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family bonfire with rafe & siblingpack!reader

you don’t mean to sound weird about it. you’re just trying to be honest when rafe asks what you’re doing tonight and you tell him,

��can’t hang out. family thing.”

his mouth twitches, curious, head tilting a little like he’s waiting for more.

so you keep talking, because when you’re around him lately, you tend to do that.

“it’s not, like, a big thing. just something we do sometimes. backyard fire, stupidity, s’mores if someone remembers to not burn the marshmallow bag this time.”

his eyes flicker with amusement. “sounds cozy.”

you shrug. “it’s more like a feral pack of wolves very loosely held together by genetics.”

he laughs, then nudges your knee with his. you’re both sitting on the edge of his bed, legs dangling off, his fingers barely grazing yours in that casual way that feels anything but casual.

he raises his brows, already smiling. “so you’re saying you’re blowin’ me off?”

“i’m preserving your sanity.”

“is that what this is?”

“yes. and also your eyebrows. kit tried to roast marshmallows last time with a hairspray lighter. we don’t talk about it.”

you expect him to tease you more, to let it go. but instead he says, “i could come with you.” the words land heavier than they should. like a piano in a quiet room.

you freeze a little. blink. then cover it up with a shaky breath and a quick, “no, you don’t have to. seriously. it’s not a thing. they’re just weird and loud and . . .”

you trail off, because you don’t even know what you’re defending him from. your siblings? their judgment? your own fear of how he’ll look standing next to them?

you hate how fast your brain spins with it. how fast you start imagining all the ways tonight could go wrong if he’s there. not because of him necessarily, but because of who they expect him to be.

the first time they met was just a few weeks ago, but with all the time between then and now, it just makes you nervous.

he sees the hesitation flash in your face, but he doesn’t press. just gives you that easy, fucking infuriating smile. “okay,” he says simply. “but if you change your mind . . .”

you huff, doubtful, “i’ll text you.”

kit’s already flicking the lighter, crouched next to jude and rowan as they try to start the firepit without adult supervision.

cole is sitting off to the side, slouched in a patio chair with a hoodie pulled up over half his face and a cold beer in hand. he’s pretending to scroll through his phone, but you know he’s listening to everything.

nadia’s inside wrangling her daughter into pajamas. she already threatened to ‘call it a night early’ if someone drops an f-bomb in front of her kid again, which means you’ve been speaking in weird metaphors all night, like what the freak and shut the front door.

your family’s version of keeping it pg.

you’re standing by the back door, arms crossed, watching the flame finally catch. jude lifts his hands like he’s god and kit yells “we did it!” even though she mostly watched.

rowan’s sitting cross-legged now, already asking where the marshmallows are. you sigh and turn to grab the pantry bag you left on the counter, and that’s when you hear it. a creak.

you pause, blink, and then your gaze shifts toward the porch. someone’s standing just at the edge of the light. tall. quiet. still. your stomach dips.

you take a step closer and squint. the outline becomes more familiar with every second. the broad shoulders. the jaw you could probably sketch from memory by now. the navy crewneck you remember teasing him for buying. said it made him look too clean.

your brows pinch together. confused. “rafe?”

he doesn’t say anything yet. just stands there with something tucked behind him, half-hidden in the shadows.

you flip the switch beside the door. the porch light buzzes on with a low hum, and suddenly there he is in full color wearing that stupid crewneck, looking at you like he’s not sure if he’s early or late or somewhere in between.

then, slowly, he pulls his arm from behind the porch post. a bag. plastic and canvas, bulging slightly at the top. he lifts it like it explains everything.

“you said bonfire,” he says. “i brought supplies.”

you just stand there for a second, brain buffering. your heart does something dumb in your chest. it twists, catches, flutters in the most disgusting way. he’s so cute.

then you laugh softly. he’s here . . . with your family . . . because he wanted to be.

you hurry over to him with a grin, “what is it?”

he shrugs like it’s obvious. “graham crackers, chocolate, two different kinds of marshmallows, uno cards, also, like . . . bug spray. and juice boxes for the kid. uh, nadia’s.”

your eyebrows lift. “juice boxes?”

“i wasn’t sure what kids like, okay? i panicked and got the ones with sharks on them.”

you look at him, like really look at him, and feel something in your chest soften. you melt. behind you, someone whistles low. you turn to see cole watching from his chair, one eyebrow raised.

“look who brought the sacrificial offering,” he mutters.

nadia appears at the sliding door, her daughter perched on her hip. she narrows her eyes at rafe, sizing him up like she’s measuring whether he’ll be a bad influence or a decent co-pilot in a minivan someday.

