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cute

bf!cute!rafe×gf!reader

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I am not a native English speaker, read at your own risk.and send requests about what you would like to read.

annotation :Rafe is begging you to delete the Instagram post where he's wearing makeup, where you practically made him sit still while you painted him and made him pout for effect by signing: "My beloved does everything I say."

"Delete it, baby, delete it, delete it, delete it, please," sounded so pleading that it was almost pathetic.

But you're having fun. Not everyone gets to see Rafe Cameron himself begging, right? Especially when you're his favorite girl, whom he can't handle, and so you do whatever your heart desires.

"No, honey, I like it. You're so cute there," you said almost boringly, looking at him innocently and almost mockingly pinching his cheek, touched by his expression.

He's so cute.

"Baby!" he exclaims desperately, but he doesn't move away, just leans on you harder to pin you to the mattress and take your phone.

"Topper has already eaten into my brain that it's a damn heel!"

"Aren't you like that?"

You pouted, raising an eyebrow for emphasis. There was a moment's silence, followed by a disappointed groan.

"Yes, I am," he snorted, trying to look damn angry and annoyed, but it only touched you even more.

"But they don't have to know, you know. They can't know that I'm under your damn thumb and doing whatever you want. Come on, baby, get out," he went on a long moan.

You couldn't stand it, so you squinted, holding the phone tighter just in case, so that he wouldn't pick it up ahead of time before you inserted the conditions.

"You'll buy me ten stuffed animals, and they'll be on our bed. Agreed?"

It was tough because he literally hated the way your toys, which you didn't need at all, were lying on the bed.

You thought he wouldn't agree, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great, at least twenty. Get out, baby. We'll go get them right now, if you want."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, but you smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips before going to your page and deleting the photo. Under his close supervision, of course. This made him groan softly at the number of likes the post had garnered.

"Whiner," you whispered, putting down your phone. You just saw his face relax with relief and jumped off the bed. Finally, she exclaimed, "It's time to buy neighbors for our bed!"

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accidentally

bf!rafe×shy!reader

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warning:I AM NOT A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER.I HOPE IT TURNED OUT OKAY.

"Rafe..." she whispers softly, feeling her face flush. "You promised not to do this..." She stands in front of the mirror, pressing her fingertips to the bright, shamefully noticeable hickey on her neck, which is visible from afar.

She's embarrassed and worried that others might see it. At this time, Rafe, lazily lying on his stomach on the edge of the bed, his arm dangling, taps his fingers on the floor, looking up at her guiltily, as if he really regrets. He might even sigh softly.

"I know, baby, I know. It happened completely by accident, you know?" — he justifies himself, while she purses her lips, runs her gaze over her neck in search of other marks, hoping that they are gone. He continues, lifting the corner of his lips.:

"It's just so damn hard to hold back when you look at me. So disheveled, so sexy, with those most adorable moans that I want..."

But before he can finish, she interrupts him, blushing even more.:

"No, stop, stop, Rafe! I get it!"

She covers her burning cheeks with her palms and sighs. He chuckles lightly, running his hand through his short haircut. Finally, he gets out of bed and walks over to her. His strong arms wrap around her waist and then pull her against his chest. He gently, like a feather, runs his fingertip over his "creation", kissing her temple. Then he rests his cheek against her shoulder, admiring their reflection in the mirror.

"How am I going to go to the beach with this now? "She mumbles, pursing her lips.

He raises his eyebrows, smiling sweetly, which makes a dimple appear on his cheek. Then he calmly replies:

"Usually. Like all the other girls, they go to the beach with hickeys from their boyfriends," he replies with a touch of irony.

He gives her a quick peck on the lips and walks away to the door.

"Now get dressed, everyone's waiting for us, baby." — He says.

"Rafe...!"

Before she could protest, he was already out the door and hurrying down the stairs. She heard him shout at her, knowing she wanted to say something.

"I can't hear you, baby, tell me later!" — He drawled. And she sighed and realized that she had lost, but a slight smile touched the corners of her lips.

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𐦍red lipstick𐦍

rafe×reader

warning:I AM NOT A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER.I HOPE IT TURNED OUT OKAY.

It was a terrible predicament. So terrible, in fact, that it caused an ache deep within my very being.

She was a terrible person.

Someone might ask, what was the problem? It would seem so easy to tell him about your feelings for him. Walk up to him during a chance meeting and say, “Hi, Rafe, I like you.” But no, no, and no again. Just thinking about it made her want to scream in frustration. He hadn't responded to her feelings, and he never would. She was just his only best friend.

