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Drunk Love

Summary: You get too drunk and your boyfriend Rafe has to take care of you. Fluff, fluff, fluff.

You stumbled through the door, heels in your hand, trying to steady yourself against the wall. You leaned back, watching Rafe walk in after you, steady stride showing the marked difference in your tolerance levels. Hadn’t you had the same amount to drink?

His shoe scuffed slightly against the floor and you let out a loud, harsh “Shh” in the darkness, making his face whip up to yours incredulously.

“Me shh? You shh! You just woke the whole neighbourhood trying to get your key in the door.” he argued back, his voice an actual whisper compared to your stage whisper.

You rolled your eyes, dropping your heels to the floor, ignoring Rafe’s desperate scramble to catch them before they hit the cold marble and woke up his deaf neighbour four streets away.

He’d just placed them gently down when he heard the glasses clattering in the kitchen.

“Jesus Christ,” he shot back up and started towards you, taking the glass out your hand right as you were about to fill it with your dads favourite whiskey.

“Hey!”

“I think you’ve had enough tonight, baby. Let me take you to bed, okay?” Rafe was still whispering, voice soft like he was trying to coax a scared animal.

You raised an eyebrow and giggled.

“To bed? My, my, Cameron, you haven’t even bought me dinner.”

He grabbed your elbow gently, leading you towards the stairs.

“I’ve bought you like a thousand dinners, and right now we are going to go to bed to sleep. Okay? Sleepy time.”

“Boring,” you sang, wondering if the hallway had always been this blurry.

He managed to get you into your room without waking anyone, depositing you on your bed before gathering you clothes to change into and grabbing your make-up remover. He came back into the room to see you twisting your arms around your back, trying to grab at your bra.

“See, not so easy when you’re drunk, is it?” He joked, laughing at how your head whipped around to his, puppy dog eyes trained on him.

“Please help me.”

He set your stuff down next to you before coming over and helping you change.

“Arms up,” he pulled your dress over you head, unhooked your bra with ease like he’d done a thousand times and slid your clean clothes on.

You sighed happily, thanking him, before lying down and snuggling your face into the covers.

“Woah, hey, no, no, sit up. Come on,” he ignored your grumbling to pull you back up. “Baby, you’d kill me if I let you sleep in make-up.”

You groaned unhappily but stayed seated while he wiped your face for you, flinching at the cold.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

You opened your eyes staring at his face as he concentrated, and it struck you in that moment how lucky you’d gotten. You leaned forward to kiss him, pouting when he leaned away.

“Hey, no, baby let me do this, okay, I’m gonna take an eye out here if you don’t stay still,” he muttered, rubbing at your eyeliner.

After another few minutes, he pulled away.

“All done. You can sleep now, you big baby.”

“Can I have a kiss first?” you mumbled, feeling sleep start to overtake you.

He rolled his eyes, smiling at you softly before leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on your lips, your cheeks, your forehead.

“Mmm. Perfect. Okay. I’m going to sleep now.” You flopped back down, pulling the covers over your head, and Rafe laughed before standing to get himself ready for bed, pulling his shirt off.

“Wait!” You gasped, head shooting back up, causing Rafe’s heart to jump out of his throat, turning to you in panic.

“What?!”

“I forgot to say I love you.”

He sighed, hand on his chest, trying to calm the pounding.

“Jesus, baby, you’re gonna kill me one day.”

“Sorry! I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go to sleep, you mess.”

He watched you settle back down, asleep within seconds, mouth slightly open and a light snore seeping through, and he thought you’d never looked so damn beautiful.

like i would | rc

| pairing: (non canon) rafe cameron x female reader

| genre: fluff, boyfriend rafe, rafe calls his gf baby like 100 times

| content warnings: mentions of being sick, tears lol, mentions of food

| précis: your boyfriend takes care of you while you’re under the weather.

| word count: 1,184

| a/n: im sick rn so posting this from my drafts

The first thing Rafe notices when he gets home is silence. If you’re home before him (which he knows you are today), you usually call out a greeting from wherever you are, to let him know that you’re there.

So, when he calls out your name and gets nothing in response, it’s safe to say he’s a little worried. He slowly walks to  the bedroom, where he, insert relieved sigh, finds you curled up underneath the comforter.

