#rafe cameron ┆ ᰋ edition ❘ ❙❘

[plaidcowboy]

pls i need more soft rafe 🧎🏾‍♀️ i feel like people barely writes for him all soft and cutie

◜ RAFE CAN’T FOCUS ᪖ during movie night ᮫ ۪ ۫ ֢

༝ ﹆ softie rafe ༝ ⊹ ᰍꫬ distracted rafe ༝ ੭

you playfully shoved rafe’s hand when it went to lie on you again. you glanced over to see him lull his head onto the back of the couch, upset after another failed attempt. you giggled at his slight pout, “at least the first ten minutes” you referred to the film you put on for you two to watch. it was a favorite of yours and you wanted to introduce it to him. “’m down” he had said. but seeing you in your cute pj set all snuggled up next to him, made him distracted.

“just give me a brief synopsis so i know what i’m watching . . i’m paying attention, i just wanna . . pay more attention . . ” you watched as his brows slowly furrowed and a frown formed on his face as his sentence went on. he didn’t even know what he was talking about.

you nodded, going along so you two could just start the movie. “so, they’re starting their first senior year of high school. well, at least she is. you’ll figure out why he technically isn’t later . . ” you were cut off by rafe gripping the bottoms of your set. “where’d you get this from? i want to put you in more.”

you grabbed his hand, putting it back onto his lap. “were you listening?” you huffed out. rafe looked up to you, “yeah, she’s a senior, he isn’t . . what?” rafe realized your words.

you giggled, “no, they’re both seniors, he just . . well, you’ll see. anyway . .” rafe halted your words again, “no, seriously, what store? you look so cute like that explaining your favorite movie. i could listen to you talk about anything. i’d believe anything you say. i don’t even have to watch the movie, you just tell me everything and i sit here and stare at you. is that an option?”

you froze, hands mid gesture while explaining. “no . . not an option” rafe’s head slung down. he sighed, “yeah, i figured.”

“rafe!” you grabbed his face, getting closer to him by shuffling forward on your knees, “it’s not that hard! it’s a good movie. watch this one, then we can do whatever you want.”

you’d thought that would tempt him. but instead . . “i really like when you touch me. have i ever told you, your hands are so soft, and i might be one of those physical touch people. but i only want touch from you, all the time. what is that called?”

you sat, staring at him. “um . . obsessed.”

rafe nodded in your hands. “yeah, that’s it. i like touching you too . . ” he pulled your waist, head coming down onto your neck. you felt him take a breath. “and you smell good. jus’ wanna cover you in bites. can i, please?”

you sighed, not understanding how you two strayed from the movie this much. “so . . no movie?” rafe’s head came up, frowning at the look on your face. “no, we’re watching this movie. my baby wants to watch this movie, we’ll watch it. she gets anything she wants.”

you couldn’t help the smile that formed, “okay, yay. will you actually focus?” you rose your brow at him, mockingly serious.

“yep,” rafe rose his hands in surrender, “no touching . . ” he quickly put his hands back onto your waist, “actually, no. got to touch.”

you giggled out a, “fine,” and turned in his lap to continue the movie. “comfy?” you asked.

“of course,” you heard from behind you. “great. there’s four more movies after this.”

“there’s what?”

[strwbrryscent]

೯ ⁺ 𖥻 no more paradise on earth . ᰋ

Social media au / Some written parts !

summary: Reader was a Kook as a child, always hanging around Sarah and Rafe, becoming best friends with them really quickly, in part because her parents were the richest family on the island. Due the sudden death of her parents, the Camerons got custody of her. But while living with them she discovered things that maybe she wasn’t meant to know, especially the truth about her parents death and the disappearance of Big John Routledge.

pairing: Rafe Cameron x Ex Kook! Pogue!Reader

NAVIGATION ! 01 ⌯ 02 ⌯ 03 masterlist. 𝜗𝜚

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@ sarahcam body so tea the british are coming

⤿ still not forgiven for ditching us

@ rafecameron i don’t see my photo credits

⤿ you don’t deserve any

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⤿ sorry kel.. 😓

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@ user you look so much like him, its not a compliment by the way

