#♯ cosy .ᐟ reader ㅤ⁝ㅤ is online ⩩

[plaidcowboy]

!cosy reader bringing up the topic of pets (wink wink cats) carefully knowing rafe HATES pets 😭

ˎˊ 𝛝 !COSY 𝛠 wanting a pet though rafe can’t stand them ㅤᩘ

i read this as he hates cats so i accidentally made him a cat hater ✧ ﾟ .

you had been scrolling on pinterest all day, looking at rafe doesn’t know what. but you had been focused on your laptop screen so much, rafe slipped your blue light glasses on you, you mumbling a thank you absentmindedly. what were you looking at?

it was when you two were cosy in bed, rafe reading emails, you still on the app, that you brought up your invested topic, “hm, i sure . . love animals. they’re just the cutest,” you spoke aloud randomly, startling rafe.

he turned to you, staring for a moment, “yeah, sure,” he furrowed a brow, returning his attention to his emails.

you took a deep breath, looking at rafe. right, that didn’t work. you twiddled your fingers, speaking again, “and pets are fun, too. adopting and giving them stuff, you know?” you attempted a careless shrug, your voice giving away your interest.

rafe chuckled, “baby, dating you is like having a pet. i think i’m good for now,” he said, still scanning his emails. you tilted your head. fair, “but like an actual pet, rafe. a little guy running around, i think . . i want one.”

rafe set his device aside, looking to you and how serious you were, “alright . . we can look into it, whatever you want,” you smiled, “so what are you thinking? labs are pretty cool, all dark and mysterious. but it’s up to you, you pick what you want, i take care of getting things for it,” he already went to pull up a website to find things a dog would need.

your smile faltered, glancing to your laptop screen, “what about like . . cats? maybe.”

rafe turned to you, looking again to see if your were serious, and frowning when you were, “you know how i feel about those things.”

you huffed, “rafe, they’re not things, they’re cute little cats. it won’t be that bad, really,” rafe was shaking his head before you finished.

“they’re little evil creatures, you know i think that. baby, you could have any pet you want. i’ll find a way to get you an otter if you want . . don’t make that face,” he said to you slowly tilting your lips down and widening your eyes.

“otters are great, did you know their fur is waterproof? but anyway, i more so want a cat,” you turned your laptop screen, rafe jolting slightly at the sight.

he sighed, glancing up at you, “but . . labs are just as cute. the complete opposite of a cat, how cute is that?”

you slapped your hand on the sheets, “no lab . . ” rafe tilted his head, knowing you weren’t changing your mind, “ . . you’ll like a cat. because i like cats. and you like me, so . . yeah,” you made your point.

rafe’s hand came up to run a finger over your cheek, “man . . why do i like you again?” you gasped, poking his arm, rafe grinning, “ow. of course we can get a cat, anything to keep that smile on your face. if i use you as a shield whenever that thing is nearby, don’t say anything.”

you giggled, “no, you’re gonna wanna hold them and stuff. you’re being silly,” you turned back to your laptop, scrolling at more pictures of cats.

rafe furrowed a brow, “that’s what you were looking at all day?” you nodded, “i was working up the courage to ask.”

rafe frowned, “you can ask me anything, i’ll never deny you of anything, you know that, right?” your head came up quickly, “can we get two cats?”

rafe smiled at your excited face, “of course not.”

[plaidcowboy]

hey pretty could u write a lil smth for me 　cosy!reader forcing rafe to cuddle with her?

rafe forcing ꒰!COSY꒱ to cuddle him ⅏ ⅏

rafe pushed the book out of your hands, causing it to land on the bed next to you. you gasped, turning to see him with his brows furrowed, staring at you, “what was that for?”

