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~ Fic recs for the year of 2025, pt. 2 ~

- Pt. 1

By @moon-fics

Tan Lines - Bob Floyd x Reader ( Top Gun )

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By @shockercoco

Peas in a Pod (Pt. 1) - Elias "Stack" Moore x Reader ( Sinners )

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By @soulsforsales

I Love You, I'm Sorry - Jason Todd x Reader ( DC )

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By @deakyjoe

I Dream of You Even When Awake - Bob Reynolds x Reader ( Marvel )

I Got Chills, They're Multiplying - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @sunskisser

Let Go - Bob Reynolds x Reader

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By @pagesfromthevoid

So High School - Bob Reynolds x Thunderbolt!Reader

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By @boopsiesdaisies

Being near each other - Bob Reynolds x Reader

Being near each other (Pt. 2)

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By @s0urw00lf

Meeting Bob for the first time - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @bradshawsbaby

Like Peas In A Pod - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @suuuupernovaaa

Liar - Joel Miller x Reader ( The Last Of Us )

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By @nervoushottee

Still Breathless And Falling (Pt. 1) - Jesse x Reader ( The Last Of Us )

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By @hansoulo

Dissimulato - Cassian Andor x Reader ( Star Wars )

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By @mylovelies-docx

Social Cues - Cassian Andor x Reader

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By @padmespetal

My Love Mine All Mine - Bruce Wayne x Reader ( DC )

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By @quakeismyhero

Illicit - Manny Alvarez x Reader ( The Last Of Us )

Loyalties (Pt. 2)

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By @stylesispunk

What Remains Of Us - Joel Miller x Reader

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By @yourlocalcringydaydreamer

A Little Bit Of Intimacy - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Imaginings (Pt. 2)

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By @agneslovestheinternet-blog

Fuck You, Don't Leave Me (Pt. 1) - Gally x Reader ( The Maze Runner )

Fuck You, Don't Leave Me (Pt. 2)

Fuck You, Don't Leave Me (Pt. 3)

Fuck You, Don't Leave Me (Pt. 4)

Fuck You, Don't Leave Me (Pt. 5)

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By @nickeverdeen

A Sketch Of Connection - Jesse x Autistic!Reader

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By @hardbeingcasual

Capable Of Love - Jesse x Reader

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By @backtothefanfiction

Talk To Me - Joaquin Torres x Reader ( Marvel )

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By @parkersbliss

Regrets And Sorrys - Gally x Reader

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By @cantstoptheimagines

Don't Be Suspicious - Gally x Reader

Rbf - Gally x Reader

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By @sehnsuchts-trunken

Pinch Me - Gally x Reader

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By @gladerscake

Only Yours - Gally x Reader

Close Call - Gally x Reader

Territorial - Gally x Reader

Flustered - Gally x Reader

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By @plus-size-reader

A Hell Of A Threat - Gally x Plus Size!Reader

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By @cyberg4l

Bit By Bit - Gally x Reader

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By @thedraculacat

Sudden Memory - Gally x Reader

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By @titaniasfairy

Blurb - Remmick x Reader ( Sinners )

I Just Pray That You're Alright (Pt. 2)

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By @houseofaegon

Sweet Treats And Side Effects - Bob Reynolds x Reader

Sweet Treats And Side Effects (Pt. 2)

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By @sinning-23

In The Dead Of Night (Pt. 1) - Remmick x Modern!Black!Reader ( Sinners )

In The Dead Of Night (Pt. 2)

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By @hatethysinner

Let The Wrong One In - Remmick x Black!Herbalist!Reader

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By @entitled-fangirl

Apologies - Jason Todd x Deaf!Reader

The Trail - Jason Todd x Reader

Broken Hearing Aids - Jason Todd x Deaf!Reader

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By @fromdove

Blurb - Jason Todd x Reader

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By @iydiamartinx

Riddle Me This, Hoods Got A Girl? - Jason Todd x Reader

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@babyonboard

In Sickness & In Health - Don Hume x Reader

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By @pink-petal-horns

Dumb & Poetic - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @hyoer

Project: Get Over Bob (Pt. 1) - Bob Reynolds x Reader

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By @littlelamy

Oneshot - Rafe Cameron x Reader

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By @lovebugism

End Of The World - Joel Miller x Reader

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By @fic-girlie

After The Storm - Joel Miller x Reader

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By @rafeysafterglow

Snooping Through Rafe's Phone While He's Sleeping - Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

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By @rafesangelita

Tunnel Of Love - Rafe Cameron x Reader

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By @jessesluvr

Talk To Me In The Morning - Jesse x Reader

What We Build (Pt. 1) - Jesse x Pregnant!Reader

What We Build (Pt. 2)

Tickle Monster - Jesse x Reader

Too Good For Your Own Good - Jesse x Reader

To The Guy With The Smile (And The Biceps) - Jesse x Reader

Built Like A Goddamn Throne - Jesse x Reader

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By @youwerenevermeanttofeelalone

Red² - Jason Todd x Plus Size! Reader

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By @agoodroughandtumble

Hair Tie - Roronoa Zoro x Reader ( One Piece )

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By @uhhhj13iguess

Even On My Deathbed - Mcu!Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader ( Marvel )

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By @cybergoth1

Loathing Unadulterated Loathing - Jason Todd x Deadpool!Reader

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By @urfavnewgirl

Blurb - Jason Todd x Reader

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By @tinyfandomknight

Out Of Character - Snotlout Jorgenson x Reader ( How To Train Your Dragon )

Show Of Teeth - Snotlout Jorgenson x Reader

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By @mcrdvcks

Headcannon - Peter Parker x Reader

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Part 3

[rafeysafterglow]

Will there be part 2 of “Silver Springs”? With the reader moving on too?

hi anon!! sure i can do a part 2 !!

[rafeysafterglow]

sorry 🥲 thank you for reading !!! 🫶

silver springs

pairing: rafe cameron x ex!reader summary: 5 times reader haunting rafe’s narrative (+1 when he finally moves on) warnings: angst, no happy ending, suggestive, mentions of depression, rafe x sofia in the end, paragraphs in italics indicate flashbacks a/n: my first 5+1 fic :p this is my fave work yet so pls don’t let this flop 😓 lowq hate the subtitles but oh well

1. the morning after

rafe opened his eyes, finding himself in the same position as last night, where you left him. his head pounding, body heavy, eyes bloodshot, he looks around his living room. the couch he unknowingly slept on caused his back to ache.

the whole room was a mess, bottles littered the floor, the air stank of weed and piss, and lamps knocked over. last night was another typical night for him, hosting a party while ward and rose was away. his eyes trained on the clock, noting that they would be back home soon. but that’s the least of rafe’s worries.

last night, you broke things off with him, which came as a great surprise to him. he tried the best of his abilities to recall exactly what you said, despite all the alcohol and coke clouding his mind.

“it just isn’t working out, rafe. i think we should break up.”

at first, he didn’t think you were being serious. for him, he had been having a really fun time with you. turns out, the feeling wasn’t mutual at all. for him, he really thought you and him could go somewhere, farther in a relationship than he had ever gone. this realization terrified him, but throughout the months of pure bliss that was the relationship, he learned to accept it. oh, how sideways things would go.

rafe remains lying on the couch, unable to move his body. he felt your absence intensely, mainly because, you used to be the person who helps him get back into shape after a hard night.

he felt your hand graze across his face, your warm and delicate fingers contrasting to his cold cheeks. although his eyes was still closed, he could feel how close you were, your scent invading his space, your breath caressing him.

“rafe. rafe, baby, wake up,” you whispered, gently nudging him. his eyes opened, confusion evident in his expression, before calming down after realizing it was you. “here, drink this water, baby.”

he took the glass of water from your hands before sitting up and drinking it. you took the now vacant spot next to him, your palm roaming around his back, your face pressed against his bicep.

rafe downed the water in seconds, droplets coating his lips. you tilted your head up towards him, catching the beads of ice water with your lips before pecking him. before you could pull away, though, he grabs the back of your head before smashing his lips against yours, making his way down your throat, and nestling his face into the crook of your neck.

he was always like this whenever he was hangover, clingy and needy. you tried to ignore the fact he was ever only like this when he isn’t himself. you two stayed like that until the cleaners arrived.

rafe plays that memory in his head, still in denial that you are no longer part of his life. no one will ever tend to him during a hangover anymore, a reality he needed to accept, fast.

2. the post-breakup

it’s been a few days since you left him. he hasn’t been able to get you off of his head. every minute, every second, he sees you, just a figment of his imagination. he has tried, many times, to reach out, but he held himself back each time, fearing that it’ll make things worse.

he’s been moving as if he does’t exist anymore. days pass, he wakes up, eats, showers, and goes back into deep slumber. his movements doesn’t register in his mind, he works like a wind-up toy, his consciousness far away.

sometimes, if he has a short window of awareness, he would acknowledge his depression-like ways, but then your face flashes across his mind, and the process repeats.

truth be told, this breakup hits him harder than he expected. the thing he hates most is that he had no explanation from you. just a short “we’re done, rafe.” he thought you were happy because, hell, he was. he really was happy with you. happiest he’s ever been. and he knows it’s because of you.

your kindness, gentleness, and tenderness touched him right in his heart. you showed him warmth and affection when no one in his life had.

no one comes to check on him. he has burned too many bridges with the people he cares most.

the day he breaks the pattern is the day you text him. he was lying on his bed, as per usual, when his phone chimes. he didn’t even hear it, before a second one comes in. he grabs his phone without changing position.

hey, rafe.

can i come over? i wanna get my stuff.

he stares at the message, words blurring together. after a minute to digest things, he slowly got up and scoured around his rooms for your things.

your hoodies, which you kept here in case you wanted to stay over. your skincare routine, which is stored in small travel containers. your charger, which you brought here because you two kept arguing over his. your glitter tumbler, which you call your “comfort water bottle” and bring it everywhere you go. and many more.

he gathers them all, ignoring the strain on his heart whenever he finds another item of yours. he shoves them all into a box, not even glancing long enough to register what it was. that is until he comes across the one thing he wanted to forget. your blanket.

the door clicks open, signaling that rafe was home. you were snugged in between a mountain of pillows on the sofa, tv already on and hamilton filling the screen.

rafe’s heart skips a beat at the sight. you, making yourself at home at his house. this is what he’s been yearning for all his life. somebody he could come home to. somebody for him to love and love him back.

“rafe! you’re finally home! i didn’t wanna fall asleep before saying goodnight to you,” you squealed, arms opening to invite him in. he immediately drops everything in his hands and joins you on the couch, your arms embracing him. after a long hard day, this is what he needed.

you and rafe curled up together, underneath a thick patchwork blanket, one he’s sure he’s never seen before. “this new?” he asks you, face buried into your hair.

“oh! i completely forgot! i made this, look! i sewed our old clothes that no longer fit together. see, this is your old varsity jacket,” you say, pointing to the logo, “this is my old onesie i used to wear a lot when i was a baby,” your finger moved upwards towards a soft-pink fuzzy square.

he swears, his heart couldn’t take much anymore, he felt like he was going to explode from your sweetness. what did he do to deserve somebody as caring and attentive as you? whatever god he prayed to, he would be doing a lot of thanking in his lifetime.

you continued to point out and mention every single square of the patchwork, not noticing how rafe was admiring you, barely listening. “i love it, i love it a lot,” he whispers, afraid that if he spoke one more word, his throat would constrict.

you two spent the night coddled up, the tv in the background softly buzzing, with your voice humming along to hamilton.

rafe wishes more than anything to erase that memory. no, what he wishes most is to hate you, to resent you. but, how could he? if only he could only recall the worst parts of you. then, maybe this grieving process could progress even faster.

he shoves the blanket roughly into the box before carrying down the stairs and dropping it on his front porch, not giving it a second thought. he would rather die than see your face again.

