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sparklingpaintwater · 2 months ago

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shake the frost

pairing | rafe cameron x black!fem!reader

warnings | kids, marriage, implied sexual assault, drugging, sexual content, homicide (rafe gets his lick back), reader leaks through her shirt (they’re freaaaaakkkkeddd out), a bit of fluff, reader is a former nurse, cursing

after the incident on the porch, you hadn't seen rafe in over two weeks. your parents became concerned after hearing gossip about a possible rift between the two of you from nosy fellow figure eight inhabitants. you eased your parents' worries by giving them some half lie about you all visiting the family home for a while to get away from the outer banks suffocating social problems.

you knew that caleb was beginning to miss rafe dearly, as were you, no matter how much it hurt. caleb would burst into tears, and when you asked him what was wrong, he just shook his head and ran into your arms, wanting you to hold him. violet continued to babble his name, pointing at pictures. you smiled bittersweetly. this was hell.

so you kept yourself busy.

you did crafts with the kids, you read books, you looked for new schools for caleb. you even redecorated the house, embracing a vintage style. you moved the couches until your heart was content. you renewed your nurses' license again.

at this particular, you were putting an irritated violet to bed, rocking her until she finally fell asleep on you. caleb was asleep in his new big-boy bed, stuffed koala plushie tucked under his arm. the serene quiet of the night settled, a soft drizzle falling on the house.

someone pounded on your door. you sat up, alerted to the sound. you swiftly put violet in her nursery crib. you tiptoed to the kitchen.

the person pounded at the door again.

you grabbed a knife, going to the peephole. a crumpled body was splayed out at your doorstep. a car sped away, a man's figure hurdling into the passenger seat. "fuck," you cursed.

against your better judgment, you opened the door. there at your doorstep, was your husband, barely conscious. you shivered in the south carolina december rain. you bent down, immediately checking his pulse. he was okay. rafe coughed, gurgling. you immediately turned him on his side. rafe got on all fours and puked, throwing up the contents of his stomach. you winced. you were formally a nurse, but vomit was your weakness. you despised the scent, but you braved the putrid smell.

rafe coughed, then look up at you. you examined his face. he looked so different to you. he wasn't his usual clean and neat self; he was disheveled and dirty, his hair ruffled, and a new scar above his upper lip. his eyes rolled back and he passed out cold, falling right on his face. "shit!" you exclaimed. it was going to be a long night.

his clothing had remnants of vomit on them. you scrunched up your nose. you pulled rafe by his arms into the house. and he was heavy as hell. you took frequent breaks, stopping to consider why you were even helping him in the first place he broke your heart. but you know what would hurt you more? him dying on your doorstep.

so you continued dragging a soggy, vomit-soiled rafe to the bathroom in your bedroom. you closed and locked your bedroom door, preventing caleb from seeing anything potentially traumatic.

you started a bath, then reached for rafe's shirt. his eyes popped open and he caught your wrist before it could touch him, squeezing it tight. his eyes gazed at you.

that action concerned you.

"it's just me, rae," you said softly. he let go of your hand. "it's just me."

he coughed wetly and nodded. he stood up, stumbling. you instantly got up, giving him something to brace on. you leaned rafe against the wall. his eyes were glassy and dazed.

"can i help you?" you asked.

"yeah." rafe whispered, gulping.

together, you unbuttoned his peter millar button down. he stepped out of his loafers. you went to his belt, looking up at him for permission. he gave you a nod. you unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants. you helped him step out of his pants and underwear. you turned the handle on the bathtub, stopping the flow of water. you helped rafe get into the tub, helping him settle into the water. he let out a pleased groan, blue eyes gazing lazily at you.

"you still smell like cookies," he mumbled, a smirk on his face. " like the snickerdoodles my mom used to make when i was a kid." you give rafe a towel and a curt grin.

"thank you." you respond, grabbing your body wash.

rafe's lip trembles before he begins to cry. you frown. he cried like you've never seen before.

"i relapsed," he confessed. your heart sank. that's why he was so different. he was using again. "i'm sorry for everything, baby."

"let's talk about this in the morning, rafe." you tried to redirect, lifting up his arms. soap suds scented like vanilla cleansed rafe's muscular form.

"i can't. i cant. i have to tell you how sorry i am." he cried even harder, his body racking with sobs. you shushed him.

"you're going to wake caleb and violet," you hushed him. he sniffled.

