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Hi guys!! I know I haven’t been posting regularly like I said I would and asking for requests and everything. The reason is because I have a lot of family issues going on right now and it’s taking up most of my time. I will be back to writing as soon as i can! I hope you understand. I love you all! 💋

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texts between bf!rafe and gf!reader

warnings: sexual contact

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oh my gosh i love you guys so much🥹 I can’t believe we’ve hit 1,027 likes on just one post!! Words can’t describe how appreciative i am. Thank you so much!! I love you guys!

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“yeah, so, since i owe you pogue, you’re coming with me at Topper’s” rafe orders. y/n sighs.

“for what? i’m working now—”

“nothing, maybank. we’re doing nothing.” he smiles. “i just wanna show you off like my trophy since you took me back.”

“i’m not, you’re blackmailing me.” she sighs.

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bf!rafe x reader

Summary: reader tries to make rafes favorite cookies for valentines day but fails.

Valentine’s day was the most special day of the year for you. The day everything was supposed to go perfect. You had everything planned, candles burning, soft music playing, and a fresh batch of Rafe’s favorite homemade cookies waiting for him for when he got home. It wasn’t anything big, just a small gesture to show him how much he means to you.

The smell of warm vanilla and chocolate filled the kitchen, except something wasn’t right. The scent was sharper, smokier.

“No no no!” You say panic in your voice as you yank the oven door open. A wave of heat hit you, followed by the sight of your burnt Valentine’s Day cookies. The cookies, Rafe’s cookies. They were blackened and hard as a rock. You felt a pit in your stomach.

You followed the recipe, double checked everything. Set the timer on the right time. Why did this happen? Why were they ruined?

Tears well up in your eyes as you set the tray down onto the counter. You were so excited to give them to Rafe. He always spoiled you, fancy dinners, expensive gifts, sweet gestures. And for once, you wanted to do something special for him. Even something small, like cookies. But you didn’t even have the time to try again before he got home.

A lump formed in your throat.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to burst out in tears. But the harder you tried, the worse it got. A sniffle escaped your soft nose.

And of course, that’s when Rafe walked in.

“Hey, why are you crying?” He says rushing over to you after closing the front door.

“I burnt your cookies..” you cry softly.

“Baby.. you’re crying over cookies?” He chuckles softly.

You nod. “You always do something nice for me like, take me shopping, take me out to dinner, everything! You do everything for me! A-and I just wanted to do something nice for you for once.” You sob into his chest.

“Shh.. baby it’s okay. Just by being mine makes me the happiest guy in the world. And the fact that you tried to make cookies for me makes me so happy. Don’t beat yourself up over this sweet baby..” he says wrapping his toned arms around your waist. “Besides… I like my cookies a little crispy.” He teases.

You let out a watery laugh, sniffing as you wiped your eyes. “Liar.”

He grinned. “Okay, maybe a little. But still, your the only valentine I need. Burnt cookies and all.”

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hello!! can you make a fic for overwhelmedreader! at a party with Rafe? where she's anxious and Rafe reassures that he'll her home while Kelce and Topper tease him. But he still soothes her and takes her home even though she feels guilty!!

you can do whatever this is just a small idea, thank you❤️❤️ i love your blog!

Oh my goodness yes!! I am so happy your like my first real ask!!! I hope you like it! Thank you so much love💕

The music was too loud, the air was too thick with the scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Bodies of people you didn’t even know were pushing and shoving you by accident. All the colors from the lights along with the shouting was just too much for you to handle.

The only reason you even came to this stupid party was because Rafe asked you too. No begged you too. Or maybe it was because, for once, you wanted to fit into his world of adventure and wild parties. But now, standing in the corner with your arms wrapped around yourself tightly while Rafe went to go get a drink with Top and Kelce, you felt like you were suffocating.

Rafe and the guys had been walking back to you from getting another beer in the kitchen, when Rafe saw the familiar look on your face. The look you got when you were overwhelmed. Originally he was laughing with Topper about something funny he said, but once he saw that look. It all came to a halt.

“Hey,” Rafe’s voice cut through the noise, distracting you for a moment. He put his hands on your waist, his touch comforting.

“You okay?” He asks so only you could hear.

You shake your head biting down on your lip softly.

“Baby what’s wrong. You gotta tell me what’s wrong.” He says, his voice softer then ever before.

You swallowed hard, “j-just wanna go h-home..” you whisper on the verge of tears.

Rafe’s expression quickly changed to one of worry.

