Rafe Cameron Imagines

Late Night Confessions🤍

The glow of the moonlight seeped through the curtains of Tannyhill. You were sitting cross-legged on Rafe's bed, wearing one of his oversized shirts, while he leaned against the headboard, his head tilted back, eyes closed. His chest rose and fell in steady breaths, but you could tell he wasn't asleep—just lost in thought.

"Rafe?" you asked softly, breaking the silence.

His blue eyes flicked open, and he turned his head toward you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, love?"

"You okay? You've been quiet tonight," you murmured, reaching out to gently trace your fingers along his forearm.

He let out a soft sigh, his gaze dropping to where your fingers danced over his skin. "Just... thinking. About everything."

You tilted your head, silently urging him to go on. With Rafe, patience was key.

He shifted, sitting up fully, and pulled you closer. His hands rested on your thighs, grounding himself as he met your eyes. "You ever feel like you're not good enough? Like, no matter what you do, it's never enough for the people around you?"

Your heart ached at his vulnerability. You'd seen this side of Rafe before—the boy beneath the bravado, the one who carried the weight of his father's expectations and the mistakes of his past like a heavy chain.

"Rafe," you whispered, cupping his cheek. "You're more than enough. For me, for Sarah, even for Wheezie. They might not always show it the way you need, but they love you. And so do I."

His jaw clenched, and his eyes glistened under the moonlight. "You don't get it, though. I've messed up so many times. Hurt so many people. Sometimes I don't even know if I can fix it."

You shook your head softly, your fingers brushing against his lips before they moved to his neck, resting there as you whispered, "You don't need to fix everything. We all make mistakes, Rafe. The key is what you do after them. You can change. You can try again."

He stared at you, his brows furrowed as if trying to piece together your words. "I don't know if I can ever be the person you deserve."

You smiled softly, shifting so you were kneeling in front of him, your hands gently holding his face. "The only thing I want, Rafe, is you. Not a perfect version of you, just you. The real you. And I can see you trying. You're not perfect, but I don't need you to be."

His expression softened, though there was still doubt lingering in his eyes. You cupped his face in your hands, bringing his gaze to yours. "I've seen the way you care about your family, the way you protect the people you love. I see your heart, Rafe. And I love you for it. For who you are, not for some ideal version of yourself."

Rafe blinked, his breath catching in his throat. He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated, uncertainty clouding his features. He let out a shaky breath, his hand gently brushing your cheek before he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You felt the heat of his chest against yours as he whispered, "I don't want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you."

You nestled into his embrace, your fingers tracing the lines of his back as you whispered back, "You won't. Not if we work through it together."

His grip tightened around you, as if holding on for dear life. "You're so good to me," he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know why you put up with me."

You pulled back slightly, pressing your palm against his chest as you looked up at him, locking your eyes. "Because I want to, Rafe. I don't see you as some broken guy who needs fixing. I see you as someone worth loving—just the way you are."

A few moments of silence passed between you, the weight of your words settling in the room. Rafe's thumb brushed across your cheek, his face softening with tenderness you hadn't seen in a while. "I don't deserve you, you know that?" he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper.

"You're wrong," you replied, your voice firm but soft. "You're everything to me. You're worth more than you'll ever know."

Rafe exhaled deeply, his head dipping as he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed. His breath was steady but heavy, as though he was trying to find some kind of peace within the chaos of his thoughts.

After a moment, he finally spoke again, his voice barely audible. "What if I mess up again? What if I do something to push you away?"

You lifted your hand to his chin, gently tilting his head so that you could look into his eyes. "If you mess up, we'll talk about it. We'll work through it. But don't let your mistakes define you, Rafe. We all have our demons, but they don't get to control us."

He swallowed hard, nodding slowly. "I want to be better for you. I want to be the guy you think I am."

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "You already are."

The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of your breathing and the distant hum of the night. Rafe pulled you into his arms again, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. His fingers gently played with your hair, the warmth of his touch grounding you in a way that made everything else fade into the background.

"I'm scared, love," he admitted after a long pause. "Scared of losing you, scared of not being enough."

You pressed a soft kiss to his chest, where you could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong. "You don't need to be scared, Rafe. I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere."

His lips brushed the top of your head, and he held you even tighter. "I love you," he whispered.

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection as you whispered back, "I love you too. Always."

And as you lay there in his arms, the moonlight casting its soft glow over both of you, you knew that despite the uncertainty and the struggles Rafe faced, you'd be there. Through it all. Together.