"it started as topper and kelce saying they just wanted to meet up again," rafe spoke clearly, his eyes on you. you kept your eyes on his body, focused on washing him. "i met up with them for drinks at the bar. i told them i stopped drinking hard liquor and was sticking to beers and seltzers. they called me a pussy and accepted my decision. i didn't think anything of it." rafe was clear yet slightly impaired, retelling the events.

"but every time, after kelce got me my second or so beer, i started to feel weird. like i couldn't control my body. i blacked out but still woke up next to you that morning. so, i thought nothing of it, chalking it up to me just not being able to handle my liquor like i used to. but there were blurs of a girl in my memories of those nights- i just thought it was my brain playing tricks on me. i prayed it wasn't real."

you listened intently. "then, one morning i get a text from ruthie, with a pictures of her on top of me, kissing me, me kissing her and touching her. me beside her, holding her in the backseat of cars. she told to come out again one more night and she wouldn't tell anyone that i was cheating on you."

you felt sick hearing those words. rafe caught your expression, which made him more and more upset. he began to cry again. you continued to wash his body.

"i went out. i was angry. i drank a water from the bartender and it happened again. i woke up and drove home and y'all weren't there. i-i-i thought they had hurt you guys. i called around until someone said they said the rover leaving the outer banks."

your eyes welled. rafe wiped his eyes. "i knew i was fucked then. i don't know why i defended her. i-i-i didn't know what to do. if i told anyone they'd just assume i was fucking weak. so i just accepted it. i had been played. i was going to lose everything."

you held rafe as he sobbed in your shoulder. you pulled away and pushed his hair back, kissing his forehead.

"i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry." rafe repeated. you shushed him and pulled the plug on the bathtub.

"i know, baby. i know. i'm sorry this happened to you," you apologized, rubbing his back. "why didn’t you just flat out tell me what happened?”

your husband stood up with your assistance. he was quiet.

"i didn't want to embarrass you."

that sentence destroyed you. you felt awful. you looked up at him in disbelief.

"rafe, i never meant for you to feel like you couldn't come to me. if anything, i want you to tell me everything." you told him, touching his face. he leaned into you touch.

"i know that now." rafe answered. you grabbed a towel from the linen closet and helped him dry off. he ran his hands over your curls, playing with a particularly blonde piece from old highlights you had.

"shit, i don't think you have any pajamas here." you cursed. rafe’s face turned red.

"i know i have boxers in the top drawer." rafe recalled, his voice raw. he leaned against the towel rack.

"okay. stay here." you ventured to the dresser. you searched through the top drawer, searching for the underwear. you found them, turning around to see rafe relying on the threshold of the bathroom doorway for support.

"rafe! i told you to stay there!" you whisper scolded.

"i didn't want you to have to walk far," rafe attempted to reason. you groaned, helping him put on his boxers. your husband towered over your five eight frame, so his leaning on you was more over him swallowing you up. nevertheless, your experience in healthcare gave you a leg up in helping people larger than you. you handed him a toothbrush and supervising him brushing his teeth. he rinsed, and went back to leaning on to you.

you helped rafe over to the bed and pulled the covers over him. you then shed your now sweaty pajamas to put on another pair. rafe watched you the entire time. you went over to the door, unlocking it for caleb. you joined rafe in the bed, turning your body to not face his.

"i understand if you want to get a divorce. please, just don't take caleb and violet from me." rafe broke the silence.

you flipped over. rafe's eyes watered. your hand went to his face. you leaning onto your elbow, the moonlight illuminating your sepia skin.

"i love you, rafe. i married you through sickness and in health, through the good, and the bad," you spoke, your thumb caressing his cheek. “i’m not going to give up on us when the going gets tough.”

rafe leaned forward. you leaned back, thinking he was going for a kiss. instead, he grabbed your hand, kissing it. he held it while he drifted to sleep. you allowed rafe to rest his head on your stomach. he continued to hold your hand close. you ran your fingers through his hair as you slept peacefully for the first time in two weeks.

"i love you so much, y/n cameron." rafe whispered, watching you sleep. his thumbs caressed your hips, his own eyes becoming heavy.

you woke up an hour later, sweating bullets. your pajamas were giving you hell, quite literally. you shed the cotton shirt and pants, sighing at the touch of your clammy skin on the cold sheets. you glanced at the clock. it was two a.m. you groaned under your breath. rafe sat up, opening his eyes groggily. his eyes opened wider at the sight of you partially naked.

