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Don't Cry, Baby | College AU | Chapter 2

Paring: Rafe Cameron X Reader

Summary: Growing up in a sheltered family, safe and secure amongst people you could trust was, according to you, heaven, despite how some tend to doubt its consequences. But you did not expect your safe bubble to pop so suddenly when you entered college - the atmosphere so dazzlingly stark, that it was proving to be a difficult challenge to navigate around. Especially when one of the students gets painfully curious about the new girl.

Warnings: Talks about sex, swearing, drugs, possible smut. slowburn (ig ???) Song rec: Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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"You'll be okay if I leave you for a bit, yeah? Little princess won't get too scared?" 

"No." 

I had given up on my attempts to get Rafe to quit his tone a long time ago, bitterly realising that there was no point. Rafe knew that too, and so I had to face his smirk one more time before he entered the house, almost immediately disappearing into the packed crowd that I could only get a gist of through the french windows. A second later, a wave of cheers erupted from inside, and I imagined Rafe standing at the centre of it, playing the party like it was his personal guitar. 

His stubbornness was truly a force to be reckoned with, and glad I didn't have to experience it again till the end of the night, I, too, pushed open the door and joined the masses. 

Ruby didn't live in the college dormitories like most of us, but I didn't expect her abode to be, well, practically a mansion. The three-story building sat in a prime location right beside a beautiful view of the beach, and I seriously debated just strolling by the pretty shores after finding out that this was not the kind of party I assumed it to be. Credit for that idea can be given to the stench of alcohol suffocating the atmosphere and the dress-code-breaking outfits people were wearing. Or, more accurately, not wearing. Men were shirtless, women were barely covered by tiny pieces of cloth, and my cheeks were blazing hot upon being forced to witness such a mass display of skin. 

I was somewhat grateful that Rafe had convinced me to drop the blue frock in favour of the one currently hanging on my body because I would have looked like a literal child if I hadn't already. Perhaps he knew how intense the party was going to be, and this was his way of giving a heads-up. 

As I walked tentatively, my hands held a small gift bag, an even smaller box resting inside it, covered with gorgeous wrapping paper and topped with a perfect bow- technique I had mastered through years of gifting experience with friends. I also got to use my calligraphy skills; stapled to the bag was a little note card containing handwritten birthday wishes carefully written in ink. 

Back in his truck, Rafe had stared and scoffed when he noticed me hugging the bag close to my chest as we drove, throwing one of his comments that I didn't bother remembering. But I didn't let it deter me. Who doesn't appreciate a well-wrapped gift? 

My excitement was boundless when the necklace had arrived last night in all its intricate glory. Just in time, too. There weren't any good jewellery stores on the island, so instead, I rang up my mum to buy one back at home from a trusted store I regularly visited. As I walked deeper into the fiesta, I was giddy hoping Ruby would like what I chose for her. 

But she was nowhere to be seen. 

Music boomed from the speakers set up in one corner of the house, but the way it echoed created the impression of it hitting me from all directions. Chatter and conversation accompanied the explicit songs, and I noticed a group of people on the far right dancing to the catchy beats. Finding a cosy position against a wall near the kitchen, I watched them move mindlessly with a hint of a smile despite being slightly dizzy by the sensory overload. The yellow lighting was beautiful, though, and reminded me of home, a place I missed more and more with time. 

As I bobbed my head subtly to the pop music in the background (more like foreground), quickly looking away when a couple on the dance floor got a little too handsy, my gaze settled on a weird sight. Between the shadowy, sweaty crowds, a pair of girls stood, their mouths moving obnoxiously as if whisper-shouting to each other. I didn't pay them much mind. But then their gazes—so intense, they felt piercing—landed on me, and I tensed. 

They got closer. 

Pivoting to my right, I tried to change positions, but a guy with a muscular build bumped into me, and I recoiled, clutching my shoulder in pain- the same one Rafe's fingers had dug into. 

"Ow…" 

"Hey, you! You okay?" It was the tallest of the two girls, now merely a couple feet away from me. I nodded hesitantly, looking between their faces. The other girl smiled and reached out to take my hand, but I resisted. "We're not gonna hurt you, bunny." 

Bunny? My eyebrows furrowed. Was that the impression I gave to people? A pathetic, stupid, little animal that runs away as soon as you approach it? Well… that was exactly what I was about to do….

"I'm Jenny Marlow," said the tall one, tightening her long bleach-blonde ponytail. Jenny had a very sharp-edged look to her—angular jaw, deep-set eyes, pointy eyebrows—and I got the feeling that she didn't really like me. Gesturing to the brunette beside her, she then introduced. "This is Margo. We're Ruby's close friends." 

I returned my name. 

"Ooo pretty," Said Margo, but Jenny didn't comment, still staring straight at me. It was not a comfortable feeling, being subject to her cold gaze, something I couldn't help but compare to Rafe's. At least his had life behind them. 

I still hadn't understood their intentions, so remained quiet; a good enough hint, I hoped, for them to reveal them. 

"You looked lonely." Jenny stated blankly, "So we wanted to invite you back to our table." 

I was about to reject the offer, but then she mentioned that Ruby will be joining them soon. 

"Where is she, by the way?" Margo asked Jenny, taking the words right out of my mouth. 

"Still getting ready upstairs. Go fetch her; I'll take the little bunny over here to the others." Oh, so the nickname's gonna stick. Wonderful. 

"But—" 

Jenny glared at her. 

"Fine."  

