediately. so lately, he’d been by your side at all times, just making sure that you were okay.
this morning, he’d woken up earlier than normal, awaking you by pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “what’s goin’ on?” you mumbled, forcing your eyes open.
“nothin, baby. i’m just going out for a bit, just wanted to let you know i was leaving. i’ve got a surprise for you later,” he whispered, with a grin you could only vaguely see through your tired eyes.
“mhmm, can’t wait,” you murmured lazily.
rafe smiled, leaning down to press a short kiss to your lips. “i’ll see you soon. i love you.”
about an hour after you’d woken up today, you had been laying in your bed watching tv when rafe facetimed you. you answered immediately, and were met with rafe’s grinning face on the screen. he simply said, “get ready. i’m picking you up in 10,” before hanging up.
then you texted him - omg rafe. what do i wear??
he’d responded with - something comfortable
you’d scoffed at the vague response, but couldn’t fight the excited smile from spreading on your face - the first genuine smile you’d smiled in awhile. you changed quickly into jean shorts and a cropped tank top that you knew rafe just loved. finally dressed in real clothes for the first time this week, you already felt better.
rafe’s truck came to a stop after about 10 minutes. “we’re here,” he breathed out, a nervous undertone in his voice.
“yay,” you say quickly, unbuckling your seatbelt. “can i take the blindfold off?” you plead, turning your body toward him.
“no,” he says simply, and you hear his door open. you sigh, leaning back in the seat. in just a moment, rafe is at your door, opening it quickly and grabbing your arms to guide you out of the car.
your feet hit the ground and you’re immediately confused. it’s not concrete, you can tell. grass, maybe? “rafe, where are we?” you whine out, impatience coming to the surface.
rafe let’s out a hearty laugh that you can feel coming from his chest as you lean into him as you walk. “you’ll see, baby. doesn’t this make it more fun though?” he asks proudly.
“i guess,” you mumble, focusing on your steps so you don’t fall. you’d never been a coordinated person. which is precisely why rafes hands are placed tightly on your shoulders as he guides you to wherever the hell you’re going.
rafe suddenly comes to a stop, and you can hear people talking and laughing a little distantly in front of you. rafes hands move from your shoulders, and you can sense him moving around to face you. “okay, you ready?” he asks knowingly.
you nod quickly, muttering a soft “duh.” rafes hands go to the sides of your blindfold, gently pulling it up and off your head, letting you see his smirking face. your eyes stay on his for a moment, a smile starting on your face. your gaze shifts to behind rafe, landing on a big flashing sign that read, “carnival”
your mouth drops open, and your eyes glance around excitedly at all the carnival rides, food trucks and games. rafe watches you intently, awaiting verbal confirmation that you like the surprise. you meet his eyes after a moment. “i didn’t even know there was a carnival in town,” you said with a smile. “this is so great, rafe,” you added, taking a step forward to wrap your arms around his neck.
rafe let’s a relieved smile take over his expression, and his eyes light up looking down at you. "you really like the surprise?" he asks, proud smile indicating he knows your answer. you simply nod and tilt your head up to bring your lips together for a short kiss. "let's go get a funnel cake," you mutter against his lips.
you drag rafe around the carnival grounds, hand laced with his as you walk around enthusiastically like a child in a candy store. "look, rafe! that game has those big teddy bears as prizes," you say giddily, pointing at the one of the game booths.
rafe smiles at your pure excitement over a giant teddy bear, "let's go play," he says, leading you this time. rafe greets the man running the game, handing him some tickets that he’d purchased earlier in exchange for some metal darts. “you wanna try?” rafe asks you, holding out a handful of darts to you.
you nod, taking a few from him. you play for a bit, but you can’t seem to make more than 2 in a row to get the big prize.
“god damnit,” you groan in frustration as the dart you threw misses the balloon and falls to the ground. “I can’t get it,” you sigh dramatically, looking at rafe with a dramatic frown.
rafe returns your expression, “let me try it, baby,” he says, pressing a short kiss to your temple.
you hand him a dart, and watch lovingly as he focuses on pulling his arm back just right. when he releases the dart, your eyes linger on him as his features tense, waiting to see if he hit the balloon. your gaze is only pulled from him when you hear the deafening pop.
rafes eyes widen, and he lets a smile develop on his features, turning his head to direct it toward you.
“we have a winner!!” the man in the booth announces enthusiastically, ringing a bell in his hand.
“no way! you did it,” you say with a giddy smile, quickly wrapping your arms around him for a tight hug.
he chuckles into your shoulder, “well don’t sound so surprised.”
rafe reaches his hand that is not wrapped around your back out to grab the teddy bear, but you beat him too it. you pull it close to your chest, an ear to ear smile on your face - one that rafe could look at for hours.
“thank you,” you say with a giggle, pulling rafe back in for an embrace. his arms tighten around you, uncontrollable smile plastered on his face.
“can we go on the ferris wheel now?” you crane your neck up to ask him, pleading smile on your face, (though you don’t really need to do more than say the word for him to do anything for you.)
rafe smiles down at you, “course we can. don’t know if they’ll let you bring that on there, though,” he jokes, gesturing to the stuffed animal in your arms.
“i’m not gonna take no for an answer,” you say with a smile, clutching the bear in your arms as you begin to walk toward the ferris wheel.
after waiting in an annoyingly long line, you, rafe, and your teddy bear all get into one of the ferris wheel capsules.
you lean into his chest as the ferris wheel starts to move, letting out a breath as you take in the view. you can’t help but notice that off feeling you’d been feeling for the past week, that weight on your chest, that exhaustion, was all gone.
