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miley1442111 · 3 days

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but daddy i love him- r.cameron

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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry lmao.

intended for fem!reader

summary: based off of but daddy i love him by taylor swift

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: happy ending, talk of fighting, kissing, marragie, pregnancy

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I forget how the West was won

I forget if this was ever fun

I just learned these people only raise you

To cage you

Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best

Clutchin' their pearls, sighing, "What a mess"

I just learned these people try and save you

'Cause they hate you

You ran through the Midsummer's party tears flowing freely down your face. Your parents had given you a final ultimatum. Break up with Rafe or be cut off from them and kicked out. They didn’t approve of him, he was too immature. He was bad for you.

The Outerbanks was a small place, everyone thought they knew everyone. Rafe was a party boy, yes. Rafe did drugs and rank too much, yes. Rafe didn’t give a shit about others most of the time, yes. But all of that was before you. Before he got better, for you. Though all anyone ever saw was the playboy with too much of daddy’s money.

Too high a horse for a simple girl

To rise above it

They slammed the door on my whole world

The one thing I wanted

You weren’t perfect either. You were a Kook too. Your family worked with the Cameron’s. You’d grown up with Rafe. You were done with their impossible standards. You had to be their perfect daughter, you didn’t want to be anymore.

You ran straight into Rafe, who was chatting with his dad.

“Baby?” He questioned, worry coating his words. “What’s wrong?”

“M-my parents,” you cried into his chest, his hands pulling you close to him as he led you somewhere less public. “T-they’re going to kick me out if we don’t break up!”

Rafe’s face set into an emotion he rarely showed, genuine upset. He felt for you, obviously. He regretted his past actions and guilt ate at him everyday. He’d done everything to try and show your parents that he was good. Good enough for you anyways, even if he didn’t believe it himself. He thought he was evil, that you deserved better. But he wasn’t a strong enough man to shy away from your unconditional love and kindness. Your beauty and grace. Your intelligence.

You.

Now I'm runnin' with my dress unbuttoned

Scrеamin', "But, Daddy, I love him

I'm havin' his baby"

No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

I'm tellin' him to floor it through thе fences

No, I'm not coming to my senses

I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want

Your father turned the corner, a hardened look on his face. “You’ve made your choice?”

“Dad, I love him!” You cried to your father, begging him to see how much you cared for each other.

“He’s not good for you! He’s dangerous!” Your father shouted back. Ward walked in, attempting to quell the situation.

“Sir, please-” Rafe started but your father silenced him with a punch to the face. You cried as Ward held your father back from hurting an apologising Rafe. After what felt like hours, though truthfully, it was minutes, Sarah came in to take you away from the situation, driving you to Tannyhill as you sobbed silently in the passenger seat. She brought you up to Rafe's bedroom and sat with you until you fell asleep.

Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid

Tendrils tucked into a woven braid

Growin' up precocious sometimes means

Not growin' up at all

He was chaos, he was revelry

Bedroom eyes like a remedy

Soon enough, the elders had convened

Down at the city hall

You woke up to Rafe’s arms around you, his comforting scent engulfing you. For a moment, everything felt alright.

“Morning baby,” he smiled softly. You looked up to see his face. He had a split lip and a black eye, clearly the fight had progressed after you’d left.

“Rafe,” you whispered, brushing a finger over his bruising softly. He tried to hide his wincing, but you saw right through it. You felt a sickening blame settle in your stomach. “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he whispered, changing your position so that he could put a hand on your cheek. He pressed a kiss to his cheek and allowed for comfortable silence before he spoke again, a certain insecurity in his voice. “I don’t mind what choice you make, I love you more than anything but I don’t want to take your family away from you-”

“You. I pick you,” you said, the most certain thing in your mind was that you loved Rafe and that Rafe loved you. You felt that the only thing you’d ever know was Rafe.

“Baby…” He started, trying to reason with you. “They’re your family-”

“And you’re the love of my life.”

"Stay away from her"

The saboteurs protested too much

Lord knows the words we never heard

Just screeching tires and true love

Months and months of your parents attempting to get you back, threatening the Cameron’s, calling you everyday begging you to come home, you’d walk out of the house and there they would be, screaming and shouting, calling you all sorts of names.

You stayed by his side and he stayed by yours.