“that one’s yours?” she asks you, and you hum, knowing she’s joking.

her kid wiggles until she’s set down, then runs up to rafe and just kind of stares. rafe blinks at her, then slowly offers a juice box. she takes it like a queen accepting tribute.

you smile at him. can’t help it. it’s soft and a little stunned, like okay, maybe he did think this through more than you gave him credit for.

there’s something about the way he’s standing there too, almost awkward in how prepared he is, like he packed for a camping trip and a job interview all at once.

he catches it. of course he does. his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a grin.

you clear your throat and glance toward the others. jude’s sitting on one of the folding chairs, poking the fire with a stick like it insulted him personally, and kit’s halfway through teaching rowan how to roast a marshmallow without turning it into actual lava. you raise your voice just enough to cut through the noise.

“guys, c’mere,” you call out, already stepping toward the house.

they don’t question it. kit’s up first, skipping a little as she grabs the handle with both hands and starts digging through it like it’s christmas morning. jude follows slower, peering into the bag over her shoulder before reaching inside.

you’re halfway to the door when you hear kit laugh. “yo— juice boxes? shark ones?”

“no way,” jude says, and then, softer, “hell yeah.”

you turn just in time to see him pull out the bug spray, holding it in both hands like he’s found buried treasure. his entire face shifts, but it’s short-lived.

cole’s there in an instant, reaching over with a long arm and yanking it out of his grip without a word. he doesn’t even look at them, just tucks it under his jacket and sits back down like nothing happened.

you bite down a laugh and glance at rafe. his hand finds yours, and you let him take it.

“c’mon,” he says quietly. “more in the car.”

you nod once, and let him pull you around the side of the house. it’s darker out front. his car’s parked crooked in the gravel, headlights long off, interior light still faintly glowing as you both reach the back.

he opens the doors and gestures inside. “figured you guys wouldn’t have hammocks,” he says, like it’s the most casual thought in the world.

you blink. there are two boxes. legit hammocks. probably not the cheap kind either, knowing him. you look at them, then at him, and shake your head, grinning in spite of yourself.

“you packed like we were going off-grid,” you murmur, reaching in to lift one side. “don’t tell me there’s a tent in the trunk.”

“i’m just bein’ prepared,” he says, taking the other.

“or paranoid.”

“same thing.”

you laugh, soft and under your breath, but he hears it. you both do. you head back toward the backyard, past the old fence, past the overgrown hydrangeas, back to the glow of firelight and the shitty music playing from cole’s speaker.

and the rest of the night is just golden.

rafe stays. of course he stays.

jude barely blinks before he’s dragging rafe over to help him light another fire when the first starts dying down. kit steals two of the juice boxes, gives one to rafe with a completely serious “cheers,” and even nadia laughs a lot, louder than usual, and rafe’s the only one who manages to get her kid to stop throwing graham crackers and actually roast a marshmallow.

you catch nadia watching him at one point, just watching like she’s trying to figure out what to make of it all. she doesn’t say anything though. doesn’t need to. the slight smile she gives you when your eyes meet says enough.

rafe sets up the hammocks with you, one between two trees and the other closer to the house, and at some point, you find yourselves both sitting in the same one, legs tangled.

your head rests on his shoulder. his fingers move absentmindedly against your arm, tracing circles you barely notice until he stops.

they tease you both, obviously. jude makes a kissy face behind rafe’s back. kit throws a pillow from one of the chairs and dramatically says ‘ew’ every time your knees so much as touch. but no one really means it. not tonight.

tonight is full of melted chocolate, smoke in your hair, and snorting while laughing.

it’s late when people start drifting back inside. nadia’s first of course, her kid half-asleep in her arms, followed by kit and jude in a blur of jokes and yawns. cole lingers longer, but even he disappears after a while.

you and rafe stay a little longer, just swaying. it’s nice. it’s peaceful. and for once, it’s enough.

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rafes texts with siblingpack!reader . . .

rafes texts with siblingpack!readers family . . .