“thank you, rafe,” you say, just as you hit the top of the ferris wheel.
rafe shifts toward you, “for what? the bear?” he asks with a grin.
you smile, glancing down at the stuffed animal. “no. well, yes, that too. but i mean thank you for bringing me here, and for being here for me this past week,” you say softly, turning to face him. “i know i haven’t been the most pleasant to be around,” you add with a small laugh.
rafe grins, shaking his head a little. “i always enjoy being around you, y/n. i just hated seeing you not feel like yourself. i’m glad this helped though, you seem happier,” he says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder tightly.
you nod and smile, “i feel a million times better. all because of you, baby,” you say, leaning in closer to him to press your lips to his. you feel rafe smile into the kiss, and his hand move to the back of your head to pull you closer.
you pull apart only to take a breath, resting your forehead against his. “i really like that bear too,” you whisper, “i think he might take your side of the bed.”
rafe raises his eyebrow, “i’m gonna have to throw him off of this ferris wheel.”
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carnival
request: “can i request something super fluffy with rafe?” by @lanadelreyfan16
summary: rafe takes you to the carnival to cheer you up
word count: 1.5k
notes: rafe cameron x reader, rafe lowkey ooc
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“rafe, where are we going?” you ask for the millionth time, leaning your head back against the headrest dramatically.
“you’ll see,” he says simply, a smile playing on his lips; one that you can’t see because of the piece of fabric covering your eyes.
you let out a long sigh and you hear him chuckle lightly. you let your own lips twitch into a smile at the sound, excitement bubbling in your chest as you wonder where rafe could possibly be taking you.
this past week, you’d been sort of out of it, in a funk. you were exhausted all the time, emotionally and physically drained from school, work, and just life in general. you tried to not let it show, but rafe noticed almost immediately. so lately, he’d been by your side at all times, just making sure that you were okay.
this morning, he’d woken up earlier than normal, awaking you by pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “what’s goin’ on?” you mumbled, forcing your eyes open.
“nothin, baby. i’m just going out for a bit, just wanted to let you know i was leaving. i’ve got a surprise for you later,” he whispered, with a grin you could only vaguely see through your tired eyes.
“mhmm, can’t wait,” you murmured lazily.
rafe smiled, leaning down to press a short kiss to your lips. “i’ll see you soon. i love you.”
about an hour after you’d woken up today, you had been laying in your bed watching tv when rafe facetimed you. you answered immediately, and were met with rafe’s grinning face on the screen. he simply said, “get ready. i’m picking you up in 10,” before hanging up.
then you texted him - omg rafe. what do i wear??
he’d responded with - something comfortable
you’d scoffed at the vague response, but couldn’t fight the excited smile from spreading on your face - the first genuine smile you’d smiled in awhile. you changed quickly into jean shorts and a cropped tank top that you knew rafe just loved. finally dressed in real clothes for the first time this week, you already felt better.
rafe’s truck came to a stop after about 10 minutes. “we’re here,” he breathed out, a nervous undertone in his voice.
“yay,” you say quickly, unbuckling your seatbelt. “can i take the blindfold off?” you plead, turning your body toward him.
“no,” he says simply, and you hear his door open. you sigh, leaning back in the seat. in just a moment, rafe is at your door, opening it quickly and grabbing your arms to guide you out of the car.
your feet hit the ground and you’re immediately confused. it’s not concrete, you can tell. grass, maybe? “rafe, where are we?” you whine out, impatience coming to the surface.
rafe let’s out a hearty laugh that you can feel coming from his chest as you lean into him as you walk. “you’ll see, baby. doesn’t this make it more fun though?” he asks proudly.
“i guess,” you mumble, focusing on your steps so you don’t fall. you’d never been a coordinated person. which is precisely why rafes hands are placed tightly on your shoulders as he guides you to wherever the hell you’re going.
rafe suddenly comes to a stop, and you can hear people talking and laughing a little distantly in front of you. rafes hands move from your shoulders, and you can sense him moving around to face you. “okay, you ready?” he asks knowingly.
you nod quickly, muttering a soft “duh.” rafes hands go to the sides of your blindfold, gently pulling it up and off your head, letting you see his smirking face. your eyes stay on his for a moment, a smile starting on your face. your gaze shifts to behind rafe, landing on a big flashing sign that read, “carnival”
your mouth drops open, and your eyes glance around excitedly at all the carnival rides, food trucks and games. rafe watches you intently, awaiting verbal confirmation that you like the surprise. you meet his eyes after a moment. “i didn’t even know there was a carnival in town,” you said with a smile. “this is so great, rafe,” you added, taking a step forward to wrap your arms around his neck.
rafe let’s a relieved smile take over his expression, and his eyes light up looking down at you. "you really like the surprise?" he asks, proud smile indicating he knows your answer. you simply nod and tilt your head up to bring your lips together for a short kiss. "let's go get a funnel cake," you mutter against his lips.
you drag rafe around the carnival grounds, hand laced with his as you walk around enthusiastically like a child in a candy store. "look, rafe! that game has those big teddy bears as prizes," you say giddily, pointing at the one of the game booths.
rafe smiles at your pure excitement over a giant teddy bear, "let's go play," he says, leading you this time. rafe greets the man running the game, handing him some tickets that he’d purchased earlier in exchange for some metal darts. “you wanna try?” rafe asks you, holding out a handful of darts to you.
you nod, taking a few from him. you play for a bit, but you can’t seem to make more than 2 in a row to get the big prize.
“god damnit,” you groan in frustration as the dart you threw misses the balloon and falls to the ground. “I can’t get it,” you sigh dramatically, looking at rafe with a dramatic frown.
rafe returns your expression, “let me try it, baby,” he says, pressing a short kiss to your temple.
you hand him a dart, and watch lovingly as he focuses on pulling his arm back just right. when he releases the dart, your eyes linger on him as his features tense, waiting to see if he hit the balloon. your gaze is only pulled from him when you hear the deafening pop.
rafes eyes widen, and he lets a smile develop on his features, turning his head to direct it toward you.
