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Ahhh, I love CEO!Rafe!!

Mrs. Cameron || CEO!Rafe Cameron x wife!reader

Summary: Rafe’s assistant denying you entry into his office because not knowing who you are until Rafe steps in and sets her straight.

Warnings: none!!

Word count: 1,390

MASTERLIST (CEO!Rafe au masterlist)

You didn’t normally come to Rafe’s office unannounced. It wasn’t that you weren’t welcome—far from it. You had full access: your own keycard, your own car space in the underground garage, and even your name subtly engraved on the leather lounge in his office—a quiet little anniversary surprise he’d arranged months ago. But today, you just wanted to see your husband.

No planning, no calls. Just drop by with his favourite green smoothie and maybe sit on his lap while he went over a quarterly report. A simple surprise. You stepped into the sleek, marbled lobby of Cameron Development , nodded at the security guard who gave you a warm “Mrs. Cameron” and made your way to the private elevator that led straight to the executive floor.

You even texted him: “Coming up. Missed you.”

But when the elevator doors dinged open to the 52nd floor, and you stepped out into the minimalist, glass-walled space, something felt off. Your arrival wasn’t met with the usual warmth. Instead, it was met wit hesitation. A woman stood from behind the sleek reception desk—polished and pretty, with a high-neck blouse and perfectly curled hair that hadn’t moved all day.

“Excuse me,” she said crisply. “This floor is for senior executive staff only. If you’re lost, I can escort you back downstairs.” You blinked. “I’m not lost. I’m just here to see Rafe.” Her lips thinned. “Mr. Cameron is in a meeting. I can take your name and number and have his assistant reach out to you.”

Your brow furrowed. “You are his assistant.” She tilted her head slightly. “I’m Mr. Cameron’s executive assistant.” The emphasis was hard to miss—clipped, cold, and entirely unapologetic. You held your smoothie a little tighter, a little annoyed now, but still calm. “Right. I’m his wife.” There was a pause.

The woman gave you a once-over—your low heels, the silk blouse you’d knotted at your waist, the expensive-but-soft curls, and the bare face you hadn’t bothered to dress up. Clearly, she hadn’t gotten the memo. She folded her arms. “I don’t see your name on his calendar.” You smiled tightly. “I don’t need to be on his calendar to kiss my husband. Kindly move.”

Before she could respond, the familiar click of a glass door echoed through the hallway—and then there he was. Rafe. Suit jacket unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to the forearms, his white shirt crisp against sun-kissed skin. A Rolex flashed at his wrist with every step he took, confident and direct, like the whole damn floor belonged to him. Which, of course, it did.

“Hey baby.” Your whole body softened at the sight of him. But the warmth in his eyes vanished the second he registered the tension in the room. His strides were long, purposeful, as he crossed the floor to you. “What’s going on?” “I was just explaining to this woman—” the assistant began, but Rafe cut her off with a glance so sharp it could split wood.

He turned fully to you, stepping into your space, hands resting low on your hips. “You okay?” You nodded, suddenly self-conscious. “She wouldn’t let me through. Didn’t know who I was.” Rafe’s jaw ticked. His eyes flicked back to the assistant. “You didn’t know who my wife was?”

“I haven’t met her before,” the assistant said defensively, straightening her blouse like she was still trying to salvage her authority. “She didn’t have an appointment—” “She doesn’t need an appointment.” Rafe’s voice cut through the hallway like ice, low and controlled, the kind of calm that only meant a storm was about to hit.

You felt the air change around you, the heaviness of his presence anchoring you where you stood. “She’s my wife.” He stepped closer, eyes locked on the assistant like she’d just committed corporate treason. “It doesn’t matter if you’ve met her or not. You’re my assistant—you should know what my wife looks like.”

Then, with a sharper edge, he added, “Her picture is everywhere in my office. Framed on my desk. In the bookcase. Hell, it’s the lock screen on my phone. So what exactly are you not seeing?” The woman visibly faltered. “You don’t stop her. Ever,” Rafe added, voice like steel now, his hand sliding gently around your waist as contrast, possessive and steady. “Clear?”

The woman could only nod, lips pressed into a tight line, her earlier confidence vanishing under Rafe’s glare. He looked down at you. “Come on, sweetheart.” You followed him into his office, letting the doors shut behind you. The tension slipped off your shoulders the moment they did.

