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cal-flakes · 2 months

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hi lover!! can we see dealer!rafe teaching innocent!reader how to do a bump pretty please 😋😋 my fav trope!!!

yes yes yes yes you fuckin’ can my love. (not proofread i apologise i am a sleepy girl rn)

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— “you lost or somethin’?” a smug voice appeared behind you, causing you to flinch in fright, lost in your own mind. you peered up at him, all glossy lipped and doe eyed, just like he expected. “oh— rafe! sorry, i was jus’ seeing if i left my charger in here” you explained, a sweet smile gracing your face. his brows furrowed, yet his shoulders relaxed, simply unable to keep up the intimidating act while you beamed up at him the way you did.

“and why would it be in here?” he questioned further, eyes narrowing slightly while a smirk tugged at his lips. “oh no— i mean, i didn’t leave it in here, but sarah said she might’ve let you borrow it or something?” your grin faltered slightly, picking up on the undertone of annoyance in his voice.

it wasn’t that rafe was scary— well, he was, but he made an effort not to scare you. how could he? his sister friend who always showed up in sweet little dresses, neatly styled hair, perfected makeup. the last thing he wanted was to scare you, if anything he wanted to know more. unbeknownst to rafe, you were just as intrigued— ogling him over the kitchen island when he came back to tannyhill late at night, interrupting your and sarah’s girly nights in. always offering to help whenever he seemed stressed.

taking a step back, he reached into his bedside drawer with ease, pulling out a familiar bedazzled iphone charger. “m’messin’ with you kid, y’mean this charger?” he chuckled, watching carefully as you let out a quiet, shaky breath before quickly regaining your smile. “that’s the one! thanks rafe!” you giggled, taking the item from his hands before heading for the door. “y’know, why don’t you stay for a bit? spend some time w’me? she’s got you all to herself all the time”

your hand retracted from the door immediately as the words left his mouth, though mentally scolding yourself for seeming so eager. “well— i’m sure she wouldn’t mind, just for little while”

— before you knew it, hours had passed, the only noise in the house being the movie rafe had picked as well as your giggles. you’d found yourself laying down on his bed, head resting on his knee as he lay against the headboard.

“y’look tired doll, y’okay?” he hummed, resting a lazy hand on your cheek as you released a surprised yawn, not wanting him to think you were getting bored. “jus’ a little, s’okay though, i can stay up a bit longer..” you spoke softly, turning over to face him now.

“i’ve got somethin’ that can help” he stated nonchalantly, reaching again into his bedside drawer, this time pulling out a not-so bedazzled baggy. your brows knitted together. “whas’at?”

“you trust me?” he tested, cocking an eyebrow as he sat up slightly. “course’ i do rafe” you smiled naively, watching as he opened the bag, tapping it gently as he poured out a small pile onto the back of his thumb. “this, is everything you need”

his other hand beckoned you forward till you were within his reach, carefully pulling you into his lap, legs slotted beside his as you tugged at the hem of your dress, doing your best to cover up. “now, your gonna close your other nostril, and sniff up— hard, m’kay? you listenin’ baby?” he instructed, tapping your jaw slightly as if you bring you back into the room, noticing the vacant look in your eyes as they stared at him in awe. “mhm”

swiftly, rafe pressed his hand to the back of your head as his other came up to your nose, guiding you through it as the grainy powder made its way up your nose, an unfamiliar feeling that only made your eyes water. “s’okay doll, it’ll hit you in a second alright?” he cooed, using the same hand to wipe away the pools building in the corners of your eyes before pulling you further into him.

“not just sarah’s little friend after all, huh kid?” he smirked, allowing you to nuzzle into his chest for a moment as you both waited for the high.

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chelseamount · 4 years

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Enough About Heather! Part two

(gif by: @rafecameron)

A/n: PART TWO IS HERE GUYS! I hope you guys will enjoy it, please comment your thoughts it makes my day! thank you all for the support on part one. I love you all

READ PART ONE RIGHT HERE

wordcount: 3,3k+

Based on: Before you go by lewis capaldi and A little heather by conan gray but that was part one

Warnings: a lot of angst, fighting, crying, yelling, blood, considering of suicide probs more

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Place: Outer banks

One year before the accident

Rafe's Pov

I fell by the wayside like everyone else I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself

"dude you need to focus on something else than Y/n and JJ," Topper says to me as he takes a sip of his beer

"But look at them they think they're special or something" I scoff

"dude she's your best friend, besides they aren't dating and you know that"

"then why the fuck are they hugging."

"you and Y/n do that all the time you're just friends"

of course, he wouldn't understand, he never does it might be because no one knows about my feelings for Y/n, hiding them is better anyway. Cause Y/n and I have been best friends for longer than I can remember, but as we got older, I started realizing my true feelings for the girl that has always helped me through everything.

"I think I'm heading home," I say as I pick up my stuff

"But what about golf," Kelce says as he raises his arms in the air.

"another day," I walk away, but the sweet voice that I know so well takes over my mind as I hear her scream. I quickly turn around I am now greeted with Y/n in the water with JJ while splashing water at him, we get eye contact as she waves at me. I turn around and scoff.

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Anger takes over me as I rush into my room, knocking my lamp over.

I sit down on my bed, my hands running through my hair.

"I HATE HER!" I yell as tears start to form in my eyes.

but who the hell am I trying to fool we all know that, that isn't true

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One year later

Place: The Cameron mansion

Our every moment, I start to replace

'Cause now that they're gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say

A setup that's all it ever was. I never thought it would go this far. Still, it did, I knew when I asked Heather to be my fake girlfriend it was a bad idea but what the hell could I do Y/n was always flirting with JJ, and I wanted to see how she would react, but I knew when I canceled our trip pretending it was because I had to be with heather it was a bad idea. But what the hell could I do? I knew if I went on the trip with her, my feelings would grow even more. But what I forgot was, of course, that she would speak with Sarah.

days after and here we are me about to walk into our mansion when I hear her laugh, and at this moment I forget everything going on that is of course until it all comes flooding back

'Heather emergency I'll pay you 100 just be quick,' and she indeed is cause ten minutes after she's here.

"What!" she asks as she puts a hand on her hip

"Y/n's in there."

"ugh fine, OMG Rafe your so funny" she yells

"shh, put this on" I give her my green sweater that I fully well know Y/n loves a dick move I know, but maybe that is what needs to get her to remember all our memories. After all, how can I forget that third of December?

'Cause now that they're gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say

We start walking down the hall as Heather starts laughing loudly.

at the end of the hall, I see her and my sister pocking their heads out from Sarah's room

"Uh hi," I say

"Hi," Y/n says as she quickly looks at the ground

"Hi," Heather says.