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[plaidcowboy]

a lil smth for !guarddog!rafe love?

he’s so mean and so tough in front of ppl always glaring with those pretty eyes but the moment he’s with u in ur room after a long day of woe he switches up like he’s not the same rafe AT ALL

Tysm queen n love ur acc

୭‎ ‎ 𓈒 GUARDDOG!RAFE ゜✸ having another side when with you ❞ ❞

˙ ˳ ✱ love this ᵎᵎ and i so appreciate it pretty ‹𝟹 ˚ ゛ ° ✱ being rafe’s soft spot ⩩ meanie rafe ⩩ softie rafe ⩩ ˚ ゛ °

he could’ve moved the bone out of place with how quick and aggressively he moved his arm from the back of the couch when a girl grazed it. the girl in question flinched, turning back to rafe, having grazed his arm by accident. rafe mugged her, flinching right back. the girl scampered away . . good. his knee bounced as he scanned the room, not catching onto anything the people sitting around him were chatting about.

“rafe knows what i’m talking about.” no, no he doesn’t. rafe turned to the voice, raising his brow.

the guy chuckled, the noise fading off as he took in rafe’s face. “the . . some girls just don’t think. bump into people and don’t say anything.” rafe realized he was referring to the girl who just ran off from him. rafe shrugged, looking elsewhere, not being able to appear more uninterested than he was. “ jus’ don’t like being touched . . or looked at . . or talked to . . ” he looked back to the guy at the last part.

luckily, he took the sign and turned back to his friends, talking with them instead. rafe looked over the group in front of him, his lips pulling into a frown, eyes filling with disdain. who were these people anyway. he pushed from the couch, only taking a few steps away when someone stepped in his way. with no hesitation, he shoved the guy aside, continuing forward. he ignored the shouts of complaint behind him.

he had spotted the exit when he saw a glimpse of hair amongst the crowd in front of him. he immediately directed his path toward it. some shoved bodies out of the way later, rafe caught up to you. you noticed him first, smiling big up at him. rafe grasped your sides, pulling you closer to him, scanning you for anything off. seeing nothing, he moved his grip up to your face. “i am so glad you’re here” he murmured softly. you giggled, scrunching your nose at his relieved expression. he looked as if he just just been through it, and you were his calm.

then rafe realized where you were. he scrunched his brow at you, not completely upset, never being able to be upset with you. not with that pretty face. he glanced to the people near you. he doesn’t know these people. not okay. one of the guy’s gaze was lingering a little too long on you. not okay. he sneered at the guy, pulling you even closer to him. the previous annoyance he felt earlier came back less intense with you in his arms. he looked around for a door, grabbing your hand. he led you two to a random room where he closed and locked the door.

he turned back to you, grabbing your arms to place around his neck and burrowed into you. “baby, you know i don’t like you at parties, but i missed you so much and touching you right now is something else. how do you feel so good? i don’t even care, just don’t let go of me” he mumbled into your top.

you giggled, holding on tighter, per his request. “yes, sir” you responded jokingly. rafe groaned, pulling back to look at you. he quickly turned to nip at your arm next to his head, catching you by surprise and causing you to yelp. “rafe!” you laughed again as he stared intently at you. “i missed it, you had to do it again” he referred to your giggle that he didn’t see, head squished to your side and all. you showed teeth, making rafe chuckle at you.

“i wanna leave. i wanna leave with you. don’t wanna be here anymore. this place sucks. you can tell me who those people were and i’ll deal with them later. i want you, please.”

you giggled at his ramble, nodding your head before he finished. “okay, rafe.”

[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]

!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]

𝛠 𓂅 RAFE CAMERON && little moments Ꮺ ⟡₊ ⊹

⊹ 𓈒 headcanons 𖧷 moments with you + rafe 𖧷 compliments 𖧷 𓂂 ﾟ ˖

❞ YOU stood in front of the mirror, trying to figure out the angle for the picture, the fitted dress you wore snug. rafe walked up behind you just then, pausing when he spotted you. he walked up behind you, admiring without touching. you took a few photos then of him gazing at you from head to toe. “so pretty, baby. you posting those?” you nodded, looking back to him. he nodded back, “tag me, i’m the dress.”