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rafe with siblingpack!pogue!reader . . .

he would hear you say “my brother” a lot.

you’d toss it into conversations like it meant nothing, like “my brother borrowed my charger again” or “my brother said that movie was mid.”

but it was always a different brother. rafe started noticing that.

one night, while driving back from a late-night gas station run, he finally asked, “how many siblings do you actually have?”

you shrugged like it was no big deal. “six. well, technically seven, including me.” and he almost drove off the road.

he didn’t say anything right away. he just filed it away.

six siblings. six people who share your childhood, your last name, your house. six people who have stories he doesn’t know. six chances to screw this up.

later, he joked about it. said stuff like, “you hiding me from your family?”

and you told him straight-faced, “no. i’m hiding them from you.” and he laughed, but deep down he knew you’re not totally kidding.

it wasn’t that he didn’t want to meet them. it’s just, he didn’t want to lose before he even got the chance to prove himself.

the first time he dropped you off at your house, he saw the shadows through the window.

someone was pacing the hallway. someone else was on the porch barefoot, eating cereal out of a mixing bowl. the porch light flickered. music was playing. someone was shouting from upstairs.

you leaned against his truck door, thumb tracing a chip in the paint, and said, “you don’t have to come in.”

and he knew what you mean. not just tonight. but in general.

you don’t have to see all this. you don’t have to see the unfiltered version of me. but he wanted to. it’s just, he wanted to deserve it first.

you thought about bringing him home, yeah. more than once. usually late at night, when he’s driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of your neck like it's instinct. when the roads are empty and he’s looking at you like he’s still trying to figure you out.

he’ll ask little things: what your house is like, why you never bring anyone around, and you always dodge it, joke your way through.

truth is, you didn’t think he’d want to see it.

even if he asked.

but then today happens. you were supposed to run to the gas station and grab milk. you were hungry. he was already with you. cole had texted some passive-aggressive version of ‘get here before someone eats the rest of the pasta’ and the sun was already going down.

so you said, screw it.

and now, here you are.

you don't even need to knock. the door's unlocked, like always. probably wide open all day. you walk in first, and rafe follows, just a step behind, slow, cautious in the way you never really see from him. like he’s entering a space he shouldn’t be allowed in.

the house smells like cheap candles, burnt toast, and whatever jude poured down the sink last night. the tv’s on so loud the floor vibrates. somewhere in the distance, a door slams and someone yells ‘get the hell out of my room’ in a voice you can’t place yet. might be cole, might be a feral animal.

rafe pauses just past the threshold.

“this a bad idea?” he murmurs, voice quiet but right in your ear.

you glance at him, try not to wince. “kind of.”

he huffs a small laugh, but doesn’t press.

you kick your shoes off automatically, sidestepping a pair of muddy cleats that definitely weren’t there this morning. a small blur zips past your legs, barefoot, wearing a black hoodie and something strapped to his head with duct tape. he’s muttering something about ‘operational recon’ as he disappears around the corner.

“rowan’s in mission mode again,” you mutter.

“jesus,” rafe says under his breath, eyebrows raised. “how many are here again?”

you just wave him in further. the living room is barely holding itself together. a pile of laundry sits half-folded on the armchair, and someone’s hoodie is draped over the ceiling fan cord like a noose. jude is sprawled on the floor like a corpse, watching the tv upside down, arms flung wide, one sock on. next to him, kit’s curled into the couch, hoodie zipped all the way up, knees tucked under her chin.

neither of them looks up.

you clear your throat as you step over an open bag of chips someone clearly gave up on.

“kit. jude. maybe try pretending we have manners.”

kit looks up first. her eyes land on rafe and immediately narrow like she’s scanning him for weak points. she’s got that look she always gets when you bring someone new around. mostly bored, mildly suspicious, like this is all taking time away from her personal agenda of doing nothing.

“you brought someone?” she says, raising a brow. “thought you were still in your antisocial era.”

“she is,” jude mutters, not taking his eyes off the screen. “she just wants someone to suffer with her.”

“true love,” kit says flatly. “so romantic.”

rafe glances between the two of them, then back at you. you catch the faint twitch of a smirk, but he doesn’t say anything yet.

“kit, jude,” you start, tilting your head toward him, “this is rafe.”

“cameron?” jude pipes up, finally looking over. “like . . . that cameron?”

“no,” you say. “a different one with the same face, voice, and trust fund.”

rafe gives him a polite nod. “hey.”

kit stares for another beat before her mouth lifts slightly. “ballsy move, bringing tannyhill into this dump.”

“it’s not that bad,” you argue, but even as you say it, a dog barks in the distance and something clatters in the kitchen.

jude shrugs. “i give him ten minutes before he bails.”

“you want a timer?” rafe asks, tone dry.