"Let's go." Jenny grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her as she began walking, confidently striding through the masses, the clicking of her heels audible despite the noise. Her grip was tight—fingers sure to bruise my skin—and her pull was demanding, to the level that I found it hard to stop tripping over nothing. At one point, my gift bag dropped onto the floor, and I bent over to pick it up, tugging at Jenny's hand to signal a stop. 

She turned around, her eyebrows knitted with distasteful animosity, and when I stood back straight, I couldn't help but ask nervously, "Why are you being so harsh?" 

"You brought her a gift?" She said instead, sneering at the sparkly bag and ignoring my question. She chuckled. "Did you get her a pack of crayons? How cute. You do know she can afford everything, right?" 

For a second, I really believed everyone in this place was living in a different universe. In the bag was a birthday gift– what was so wrong with a birthday gift?! Should I have just shown up with nothing?! 

"Look at this, guys." Jenny snatched the bag from my hands when we reached a couch, large and semi-circle in shape, jiggling it mockingly away from my grasp. Bottles of alcohol littered the table in front of it—some half-filled, most empty—and food was messily strewn about. At least six people were lounging around it, and, drawn to Jenny's voice, they paused their conversation to scrutinise me, their collective gaze a silent judgement. "This girly over here wrapped this little present all by herself— oh, and what does this say?" She spotted the handwritten card, "'Happy Birthday Ruby! Hope you have a great time turning 20'." The pitch of her voice rose, I assumed, to mimic my own. But that wasn't even how I sounded. 

A smattering of weak chuckles erupted from the table, a few aws, and I loathed both. 

The thumping of my heart sped up as a sudden wave of sadness washed over me, aligning itself with the pounding beats of the music. The thought that maybe I indeed was out of place—a bunny amongst- amongst… wolves—was frightening. Nothing had ever made me feel this way before. Back at home, no one would even dare to try. 

A deep voice cut through the atmosphere. Deep and commanding, somewhat soothing to the ear. 

"Leave her alone, Jen." It said, and silence fell. 

Grateful at the intervention, I gave the mystery man a quiver of a smile, his dark features draped in a shadow, and retrieved my bag, passing Jenny an unfriendly look instead. Without a single glance my way, she seated herself on the couch, and I followed suit, trying to convince myself that I could put up with this for one night. Everything would go back to normal in the morning when my lectures began.

"More importantly," Started another girl, bringing me out of my wandering thoughts. Sunglasses hanging precariously on the tip of her nose, she waved her palm back and forth as if that would entirely dissipate the established tension, continuing, "Do tell us why we saw you standing on the porch with Rafe motherfucking Cameron by your side."  

The silence this time around was merely a poor imitation of suspense. She had delivered the sentence as if it was supposed to hit a nerve, and surveying the curiosity on everyone's faces (even Jenny's), I couldn't understand why they were so fixated on Rafe's presence. Nor did I know why people liked him. Surely, they witnessed the same kind of behaviour that I did. Nevertheless, I fed them an answer. 

"His dorm room is next to mine. I asked him for a ride." 

"You asked Rafe for a ride?" Jenny scoffed, looking me up and down. I could recognise a bitter edge to her tone. "And he gave you one?" 

I parted my lips, thinking of a way to reply, but thankfully, something else took up the table's attention before I had to, the silence bursting into a chorus of cheers. I clutched the gift bag close to myself. 

"I'm selling 2 for 50, dickheads."

"Don't sell cocaine on my fucking birthday, Rafe!" 

In tow with the dialogue entered the birthday girl herself, Rafe's arm draped across her shoulder as they staggered towards us. When Ruby's appearance became clearer, I found myself doing a double take.

Ruby was just so…. objectively, gorgeous. Cherry-red tinted lips, flawless makeup, dark hair cascading down her pale complexion. All tied together in her birthday special: a wine-red silk dress—

Wait, my eyes widened, cocaine? 

My gaze snapped to the tall man hanging all over her, only to notice the hint of a subtle mess in Rafe's appearance. His blue eyes were blown out, his forehead glistened with sweat, and his hair was no longer in place, strands of it haphazardly falling over his eyebrows instead. No way…. 

"If it isn't Kildare king and queen!" Said the mystery man sarcastically, who had quickly introduced himself to me as Ryan when I sat down. 

"Or more like boyfriend and girlfriend?" Suggested the sunglasses lady and Rafe laughed, tugging Ruby closer into his chest, who giggled affectionately. 

"Shut the fuck up." 

I shifted my attention to Ruby when she addressed me, quickly moving on from the gnawing revelation that Rafe had done what he told me he would. And his concerning alleged drug intake. I did not have any reason to care, and so I wouldn't. 

"I'm so glad you came!" 

I passed her a shy smile, still not over her kind demeanour that was so contrasting to everyone else's. "Happy birthday, Ruby." 

Upon following Ruby's gaze, Rafe found himself connecting his eyes with me. He grunted with a twitch of his eyelid. "There you are."

Choking on a random—unsanitised, I added in my head—drink from the wooden surface, he squeezed through the multitude of folded legs and the edge of the table, skipping the empty space beside Jenny (whose first ever friendly smile morphed into a frown) and collapsed beside me, manspreading into my personal space. Ruby had no option but to awkwardly follow him from the other end. I sighed. 

"You both know each other?" Ruby questioned as she adjusted her dress, a slight disbelief in her voice, and I returned a dismissive yes, hating being asked variations of the same question over and over again. I was pleased that Rafe didn't bother adding to my response, engaged in… staring… at my… shoulder? Perplexed, I tilted my head down to see the small, flowy sleeve of my dress sliding off my skin. I hastily pulled it back up, sparing Rafe a wary glance. 

As I passed Ruby the gift bag, I hoped for the excitement I harboured from earlier to return and brighten me up again.