We all look at Sarah

"I'm not saying hi," she says.

now I know I shouldn't do this, but I can't stop myself as I see the hurt in Y/n's eyes

"Could we maybe talk Y/n?"

"Sure yeah, let's," she says as we quietly walk into another room.

"What's up?" she asks as she looks at the ground

"Just wanted to hear how you are."

"uhh, not good, it kinda sucks being blown off by your best friend." shit

"I haven't blown you off." I have

"You have. I see Heather is wearing your sweater." shit, okay, Rafe; this is your moment tell her everything.

"Yeah, I gave it to her, she looks better than me in it anyways." FUCK ME! how fucking stupid can I be precisely what I said to Y/n that third of December

"I feel like I've heard that before," she says, and she's right, okay now you can fix this Rafe!

but jealousy from JJ comes rushing over me as I say, "Calm down, its just polyester."

"It doesn't matter what it is. You like her better anyway" she walks out of the room. "Sarah, I'm going home," she yells

"y/n wait" I try to stop her

"what the hell did you do" I hear the voice of my sister say behind me.

"I fucked up."

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When you hurt under the surface Like troubled water running cold Well, time can heal, but this won't

Place: The Dock

"no please Y/n don't close your eyes," I say as her beautiful eyes close the tears streaming down my face hits the ground as I try to stop the bleeding

"hello 911 what's your emergency."

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Place: The Outer Banks Hospital

Time it's a thing that you sometimes can't have too much of in this case, that was just the thing, cause as the smell of hospital fills my nostrils, and the blood on my hands starts to dry, time stands still.

Cause I lost her and it's all my fault, if I hadn't hired Heather, we woudn't be here right now.

"Rafe" I hear a voice calling from beside me, I look over as I am met with my sister

"Sarah"

"What happened," she asks as tears stream down her face.

"Barry" I sob

"Barry, your fucking drug dealer, this is all your fault," she screams as she starts hitting my chest with her fists.

"Please don't."

"it is, you have always been the worst brother, but you got my friend shot."

"I didn't know it was gonna happen" I grab her wrist as I look her in the eyes

"Is she gonna be okay."

"they don't know that yet."

"no," she falls to her knees as she puts her face in hands.

Now Sarah and I have never been like normal siblings we hate each other, but at this moment we need each other, I fall to her level as I hug her. The tears start again as my body starts to shake.

"Sarah, I can't lose her. I love her."

"I know."

"no Sarah I'm in love with her" she freezes as she looks at me

"you," a male voice calls from behind us, but before either of us can react, a fist comes in contact with my face.

"you prick you got her killed," he says as we start to fight

"No, I didn't, you fucking Pouge."

"Guys stop," Kie's voice interrupts as she breaks us apart, "we need to be here for y/n."

"but he killed her, kie."

"no he didn't JJ Barry shot her, we don't know if she's dead, stop saying that"

"but what if she is Kie I can't lose her."

"I can't either you dickhead" I try to punch him again, but Sarah stops me

And with that said, a nurse walks out, making us all go dead silent.

"Miss Y/l/n is out of surgery, but she is currently in a deep coma we don't know how long it will take for her to wake up, or if she will, but we got the bullet removed, and we are pleased to say that the shooter has been caught"

"thank you, " John b says

"So, who's going to go see her first?" Pope asks

"Honestly I think it should be Rafe," John B says to my surprise

"What why he's the one that got her here in the first place," JJ says

"JJ it's barry's fault, Rafe, you should go in," Kie says

So, before you go, Was there something I could've said to make your heartbeat better?

"hi baby, it's Rafe. I'm so sorry that I put you in this situation, y/n I want you to be strong please, I can't lose you, not you. Anyone but you. I don't know if you can hear me, but the doctors said that there was a chance that you could, so I'm just trying okay. Y/n we have been best friends since forever and ever since I started realizing what feelings were I knew I felt that towards you, I remember when we were small we would always hold hands, and I would give you fake lollipop rings asking you to marry me, and you would always say in some years. Y/n I need those years. I need those years with you. You are what makes me wake up in the morning and what makes me fall asleep at night. And when I saw you getting close with JJ, I got jealous, and I hired Heather, and I know it's wrong, but y/n, please forgive me. Y/n, I love you, so please don't go okay. was there something I could have done anything to prevent this, y/n I want to feel your hand squeezing mine again or your lips on my cheek whenever you leave, I need you y/n please."

Why isn't she waking up she should be waking up why isn't it working why am I not waking up from a horrible nightmare by now why don't she squeeze my hand back

"y/n, please wake up... why aren't you waking up, y/n please" the tears fall freely from my eyes hitting her blanket while softly shaking her.

"Rafe stop, don't do that," Sarah says as she storms through the door "come here," and for the first time I think ever Sarah cares and hugs me like a little sister

"it's my fault" I sob

"no Rafe stop it, I didn't mean that."

"But you were right, what if there was something I could have done, to at least just make her stay awake for a little longer."

"Rafe, there wasn't this isn't your fault. let's go home okay you need to wash the blood off you."

"no, I can't leave her."

"Rafe, you need to go home and take a shower, and then you can return again, okay?" I nod softly as we start walking out the door

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As the water drops runs down my body while the towel is hanging loosely around my waist all I can think about is that they are right this is my fault, what if I had never even started on doing drugs then she would be okay this is all my fault.

The drawer in the nightstand where my gun is at that's my only solution, right? If I don't have y/n, then I don't want to live, and the doctors said there was a minimal chance of her surviving, so who the hell am I kidding, after all, I did this.

As my hand comes in contact with the cold metal, all the memories come rushing back, right from the start to the end. As I lift my arm pushing the gun against the side of my head, the tears start falling again, but it's only when I hear the click signally the weapon was now loaded. I fall out of my trance, dropping the gun to the floor.

I can't just leave when things get rough. She needs me. and I need her

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Time: a year before the accident.

If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather. So, before you go, Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting? It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless So before you go

your pov

A day at the pool sounded like a great idea when Topper laid out the idea, but now when I'm in my bikini looking at myself, it sounds like less of a good idea. My tights look bigger, and my stretch marks are more noticeable, not to mention my ass is not the best today.

Tears start to fill up my eyes as I sit down on my bed.

But before I can even wipe the tears from my face, Rafe comes through my door, smiling, but his smile falls as he sees the tears falling from my eyes.

"love what's going on," he asks with concern in his voice as he wraps his arms around me.

"it's nothing."

"it clearly is, y/n please what is it?."

