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landosgirl97 · 2 years

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Heat Waves- Rafe Cameron

A/N: This IS a repost from a request I got on my old blog. I hope this is enough for you guys for tonight so I can work on getting some new stuff done and queued up before I leave on vacation. Enjoy!

Sometimes, all I think about is you

Late nights in the middle of June

Heat waves been faking me out

Can't make you happier now

Usually heat waves in North Carolina don’t come around until July, but this year we had a massive heat wave in mid-June which is very out of character. Rafe was laying on his bed in only his boxers since it was so hot. The air conditioning was having a really hard time keeping up. He was going to go to the beach but it’s 2 in the morning and he has no motivation to get up. You two had gotten in a massive fight. All he wanted was to apologize but you had told him you needed time. All Rafe can keep thinking, is that you’re off with someone else having the time of your life. He never felt like he was good enough for you to begin with, but by some miracle, you chose him.

Usually I put somethin' on TV

So we never think about you and me

But today I see our reflections clearly

In Hollywood, layin' on the screen

You just need a better life than this

You need somethin' I can never give

Rafe decided to put on a movie to distract him from you. Of course, the first thing that came on when he turned on the TV was the Titanic. Usually he didn’t really care for the movie and would change the channel. But when he saw the main character, Rose, running off with Jack instead of her husband Cal, all he can picture is you running off with your old best friend, JJ. He knows that at one point, you did have a crush on JJ before you guys had gotten together. All he could think was, “at least JJ is stable. He doesn’t do drugs, he hasn’t ever killed anyone, he’s a Pogue -but obviously there’s something there if she liked him. Maybe she’d be happier is I just left her alone.” Rafe couldn’t stop picturing you and JJ as the main characters and it broke him heart.

You can't fight it, you can't breathe

You say somethin' so lovin', but

Now I gotta let you go

You'll be better off in someone new

I don't wanna be alone

You know it hurts me too

You look so broken when you cry

One more and then I'll say goodbye

You were woken up to a knock on his door a few hours later. “Hey..” he said. “Listen, I’m sorry for getting so mad earlier. I love you, and I know I shouldn’t have over reacted.” you said. You were looking down at your hands playing with the rings on your fingers. “It’s okay baby. I get it. Me hanging out with Barry stresses you out. And I know I broke my promise to you about staying clean.” he replied. He sat on the bed while speaking to you, turning toward you to give you his full undivided attention. “Rafe it’s okay. How about we go to a meeting together tomorrow so we can get you some help.” Rafe just nodded and motions for you to come closer to him. You stand and walk toward him, and you situate yourself between his legs. He leans up and kisses you. “Listen babe... we need to talk..” Rafe said. You just shake your head and kiss him again, “I know what you’re going to say. Can we just be together one last time, please?”

I just wonder what you're dreamin' of

When you sleep and smile so comfortable

I just wish that I could give you that

That look that's perfectly un-sad

Rafe woke up early the next morning because he knew what he had to do. He looked down at you and saw you tangled in the sheets with your hair slightly in your face. He reached over and brushed the hair behind your ear. He saw you lightly smile at that as you slept. You looked so peaceful and happy and he hoped you were dreaming of the good times between the two of you. He knew that the smile would drop off of your face when you woke up so he slowly untangled the two of you from each other. He walked to desk for pen and paper and began to write. When you woke up, Rafe was gone but there was a note with your name on it in his place. You slowly read the note and it brought tears to your eyes. You finally let the tears fall at the end of the letter. “I’m so sorry. I know that with my issues, there was no way that I would be able to make you happy. I wasn’t sure about my decision until last night. You deserve a better partner than me. Financially, I can give you everything you want. Emotionally though, I can’t. I’m sorry. I still love you, but I can’t be with you.” You immediately dropped to the floor in tears. You fell asleep at some point because you woke up to someone shaking you awake. “...Y/N! Are you okay?” you heard. You opened your eyes to look at the stranger. “JJ? What are you doing here?” you asked. “You weren’t answering my texts. I got worried that something happened. I know Rafe was high at the party last night... I was afraid he did something to you...” he said nervously. You told JJ what happened and he vowed to stay to cheer you up until he saw that big, beautiful smile on your face again.