"Oh, you didn't have to!" 

I waved her off silently, observing Rafe fall back into a lazy grin as he watched Ruby read the card to herself, a flash of recognition sparking in his eyes. Unwrapping his arm from Ruby's waist, he toyed with a colourful piece of tissue I had filled up the bag with, and intensely focused on Ruby's reaction to the necklace, I jolted in my seat when he threw it in my face.  

"This is so pretty!"

Ruby's comment of appreciation whizzed right past my head, lost in a one-sided glaring competition with Rafe as he donned an exaggerated smirk, clearly under the influence of something. Let me enjoy the stupid moment, god!

"I'm glad you like it."

When all the girls on the table gave nods of approval too, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the jewellery, I emulated a whimsical grin, bashful at their appraisal. At Least I could win their acceptance in some way. And surprise, surprise! It all went crashing down when Rafe chuckled disparagingly, at the gift itself or at my reaction, I didn't know. 

Ruby smacked him in the chest, "You didn't even give me a gift, moron." 

"Oh, you want a gift?" He raised his eyebrows, eyes glinting, pivoting his neck that was angled towards me to face Ruby, "Follow me upstairs, and I'll give you the biggest fucking gift of your life."  

"Yeah?" Ruby's pale cheeks went red, her eyelashes fluttering. I caught Ryan's eyes from across the table, communicating my confusion, but he merely smiled. What was happening? 

"Yeah– baby." My eyes snapped to him, and at his clenching jaw, I could tell he felt my gaze. For some reason, it was odd to hear him use the pet name with someone else and in a manner that wasn't belittling. It made my annoyance at it seem insignificant, silly, because it didn't matter much anyway. 

"Get a room. Jesus." 

"Let's play spin the bottle. Maybe that'll be a good outlet for this." Added the sunglasses lady smugly.   

"Don't tell me it's gonna be crazy like last time." Ruby said, sounding disapproving from the outside, but I could sense a certain anticipation from her. She was still looking at Rafe intently, but he had already moved on. 

"Oh, you betcha." Said man tensed beside me. "Everyone's in, right?" 

Agreeing nods followed. 

"What about you, bunny?" Jenny said, sliding into the conversation after an extended period of silence. And— was I dreaming, or was that a genuine smile? 

"Uh–Sure, yeah." I smiled toothily. The game was the last thing on my mind as I replied to her, more fixated on the fact that she may be starting to like me. I didn't want to have to put up with her unsolicited hatred. 

Rafe chuckled nervously, a gritty laugh that lacked any humour. He rubbed his nose before bending down, face close to my neck, lips brushing my ear. "… it's not the kind of spin the bottle you probably think it is, princess."

"I don't care." 

He grunted. I moved away. He followed. "It's the cock-sucking kind." 

I drew a sharp breath. What did that even mean? 

"Wha— I- I don't care." 

"Oh really?" He turned his body fully towards me this time, leaning forward and getting closer to my face, prompting me to recall a similar image from a couple hours ago. Even though there were people around, my shoulders stiffened, his proximity forcing me to put my eyes right on him despite trying to avert them. "So that whining baby back in your dorm was your twin?" 

I didn't deny it. But I had to just stay calm. Just stay calm. 

"You know…" His voice fell by an octave. "I can just tell them that you're a virgin, and they'll immediately stop if you're uncomfortable. I know sex is so scary to you." Rafe's tone somehow managed to merge concern with condescension, but the latter trumped in my head. It didn't make sense for him to show concern.   

He opened his mouth, going to do exactly what his words suggested, and I grabbed his wrist in a panic, desperation hopefully obvious in my eyes (the tears, not so much). Ryan seemed to like me, Jenny just smiled at me; things were going good. I was slowly blending in with the group, and his announcement would ruin it- it would ruin it all. Like Rafe said. I wasn't ready for that. 

"Rafe, please. Don't."

"You're begging now?" He whispered, looking down at where my fingers wrapped right below his intimidatingly larger palm. 

"If I have to," I whispered back genuinely, and he smirked, a deep chuckle escaping him. My head gently swayed side to side, so utterly baffled at his reaction. "Do you have something against me?" 

"You're adorable." 

I gritted my teeth, fighting off tears. Don't cry. Don't make it worse. 

"Stop this. Just answer my question straight. You wouldn't be treating me this way if you didn't." 

"I'm just teasing you, princess." 

"Don't. Let me play this stupid game. Let me be normal—" 

"Bunny and Ryan, eh?" 

What? 

Jenny's voice, coupled with a chorus of unenthusiastic 'ooo's, broke us out of our bubble of back and forths, and when I dragged my gaze away from Rafe, sweeping it towards the crowd that I had forgotten about for a good minute, I saw the head of a glass bottle waver tauntingly. It was pointed towards me. 

"I dare you," 'Pleased' couldn't even begin to describe the look on Jenny's face, "To suck off Ryan." 

"...." 

Rafe's gaze pierced into my profile. My mind blanked.  

"Maybe don't scare her off, Jenny." Ryan attempted to interject, sensing the tension. Scare me off—I wanted to cry so badly—like a little bunny. 

"Ry, we don't play easy here. You know that." 

"You really don't have to, y'know— 

"Does everybody do it?" My voice was small. 

"Of course they do, they're not pussies." 

Staring straight ahead, I stood up, and they all looked at me. Me and my ill-fitting clothes. 

"Then I'll do it." 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, you're gonna do it?" Rafe suddenly blurted, sitting up in his seat. There was a newfound surprise on his face as if coming out of a trance. As if not expecting me to ever comply. 

"Do you even know how?" He spat. 

I shook my head no. 

