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me: wants to write fluff

also me: comes up with the most angsty s5 rafia idea

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Thinking about Sofia "training" Rafe to get more details on his friends' lives (from those Tiktoks about how men never know what's happening or ask follow up questions) and so then when he gets home tipsy and tired from a party they gossip in the kitchen and have a late night snack or when they leave a party together they talk shit in the car and share their updates.

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im hiding from the bear spoilers but I am here

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Wait how about kelces sister x hockey rafe but its fluffy (and smutty🤭) about them being a couple in front of their families (I can’t remember if u said they grew up together or not)

another lil something i got done at work, enjoy! <3

your dad’s manning the grill like it’s the nhl finals, spatula in hand, barking orders about burgers and buns. your mom’s by the drinks table, laughing with one of the neighbors, and kelce's somewhere inside, stealing beers from the fridge. same old backyard, same summer cookout… except not really.

because now, rafe’s your boyfriend.

despite knowing him your entire life, the scraped knees and stupid dares and endless hockey games in the driveway, it feels brand new.

electric.

rafe’s leaning against the deck railing, ball cap low, sunglasses perched on his nose, that smug half-smile on his face as he watches you cross the yard. you can feel his eyes, the heat of them tracking you shamelessly.

“you’re staring,” you warn under your breath when you sidle up beside him, nudging his hip with yours.

“i know,” rafe says, not pretending to be subtle. his hand settles on the small of your back, fingers sneaking under the hem of your little sundress. his voice drops lower for you — filthy, although your dad’s ten feet away. “how’m i supposed to look anywhere else when you’re walking around in that thing?”

you swat his hand, cheeks hot. “be normal.”

“impossible.” his thumb drags along the curve of your spine. "i get to touch you now. you think ’m not gonna lose my mind over that?”

your heart squeezes, traitorous and warm, but you roll your eyes to cover it up. “you’re gonna get us in trouble.”

rafe’s grin turns downright wolfish. “princess, your parents like me.”

“they liked you when you weren’t trying to undress me in the backyard.”

the yard’s full now — your uncles shouting over the game on the outdoor tv, your aunt pretending not to judge everyone’s outfits, your mom slipping more drinks into rafe’s hand.

“finally got him to make a move, huh missy?” your mom teases when you step up beside her at the drinks cooler, "took him long enough.”

you nearly choke on your lemonade. “momma—”

“please. half this neighborhood’s been placing bets since you two were fifteen.” she gives you a knowing look, popping the lid off another soda. “you looked awfully cozy this morning."

your face burns. you’d stayed at tannyhill last night — your first official sleepover since going public with your relationship, and apparently, you weren’t as sneaky as you thought.

across the yard, rafe’s with ward, talking hockey and grilling tips like he hasn’t been shamelessly eye-fucking you all afternoon. his sisters are nearby too, both of them giggling, amused at how pathetically whipped their brother looks.

“it’s disgusting, really,” sarah says when you walk over. “the way he looks at you.”

“he’s smiling,” you point out, laughing.

“exactly. disgusting.” she bumps your shoulder playfully, but there’s nothing but warmth in her eyes. “we’ve been waiting forever for him to figure his shit out.”

“whole family’s been rooting for you two,” ward adds, clapping his son on the back with enough force to make him stumble. “about time he did something right.”

rafe rolls his eyes, but his hand sneaks into yours, fingers lacing together, brushing over your knuckles in that familiar way.

“did plenty right,” he mutters under his breath, tugging you closer. “took my time, that’s all.”

“more like you were too scared to ask my dad."

he groans, head tilting back dramatically. “don’t remind me.”

your dad hadn't made it easy. years of knowing rafe as kelce’s best friend, watching him grow up, pull dumb stunts, get into fights… yeah, your dad wasn’t thrilled at the idea of him dating his daughter. but even he’s warmed up now, watching the two of you from the grill.

“y’know,” wheezie adds, popping a chip into her mouth, “rose's already planning christmas photos.”

