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[rafesdollette]

LATE NIGHT DRIVES

PAIRING: BSF!RAFE X SWEETHEART!FEM!READER

summary: Rafe cherished these drives with you. Where you both would blare your wildly different music, talk about anything that came to mind, and stop at random convenience stores for snacks. It was the only time where he felt genuinely relaxed and content.

a/n: okayy new setup? 🫣 I dunno, I'm trying it out but I likee. very professional, very cutesy. Anyway, this is my first well thought out writing so please do leave constructive criticism if you think I could do something different next time...

word count: 0.6k

The route to your house was second nature by now. He's been there so much that he almost knows it better than his own home. which he doesn't mind at all, cause your house was basically his second home.

As you lie in your bed, your phone buzzes with an "I'm outside" text from Rafe. So per routine, you get up, throwing on the first hoodie in reach and heading out of the door.

He blows out out a breath, letting out a low "Its about fucking time" as you get in his truck.

"yeah yeah, it wasn't that long. you're just impatient"

he pulls out of your driveway, scoffing slightly "I must have plenty of patience, I deal with you, don't I? and put your seat belt on."

Once your seat belt is fastened, he begins driving on the road, having no destination in mind like usual. For a while, it's just silence between you two. Which isn't uncommon for both of you, it's familiar and more comforting than he'd like to admit.

"Lets stop at a gas station for snacks" you request, looking out the window

He nods, a murmured "sure" leaving his lips as he drives in the direction of the nearest gas station.

Entering the gas station, you immediately make your way toward the section with candy, picking out packages of a variety of candies while he heads towards the chips.

Once you both have gathered a good amount of snacks for each of you, which you both are gonna end up sharing anyway, you set them down on the counter as the cashier to rings up all of the items that he ends up paying for like usual since he'll throw a fit if he doesn't.

When you both make it into the car, he drives to the usual spot you both spend nights at. An empty parking lot. "Oh my gosh, turn it up!" you motion to the radio, smiling widely.

He groans as he turns up the radio "What the hell is this? Taylor Swift?"

"Sabrina Carpenter" you correct "And it's good, just listen."

"Yeah, I'd rather not" he replies as he takes a few gummy bears from the bag in your lap. He always claims to hate your music taste but you always find him humming a beat to one of the songs you pick out during a drive.

He leans back into his seat, chewing slowly as he listens to the lyrics. "You listen to some dirty music" he chuckles

"Hey, she's not that bad. You should see her on tour though, you'll have a stroke."

he raises his eyebrow, an amused expression on his face "really, huh? what, are you gonna go?"

you hum, shaking your head "No. I want to, though. But her tickets are kinda pricey. Maybe if I have extra money to spend soon."

"I'll take you."

The Skittles you were eating nearly get stuck in your throat as you look at him in bewilderment "What?! No! Rafe, that's too much money."

he shrugs "It's fine. I wanna do it. Just let me? Please?" of course he wouldn't bat an eye at spending that much money, he was loaded.

you hesitate for a moment, but seeing the insistence in his eyes, you eventually nod slightly "Fine. You can take me. But I'm paying you back eventually, alright?"

"Mm okay, sure. Deal." he agrees, even though he knows when it comes time for you to pay him back, he'll either give the money right back to you or refuse it.

"Thank you, Rafe. I appreciate it." you smile, genuinely touched by his willingness to spend that much money on you. It was rare that he went out of his way to please someone.

"Mhm, of course" he smiles back before throwing a gummy bear your way "consider it a late birthday gift."

"my birthday was like nine months ago, but okay."

"Mm yeah, just go with it" he chuckles, reaching over and talking your hand.

That was definitely new...

[wixenhq]

✧･ﾟ: oh, it's so good to see your faces ! please welcome CHIARA ZABINI & MARCUS FLINT as played by STEPHY ! JUSTIN FINCH-FLETCHLEY & ASTORIA GREENGRASS as played by LEXA ! please check your dms for the link to the server, where you’ll find more information on how to get started. we’re so happy to have you with us at WIXEN and we can't wait to write with you !

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( nauteya whyee, twenty seven, demi woman, she / they ) ⸻ ( SURVIVED ) have you had a chance to meet ( CHIARA ZABINI ), yet? you would definitely remember ( nails filed to stiletto tips almost as high as those that she wears, family power and dynamics passed down and upheld with relish, holding the cards and playing them as you see fit  ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( AMBITIOUS & DUTIFUL ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( HEADSTRONG & DUPLICITIOUS ). you’ll normally find ( her ) at ( THE WHYTE WYVERN ) when they aren’t working as a ( LAWYER AT WIZENGAMOT ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( CHIARA ) I can hear ( FANTASY by KALI UCHIS ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻ ( stephy, twenty five, est, she / her, none )

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( emilio sakraya, thirty, cis man, he / him ) ⸻ ( REVIVED ) have you had a chance to meet ( MARCUS FLINT ), yet? you would definitely remember ( grating laughter as someone speeds past you on a broom, dark eyes staring at you from across the room, a hand print like a brand on the back of your neck ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( CHARMING & DECISIVE ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( POSSESSIVE & VENGEFUL ). you’ll normally find ( him ) at ( DREAD WRATH AND BEYOND ) when they aren’t working as a ( CHASER FOR THE VRATSA VULTURES ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( MARCUS ) I can hear ( DROP THE WORLD by LIL WAYNE ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻ ( stephy, twenty five, est, she / her, none )

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( keeahwah, twenty five, ciswoman, she/her ) ⸻ ( SURVIVED) have you had a chance to meet ( ASTORIA GREENGRASS ), yet? you would definitely remember ( glazed lip gloss, welcoming yourself to your own cage, perfume clinging to silk sheets, laughter like sodapop, the yearning for more, lovely bones and a bright heart, a trunk filled with jewelry, expensive dresses and red lipstick ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( INTELLIGENT & OUTGOING ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( MANIPULATIVE & MATERIALISTIC ). you’ll normally find ( her ) at ( THE WIZENGAMOT ) when they aren’t working as ( LAWYER ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( ASTORIA ) I can hear ( FORMIDABLE by STROMAE ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻ ( lexa, twenty four, est, she/her, n/a 

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( jacob elordi, twenty seven, cisman, he/him ) ⸻ ( SURVIVED ) have you had a chance to meet ( JUSTIN FINCH-FLETCHLEY ), yet? you would definitely remember ( a half empty bottle of wine, a sarcastic tone, the peak of a high, looking down from your place in an ivory tower, the taste of sweet bourbon, a lonely mansion on top of a hill, sharing an affection amongst friends, the hope of breaking a cycle  ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( EXTROVERTED & HUMOROUS ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( EGOCENTRIC & OBNOXIOUS ). you’ll normally find ( him ) at ( ST. MUNGO'S ) when they aren’t working as ( RESIDENT ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( JUSTIN ) I can hear ( OCEAN EYES by BILLIE EILISH ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻ ( lexa, twenty four, est, she/her, n/a )

[rafesdollette]

SLEEPOVER WITH SECRET!BF!RAFE

a/n: i got a request for this a few weeks ago but the ask deleted itself so I'm so sorry to whoever sent that! and i'm trying to get out of my writers block so enjoy...whatever this is. (not sure how I feel about this) not proofread!!

cw: contains smut, 18+

“come over? just for a little bit?” rafe asked as he looked at you through the facetime camera. it's been a rough day for him and you were really the only person he wanted to see right now. but it was past midnight and you weren't supposed to be out of the house around this time, let alone going to his house.

you've been told by your parents to stay away from him—countless times, actually. rafe knew he had some...things to work on, but in his mind, he wasn't that bad. at least towards you. “dunno rafe...'m already in trouble for skipping school yesterday.” you frown, tapping your manicured finger on the side of your phone. rafe sighed, sitting up against his headboard “please? it'll be quick. i'll sneak ya in and out.”

you were hesitating and that's something rafe could see clearly, but he was desperate. you were one of the only people he actually cared about these days and he didn't want to be alone right now, especially not at night.