And I'm runnin' with my dress unbuttoned

Screamin', "But, Daddy, I love him

I'm havin' his baby"

No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

I'm tellin' him to floor it through the fences

No, I'm not coming to my senses

I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want

Midsummer’s came around again, you felt good. Rafe and you had both finished your college degrees and you were a working psychologist and he was working in a family-friends business. You’d moved out of Tannyhill into a charming cottage on the edge of the island, surrounded by trees and grass, your dream home.

Rafe and you stood hand in hand as the entire island stared at the two of you. Everyone knew what had happened, the island was a small place after all. You wore a beautiful dress and Rafe’s eyes were on you all night, you ditched the party and danced on the beach. There was no music, but the moment was too perfect to not want Rafe as close to you as possible.

“Thank you for staying,” Rafe whispered into your ear as he held you to his chest. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Thank you for being there for me,” you smiled back. “You’re the most caring man in the world.”

Rafe blushed, he wasn’t unused to your compliments, though he still got giddy when he remembered you truly did love him. He never thought he’d ever be called ‘caring’ or ‘thoughtful’, but here he was. Here he was, dancing on the beach with the love of his life.

“Marry me,” It wasn’t a question he had asked. This was a promise. This was a dream. You looked up at him, a shocked smile on your face.

“Really?” You asked.

“You need me to beg?” He joked and you laughed, pulling him in for a kiss. He would’ve begged.

I'll tell you something right now

I'd rather burn my whole life down

Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin'

I'll tell you something 'bout my good name

It's mine alone to disgrace

I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing

Wedding planning was amazing, though it brought up certain feelings of sadness for you, knowing your family wouldn’t be a part of it. You picked out your dress with Wheezie and Sarah and a couple of your friends. Your ‘something borrowed’ was from Sarah, a beautiful necklace with a heart locket. Your ‘something old’ would be from Ward, a watch Rafe’s mother used to wear.

There's a lot of people in town that I

Bestow upon my fakest smiles

Scandal does funny things to pride, but brings lovers closer

We came back when the heat died down

Went to my parents and they came around

All the wine moms are still holdin' out, but fuck 'em, it's over

After a few months of planning, the word got around and your parents showed up at your door, wanting to apologise and to be a part of your life again.

“Fuck,” Rafe breathed out as he closed the door behind your parents. “That was a complete 180.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled humorlessly. “What should I do?”

He wrapped his arms around you, his hands on your waist. “You should do what you want.”

You rolled your eyes and he smiled. “Helpful,” you sighed sarcastically.

“Seriously, if you want them at the wedding, have them at the wedding. If you want them in our life, have them in our life. It’s up to you baby,” he smiled, pressing kisses all over your face.

“I’ll think it over,” you whispered to him.

Now I'm dancin' in my dress in the sun and

Even my daddy just loves him

I'm his lady

And, oh, my God, you should see your faces

Time, doesn't it give some perspective?

And, no, you can't come to the wedding

I know it's crazy, but he's the one I want

You didn’t allow your parents at the wedding, but you let them back into your life. You were happy that they’d come around and were now supportive of you and Rafe, but you were also weary of how much they’d approve of.

You adored Rafe, Rafe adored you. All of the Outerbanks had their feelings about you two, and you let them. You didn’t care, you were happy. Happier than you’d ever been.

Screamin', "But, Daddy, I love him

I'm having his baby"

No, I'm not

But you should see your faces

But, oh, my God, you should see your faces

(He was chaos, he was revelry)

When both you and Rafe’s eyes landed on the tick of the pregnancy test, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be. He pulled you into his arms, celebration and excitement filling both of you.

You loved each other.

That was enough.

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miley1442111 · 2 days

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fresh out the slammer- a.hotchner

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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry lmao.

intended for fem reader!

summary: based off of fresh out the slammer by taylor swift

pairings: aaron hotchner x reader

warnings: sad ending, talk of falling out of love, aaron is still in love with Haley

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Now pretty baby, I'm running back home to you

Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

Fresh out the slammer, oh

Aaron unlocked the door to your shared home, one thought on his mind. Haley.

He missed her more than life itself. He missed being a family with Jack and her. He missed it all.

You were his girlfriend, you should’ve been on his mind. You had been there for him during his recent recovery after the stabbings with Foyet, you were working at all hours to try and find Foyet, you were always there for him. He loved you, truly.

