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𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾?

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀．

(𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍，𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾．𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 🫠🫠)

it was one of those warm saturday afternoons, the kind where the air smelled like fresh grass and sunscreen. parents were filling the bleachers with fold-up chairs and foam fingers, coolers on the ground beside them, sunglasses on, baseball caps tilted low. and there she was—already sitting near the front, pretty as ever, waving excitedly at their son who was warming up on the field.

she didn’t see rafe when he walked in.

but he saw her.

tight little sundress. skin glowing. big eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. she had a little clip in her hair, their 2 year old daughter sitting in her lap, drooling all over some toy she was chewing on.

her voice was soft, sweet, laughing at something one of the other baseball moms said. totally unbothered. in her own world.

and the kicker?

she had a group of dads around her.

like vultures.

he watched one lean in and say something, probably some dumb joke. another one handed her a bottled water like she couldn’t get it her damn self. one had the audacity to sit in the empty chair next to her. too fucking close.

rafe’s jaw clenched, tongue pressed hard against the inside of his cheek as he walked across the grass with that signature slow, tight-lipped expression. he wasn’t the type to cause a scene. at least not anymore. not in public. not when their son was about to pitch the first inning.

but gosh, he wanted to.

he wanted to grab those lawn chairs and toss them across the field. he wanted to tell each one of those polo-wearing, dad-bod-having motherfuckers to get a life. he wanted to remind them who paid her bills. who bought all of her groceries. who paid for her nails, her subscriptions, her car note, her gas, her lashes, her everything.

but he didn’t.

he just walked over and stood behind her.

not next to her. behind her.

and that was enough.

one of the dads noticed him first—some finance-looking dude with too-white sneakers and a smirk that disappeared the second he saw rafe standing there with his arms crossed, expression blank, chewing his gum like he wanted to punch someone in the throat.

“hey, uh… i think someone’s lookin’ for you,” the dude mumbled to her.

she turned over her shoulder, tugging her sunglasses down a bit when she spotted him. “oh—rafe. didn’t even see you.”

“clearly,” he muttered, voice low, eyes locked on the guy still sitting next to her.

she raised a brow but didn’t say anything, just scooted over a little and patted the chair between her and finance dude.

“sit. you can actually see the mound better from this angle,” she said casually, pulling a piece of lint off his shirt like they weren’t divorced.

rafe didn’t sit at first. just glared at the guy until he got the hint and got up, pretending like he had something to do. another dad followed him, and another after that, until it was just her and rafe in that row.

he finally sat down.

“you good?” she asked.

“yeah,” he lied, eyes still on the field. “nice crowd you got.”

she snorted. “i wasn’t entertaining any of them.”

he didn’t respond. just sat back, watching their son pitch, arms crossed over his chest.

but rafe smiled. just a little.

‘cause none of those dads had a damn chance. not while he was still breathing.

❥𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴：𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌．𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌🤔.

[nobodiesreallyhere]

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖿？

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀．

(𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍，𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾．𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 🫠🫠)

it was a quiet afternoon on the course, sun blazing just enough to warm his back but not enough to make him complain. rafe stood at the tee, club in hand, eyes locked on the green ahead like he had something to prove. and honestly? maybe he did. he’d been itching to beat topper’s score all week.

but rafe wasn’t alone.

behind him, nestled comfortably in the passenger seat of the golf cart, she was in her own little world. legs crossed, glossy lips slightly parted as she hummed a soft tune by faye webster under her breath. she had on one of those tiny ruffled white skorts that barely passed dress code if they were in school, and a light pink halter top that hugged her figure way too well. hair pulled back with a cute little white bow, skin glowing like she was kissed by the sun. if you looked fast enough, you’d think she didn’t belong here—surrounded by grass and clubs and golf dudes yelling “fore”—but she fit in his world just fine.

in her lap sat a box of plain white golf balls. and in her hand? a cute little pink patch full of colorful markers and pens.

she was focused—tongue peeking out the corner of her mouth, brows slightly furrowed—as she carefully drew a little bow on the surface of one of the balls. another one full of little pink hearts. then one with a bunch of red cherries with green stems. each one had its own personality. it was her version of “helping.”