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I also love your kook group x reader! Can you do one where rafe x reader start secretly dating and topper and kelce find out?

more than friends | rc

| pairing: (non canon) rafe cameron x reader, platonic topper thornton x reader, platonic kelce x reader

| genre: fluff, college au, kook friend group

| warnings: language, mentions of food

| word count: 1,286

You weren’t even sure when the feelings had started. You and Rafe had always been a little flirty with each other. You used to blame it on the fact that he was the newest addition to your friend group, not already used to the sibling-like dynamic that you shared with Topper and Kelce.

Nothing actually happened for years, other than the casual flirting that never went unnoticed by the other boys. It was one night, when the four of you were back home for the summer. You all attended the same university on the mainland, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t spend every waking second with each other over the summer. Topper was out to dinner with his parents, and Kelce was stuck babysitting his little sister. Rafe had invited all of you over to watch movies in his basement, the massive flat screen and reclining chairs making it the perfect spot for your movie nights.

The tension between the two of you was so heavy you could feel it crackling in the air. You spent a painful thirty minutes watching Jaws, retaining absolutely nothing because all you could focus on was the boy sitting next to you.

And suddenly, movie forgotten, your lips were on Rafe’s as you were climbing over the armrest to straddle his lap.

The two of you had agreed on two things: One—that it wasn’t just a one-time thing and two—that you couldn’t tell Kelce and Topper. You honestly didn’t think they would have a problem with it, but you weren’t ready to face the constant teasing that would surely ensue once you tell them.

Fast forward, you and Rafe had been keeping your relationship a secret for a few months now, a little easier now that you were back on campus and had more spots you could meet and not run into your friends.

Kelce and Topper weren’t stupid though. They had an inkling that something might be going on between the two of you, but they couldn’t prove it. Lingering touches, and gazes when you thought no one was paying attention, had helped to guide them in their suspicions.

“Your door’s locked right?” You whisper, cuddling against your boyfriend.

He nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce shared an apartment, and the boys often barged into each other’s rooms without a second thought, so a locked door was crucial to your not getting caught.

Almost as if you predicted it, a fist bangs on the door, less than a moment later, a loud shout of Rafe’s name reverberating in the room.

“Fuck do you want Top?” Rafe calls, sending you an apologetic smile.

“Kelce and I are bored. I think we’re gonna go to that bar down the street. You wanna come?”

Normally Rafe can never turn down an offer to go to a bar or party, and drink with his friends. But right now, you’re in his bed and he cares way more about that.

“Not tonight man, I think I’m gonna nap, I’m not feeling great.”

“Okay.” Topper responds, heading into the kitchen where Kelce is. “Let’s see what ____’s up to.”

“I already texted her.” Kelce pipes up. “She said she’s busy.”

Topper sighs. “Alright guess it’s just us then.”

Rafe wants to tell Topper and Kelce about your relationship. From day one, he was fine with it being out in the open. He claims that they like you too and they need to know you’re taken, but you don’t want to ruin your friend group dynamics.

“They’re gonna make fun of us!” You whine against his chest, pulling his duvet over your head.

“They already do!” He chuckles, chest rumbling under your head. “And baby, you’re the meanest out of all of us. They’re gonna be too scared to make fun of you.”

“No, I’m not.” You pout, poking his chin.

“Hm, you kinda are.” He hums, straining his neck to kiss the tip of your nose. “Remember when you made Topper cry during basketball?”

“I was twelve, Rafe,” You groan. “And he didn’t catch the ball.”

“And you yelled at him at recess, I know, I remember all of it.” He can’t stop the laughter that tumbles from his lips. “I wouldn’t mess with you mamas.”

“Shut the fuck up,” You pout, shoving at his shoulder.

bro

can we get ice cream when ur done w class

i’ll buy

rafael (affectionate): bro

rafael (affectionate): yes we can

rafael (affectionate): ur not buying tho

fuck u

yes i am

As soon as Rafe is done with class, he texts you, and the two of you meet at your favorite spot for ice cream. Rafe grabs the corner booth while you go up to order both of your favorites. He’d shoved his wallet in your hand before letting you go up, but it’s at the bottom of your purse now—your card already in your hand.

Once you have both ice cream orders, you walk to the table, a smug smile on your face. Instead of taking the seat across from him, you slide into the booth he’s in, nuzzling up against his side.

