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Rafe Cameron in every episode of Outer Banks — 2.10 'The Coastal Venture'

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Baby boy

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Tol boi💖

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it's giving grumpy!rafe and sunshine!reader trope 🥴

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Heyy!

Can you do a rafe cameron x reader fluff where she gets made fun of by some girls at the country club and rafe overhears and helps her?

Take your time and thx!

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

a/n : thanks sm for the request 💕💕💕 sorry i took forever !!! hope you enjoy!

masterlist / latest rafe fic / ao3

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there were all sorts of talk about you and rafe cameron spreading around the country club.

everytime you went out to drop off an order at a table, you’d hear whispers of your name and feel heavy glares being burnt onto the back of your uniform.

you knew that the people were gonna talk. you were the kook-kings new girl and that was enough to rile up every girl in the obx, especially since you were a pogue.

the sharp voice of your boss pulled you out of your trance as you washed some dirty dishes.

“hey, y/n! switch places with jere at the bar so he can go on break.”

fuck

that was the last thing you needed today and might as well been your last straw. of course he had to switch you to the bar ten minutes before the end of your shift. you internally groan at his words, whilst putting forth your best country-club smile and pushing past the trap door.

the second you walk out you’re ushered over by a high pitched girl from the corner of the bar. great. of course it’s the assholes from school calling for you.

“hey, yoo-hoo! we need some refills over here.”

you hurry over to the group and forced greeting “how may i help?” you ask with a fiegned sweetnsss to your voice, silently praying under your breath that they won’t order anything too complex.

you definitely jinxed yourself.

“can we get 6 spicy margs with extra spice?”

you can’t help the disappointed sigh that escapes you- it’s probably going to take you past the end of your shift to finish mixing that many drinks.

it seems like your dissatisfaction is apparent to them, because the girl in the middle, bianca, you think, cocks her head to her left and pouts.

“is there a problem? you do realize this is your job right?”

you’re taken aback by her comment, even though it shouldn’t surpise you. she’s been kildare’s self appointed queen bee since elementary. her words aren’t very out of the ordinary for her, but they still sting at your chest.

another one scoffs, shrugging a shoulder as she combs her fingers through her freshly balayaged hair. “i know it’s hard for you pogues to be on your feet and work for your money, but what’s the point of the paycheck if you can’t even do your job enthusiastically?”

your clench your fist at your side, digging your fingernails into your palm while biting your tounge. you try not to make it seem like they’re getting to you, but you know by the burning feeling on your cheeks that your body is betraying you.

“so 6 spicy margaritas?” you attempt to end their shaming of you by clarifying the order, but they totally ignore you, continuing on with their degradation.

“really, y/n. if you want the tips you should at least act happy to be at your job.”

happy was the last thing you were feeling at the moment.

“i’ll take that into-“ you voice cracks in the middle of your sentence, your frustration catching up to you. suddenly, you feel small, small like you’re the size of the fire ants that strut over the ground; even smaller. “consideration.” you finish, muttering the last word.

you make to turn on your heel and start on the drinks, yet you hear your name fall from one of their lips once again. you try to focus on pouring the alcohol increments correctly, but you can’t stop yourself from tuning into what they have to say about you.

“i bet she’s gonna leave rafe the second she drains his bank account.”

“please; rafe will leave her once he finally realizes he deserves way better than a pogue. just a matter of time.”

the conversation just keeps getting worse, to the point you almost drop the marghertis as you carry them over towards them.

you let out a somewhat relieved sigh when you see rafe walking over towards the counter, twirling his car keys on his pointer finger.

“hiii rafe.” bianca says, her voice drippping with desperation that almost makes you gag. rafe acts as though she were on mute, completely ignoring her while he beelined in your direction.

he leans against the bar, offering a smile that’s reserved for just you “hey baby,” rafe greets. “ready to go home?”

“yea. let me just grab my stuff and i’ll be out quick.” you reply, quietly as you finish wiping down your work area.

rafe notices your hushed tone and your upset mood without you having to announce it; you have that angry look in your eyes and your skin is flushed scarlet with your jaw it taut. something’s up.

he watches as you trudge out the door and slightly juts out his lip in a small pout, wondering what’s going on with you right now. usually you’re all cheerful and happy when he comes to pick you up from work.

“of course y/n needs rafe to rescue her from work.“ his ears capture the annoying voice of one of the girls gathered together at the corner of the bar. he turns around, looking at them with his brow furrowed in disgust.

