baby j 𓏲ּ𝄢

summary: you and rafe had matching costumes. spooktember baby. imagine if it wasn’t for you wearing a specific special smell that rafe always loved smelling on you, would you guys have missed the largest hour of trick or treating?

warning: excessive touching, strong language, content 18+ MDNI.

𝖺/𝗇: 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐… 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

spooky season chapter 2

“boo!” sarah jumps out the corner of rafe’s door, making you scream in surprise. your hand flew to your chest, soothing your rapid heartbeat. “god sarah, you scared me!” you chuckle, the sound nervous yet certainly amused. she was always playful and energetic around you.

she smiled, her cheekbones glistening with blush and the black streaks from her cat whiskers. sarah wore a black cat costume, mini black skirt fluttering when she gave a little spin, heels clicking on the wood floorboards, hands reaching up to you with her fluffy headband cat ears. “me and topper decided to match.” she giggles, turning to the side. “what’re you gonna be?”

you sighed. “ratatouille.” you were currently slipping into the grey jumpsuit, black bra catching the moonlight. indignant voices echoed off the walls from the hallway, sounds of topper and kelce arguing with each other about candy bags and how much candy they’d get tonight.

“dude shut the hell up, it’s gonna be my bucket anyway man.”

“not fair! you can’t take a trash bag for candy. thats totally unsanitary.”

“you’re the most unsanitary fucker i’ve ever met, let’s not bring that up top!”

“you-“ their voices became unintelligible while they jogged downstairs—arguing repeatedly about the same subject until rose yelled at them for disrupting her season of real housewives.

sarah’s lips quirked upward, fighting a burst out laughter. “rafe put you up to that i bet?” she looked absolutely adorable and more like a sexy, black mischievous cat. her black overbust corset hugging her waist and curves, pushing her chest upward while her eyes glimmered with childish joy. halloween brought out the child in everyone.

“he did. i’m kind of regretting it. he’s coming in a few minutes with our matching costumes. apparently he had to grab something extra for me.” you couldn’t help but wonder what it was he mentioned he’d forgotten. you hoped it wasn’t something more embarrassing than the rat tail.

ward strides upstairs, floorboards creaking under his heavy boots. he paused at the sight of sarah, thick salt and pepper eyebrows shooting up. “sarah cameron! you are not wearing that outside of this house, what—what were you thinking buying something so scandalous?!”

sarah pouted. “but dad! i’m wearing it!” she stomped her foot. the atmosphere was totally overwhelming but you felt at home. they all welcomed you with open arms and ever since you and rafe had begun dating, you always felt like you were apart of their family. “sarah looks like a hooker.” wheezie popped her hip, one hand propped on it. ward squawked, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. 

“wheezie!” ward bellowed while sarah cackled, pointing at her father’s irritated expression with entertainment. “you should see your face dad!”

the night wore closer to the time everyone went trick or treating out in tannyhill. rafe changed in the mirror, his back muscles bulging while he adjusted the ironed apron around his waist, jaw clenched with concentration.

you bit your lower lip, eyes trailing over his physique before snapping out of it. you toss him the chef hat. “here you go, linguini.” he caught it single-handily while shooting you a grin over his broad shoulder. “thanks baby.” he purrs.

the costume didn’t look too bad on you besides that god awful rat tail you had to wear. you adjusted the cleavage slit of your white lace-up, bustier, lingerie bodice. catching his blue eyes in the reflection of the mirror, his gaze roaming over your body like you were a delicious delicacy. 

“you look hot.” he bluntly states.

rafe turned to you, showing off his costume. he obviously craved any bit of approval you’d give him. sure, everyone knows rafe cameron is cocky, short-tempered and arrogant, but the moment you tell him to “beg” or even call him a “good boy” he melts like butter on a porch in arizona.

“baby?” you speak up while adjusting your skirt.

“hm?”

“what was it that you got me? i’m curious now, i was talking to sarah about it and you haven’t told me what it was yet.”

“are you about to put on your boots?”

