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NEW THEMEEE !! bea is so back

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hi sweets <3 i hope ur week has been lovely so far!! ily 🤍

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MESS IT UP ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

SUMMARY 𓂃 you have spent months pretending this is nothing, just something to pass the time, to scratch an itch. but rafe is making himself comfortable in your life, and that’s dangerous.

PAIRING 𓂃 s3 rafe cameron x cherry!reader

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“you left water everywhere, you dumb fuck.”

your voice slices through the thick air of your apartment, sharp with exhaustion and irritation.

rafe does not even flinch. he just stands there, completely at ease, dripping all over your floor like he owns the place. a towel slung low around his hips, another dragged lazily through his damp buzzed hair, like he has not a care in the world. like this is normal.

he smirks, slow and knowing, dragging his gaze down your body like he is already five steps ahead of you. like he already knows how this will end.

“why are you so worked up, baby?” his voice is low, teasing, smooth as fucking silk. “need me to fuck the stress outta you again?”

your jaw clenches.

“you’re so goddamn insufferable.” you stalk toward him, yanking the towel from his hand before he can toss it onto your already-wet floor. you shove it at his chest, pointing at the puddle near the bathroom door.

“clean that up, cameron.”

he exhales, all fake and dramatic, rubbing a hand down his face like this is the worst thing that has ever happened to him.

“jesus, you are bossy. this is actual labor, y’know? is this what it feels like to be a working man?”

“shut up and do it.”

but instead of moving, he steps into your space again, hands slipping under your shirt, gripping your waist like he has every right to. his body is still warm from the shower, and he smells good—soap, clean linen, something distinctly rafe that makes your stomach twist.

“i’ll do it later,” he murmurs, lips ghosting along your jaw, trailing lower. “right now i jus’ wanna be in bed with you.”

you hate how easy it is to get lost in him.

hate how your eyes flutter shut for a split second, how his touch sends a shiver down your spine, how your hands fist into his towel before you even realize it.

no.

you shove his chest, hard enough to put space between you.

“you are not getting anything from me until you clean up your own goddamn mess.”

rafe groans, rolling his eyes, but he grabs the towel, grumbling under his breath as he kneels to mop up the water.

you turn away before your resolve slips any further, making your way to your dresser. you pull open a drawer, rifling through clothes—not for yourself, but for him.

because of course he insisted on keeping some here. said it just made sense since he was here so often.

you rolled your eyes at the time, but now, with him standing there, shirtless and dripping, the sight of him is making your thoughts spiral in the exact direction you do not need them to go.

so you distract yourself.

digging through his pile of clothes, trying to focus on the fabric between your fingers instead of the way he looked coming out of the shower. the way he is probably looking at you now.

behind you, you hear him moving, half-assedly finishing up the mess he made.

you finally grab a hoodie and some sweatpants, turning just as rafe leans against the doorway.

“you picking out my outfits now?” he grins.

“put them on before i throw you out.”

he just chuckles under his breath, taking his sweet time pulling the hoodie over his head, like he knows exactly why you needed him to put something on.

you ignore him, heading to the bathroom to grab a towel for yourself, wiping down the damp spots on the floor that he definitely missed.

rafe follows, leaning lazily against the counter, watching you.

“you always get pissy when i’m comfortable here,” he muses.

you sigh.

“maybe because it is my place, cameron.”

“yeah, yeah.” his eyes flick lazily around the apartment before settling back on you.

“you got any snacks?”

you glare at him.

“are you incapable of taking care of yourself?”

“just wondering.” he smirks, running a hand through his still-damp hair.

“you never have food in here.”

“maybe because i don’t make myself at home in places that aren’t mine.”

rafe chuckles under his breath, like you just said something funny.

and then—the doorbell rings.

your breath catches.

your heart does a fucking backflip in your chest, stomach knotting fast.

what if it’s one of your friends? what if it is someone you know? the island is small, news spreads in seconds, and if someone sees rafe cameron walking out of your apartment, it will be everywhere-

your head snaps toward him, eyes narrowing.