“stop—”

“matching outfits.”

“shut up—”

“probably a wedding board hidden somewhere too—”

you bury your face in rafe’s shoulder, squeezing your hand tighter.

two hours later, as the good sister in law you are, you leave the gathering to get some suncreen for poor burning wheezie.

in the meantime, you barely make it through your bedroom door before rafe’s there—shoulder pressing it shut behind him, palm flattening against the wood, caging you in.

“baby—”

you're turning toward your vanity, pretending to grab the sunscreen you came up for.

“jesus,” you tease, trying to slip past him “someone’s eager.”

“don’t care.”

his hand catches your wrist before you get two steps, spinning you firmly until your back hits the door. his hips slot against yours, unmistakably hard through his jeans.

“been waiting all day. that dress. that mouth.”

you tilt your chin up, “what about my mouth?”

his eyes narrow, horny and amused all at once. “smartass.”

"rafe, our families—”

“outside.” his nose grazes along your cheek, his voice shameless need. “we’re in here.”

one hand braces beside your head, the other slides possessively along the curve of your waist. his fingers toy with the hem of your sundress—the one that's been driving him out of his mind all afternoon, short enough to tease him, to make him imagine what's underneath.

which he has memorized by heart now.

you don’t stop him.

“need somethin'?” you ask innocently.

“y'know what i need,” rafe nearly pouts, failing to play it cool.

your eyes drag over him—the backwards hat, the stupidly broad shoulders filling out his polo, the not-even-subtle bulge in his jeans.

“you’re being obvious,” you hum.

“keep talkin’,” he tuts, “and you’re not walking back down those stairs.”

your heart kicks at the tempting threat.

“yeah?” his hand sneaks higher, fingers grazing your bare thigh.

"like i said, waited long enough."

the contact steals your breath.

“technically,” you hum, voice taunting, “you’ve been in love with me since we were fourteen. so, whose fault is that?”

his touch abandons your thigh to shove your dress higher, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, dragging along your slick center.

“yeah?" his voice goes rough, circling your clit with maddening, feather-light touches. “been driving me fuckin’ insane since then, too.”

you bite back a whimper, chasing his touch.

“that’s not an excuse to—ah—corner me at a family party, rafe.”

“this—” he sinks two fingers inside you, watching your pouty mouth part, your teasing crumble— “—isn’t cornering you.”

your head tips back, a moan slipping free as his thumb workes wonders, turning your legs to jelly.

"it’s taking care of my girl.”

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about to start writing more bitchy and mean readers for the rafe fandom in response to the rise of so many sexist? tradwife? bimbo-fied and infantilized? readers? wtf is going on

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hey all I want to write some fluff or hurt/comfort or comedy for zya's campaign, make rafe great again. I tend to write angst so I want to challenge myself and have a break from the drama. unfortunately I write Sofia and OCs rather than readers but send through your requests if you have them.

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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

#00 EXCERPT

@zyafics ⋆˙⟡ RIVAL!BIKER!MAYBANK!READER

#01 RICH GIRL

@promiscuousg1rl ㅤ⋆˙⟡ KOOK!READER

#02 OLD HABITS

@mrsbarnesblog ⋆˙⟡ GF!READER

#03 TEACHING WINNIE TO DRIVE

@rafesteddy ⋆˙⟡ DAD!RAFE

#04 BABES, BUMS, AND BITCH SLAPS

@rafeslovey ˙⟡ GF!POGUE!READER

#05 INTRODUCING BITCHY!PRINCESS!READER

@tinythebunni ˙⟡ PATHETIC!RAFE

#06 POOR ETIQUETTE

@cherrygirlfriend ˙⟡ HOUSEWIFE!READER X CEO!RAFE

#07 CAVEMAN

@sarahroutldge ˙⟡ OVERPROTECTIVE!BF!RAFE

#08 MAKE THIS PLACE YOUR HOME

@whytheylosttheirminds ˙⟡ MAYBANK!READER

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── POOR ETIQUETTE ♡

♡ pairing: ceo!rafe x housewife!reader

♡ summary: your husband has some of his employees come over for a boys’ night that doesn’t go quite as well as you’d hoped when they start talking about their opinions on women.