"I'm just so ugly and fat a-"

"y/n y/l/n you are none of that you are the most beautiful girl on this planet, there is no one more beautiful than you. And I want you to realize that. when you smile, I smile, and you are not fat. You are perfect and beautiful, and you make me a better person, y/n I love you. You are the person I love most in this world, and you are perfect" he interrupts me, I start to sob at his words as I throw my arms around his neck holding him tighter than ever. all I want is to kiss him, but I know I can't, cause, after all, we are just best friends

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Time: two weeks before the accident

Rafe's pov

Was never the right time, whenever you called Went little by little by little until there was nothing at all

I know what I'm doing is wrong. I should just tell her but, I need the right time and moment, and I need to think things through.

Cause I love her

"RAFE YOU PIECE OF SHIT, DID YOU TAKE SOME OF MY MONEY" here we go again with my father, but another day another fight right

"When will you understand dad, I didn-" before I can finish my sentence, my phone rings, I quickly see who's calling.

Y/n

"Dad, I have do take this," I say about to take it, but before I can press the button, he takes the phone out of my hand.

"the hell you aren't."

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place: midsummers

Our every moment I start to replay

You know midsummers used to be a decent event, but without y/n by my side, I have realized how fucked it actually is.

cause with Heather now by my side, which cost me money, not a single smile has fallen from my lips, with y/n that was never a problem

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"y/n please, I hate dancing," I said as y/n dragged me across the dance floor.

"yeah, but I love to so you have to" she smiled a smile that makes the whole room light up, a smile that makes everyone else around smile too. a smile that belongs to my favorite person

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But all I can think about is seeing that look on your face

"Rafe it's Y/n" Heather pulls me out of my thoughts

"shit do something," and she indeed does cause as her lips capture mine by surprise all I can wish is for those lips to be y/n's, I open my eyes and catch hers. behind the scoff she pulls, there is pain cause I know her better than I know myself and I know that I cause the pain

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When you hurt under the surface Like troubled water running cold Well, some can heal, but this won't So before you go Was there something I could've said to make your heartbeat better? If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather. So, before you go, Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting? It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless So before you go

Time: a month after the accident

Place: Outer banks hospital

A month a month has gone, and nothing new. I think people are starting to worry about me after I almost haven't talked to anyone, and I don't think I have left the hospital for two weeks.

Yesterday she stopped breathing for some seconds, and I swear at that moment my world crumbled into pieces, the doctors said it was normal. But holding her pale hand is hard, and not knowing if she's going to wake up is even more challenging.

"y/n, I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can, I need to tell you something. If you're in pain, I want you to know that it's okay. You can let go if the pain is too much, cause you deserve peace, and if that is letting go, then it's okay, but y/n before you go, I need to say something else. I talked with Heather and, I found out that she is actually into girls, and she did it so she could impress the girl she is in love with. they're together now, so that's good, but y/n I never loved Heather."

Would we be better off by now If I'd have let my walls come down? Maybe, I guess we'll never know You know, you know

"But I can't help but wonder if I had just told you how I felt, if everything would be better now, or if you would have been holding me too right now, I guess we'll never know. But before you go know that I love you. I'm sorry."

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One week later and I'm still here, I heard the doctors talking today about her maybe not making it, but they can't just give up right.

Right?

Every night for the week, I have been having the same dream y/n wakes up, and then I wake up, and she is still not awake.

It's a pattern that doesn't seem to stop.

"Rafe?"

I can't take it anymore I can't go through it again.

"stop this isn't real, you aren't real please" my eyes stay shut as my hands pull my hair

"Rafe what happened, please open your eyes."

"no, it isn't real."

"what? I'm confused."

"you aren't awake; it's just another dream," a pain in my hand makes my eyes open quickly as I see y/n pinching my hand while looking at me.

"I don't think you can feel pain in dreams" she laughs a little, but before I can even think I swing my arms around her afraid if I let go she will be gone again

"your real" I sob as the tears fall down on her shoulder

"yeah," her hands find my hair as she hugs me back "I'm sorry it took so long, but I couldn't wake up. I tried to believe me, but I couldn't."

"it's okay at least your awake now. I didn't think I would ever hear you talk again."

"I heard everything, you know. I'm sorry if you felt like I was in love with JJ I never was"

"you heard everything?" I ask as we make eye contact

"yeah, and you wanna hear a secret" she moves up to my ear as she whispers "I love you too Rafe Cameron" I smile as the tears start to fall again, I hold her face as tears begin to fall from her eyes too, I move closer to her, and our foreheads meet.

"can I?"

"I would want nothing more, Rafe."

And even though it took years and a gun, our lips finally meet, as a new chapter of our lives starts but this time with each other hand in hand

"why did you hire heather? Why didn't you just talk to me," she asks as she breaks the kiss, but I quickly close the gap again, but of course not before I reply.

"Enough About Heather."

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cal-flakes · 2 months

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Dealer Rafe x dumb crybaby bimbo reader Where the readers just like a casual hook up to rafe, but she doesn’t understand that’s all she is. So she’s get all upset and cry’s to rafe asking why she can’t be around him all the time.

(This could also be easier if one of them is already in a relationship and that why they can’t be together all the time and can only hook up)

Sorry sweetheart I know this is a long request.

i imagine this isn’t quite what you wanted, but i simply couldn’t handle rafe not being that into me.

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— “what aren’t you getting kid? w’hooked up a couple times, end of” he sneered, patience wearing thin as your meek sniffles echoed through the phone. “no! no rafe! you told me to call you if i needed you!” you pleaded, chipped and bitten nails tapping anxiously against your phone case. “yeah, for coke. not whenever you needed to get off, jesus” rafe sighed, wiping his forehead in exasperation, desperate to get off the phone.

he didn’t understand it himself, his unwillingness to simply end the call, block your number, it wasn’t like him. he had a lengthy list of blocked contacts, and usually never struggled to add to it— but not you, there was something about you that had him relenting. whether it was the hold he had on you, causing an eagerness to please he’d never experienced before, or simply just your pretty tits, he didn’t know.

what he did know, was that he was rafe cameron, the rafe cameron. there was no chance he was going to let himself be tied down so soon, he’d barely relished in the lifestyle of the islands most popular supplier before he met you, and he couldn’t let you get in the way of that.

after some back and forth, you’d told yourself one last plea, your last straw of dignity before you gave up. “please rafe! i just— i just need you! jus’ one last time rafey, please” you cried, pulling a lip between your teeth as your fingers crossed.

a final huff of air left his nose as he chucked his head back, internally cringing at your begs. he almost felt bad for letting this go on so long, he should’ve shut it down a while ago, it wasn’t fair. “fine, one last time. m’serious kid, alright?”

that definitely wasn’t the last time.

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cal-flakes · 8 months

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╰┈➤ soft touches in the morning

warnings: just fluff.