"you've started doing pilates again." he murmured, sitting up on his haunches. rafe bit his lip.

"no funny business. that door is unlocked." you advised, knowing damn well you wanted him too. your eyes landed on rafe's calvins, his bulge protruding deliciously. rafe was on the prowl. he layed next to you on his side, your lips dangerously close to his.

"i missed you like my lungs miss oxygen," rafe confessed. "i missed your laugh, your sweet little smile, your voice, your eyes, your scent. i miss your skin, i missed your witty comebacks." one of rafe's hands went back to your hair, tucking a stray curl behind your ear.

"i missed how long you take to do the coils of your hair, i missed the scent of the edge control you use, i missed your yawns, i missed our children and their giggles. i longed to again breathe the same air as you." rafe impassioned.

"i'm going to get help," he said finally. "i want to be better for you. for caleb. for violet. forever." your hand went to his chest, running your fingers down his abdomen. he shuddered. he watched quietly as your fingers dipped lower and lower, teasing the waistband of his boxers. he was painfully erect.

his eyes met yours, his tanned face glowing in the moonlight. you could no longer resist. you closer the distance between you two. the kiss was searing and heavy, rafe's hand flying to one of your breasts. he needed the flesh, making you moan in his mouth. that allowed for him to slip his tongue inside, quickly dominating the kiss.

you pulled away, rafe taking the opportunity to attach his lips to your neck.

"baby, wait. you're going to make-" you warned as it quite literally came true. milk began to dribble from your breasts as rafe played with them.

rafe chuckled, leaving your neck to lick the breast milk off his hands. you had to have rafe this instant.

you began to rut your hips, rubbing your body against rafe's boner. he moaned, taking you into another kiss, climbing on top of you. you don't break the kiss and take his hands to the waist band of your panties. rafe pulls them down with haste. rafe shoves his boxers down. you spread your legs, allowing him to slot himself between them. you whimper when his fingers spread your heat.

"i know, honey. i know." he comforted, pecking your lips. carefully, you grasped his length. rafe groaned through his lips, silencing his moans so he wouldn't wake your sleeping young children. your hand tenderly around his girthy tip. you lined his cock up with your dripping cunt. rafe's head dropped to where your bodies were about to meet. rafe pushed his hips forward. your bodies met perfectly; there was no greater pleasure. you pulled rafe to you to muffle the moan you wanted to let out. rafe began to push his length inside of you, kissing you hard. his hips waned and crashed slowly, rocking right into your g-spot. he expertly used his hips to grind into your clit. this wasn't fucking; this was making love.

your hands gripped his dirty blonde locks, then fell to his back. you dug your nails into the hard muscle, giving rafe a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure. just how he liked it. you could hear your arousal covering his cock everytime he moved his hips. his strokes were slow and deep, yet brutal. you were close; your pussy started to suffocate his cock, squeezing it tight.

rafe pulled away from the messy kiss.

"baby, where do you want me?" rafe whispered, his voice shaking from passion.

"inside," you mouthed, barely able to speak from the pleasure.

there is was— your pussy pulsed as you climaxed, your back arching off of the bed. your body convulsed. rafe watched you cum, his own release not far behind. your juices splashed both of you.

"oh fuck," rafe gritted through his teeth, cumming inside of your womb, painting your gummy walls. he continued to thrust until you were both sensitive. he pulled out, both of you wincing at the lost of contact. rafe picked you up with ease, carrying the both of you to the bathroom.

he placed you on the bathroom sink, grabbing a towel to clean you both up. sweat rolled between the valley of your boobs and down rafe's back.

"thank god caleb didn't burst up in here." you whispered, making rafe laugh.

"i know. i was silently praying he would not cockblock me for once." he joked. you hit him lightly in the ribs.

"ow!" he feigned hurt.

"hey, that's our baby! he just got that big boy bed." you defended your son.

"aw. i guess him sleeping with us ain't that bad. especially when he comes and sleeps on my chest like he used to when he was a baby." rafe reminisced while running a towel under warm water.

"ugh, he was the sweetest little thing. and he'd look up at you and just smile," you recalled, making rafe grin. "our caleb drew."

"our caleb drew," rafe repeated, taking a towel to your boobs. you melted into the warm towel.