"Then what the fuck do you think you're doing? Don't fucking go." Rafe was being anything but subtle now, and I couldn't bear the awkward looks we were getting. He held onto my wrist, right where Jenny had put her mark, and I hissed. 

"Rafe? Why are you acting so weirdly? You've never had a problem with the game before."

"Babe, what's going on….?" 

Rafe didn't acknowledge Jenny or Ruby, and I didn't acknowledge him. 

I snatched my hand away from Rafe, albeit with resistance from both ends. I stood beside Ryan as he got up too, a little confused, a little eager. He led me through the crowd in the hunt for an empty room, placing a hand on my lower waist. I flinched. He hovered his hand instead. 

Ryan was saying something, but I could barely focus. 

"It's probably just the cocaine." Were the last words that reached me from the group before the loud music, louder when you were in the middle of the party, took over.  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

A/N: idk whats going on anymore. but who cares. Once again, feel free to comment your thoughts! Taglist: @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @angelofcigs

Don't Cry, Baby | College AU | Chapter 1

Paring: Rafe Cameron X Reader

Summary: Growing up in a sheltered family, safe and secure amongst people you could trust was, according to you, heaven, despite how some tend to doubt its consequences. But you did not expect your safe bubble to pop so suddenly when you entered college - the atmosphere so dazzlingly stark, that it was proving to be a difficult challenge to navigate around. Especially when one of the students gets painfully curious about the new girl.

Warnings: Talks about sex, swearing, drugs, possible smut.

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"So you've never had sex." 

My jaw hung open at his bluntness, eyes gauging him from my position on the rough bed as I looked up at his tall frame. I quickly shook away my telling expression, however, loosening the grip on my ankles; the surprise I felt was immense but Rafe didn't have to know that. 

How the conversation slid its way onto the topic of sex wasn't clear to me. I suppose Rafe was the first to impose the subject, something about Kelce and his new girlfriend, but then the questions were being thrown at me, while I unsuspectingly debated which outfit to wear, my limited selection sprawled across my bed. 

My attempts to answer them euphemistically, I had to admit, were a bit suspicious, and it was no time before Rafe began to catch on to the implications of my tone. Now that the truth was out in the open, something shifted in his eyes, and his speech transformed entirely. I had only known Rafe for a few days, having met him in the hallway of our dorms, but he was never so daring in our increasingly longer interactions, nor so friendly like he was and continued to be in our current one. 

I certainly did not expect us to get close enough to talk about sex (something I had only shyly whispered about with girl friends in high school) but everything in this new college environment was taking me aback—especially their…. openness, I guess, was the appropriate word. I was also familiar with their weird fascination with virgins, which is why…..

Shrugging in false casualty, I squeaked out uneasily, "Yes." 

Rafe paced up and down my humble room, his body comically large in its small confines, and looked at me with narrowed eyes, hand running through his blonde hair that shone alluringly under the window's sunlight. Even though he tried his hardest not to show it, behind his look of suspicion, I could sense a whole lot of amusement. And the smirk gracing his lips when I interrupted his attempt to speak just made it plain obvious.  

"You promised." I warned, referring to his words that assured me of no mockery after I answered his question, or rather, observation. 

"I wasn't gonna tease." 

I scoffed, disbelieving. "You were!" 

"No, actually. I was simply going to ask," He paused, building up the tension that only I was feeling, as he walked closer to where I sat on the bed. With a mischievous grin, he continued, "if you'd ever watched porn." 

"Why are we having this conversation again?" I groaned, falling back on the bed. The evening was visibly disappearing behind the window, and instead of heading out for a friend's birthday party, as we were supposed to, I was stuck in my dorm with Rafe for some reason. I didn't even remember why he was in here in the first place instead of getting ready too. Just a comment about how he 'didn't need to'.  

"Answer the question." 

"Can't we do this after Ruby's party?" My words came out whiny and childish, and I mentally slapped myself for acting like this in front of a practical stranger and so hurriedly sat up straight. Ruby was another friend I made, our meeting occurring at the end of my first ever lecture. Approaching me with a dazzling smile, she was sensitive enough to my anxiety and bought me a cup of coffee, in her own words, as a peace treaty. A few days later, an e-invite to her birthday was sitting in my unread messages. Gazing at Rafe's uncharacteristically curious face, I was reminded of something he had said earlier when I asked him for a ride to the party to which he apparently was also invited. "Weren't you gonna ask her out?" 

"What?" 

"Ruby. You said you were gonna ask her out." I quickly checked the clock on my bedside table for the time and hustled out of bed with a gasp, mind half on settling with a dress choice and half on the memory of Rafe leaning against his doorframe a few hours ago, chest puffed out, and voice breezy as he announced his intentions to woo Ruby. It felt odd in the moment but then led to an uncomfortable train of thought that if Rafe, who had been established as The Man on campus by everyone I talked to, was interested in Ruby, then she must have been The Woman of the campus. The queen bee, if you will. The uncomfortable factor lent itself to my ultimate insignificance in the grand scheme of things, but that was a heavy topic to uncover. 

Rafe remained silent for a bit, seemingly just as contemplative as I was, blankly watching me run around the room as I struggled to assemble a pretty outfit. I was confused about how Rafe, a guy who always looks like he has somewhere more important to be, could stand so stubbornly in my dorm, of all things. There was something off about that image. 

I heard him draw a sharp breath before repeating, "Have you or have you not watched porn?" 

