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killing me softly (masterlist)

genre: she fell first, he fell harder; fluff with hints of angst; drama; no explicit smut

!!! images is not depicting reader’s appearance (no faceclaim whatsoever) !!!

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!introverted!kook!reader

general cw: swearing, suggestive language, lots of overthinking/embarrassment from reader's side, hints at anxiety

synopsys: it's the last year of high school and you were paired up with rafe cameron for a 2 week long project in art class. this wouldn't be a problem if you weren't awkward as hell and well ... if there weren't your big fat crush on him. could this be the beginning of a friendship or maybe even more? one thing was certain: rafe cameron was intense, impulsive, and complex in ways that weren't always for the better, and your mind? that shit was even more tangled. but you hadn't spent all these years crushing on him from a distance just to let this chance slip through your fingers ... right?

a/n: this doesn’t necessarily fall under the slow-burn genre bc reader’s already crushing on him but i still wanna try doing things organically. this fic will include fluff but also some anxious/jealousy/etc. scenes + at some point there’ll def be some mildly suggestive scenes and hints at intimacy but probably nothing too explicit (i’ll def put a cw or try to make it skippable if it does happen);;

+ i’ll try to post regularly (currently always uploading on sundays)

+ i can't tell how many parts this series will include as i have no specific ending point in sight but in my estimation, there'll be a minimum of 20 parts

+ it's mostly written story with some smau elements (text messages)

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine (presumably 6th April)

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CALYPSO MASTERLIST

RAFE CAMERON

5 lil' things rafe does when rafe realizes he's falling for you ↳ your favorite dates with R.C. roadtrip! ↳ lodge retreat! ↳ detour! ↳ fake dating! honeymoon worth the wait out of the woods

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'belong to you' masterlist!

pairing ; bsfbrother!rafe x fem!reader

summary ; crushing on your best friend’s brother was off-limits, but resisting rafe cameron was impossible. you’re back at obx for summer break, and you must stay away from him — too bad rafe has other plans…

overall warnings ; mature content, bad language, teasing, lots of petnames (i love them, i’m sorry), sexual tension, insinuations of having sex (but not too explicit!), sneaking around/ lying, alcohol consumption (sometimes excessive), lots and lots of fluff

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three *NEW

chapter four (coming soon!)

chapter five (coming soon!)

chapter six (coming soon!)

chapter seven (coming soon!)

chapter eight (coming soon!)

+ more

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LOVE YOU GOODBYE ──── a rafe cameron smau.

a social media au by kissylec

if tomorrow you won't be mine, won't you give it to me one last time?... being a secret is hard, and even more when prince kook himself is the one hiding you. a bittersweet wheel of emotions comes to you when you decide to put an end to a situationship that is hurting you, not taking into account how difficult it would be to get away from the oldest of the cameron siblings.

pairing . . . rafe cameron x pogue!reader warning .ᐟ . . . inspired by love you goodbye by one direction, obx spoilers, half canon half not, curse words, angst, sexual innuendo, allusion to smut, forbidden love, rafe is kind of an ass, reader is friends with the pogues, english is not my first language so bear with me kissylec says . . . SO NERVOUS OMG, this is my first smau so i'm scareddd. i'm new to all of this so pls be patient with me 😿 again, english it's not my first language so 😆🙏 i will be posting some chapters later in the week, hope you guys like it 🫶💐

TAGLIST IS PERMANENTLY CLOSED.

masterlist .ᐟ 𝜗𝜚 navigation .ᐟ

chapter one. chapter two.

chapter three. chapter four.

chapter five. chapter six.

chapter seven. chapter eight.

chapter nine. chapter ten.

chapter eleven. chapter twelve.

chapter thirteen. chapter fourteen.

chapter fifteen. chapter sixteen.

chapter seventeen. chapter eighteen.

chapter nineteen. chapter twenty.

chapter twenty-one. chapter twenty-two.

chapter twenty-three. chapter twenty-four.

chapter twenty-five. chapter twenty-six.

chapter twenty-seven. chapter twenty-eight.

chapter twenty-nine. chapter thirty.

extras . . . one.

© KISSYLEC. 2025 — please do not plagiarize, repost, translate or claim any of my work as your own.