3. the accidental encounter

there comes a time after a separation that you, inevitably, run into your ex. rafe has spent the last month sulking around his house, only going out to places he’s sure you would never go to. this day, though, he was forced by topper and kelce to join them at a bonfire.

reluctantly, he agreed. frankly, he was tired of being a miserable loser who mopes over a girl.

he sits on top of a hill, drink in hand, already half empty. staring down at all the people mingling, he wishes he was one of them. even with the deafening music, blinding fire, and pungent smell of sweat and alcohol, he still couldn’t take his mind off of you. what were you doing right this moment? were you thinking of him, like he was with you?

he took a giant swig of his drink before his eyes landing on somebody in the crowd. you. it seems like his body instantly knows where you are.

god, you look amazing, blissfully unaffected by the absence of him in your life — a complete contrast to him. he hated how happy you looked, how only he was suffering from the aftermath and you continued living your life normally.

as if you could sense rafe’s gaze, your head turned towards him, your eyes meeting his straight away. your eyes widen just a little, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you’re affected by his nearness.

quickly turning your head back, you nod your head along to whatever your friend was babbling on about. you tried your hardest to refrain from facing him again, to see how he was doing, to apologize to him with your eyes.

you could still feel his eyes on you, which makes you wonder what he was thinking about. little did you know, he was reflecting on the night he introduced you to his friends for the first time, on this exact beach.

rafe’s arms thrown over your back, he lead you towards his group of friends. no amount of debating or protesting from you could keep him from making his way across the bonfire, winding through the crowd.

topper, kelce, and a few other people who often mingled with them, sat around on tree stumps, in a circle around a small fire. “yo! rafe! where the hell have ya’ been man?” topper called out, raising his beer bottle in greeting.

you and rafe stopped nearby the group, your side pressed against his. the cool air breeze blew in between your coat, making you shiver. that, and the anxiety coursing through your body. “yo, guys, i wanna introduce you to my girl. we’ve been dating for a while,” rafe declared, definitively.

he nudged you lightly, which causes you to wave and introduce yourself with a slight smile. the whole group all said their hi’s simultaneously, with no sign of disdain, which you — secretly — expected.

rafe sat down at the only available space, in between kelce and a girl you’ve never seen before, pulling you down and placing you on his lap, not caring how others gave you the stink eye. the girl beside you started chatting it up with you, jabbering on about ‘girly things,’ rafe claimed.

as the conversation carried on, rafe couldn’t help but hold on to your waist tighter, feeling unreasonably content with how easily you integrated into his friend group, how comfortably you fit into his life.

by the time the reminiscing ends, rafe’s bottle is empty, telling him it’s time to leave. he bids top and kelc goodbye, ignoring the complaints spilling out of their mouths. he trudges through the sand, leaving everything behind him, you and the memories that haunt him.

but, it seems that fate has it out for him, because as he walks out at the same time as you. “rafe,” you call out, your face regretful.

he stops, mid-step. he debates whether to completely ignore you and walk away, or to hear you out. as much as he wants to do nothing but hurt you the way you hurt him, he chooses the latter.

“you look good,” you comment, your eyes going down his figure. he was sporting his typical asshole rafe facade, which, strangely, made you miss him more.

“yeah, yeah, uh… ya’ look good too,” he slurs his words, feet swaying a little. before you could voice out your worry, he opens his mouth, “look, uh… i gotta go. yeah, see ya’.” he raises his arm in goodbye, and stumbles down the hill.

you stare at him for a little while longer, trying to swallow the feeling that he was itching to get away from you.

4. the first date

after the unfortunate meet-up, rafe decides enough is enough. he’s rafe fucking cameron. he doesn’t get hung up over a girl, he moves on to another one. any girl on the island would be more than willing, at least, that’s what topper told him. but, he decided to finally give the bartender from the club, who has been making heart eyes at him, a chance.

sofia hasn’t been able to stop giggling since they arrived to the restaurant, and it’s getting on rafe’s last nerves. she’s practically jumping on her seat, hair twirling, and subtle leg grazes underneath the table that she thinks is turning him on.

coincidentally, he chose the exact same restaurant you and him went to for your first date. or, maybe, his subconscious chose it. in his defence, the food was good and he enjoyed the overall experience. he didn’t think that it was because of the company he had.

the waiter takes the orders and sofia opts for the salmon. oh hell, what are the chances she would pick the exact same think as you did? rafe stares at sofia, his mind away, before snapping back to reality as the waiter calls on him.

after the waiter leaves, sofia wastes no time before starting a conversation. she drones on about some nonsense that you couldn’t pay to make rafe care, as he’s distracted by the intrusive thoughts of you.

“rafe! you didn’t tell me we were going to somewhere fancy! i would’ve dressed better,” you berated him, following him towards your table.

“stop, ya’ look perfect as is,” he whispered into your ear and kissed your neck before pulling out your chair. you sat down as you wondered about how this is the rafe cameron your friends warned you about.

you both ordered — salmon for you and steak for him — before settling into a comfortable conversation. he asked you some basic questions about yourself, and you answer as truthfully as you can.

by the fifth question, you grew tired of the one-sided questions. “what is this? some sort of interview? why can’t i ask you something?” you teased.

“okay, go on, ask me something then,” he smiled against the glass of his drink, “but i thought ya’ already knew everything about me from the stalking ya’ did with your friends.”

your face burned with embarrassment, having been called out. you recalled the time you and your friends stalked his profile, and your friend, god bless her, accidentally liked his post from two years ago.

“yeah, i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, sheepishly. you looked around the room, trying to think of a question that would throw him off. “do you prefer cats or dogs?” you asked, not able to think of a better question.

“that’s your question? do i prefer cats or dogs?” he mocked, “oh, that’s too personal for me, sorry. ya’ stepped over the line.”

“hey! it’s an important thing to ask someone! for me, it’s a deal breaker,” you whispered.

“it’s a deal breaker, huh? well, i better answer this right,” he pretended to think for a moment, “cats. i prefer cats.”

“oh. good job, cameron. you answered correctly,” you tried your hardest not to seem that affected by him, you didn’t want to feed into his already-too-big ego.

the food came, you two ate while continuing taking turns asking each other questions, and after rafe payed and a quick make-out session in his car, he dropped you off in front of your door.

“so, is a second date in the cards for me?” he smirked, thumb caressing your cheek.

“hm. i guess you passed, cameron. today wasn’t half bad,” you tip-toed and pecked him on the lips.

“rafe? you okay?” sofia questions, fingers snapping in front of his face, gaining his attention and pulling him out of his daydream.

“yeah, uh, i’m okay,” he nods. even on a date with another girl, he still cannot get rid of you. he curses you in his mind, willing his best to listen to sofia.

5. the anniversary

sofia and rafe has been dating for over a month, and for sofia, it has been the best month of her life. for rafe, he feels like he failed — having a girl nearby only enlarges the void of you. everything sofia does, he can’t help but compare it to you.

on the count of it being a month of dating, sofia insists on celebrating the milestone. rafe didn’t even know a month was worth commemorating, but sofia was all giddy, he couldn’t help but feel bad.

sofia planned the whole day, starting first with gifts. as always with everything in his life, rafe didn’t give it much thought. he just bought the first thing he saw when browsing through her — your — favourite boutique. after he handed her the sloppily wrapped gift, she quickly ripped apart the paper before squealing with joy, which surprised rafe with how the windows in his house didn’t break.

now it was her turn, and the effort couldn’t be more different than rafe’s. the box is wrapped in a blue and green polka dot pattern, adorned with a white bow. rafe slowly pulls the bowtie undone, while sofia restlessly couldn’t contain her excitement beside him.

he looks inside, and it’s a heart keychain. he picks it up, and that’s when he sees the writing engraved on the surface.

rafe + sofia 4ever

even before rafe could react, sofia shrieks and wraps her arms around his neck, which catches him by surprise. “don’t you love it? you could attach it to your bike keys and be reminded of me forever!” she peppers kisses all over his face.

but rafe can’t seem to reciprocate the gesture because he’s transported back to the time he celebrated his six month anniversary with you.

“okay, okay, my turn now!” you clapped your hands in excitement, having been impatient for the past week. not to toot your own horn, but what you got him is probably the best gift you’ve ever given anybody. and it most definitely tops rafe’s gift.

you hid the gift as best as you could, which was hard, given that it was half the size of you. you forced rafe to put on a blindfold, which he told you he had never had to do his whole life, and to sit patiently.

you dragged the gift, painstakingly, all by yourself and set it in front of him. at first, you wanted to wrap it, but the gift spoke for itself — and it would take a whole village to wrap it.

“okay! open your eyes!” you bounced on your feet, waiting anxiously for rafe’s reaction. “tada!” you jazz-handed, failing miserably to hide your unease.

rafe just sat there, eyes wide and mouth agape. his eyes raked up and down, almost not believing what he was seeing.

in front of him stood a golf bag, complete with clubs.

finally, rafe broke his silence, “what. the. fuck.” he stood up and ran to you, picking you up effortlessly and spinning you around. you giggled as he showered you with kisses.

“i take it you like my gift?” you grinned once he set you down.

“you’re kidding, right? i love it!” he kissed you again, this time harder on the lips. once you two separated, he touched your foreheads together, his hands stabilizing the back of your neck. he whispered something against your lips which made your heart stop, “i love you.”

this was the first time any of you said those three words, but right now feels right. “i love you, too.” how could you not? “wait, wait, before i forget. there’s still more.”

“more?! what did i do to deserve you,” he whispered, mostly to himself.

you picked up a specific golf stick, angling the club head towards him. there, on the metal surface, was your name engraved in cursive.

rafe said nothing, which made you doubt whether this was too far or not. but then, “i think i’m gonna have a heart attack.”

you laugh at his ridiculousness, shoving him lightly. he pulled your arm and tugged you into your chest. “this is so perfect. you’re so perfect,” he kissed into your hair.

+1 the moving on

it’s been slightly over a year since sofia and rafe started dating. slowly but surely, he got over you. he no longer thinks of you whenever sofia does, well, literally anything.

he no longer thinks of you when she brings him a cup of water when he’s hangover. he no longer thinks of you when the two of them cuddle up to watch a movie together. he no longer thinks of you when he passes by that one specific restaurant. in short, he’s fallen deep in love with sofia that it pushes all the memories of you out.

it wasn’t always that simple though. when they hit the three month mark, sofia sensed that rafe wasn’t into her as much as she was into him. so, she broke it off. but, rafe found himself missing her, realizing that she mended his broken heart. he groveled, begged, for her forgiveness. in the end, the only thing that would win her back is opening up to her.

eventually, rafe confided in her, about you, and about how deeply affected he was by how the whole thing went down. sofia saw how hard it was for rafe to share all of this, and it warmed her heart how he trusted her, and she forgave him.

and as toxic as it seems, that was a sign for rafe that it’s time for the next step. any other woman would run at the mention of an ex, but sofia stayed, and listened. all his friends were encouraging him, having seen how sofia makes him happy.

so, that’s why he found himself on the beach, at sunset, down on one knee, proposing. with little to no hesitation, sofia jumped into rafe’s arms, nearly causing him to stumble, and repeated, “yes! yes! a million times yes!”

little did they both know, you were nearby, watching them. your heart ached, seeing how rafe moved on, yet you haven’t. it seems selfish, you acknowledged it, but a part of you wished he never got over you. because you never did.

when sofia is busy showing off her new rock to her friends, you took the time to go to rafe. to congratulate him, you told yourself. “hey rafe, congrats,” you say behind him, causing him to turn around.

if he was shocked by your appearance, he didn’t show it. “hey! uh, yeah, thanks,” he shrugs.