He pressed a kiss to your temple and helped you out of your coat, smoothing your hair with his fingers like he was grounding himself. “You good?” he murmured, thumb brushing your cheek. “I’m fine,” you said softly. “She just had a bit of an attitude.” Rafe’s lips curled in irritation. “Not anymore, she doesn’t.”

The next day you returned around noon, invited this time with a quick text from Rafe: “Come up when you’re free.”

But when the elevator doors opened again, the desk outside his office was empty. Not a trace of his assistant. No coffee mug left behind. No expensive perfume clouding the air. Just silence and the distant sound of Rafe’s voice on a call behind the smoked-glass doors.

You stepped in and waited a minute before he saw you through the glass and hung up quickly. “Hey, baby.” He tugged you inside again, arms around your waist before you even had a chance to sit. “You fired her?” you asked. “Damn right, I did.” You blinked. “Rafe—wasn’t that a bit extreme?” He pulled back slightly, eyes sharp and unwavering.

“No. My assistant has one job—manage my time, run point. But above all? She should know who the hell my wife is.” Your lips parted in protest but he shook his head. “No excuses. You’ve been on the cover of Forbes with me. Your photo’s in every investor deck, not to mention framed on my damn desk. If she didn’t know you, it means she didn’t care to do her job properly.”

You exhaled, still half-smiling. “You’re dramatic.” “I’m married,” he said simply, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “And I don’t tolerate people disrespecting my girl.” “So who’s your new assistant?” He grinned. “Haven’t hired one yet. Might just promote you.”

You scoffed. “No thanks. I like kissing you without scheduling it three days in advance.” “Mmm.” He nuzzled into your neck, breath hot against your skin. “I’ll pencil you in for a desk appointment anyway.” And just like that, your husband had you pressed into the edge of his billion-dollar desk, your name still engraved on the leather lounge behind you.

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cameronspecial · 4 days ago

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cameronspecial · 8 days ago

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Thank you so much!!! Love your writing!! You are doing a great job!!!

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cameronspecial · 19 days ago

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I’m not reading it bc I want it to be a surprise but I am so ready for this next part girlie pop!!!

Can’t wait for your masterpiece to return whenever you are able to get to it!!!

a little twin flames sneak peek anyone? 👀

going to the movies tonight so fingers crossed i can work on it once i get home 🤞🏻 i’ve missed writing for my babies!

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cameronspecial · 19 days ago

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Rafe's son being his mini me, treating his momma like a queen.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJSNxu-sMWb/?igsh=cHN5ZnBsd2RpMjd1

Like a Queen || Dad!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: this was so cute to write ty for the request!

Warnings: none just fluff!!

Word count: 840

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

The late afternoon sun spilled golden light across the backyard, filtering through the trees and glinting off the pool water. The sound of soft splashing filled the air, along with the occasional delighted squeal that only ever came from your 5-year-old son.

You watched from the patio chair, legs tucked beneath you and a book open in your lap—though you hadn’t read a single page in ten minutes. Because your eyes were on them.

Rafe stood waist-deep in the water, his wet hair pushed back, tanned skin glistening under the sun, and the wide grin he wore was reserved for only one other person besides you: the little boy that was, without a doubt, his exact copy.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, even the dimples. A tiny hurricane in board shorts and way too much confidence for someone who couldn’t tie his shoes right the first time. “Okay, now go show her. Exactly how I showed you, alright?”

Rafe said, ruffling the boy’s hair before lifting him up out of the water and setting him near the shallow edge. Ralph grinned with the same mischievous spark his father always had, then bolted across the yard, little wet feet slapping against the concrete as he ran toward you.

“Mama!” You barely had time to set the book aside before he was launching himself into your arms, damp and giggling and wiggly. “What is it, sweetheart?” you asked, wrapping the towel around his tiny shoulders, brushing his wet bangs away from his forehead.

“I gotta do what Daddy says,” he announced, puffing out his chest proudly. “’Cause Daddy said you’re a queen. And queens get treated real nice.” You blinked, warmth blooming in your chest, tears almost rising from how sudden the sweetness hit you.