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bewitched my mind → draco malfoy

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which draco malfoy becomes entirely bewitched with a girl who's never paid too much mind to him. he’s purely her’s, and yet, she has no idea. [warning for fluff and talk of food]

PAIRING ⌙ draco x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 3.8k

hi all, i think this is one of my favorite things i've ever written. please enjoy it! gonna link a few songs that remind me of the vibes of this story.

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you turn to the next page of your book, eager to meet the main character’s triumph. the scene is tense and utterly raw, causing you to forget your own setting.

you're no longer in hogwarts, instead, you’re fully consumed in the new world you’re reading of. you’ve long forgotten the faint music you put on and your rowdy friends having a faux duel on the grass around you. the two mates continue to circle to the tree you’re reading against— but they can’t knock your focus.

just as the climax of the story hits, the words on the page begin to contort and fumble until they’re gone, leaving blank pages. you flip through your book, confused.

“told you i knew the spell.” a brash and girlish voice speaks from your side.

you look up to find pansy parkinson, draco malfoy, and an awestruck vincent crabbe.

your friends stop in their tracks at the sight of the slytherin bullies. you however, glare up at the girl.

“can you put my book back to normal, please?” you ask, ears turning hot from anger.

pansy gives you a scowl before speaking, “what do you think draco? should we fix the little hufflepuff’s book?”

the blond doesn’t immediately say anything, just looks at you with eyes full of something you're unable to place before huffing, “merlin, pansy, fix her book. we’re not first years.”

the girl seems annoyed but complies and the words return to your book. you look to the blond boy, standing like a omnipotent god.

“thank you,” you say to him.

he gives you another once over before nodding curtly and walking to the direction of the road to hogsmeade, his friends following.

“that was— weird.” your friend, abbie says.

“beyond weird— since when has malfoy had a soul?” your other friend, laura laughs.

you roll your eyes at the two of them, “great help the both of you are. if malfoy hadn’t been feeling merciful today, i would have had to hex parkinson into the next year.”

laura giggles as abbie playfully shoves you, “piss off.”

the three of you resume your previous notions easily. you find yourself entranced in the words of your story, world around you becoming obsolete yet again.

days later, you’re in the library, on a mission. you're walking circles trying to find a book that can live up to the expectations the previous one has given you. you’ve inspected the right half of the library, and you’re beginning to think that maybe nothing will look appealing enough for you.

as you enter the next section, you’re greeted with draco malfoy and blaise zabini hunched by the window and speaking to each other in a hushed manner.

the pair look to you quickly and you freeze, somewhat terrified that malfoy may not be as merciful as he was previously.

“oh, sorry.” you say, rearing to turn in the other direction.

“l/n, right?” draco’s voice makes you halt. “you’re fine. blaise and i were just discussing—literature.”

you watch as zabini stifles a laugh.

“oh.” you pause, “have either of you read anything good recently?” you truly were eager to find something, anything. even if that meant asking malfoy.

"all yours draco." zabini gives the blonde boy a smirk before patting his shoulder and walking off.

draco glares at his friends’ retreating figure before speaking, “of course. i wouldn’t read something i didn’t find interesting.”

you nod, half-listening, and grab a book from behind him titled, 'the garden curse'

the spine of the book is dark and deep forest green with gold lettering carefully etched into it. it's thick with pages, perfect for getting absorbed within.

“have you read this?” you ask draco, genuinely curious.

he peers down, “i don’t read fairytales. they're unrealistic.”

you scoff, “why? what on earth is wrong with a good fairytale? and how can you say they're unrealistic when,” you gesture to the window outside. “we live in a world muggles can only dream of.”

“first, i highly doubt muggles could ever dream of a world this complex. and second, i find them boring. simply boring.” he grins.

“boring? draco, how?” you exhaust, eyebrows furrowed.

"they're all the same. the hero gets their lover, beats or outwits an enemy, and learns some valuable lesson that's really only meant for the reader. simply put, they're boring and unfeasible." he shrugs.

"that is not all they are— but even still, isn't it nice?" you ask, leaning into him slightly to place the book back onto the shelf.

"nice..." he trails off, watching you depart back from him, "yes— i'm sure it's nice to read something so simple, but i urge you to read the stories of those whose endings aren't happy or perfect. much more realistic."

you huff, "i'm not going to deny that those sorts of stories are more realistic and good in their own regard, but, fairytales can take you completely out of this world and into a new one."