“please..? you're the only person i want to see right now.” he pleaded, almost begging in a way. he was never one to beg, but it was the only thing he could think of that could convince you to come.

you thought it over as you bit the inside of your cheek. you knew how it would end if your parents found out you snuck out of your house. “isn't sarah home though?” rafe was silent for a moment, his hand running through his hair “no...she's out. won't be home 'til morning” he murmured. that was one less obstacle so it was one good thing. but you still weren't sure. rafe was your boyfriend and you cared about him, but sneaking out wasn't the best idea right now. “but my parents said-”

“i know sweetheart and i'm not tryna get you in trouble, but i swear it'll be like thirty minutes.” he cut you off, his tone almost desperate. you bit your lip as you leaned back against your headboard. “rafe...” you trailed off with a sigh. you weren't saying no right away, but you weren't saying yes either. it was clear you were conflicted as you hesitated before adding, “okay, fine. but just for thirty minutes. not a second longer.”

rafe's face lit up as he heard you agree. he knew he could be convincing if he wanted to and he was so glad it worked this time. “thank you baby, be outside waiting. i'll come get you.” with that, he ended the facetime, standing from his bed as he grabbed a jacket and his keys. it didn't take long for you to change into some shorts and a hoodie and put your shoes on. you carefully crept out of your room and out into the livingroom, pausing to listen for any noises. once you were sure your parents were asleep, you opened up the front door and slipped outside, shutting the door quietly behind you. by the time you were out of your house, rafe was already parked outside.

rafe was leaning against the door of his car as he waited for you. he heard the door open and shut, looking up and seeing you walking towards him. he could see you were nervous, but it didn't stop him from pulling you into a tight hug. “hey,” he greeted, his voice tired but he felt better with you in his arms. you returned his hug, leaning into the embrace. “hey...” you murmured back, your tone almost equally as tired. you could feel the exhaustion in him as he hugged you and you felt the need to ask, “you okay?”

rafe let out a sigh against your shoulder, giving you a light squeeze before leaning back “not really...” he mumbled, releasing his hold on you reluctantly. he opened the passenger side door for you, waiting until you got in before shutting the door and walking around to get into the driver's side.

you got into his car, leaning back in the seat as you looked over him. you could tell something was bothering him by the look on his face and his tone of voice. it's been a long time since he sounded that exhausted. “...rough day?”

rafe ran a hand over his face, looking over to you wearily “rough life.” he mumbled, starting up the car as he pulled out from the curb. “seatbelt.” you hummed quietly as you reached out to grab the seatbelt, buckling yourself in. you decided not to ask more about what exactly was bothering him; in time, he'd probably talk about it.

the car ride was silent as rafe drove back to his house. you didn't mind though, figuring that he needed the silence in order to calm his head for a bit. a few moments passed before he parked in his driveway, unlocking the doors and getting out. he came around the side and opened your door for you, offering his hand to help you out of the car.

you slipped your hand into his, letting him help you out of the car. walking through his yard, he quietly unlocked his front door and let you in first. “wheezie's home so we're gonna have to be quiet” he said as he shut the door behind him, locking it again.

you followed him inside “gotcha” you whispered as you looked around. “is she awake? i don't wanna be the reason she doesn't sleep.”

“she's asleep.” he mumbled, nodding towards the stairwell. “come on..” he took your hand again, quietly leading you upstairs to his bedroom. once inside, he closed the door and locked it before turning on his bedside lamp and walking over to his bed.

you followed him to his bed, crawling onto it and moving to lay back against the pillows. you could still see the exhaustion in his body as he laid down next to you, his head resting against your shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “wanna talk about anything...?” rafe was silent for a moment, almost as if he was thinking about your question. he really didn't wanna talk about anything at all. all he wanted was to lay here with you, which he thought to himself as he shook his head. “nah”

you nodded once he answered, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as you closed your eyes. you could tell he didn't want to talk and you were okay with that. you both laid there in comfortable silence, no sounds besides the sound of your breathing and the occasional passing of a car outside. “can i do anything to help?”

it felt good to lay here with you. it was the only real peace he's felt in weeks and it helped calm him a little. when you spoke again, he lifted his head to look at you, his tired eyes meeting yours.

he moved a bit closer to you, his arm around your waist tightening as his head rested on your chest. “this is more than enough for me, sweetheart” he murmured, his fingers brushing against your side. “i do have a request though”

you looked down at him, your fingers lightly running through his hair as you waited for him to speak. you could tell he was still thinking about something and you waited patiently before finally speaking, “what is it?” rafe's eyes closed as your fingers ran through his hair. he loved when you did that and it relaxed him greatly

he was still silent for a few more moments before finally speaking. “i need to relieve some stress.” he murmured, his fingers gently brushing against your waist once more before suddenly resting right above the drawstring of your shorts.

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“a-ah shit, rafe” your hands clench by your sides as rafe glides his tip between your drenched folds, looking down at you with this tongue between his teeth. “mmh...this wet already, darling? barely even touched ya yet.” rafe hummed, smirking down at you. all you can do is nod and let out a whimper as he tapped his cock against your cunt. “nuh-uh, words. none of that whimpering shit”

you were already a stuttering, whimpering mess as he ran his fingers over your clit. you needed more from him, wanted to feel more of him, but you knew that he wasn't going to give that to you until you answered.

you let out a shaky breath as you looked up at him, eyes wide. “yes!” you quickly whimpered, “been thinking about it all night. please, please rafe...” you whimpered, your hips bucking up in an attempt to get more from him. “i know baby, i know” rafe murmured, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he teased your clit with his thumb again “been so long since you've had this cock, yeah?”

you nodded rapidly, eyes pleading him to do something, anything. you wanted him so badly and you could tell he was just teasing, which was driving you absolutely insane. “rafe..." you murmured, your voice trembling a little. rafe chuckled softly, shaking his head “come on. don't get all shy with me now. tell me what you want” he said with a smirk, his fingers still moving over your clit, barely applying pressure. he could feel you shaking beneath him, which encouraged him to tease you a little more. “tsk tsk i want an answer. i know you know how to talk, baby. i just wanna hear your pretty little voice say it.”

you swallowed hard as you looked up at him from under your lashes; he looked so damn proud of himself. you were almost positive he got off on teasing you like this, and the last thing you wanted to do was give him that satisfaction. but your patience was wearing thin and you were getting desperate. you just wanted him to touch you already, but he was always so stubborn. you ran your tongue over your bottom lip as you met his gaze again, your voice shaking a little as you finally spoke up, “n-need you rafe…please...”

“mmh, that's my good girl. i knew you could do it baby.” rafe murmured, finally pushing his cock into your aching hole, causing both of you to let out simultaneous moans. “a-ah fuck” you gasp, gripping onto his biceps as he pushes all the way in, making you groan at the feeling, his cock slowly slipping all the way down, filling you to the hilt, “so fuckin' tight” he groans under his breath at the feeling of your narrow pussy engulfing his member.

you whimper as he remains motionless, denying you the much needed friction. “mmh what do we say after i give you something, baby?”

you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he murmured the question into your ear. he knew what he was doing. he knew exactly how to get you to say what he wanted you to say, knowing how well he filled you up and how he wasn't moving. you moaned quietly, hands moving to grip onto his back as you looked up at him with watery eyes, “thank you.”

rafe hummed and nodded against your neck, lightly kissing just under your ear as he lifted his head, “good girl.” he said “you're welcome, my love. anytime.”

he finally pulled his hips back a little, thrusting back into you “you feel so damn good, baby.” he breathed before beginning to thrust into you harder, repeatedly hitting your cervix deliciously “been too long without having you.” he murmured, his hand gripping onto the back of your thigh, lifting your leg up over his shoulder. the change of position caused his cock to slide even deeper, making you gasp.

you whimpered at the feeling of him hitting your sweet spot, unable to speak clearly “oh...oh g-god rafe” you tried, your eyes already shut as you tried to move your hips in time with his. he could feel your nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red indents. “look at me.” he murmured in your ear, his hand reaching down to grab your chin, turning your face towards his “look at me while i'm fucking you, sweetheart. ” your mind goes a little blank for a moment when he says that, only able to focus on the feeling of him inside you. it takes a few seconds before you manage to open your eyes again, meeting his gaze. rafe's eyes are focused on you, a small smirk on his lips as he sees you staring “there you are.” he hums, biting down on his lip once he feels you start to clench around him “shit, you gonna cum already?”