“Hey hey hey, there’s no need to cry baby its okay, i’ll take you home. My girl just feeling overwhelmed yeah?” He says quickly. He didn’t wanna question it. That was for later.

You nod quickly as a tear falls down you cheek, mascara running along with it.

And that’s when Topper and Kelce decided they want to make their appearance known again.

“Dude, you’re leaving already?” Kelce scoffed.

Topper rolled his eyes and slightly nudged Rafe on the shoulder. “Man you’re pussy whipped.”

Rafe scoffed, just like Kelce. “Leave me alone. My girl tells me she wants to go home we’re going home okay?” He says his voice sharp like a knife. And with that, Rafe’s already guiding you out of the house and into the front yard, where he had parked his truck earlier.

As he opened the door for you to get into the passenger seat, a wave of guilt hits you.

Rafe gets into the driver side, when he notices more tears falling down your face.

“Baby why you still crying huh? Its okay, your safe in the car now.” He says while leaning over to cup your cheek softly.

“I feel bad, you were obviously having a good time a-and i just ruined it.” You sniffle.

“Pretty girl, you didn’t ruin anything. I don’t care about Topper and Kelce, or having fun. I care about you. My baby. Not anything else, mkay?” He says firmly but still somehow gentle.

You couldn’t help but feel relief, like a weight had been taken off your shoulders as he said those words. So you nodded “okay..” you whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby, now lets go home.” He muttered giving you a quick kiss.

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ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ sᴏғᴛᴋᴏᴏᴋɢɪʀʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Softkookgirl!reader

Softkookgirl!reader who is super duper shy, she can’t have a conversation without rafe holding her hand. Even then she needs rafe to do most of the talking.

Softkookgirl!reader who bites her lips when she’s nervous

Softkookgirl!reader who has to take anxiety medication or else she will get to anxious and breakdown.

Softkookgirl!reader who blushes way to easily. She blushes when shes doesn’t know how to respond. Mostly to a compliment

Softkookgirl!reader who doesn’t understand sarcasm at all. Rafe’s friends like to mess and tease her a lot

Softkookgirl!reader who gets kinda dumb when shes around rafe, because she knows he’ll take care of her

Softkookgirl!reader who always forgets to tie her shoe laces and has to have rafe do it for her

Softkookgirl!reader who is not very confident

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readers:

overwhelmed!reader

Softkookgirl!reader

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ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍᴇᴅ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Overwhelmed!reader

overwhelmed!reader who naps all the time because thats the only way to get her mind to quit down

overwhelmed!reader who always cries because she feels like she isn’t good enough because she has unrealistic expectations for herself

overwhelmed!reader who always forgets things and has to either have someone remind her or has to write it down in a planer

overwhelmed!reader who constantly has headaches from overworking herself to the point of exhaustion

overwhelmed!reader who bites her nails after getting them done because she’s anxious

overwhelmed!reader who doesn’t go out much, only when rafe drags her to a party

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୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ rafe giving you money to go shopping with your friends that hate him

“what are you getting all ready for?” rafe asked as he carelessly threw his shirt back on after a very long makeout session, watching you through your vanity mirror. rafe wanted to go further but you said no because you were on your period, although if it were up to him, that wouldn’t stop him.

“i’m going out with the girls for late lunch.” you said, applying your favorite lip liner.

“all your friends that hate me?” rafe was standing behind you, mesmerized by your every move, but mostly your lips and how plump and red they still were from kissing for almost 45 minutes.

“they don’t hate you.” you lied, turning your body to face him. “but maybe if you weren’t so mean to me they would like you a little more.” you got up from your vanity seat and walked over to your closet, scavenging through your options for lunch.

“yeah? ever think maybe they’re just mad their boyfriends can’t afford to keep up with their unnecessary spending habits?” rafe followed after you like he was a little kid, leaning himself on the frame of your closest. “speaking of,” you turned to rafe. “can i get some money? we’ll probably go shopping after getting food.”

rafe scoffed, “are you serious?” he said, like he wasn’t going to give you exactly what you wanted. “how much?” he dug in his pant pocket, pulling out his wallet. without you even giving a response rafe threw six hundreds to you. “thanks rafey.”

“yeah, whatever.”

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texts between bf!rafe and gf!reader

warnings: sexual content

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Pregnancy

Rafe Cameron x Pregnant Reader

Summary: Rafe Cameron got you pregnant

Warnings: pet names and babies

*Will do part 2 with a girl if you would like, also when the babies older*