Baffled at his ignorance, I gave him the harshest look I could muster, but it ended up infused with hesitance. His lips curled into that familiar, teasing smirk he had begun to give me these days when I passed him on my way to lectures, saw him at restaurants, or, most commonly, bumped into him in the dormitory hallways. My friendly wave was only ever reciprocated through a smirk or a grin, his friends chuckling mockingly at my small display. But none was as cunning as it was today, as he eagerly dug to learn more intimate details about my life.  

"Rafe, seriously, Is-it-really-that-big-of-a-deal-if-I-haven't? And can you stop pacing? It's making me anxious..."

He did stop, but I didn't think it was because I said so.  

"No… fucking way. Are you kidding?" 

"See, this is why I don't say this sort of stuff! Because you- all of you react like this!" Having been done with this interaction, I walked over to the attached bathroom, a random blue outfit in my hands.  

Behind me, I could still sense Rafe drenched in confusion. I turned on the bedside lamp. 

"But…. why?" 

"'Why' what?" 

"You haven't fucked anyone, you haven't watched porn, and you flinch at the topic of it as if it physically fucking hurts you…. You're not a prude, are you?" He spit the word like it was poison, and my head snapped to him, feeling a rush of offence flow through me, even though the label might have been accurate. I did not appreciate the connotations it held. "I don't think I've ever heard you swear either." 

Overwhelmed at his examination, my breathing quickened. Why did he say all of it like it was a bad thing? Was it a bad thing? 

My eyes unconsciously trained onto Rafe's lips when he stepped forward; they were a striking shade of pink, complementary to his blue eyes, as they moved, forming condescending strings of words that went through one ear and out the other. I couldn't get myself to focus when put under his bright flashlight, and I began to wonder if this was really how friends spoke to each other in this place. 

"Get out." 

He looked pleasantly surprised at the authority in my tone. To be honest, I was surprised too. "You're telling me to 'get out'?" 

Sparing him an apprehensive glance, I repeated. "G-get out." 

When silence followed, I thought he'd finally listen to me for the first time in his life. But then a hand placed itself on my bare shoulder, and I shuddered, attempting to shrug it off immediately. He didn't budge, firmly digging his fingers into my skin as he looked down on me. I persisted in my struggle to escape his grasp. 

"Stop moving. Why are you acting like a brat all of a sudden, hm?" 

I slowly tilted my head to look at him, my short-lived resolve crumbling at the intensity of his close proximity and eyes embarrassingly growing moist at his comments. Thankfully, Rafe didn't notice. 

"I-i'm not." 

Under the dim lighting, he reached behind me with his long arm towards the bed, the collar of his polo shirt brushing against my skin. I was practically trapped between him and the bed and looked sideways at the window instead, trying to control my discomfort. When he returned from his excursion, I saw him fingering the fabric of a white dress I purposefully chose to ignore earlier—the material a little too sheer for my liking, a little too thin. But it seemed to have caught Rafe's attention because he pushed it into my chest and snatched away the one in my hands. 

"Wear that one and meet me downstairs." 

"...I don't want to wear it, though." 

"Did I ask?" He said, annoyed, waving his arm at my small room, my mess of an outfit, my behaviour. When he put distance between us by taking two large backward steps, I thought he was finally leaving. And he did. For a second. Before I could wipe my glistening eyes, Rafe popped his head back through the door. "Also, a 19 year old who hasn't watched porn is rare as fuck." He nodded as if telling a universal truth. "Sure, there are plenty of virgins on campus, but no porn?" He whistled mockingly, and I wished he left me alone already, biting back words that I knew would worsen the situation. "That's a whole new league. Consider yourself lucky you've told me first, ‘cause people are gonna mess with you." 

"And you aren't?" 

Rafe chuckled, but I continued.

"...Sex—" I looked away, feeling the need to defend myself. "Sex is… scary, okay?" 

Rafe couldn't have looked more amused. 

"What did you just say?" He re-entered the room, pushing fallen strands of his hair back into its slick style, and I sighed. I just drew him back in.  

"Forget it." 

"Aw," He laughed boisterously, and I shook, startled at the low edge to his chuckles. He was enjoying this (?). "Does the idea of a good fuck scare you? Such a poor little girl…" 

I was mortified. How was this the same person I was talking to a couple hours ago? "Stop it." 

"Have you ever even seen a cock in your life?" His palm slid down to his shorts, and assuming—quite understandably, I would think—that it was to demonstrate his question, I covered my eyes with my palms, letting out a flustered 'Ah!'. 

"Oh my fucking god."

If I thought he was chuckling earlier, he was dying of laughter when I opened my eyes—hand clutching his stomach and everything. It turns out he was merely adjusting his shorts, but he didn't bother clarifying the unsaid question, preferring the alternative. It was infuriating. But I didn't understand how to let him know that when my very existence seemed to have become a piece of entertainment to him. 

"Okay, I've had enough of you." The sun was falling lower and lower out the window, the room darker and darker; I was clearly going to be late to the party and lose one of the only kind people I had met here— all because of Rafe- a name that was starting to sound more rough in my head, the 'r' more sinister. "Just get out of here and take me to the goddamn party. Or I'll just ask someone else." 

"Whoa, calm down baby." He replied, only barely recovering from his fit. 

"Don't talk like that." 

"Like what? Call you 'baby'? Do you prefer 'princess'? Little baby princess that can't handle a little dick-talk?" Rafe grinned wolfishly. "And who are you gonna ask anyway? You're not exactly flooded with options. Ruby is at the party, that small girl- what's her name- Maria something, I bet she isn't even invited— and oh my god, I'd rather kill myself than let you ask that new friend of yours. Heyward."  

His detailed knowledge of my only acquaintances was disturbing, but that feeling was suppressed by the fact that he was right. I didn't even have Pope's number. God, this man had just dropped too many things at once, and I needed to get myself alone if I wanted to form a single sensible thought. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to follow an impulse for the first time, a bold one too. 