“yeah...mmh, so close ray.” you moan, struggling to keep your eyes on him as his hand reaches to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing tight circles. “so fast, sweetheart?” rafe murmured with a smirk “been that long, huh? gonna make a mess all over my cock already?” you don't even have time to respond before your orgasm hits you hard, your body shaking as the coil in your stomach snapped. eyes squeezed shut, walls clenching around his twitching shaft. the way your pussy cinched around him is all rafe needed to go over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside you.

“mmh ray?” you murmur, looking up at him with your glossy eyes. “hm?”

“think 'm gonna stay here tonight.”

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© rafesdollette

[rafesdollette]

future!dad!rafe headcannons

a/n: a little something cause I'm home alone

future!dad!rafe who dedicated an entire week to decorating the nursery for their baby once they found out the gender.

future!dad!rafe who makes sure you never lift a finger ever since that test came back positive, always doing the easiest tasks for you no matter how many times you refuse and insist on doing it yourself.

future!dad!rafe who always helps you shift into awkward (but comfortable) positions at night when you can't sleep due to the heaviness of your bump, and still makes sure to find a way to cuddle you regardless of the position.

future!dad!rafe who drops everything he's doing if you're having a particularly difficult day with your pregnancy, to come comfort you.

future!dad!rafe who loves to try all of the 'weird' cravings you have just to see you watch him intentionally, seeing if he likes it as much as you do.

future!dad!rafe who stays up while you're sleeping to research things that'll make your pregnancy easier and parenting tips.

future!dad!rafe who raves to his friends about how excited he is to meet his child and how much he loves them already.

future!dad!rafe who's already planning on getting you pregnant again as soon as he can since he's enjoying all of the little quirks of your pregnancy.

© rafesdollette

[rafesdollette]

NEW NEIGHBOR: BOY NEXT DOOR SERIES (1)

PAIRING: NEIGHBOR!RAFE X LUX!BABYDOLL!READER

SUMMARY It's your first day in obx and your neighbor isn't exactly what you expected.

GENRE: Fluff!

WORD COUNT 1,138

a/n: EEE first series I'm so excited!! This whole concept has been in the making before I even started this account so I'm so glad I'm finally making it happen. by the way, I don't care about this being a lil cliche cause I write for me and my enjoyment so if you don't like it, don't take the time out of your day to make a comment about it. SCROLL

Setting your last box down that's labeled 'kitchen', you glance out of your window, seeing a truck drive past your house and park at the one next to you. You were aware someone lived next to you but you weren't exactly sure who since no one was there when you first arrived.

This is your first home away from your family who lives all the way in Virginia and you've lived in that house since you could remember, so you're not sure what to expect of a neighbor.

As the car comes to a stop in the parking lot, you watch as a tall, short haired blonde guy gets out of the truck. His back was turned to you but you could tell by just the way he walked that he was entitled and maybe even a little snobby.

But still, you were a nice person so of course you were still gonna make an effort to talk to him.

So, you make your way over to his lawn as he mutters some sort of sarcastic comment under his breath as he watches you approach.

“Can I help you?” He asks with a bored expression on his face as he takes in the Saxs Fifth Avenue satin dress you were wearing. You definitely had money.

“Yeah, actually. I was just introducing myself. I'm your new neighbor-” He waves a hand, cutting you off before you can even say your name.

“Yeah yeah I know who you are, princess.” Of course he knew who you were already, the island wasn't exactly huge.

“Right. And you are?” You ask, not missing how he called you 'princess' in almost a mocking way. You weren't sure if it infuriated you , turned you on, or both.

He scoffs in disbelief, looking at you in absolute bewilderment. He was goddamn Rafe Cameron. How did you not know that? “Are you serious? What kind of question is that? Everyone knows me.”

You roll your eyes in response. “Well I don't, that's why I asked.”

“Rafe.” He simply answers. He didn't seem to talk a lot.

“Mm, okay.”

Rafe scoffs again, seemingly surprised by your lack of reaction to his name. “So you haven't heard of me?”

“No...I just got here today, remember?”

“Yeah, I got that the first time.”

You weren't sure what pissed you off more, his lack of enthusiasm or his smartass responses to everything.

“And where are you from, anyway?” He asks as his eyes look over you skeptically. “New York?”

“Virginia” you correct with a slight raise of your eyebrow “Why did you guess New York?”

He shrugs. It was either because of the way you dressed or the way you just carried yourself like you were from an expensive part of the city and aspired to be a model or something along those lines. “Just an assumption.”

You weren't exactly sure how to take his 'assumption' since all the people you met from New York were unhinged but either way, you were flattered.

“Need help unpacking or something?” He asks as he glances over at your house. From where he was standing, he could see right into your living room window that was currently filled with boxes.

The question surprised both of you since he knew he normally wouldn't help anyone without something in return, nor would he consider himself polite or 'neighborly', and it seemed you knew that too. But for some reason, he found himself wanting to help you out for whatever reason. Even though you guys barely even had a full conversation yet.

Once you nod and murmur a “Sure”, you lead him inside your house as he takes a good look around. He knew you had money by the way you dressed but he didn't know you were this well off. Your house was almost as nice as his...almost.

“You live alone or...?” he questions as he looks around at all the boxes you have scattered throughout the space.

“Just me” You step over a few boxes before adding “Oh and London”

He was about to ask who the hell 'London' was until he saw a golden retriever puppy with a pink ribbon tied onto each of their ears, padding into the living room where both of you stood.

Not too many people on the island had dogs unless they were for emotional support so he was a bit surprised to find out you had one of your own. He assumed yours wasn't for emotional support since you seemed fine to him, but then again, you can never tell. And he wasn't gonna ask either cause he wasn't that much of an asshole

He hums as he squats down to scratch behind London's ears “How old is she?” He wasn't exactly certain why he was suddenly so invested in your dog considering how much of an asshole he was acting just a few minutes ago, but he wasn't gonna dwell on that so much right now.

“Two months” You respond as you adjust her collar

His eyes move down to London's collar as you adjust it, scoffing quietly once he sees the Dolce & Gabbana logo on it. Of course you'd spend money on something like that. But then again, he was in no place to judge since he spent his money on alcohol and drugs.

When he finally stands up from interacting with London, he looks around the area again before asking “So where exactly do you want me to start?”

You shrug, looking around with pursed lips before answering “I mean, you could take the kitchen if you want.”

Rafe nods before picking up a few of the boxes and disappearing into the kitchen while you head off to start unpacking your room.

After about an hour and a half of both of you unpacking, you finally got your room mostly done and Rafe got all of the dishes put away in the cupboards.

“Need help with anything else?” He asks as he enters your living room where you're sorting out more boxes.

You shake your head “Nah”

He found himself a little disappointed by your answer for some reason. He'd be lying if he said he didn't wanna talk to you more. “You into partying?”

You shrug, not looking up from the boxes as you answer “Kinda. It just depends on the party.”

“Soo would you come to one of mine? They're pretty legendary.” It was true. Everyone always raved about a Rafe Cameron party since they were always the most chaotic and exciting parts of everyone's week.

“I don't think so.”

He rolls his eyes at your response. Normally people would be thrilled if he personally asked you to one of his parties, but you didn't seem at all fazed. You just shot him down without a second thought. “And why not?”