“did you invite a guest i don’t know about? at my place?”

rafe just looks at you, unimpressed.

“relax, trouble. it’s just food.”

“you ordered food?” your voice is still tense because your brain is moving a mile a minute, thinking about all the ways this could go wrong.

“obviously.” he scoffs, stretching lazily.

“figured you wouldn’t take care of yourself, so i did.”

you stare at him.

something tugs inside your chest, uncomfortable and unwanted.

you push it down.

rafe disappears down the hall, and you exhale sharply, dragging your hands through your hair.

this is getting too fucking comfortable.

and thats dangerous.

you have spent the last two months pretending this is nothing. just sex. just a way to burn off energy, scratch an itch, kill time.

so why does it feel like more?

why does it feel like rafe is pushing his way deeper into your life?

you do not like the way it makes your ribs tighten.

“c’mon,” his voice calls out a minute later, his footsteps heavy against the floor.

“food’s ready.”

you do not move.

you cross your arms tighter over your chest, suddenly feeling like there is not enough air in the room.

“i have work.”

rafe stops in the doorway, takeout bag in one hand, a drink in the other, and grins.

“what work?”

your lips press into a thin line.

Because you do have a job. Designing.

your dream job. something you have loved and planned for since you were a little girl. You loved everything about it—the way you could just be free, let your imagination spill onto a blank page, turn nothing into something. not stuck studying for years, buried in textbooks, chasing a degree your parents would have wanted for you.

but both of you also know that it does not involve you to work from home at this hour.

just like he knows you are trying to shut down on him right now.

oh and he’s also enjoying watching you squirm when he calls on your bullshit.

“shut up.” you huff.

he laughs, setting the drink down on the counter before stepping toward you.

one arm loops around your waist, the other still holding the takeout bag as he effortlessly lifts you up.

“rafe—”

he ignores you, adjusting his hold as he carries you to the living room like it takes no effort at all.

his lips press against your cheek. then your jaw. then the corner of your mouth. over and over, trailing soft, lazy kisses, unrelenting as he moves.

you groan, squirming in his hold.

“stop it.”

“nope.”

another kiss, this one firmer, teasing.

“you love it.”

you try to fight it—the smile threatening to crack through your irritation—but it is useless.

he finally plops you onto the couch, handing you the food before sitting beside you.

then he just…acts normal.

like he belongs here.

like this is something you do every day.

he eats, scrolling through emails on his phone, completely unbothered.

you huff, rolling your eyes when you find him watching you, waiting.

he knows you are too stubborn to admit you are hungry. knows you will not eat unless he forces you to.

and even when you insist you cannot eat the whole thing, he makes you finish it.

you hate him for that too.

because no matter how much you try to fight it, you always let him.

and that might just be the biggest problem of all.

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theme is so cunty && stunning <3 <3

thank you lover!! 🤍

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HEY

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and yall acting like i care ??? LMFAOO you guys try to start shit for no reason

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hellooo?? it’s been so long guys

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you && bright flowers

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@plaidcowboy && ducklings

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sorry that you have no heart or talent or a life and you take your anger and insecurities out on other people … really fucking childish, please grow up and stop hating on others just because your life is miserable, and everyone else’s isn’t. lol

Your blog is the middest thing ever you dont even post anymore barely and you try too hard to be all friendly and nice with all your mutuals and people but nobody fuck with you. So no dont create a new blog

OH BROTHER THIS GUY STIINNKKKKS

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new theme is stunning ml

thank you angel girl🫶🏼

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theme is so pretty wtf

biggest compliment coming from the queen herself

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THEMEEEE i have heart ehes

i lobe you

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your theme is the prettiest ever omg 🥹 !!

🥹🥹 aaaa you’re so sweet, thank you !!