“Thank you.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before starting on his ice cream. You rest your head on his shoulder while he tells you something that happened in his chem lab that day.

Eventually, the bell above the door dings, catching your attention. Save for you and Rafe, it’s been empty, and you’re a little curious.

Familiar voices fill your ears and you’re putting it together, the wide-eyed look on Rafe’s face being the final piece of the puzzle.

Kelce and Topper. Fuck.

“What the fuck?” Kelce mumbles, meeting your gaze.

“Hey guys,” You cough out, waving awkwardly.

“Y’all were hanging out without us?” Topper asks sadly.

“No Top, ya fucking idiot.” Kelce sighs, running his hand over his face. “They’re together. Like dating.”

“Well, I—” You pipe up, in attempt to cover yourself.

Kelce raises an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”

You drop your head. “No.”

Kelce sighs, dropping into the booth.

“Are you mad?” Rafe wonders.

“No.” Kelce shakes his head. “Y’all are my best friends and I want you to be happy.” He looks at Topper who nods in agreement. “However, I have a couple of ground rules.”

“Rules? Kelce you’re not my dad, you can’t—”

“Hush,” He scolds. “As I was saying, no sex while we’re in the house—”

“Uhh,” Rafe chokes out, cheeks blooming bright red.

“Shut up.” You hiss, elbowing his side lightly.

“Ew, what the fuck?” Topper complains.

“And if Rafe hurts ____, we’re kicking his ass.”

“What?” Rafe exclaims. “You really think I’ll hurt her? We’ve all been friends forever, I’m not gonna—”

“Rafe.” This time it’s Topper who cuts him off. “I don’t give a literal shit that we’re all friends, if you break her heart, we’ll drop you so fast it’ll make your head spin.”

“Jesus.” You mutter under your breath.

“Understand?” Kelce asks.

“Yes.” Rafe answers.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes sir.”

A bout of laughter spills from your lips before you can stop it. “Come on Kelce, that’s enough. Now both of you, get the fuck out of here.”

Topper grins sheepishly, sliding out of the booth, Kelce right behind him.

“Remember what we said.” Kelce says, smiling, despite his serious words. He grabs your cup of ice cream, scooping some into his mouth before he and Topper exit the store.

“Fucking idiots.” You groan, leaning your head back against the seat.

“Hey, at least I don’t have to do this in secret anymore.”

“Do what?”

“C’mere.” And then his lips are on yours.

tension // rc

warning; language, underaged drinking, mentions of cheating, mentions of anti depressants but not rly depression, mentions of smut but nothing descriptive, hella angst

summary; you find out the real reason kiara doesn’t hang out with you and the kooks anymore. 

word count; 4.5k+

rafe x reader, platonic!kie x reader, and a sprinkle of rafe x kie

you had been friends with kiara for years. back in middle school, when kiara sat at a table by herself, you shocked your friends by placing your tray directly across from hers and asking her why she chose to sit by herself. 

you knew people that liked kiara, so you knew she wasn’t forced to outcast herself, but you quickly learned that she didn’t like the people at your school. she’d rather save turtles that caught in a plastic bag rather than talk about which swimsuit fit her body the best. 

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BABY CUPID; rafe cameron

summary: your little sister decides to play cupid for you and the boy you’re seated with.

warnings: mentions of panic attacks || gif credits to @whumpypepsigal

word count: 1644

author’s note: this has been in my idea outlines for months now since i’ve read this certain twitter thread.

rafe would pay to be anywhere but here.

if it wasn’t for his stupid father, and his stupid business, and his stupid people-pleasing complex, then he wouldn’t be stuck in this stupid economy flight to the bahamas.

there was still at least a few minutes before the plane takes off and rafe tries to compose himself as he counts his deep breaths.

“what’s our number?” your little sister asked as you tighten your grip around her legs. you were carrying her and your bags as you tried to look for your seats. “25f, millie.”

“oh, there!” she pointed at the row a few meters away. “there’s a boy in my seat.” millie frowned as she eyed the guy by the window seat.