"escapism?" the boy quirks a brow.

you roll your eyes, "all books could qualify as escapism— at least fairytales are interesting."

"okay, if you're so stuck in the mud about this, i'll read one. what's your favorite fairytale l/n?" he questions you, eyes burning with an intense sense of sincerity. he truly wants to know.

"well i dunno, i'd just be upset if you come to hate my favorite fairytale.."

"oh come on, show some guts! you just told me i'm missing out. i swear i won't come down too hard on it." he smirks.

you're pleasantly surprised by his promise and his care. you never would have thought draco malfoy could hold a tame conversation. maybe you judged him too soon?

"fine." you say. you swiftly remove your bag from your shoulder and begin rummaging through it, finding the creme hardcover you always keep on you. with a small and worried sigh, you hand the book to draco.

he looks it over, curious, "the princess bride?"

you hum, "i re-read it every year. i absolutely adore that book."

you watch the grey eyed boy scan the first page. his ring clad fingers are gentle against the pages, putting you at ease knowing that he'll take care of your prized possession.

"there's a bunch of markings in it, sorry." you bite your lip, suddenly too aware of the countless annotations.

"i could i add some as well? so you can see i actually read the book." he replies.

you nod, "be my guest."

he slips the book into his bag, "i'll find you after dinner and tell you my first thoughts. we could go to the astronomy tower?"'

a small smile tugs on your face, "the astronomy tower sounds nice, i'll see you then."

malfoy bids you farewell and you watch him saunter out of the library, his walk confident. you find yourself replaying the scene in your head, thinking giddily of the interest you spiked in him.

you truly hope he finds your favorite book enjoyable— you've never had anyone care enough to read it for you, and the idea of it has you gleaming.

working yourself out of your trance, you turn to the book you had been eying earlier. without much thought, you grab it and walk to check it out.

"you brought back the last one late. don't let it happen again." madam pince snides, wicked eyes glaring down at you.

if you ever wrote a story of your life, you'd make that woman the villain. the sheer amount of times she's withheld books from you for preposterous reasons is countless, and you're sure she's actually an evil being.

"i won't." you say, taking the book from the counter, ignoring the woman's gaze.

she huffs as a response and you walk quickly out of the library, ready to slip away from the world you're in now and into a new one.

├——— ✧ ———┤

between laura's music and abbie's complaints about her charms essay— you've not made it very far into your book.

"what's the wand movement for a fire making spell?" abbie asks, hands in her hair.

"verbal or nonverbal?" laura asks, turning her music down slightly.

"nonverbal." abbie says, biting her lip.

"flick and pull." you answer, closing your book.

the girl sighs and throws her head onto her desk, "i'm going to fail. i can't remember any of this."

placing your book down, you walk over to your friend, "well you're mixing up verbal and nonverbal— i have notes on each. do you think that would help?"

she nods, head rising to look at you.

shuffling through your bag you find the notes and hand them to her, "each group is separated— no more confusion."

"you're a lifesaver, y/n." she smiles.

"well miss lifesaver, my life is about to end if we don't get food soon— i skipped lunch to help dean thomas with his herbology homework." laura says, pointing to the clock, showing the both of you that it was mere minutes until dinner.

"were you helping him with herbology or helping him with getting his tongue down your throat?" abbie teases, sitting back in her chair.

"very funny— seriously, i need food. your essay can wait."

you chuckle, "it has been hours abbie, let's get food. might even aid in your cognitive function."

the dark haired girl below you rolls her eyes before rising from her chair, "well hurry up, i want to get this thing finished before bed."

the walk to the dining hall is filled with the three of you arguing over any and everything. your small friend group finds joy in teasing and disagreements— you're sure that at this point some might think you all secretly hate each other with the way you act.

in all honesty though, the three of you have grown past just dorm mates or even friends— you're sisters.

"you eat the same thing everyday." laura says, pointing at your plate.

"we have the same foods everyday." you reply, tearing into your chicken.

abbie steals a spoonful of mashed potatoes from laura's plate, grin on her face, "well, you hog the mash."

laura feigns a shocked sigh, "you thief!"

you roll your eyes and eat your food, thankful for the hot meal. the weather has drastically began to cool, causing you to swap your morning iced coffee for a hot tea— hogwarts' winters are simply brutal.

you get your fill of dinner and are halfway into a slice of pumpkin bread when you feel a sharp poke on your side. turning angrily, you meet abbie's wide eyes.