“you’re done reading ‘cause i’m bored and ‘cause i said so,” he murmured against your arm where his head was resting. you two were simply lying in bed, you sitting up reading with rafe covering you, “okay . . well, i’m almost done. can i just finish these few pages . . ”

“no. let me hold you, please,” he stared up at you with the puppiest of puppy dog eyes, making it hard to say no to him. but you were really into your book. it’d be quick, you finishing it. “of course, just let me . . ” you went to grab the book, rafe taking it from your hands and tossing it across the room, “i’m not letting you up to go get it, so you don’t have a choice.”

you looked down to rafe, taken aback. “well now you’re definitely not,” you went to cross your arms, rafe sitting up quickly, grabbing your arm and tugging, “no, alright, fine, sorry. don’t do that. i got to have you in my arms, please. please, baby?”

you huffed, “mm hm,” you responded, shaking your head. rafe frowned. “what d’you mean ‘mm mh?’”

you shrugged, turning your head away, “i mean no. i won’t cuddle you,” rafe titled his head at you, perplexed you were denying him, “baby . . you can’t be serious. i said please,” he actually was confused where your defiance was coming from. he used the magic word.

you scoffed, “that doesn’t get you anything you want,” you turned back to face him. “it got me you . . ” he reminded you, “ . . okay, what do you want me to do?” he tugged your arm again when he felt you pull away, “i jus’ wanna hold you. i like you in my arms. i don’t like it when i’m not touching you in some way. please. i said it four times now.”

you pretended to ponder, “just an apology to the book . . that you bought me, by the way,” you responded. rafe rose a brow, “and i’ll buy you even more, what’s the matter?”

“you hurt it. apologize,” rafe frowned at you, “you want me to apologize to a book?” you nodded defiantly. “baby . . it’s a book, can i just hold you now . . ” he shuffled closer.

“apologize,” you halted him. rafe sighed, “sorry . . book,” he couldn’t believe what he said. the things he does for you. “can we now?” he whined.

“hold on,” you held up a finger, cupping your hand over your ear. rafe stared at you. “hm . . okay. book accepts your apology.”

rafe continued to stare . . “c’mere, weirdo,” he grabbed you, pulling you against his chest. you giggled, causing him to laugh as well, “freaking book,” he grumbled.

[plaidcowboy]

rafe reassuring 𐔌!COSY ꒱ who doesn’t get why he’s with her ݃ 𓄹

﹏ ⑅ from this req 𓈒 ㅤׂㅤ 𓋭

rafe poked your cheek, raising a brow. you still sat staring into the room. he looked to where your eyes went, seeing nothing. he furrowed a brow, picking up one of your plushies and dropping it, sure it would get your attention. when it didn’t, rafe rolled his eyes, picking it back up and setting it back in its place, “baby, what’re you doing? is this that thing where you need space? or is it something else?”

you turned to him then, rafe’s eyes softening at you finally looking at him, “there she is . . what’s wrong . . ”

“is this one of those bet tropes?” your eyes narrowed, cutting off rafe. rafe gaped, tilting his head when he came up with nothing, “bet trope? what’re you talking about?”

“you know . . ” you shrugged, “when the hero bets with his friends he can’t get the girl to fall in love with him.”

rafe had to stop himself from giving you the craziest look. bet? you thought you were a bet? he steeled his face, running a hand over it, “’m gonna need you to explain why you think that because i’m getting frustrated trying to wrap my head around it.”

you threw your hands up dramatically, “dude, you’re right next to my plushie collection. real pretty girls don’t have that. they have like . . a collection of guys in their messages or whatever. . and i don’t even party. i play games. that’s like introvert 101, and you’re not an introvert so i feel like i’m keeping you back or something . . ”

rafe couldn’t keep from being upset. not at you, but how you were thinking, “keeping me back? where else do you think i wanna be? any minute i’m away from you, i can’t stand it. i don’t even like talking to other people because they’re not you. i’d rather hear you rant about your latest obsession. i cut someone off from talking the other day to call you . . and what other pretty girls? baby, i don’t look at other girls but you. i get annoyed when they’re near me. legitimately annoyed.”

you went to giggle, but refrained. serious mode, “but they’re more interesting . . and know how to please a guy. i don’t know what i’m doing. that’s gotta be annoying,” you huffed.

rafe tilted his head, eyes locked on yours when he spoke, “there’s not a time i’m soft around you. that awkward, flustered crap you do? i psychically have to hold it so i don’t lose it. there is nothing about you that i don’t want. nothing i don’t need. baby, i begged to be yours when i saw you, i wanted you so bad.”

you bit your lip, thinking, “m’kay . . you sure?”

rafe grabbed your head, forcing you to face him when you looked off, “i’m sure i don’t want you thinking you’re not for me. that’s over, ’m all yours. everything that comes with you, i want.”

you nodded in his hands, “right . . when did you cut someone off to call me?” you furrowed a brow.

“when have i not done that?”