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“you really thought i forgot?” bf!Rafe Cameron x Reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚(Valentines special) ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Morning came in slow through the blinds, thin gold lines across tangled sheets and bare shoulders. The room still held that warm, half-asleep quiet, where the world felt paused and nothing outside the bed mattered yet.

You were awake first, but barely. The kind of awake where your eyes were closed and you were just listening, to the distant ocean wind, the house settling, the steady breathing behind you.

Rafe’s arm was heavy across your waist, hand loosely curled like he fell asleep holding on and never let go.

You smiled to yourself.

His voice came out rough with sleep. “You’re awake.”

“Mm,” you hummed. “You’re clingy.”

“Yeah,” he said without hesitation. “Deal with it.”

You turned slightly in his arms. His hair was a mess, eyes still heavy-lidded, expression soft in that unguarded way he never let the rest of the world see.

Then he frowned.

“What day is it?”

“Saturday.”

He squinted. “Date.”

You told him.

His eyes widened a fraction, then he groaned and dragged a hand down his face.

“Shit.”

“What?”

“Valentine’s Day.”

Your stomach dipped not dramatic, just noticeable. “Yeah.”

“I didn’t—” He pushed himself up on one elbow. “I didn’t get you anything.”

You tried to keep your face neutral. “Rafe, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” he muttered. “I meant to. I had it in my head and then this week got stupid and—” He exhaled hard. “I forgot.”

The words landed heavier than you expected. Not because you needed gifts, but because it was your first one together. Firsts mattered. Quietly.

“It’s okay,” you repeated, softer.

He leaned down, kissed your forehead, warm, lingering, apologetic. “I’ll make it up to you. I swear.”

“You don’t have to make anything up.”

“I do.”

He slid out of bed, already running a hand through his hair, mind clearly moving fast now. You watched him pull on sweatpants and a shirt, restless energy replacing sleep.

“I’m gonna go downstairs,” he said. “Start coffee. Think.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“Yeah.”

He gave you one more quick kiss and disappeared out the door.

The house went quiet.

You stayed in bed a while, longer than you meant to.

At first you told yourself you were being chill about it. Mature. Not weird. Not expectant. But the longer you stared at the ceiling, the more the small disappointment settled in your chest.

Not sharp. Just… there.

He loved you. you knew that. Said it, showed it, proved it in a hundred non-holiday ways. Still, you’d pictured this morning a little differently. A little more intentional.

You checked your phone.

Nothing new.

You rolled onto his side of the bed. His pillow still warm. That didn’t help.

“Don’t be dramatic,” you told yourself quietly, and then stayed dramatic anyway for another five minutes.

Finally you got up, pulled on one of his hoodies, and padded downstairs.

Half expecting normal.

The house was not normal.

You knew it before you hit the bottom step.

Candles.

Everywhere.

Not reckless, not fire hazard chaos, but deliberate. Lined along the entry table. The window ledges. The dining room. Soft glow instead of overhead lights.

You stopped.

“Rafe?”

“In here.”

His voice came from the kitchen.

You turned the corner and just stood there.

Flowers covered the island. Not one bouquet, like six. Different kinds, different colors, arranged like someone panic-bought the entire morning delivery truck.

There were pastry boxes. Chocolate boxes. A stupidly large heart-shaped balloon tied to a chair. Your favorite breakfast laid out already plated, not packaged.

Rafe stood in the middle of it, sleeves pushed up, watching your face like it was the only review that mattered.

“You said you forgot,” you said slowly.

“I lied.”

You blinked. “You— what?”

“I lied,” he repeated, calmer. “On purpose.”

Your brain caught up in pieces. “You said you forgot.”

“Yeah. So I wouldn’t ruin the surprise.”

“You made me sad!”

“Only for like forty minutes,” he said. “Efficient sadness window.”

You stared at him, then at the room, then back at him. “This is insane.”

“Correct.”

“You’re insane.”

“Also correct.”

He walked closer, slower now, nerves finally showing under the confidence. “It’s our first one,” he said. “I wasn’t letting that be small.”

Your chest tightened, warm this time.

“All this,” you said quietly, “was already planned.”

“Two weeks ago.”

“And you let me think—”

“That I forgot,” he finished. “Yeah.”

You tried to stay annoyed. You really did.

It lasted about three seconds.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said, smiling.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “But I’m your asshole.”

You laughed and stepped into him, arms wrapping around his middle. He held you tight immediately — relief grip — like he’d been braced for impact.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he murmured into your hair.

“This is way too much.”

He shook his head. “You’re way too much. This matches.”

You leaned back to look at him. “You went over the top.”

“Always do,” he said. “You just usually tell me to calm down.”

“Not today.”

“Good.”

He kissed you slow, warm, unhurried, certain, like the morning, the house, the ridiculous display, all of it was just background to the real point:

You mattered.

“You really thought I forgot?” he asked quietly against your lips.

“I did.”

He smiled. “Never.”