“listen rafe, i know i never told you why i broke it off, and i realize how fucked up that is. so, i wanted to let you know that-”

before you could explain yourself, he cut you off, “honestly, i don’t need to know. i’m gonna admit, yeah, i was pretty hung up over ya’ for a long time but, sofia helped me get over it. she’s been the light in my life despite how shit i acted at first,” he chuckles at the thought, “but, i’m truly happy now. and whatever reason ya’ might have, i don’t care for it.”

at that, he turns and runs over to sofia, surprising her by lifting her from behind. you stare at them, not knowing that a year earlier, rafe was a completely different person — a sad, miserable guy that wanted nothing but to have you back.

truth is, you ended it because, whether he realized it or not, whenever you two were on a date, you saw how his eyes would trail towards another woman. or, whenever you weren’t around, he would subtly flirt with other woman. he may not realize it, but you did, because you paid attention. towards the end, you came to terms with yourself that it was never going to change.

and, rafe will continue living his life with sofia without knowing why you ended things, meanwhile you have to suffer with the knowledge that the man you love changed for another woman, when you desperately wanted it to be for you.

[rafeysafterglow]

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silver springs

pairing: rafe cameron x ex!reader summary: 5 times reader haunting rafe’s narrative (+1 when he finally moves on) warnings: angst, no happy ending, suggestive, mentions of depression, rafe x sofia in the end, paragraphs in italics indicate flashbacks a/n: my first 5+1 fic :p this is my fave work yet so pls don’t let this flop 😓 lowq hate the subtitles but oh well

1. the morning after

rafe opened his eyes, finding himself in the same position as last night, where you left him. his head pounding, body heavy, eyes bloodshot, he looks around his living room. the couch he unknowingly slept on caused his back to ache.

the whole room was a mess, bottles littered the floor, the air stank of weed and piss, and lamps knocked over. last night was another typical night for him, hosting a party while ward and rose was away. his eyes trained on the clock, noting that they would be back home soon. but that’s the least of rafe’s worries.

last night, you broke things off with him, which came as a great surprise to him. he tried the best of his abilities to recall exactly what you said, despite all the alcohol and coke clouding his mind.

“it just isn’t working out, rafe. i think we should break up.”

at first, he didn’t think you were being serious. for him, he had been having a really fun time with you. turns out, the feeling wasn’t mutual at all. for him, he really thought you and him could go somewhere, farther in a relationship than he had ever gone. this realization terrified him, but throughout the months of pure bliss that was the relationship, he learned to accept it. oh, how sideways things would go.

rafe remains lying on the couch, unable to move his body. he felt your absence intensely, mainly because, you used to be the person who helps him get back into shape after a hard night.

he felt your hand graze across his face, your warm and delicate fingers contrasting to his cold cheeks. although his eyes was still closed, he could feel how close you were, your scent invading his space, your breath caressing him.

“rafe. rafe, baby, wake up,” you whispered, gently nudging him. his eyes opened, confusion evident in his expression, before calming down after realizing it was you. “here, drink this water, baby.”

he took the glass of water from your hands before sitting up and drinking it. you took the now vacant spot next to him, your palm roaming around his back, your face pressed against his bicep.

rafe downed the water in seconds, droplets coating his lips. you tilted your head up towards him, catching the beads of ice water with your lips before pecking him. before you could pull away, though, he grabs the back of your head before smashing his lips against yours, making his way down your throat, and nestling his face into the crook of your neck.

he was always like this whenever he was hangover, clingy and needy. you tried to ignore the fact he was ever only like this when he isn’t himself. you two stayed like that until the cleaners arrived.

rafe plays that memory in his head, still in denial that you are no longer part of his life. no one will ever tend to him during a hangover anymore, a reality he needed to accept, fast.

2. the post-breakup

it’s been a few days since you left him. he hasn’t been able to get you off of his head. every minute, every second, he sees you, just a figment of his imagination. he has tried, many times, to reach out, but he held himself back each time, fearing that it’ll make things worse.

he’s been moving as if he does’t exist anymore. days pass, he wakes up, eats, showers, and goes back into deep slumber. his movements doesn’t register in his mind, he works like a wind-up toy, his consciousness far away.

sometimes, if he has a short window of awareness, he would acknowledge his depression-like ways, but then your face flashes across his mind, and the process repeats.

truth be told, this breakup hits him harder than he expected. the thing he hates most is that he had no explanation from you. just a short “we’re done, rafe.” he thought you were happy because, hell, he was. he really was happy with you. happiest he’s ever been. and he knows it’s because of you.

your kindness, gentleness, and tenderness touched him right in his heart. you showed him warmth and affection when no one in his life had.

no one comes to check on him. he has burned too many bridges with the people he cares most.

the day he breaks the pattern is the day you text him. he was lying on his bed, as per usual, when his phone chimes. he didn’t even hear it, before a second one comes in. he grabs his phone without changing position.

hey, rafe.

can i come over? i wanna get my stuff.

he stares at the message, words blurring together. after a minute to digest things, he slowly got up and scoured around his rooms for your things.

your hoodies, which you kept here in case you wanted to stay over. your skincare routine, which is stored in small travel containers. your charger, which you brought here because you two kept arguing over his. your glitter tumbler, which you call your “comfort water bottle” and bring it everywhere you go. and many more.

he gathers them all, ignoring the strain on his heart whenever he finds another item of yours. he shoves them all into a box, not even glancing long enough to register what it was. that is until he comes across the one thing he wanted to forget. your blanket.

the door clicks open, signaling that rafe was home. you were snugged in between a mountain of pillows on the sofa, tv already on and hamilton filling the screen.

rafe’s heart skips a beat at the sight. you, making yourself at home at his house. this is what he’s been yearning for all his life. somebody he could come home to. somebody for him to love and love him back.

“rafe! you’re finally home! i didn’t wanna fall asleep before saying goodnight to you,” you squealed, arms opening to invite him in. he immediately drops everything in his hands and joins you on the couch, your arms embracing him. after a long hard day, this is what he needed.

you and rafe curled up together, underneath a thick patchwork blanket, one he’s sure he’s never seen before. “this new?” he asks you, face buried into your hair.

“oh! i completely forgot! i made this, look! i sewed our old clothes that no longer fit together. see, this is your old varsity jacket,” you say, pointing to the logo, “this is my old onesie i used to wear a lot when i was a baby,” your finger moved upwards towards a soft-pink fuzzy square.

he swears, his heart couldn’t take much anymore, he felt like he was going to explode from your sweetness. what did he do to deserve somebody as caring and attentive as you? whatever god he prayed to, he would be doing a lot of thanking in his lifetime.

you continued to point out and mention every single square of the patchwork, not noticing how rafe was admiring you, barely listening. “i love it, i love it a lot,” he whispers, afraid that if he spoke one more word, his throat would constrict.

you two spent the night coddled up, the tv in the background softly buzzing, with your voice humming along to hamilton.

rafe wishes more than anything to erase that memory. no, what he wishes most is to hate you, to resent you. but, how could he? if only he could only recall the worst parts of you. then, maybe this grieving process could progress even faster.

he shoves the blanket roughly into the box before carrying down the stairs and dropping it on his front porch, not giving it a second thought. he would rather die than see your face again.

3. the accidental encounter

there comes a time after a separation that you, inevitably, run into your ex. rafe has spent the last month sulking around his house, only going out to places he’s sure you would never go to. this day, though, he was forced by topper and kelce to join them at a bonfire.

reluctantly, he agreed. frankly, he was tired of being a miserable loser who mopes over a girl.

he sits on top of a hill, drink in hand, already half empty. staring down at all the people mingling, he wishes he was one of them. even with the deafening music, blinding fire, and pungent smell of sweat and alcohol, he still couldn’t take his mind off of you. what were you doing right this moment? were you thinking of him, like he was with you?

he took a giant swig of his drink before his eyes landing on somebody in the crowd. you. it seems like his body instantly knows where you are.

god, you look amazing, blissfully unaffected by the absence of him in your life — a complete contrast to him. he hated how happy you looked, how only he was suffering from the aftermath and you continued living your life normally.

as if you could sense rafe’s gaze, your head turned towards him, your eyes meeting his straight away. your eyes widen just a little, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you’re affected by his nearness.

quickly turning your head back, you nod your head along to whatever your friend was babbling on about. you tried your hardest to refrain from facing him again, to see how he was doing, to apologize to him with your eyes.

you could still feel his eyes on you, which makes you wonder what he was thinking about. little did you know, he was reflecting on the night he introduced you to his friends for the first time, on this exact beach.

rafe’s arms thrown over your back, he lead you towards his group of friends. no amount of debating or protesting from you could keep him from making his way across the bonfire, winding through the crowd.

topper, kelce, and a few other people who often mingled with them, sat around on tree stumps, in a circle around a small fire. “yo! rafe! where the hell have ya’ been man?” topper called out, raising his beer bottle in greeting.

you and rafe stopped nearby the group, your side pressed against his. the cool air breeze blew in between your coat, making you shiver. that, and the anxiety coursing through your body. “yo, guys, i wanna introduce you to my girl. we’ve been dating for a while,” rafe declared, definitively.

he nudged you lightly, which causes you to wave and introduce yourself with a slight smile. the whole group all said their hi’s simultaneously, with no sign of disdain, which you — secretly — expected.

rafe sat down at the only available space, in between kelce and a girl you’ve never seen before, pulling you down and placing you on his lap, not caring how others gave you the stink eye. the girl beside you started chatting it up with you, jabbering on about ‘girly things,’ rafe claimed.

as the conversation carried on, rafe couldn’t help but hold on to your waist tighter, feeling unreasonably content with how easily you integrated into his friend group, how comfortably you fit into his life.

by the time the reminiscing ends, rafe’s bottle is empty, telling him it’s time to leave. he bids top and kelc goodbye, ignoring the complaints spilling out of their mouths. he trudges through the sand, leaving everything behind him, you and the memories that haunt him.

but, it seems that fate has it out for him, because as he walks out at the same time as you. “rafe,” you call out, your face regretful.

he stops, mid-step. he debates whether to completely ignore you and walk away, or to hear you out. as much as he wants to do nothing but hurt you the way you hurt him, he chooses the latter.

“you look good,” you comment, your eyes going down his figure. he was sporting his typical asshole rafe facade, which, strangely, made you miss him more.

“yeah, yeah, uh… ya’ look good too,” he slurs his words, feet swaying a little. before you could voice out your worry, he opens his mouth, “look, uh… i gotta go. yeah, see ya’.” he raises his arm in goodbye, and stumbles down the hill.

you stare at him for a little while longer, trying to swallow the feeling that he was itching to get away from you.