❞ RAFE took the handbag from you as you handed it to him mindlessly. “this is cute right?” you pressed a top you grabbed to your front, turning to show rafe. he analyzed it, brow tugging. “you said that wasn’t your color” you pouted, looking down to it. “but the lace is cute, right?” rafe nodded, hand coming up to graze his chin. “yeah, i like you in lace” you looked up to him as he grabbed the sleeve, assessing it. you stifled a giggle at his rapt attention. “this fits you, i want you in this in the other colors, too” you shrugged, “okay.” he grabbed it from you, glancing to the rack. “oh look baby, it’s a set. i’ll get you the bottoms, too.”

❞ RAFE couldn’t stop glancing up from the business call on his laptop. he had gotten up early for it, not expecting you to follow. but here you were, in his shirt and boxers, walking around like it was doing nothing to him. he titled his neck to the side, peeking up at you again, trying to see you over the screen. he muted the call when the attention was off of him. “take all of my closet, i’ll start over” you startled, glancing back to him. “start over?” he nodded, gaze still on his clothes. “i’ll buy more clothes. you can pick them out, i’ll wear whatever you want me to, then i want to see you in it.” he unmuted the call, responding to someone like he didn’t say anything.

❞ RAFE stepped back a little as you directed him to. you turned your head to the side, assessing your hair and outfit. rafe titled the phone as you stood up fully and turned a little to see the back of your outfit. he had the phone propped in his hands against his chest, the front camera facing you. “this good?” he had to get your angles right. you giggled, nodding. “mm hm. thank you.” it was his idea anyway, pulling out his phone when he noticed you touching up your appearance without seeing your reflection. his girl can’t worry about her looks. not when there was nothing to worry about you. look at you.

❞ RAFE stone faced the camera as you angled it in front of you two. you straddled, facing him, head against his neck. he went to press his face into your hair, still staring down the camera. you giggled, grabbing his chin to raise his head. “smile.” he immediately gave the camera a dazzling smirk at your request. you turned to kiss his cheek, snapping pictures in between when he spoke. “the camera likes you better, you’re the main focus. i’m just your decoration.” you gasped. “no, you’re my pretty boy. your smile is so handsome” you poked his cheek, him grinning shyly around it before speaking, “i’m your biggest fan, so i’m fangirling over you complimenting me.” he glanced to the side as you stopped the recording, catching his words. “posting this and exposing you.”

[plaidcowboy]

HIMBO .ᐟ RAFE ┆ meeting ✶ ❝ not all quite there . . .

. . . crazy with a wrench ❞

pure lapdog behavior 𖥔 unabashed showing off chaotic inner monologue 𖥔 himbo .ᐟ rafe’s introduction 𖥔 he takes requests .ᐟ

“hey, hey,” rafe slapped topper in the chest about five times until topper responded, “stop hitting me, i’m right here.”

rafe ducked down in his seat suddenly, bracing his head, “did she see me?” topper looked around, already over rafe’s behavior, “who? why are you in that position, you look like a fetus, dude.”

rafe peeked over his arms, seeing you were now turned around. he blew out a breath then responded, “that girl over there. you know her? don’t answer, i don’t want you to know her. actually, can you go over there and put in a good word?”

topper blanched, “i am so confused. do you want me to talk to her or not?” rafe shrugged, tilting his side to side, “a little. not too long. crap,” he said suddenly, ducking back down, “i think she looked over again. or am i delusional? i can’t tell anymore. she can’t see me until i’m ready.”

topper frowned, “ready? what are you about to do, you just healed your ankle from jumping two stories, don’t do that again.”

rafe shrugged, “i can and i will. just . . tell her about how much i can press. girls like that right? does she look like she’s into bench pressing? don’t look at her. say something about how i fix cars. and i can fix her car if she has a car. if she doesn’t, tell her i’ll buy her one.”