“a very cute boy,” you mumbled, walking towards your booked seats.

millie snapped her head towards you, her face scrunched up in a scowl.

rafe only looked up from the window when he saw you mount your bags on top of the compartment above you. the little girl you were with had a frown on her face when she saw where he was seated. you offered him a small smile as you lowered her in between your seats.

he watched as you sat down with a relieved sigh. the little girl kneeled down on her seat and cupped her hands around your ear, promptly whispering something to you.

you carefully say her back down properly and placed on her seatbelt as the pilot announced that you were ready for take-off. “well, i did tell you that we shouldn’t have waited in line for your waffle if you wanted the window seat.”

rafe pretended that he wasn’t listening when the girl looked at him. instead, he busied himself with his seatbelt as the plane started moving.

as soon as the plane was in the air, you grabbed your earphones and plugged them into your phone. you turned to face your sister, giving her the stuffed bunny in her bag. “i’m gonna take a nap, okay? be good for me.”

“okay.” she nodded her head, fiddling with the bunny’s ear as you placed the sleeping mask over your eyes.

rafe let out a shaky breath as he gripped on the armrests. he wasn’t about to have a panic attack with a literal kid beside him. that would seem pathetic as he watched her play with her toy.

he was quite sure that he was about to burst into tears when she suddenly spoke up. “i’m going to talk to you randomly so you need to be prepared, okay?”

rafe snapped his head towards the kid looking up at him, letting out a confused hum. “what?”

“my name is millie, and this is da vinci,” she introduced herself and her stuffed bunny. “what’s your name?”

“i- uh, rafe,” he hesitated, looking over at you then at millie before turning to look back out the window, when she started talking again. she wasn’t lying when she said she would talk to him randomly.

“oh, that’s a nice name.” millie smiled up at him. “my sister thinks you’re cute, mr. rafe.”

“i- wha-?” rafe furrowed his eyebrows. he wasn’t even able to get his question out when she opened her mouth again.

“hey, rafe, do you know what everyone should do when they get on the plane?” millie asked, trying to get a peek through the window.

“what?” rafe finally asked, wanting to humor her.

“thank the wright brothers.” she shrugged. rafe watched in amusement as the little girl clasped her tiny hands together and whispered, “thank you, wright brothers.”

“uhm, yeah,” rafe chuckled, feeling the tightness of his chest ease up. “thank you, wright brothers.”

“ooohh! this is a very nice ring,” she grabbed his left hand before dropping it suddenly. “oopsies, boundaries. i’m sorry,”

“nah, it’s okay.” he smiled, offering her his hand. millie hesitantly took it in her small ones and fiddled with the ring on his finger.

“i think it’s really pretty, but you should draw a smiley face in the middle,” she suggested, tracing the gold ring with her tiny finger.

“that’s a good idea, i might just do that.” rafe nodded in agreement. the both of them got into meaningless conversations, varying from different topics in the span of a few minutes.

rafe felt himself calm down completely in the presence of the little girl. he forgot all about his existent fear as she chattered his ear off with random facts and stories.

as soon as she heard the wheels of the cart, she immediately perked up. “oh, good timing, i was getting hungry.”

the flight attendant chuckled. “what can i get for you, sweetheart?”

“uhm,” she tapped her chin in thought. “oh! can i have those free cookies and chocolate milk, please? and uhm, i think my sister would also like that once she wakes up.” she said, before turning to look at rafe. “what about you, mr. rafe?”

“i’ll take the cookies and a cup of coffee, thanks.” he smiled.

“mr. rafe would take the cookies and the cup of coffee.” she repeated, grinning up at the lady as she handed her the cookies and drinks. “thank you!”

rafe sighed in relief as he took a sip of the warm beverage. he placed his own snacks on the tray table and helped mille pull down hers.

“we should watch a movie.” she suggested, grabbing her ipad from her bag.

“sure,” rafe agreed, watching as she scrolled through the number of choices in her downloads. she paused at one point, letting the princess and the frog load as she offered rafe the other bud of her earphones.

another hour later, you slowly stirred from your mini siesta, groaning at the feeling of your stiff neck as you stretched a bit.

“oh, good, you’re awake,” millie looked at you before returning her gaze at rafe, who was taking photos of the sunrise from above. “rafe and i took a lot of goofy pictures while you were asleep, we’re taking pretty sun pictures now.”

“keep the camera there, rafe, that way i can see out the window better.” she requested.

“who’s rafe?” you asked amidst a yawn.

“i’m rafe,” you immediately closed your mouth shut, forcing the yawn back as rafe offered you his hand to shake.

