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rafeyscherry · 9 days ago

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CATASTROPHIZING THOUGHTS

rafe cameron x reader

cw: mentions of death and anxiety, catastrophizing thoughts

you were both lounging around in his room when the anxious ache in your chest started growing worse.

you had been anxious all day over literally anything and everything from climate change and death to what to eat for breakfast. it just wasn’t a good day.

typically, you could work through the anxiety, but it had been growing and growing all day and you could barely hold it in anymore.

you had been so good at hiding it so when you got up and walked over to rafe who was sitting on your desk chair playing some game on your laptop, he noticed your expression and shaky hands instantly.

“baby?” he asked gently as you stood by him.

it was hard to express what you were feeling because of the amount of thoughts running through your head, so all you could muster was a “i don’t feel good.”

he could tell it worse than just that, but he nodded and pulled you down onto his thigh.

your trembling hands gripped his shirt in an attempt to ground yourself as he rubbed your back gently.

“talk to me baby. just let your thoughts spill out, they don’t have to make sense,” he said gently, waiting for you to start.

“what—what if i die?” you mumbled.

his eyebrows furrowed and shifted his hand to your hair. “like…now?” he asked confused.

“like, soon. what if?” you sniffled.

he frowned and started running his hand through your hair. “you’re not gonna die anytime soon, baby. don’t worry about that,” he mumbled.

it was so hard to get the thought out once it started though. its all you could think about.

“but…what if— ““hey. look at me, ‘kay?” he said, reaching to his shirt to pry your hands off his shirt and squeeze them gently with his own.

“you’re not dying today. or tomorrow. or the next day. you’re safe baby, y’know that? you’re just in my room. nothings gonna happen to you in here, especially if im here, okay?” he said soothingly, trying to calm your nerves.

you nodded, the ache dulling slightly but not completely. “what else is that pretty head of yours thinkin’ about, huh?” he asked calmly, a big difference from your tensed shoulders and nervous tone.

“everything,” you mumbled.

he nodded and kissed your temple. “well alright. why don’t you go lay down, hm? maybe write all those ideas in your head down and we can talk them through. but right now, i’m gonna go get you a water,” he said as you stood back up.

you walked over to his bed and grabbed the little journal he bought you from the nightstand, starting to write everything down as he left. he came back with the cold-water bottle and put it on the nightstand, coaxing the journal out of your hands and starting to read off each thought and taking it from the catastrophizing thoughts they previously were and dying them down to what they actually were—just thoughts.

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rafeyscherry · 9 days ago

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NO I’M NOT IN LOVE ☆ rafe cameron PART 2

✦　　　.　　MATTER FACT, WE COULD BE FRIENDSES

𝜗𝜚 bodyguard!rafecameron x popstar!reader

Yn Yln has been dealing with too many stalkers and papparazi lately, it's made her team worry about her and hire her a personal bodyguard. Insert Rafe Cameron, the new bodyguard, who is the talk of the internet every time he is working. Known as 'the attractive grumpy bodyguard'. And well now even Yn can't resist the charm.

𓂃.☘︎ part one 𓂃.☘︎ part two 𓂃.☘︎ part three

𓂃.☘︎ your instagram story

𓂃.☘︎ sarah‘s instagram story

AUTHORS TALKING -> little look into rafe’s personality as a bodyguard ;)

TAGLIST -> @hqtlineee @drunkinthemiddleoftheday @rafestoothbrush @kissesandmartinis @ijustwanttoreadlols @sisterslytherinog @kay133sposts @leather-n-velvet @bradshawed @fastlovela @kravitzwhore @inthelibrarybtw @whoismxtti @cokewithcameron @usseraloo @flvredcas @silkylovey

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rafeyscherry · 10 days ago

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i might drop some headcannons/imagines for her tonight😼😼

introducing.... maybank!reader

border creds: cursed-carmine

#rafeyscherry #rafe cameron x reader #maybank!reader

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rafeyscherry · 11 days ago

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✴︎ LACE DIVIDERS

ﾉ Please reblog & credit if you use!

For different colors just send me an ask please!