I, uh, pushed Rafe out of my room and slammed the door in his face. 

"Hey!" He banged his fist on the wood. 

I said nothing. 

"....Be down in two. I'm gonna leave you here if you're any later!" I wanted to scream in his face that he was the reason why we were late, but I remained silent. "bitch." 

I knew he was only saying it to rile me up, but nevertheless, I wiped the tear that threatened to roll down my cheek, undressing to put on the dress Rafe chose. It was my sister's, one that she threw in my luggage as a joke. A mockery of what could be because she knew I would never wear it. 

I traced the shimmering jewels on its surface and scoffed. When I exited the room and locked it, I thought of my sister's disbelief if she was here, watching me walk out into public, uncomfortable in white.  

I quickly hurried down the staircase but stopped in my tracks when I saw Rafe conversing with a small portion of his usually massive friend group, the rest having already left for the party. 

Rafe hadn't changed except for a cap resting backwards on his head. Beside him, I recognised Topper and Kelce, but there were a few other guys that looked unfamiliar. A couple of girls huddled by him too, dressed in cute outfits, lips covered in pretty lip gloss, and hair done perfectly. 

Jealousy was a feeling I had harboured way too much during high school and I had vowed to quit that habit in college but as I walked towards Rafe, face slightly ducked down, I was ashamed that jealous was exactly what I was, insecure about my ill-fitting clothes, my highly fluctuating emotional state. Something that was sure to be a bother to everyone around me, if it bothered Rafe. 

It was perhaps stupid of me that I was still allowing said man to take me to the party despite his invasive behaviour from earlier, but it would be worse if I took back my request, surely sounding like an absolute coward who couldn't handle a little intensity. And this place was all about intensity, excess. 

When I reached the crowd, a silence fell over the atmosphere, and I cringed. Rafe glanced at me fleetingly before sharing loud, obnoxious goodbyes with his friends, who were subjecting him to questioning looks regarding my presence. But I hadn't noticed his second glance, which stayed on me comparatively longer. 

"C'mon, baby." 

Not wanting to embarrass myself further, I didn't reprimand him for his choice of nickname and hopped into his massive truck standing still under the young night.  Chapter 2

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ A/N: Editing this mess made me realise that I am an overthinker to such a degree that its seeping into every character I write. LIKE THIS WOMAN IS SWITCHING THOUGHTS EVERY TWO SECONDS. Anyways, do comment your thoughts! And any direction you would like this series to go (cuz i dont have a plan YIKES).

Drop in the Ocean

pairing rafe cameron x ex!reader

summary after losing the only person who ever made him feel whole, rafe is left haunted by memories of a love that slipped through his fingers

content angst

You were always the softest part of his world—the calm in the chaos, the voice that steadied his shaking hands.

And still, he lost you.

You left with quiet goodbyes and teary eyes, saying you couldn’t keep patching up someone who didn’t want to be saved.

But Rafe wanted to be saved. He just didn’t know how to ask.

Now he drives past the places where you used to meet: the dock at golden hour, the backroads after midnight, the shore where you swore you’d always find your way back to each other.

And he wonders if you still think of him.

If the sound of the waves still brings him to mind. If the way he held you—tightly, desperately—still lingers on your skin.

“A drop in the ocean,” you once whispered, fingers laced in his, “That’s what we are. Something small, but still… enough to matter.”

He remembers that more than anything.

And even though you’re gone, miles away, maybe even loving someone else—he still swears he feels you in the silence. In the sea. In the parts of himself he can’t put back together.

Because Rafe Cameron has done a thousand terrible things.

But loving you was the only thing that ever made him feel human.

Cinnamon Girl

pairing rafe cameron x reader

summary the danger of believing you can fix them

content angst, toxic relationships, implied substance use, emotional manipulation mental health struggles

You weren't supposed to love him. Not someone like him.

Rafe was all sharp edges and gasoline, the kind of boy your mother warned you about, all golden skin and devil-may-care smirks.

But there was something in his eyes when he looked at you like the chaos quieted for a moment.

Like he needed you to need him.

You met him on a stormy night at a beach bonfire, music blaring, the flames crackling just as loud as the tension between you two. You were wrapped in your oversized cardigan, sipping cheap wine from a solo cup.

He stood next to you, all cocky energy and restless hands, trying too hard to pretend he didn't care.

But then he asked your name.

And said it like it meant something.

"If you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did..."

Late nights in his truck, parked near the cliffs, became your sanctuary.

“If you hold me without hurting me, you’ll be the first who ever did…”

He'd play Lana Del Rey from his phone like he wasn't the type, like he didn't know exactly what her voice did to your heart.

You sat in the passenger seat, legs pulled to your chest, watching the waves below, feeling the weight of everything unsaid.

He'd brush your hair out of your face, call you his "cinnamon girl," soft like a secret, then kiss you like he was trying to memorize the taste of something he didn't think he deserved.

But Rafe was still Rafe. Your Rafe.

The temper, the jealousy, the deep-seated self destruction. They never disappeared. You saw it all. The fights, the bruised knuckles, the recklessness.

And still, you stayed.

Because when the world was quiet, and it was just the two of you. Hearts beating like thunder in your chests, you knew he loved you in the only way he knew how.

Messy. Raw. Real.

You weren't sure if it was love or just the ache of it.

But he made you feel like the center of a hurricane and for now, that was enough.

