#cg!rafecameron

summary: cg!rafe rocking little!reader to sleep after a rough day. simple but sweet <3

Rafe knew you like the back of his hand; he could easily tell when something was wrong. It's not like you really hid it either. Like right now, you were sulking on your side of the bed.

If he didn't love you so much, he'd find this frustratingly annoying. Despite your little mumbly "I'm fine," he didn't buy it. You weren't being your normal, giggly, sweet self.

"Shortcake, I can't make you feel better if you don't tell me what's wrong." He pointed out, as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

You huffed quietly, ignoring his words, as you hid your face deeper into your soft, plush pillow. It was hard to communicate as you slipped into your headspace.

He exhaled under his breath, his calloused hand gently resting on your back. "Bad day, hm?" His tone was soft-spoken and gentle.

You didn't bother lifting your head up from your pillow, just giving a small nod against it as an answer. Rafe's hand softly rubbed up and down your back in a soothing motion.

"Not up for talking? Do you just want Daddy to hold you?" You finally lifted your head up, nodding as you reached your arms out.

He chuckled lightly as he pulled you into his lap. You instantly hid your face against his shoulder, getting hints of the expensive cologne that lingered on his clothes.

He pressed a soft kiss against your temple. "It's alright; I've got you, baby." He mumbled against your skin; he held you tight against him as he rocked you back and forth. Hoping to soothe you.

After a few yawns and quiet, tired groans, you were out like a light in his arms. His heart melted at the sight of you asleep in his arms. You were his soft spot. He smiled softly as he laid you down in bed, pressing a loving kiss against your forehead.

summary: cg!rafe catching little!reader watching a scary movie.

warnings: stern!rafe.

a/n: happy holidays !! <3

It was around 7-ish; Rafe was working late, so you had the whole house to yourself.

Rafe had pretty much banned scary movies in the house, because you would get nightmares and have a hard time sleeping. However, Rafe wasn't home, so what he didn't know couldn't hurt him.

The house was dark; you were curled up on the couch with a blanket and one of your stuffies. Your eyes fixated on the first Scream movie playing on the TV.

You couldn't lie to yourself and say you weren't scared. Snapping your head to the window every time you heard the wind from outside or jumping slightly when the refrigerator made a noise.

It wasn't even halfway through the movie until the front door opened and the living room lights flickered on. You flinched slightly at the sudden action.

"Hey baby, I'm home." Rafe called out softly as he set his keys down; his eyes quickly noticed the movie playing on the TV.

He furrowed his brows. "What do you think you're watching?" His arms crossing across his chest.

You curled more into your blanket, avoiding his stern gaze. "Scream..." you mumbled quietly.

"Think again; change it. Now." He warned he wasn't being strict to be mean; he just didn't want you to be scared all night.

A small pout formed on your face. "But—" you tried to reason, but Rafe wasn't going to hear you out, especially on something like this.

"But nothing. Change it now; I'm not going to ask again, baby."

You huffed quietly before switching the channel to an old recording of The Aristocats. He noticed the pout still on your face; he gently lifted your chin so you were looking up at him.

"Hey, don't start acting like that. Tell Daddy why you're not allowed to watch these movies, hm?" His hand shifting so he could push some hair away from your face.

"...Because I get nightmares," you answered quietly. Rafe smiled gently at your words, his hand moving back to your chin.

"That's right, so don't let me catch you watching any more of these, okay?" His tone was firm but still soft.

You nodded, "Okay, Daddy..." His smile grew at your agreement. He leaned down to press a kiss to your temple.

Sweet Nothing

summary: little!reader doesn’t want to go to bed, and won’t listen to cg!rafe

a/n: Thank you sm anon <3, i’m so sorry I made you wait. I hope you enjoy !!

You were curled up on the couch, reading one of your new books. It was around 9:30 pm, which was thirty minutes past your bedtime. You were dressed for bed and had your whole night routine down; you were just reading to help you wind down from the day. 

Rafe had finally gotten off the phone with Barry and noticed how late it had gotten. He exhaled quietly as he walked down the stairs. He stepped into the living room, spotting you on the couch reading.

He was silently praying in his head; you were tired enough to just let him carry you to bed without a fit, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. 

“Angel, c’mon, time for bed.” He spoke up, his calloused hand reaching down to smooth out your hair. A small pout formed on your face; despite feeling a little drowsy, you wanted to stay up and read more of your book. 

“i’m not tired..” you mumbled stubbornly, not even bothering to look up from your book. His face grew a little firmer at your behavior, he wasn’t a paitent person, and your stubborness didn’t mix well with it. 

“I don’t care, it’s almost ten. Come on.” His tone grew a bit sterner, he was trying not to be harsh, but he hated playing this “i’m not tired” game all the time. You whined quietly and turned on your side away from him, continuing to read your book. 

“Alright then.” Rafe murmured annoyedly before grabbing your arm and easily picking you up in his arms, bridal style. Which earned him whines and protests from you. 

“I tried to get you to go up by yourself, babydoll. You didn’t want to.” He said mockingly as he carried you upstairs into the bedroom. Laying you on the queen-sized bed. 

A sulky look was on your face; you crossed your arms over your chest. Shooting him a small glare. “I want to read…” you protested in a pouty tone. 

Rafe shot you a warning look in response to your petulant glare. “Your book will still be here tomorrow. Now wipe the pout off your face before you make me mad.” He warned. 

You huffed under your breath before reluctantly getting under the duvet and lying back against the soft, plush pillows. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you could feel yourself start to get more sleepy. 

Rafe smirked at this; he leaned over, his hand cupping your jaw. His thumb rubbing soft circles on the soft flesh of your cheek. “There we go, that's better.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

Big feelings

summary: cg!drew handling little!reader when she’s being stubborn.

a/n: I hope you enjoy anon 🤍!!

Drew had let you go play outside since it was still early and it was nice outside. However, an hour passed by, and the weather started to get hotter; it was too hot for you to be outside. He didn't want you to get overheated or sunburned. He sighed softly as he got up and opened the back door, leaning against the doorframe of it.

You were sitting on a small picnic blanket, coloring in one of your books. Not even noticing how hot it had gotten. "Angel, it's time to come inside." Drew said gently, expecting you to listen and come inside.

Although you obviously had different plans. You puffed your cheeks a bit. "But... I don't want to..." you whined.

Drew was starting to feel a bit frustrated, but he pushed it down and decided to be patient for now. "I wasn't asking. It's too hot for you to be out here; I'm telling you to come inside. Now." His voice was a bit firmer now.

Usually you would've taken the warning and listened, but instead you continued to be stubborn and bratty. "No." Your bottom lip started to wobble, crossing your arms tightly.

Drew's jaw tightened in frustration. He had never met someone as stubborn as you. "That's it." He huffed as he quickly made his way to where you were sitting. He ignored your whining and protesting as he picked you up over his shoulder and started to carry you back into the house.

Tears of frustration and stubbornness ran down your face; you tried to kick your feet. Unfortunately for you, Drew's grip on the back of your legs prevented you from doing so.

He carried you all the way back inside and sat you down on the staircase. He noticed your crying getting worse. He dug inside his pocket and pulled out your pacifier.

"C'mon baby, I didn't make you come inside just to be mean." Drew pointed out firmly, as he gestured for you to take the pacifier in hopes it'd calm you down. You furrowed your brows; you took the pacifier out of his hand only to throw it at his chest. "Yes, you did!" you cried, hiccuping through your tears.

"Hey, look at me. Take a deep breath." He knelt down on his knee to be eye level with you. "Just like Daddy, okay?" He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest as he took a deep breath.

You sniffled quietly as you started to sync your breathing with his.

Drew smiled softly as he started to notice your breathing and crying slowing down. "There we go..." his thumb wiping off the leftover tears on your face.

"All better. You can play outside tomorrow, I promise. Daddy just doesn't want you out in the heat right now." He explained gently, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek. "Do you understand now?"

"Yes..." you mumbled, nodding your head.