"y/n, i don't want to frighten you— but malfoy is looking this way, and with a smile on his face." abbie whispers.

you smile and turn to look at him, standing by the doors, "he's reading a book i suggested. i'm going to hang with him for a while— see you guys later."

your friend gape as you leave and greet malfoy with a smile.

"evening malfoy." you say, walking through the dining hall doors.

"evening, y/l/n. are you ready?" he replies, book in hand.

you nod and follow along beside the boy, ardent to hear his thoughts.

"well?" you ask, head nodding in the direction of the book.

draco shrugs, "humperdinck makes me want to vomit— but westley makes up for it enough. i like him."

"and buttercup?"

draco smiles, "despite her unfortunate name— she's a lovely character."

you grasp the railing, working up the steep astronomy tower steps. draco's ahead of you, long legs making the journey easier for him.

when you finally meet the top, draco hold a hand out to help you up, you oblige him.

"i'm not going to say i like fairytales yet. the book is okay— but i do like it so far." he says, taking a seat by the opening in the tower. you nestle beside him.

"i think you're downplaying just how much you enjoy it" you grin at the boy, eyes teasing. "by the end of this book, you'll finally be able to admit the truth."

draco furrows his brows, "the truth?"

you tilt your head, "that you like fairytales."

"oh— yes, maybe. depends on how good your book ends up being."

you stifle a laugh, "it will. i swear it."

"i'm not as confident," draco says, smirk tugging at his lips. "but i'm going to read here if you want to stick around."

you nod and grab your own book out of your bag, "i'll join you."

the two of you slip into the words on the pages in front of you. you enjoy your story, really, but your eyes seem to be more interested in the boy beside you.

you sneak small glances at him, admiring the way his eyes scan the page, stopping only to mark something of note. his plump and pink lips part ever so slightly at certain scenes, before he'll take his bottom lip between his teeth.

looking back down to your book, you wonder how you could have ever ignored someone so beautiful. the way he cares enough to do this with you is enough to tell you that draco malfoy is someone worth knowing.

"you have nice handwriting." he says, snapping you out of your trance.

you turn to him, "you're just being nice."

his grey eyes hold sincerity within them, "no, i'm serious. your handwriting is quite unique— i love it."

you smile, thanking him silently, before turning back to your book.

├——— ✧ ———┤

"the stars have aligned!" abbie yelps, shaking you from your slumber.

confused you furrow your brows, "what are you talking about?"

last night was the third time you and draco had met to discuss the book, and the two of you stayed up quite late. you enjoyed his company— admittedly more than you care to divulge. he had let you spark conversation about whatever was on your mind, and his listened with unwavering intent. he made you feel special.

your friend shoves a paper in your face, "i passed my charms essay! with your help of course, those notes really helped!"

you give her a small smile, "i'm glad, but how'd you get your score? it's saturday."

the black haired girl purses her lips, "i might have cried to professor flintwick at breakfast this morning— so i got it early."

you hear laura speak, "she had a full on tantrum more like it. i was so embarrassed to even be near her."

abbie turns her attention from you, staring daggers at the strawberry blonde, "well, you're dripping water everywhere."

laura shrugs, wet hair dripping around her, "there was only one towel left— you should have done laundry yesterday."

your friends continue to bicker, causing you to stifle a groan into your pillow. all you wanted was to sleep— but those two were making it extremely difficult.

accepting the fact that you're not going to get to sleep in any longer, you quickly get ready for the day, and head to the greenhouses.

professor sprout said you were always more than welcome to pay a visit— and you could use a good stroll looking at magical flowers.

the glass room is empty as you make your way inside, but you don't mind. with a happy sigh, you start caring for all the plants and taking notes of any issues for sprout.

you're inspecting the leaves of an umbrella flower when you hear a throat clear behind you. turning, you find draco, eyes tired but face holding that aristocratic expression he's so known for.

that giddy feeling comes back to you full force— and then it hits you.

you've grown quite fond of him. so fond you might even say that you harbor a crush on him. the thought alone has your stomach in knots— never in a million years would you have expected to have a crush on malfoy.

but as you look at him, clad in a slytherin jumper and black pants, you realize that you've always thought the boy handsome. it's only now, after sharing fleeting and tender moments with him, that you've been able to acknowledge the crush.

it's so easy love someone when you truly know them, and not the perception you have of them.