topper stood, making his way over while walking backwards, “so, that’s all gonna scare her. i got it,” he turned around, making his way towards you.

rafe shifted in his chair, crossing a leg over the over, then putting them back down. he stretched to flex his arms, then quickly put them down too. how the heck do you sit?

while rafe wondered that, topper was doing his best to introduce rafe, “he’s not all quite there . . crazy with a wrench, though.”

rafe looked up after he settled himself when you turned your head to look at him, smiling when you spotted him. that means go, right? rafe sprung up, making his way over, not being able to sit still for another second now that you looked at him. smiled at him.

“sup?” he said once he reached you two, gesturing his head for topper to go away. topper got the hint, returning to his seat. passing rafe, he muttered, “she doesn’t have a car.”

rafe blurted, “i can buy you one,” startling you. he wasn’t able to see topper shaking his head in disappointment as he walked away. your brows scrunched, “sorry?”

rafe smiled nervously, “me too. um, i can buy you a jacket. you look cold,” you realized you were rubbing your arm, “oh, yeah. no, it’s fine. not that bad,” you laughed slightly.

rafe shook his head, anxious you were cold and possibly uncomfortable, “no, if you’re cold, i’ll get you a jacket.”

you tilted your lips, “it’s fine, really. i’m leaving soon, anyway. kind of bored . . was that your friend?” you attempted conversation, but rafe was distracted, staring at you after you mentioned leaving, until he heard the last part of the sentence.

“huh? no, don’t think about him. where are you going?” he didn’t want you to leave yet. did topper talk about his bench press? did you care? did you want to see the callous on his hand from handling tools?

“uh . . just back home. my comfy place,” you muttered shyly. rafe nodded, then frowned. you don’t have a car, are you walking? alone? “i can walk you. i can buy you a jacket on the way. what kind of cars do you like?”

you couldn’t keep up with all that he said at once. you giggled, rafe slightly going weak in the knees at the sound, “sure, you can walk me. i’m still fine about the jacket. mustang’s are pretty cool. what’s your favorite?”

rafe responded distractedly, “the one that drives. you said i can walk you?”

you really have never met a guy like him, “yeah, but i don’t even know your name,” you narrowed your eyes, jokingly suspicious. you didn’t expect rafe’s response, “i’d endure fifteen stab wounds before i hurt you, i’m rafe,” he held his hand out.

your eyes widened, “oh . . don’t do that. nice to meet you,” you shook his hand, responding with your name, then turned to start walking. rafe followed alongside you, thinking about how sweaty his hands just were and how you probably didn’t like that. is he walking alright? are you sure you don’t want a jacket?

“your hand . . ” you suddenly spoke. rafe stilled slightly, scared you noticed the sweatiness. great one, rafe. but then you continued, “it felt rough. what’s on it?” rafe turned to you quickly, excited you brought it up and not the sweat thing. he extended his hand again, “i have a callous, look . . ”

[plaidcowboy]

𝕿his just in ⸝⸝⸝⸝ HIMBO .ᐟ RAFE ┆ ✶

✸ ݃ not all quite there, but handy with a tool. gym buff. constantly joking. humor of a teen boy. OBSESSED with you. will say out loud he’d rather be with you when with other people. checks on you. reassuring. people go to him for advice or to rant. takes risks just for a laugh. boasts whenever you talk to him. preens at your compliments. reminds people he has a girlfriend when no one asked. begs you to do couple internet trends . . . ❘

✸ ݃ messy EVERYTHING. messy eater. messy talker. stares at you unabashedly. bruises himself doing stunts he has no business doing. metaphorically and psychically kicks his feet and giggles when you talk to him. learns everything you like and buys it for you. obeys anything you say. knows the fragrance you’re wearing instead of basic math. doesn’t know the word dangerous . . . ❘

he takes requests !