“ohhh,” jude grins. “he’s got jokes.”

before you can even roll your eyes, another crash comes from the kitchen, followed by the unmistakable voice of cole yelling “i said don’t fucking touch that!” and nadia snapping something right back, sharper, quieter, way more terrifying.

you walk toward the noise and gesture for rafe to follow. he does, weaving past the wreckage of backpacks and tangled shoes by the hall.

in the kitchen, cole’s leaned against the counter in a faded white tee, sipping a beer like it’s the only thing anchoring him to the ground. nadia’s across from him, arms crossed tight, face set like stone. there’s a pot boiling on the stove and something singed on the burner beside it.

cole eyes rafe as soon as you walk in. no hello. no smile. just a squint.

“we picking up strays now?”

“do not,” you warn, pointing a finger. “do not start.”

rafe just lifts a hand. “not a stray. came voluntarily.”

“worse,” cole mutters. “means you’re either stupid or into her.”

“definitely stupid,” nadia adds, dryly, without turning around.

you rub a hand over your face. “rafe, meet cole and nadia. the kitchen trolls.”

“i’m not a troll,” cole says. “i’m the cook.”

nadia turns to rafe with a sigh and a faint smile. “sorry in advance. he’s only here because he ran out of beer at his place.”

“false,” cole says, gesturing with the bottle. “i brought this.”

“that’s expired,” she fires back.

“so’s my patience.”

“anyway,” you cut in before they start again. “we’re just here for a second.”

“sure,” nadia says, though her eyes flick back to rafe. not judgmental. just reading him.

then rowan reappears, making a dramatic dive-roll across the linoleum, blanket cape flapping. he skids into the cabinets, hops up, and shouts, “agent deployed!” before vanishing again.

rafe blinks.

“what the hell?”

“that’s rowan,” you sigh. “he thinks he’s in a war movie.”

“he’s eight,” cole adds helpfully. “don’t feed him. don’t look him in the eye. he’s fine.”

you glance at rafe again, just to check. he doesn’t look freaked out. he looks . . . kind of amused, actually. like he’s genuinely curious about how this turned into your life.

you lean a little closer.

“still wanna be here?”

he shrugs, small smile playing at his lips.

“figured it’d be worse.”

“worse?” you echo.

“yeah,” he says. “like, knives flying. yelling. exorcisms. this is just . . . messy.”

you snort. “give it time.”

but when you look back at him, standing in the middle of the chaos, arms relaxed, not checking the door, you think maybe he can handle it after all. maybe he already is.

a/n: me when i rewatch shameless LOL but yea this wont be a series but maybe ill write headcanons or blurbs here n there with rafe & reader who just has a bunch of siblings in the cut. also yes ik i said 6 siblings and only introduced 5, the 6th is away from home rn !! we’ll get to her another time idk, lmk if u want a brief rundown on ur new fictional siblings maybe

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brief rundown of siblingpack!pogue!reader’s family

27 ; savannah “sav” – the eldest, almost a stranger

role — left young, never came back, until now. the mysterious one who got out, started a new life, then crashed.

super distant, emotionally blocked, protective in a detached way. keeps secrets like they’re currency.

no one’s sure what she does for work, just that she suddenly needs a place to stay. (coming soon!)

relationships ;

to you — distant but respectful. your connection is strained because sav left when you were still a kid. you have emotional landmines between each other.

to rafe — neutral-to-cold. she doesn’t trust rich boys. doesn’t say much to him, but he knows she’s watching.

to the camerons — she hates ward’s whole vibe. instantly clocks him as manipulative and warns you quietly: “don’t let them feed you steak if they’re starving you emotionally.”

24 ; cole – the smartest one, but mean as hell about it

role — gifted in school, now a sarcastic underachiever. could’ve been anything, and resents everyone for that.

cold, funny in a dry way, yes hes obviously so lip gallagher core. isn’t afraid to complain or yell apparently bc thats how i accidentally wrote him in the first part already LMAO, but he means well.

still super protective when it comes to any of his siblings unless theyre being fucking stupid

relationships ;

to you — he sees you as too soft and it annoys him. but he’ll back you up in a quiet way. thinks you deserve more than what this family (and rafe) offers.

to rafe — plays nice at first but theres an instant mutual dislike. cole has no respect for ‘trust fund masculinity’ and will eventually call him out subtly, like, “so what exactly do you do besides walk around like you own the place?”

to the camerons — thinks they’re all shallow, morally bankrupt, and a walking warning sign. but ‘that sarah girl’ doesn’t seem as bad.