4. the first date

after the unfortunate meet-up, rafe decides enough is enough. he’s rafe fucking cameron. he doesn’t get hung up over a girl, he moves on to another one. any girl on the island would be more than willing, at least, that’s what topper told him. but, he decided to finally give the bartender from the club, who has been making heart eyes at him, a chance.

sofia hasn’t been able to stop giggling since they arrived to the restaurant, and it’s getting on rafe’s last nerves. she’s practically jumping on her seat, hair twirling, and subtle leg grazes underneath the table that she thinks is turning him on.

coincidentally, he chose the exact same restaurant you and him went to for your first date. or, maybe, his subconscious chose it. in his defence, the food was good and he enjoyed the overall experience. he didn’t think that it was because of the company he had.

the waiter takes the orders and sofia opts for the salmon. oh hell, what are the chances she would pick the exact same think as you did? rafe stares at sofia, his mind away, before snapping back to reality as the waiter calls on him.

after the waiter leaves, sofia wastes no time before starting a conversation. she drones on about some nonsense that you couldn’t pay to make rafe care, as he’s distracted by the intrusive thoughts of you.

“rafe! you didn’t tell me we were going to somewhere fancy! i would’ve dressed better,” you berated him, following him towards your table.

“stop, ya’ look perfect as is,” he whispered into your ear and kissed your neck before pulling out your chair. you sat down as you wondered about how this is the rafe cameron your friends warned you about.

you both ordered — salmon for you and steak for him — before settling into a comfortable conversation. he asked you some basic questions about yourself, and you answer as truthfully as you can.

by the fifth question, you grew tired of the one-sided questions. “what is this? some sort of interview? why can’t i ask you something?” you teased.

“okay, go on, ask me something then,” he smiled against the glass of his drink, “but i thought ya’ already knew everything about me from the stalking ya’ did with your friends.”

your face burned with embarrassment, having been called out. you recalled the time you and your friends stalked his profile, and your friend, god bless her, accidentally liked his post from two years ago.

“yeah, i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, sheepishly. you looked around the room, trying to think of a question that would throw him off. “do you prefer cats or dogs?” you asked, not able to think of a better question.

“that’s your question? do i prefer cats or dogs?” he mocked, “oh, that’s too personal for me, sorry. ya’ stepped over the line.”

“hey! it’s an important thing to ask someone! for me, it’s a deal breaker,” you whispered.

“it’s a deal breaker, huh? well, i better answer this right,” he pretended to think for a moment, “cats. i prefer cats.”

“oh. good job, cameron. you answered correctly,” you tried your hardest not to seem that affected by him, you didn’t want to feed into his already-too-big ego.

the food came, you two ate while continuing taking turns asking each other questions, and after rafe payed and a quick make-out session in his car, he dropped you off in front of your door.

“so, is a second date in the cards for me?” he smirked, thumb caressing your cheek.

“hm. i guess you passed, cameron. today wasn’t half bad,” you tip-toed and pecked him on the lips.

“rafe? you okay?” sofia questions, fingers snapping in front of his face, gaining his attention and pulling him out of his daydream.

“yeah, uh, i’m okay,” he nods. even on a date with another girl, he still cannot get rid of you. he curses you in his mind, willing his best to listen to sofia.

5. the anniversary

sofia and rafe has been dating for over a month, and for sofia, it has been the best month of her life. for rafe, he feels like he failed — having a girl nearby only enlarges the void of you. everything sofia does, he can’t help but compare it to you.

on the count of it being a month of dating, sofia insists on celebrating the milestone. rafe didn’t even know a month was worth commemorating, but sofia was all giddy, he couldn’t help but feel bad.

sofia planned the whole day, starting first with gifts. as always with everything in his life, rafe didn’t give it much thought. he just bought the first thing he saw when browsing through her — your — favourite boutique. after he handed her the sloppily wrapped gift, she quickly ripped apart the paper before squealing with joy, which surprised rafe with how the windows in his house didn’t break.

now it was her turn, and the effort couldn’t be more different than rafe’s. the box is wrapped in a blue and green polka dot pattern, adorned with a white bow. rafe slowly pulls the bowtie undone, while sofia restlessly couldn’t contain her excitement beside him.

he looks inside, and it’s a heart keychain. he picks it up, and that’s when he sees the writing engraved on the surface.

rafe + sofia 4ever

even before rafe could react, sofia shrieks and wraps her arms around his neck, which catches him by surprise. “don’t you love it? you could attach it to your bike keys and be reminded of me forever!” she peppers kisses all over his face.

but rafe can’t seem to reciprocate the gesture because he’s transported back to the time he celebrated his six month anniversary with you.

“okay, okay, my turn now!” you clapped your hands in excitement, having been impatient for the past week. not to toot your own horn, but what you got him is probably the best gift you’ve ever given anybody. and it most definitely tops rafe’s gift.

you hid the gift as best as you could, which was hard, given that it was half the size of you. you forced rafe to put on a blindfold, which he told you he had never had to do his whole life, and to sit patiently.

you dragged the gift, painstakingly, all by yourself and set it in front of him. at first, you wanted to wrap it, but the gift spoke for itself — and it would take a whole village to wrap it.

“okay! open your eyes!” you bounced on your feet, waiting anxiously for rafe’s reaction. “tada!” you jazz-handed, failing miserably to hide your unease.

rafe just sat there, eyes wide and mouth agape. his eyes raked up and down, almost not believing what he was seeing.

in front of him stood a golf bag, complete with clubs.

finally, rafe broke his silence, “what. the. fuck.” he stood up and ran to you, picking you up effortlessly and spinning you around. you giggled as he showered you with kisses.

“i take it you like my gift?” you grinned once he set you down.

“you’re kidding, right? i love it!” he kissed you again, this time harder on the lips. once you two separated, he touched your foreheads together, his hands stabilizing the back of your neck. he whispered something against your lips which made your heart stop, “i love you.”

this was the first time any of you said those three words, but right now feels right. “i love you, too.” how could you not? “wait, wait, before i forget. there’s still more.”

“more?! what did i do to deserve you,” he whispered, mostly to himself.

you picked up a specific golf stick, angling the club head towards him. there, on the metal surface, was your name engraved in cursive.

rafe said nothing, which made you doubt whether this was too far or not. but then, “i think i’m gonna have a heart attack.”

you laugh at his ridiculousness, shoving him lightly. he pulled your arm and tugged you into your chest. “this is so perfect. you’re so perfect,” he kissed into your hair.

+1 the moving on

it’s been slightly over a year since sofia and rafe started dating. slowly but surely, he got over you. he no longer thinks of you whenever sofia does, well, literally anything.

he no longer thinks of you when she brings him a cup of water when he’s hangover. he no longer thinks of you when the two of them cuddle up to watch a movie together. he no longer thinks of you when he passes by that one specific restaurant. in short, he’s fallen deep in love with sofia that it pushes all the memories of you out.

it wasn’t always that simple though. when they hit the three month mark, sofia sensed that rafe wasn’t into her as much as she was into him. so, she broke it off. but, rafe found himself missing her, realizing that she mended his broken heart. he groveled, begged, for her forgiveness. in the end, the only thing that would win her back is opening up to her.

eventually, rafe confided in her, about you, and about how deeply affected he was by how the whole thing went down. sofia saw how hard it was for rafe to share all of this, and it warmed her heart how he trusted her, and she forgave him.

and as toxic as it seems, that was a sign for rafe that it’s time for the next step. any other woman would run at the mention of an ex, but sofia stayed, and listened. all his friends were encouraging him, having seen how sofia makes him happy.

so, that’s why he found himself on the beach, at sunset, down on one knee, proposing. with little to no hesitation, sofia jumped into rafe’s arms, nearly causing him to stumble, and repeated, “yes! yes! a million times yes!”

little did they both know, you were nearby, watching them. your heart ached, seeing how rafe moved on, yet you haven’t. it seems selfish, you acknowledged it, but a part of you wished he never got over you. because you never did.

when sofia is busy showing off her new rock to her friends, you took the time to go to rafe. to congratulate him, you told yourself. “hey rafe, congrats,” you say behind him, causing him to turn around.

if he was shocked by your appearance, he didn’t show it. “hey! uh, yeah, thanks,” he shrugs.

“listen rafe, i know i never told you why i broke it off, and i realize how fucked up that is. so, i wanted to let you know that-”

before you could explain yourself, he cut you off, “honestly, i don’t need to know. i’m gonna admit, yeah, i was pretty hung up over ya’ for a long time but, sofia helped me get over it. she’s been the light in my life despite how shit i acted at first,” he chuckles at the thought, “but, i’m truly happy now. and whatever reason ya’ might have, i don’t care for it.”

at that, he turns and runs over to sofia, surprising her by lifting her from behind. you stare at them, not knowing that a year earlier, rafe was a completely different person — a sad, miserable guy that wanted nothing but to have you back.

truth is, you ended it because, whether he realized it or not, whenever you two were on a date, you saw how his eyes would trail towards another woman. or, whenever you weren’t around, he would subtly flirt with other woman. he may not realize it, but you did, because you paid attention. towards the end, you came to terms with yourself that it was never going to change.

and, rafe will continue living his life with sofia without knowing why you ended things, meanwhile you have to suffer with the knowledge that the man you love changed for another woman, when you desperately wanted it to be for you.

[rafeysafterglow]

silver springs

pairing: rafe cameron x ex!reader summary: 5 times reader haunting rafe’s narrative (+1 when he finally moves on) warnings: angst, no happy ending, suggestive, mentions of depression, rafe x sofia in the end, paragraphs in italics indicate flashbacks a/n: my first 5+1 fic :p this is my fave work yet so pls don’t let this flop 😓 lowq hate the subtitles but oh well

1. the morning after

rafe opened his eyes, finding himself in the same position as last night, where you left him. his head pounding, body heavy, eyes bloodshot, he looks around his living room. the couch he unknowingly slept on caused his back to ache.

the whole room was a mess, bottles littered the floor, the air stank of weed and piss, and lamps knocked over. last night was another typical night for him, hosting a party while ward and rose was away. his eyes trained on the clock, noting that they would be back home soon. but that’s the least of rafe’s worries.

last night, you broke things off with him, which came as a great surprise to him. he tried the best of his abilities to recall exactly what you said, despite all the alcohol and coke clouding his mind.

“it just isn’t working out, rafe. i think we should break up.”

at first, he didn’t think you were being serious. for him, he had been having a really fun time with you. turns out, the feeling wasn’t mutual at all. for him, he really thought you and him could go somewhere, farther in a relationship than he had ever gone. this realization terrified him, but throughout the months of pure bliss that was the relationship, he learned to accept it. oh, how sideways things would go.

rafe remains lying on the couch, unable to move his body. he felt your absence intensely, mainly because, you used to be the person who helps him get back into shape after a hard night.

he felt your hand graze across his face, your warm and delicate fingers contrasting to his cold cheeks. although his eyes was still closed, he could feel how close you were, your scent invading his space, your breath caressing him.