“Oh, did he now?” “Uh-huh.” Ralph climbed onto your lap as best he could, propping his chin on your shoulder and patting your cheek like he’d seen Rafe do a thousand times. “That’s why I’m gonna open the car door for you every time. And you don’t ever gotta carry groceries. And Daddy says real boys say ‘yes ma’am’ and ‘you look real pretty today.’ So…”

He cleared his throat dramatically. “You look real pretty today.” From the pool, Rafe chuckled, arms folded over the pool’s edge as he leaned there, watching the two of you. “Taught him everything he knows,” he said with a smirk. You shot him a fond look, brushing a kiss to Ralph’s head. “You’re raising him right.”

Rafe walked over, water dripping off him, and crouched beside your chair, brushing his hand along your arm and planting a kiss to your temple. “No,” he murmured, gaze flicking from Ralph to you. “We are.”

Ralph squirmed in your lap and reached up to grab Rafe’s face between both his small hands, smooshing his cheeks together. “Daddy’s gonna marry you again one day.” Rafe laughed. “Again? What do you mean again?”

Ralph looked between you both like it was obvious. “’Cause when I marry my girl, I’m gonna do it every year so she always feels special. Right, Mama?” You met Rafe’s eyes, both of you speechless for a moment. “Right, baby,” you said softly, heart nearly bursting.

“That sounds just right.” Rafe leaned in and kissed you gently, brushing a thumb along your cheekbone before murmuring, “You made me soft, y’know that?” “Not soft,” you teased. “Just finally living up to that golden boy reputation your mom wished you had.”

Ralph made a gagging noise at the kiss and scrambled off your lap. “Eww! Okay, I’m going back in the pool—no more kissing!” You both laughed as he bolted toward the water again, slipping a little but catching himself.

“Mini-me, huh?” you mused, wrapping your arm around Rafe’s shoulders as he sat beside you. He rested his head against your thigh, arm curling around your knees. “Yeah,” he murmured, watching his son with a softness you never got tired of.

“Only better. ‘Cause he gets to grow up knowing how to love right from the start.” And you knew then, as Ralph jumped into the pool and shouted for his dad to watch, that you were exactly where you were meant to be—with the boy who worshipped you like a queen, and the man who taught him how.

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cameronspecial · 21 days ago

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Yayyy!! Thank you!!! Enjoy your vacation! We will be here waiting for you when we get back!!

Would you pretty please consider bringing back your Christmas story with frat!Rafe? So happy you are back!!!!

Yes I can do that!! It may take a lil because I’m going on vacation for a few weeks but I’ll post when I get back! It’s so good to hear from you love 💕

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cameronspecial · 21 days ago

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I love this 😭

GETAWAY CAR | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (SMAU)

Summary — Rafe Cameron hits you with a car. You exchange numbers for insurance purposes, but when he keeps flirting with you over text, you don't know how to end the conversation. You don't know if you want to.

Inspiration — to @/queermania for their text, they are the sole inspiration behind this crack fic! it's silly, but i wanted to post something smau-related and for my campaign! <3

IMPORTANT INFO ABOUT TAGLIST AND UPDATES: if you want to be notified about all my fics and updates, follow @zyafics-library and turn on notifications!

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cameronspecial · 24 days ago

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MAKE RAFE GREAT AGAIN | Campaign

OBJECTIVE: In response to the rise of violent misogynistic, manospheric, red-pill and incel (romantic) characterization of Rafe Cameron, I decided to create a campaign for writers to join me to combat it.

RULES: Simply, write a fic about Rafe and Reader where Rafe (a) doesn't act like those terms above, or (b) if he does, where Reader doesn't tolerate that behavior and calls him out on it. You can create a mean/bitchy Reader if you want, but it's not required. All this campaign aims to do is bring together more writers and readers who want to see less of those misogynistic fics and more nuanced takes.

INTERACTIONS: I will be reblogging all those who join this campaign. I want to help facilitate and build up the community. To do so, either drop your link in my inbox, and/or use the tag #zyafics-mrgacampaign. Also, I will be adding the work to this post for a curated list.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: (Optional) If you want to follow the theme of this post, you absolutely can! The hex codes I used for this post are: FCDD00 - E62601 - 28282B, and the divider I created myself, so feel free to use them!

TO CLARIFY: In this campaign, you can also go the DDDNE route! You can create a misogynistic, incelic, or manospheric character of Rafe. But the objective is to not romanticize it. Address it. Inform your audience narratively, lyrically, or thematically that the context is harmful. That's all I ask.