22 ; nadia – the one who got pregnant, but not by accident

role — has a kid but has no partner. doesn’t want one. wanted the baby, not the mess.

can be controlling, elegant, sharper than people expect. thinks everyone else is irresponsible. protective but only motherly to her daughter or rowan.

relationships ;

to you — literally sees you like a friend, but also someone to manage. she talks down to you without realizing it, treating you like a baby sister when you’re tired of that. you argue a lot but never fall out.

to rafe — wary but polite. she doesn’t hate him but assumes he’ll let you down eventually. has that ‘i’ll be watching you’ smile.

to the camerons — tries to be civil. thinks rose is plastic. thinks ward is a snake. keeps her kid far away from their energy.

20 ; YOU – the glue that holds everybody together unfortunately

role — you didn’t choose this job but they practically look to you to be the middle man in things. it’s why you don’t blame sav for leaving and why you go out so often with rafe.

you see everything but say nothing sometimes. idk i’ll make sure you have a good heart but you’ll have ur fun. impulsive maybe ? fan favorite.

relationships ;

to rafe — you’re the first person who doesn’t treat him like he’s broken beyond repair. but you also don’t fix him, you challenge him.

to the camerons — you usually try to hold your own, but they see you as a “pity project” at first. ward doesn’t like your independence. rose ignores you. wheezie likes you. sarah is intrigued, especially because she wonders why you even like someone like her brother.

16 ; kit – the wild card maybe

role — the risk-taker. the one who disappears for days n shows up like nothing happened.

reckless, addictive, oddly loyal. hates rules but loooves family dinners (for the food, drama, & laughs. mainly the drama.)

maybe angsty because shes 16. was originally supposed to be another boy but i wanted a brother/sister duo dynamic between her & jude.

relationships ;

to you — surprisingly loyal. you’re the only one who can get through to her when she’s spinning out. would throw hands for you, literally.

to rafe — lowkey kind of idolizes him at first. rafe is older, wild, and dangerous, something that kit respects. but if rafe hurts you? kit’s burning something down.

to the camerons — she thinks they’re cool but fake. she’d eventually get kicked out of their house for stealing something small ‘just to see if they’d notice.’

15 ; jude – so quiet, such an observer tbh

role — always watching. not necessarily antisocial quiet but he just minds his own business a lot of the time. when he opens his mouth its always gonna be something stupid.

withdrawn, sweet when you earn it. typical teen asshole tho, prob same with kit

relationships ;

to you — close, in a quiet, deep way. he doesn’t talk much, but he always knows when you’re hurting.

to rafe — likes him. initially it’s a very “well i guess if you like him then who am i to say anything?” feeling toward you. he secretly likes when rafe comes over because his kiss-ass self always tries to bring stuff for the younger ones now.

to the camerons — doesn’t like them. thinks they pretend too much. prob writes poetry about sarah but deletes it LMFJSOW

8 ; rowan – the tag-a-long

role — the baby. dragged into everything. overhears more than he should. weirdly wise for his age.

loves hiding under tables, pretending to be asleep, spying. he’s so adorable.

relationships ;

to you — can get obsessed. sometimes will just follow you everywhere. you’re one of the only ones who actually plays with him when you’re home.

to rafe — actually likes him because rafe treats him like a mini-adult. rafe lets him sit in the front seat, buys him snacks. you’re shocked.

to the camerons — literally doesn’t care. he just wants to know if they have a pool and snacks.

authors note ; for those who wanted the next time i release anything about siblingpack!reader <3 im at school rn n im too lazy to add the coloring tho so ill do it later maybe

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Cole x Sarah????🤭🤭🤭

MAYBE + sarah should be 18 here bc rafes 22 (i just made the reader 20) BUT LOWKEY LOL THE SLOWBURN BETWEEN THEM WOULD BE CUTE

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NOT SO BAD ; you and rafe absolutely despise each other in public but crush in secret. rafe is failing his humanities class & is assigned you as his tutor . . . maybe all it took for this relationship to form was just a bit of forced proximity and some time.

WAKING UP TO YOU ; you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO FOR LOVE? ; you become obsessively fixated on winning back your ex-boyfriend rafe, resorting to manipulative schemes—bribery, staged incidents, and calculated charm—to eliminate any threat to your reunion, believing you’re the only one who can truly protect him.

SUPER RICH KIDS ; trapped in a world of money, parties, and nothing real, you spend your nights with your boyfriend and your secrets with rafe who watches, waits, and wonders if the man who holds your hand knows about the one who holds your heart.

FORGET ME NOT ; after you undergo a procedure to erase rafe from your memory, rafe, devastated by the realization, decides to do the same, only to find himself fighting to hold onto the love you shared, proving that some connections can never truly be forgotten.

