#angelletters

Reserved for her.

- Pairing: angel!reader x frat!rafe

- Summary: Rafe always leaves the girl he’s with for you.

It was another Friday night house party at Tannyhill, place so packed you could hear the conversations from outside. Which is where you found yourself hours after the party started.

At first, you didn’t plan on attending. Some lame excuse about needing to study, but Rafe always knew how to convince you. Despite it was being twelve in the morning when you dragged yourself over to his place, it was nothing unusual for you to find yourself in these types of situations due to Rafe.

When you walked in you were immediately hit chest to chest with strangers, rolling your eyes and deeply regretting your lack of confidence when you told Rafe you weren’t going to his party tonight.

Over with Rafe, he’s currently sucking face with some random chick that glued herself to his side an hour ago. Her skirts bunched up in his hand while she’s straddling him like a barstool. Rafe pulls away to breathe, already smirking and running his hands up the blonde's sides.

“Shitttt… you been on me all night, baby girl.”

“Lemme get your number real quick, yeah?”

He's fucking around with her, not really paying attention because this entire party, part of his mind has been elsewhere. That’s when he sees it, shiny curls, and a white bow is more than enough for him to be pushing the girl off his lap.

She started off sweet. “Okay, yeah. my number is—”

“Shit, my bad— I gotta go do somethin’.”

He left the girl blinking, already grabbing you by the hips.

“Hey, angel. You made it.” He grins slightly, hands loose on you because he knows he’s got you for the rest of the night.

You sigh but don’t do much to reject his touch. “You’re lucky i’m here, cameron. it’s late and i’d much rather—”

“I know.” He cuts you off with a roll of his eyes, tugging you closer.

“You’d rather spend your time reading your little books and in your weird slippery pajamas. I get it. But you’re already here, so have some fun, yeah?”

“They’re called silk.”

He just nods, presses his lips into a soft smile and pretends to care. “Let’s get you a drink, Brady made this sick punch. You can’t even taste the alcohol in this shit.”

You slightly cringe because he tells you this like he expects you to share the same joy he finds in it. You’ll have a cup, or two, just to relax. So when he pours you your first, and he watches you drink every sip? You already know what kind of night this is gonna be.

An hour later and you’re draped across Rafes lap, a second cup of Brady’s Rad Red Punch already staining your lips. Your eyes are dazed but thankfully still aware and Rafe has one hand on your waist and the other on your upper back, having tugged you around with him since you got here.

“This party would’ve been so shit without you, baby.” He hissed like if he thought about it it’d hurt him. You just hum and nod, cause yeah, you like knowing he depends on your presence. That’s why you instinctively turn when you feel Rafes hands loosen on you.

It’s the girl he was kissing earlier. She looked angry and annoyed, already crossing her arms with her hip popped to the side as she tapped her foot.

“Who the hell is she, Rafe? You told me you’d be back and you just left me!” Rafe stared as he honestly forgot all about earlier, he didn’t mean too. He just got caught up.

“First of all relax.” He starts.

“I didn’t tell you shit, all I said was that I had to go do somethin’ real fast.”

“Leaving me for the rest of the night isn’t exactly fast, Rafe. We were also in the middle of a conversation so you still should’ve came back to me.”

“Well I clearly didn’t want to. Take the fuckin’ hint already, damn.” He groaned and rolled his eyes, shifting you on his lap while you sat and observed. In the result of his shift, he brought the girls attention back to you.

“And for what? For this? We were just making out—”

“I don’t owe you shit, if i wanna leave you for my girl. Ima leave you for my girl.”

She laughs and furrows her eyebrows. “Your girl? Since when are you two dating?”

He shrugs then tightens his grip on you. “Nah. We’re not datin’ or nothin’ she’s just my girl.”

The girl is quick to roll her eyes and scoff. “Whatever, I don’t need this weird shit.”

Rafe smiles and waves her off, putting his attention back on you.

“What was that?”

“Some chick I was with earlier.” He says, not giving the full details of “all i did was make out with her for two hours without knowing her name”. Knowing Rafe you don’t even have to ask that he probably deserved how the girl was talking to him.

“Sure.”