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princecameronlovedacommoner · 3 years

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rafe being at a kook party and is just super bored without barry so jusr decides to go to his place and he’s drunk as hell and just begs to be fucked

This one took a bit of a joyride on me so I hope you like the direction it chose! XD Thank you for the prompt!!! :) Keep the ideas coming ya’ll!

(Pairings: Rafebarry!!!

Rating: M for Mature

Warnings/Tags: Mentions of sex, alcohol, strong language, light dom/sub dynamic)

Rafe dried off his hands on his towel, before reaching for his phone when it buzzed, on the short counter near the bathroom sink.

Barry’s name showed across the lock screen with a heart emoji at each end just as usual and it was always getting less difficult for Rafe to admit to himself that he smiled a little uncontrollably each time he opened an unprompted midday text from his partner. Sarah used to do that a lot and Rafe had rolled his eyes at his sister, but now…well, he understood her excitement.

“What’s up, baby boy?” It was difficult not to hear Barry’s voice in his head when reading the messages he sent. He texted like he talked, and though he’d snort at being accused of loving that, it was one of Rafe’s favorite things about Barry.

Just out of the shower, he texted back quickly, setting his phone aside again to dry off. He’d needed the hot water to ease the ache in his head after the night before.

Topper’s 19th birthday party had been fine. A little boring, considering he’d been forced to go alone, with Barry working until late in the night, but fine. The tequila shots made things bearable.

Ofcourse after a few too many, Rafe found himself stair surfing with Kelce and trying to prove to Topper that he could do the better backflip off the roof. A backflip that ended up being a flopping uncoordinated drop straight into the water for them both.

Topper, along with Rafe and many of his other guests, had also over indulged in the alcohol.

No one was going to remember most of that party, surely.

Rafe was only certain of one thing and that was that he’d managed to get home only because Barry had picked him up after receiving a series of worrying texts.

If Rafe scrolled back on his phone he’d be able to see them all again, relive his shining moment of drunkenness.

“Horny. Send dick.”

“Wanna fuuuck! Come get pls!”

“PLS :’(“

“Top’s miroor makez good nudezzzzz”

The last message had been coupled with several photos of Rafe posing seductively in front of Topper’s bathroom mirror, clothes off and turned so that his ass was on full display for Barry.

“Put your clothes on, baby.” Barry texted back. “Gonna bring u home.”

“Fuc yeahh” Rafe sent one more picture but it was too blurry to really see much. That must have been when he dropped his phone and whilst trying to recover it ended up passing out on the floor.

If Rafe had any sense of shame, Topper probably would have received an apology text by now but he did not, and even if he did, it was only Topper. He’d dragged Rafe’s drunken ass out of plenty of odd and often dangerous situations before. One more embarrassing memory wouldn’t come between them.

Barry had said that Topper was chill anyway while helping him get Rafe dressed and into his truck, so there. Nothing to worry about.

“You sober?”

Barry’s next message came through while Rafe was stepping out into the hallway of their trailer, towel around his waist still as he made his way to the bedroom to find something to wear.

“Yeah. Why?,” he replied, dropping the towel once the door was closed to any uninvited guests that might stop by.

“Good,” Barry sent an evil grinning face and a heart back to his boyfriend. “Gonna wreck you 2nite. Be ready.”

A shiver went down Rafe’s spine and he trembled holding his phone.

“Special occasion?” He inquired with a hungry grin, waiting this time for Barry’s answer, which came quickly.

“Nah. U just begged so pretty last night.”

Rafe was struck with the notion to send Barry another seductive shot of his bare body but then another text came through.

“Plus I gotta punish u 4 gettin that shitfaced don’t I?” His parter’s words, even without the aid of his voice, made Rafe all tingly and warm below the waist.

“Yes sir,” He answered simply, going ahead and snapping that last nude and sending it on to Barry, who replied with a peach, an equal sign, a heart, and an egg plant emoji.

Rafe sat his phone aside, searching their private drawer in Barry’s nightstand for his collar rather than looking for clothes in the closet.

He wanted to be good and ready for when Barry got home.

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twinklelilstarkey · 3 years

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Kicked Out - Rafe Cameron

Words: 1.8k+

Type: Angst

Summary: Rafe is kicked out of the house by Ward and runs to you when it happens.

Warnings: Being kicked out. And a whole lot of crying. This is so depressing, jeez louise.