“rafe. rafe, baby, wake up,” you whispered, gently nudging him. his eyes opened, confusion evident in his expression, before calming down after realizing it was you. “here, drink this water, baby.”

he took the glass of water from your hands before sitting up and drinking it. you took the now vacant spot next to him, your palm roaming around his back, your face pressed against his bicep.

rafe downed the water in seconds, droplets coating his lips. you tilted your head up towards him, catching the beads of ice water with your lips before pecking him. before you could pull away, though, he grabs the back of your head before smashing his lips against yours, making his way down your throat, and nestling his face into the crook of your neck.

he was always like this whenever he was hangover, clingy and needy. you tried to ignore the fact he was ever only like this when he isn’t himself. you two stayed like that until the cleaners arrived.

rafe plays that memory in his head, still in denial that you are no longer part of his life. no one will ever tend to him during a hangover anymore, a reality he needed to accept, fast.

2. the post-breakup

it’s been a few days since you left him. he hasn’t been able to get you off of his head. every minute, every second, he sees you, just a figment of his imagination. he has tried, many times, to reach out, but he held himself back each time, fearing that it’ll make things worse.

he’s been moving as if he does’t exist anymore. days pass, he wakes up, eats, showers, and goes back into deep slumber. his movements doesn’t register in his mind, he works like a wind-up toy, his consciousness far away.

sometimes, if he has a short window of awareness, he would acknowledge his depression-like ways, but then your face flashes across his mind, and the process repeats.

truth be told, this breakup hits him harder than he expected. the thing he hates most is that he had no explanation from you. just a short “we’re done, rafe.” he thought you were happy because, hell, he was. he really was happy with you. happiest he’s ever been. and he knows it’s because of you.

your kindness, gentleness, and tenderness touched him right in his heart. you showed him warmth and affection when no one in his life had.

no one comes to check on him. he has burned too many bridges with the people he cares most.

the day he breaks the pattern is the day you text him. he was lying on his bed, as per usual, when his phone chimes. he didn’t even hear it, before a second one comes in. he grabs his phone without changing position.

hey, rafe.

can i come over? i wanna get my stuff.

he stares at the message, words blurring together. after a minute to digest things, he slowly got up and scoured around his rooms for your things.

your hoodies, which you kept here in case you wanted to stay over. your skincare routine, which is stored in small travel containers. your charger, which you brought here because you two kept arguing over his. your glitter tumbler, which you call your “comfort water bottle” and bring it everywhere you go. and many more.

he gathers them all, ignoring the strain on his heart whenever he finds another item of yours. he shoves them all into a box, not even glancing long enough to register what it was. that is until he comes across the one thing he wanted to forget. your blanket.

the door clicks open, signaling that rafe was home. you were snugged in between a mountain of pillows on the sofa, tv already on and hamilton filling the screen.

rafe’s heart skips a beat at the sight. you, making yourself at home at his house. this is what he’s been yearning for all his life. somebody he could come home to. somebody for him to love and love him back.

“rafe! you’re finally home! i didn’t wanna fall asleep before saying goodnight to you,” you squealed, arms opening to invite him in. he immediately drops everything in his hands and joins you on the couch, your arms embracing him. after a long hard day, this is what he needed.

you and rafe curled up together, underneath a thick patchwork blanket, one he’s sure he’s never seen before. “this new?” he asks you, face buried into your hair.

“oh! i completely forgot! i made this, look! i sewed our old clothes that no longer fit together. see, this is your old varsity jacket,” you say, pointing to the logo, “this is my old onesie i used to wear a lot when i was a baby,” your finger moved upwards towards a soft-pink fuzzy square.

he swears, his heart couldn’t take much anymore, he felt like he was going to explode from your sweetness. what did he do to deserve somebody as caring and attentive as you? whatever god he prayed to, he would be doing a lot of thanking in his lifetime.

you continued to point out and mention every single square of the patchwork, not noticing how rafe was admiring you, barely listening. “i love it, i love it a lot,” he whispers, afraid that if he spoke one more word, his throat would constrict.

you two spent the night coddled up, the tv in the background softly buzzing, with your voice humming along to hamilton.

rafe wishes more than anything to erase that memory. no, what he wishes most is to hate you, to resent you. but, how could he? if only he could only recall the worst parts of you. then, maybe this grieving process could progress even faster.

he shoves the blanket roughly into the box before carrying down the stairs and dropping it on his front porch, not giving it a second thought. he would rather die than see your face again.

3. the accidental encounter

there comes a time after a separation that you, inevitably, run into your ex. rafe has spent the last month sulking around his house, only going out to places he’s sure you would never go to. this day, though, he was forced by topper and kelce to join them at a bonfire.

reluctantly, he agreed. frankly, he was tired of being a miserable loser who mopes over a girl.

he sits on top of a hill, drink in hand, already half empty. staring down at all the people mingling, he wishes he was one of them. even with the deafening music, blinding fire, and pungent smell of sweat and alcohol, he still couldn’t take his mind off of you. what were you doing right this moment? were you thinking of him, like he was with you?

he took a giant swig of his drink before his eyes landing on somebody in the crowd. you. it seems like his body instantly knows where you are.

god, you look amazing, blissfully unaffected by the absence of him in your life — a complete contrast to him. he hated how happy you looked, how only he was suffering from the aftermath and you continued living your life normally.

as if you could sense rafe’s gaze, your head turned towards him, your eyes meeting his straight away. your eyes widen just a little, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you’re affected by his nearness.

quickly turning your head back, you nod your head along to whatever your friend was babbling on about. you tried your hardest to refrain from facing him again, to see how he was doing, to apologize to him with your eyes.

you could still feel his eyes on you, which makes you wonder what he was thinking about. little did you know, he was reflecting on the night he introduced you to his friends for the first time, on this exact beach.

rafe’s arms thrown over your back, he lead you towards his group of friends. no amount of debating or protesting from you could keep him from making his way across the bonfire, winding through the crowd.

topper, kelce, and a few other people who often mingled with them, sat around on tree stumps, in a circle around a small fire. “yo! rafe! where the hell have ya’ been man?” topper called out, raising his beer bottle in greeting.

you and rafe stopped nearby the group, your side pressed against his. the cool air breeze blew in between your coat, making you shiver. that, and the anxiety coursing through your body. “yo, guys, i wanna introduce you to my girl. we’ve been dating for a while,” rafe declared, definitively.

he nudged you lightly, which causes you to wave and introduce yourself with a slight smile. the whole group all said their hi’s simultaneously, with no sign of disdain, which you — secretly — expected.

rafe sat down at the only available space, in between kelce and a girl you’ve never seen before, pulling you down and placing you on his lap, not caring how others gave you the stink eye. the girl beside you started chatting it up with you, jabbering on about ‘girly things,’ rafe claimed.

as the conversation carried on, rafe couldn’t help but hold on to your waist tighter, feeling unreasonably content with how easily you integrated into his friend group, how comfortably you fit into his life.

by the time the reminiscing ends, rafe’s bottle is empty, telling him it’s time to leave. he bids top and kelc goodbye, ignoring the complaints spilling out of their mouths. he trudges through the sand, leaving everything behind him, you and the memories that haunt him.

but, it seems that fate has it out for him, because as he walks out at the same time as you. “rafe,” you call out, your face regretful.

he stops, mid-step. he debates whether to completely ignore you and walk away, or to hear you out. as much as he wants to do nothing but hurt you the way you hurt him, he chooses the latter.

“you look good,” you comment, your eyes going down his figure. he was sporting his typical asshole rafe facade, which, strangely, made you miss him more.

“yeah, yeah, uh… ya’ look good too,” he slurs his words, feet swaying a little. before you could voice out your worry, he opens his mouth, “look, uh… i gotta go. yeah, see ya’.” he raises his arm in goodbye, and stumbles down the hill.

you stare at him for a little while longer, trying to swallow the feeling that he was itching to get away from you.

4. the first date

after the unfortunate meet-up, rafe decides enough is enough. he’s rafe fucking cameron. he doesn’t get hung up over a girl, he moves on to another one. any girl on the island would be more than willing, at least, that’s what topper told him. but, he decided to finally give the bartender from the club, who has been making heart eyes at him, a chance.

sofia hasn’t been able to stop giggling since they arrived to the restaurant, and it’s getting on rafe’s last nerves. she’s practically jumping on her seat, hair twirling, and subtle leg grazes underneath the table that she thinks is turning him on.

coincidentally, he chose the exact same restaurant you and him went to for your first date. or, maybe, his subconscious chose it. in his defence, the food was good and he enjoyed the overall experience. he didn’t think that it was because of the company he had.

the waiter takes the orders and sofia opts for the salmon. oh hell, what are the chances she would pick the exact same think as you did? rafe stares at sofia, his mind away, before snapping back to reality as the waiter calls on him.

after the waiter leaves, sofia wastes no time before starting a conversation. she drones on about some nonsense that you couldn’t pay to make rafe care, as he’s distracted by the intrusive thoughts of you.

“rafe! you didn’t tell me we were going to somewhere fancy! i would’ve dressed better,” you berated him, following him towards your table.

“stop, ya’ look perfect as is,” he whispered into your ear and kissed your neck before pulling out your chair. you sat down as you wondered about how this is the rafe cameron your friends warned you about.

you both ordered — salmon for you and steak for him — before settling into a comfortable conversation. he asked you some basic questions about yourself, and you answer as truthfully as you can.

by the fifth question, you grew tired of the one-sided questions. “what is this? some sort of interview? why can’t i ask you something?” you teased.

“okay, go on, ask me something then,” he smiled against the glass of his drink, “but i thought ya’ already knew everything about me from the stalking ya’ did with your friends.”

your face burned with embarrassment, having been called out. you recalled the time you and your friends stalked his profile, and your friend, god bless her, accidentally liked his post from two years ago.

“yeah, i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, sheepishly. you looked around the room, trying to think of a question that would throw him off. “do you prefer cats or dogs?” you asked, not able to think of a better question.

“that’s your question? do i prefer cats or dogs?” he mocked, “oh, that’s too personal for me, sorry. ya’ stepped over the line.”

“hey! it’s an important thing to ask someone! for me, it’s a deal breaker,” you whispered.

“it’s a deal breaker, huh? well, i better answer this right,” he pretended to think for a moment, “cats. i prefer cats.”

“oh. good job, cameron. you answered correctly,” you tried your hardest not to seem that affected by him, you didn’t want to feed into his already-too-big ego.

the food came, you two ate while continuing taking turns asking each other questions, and after rafe payed and a quick make-out session in his car, he dropped you off in front of your door.

“so, is a second date in the cards for me?” he smirked, thumb caressing your cheek.

“hm. i guess you passed, cameron. today wasn’t half bad,” you tip-toed and pecked him on the lips.

“rafe? you okay?” sofia questions, fingers snapping in front of his face, gaining his attention and pulling him out of his daydream.

“yeah, uh, i’m okay,” he nods. even on a date with another girl, he still cannot get rid of you. he curses you in his mind, willing his best to listen to sofia.

5. the anniversary

sofia and rafe has been dating for over a month, and for sofia, it has been the best month of her life. for rafe, he feels like he failed — having a girl nearby only enlarges the void of you. everything sofia does, he can’t help but compare it to you.

on the count of it being a month of dating, sofia insists on celebrating the milestone. rafe didn’t even know a month was worth commemorating, but sofia was all giddy, he couldn’t help but feel bad.

sofia planned the whole day, starting first with gifts. as always with everything in his life, rafe didn’t give it much thought. he just bought the first thing he saw when browsing through her — your — favourite boutique. after he handed her the sloppily wrapped gift, she quickly ripped apart the paper before squealing with joy, which surprised rafe with how the windows in his house didn’t break.

now it was her turn, and the effort couldn’t be more different than rafe’s. the box is wrapped in a blue and green polka dot pattern, adorned with a white bow. rafe slowly pulls the bowtie undone, while sofia restlessly couldn’t contain her excitement beside him.

he looks inside, and it’s a heart keychain. he picks it up, and that’s when he sees the writing engraved on the surface.

rafe + sofia 4ever

even before rafe could react, sofia shrieks and wraps her arms around his neck, which catches him by surprise. “don’t you love it? you could attach it to your bike keys and be reminded of me forever!” she peppers kisses all over his face.

but rafe can’t seem to reciprocate the gesture because he’s transported back to the time he celebrated his six month anniversary with you.