He flashes you that same grin he gave you when you got here.

“Heyyy, what’s that tone for, huh? cmon.”

You laugh and shake your head.

“Cmere, you know you’re my girl.”

You do know, so he pulls you in for a kiss, and you let him because it’s all smiles and laughs between kisses. The kind of kisses he’s reserved only for you.

©angelletters (do not share my work on other platforms, do not turn my work into ai bots, do not steal my work nor my theme. inspiration is always welcome, you do not have to credit if you do take inspiration from me but it’s always appreciated.)

- Word count: 905

- Divider credits: @cursed-carmine

- Reblog from angelletters (original creator)

Acting out.

- Pairing: angel!reader x frat!rafe

- Summary: Rafe sees you with another guy and acts out of jealousy but like always, you make him crumble until he’s crawling back.

- Warnings: male masturbation & p in v.

Walking through the halls of the campus, backpack hanging on one shoulder, backwards hat on, Rafe had one idea in mind. He was meeting up with the boys to plan the next party at the frat house. They had the grand idea to use one of the study rooms to help organize everything. Usually, Rafe would never find himself anywhere near the library but he did find himself pausing at the sight of you sitting in a study room next to a boy who was too close for comfort.

Rafe blew out his cheeks at the sight, tightening the grip on his backpack strap as he walked right up to the glass wall and knocked on it. You lifted your head and furrowed your brows, excusing yourself as you exited the room.

"What are you doing here?" You asked gently, knowing Rafe would never be here on his own means.

At first, Rafe was silent, deciding whether to be an ass or act like he didn't care. You and him weren't exclusive so he felt he'd look like a pussy if he got all pissed and whined about it.

"Just meeting up with the guys, we're studying and shit."

Though he did want to impress you and say something better than using a study room to plan a party.

You narrowed your eyes, quickly calling his bullshit. Every time you tried to get Rafe to study with you it was like you were asking him to sit in a dark room for ten days with absolutely nothing to do.

"You're studying?" Rafe immediately knew you saw through his bullshit. He groaned and tilted his head back.

"Yeah, I'm studying. Is that so hard to believe?"

"A little bit, yeah."

"Whatever- What are you doing, huh?" He said, nodding towards the guy inside the study room scrolling on his phone.

"Studying, just like you apparently"'

"Yeah but... who is that?"

You wanted to laugh in his face. You could already see that look in his eyes. It was the same look he had in the mornings when you'd try to get ready for class and he'd lie on top of you so you couldn't leave him.

"My partner."

"Your partner" He said flatly.

"For what?"

"What do you mean for what? For my lab. For my class."

"Right. So yall are just friends?"

"Not even. Just partners." You pat his bicep, which was straining because he felt like asserting his dominance and looking all big.

"Okay”

"Okay?" You let out a short laugh. "That's it?"

"Yeah. See you later."

“Mm— Rafe!" You said as you started to laugh

He didn't answer, walking away because he felt dumb that he was very obvious with his jealousy. You walked away with a smile on your face and walked back into the room.

Rafe walked into his study room, and all the guys were already sprawled out around the room. They lazily greeted him as he sat down and threw his bag down on the table.

Topper cackled. "y/n?”

Rafe ran a hand over his face as he sat back.

"Shut up."

That only caused Topper to laugh some more.

"What'd she do?"

"Nothin' she's just studying with some guy in the room next door." He said it like he was already straining himself in order not to go back over there.

"And you're already acting like this?" Topper tipped his head back in laughter. “You’re fuckin’ gone man.”

"Whatever, let's just get this shit over with."

Finally, the boys managed to get their shit together just in time to throw a party together in six hours. By the time the sun started setting, the invites hit across campus, Rafe was hunched over his desk staring at his phone with a glare when topper came in.

"Yo, is y/n coming?"

"Nah, man she's still at the library or some shit."

"With that dude?"

"Yeah." Rafe groaned out as he threw his phone onto his desk, clicking off your location, and sat back in his chair.

"So she's not—“

"She's not fucking coming to my party. Don't ask me again. And don't come into my room unless people start showing up. Fuck.”