“yeah?”

rafe dug in the black bag he’d walked in with, the one he’d refused you to peek inside. he lazily tugged out bundled grey, lace, thigh high socks. your eyes widened comically with surprise. a smug grin plastered on his face. “oh? what’s this supposed to be for? some secret kink?”

your comment had totally been a joke. but his blue eyes darkened, his smug grin dropping. “oh you have no idea baby.” he growls. he stalked over to you. your gaze darted around—you had nowhere to go and rafe made sure of that. gently but definitely manhandling you, he tossed you on his formally made up bed, a soft grunt escaping you as air was knocked out of your lungs.

he lifted one of your legs, perfectly shaven from beach night. he rested it uptop his broad shoulder, one hand rubbing up and down the skin of your thigh, the other rubbing your ankle. he began carefully slipping the socks on your feet, up your legs, then gently up your thighs.

his hand wandered over the soft curve of your kneecap, pressing the flat of his tongue to the back of it. “mmm, baby,” he groans under his breath with soft whimpers. you blushed, your eyes half-lidded. you softly groan, “…rafe.”

“shh, let me enjoy this moment. you smell so good.” you whimpered at his sudden praise, your cheeks flushing with huffs. “rafe we have to go. kelce and topper are waiting for us—”

“they can wait.” his tone a low snarl. “you smell so good. i love it when you wear this perfume. shouldn’t have worn it if you didn’t want me to be all up on you like this.”

you softly snickered before gently pushing him off. he backed off respectfully, but it was obvious rafe wanted more. why wouldn’t he? in his eyes, you were more delicious than any halloween candy.

you two didn’t leave that bedroom until 12am. topper and kelce were slumped over the couch from their candy crush. sarah was stealing topper’s bucket, not even bothering to acknowledge rafe or you, more busy with stuffing her face with stolen candy.

“glad it wasn’t my candy.” 

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: it was your eighteen birthday. Your mom planned to throw you the biggest birthday party known on the beach. Even though, you had invited multiple guests without thinking, you didn’t know you invited your crush. When things go tumbling downhill, what can you do besides lean on the person closest to you?

Content warning: friends to lovers, mention of hitting (not exacted written out).

𝖺/𝗇: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗍… 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒!

You’d always known you wanted to do something special like that with someone intimate to you. Your friends all had boyfriends, and unfortunately for you, you were a single Pringle who was too much of a loser—you called yourself, to have one.

It was the day after your eighteenth beach-themed birthday. Yeah, that parts really crucial. You laid awkwardly sprawled across the duvet, face smooshed pitifully into the soft fabric. Yesterday hadn’t been the best day like you thought it would’ve been. Eighteen was supposed to be the age where you could feel alive. Instead yesterday, you felt like anything other than that could’ve been better than what you experienced. Mirrors didn’t exist right now to you and your hair was definitely messy, but you couldn’t care less. Your birthday party was an absolute disaster. Stomach twisting just thinking about it, leaving a foul taste in your mouth when your mother tried to coax you out of bed to talk about your feelings, like you gave a damn to even begin with the first part of the humiliation ritual.

After all, it left you feel like you just wanted to barricade yourself in your bedroom and never come back out. Why would you want to willingly discuss something like that? But your mother persisted and encouraged, “it’s good for your immune system. You shouldn’t keep it in.” 

Sometimes you felt like she genuinely didn’t understand. Lifting yourself off on your forearms, you stared at her. “Mom, I don’t want to talk about it. I was basically—“ a frustrated groan ripped from your throat, pure and raw. Your mother’s hand flew out, landing on your upper arm. “Oh honey…” she murmured. You didn’t like pity either but it was somewhat comforting. At least she cared, other mothers wouldn’t have. 

As if your life wasn’t already in shambles, lucky for you, your brother had a great time and he didn’t mind mocking you about how you didn’t.

“Dude that was the best party ever!” 

He burst into your room with laughter like he had taken medicine that made him think shit was sweet after what you went through last night. At the loud bang, you jolted upright, eyebrows furrowing in outright fury. You thought you had locked that door. He grinned at you like nothing happened.

“You look like shit y’know? Your party wasn’t that bad. Well, you did embarrass yourself after all.” 

Your face crumpled, heart dropping to your stomach when he passed it off with a grin like your confidence wasn’t utterly destroyed by it.

He flopped on your bed. “But at least Rafe noticed you.” He wiggled his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes. “Isn’t the point, dumbass. I got rejected in front of everyone!”

You heard his cackle despite attempting to bury your face in your silk pillow. Everywhere you turned, you felt those words burn like a stab wound and turned your face hot, you felt like someone set you on fire—no, by Satan himself.