Moonlight

pairing rafe cameron x touron!reader

summary an unpredictable local who was never meant to be more than a fling, but suddenly feels like the one thing worth staying for.

content mild sexual themes, substance use, angst/fluff

(inspired by moonlight-chase atlantic)

You weren’t supposed to stay long.

Just a few weeks in the Outer Banks, sunburnt days, ocean-soaked hair, and the kind of nights meant for forgetting.

But then you met him.

Rafe Cameron: the local with danger in his smile and blood on his knuckles. Everyone told you not to get involved. And that just made you want him more.

“You’re not from here,” he said that first night, leaning against your rented Jeep like he’d already claimed it. Claimed you.

“No,” you answered. “Is that a problem?”

He grinned. “Only if you make it one.”

You danced under neon lights and kissed in back alleys. He showed you places the tour books never mentioned,places the locals feared. You never asked what he was running from, and he never asked how long you were staying.

Because under the moonlight, none of that mattered.

He looked at you like you were a secret he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about. You looked at him like you were already trying to memorize his face for when it was gone.

“This doesn’t feel real,” you whispered once, tangled in his arms, salt on your lips.

“It’s not,” he said. “But I want it to be.”

And maybe it was the way he said it, or the way his hand gripped yours like you were his last lifeline,but in that moment, you wanted it too.

The clock was ticking. Summer would end. You’d leave. He’d stay.

But for now, the moonlight was yours.

And so was he.

Hi, I love your stories! I think they're super cute, and I love the way you write! I'd like to recommend you a story I recently read by Rafe x Pogue!reader and I hope you like it too <3 https://www.tumblr.com/mariclerc/783125828019060736/lost-in-figure-eight-rafe-cameron?source=share

thx for the recommendation. i really enjoyed reading this.

Burn for you

pairing bestfriend! rafe cameron x reader

summary Rafe watches the girl he loves suffer in silence through an abusive relationship, torn apart by helplessness and the fire building inside him to protect her at any cost.

content angst, domestic abuse, bruises

She showed up to my house again with makeup too perfect and sleeves too long.

I knew what that meant.

And I hated him for it. I hated myself more for letting her go back every time.

She smiled like nothing was wrong. Like I didn’t notice the way her voice shook when she said, “It’s not that bad today.”

But I saw it. I always saw it.

“Did he do it again?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Calm. I wasn’t good at calm.

She hesitated. That told me everything.

“I’m fine, Rafe,” she said. “Don’t do that thing where you get all protective.”

Too late, sweetheart. I was already ready to burn down everything for her.

“I swear to God, if he touches you again—”

“You’ll what?” she said gently, cutting me off. “Start a war?”

“I’ll end one.”

She sighed and sat beside me on the porch, her head resting on my shoulder like she always did. My jaw clenched. Her skin was warm. Fragile.

And all I could think was: She deserves better. She deserves me.

But I was her best friend. Just the guy she cried to. The one she trusted, but not the one she loved.

Not yet.

“I don’t care what it takes,” I said quietly, “I’d set the world on fire to get you away from him.”

She didn’t answer. But she squeezed my hand.

And I swore I’d never let go,even if I had to become something worse to protect her from the worst.

Loving You

pairing rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary falling into a quiet, forbidden love, holding on to each other in secret even when the world is trying to tear them apart.

content angst, forbidden love

You weren’t supposed to love someone like him.

Not Rafe Cameron.

Not a Kook with blood on his hands and scars across his knuckles. But the heart doesn’t ask for permission. It just beats.

And yours always beat faster when he was near.

He found you under the dock, where the Pogue kids used to hide beer and broken promises. Moonlight filtered through the gaps above, cutting his face into shadows and silver.

“You came” he said, breathless. Like he didn’t expect you to.

“You asked” you replied, wrapping your arms around your knees.

He sat beside you, closer than he should. “You know this is stupid, right?”

You looked at him. “I know”

He laughed under his breath, then went quiet. “I’m not good at this. I never was”

You turned your head, resting your cheek on your arms. “You don’t have to be”

Silence. Just the ocean. And the weight of everything between you: class, family, history, fear.

Still, you reached for his hand.

“I was made for this,” you whispered. “For loving you, even if I shouldn’t.”

He stared at your intertwined fingers like they were fragile.

Sacred.

“You’re the only thing that makes me feel like I’m not drowning.”

You smiled, but it trembled. “Then hold on.”

Because loving Rafe was terrifying.

But loving you,he realized,was the only thing he didn’t want to ruin.

i hope y’all liked it ♡

We Hug Now

pairing rafe cameron x reader

summary After the breakup, you and Rafe Cameron only share awkward hugs instead of late-night confessions, caught in the quiet ache of almost moving on. Neither of you says it, but the silence still feels like love

content angst, emotional distance

The first time you saw him after the breakup, it was at a party on the Cut. Loud music, cheap drinks, and too many memories buzzing around your head like static.

You weren’t expecting to see him there. Not really.

But there he was—leaning against a wall, beer in hand, laughing at something Kelce said. He looked good. He always looked good. But something about him looked…emptier.

He saw you before you saw him.

And when your eyes met, the whole room dropped away.

You didn’t speak. Just… nodded. That was how you greeted each other now.

No more kisses. No more whispered “I miss you” at 3 a.m. No more silly love confessions and giggles.

Just a nod.

Later, you felt him walk up behind you while you were sitting on the porch steps, the air sticky with Carolina heat and words neither of you had the strength to say.

“Hey” he said.

You swallowed.“Hey.”

Silence.

Then…“We hug now?” he asked, a little laugh in his voice like he was trying not to sound as broken as he felt.

You turned to him. “I guess we do.”

It wasn’t the same. His arms felt familiar but distant, like holding a ghost. You wanted to cry. You didn’t.