“okay, okay, my turn now!” you clapped your hands in excitement, having been impatient for the past week. not to toot your own horn, but what you got him is probably the best gift you’ve ever given anybody. and it most definitely tops rafe’s gift.

you hid the gift as best as you could, which was hard, given that it was half the size of you. you forced rafe to put on a blindfold, which he told you he had never had to do his whole life, and to sit patiently.

you dragged the gift, painstakingly, all by yourself and set it in front of him. at first, you wanted to wrap it, but the gift spoke for itself — and it would take a whole village to wrap it.

“okay! open your eyes!” you bounced on your feet, waiting anxiously for rafe’s reaction. “tada!” you jazz-handed, failing miserably to hide your unease.

rafe just sat there, eyes wide and mouth agape. his eyes raked up and down, almost not believing what he was seeing.

in front of him stood a golf bag, complete with clubs.

finally, rafe broke his silence, “what. the. fuck.” he stood up and ran to you, picking you up effortlessly and spinning you around. you giggled as he showered you with kisses.

“i take it you like my gift?” you grinned once he set you down.

“you’re kidding, right? i love it!” he kissed you again, this time harder on the lips. once you two separated, he touched your foreheads together, his hands stabilizing the back of your neck. he whispered something against your lips which made your heart stop, “i love you.”

this was the first time any of you said those three words, but right now feels right. “i love you, too.” how could you not? “wait, wait, before i forget. there’s still more.”

“more?! what did i do to deserve you,” he whispered, mostly to himself.

you picked up a specific golf stick, angling the club head towards him. there, on the metal surface, was your name engraved in cursive.

rafe said nothing, which made you doubt whether this was too far or not. but then, “i think i’m gonna have a heart attack.”

you laugh at his ridiculousness, shoving him lightly. he pulled your arm and tugged you into your chest. “this is so perfect. you’re so perfect,” he kissed into your hair.

+1 the moving on

it’s been slightly over a year since sofia and rafe started dating. slowly but surely, he got over you. he no longer thinks of you whenever sofia does, well, literally anything.

he no longer thinks of you when she brings him a cup of water when he’s hangover. he no longer thinks of you when the two of them cuddle up to watch a movie together. he no longer thinks of you when he passes by that one specific restaurant. in short, he’s fallen deep in love with sofia that it pushes all the memories of you out.

it wasn’t always that simple though. when they hit the three month mark, sofia sensed that rafe wasn’t into her as much as she was into him. so, she broke it off. but, rafe found himself missing her, realizing that she mended his broken heart. he groveled, begged, for her forgiveness. in the end, the only thing that would win her back is opening up to her.

eventually, rafe confided in her, about you, and about how deeply affected he was by how the whole thing went down. sofia saw how hard it was for rafe to share all of this, and it warmed her heart how he trusted her, and she forgave him.

and as toxic as it seems, that was a sign for rafe that it’s time for the next step. any other woman would run at the mention of an ex, but sofia stayed, and listened. all his friends were encouraging him, having seen how sofia makes him happy.

so, that’s why he found himself on the beach, at sunset, down on one knee, proposing. with little to no hesitation, sofia jumped into rafe’s arms, nearly causing him to stumble, and repeated, “yes! yes! a million times yes!”

little did they both know, you were nearby, watching them. your heart ached, seeing how rafe moved on, yet you haven’t. it seems selfish, you acknowledged it, but a part of you wished he never got over you. because you never did.

when sofia is busy showing off her new rock to her friends, you took the time to go to rafe. to congratulate him, you told yourself. “hey rafe, congrats,” you say behind him, causing him to turn around.

if he was shocked by your appearance, he didn’t show it. “hey! uh, yeah, thanks,” he shrugs.

“listen rafe, i know i never told you why i broke it off, and i realize how fucked up that is. so, i wanted to let you know that-”

before you could explain yourself, he cut you off, “honestly, i don’t need to know. i’m gonna admit, yeah, i was pretty hung up over ya’ for a long time but, sofia helped me get over it. she’s been the light in my life despite how shit i acted at first,” he chuckles at the thought, “but, i’m truly happy now. and whatever reason ya’ might have, i don’t care for it.”

at that, he turns and runs over to sofia, surprising her by lifting her from behind. you stare at them, not knowing that a year earlier, rafe was a completely different person — a sad, miserable guy that wanted nothing but to have you back.

truth is, you ended it because, whether he realized it or not, whenever you two were on a date, you saw how his eyes would trail towards another woman. or, whenever you weren’t around, he would subtly flirt with other woman. he may not realize it, but you did, because you paid attention. towards the end, you came to terms with yourself that it was never going to change.

and, rafe will continue living his life with sofia without knowing why you ended things, meanwhile you have to suffer with the knowledge that the man you love changed for another woman, when you desperately wanted it to be for you.

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yall are not ready for this fic i have in my draft rn.... probs my fave work ive done... most likely for a long time

releasing (hopefully) 2pm est

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omg this is so nice !!! my first time getting tagged in one of these !!! thank you 🫶

rec's list (i hope i don't repeat things i included in the last rec list)

before he goes dad!rafe @rafesgreasycurtainbangs fluff

got you dad!rafe fluff rafesgreasycurtainbangs

isn't she lovely dad!rafe angst to fluff @whytheylosttheirmindss

you knock me out, i fall apart dad!rafe fluff whytheylosttheirminds

toxic toxic!rafe/toxic!reader @urmum-lovesme

helping you breath bf!rafe smut @s0lidar1ty

leave me on read, i dare you bf!rafe smut @rafes-slut

promise dilf!rafe x teacher!reader fluff @iiluvtaylorrussell

sugar coated chains older!rafe series @cameronsbabydoll

ex husband rafe series cameronsbabydoll

reach or try bf!drew angst @rafedarling

natural state bf!rafe smut @houseofblve

preteen strugle dad!rafe angst to fluff @mariespen

holy fire bf!rafe @lazysoulwriter

birthdays jj maybank x maybank!sister angst urmum-lovesme

twin flames dad!rafe series @maybejj

bunny rafe cameron x maybank!reader mature/angst urmum-lovesme

going through his phone bf!rafe angst to fluff @rafeysafterglow

elope husband!rafe @calypso-rt

have you ever tried this one? bf!rafe suggestive rafeysafterglow

at your feet bf!rafe fluff @lazysoulwriter

hidden vows drew starkey x secret!fiance series @psformybss

tall!gf @rowdydevs

safest place dad!drew rafedarling

playing the part under the sicilian sun fake!bf!rafe series @salem-s

golden chain rafe cameron smut @rafesbabygirlx

i'd run away and hide with you rafe cameron @rafescolors

co-star chemestry drew starkey @stvrkeysgal

good mom rafe cameron @rafeslittlepup

satisfied & burn jj maybank angst @loveharlow

where love lives rafe cameron @sargeant-bxrnes

promise ring rafe cameron @rafesangelita

if it was real, why did it hurt? frat!rafe psformybss

silver springs rafe cameron sargeant-bxrnes

single!dad!rafe @dollyfiles

casual college!drew series @chleem

come home blue!collar!rafe @moondustbaby

the black dog rafe cameron @autumnscribbles

single!dad!rafe x nanny!reader moondustbaby

babysit rafe cameron @crushpunky

some protector rafe cameron series @darlingstarkey

rafe cameron x nurse!fiance @drewfilms

confessions under sheets that smell like you rafe cameron salem-s

chocking rafe cameron smut @grapejuice32

witchy!reader rafe cameron @bubblesgarden

handmade gift rafe cameron @dollyfiles

i won't sleep no more rafe cameron @memoirofasparklemuff1n

injured/blurbfest rafe cameron @zyafics

i love you i'm sorry / part two rafe cameron angst/smut rowdydevs

single!dad rafe @dollyfiles

doctor!rafe @torturedtypewritersdept

comfort drew starkey chleem

sweetheart syndrome rafe cameron @hearts4hughes

interviewer drew starkey mini series (it has four parts i think) @er1nne

the power play college/hocker!player!rafe x tutor!reader finished series @nadvs

wash me good mechanic!rafe @cherrywriterrr

strawberry wine jj maybank au @featherandferns

party 4 you bff!rafe @cherrywriterrr

clumsy!reader rafe cameron @sunsetmade

pediatrician!rafe mini series @rafeslvbug

before you notices husband!rafe angst series cameronsbabydoll

note: please don't feel bad if i didn't add you to it. sometimes I read them, reblog them and forget to add them but i try to reblog every fic i read and for my readers this is some kind of saying sorry because i don't how long it's been since I've written something <3

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“shut up, mom” prank on rafe

pairing: rafe x single!mom!reader cw: swearing a/n: i’ve read other fics with this exact premise, i wanted to write one for single!mom!reader… ^_^

SINGLE!MOM!READER MASTERLIST ♡

shawn brought up the idea to you on the way home, “mom, look, look! look at this tiktok.” he shoves his phone in your face, despite you driving. flicking your eyes from the road to his phone, it was a video of someone pranking their dad by telling their mom to shut up. the reaction of the dad was, evidently, very entertaining, eliciting a small chuckle from you.

“what, you wanna try that with rafe?” you ask. shawn nods enthusiastically in reply.

that’s why, now, you’re standing in the kitchen, holding in your laugh while you made eye contact with shawn as he sets up his phone. he positions it behind a plant pot on the counter. rafe comes into the room, which is a sign to set your plan into motion.

“shawn, baby, can you clean up your room later?” you try your best to maintain seriousness, to not raise suspicions.

“ugh mom, are you still on that?” he groans, which would make you laugh at how good at acting he was, if it wouldn’t blow your cover.

rafe side-eyes him, which is reasonable because most of the time shawn would listen to you, no questions asked.

“yes, i’m still on that because when i went in there to get your laundry i almost tripped on a ball!”

“ugh, why are you still on me!” shawn yells, startling rafe.

“excuse me-” you begin.

“just shut up, mom!”

everything went still. you can feel the shock and anger radiating off of rafe. he slowly makes his way to shawn, who is pretending to be oblivious of the incoming storm.

“the hell did ya’ just say to your mother? i know ya’ didn’t just tell her to shut up.” his voice was low and intimidating, which would’ve scared you if it weren’t for the fact you were trying so hard not to grin.

shawn stays silent, not knowing what to reply. rafe looks very visibly upset, his forehead vein pulsating. after a pregnant pause, rafe becomes impatient and lowers his face closer to shawn.

“huh? ya’ all quiet now?”

at that, both you and shawn burst out laughing. rafe looks at both of you, furrowed eyebrows, confused. you make your way around the kitchen island and open your arms wide around rafe.

“aww, you’re so protective of me, rafe,” you coo.