“we have a winner!!” the man in the booth announces enthusiastically, ringing a bell in his hand.
“no way! you did it,” you say with a giddy smile, quickly wrapping your arms around him for a tight hug.
he chuckles into your shoulder, “well don’t sound so surprised.”
rafe reaches his hand that is not wrapped around your back out to grab the teddy bear, but you beat him too it. you pull it close to your chest, an ear to ear smile on your face - one that rafe could look at for hours.
“thank you,” you say with a giggle, pulling rafe back in for an embrace. his arms tighten around you, uncontrollable smile plastered on his face.
“can we go on the ferris wheel now?” you crane your neck up to ask him, pleading smile on your face, (though you don’t really need to do more than say the word for him to do anything for you.)
rafe smiles down at you, “course we can. don’t know if they’ll let you bring that on there, though,” he jokes, gesturing to the stuffed animal in your arms.
“i’m not gonna take no for an answer,” you say with a smile, clutching the bear in your arms as you begin to walk toward the ferris wheel.
after waiting in an annoyingly long line, you, rafe, and your teddy bear all get into one of the ferris wheel capsules.
you lean into his chest as the ferris wheel starts to move, letting out a breath as you take in the view. you can’t help but notice that off feeling you’d been feeling for the past week, that weight on your chest, that exhaustion, was all gone.
“thank you, rafe,” you say, just as you hit the top of the ferris wheel.
rafe shifts toward you, “for what? the bear?” he asks with a grin.
you smile, glancing down at the stuffed animal. “no. well, yes, that too. but i mean thank you for bringing me here, and for being here for me this past week,” you say softly, turning to face him. “i know i haven’t been the most pleasant to be around,” you add with a small laugh.
rafe grins, shaking his head a little. “i always enjoy being around you, y/n. i just hated seeing you not feel like yourself. i’m glad this helped though, you seem happier,” he says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder tightly.
you nod and smile, “i feel a million times better. all because of you, baby,” you say, leaning in closer to him to press your lips to his. you feel rafe smile into the kiss, and his hand move to the back of your head to pull you closer.
you pull apart only to take a breath, resting your forehead against his. “i really like that bear too,” you whisper, “i think he might take your side of the bed.”
rafe raises his eyebrow, “i’m gonna have to throw him off of this ferris wheel.”
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wanna be more interactive on here ahaha!! sent them in <3
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gym rafe >> #fic recs
gyming
a/n : this was a very self indulgent fic that’s very unedited but i hope you enjoy!! this is gonna be a series of short somewhat connected blurbs of gymbro!rafe :))
summary : your first time at a new gym doesn’t start off too great until you meet your new gymbro. | rafe cameron x f!reader, rafe is a gym rat in this, reader is extremely thirsty and downbad lol, fluff.
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it took you a good 2 months after moving to the obx to try out the local gym.
you know, you know. there’s nothing really to be afraid of; you know how all the machines work and you don’t have to worry much about your form. it’s just now that you’ve moved away for college, you don’t have your best friend working out side by side with you. and it’s got you nervous.
you finally mustered up the courage after a long facetime call with her. you were gonna do it. expand your horizons.
you felt instantly relieved when you walked into the gym and it was empty. you always thought that nine o’clock at night was the perfect time to go, since all the machines and benches were empty a couple hours before the gym closes.
you look around. there’s about 4 people in the gym other than yourself.
there’s some guy in the corner by the deadlift platform that seems to think he’s batman;with a weird all black getup, wearing…combat boots?
another two are a really cringe high school couple. bleh.
and then the last one by the bench presses.
woah. he’s hot. you think, panning him from far away and taking him in. he’s literally lifting triple the amount of weight you can. you didn’t even know the arm had so many muscle groups.
alright, maybe this new gym isn’t so bad.
you find your way to an open bench and put your stuff down. you stare at the plates for a good minute or two and wonder what would be the best the start with. you decide on a safer weight to warm up. it has been more than a few weeks since you’ve benched.
you lay onto the bench and place you hands into position, puffing out your chest while sucking in a tight breath.
you push up on the bar and immediately regret your overconfidence. the weight moves too heavy, yet you still force yourself to continue with reps.
2…3…4..
you’re so close to hitting 6 reps, but suddenly at the end of the forth one your arms give out and the bar begins to fall on you chest.
you do your best to prepare for the blow, but it never comes. you blink a couple times and realize a pair of strong hands have pulled up the bar from you and a handsome face mirrors yours.
oh god. it’s him. the cute guy.
“easy there, sweetheart.” his gruff voice cuts through your thoughts you immediately fall in love.
he places the bar onto the hinges with ease and you quickly sit up on the bench, face burning. your hands are as red as a tomato from the right grip you had on the bar, and your wrist aches from the failed lift.
you pull your headphones off of your head and turn your neck to look at him, “i’m so sorr-“
you begin to apologize but he cuts you off with a chuckle.
“nah, what are you apologizing for? i’m sorry for not asking if you wanted a spot earlier.”
earlier? did he notice me earlier?
“this used to be my warm up.” you say with your head low, a small scoff coming out during the beginning of your sentence.
the stranger shrugs, “well for the first few sets it looked like you were handling it just fine.”
you raise a brow, not able to control the sudden urge for flirtation that comes upon you. “were you watching me?”
he crosses his arms over the bar and leans against it, shaking his head which caused his hair to shuffle a bit and his muscles to flex in the most mesmerizing way ever.
you’re sure you gawking at him and that you should probably avert your eyes from his body but you kinda can’t help it.