WATCHER OR PLAYER? ; in a high-stakes underground game where players complete dares for money and fame, a rising star and a reluctant newcomer are thrown together by the watchers’ obsession, only to discover that the game isn’t just entertainment, it’s a trap neither of them can escape.

SIBLINGPACK!READER ; blurbs about rafe & reader who has a bunch of siblings in the cut.

I’M COMING, WAIT FOR ME ; you enter the hunger games a proud weapon of your district, only to find your sharpest blade is the boy beside you, and you’re not sure which one of you the capitol wants to break first.

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rafe with siblingpack!pogue!reader . . .

he would hear you say “my brother” a lot.

you’d toss it into conversations like it means nothing, like “my brother borrowed my charger again” or “my brother said that movie was mid.”

but it’s always a different brother. rafe starts noticing that.

one night, while driving back from a late-night gas station run, he finally asked, “how many siblings do you actually have?”

you shrugged like it was no big deal. “six. well, technically seven, including me.” and he almost drove off the road.

he didn’t say anything right away. he just filed it away.

six siblings. six people who share your childhood, your last name, your house. six people who have stories he doesn’t know. six chances to screw this up.

later, he joked about it. said stuff like, “you hiding me from your family?”

and you told him straight-faced, “no. i’m hiding them from you.” and he laughed, but deep down he knew you’re not totally kidding.

it wasn’t that he didn’t want to meet them. it’s just, he didn’t want to lose before he even got the chance to prove himself.

the first time he dropped you off at your house, he saw the shadows through the window.

someone was pacing the hallway. someone else was on the porch barefoot, eating cereal out of a mixing bowl. the porch light flickered. music was playing. someone was shouting from upstairs.

you leaned against his truck door, thumb tracing a chip in the paint, and said, “you don’t have to come in.”

and he knew what you mean. not just tonight. but in general.

you don’t have to see all this. you don’t have to see the unfiltered version of me. but he wanted to. it’s just, he wanted to deserve it first.

you thought about bringing him home, yeah. more than once. usually late at night, when he’s driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of your neck like it's instinct. when the roads are empty and he’s looking at you like he’s still trying to figure you out.

he’ll ask little things: what your house is like, why you never bring anyone around, and you always dodge it, joke your way through.

truth is, you didn’t think he’d want to see it.

even if he asked.

but then today happens. you were supposed to run to the gas station and grab milk. you were hungry. he was already with you. cole had texted some passive-aggressive version of ‘get here before someone eats the rest of the pasta’ and the sun was already going down.

so you said, screw it.

and now, here you are.

you don't even need to knock. the door's unlocked, like always. probably wide open all day. you walk in first, and rafe follows, just a step behind, slow, cautious in the way you never really see from him. like he’s entering a space he shouldn’t be allowed in.

the house smells like cheap candles, burnt toast, and whatever jude poured down the sink last night. the tv’s on so loud the floor vibrates. somewhere in the distance, a door slams and someone yells ‘get the hell out of my room’ in a voice you can’t place yet. might be cole, might be a feral animal.

rafe pauses just past the threshold.

“this a bad idea?” he murmurs, voice quiet but right in your ear.

you glance at him, try not to wince. “kind of.”

he huffs a small laugh, but doesn’t press.

you kick your shoes off automatically, sidestepping a pair of muddy cleats that definitely weren’t there this morning. a small blur zips past your legs, barefoot, wearing a black hoodie and something strapped to his head with duct tape. he’s muttering something about ‘operational recon’ as he disappears around the corner.

“rowan’s in mission mode again,” you mutter.

“jesus,” rafe says under his breath, eyebrows raised. “how many are here again?”

you just wave him in further. the living room is barely holding itself together. a pile of laundry sits half-folded on the armchair, and someone’s hoodie is draped over the ceiling fan cord like a noose. jude is sprawled on the floor like a corpse, watching the tv upside down, arms flung wide, one sock on. next to him, kit’s curled into the couch, hoodie zipped all the way up, knees tucked under her chin.

neither of them looks up.

you clear your throat as you step over an open bag of chips someone clearly gave up on.

“kit. jude. maybe try pretending we have manners.”

kit looks up first. her eyes land on rafe and immediately narrow like she’s scanning him for weak points. she’s got that look she always gets when you bring someone new around. mostly bored, mildly suspicious, like this is all taking time away from her personal agenda of doing nothing.