DATES: 06/24/2025 – Present

EXERCEPT: FULL THROTTLE — @zyafics – MAYBANK!READER x BIKER!RIVAL!RAFE

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cameronspecial · 24 days ago

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Yayyy!!! You’re back!!!

tiny heels and future plans

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, soft!rafe, dad!rafe, toddler daughter, p in v sex, unprotected sex, talk of pregnancy, wedding (not readers)

words: 1.5k

“you always look gorgeous.” rafe says, a slight grin on his face giving away that he's not fully conveying his true feelings.

“but…”

“but that dress is ridiculous.” rafe lets his laughter out, watching you frown at first before joining him in chuckling as you look in the mirror.

“it really is horrible, huh.”

“well, it's your aunt's taste so…” rafe shrugs. you twirl back towards rafe.

“tacky.” you both say at the same time.

“i hope her idea for the flower girl dress is better than this.” rafe looks to the door, knowing jada will be getting up from her nap soon.

“actually, i told her that we would take care of it.” you watch as rafe smile grows, realizing your daughter wouldn’t be stuck in a neon yellow dress covered in ruffles like her mama is.

“thank god.” rafe sighs. “and about you changing after the ceremony?”

“i was not able to convince her of that… yet.” you tsk. when your aunt invited you to be a part of her wedding, you didn’t even assume for a second it would be understated simply because its her fourth. she’s never been one to shy away from a big event, but being the richest woman in the outer banks means she gets away with her taste being pastels and colorful patterns.

“maybe you could tell her you still breastfeed jada sometimes and need a dress with a better top for it.” rafe shrugs. he doesn’t care what you wear, but he knows you would prefer not to be stuck in that so called dress for the entire evening.

“that’s actually not a terrible idea.” you admit before turning around, rafes hands coming to unlace the corset back as you let the dress fall to the floor. no point in trying to avoid wrinkles when there’s a million layers of ruffles.

“mmm, now that’s much better.” rafe smirks, eyes moving up and down your body, now only covered in your undergarments

you both move with a measured quickness, predicting each others next movements with fluidity until you both end up on the bed, lips attached together.

rafe is just about to reach behind your back to unclip your bra when you hear little footsteps coming down the hallway.

“the one time i need her to stay napping for longer…” rafe groans, rolling off the bed to intercept your toddler so you can get dressed in peace.

“this is what you get for always wanting her to get up earlier because you miss her.” you laugh as rafe sends a look to you before closing the door.

“i saw you shed a tear.” you say, causing rafe to whip around.

“jesus, how could i not.” he shakes his head, taking jada from your arms now that pictures with the wedding party were finished.

“are you hungry baby girl?” rafe asks.

“yes!” jada’s eyes light up. “wedding cake!”

you made the mistake of telling jada there would be cake at the wedding when going over what the day would look like, but you have been able to use it to your advantage, like promising her a whole slice if she walks straight down the aisle without stopping or crying.

“we have to wait for auntie tilly to cut the cake first, then we can eat.” you explain. jada looks to rafe with big eyes, her bottom lip pouting out.

“jada, don’t look at me like that.” rafe groans. jada has learned that she can get her way anytime she pouts to her dad.

“i think theres french fries inside, why don’t we have those first, hm?” you offer jada, who is happy enough to accept the compromise for now.

“so, yellow bridesmaid dress all night?” rafe asks as you head into the venue, your aunt continuing to take pictures with her new husband, only 30 some odd years her junior.

“yes, rafe.” you sigh. “i have not been able to convince her since you last asked me half an hour ago.” “well, you look pretty either way.” rafe turns jada in his arms so he can look at her, holding her close to his chest as a group of people walk by. “doesn’t mommy look pretty?”

you both know you should let her walk more, but she’s just so little you’re afraid of her getting trampled by wedding guests, and the fact that she’s not stable in her little heels doesn’t help your anxiety. “yes!” jada squeals her answer before cuddling into rafes neck.

“poor sleepy girl.” you laugh, one hand rubbing up and down rafes back while the other strokes jadas.

“i told her this was the last song we were dancing to.” rafe doesn’t bother to whisper, no amount of noise could keep jadas droopy eyes from closing. the party would still be going on for a few more hours, but as the final note of the song plays, you make your way quickly out of the venue.