“the fuck is going on here...” he whispers.

shawn points to the camera hidden, and rafe’s eyes go wide with realization. shawn makes matters worse by picking up his phone, still recording, and pointing the camera at rafe’s face. rafe shoves the camera away in response.

“turn that shit off.”

you and shawn continue cackling as you press play, rafe walking away, scoffing.

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im so crazily insanely happy :,)

You belong with me. 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤

Letter on my site :)

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Hi!!! Are you going to do part 2 to Mad Woman?

hi anon !!! im gonna be completely honest i fully intended it to be a one shot bcs i have no idea how to continue, but you’re the second person to ask me this so i might think about it! (no promises tho!!!)

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introducing rafe to your teen son

pairing: rafe x single!mom!reader cw: flangst, mean & protective teen boy, suggestive a lil a/n: the first official fic for my single!mom!reader ^_^

SINGLE!MOM!READER MASTERLIST ♡

you usually wouldn’t do this. you always tried to leave out your love life from your son. the last thing you wanted to do was give him false hope, false hope that he would finally have a father figure that would stay. it has always been the two of you. you and your little boy, that’s how it has been for the past thirteen years. but that all changed when, one day, you met rafe cameron.

it all started on a normal evening, when you went to pick up your son from school. your shoulders ached, the heat glistened against your skin, and your sunglasses did little to shade the blinding sun rays. to make matters worse, you heard the roar of a truck from behind you, pulling into the school’s pick-up lobby. you roll your eyes, thinking it was probably just another divorced dad who used the settlement to splash on a lavish item.

but before you could see the owner of said truck, you heard your son scream out, “mom!”, pulling your eyes away. your son, shawn, was making his way to you, with a girl you’ve never seen before trailing behind you. “mom, i wanna introduce you to my new friend, wheezie cameron.”

wheezie stepped forward, shaking your hand, “pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” you cringe at the nickname, promptly telling her to call you by your name.

all of a sudden, a voice cuts the conversation, “wheezie! let’s fucking go!”

“ugh sorry, that’s my stupid brother, i gotta go,” wheezie rolls her eyes. she says her goodbyes to the both of you before begrudgingly walking towards the direction of her brother.

your eyes follows her, which landed on the same truck from before. this time, though, a guy was leaning against it, who looked to be about your age. you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, he was so tall and so attractive, it was as if he had a magnetic force around him.

unfortunately though, he caught your eye, saw you staring, and smirked. you immediately lowered your eyes and tried to cover your reddening face with your hair. the guy, which you could safely assume is wheezie’s brother because she’s sitting impatiently in the passenger seat of his truck, laughs to himself before climbing into the driver’s seat and driving away.

“mom, you okay?” you hear from beside you, as a soft hand tugs on yours. shawn looked up to you with those big eyes you love so much, he was always so attentive to your feelings and moods.

you kissed his forehead, “i’m okay, baby.” but, you couldn’t stop thinking about wheezie’s crazily handsome older brother as you drove home.

days past, and you finally got over your weird fascination for the guy, mainly because you didn’t see him anymore, even when you tried to arrive at shawn’s school earlier.

then your son asks you if wheezie can come over to play. and you don’t know whether to thank or curse the universe because guess who comes to drop her off, with his obnoxiously loud truck.

he slowly strode towards you with his unspoken confidence, wheezie already running inside your house. when he reached you, he stuck his hand out, “the name’s rafe. rafe cameron.”

you shook his hand, before introducing yourself, “hey, i’m... shawn’s mom.” at first, you debated even introducing yourself as his mother because, although you could never be ashamed of shawn, you’ve grown accustomed to all the judgement of being a single mom. and you certainly didn’t want to face it from him, from rafe.

“you okay with taking care of both of them? where’s your husband?” you catch the subtle intention behind his question, wondering if you were single or not.

“um, no it’s just me, i’m afraid,” you laugh awkwardly. you never knew what to do in these situations, scared that all of a sudden, you would be deemed as the mom that couldn’t keep a guy.

“huh. i’ll take note of that,” rafe smirks. before you could reply, shawn runs from behind you towards rafe. out of nowhere, they both start to do a complicated handshake together, which shocks you.

“oh, you two met already?” you ask.

“yeah! i’ve seen him a lotta times whenever he’s picking up wheezie!” shawn exclaims.

“well, i gotta go, but tell wheezie i’ll pick her up around 6,” rafe tells you before turning around and heading towards his truck.

“will do!” you call out.

shawn starts to run towards the backyard, where wheezie is, but you stop him by grabbing his arms. “hey, baby, what do you think of rafe?”

“uh, yeah he’s cool, i guess. why’d you ask?”

“no reason, baby. go play.”

from then on, whenever wheezie comes over, rafe would always be there to drop her off. and one fateful day, he asked you out. of course, you said yes.

a few secret dates later, you brought up the idea to introduce him officially as your boyfriend to shawn.

“are you sure?” rafe asks, his lips trailing down your neck. your mind was fuzzy, you almost didn’t catch his question. you two were inside his truck, which you’ve begun to love, after a date at the local diner.

it’s been a while since you’ve been on a date, hell since you had any romantic connections. at first, you were insecure about your lack of experience. but, rafe made sure to go slowly, to match your pace, and to ensure you were always comfortable. which made you fall for him way too hard.

“yeah, i’m sure,” you sigh out, as he sucks on your neck passionately, his hands roaming. you were straddling him, your fingers tangled in his hair.

“okay, if you’re sure, sweetheart. but tomorrow, because right now you look so good in this dress,” he practically growls out. you giggle as he pounces at you.

the next day, you are full of nerves. you barely listened to shawn in the car when he told you about his day. if he noticed, he didn’t call you out on it.

today, you were going to tell shawn you have a boyfriend. and that boyfriend is his friend’s older brother, someone he has grown to be close with. you were scared that familiarity would end with feelings of betrayal, instead of gratefulness that it’s somebody he knows.

this would be the first ever time that you bring up even the idea of a boyfriend in front of shawn. for thirteen years, it’s just been the two of you. and you wouldn’t change it for the world. but, you feared that a sudden new man in your life could ruin the bond you and shawn shared.

you heard the all too familiar rumble of rafe’s truck making its way into your driveway. “is that rafe?!” shawn exclaimed excitedly.

“yeah, listen baby, we both have something to tell you,” you tell him, kneeling down to reach his height. “but, remember, no matter what happens i still love you and you are still my number one priority.”

your reminder was intended to reassure him, but it does the opposite. you can see the worry start to take over his face, “what’s wrong, mom? what happened?”

“nothing bad, i promise. just stay open-minded, please. can you do that for me, baby?” you try to be as soft as possible, not sure what his reaction would be. of course, shawn knows who rafe is, you would even say they’re close, but this is the first time ever you’re officially introducing him as a boyfriend. and to your son nonetheless, who has never seen you with a man. you made sure of that.

shawn nods, hesitantly, his uneasiness and concern still evident in his face. at that moment, rafe enters the room. you slowly go to him before holding his hand and embracing his side.

shawn stares at the both of you, clearly very confused. “mom...”

“baby... me and rafe, we’re dating,” you flick your eyes from rafe to shawn, before continuing, “i know, i know this is new to you, but we’ve been dating for a while and i hope you can accept this because you both mean so much to me. but, no matter what, i still love you and nothing will ever change that.”

shawn stays silent, which heighten your panic. you nudge rafe slightly, urging him to say something. he turns his head towards you, unsure.

“hey buddy, i promise i will take care of your mom, i promise i have all the best intentions, and i promise to never hurt her. ya’ have my word. if i do, ya’ can run me over with ma’ truck,” rafe jokes, which causes you to chuckle, but unfortunately no reaction from shawn.

rafe looks at you, not knowing what to do, when suddenly, he has the idea to reach his arm out, signaling shawn to initiate their shared handshake. much to your disappointment, he just glares at the held-out hand, still as a statue.

“shawn...” you whisper.

“no, no i- i don’t accept! mom, i don’t want you dating him!” shawn screams, which startles you. you’ve never seen him this angry, he’s always been your soft-spoken boy.

you immediately go to him, lowering yourself and softly grabbing his face in your hands, “baby, what’s wrong? why-”

“mom! can’t you see he’s just playing you! he- he’s just acting like this nice guy, buddying up to me, to get into your pants!” he wails.

his bluntness and crudeness causes you to gasp, you have never heard him say such vulgar things. “shawn! where the hell did you get that idea?!”

rafe immediately comes into defence, “shawn, i swear with my life, i have no bad intentions with your mom. and i assure you, i didn’t want to become your friend only to get closer with your mom. i befriended you because i like ya’, and i don’t ever lie about that.”

“just shut up!” shawn runs away upstairs and slams the bedroom door. you sigh out, this playing out way worse than what you had in your head.

you feel tears clouding your vision, your hands shaking. “rafe, rafe i’m so sorry, i don’t know why he’s acting like this. he’s usually so quiet and gentle.”

rafe wraps his arms around you and you bury your head into the crook of his neck. “it’s okay, baby, i understand. change can be different.”

“i’m gonna go talk to him. stay, please?” you sniff.

“of course.”

you make your way up the stairs, your heart in the pit of your stomach. you slowly open shawn’s door, seeing him on the edge of his bed, face red. the sight breaks your heart. you sit next to him.

“wanna explain what happened down there? i thought you like rafe,” you muttered, eyes trained on his face. he lets out a hushed grunt, refusing to speak. “shawn... c’mon baby.” you take his hands into yours.

“i- i don’t want you to forget about me, mom. it’s just been me and you forever, and i don’t want that to change,” he cries out. you don’t know how, but you can hear your heart being shattered.

“i know, baby, but change is inevitable. and sometimes, change can be a good thing,” you explain, rubbing his hand tenderly. “and, i’m not gonna be alone, forever, baby. aren’t you glad it’s somebody you know and like, though?”

“i guess...”

“like i said, you are still my number one, no matter what. whether this does or doesn’t work out, you know i will still be here for you. it’s me and you, forever,” you drop his hand before raising your pinky finger.

shawn stares at you with glassy eyes and joins your two pinkies together. “you promise, mom? you won’t ever leave me for him.”

“i promise, baby, i would rather die.”

“don’t die, though,” shawn says, which causes you both to laugh through your tears.

you both go downstairs, your eyes landing on rafe. shawn goes up to him, “i’m sorry, rafe. i didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“i understand, buddy. no harm done.” at that, they both hugged and did their stupid handshake. 

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INTRODUCING... SINGLE!MOM!READER

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ single!mom!reader who got pregnant when she was a teen, after the first time she ever had sex with her then boyfriend. when she told him, he said he didn’t want a baby at his age, leaving her to raise a child all on her own.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ single!mom!reader who was disowned by her own family, who saw her as nothing but a disappointment.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ single!mom!reader who had to give birth and raise her son, all by herself. as a teen mom, she had to face all the judgement and criticisms that were thrown at her direction.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ single!mom!reader who ran and fled to outer banks when her son was still a toddler, seeking a better life for the both of them.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ single!mom!reader who works low wage jobs just to make ends meet.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ single!mom!reader who had successfully raised her son all by herself, now he is eleven years old and in middle school. he is the typical angry teenager, so angsty and rebellious.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ single!mom!reader who was introduced to wheezie cameron when picking up her son from school, introducing her to his newest friend.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ single!mom!reader who was immediately enamoured by wheezie’s older brother, the very tall and very handsome, rafe cameron.