“you brought someone?” she says, raising a brow. “thought you were still in your antisocial era.”

“she is,” jude mutters, not taking his eyes off the screen. “she just wants someone to suffer with her.”

“true love,” kit says flatly. “so romantic.”

rafe glances between the two of them, then back at you. you catch the faint twitch of a smirk, but he doesn’t say anything yet.

“kit, jude,” you start, tilting your head toward him, “this is rafe.”

“cameron?” jude pipes up, finally looking over. “like . . . that cameron?”

“no,” you say. “a different one with the same face, voice, and trust fund.”

rafe gives him a polite nod. “hey.”

kit stares for another beat before her mouth lifts slightly. “ballsy move, bringing tannyhill into this dump.”

“it’s not that bad,” you argue, but even as you say it, a dog barks in the distance and something clatters in the kitchen.

jude shrugs. “i give him ten minutes before he bails.”

“you want a timer?” rafe asks, tone dry.

“ohhh,” jude grins. “he’s got jokes.”

before you can even roll your eyes, another crash comes from the kitchen, followed by the unmistakable voice of cole yelling “i said don’t fucking touch that!” and nadia snapping something right back, sharper, quieter, way more terrifying.

you walk toward the noise and gesture for rafe to follow. he does, weaving past the wreckage of backpacks and tangled shoes by the hall.

in the kitchen, cole’s leaned against the counter in a faded white tee, sipping a beer like it’s the only thing anchoring him to the ground. nadia’s across from him, arms crossed tight, face set like stone. there’s a pot boiling on the stove and something singed on the burner beside it.

cole eyes rafe as soon as you walk in. no hello. no smile. just a squint.

“we picking up strays now?”

“do not,” you warn, pointing a finger. “do not start.”

rafe just lifts a hand. “not a stray. came voluntarily.”

“worse,” cole mutters. “means you’re either stupid or into her.”

“definitely stupid,” nadia adds, dryly, without turning around.

you rub a hand over your face. “rafe, meet cole and nadia. the kitchen trolls.”

“i’m not a troll,” cole says. “i’m the cook.”

nadia turns to rafe with a sigh and a faint smile. “sorry in advance. he’s only here because he ran out of beer at his place.”

“false,” cole says, gesturing with the bottle. “i brought this.”

“that’s expired,” she fires back.

“so’s my patience.”

“anyway,” you cut in before they start again. “we’re just here for a second.”

“sure,” nadia says, though her eyes flick back to rafe. not judgmental. just reading him.

then rowan reappears, making a dramatic dive-roll across the linoleum, blanket cape flapping. he skids into the cabinets, hops up, and shouts, “agent deployed!” before vanishing again.

rafe blinks.

“what the hell?”

“that’s rowan,” you sigh. “he thinks he’s in a war movie.”

“he’s eight,” cole adds helpfully. “don’t feed him. don’t look him in the eye. he’s fine.”

you glance at rafe again, just to check. he doesn’t look freaked out. he looks . . . kind of amused, actually. like he’s genuinely curious about how this turned into your life.

you lean a little closer.

“still wanna be here?”

he shrugs, small smile playing at his lips.

“figured it’d be worse.”

“worse?” you echo.

“yeah,” he says. “like, knives flying. yelling. exorcisms. this is just . . . messy.”

you snort. “give it time.”

but when you look back at him, standing in the middle of the chaos, arms relaxed, not checking the door, you think maybe he can handle it after all. maybe he already is.

a/n: me when i rewatch shameless LOL but yea this wont be a series but maybe ill write headcanons or blurbs here n there with rafe & reader who just has a bunch of siblings in the cut. also yes ik i said 6 siblings and only introduced 5, the 6th is away from home rn !! we’ll get to her another time idk, lmk if u want a brief rundown on ur new fictional siblings maybe

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i love them already lol

brief rundown of siblingpack!pogue!reader’s family

27 ; savannah “sav” – the eldest, almost a stranger

role — left young, never came back, until now. the mysterious one who got out, started a new life, then crashed.

super distant, emotionally blocked, protective in a detached way. keeps secrets like they’re currency.

no one’s sure what she does for work, just that she suddenly needs a place to stay. (coming soon!)

relationships ;

to you — distant but respectful. your connection is strained because sav left when you were still a kid. you have emotional landmines between each other.

to rafe — neutral-to-cold. she doesn’t trust rich boys. doesn’t say much to him, but he knows she’s watching.

to the camerons — she hates ward’s whole vibe. instantly clocks him as manipulative and warns you quietly: “don’t let them feed you steak if they’re starving you emotionally.”