“You know you like him.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

Heavy speakers shook the floor with your favorite upbeat hip-hop track. Dim-lighting illuminated the room, surrounded by your best friends and family members. You felt at ease, smiling, clinking glasses with nearby friends. “Party’s amazing!” You heard someone shout but you were walking on cloud nine. You hadn’t even acknowledged your crush—Riley Freshly had entered, greeting them as normal guests.

“Hey welcome! We have drinks, they’re right over—“ you paused. “Riley? Riley! Hi, hi!”

Your cheeks painted rosy red when you guys connected eye contact. He smiled down at you, his lips curving upward with his brown eyes sparkling. “Hey sweetheart.” His friends exchanged glances behind his back. Clearing your throat and spoke up, “drinks are over there, burgers, fries, hotdogs and chips…” he cut you off when he suddenly walked around you like you were a piece of furniture in his apartment.

“Let’s get this party started!” He bellowed. Everyone around began hooting and cheering, pumping their fists in the air ecstatically. You could feel the tightness around your eyes, a familiar burning feeling in your chest. Your movements became jerky and unmotivated. People noticed, especially family members who shot you concerned, worry gazes.

Were you ugly? Did you look funny? Was there something on your face?

A voice behind you echoed through your self-destructive thoughts up, gravvely and deep. “You’re gon’ ruin your pretty face scrunchin’ up like that. Gonna get wrinkles.”

Whipping your head so fast almost gave you whiplash. Rafe Cameron stood there. He wore an ironed cotton linen shirt, collar button down which was beach casual, dark-washed jeans, and a large decorative gold ring adorning his index finger. “Rafe? What are you doing here?”

You didn’t expect him to be here. When you invited him last week, he shrugged and said, “might be there, might not be. Depends on my schedule, you know I’m a busy man.”

“I said I might come, not that I wouldn’t.” Rafe scoffed.

“Right.”

“Thought I wouldn’t come see your eighteenth birthday party?”

“Never.”

“Why are you being so short?”

“I’m not.”

“Then stop muttering every two words like I’m holding you at gunpoint forcing you to talk to me.”

Your exhaled. “Sorry.” A nervous chuckle left your lips. “It’s just my crush is here and I kind of just embarrassed myself.” You didn’t mention the fact he walked around you like you were in his way.

Rafe’s expression straightened up like you announced the world was collapsing and he has to save his worst enemy. “Your crush?” He spat like it was venom. You shrugged like it meant nothing to you anymore. “Yeah nothing too bad.” 

Though you didn’t quite catch the flicker of emotions on his sun-kissed face when you mentioned your crush. His eyebrows knitted together, his mouth turned down into a visible frown like you just kicked his puppy. His lips pressed together in a thin line, nodding curtly.

“I’m gonna get something to drink.”

“Rafe? Wait, Rafe come on-“

He kept walking, his posture rigid, one veiny hand in his pocket and the other holding his shades. He didn’t seem to even look back when you called his name for the second time.

“RAFE!”

You sat crowded with your best friend, Shelly. Her auburn hair stuck to her pink lipgloss that seemed to shimmer even when she wasn’t directly facing the moonlight. “You look down, what’s up? It’s your birthday, honey.” She asked.

“Nothing.” A sad smile crossed your face. “Just… complicated things with my crush and Rafe. I’m two for two, Shell.” 

Shelly snorted under her breath. “How’s that possible? Rafe fucking worships the ground you walk on, bitch.” You snickered, though it lacked any real humor to it. You didn’t believe that.

“Yeah well he ignored me.” Subconsciously your fingers fiddled with one another out of nervousness, nibbling your bottom lip. 

“Why?” Shelly asked.

“Don’t know.” You responded.

You caught Riley across the beach, smiling and waving at passerby’s. Shelly glanced between him and you, groaning with exasperation. “Do not go over there. You know he isn’t good for you, I’d rather you kiss Topper!” She whines.

His friends left him alone and like you were being moved by gravity, you drifted towards him almost like you couldn’t control what you were doing. Next thing you knew, Riley’s gaze had flickered down, blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight, stars twinkling above you both. “Hey.”

He smiled. “What’s up?” You tilted your head. “Enjoying the party? I tried to make it somewhat beach-vibe for the audience.” Small talk with guys wasn’t your thing and apparently normal conversation wasn’t either. You sounded like a damn Jehovah witness trying to talk to someone who they knocked at their door and couldn’t string along one single conversation.