♡ warnings / tags: fluff. suggestive material but no smut. misogyny. rafe loves his wife. MDNI! wc: 1.8k

♡ author's note: this is for @zyafics MRGA campaign + i decided to make it one of my celebration fics bc i literally have only one more left after this 😭

HOUSEWIFE MASTERLIST ♡ 5K MASTERLIST

"hey, baby." rafe mumbled, his hands massaging your shoulders as you were sitting on the couch, focused on your book. you smiled, letting out a pleased hum, closing your eyes as you leaned into your husband touch, the man working the knots in your muscles you'd gotten from the workout session you had, "i got somethin' to ask you…" rafe pressed a kiss to the side of your neck.

"if it is to get up off the couch, i'm sorry but that's out of the question." you let out a huff of a chuckle, "wouldn't dream of it." rafe grinned as he let go of your shoulders and rounded to the other side of the couch, taking a seat right next to you. you placed your bookmark at the place you left off on before putting your book aside and turning to face him, "what's up?"

rafe's hand started toying with a loose strand of your hair, "do you mind if some of the guys from work come over to play poker and watch the game next week? my advisor told me that i should try and 'make nice with the board', or whatever."

"why would i mind that?" you chuckled, raising your brows as rafe's arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his large, warm hands sliding right under the hem of your shirt, goosebumps starting to form on your skin, "i have friends over all the time."

"yeah, but i don't." "because you say 'why would i spend time with friends when i can spend time with you?'." you chuckled, your attempt at imitating your husband making him laugh, "and i stand by that." rafe grinned as he pulled you into his lap, his lips finding your neck, pressing soft kisses that trailed downwards, each touch of his lips making you take a sharp inhale of a breath as your eyes fluttered shut, leaning your head back to allow him better access.

"i'd rather be doing this..." rafe mumbled against your skin, his warm breath on your skin causing your nipples to start hardening under your tank top, his tongue tracing a path along your soft skin as he reached your collarbone "what, you're telling me you and your friends don't do this?" you let out a breathy chuckle as one of your hands trailed up the back of his neck, running through the short strands of hair, "‘cause me and my girlfriends do this all the time."

the remark earned a sharp nip from your husband, the man making you squeal as he picked you up in his strong arms and stood up from the couch, beelining towards your bedroom, your giggles echoing around the large home.

you were probably definitely more excited than rafe was that he was having people over from work; he'd been telling you the entire week that you wouldn't have to bother doing anything, that he'd just order some pizza and have them out the door as soon as the game was over. but you couldn't help it; rafe never had anyone over, and you'd only met people from his work briefly at the events his company held.

so, when the day came, maybe you baked a few batches of your famous chocolate chip cookies along with a batch of red velvet cupcakes, singing along to the music playing from your phone as you finished sprinkling cheese onto the square pizza you'd made, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest when you noticed the figure standing in the doorway, much too focused on cooking to notice your amused husband.

"you scared the crap out of me." you laughed as rafe started walking towards you, loosening the tie around his neck, already having dumped his suit jacket. "i thought i told you that you wouldn't have to do anything." rafe raised his brows, and his hands found your hips, turning you so your body was facing him, "i know. but i wanted to. i like being a host. i get to bake." you grinned up at him, your hands resting on rafe's shoulders, "when are they getting here?"

"about... an hour i'd say." rafe tsked, "but you know what that means?" he grinned, "i'm sure you'll tell me." you leaned in to press a small peck on rafe's lips, "it means that we have plenty of time to shower."