✶ first time meeting

[plaidcowboy]

I need more soft or wtv anything !guarddog!rafe pls bb tysm

𐅹GUARDDOG!RAFE being a repellent 𐂯 ⟡ ݁ ݁ when you don’t know it◞ 𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⋆ ₊ ⋆ ㆍ

˖ ⋆ ₊ ⋆ ㆍ

you wouldn’t say you were completely oblivious. but you sure weren’t completely aware. rafe was fine with you going to outings and being with friends. the last thing he wanted to do was keep you from having fun. but you going out meant he also had an invitation.

which is how you found yourself chatting with a girl you just met, not aware rafe was behind you. at first, he kept his eye on you from a distance. there was no apparent threat to you that he saw. then you walked up to a girl who started getting handsy. a shove there while laughing and a slap to your shoulder there. rafe didn’t care how harmless she looked, she was touching you. hitting you, even.

so he made his way behind you, a looming presence while you two spoke. the girl noticed. you didn’t. rafe shot daggers at the girl the entire time, even building up a snarl at her hand when she went to touch you again. the girl quickly pulled back, not sure what rafe could do. she didn’t want to find out.

when you became bored and walked away, rafe stayed behind with the girl. she went to turn and walk away when rafe caught her by the hand. she gasped, turning around. rafe held up her hand, “you like having this right?” he spoke at a dull tone. the girl hesitantly nodded.

“then keep it to yourself,” he roughly shoved her hand away and the girl scurried from him. rafe watched as she left the area entirely. he didn’t think he was being that intimidating.

quickly remembering you wandered off, rafe scanned around for you. there you were, in a conversation with a guy, surrounded by his friends. rafe made his way to the sofa behind you, settling down. he widened his legs, leaning back, and watching you.

he glanced to the side when he felt movement, a guy next to him shifting on the sofa, eyes on your legs. the guy smirked to himself, looking over to rafe when he felt eyes searing into the side of his head.

“i fight about her,” he spoke, still in a flat tone. he flexed his hands in his laps, an automatic response when talking about guarding you. how he loved the bruises that decorated his knuckles from fists thrown at those who got too close to you.

the guy rolled his eyes, scoffing out a nervous whatever before leaving from the sofa. he caught the eye of another guy who was staring at you. rafe shifted a little so the hem of his shirt slightly rose, showing the handle of the gun he had tucked in his waistline. the guy froze, staring at it. rafe turned to look back at you when you sighed, “hmm, i wonder where my boyfriend is,” you questioned aloud. all of the guys that surrounded you, that noticed rafe and his weapon, shifted their eyes to nervously look at rafe.

he gave a smirk, liking the fact they all could tell who you belonged to without him saying anything. you followed their eyes and spun around to see rafe who quickly tugged his shirt back in place so you wouldn’t see what he was hiding. you didn’t need to see him threatening these people.

“rafe! there you are, where were you?” you spoke excitedly. rafe couldn’t stop the spread of his smirk.

[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?”

[plaidcowboy]

masterlist for rafe cameron && readers + au’s 𖦹 ⸝⸝ ˎˊ˗

RAFE CAMERON : : :

𑣲 rafe getting you a souvenir in morocco 𑣲 rafe losing you at his mansion party 𑣲 touching up rafe’s buzzcut 𑣲 tagging along while rafe prepares for enduro 𑣲 rafe’s not the jealous type 𑣲 don’t you think rafe is scary? 𑣲 rafe interrupting girl time 𑣲 rafe’s dress up doll 𑣲 rafe and self care 𑣲 rafe getting high with you in the room 𑣲 rafe has a biting problem 𑣲 taking care of rafe while he’s spiraling 𑣲 little moments with rafe 𑣲 rafe can’t focus during movie night

READERS : : :

𑣲 cosy! 𑣲 loner!shoupe

RAFES : : :

𑣲 guarddog!rafe 𑣲 himbo!rafe

[congratsloserr]

he’s so cute

HIMBO .ᐟ RAFE act 001 ┆ ✶ ❝ not all quite there . . .

