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Beach Day

the sand is warm under his hands, grains sticking to his fingers where he’s absentmindedly brushing them off his palms for the third time in a row.

he’s not really paying attention.

he’s aware of the waves, the noise, people talking—but it all kind of fades out when she moves.

she’s sitting beside him, legs stretched out, pink against sun-warmed skin, adjusting the strap on her shoulder like it’s nothing.

it’s not nothing.

rafe looks away.

immediately.

she notices.

of course she does.

she doesn’t say anything at first, just shifts a little closer—subtle, like she’s just getting comfortable. her thigh presses lightly against his, warm, intentional.

he goes still for a second.

then forces himself to relax.

it doesn’t really work.

her hand finds his arm next, fingers brushing over his skin like it’s absent, like she’s not thinking about it. slow, idle.

he exhales through his nose, quiet.

she glances at him, not obvious about it. just enough to catch the way his jaw tightens, the way he’s staring very hard at the ocean like it suddenly got interesting.

her mouth curves, just slightly.

she leans forward, reaching for something in the sand—doesn’t really matter what—just enough that she presses into him more fully for a second.

“sorry,” she says, not sounding sorry at all.

“it’s fine,” he answers, a little too quick.

she settles back, closer than before.

doesn’t move away.

rafe’s hand is resting in the sand between them. neutral. safe.

until her fingers slide over it.

light. barely there.

he doesn’t pull back.

his fingers twitch once, then still.

she keeps it there, not lacing, not holding—just contact. just enough to feel him react.

he swallows, eyes still forward.

she leans back onto her hands, tilting her face up toward the sun, like she’s not paying attention anymore.

but her foot hooks loosely over his ankle.

just rests there.

he shifts slightly, like he’s adjusting.

she follows the movement without looking.

there’s a pause.

then she turns her head, finally looking at him.

he’s already looking at her.

he looks away fast.

that makes her smile.

she reaches over again, this time a little more deliberate, fingers brushing up his forearm—slow, dragging just enough to make it obvious it’s not accidental.

his breath catches, small but there.

she doesn’t comment on it.

doesn’t make him say anything.

just lets her hand settle there, warm against him, like it belongs.

after a second, his hand turns slightly under hers.

not much. just enough.

she notices.

her thumb moves once, slow, like she’s testing the reaction again.

he exhales, quieter this time.

still not looking at her.

she leans in just a little, close enough that her shoulder brushes his again, voice low but casual, like she’s talking about nothing.

“you’re cute when you get like this.”

he goes red instantly.

“i’m not—”

she cuts him off by shifting even closer, her knee sliding against his, holding there.

not pushing.

just there.

“you are,” she says, easy.

and then she leans back again, like she didn’t just do that.

like she’s not still touching him in three different places.

like she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing.

rafe stays where he is.

doesn’t move away.

doesn’t say anything else.

just lets it happen.

and she lets the silence sit—comfortable, charged—because she doesn’t need him to say anything.

she can feel it anyway.

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NERD!RAFE…

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who apologizes for things that aren’t his fault—bumping into someone, talking too long, even existing in someone’s space.

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who gets quiet when he’s overwhelmed, not cold—just processing, thinking, trying to say the right thing instead of the easiest one.

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who keeps a perfectly organized laptop—folders, color-coded notes, everything labeled—because chaos stresses him out more than he’ll admit.

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who doesn’t realize when someone’s flirting with him, but immediately notices when someone’s upset and doesn’t know how to fix it.

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who is a virgin when he meets his girl.

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who listens—really listens—like what you’re saying matters, like he’s filing it away for later, like he doesn’t want to miss a single detail about you.

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who speaks softly, even when he’s right, like he’s trying not to make anyone feel stupid—even when he easily could.

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who gets attached slowly but deeply, the kind that doesn’t leave once it’s there.

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who freezes for a second when given direct instructions, not because he doesn’t understand—but because he wants to do it exactly right.

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who thrives on praise in a way he doesn’t fully recognize—his focus sharpening instantly when he hears a soft “good” or “that’s right.”

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who gets hard when his girl wears his glasses or knows about one of his interests.

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who doesn’t push back, even when he probably should—more comfortable following than leading, especially with someone he trusts.

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who gets nervous with eye contact, but once he holds it, he doesn’t look away first.

NERD!RAFE CAMERON ⟡ who watches porn not for his pleasure, but to learn how to please his girl.

nerd!rafe x kinky!reader

Hot Nerd Fixing Cars?

the first thing she notices is that he doesn’t honk.

everyone else in the parking lot is impatient—engines revving, doors slamming, people weaving around like they’ve got somewhere more important to be. her car won’t start, and she’s already irritated, fingers tapping against the steering wheel as she tries the ignition again.

nothing.

“seriously?” she mutters, dropping her head back.

a car pulls in a few spaces down. older, quiet. the driver doesn’t rush out—he just sits there for a second, like he’s deciding something. then the door opens, and him.

rafe.

he’s not hard to look at—soft hair, glasses, a little hunched like he’s trying not to take up space—but that’s not what catches her. it’s the way he hesitates when he notices her hood popped open. like he wants to help, but isn’t sure if he’s allowed.

she watches him through the windshield.

he almost walks away.

“hey,” she calls, pushing her door open.

he freezes.

“…hi,” he says, voice quieter than she expected.

she leans against the car, crossing her arms. “you know anything about cars?”

there’s a pause, like he’s weighing whether he should undersell himself.

“a little,” he admits. “not… a lot, but—”

“good enough,” she cuts in easily, stepping aside and gesturing toward the open hood. “it won’t start.”

rafe nods quickly and moves closer, careful, like he doesn’t want to get in her way. he doesn’t look at her for long—just a quick glance before his attention drops to the engine.

“did it just stop working?” he asks.

“yeah. i turned it off, came back, and now it’s dead.”

he hums softly, leaning in. his sleeves are pushed up just enough, hands steady as he checks things one by one. he explains what he’s doing under his breath—not really to her, more like thinking out loud—but she listens anyway.

because he’s gentle.

not just with the car—with everything. the way he handles each part like it matters, the way he double-checks before touching anything, like he’s afraid of doing something wrong.

it’s… different.

she steps closer.

“is it bad?” she asks, even though she’s more interested in how he reacts to her proximity.

he stiffens slightly, but doesn’t pull away. “i don’t think so. the battery might just be—um—loose connection or dead.”

“mhm.”

she leans in beside him, close enough that her shoulder brushes his arm. he sucks in a breath, barely noticeable, but she catches it.

yeah. there it is.

“you’re really focused,” she says lightly.

“i—sorry,” he blurts, like that’s something to apologize for.

she smiles, slow. “why are you apologizing?”

“i just—sometimes i get, um… quiet when i’m working.”

“that’s not a bad thing.”

he doesn’t respond to that, just nods a little, eyes fixed on what he’s doing.

“can you fix it?” she asks.

“i think so,” he says, softer now. “if you have jumper cables, or—”

“i don’t.”

“okay. i—I do. in my car.”

he straightens up quickly, almost knocking into her, then steps back like he just realized how close they were. “i can get them. if that’s okay.”

she tilts her head. “you’re asking like i might say no.”

“i just don’t want to—um—assume.”

that makes something in her chest flicker.

“go get them,” she says.

he nods and hurries off, a little too fast.

she watches him the whole way.

when he comes back, he’s more focused, a little more sure of himself now that he has something to do. he hooks everything up carefully, explaining again in that soft, thoughtful way.

“okay,” he says after a minute. “you can try it now.”

she slides into the driver’s seat, but doesn’t start the car right away. instead, she looks at him through the open door.

“stay there,” she says.

he blinks. “o—okay.”

there’s no hesitation in her tone, and he listens instantly. doesn’t question it. doesn’t push.

she turns the key.

the engine starts.

“see?” he says, relief clear in his voice. “it was just—”

she cuts him off by stepping out again, shutting the door behind her.

“thank you,” she says, walking toward him.

he shakes his head quickly. “it’s really no problem, i—”

“you’re really nice,” she interrupts.

that makes him pause.

“i just—helped,” he says, like he doesn’t understand why that matters.

“i know.” she steps closer again, slower this time. “most guys wouldn’t.”

his hands hover awkwardly at his sides. “i mean… it didn’t seem like a big deal.”

“it is to me.”

he looks up at that, properly this time.

their eyes meet, and he doesn’t look away immediately.

progress.

she smiles, softer now, but there’s still something deliberate behind it. “what’s your name?”

“rafe.”

“i’m glad you stopped, rafe.”

his throat moves when he swallows. “yeah. me too.”

she studies him for another second, like she’s deciding something.

“you go here?” she asks.

he nods. “yeah. computer science.”

“makes sense.”

“…why?”

“you pay attention,” she says simply. “and you listen.”

he doesn’t know what to do with that.

“do you always help strangers in parking lots?” she adds.

“no,” he admits. “i almost didn’t, actually.”

“why didn’t you?”

“i didn’t want to bother you.”

she lets out a quiet laugh. “you don’t seem like someone who bothers people.”

“i try not to.”

she steps even closer, close enough now that he has to tilt his head slightly to keep eye contact.

“you didn’t bother me,” she says, softer.

he nods, barely.

there’s a beat of silence.

then—

“can i get your number?” she asks.

rafe freezes.

“…mine?” he repeats, like he’s sure he heard wrong.

“yeah. yours.”

“i—um—yeah. if you want.”

“i do.”

he fumbles a little pulling out his phone, hands just slightly unsteady. she watches him the whole time, not rushing him, not helping—just observing.

he hands it to her.

“put yours in too,” he says quickly. “so you—um—have it.”

she takes it, fingers brushing his for just a second longer than necessary.

“sure,” she murmurs.

when she gives it back, she doesn’t step away right away.

“thanks again,” she says. “for helping.”

“of course.”

she starts to turn, then pauses.

“rafe?”

“yeah?”

her eyes flick down briefly—to his hands, still a little tense at his sides—then back up to his face.

“you’re really easy to talk to.”

his breath catches.

“i—thanks.”

she smiles, satisfied.

“i’ll text you,” she says, already stepping back toward her car.

rafe just nods, watching her go.

he doesn’t move until she drives off.

and even then, he stands there for a second longer than he needs to, phone still in his hand, staring down at the new contact like he’s not entirely sure what just happened.

nerd!rafe x kinky!reader m.list

✿ Hot Nerd Fixing Cars

✿ Headcanons

✿ Beach Day

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