"hi malfoy, what brings you here?" you ask, placing your notes down.

he smiles at you, "finished your book— missed breakfast for it, but i finished."

his words send you into a small shock. of course you knew he'd eventually finish the book— but that means no more meetings. no more excuses to see him. your crush on him destined to stay unknown and unrequited.

your eyes widen, and you walk over to him, "what did you think? did the ending suffice? what about—"

the blond cuts you off with a chuckle, "i wrote down all my thoughts in the book. read it and find me in the astronomy tower after dinner."

"okay fine— but can you answer one question?" you ask, taking the book from him.

he quirks his head to you, eyebrows furrowed, "what question would that be?"

"would you ever read another fairytale?" you voice is soft and truly wondering.

"i— i suppose. though, i still find them unrealistic, but maybe you can change my mind after you read what i wrote." he replies, eyes staring into yours.

you give him a half smile, "how could i change your mind after i read what you wrote?"

he bites his lip, "you'll see. i'll meet you in the astronomy tower at ten."

and with that, he's walking out of the greenhouse, leaving you beyond confused as you stare down at the book.

minutes later, you're back in your dorm, eager to know what his annotated thoughts were. your dorm mates are nowhere to be seen, allowing for you to crack the book open.

all over the pages, next to your own writing— is draco's. crisp and perfect font.

you let your eyes scan over his words.

'i can't believe i'm reading this book for you— i hate fairytales. i already told you that, but i figure you should know again.'

'i think westley is an idiot for leaving. his perfect woman is right there— completely in love with him. i told you fairytales are unrealistic. i would never give up such love.'

'what a twist! he was alive the entire time— maybe he'll show that prince humperdinck the sharp end of his sword. i hate that man.'

his notes make you smile, but as you continue on, his writings morph from being about the book, to being about you.

'you're wearing a new jumper today. nearly choked on my pumpkin juice when you walked into the dining hall today. i truly hope you wear it to meet me tonight.'

'i'm up at three reading this damned book, just because it reminds me of you.'

'i know i said i hate fairytales— and that's still true, but you've fallen asleep on my shoulder and i think this may be the closest to a happy ending i'll ever know.'

you spend hours reading through his notes, eyes wide and heart fluttering. he spent so much time writing this for you. by the time you get to the last few pages, dinner is almost over.

you let yourself look back down at the book, at the very end, taking up three entire pages, sits a full on letter. it's addressed to you.

'y/n,

i assume that by now you understand i find you absolutely wonderful. although this book is the reason we began to talk, i've watched you from afar for a long time. i know you like to eat a slice of pumpkin bread after your dinner, that your potions book is always filled with bookmarks, that you walk in the middle when with your friends, and that your eyes sparkle like stars when you're deep into a book.

i know i've told you that fairytales aren't for me, and that's because i've accepted the fact that my fairytale can't come true. you've been the brightest part of my existence for a very long time. i suppose it started back in fourth year, i caught a glimpse of you reading by the lake. you started reading there everyday, and i became bewitched with you. entirely bewitched.

you looked so perfect— and i was confused as to why i'd never seen you before. i swallowed my pride and asked blaise for your name. y/n y/l/n, he said. i liked the way it tasted on my tongue. your name only added to the fire you had unknowingly lit inside of me.

i've spent years admiring you from afar, and the thought of this admiration leading to shared love is my ultimate fairytale. i don't expect you tell me you feel the same, that's unrealistic— just like the books you read. still, i can't help myself from hoping that maybe you'll surprise me and make me believe in fairytales, just as much as you do.

for your eyes only,

draco malfoy'

tears fall for your eyes as you take in his words, beyond what you ever could have expected. you clutch the book tight to your chest as you look at the clock, mere minutes until ten. the creme covered novel now takes on a new meaning of prized possession.

you dry your eyes before you're making your way out of the hufflepuff common room, rushing to the astronomy tower.

as you meet the end of the stairs, you catch a glimpse of the blond hair you've grown so fond of, sending butterflies to your stomach.

book still firmly in your grasp, you find your eyes looking straight into his cloudy grey ones.

