i love love love the way you write for rafe!!
can you write a fic where reader takes care of drunk (clingy) rafe???
clingy rafe cameron when drunk x reader
you know rafe barely drinks, which surprises you when you hear a knock on your window at two in the fucking morning.
tired, you pad over to the window, in a simple tank and shorts as you pull it up. for a second, you have to be sure that its just your imagination - not only would your parents slaughter you for this but youre not exactly looking neat - but as you pull up the window and stare you realise this really isnt a hallucination.
rafe cameron is by your window. hes wearing a simple ralph lauren polo, and hes grinning like a stupid idiot. "hey, baby."
inspecting closer, you notice his dilated pupils while he tumbles into you, "rafe."
"missed you." before you can even more, the bear of a man envelops you into a massive hug, nuzzling his nose against your neck.
"its two in the morning." you retort, exasperated, but you dont hesiate when hugging him back.
"mm sure." he mumbles passively.
you narrow your eyes. "im not lying."
"course not. i know you dont." he finally lets you go and as you lean to close the window down, his arm is already around your waist while sniffing your neck.
"rafe," you sigh, in the way someone does with their child.
"what, baby? i missed you."
"youre drunk."
"so?"
"rafe cameron." you snap sharply.
"sorry, sorry." you have to shuffle along the floor while he continues to wrap himself around you as you guys shift to the bed.
"whyd you come here anyways?" you ask as you set him down on the edge of the bed. you notice the scratches along his arms from likely climbing up the bushes next to your bedroom and you wonder even how he did it in that state.
"cause i said i missed you, remember?"
"well, yeah, but you can just text me. or call -"
"not the same as seeing you." you leave him on your bed to go to your bathroom and get some cleaning supplies before sitting beside him and holding out his arms. trance-like, he leans forward and rests his nose on the crook of your shoulder, sniffing you like a dog.
"rafe . ." when he doesnt let up, you exhale sharply before getting anti septic. "how did you even climb up here?"
"cause. i did." the baby blue eyes you adore so much are completely fixtated on you and you feel your cheeks turning red at how reverent it seems.
"well yeah no shit." you mumble under your breath as you put the first plaster on as he hisses softly. "you hurt yourself."
his fingers tighten in your shirt as you move to his other arm. “dont,” he murmurs, forehead pressing into your stomach. “jst stay.”
you brush his hair back from his face and he immediately leans into it. swallowing, you tease, "youre being clingy."
his arms wrap around your waist. "m'not." then, after some pause just as you finish cleaning him up, “everybody leaves,” he says quietly, voice rough in a way that has nothing to do with the alcohol. “you wont. right?”
that does something to your chest that is not giddy.
“im not going anywhere,” you tell him quietly. “but youre drinking water.”
he groans in protest, but he listens. mostly because he refuses to let go of you long enough not to.
getting him into bed is another ordeal. shoes kicked off, shirt half-unbuttoned before he forgets what he’s doing. the moment you lie down beside him, he turns toward you instantly.
his arm slides around your waist. his face tucks into your neck. he exhales like he’s finally safe.
“you smell nice,” he mumbles.
"yeah and you smell like tequila." you mumble back.
a sleepy hum. “yeah… but you’re still here.”
his fingers curl into your shirt even as his breathing evens out, grip loosening but never disappearing completely.
and you stay exactly where you are.
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