“of course i was. couldn’t stop but notice the pretty girl that walked in.”
you roll you eyes at the comment, shaking your head. “i doubt that i’m pretty.”
he scoffs. “you’re the prettiest girl in here.”
“is that because i’m the only girl in here?” you question, undoing your loose ponytail to redo it.
“you know what i meant, pretty girl.”
“mm. sure…pretty boy.” you test out the nickname and he smiles at you for the first time. you swear your feel butterflies all over your body at the simple action.
he takes a step out towards the front of the bench to face you. “how ‘bout we spot each other so we don’t get hurt, pretty girl?” he suggest, a lop sided smile curving onto his gorgeous face.
god. why are you so down bad for a guy you just met?
“why not?” you acquiesce, sending him your own mirroring grin in return.
you think it’s safe to say this won’t be the last time you’d visiting this gym.
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LETS GET BESTIES FIC TO 2k❤️🔥❤️🔥
Rafe x reader
They grew up together and as kids Rafe got reader a necklace and she still wears it to this day but Rafe doesn’t notice until she’s all dressed up for midsummer
(This is really random but I thought it was cute lol)
Ur writing is amazing btw! 🫶🏻
perfect pick
a/n : thanks sm!!! i appreciate the compliment :)) i didn’t completely answer the prompt but i might do a part 2 in a couple of days :))
notes : rafe cameron x reader, au to some extent featuring rafes mom before she disappeared.
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rafe could care less about your tenth birthday. in fact, the only reason he even knew it was coming up was because it was all you and sarah could ever talk about lately; what the theme would be, what kind of cake would be the best to eat, who should and should not be invited.
rafe cameron does not care about your birthday- which is why when his mom forced him to come along with her to pick out a present for you, all he wanted to do was jump out of the car and run away.
“but she’s not even my friend.” he whined as they entered the mall, keeping the door open for his mom to go in with wheezies stroller.
“no buts. she’s family, rafe.”
he groans, his steps heavy against the large and perfectly square porcelain tiles of tiffany’s.
“just because she’s your best friends daughter doesn’t mean i have to get her a present.”
his mom shushes him as they approach the jewelry counter, placing a hand on his shoulder before smiling at the associate.
the associate is too enthusiastic to be genuine at this time of day. rafe rolls his eyes at her sickly sweet tone while she asks what they’re looking for. he feels a nudge at his side and his face twitches with annoyance.
“a necklace.” he says under his breath, planning on choosing the first one the associate suggests.
she leads them to the left side of the store, hand gesturing to an array of really expensive necklaces for them to choose from.
“i’ll be right where you found me if you need any help with specifics.” she smiles before abandoning them.
rafe turns to look at his mom, who holds wheezie on her hip. “so?” he shrugs.
“hm?”
he shoves his hands into the pockets of his shorts, “what one do you want?”
his mother laughs, adjusting wheezie on her hip and grabbing her hand, stopping her from dirtying the display with her chubby fingers. “i don’t want any of these. which one does y/n want?”
the question makes him think for a second. he doesn’t know what you would like. he flips through his memories for some sort of indication, but really he should just point to a random piece and call it a day.
red. he thinks, he remembers you saying your favorite color is red- on multiple occasions.
it was red like ladybugs 4 years ago. then red like pretty roses. red like red pandas a couple years before. red like taylor swifts iconic lipstick now.
he shakes his head, then points to a silver chain with a little red charm in it. “that.” he shrugs and then turns on his heel, before his mom can question if its the best choice.
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he fidgets with the black ribbon wrapped neatly on top of the gift box theyd put the necklace in, eyes tracing over the bolder lettering over and over again as they walked back to the parking lot. he avoids making eye contact with his mom, like for some reason it’d trigger her to go on another rant about how he should act gentlemanly when he gives her the present or at least act like he cares.
they make it to the car without any conversation, save for some half-coherent blabber here and there from wheezie. he slips into the passenger seat while his mom buckles in wheeze into her carseat, the box still in his hands.
halfway through the car ride, the silence between them is broken. “i know you don’t like to talk about your feelings rafe, but you don’t do a great job at hiding your facial expressions.”
“mom,” he groans, leaning the back of his head deep into the leather seat of her escalade.
“i can tell you have a soft spot for her.” she continues, pressing on the brakes as they approach a red light.
“i don’t.” rafe grumbles, fingernail digging into the box and leaving a mark.
“deny all you want, but i saw the way you looked thinking about her. it’ll catch up to you one day.”
he finally brings his gaze to her, his blue eyes meeting her mirroring irises with a glint of curiosity over what her words mean. he makes to open his mouth, to ask what she means by the look. to ask what’s going to catch up to him. but then reminds himself it doesn’t matter and stops himself.
he doesn’t have anything to catch up to him, because he doesn’t have any sort of feelings for y/n.
there’s no way he feels something towards you- could he?
he shakes his head, putting the box to his side and out of his lap and flickering his eyes to his window. why is he letting his mom get into his head?
he doesn’t care about you. doesn’t care about hee stupid birthday, or even care much about the stupid present he chose for you.
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your tenth birthday party is excatly how you wanted it to be. it’s perfectly decorated, with red streamers hung all over the downstairs of your house and taylor swift themed snacks and games. you were having the time of your life, drunk off shirley temples in fancy alcholol flutes.
you notice a stain on your birthday sash and you pout. quickly excusing yourself to drop off the sash in your room, you rush out of your back patio and into the house, making your way towards the stairs when you bump into someone’s solid chest.
here’s one thing to note; regardless of what everyone says, you do not like rafe cameron. “oh, rafe.” you say, taking a small step back-you can feel your cheeks burn under his gaze.
okay fine, the previous statement was a lie. but not completely, it was only a small crush. tiny. as big as the sprinkles on your birthday cake.