“It’s alright. Look, let’s get to the point.” Butterflies swarmed your lower stomach, avoiding his gaze, looking everywhere except for directly at him. But he didn’t seem to notice, or didn’t care. That was Riley for you—your friends all wondered why you still had a crush on him. He was a total douchebag, but you didn’t seem to understand that point of view about him. 

“You like me. I don’t like you. You talk to me. I don’t really want to talk with you. Stop.”

Your heart stopped for a moment. You felt the world spinning around you, your chest rising up and down, lips spilling open with exhaled pants, eyebrows furrowed. Your bottom lip quivered. How could you be so foolish? Eyes began glancing over at you two, your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest and if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, Riley added more fuel to the already burning fire at the situation.

“You’re just not my type.” That’s fine. You told yourself repeatedly in your head. “You dress like some virgin, your hair is far too short, and you’re kind of ugly if we’re being honest.”

Ugly. Ugly. Ugly. The word repeated relentlessly in your head like a mocking mantra. You felt pathetic—heart pounding out of your chest. Suddenly, all eyes were on you two. Some snickered, some looked sympathetic and others looked downright angry towards Riley; such as your family members, Shelly, and strangely?

Rafe.

He stared with an unreadable expression. You couldn’t tell if he was furious or what. His hand clenched around the glass, eyes blazing when they looked at Riley, like he wanted to storm over there and strangle him in front of everyone.

You managed to find a random hilltop and laid down on it. You collapsed to your knees, hands shaking like panic overwhelmed your very existence. Fingers dug into the dirt, chest heaving with suppressed tears. Finally you let it go when you realized you were alone. You began wailing, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Stars twinkled above your crying, shaking frame like they were mocking you, but instead, it made you feel like a little girl again when you got home from a stressful day at school and laid down on your bed, staring out the window, pointing enthusiastically at every star.

“You’re not seriously crying over him are you?” 

“Shut up Rafe, I know that’s you.”

“How’d you guess?”

You sniffled. “I’m so stupid.”

Rafe winced at your self deprecating comment. “I mean you couldn’t have better taste? He’s hideous as shit.”

A broken sob escaped, a mixture of tears and laughter. “Really? I really liked him.”

“Unfortunately.”

Your eyebrows raised. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You sniffled, wiping your snotty nose with the back of your hand. He seemed to realize you were actively looking at him. He looked away, but not before muttering, “you’re beautiful, he’s not.”

But you caught it and you almost felt a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “You heard everything?”

He sighed, rubbing his forehead with his index and thumb pad. He drops to his knees in front of you, placing his large hands on your shoulders.

“Everyone heard that shit worth of a conversation.” Simple, you knew majority of the audience heard about Riley rejecting you. There was even a guy fishing nearby when it happened and you could audibly hear him mutter, “damn.”

Your eyes searched his, looking for any signs of deception—finding none, you relaxed under his touch. “Gonna make fun of me too?”

Rafe almost grinned but he thought this was no joking matter. “God no, that was humiliating enough for you back there. ‘Magine if I just started laughin’ in your face.” You winced. “Yeah don’t do that.”

He softly added, “wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Want to stargaze with me?”

“You really have no idea how badly I want to slap you.”

“Why?”

“I’m comforting you, not watching stars with you, that’s like… cringy as shit.” He scoffed.

You put on your best puppy dog eyes, batting your eyelashes up at him. “Please Rafey?”

His jaw flexed but ultimately, he had nothing better to do. “Fine.” He hid his bloody bruised knuckled fist from you, draping an arm around your shoulders, tugging you closer to him while you guys watched the stars twinkle.

Suddenly your phone pinged.

Cherry:

“where r u?”

You:

“hilltop. why?”

Cherry: 

“girl don’t come back down, in fact, I’m making my getaway right now. Rafe punched the living shit out of Riley. Cops are patrolling the area.”

Your jaw dropped reading the message. Rafe noticed, glancing at you out the corner of his eyes. “We might need to leave early. We can just roll down the hill.”

Despite the chaos behind it all.

Rafe hit someone for you.

