"He's my-" "Best friend. I get it. But then why is he looking at you like this?" "Like what..?"

Love is crazy. But so was he. *Contains mature themes* [season 1-3]

I'll drive you home, you drive me crazy But that's not gonna stop me I'll call you out, you call me, "Baby" But that's not gonna stop me

Rafe Cameron and Lillian used to be inseparable-attached at the hip, unbreakable. Then Rafe made choices to please his father. Stupid choices. Ones that tore them apart. Now Lillian is seventeen. Rafe is nineteen. He's rich, untouchable, a magnet for attention-and completely alone in ways no one seems to understand. He copes the only way he knows how. Back then, she was the only thing that kept him sane. The only person he ever loved. The only place he ever felt loved. Now they barely speak. Just stolen glances at parties. Lingering eye contact. A quiet hey here and there. She never really understood how alone he was- until the night Rafe finally approaches her as she sits alone on the staircase, and his world begins to unravel. Angst, happy ending,

MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY - please see introduction disclaimers and warnings! What starts off as an agreement soon turns into an unforgiving vulnerability when Rafe Cameron so kindly helps Y/n with some problems she's having revolving her love life, things take a turn for the worst after a certain 'agreement' is made, leading Y/n to much more complicated choices. 'Aww come on, this is going to be fun' 👀 👀 👀

IN WHICH two people meet through mutual friends and suddenly all they want to be is somebody to each other. or IN WHICH two netflix stars meet and keep coming back to each other through the ups and downs. a drew starkey social media fic

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐜 Rafe Cameron x Alara Del Castillo They ruled Figure Eight like royalty. Golden, dangerous, and madly in love. Until everything shattered. Alara Del Castillo has always belonged to the Kooks-born into money, raised on power, and trained to smile while holding a knife behind her back. For years, she was Rafe Cameron's ride-or-die, his obsession, his undoing. But when love turns to war, even the most beautiful empires collapse. Now, they're exes. Bitter. Broken. Still burning. They circle each other like fire and gasoline-unable to let go, unwilling to give in. The problem? Everyone in the OBX knows one thing: Rafe doesn't share. And Alara? She's the only thing he's ever called his. But Kook love is never clean. It's control. It's chaos. It's sex, secrets, and a thousand second chances gone to waste. And when feelings resurface and old wounds reopen, one thing's for sure- They were never finished. They were just waiting to start the next war.

"𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫." ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴜ ...ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴇʟɪʟᴀʜ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴇxᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪꜱᴇ, ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏʙx'ꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛᴏʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ.

This is a fan fiction about Rafe Cameron. Rafe Cameron is a kook living on the island 'the outerbanks' he is known for his hatred towards Pogues and ego. He is called the kook king, due to his status.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 Rafe Cameron, the infamous Prince of Kooks despised Pogues. Especially his little sister's best friend Evelyn Banks; a girl who makes him feel things he hasn't felt before. "In which Rafe Cameron shares a love hate relationship with a Pogue"