“im gonna sit in back with her.” you tell rafe as you load jada into the carseat, knowing that if she happens to wake up on the ride home she won’t be happy about leaving the wedding.

“sounds like a plan.” rafe agrees, rounding the car to go to the drivers seat, wanting to get both of you home as quickly as possible.

after you’ve gotten back and unloaded the car (or at least most of it, some can always wait for morning), rafe takes jada to change her into her pajamas while you manage to get yourself out of the mess of ruffles.

“ah, my timing is perfect yet again.” rafe smirks as he walks into the room, just having taken off your bra.

“and definitely no baby to interrupt us this time.” you smile as you flop back onto the bed. with as big of a day as jada had, it’s even likely that she sleeps in tomorrow.

rafe sets the baby monitor down on the night table anyways, always a little more cautious than you.

“can i say something corny?” you ask as rafe lays down next to you, his eyes moving from your exposed breasts up to your eyes.

“of course.”

“im so glad that when we got married i knew it would just be us. like- i just mean watching my aunt marry and divorce, marry and divorce. knowing that we would just be together.”

“i completely know what you mean.” rafe agrees. when he first told you he loved you, he also admitted you were the first person he's ever loved, that he had to do years of work on himself to get to the point where he even could.

you know about his past only through what he's told you and the little bit of gossip you've heard around the island, having not lived in the outer banks before moving in with your aunt in your early 20s.

“and now look at us.” you smile. “we have jada, this house, and a beautiful family.”

“a beautiful family that…” rafe bats his eyelashes at you, and that's how you know this is something he really wants. “i would love to expand.”

“i-” you can't help but laugh, a big smile stretching over your cheeks. “i already stopped taking my birth control. i was going to talk to you about it tonight.”

rafe can't help but surge forward and kiss you. he should have known that you were already feeling the same, already together in your future plans.

you pull rafe so he's hovering over top of you, your arms moving up and down his toned shoulders and biceps.

“let's get started right now.” you smile up at him.

“please.” you whine out, back arching off the bed. “please, rafe, i need it.”

his thumb circles teasingly around your clit again, never hitting it quite right to send you over the edge.

“mmm, i guess you should cum first.” rafe pumps his hips again, knowing he's not too far from spilling into you himself.

“considering you work so hard growing out little ones.” its funny that rafe has already started to refer to your multiple children, despite jadas sibling being just a thought for now.

“yeah.” you nod. “let me cum.”

rafe finally relents, thumb not just touching your clit but rubbing into you, pulling and pushing on your flesh as your nerves light up, feeling the sensation throughout your whole body as your back aches and you let out a cry, wishing you could keep your eyes open to watch as rafe jaw falls open as he cums into you, but they squeeze shut, stars showing on your eyelids.

“fuck, fuck- y/n.” rafe grunts before whimpering your name, collapsing onto the bed but not before taking you with him, keeping your hips flushed together so you're now laying on top of his, softening cock still inside of you.

“can't pull out yet.” rafe just says, squeezing your ass as you nuzzle into his chest, knowing his mission from now until you're showing is to make sure there's another addition to your family soon.

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cameronspecial · 27 days ago

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CHAPTER 1 - maybank!reader series

brushing the sand from your face and hands, groaning as you push yourself to a stand, you can hear the distant yelling of kie as she argues with ruthie over the turtle hatch she just ran over. jj pulls you towards him, eyes scanning over you for any injuries but you simply push him away, “i’m fine jj, but i think kie’s gonna–“

“kill ruthie? i know, come on,” he grabs your elbow, tugging you along with him as he marches over to the crowd, separated with an invisible line in the sand marking kooks and pogues.

“you drove over a turtle hatch!” kie yells, holding out the poor animal to ruthie, who even though she looks mildly guilty, brushes it off.

“yeah well there were hundreds more! and you know, they probably won’t make it in the sea anyways,” ruthie retorts, looking around for support from her equally dumb friends, while you slip behind jj and kie. trainers sinking into the sand, you pad around the crowd, eyes fixed on the obnoxious monster that’s topper’s car. between their yells, useless back and forths that might end in pushing hands, and jj throwing around some threat that’ll later bite him in the ass, you sneak around to the open car door.