24 ; cole – the smartest one, but mean as hell about it

role — gifted in school, now a sarcastic underachiever. could’ve been anything, and resents everyone for that.

cold, funny in a dry way, yes hes obviously so lip gallagher core. isn’t afraid to complain or yell apparently bc thats how i accidentally wrote him in the first part already LMAO, but he means well.

still super protective when it comes to any of his siblings unless theyre being fucking stupid

relationships ;

to you — he sees you as too soft and it annoys him. but he’ll back you up in a quiet way. thinks you deserve more than what this family (and rafe) offers.

to rafe — plays nice at first but theres an instant mutual dislike. cole has no respect for ‘trust fund masculinity’ and will eventually call him out subtly, like, “so what exactly do you do besides walk around like you own the place?”

to the camerons — thinks they’re all shallow, morally bankrupt, and a walking warning sign. but ‘that sarah girl’ doesn’t seem as bad.

22 ; nadia – the one who got pregnant, but not by accident

role — has a kid but has no partner. doesn’t want one. wanted the baby, not the mess.

can be controlling, elegant, sharper than people expect. thinks everyone else is irresponsible. protective but only motherly to her son or rowan.

relationships ;

to you — literally sees you like a friend, but also someone to manage. she talks down to you without realizing it, treating you like a baby sister when you’re tired of that. you argue a lot but never fall out.

to rafe — wary but polite. she doesn’t hate him but assumes he’ll let you down eventually. has that ‘i’ll be watching you’ smile.

to the camerons — tries to be civil. thinks rose is plastic. thinks ward is a snake. keeps her kid far away from their energy.

20 ; YOU – the glue that holds everybody together unfortunately

role — you didn’t choose this job but they practically look to you to be the middle man in things. it’s why you don’t blame sav for leaving and why you go out so often with rafe.

you see everything but say nothing sometimes. idk i’ll make sure you have a good heart but you’ll have ur fun. impulsive maybe ? fan favorite.

relationships ;

to rafe — you’re the first person who doesn’t treat him like he’s broken beyond repair. but you also don’t fix him, you challenge him.

to the camerons — you usually try to hold your own, but they see you as a “pity project” at first. ward doesn’t like your independence. rose ignores you. wheezie likes you. sarah is intrigued, especially because she wonders why you even like someone like her brother.

16 ; kit – the wild card maybe

role — the risk-taker. the one who disappears for days n shows up like nothing happened.

reckless, addictive, oddly loyal. hates rules but loooves family dinners (for the food, drama, & laughs. mainly the drama.)

maybe angsty because shes 16. was originally supposed to be another boy but i wanted a brother/sister duo dynamic between her & jude.

relationships ;

to you — surprisingly loyal. you’re the only one who can get through to her when she’s spinning out. would throw hands for you, literally.

to rafe — lowkey kind of idolizes him at first. rafe is older, wild, and dangerous, something that kit respects. but if rafe hurts you? kit’s burning something down.

to the camerons — she thinks they’re cool but fake. she’d eventually get kicked out of their house for stealing something small ‘just to see if they’d notice.’

15 ; jude – so quiet, such an observer tbh

role — always watching. not necessarily antisocial quiet but he just minds his own business a lot of the time. when he opens his mouth its always gonna be something stupid.

withdrawn, sweet when you earn it. typical teen asshole tho, prob same with kit

relationships ;

to you — close, in a quiet, deep way. he doesn’t talk much, but he always knows when you’re hurting.

to rafe — likes him. initially it’s a very “well i guess if you like him then who am i to say anything?” feeling toward you. he secretly likes when rafe comes over because his kiss-ass self always tries to bring stuff for the younger ones now.

to the camerons — doesn’t like them. thinks they pretend too much. prob writes poetry about sarah but deletes it LMFJSOW

8 ; rowan – the tag-a-long

role — the baby. dragged into everything. overhears more than he should. weirdly wise for his age.

loves hiding under tables, pretending to be asleep, spying. he’s so adorable.

relationships ;

to you — can get obsessed. sometimes will just follow you everywhere. you’re one of the only ones who actually plays with him when you’re home.

to rafe — actually likes him because rafe treats him like a mini-adult. rafe lets him sit in the front seat, buys him snacks. you’re shocked.

to the camerons — literally doesn’t care. he just wants to know if they have a pool and snacks.

authors note ; for those who wanted the next time i release anything about siblingpack!reader <3 im at school rn n im too lazy to add the coloring tho so ill do it later maybe

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