...FICS (IN TIMELINE ORDER)

introducing rafe to your teen son “shut up, mom” prank on rafe

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rafe defending baby!mama!reader in front of his friends

pairing: baby!daddy!rafe x baby!mama!reader cw: reader is a pogue, violence, topper & kelce being assholes as per usual, inaccurate golf lingo (?) a/n: got the idea when i was reading @maybejj’s twin flames series :p love that series sm <3

it was a typical friday. rafe decided to go to the country club a little earlier than usual, to practice more holes and maybe to get a little quiet time before his friends arrived. the sun was blazing down on his skin, sweat collecting droplets on his forehead, his already-tight-shirt sticking to his body. already feeling a headache coming, he decided that he had enough golf for the day, he headed straight to the bar.

it was jam packed, with it being friday evening and all. luckily, or maybe unlucky for him, topper and kelce were already sat on a table, saving a seat for rafe, with a drink in their hands. truth be told, he wasn’t in the mood for their bullshit today. earlier that morning, his son, jack, was in a pissy mood which lead to an argument between you and him. golfing today was more of a source to leave out some tension.

he loves jack more than life itself, but sometimes, he lingers on the what-if’s. what if he never met you and he didn’t accidentally knock you up? having a one-year-old in his 20s was definitely not part of his plan. but, nonetheless, even with all the judgment thrown at him for fornicating with a pogue, he wouldn’t trade it for the world. because that meant he wouldn’t have jack, or you.

after sitting down and immediately ordering a beer, rafe had to tilt his head back to stop the headache from worsening. seeing this, topper couldn’t resist opening his mouth, “what’s wrong man? didn’t get any good hits?”

“no, just a headache for no goddamn reason. actually, probably because jack gave me a hard ass time this morning,” rafe grumbled. he took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes.

“shit man, you look like a mess. i wouldn’t be surprised if that baby mama of yours didn’t do shit to help you,” topper chuckled. at that, kelce tried to cover up his laugh, but failed.

rafe paused, not believing what he’s hearing right now. “the fuck did you just say?”

oblivious to the storm brewing inside rafe, topper continued, “i mean, pogues are known for that shit, aren’t they? being lazy fuckers. i’m just saying, man, it’s not a surprise that she leaves you to do all the work.”

rafe was speechless, which topper and kelce mistakenly took for listening to their bullshit. digging a bigger hole for the both of them, kelce hit the nail in the coffin, “fuck, i think everyone on the island knows she purposely got knocked up to baby trap you. why else would rafe fucking cameron have a baby with a pogue?”

before either of them could take in what was happening, rafe reached over the table, and gripped both of their shirts. harsh. drinks on the table were spilled, and the glasses in their hands fell and shattered out of shock. because of the commotion, all the chatter around them suddenly stopped, all eyes on them.

with the sheer strength of his arms, rafe pulled them closer to his face, “repeat what you just fucking said to me.”

finally getting the hint, both of them just stared at rafe, refusing to speak or blink. rafe scoffed, “uhuh, yeah, that’s what i fucking thought. ya’ both listen here, she may be a pogue, but at the end of the fucking day, she is the mother of my kid, and i don’t FUCKING play about my family. so, you two better think twice before talking shit about her. better yet, don’t even fucking think or look at her.” towards the end, he got angrier, by then he was screaming at their faces. “ya’ got that?”

topper and kelce nodded, “fuck, man, fine. just fucking let go of us!” satisfied at the mortified looks on their faces, rafe let go before turning around and walking out of the club, impatient to come home to his family and decompress.

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What fanfic writers say vs what they mean. Btw.

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this is crazy thank u 😖🤏🏻🤏🏻🤏🏻🤏🏻

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TAKE ME TO THE EIFFEL TOWER !!!!!!!!

that's my dads

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yummssss

hi! i love ur writing and was wondering if you could write for rafe and basically reader is hanging at barry’s trailer high off m0lly and really needy and begging barry to help her out (fuck her) and he tells her to chill and soon rafe comes by to get his drugs and sees reader on the couch wiggling all around and and barry tells rafe what’s up with her and tells him to figure out because he has to go do a delivery for his customers and while barry leaves rafe fucks reader on barry’s bed/couch until she’s satisfied.

⋆˚࿔ trailer¡park reader && rafe cameron

I'M DESPERATE.

Stretched out on Barry’s couch, your skin is shimmering, dewy with sweat, every nerve lit up like you’ve been kissed by stars. The molly hits you in waves—sweet and dizzying. Your heart races. Your pupils are blown, so wide the whites barely show, and everything is so soft, so good, too much. The thin fabric of your tank clings to your chest, nipples peaked and visible. Your thighs rub together in search of friction, hips twitching like they have a mind of their own. You giggle, breathless and high, burying your face in a scratchy throw pillow that smells like weed and boy. ❝Please,❞ you whimper, voice coated in sugar and desperation. ❝Barry, I need it.❞

He just leans back in a folding chair, lighting a joint with lazy fingers. He doesn’t even look at you. ❝Fuckin’ hell, sugar, chill out. You’re all wound up. I got deliveries.❞ But that only makes you more desperate. You shift on the couch, thighs rubbing together, slick and twitchy. Your tank is riding up, your panties damp and clinging. You whine louder, hips canting up against the air. ❝Barry, please—I’ve been good, haven’t I? Just need it so bad. Can’t stop squirming.❞

You crawl toward him, eyes wide and glossy, lip trembling. You reach for his thigh, nuzzling close, fingers trembling. ❝It hurts, Barry. I’m so wet it’s dripping. Just want to feel full. Just need you to touch me.❞ He groans, cock twitching under his jeans, but he keeps smoking, keeps teasing. ❝Look at you. Fucking’ mess. Begging like that—sweet little voice all shaky.❞ He finally looks down, smirking. ❝You’re going to drive me crazy. But I really have to go.❞

❝No!❞ You cry, crawling up into his lap, your breath hitching. ❝Please, Barry—I’ll be so good, I promise. I’ll ride you nice and let you cum wherever you want. Don’t leave me like this; I’m aching.❞ He chuckles, pulling your hands off his belt. ❝Cute. Fuckin’ greedy little thing. But you have to wait. Rafe’s swinging’ by—maybe he’ll deal with you.❞ Right then, the trailer door swings open with a creak. Rafe steps inside, low-browed and sun-warmed, jaw already tight. He's just here for a drop—but then he sees you. He sees the gloss smeared on your lips, your cheeks flushed, mascara smudged down your face like war paint. Sees you grinding down on the pillow, trying to get yourself off like a fucked-up little kitten in heat. Your mouth’s parted, panting like you’ve been chasing relief for hours.

Barry chuckles, nodding toward you. ❝She’s rollin’ hard. Been begging’ me to fuck her for half an hour. Keeps playing’ with her tits, can’t sit still.❞ Your eyes meet Rafe’s. Blurry, sparkly, helpless. ❝Rafe… please.❞ Barry claps him on the back on the way out. ❝She’s all yours, man. Figure her out. I have to drop off. Lock up when you’re done.❞ The trailer door slams behind him. Silence. Rafe moves slowly. Crosses the space between you in a few long strides. You don’t even realise you’re whining until his shadow blocks out the ceiling light. ❝You look like you’re about to lose it, sweetheart.❞

You nod frantically, mouth trembling. ❝Need to cum so bad. Been aching. Hurts.❞ He slaps you across the face—not too hard, but enough to make you gasp. Enough to spark more heat under your skin. Then he grabs you by the wrist and drags you into Barry’s room. The mattress smells like smoke and sex, the covers tangled. He tosses you down onto them like you weigh nothing. Rafe groans low when he sees your panties—thin and soaked, clinging to your pussy like second skin. Your legs are already spread, toes curling into the sheets.

He presses a kiss to your forehead. Soft. Gentle. For one second. Then he pulls back, lips wet, smirk cruel. His fingers trail down between your thighs, slow and torturous. They brush along your folds, slick and twitching, teasing your clit without pressing in. Just the edges of sensation, light and fluttering, and it drives you crazy. You sob. Hips rock up—he pins them down with one strong hand. ❝Stop that,❞ he snaps. ❝You want it? Ask pretty.❞ You reach for his wrist, trying to drag him lower, guide him where you need it, but he just shakes his head. Laughs. He taps your clit once. Just once. You wail.

Your whole body’s on fire, trembling. You could cry. Maybe you are. He slides two fingers in, just barely. You whine, eyes rolling, trying to grind down. ❝Not enough. Rafe, please. Need your cock. It’s not big enough. I need it—please.❞ That does it. His expression twists—dangerous, sharp, and so fucking dark it sends heat straight to your core. He yanks his fingers free, your slick clinging to them, and flips you onto your stomach so fast your cheek smacks the pillow. You barely have time to gasp before he’s got your hips hauled up, back arched, panties dragged down to your knees like an afterthought. ❝Not big enough?❞ he growls, voice thick with hunger.

Then he fucks you. A brutal, toe-curling thrust that knocks every ounce of air out of your lungs. You scream into the mattress, drooling, clenching down hard around him. His cock is massive—veiny, throbbing, and hot—stretching you until your pussy flutters around him helplessly. You feel it in your ribs, in your belly, and in your throat. He pounds into your gummy spot with precision, his length bottoming out with every cruel, hungry push.

Your legs tremble violently. You’re soaked, dizzy, high and overstimulated, pleasure bleeding into pain and back again. Your walls tighten like a vice around him, clutching at his cock with every punishing stroke. ❝Fuck,❞ Rafe snarls, yanking your hair and forcing your face deeper into the sheets. ❝Listen to you. Whimpering like a bitch in heat. So fucking’ needy.❞ He’s relentless—hips snapping against your ass, one hand on your spine to keep you pinned down while the other fists your hair. You’re choking on your own moans, your brain pure static.

❝Feels like heaven, doesn’t it?❞ He pants, voice rough, forehead damp with sweat as he presses his weight down on you. ❝Your tight little pussy fluttering on my cock—fucking’ perfect.❞ You nod, sobbing through it, jaw slack. ❝S’big,❞ you slur, tongue heavy. ❝So big, Rafe—feels so good—❞ He grunts, angling deeper, the thick head of his cock grinding into your favourite spot until your toes curl and you go silent, lips parting around a breathless whimper. He can feel the way your cunt pulses around him, your climax building with helpless urgency. ❝There it is. ‘That’s your spot, huh?’ he breathes. ❝Takin’ me so fuckin’ well. That’s it, baby—cum for me.❞

You do. Loud and wrecked, your pussy clenching down hard around him, thighs twitching. Your orgasm hits like a train—white-hot, messy, leaving your brain completely numb. And Rafe’s not done. He fucks you through it, harder, faster, chasing his own high. The sound of skin slapping, wet and raw, fills the room. His cock throbs inside you, thick and soaked with your slick, the head dragging through your fluttering walls. ❝Gonna fill you up,❞ he snarls. ❝You want that, don’t you? Want my cum all the way inside?❞

You nod frantically, high off it, slurring something close to ❝please❞ into the pillow. He cums deep inside you, cock jerking, pulsing hard, hot spurts painting your walls. You choke on a sob, whimpering as the warmth floods you. Rafe stays deep, gritting his teeth, hips grinding through the last waves of release. He collapses over you, mouth at your ear.

❝Next time,❞ he breathes, voice gravel. ❝Don’t beg, Barry. Beg me.❞

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