I’ll love you in the morning
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Summary: Being in a relationship with Rafe meant arguments were a regular occurrence, a day didn’t feel normal without one. But the thing with you and Rafe - you never went to bed angry at each other
Warnings: Cursing, jealous rafe, fluffy as heckkkkk
Author’s Note: Been binge watching OBX for the thousandth time so it only felt right to write about it now :) Please send me any requests you might have, there is a masterlist on my page of everything else I have written for before, but am happy to take requests for anything and I’ll see what I can do x Have a lovely day angels <3
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You weren’t sure why he was mad at you, but it seemed to radiate in the space between you. It was obvious in the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes wouldn’t meet yours, the way his jaw clenched when he heard someone mention your name. It was midsummers tonight, and he’d invited you as his date - making you one of the only Pogues here. The two of you had been dating for a little under a year, and your anniversary was coming up in a few weeks. He’d hated you at first, he just knew you as John B’s sister, a Pogue through and through, and that was enough in itself for him to have a bad opinion of you. But, a year ago, you’d both got drunk at one of the parties on the beach, and he’d argued with you over which can of beer was his, and then you’d woken up the following morning next to him on the beach. Though, when you’d gone to leave, he’d asked you to stay. And that seemed to be the basis of the start of your relationship - Rafe asking you to stay. And you’d agreed.
“Hey (Y/N),” It’s Sarah that walks over to you, looking seemingly fed up of the Kook atmosphere already.
“Hey,” You try to smile back, pulling your eyes away from Rafe.
“Everything okay?” She frowns, standing beside you at the bar.
“Your brother,” You roll your eyes, resting your chin on your hands in front of you.
“When isn’t he the problem?” She laughs, “What’s he done this time?”
“I don’t think he’s done anything, I think he’s mad at me but I don’t know what I’ve done,” You shake your head, “He won’t even look at me.”
Before you can say anything else, JJ and Kie come over to the two of you, JJ dressed in his full server outfit - convincing everyone but you guys that he might actually work here. You’d been friends with JJ since he’d met John B and you spent basically all of your life with him.
“Please tell me this will be over soon,” Kie groans, shifting the material of her silk dress over her torso, “I hate this.”
You were wearing a dark green dress that Rafe had picked out of the three options you found in Sarah’s closet of unworn clothes. It hugged your figure and sat perfectly around your chest, flowing down in silk over your shoes.
“I don’t recognise you when you look like this (Y/N),” JJ points out, taking your drink and finishing the rest of it, “Very… kook.”
You roll your eyes and hit at his chest, “Grow up JJ, I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve seen you in proper clothes ever.”
He grabs your hand when you push him and pulls you in as if he’s about to twist your arm. But an all too familiar voice cuts between you.
“Hey, waiter,” Rafe shouts, “My drink’s looking close to empty, get me another.”
JJ drops your arm and looks at Rafe with a clenched jaw, “Get it yourself.”
“I don’t think you want to talk like that to me here,” Rafe lets out a laugh, the kind that comes from deep in his chest, “These are my people, not yours.”
“Rafe stop it,” You sigh, trying to step between him and JJ before this escalates further.
“So why don’t you get the fuck out of here, and leave my people, and my girlfriend, alone?” Rafe’s words are cold, calculated, separate from so much of what you knew of your boyfriend.
You push JJ back and stand between the two of them, turning your body to look directly at Rafe, but his eyeline falls above you and looks over at JJ still, “Rafe, leave it out.”
He doesn’t look at you, walking away with that tension in his shoulders that didn’t seem to leave.
“For fuck’s sake,” You mutter under your breath, “I’m sorry JJ.”
He laughs, dragging a hand through his hair, “Come on (Y/N) we all know you’re the only Pogue he doesn’t hate, that’s not going to change.”
You take a deep breath and look towards the direction that Rafe had just stormed out to, “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you guys later, okay?”
“Let us know if you need anything (Y/N),” Sarah calls out from behind you, the only one of any of them that was somewhat close to being able to understand Rafe.
~~~
You know he’s back at the house, and you’re thankful he’s thought enough to not lock the door behind him. It’s dark in the mansion and it’s eerie when you’re alone like this. You follow the steps upstairs towards his room, relieved when you catch the sight of the light on.
“Rafe?”
“Get out (Y/N), go back to the party,” His voice is cold, harsh.
“Rafe what the fuck have I done?”
“Nothing, just go back.”
He still won’t look at you.
“Nothing? You won’t talk to me, won’t touch me, won’t look at me, you haven’t since we got to that fucking party. You asked me to go and then spend the whole night ignoring me? What the fuck is this?” You’re raising your voice without thinking about it, the anger fuelling the fire in your veins.
“Just leave it (Y/N), I’m fine,” He tugs off the tie from around his neck, “I’ll talk to you later.”
“So that’s what this is now? We don’t even fight it out?” You scoff, “I’m not doing this with you Rafe. I’m not having you make me feel like shit all night, ignore me completely, embarrass me in front of my friends, and then tell me you’ll ‘talk to me later’.”