“here.” he shoves a small gift bag into your hands and then hastily walks away before you can ask what it is.
the interaction leaves you somewhat disoriented but also flustered, skin pink and pulse fast.
on your past birthdays, you always get one present from sarah and one from her parents. and that’s what you think it is, a present from sarah’s family.
you bring the bag up with you into you room and pull the sash off your body, throwing it into a random corner of your room.
you know it’s bad etiquette to open presents before it’s time, but for some reason you’re too drawn to the gift bag to wait. you peak your head out your bedroom door and find that the coast is clear, and open the bag, pulling out a small teal box with a black ribbon wrapped around it. you shake it close to your ear, guessing it’s some sort of jewelry and grin to yourself when you realize you’re right
you open the box and find the most perfect necklace ever. it’s silver, with a small red heart attached to its chain with your initial engraved onto it.
you’ll have to thank mrs and mr cameron for the gift. it might be even better than the one sarah got you.
you hear your mom call for you from the bottom of the stairs and you quickly shove the box into the top drawer of your dresser, leaving the bag on top of your bed before hurrying back downstairs to rejoin the party.
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you’re confused when mrs cameron hands you another gift bag when it’s time to open presents.
“another one?” you ask with your brow furrowed, though you aren’t complaining.
“from me, ward and wheeze.” she hands it to you with a warm smile and a quick wink.
that’s when it clicks that the present wasn’t from who you thought it.
you slip away from the party and rush back up to your room, grabbing the original bag and digging inside for a card or an indication form who it could be from.
there’s a note stuck to the bottom of the bag, made of ripped loose leaf and written with a dull pencil.
“happy birthday” it says, with no signature. but you don’t need one to know who it’s from.
suddenly, your heart starts hammering and your face starts to swell with a smile.
you can’t believe it- rafes the one who got you the necklace, and somehow he managed to make it perfect.
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#CHECK OUT BESTIES FIC #spicy 🌶️
before the party
request : omg I was looking through your blog and I saw you listen to Rauw Alejandro, who is one of my current obsessions! Can I request an imagine with Rafe where the reader is listening to Rauw while getting ready for a party and he just loves watching her sing along and dance to the songs without having any idea what they mean?
a/n : i’m so glad i got this request bc i’ve been so into rauw lately!!! hope you guys enjoy this kinda smutty fic 🫣 this is a repost bc for tumblr was being annoying w it!
notes / summary : rafe didn’t realize your spanish playlist had such horny lyrics. reader is spanish speaking, but i left race/ethnicity to interpretation! pls be 18+ when reading!!
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rafe remembers absolutely nothing from high school spanish.
well, with seniora baldwin as a teacher for four years in a row, there’s no way he remember more than two percent of what he learned.
kinda ironic that his girlfriend is fluent in the language.
there’s no reason for him to be annoyed that you speak spanish. your knowledge comes with a bunch of perks.- acting as a free translator during deals down in florida and mexico. makes navigating vacations much easier too.
there’s one thing though; he can’t understand for the life of him what you’re saying when you start speaking it. or in this case, when you’re singing it.
your voice echos from the bathroom into your shared bedroom while you sing along to your playlist which is mostly consisted of some latin party music. b
rafe walks into the restroom to grab some hair gel when he finds shaking your hips and dancing along as you draw on your eyeliner in the mirror.
he lets out a chuckle, panning his eyes over your figure. “what’s he saying about the party?”
your reflection tenses at his question, and a flush begins to pool over the face of your skin.
“he’s saying…things.” you drag your response while you clean up your eyeliner.
“sure.” rafe rolls his eyes before exiting into the bedroom, pulling out his phone from his pocket.
he sits down onto the bench in front of your bed and searches up “party” by rauw translation. he clicks the first link and starts reading the translated lyrics line by line.
he has to hold in the laugh that grows in his throat while he takes in the absolutely vile lyrics.
“i’ll smack that ass” he repeats outloud, and the music from the speaker immediately pauses as you push your head out the doorway with a confused look on you face.
“what?”
rafe almsot chokes at the next lyric, eye widening and brows lifting. he gets up and walks towards you while reading it out, “that booty is for me to use.”
you relax once it clicks in your mind that he’s reading off something, letting out an annoyed sigh before stepping back in front of the mirror.
you notice rafes hand approaching the backside of your skirt from the reflection of the mirror and you swat at it before he can touch it.
“uh uh! vamos a llegar tarde a la fiesta por tu culpa!”
rafe blinks at you in confusion. you turn around, facing him “it’s your fault we’ll be late to the party.” you reiterate so he can understand.
“i didn’t realize this rauw guy sung such horny songs, baby.”
you roll your eyes, unpausing the music on your phone and resuming with patting on your blush. “well, if you’d learned spanish by now you would’ve known.”
rafe gets closer behind you, putting a hand on your hip and forcing you to turn around and face face him. your back leans against the edge of the vanity and you set down your compact onto the counter.
“you’re going to ruin my clothes!” you squirm as his hands begin to run over your bare thighs, trailing up under your skirt.
he leans forward to bring his lips to your neck, pressing kisses down to your collarbone “i don’t care.”
“rafe,” you shudder when his lips reach the top of your breast, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
he shushes you, his breath grazing over your skin while he starts pulling down your bottoms.
you lean your head back which allows him greater exposure to your skin, giving into his actions.
“we need to make this-“ a gasp cuts off your words, two fingers slipping up your entrance and hitting deep against your walls. you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and use them to keep you steady while he plunges them in and out and a deteriorating pattern, slowly cracking down on the tension in your body.