“I thought I’d stop thinking about you by now,” he said into your shoulder.

You pulled back just enough to look at him. “I thought you wanted space.”

“I did,” he said. “I just didn’t realize how much it would hurt.”

You didn’t kiss him. You didn’t say you still loved him. But you rested your head on his chest and let the silence say it for you.

And when you let go, you both knew you weren’t ready to be strangers but you didn’t know how to be lovers anymore either.

So, for now… you hugged.

And maybe that was enough.

hi! this my first time writing, so i hope you enjoy it ♡

hiiii sweets! i’ve unpublished all of my works due to some personal stuff, but some of them will come back! it’ll mostly be the john b writings, but some of the jj stuff may come back too! sorry for any inconvenience! 🤍

plsplspls send requests guys i have sm motivation but no ideas 🙁

(especially for my sweet boy john b ☺️☺️)

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ℛafe During Your Honeymoon! ࿐ ༢

warnings; none! fluff<3

Summer in the Virgin Islands was a queer occurrence where the devastating heat and the fragrance of passion fruit and the shanties selling beadwork and skinned herring and thick spools of flowers threaded together to the entourage of tourists all melted languidly into a hedonistic passage. She could feel the humidity sink into her bones as she lay her stomach flat onto the coast as the salty turquoise waters washed over the white sand in a rhythmic manner, the sound of waves crashing lulling her slowly to sleep. It was only when a familiar muscled hand drew his fingertips over the suntanned small of her back that she arose, gasping softly as they trailed down to the plump swell of her ass that was red from too much sun and she smiled real wide from too much wine. Rafe's other hand found purchase on her tattooed palm and he grinned as the cool metal of his ring kissed the obscenely large diamond set on hers. Their wedding had just been a week ago, a frivolous event as was anything sponsored by the Camerons' black amex, but somehow, the two of them found more pleasure in basking in the newness of it all on the expanse of tropical beach alone than they had sitting in the center of a black-tie occasion and playing the gracious pair of hosts.

Rafe laid down beside her, his larger frame shadowing over her own, and in that moment, he came to realize that the only thing that would truly matter to him from now until the day he takes his final breath was her. She was all-consuming and it was chemical just how quickly she managed to make herself seen in his life, whether it was through the scent of bergamot that lingered on her skin or the abrasive cackle of her laughter that colors her red — she was a figment of his imagination that he had willed to be true. She had to be; there was no other reason why someone as jaded and awful and destructive as he had been given something so pure. As her freckled and tanned stomach rose steadily with belly-deep breaths, Rafe knew he would spend an eternity trying to deserve her and would yet never succeed. For some reason, here, now, enveloped in the solitude of their intimate honeymoon escapade, he was alright with that.

author's note; yayayay I hope you guys liked it! i'm iffy on it rn

Rafe & a Housewife Kink

warnings ; smut, mdni!! breeding kink, misogyny if you squint Rafe would certainly be a liar if he were to say that he had never before imagined you fat with a baby and cradling another, balancing the child on your jutted hip as you pour him a tall one that's still icy from the fridge. He could picture exactly the way your breasts would jiggle, swollen from pregnancy and breastfeeding, as you padded over to him, the silk of your barely-tied robe brushing in the air and lifting to reveal the delicious curve of your thigh — straight out of one of the shitty pornos he and Topper would watch on cinemax growing up. Fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about it. It was a dream of his, and being the handsomly illustrious heir of Ward Cameron came with the perks of having never been denied anything that had caught his fancy; the moment Rafe had decided he would like a real and true football player at his 10th birthday party, Ward had had Tom Brady on speed dial within the hour. When he had become jealous upon watching Sarah receive a purebred cocker spaniel as a reward for a particularly nice report card from the Swedish boarding school Rose had insisted upon sending the children to in a successful endeavor to secure more time alone with her newly-wedded husband, Rafe was given his own stallion and an accompanying stable to train with as he pleased. Similarly so, the moment Rafe had spotted you — you, with your engrossing mess of corkscrew curls and sticky pink Nars lip gloss and airbrushed bandage dresses that always left a little bit too much to imagination as you pranced around with your sorority sisters — he knew that he would have you in every way fathomable. He was right.

By the evening of your third date, the sheer muslin fabric of your Dolce & Gabbana babydoll dress decorated the cool hardwood flooring of Rafes bedroom, the sound of your pornographic moans and his rough thrusts meeting the fat of your ass echoing through the expanse of the empty penthouse. Your worries upon the realization that Rafe did not, in fact, have a condom had since been fucked away, the meager protests spilling from your puffy pink lips replaced with dulcet whimpers that blew Rafes pupils wider than a line of cocaine ever had as he bit down on your left breast, his hips snapping against yours as relentless as ever. “Gonna put a baby in you, bunny,” He would growl into your flesh as he lifted your hips so his dick could reach the spongy part of your sex that had you seeing stars. “Y're mine. Never gonna go back to that stupid college, never gonna waste your good years chasin' after some damn degree.” You were so cock drunk, you could barely manage a simple response, moaning with depravity instead. You came four times before he finally tugged himself off of you, choosing to wrap one muscled arm around the small of your back as the other finds purchase between your thighs, reveling in the way that they trembled around his thick fingers that would mindlessly tease your glossy folds. “Can't believe y' let me hit it raw already,” he coos, taking depraved pleasure in the way tears glisten in your big dark eyes that stare up at him meekly even in the darkness. “You're mine now, bunny. Mine.”

Author's Note; omg i can't believe i actually published writing on here?? it lowk sucks but I've been reading for so long this is a huge step for me please be nice :,)