That meant more than him watching stars with you. But it was a close second, yeah.

summary: your precious boyfriend wants to match like you always do for halloween—you decided upon your better judgement to let him pick the outfits for once. unbeknownst to you, he picked out something for you that you were absolutely not prepared for to wear out in public. of course you loved him, but you weren’t going to wear what he suggested now were you?

warning: nothing too crazy, i apologize if i tease you. haha not really. content 18+ MDNI! like i repeated, nothing too bad but still i don’t want minors to see 😔 plus contains strong language!

𝖺/𝗇: 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂’𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒? 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐

spooky season chapter 1

it was spooktember and you knew what that meant. matching costumes, couple photos, cinnamon flavored everything you could get your hands on including new perfumes at victoria secrets. your boyfriend, rafe cameron, decided he wanted to choose the costumes for this year.

you rolled your eyes when he told you what you two would be. “you’re serious? that’s such a dumb costume. i don’t want to be… that rafe.”

he just smirked cockily. “why? afraid people might grab your tail?” yeah. tail. you were going to have to wear a damn tail for halloween. your eyebrow raised and your voice dropped, “i’m not a fucking animal, rafe.” you spat.

rafe laughs, deep and rumbled from the depths of his chest. it made your chest ache but you kept your cold front, jaw clenched, arms crossed, chin tilted high. you weren’t back down at all.

he leaned in while simultaneously dipping his head low to make direct eye contact, his breath fanning over your face. you could smell the expensive cologne he wore, the mint tingling on his tongue. “do it for me, please baby?” the last word was a gentle caress curled around his teasing mocking front against what he was about to make you do.

“beg.” your words final. simple. you didn’t think he would do what he did next though.

rafe cameron. the rafe cameron, dropped down to his knees without hesitation. he tucked his head for a moment and you could see his face flicker, as if he was personally asking himself, “am i really about to do this?” then with all the confidence he could muster in this predicament, he lifted his head, eyes meeting yours, desperation and stubbornness steeling in those blue eyes. his jaw flexed subconsciously before he spat out, “would you please wear the costume for me?” 

your heart skipped a beat and your feet were planted in the floor. the way he looked at you, his gaze firmly staring into yours, you couldn’t look away now, not even if you wanted to. your stomach fluttered. gosh your body wasn’t making this any better right now. 

unfortunately for him you still didn’t want to do it. you regained your composure when he tilted his head like a helpless puppy, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his dark-washed jeans, bushy eyebrows knitting together and pulling down, like he was trying to read your mind; to figure out what you were going to say next. but what you did, he didn’t merely expect.

“you don’t really seem like you want it enough, cameron. i want you to literally—” you huff, slapping your hand over your forehead with a soft chuckle. “rafe,” you begun.

rafe acted before you could even open your mouth. his large hands flew to clumsily grip your hips, stumbling your forward. your jaw dropped, eyes widening with surprise. his fingers trembled with urgency, totally botching a calm facade. 

your words died in your throat when you felt his lips, soft, gentle and warm, peppering kisses on your lower abdomen. your muscles flexed beneath his lips, leaning backwards to watch him with your own mouth pressed into a thin line to silence any noises threatening to spill.

“please,” a kiss, “dress” kiss, “like,” kiss, “ratatouille,” four kisses that time for the four syllables, “for,” a teasing lick across your sensitive belly button that made you jolt, eyebrows furrowing and your breath hitching. “halloween with me?” he finally looked up.

his cheeks were flushed. you could almost laugh at how boyish he looked in the moment. his eyes were wide, mouth slightly ajar that allowed for a laugh to slip out. “please? don’t make me beg again.”

you wanted to see him beg again. this time, in other ways. but deciding against it to save his ego, you smirked and shoved him up. “fuck off, cameron.” but you didn’t say no. that gave rafe’s mind enough room to assume you’d agreed. “so you’ll do it? i can order the costumes?”

a snort escaped your lips. “i didn’t say that.” he countered back almost rapidly. “you didn’t say no either.” you paused in your tracks—you didn’t say no. you narrowed her eyes and pointed at him. “i’ll think about it.” you replied with a smile creeping on your face which showed on your voice. curse his good looks and begging.

“i’ll be a good boy for you.” rafe winked. ugh, you couldn’t resist him for too long even if you tried. your buzzed, sweet, bitch boyfriend.

inspired by the song: sweet dreams by beyoncé

summary: you and rafe cameron are maarrried and have been for some months now. you both have a stubborn, sassy, three year old daughter together that unfortunately inherited rafe’s attitude. one particular morning, everything went downfall. but would it last that way?

warnings: children if you do not like them, dni! solely fluff for right now.