You try to stop your lips from wobbling, stop your hands from trembling, stop your burning desire to fall into his arms.
“(Y/N), don’t act like you don’t see how people look at you,” He shakes his head.
“No, fuck you, Rafe,” You shake your head, letting the tears bubble in your eyes, “You want to talk about people looking at me? Maybe people were looking at me because you were ignoring me all night!”
“You fucking love it, it’s like all eyes on you, and you don’t do anything to stop it!”
“Are you kidding me? Are you taking the fucking piss Rafe?” You’re fully yelling now, “Who do you think you are? No, who do you think I am?”
He’s quiet.
“I’m not dealing with this,” There are tears spilling over your cheeks now, staining them with the running of your mascara, “If you think I love other people looking at me so much, maybe I should go to one of them, because they certainly wouldn’t spend an entire night ignoring me.”
“(Y/N)!” He calls, watching as you turn on your heel to walk back out of the house.
As you’re just reaching the front door, his scream rips through the house, enough to make you flinch. Your heart is forcing you to go back, but you defy it, closing the front door behind you and walking back out into the dark.
~~~
You’re not sure how long you’ve been down by the beach, listening to the repetitions of waves over the sand, the hum of Midsummers still going on behind you, the silence that always remains after a fight.
In all of the arguments you’d had, it never ended with you storming out. You’d argue, and yell, and disagree, until eventually you didn’t. You would meet in the middle, admitting when you were wrong, and explaining when you knew you were right. But it worked both ways and, that was the thing, it always worked. You’d be mad at each other until he told you he loved you and you told him you’d love him tomorrow, he’d laugh and know that you meant it, that you’d always forgive him.
Today felt different. Rafe felt like he was arguing with himself whilst he was arguing with you, and you weren’t going to listen to him accuse you of things he knew you’d never do.
You pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around yourself as the chill starts to pick up a little over the beach, sending a shiver through your skin.
That’s when you hear him, stumbling steps over the sand until eventually they stop beside you.
“Can I sit?”
You take a deep breath and nod, still looking out over the water to avoid falling into the gaze of his eyes. Rafe takes a seat in the space beside you, so close that his arm brushes yours. Without a second thought, he pulls the suit jacket from around him and wraps it over your shoulders, his hands lingering there for a moment. You instinctively pull the material around you, breathing in the scent of his his aftershave that clung to the lapels.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” He sighs, and you’re sure you can hear a tremble in his voice, “I didn’t mean what I said back there. I’m not saying I didn’t think it, but I shouldn’t have said it the way I did.”
“Why did you think that though, Rafe?” You shake your head, still not looking at him directly.
“It’s not because of you. It’s everyone else. I see the way they look at you, it’s like as soon as you’re there, they all look at you like prey,” He clenches his jaw, “And I hate it, and then I see them and I think why isn’t it them that you’re with.”
“Is that why you started on JJ?”
“I shouldn’t have done that, I know,” He nods, “I’ll apologise to him.”
You can’t help but laugh, “No you won’t.”
He laughs too, and for a moment that’s all there is.
“I don’t want to lose this (Y/N), but the more I think of that, the more I convince myself that I am going to lose it, and that terrifies me,” He drags a hand through his hair, “I get if you’re still mad at me, I’ll walk you home if you don’t want to stay.”
You take in a deep breath and exhale, moving your head to rest on his shoulder, “The problem is, Rafe, I’m the only one that can put up with you.”
As if he is worried you’ll slip away, he wraps an arm around your waist and grips you tightly, his head turning to breath in the scent of your hair, “I love you, (Y/N).”
You hum in response, nuzzling your head into his neck more, “I’ll love you in the morning.”
He kisses the top of your hair, once, twice, three times, letting his lips linger on the third, “Do you want to go back to mine?”
“No.”
You can feel the panic coarse through him, like he’s worried this time is still different than the rest, that he’d be going to bed alone thinking of everything he shouldn’t have said.
“I want to stay here,” You mumble, snuggling into the warmth he seemed to radiate, reaching your arms around him.
Rafe laughs and it rumbles through his chest against you, pulling you as close to him as he can get you to be.
~~~
The following morning, you wake up to the sun. Rafe’s jacket is still draped over you, your head resting on the rise and fall of his chest. Your legs are tangled in his, and his arms are gripping you tighter than ever, his eyes still shut.
You reach up and press a kiss to his jaw, the closest to his lips that you can reach from this angle. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, so innocent compared to what everyone else thought they knew of Rafe - because nobody else got to see him like this, like you did.
He hums against your touch, his body waking up before his eyes have the strength to open. When he can just about muster the strength, he pokes one eye open to look at you, stretching one arm away from you and tucking it under his head, “Do you love me now?”
You laugh, kissing his jaw three more times, “I do.”
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i NEEEED TO RANT RN OKAYYY!?!?!? JUST LET ME!!!
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT IM OK IM OKK IM NOT OK
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
LOOK I KNOW I MENTIONED THAT THIS BLOG IS DEAD... IT KINDA IS... BUT I NEED TO RANT ABOUT S2E7 B4 I GO CRAZYYY!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?
spoilers for season 2 ep 7 dwon below btw
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
MACAQUE IS BACKKKKK?~???!!!!! AND HES JUST AS EPIC--- IF NOT EVEN MORE EPIC-- THAN BEFORE??!?!?!?
OH MY GOSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
okay
lets get started...
first off... may I just say... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THESE LMK EPS ARE AMAIZINGG!????? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
second...
MK's fear of Monkey king picking the wrong successor is soooo EPIC?!?!?!?! look i know that LadyBoneDemon (lets call her lbd) is evil... but dang.... she sure knew how to plant fear and doubt in MK lol.
"those who bring light into this world, inevitably bring darkness to those they hold dear"
that line....
why does it seem like Macaque and Wukong have a very very important backstory that will affect the plot later on!?!??!!? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
THE WHOLE SHADOW COMPARION THING AND MK LOOKING AT HIS SHADOW!??!?!!?
AHHHH AND HIM THINKING THAT MONKEY KING WAS THEE "Hero" and he is the "warrior"!?!?!? AHHHHHHHHHHHH EPICCCCCCCC
AND OH MY GSOHHHHWAS SOO SMOOTHHHHHA HHHHHHHHHHHH
EEPICCCCCCC
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thats soo sad tho... When Macaque said that he prob should unload his secret insecurities he said that he would be there all day....
WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO THIS MONKEY!?!?!?!?
WHY DO I WANT TO GIVE HIM A HUG!?!?!?!?
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OKKAYY OKAYYY OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
WHAT THE HECKKKKK!??!?!? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OH MY GSHHHHH THE COMPARISIONSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHH
AND THE WAY MACAQUE'S EYES WIDDENED!?!?!?!?!?
WHAT THE HECK IS MACAQUE AND WUKONG'S HISTORY!!?!?!!? HUH?!?!?!?
I WANNA KNOW SOO BADLYYYYYY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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AND THISSSSSSS
"You're a bit too much like him"
EXUCESE ME WHAT!?!?!? WHAT THE HECK IS THEIR HISTORY!?!?!?!?
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AND THISSSSSSSSSSSS ENDINGGG
first of... the animation with the lbd-related scenes are epic...
BUT OVERALL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! WHAT!??!?? NOOOOOO MACAQUEEE BABYYY U BETTER BE OKAYYYY!!!!!
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alright... im good now.... i let it allll out....
welppp i may or may not come back here again... we'll see ig
anywyas thanks for coming to my rnat!! Byeeeee
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[🎥] ena being unserious for 8 mins straight
| scratches head.. um I hope these were as funny as I planned 🫤
[italics are korean]
source : 230108 instagram live
• so ena’s just sitting on her bed
• she was talking for a bit but then became silent while she was on her ipad
• everyone’s like ‘what’s got her so doe eyed 😨’
• the comments are just scrolling while it’s silent and then
• *cocomelon theme song plays in bass booted*
• why is she literally just sitting there quietly ..
• AND ACTUALLY WATCHING IT 💀
• ‘mommy mommy, yes JJ?’
• WHAT THE HECK?
source : 221007 instagram live
• so ena thought it was a good idea to give MYs her gamer tag ..
• let’s just say her console almost overheated with all the notifs and messages she got 💀
• so she invited the fans to a party in that one Friday the 13th game
• THE CHAT WAS WILD
• she was hesitating but she let everyone turn their mics on 💀
• “eNA HIIIII”
• “DUDE GO GET THE AXE BEFORE THE JASON GUY COMES”
• LITERALLY NO ONE WAS HELPING HER SHE WAS JUST SCREAMING INTO HER MIC THE WHOLE TIME
• “HELP ME???”
• “YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY NO HELP WHAT THE HECKKKKK”
• her voice getting high pitched cause she was so frustrated 💀
• she just sat in her chair whining 😭
• “guys I died 🙁”
• “ENA WHERE ARE YOU” “BRO I CANT FIND THE KEY”
• moral of the story is: don’t go to mys when you’re on the brink of death
source : 221209 instagram live
• she was doing a live with karina in her bedroom
• it was a really calming live, she had music on and a candle lit
• the comments just asking her how she was, etc.
• it was silent until ena just…
• “yk, people have been commenting on how magnificently juicy my behind is looking...”
• like WHAT?
• karina just looking at her like “ 😟…”
• EVERYONES LIKE WHO SAID THAT????
• cue ena shrugging 🤷🏽♀️
source : hello82 art museum
• so the girls were analyzing some fanart (I think.. I’m gonna be honest I didnt watch all of it)
• they had to guess the choreo based off of the art
• a sketch of ena showed up with her doing the illusion dance and her mind was BLOWN
• I swear she’s so dramatic 💀
• she gasped so hard like
• “OHR MY GOSH”
• “HOW DID THEY MAKE ME SAUR SEXY??”
• the other members just looking at her like what..
• ningning literally turned into the skull emoji trying to hold her laugh in 😭
a/n : this was so short what the heck
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