“I'm new to the island. What am I gonna do at a party? It seems pointless.”

He purses his lips, nodding slowly as he tries to come up with some sort of counter argument. “Well what better way to meet new people, right? Plus, you could always just hangout with me and my friends so you're not standing on a wall all night.”

He's not sure why he's so adamant on you going to this party or why he's offering to introduce you to his friends, he barely knows you. He waits for a few seconds before adding a “Please.”

Rafe wasn't one to beg. At all. He never begged for anything ever in his life, nor did he think he ever would. But here he is, begging a girl he just met to go to one of his parties.

“Fine.” You reluctantly agree. You weren't sure what made you say yes but you did. It was probably your own curiosity or the man in front of you. “I'll be there, when is it?”

He grins “Thursday at 9”

[rafesdollette]

GHOSTED — childhood best friends

x BABYDOLL!reader

SUMMARY: almost eight years of no contact after leaving obx, you run into your childhood best friend at a New Years celebration.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

AUTHORS NOTE: bombpop series yay or nay?? i'm also tired and lowkey high off the paint fumes in my room so if something doesn't make sense, look away.

WARNINGS: mention of drug and alcohol addiction, kinda angsty

You never thought you'd come back, no one did. Leaving outer banks was tough on everyone that knew you, but Rafe struggled the most. So bad, that after six months of 'keeping in touch' through texts and long video calls, he cut you out of his life.

It all happened slowly. The rush to get off calls, one word responses to texts. Then one day everything just stopped completely. No explanation ever came either, which made it all worse for you.

Rafe didn't do it to hurt you of course, he wouldn't do that to you. He just couldn't take not seeing you in person or helping you sneak out of your house at night to go walk on the beach or doing stupid stuff to piss off Sarah.

He missed you dearly, especially the small silly things like saying "over the sun" instead 'over the moon' when you were happy about something.

So he took the solution he thought was best at the time, and just disappeared. But as he grew older, the more he came to regret his decision and realized his feelings we're much deeper.

He didn't care how many people told him he was 'too young' to know what love was at that time, he loved you. And there's probably a huge part of him that still does.

So that's why he's been staying cooped up at home since he heard you were back and visiting the island. He definitely wanted to see you, but what was he even supposed to say when he did? There was a plethora of things he wanted to say but he was never good with words, so he wasn't even sure where he was supposed to start.

He knew he wouldn't be able to avoid you the whole time you were on the island but he didn't expect to see you so soon, he hadn't prepared. He probably should have figured you'd come to the gathering for new years at tannyhill, it was always your favorite part of the year.

He's positive he looks like a weirdo right now, practically hiding behind Kelce to stop you from seeing him. “Dude just go talk to her, she won't kill you.” Kelce said, trying to nudge him forward.

“Hell, she might! She's probably still pissed.” Rafe mumbles as he continues to attempt staying out of sight.

“I doubt she's still holding that grudge, Rafe.” Kelce remarked with an eye roll.

Rafe knew he was probably annoying the hell out of his friend right now, but he couldn't help it. He was scared and anxious, which was new for him. He was typically very sure of himself but he felt an immense amount of guilt for pushing you away all of those years ago.

“Well, you're spotted anyway” Kelce said, nodding towards you on the other side of the backyard, looking at Rafe as Sarah pointed towards him.

“Shit.” Rafe muttered, hesitating for a moment before awkwardly waving in your direction.

He expected you to just wave back and get back to whatever you were doing, maybe even ignore him. But you walked back over to him. fuck.

“Uh, hi...y/n” Rafe said, avoiding eye contact

“Hey, Rafe.” You respond with a slight smile. You were glad to see him, despite what he did.He's not sure why, but a little bit of his tension relived when you spoke. At least you didn't seem too upset yet.

“So uh...how have you been?” He asked hesitantly.

“I've been...okay. I graduated high school a couple of years ago and now I'm majoring in fashion design. Not much is new besides that. How about you though?” He knew you would be doing good things with your life, you always said you would.

“I've been good too, nothing new.” He lied. Well actually, it wasn't a full lie. Nothing huge was actually new with him. He was just leaving out the part about his drinking problems and drug addiction.

You could tell that he was hiding something, but you didn't press him on it. You knew he wouldn't tell you anyway. Maybe with a little more time. “You've changed.” You said softly.

He didn't respond at first, instead looking away.

“Yeah, I guess I have..you've changed too.” He said, taking in how you had grown. You honestly looked exactly how he imagined you growing up.

“It has been a while, hasn't it? Eight years, at least.” you said

He nods in agreement “Too long…” he muttered. He knew he could've reached out again at any time, so why didn't he? He honestly didn't know. He had missed you, he'd thought of you often. But something had kept him from contacting you.

You noticed his distant expression and wondered what he could be thinking about. You thought back to the day you left, the day you both promised each other to stay in touch. And that promise remained, until it just...didn't.

At first, you waited for his message. Then you hoped for a call. But as months turned to years and still no contact from him, you figured he just didn't care anymore.

“Hey, how about we go for a walk on the beach? Like we used to?” He suggests. Though it was clear it wasn't really a suggestion, more of a demand since he already started walking towards his car and expecting you to follow.

“Oh, uh sure.” you agree, walking with him as he leads you to his car.

The car ride is mostly silent besides the occasional awkward small talk and the quiet music playing on the radio.

As you both walked along the shoreline, the only sounds were the soft crashing of the waves and your footsteps in the sand. It was all so familiar, but still awkward. Neither of you knew where to even start.

The silence continued for a while longer until he spoke up, breaking the quiet. “I'm sorry” he starts in a whisper “I should've given you some sort of explanation or not have ghosted you in the first place. It wasn't at all fair to you and I just...” he sighs, running a hand down his face. Why was it so hard to put his thoughts into words?

“Rafe...” he waves a hand, cutting you off before you can utter anything else. He just needed to get this out already, he's been holding it in for way too long.

You weren't expecting an apology, at least this soon. Rafe had never been the type to admit he was wrong, you knew that. So why he was apologizing to you, the girl he hadn't seen since he was thirteen, was obscure.

“I missed you a lot, okay?” He begins again after a moment of silence. “I know I should have just waited for you to come visit.”

“I really wanted to keep in contact with you, to call you or text you or...anything, really. But every time I tried, I would freeze up. I thought keeping in touch would still be like you were here. But, it wasn't. I felt like I had to do something to deserve hearing from you. And I couldn't think of anything.” He admitted, feeling pretty pathetic about the whole thing. He never had any kind of trouble talking to people, it was something he was good at. But now he was unable to even type a simple message to you.

You could see that he was really beating himself up over the whole situation, and you didn't particularly enjoy seeing that. “It's okay, Rafe. I understand.” You said, though honestly, you don't.

“No, it's not!” he retorted, getting irritated with himself all over again. “I should've done something.” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. Why hadn't he just sucked it up and sent you a stupid text years ago?

You didn't really have a way to respond to that. So you just continued walking until the silence became too heavy once more.

“Look.” Rafe sighed, stopping in his tracks and turning towards you. “I'm sorry. I've already said that multiple times, I know. But I truly am.” he mumbled, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “I'm not sure why I'm even telling you this, but I guess I was just hoping that...maybe we could start over?” He said slowly.

Start over? What did that even entail? You were torn. You missed the friendship you both had all those years ago. And the idea of rekindling it was nice. Still, the bitterness and confusion inside made it hard to fully trust him. “How would we even do that? I haven't seen you in years, we're practically strangers now.” You state.

He was expecting a little bit of resistance, but it still stung a bit to hear it from you. “I know it's been a long time, but..” he paused, searching for the words to make you understand, “look, I miss this.” he said, waving a hand between the two of you. “I've missed you, I've missed being able to talk to you. The last what, eight years? I've just.. I've been feeling like something has been missing but I couldn't figure out what. And now I realize it's...it's you.”