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a muffled groan from beneath the covers met her ears, prompting her eyes to widen in excitement as she quickly turned over, pulling the blanket back. “rafe?” she squeaked, relief washing over her as the seeming forever-lasting boredom was finally over. y/n was an early bird, yet didn’t like getting out of bed without him, so her only choice was to wait patiently until he opened his eyes.

yawning, he lifted his head from the pillow slightly, taking in the ear to ear grin on her face, covered slightly by the tangles of her hair. “hi baby..” he cooed tiredly, squinting as the glaring sun attacked his eyes. “c’mere..” he rasped, snaking his arms around her waist before pulling her weight on top of him. “rafe..we have to get up..” she whined, huffing as her actions contradicted her words. shuffling down, she rested her head in the crook of his neck while her nails drew patterns on his chest.

“mm..stay like this for a bit…yeah?” he breathed, allowing his eyes to flutter shut again as his hand moved to her hair, massaging her scalp gently.

“you’re so cute” she sighed, giggling to herself as she looked up at him. cocking a brew, he re-opened an eye to glare at her. “cute? i’m not cute” he huffed, pouting his bottom lip out.

“what are you then?” she laughed, stroking the pad of her thumb along his jawline. “me? i’m manly” he chuckled, puffing his chest out as his grip on her waist tightened, his fingers playing with the waistband of her sleep shorts— his boxers. “sure you are..”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he yelped quietly, craning his neck to face her as his mouth fell agape, feigning hurt. “i mean, you’re a big baby” she teased.

before she had time to react, his grip tightened and he flipped the two of them, suddenly pinning her beneath him. “that right, sweetheart?” he grinned, mischief dripping from his words as she struggled against his weight.

he chuckled as she tried and failed multiple times to escape, but to no avail. “you give up?” he suggested, prompting an answer as he pressed numerous wet kisses to her forehead. “never!” she laughed, attempting to fool him for a second as she went limp, before quickly springing into action, trying to pull her knees up against her chest. “c’mon baby, just tap out— you know you want to..” he snickered, staring down at her expectantly.

“fine!— get off me, jerk” she huffed, grateful for the sudden distance as her lungs suddenly had more space for air. “don’t be such a sore loser, it’s not a good look” he smirked, pushing off from the bed before moving to the doorway.

“oh, you are such an asshole rafe cameron!” she seethed, swatting his chest as followed behind him hurriedly— soon stomping passed him.

“an asshole that you love, right angel?” rafe chuckled, quickly swiping at her legs, eliciting a squeal as he lifted her into the air, carrying her down the stairs.

“maybe if you make me pancakes i will..” she suggested, turning to smile at him sweetly as he simply laughed, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “yeah, okay..”

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cal-flakes · 9 months

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I want to see how Rafe would react to reader having a habit of skipping meals. Like he asks her what she ate today and she just says Starbucks or something… idk I feel like he would be suuuper protective abt it

╰┈➤ skipping meals w protective!rafe (blurb)

warnings: sensitive topics such as restricted eating, light swearing, talks of anxiety. warning! rather in-depth description of y/n skipping meals, swapping meals for beverages etc, please read at your own discretion.

summary: y/n opens up to rafe about her trouble with maintaining a healthy diet.

“hi angel..” he cooed as she slid into the passenger seat, having waited outside her work for him to pick her up. she smiled sweetly, sucking in a harsh breath as she took in his beauty. she knew rafe had a busy day of meetings, as he’d told her that morning, hence why he was suited and booted, determined to make a good impression on some buyers.

“you have a good day at work?” he queried, glancing at her as he pulled out of his parking space. “it was okay, a bit busy for a tuesday..” she hummed, resting her head against the seat, watching the ocean as they drove along the coast. turning to face him, she placed a gentle hand on his cheek, stroking it affectionately.

“what about you?” she asked, struggling to find a smooth rhythm against his skin while her hand trembled slightly, alerting her to her low blood sugar. “yeah it was good baby, are you okay?” he questioned, his brows furrowing slightly. “i’m fine, what do you mean?”

“you’re shaking, have you eaten today?” he mumbled, placing a reassuring hand on her thigh. y/n bowed her head slightly as she fidgeted in the seat next to him, considering a subject change.

“i’ve had a coffee..” she muttered, anticipating a lecture. “one coffee isn’t food baby, you need food” he sighed, squeezing her leg.

she diverted her gaze to the road, her brows furrowing as they took the wrong exit, now going the opposite way to his house. “where are you going?” she queried, watching as they passed signposts for a nearby store.

“we’re going to the store angel, gonna get you something to eat, m’kay?” he offered, somewhat sternly, letting her know he was serious.

an empty feeling pooled in her stomach as the words left his mouth, her foot now tapping against the footwell anxiously. “rafe i’m not hungry” she whined, shooting him a pleading look.

“it doesn’t have to be a meal, even just a little snack, or an apple or something. you can’t not eat anything all day sweetheart, you’ll get sick” he cooed, motioning with his hand as he spoke. sighing, she fell back against the seat with a slight huff, turning her face away from him.

“if you promise to get something to eat, even just something small, i’ll take you to starbucks on the way home, yeah?” he suggested, taking the keys out of the ignition before turning to face her fully.

her eyes lit up slightly at the offer, suddenly contemplating it heavily. “can it be an iced coffee?” she giggled, placing a gentle hand on his knee.

nodding, his lip curled upwards. “if that’s what you want baby, but you gotta get a snack first, alright?”

“m’kay”

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hi babe <3 I just wanted to say congrats on 1.5k! you def deserve it! can I request dealer Rafe x reader with “I’ll be here when you wake up”? Maybe she’s gotten really hurt and he’s just at her bedside or something! I’d love to see him go crazy over her <3

╰┈➤ prompt eleven, dealer!rafe

warnings: light swearing, mentions of stitches.

“get the fuck out!” he bellowed, bursting through the door in a flash, not giving the nurse’s horrified expression a second thought. “rafe it wasn’t his fault!” kiara plead, coming between the two. “wasn’t his fault? why was she out there in the first place, huh?” he snapped, his eyes flickering between the boy and her, bruised and broken.

“look man, she asked if she could have a go on my board, i didn’t know she had no idea how to surf..” jj argued, pushing away from the chair at her bedside, coming face to face with her seething boyfriend.

“i told you, maybank. if you ever, ever— let anything happen to her, i’d fucking kill you. so i suggest you fuck off, and don’t come near her again, alright?” rafe growled, nostrils flared as he puffed out his chest, revelling in the fear in kiara’s eyes. “c’mon jay, we can see if she’s okay later..” she muttered, tugging on the back of jj’s tank top.

sighing in relief, he let himself relax for the first time since he got the phone call as he watched the door close behind him. “i’m— i’m sorry about that, alright? is she going to be okay?” rafe mumbled, turning to face the nurse, who clutched her clipboard tight.

“i assume you’re the boyfriend?” she asked, eyes flickering to the girl laying on the bed. nodding frantically, rafe moved to perch on the edge. “she’s going to be fine, but she’ll need a lot of rest. a hairline fracture on one of her ribs, and she took a nasty bump to the head, knocked herself out cold, but she should be waking up shortly”

nodding, he muttered a quiet thank you as she left the room.

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“rafe..rafe?” she croaked weakly, groaning as the pain rushed through her, deciding against turning look at him. his eyes widened quickly, rushing to her side immediately. “i’m here angel, i’m here..” he cooed, stroking her tatty hair away gentle, careful not to brush his hand against the growing bump on the side of her skull.

“what happened?” she whimpered, wincing as she took a deep breath, noting the unfamiliar feeling in her chest. “surf accident, you were with the pogues..” he sighed, deflating at the thought.

“oh..” she groaned, fighting against the yawn overriding her face muscles. “please don’t be mad at jj, it wasn’t his fault..” she whispered, allowing her eyes to flutter shut again. “i’m not baby, i’m just worried about you..” he spoke softly, lying as if he hadn’t already informed barry of the situation. “m’tired”

“go to sleep sweetheart, i’ll be here when you wake up, alright?” he whispered, a small frown curling at his lips as he looked over her injuries. “m’kay..love you..” she mumbled, her breathing deepening as she fell back into a slumber.

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thinking about waking rafe up by softly kissing his neck and jaw, and then just spending the morning in bed covering each other in gentle kisses

╰┈➤ morning kisses (blurb)

warnings: just fluff.

summary: y/n can’t get back to sleep when she wakes up too early, so the only choice is to make rafe get up as well.

quiet huffs left her nose as she tossed and turned beside his exposed body. too hot, too cold, too tired but can’t sleep. it went on and on. she’d woken up around six that morning, for no apparent reason, but unfortunately she’d decided to check the time, tricking her mind into thinking it was time to get up.

so there she lay, for two hours, desperate for more sleep, yet to no avail. another half hour had passed when she decided she’d had enough, and if she was going to be awake, so was he.

grinning to herself, she shuffled closer to his warm body as he lay surrounded by pillows and blankets, gentle snores pouring out of his mouth.

“rafe..” she whispered as she trailed a soft thumb over his jaw, soon pressing light kisses along the chiselled bone. she giggled as he let out a sleepy groan, yet leant into her touch.

her eyes lit up as his opened for a split second, soon frowning as they fluttered shut again. “no…wake up!” she whined, prodding his cheek. “shh..” he grumbled, pressing a lazy finger to her lips as he rolled over, suffocation her as he threw his other arm over her face.

gasping for air, she wriggled out of his grip, coming nose to nose with him. “it’s time to get up now, wakey wakey!” she laughed, sticking her tongue out to reach his nose.

“it’s so early baby, go back to sleep..” he sighed, furrowing his brows as he glanced at her through squinted eyes. “i’ve been awake for hours! it’s so lonely all by myself!” she wailed exasperatedly before moving from beside him to straddle his waist.

she continued to prod his face while his hands instinctively searched for a grip on her waist. “c’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” she groaned, tugging the blankets away from him.

“if you don’t get up right now, i will cry!” she threatened, pouting at him as his lips folded into a hazy smile. meeting her eyes, his smile widened as he saw the way her lips stuck out in desperation.

“ok-okay! i’m up..” he huffed, shuffling further up the bed to rest against the headboard. she beamed at him in delight as her hands traced patterns on his buff chest. “yay!” she squeaked, squeezing his torso with her legs.

yawning, he stretched his arms out before folding them behind his head. “you hungry baby?” he asked groggily, the slight morning rasp in his voice causing her insides to flutter. humming in response, she shuffled closer to him, essentially straddling his chest while he rubbed gentle circles into the exposed skin below his oversized t-shirt she’d worn to sleep the night before. “what d’you wanna eat sweetheart?”

“hmm..” her face twisted in thought as she jokingly stroked her chin. “pancakes?” she suggested giddily. “you want pancakes? what kind?”

“i think just lemon and sugar today..”

“okay angel, c’mon” he cooed, using his strength to pick the two of them up off the bed, gripping her thighs as she wrapped her arms around her neck.

“you’re the best rafey..” she mumbled, feeling a sudden wave of tiredness wash over her as he made his way down to the kitchen, her head buried in the crook of his neck.

“i know princess…”

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mean!rafe with prompt 30

╰┈➤ prompt thirty, mean/dealer!rafe

warnings: swearing, violence. (i changed this a bit because i really wanted to write this with a not-so mean rafe)

‘what are you? my dad?’ the snarky words circled in his mind as he fidgeted with his hands, eyes on the road as barry drove. “what’s got you in such a mood man?” his friend teased as he steered the car with ease. “she’s too fucking nice, that’s what” he retorted, leaning on his hand as his arm rested against the window. “too nice? the fuck you mean’ too nice?” barry chuckled, brows furrowed in confusion.

rafe sighed as his head fell back against the passenger seat, thinking over the situation from earlier. if he’d just agreed to go with her, he wouldn’t be so anxious, he thought.

“we got in a- in an argument earlier-” he started, stumbling over his words before barry cut him off. “argument? what’d you do?” he laughed, glancing at his frustrated friend. “i didn’t do anything bad man, was’ just tryin’ to protect her y’know?” he rambled, his eyes flitting around as the neared the coast.

“see- she came downstairs, all dressed up for the fuckin’ bonfire and shit man, and i- and i told her not to wear that shit, said’ she’d get too cold or someone would do something” sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “and look, i know it sounds like i was being a dick, but i just- just want her to be safe, y’know? i don’t know man, i just have a bad feeling..”

barry nodded along as rafe spoke, for once actually understanding what he was saying, rather than him speaking in incoherent mutters. “nah man, i get you..” he agreed, eyes narrowing at the street sign with directions to the beach. “listen bro, we could just fuckin’ go down there, find her? put your mind at ease or somethin’ y’know?” he suggested, using his free hand to toss the end of his joint out the window. the pair nodded in sync as silence ensued, both rafe and barry now focused on the task at hand, finding y/n.

rafe was first out of the car once they pulled up, his eyes fixing on the glowing orange light of the annual bonfire, guiding them both to it. “yo man, where abouts’ you think she’ll be?” barry called, aware of the sudden loudness surrounding them. “she’s wearing a white dress kinda’ thing, s’got flowers on it” rafe called back as the pair exchanged a knowing nod, parting ways to scour the groups of young adults.

after what felt like forever of pushing and shoving, rafe’s eyes fell on a small frame, cowering into the rocks as a taller boy caged her in. closing in, his eyes narrowed as his vision became clearer, and the look on her face said it all. anger coursed through the veins in his hands as they clenched, his eyes locking onto her wide ones, a nervous look behind them.

as well as his sight, his hearing only got better as he got closer to the interaction. “i don’t see your boyfriend anywhere, what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him..”

rafe’s ears perked up at the sly tone, suddenly finding himself spinning the boy around to face him. “no but this will you fuckin’ cunt” he spat, launching himself forward to land a nasty right hook to the boys jaw, who turned out to be significantly smaller than himself.

once the boys back met the ground, rafe stood over him tauntingly, almost daring him to get back up.

satisfied with his intimidation, his eyes wandered to the trembling girl beside him, her hands grasping at his untucked shirt. “you’ okay sweetheart?” he cooed, turning fully to cup her face while barry dealt with his newest victim. “mhm..” she hummed, letting her head fall into his chest as she wrapped her arms around his lean torso.

“m’sorry rafe..” she whimpered as she pulled away from the hug, her glassy eyes meeting his hardened ones. “you were right..”

“don’t you apologise, alright? you’ve got nothing to be sorry for, this was that assholes fault, not yours” rafe stated sternly as his hands found her face once more, forcing her to look at him. “okay..” she whispered, her lip quivering slightly.

“c’mon, let’s go home..”

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I hope I can req a piece with this prompt? “ you don't have to be gentle. i won't break. " with dealer!rafe? tysm!!

i hope you don’t mind that i made this nsfw! i don’t write a lot of smut and i saw an opportunity! if you’d prefer a fluffy one, please let me know and i’d be happy to do that!

╰┈➤ don’t be gentle (blurb)

warnings: smut, choking, praising, implied pain kink (kinda? not really¿ idk.)

summary: rafe crumbles when his good girl wants him to be rough.

soft whimpers escaped her mouth as she ground down on him in the back of the car, straddling his waist. rafe’s chest heaved as he trailed wet, needy kisses along her jawline, his hands just lingering on her waist, afraid to touch her.

cupping his face, he groaned slightly as her nails scrapped against his skin, tilting his head to meet her lips. “fuck angel..” he muttered breathlessly, his free hand tangling itself in her long locks.

“need..you..” she breathed, her lips moving in sync with his desperately. nodding against her, he let go of his grip in her hair, snaking it between them to undo his belt while his other hand lay on the curve of her hips, rubbing soft circles into her skin.

fortunately, they’d ended up in a secluded parking lot that night, intending to watch the stars, though her lips gloss had been extra glossy, drawing rafe to them as soon as he’d pulled the keys from the ignition.

using both arms, he lifted her up, allowing him room to shimmy his pants down to his ankles. slowly taking his hands away, she lowered herself onto the tip of his strained cock, teasing her clit with it.

she mewled in his grip as he buried himself into her wet folds, giving her a second to adjust. a muffled gasp fell from her mouth as she quick bit into his shoulder, overwhelmed with the sudden fullness.

“you alright baby?” he moaned, kneeding her behind softly. “mhm” she hummed, building up a rhythm as she rocked her hips against him.

she shuddered as his hands quickly slipped under her dress while it bunched up between them, holding her hips delicately.

“rafe..” she whined, drawing his attention to her flushed face. “you-you don’t have to be gentle, i won’t break..”

a shiver ran down her spine as his eyes darkened, narrowing at her, causing her to shrink against him. “i don’t want to hurt you angel” he cooed against her ear, causing electricity to surge through her, pooling in her stomach. “you won’t, please, just put your hands on me baby..” she whimpered, slowing her pace against him to let him take over.

“you want me to put my hands on you princess, huh?” he soothed menacingly, trailing a teasing hand over her trachea, the cool metal of his ring clad fingers prompting goosebumps along her skin. “mhm, yeah..”

“what my pretty wants, my pretty girl gets..” he whispered, a slight chuckle to his tone as her suddenly found a tight grip on her neck, and the other squeezing her waist, leaving behind crescent indents.

“shit..” she whispered through strangled moans, allowing herself to go limp against him as he fucked into her harshly, inciting the coil in her stomach to tighten.

“you want me to be rough with you baby? is that it?” he snarled against her face, pressing sloppy kisses to her flushed cheeks. humming in response, she threw her head back, earning a look from him.

“no, no..use your words princess, you were all confident a second ago, what happened?” he teased as he thrusted into her relentlessly.

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CONGRATS ON 1500 BBY U DESERVE IT :*

would loveee to see #25 with dom!dealer!dark! rafe <3

╰┈➤ prompt twenty-five, dealer!rafe

warnings: gunplay, overstimulation, hair pulling, slapping, very nsfw.

muffled whimpers escaped her lips as she pulled them together, careful not to make a sound as he pushed the cool metal barrel into her cheek. “yeah, you like that huh?” he seethed as he thrusted relentlessly into her wet folds. gritting his teeth, he quickly used his other hand to grab her jaw before roughly bring her face to his. “you wanna fuckin’ ignore me?” he spat as he smacked his hand lightly across her flushed cheeks.

she shook her head frantically, her senses overridden by the building sensation in her stomach. “so be a good girl and stay still” he teased, a menacing tone dripping from his tongue as beads of sweat appeared along his hair line. humming in response, she mewled beneath him, ever so aware of the loaded weapon, now pressed into her temple.

“fu-fuck rafe i-” she cried, tightening her grip on his bicep, leaving a trail of crescent indents. her brows knitted together suddenly as he pulled out slowly. “no, no- what are you doing?” she wailed, desperately reaching to pull him back in. “you gonna cum baby?” he cooed, feigning a comforting demeanour. “mhm..” she sighed, “please..”

“beg” he smirked, discarding the metal weapon to shuffle down the bed, instead pressing hungry kisses to the inside of her thighs. “shit- oh fuck- please rafe, please let me cum..” she plead, her fingers running over his buzzed head.

he chuckled lowly, pulling away again to meet her eyes. “you can do better then that sweetheart, don’t make me ask again..” he growled, returning his mouth to her throbbing clit hike his ring clad fingers pushed through her wet folds, earning a gasp of delight.

“please, i’ll be good, i’ll be so, so good for you! please let me cum!” she cried, her brows furrowing again as the coil in her abdomen tightened, earning a smirk from him as he felt her walls clench around his fingers. “much better baby..”

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hi! is it okay if i get an imagine (or hcs!) of dealer!rafe getting asked out by super popular/pretty!reader? i know he'd be in disbelief lol

╰┈➤ asking out dealer!rafe

warnings: alcohol, light swearing.

summary: rafe’s taken by surprise when y/n, the naive, kook princess asks him out.

“i think i’m gonna do it..” she giggled, sipping her drink as she eyed him from across the bar. “are you crazy? that’s rafe cameron! he’s a fucking psycho!” her friend argued, glaring at the girl who sat opposite her.

“don’t be ridiculous, you know everything about him was just a rumour, right?” y/n huffed, scoffing at her friend’s judgmental behaviour. “they weren’t rumours y/n, why do you think he disappeared for so long? it wasn’t just because he wanted a break!” she snapped, exasperated.

“just because you listen to every little thing anyone tells you, doesn’t mean it’s true bethany!” y/n spat back, falling back into her seat in disappointment. “and so what if he did some bad shit! people get second chances!”

“people don’t get second chances for murder, y/n” her friend replies flatly, rolling her eyes. “oh shut up, rafe cameron is not a murderer! we went to school with him!” y/n retorted in a hushed tone, quickly becoming aware that he might’ve heard the whole thing.

“sure, okay. do what you want, it’s your funeral..” bethany muttered, quickly gulping down her drink as if the argument had exhausted her. holding her head high, y/n pushed away from the table as she narrowed her eyes at her friend.

weaving through the numerous tables surrounded by people, y/n quickly readjusted her hair as she walked up to his table, quickly counting the heads crowding it. fortunately for her, it seemed to be only rafe and barry at the same bar tonight, unlike the majority of the time when he’s surrounded by people desperate for drugs.

stepping up to the table, she cleared her throat, swiftly drawing the pairs attention away from what looked like a rather serious conversation.

“oh hey, uhh y/n? isn’t it?” rafe asked politely, turning to face the girl who began to crumble under his stare. “yeah, y/n. we went to school together..” she spoke sheepishly, hopefully jogging his memory. “shit! yeah of course, i remember you, always hanging out with that other girl, um, bethany?” he exclaimed, nodding at barry as if to clue him in.

both rafe and y/n turned to glance at y/n’s now empty seat, earning a sour look from her friend, who rolled her eyes once more before turning away. “yeah, that’s bethany..” y/n replied, let down by her friends actions.

“anyways..” she started, looking down at rafe, who leant back in his chair arrogantly. “i was wondering if i could buy you a drink? i noticed yours was a little empty..” she mumbled, her previous confidence suddenly fading away.

both rafe’s and barry’s eyebrows lifted, a shocked expression settling on their faces. “ooo! you got girls fallin’ at your feet now country club!” barry hollered obnoxiously.

“fuck off man- uh, yeah of course” rafe grinned charmingly, pushing himself from his seat. “great!” y/n beamed, stepping away slightly to give him space.

he held his arm out around her waist, yet never touched her, simply guiding her through the bodies queuing at the bar. making room for her, his eyes inspected her timid frame as she slipped through to a sudden gap along the bar stand, letting herself be caged in between his veiny arms.

“how about, i buy you a drink?” he offered, smirking down at her. “that wasn’t the deal!” she squeaked, smiling up at him sweetly. “nah, it wasn’t, but it could be?” he suggested again, tilting his head in amusement.

“hmm, what if…i let you buy me a drink, and you give me your number?” she asked, bowing her head quickly. “but then you get two things, and i get no things?” he laughed, closing the space between them quickly as a few drunken bodies passed behind him.

sucking in a harsh breath as the sudden closeness, she pulled her lip between her teeth nervously as her cheeks began to flush.

“you were the one who suggested you buy me a drink instead!” she exclaimed, swatting at his chest playfully. “plus, you could always just get a date with me to make up for it?” she teased, resting her back against the bar counter.

“you know how to negotiate huh? got a smart one here..” he mocked, chuckling slightly. “but uh, yeah, sounds good. so i give you my number, and you call me..let’s say, tomorrow?”

“tomorrow it is!” she giggled, watching as his attention diverted to the bartender coming their way.

“perfect, now, what are you drink darlin’?”

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╰┈➤ enemies to lovers hc’s

warnings: swearing, alcohol.

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: ̗̀➛ rafe cameron, nasty little boy turned chivalrous gentlemen? she couldn’t even begin to fathom it.

: ̗̀➛ he was the boy who pulled her hair in class, and tripped her over in the hallway, leaving her to pick up loose pieces of paper and books, while he laughed from afar at her despair.

: ̗̀➛ she hated him, she hated him so much that even just his name had her blood boiling.

: ̗̀➛ to put it into words would be pointless really, cause the name rafe itself turned her into a word-vomiting mess.

: ̗̀➛ “a fucking jerk” and “a slimy, arrogant asshole” was the best her friends could make out once she started.

: ̗̀➛ oh, but he hated her too. he hated her pretty pink dresses, and the way she knew every answer in class, and how she’d never give a boy like him a second thought.

: ̗̀➛ but was it really hatred? or just longing? — longing for the girl who buried her nose in romance novels too long for him to even catch her eye.

: ̗̀➛ he’d never admit it though, of course not. y/n y/l/n? well, she was just a stuck up bitch who wore too much fuckin’ pink.

: ̗̀➛ yet, when she landed a part time gig at the island club, he couldn’t help but find himself there everyday, same place, same spot.

: ̗̀➛ “you gonna serve me sweetheart?” he’d tease, that same slimy smirk on his face— just like when they were eleven, this time he was taller, way taller, and he’d buzzed his hair.

: ̗̀➛ “you get the same thing everyday rafe, i’m not a moron” she’d bite back, rolling her eyes as his lingered on her hips, noticing the new way in which they swayed, nothing like the girl he knew years back— braces and pigtails.

: ̗̀➛ “you’re different..but i can’t put my finger on it” he hummed on a bland, tuesday afternoon once, leaning over the bar counter for a closer look. “it’s crazy how people change over the years, don’t you think?”

: ̗̀➛ “it’s a shame you’re still an asshole then..”

: ̗̀➛ “woah, you’ve definitely gained some confidence kid”

: ̗̀➛ one more roll of the eyes was given as she slid the whiskey glass across the counter, quickly turning away in search for another customer, but unfortunately for her, at four o’clock in the afternoon, he was the only one.

: ̗̀➛ “i’m not an asshole though, at least not anymore” he argued, taking a swift swig of his drink, relishing in the burn travelling down his throat. “oh yeah?” she’d scoff, leaning back against the opposite counter as she twirled a rag in her hand.

: ̗̀➛ “mhm, and i can prove it— if you let me take you out somewhere?”

: ̗̀➛ her eyes widened as she suddenly choked on her own breath, staring at him as if he was insane.

: ̗̀➛ “me? you want to take me out?” she gasped, almost scrambling to pick her jaw up from the floor.

: ̗̀➛ rafe would be utterly confused, completely baffled as to why she was so shocked. “i mean yeah? i asked you didn’t i?”