"sorry honey, you're still leaking." rafe said smugly. milk ran down your boobs. you flicked his head.

"boy, shut up." you grinned. rafe smiled. he took the towel down you body to your vagina, cleaning the mess you guys made. he cleaned himself, then threw the towel into the dirty clothes hamper. he planted a gentle kiss on your lips.

you got off the bathroom counter, walking to the dresser. you put on a tank top and a pair of shorts, then tossed rafe a pair of underwear and shorts. rafe fetched a new set of sheets and replaced the old ones. the two of you climbed back into your bed, renewed and tired. rafe again laid his head on your stomach as you massaged his back, falling back into sleep.

through your sleep, you felt a small body climb beside you and rafe. you felt rafe's body lift off of yours. secretly, you cracked open your eyes. a stuffed koala was right beside your head. you pushed it over a bit. your ovaries melted at the sight. you watched rafe put caleb on his chest. caleb's eyes blinked slowly, falling back asleep. his small hands reached out for something. his koala. you reach for the stuffed animal, putting it next to caleb. unconsciously, he grabs it, a small smile appearing on his face.

you felt a strong arm pull you close. rafe held you close to him. you rested your head on his chest, falling back into blissful rest. he placed a kiss on your hairline.

you woke up in the bed alone. you sat up, stretching your back. you yawned and began to search for your family. you walked to the bathroom to relieve yourself, noticing dirty blonde locks on the floor. you dodged the hair as you washed your hands, leaving the room to find a broom.

you walked down the hallway, following the sound of giggles and the smell of breakfast. you entered the kitchen.

there, you found rafe with his hair completely buzzed, serving violet and caleb french toast and fruit.

"mama!" violet exclaimed joyfully, kicking her feet.

"hey vi!" you covered her little face with kisses, making the baby smile.

"good morning, mama," rafe teased, walking over to you, a pair of blue jeans low on his hips.

"good morning, daddy." you played along, making rafe smirk. you wrapped your arms around his torso until you felt a piece of hard plastic. your face contorted in confusion. your hand felt out the object.

"rafe cameron, is that a—" you began to reprimand your husband before he interrupted.

"handled some business, that's all." rafe said placidly. as if on cue, the news came on the tv.

"breaking news: a young woman is deceased after being shot by two young men. the victim, nineteen-year-old ruthie-“

you let go of rafe, looking up at him. he focused his vision on the tv. you knew you felt him leave the bed.

“the murder happened early this morning at approximately around 4 am. the suspects got into an argument at the victim’s figure eight home, which later escalated. witnesses heard the sound of a broken door, fighting, screaming and then four gunshots. the suspects were found after their dna was found at the crime scene. the weapon has yet to have been recovered. outer banks police arrested twenty year old topper thornton and kelc-“

rafe caressed your back. he kissed your forehead. you grabbed the remote and changed the tv to bluey. you gestured for rafe to bend down. he smiled and you gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

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sparklingpaintwater · 2 months ago

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i’m thinking of doing a part three to the rafe story. what do y’all think ?

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sparklingpaintwater · 2 months ago

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"Nick's mother, Sel's mother, mine. How many mothers has the order taken?"

👩🏿‍🍼👩🏻‍🍼👩🏼‍🍼

"Mothers, gone. Mothers, taken. Mothers, lost."

Happy (early) Mother's Day to Faye, Natasia, and Anna with their little ones 💕

The amazing artist: @marf244 thank you so much for making these!!

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sparklingpaintwater · 2 months ago

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@chromeheartsbaby @asgard23 @qversazex

here y’all go!

we really could’ve been living young, wild, and free

pairing | rafe cameron x black!fem!reader

warnings | cursing, kids?, marriage, adultery, violence (hoes are getting slapped), the pogues, r*thie mentioned

you woke up to violet crying. you sat up and glanced at the analog clock on the wall: 4:08. groaning, you stretched over caleb to pick her up. she was hungry, most likely. you were trying to wean her off of breastfeeding, but because of the night's events, you just let her. you patted her back to soothe her whimpers. you heard a knock on the front door that you knew could only come from your sister-in-law, sarah cameron.

you shuffled exhaustedly to the front door, disarming the alarm, and unlocking the door. sarah, pope, and kiara stood in front of you, blankets, flowers, and food in their hands.

you let them in. it was almost comical how they were able to find these items at this hour. "how the hell did y'all manage to get this shit?" you whispered as kiara put everything down to give you a hug.