"Yo’ you needa’ relax and get your girl back, man. You're a fuckin' ass when you guys are arguing"

He said as he trailed out of Rafes' room, making sure to close his door before he pissed him off again.

Rafe rested his face in his hands and groaned loudly.

"Fuckin' y/n, bro."

Halfway through the party and Rafes already six drinks in, looking for the nearest girl he can get to sleep with him. He doesn't wanna think of y/n. Doesn't wanna speak of her. Doesn't want to see her.

So he finds a girl to come up to his bedroom with him. He pushes her face down into the mattress, ass up as he immediately plunges into her. She moans and he reaches down to pull her hair and tell her to 'Shut the fuck up."

Whenever Rafe acts out like this, he uses girls as an escape. Though he always finds himself surprisingly displeased that they're nothing like you.

He doesn't finish. He pulls out of her when she does and pulls his pants back up. She dresses herself up as well and moves closer to cuddle Rafe.

He lets her because he doesn't wanna be an ass. It's not her fault but her touch irritates him.

"Yo.. I'm tired, so if you could yknow."

It takes her a minute to grasp what he's throwing, but she purses her lips into a line and nods. When she leaves Rafe heads into the shower, cleaning himself of touch he regrets.

He steps under the harsh stream of water, inhaling as he wipes his face. He can't help but think of you.

The smile on your face when you looked at him, the way your laugh sounded, and the way your eyes looked. He felt a lift between his legs and he didn't hesitate to grab himself. Tilting his head back, he braced a hand on the wall to stabilize himself. He moaned as he quickened the pace on his cock, squeezing it in the way he remembered you would.

A few minutes later and he was gently easing his come out. He always loved the way you slowed down when he came, making his eyes roll back as he held his breath. After he finished, he cleaned himself up and wrapped a towel around his waist. When he got out, he stared at himself in the mirror knowing he was the only one he could be mad at. Not that guy, not you. Just himself.

He was always too much of a pussy to ever ask you out. Always buying you dinner but eating it at the frat house up in his room so it wasn't a "real date"

Took you around parties but never claimed you when people asked him if you were his girlfriend.

The next time he sees her is in the dining hall eating breakfast, sliding into the chair next to her like he didn't completely spiral last night.

"Morning, gorgeous." Rafe flashes a soft grin your way and leans in next to you.

"Morning. Have fun last night?"

You knew of the party he threw last night, knew that he didn't invite you for some reason you didn't know. You just had to get it out of him.

"Yeah- shit was packed."

"I should've seen it." You said, eyes flicking up to him to see his reaction.

He failed to respond after that. Rubbing his palms on his jeans as he tried to resist the urge to say anything.

You two spent the whole day like that, exchanging words but never really saying anything. Rafe only got worse, getting antsy and frustrated as the day passed. By his sixth heavy sigh, you turned over on your bed and faced him.

"Why are you breathing like that?"

"What? I can't breathe?" He asked sharply.

"I never said you couldn't breathe I asked why are you breathing like that."

"Because I can."

"Okay, but you don't normally breathe like that."

"What if that's how I'm choosing to breathe now?"

You narrow your eyes at him.

"Really? That's how you're gonna breathe every day?"

"Yeah."

You stared at him for a minute.

"Why are you being like this?"

"Like what?"

"You were quiet all day and now you're breathing all heavy."

"I just want to," Rafe grumbled as he turned away from your face, running out of excuses.

"Rafe.." You gauged gently.

"What?" He huffed.

"Why aren't you looking at me?"

"Because.”

"Why because?"

"Because I'm mad at you and even though I don't wanna talk to you, I still don't want to leave you."

You laughed at his tone. He was so obvious.

"Why are you mad?" You said, caressing his arm to get him to look at you.

"Because... you were with that dude."

“The guy from the library?”

"Yeah, that dude. He was just... close to you. And I don't know him."

"And that's why you're mad?"

"Yes." He said flatly.

"Rafe. As I said, he was just a partner"

"Yeah but, you were with him all day."

"So we could finish our project and you didn't even invite me so how could I have known?"

"I didn't invite you because you were with that guy! All day. You didn't text me or anything."

"I was in a study room. You knew that."

"Still."