“you like that, y/n/n?” he questions as he quickens his pace, thumb grazing over your nub. rafe’s lips catch yours in a hard embrace, and he swallows the moan that falls from your throat. you tighten your grip on his biceps and arch against his fingers, enjoying the sensation of his slender digits pumping into your core.
a familiar burning feeling forms in your abdomen, and your begin to writhe on-top of the counter, bucking your hips up to meet the him as he curls his fingers inside you.
you let out another moan into his collarbone and he smirks, pulling his fingers out right before you cross the edge. “baby, please-“ you cry but he retreats from you, walking away while lapping at the wetness left on his fingers with concerning nonchalance.
rafe shrugs, walking out of the bathroom into where he came from. “we’re gonna be late to the party,”
he abandons you on the vanity with your skirt pooled on the tile floor, your chest heaving and wetness dripping down you leg into your calves.
you can’t help but let out a small laugh.
of course rafe would do this—he loves teasing and making sure that you know who you belong to, even though he knows he has no competition.
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it must be fate - jj maybank
SUMMARY: the three times that fate pulled you and JJ together ; very loosely based on Invisible String by Taylor Swift - requested by @willowpains
WORD COUNT: 3.3k
WARNINGS: curse words
a/n: i absolutely adore this fic and i have an idea for a part two, so lmk if u want it
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THE FIRST TIME: the meeting
The minute you walk through the classroom door, all eyes are instantly on you. Your tiny hands tighten around your backpack straps and you take in a deep, shaky breath.
“What’s your name sweetie?” the teacher at the front of the room asks you sweetly, after you’ve been silent for a couple moments.
“Um- y/n. I just moved here,” you mutter, feeling a familiar burn on your cheeks as you try to avoid eye contact with all of the kids staring at you.
“Hello y/n, welcome to OBX Middle School,” she glances around the room, searching for a place to direct you to. “I think we have a full class, but Zoe isn’t here today, so you can go ahead and take a seat there. Right next to JJ,” she points to an open seat, and your eyes find the boy she’s talking about.
The boy in question turns around in his seat, eyes meeting yours. You take a moment to look at him. His blonde hair fell over his forehead freely, and he wore khakis and a red t-shirt stained with what you can only imagine as dirt; he looked disheveled in almost every way, but he wore a smile on his face that made it almost impossible for you to look away.
You realize, far too late, that you’ve been staring for awfully too long. You shuffle over to the seat, a shy smile on your face directed at the boy- JJ. You liked that name. You wondered what it was short for.
You put your bag next to your chair, shuffling through it to find your pencil bag. Your hand grips it, and as you pull it out of the bag, it slips out of your hand and falls to the floor with an audible thud. You close your eyes for a short moment in embarrassment.
You open your eyes, ready to reach down and pick it up, but JJ already has it in his hands, holding it out to you. “Here,” he says simply, the same kind smile on his face.
“Thank you,” you breathe out, a slight chuckle leaving your lips. “I’m y/n,” you say quietly, only wanting the boy to hear and not the rest of the class.
The boys smile widens, “I’m JJ.”
“Anything you’d like to share with the class, Mr. Maybank?” the teacher questions, her voice raised.
“No, ma’am,” JJ says with a small smirk, sending one last glance your way.
“Alright then. Pay attention, and stop corrupting the new girl,” she says, a slight joking tone in her voice.
Your cheeks turn red at the mention of you, but your lips twitch into a smile when you see the look on JJ’s face.
Five minutes ago, you’d walked into the classroom terrified of being in a whole new town and school. But now, for some reason you couldn’t possibly explain, as you looked at JJ, you felt calm.
In that moment, you felt like maybe being the new kid wouldn’t be as terrible as you’d thought.
THE SECOND TIME: the halloween dance
Your hands fiddle with the hem of your skirt as you stand on your tiptoes, scanning the room for your date. Your nose scrunched up when you said the word in your head, ‘date’. You were only in 7th grade, and you’d never dated before. You didn’t even like Johnathon like that, so you didn’t know why your heart was clenched tightly and your eyes welled up with tears when you couldn’t find him.
It had been nearly an hour since the dance started; since you were supposed to meet Johnathon at the front doors.
You let an irritated, embarrassed, and sad sigh escape your lips as you sit down on the bleachers, as you finally realized that Johnathon was not coming. And you’d worn this extremely uncomfortable cowgirl costume for nothing. Dressing as Jessie and Woody for the Halloween Dance had been Johnathans idea; he’d said it would be the perfect couples costume. It had excited you, if you were being honest, to be a part of a couples costume. But now you’d desperately wished that you’d never said yes in the first place.
You stand up off of the bleachers after mentally coming to the decision that you needed to leave. When your gaze directs toward the double doors of the gym, your eye just barely catches the back of a brown cowboy hat. Woody’s cowboy hat.
Your eyes widen in surprise, and your feet begin to move before you can let another thought enter your mind. You reach Johnathan, tapping him on the shoulder excitedly. He turns around, cowboy boots slapping against the wood floor and you take a step back when you see the cowboys face. Your eyes trail over the boy’s outfit, eyebrows furrowing together. He was woody, all right, but he was not Johnathan. “JJ?”
JJ’s eyes narrow for a split second, giving your costume a once over. “Y/n?” he asks, a shocked smile developing on his face. “Wow, I haven’t seen you in forever.”
You nod in agreement, still a little rattled by the strangeness of this moment. JJ Maybank - the boy you sat next to in 4th grade and hadn’t talked to since, was standing in front of you wearing the costume that coupled with yours, and the original owner of the costume idea was no where to be found. Strange, you think.
“I’ve never seen you at a dance before,” you say, shifting on your feet.