"you're absolutely right." you pursed your lips in thought, "we're so lucky that we have more than one shower so we can even do it at the same time."

your words made rafe let out a dramatic gasp, "using two different showers? you wanna waste that much water? what kinda monster are you?" "you're right. maybe we should shower together. y'know, for to save water and everything." "mm... that's my good conservationist."

after you'd gotten done showering, you sat at your dressing table in your robe, shamelessly ogling your husband as he started getting dressed, letting out a little wolf-whistle when he dropped the towel that had already been resting low on his hips, rafe bursting into laughter as he pulled his boxers on, "you know, if i had any singles i'd be throwing them at you." you winked, watching as he pulled a pair of jeans on, "i know you would." he smiled, "are you gonna join us or just leave me to fend for myself?"

"i might pop by at some point." you shrugged, applying moisturizer onto your face, "but i think i'm gonna let you handle it for a bit." "wow, you just love hurting me, don't you?"

"i do." you looked at him with a self-satisfied grin, standing up and walking towards your closet, and as you untied your robe and let it fall to the ground, it was rafe's turn to ogle at your naked figure while you started looking for something to put on, pretending not to notice rafe's hungry stare.

after having greeted rafe's coworkers at the door, you'd left them alone, except for the occasional times you'd peek into the living room, your eyes always immediately finding your husband, and even though he hadn't wanted visitors, you could gradually see him starting to loosen up, the man actually looking like he was having fun.

but after a few hours had gone by, you knocked on the side of the wooden arch leading into your living room, rafe and the four other men turning to look at you, "mind if i join?" without even waiting for an answer, you made your way over to where rafe was sitting, your husband pulling his chair back as you plopped down to sit in his lap, rafe's hand going to rest on your waist.

"you wanna join in on the next round, sweetheart?" one of the men, mr. michaels, said and you did the best to tune out the condescending tone in his voice until another man, mr. kingston, joined in, "yeah, if you dunno how to play then we can just teach you." "yeah, we'll take it easy on ya."

you kissed your teeth yet forced yourself to maintain the smile on your lips, rafe squeezing your side, "nah, i think i'm just gonna watch." you said, taking rafe's whiskey glass off the poker table when yet another man, mr. smith, piped up just as you were bringing it to your lips, "be careful hon, that can be some real strong stuff. not good for fragile li'l things like you."

"i'll make sure to be so careful." you smiled sweetly before throwing back the whiskey, rafe letting out a quiet snicker while the man who had warned you simply cleared his throat slightly awkwardly as you brought the glass down onto the table.

the five men continued playing, one of rafe's arms staying around you the entire time. "you know rafe, i wish my wife would stay at home and just take care of the house and kids like your woman does but she's always yappin' about how her career is too important to her." mr. ashton snorted, "i mean, y'all don't even have kids."

the remark about not having children caused you to clench your fists under the table as you bit down on your lower lip, attempting to keep the smile on your face, rafe's thigh tensing under you.

"at least she knows to have a meal ready and the house cleaned by the time you get home." mr. michaels complained, "mine won't even do that."

"well, maybe you don't treat her well enough to deserve that." you said with that same sweet tone, your smile not faltering, "excuse me?" "just saying. if she doesn't treat you the way you think you deserve to be treated, then it sounds like you don't deserve to be treated like that." you shrugged, rafe pressing a small kiss on the back of your shoulder.

"who do you think you are talking to me like that?" the man laughed and shook his head, "rafe, you should put a muzzle on your woman if she's gonna act like a bitch."

you could feel rafe's entire body tense under you, and when you looked at him from the corner of your eye, you could tell that his ice-blue eyes had turned even colder, his breathing getting heavier, "what the fuck did-"

interrupting rafe just as he was raising his voice, you looked mr. michaels dead in the eye with your smile now dropped, your voice just as steady as it had been before. "get out."

"you're outta line." mr. smith pointed his stubby, hairy finger at you, the man you'd just chastised too stunned to say anything, "now, we're important men at your husband's company. if i were you, i'd think before i speak."

"i did think about it. get out of our house. all of you."