“oh, hi,” you ran a hand through your hair to make sure it was decent-looking as the other shook his. “i’m y/n.”

rafe smiled softly as he gave you a once over. despite the messy hair and wrinkled clothes, he thinks that you’re the most beautiful stranger he’s ever laid eyes on.

the both of you only snapped out of your gazing when the plane shifted and millie spoke up. “they’re tilting us so we can see better! how nice.”

you and rafe exchanged amused chuckles because the plane definitely wasn’t turning, only giving you a better view.

the captain spoke up, informing all of you that the plane was about to land in a few minutes. you buckled in your sister’s before yours as she tries to keep herself from practically bouncing on her seat.

rafe kept his eyes on you and your sister when he slowly felt his chest tighten. he placed a harsh grip on both of the armrests, trying to direct his attention on the two girls who made his flight bearable.

“we’re going down!” millie exclaimed, and you had to slap your hand on her mouth when the lady in front of you jolted out of her sleep at the sudden cry of your sister. rafe had a soft smile on his face when he felt her tiny hand unconsciously grab onto his, watching as you profusely apologized to the poor spooked lady.

“i feel so lucky that i got to sit by you, rafe,” millie smiled up at him.

rafe felt his heart warm up at the words of the little girl. he gave her hand a small squeeze as he replied, “me, too,”

you and millie were accompanied by rafe up until the baggage claim after your sister begged you to let him come with you, her quick attachment to the boy making it hard for you to compromise on your current situation.

“why can’t he come with us, y/n/n?” she pouted, staying over at rafe’s side instead of yours.

“i think mr rafe has some business he needs to attend to, love,” you smiled sadly, crouching down to look at her. “maybe you’ll get to see him again next time.”

“i mean, i can always fit you guys into my schedule during my visit.” rafe offered. “millie’s a sweet girl, and quite frankly, she, uh, helped me today with my issues with planes.”

“plus, a little birdie told me that you found her seatmate incredibly handsome.” he added, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“i didn’t- i never said-“ you huffed, throwing your arms lightly in the air.

“it’s fine, s’alright.” he assured you, as he grabbed his phone from his pocket. “i best believe that her seatmate found you really cute, too. especially when you were sleeping.”

“creep!” you laughed, grabbing the phone from him and punched in your number.

“what’s happening, i don’t understand what’s happening.” millie whined, switching her attention from you and rafe.

“i guess you and rafe could have another playdate.” you told her, fastening her backpack properly.

“how about you? will you and rafe have a date?” she wiggled her eyebrows at you mischievously.

“oh i-“

“well we-“

you and rafe looked at each other. he raised an eyebrow at you inquisitively. “i mean, i’d love to take you out on a date… if you want?”

“i’d like that.” you smiled at him.

“yes!” millie cheered, pumping her arm in the air. “i don’t know about you guys but i think i’d do a great job as cupid.”

outer banks

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rafe cameron

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pope heyward

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john b routledge

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topper thornton

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kelce

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sarah cameron

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my corpse friend

pairing: rafe cameron x humanexperiment!reader

summary: after the death of his father, rose taking wheeze with her and sarah not even acknowledging his existence, a sad and lonely but prideful rafe decides to use his money to finance the project of a young and ambitious scientist who assures he can built him the perfect life partner.

warnings: mdni! mention of death, and human corpses used for experimentation. justified physical description of reader (reader not feeling comfortable in her own body is an important part of the story). past trauma. reader hating everything about herself. suicidal thoughts. taking the people pleasing too far. emotional dependency. mention of blood and several other body fluids. not scientifically accurate as the heart and brain are used as a metaphor of human behavior. some could consider this includes necrophiliac tendencies (her body is synthetic but her vital organs and other internal systems are from death people). sexual content. p in v. dubcon. creampie. corruption kink. soft dom rafe. emotional violence. cheating. not happy ending.

dead dove🕊️ the insanely long paragraph of tws is there for a reason, prioritize yourself.

word count: 1637

𝜗𝜚 poppy talks₊ ˚ ･ love me an unreliable narrator.

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For as long as Rafe can remember, Tanyhill had never been a particularly warm place for him. It was too big for five people and they barely got to see each other's faces once a day for a couple of seconds if they were lucky enough to run into each other while attending to their own matters.

Now? His father was dead, his sister Sarah was living with the pogues and hated his guts enough to ignore his presence every time they happened to be in the same place and his stepmother had taken their baby sister away from them both, not even letting them talk to her on the phone.