JJ sighs, “yeah, I didn’t really want to come, but some of my friends convinced me, and now I don’t know where the hell they went,” he says, irritated as he looks around the gym aimlessly. His eyes shift back to you after a moment, “I like your costume,” he says with a small smile.
Your cheeks turn pink, you’re not sure why. “Crazy, isn’t it? That we’re matching. I was supposed to meet Jackson here; he was supposed to be Woody too, but I haven’t seen him.”
JJ frowns at the disappointment in your voice that you were trying to cover up. “Well, it’s a good thing you have a back-up Woody,” he says with a smile, gesturing to himself.
You chuckle, “you’re offering to keep me company?” you ask, a hopeful smile playing on your lips.
JJ nods, stepping toward you a little and extending his hand. “Well, we do have matching costumes,” he says with a smile and a small shrug.
Suddenly, with one touch of your hands to JJ's, every thought about Johnathan had left your mind. Matter of fact, every thought that didn't have to do with the blonde boy in front of you, had left your mind.
Maybe this dance won't be so bad, you thought.
THE THIRD TIME: the party
You were absolutely fucking plastered.
The realization hit you when you tripped over literally nothing and slammed into the wall, the wind being knocked out of you. All you can do is laugh hysterically as you push your body off the wall, attempting to steady yourself.
You lean your back against the wall, giving into your exhaustion a little. You’d been at this party for hours, you think. You don’t actually know how long you’ve been here, all you know is that you’ve had a drink in your hand the entire time. And when a drink is in your hand, you drink it.
You normally didn’t drink this much at parties, you swear. Multiple factors went into this night being… different. Your friends who had invited you were absolutely nowhere to be found, and you’d really been looking forward to going to this party for weeks. You hadn't gone to any social event in what felt like forever, so getting back out there was exciting - at first. Now, you were absolutely wasted and alone, at a party where you didn't really even know anyone.
You notice the lack of weight of the red solo cup in your hand, frowning at the sight of the bottom of the cup through the tiny bit of clear liquid that was left.
On your way over to the drink table, you run straight into a tall figure, and two arms reach out to steady you. “Woah woah- watch where ur going,” he says harshly.
“My bad,” you slur, involuntarily laugh leaving your lips.
The guys eyes land on yours, noticing your clear intoxication, “Hey, y/n, right?” You nod lazily, only humming in response. “I’m Jackson, if you didn’t already know,” he says, cockiness in his voice evident to you even in his drunken state.
You smile anyway, holding out your hand, “nice to meet ya.”
He chuckles, shaking your hand tightly. “Whatchu drinkin’ there?” he asks, peeking his eyes over into your cup.
You look at it too, swirling the small amount of liquid around a couple times. You shrug, “dunno. It’s good, but it’s almost empty.”
The boy chuckles, eyes scanning over you one more time, “I hear Cameron hides some top shelf shit up in his room,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Wanna go check it out?”
Alarm bells go off in your brain - the part that’s still somewhat aware of what’s happening. You stay silent, but you shake your head a little. Your mind says no. Your body also says no. But the strong hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist says ‘you don’t have a choice.’
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“Come on, JJ,” John B says, putting the twinkie in park.
JJ groaned, ��why the fuck do I have to go in? Didn’t you say it would take ‘literally two seconds,’” he mocked him in a deep voice.
John B rolls his eyes, “just come the fuck on. You can grab a couple free beers,” he said with a slight smirk, knowing that would get him.
JJ huffs, shaking his head as he opens the passenger seat door, then slamming it shut.
“I just have to drop off Sarah's bag she left at my place, then we’ll be out of here. 5 minutes, tops.”
“Whatever,” JJ mutters, leaning against the wall and sipping a beer. He lets out an irritated sigh, eyes mindlessly scanning around the party. Maybe he’d find someone with something better than shitty beer.
His eyes go past two figures on the stairs, immediately doing a double take. His eyes narrow at the scene, and then he recognizes you. You, who he hasn’t seen in years. His eyes stay on you for a couple moments, but once the shock leaves him, he notices the other figure. A guy, a kook he barely recognizes dragging you up the steps.
“Ouch,” he reads your lips from across the room, unable to hear over the music and voices around him.
That’s all it takes for JJ to snap out of his trance of shock, pushing himself off the wall and rushing toward the stairs. He pushes his way through the crowd, bumping shoulders with everyone in his way. “Hey!” he calls out, finally in range of you and the kook dragging you up the stairs. He moves up the stairs, placing himself in between you and the douche bag. “Get off of her,” JJ says through gritted teeth, eyeing his grip on your arm. You look up at him, the look in your eyes grateful even though you’re not entirely aware of the situation.
“The fuck’s your problem, Maybank?” the guy barks out, letting go of you to use both his hands to shove JJ’s chest.
JJ doesn’t flinch, the only movement in his body being the clench of his jaw. “Leave the girl alone,” he says lowly, eyes flickering to you just for a moment.
Jackson chuckles, “this is none of your business, pogue. We were just heading upstairs to talk, right y/n?”
You gulp, leaning against the wall for support, your head spinning. “I-” you start, before realizing words won’t make it past the tip of your tounge. Your eyes meet JJ’s, and all you can do is shake your head and hope he knows what to do.
“Son of a bitch,” JJ mutters. He pulls his arm back, only a second before his fist makes contact with Jackson’s face, his body immediately making contact with the wall.
Small gasps are heard from all around the room, but the intrigue of the scene only lasts a moment before people go back to how they were before.
Your eyes trail down to Jackson’s practically limp body slumped up against the wall. Relief floods through your body, and suddenly you feel even dizzier than you did before. “Hey, hey,” JJ’s hands are suddenly on your hips, supporting your weight. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”
“No,” you manage to croak out, your throat closed up tightly and tears welling in your eyes unwillingly. “I wanna- I wanna go home, JJ,” you say, your voice lower than a whisper.