His best friend, for heaven’s sake.

And she heard it whenever given the chance. Always the same words: “Doll, you know you’re my best buddy. I’m so grateful to have you in my life.”

Those words were ingrained in her mind. She repeated them a hundred times daily, even anticipating when he would utter them.

Whether he was intoxicated or under the influence.

Whenever he texted or called her to come pick him up.

Or when she did so herself.

Always, always...

She would listen to his former girlfriends and nod sagely when he spoke ill of them. Deep within, she hoped he would say, "This is why I want you to be my partner." But it never happened. Never.

Even when, drunk, she whispered to him how much she loved him, helping him get into bed, he just waved her off and replied: "I love you too, doll. I'm so lucky to have you." His words sounded empty, devoid of genuine feeling.

It was simply luck.

Even when she smiled wanly at him, aware that he would not notice, or when she adorned her lips with a vivid shade of red, intending to leave accidental traces of lipstick, he failed to notice. To her, it served as a reminder that other women would notice these traces and remain unattached to him.

Even when she had a picture of them where she left lipstick marks.

And even when he discovered this and, chuckling, called her eccentric and obsessed, she, of course, laughed in response, rolling her eyes in mock bewilderment.calling him a dreamer.saying that he just wants to believe it.

without admitting that he's right.

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call me at three in the morning

exbf!rafe×desperate!reader

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warning:I AM NOT A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER.I HOPE IT TURNED OUT OKAY.

"Rafe…"

Her lips parted in a soft whisper, trembling with a plea that seemed to echo through the line like static on a telephone. On the other end, there was still silence, a dead air between them that was all too familiar. Then, finally, a muffled voice broke the silence: "Is everything okay, honey?" It was enough to shatter her composure, making her forget why she had called her ex in the middle of the night, but he remained silent. He did not answer either her or the woman who must have been awakened by the call, for it was obvious that they were sleeping together.

Finally, he spoke, his voice soft, as if he had been holding his breath. His words were hoarse, as if he had just woken from sleep. "Why did you call?"

She was silent now, only the sound of her ragged breathing could be heard as the smoke from her cigarette filled her lungs and then escaped in a sigh. With a trembling hand, she pressed the phone against her ear, despairingly, resting her forehead on her knee. A tear rolled down her cheek, and her lips tightened.

She left him behind and now she is waiting, as if he will return to her, speak to her, and not continue on with his life.

“How are you?” she asks, matter-of-factly, posing a question she had no intention of asking. This elicits a quiet, perplexed chuckle from the other end of the line.

“Really? Is that why you phoned me at three in the morning to inquire about my well-being? Well, I’m doing fine, especially considering I was asleep.”

His words struck to the core, causing bile to rise in her throat. He spoke calmly and steadily, his tone matching hers, yet his words left her wanting to die right then and there. She simply yearned for the sound of his voice.

"I see," she replies softly, swallowing hard, extinguishing her cigarette on the pristine white tiles of her bathroom. She sits against the cool grey wall, slouching forward, feeling her vertebrae pressing against the surface, almost as if they would pierce through.

She hears him sigh, and then it is like a quiet, humble “alright”. It makes him feel uneasy too, as if she is forcing him to say it. She rises, leaning against the wall with one hand, and walks to the full bathtub, where the water has grown lukewarm in the meantime, like Rafe’s feelings for her have grown cold. She presses the phone against her ear, stripping off her clothes and leaving them on the chilly tile. Carefully, so that no sound of her movements can be heard in the oppressive silence, she carefully steps into the bathroom and sinks down, causing her body to shiver from the slight chill.

“How was your day?” she asks, biting her dry lips and closing her eyes. She hears another heavy sigh and a rustle. She imagines that he has run his hand across his face, the way he always does when he is tired.

“As usual, just like any other day,” he exhales. He strikes a lighter and lights a cigarette.

"Listen, what is it that you want?" he asked with a smile that stung her ears. She did not know what to say, for he was right, she had brought this upon herself. She had brought him to where he was with someone else, and now she was calling him just to hear his voice. Instead of talking to him two months ago, as she worried, she had shut herself away, distancing herself from him without a word, leaving him behind, thinking it was the best course of action.

When she finally mustered the courage to respond, to tell him how she felt, he interrupted her with a long sigh, "Listen, stop this, do not call me again, okay? Good night. Next time, call me at three in the morning to get my attention." And then came the beeps of him hanging up, his final words almost a taunt.