He had this big empire for himself and yet he never felt so small, Tanyhill was colder than ever making him feel like he was going to drown in its suffocating walls, like he could die anytime and no one will even know until the smell of his rotting flesh was unbearable enough. He was alone everywhere he went and the worst part was the silence. No more Ward yelling at him. No more Rose's scheming against his back. No more... But that also meant no more Wheeze running around and messing with him... No more Sarah's laugh. Oh how he missed it even though he will never say it out loud.

When he was on the verge of throwing himself in front of a car he had a revelation, the answer to all his problems was sitting in front of him in the form of a not so reliable website he got redirected to while watching some shady porn. At first he thought it was a joke. What he read couldn't be true, right? It had to be just a dumb guy with nothing better to do than creating links with stuff he thought about while getting high but the whole idea had caught his eye somehow making him follow the steps to get more information about it.

Looking for more information led him to another website that seemed more legit and an email. Next day he hired some people to dig into it and find if the whole thing was real, feeling like a complete idiot for even giving it the benefit of doubt. The first couple of days all contact was between his team and this so-called doctor but after making sure the project was real and looking for a patron he agreed to a meeting.

Doctor Harris was a strange man, his words were too intricate most of the time and he always seemed too anxious which didn't give Rafe a good first impression but after a tour around the lab watching all the others working there in those weird machines he was a little more convinced. The main charge explained that the project had started as to build a simple android to help with the house but he always thought they could do much more than that and after a couple of years of more deep investigation he found his purpose when he discovered the possibility of bringing back a dead body, he tested his theory with small things like rats and bunnies and puppies and kept going bigger and bigger.

Harris thought that if he could bring back a human being with the due technical alterations he would not only create another monotone android housekeeper but a real living thing with the capacity of sensing and feeling both physically and emotionally taking a huge step for science.

There for a moment Rafe thought he could just go back home and try to be a better man and apologize to try and win back his real family saving himself the waste of a lot of time and money in case that this was to go wrong. But who was he trying to fool? His pride will never allow that so with still a little bit of scepticism but not much to lose he accepted the deal and started the paperwork to finance the project with the condition of getting the very first one for himself.

The first month was entertaining, he spent hours designing her, every part of her body exactly as he liked them, even the wig that will be conditioned to be her hair was going to be made of his favorite shade of real silky hair. The process was alarmingly frivolous but he didn't seem to care or even realize it and he sat for weeks customizing her like his own human sized doll, her height and the colour of her eyes and skin, then it came the turn of her essence.

That wasn't necessarily planned by the doctor but as soon as Rafe's ears heard him say the corpse inside her fake skin was an important part to dictate who she would be and what she would feel he knew he had to carefully pick each one of them. Between the profiles he got offered for the brain he chose a devoted housewife who died in childbirth, he would need that kind of dedication and submission, a tamed good girl to take care of him. But for the brain... he knew he needed more than what they were offering him.

As always his money and connections ended up showing their worth and with the right amount of blackmail and numbers in a check he got the heart of a girl he meet in college who he knew was stupidly in love with him, he remembered rejecting her a thousand times in the worst ways, he didn't liked her at all but she still stayed close to him bringing him lunch every day and doing his schoolwork like that would ever win him over until he dropped out of school. A couple of months later he heard she had died in a car accident and he never thought that would become useful information after all this time but if he wanted the perfect girl he would need the heart of someone like that, that devotion in pleasing him and only him but this time in a body he enjoyed.

After a little more than a year he was growing impatient, the nightstands were boring him and his friends were just every day more and more annoying. But then suddenly the day came.

Doctor Harris called him to his lab to pick her up and after doing all the paperwork confirming the specimen was being given to its owner he was directed to a waiting room where she will meet him after making her a recorded interview to finish with the documentation of the process of her creation. He only waited for twenty minutes but after all this time it felt like an eternity.

“Rafe?” he had his face buried in his hands when her voice dragged her back to reality.

There she was standing in front of him in the dress he had sent them to prepare her for him, there was only one word to describe what he was seeing. Perfection. She was exactly as he had imagined her, every single inch… she was the perfect girl for him.

“Hey…” he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say but he took a couple of steps closer to her enjoying the way his body towered hers, her beautiful innocent doe eyes looked up at him as if she was in front of the octave wonder.