“idiots,” your murmur to yourself, peeking your head for a quick scan of your surroundings.

no one’s watching.

placing your foot on the step, you push yourself up, hands on the leather seat, leaning forward to pluck the yellow sonny angel that ruthie must have stuck to the dashboard. your fingers grasp around the head, before a hand hooks the neck of your shirt and hauls you back. letting out a yelp, your foot slips down the step, crashing into the sand while your back collides with something firm. then you’re roughly spun ‘round, pushed back to the car and faced with none other than rafe cameron.

sunglasses tipped low, bottle of beer in his hand, other arm now crossed over his chest. the arrogant bastard, looking down at you with a scowl, after he’s probably stretched out the neck of your shirt.

“this shirt was new y’know,” you mumble, running your finger over the fabric.

“got the audacity to complain about a shirt, when you just tried to steal ruthie’s…whatever the fuck this thing is,” rafe grumbles, wrenching the sonny angel free from your unwilling palm.

“hey! come on!” you try to stick your hand out and grab it but he holds it out of your reach, almost taunting you.

“it’s not yours,” he stuffs it into his pocket before taking a sip of his beer, eyes calculating under the rim of his sunglasses.

“well it’s not yours either, an’ i didn’t see you putting it back on the dashboard!” you retort, arms across your chest, glancing behind the car to the scene that was still unfolding.

“i’ll give it back to her..” he mumbles, utterly unconvincing, yet you don’t think he’s even trying to hide that. rafe’s always had a double set standard for everything, things pogues can’t do, but kooks can, laws set in place like he’s the justice system, flawed in every way.

“yeah right, think she deserves it anyways, one of those things is less than the price of that turtle she killed,” you say, looking directly at him, almost like a challenge to his prejudice.

“it’s just nature, it’d die eventually, don’t get all sentimental maybank,” he huffs, blowing out a laugh and swinging back his drink again. the idea that you’ve tortured yourself enough by entertaining him this long is sickening, reaching a limit whereby you push past him, shoulder brushing shoulder, though he hardly budges.

indignant footsteps sinking into sand, you make your way back to jj and kie, the latter of which who has now been reluctantly dragged away from the gang of kooks by the former. you spare a glance over your shoulder, meeting rafe’s smug look with an infuriated one as he now stands by his idiot friends, chuckling, tucking new phones away, and acting like the world is theirs in their usual fashion. you snap your head away when rafe mockingly pulls the figurine from the pocket of his shorts, waving it in the air before ruthie can see; you had half the mind to storm right back over, and perhaps would have if it weren’t for cleo slinging her arm around your shoulder, muttering something about “dumb kooks”. and as you always had, you agreed.

apron tied around your waist, you from the bar with a tray of drinks on your hand, settling it down in front of the lady in an obnoxious amount of pink with your biggest smile - after all, she tips well.

as you make your way back to the counter, you hear the hollers of someone, calling you back towards them. you knew it was a mistake to glance back, it always was. topper and kelce had complacent grins on their face, leaning back in their chairs like they’re awaiting some servant. after all, in their eyes, that’s exactly what you were. rafe sat there too, one elbow propped on the back of his chair, looking at you expectantly, which they all did.

this didn’t matter to you, though, because you knew they were trying to torment you after the beach incident earlier today. so you felt no need to entertain them, calling over sofia instead while you slipped behind the bar.

“you have to take table 7,” you whisper-beg to her, keeping your eyes off the group of hardly men.

“who’s– no! not them, i’ve taken them already this week,” she groans, dealing with rafe and his friends is a nightmare every pogue has; unfortunately for you, it happens almost every night and day.

“yeah and i had an incident with them this morning so…” you trail off, cleaning the inside of a glass so your talk session with sofia wouldn’t be docked off your pay.

“what kind of incident?” she leans over the bar, intrigued but trying to hide it as she picks up a glass herself. you notice how impatient topper is growing, clearing his throat every five seconds and rafe waving off other waiters as if he’s only after you.

“topper’s dumb girlfriend ran over a turtle hatch, nearly ran us over, then rafe caught me trying to steal one of ruthie’s things…” you murmur.

“you tried to steal!?” she exclaims, glass faltering in her hands.

“nothing big, it was like a toy, and he took it himself!”

she huffs out a laugh, “okay, then. i don’t think they’ll take me though, looks like they want you,” she comments, even her seeing how they’ve dismissed everyone.