“god, i don’t know how he deals with he-“

“what’d you just say?” rafe pushes himself off the counter and stomps his way towards them, giving them all a glare made of steel. the girls all tense in their seats, voices piping down as they just look at him.

of course fucking bianca’s the one to open her mouth to try and respond. rafe doesn’t even give her the opportunity to say something, cutting her off before she can’t even start. “keep that mouth shut. especially if your gonna talk shut about my girl.” he threatens, eyes shooting daggers at her.

just then, you appear from the corner and rafe walks away from them, possessively wrapping an arm over you shoulder, pressing a firm kiss to your forhead and then your lips. “let’s get out of here, huh?” he whispers against your lips and you reply nod, giving him a small smile before you bring your fingers to interlock with his which rests by your bicep.

you can’t help the giggle which falls from you as he mutters a pointed comment towards the girls while you walk past them- loud enough that you’re sure they heard.

they definitely will be keeping their mouths shut from now on.

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Tanny Hill

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: With everyone out of Tanny Hill, you and Rafe have the perfect excuse to use the full home and all its facilities to your benefit.

A/N: Sooo @starkeyobx and I bingewatched the whole of OBX3 in one day and this is the first piece of writing I put together after, based on her idea. So I hope you love it but there’s loads more fics to come! 😊😊

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking, a bit of danger, exhibitionism

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Rafe Cameron in every episode of Outer Banks — 2.02 'The Heist'

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He was so boyfriend here <3

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Rafe Cameron in every episode of Outer Banks — 2.03 'Prayers'

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favorite girl - rafe cameron

summary: topper makes you cry involuntarily and rafe isn't happy about it. not one bit.

pairing: grumpy!rafe x sunshine!reader

warning: none

"stay here and don't move." rafe tells you and you follow the motion of his finger with your eyes, letting a giggle escape your lips.

rafe doubted that in your drunken state you understood what he said but he had to talk to someone. and he didn't want to get you involved in his mess.

he gave topper a pointed look. it was an unspoken rule between the two that when rafe wasn't around, topper had to make sure you were safe.

"why don't you sit down?" topper patted the sofa of the slightly dimmed room, prompting you to sit down.

you shook your head. rafe told you to not move from where you were standing. good girls listened to what they're told. and rafe says you're his good girl.

"can't." you manage to mutter. eyes watering at the idea of disobeying your boyfriend.

"what's the matter?" topper asked you, worried when he saw your sad face "are you hurt?"

he got up from his seat to check if you had any bruises. rafe would definitely kill him if he found out you got hurt.

you shook your head once again, wiping away a stray tear.

when topper touched your arm to get you to sit down, you pulled away and started to sniff louder.

you only had a tiny bit of alcohol that kelce sneaked you when rafe wasn't watching and yet you were so gone.

you just couldn't bear the idea of disappointing rafe.

when topper saw more tears coming out of your eyes, he panicked, sweating cold.

what was he supposed to do? usually you were so bubbly. yes, you tended to cry for silly things but rafe always knew what to say to make you feel better.

topper was never good at consoling people.

"oh shit, don't cry. rafe will be so pissed." the moment he let out these words, he regretted opening his mouth.

"he's mad at me?" you managed to whisper between your broken sobs. oh no, rafe is mad at me. i've been a bad girl.

a deep and familiar voice pulled you out of your train of thoughts.

"what the fuck is going on, topper?" rafe placed a hand on your waist and pulled you closer.

he wiped away your tears with his calloused hands and turned his attention to you "are you okay, bub?"

"don't be mad at me, please." your voice broke, choking on your own tears.

"hey," rafe said more firmly "i'm not mad at you, baby. look at me, now."

you glanced up and met his worried eyes.

"but topper said." you started and it was then that you noticed him trying to walk away.

from the menacing stare he received from rafe, he knew that he wouldn't get away with it easily.

last time he made you cry by accident rafe made him eat dirt. what would it be this time? grass?

"listen, i didn't mean to make her cry. it was a misunderstanding. right?" he averted his gaze from rafe to you.

you nodded your head even though you didn't really comprehend the situation.

rafe was about to say something else when you pulled his hand to have his full attention.

"i didn't move, rafey. stayed here like you told you." you gave him the sweetest smile, eyes still a little bit teary "am i a good girl?"

rafe pulled you closer, placing a kiss on your forehead before whispering "you're always my best girl, sweetheart."

"and don't try to walk away, im not done with you." yes, topper was utterly doomed.

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Another day, another man I’m willing to die for

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drew’s photo shoot with wonderland is my reason for living

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never disrespect a girl who was there for you when she had every reason not to be

- takethisride

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“Standing alone is better than standing with someone who doesn’t value you.”

— Unknown