"you said i could change your mind?" your voice is small.

draco sighs, carding his fingers through his hair, "a stupid notion, i assume?"

you shake your head, walking closer, "no, not at all. i told you that i love fairytales. but i never told you i've always wanted my own. i used to dream about multiple ways i could obtain one— and the entire time, you were there— waiting to deliver my personal fairytale."

you see his cheeks flush a tad, "i wouldn't say i'm good enough to be classified with the hero's in your stories, but i will say this, y/n, i think the world of you. i would read all the fairytales in the world just to see you smile."

"you said something about the thought of us together being unrealistic, but i'd like to argue that the only unrealistic thing is your belief that i could read that letter and not be entirely consumed with love for you. you, draco malfoy, make any fairytale romance seem minuscule." you're speaking with such conviction, trying your hardest to make him understand.

"you mean that?" he asks.

you grab hold of his hands, tugging him closer to you, "i most definitely mean that, malfoy."

he gives you a small smile, "i'm in awe of you."

you chuckle a little, inching your face closer to his. your eyes are questioning— hopeful. the boy leans closer to you, and that's enough for you. your lips capture his, kissing him with the same passion and conviction you spoke to him with.

his lips feel like heaven— maybe better, for you're sure heaven could never touch you as deeply as this kiss is.

he smells of vanilla and vetiver, and the scent envelops you. you're sure there's nothing as addictive as this man.

draco pulls away, hands resting gingerly on your shoulders, "i didn't think i could have been anymore enamored by you, and how wrong i was. i could be content, kissing you as the entire world disappeared around us," he lifts a hand to stoke your face, lifting your chin up to him, "you, my darling, are bewitching in all aspects."

you're truly certain now in your belief of fairytales. how could you not be, when your life has suddenly turned into one?

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Wong: Did you break the multiverse?

Peter and Dr. Strange:

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drew starkey as rafe cameron in season two of outer banks   pt. 2.

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CUTEST

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blueberry pancakes masterlist

a rafe cameron x reader mini series i wrote based on this requested one-shot (that i also wrote) 

series summary; y/n never wanted for develop feelings for her best friend. jj maybank was hard to love, but it came so easy to y/n. however, although developing feelings for jj seemed to come easily, living with those feelings was anything but easy when jj expressed his feelings for another one of y/n’s best friends. 

in an attempt to distract herself from jj’s constant gushing over kie, or seeing them dancing against one another at a boneyard party, y/n finds herself falling into a routine with the kook prince himself. 

despite everything rafe cameron had done to the pogues in the past, y/n finds herself falling for the tall boy with a running list of his inner demons. escaping to a small 24 hour diner on the island somehow becomes a routine for the pair, creating a space where socioeconomic status doesn’t mater, and outside opinions are pushed to the back burner. 

unfortunately for y/n, loving rafe cameron isn’t any easier than loving jj maybank, and may even be a bit harder. 

series warnings; language, drugs, alcohol, slight mentions of substance abuse, slight mentions of violence, angst, fluff, and light smut

series word count; 19.1k+

☼- angst ❥- fluff ❀- smut 

part one ❥

part two ☼ 

part three ❥

part four ☼ ❥

part five ☼ ❥ ❀

part six ☼

part seven ❥

bp!rafe blurbs

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GINNY & GEORGIA | 1.10 — “THE WORST BETRAYAL SINCE JORDYN AND KYLIE”

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The angst has never been stronger

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This is so cute

smart decisions

warnings: drinking, angst, smut, fingering, nsfw, 18+

count: 10k+

hiiiiiiiii so i’m a horndog & i can’t get enough of rafe cameron (or drew) or college rafe & i also wanna cry over them so here you go. let me know whatcha thinkin’. please i’m begging you. 

also the photo isn’t mine i got it from here!

songs i imagined - this one & this one

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transferring colleges had to have been your smartest decision to date. going from putting your strengths into a place that was not willing to acknowledge them to, now, receiving credit where credit was most deservingly due. your first choice for school had been some place close to home, you figured why not opt for the cheaper option to save yourself, and your parents, a little money. you spent a few months getting into the swing of things, heading to class each day with a fresh mind and hopeful thoughts. it wasn’t until six months in that you realized you deserved so much better, and at a better school.

it took time, figuring out your best bet and where to go and all the finances. you definitely grew impatient a year in, trying to stick it out at home to receive your credits. but once the moment arrived, you packed all your things and moved states away. you loved it; you loved the classes, you loved your friends, you loved your professors. you were completely happy with your choice to go. your parents might not have been, but the weekly calls home for your progress report were substitute enough.