“Evergreen”- bf!Rafe Cameron X Reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ christmas special! ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

•fluff•

The house smelled like pine, cinnamon, and something faintly burning.

You stood in the living room, staring at the tangled disaster that was the box of Christmas lights at your feet, hands on your hips. “I swear,” you muttered, “these things multiply when you’re not looking.”

From the kitchen, Rafe’s laugh carried easily. “You said that last year too.”

“That’s because it’s still true,” you called back.

He appeared a second later, sleeves pushed up, hair messy in that comfortable, domestic way that still made your stomach do stupid things. He held two mugs—hot chocolate, whipped cream already melting over the edges.

“Fuel,” he said, handing one to you. “For the battle ahead.”

You took it with a grin. “You’re bribing me.”

“Absolutely.” He leaned in, kissed your temple. “Works every time.”

The tree stood in the corner, tall and real and slightly crooked because Rafe insisted on picking it himself. Apparently, “store-bought trees have no soul,” which you were pretty sure was just an excuse for him to wear flannel and flirt with you in public.

You took a sip of your drink and sighed. “Okay. Lights first. Ornaments after.”

Rafe nodded seriously. “Strategic approach. I like it.”

Five minutes later, he was sitting on the floor with the lights looped around his arms like some kind of festive trap.

“…You’re stuck,” you said.

“I am not stuck.”

“You absolutely are.”

He looked up at you, blue eyes bright, mock-offended. “I’m choosing to experience the lights.”

You laughed, nearly spilling your drink. “Hold still.”

You knelt in front of him, carefully working the wires free. His hands rested loosely on your waist, warm even through your sweater.

“You know,” he said casually, “this is very couple-coded.”

You glanced at him. “Decorating our house for Christmas?”

“No,” he corrected. “You rescuing me from my own stupidity.”

You smiled. “It’s a full-time job.”

When you finally freed him, he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips—slow, unhurried, familiar in the best way.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “My hero.”

Once the lights were on the tree, Rafe lifted you by the waist without warning.

“Rafe—”

“I need you to do the top,” he said simply. “I trust your judgment.”

“You just want an excuse to pick me up.”

“Also true.”

You laughed, holding onto his shoulders as you placed the star at the top. When you were done, you stayed there for a second longer, foreheads touching.

The tree lights reflected in his eyes.

“Looks good,” he said quietly.

“So do you,” you replied.

He smiled, soft and real. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Ornaments came next—some old, some new, some stupid.

You held up a glittery surfboard. “Why do we have this?”

Rafe shrugged. “Sentimental.”

“You’ve never surfed.”

“Still sentimental.”

You shook your head, laughing as you hung it anyway.

At some point, Christmas music started playing—quiet at first, then louder when Rafe decided to sing dramatically and very off-key.

“You’re ruining this song,” you told him.

He wrapped an arm around you, swaying slightly. “I’m enhancing it.”

“You’re absolutely not.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, resting his chin on your head. “You’re smiling.”

You were.

Later, you both sat on the couch, lights dimmed except for the glow of the tree. Rafe pulled you into his chest, a blanket draped over your legs.

“This is my favorite part,” he admitted softly.

“The decorating?”

“No,” he said. “This. After.”

You tilted your head to look at him. “Yeah?”

He nodded. “Feels… calm. Feels like something I wanna keep.”

Your chest warmed. You pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Me too.”

He tightened his hold just a little. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured, even though it wasn’t quite time yet.

You smiled against him. “Merry Christmas, Rafe.”

Outside, the world felt cold and loud.

Inside?

Everything was warm.

And bright.

And yours.

I've just recently joined the writing for rafe! Would you be open to being mutuals? <3

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“Roommate’s”- Invisigal X Blonde Blazer

mdni 18+ • smut kinda without plot • femXfem • nsfw

The city skyline glowed with the fading embers of dusk, casting long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their shared penthouse apartment, a sleek refuge high above the chaos of Dispatch. Blonde Blazer's heart pounded in her chest, the acrid scent of smoke still clinging to her skin from the latest skirmish against the shadowy underbelly of crime. She stood in the dimly lit living room, her muscular frame outlined by the soft hum of the air conditioner, beads of sweat tracing rivulets down her toned back as she peeled off her singed suit. Her blonde hair, tousled and wild, framed a face flushed with exertion and something deeper—an unspoken yearning that had simmered for months. With a heavy exhale, she turned toward Invisigal, who lounged on the couch in the corner, her athletic form barely visible in the low light, as if she were already fading into the ether.