JJ nods intently, “of course. I’ll take you, okay?” he asks for confirmation.
You simply nod, slinging your arm around his neck. JJ keeps his arm tightly around your waist as he guides you down the stairs and toward the front door. He practically carries you all the way out to the Twinkie, and he helps you into the passengers seat.
“I’ll be right back, okay? Just gotta get the keys,” he says, giving your leg a gentle squeeze.
You nod lazily, your eyes squeezed shut and your head against the headrest.
JJ comes back a few minutes later, keys in hand. “I’m sure John B won’t mind staying the night there,” he mumbled as he slides into the drivers seat. He glances over at you, “you still doing alright?”
“Mhm,” you hum softly, eyes opening to meet his, “thank you.”
JJ smiles a little, the look in his eyes still filled with worry, “let’s get you home.”
You nod, shutting your eyes again in attempt to stop the headache you can already feel creeping in. On the drive home, you go over the events that just took place in your head; what you remember of them, anyways.
Your hand traces over the red mark on your arm, and you can practically still feel Jackson’s hand wrapped tightly around it. Along with that, the ache in your stomach came back, the terrified feeling that you’d had had you were pulled up the stairs; as with every step, you lost a little more of your free will.
You hadn’t realized that your breathing had become deeper-more scattered, until JJ’s hand was on you, just above your knee. “Hey,” he said softly, lightly shaking your leg. “Are you okay?”
You let out a shaky breath, placing your hand over his and squeezing tightly. “Yeah, yeah I think so,” you breathe out, looking out the window and only then realizing that’d you’d made it home.
JJ’s eyes stay on you, rapidly searching your eyes to see if you were telling the truth. The look he finds in your eyes is the same one he could see from all away across the room at the party: scared. “Let’s go inside, okay?” he says softly, the look on your face making his heart clench.
You nod slowly, moving to open the door. “I got it, I got it, I got it,” JJ said quickly, jumping out of the Twinkie and running to open your door for you.
You let out a laugh for the first time of the night, your chest feeling a little less heavy as JJ scooped you up in his arms and carried you all the way to your bedroom.
JJ grabs you some comfier clothes, after being told which drawers to look through. He helps you take your makeup off, and run a brush through your hair so it won’t be tangled in the morning.
By the end of your long routine, the effect of the alcohol is wearing off slightly, and now you just feel sick. And oh-so tired. “M’gonna sleep now,” you say with a yawn, lying yourself down on your bed under the covers that JJ had moved over for you.
JJ nods with a small smile, looking over you one more time. “I’ll head out, then. Anything else you need?”
Your heart clenches at the thought of being alone, “could you-” you take a breath, “could you stay, maybe? Just until I fall asleep.”
JJ’s eyes soften, instantly nodding. “Course,” he says simply, kicking his shoes of and lying on the bed next to you, on top of the covers.
You try to sleep, you really do. But your thoughts keep you wide awake. You replay the events of the night in your head, over and over again. And no matter how many times you do, you can’t get over how lucky you were that JJ was there.
“Hey, JJ?” you ask softly, unable to stop yourself as the thoughts in your still slightly drunken mind became too hard to ignore.
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever feel like..” you pause for a moment, searching for the right words. “Like there’s something that pulls us together? Like me and you?”
JJ’s body shifts toward you at your words, “what do you mean?”
You take in a breath, “I dunno, like-” you shift on the bed, body now facing him. “Remember when we first met? On my first day of 4th grade?” He nods. “I was so petrified of starting at a new school. I was positive that it was going to be the worst experience of my life. But then, Zoe Lambert happened to be sick that day, and I just happened to have to sit in that seat next to you. And something about you, JJ, I don’t know what it was, but it made me feel like maybe everything would be okay. It was like meeting you in that moment was exactly what I needed,” you spoke softly, not meeting his eyes. His silent intrigue made you go on, “Then at the 7th grade Halloween Dance. Jackson Brantley stood me up, and I was devastated. Sitting on the bleachers, all alone in my Jessie costume, I was fully ready to leave the dance and go cry myself to sleep. But then, I saw you who just happened to be dressed in a Woody costume. What was about to go down as my most embarrassing night, turned into one of the most fun nights I’ve ever had. Just because you happened to be there in the other half of my couples costume. And then…tonight,” you finally looked up to meet his eyes, which were already looking at you intently. “JJ, I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there,” you were whispering now, not trusting your own voice.
“But I was,” he says softly, hand reaching out to the side of your face. “Nothing happened, okay? You’re safe,” he reassures, eyes scanning yours rapidly.
You offer him a small smile, “I know,” you say, bringing your hand up to tighten around his. “Because you just happened to be there,” you add.
JJ smiles a little, mind going back to what you were saying before.
something pulling you together
“I never realized how weird it was, the ways we’ve run into each other over the years. It’s almost like-” he starts, only stopping when his eyes came back to yours.
“Like what?” you breathe out, voice barely above a whisper.
“Fate?” he offers, a questioning tone of his voice.
“Fate,” you repeat softly, a smile playing at your lips as you think about it. “That must be it,” you come to the conclusion aloud.
You let out a breath, relieved that you’ve finally spoken to JJ about the thought that’s been poking at the back of your mind for years now.
Your previous exhaustion comes back to you quickly, and before you can stop yourself, you lay your head on JJ’s chest. You feel JJ’s fingers comb through your hair, his steady breath hitting your forehead.
Before you drift to sleep, your last lazy thought slips out of your mouth, “kinda like an invisible little string.”
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