“rafey,” she called sweetly, holding one up between her fingers, “this one’s got strawberries on it. it’s your lucky one.”

he turned, resting the club on his shoulder, and squinted toward her. “you seriously expect me to hit that?”

she grinned. “duh.”

he rolled his eyes but still walked over and swapped it for the plain one he had in his hand. “you’re unbelievable,” he muttered, but the smirk on his face said otherwise. he kissed the top of her head before walking back to the tee.

and while he lined up the shot, she just sat back again, feet tucked under her thighs, quietly decorating more balls. smiley faces, sunflowers, stars, tiny initials of his name next to hers like they were in 8th grade again.

every time he hit a ball, she clapped for him like it was the best thing she’d ever seen. “you’re doing so good, baby,” she cheered, voice all breathy and cute, still focused on drawing a tiny pink angel wing.

and everyone else on the course? yeah, they were definitely staring. because here’s this 6’2 dude, all serious and sharp with his swing, walking around with a hot pink golf ball with cherries on it. and in the cart? his girl, looking like she walked straight out of a pinterest board, scribbling butterflies on his gear and swinging her feet like a little kid.

but rafe didn’t care. she was the soft to all his rough edges. and even if he never admitted it out loud—these were the moments he lived for.

when the game didn’t matter. when it was just her, being her.

his lucky charm. every damn time.

❥𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴：𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗄🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️．

[nobodiesreallyhere]

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾?

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐—𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍， 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌，𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 （𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅，𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾’𝗌 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾，𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.)，𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾．

(𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍，𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾．𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 🫠🫠)

a dim lamp casted a faint glow over her pale, sweat-slick skin as she rode him.

rafe was a broken mess beneath her, his lean, muscled body sprawled out, skin flushed and shiny, blonde hair matted to his forehead. his blue eyes were hazy, pupils blown, chest heaving from the orgasm that had just ripped through him—his thick, hot cum still pulsing inside her, leaking out to smear his softening cock and tight balls in a sticky, creamy mess.

he’d always been the one to overstimulate her, fucking her until she shattered, but now she’d turned it around, and he was defenseless.

her nails clawed his chest, carving red lines as she rode him with slow, punishing precision. her pussy clamped around his raw shaft, sucking him in as she moved.

his cock throbbed inside her, the swollen head dragging against her slick walls, every roll of her hips pulling a fresh bead of precum from him.

their mess squelched out, her clit rubbing his pelvis, dripping fluids pooling on the sheets in a warm, sloppy stain.

“fuck—wait, doll,” rafe whined, voice cracking into a high, desperate rasp. his hands jerked toward her hips, fingers trembling—he could toss her off with his strength—but they just gripped her ass tighter, sinking into the soft flesh, letting her wreck him.

his abs flexed, sweat streaming down his sides as she kept going, her tight heat milking him past his limit.

she bit back a cocky grin, leaning down. “too much, rafe?” she taunted, voice sweet and mocking, her breath hot against his ear as she sank down fully, his cock buried deep. she clenched hard, a wet squeeze that had him groaning, hips bucking despite himself.

“shit—princess, please,” he whimpered, blue eyes darting to hers, wide and glassy, his body shaking under the overstimulation.

“you love it,” she purred, nipping his jaw, tongue licking his sweat.

she kept riding him, her pussy slurping around him, the wet smack of her butt against his thighs filling the room.

his whines grew louder, a pitiful “fuck—wait” slipping out as his cock twitched hard, oversensitive nerves firing off.

his hands tightened on her hips, but he didn’t stop her—couldn’t, not when his body betrayed him, tensing up again.

her pace quickened just a fraction, enough to push him over the edge a second time.

his breath hitched, a choked sob breaking free as his cock pulsed violently inside her, another hot, thick load spilling out, weaker but messy, mixing with the first.

“oh—fuck, doll,” he moaned, voice wrecked, head thrashing against the pillow, sweat-soaked hair sticking to his neck.

his hips jerked up, shuddering as she rode him through it, her pussy squeezing every drop until he was a trembling, whining heap, cum pooling beneath him, the sheets a soaked ruin.

she slowed, smirking down at him, his glassy eyes locked on hers, chest heaving.

“good boy,” she cooed, patting his cheek, her hips still teasing as he twitched beneath her, too spent to fight back.

❥𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴：𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍🤔🤔

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𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗒!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾?

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ，𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒🤗🤗

(𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍，𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾．𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 🫠🫠)

it was around 2 a.m., the room pitch-black except for the faint glow of the streetlight sneaking through the blinds. she’d been dead asleep, deep in the middle of a dream, until she felt it. the heat. the weight.

rafe’s body was sprawled over her like a blanket, his arm thrown across her waist, his head buried in the crook of her neck. and the worst part? his loud, obnoxious snoring that shook the bed with every breath he took.

“rafe,” she groaned, shifting uncomfortably beneath him, trying to wriggle free. his body was like a furnace, and she could barely breathe with him all over her. “rafe,” she repeated, this time louder, tapping on his shoulder.

nothing.

of course. he was a heavy sleeper, always had been. but tonight, he was extra out of it, practically suffocating her with his warmth. she shoved him again, but he didn’t budge, still snoring like a chainsaw.

this was getting ridiculous.

“rafe, get off me!” she whined, louder now, but it only made him snuggle in closer, pulling her even tighter against him like some kind of clingy puppy.

that was it.

frustrated, she slid out from under him, the bed creaking under her movement. she sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, rubbing her face.

“this is unbelievable,” she muttered, glancing at rafe, who was still out cold. she needed space—space to breathe.

grabbing a pillow and blanket, she huffed and stormed out of their room, slipping into the guest room and slamming the door behind her.

the bed in the guest room was softer, colder, and most importantly, not covered in rafe. she finally settled in, pulling the blankets up to her chin, letting out a relieved sigh.

ten minutes later, she was finally starting to drift off, her body relaxing into the sheets when she heard it—the creak of the door opening.

“what the hell?” she muttered, groggily lifting her head.

and there he was—rafe, strolling in like he owned the place, his tousled hair falling into his eyes, his arms open wide like he was going to scoop her up.

“rafe,” she groaned, rolling her eyes, trying to sit up. “seriously? i just got comfortable.”

he didn’t answer, just climbed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her from behind. she felt him nuzzle into her neck, the warmth of his body immediately surrounding her again.

“you’re lucky i love you,” she mumbled, not bothering to fight him off as he snuggled in closer, his breath hot against her skin.

he mumbled something, still half-asleep, his grip tightening on her like he wasn’t letting her go anytime soon. she let out a little frustrated sigh, but honestly, part of her didn’t mind.

rafe was clingy, but it was also kind of sweet. she couldn’t help but love the way he always wanted to be close to her.

still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t gonna be a little annoyed when it disrupted her sleep. “you’re gonna be the death of me,” she muttered, but there was a small smile tugging at her lips despite her frustration.

he didn’t respond, just kept nuzzling into her shoulder, his breathing slowing down as he finally fell back to sleep, now content and peaceful.

and just like that, she was stuck, sandwiched between a clingy, snoring rafe and the need for sleep. at least, she thought, she wasn’t cold anymore.

[nobodiesreallyhere]

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖻𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗈!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾?

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀.

(𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍，𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾．𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 🫠🫠)

rafe didn’t even remember her name when he invited her over. not that he cared—he didn’t need to. she was pretty, she was tiny, she had a smile that could make a man weak in the knees, and that was all that mattered.

he met her at some party, the type of shit he usually skated through just to scope out his options for the night. and when he saw her? yeah, she was the easiest target in the room. she looked so out of place—like she didn’t even belong there, a walking fucking disney princess in a sea of drunk assholes and girls desperate for attention.

so, obviously, he had to have her.

the plan was simple: invite her over under the pretense of a movie, let the atmosphere do the work, and fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight.

simple.

except, somehow, he ended up sitting on his couch, half-sprawled out, jaw clenched so tight he could shatter his own teeth, watching a fucking princess movie.

a fucking princess movie.

he had never been played like this in his life.

“rafey, pay attention!” her little voice chimed, nudging his thigh with her foot as she curled up next to him, eyes glued to the screen like this was the most riveting shit in the world.

rafey. rafey.

jesus christ.

“i’m paying attention,” he muttered, though he wasn’t. he was too busy trying to figure out how the fuck this happened.

one second, she was all smiles, giggles, twirling her hair, acting like she was so into him at that party. she even let him rest his hand on her waist, let him whisper shit in her ear, let him think he already had her wrapped around his fucking finger.

then she gets to his house and suddenly she’s settling in, throwing a blanket over her lap, getting comfortable. talking about oh my god, you’ve never seen this? like she wasn’t supposed to be under him right now.

like she wasn’t supposed to be moaning his name instead of squealing about whatever dumbass fairy tale was playing on his screen.

he was in hell. actual hell.

and just when he thought shit couldn’t get wors—

boom.

his door flew open.

“yo, rafe, where the fuck you at—” topper’s voice cut off mid-sentence as the whole crew stumbled into the house uninvited, like they always did, only to be met with—

a fucking princess movie.

“what the fuck?” kelce was the first to speak, looking between rafe and the screen like he was trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

barry, stepping in behind them, let out a laugh. “ain’t no fucking way, man.”

“shut the fuck up,” rafe snapped, shifting in his seat.

but the damage was done.

his whole crew was staring at him like he had just been caught painting his nails pink.

“yo, who is this?” topper finally asked, motioning towards the girl who was still all curled up like she didn’t even register the shift in energy.

“hi!” she chirped, smiling like they weren’t all looking at her like she was an alien. “i’m—”

“she’s nobody,” rafe cut in quickly, running a hand over his face.

“nobody?” kelce repeated, smirking. “bro, you’re watching a fucking disney movie with nobody?”

“shut the fuck up, kelce.”

“nah, this is crazy,” barry grinned. “you tryna tell me she got you all cozied up watchin’ this bullshit instead of doin’ what you usually do?”

“he’s paying attention, though!” she pouted, nudging rafe again. “right, rafey?”

topper cackled. “rafey?! oh, this is gold.”

kelce sat down on the couch, shaking his head with a chuckle. “man, i don’t know who you are, but i like you already.”

“oh my gosh, thank you!” she beamed, completely missing the way rafe shot kelce a death glare.

barry eyed her, then looked back at rafe. “so, she your girl or some shit?”

“fuck no,” rafe said immediately.

but she gasped, turning to him with big, green eyes. “rafey!”

“don’t call me that,” he gritted out, though his body betrayed him, his arm instinctively pulling her closer.

topper grinned, nudging kelce. “yeah, we’re keeping her.”

❥𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴：𝗂 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋，𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾，𝗄𝖾𝗅𝖼𝖾，𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋，𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒🤔🤔

[nobodiesreallyhere]

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈’𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌？

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗒!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾，𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾，𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽(𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋… 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺?）𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌

(𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍，𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾．𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒🫠🫠)

rafe cameron was an asshole. to everyone. he was mean just to be mean, cocky just to be cocky, and downright cruel when he wanted to be. nobody crossed him. nobody got close. nobody except her.

behind closed doors, rafe was a whole different person. soft. needy. clingy as fuck. and no one—i mean no one—could ever know.

he was already half-asleep, his body practically melting into hers, when she started shifting.

“where are you going?” his voice was groggy, muffled against her skin.

“bathroom,” she whispered, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

he groaned, arms tightening around her for a second like he was debating just holding her hostage. but after a deep sigh, he let her go, flopping onto his back.

she got up, stretching as she walked toward the door. she didn’t even make it three steps before she heard him shuffling behind her.

she turned to look at him. “are you serious?”

he didn’t say anything, just rubbed his eyes and followed her like a damn lost puppy.

she sighed but didn’t argue, too tired to question it at this point.

when she sat down on the toilet, he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. she gave him a look.

“do you have to be in here?”

he shrugged, tilting his head back against the mirror.

“you’re literally insane,” she muttered, washing her hands as he waited, quiet and content just being in her presence.

the second she was done, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his chest like he’d been deprived of her for hours instead of seconds.

“you’re so dramatic,” she teased, letting him squeeze her tight.

he hummed, not even denying it.

when she made her way downstairs to get water?there he was again, right behind her, practically stepping on her heels.

“rafe.”

he didn’t respond, just wrapped himself around her from behind the second she stopped in front of the fridge, arms locked around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder.

she groaned, twisting off the cap of her water bottle. “you’re insufferable.”

“mhm.”

“like, actually.”

“yep.”

she sighed, sipping her water as he just stayed there, clinging to her like a damn koala.

when they got back upstairs, he wasted no time yanking her onto the bed, wrapping himself around her like she was his personal security blanket.

she sighed, running her fingers through his hair. “you know, if people knew how clingy you are, your whole reputation would be ruined.”

his arms tightened around her waist, he had the most serious look plastered on his face.

“if you tell anyone, i swear—”

she bursts out laughing. “relax, rafe. your secret’s safe with me.”

he huffed, burying his face in her neck. “good. now shut up and let me hold you.”

and who was she to deny him?

[nobodiesreallyhere]

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋?

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌： 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝗎𝗌𝖾.

(𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍，𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾．𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒🫠🫠)

the first time rafe ever let her slide on a payment, he told himself it was a one-time thing. just a small favor. after all, she was a good customer—loyal, sweet, and never gave him any problems. but then it happened again. and again. until suddenly, he wasn’t just cutting her deals; he was outright spoiling her.

he never admitted it. never put it into words. business is business, and he didn’t play favorites. that’s what he told everyone. but when she texted him, he’d always answer first. when she called, he’d pick up, no matter what he was doing. and when she showed up, all wide green eyes and a soft little voice asking if he had anything for her, he could never bring himself to say no.

he started showing up at her place without her even asking. sometimes with her favorite candy, sometimes with a bag of expensive jewelry he’d swiped from a dealer he didn’t like. once, he dropped off a designer bag that cost more than what he charged her in a month.

“rafe, what the hell? i didn’t even ask for this.”

he just smirked, leaning against the doorframe, blue eyes scanning her up and down. “yeah, well. figured it’d look good on you.”

she never questioned it too much. she liked the attention, and he liked giving it to her. but she wasn’t dumb—well, maybe a little, but not about this.

“you spoil me too much,” she teased one night, perched on his couch in his room, legs curled up beneath her as she sorted through a new pile of gifts he’d brought.

rafe leaned back against the headboard, watching her with that lazy smirk. “nah. i don’t spoil anyone.”

she shot him a look. “but you spoil me.” he didn’t answer right away, just flicked his lighter open and shut, gaze heavy. after a beat, he leaned forward, crowding into her space, fingers tilting her chin up so she had to look at him.

“you’re different,” he muttered, voice low. “don’t make me say it out loud.”

she shivered, lips parting, and he just smirked, brushing a thumb over her bottom lip before leaning back like nothing happened.

business was business. but she wasn’t just business. and he wasn’t about to let her forget it.

❥𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴：𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽.

[nobodiesreallyhere]

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾?

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌：𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀．

(𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍，𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾．𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒🫠🫠)

he’d been locked in his office for hours. door shut, phone glued to his ear, eyes never leaving the computer screen. she had tried—god, had she tried—to be patient, to give him space, to keep herself entertained in the massive house that suddenly felt way too empty without his attention. but it had been all day. and she missed him.

at first, she’d just lingered outside the office, hoping maybe he’d sense her presence, take one look at her pouty lips and big green eyes and decide whatever he was doing could wait. but he never did. then she tried walking in, casually, acting like she needed something—except all she needed was him.

“rafe,” she whined, flopping onto the couch in the corner of the office, making sure to stretch out just enough to show off the oversized sweatshirt that she may or may not have stolen from his side of the closet. “how much longer are you gonna be?”

“busy, doll,” he muttered, barely glancing at her, fingers typing away. “gimme a bit.”

she huffed, crossing her arms. a bit? she’d already waited all damn day.

minutes passed. then an hour. and still nothing.

fine. if he wasn’t gonna give her attention willingly, she’d just have to take it.

she moved from the couch to his desk, perching herself on the edge, right next to his laptop, tilting her head at him like a kitten craving affection. “you’re really just gonna ignore me all day?”

“not ignoring you, princess,” he said distractedly, still looking at the screen.

“you might as well be,” she mumbled, kicking her legs lightly. “don’t you miss me?”

he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “course i do, baby, but i gotta finish this.”

she pouted, reaching out to trace her fingers along his forearm, nails grazing his skin ever so lightly. “you’ve been working all day,” she murmured. “haven’t even looked at me properly.”

his jaw tightened. she could see it. he was trying to focus, trying not to give in. but she knew him. knew that if she pushed just a little more, he’d break.

“rafe,” she whined again, softer this time, drawing out his name like a plea. “please?”

he inhaled deeply, fingers pausing on the keyboard.

“just for a little bit?” she added, voice small, eyes wide and pleading.

and that did it.

with a heavy sigh, rafe shut his laptop, leaned back in his chair, and finally—finally—looked at her.

“you’re a goddamn menace, you know that?”

she grinned, already climbing onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. “but i’m your menace.”

he chuckled, shaking his head, hands finding her waist. “yeah, yeah, you are.”

and just like that, the rest of his work was forgotten.

❥𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴：𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽．

[nobodiesreallyhere]

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍．

(𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽.)

(𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍，𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾．𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒. & no, im not changing my font color🫠🫠)

𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇

what would happen if innocent!reader got high off bestfriend!rafe’s weed for the first time?

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾?

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋?

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾!rafe 𝗐𝗁𝗈’𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌?

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖻𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗈!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾?(𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇?)

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗒!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾?

⚠︎︎𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾?

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖿？

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾?

𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗒．

𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇．．．

[nobodiesreallyhere]

what would happen if innocent!reader got high off bestfriend!rafe’s weed for the first time?

warnings: mentions of drugs (weed), cussing

(𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍，𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅���𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾．𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒🫠🫠)

rafe knew this was a bad idea the second she even mentioned wanting to try weed. she was already a lot sober—whiny, dramatic, needy as hell. throwing being high into the mix? absolute chaos. but, like always, he couldn’t say no to her. or, more accurately, he did say no, and she pouted, clung to him, and begged until he gave in. and now?

now he was dealing with the consequences. she was sitting cross-legged on his bed, staring at her hands like they were the most interesting thing she had ever seen in her life. her hair was messy from how many times she had run her fingers through it, and her doe eyes were glassy, completely unfocused. her cheeks were flushed, her deep dimples showing as she smiled lazily at nothing.

rafe leaned against his dresser, watching her with mild amusement and a lot of patience. “what’s going on in that dumb little head of yours, huh?”

she blinked at her hands a few more times before looking up at him with zero warning. “i think i forgot how to breathe.”

rafe stared at her. “…what.”

her eyes widened slightly, panic creeping into her expression. “no, like—i was just breathing and now i’m thinking about it and it’s like…am i doing it right?” she put her hands on her chest, taking a deep, exaggerated breath before letting it out. “do i sound weird? i feel like i sound weird.”

rafe sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “jesus christ, doll, you’re literally fine.”

she didn’t look convinced. “but what if i forget again?”

“you’re not gonna forget how to breathe.”

“but what if i do?”

“you won’t.”

“but—”

“y/n.” rafe gave her a look. “you’ve been breathing your whole life. i promise you, your body’s got it covered.”

she stared at him for a second before breaking into a slow smile. “oh. okay.”

rafe shook his head, already exhausted, but at least she wasn’t panicking anymore. he sat on the edge of the bed, watching as she flopped onto her back, stretching her arms above her head with a dazed little giggle. “why do my fingers feel so long?” she mused, wiggling them in front of her face.

“maybe ‘cause they are long, dumbass.”

she gasped, looking at him like he had just said something life-changing. “oh my god. you’re so right.”

rafe chuckled, shaking his head. “you’re ridiculous.”

“mmm.” she hummed in agreement, rolling onto her side to face him. “you’re kinda blurry.”

“no, you’re just high as shit.”

“hmmm. maybe.” she smirked lazily, eyes heavy-lidded as she reached for him, weakly grabbing onto his arm. “you should lay with me.”

“oh yeah?” rafe raised a brow. “why’s that?”

she pouted. ”’cause i feel weird and you make me feel better.”

she tugged at his arm again, even though she didn’t have the strength to actually move him. rafe sighed, but he couldn’t deny her, so he kicked off his shoes and laid down next to her. she immediately curled into his side, her tiny frame molding against him like it was second nature.

“mmm, you’re warm.” she sighed happily, nuzzling into his chest.

“that’s usually what happens when someone’s alive, doll.”

“shhhh.” she patted his chest weakly, already halfway asleep. “you talk too much.”

“says you.” rafe scoffed, but she didn’t respond.

when he looked down, her eyes were fluttering shut, her breathing slowing as she relaxed completely against him.

he smirked, shaking his head as he pulled the blanket over her. “lightweight.”

she just hummed in response, already lost in her own little world. and rafe? well, he just laid there, letting her cling to him like always, already knowing she was never letting him hear the end of this once she sobered up.

❥𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴：requests anyone🤠?