: ̗̀➛ y/n could hardly think straight, she was lucky the question didn’t knock her off her feet.

: ̗̀➛ no, no, no was on the tip of her tongue, but her mind couldn’t help but drift off to her inner eight year old, the one who stared at him across the room, longing for him to notice her.

: ̗̀➛ “is this some sort of sick joke?” her eyes narrowed, inching cautiously toward him.

: ̗̀➛ it took a good while for him to convince her he was being serious— that he wanted to take her on a date.

: ̗̀➛ “okay fine— you know where i live?”

: ̗̀➛ “of course, ‘pick you up at seven sweetheart”

: ̗̀➛ after clocking out for the day, you can bet your money she ran home, struggling to suppress the excitement while she rummaged through her closet, searching through the perfect thing.

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promt 32 with dealer rafe n bimbo reader

╰┈➤ prompt thirty-two, dealer!rafe

warnings: light swearing, mentions of drugs, fluff.

giggling to herself, she fidgeted with the hem of the oversized t-shirt covering her as she skipped through the living room, a search for her boyfriend ensuing. “rafe?” she called, looking around the empty room, brows furrowed. “yeah baby?” he called back. sighing in relief, she padded eagerly through to the kitchen, her eyes widening at the scene in front of her.

rafe sat at the kitchen island, shirtless, as he crouched over the pile of white resting on the scales, delicately going back and forth between little plastic bags to fill and weigh them. upon her arrival, he slouched back against the chair, a grin on his face as he met her eyes.

“you look nice” he smirked, noting her lack of underwear when she shuffled round to his side, allowing him to cup her behind with a strong hand. “thank you..” she smiled, placing her forehead on his chest. “so, you know how you love me?”

“oh god, what do you want?” he sighed playfully, pulling away to glance at her hopeful eyes for a second, soon returning to the tedious task that littered his kitchen island. she gasped quickly, holding a hand up to her heart jokingly. “who said i wanted something?” y/n frowned, folding her arms over her chest. “do you not want something?” he retorted, blue eyes fixed on the scales in front of him.

“well i-” she started, grimacing at being caught out, but she couldn’t lie to him. “exactly. so, what is it sweetheart?” he asked again, this time more expectant as he swivelled the chair round to stare at her, unintentionally making her knees weak as he did.

“i just wanted to ask if you would come to get some ice cream with me?” she asked sheepishly, giving him her best cheesy grin as she fiddled with her fingers.

sighing, rafe gestures to the mess in front of him. “i’ve got a lot of shit to do, maybe later yeah?” he suggested, waiting for the crocodile tears.

“please?” she begged, now pouting up at him as she bat her lashes, knowingly making him feel a bit guilty. “shit..” he muttered to himself while he looked between her and the small piles on the table. “stop, you know i can’t say no to you, especially when you look like this..” he groaned, cradling his own head as he mentally cursed her for knowing how to get him exactly where she wanted.

“so is that a yes?” she squeaked hopefully. “that’s a yes angel..” he nodded, chuckling as she suddenly scampered back through the kitchen, away to get dressed.

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cal-flakes · 8 months

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CONGRATS ON 1.5k BBY! SO WELL DESERVED!

could i get prompts 4 and 18? 🥺 like maybe readers brothers bsf rafe? like rafe likes reader and like they both like each other and all and he’s also super protective over the reader? if you want to that is! <3

AGAIN CONGRATS ON 1.5K YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!!

THANK YOU I LOVE YOU

╰┈➤ prompt four/eighteen, bfb!rafe

warnings: swearing, threats of violence, alcohol. author’s note: i loved this request so much!

tears streamed down her face as she burst through the front door of her house, tossing her bag aside as she hurried up the stairs, drawing attention from her brother and his friend who lounged in the living room. “y/n?” her brother called, quickly pushing away from the couch to follow her. the slam of her bedroom door was enough to have rafe following quickly, exchanging concerned glances with his friend.

ignoring the calls, y/n hurled herself into the comfort of her bed after locking the door, sinking into the sheets which would soon be coated with her wet tears.

“go away!” she yelled hysterically as her brothers knocks echoed through the room. “what happened y/n?” he tried again, his voice more tentative this time. “oscar please just go away!”

sighing, he leant back against the door, tilting his head at rafe, causing his friends brows to furrow.

“what?” he asked, his heart sinking as the sounds of her muffled sobs escaped through the crack of the door. “you try” oscar stated, ushering him closer to the door. “me?”

“yeah man, she’s got a thing for you..” he muttered, shaking his head as he started back towards the stairs, leaving rafe to attempt to draw her out. before he could argue back, oscar had disappeared downstairs, prompting rafe to turn back to the closed door, inhaling deeply.

despite the situation, he couldn’t control the small flutter in his stomach, his friends words circling his mind like a strangely-enjoyable migraine. “hey, y/n?” he called, leaning closer to the door.

the sound of his soothing, raspy voice had her head peeking out of the covers, quickly shuffling to the edge of the bed. “rafe?” she croaked, awaiting a response.

“yeah, it’s me. can i come in?” he asked carefully, his ring clad hand hovering over the handle as he heard movement on the other side, closing in on the door.

she didn’t answer, instead jumping up to unlock the door slowly, cracking it slightly.

his stomach churned and anger bubbles in his veins at the sight of mascara smears running down her flushed cheeks as her timid frame quivered behind the door. avoiding his gaze, she opened the door just enough for him to slide through before quickly locking it again.

turning back to the bed, she crawled under the sheets again, this time leaving room for him to slot in beside her.

making himself comfortable, he sat up fully against the headboard and opened his arm for her, ushering her to cuddle in. “c’mere, tell me what happened” he muttered, placing his hand gentle on her arm while he rubbed soft circles into her exposed skin.

“i- i went on a date..” she started, prompting rafe to divert his gaze, wincing at the thought. “and i- i thought he was a nice guy! he picked me up, and we went for a drive, and then- then suddenly he stops in the middle of some sketchy parking lot, and starts saying a bunch of creepy shit” she rambled, struggling to catch her breath.

“shh, can you take a deep breath for me?” he whispered, craning his neck to meet her eyes, mimicking the deep breath himself, inciting her to do the same.

nodding frantically she followed his movements, breathing through her nose and out of her mouth, their eyes never leaving one another’s.

“did he hurt you?” rafe questioned, his voice unnervingly cool. “no- no he didn’t, i hopped out as soon is it started to get scary..” she whispered. “i walked back..”

“you walked? why didn’t you call?” he asked, his forehead creasing in concern once again. to answer his question, she grabbed her phone from beside her, holding down the power button to show him the black screen. “it was dead..”

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