"pope made some lasagna yesterday and i made you all some breakfast before we left. john b picked the flowers from the garden as soon i told him the news." sarah explained, enclosing you as well. pope joined in, giving you a kiss on the head. you and pope were cousins removed. his aunt married your uncle but divorced when pope was nine and you were eleven. still, you managed to stay close and still affectionately call each other family. they let go of you.

violet fell asleep on your breast. you unlatched her and allowed her to lay her head on your shoulder. the three young adults watched you as if you were made of glass. “thank you guys for coming,” you fixed your shirt, squirming under their gaze. you felt pitiful in front of them.

"um, there's bedrooms down that hall. i'm going to try and sleep a bit more if vi lets me. y'all fill free to invite jj and john b in the morning," you said softly. more tears fell down your face.

"come 'ere," kiara consoled, sarah taking violet from you so kiara could hold you tight. sarah and pope went to put violet back down to sleep. you let out an anguished scream in kiara's shoulder, muffling the shrill noise. you cried as hard as you possibly could, your chest burning from the lack of air you had from the sobs. every single moment you had with rafe was tainted after the view of that video. from your wedding to your anniversaries, stained with the haunting idea of his lips, his hands, being on another woman. the physical manifestation of his vows to be loyal to you and only you were tarnished when his left hand graced her skin.

kiara gently rubbed your back, repeating the mantra "i've got you." you used to babysit kiara when you were a preteen. hell, you guided her through most of her life. she was the one who introduced you to rafe when she was visiting sarah's house in their early high school years. you held kiara's hand when she cried about falling out with sarah cameron. and now she was holding you as everything you knew about your husband fell apart. eventually, your cries turned into small whimpers, and you faded back into sleep.

you woke up on the couch, hearing kipper the dog play on the tv. you sit up, seeing caleb play with violet on the carpet in front of you. you place your feet on the ground and crawl to join them. "hey guys, good morning!" you greet, clearing your throat of the hoarseness it had. didn't help, but it made it sound better.

"hi mommy!" caleb grinned, pushing a toy car across the floor. violet played with her brother, attempting to push the small cars along with him.

"where are sarah, kie, and pope?" you questioned, picking up a green car to play with them.

caleb continued playing. "they went to go shopping and told me to watch vivi." your son said simply. of course they thought a six year old could watch a toddler. you rolled your eyes.

"i'll talk to them about that later. i'll be right back. are you hungry?" you questioned, getting off the carpet to go to the bedroom.

"yes ma'am!" caleb responded loudly. you picked up your phone and turned it on. instantly, your phone buzzed. twenty missed calls from rafe. four voicemails. twenty text messages.

"okay baby. here i come!" you called back. you opened the first voice message.

"hey honey. where are you? where are the babies? call me back, sweetheart."

"y/n, i'm getting worried. did something happen?"

"y/n, why did you leave your ring here? i'm getting scared. is everything okay? please call me."

"y/n, please call me. baby, i'm worried. i'm going to call around to see if anyone's seen you. are caleb and violet with you? please call me, honey. i'm worried sick."

rafe was frantic in his last message, you could hear his footsteps pacing the oak wood floors in the house.

you re-entered the living room, picking up violet to put her in the high chair you left at this house. caleb found a seat next to her in a dining chair as you went to the kitchen to warm up the food the pogues made for you all.

you opened the tupperware to find eggs, waffles, and bacon. you warmed the food, put it in the the appropriate plates for the kids. you served caleb and violet, supervising them. you couldn't bring yourself to eat. just then, you heard another knock. a different knock than sarah’s.

you got up and glanced through the peephole. it was your cheating husband standing outside, purple bags under his eyes. he hadn't slept. good.

you opened the door. rafe sighed with relief, trying to embrace you. "baby," he said, walking forward. you put a hand up, and stepping outside of the house. you closed the door behind you. rafe stared at you, confused. crack! you slapped him with all of your might. your hand stung from the impact. rafe stumbled back. his face had a red handprint stamped on it. a small trail of blood leaked out of his nose.

"what the-why did you slap me?" rafe snapped, looking at you incredulously.

you scoffed. "why did i slap you? you have some fucking nerve."

"i have some nerve? i come home, you aren't there, our kids aren't there, your car is gone, and you don't answer the damn phone? on top of that you're in columbia without a soul knowing!" rafe spat, walking up to you aggressively.

"did you forget about your night with ruthie?" you retorted. the color drained from rafe's face.

"yeah. i'm up at two a.m., waking up in a pool of sweat because i didn't feel your body next to mine. then i get a video from an unknown number of you making out with ruthie," you continue with bile in your speech. rafe's eyes widen. "how long?"

"w-what?" rafe muttered, shocked.

"i ask you something now you fucking choke up. how long have you been cheating on me, motherfucker?!" you bellowed. you couldn't contain your wrath. "you could at least tell me how long you've been sleeping in her bed, staying out late, something!"

rafe tongued his cheek. he couldn’t make eye contact with you. "two months." he mumbled, embarrassed. you chuckled coldly. your eyes began to betray you, hot tears sliding down your cheeks.

"get the fuck out of my sight." you told him. rafe stood there, tears in his eyes.

"what about us?" rafe asked dejectedly.

"what about us! you decided to let that go out the window when you started seeing that bitch. and your shitty friends kept it from me too. so fuck them too." you seethed, pointing a finger in his chest.

"you don't have to talk about her like that." rafe puttered.

you laughed bitterly. “she can go to hell. and so can you. fuck you, rafe." you barked.

" y/n-"

"nah. you don't get to ‘y/n’ me. you made a promise- to our kids, to God, to me! and you broke it. for her. you told me not to worry and i trusted you. i fucking trusted you. and this is what i fucking get,” you shouted, crying. “i wanted to grow old with you. i wanted to watch our children grow together and become parents themselves. i wanted to retire with you. i quit my fucking life for you. for you.

“all you had to do was stay faithful. and i guess that was too damn hard for you.”

tears escaped from rafe's eyes.

"i'm sorry." he whispered.

"i'm sorry for having high expectations for you. leave. now." you couldn’t yell anymore. you knew you had already alerted caleb with your yelling by this point.

"can i at least see the kids?" rafe choked out, his voice wavering.

"i'll think about it." sniffling, you crossed your arms.

“baby, please. i’m sorry. please, i-i-i made a mistake. it was stupid-”

“save it, rafe. i could give two shits. get out of my sight.” you demanded, pointing to the gate. you began to go back into the house.

rafe tried to approach you. he was desperate. he grabbed your arm to stop you.

“please-“

you whipped around, swinging a perfect right hook to his jaw. it connected, knocking rafe off his equilibrium, causing him to fall onto the gravel driveway.

rafe groaned, writing on the rocks. it pained you to see him like that. but you knew if you helped him up, you would forgive him. so you turned around and went back into the house, locking the door behind you. caleb ran up to you, noticing your puffy, irritated eyes.

“mama? you okay?” he questioned. you bent down to his level and hugged your son. he hugged you back as tight as his small frame would allow. you picked him up and walked to violet’s highchair, scooping her up as well. violet babbled happily, chanting “dada.”

“i heard daddy. is he here?” caleb inquired, one of his little hands on your face.

“let’s take a nap, yeah?” you suggested, dodging the question. caleb nodded his head sleepily. you put them down for a nap, closing the door behind you. you sighed heavily. all you could do was stare at your wedding picture framed on the wall, your worst nightmare playing our right in front of your eyes. sliding down the wall, you plopped down onto the cool hardwood flooring. you pulled your phone from your pocket and immediately got to work. you emailed your lawyer, demanding a gag order on the club that rafe and ruthie were in, making sure that they couldn’t release the footage themselves. you would be damned than let the public know that rafe cameron cheated on you. you turned your phone off and went back to staring at the picture.

you were now completely numb.

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sparklingpaintwater · 2 months ago

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omg y’all thank you for interacting w my first post! i’m shocked by how well it did y’all are too sweet!

part two should be up by tomorrow, i think. i have a birthday party for one of my friends tonight 😛

#black fem writer

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sparklingpaintwater · 2 months ago

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sometimes i regret the night i put that ring on

pairing | rafe cameron x black! fem! reader

warnings | cursing, mentions of sex, kids?, marriage, adultery, possible violence (the night is still young)

you had been up pacing for hours after you put caleb and violet down for bed. rafe had yet to come home. usually by this hour, he would slip into bed after a fresh shower, holding you close after a long day at work. but you didn’t feel his warmth tonight, and that terrified you.

you picked up your phone from the dresser, noticing a message from a random number: a video. your worry increased. who was this? curious, you opened the message and a wave of nausea took over you. it was a video of rafe and ruthie making out at a club, messily and hungrily. he smacked her ass and kissed on her neck. ruthie smiled at the camera, smirking smugly. kelce and topper cheering along like the idiots they were.

another message sent.

"guess he got tired of playing house with a homebody 🤷‍♀️," the message read.

you ran to the toilet and vomited, gags making your body tremor. sweat drenched your pajamas. you didn't want to wake up the kids, so you silently sobbed on the floor until you couldn't. the heartbreak was quickly replaced with pure rage. you recalled the day you got married to rafe.

the photographer snapped pictures of the two of you together.

"you better not fucking embarrass me." you asserted, looking up at him.

rafe chuckled with confusion. "what do you mean?"

you grabbed his face, acting as if you were being affectionate. then you dug your acrylics in his face and squeezed. rafe hissed. "you know what the fuck i mean." he gazed at you. you examined his face. “i want to be together until we grow old. i’m only in this life for you.” he replied, bending down the place a binding kiss to your lips. your hands caressed the spots were your dug your fingers into his face. “you promise?” you said, voice cracking. he wiped a tear that fell down your cheek. “i promise, baby. i promise.” he swore, kissing you again.

you wiped your tears and got off the floor. you brushed your teeth to get rid of the sickly taste on your tongue and left the bathroom. you began to pack clothes for a long excursion, making sure you grabbed all your most valuable items- and some of rafe’s as well. then, you went to the childrens’ rooms, packing them clothes. caleb, you and rafe’s six-year-old, rubbed his eyes at the sight of his closet light.

“mommy?” he rasped, sitting up.

you turned and gave him a weak smile. “hey cay,” you whispered, pausing the packing to comfort him. “we’re going to go travel for while. how does that sound?”

“is daddy coming?” caleb asked innocently. the anger bubbled inside your belly as you tried to conceal the venom you felt towards your cheating spouse.

“no. he’s going to stay here. how about you go pick out some snacks for you and sissy, okay?” you redirected.

“okay.” caleb climbed out of his bed and walked to the kitchen to find snacks to take.

you finished packing caleb’s stuff, then went to violet’s room. you packed violet’s bag, continuing to let the fifteen month old rest. you passed caleb in the kitchen to put the bags in the car, then went back in the house to get violet.

“bear, it’s time to go. got enough snacks?” you questioned, looking at your beautiful son with arms full of snacks and juice for himself and his sister.

you smiled, but all you could think of was how easy it was for rafe to betray this sweet face. to break this family apart for an outsider. caleb looked just like rafe. from his blue eyes and strong nose, he couldn’t deny that little boy. but he was playful and determined just like you. you glanced at violet, fast asleep on your shoulder. she was the perfect mix of you and rafe, from her corkscrew curls and big eyes to her quiet and investigative nature like her father.

how could rafe do that to his own family?

“i’m ready,” caleb took you from your reverie as you handed him a tote bag. he put the snacks in there and grasped your hand to walk out the garage door. “which car, mama?”

“the land rover, baby,” you told him. it was your wedding present from ward.

“go get in your seat.” you instructed, your son obediently following directions. you made sure violet was properly strapped into her own, then checked caleb’s work. you kissed your kids on their foreheads, then walked back into your home. memories flooded your mind: rafe carrying you in through the threshold; your first night in the house; your first housewarming party; finding out you were pregnant with caleb; bringing home him from the hospital; caleb’s first steps; finding out you were pregnant with violet. your chest burned with agony. you took off your ring and the matching necklace with an ‘r’ on it, and left the house.

you opened the garage and exited the driveway. you drove to columbia, arriving at your family home. you went inside with the kids and put them back to bed. you unpacked and called sarah. she picked up on the second ring.

“hello?” sarah answered groggily.

“hey sar,” you answered dejectedly.

“hey. is everything okay? you sound different.” she said, concern laced in her voice. you fell apart like a dam. you could barely speak. grief drowned you.

“your brother- he cheated on me. with ruthie.” you managed to answer between debilitating sobs.

sarah’s line went radio silent.

“i’m on the way. trying to get some rest.” sarah said. the phone hung up.

you walked into the hallway and collapsed onto the owner’s suite bed, right beside your kids. your phone rang. you glanced at the picture. rafe cameron’s name appeared. you turned your phone off and went to sleep.

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