[rafesdollette]

SABRINA CARPENTER CONCERT

PAIRING: BSF!RAFE X SWEETHEART!FEM!READER

summary: after that night in the car, as Rafe promised, he's taking you to go see Sabrina live.

a/n: per request (and cause I was already thinking of doing it), here's you and Rafey at the short n' sweet tour.

word count: 0.7k

It's been a little over two weeks since Rafe has told you he'd get you tickets and tag along on the short n' sweet tour. In those weeks, you've been in preparation. Making sure everything was planned out since this was your first concert and you wanted it to be perfect.

Preparing your outfit, constantly practicing and perfecting your makeup look, and everything in between.

Rafe thought it was pointless to get all dolled up just to be in a dark, sweaty stadium with a bunch of girls screaming lyrics at the top of their lungs. But of course, he wouldn't question it. He knew how you were. In all honesty, he kinda liked it.

And since you begged and pouted at him for a full thirty minutes, he agreed to match outfits with you from the 'Please Please Please' music video. Even though he had already agreed in his head when you asked the first time, he just liked to see you pout at him like that.

"we look good, don't you think?" you smooth your hair out, looking at the both of you in the reflection of your full length mirror as he nods and hums in agreement to your statement.

"yeah, you're definitely outshining me though" he murmurs, adjusting his belt as his eyes sweep over your outfit. That red dress looked perfect on you.

"we can both be great, Rafey."

"don't call me that." he chuckles, giving you one last look before tapping your lower back "lets get going."

After grabbing your bag and double checking that everything is in there, you both head out and set route to the arena where the concert will be held.

"we need to pregame for the concert" you connect your phone to the car, shuffling the short n' sweet album, causing an amused smirk to graze his lips "pregame? this is a concert we're talking about, not the fucking super bowl."

you shrug "Sabrina is just as important as the super bowl, if not more. at least to me."

he scoffs slightly, mumbling "Now that's some bullshit."

"hey, I said to me. And you're about to miss the turn." you point out the window to the entrance of the arena parking lot.

"Ah, right." he makes a u-turn in order to pull into the bustling parking lot, groaning once he scans the parking lot, seeing no free parking spaces in "I can't believe I let you drag me here" he mutters.

"Hey, I didn't drag you here. You insisted!"

he clicks his tongue, nodding slightly "Mm, true. Then I can't believe I insisted on this. I had no idea what I was getting myself into."

"We're not even in the arena yet. You should save the whining till then."

mocking you as he rolls his eyes, he pulls into a free parking spot and killing the ignition.

As you two get out of the car, he takes your hand as he leads you inside. Which he's been doing a lot lately in these past few weeks.

"You keep holding my hand" you point out. Not that you mind, of course. His hand feels comforting in a way.

"Don't want you getting lost. Lots of people here." Which was half the truth. Being totally honest, he wasn't sure why or how his hand kept finding yours. It just felt right, maybe.

Once you two make it inside the arena and get to your seats, he smiles as he watches your eyes remain focused on the stage, waiting for the show to start.

As the show progresses, he finds himself humming some of the songs, not at all minding being here as much as he lets on.

Once you both make it outside, his arm wraps around your shoulders as he leads you toward the car "That was pretty fun, not gonna lie."

you laugh, leaning into him "Oh, so you're a Carpenter now?"

"hey I didn't say all that. I just mean I can tolerate it now. Your voice is long gone, by the way."

you shrug "It was worth it. Plus, you'll probably make me tea or something in the morning, Rafey."

"What'd I say about calling me that?!"

[rafesdollette]

THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY- (2) BOY NEXT DOOR SERIES

summary — your first 'legendary' obx party with your new neighbor word count — 2.1k authors note — this is my first time writing smut so ntm thank yew. sorry for getting it out later than promised. I've been busy adulting (unfortunately) . and i stayed up til three am writing this so...you're welcome warnings & genre —not proofread. alcohol, !reader being drunk, slight praise kink (?), jealous rafe, fingering, oral (fem receiving) . fluff + smut pairing — NEIGHBOR!RAFE x LUX!BABYDOLL!READER

You weren't sure if legendary would be the correct word to describe your current surroundings. You were thinking more along the lines of uncomfortable. You'd stupidly agreed to this party, just to be standing on the wall with your second cup of an unknown liquid that truthfully, wasn't exactly pleasurable. Though, you were still drinking it for whatever reason. You were dizzy, suffering from a throbbing headache, and pissed off since Rafe decided not to hold up his promise to show up and keep you company.

It's almost been two hours since you've arrived, and still no sign of Rafe. He promised to meet you here whenever he got done doing whatever 'important task' he had to do, which was only supposed to take twenty minutes. At this point, you've texted him at least seventeen times, all for them to be left delivered. You weren't sure if he had forgotten about you, or if he just got caught up in whatever task he was dealing with. Either way, you were still annoyed, considering he damn near begged you to come here.

As you take another sip of the off-putting liquid in your cup, you hear someone's footsteps walking in your direction, as well as a pair of hands on your waist. Obviously you expect it to be Rafe finally deciding to show up, but you're met with otherwise. You turn around, looking up to see someone you recognize as Topper, due to meeting him earlier in the week. You can't say the interactions between the both of you have necessarily been unappealing, he just wasn't someone you'd be interested in spending your time with due to his whole persona. He was honestly the last person you wanted to see.

“Topper, hey.” You force a smile, shifting uncomfortably. From all of the interactions you've had with him, this is the most touchy he's gotten. Probably caused by the alcohol he's obviously been downing all night.

“Hello, pretty lady.” Topper drawls, clearly struggling to stand upright as his hands remained gripped on your waist.

You found yourself desperately but subtly trying to squirm away from his drunken advances. You couldn't deny that Topper had a certain air about him that was less than appealing, particularly considering the current situation in which he was clearly inebriated. Despite your discomfort, you forced a polite smile, willing yourself to remain calm. “Have you seen Rafe?” You ask, looking around the crowd of people “He said he'd meet me here but it's been...” Trailing off, you look down at your phone, seeing the current time “A little over two hours.”

Topper chuckled, the sound coming out as more of a slurred hiccup. “Rafe?” He slurred, his grip on you loosening. “Last time I saw him, he was yelling at Sarah for somethin'." He shrugged, swaying a bit in his stance. “But that was hours ago. He's probably balls deep in some chick right now, knowing him.”

“I doubt that's true,” you retorted. “He promised he'd be here.”

Topper chuckled again, his hand trailing along your hip. “You trust that man too much for someone who just met him what? A week ago?” He drawled. “You could always spend time with me though.”

Though you were slightly uncomfortable, frankly you had nothing better to do. Thus hanging out with Topper was really the only entertaining thing to do around here. So you spend the next hour and a half taking shots and dancing with Topper until you're almost too drunk to even stand.

You're not sure how, but you manage to get outside to the front lawn, drunkenly stumbling to lay on the grass, looking up at the sky for a moment before your eyes close.

You're unaware of how long you've been lying there or if you passed out or not, but you open your eyes to Rafe standing over you with an amused expression on his face. “Are you drunk right now?”

“Mmh, maybe” You respond as you try to stand up, but the intensity of your dizziness makes you fall back down, huffing as you try again. Rafe watches you try a second, third, fourth, and fifth time, all unsuccessful until he sighs, lifting you in a bridal carry across the lawn and back into the house.

“Wait, when did you get here?” You ask as you lazily wrap your arms around his neck to stay steady in his grip, not that you need to though, he has a pretty firm grip on you.

“Not long ago.” He answered, carrying you through the crowd of people. “You're a real handful when you're drunk.” he noted as he carried you inside, his hold steady and secure.

“I'm not drunk.” You insist, despite knowing you were lying. You were beyond drunk, which was clearly evident by how you were currently being carried around like a child.