"rafe, are you gonna let your woman disrespect us like that?" mr. ashton looked to rafe, clearly expecting for him to agree with him.

"you're right, gentlemen." rafe tutted his lips and cleared his throat , "she shouldn't disrespect you like that. she should've told you to get the fuck out of our house before i find a way to drive every single one of you out of my company and make sure you never find a decent job around here."

the four men looked at each other in shock, slowly getting up and gathering their things; you could hear them mumbling something to one another, until finally, your front door was slammed shut.

you turned in rafe's lap to face him, running your hand through his hair, "you sure you don't mind that? i thought you were supposed to 'make nice' with them, or whatever."

"fuck no." rafe shook his head, "i'm just mad i couldn't punch them. probably would've. you're more important to me than any fuckhead, no matter if they work for me or not. i'm always gonna support you." your husband tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ears, all the iciness gone from his eyes as he looked over your features. "besides, it was kind of hot seeing you like that." "really?" you chuckled softly, "yeah. don't get me wrong, i love it when you're sweet but... damn. i've never seen this side of you. does stuff to me."

"mmhm." you hummed, bringing your lips inches away from his, "wanna show me what it does to you?"

you couldn't even get another word in before rafe had scooped you up into his arms and started heading towards the bedroom.

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*taps you gently on the shoulder* remember to leave a comment on any fanfics you enjoy reading today. your words could make an author smile. it could encourage them to start writing again, break them out of a writers block. who knows! engagement is always lovely.

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sometimes your brain really just offers you one banger of a sentence and then that's it for the entire rest of the day. creativity expired, the ability to think has clocked out for the day, context for as to how we even get to this sentence? sorry we're all out. this one sentence is all you get.

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I've seen people get hate for call out posts but I've hit my limit. why tf did I just have to read an anon and writer romanticizing DOMESTIC VIOLENCE with my own two eyes in the rafe tag.

Fandom - do better.

Writers - PLEASE TAG YOUR TRIGGERS. THE TAGGING SYSTEM EXISTS FOR A REASON. USE IT.

abuse is not cute or hot or fun. I understand analyzing an issue in the context of a wider story but this didn't seem like that at all

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I've already said that my number one piece of writing advice is to read.

But my number two piece of advice is this: be deliberate.

Honestly this would fix so many pieces of bad writing advice. Don't forbid people from doing something, tell them to be conscious and deliberate about it. This could help stop people from falling into common mistakes without limiting their creativity. Black and white imperatives may stop a few annoying beginner habits, but ultimately they will restrict artistic expression.

Instead of "don't use epithets": "Know the effect epithets have and be deliberate about using them." Because yes, beginners often misuse them, but they can be useful when a character's name isn't known or when you want to reduce them to a particular trait they have.

Instead of "don't use 'said'" or "just use 'said'": "Be deliberate about your use of dialogue tags." Because sometimes you'll want "said" which fades into the background nicely, but sometimes you will need a more descriptive alternative to convey what a character is doing.

Instead of "don't use passive voice": "Be deliberate about when you use passive voice." Because using it when it's not needed can detract from your writing, but sometimes it can be useful to change the emphasis of a sentence or to portray a particular state of mind.

Instead of blindly following or ignorantly neglecting the rules of writing, familiarize yourself with them and their consequences so you can choose when and if breaking them would serve what you're trying to get across.

Your writing is yours. Take control of it.

It probably sounds like I'm preaching to the choir here because most of my mutuals are already great writers. But I'm hoping this will make it to the right people.

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HAILEE STEINFELD as Mary SINNERS | 2025

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Don't feel the need to write the same genre for everything you write--and don't feel the need to write a genre across all types of things you write.

I write horror, but only for flash fiction. I write sci fi only for longer pieces. I write romance and fantasy across all lengths.

You can play around with the genres you write and find what works with you, and you can experiment as you'd like. And it's okay to decide that you can only write certain genres certain ways or to decide that you hate writing a genre even if you enjoy reading it.