"Okay, you're being ridiculous."

"I'm not being ridiculous, you were the one who spent all day with some random guy."

"And what'd you do?" You asked flatly, because you knew him. You knew he retaliated against you in some way.

"What?" He murmured.

"What did you do at your party?"

"Nothing. What do you think?"

"I think you slept with someone else because of what you saw and you thought it'd make you feel better."

"I didn't sleep-"

"You know it's fine if you did. It's not like we're together."

"What...?" Rafe finally looked at you, brows furrowed, and rough palms itching to reach for you.

"Exactly what I said."

"y/n- don't be like that."

"No. You can't keep acting out like this i'm tired of dealing with it."

Rafe immediately caved. Whatever jealousy and possessiveness he felt was gone and replaced with desperation and guilt.

"Hey, no- don't say that." His voice cracked as he grabbed at you, moving down to straddle you as you sat. He bent his 6'2 frame down enough to press his forehead to your shoulder.

"Please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, glad he was hiding his face so he couldn't see your reaction. You hadn't embraced him yet despite having him halfway on your lap. You didn't wanna give in.

"I'm sorry. I'm an ass and I should've trusted you."

"And I shouldn't have found another girl just because I was mad. I'm sorry.

You sighed again but embraced him this time and started rubbing his back. "Big baby."

He grumbled into your shoulder. "Not a baby."

©angelletters (do not share my work on other platforms, do not turn my work into ai bots, and do not steal my work. inspiration is always welcome, you do not have to credit if you do take inspiration from me but it’s always appreciated.)

- Word count: 1855

- Divider credits: @cursed-carmine

- Reblog from angelletters (original creator)

Confident.

- Pairing: bombshell!reader x older!rafe

- Song: Confident by Justin Bieber.

Rafe was sitting in The Maybourne bar nursing a glass of whiskey to end the day. His tie was loosened, his suit jacket unbuttoned so he could breathe, and the top three buttons of his shirt, which he wore underneath, were unbuttoned too.

He just wanted to make a quick stop to get some good whiskey. They always made it the best here.

He didn't even plan on talking to anyone but the bartender. But then you came in. Heels clicking against the tile, he didn't look then, but when your perfume lingered after you walked by? He spared a glance.

You were gorgeous. Jewelry twinkling in the low lights of the bar as you sat yourself on the far end of the bar. Rafe didn't want to stare so he forced himself to look down into his drink. Gesturing for another towards the bartender despite not being done with his first.

As he waited for his second glass of whiskey, he thought to himself. You definitely had a boyfriend.

There was no fucking way someone with the face you got wasn't in a relationship. But then again, the best are the most stubborn.

So maybe you were waiting on some friends.

Probably a group of your girlfriends to enjoy a night out. You looked young too. Way younger than Rafes age, so he was debating whether you'd be considered "jail bait" or not.

Jail bait or not you were hot as fuck.

So, Rafe decided he'd wait. Wait for whoever you were waiting on to show up to determine his next moves. These days Rafe usually wasn't into the whole dating scene, besides a random drunken hook-up here and there but he didn't really have time for that anymore.

He waited ten minutes, then twenty, and by the twenty-fifth minute, he was sure no one was coming. So you were here alone? What for? Maybe you're like him and like to come to bars alone. But you're not even drinking, so you can't be-

"You can stop staring at me."

Your voice came out flat, loud enough to hear but not noticeable enough for people to look. Rafe didn't even realize he had been staring, too lost in the thought of you to care.

"What? Yeah- I didn't mean to."

She just nodded and looked away.

What the fuck was that? Rafe thought to himself, he had never in his life been so.... unsure around a girl. He was a quieter, more subtle charm, type of guy. But the moment you called him out so casually, he lost all train of thought.

For a minute he thought about leaving. But you were too good to pass up. He'd try. Just once. Ask you a couple of questions, if you'd grace him by answering. He didn't wanna seem like a creep either, especially cause he had been staring.

Rafe felt dumb because he knew he was stalling, for some odd reason. He finished his second glass and sucked the burn from his teeth, getting up from the stool before his brain could stop him.

You looked up when he neared you, staring up into his eyes and waiting for him to speak first.

"I'm sorry about earlier."

"You don't have to apologize," You spoke, your eyes assessed every inch of him and he felt it.

"You didn't mean it.

"No, but I did- I mean, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just thought you looked nice."

“Nice?”

Rafe felt his body grow hot. Who tells a girl they look nice? That's how you speak to family members. Not girls you're interested in.

"Nice? I meant pretty. You look stunning."

It took you a minute to respond. "Thank you." "Yeah. You're welcome."

The conversation came to an awkward halt, Rafe was deeply regretting his choice in coming over here but you were mildly entertained so you pushed.

"Is that all?"

"What?"

"Is that all you came over here for? To tell me that I'm pretty?"

"No... That's dumb. You already know you're pretty”

"So then what'd you come over here for?"

"To just ask... if you had a boyfriend."

You shook your head no, a nonverbal answer to keep him hooked.

"No? What— How old are you?"

"Old enough to be in a bar." You teased but were quickly met with Rafes' glare though, it didn't do much but make you laugh.

"What? I don't tell personal information to random men."

"Really." He said flatly before sitting down next to you. "Sure. Invite yourself into my space."

Rafe paused before turning towards you.

"It's a bar. I'm allowed to sit—"

"I'm kidding"

It took everything in Rafe not to get up and walk away. He felt like you were playing with him. Every time he felt like he'd have the right answer, you'd change direction.

"So... If I tell you something about me would you tell me about you?"

"Depends on what you tell me." You hum.

"What do you wanna know?"

"Maybe your name."

"Rafe.... and yours?"

"You can get that later."

"I gave you my name, how is that-" He cut himself off. No way was he gonna let you get him worked up. He was older, more mature, and he had to show you that.

"Fine. What else do you wanna know just so that I can know your name and age?"

"Mmm.... why do you wanna know?" Rafe sighed and spread his knees, his right one nearing your left knee.

"Because I think you're pretty... and I'm interested in you. But I don't want to get ahead of myself because I don't know you. yet."

"Yet?"

"I plan to get to know you... If you'll let me."

"Mkay.. how old are you?"

"Forty-six"

You smiled before running your tongue along your teeth. You liked older men, of course. It's the whole reason you even come to places like this.

Men are easy. Guys your age are pathetic and clueless. Older men are useless and desperate for a young woman's attention. Rich older men? They knew how to please. Well, at least with their money.

"I'm twenty-five"

Rafe took a minute to process it. He hasn't been with someone that much younger than him, even though it's only five years.

"That's young." He says as he rubs his hands together before setting them back down again. "It's not that young."

"It’s young."

"..So, what do you do?"

"What do I do? Like, my job?" Rafe sighs, he's never been into small talk. But he's also never gone for a girl he didn't already know unless he planned to forget about her after.

"Yeah, your job."

"I own a real estate development company."

"So like.... You make houses?"

"Yeah, build em' and design em'"

A laugh bubbled out of you. "Is that your slogan?"

"What? No— I don't have a slogan."

"Why not? That was pretty good."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"Cause you rhymed."

Rafe sighed. He's never had a girl make him feel so dumb before. No one's ever laughed at him either.

"It's not that funny."

"Yeah, you're right. Businessmen don't find anything funny"

"I didn't say that."

"Yeah but just because you didn't find it funny doesn't mean it wasn't that funny for others."

"Okay. Moving on. Can I have your name now?"

You sighed with a smile and rolled your eyes.

"y/n."

"Pretty."

"Thanks."

"...What do you do?"

"Mm... I work in fashion marketing."

He nodded. It didn't seem far off, he could tell from the way you carried yourself.

"Where are you from?"

You laughed. "Not from here."

"Not this state?"

"Not anywhere you could guess.”

In Rafes mind he didn't expect anything less. You liked one of a kind and there was no way he could find something like you twice in a lifetime.

"I'm bored. Let's dance."

"I don't-"

"You do."

You tugged on his arm and dragged him onto the dance floor. He didn't even know why he followed.

The night wasn't even supposed to go down like this. But he let you guide him in whatever way you wanted.

You grinded against him slightly, making sure he caught the flow and moved with you. Hands low on your hips as he guided you against him. It was teasingly sensual and Rafe could feel himself getting hard. That's when he leaned in, right over your shoulder.

"When can I see you again?"

"Why do you wanna do that?"

"Gotta have you."

"No thanks.”

"I ain't talking sex, it's whatever you want. just wanna see you."

"...We can meet here. On this day, at the same time."

Rafe nodded. He didn't even know if he'd be free then but he'd have his whole schedule cleared if that's what you asked.

"Okay. I'll be here."

"I know."

You had his attention at first but you got him addicted instead.

©angelletters (do not share my work on other platforms, do not turn my work into ai bots and do not steal my work. inspiration is always welcome, you do not have to credit if you do take inspiration from me but it's always appreciated.)

- Word count: 1488

- Divider credits: @cursed-carmine

- Reblog from angelletters (original creator)

Mindless accident.

- Pairing: muffin!reader x cowboy!rafe

- Summary: You accidentally let the cows loose and Rafe gets upset with you.

It's mid-afternoon when you wake. Rafes already gone, as always he's up right when the sun is. You sit up and rub the blurriness from your eyes before you stand to go to the bathroom. You start your morning slowly. Brushing your teeth, washing your face, braiding your hair into pigtails and choosing a cute outfit for the day.

You padded down the stairs and out the door to find Rafe.

Skipping through the garden and stopping occasionally to put a berry or two in your pockets.

You found Rafe with the cows, taking care of a new calf that had been born a few weeks ago. You absentmindedly opened the gate and in your eagerness to get to Rafe to see the baby cow, you left the gate open.

"G'morning rae!"

Rafe looks past his shoulder at you and nods.

"Mornin'. You slept late."

"Sorry! I guess I was really sleepy"'

"Nothin' to apologize for. Jus' quiet."

"What's going on with the baby cow?" You said as you peered over his shoulder.

"The calf, ain’t getting enough nutrients from her momma so l gots to feed em. Like a fuckin' baby n' shit."

"That's so cute! Oh my gosh— can I try?"

"Yeah go ahead, my arms gettin' tired."

He got up from the wooden stool he was sitting on and got up to let you sit. You squealed and cuddled with the baby cow, helping it drink from the bottle. That's when Rafe noticed it. The silence. The stillness.

"Did you leave the fucking gate open?"

Rafe says sharply as he turns to look at you again.

"Huh?"

You turn to look as well and all the cows are gone. You can see them past the fence and further in the fields. Some of them got into the garden and halfway down a hill.

"Baby— what the fuck!"

You stand immediately and cover your mouth.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know!"

"How the hell did you not notice you left the gate open? This is why I don't want you comin' around the animals, cause you don't pay attention. Now I have to go around and get all the fuckin' cows cause you can't listen."

You didn't say anything. You couldn't. Already feeling the tightness in your throat and in your chest.

Rafe storms off, boots crushing the grass as he goes to get the Australian Shepherd, Bennett, to help get the cows back in the fence.

You sit back down to cuddle the calf and finish feeding it its bottle.

It isn't til later when you're back in the house that you cry. Kicking off your boots and smushing your face into a pillow.

You felt so bad for losing the cows, you would've helped but you didn't want to ruin the situation any more than you already had.

Rafe eventually gets the cows back into the fence. Sighing as he closes the gate and wipes his sweat with his bandana, Rafe noticed you were gone. He wiped a hand down his face and started up the hill back to the house.

Stepping onto the old wooden porch, leaving the front door swinging behind him as he takes the stairs by two. He nudges the door open with his foot and pauses when he sees you curled into a ball on the bed.

"Baby, what'cha doin' ?" He tugged on the sheets to see a little bit of your face. When you didn't respond he sat on the bed and flipped you over.

"Rafe!"

"You're not ignorin' me. I'm tryna talk to you."

"What?"

"Sit up, cmon."

You sighed heavily on purpose but sat up against the headboard anyway.

"There y'go. Y'wanna sit on my lap?"

“...No"

He took a deep breath then put his hands on his lap.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I know you ain't mean to let em' loose."

".. I didn't."