Rafe snickered, amused by your insistent denial. “You can't even stand up straight” he pointed out. “And your eyes are glassy as hell, which only happens when you're shitfaced. So yes, you're very drunk.”

You open your mouth to argue further, but close it as you realize the pointlessness of arguing with Rafe. You knew he wasn't going to let the idea go until you admitted you were drunk.

Rafe carried you into the living room, gently placing you down on the couch. He sat down next to you, watching you with an amused smirk. “I'm guessing you had a good night?” He asked

You roll your eyes, moving your hair out of your face “Well it's not like you were here to know. I had to hangout with Topper instead.”

Rafe's amusement fades into an irritated frown. “Why would you hangout with Topper?” he asked, his tone a little bit sharper than it was originally.

You notice the irritation in his voice and frown as well.“Because you ditched me.” You replied, a hint of frustration in your voice. “You promised you'd come and meet me but no, I had to wait for almost three hours before you finally showed up.”

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't ditch you." He mumbled in frustration. "I got caught up dealing with some Sarah drama, and when I was finally done, I came to find you. And what do I find? You hanging all over Topper like some drunk fool.”

Your frown deepens at his words. “I was not all over him.” You stated in an attempt to defend yourself. “He was the one all over me. I didn't even want to hangout with him, but you weren't there, so I had no choice.”

Rafe's frown deepened, he wasn't sure why he was getting so upset over this, considering the fact that he just met you not long ago and nor were you together. “You didn't have to hangout with him.” He retorted. “You could've just, I don't know, maybe stayed here and waited for me. But no, you had to go and get drunk with him instead.”

You cross your arms, feeling more and more irritated by the minute. “Oh, so I was expected to just sit here and wait for you? How was I supposed to know when you were coming back? You could've been gone the whole night for all I knew.”

“And another thing.” You continue, still not letting the argument go. “Where were you even at? What was so important that you couldn't even take a second to text me and let me know you weren't coming?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I told you, I was dealing with some Sarah drama. She came to me and said one of the guys had been stealing stuff from her, and wanted me to confront him about it. I wasn't thinking about texting you, I was too focused on figuring things out with her.”

“So you ditched me?”

“No, I didn't ditch you.” Rafe insisted. “I got caught up and just forgot to text you. And it's not like I was gone the whole night. I came looking for you as soon as I was finished”

Rafe watches you for a moment then sighs. “Look, I'm sorry I forgot to text you. But I'm here now, aren't I?”

You can feel your irritation gradually fading, but you still have a slight pout on your face. "Yeah, yeah you're here " you mumbled with a sigh. “But I'm still pissed”

Rafe rolled his eyes, trying not to laugh at your grumpy childish demeanor. “Oh come on, you can't stay mad at me forever” He says as she leans over, taking your heels off of your aching feet.

You huff, avoiding eye contact and crossing your arms. “Yes, I can. I'm very stubborn if you haven't noticed.”

“Well I guess I'll have to find a way for you to make you forgive me”

And that's how you find yourself with your hands on his arms as you sit perched onto his face with your thighs on either side of his head, looking down at him as his tongue flicks between your folds.

"I-I'm not sure if this is really the best..." You try to protest, but the words are lost in the waves of pleasure that wash over you with each flick of his tongue. Your legs trembling so badly now that you can barely hold yourself up, and if it wasn't for his strong grip on your hips, you know you would have collapsed onto him by now. His rough hands slide up your body, his fingers squeezing and massaging their way to your chest. He palms your tits through your shirt, flicking the sensitive nipples with his thumbs in a way that makes you whimper.

“mmmh you taste amazing, fuck.” he groans against your cunt as he circles your clit, sucking the sensitive bud, looking up at you as he does so. You don't even have to look back at him to know he's smirking against you, seeing the way your eyes are dazed and hearing the whimpers and moans he's pulling from you.

Your breath catches in your throat, and suddenly, the room seems way too hot, the air too thick. You lean back, resting your hands behind you, finding just enough leverage to lift your hips and grind on his mouth. He groans, his tongue swirling around your clit with more pressure.

His fingers trail down, trailing over your inner thighs, and before you can even process what he's doing, he shoves one inside your squelching pussy, curling it and hitting that spot inside of you that has you seeing starts and your hole clenching around his finger “A-ah shiiit, Rafe”

“Mmmh, lookin s'pretty up there, angel” he mumbles against you, increasing the speed and pressure of his tongue as he buries another ring-clad finger into you, watching your eyes flutter and your mouth fall open, following with a string a whimpers and desperate cries.

You try and tell him that you can't take much more, your voice cracking and trailing off as he presses his fingers into that sweet spot inside you once more, making your eyes roll back. “R-Rafe...can't-”

“C'mon angel, I know you can. Gonna make you feel good- mmh...taste so sweet. Just let go for me.”

He flicks his tongue in a way that has you moaning his name so loud, you're almost sure the party downstairs can hear you clearly, the sounds so wanton and debauched. Though, you make no attempt to quiet down since you can't bring yourself to care.

He groans against you, his hot breath wavering, sending chills across your skin. You reach down, threading your fingers through his hair, grabbing it roughly, and grinding against him, feeling him moan against you more intensely now, as he speeds up the pace of his fingers.

“Oh god, I'm- I'm-” The sound you let out was almost pornographic as your throw your head back, whimpering his name as your cunt clenched tightly around his fingers, cumming onto his mouth and fingers.

“Mmmh, that's a good girl” Rafe groans against you, lapping you up before sliding his fingers out of you and licking those clean too. “Bet Topper couldn't get this pussy to cum like that, yeah?”

Your eyes flutter closed, whimpering as you let out a breathy “Mmhm” before you suddenly sit up, looking down at him. “Rafe...where did you leave my heels?” in which he simply shrugs and replies “Somewhere downstairs.”

You pout down at him “But those were miu miu”

“Mmh, i'll buy ya some more, sweet girl” He mutters as he places a wet kiss on your core.

© rafesdollette

tags: @ayy1234567 @supercutelovergirl

[rafesdollette]

WASH DAY WITH HIM

PAIRING: BF!RAFE X SWEETHEART!BLACK!FEM!READER

SUMMARY: After having braids in for a while, your wash day has finally approached. And since Rafe loves your hair, he's obviously gonna offer to help.

a/n: This is out of boredom so if it's bad...you never saw this. slightly suggestive (but like just barely) Also a little inspired by me and my man cuz he loves watching me and helping me do my hair.

WORD COUNT: 700

As you walk through the house, gathering all of the things to wash your hair, Rafe stops you in the hallway by softly grabbing your waist and pulling your back against his chest.

“What are you doing?” he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder

“Getting ready to wash my hair.” You nod towards the basket of products and styling tools you're holding in your arms

His head immediately lifts from your shoulder before he asks “Can I help? Please?” Rafe loved your hair, that was no secret. No matter the style it was in, his hands always found their way running through it, massaging your scalp, or twirling a curl around his finger. So of course he was gonna ask, even beg if he had to, to assist you on your wash day.

You turn around to face him, smiling as you nod in agreement to his request “Yeah...of course you can.”

Rafe had your whole routine down pact by now. Having spent weeks learning how to properly wash, detangle, and even some simple styles.

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As he stands in the bathroom, impatiently waiting for you to finish gathering the last few things you need for your hair, he starts up the shower since you've recently decided to move to the shower from the sink since it's 'more hygienic', adjusting it to the temperature he knows you like.

His eyebrow raises once he sees you walk in a bathing suit “What's with the bikini?”

“You're washing my hair and you get horny easily.”

He shrugs “Touché, but the bathing suit isn't gonna stop that.”

“Yeah yeah. Well just keep your hands to yourself for now.” Of course you knew that wasn't gonna happen. He always found a way to get you in bed even after he promised to behave.

After standing under the shower for a few moments, he starts up the washing portion of your hair since you've already prepped it with your oils and pre-shampoo treatment.