Invisigal's sharp features softened as their eyes met, the air thick with the electric charge of their shared secrets. She rose gracefully, her aura making her movements feel like a whisper against the room's cool air, drawing closer until the heat from Blazer's body enveloped them both. "You push yourself too hard," Invisigal murmured, her voice a husky blend of concern and desire, her hand brushing against the curve of Blazer's waist. The touch ignited a spark, and in that moment, the barriers they'd built crumbled. Blazer's lips found hers in a fierce, hungry kiss, their bodies pressing together with the urgency of pent-up flames. She felt, Visi's breasts firm against her own, nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her suit, as hands roamed exploratorily—Blazer's fingers tracing the contours of Visi's hips, slipping beneath the waistband to cup the warm, slick folds of her pussy. A gasp escaped Visi's lips, her own hand sliding down to grasp Blazer's thigh, inching higher to feel the wetness gathering between her legs, their mutual arousal a tangible force that made the room spin with intoxicating heat.

As they stumbled toward the bedroom, their clothes falling away in a desperate flurry, Blazer's confident exterior melted into raw vulnerability. She guided Visi onto the bed, their skin flushed and eager, the musky scent of desire mingling with the faint trace of burnt ozone from her powers. With deliberate slowness, she lowered her mouth to Visi’s neck, kissing a trail down to her breasts, sucking gently on one hardened nipple while her fingers delved deeper, stroking the swollen clit that pulsed under her touch. Visi arched beneath her, a moan escaping as she wrapped her legs around Blazer's waist, pulling her closer until their pussies ground together in a rhythmic friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through them both. In that intimate tangle, months of hidden longing poured out—Blazer's bold affection laid bare, Invisigal's reserved sensuality blooming like a secret flame, binding them in a confession written on their bodies.

authors note: sorry if it’s short and not the best, i haven’t wrote nsfw in forever💔

i could totally do that!

“Seen”- Invisigal X Fem!reader

(Dispatch • established relationship • proposal • emotional • soft kisses)

based off of this request!!

somewhat a continuation of this, but can be read alone <3

Visi never liked quiet places.

They made her think too much.

Which was funny, considering how often she vanished into silence—holding her breath, slipping out of sight, becoming nothing but a disturbance in the air. Still, quiet made her restless. It reminded her of things she wasn’t supposed to want.

So when you asked her to meet you on the SDN rooftop after hours, she raised an eyebrow but didn’t say no.

The city stretched out below you both, lights flickering like a living thing. The night air was cool, carrying distant sirens and the hum of traffic far beneath your feet. Visi leaned against the railing beside you, arms crossed loosely, mask tucked under one arm.

“You look nervous,” she said, glancing at you sideways.

You laughed softly, a little breathless. “Do I?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “You do that thing with your hands when you’re about to say something important.”

You stilled instantly.

Visi smirked. “See?”

You took a breath. Then another.

She watched you closely, her expression shifting—less guarded, more attentive. She’d learned you, just like you’d learned her. Every tell. Every pause.

“You remember when we first met?” you asked.

Visi scoffed lightly. “Hard to forget. You thought I hated you.”

“You did hate me.”

“I didn’t hate you,” she said, then paused. “…Okay, I disliked you.”

You smiled at the memory. “You barely spoke to me.”

“You were an intern,” she said defensively. “I wasn’t supposed to get attached.”

There it was.

Attached.

You turned toward her fully now. “Somewhere along the way, you stopped disappearing when things got hard.”

Visi’s jaw tightened—not in irritation, but emotion she wasn’t great at hiding.

“You stopped pretending you didn’t care,” you continued. “You let me see you. Really see you.”

Her gaze softened.

“You’re the first person,” she said quietly, “who ever asked me to stay.”

Your heart clenched.

You reached into your pocket, fingers brushing something small and solid.

Visi noticed.

Her brow furrowed. “What are you—”

You dropped to one knee.

The world seemed to still.

Visi froze, breath catching sharply in her chest.

“Oh,” she whispered. “Oh—wait—are you—”

You laughed softly, eyes shining. “Visi… I know your whole life has been about vanishing. About being unseen. But I see you. I choose you. Every version of you.”

You opened your hand, revealing the ring—simple, understated, perfect.

“I don’t need forever promises,” you said gently. “Just you. As you are. With me.”

For a moment, Visi didn’t move.

Then her eyes filled.

She turned away quickly, swiping at her face with the heel of her hand. “Shit,” she muttered. “I’m not—this isn’t—”

You stood, reaching for her. “Hey. It’s okay.”

She laughed once, broken and breathless. “I’m supposed to be the composed one.”

“You don’t have to be,” you said.

She looked at you then—really looked at you—and something in her broke open.

“Yes,” she said immediately. “Yes. God, yes.”

You barely had time to slip the ring onto her finger before she grabbed you, pulling you close, hands cradling your face as she kissed you—soft at first, emotional, trembling.

She pressed her forehead to yours, breathing you in.

“I didn’t think I’d ever have this,” she whispered. “Someone who sees me even when I’m invisible.”

You smiled, kissing her again.

“I always will.”

Below you, the city kept moving.

But up there?

Nothing else mattered.

im not sure if you write smut or not, but if you wanna add some in, feel free to! sorry if this was long, have a good day!

Hiii! thank you smmm for the request! hopefully i did your idea justice 🩷

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