"You know I'm just very specific ‘bout my animals, they're expensive little shits. Just like you."

The last part made you laugh but you tried to stop it though it was already too late. "That's funny?" He teased.

"No. I'm not laughing."

"Yes you are, look at’cha." He pokes your cheek and you push his hand away so he goes for your belly instead.

"You're being annoying!"

"I'm tryin' to make it up. Cmon, lemme look at that pretty lil smile."

"Noooooo.”

"No?"

"Yes."

"Yes? You just said no."

"What? No— You know what I meant!"

Rafe snorts and tugs you into his side to kiss the top of your head.

"Are you gonna let me apologize now?"

You stared at him then rested on his shoulder.

"Fine... I'll listen."

"Now, m'sorry for yellin' and leavin' you alone."

You waited a minute again before responding.

"I don't like it when you yell."

"Yeah, I know. M'bad at it, ain't I?"

You nod shyly because you feel bad for calling him out.

"Yeah," Rafe says as he rubs your back. "But I'll stay workin' on it. Bitin' my tongue and all that."

"Okay,”

"Y'forgive me then?"

You nod and look back up at him. "It's okay."

"Don't say it's okay, jus' say you'll give me another chance to get it good." He keeps you tucked against his chest, rubbing your arms and the sides of your legs.

"I forgive you, Rae."

He smiles and kisses your temple. "Thanks sugar."

"Now y’wanna come help me take care of the animals today or you doin' your own thing?"

“…Are you sure you want me around?” You ask hesitantly.

“Course I want you around, you kiddin’ me?”

“Kay then… I’ll help.”

"That's m'girl.”

©angelletters (do not share my work on other platforms, do not turn my work into ai bots, and do not steal my work. inspiration is always welcome, you do not have to credit if you do take inspiration from me but it's always appreciated.)

- Word count: 837

- Divider credits: @cursed-carmine

Too weak?

- Pairing: ams!reader x military!rafe

- Summary: You make Rafe try and crack an egg between his bicep.

Scrolling on your phone you giggle to yourself as you watch this couple on TikTok. This wife pranked her husband by asking him if he could crack an egg between his bicep. Most people can't do it, which obviously for men, is an ego hit. So as evil as you are, you decide to do it to Rafe!

You innocently pad into the garage where he's busy cleaning his guns and organizing the tools he's used today. He turns when he hears the door creak open.

"Hey, gorgeous." He mumbles, already lifting an arm so you can slide in next to him. When you do he pats your hip, not breaking eye contact with what he was originally doing.

You hold out the brown egg wordlessly. He pauses before turning to give you a face with furrowed brows.

"Givin' me an egg? Is that a sign you want me to cook? hungry?"

"No, honey... I want to see if you can break it between your bicep."

Rafe gives you a confused look again before taking the egg.

"Alright... If that's what you want."

You nod, watching him as he places the egg in the crook of his arm, quickly flexing up before fumbling because the egg popped out of his arm.

"The fuck." He tries again. Same thing.

"The fuck is this shit, huh?" He squeezes his arm harder and you laugh, that's when he looks up.

Very offended.

"What? I can do it, honey."

"I didn't say you couldn't!"

"Alright then. Quit laughin' at me. Dumb shits slipping out my damn arm." He holds the egg in place and flexes his bicep again, harder, as if he's actually lifting weights.

It still doesn't crack open. You laugh loudly into your hands. Rafe shakes his head, his own wife, laughing at him.

"Maybe try the stronger arm?"

Rafe drops his arms and looks you dead in the eye. "Stronger arm? My arms are the damn same I work out each evenly-"

"Just try it."

He sighs like he's used to your antics already. He puts the egg between his other arm. Flexes his bicep and yet the egg doesn't break. You laugh fully into his face.

"Why are you havin' me do this dumb shit? Probably a fake egg." He convinced himself, nodding, before throwing it onto the garage floor and watching the yellow of the yolk spill out. You both look at the cracked egg on the floor. You look up at him before pointing.

"You're cleaning that up." You walk into the house before he can tell you anything. You love messing with Rafe.

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- Word count: 436

- Divider credits: @cursed-carmine

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