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

(You can imagine this with canon Rafe, since it’s based of a scene from the show. But that literally doesn’t change a thing to the story, so... do what you’d like)

Credits

Tears are already dry on Rafe’s face. They’ve stopped running down his cheeks as he was able to walk his way out of the Cut. And now, he’s just a few steps away from his home.

Or at least what he used to call home.

His phone is already low on battery, but from the times he checked it, it has been almost an hour since his dad left him with Barry.

The muscles of his legs are aching as he continues to walk his way to the front door. The front door and front garden are illuminated by the automatic yellow lights, which almost seem blinding his sensitive eyes.

He unlocks the front door with his key slowly to try and keep the house with its natural silence.

He steps in, head pounding under his fingertips once he brings them to his temples.

And all he can feel is pure exhaustion.

Passing through the lobby of the house was easy, his shoes didn’t make any loud noise to catch anyone’s attention and he didn’t knock anything over. But that invisibility to his family only lasted until he walked past the living room.

“Rafe?” Wheezie says over the sound of the TV, still sitting next to her mom.

“Shit” He whispers to himself.

He ignores his stepsister’s voice and forces his legs to move towards the stairs and up to his room.

The small girl, with the absence of his answer, gets up from the couch and walks towards the door. But as she got there, Rafe has already made his way up the stairs.

She follows him, without a care in the world, only trying to make simple conversation. But as soon as her eyes land on him, she frowns. He looked tense and seemed as if he was careful to even step into the floor of his own home.

He opens the door of his room and sighs, taking in the last looks before he has to leave.

Wheezie, equally as careful with her steps, walks to his wide-open door and is surprised to see him grab a duffel bag and a backpack from the last drawer of the wardrobe.

“Are you going camping or something?” She finally talks.

Rafe looks up quickly, alert by the loud sound of his sister’s voice, and the girl scowls at his face.

Eyes swollen and red and cheeks flushed. Which could mean many things. But his sniffles were the last clue.

“Have you been cri-” She starts but a voice stops her.

“Wheezie what are you doing in Ra- What are you doing here?” Ward asks as he peeks inside the room and sees the son he just kicked out.

“I- Uhm... I-I’m packing” Rafe answers, careful with his words.

Ward studies his son with a rigid look on his face and clenches his jaw.

“Make it quick”

“Yes, sir” He answers, looking back down to his bags.

Rafe, right there and then, turned to his wardrobe and grabbed everything he could see, shoving it into the bags.

“What is going on?” Wheezie asks her brother loudly as he runs through the room, trying to find everything he might need.

“I got kicked out”

Rafe sniffles again and opens one more drawer, grabbing all the socks and underwear he could see.

The silence fills the room once more, and this time it’s heavy and dense. Almost making it hard to breathe.

Wheezie stands in the doorway, holding her own sweaty hands while watching Rafe pack up all of his belongings in silence, not knowing what to say or ask.

Rafe grabs his charger from his desk and shoves it in the already full bag. He stands straight quickly and pulls his phone out of his pocket, 2%.

He quickly unlocks it and scrolls through his contacts, clicking on your name. He stares down at the contact picture before bringing it to his ear, as wave of warmth and comfort washes over him as he stares at you.

His eyes fill up in tears and he stares up at the wall, bringing the phone up to his ear, listening to the ringing and waiting for you to pick up.

Voice mail.

“Fuck” He whispers to himself.

He can always sleep over at Topper’s but that doesn’t seem... right.

He turns back to his bags once more and closes them, throwing both over his shoulder as he checks around the room to see if he forgot anything.

“Where are you going to stay?” Wheezie asks, making the boy look down at her again.

“I don’t know yet” He answers, voice cracking slightly at the end.

Rafe clears his throat as to act as if it wasn’t what it sounded like and Wheezie’s eyes fill with tears at the sound of it. Rafe looks away, biting his lip as a way to fight the wave of emotions that’s coming his way, and walks towards the doorway, closer to her.

“Will you visit?” She asks.

Her voice is low, almost a whisper. Almost sounding as if she’s scared of what words to use. But filled with sadness and shaking at every syllable.

“I don’t think I can” He replies, voice as shaky.

Wheezie, with that, wraps her arms around Rafe and hugs his torso. A sob escapes her mouth and Rafe looks away from her again, not wanting to break down once more.

(...)

You’re deep into your sleep at around midnight, notifications off your phone and random episodes of a random reality show play as background noise.

You’ve had a rough week with college, but you’re finally done with your tests. You only have to worry about projects now.

A light knock on your door awakes you and you stare at the darkness of your dorm in confusion. Who in their right mind is knocking at your door at 3am?

You try and ignore it, hoping that it’s just a drunk college student, trying to find his room while intoxicated.

But the person doesn’t give up.

You sigh loudly while throwing your covers off you, letting the cold air touch your warm skin. You shiver slightly as you put on the hoodie that rests at the end of your bed but it’s warmth quickly calms you down.

You walk towards the door, trying your best to not trip over anything on the dark room, and open it.

“Rafe?” You ask in a whisper.

You cringe at the strong lighting of the hallways and your boyfriend stares down at you. You turn on the light beside you and you frown at him.

“What’s wrong?”

Rafe visits you every weekend, so seeing him at your door at a Friday night is not too rare. But he’s never this late.

Or with bags this full.

“Can I come in?” He asks, low tone.

You nod and open the door widely so he can walk in comfortably.

The warmth of the room welcomes Rafe as soon as he steps in, and he puts down both of his bags beside the door.

You grab his hand, not only to get a hold of him but also to get his attention, and he looks away from the floor to look at you.

“Is everything okay?” You ask with the sweetest tone you could pull off.

Rafe lifts his gaze somewhere else at your question, not wanting to continue eye contact. He just shakes his head as a ‘no’, as emotions overflow him and make his chin shake.

You pull his hand towards your hip and quickly wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Rafe does the same, wrapping his arms around you as he lays his head on top of yours.

He doesn’t want to cry in front of you, but it’s getting harder and harder as he holds it in.

“You can tell me anything” You whisper into his chest, voice muffled by his shirt, “You know that”

“I know” He says, this time louder, but shakier.

You lift your head up to look at him and the sight just breaks your heart into an uncountable amount of pieces.

“Let’s sit” You tell him as a way to try and make him feel more comfortable.

He nods and let’s go of you for that minute, slowly. You grab his hand again and pull him to sit next to you on the bed. You sit quietly looking at him as his hand grabs onto yours tightly.

“Dad kicked me out” He whispers while looking at the ground, not wanting to see your reaction.

“What?” You ask shocked, “why?”

“I fucked up” He replies, shrugging his shoulders, “Like always” he adds.

With that you let go of his hand and cup his face. His warm hand now sits on your cold leg as you force him to look at you.

Tears have escaped Rafe’s eyes as he stared into the ground, and when staring at you, it only made it worse.

“Bubba, I-”

“I fucked up really bad” He emphasizes.

You clean his tears with your thumbs and he stares at you silently.

“Do you have a place to stay?” You ask him and he shakes his head.

Rafe looks away again, blinking his new tears away as he pretends to look out of the window. Your hands now resting at his jaw and back of his head, caressing him.

“You can stay here, with me” You offer, “I don’t share this dorm with anyone... And they almost never check who is sleeping on each dorm, anyways”

He stares back at you and clenches his jaw.

“Can I?” He asks, “It will be temporary, I- I promise”

“Of course, you can. As long as you need”

Rafe gives you a small broken smile and wraps his arms around you again, pulling you towards his side in a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck and give in to the tight hug. One of your hands rests over his hair and you play with it slowly, as a way to comfort him.

You two stay like this for a bit, just until you need to go lock your dorm room door again and turn off the lights.

Rafe lays with you as you come back to bed, and after you offered to give him more blankets or even more comfortable clothes (previously stolen a few months back from his room).

You lay over his chest, letting him play with the ends of your hair as always as you watched whatever is on the screen of your laptop.

You fell asleep almost an hour later of cuddling and laying in the silence.

But Rafe didn’t. The first minutes of you being asleep were calm and quiet. Almost made it seem like he was back to his past reality.

But he didn’t blink an eye the whole night. Because that’s his true reality now. He’s not ready to walk alone for the rest of his life. Even with you. He’s not ready for anything.

Nobody prepared him for this, especially his own dad. And he’s scared of it. Maybe even terrified of what’s to come.

And there’s nothing he can do but let it happen. And that terrifies him.

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Why do I only write angst? Is this too depressing? I’m so sorry.

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