“We need to get you more shampoo.” he murmurs as he gently massages the shampoo into your scalp.

“Mhm” you hum in agreement “I actually need more of a lot of stuff. I should probably run to the hair store sometime this week.”

“Can I come?”

“Mhm. Sure, baby.” you tilt your head back slightly under the shower head to rinse the shampoo out of your hair.

He smiles widely, helping you rinse your hair out as he runs his hands through the strands. Rafe loved hair store trips with you. He'd constantly pick up products or tools, asking what they were for or how to use them. You were incredibly glad he was so invested in your hair and helping take care of it since your past boyfriends never cared enough to at least act interested.

Once he made sure the shampoo was completely rinsed out, he begins spreading conditioner through your hair and gently detangling it.

After your hair is rinsed from conditioner and you both step out of the shower, he lets you sit down on the bench in the bathroom before looking at you through the mirror and asking “Can I try a new style this week?”

You hesitate a moment, considering the last hairstyle didn't exactly turn out the best. But seeing the look on his face you eventually nod, allowing him free range of your hair.

After almost a full hour of “Rafe, you're pulling my hair” and him murmuring a “fuck” or “sorry, baby”, he's finally done with this little 'style' he had in mind.

“So..what do you think, pretty girl?” he asks, nervously fighting with one of your curls. He normally never gets nervous. He's always very confident and sure of himself, smug almost. But whenever it's something like this, involving you, he can't seem to keep his nerves together. Maybe it's cause he wants your approval or to just make you happy. Or it's both.

You look in the mirror, pleasantly surprised by how the style turned out. It wasn't perfect of course but it was definitely an improvement. “Not bad...not bad at all.”

“Ah, see? I told you! I'm basically a professional now, don't you think?”

“Mmhm whatever you say, baby.”

[rafesdollette]

RAFE X TEDDY!READER

You're weird, you know. Always wearing weird patterns, collecting useless trinkets or figures, preferring thrifting over shopping at big businesses, socially awkward, the list goes on. But that didn't stop Rafe from loving you.

He thinks you're the cutest thing ever. Your flustered stutters, crafts you make him, the odd outfits he absolutely adores, your room filled with Calico Kittens and other figures you've collected over time...he can't get enough of you. He doesn't think you're weird, not at all. In fact, he loves how you're different and uniquely yourself.

He never passes up an opportunity to take you to the thrift store, like right now. You both perused through all of the shelves and tables filled with an array of vintage figures and trinkets, your fingers interlaced together as you pull him along. When you suddenly stop, he softly collides into your back, his hands immediately finding your waist so neither of you fall.

"Hey, sweetheart, why'd you stop?" he asks with slight confusion, but then he peers in front of you, seeing a full table of vintage Cherished Teddies and that pretty much answers his question. "Oh my gosh! Babe, look how many they have today!" you exclaim in excitement as he chuckles, kissing your cheek cause he can't resist the adorable scene in front of him. "Don't you already have a bunch of those at home?" he questions with an amused smile still plastered on his face. "Yes, but not these! These are vintage! C'mon baby pleasee?" you protest, pouting at him in an attempt to persuade him into getting them for you.

And of course, since he's a sucker for your pout and puppy eyes, you walk out with five new Cherished Teddies to add to your collection.

[rafesdollette]

RAFE X SWEETHEART!READER

Shopping. You loved it, Rafe hated it. He always did a majority of his shopping online, it was more convenient that way. But of course, as your boyfriend, he gets dragged on bi weekly shopping trips whenever you got your paycheck, even if it never got used since he'd always insist on paying and "spoiling his favorite girl."

And of course you decide to drag him on another shopping expedition on a day where he's already aggravated. He's obviously not going to take it out on you or decline your request for him to tag along just because of his personal problems, he could never. So here he sits, behind the wheel of his car, driving you to Target since you asked him to and he'd never pass up an opportunity for you to be passenger princess, no matter how much he doesn't want to be out shopping today, or any day for that matter.

"So what's on your little shopping list this week, babygirl?" he inquires, turning his head to look at you as he stops at a red light. You smile, always excited to talk about what's on your wishlist. "Well first I want to find more makeup brushes because mine are getting dirty. And I also need a restock on a lot of my products because I'm running out of pretty much everything." he hums softly, resting a hand on your thigh as he continues driving once the light changes color. "So no clothes this time? he asks curiously with a slight raise of an eyebrow. you shake your head, pursing your lips in thought before answering "Not this time. Maybe if I see something i'll get it but I'm not really looking for anything." he nods softly in acknowledgment, giving your thigh a small affectionate squeeze. "Mm, okay"

As the car comes to a stop at the Target parking lot, he kills the ignition before unbuckling himself, already getting out of the car to open your door for you, of course.

Once you two make it in, your arm looped through his as you grab a cart, pushing it through the store and picking up things as you go. As much as he hates being in stores, he absolutely adores your whole demeanor while you browse and pick things you want. The slight furrow in your eyebrows from concentration, the happy squeals you make when you smell a candle, it makes him fall in love with you over again.

And as usual, when you're finally done after almost two hours, he immediately takes his card out to pay, despite the pout of protest on your face.

[rafesdollette]

RAFE X SWEETHEART!READER

Rafe loves watching his best friend get ready. your cute vanity with all of your products intricately organized into pink containers just has him utterly obsessed. you don't know that, no, but he'd like to keep it that way. at least until he figures out how to actually voice his thoughts.

so, instead he settles for sitting on your bed, watching as you sit in your little pink chair, doing your makeup with a practiced precision that he finds oddly satisfying. "almost done?" he asks with a small smile on his face "you've been at it for almost thirty minutes" you laugh softly, looking at him through your vanity mirror. "don't rush me, Rafe. you know better." which is true. he does know better than to rush you when you're doing your hair or makeup, otherwise you'll be grumpy and pouty all day until he buys you a little trinket or candy as a form of apology.

when you're finally done and start tidying up your vanity, he stands up from the bed, walking behind you, his eyes roaming your features through your reflection. he always thought you were pretty, with and without makeup, but even prettier without. he clears his throat before asking "Hey, can I ask something?" you nod, signaling for him to continue with whatever is on his mind. he hesitates for a second before continuing "How come you always wear makeup? not that it doesn't look good, it does, but don't you think you're pretty without it?" he wasn't asking this to be mean or judgmental, of course not, but he was just...curious, he supposed. you hum softly in thought "Well I just like it, I guess. its fun to do and makes me feel nice. and to answer your question, yes, of course I think I'm pretty without it, makeup just brings me comfort, I think. It's relaxing and it looks pretty when I'm done." he nods slightly at your response. that made sense, even if not completely. he wasn't a girl, nor did he hang around a lot of them, so its not like he'd know anyway.

by the time you're finished tidying up your space, he's already comfortably lying in your bed, sitting up against the headboard. "wanna watch a movie?" he suggests as he watches you settle down next to him. your face lights up as you excitedly clap your hands together "can we watch sugar and spice?" he knew you'd ask that. it was your favorite movie after all. one that you had forced him to watch more times than he can count. though, no matter how many times he wants to protest, he can't resist the little animated claps you do or how your voice raises an octave when he agrees to watch the movie. so, he agrees with the movie as usual. the movie he's sure you've seen about two hundred times, at least.

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✧･ﾟ: oh, it's so good to see your faces ! please welcome RONALD WEASELY as played by DYLAN ! and RYAN KEEN & SILAS YAXLEY as played by WOLF ! please check your dms for the link to the server, where you’ll find more information on how to get started. we’re so happy to have you with us at WIXEN and we can't wait to write with you !

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( george mackay, twenty seven, cis man, he/him ) ⸻ ( REVIVED ) have you had a chance to meet ( RONALD WEASLEY ), yet? you would definitely remember ( freckles that are littered across every inch of pale skin, cheeks that are all too easy to blush, itchy, hand knit sweaters that smell of home. ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( BRAVE & CARING ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( ANXIOUS & INSECURE ). you’ll normally find ( him ) at ( THE LEAKY CAULDRON ) when they aren’t working as ( AUROR ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( RON ) I can hear ( SHATTER by MAGGIE ROGERS ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻ ( dylan, 31, est, she/they, est )

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( dove cameron, thirty, demi girl, she / they ) ⸻ ( SURVIVED ) have you had a chance to meet ( RYAN KEEN ), yet? you would definitely remember ( * a seemingly never-ending cup of black coffee, greeting the sun at dusk and dawn, the curiosity of an inquisitive mind may be mistaken for madness, fingernails bitten to the quick but painted black and chipped at the edges, a worn notebook— it's pages filled with untidy scrawl and illegible doodles as if they had to get the thoughts down on paper before they were lost* ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( INDEPENDENT & ASTUTE ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( IMPRACTICAL & JADED ). you’ll normally find ( her ) at ( OBSCURUS BOOKS ) when they aren’t working as ( GIG WORKER IN MUGGLE LONDON ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( RYAN ) I can hear ( i am not a woman, i'm a god by halsey ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻ ( wolf, thirty, est, any, || spiders ||)

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( christian yu, thirty-one, cis man (allegedly), he / him ) ⸻ ( SURVIVED ) have you had a chance to meet ( SILAS YAXLEY ), yet? you would definitely remember ( * you had a father but not a dad, the ominous grey that paints the sea signaling the signs of a brewing storm, years of pent up emotion on the brink of eruption, the saccharine bliss of slyly sweet words uttered from scheming silken lips, the chill that runs up your spine when you ponder the vastness of the inky dark depths lurking just below the surface* ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( COURAGEOUS & CHARMING ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( DEVIOUS & DISCORDANT ). you’ll normally find ( him ) at ( SOMEONE ELSE'S BED ) when they aren’t working as ( OBLIVIATOR ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( SILAS ) I can hear ( THE SUMMONING by SLEEP TOKEN ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻ ( wolf, thirty, est, any, || spiders ||)

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౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( evan mock, twenty seven, demi-boy, he/they ) ⸻ ( SURVIVED) have you had a chance to meet ( SEAMUS FINNIGAN ), yet? you would definitely remember ( THE HEAT OF A ROARING FIRE, SCABBED KNEES FROM FALLING OFF A SKATE BOARD, THE COLLECTION OF ASH AND DIRT ON YOUR SKIN ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( ENERGETIC & CLEVER ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( RECKLESS & HARD HEADED ). you’ll normally find ( him ) at ( DIAGON ALLEY ) when they aren’t working as ( A TECHNICIAN AT FILIBUSTERS FIREWORKS ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( SEAMUS ) I can hear ( FIREWORK by KATY PERRY ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻

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✧･ﾟ: oh, it's so good to see your faces ! please welcome MAGNUS MULCIBER as played by IZ ! LEE JORDAN and LUNA LOVEGOOD as played by FAWN ! FRED WEASLEY and CASSANDRA VANITY as played by BRR ! please check your dms for the link to the server, where you’ll find more information on how to get started. we’re so happy to have you with us at WIXEN and we can't wait to write with you !

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( ernest klimko, twenty-seven, nonbinary/gender apathetic, he/they ) ⸻ ( SURVIVED ) have you had a chance to meet ( MAGNUS MULCIBER ), yet? you would definitely remember ( gnarled roots rotting in the ground will sour the whole damn orchard — a family tree hollow and sick; all black outfits and sleepless nights paraded as indifference — to mask the guilt of a life that’s never felt like his; the ornate hilt of a knife held in a white knuckled grasp, can the wielder make the right choice when they were born blindfolded and angry? ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( RESILIENT & OBSERVATIONAL ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( VENOMOUS & ASOCIAL ). you’ll normally find ( them ) at ( BORGIN AND BURKES ) when they aren’t working as a ( CHASER for the WIMBOURNE WASPS ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( MAGNUS ) I can hear ( LIAR LIAR by TRASH BOAT ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻ ( iz, 26, est, she/her, n/a )

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( clinton moxam, twenty eight, cis man, he / him ) ⸻ ( REVIVED ) have you had a chance to meet ( LEE JORDAN ), yet? you would definitely remember ( the smile drops when nobody's looking and if they notice you create an excuse for the attention to leave you ; the softness of baked goods the only thing to occupy the dark thoughts that plague an anxious mind ; the new normal isn't the normal if you're not ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( OUTSPOKEN & EFFUSIVE ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( DEVIOUS & MELANCHOLIC ). you’ll normally find them at ( WEASLEY'S WIZARD WHEEZES ) when they aren’t working as ( A BAKER ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( LEE ) I can hear ( END by FRANK OCEAN ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻ ( fawn, thirty one, cst, she/they, n/a )

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( idania hopkin, twenty seven, demi woman, she / they ) ⸻ ( REVIVED ) have you had a chance to meet ( LUNA LOVEGOOD ), yet? you would definitely remember ( dancing to an off beat drum regardless of place or time ; airy dreams lilting out of giggling lips ; sudden cold in the voice of a force hiding in the shadows ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( UNFLAPPABLE & IDIOSYNCRATIC ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( OFF-PUTTING & BLUNT ). you’ll normally find them at ( OBSCURUS BOOKSTORE ) when they aren’t working as ( MAGIZOOLOGIST ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( LUNA ) I can hear ( CONFIDENTLY LOST by SABRINA CLAUDIO ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻ ( fawn, thirty one, cst, she/they, n/a ) ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( tom webb, thirty-one, male, he/him ) ⸻ ( SURVIVED ) have you had a chance to meet ( FREDERIC 'FRED' WEASLEY ), yet? you would definitely remember ( hearty laughter echoing through castle walls followed by angry scolds and rushed steps, the unspoken promises and bonds between gentle hearted souls and deeply connected hearts, intense pain and sorrow to see your family broken apart, with no hope of moving past such an event, the light of hope in the horizon at surprising appearances, quiet nights deep in thought about life and continuous path one takes, wondering what could’ve been if such paths had been parted, the inner struggle of continuous years to figure yourself out, unable to understand what or who are you without your better half, and ultimately, falling into self destruction ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( EASYGOING & SANGUINE ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( RECKLESS & IMPULSIVE ). you’ll normally find ( him ) at ( THE BURROW ) when they aren’t working as ( CO - FOUNDER OF WEASLEYS' WIZARD WHEEZES / INVENTOR ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( FRED ) I can hear ( BETTER by MICO ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻ ( brr, twenty-nine, gmt+1, they/them, none ) ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ( nailea devora, twenty-seven, female, she/her ) ⸻ ( SURVIVED ) have you had a chance to meet ( CASSANDRA SOFIA VANITY ), yet? you would definitely remember ( tight  corsets  and  braided  curls  to  remain  posed  and  sophisticated  for  the  regal  society  purebloods  often  led  to,  crimson  bows  entranced  with  dark  curls  mimicking  the  bloodied  hands  the  girl  carried  with  her,  unbiased  and  poker  like  expressions  when  required  presence,  and  faded  emotions  hidden  by  loud  screams  and  scratching  on  walls;  pretty  dresses  and  matching  nails  and  lipstick  to  cover  the  deeply  traumatized  and  fearful  woman  that  needed  to  remain  poised  and  charismatic  at  all  times ) if you did. it’s been rumoured that they’re ( CHARMING & SOFT SPOKEN ) but i’ve heard that they’re actually quite ( INTENSE & SADISTIC ). you’ll normally find ( her ) at ( THE EDGE OF THE LAKE ) when they aren’t working as ( TRANSFIGURATION PROFESSOR ). it’s been a tough few years for all of us, and now every time that I think about ( CASS ) I can hear ( MAD AT YOU by NOAH CYRUS FT. GALLANT ) playing in the back of my mind ⸻ ( brr, twenty-nine, gmt+1, they/them, none )