“doesn’t matter, i’m taking my break, i’ll be thirty, and you can tell them that,” you say, pushing off as sofia reluctantly goes towards them. you walk around the back of the country club, undoing your apron so it hangs solely from your neck, leaning against the wall to the parking lot. pulling your phone from your bakc pocket, screen even more cracked after having to jump out of ruthie’s way, you look through the few missed calls :

five missed calls, all from your older brother. letting out a deep sigh, you diall his number, the phone ringing as you hold it up to your ear. “y/n?” you hear his voice break through the other line.

“hey jj?”

“hey listen, don’t go home today, alright?”

your brows furrow, turning the volume up as if you didn’t hear him correctly, “jj what do you mean?”

“dad’s home, go stay with john b, or kie or whoever,” jj explains, and the slight worry in your voice causes concern you’re familiar with.

“have you been home? are you okay?” you ask.

“i’m fine, i just saw him out, so i know, i’ll be with john b too, so just come there, alright?”

“alright..”

“okay, enjoy work,” he chuckles at the other end of the line, knowing work for pogues is anything but enjoyable.

“very funny, hanging up jj!”

“bye!”

“bye!” you call through, hanging up and exhaling slow, tilting your head back against the brick. today would be long.

you throw your bag over the couch in the chateau, sighing as you call out, “anyone home?”

sarah peeks her head out from the door, before stepping out fully, “hey! jj and john b are working, pope’s at home.”

“and kie?” you ask, furrowing your brows as you tug off your zipper.

“also at home..her parents are being a bit strict after the turtle incident,” her bottom lip pokes out before she moves to the messy kitchen. “want something to eat?”

“oh no, it’s okay, i got food from the country club..” you murmur, slipping into the makeshift room you’ve claimed at john b’s house. rummaging through one of the drawers, you pull out the small box, embellished with small flowers and a child’s code lock on it. appearing as child sentiment, you flip the lid open to reveal the stash of cash you’ve gathered from small jobs, and tips at the country club, flicking through the money you earned today and setting some aside for gas and food, storing the rest in a neat pile with the other notes.

exhausted, you then collapse onto the bed, listening to the sound of pure quiet, wind whistling out the slightly cracked window, and sarah’s gentle clinking in the kitchen. most of your things are here, clothes stuffed into a wardrobe and various drawers, books in piles and table brimming with trinkets. you don’t risk leaving anything of value at home, jj tells you not to, and you’ve seen enough bruises on him, and dealt with few yourself to understand him well enough.

jj threw himself on you, jolting you awake from the sleep you had passed out into.

“owh! jj! get off me, man!” you groan, pushing the weight of your brother off your tired limbs while he laughs, hopping off the bed.

“you were in a deep sleep there, sis, long day at the club?” he asks, laying properly next to you, hands over his stomach.

“somethin’ like that,” you mumble, recalling the absolute hell topper tried to give you and your narrow escape, of course there was then how they pestered you after you returned from your break. prolonging taking the bill just to try and holler for your attention, until rafe eventually asked you for the check to silence their nonsense even he was growing sick of.

“well, no more of that! it’s party time!” jj declares, jumping up from the bed, pulling you up with him.

“no no, jj, you go, i’m just gonna call it a night,” you mutter, noticing how it’s already growing dark outside, and lacking all energy.

“oh come on!”

“jj, seriously i can’t today..”

“y/n!” he throws his hands in the air, tilting his head at you in mock disapproval.

“sorry jj..next time, okay?”

“yeah..okay,” he mumbles, making his way out the door before he stops, holding onto the doorframe and saying, “i’m holdin’ you to that!”

“okay,” you chuckle, collapsing back on the bed before he’s gone, ushering the others out of the house and to the so called party…

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cameronspecial · 27 days ago

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introducing maybank!reader series

kook king and pogue princess?

unlikely match, yet perfect nonetheless.

stumbling upon each other one day, a fortunate turn of fate that led to weeks of tension, denying feelings and understanding that no one else had ever given them.

late night drives and store runs, rendezvous in his car, eating food you can’t afford, lingering touches while you’re at work and begging you to stay before the sun breaks through the sky.

all to hide it from your brother. jj maybank, notorious pogue and perhaps rafe’s number one hater. someone who’d tug you away from rafe at parties, tuck you under his arm like a fragile little bird.

what would he say when he found out?

well..you just hoped it never cane to that. but then again, hoping was foolish.