. . . crazy with a wrench ❞

pure lapdog behavior 𖥔 unabashed showing off chaotic inner monologue 𖥔 himbo .ᐟ rafe’s introduction 𖥔 he takes requests .ᐟ

“hey, hey,” rafe slapped topper in the chest about five times until topper responded, “stop hitting me, i’m right here.”

rafe ducked down in his seat suddenly, bracing his head, “did she see me?” topper looked around, already over rafe’s behavior, “who? why are you in that position, you look like a fetus, dude.”

rafe peeked over his arms, seeing you were now turned around. he blew out a breath then responded, “that girl over there. you know her? don’t answer, i don’t want you to know her. actually, can you go over there and put in a good word?”

topper blanched, “i am so confused. do you want me to talk to her or not?” rafe shrugged, tilting his side to side, “a little. not too long. crap,” he said suddenly, ducking back down, “i think she looked over again. or am i delusional? i can’t tell anymore. she can’t see me until i’m ready.”

topper frowned, “ready? what are you about to do, you just healed your ankle from jumping two stories, don’t do that again.”

rafe shrugged, “i can and i will. just . . tell her about how much i can press. girls like that right? does she look like she’s into bench pressing? don’t look at her. say something about how i fix cars. and i can fix her car if she has a car. if she doesn’t, tell her i’ll buy her one.”

topper stood, making his way over while walking backwards, “so, that’s all gonna scare her. i got it,” he turned around, making his way towards you.

rafe shifted in his chair, crossing a leg over the over, then putting them back down. he stretched to flex his arms, then quickly put them down too. how the heck do you sit?

while rafe wondered that, topper was doing his best to introduce rafe, “he’s not all quite there . . crazy with a wrench, though.”

rafe looked up after he settled himself when you turned your head to look at him, smiling when you spotted him. that means go, right? rafe sprung up, making his way over, not being able to sit still for another second now that you looked at him. smiled at him.

“sup?” he said once he reached you two, gesturing his head for topper to go away. topper got the hint, returning to his seat. passing rafe, he muttered, “she doesn’t have a car.”

rafe blurted, “i can buy you one,” startling you. he wasn’t able to see topper shaking his head in disappointment as he walked away. your brows scrunched, “sorry?”

rafe smiled nervously, “me too. um, i can buy you a jacket. you look cold,” you realized you were rubbing your arm, “oh, yeah. no, it’s fine. not that bad,” you laughed slightly.

rafe shook his head, anxious you were cold and possibly uncomfortable, “no, if you’re cold, i’ll get you a jacket.”

you tilted your lips, “it’s fine, really. i’m leaving soon, anyway. kind of bored . . was that your friend?” you attempted conversation, but rafe was distracted, staring at you after you mentioned leaving, until he heard the last part of the sentence.

“huh? no, don’t think about him. where are you going?” he didn’t want you to leave yet. did topper talk about his bench press? did you care? did you want to see the callous on his hand from handling tools?

“uh . . just back home. my comfy place,” you muttered shyly. rafe nodded, then frowned. you don’t have a car, are you walking? alone? “i can walk you. i can buy you a jacket on the way. what kind of cars do you like?”

you couldn’t keep up with all that he said at once. you giggled, rafe slightly going weak in the knees at the sound, “sure, you can walk me. i’m still fine about the jacket. mustang’s are pretty cool. what’s your favorite?”

rafe responded distractedly, “the one that drives. you said i can walk you?”

you really have never met a guy like him, “yeah, but i don’t even know your name,” you narrowed your eyes, jokingly suspicious. you didn’t expect rafe’s response, “i’d endure fifteen stab wounds before i hurt you, i’m rafe,” he held his hand out.

your eyes widened, “oh . . don’t do that. nice to meet you,” you shook his hand, responding with your name, then turned to start walking. rafe followed alongside you, thinking about how sweaty his hands just were and how you probably didn’t like that. is he walking alright? are you sure you don’t want a jacket?

“your hand . . ” you suddenly spoke. rafe stilled slightly, scared you noticed the sweatiness. great one, rafe. but then you continued, “it felt rough. what’s on it?” rafe turned to you quickly, excited you brought it up and not the sweat thing. he extended his hand again, “i have a callous, look . . ”