But you weren't Haley.

Another summer takin' cover, rolling thunder

He don't understand me

Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter

He was with her in dreams

He lay beside you in your bed. You were already asleep, soft snores falling from your beautiful lips. A certain unease settled into Aaron’s body. He realised something slowly, and it led to a heavy sense of dread, shame, regret, and guilt.

He didn’t love you. He was still in love with Haley.

He thought of Haley everyday, every night. He wondered what she was doing, now that he didn’t know where she or Jack was.

Sleep evaded him that night.

Gray and blue and fights and tunnels

Handcuffed to the spell I was under

For just one hour of sunshine

Years of labor, locks, and ceilings

In the shade of how he was feeling

But it's gonna be alright, I did my time

Weeks passed and Aaron became more and more distant. He cancelled dates, came home late, he was reckless at work.

You felt hopeless. You knew something was wrong, but you couldn’t figure out what. You decided to confront him, staying up late enough to catch him.

“Aaron, what’s going on?” You asked as he walked into your shared bedroom. He stared at you for a moment, then sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Nothing,” he lied.

“Aaron, I’m a profiler too. Tell me.”

He felt conflicted. He liked you, a lot. He’d been dating you for a year. He’d thought he was over Haley, he was wrong. “I’m not in love with you anymore, I’m not sure I ever was.”

Your heart broke, but you swallowed it back. “Ok,” you whispered and got up, grabbing your go-bag and walking out. Aaron didn’t chase you. He didn’t want to.

You got into your car and let yourself break down. He never loved you. He was still in love with Haley. You were just a placeholder for her.

You went to Penelope’s place, knowing she’d be there for you. She let you in immediately and comforted you to sleep.

Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you

Frеsh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

(Frеsh out the slammer, oh)

Haley was dead. You felt devastated for Aaron and Jack, not enough to speak to him though. You attended the funeral, you stood beside the rest of the team, then went straight to Strauss. You handed in you badge and gun, leaving the BAU behind. You cut everyone off, blocking their numbers, moving house, taking up a job in the CIA instead.

Aaron had officially lost you. In the weeks of your breakup, he’d realised how wrong he was, that he had loved you, that he was in love with you.

Camera flashes, welcome bashes, get the matches

Toss the ashes off the ledge

As I said in my letters, now that I know better

I will never lose my baby again

He spent weeks trying to find you, finding nothing. You’d asked one of your new colleagues to essentially wipe your existence off the face of the earth. You changed your name, you changed.

He’d made Penelope look for you for months, he went to your family as a last result.

“You want to know where Y/n is?” Your father asked. “We thought you’d know.”

His heart stopped. You were missing.

He got the team on it immediately, until Strauss called him in.

“Aaron, Y/n Y/l/n is not missing. She’s been reassigned,” she explained.

“Why can’t we find her then! All of her accounts were drained and closed, her family don’t know where she is, and she left the BAU!” He demanded.

“She was reassigned Aaron, that’s the end of it.”

He was helpless. You were gone.

My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it

Watch me daily disappearing

For just one glimpse of his smile

All those nights, he kept me goin'

Swirled you into all of my poems

Now we're at the starting line, I did my time

He took a leave of absence from the BAU for a month, deciding to try and find you on his own. He looked through everything on you, tried to remember details you’d told him, but he came up with nothing.

Until he saw you on a case.

Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin'

To the house where you still wait up and that porch light gleams (Gleams)

To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams

And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway

Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake here

At the park where we used to sit on children's swings

Wearing imaginary rings

You were a CIA agent, you were happy the way you were. You’d found a husband in the 2 years since you’d left the BAU. He loved you and adored you like you were supposed to be adored. He was a childhood best friend, one you’d had a crush on as a child. Aaron walked into the CIA building and saw you with your hand in his. His world crumbled for the third time in his life.

You had found someone else. You shot him and the entire team a small, knowing smile, and assisted them on their case.

“We thought you’d died,” Derek admitted as you were all cleaning up the conference room they were using as an office.

“Well technically Y/n died, I’m Y/n/n now. Y/n/n Scott,” You smiled, showing off your wedding ring and smiling at your husband, the other CIA agent that was helping with the investigation. Aaron’s stomach turned. At least you were happy.

But it's gonna be alright, I did my time

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