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cameronspecial · 28 days ago

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rafe helping maybank!reader after an encounter with luke…

your sobbing into your brother’s shirt, burying your bloody face into him while his bruised arms hold you. he should’ve been there. should’ve come faster. should’ve helped you.

luke’s gone now, leaving behind the stench of alcohol and disappointment, jj scared him off. now, it was you two, and he needed help. he couldn’t do this alone, and as much as he hated it : he needed rafe.

his fingers dialled rafe’s number over the phone. it hung up. he tossed the phone onto the floor, grappling around for yours, the one rafe got you for your birthday, equipped with all that fancy face id stuff too. but that wouldn’t work while you were in this state. so he tapped in the passcode - rafe wouldn’t hang up on you.

and thankfully, he was right.

rafe picked up on the first ring. “hey baby?” his voice spoke through the phone, and jj held you tighter, holding the phone up to his ear.

“not her rafe, you need to come over,” he says, trying to keep his voice as steady as he can, ignoring every ache in his body.

“jj– why the fuck d’you have her phone?”

“not now asshole, get over here, she’s beaten, badly, if you care about her i– she needs your help,” he sighs, unsure if he’s annoyed or relieved that for once in his life, jj isn’t the person you need, or can solely rely on.

rafe hangs up after a firm, “coming.” the car that pulls up, looks incredibly out of place on the cut, but jj doesn’t question it. he knows it’s rafe.

getting up, he supports you against the couch, heading to the door and opening it for rafe who doesn’t even spare him a glance, pushing past to you. jj says nothing, looks back at you sorrowfully, knows rafe has got it handled and mutters, “i’ve gotta take care of somethin’, you okay with her?”

“always,” rafe nods, listening to the click of jj shutting the door.

then he’s knelt in front of you, pulling your hands away from your face to see the bruises blooming across your cheek, the blood running from the corner of your mouth and your red eyes. “holy..baby d’you need to get to a hospital?” he asks concerned, cupping your cheeks gently, trying not to press down on your injuries.

only managing a shake of your head, unable to speak through the sobs bubbling at your throat, rafe pulls you in, arms wrapping around your huddled form and tucking you under his chest. rafe softly rocks you, pressing kisses into your hair until you’ve settled and the sobs you unleashed have been subsided.

it’s safe, in his arms. a type of safety you’ve never felt unless with the pogues, but this is far more intimate. you could fall asleep here, live in the comfort of him, his gentle words and reassurances.

before you know it, he’s carefully lifting you into his arms, carrying you to the car and settling you in. he drives slow, careful even though he wants to speed and get to tannyhill as fast as he can. when he does get there, he makes a beeline for his bedroom, helping you to wash off after you feel better. his arms support you, fingers lingering over each and every bruise, across your stomach and arms, the blood running down you.

he helps you change into his hoodie and sweatpants, tucking you into his bed even if it’s broad daylight. you’re not going to move from there if he can say anything about it. having refrained from pushing you to speak this whole time, he now sat next to you, stroking back your hair and murmuring, “baby..you okay to talk?”

sniffling, you nod, “yeah.”

“how d’you feel? does it still hurt?”

“mhm,” you hum.

rafe’s brows pinch together, being able to do nothing other than you bring you into his arms again, delicately kissing the bruise across your cheek.

“don’t go back there again.”

he says it so simply. whispered into your hair, like an order over a suggestion. don’t go back, as if it was that easy.

“stay with me,” he murmurs, down heartened when you shake your head against him.

“i can’t.”

“why not?” he pulls back an inch to see your face properly, the tears already beginning to pool at your eyes which he quickly brushes away.

“i couldn’t leave jj an–“

“jj’s got john b. he stays there most the time, you said it yourself once. just stay with me, you’re safer here.”

you sink your teeth into your lip, holding back tears and trembles. “i’ll talk to jj first,” you whisper, and rafe nods, before pressing a kiss to your head and muttering something about leaving to get medicine and food.

when he was gone, you stared at the ceiling of his room, buried in his blankets and as much as you don’t want to leave jj, you don’t want to leave this bed either.

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