𝖺/𝗇: 𝗂’𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌! 𝗍𝗒𝗌𝗆 <3

the perfect lullaby

you and rafe had been married for months now. it all started when you came strutting out victoria secrets with bags occupying your hands and mistakenly bumped into a tall, generous, buzzed stranger who bent down to help you pick up the spilled expensive items.

ever since then? rafe hadn’t gone anywhere. you swore he was like an impossible barnacle, but you loved it. sometimes he’d come home with unnecessary gifts or something extravagant that he knew you’d want even without you asking. 

one time he somehow found you thrifted items you’d been dying for. regardless of how he found it, you felt your heart burst with unadulterated happiness.

“rafe,” you gasped. “how did you manage to find this? i’ve been looking everywhere!” you couldn’t help the smile slipping on your face.

he just stared at you, pupils dilated, a grin plastered on his face like he’d won the lottery — technically to him, it was close enough. seeing you smile was enough to melt his usual short temper.

“don’t worry about it.” was what he would always say.

today you had some issues getting you and rafe’s daughter ready for ballet lessons. she wouldn’t comply, outright refusing to put her ballet flats on, tiny arms crossed across her face, a scowl on her face similar to rafe’s.

you sighed, “honey come on, you have class in fifteen minutes!” but she didn’t uncross her arms — in fact, that only made her cross them tighter. you felt your anger rising, but you reigned it in with a deep breath. “can you please put your—“ 

you didn’t even get a chance to finish before she began bursting into crocodile tears, kicking her feet, almost hitting you square in the nose. subconsciously, because, totally you weren’t frustrated at all with her stubbornness, you wrapped your hand around her squirming ankle.

“get—“ she shrieked, “off me! daddy!” she wailed so loud you swore the light fixture above you shook with the echo of her voice bouncing off the walls. 

rafe immediately rushed in. he was mid-shave, cream smothered on his sharp jawline and razor held up like proof. “what is going on!?” his blue eyes darted between you both like he was watching some WWE match. the scene before him was almost amusing until his eyes caught your frustration about to boil over.

your daughter was screaming, tears streaming down her face, kicking both feet like she was swimming, albeit pathetically because both of your hands were wrapped around her ankles, attempting to hold her down and stop her relentless temper tantrum.

“she has ballet practice in ten minutes! we’re not going to make it in time, she won’t—“ you gritted your teeth when her tiny foot almost whacked you right in the face. your eye twitched. 

rafe set his razor down and crouched down, the shaving cream filling the wailing and tense atmosphere. your daughter, sensing her father was here, resorted to small sniffles. “daddy…” your eyes widened in surprise and you were about to open your mouth.

he held his hand up to silence both of you. you didn’t even get half of a chance to finish before he cut you off, his tone soft and firm, fixated on your daughter who was currently sniffling with her tiny hands clutching his polo.

“you do not yell or kick at your mother. you have ballet practice in what,” he checked his watch before looking back up. “nine-ish minutes? better make that work. put your shoes on, in this household, we do not disrespect mommy. i understand you’re having a bad day, but that doesn’t excuse it, alright?” 

she had the decency to look somewhat ashamed of her behavior. she avoided your gaze before softly mumbling, “sorry mommy.”

your expression softened, brows dropping from their agitated, pinched manner earlier. “it’s alright. just put your shoes on.” she dropped her head further and albeit reluctantly, began to fumble with the ballet flats, slipping them on without further complaint, her bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

he nodded with satisfaction before looking at you. “and you? go take a shower and relax. i got this just go relax.” he murmured. the earlier weight you felt on your shoulders instantly dropped and you gave him a relived smile. he just always seemed to get you, even in the beginning of your relationship. sometimes you wondered how did you bump into such an angel that day?

“thanks.” the two of you both exchanged a lingering kiss, rafe humming under his breath. “strawberry.” you chuckle, smacking his chest before rising off the floorboards and padding to your bedroom to do as he told you. with all the stress you’ve been through with work, you’re glad rafe was here to calm you down. teamwork really did make the dream work.

𝖺/𝗇: 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾… 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝗐𝖺!