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OHMYGAWDDDDD, guess who's back, hi cutie, sending kisses your way

hi baby ily🤍

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fratbro!rafe keeps blasting music late at night .

you’re three redbulls deep, hair in a claw clip that’s hanging on for dear life, and knees curled up under your desk while you try to understand why microeconomics feels like it was written by a drunk cryptid.

and then, you hear it.

bass.

again.

same playlist.

same goddamn wall shaking volume.

the same exact future song that’s been you since orientation week.

you press your forehead against your desk.

“no fucking way,” you mutter, eyes already twitching.

because of course rafe is throwing a solo listening party in his room again.

you know it’s him, who else blasts throw away at this ungodly hour? didn’t help that his dorm room is right next to yours.

your phone lights up:

Honors Econ

julia: can someone please tell rafe to shut the fuck up😭

nate: bro i swear he’s allergic to silence

you: on it

you slam your laptop shut and march across the hall in your socks and knock on his door. hard.

no answer. just future’s voice growling about drinking like it’s cinco de mayo.

you knock again, louder this time, borderline abusive. finally the music cuts and the door swings open like you summoned satan himself.

there stands rafe. shirtless. gray sweatpants. hair messy like he rolled out of bed straight into chaos

he blinks like he’s surprised to see you.

“hey,” he drawls, and of course he’s holding a red solo cup. “was just thinking about you.”

“yeah, i bet,” you deadpan. “turn the music down. i’m trying to study.”

he leans on the doorframe, grin spreading like he enjoys being hated.

“what, econ again? babe, you gotta let that go. that class is a scam.”

you just stare.

he stares back.

then shrugs.

“alright,” he says. “how about a deal?”

you cross your arms. “what?”

“quiet contest,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “first one to make a noise loses. no talking. no music. no nothing. winner gets to decide what happens next.”

you blink. “are you twelve?”

“maybe,” he says, stepping aside.

you should say no. you really should. but then you’re in his room—why are you in his room??—sitting on the edge of his mattress that still has frat letters on the pillowcases, and he’s grabbing a sharpie and paper like it’s middle school detention.

you scribble:

i have an exam at 8am. if i fail bc of you i will actually commit.

he grins, writes:

that’s kinda hot ngl

you roll your eyes so hard your soul leaves your body.

he’s sitting cross legged in front of you now, shirtless and smug, biting the end of the pen like he’s deep in thought.

his gaze flicks to your legs, then back up.

you catch it.

of course you do.

stop looking at me like that

you write, flipping the paper toward him.

he raises an eyebrow and writes:

like what?

you snatch the pen:

like you’re about to ruin my gpa

his smirk stretches wide, and he leans in just a little.

you feel it in your stomach. stupid butterflies. stupid hormones.

i might

you’re gonna lose.

you feel it already.

because it’s quiet, yeah, but your head is loud.

his knee brushes yours and it’s like setting off fireworks in your brain.

he passes you a note.

wanna study here instead?

you’re glaring at him, but also considering it.

you take the sharpie write back:

fine.

but if i fail, you’re writing my makeup essay.

he grins, throws the speaker in the closet, and for once, rafe cameron shuts the hell up.

but the way he looks at you?

yeah.

you’re never getting any studying done.

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Hi can you do Rafe dating a low self esteem reader who goes through his phone

rafe had been acting normal. too normal.

and that? that’s what bothered you the most.

no missed good morning texts. no strange late night disappearances. no change in tone or attention. nothing glaring. nothing obvious.

but that little voice in your head,the one that sounded just a bit too much like every insecure thought you’ve ever had, kept whispering something’s off.

so when he stepped into the shower and left his phone unlocked on the bed?

you hesitated… but only for a second.

your fingers moved before you could talk yourself out of it. swipe. messages. no names you didn’t recognize. instagram? nothing. camera roll? selfies, a few blurry concert pics, a bunch of you laughing, sleeping, pouting with his hoodie on.

you were halfway into his texts again when

“enjoying yourself?”

you froze.

his voice wasn’t sharp. not angry. just… amused.

your head snapped up to find him standing in the doorway, towel slung low around his hips, hair dripping, smugness written all over his face like he’d expected this.

“i—i wasn’t—” you started, scrambling to lock the screen.

“don’t lie to me, baby,” he said, stepping closer. “you went through my phone.”

you winced, shrinking back, phone clutched to your chest like it might protect you from the inevitable fallout. “i’m sorry. i just—i’ve been in my head and—i thought maybe—”

rafe crouched in front of you, still dripping water onto the carpet, the teasing glint in his eyes slowly softening.

“you thought what?” he asked, voice quieter now. “that i’d be talking to someone else? that i’d be cheating on you?”

you didn’t answer.

didn’t need to.

he saw it in the way your gaze dropped, the way your fingers curled tighter around his phone like it might reveal some secret you missed the first time.

“jesus,” he muttered, more to himself than you.

then, he reached forward, pried the phone gently from your hands, and tossed it to the side.

his hands found your face next, thumbs brushing against your cheeks, tilting your chin up.

“you really think i’d ever want anyone but you?”

“i don’t know,” you mumbled. “you could.”

his jaw tightened.

“no,” he said firmly. “i couldn’t. and i don’t. because nobody looks at me the way you do. nobody laughs at my dumb shit like you do. nobody sees me the way you do. and yeah, i’m a lot of things, but i’m not stupid enough to throw that away.”

you blinked up at him, eyes glassy, lip trembling, and god, he hated seeing that look on you.

“baby,” he whispered, pulling you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you like a safety net. “you could go through my phone a hundred times. there’s nothing to find. unless you’re looking for proof i’m obsessed with you.”

you let out a soft, tear laced laugh. “kinda am.”

“good,” he murmured against your temple, pressing a kiss there. “cause i’m obsessed right back.”

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so glad ur writing again angel <3

thank u !! ur so sweet omg. ilysm🤍

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I hope yk your writing is AMAZING users on here will fight with anyone and everyone for no reason!!! I hope you come back soon!!!

love u smsmsm☹️

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can u write rafe with obsessed reader who will really just agree with anything he says? and when he’s like… being a jerk and degrading during sex, she just nods along with it because she always goes along with whatever he says? and he really just uses it against her

rafe’s got you right where he wants you, pressed against the mattress, legs spread wide, taking everything he gives you without question. your lips are swollen, your body pliant, and your eyes? glazed over, so fucking desperate for him. just the way he likes it.

“such a dumb little thing, huh?” he taunts, dragging his cock out just to push it back in, slow and deep. you shudder, nodding eagerly, hands gripping at his arms.

“y-yeah,” you breathe out, like you’re agreeing. like it’s just a fact.

rafe lets out a dark chuckle, shaking his head. “fuck, baby. you don’t even think for yourself, do you?” he grabs your jaw, tilting your chin up so you’re forced to look at him. “just let me tell you what to do, what to think. isn’t that right?”

you nod again, blinking up at him, completely fucked-out. “uh huh,” you mumble.

his grip tightens, and he leans down, lips brushing against yours as he mutters, “kinda pathetic, don’t you think?”

your breath hitches, but you don’t hesitate. “yeah,” you whisper.

he groans, his hips snapping forward in a sharp thrust, making you cry out. “fuck, you’re perfect,” he mutters. “so fucking perfect for me.”

and you just nod, letting him use you exactly how he wants. because that’s what you’re here for. that’s what he wants.

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i love ur writing smm! Could you do short reader being in an argument with rafe but she's wearing a low top and he just cant seem to focus because he's just staring at her cleavage?

your arms were crossed tight over your chest, eyes narrowed as you glared up at rafe, waiting for him to actually listen to a word you were saying.

but he wasn’t.

his arms were crossed too, but his gaze? yeah, not on your face.

"rafe," you snapped, shifting on your feet, frustration bubbling over. "are you even listening to me right now?"

"mhmm," he hummed, though his eyes never left the deep cut of your top, the way it dipped just enough to tease.

your brows furrowed. "then what did i just say?"

silence.

you let out a breath, hands landing on your hips. "seriously?"

rafe blinked, dragging his gaze back up to your face like he’d just snapped out of a trance. "what?"

your mouth fell open. "i can’t believe you right now—"

"baby," he drawled, stepping closer, hands finding your waist with that lazy smirk pulling at his lips. "how am i supposed to focus when you’re standing here, looking like that?"

you huffed, trying to shove at his chest, but he just chuckled, pulling you in closer, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt.

"let’s just... put a pause on the arguing, yeah?" he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips over your jaw. "‘cause i can promise you, there’s something else i’d much rather be doing right now."

you were about to argue again, but then his hands slid lower, thumbs grazing your stomach before curling around your hips, gripping just hard enough to make you shiver.

"rafe," you warned, voice losing its edge as he crowded into you, backing you up until your thighs hit the table.

"mm?" he hummed, hands slipping lower, squeezing at your waist before sliding around to cup your ass. "keep going, baby, i swear i’m listening."

his lips brushed over your collarbone, and fuck, you knew what he was doing. he knew what he was doing.

"you are so fucking annoying," you muttered, though your hands were already fisting in his shirt, and that cocky smirk against your skin told you he knew you were giving in.

"but you love me," he teased, tilting his head, dragging his mouth down, lips parting just slightly before he bit.

a gasp slipped past your lips, your hands tightening in his shirt as he sucked at the soft skin, kissing over it before tilting back up to look at you.

"let me make it up to you," he murmured, hoisting you up onto the table with ease, his hands already pushing your thighs apart. "properly."

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hi love 🌷

sending u flowers and bouquets

i hope ur healing

love, mayra 💞

thank u mayra, u r the sweetest soul ☹️🤍🫶🏻

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would rafe make a movie w his girl??

oh, absolutely. rafe would be the type to bring it up so casually, like it’s no big deal, just a little something to look back on, something just for the two of you. he’d love the idea of having proof of how good he fucks you, how desperate you get for him.

“c’mon, baby,” he’d murmur, pressing kisses down your neck, hands roaming over your body. “just for us. no one else is ever gonna see.”

and once you agree? oh, he’s setting it up immediately. propping his phone somewhere with the perfect angle, making sure the lighting is just right so he can see every little detail. and he’s putting on a show, coaxing every little sound out of you, making sure you say his name nice and pretty, making you look right at the camera when you’re falling apart for him.

and afterward? he’s watching it back with the cockiest smirk, arms wrapped around you, making little comments like, “fuck, look how pretty you look taking my cock,” while you bury your face in his chest, all flustered.

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hii i just read up on the drama that happened n i rly hope u dont quit writing.

a similar thing happened to me a while ago, from writing a concept i had thought of and didnt realize it had already been done. i got a bunch of hate for it too, even after trying to clear the air and explain that i hadn’t seen the original creators post.

so just remember it is so so important to realize that people are always gonna have something to say, something to hate on, esp in this community.

like another anon said, there isnt much original ideas in the fanfiction world anymore. fanfiction has been around for so so long, and pretty much every idea you will have has been thought of years ago by someone else.

therefore, unless something is word for word, or strikingly similar and just paraphrased from the original post, i dont really take it as copying. ofc if u see an idea, perhaps give credit when its due, but if u genuinely didnt, that isnt something to feel bad for.

but dont let that stop u from writing what YOU want to write. if writing is something u wanna continue, please do not let other ppl diminish that.

however, if u do need a break that is okay. dont apologize to anyone for that, ever.

p.s ur writing is amazing. genuinely. n i rly hope u continue on with what u have been doing, u r so so talented.

much love, jae ‪‪❤︎‬

jae, this message means so so much to me, genuinely. i can’t tell you how much i appreciate you taking the time to send something so kind. it’s really comforting to know i’m not alone in this, and your words are such a sweet reminder of why i love writing in the first place.

you’re right, people will always have something to say, but knowing there are people like you who support and understand makes it so much easier to keep going. sending you the biggest hug, and i hope you’re doing okay too!! thank you again, truly. <3

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SAY THAT SHIT WITH YOUR CHEST!!

Bitches only be acting bold with the anon mode turned on 🤣 smh turn that shit off and see how quiet they go! Y’all are too scary for me!!!!!

anyways I love your writing, idc I got bigger problems to worry about then you “copying” the very original, never ever done before, in tumblr history “nerd!rafe” concept…

lmfao ur so right and tyyyy🤍🫶🏻

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I had to send you a note to just say I am so sorry for the hate you are getting there's literally nothing wrong with your writing like what? Then why don't they write I don't get it but I just hope your ok bc I know hate is just a horrible thing like we're all people with feelings and I think people ignore that but hope your ok and text me if you ever need to talk about it!💗💗💗

tysm ur the kindest (ToT) i appreciate u reaching out <3

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NOOOO please don’t go…. I hate when things like these happen bro like you probably got asks that were similar to the other account and as long as you didn’t copy the fics word for word then I think your good and they’re over reacting!!! People can have the same ideas.

I’ve seen like six accounts write abt perv rafe x reader… trust me guys as long as there is literally no copying word for word then you shouldn’t be throwing the word copying fics around. It’s so annoying. She just used a similar ask. 

(^-^) ur so sweet,, thank u for understanding !!

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https://www.tumblr.com/rafesbows/777909640816148480/do-you-ever-get-any-original-ideas-literally-most

anon just stfu atp NOBODY on here is original unless the created an au themselves, writing FAN (and let me say this loud n clear for the slow bitches in the back) F - I - C- T- I - O-N !! i/s NOT “copying/stealing” it’s inspo (IF that) bc half of the time it’s the anon’s who send the same prompt to MULTIPLE blogs. Maybe think about that other than going out of ur way to saying she’s copying 🤗

i've been sayinggg ＼(_ _)

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Hope you’re doing alright considering the drama. Just wanted to say that I don’t think it’s possible to “copy” a “concept” unless you phrase things in a very similar manner to the original piece. Two people can take the same exact prompt and end up with two very different results.

Plus, someone has already mentioned it— but there are very few truly original concepts. People have been writing fanfiction for so long now it’s hard to be the “first” in an idea to write about. It feels kind of like gate-keeping to say “oh you can’t do that because I already did this idea!”

It’s fictional, creative writing. As long as you’re not copy-pasting someone’s work (or copy-pasting while changing some words up) I don’t see an issue with it. I don’t think it matters if it’s the same idea, as long as you wrote the actual story in your own style and words. Sorry you’re getting shit on for this :( But don’t let it discourage you! Take a break and come back when you’re ready.

(Also, you don’t have to post this if you don’t want to. Just wanted to leave some encouragement :) )

i just seen this in my inbox, tysm for the kind words it means so much 2 me ;( <33 i honestly dont know what to do since im gonna keep getting bashed for answering reqs submitted by my fllwrs thats why ive been posting less frequently and i probably will not post at all going forward, i gave this a second try but i just woke up to hate flooding my asks and honestly i dont have to put up with this!

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It actually makes me really sad because I know that you were just trying to write your fics and they are actually really really good. people forget that you can have same concepts or same ideas. You didn’t copy the work word for word that’s literally crazy and that’s exactly what they’re trying to say but it’s not true. I’m sorry this happening to you. I am one of those anons that sends similar if not the same asks to multiple blogs and you know when I’d agree with what they’re saying if you literally copied their exact work but a concept??? An idea??? An ask??? Please get a grip on reality guys. Again I am really sorry this is happening to you no one should ever get treated like this

tysm i appreciate it <3 its honestly getting so draining

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Do you ever get any original ideas? Literally most of your fanfictions are copied off of other people's fics….

ive already addressed this so idk what u want me to do atp i already said i just answer requests if yall could lmk who did the prompt before me i will tag them but i havent seen it so i wouldnt know.. there r so many asks in my inbox i cant answer bc yall will go off on me again