“I want to go home... please” she said in the most soothing voice he had ever heard before and he knew right there.

She was perfect… and she was his.

She was frightened...

Only five days ago she woke up in this world for the very first time. Confused and with thousands of questions pounding inside her as she looked around to that neverending white, white walls, white curtains, white sheets, white coats and hats covering what she believed to be people who surrounded her pinching her with needles and other strange artefacts. People who filmed her and whispered to one another as if she was some attraction to be scrutinized.

They tested her for hours non stop until she passed out exhausted and probably even after that. Then the fifth day came and when she thought things couldn't get worse after all that physical exploitation she got to know what was truly terrifying, human emotion. They gave her a name, clothes and even styled her hair without a single chance to get a say in the matter. Doctor Harris sat with her and explained every detail about her creation and she could only sit there and listen to this stranger tell her how he had built her. Her heart was beating fast and she felt like she could throw it up at any second but the doctor's eyes were shining the way a father's would when he admired his baby daughter.

Rafe. That was the name the doctor gave her whennahe asked why she was there, she had been made just for him and he was supposed to be the love of her life but no one could have ever prepared her for the moment when she met him. The second she laid eyes on her something shifted inside her. His face, the look in his eyes made her chest feel warm but at the same time her hands started to shake and only one thought came to her.

He is going to hurt me.

She remembered lobe hurt. She had no memories of her previous life but somehow she knew she had been through this before. She knew love was painful… lethal.

“I want to go home… please” she was fighting back tears, there was no place to call home for her but she wanted to find it. But what she wanted the most was to be far away from him.

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chasing city lights

chapter 19 - what if

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

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cw: language, angst

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it had been a week since you and rafe had broken up, and you didn't know what hurt more. the fact you were no longer with him, or the fact he hadn't tried to reach out. not once.

you know you couldn't be upset about that, considering you broke up with him, but part of you hoped he would've tried harder to stay.

and that hurt more than anything.

because now you were left wondering, had it really been that easy for him to let go? had he moved on ? had you spent the last eight months loving someone who was only waiting for an excuse to walk away?

your phone sat on your nightstand, untouched, as if the silence from him was something tangible, something suffocating. you had checked it a million times, hoping to see his name flash across the screen. but it never did.

not a single message. not a single missed call. nothing. you should be relieved. this should be making it easier. but it didn't at all.

you didn't even ask sarah how he was doing as you were too scared to find out the answer. what if he was doing good? what if he realised actually he was better off without you? what if he was happy without you?

what if losing you didn’t break him the way losing him was breaking you?

the thought made your chest tighten, a sharp, suffocating ache settling deep in your ribs. you had spent the last week convincing yourself that you did the right thing, that walking away was the only option. but if that were true, if you had really made the best decision, then why did it feel like this?

you swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking up at the ceiling as if that would stop the tears from forming.

the truth was, no matter how badly you wanted to hate him, no matter how much you told yourself you had to let go, a part of you was still waiting.

waiting for him to show up. waiting for him to fight for you.

waiting for something that clearly wasn’t coming.

every little thing reminded you of him. you hadn't seen the girls in a few days, as even being around them reminded you of all the times you'd been together as a group. everything was so quiet now.

the quiet was the worst part of it, the loneliness. the brutal realisation that maybe you had been waiting for nothing. that maybe rafe had already decided you weren’t worth the fight. because if he had really loved you the way he claimed, wouldn’t he have come after you by now? wouldn’t he have done something?

but all you had was silence.

you clenched your jaw, trying to force yourself to stop thinking about him, but it was impossible. his hoodie still hanging on the back of your chair, the faint smell of his cologne on your pillow, the way your body still instinctively turned toward your phone at every notification, only to find nothing.

you hated that he still had this much of a hold on you. you hated that you were here, in this room, drowning in heartbreak while he was god knows where, probably just fine. probably moving on.

a fresh wave of nausea rolled through you at the thought.

had he already found someone else?

had he kissed someone new with the same mouth that used to whisper i love you?

the idea of it sent a sharp pain through your chest, but you shook your head, forcing yourself to breathe. it doesn’t matter. he's not yours anymore.

that thought alone nearly broke you.

because deep down, no matter how much it hurt, you still wanted to be his.

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a/n: i fear i took this one straight from my journal when i got broken up with LOL

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