wednesday, 5 p.m.

you scribbled a doodle you had been going over and over, darkening the lines so much you saw it behind your eyelids now. you snapped out of it and looked back at your textbook.

the library was so quiet, you heard pages being turned from every corner, the chewing of gum from a tense jaw, and the soft snores of someone passed out in one of the private cubicles across the way. none of those things distracted you really since you had come to the study session with a couple of your friends, all three of you making a pact to get shit done.

melly was able to listen to music while she studied and was more of a typer as her fingers moved fast along the keys of her laptop. she came dressed in her comfiest clothes, sporting a knit sweater and joggers. lina had snacks across the table to keep her sustained. she was a strong believer that she learned better while being fed. it made you laugh still. she was a writer like you, very organized in her notes with highlighters and different colored pens. she even drew headers for each page for the hell of it. you wondered where she got the drive. then there was you, black ink, the main topic underlined, things to remember written repeatedly. you learned better after writing things down, you couldn’t just read a book and have the information implanted in your brain. as much as you wished it were that easy.

you were studying for an upcoming psychology test, one that you were sure would be a piece of cake given how well you did in the class itself. it was one you didn’t plan on taking, but you needed another course to get enough credits for the year.

lina was munching on some almonds, turning a page in her notebook, and picking up a blue pen. you were in the middle of writing a definition down and filling up the last of the page, your hand starting to cramp with how much pressure you were using. you flexed it once you put your pen down and squeezed an imaginary ball.

both yours and lina’s eyes flicked up to melly across the table who let out a low moan. she was pulling her headphones off and looking in the completely opposite direction of her computer.

“why is he so fine?” she asked, low enough for the two of you to hear.

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by the rulebook (p.s. i still do) ⋆ rafe cameron series masterlist

summary: the complete story of how rafe cameron lost leo maybank once and for all, including all five rules they broke in the rulebook created to keep them from ending up exactly where they did. 

warnings: death, adult language, eventual smut (18+), angst, drug-use, underage drinking, cheating

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spotify playlist:  in reverse

Leonie and JJ Maybank were never far apart from one another growing up. Mainly because they shared a bedroom, two twin beds pushed on either side of the wall with a literal explosion of clothes all over the place. JJ liked to draw, and Leo liked to paint, and their dad didn’t give a fuck about what they did if it didn’t benefit him, so they decorated their room to their liking. They got older, of course, and the whole ‘bedroom’ situation became a little bit more complicated when JJ would bring a girl home or Leo would be making out with some guy on her bed when JJ walked in. Rule stated between them: first foot in the door gets the room, the other one has to find somewhere else to go. Preferably with their younger sister, Poppy, in hand to avoid any more residual trauma not already caused by their alcoholic and drugged-up father.

JJ didn’t think that the one time he’d called dibs on the room when he was fifteen, his sister would end up on the opposite side of the island kissing Rafe Cameron (who would eventually become Public Enemy #1 in Little Leo’s Burn Book)…but at least she kept the rule, right?

what’s the rulebook?

rule #1: this is a one-time thing (coming soon)

rule #2: don’t catch feelings

rule #3: don’t expect me to fall in love with you

rule #4: don’t hurt me

rule #5: don’t leave me

epilogue: p.s. i still do

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Chad Michael Murray reads Thirst Tweets

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What You Have | Rafe Cameron

Summary: Living in the shadow of your sister, your spot in life was always second to her. But you always had Rafe, so in some ways, it was okay. What happens when you lose him to her, too? 

Warnings: Rafe called the reader a fatass, but it wasn’t with malicious intent (just two best friends talking to each other), curse words, strained sibling relationships, angst, physical altercations (a push and a slap), descriptions of Rafe choking on his food, some social anxiety, name-calling 

Word Count: 8k

Disclaimers: This is non-canon Rafe Cameron. The reader’s sibling is named Sam, so I’m sorry if that’s your name! I do not condone violence, but the reader is quite hot-headed in this fic so there are a few moments of slight violence, but nothing graphic or major. 

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“No, I don’t think you understand, I’m obsessed,” you tell Rafe with a straight face. 

He peaks a glance at you from the corner of his eye before turning back to his phone screen, “We’re not getting matching cow costumes for Halloween.” 

“Okay. I hear you.” You pause. “I’ll order them.”

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