SUCCULENTS

FOREST

MOON BLUE

OCEAN

PURPLE HAZE

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rafeyscherry · 11 days ago

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could you write something where rafe is streaming and reader needs him to open a pickle jar? lol thought it would be cute xx

૮ ⎙ㅤ userrotapathetic ა i just rediscovered my pickle obsession so thanks for this made two versions because i had two in mind :p

Ი version one 𐑼

꒱ user can you say hi becca?

rafe messed with his lip, scrolling through his downloaded games, and glanced at the chat. “hi, bethany. okay, the options for today are either an indie horror game, chilla’s art, or outlast. those are all scary, great.”

user indie horror!! those are always so good ꒰ user how about my ability to fall asleep tonight user outlast because i know you’ll be scared

rafe didn’t expect any less when reading that chat, “banning whoever just prayed on my downfall for a week. i’ll put up a poll really quickly so you guys can pick.”

user ha ha user i know the mods feel bad doing that ꒱ user can i be a mod?

“don’t need any more right now. . i’ll tell you guys about my day while you vote. don’t care if you didn’t ask. had an abomination for breakfast but i swear it was good. my pretty girl helped me go over this deal i have and we finalized that. so, something pretty cool is coming out soon. .” rafe trailed off when he heard your soft foot patters.

he took his headphones completely off, turning his entire chair towards you. he looked to the jar in your hand, “hey, baby, what’s up?”

you tapped on the lid, wondering if you should even ask. you’d been building up the courage for five minutes after spending about ten trying to open this pickle jar without asking rafe. you knew he was streaming and did all you can to make sure you didn’t interrupt, no matter how many times rafe tells you he doesn’t mind, even wants you to interrupt his streams.

but you wanted a pickle and this jar was getting open. you walked forward, holding out the jar so only your arm was showing in the camera. you didn’t want the viewers to put their attention on you, but instead focus on rafe. “could you open this?”

user are those pickles user open it now user was not expecting that

rafe smiled, taking the jar and opening it, then handed it back to you. “thank you.” you scurried off, letting rafe continue his stream.

his smile remained as he turned back to the camera. “yep, that’s me. boyfriend. . jar opener. . personal wallet.” rafe shrugged nonchalantly, “i love what i do. you guys are mad,” he pulled a mock sad face, checking the poll results.

꒰ user ? right

Ი version two 𐑼

rafe frowned, seeing that outlast won the poll. “fine, freaks.” he started up the game. “you guys suck.”

he was twenty minutes in, already having been jump scared three times. the game was scary by itself, but as promised every time he plays a horror, his lights were also off, only the glow of his monitor providing light.

rafe blew out a breath, having to do another scene over again because of his character being caught. “i don’t know if i can do this again, this isn’t funny.”

꒱ user not even joking who is that behind you user you guys see it too?? ꒰ user nah it’s too late for this

rafe wasn’t paying attention to his chat as you appeared behind him. you already felt bad having to ask, but felt worse seeing that rafe was playing a scary game. you bit your lip, hoping this wouldn’t be a bother.

rafe flinched at another jumpscare as you stepped closer to his chair. “why did i play this. why did i play this,” rafe repeated. and with a tap to his shoulder, rafe jumped, throwing his headphones off with a yelp. he rolled his chair back, bracing for what could be behind him, paranoid enough to think it was a monster and not just you.

you rose your hands in mock surrender, holding in a laugh. “i’m sorry!”

rafe let out a breath, head tossing back against his headrest. he let his heart rate come back down, grabbing the remote to turn on his lights, hand slightly shaking.

user bro how did i jump user you don’t know how fast i just clipped that ꒰ user stopppp

“hi, sweetheart, what’s up?” rafe spoke with a slight voice shake. you held out the jar, “could you open this? sorry, again.”

rafe shook his head with a brow furrow at your apology, grabbing the jar, “you’re fine,” he opened the jar, handing it back. he cleared his throat, scratching a brow and rotating his foot, glancing up at you hesitantly. “i think i pulled something.”

user nice

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rafeyscherry · 12 days ago

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this account is sooo cute even if you don’t have any fics written yet🩷💗!! But i would like to ask for one😇 Im not sure if you write smut but i thought it would be really cute if you did a fic where rafe and reader are a newer couple, and so in love. they decide to have a sleepover (at either of their houses, you choose ofc😊) and have their first time together? maybe the sleepover is after a party at rafes house or something!!

Anyways, thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this hon!! I hope you know you’re so so so loved💕💕

(P.S can i be -💐 anon??)

hi lovely!!! thank you so so so much for your request, i hope i did it justice because this is my first time ever writing smut lol. of course you can be the 💐 anon! 💗💗

NO 1. PARTY ANTHEM

rafe cameron x reader

cw: smut!!!

The slam of the car door startled you awake. You don’t remember most of the car ride, but you do remember Rafe letting you lay down in the backseat with your head in his lap because “you needed your beauty sleep,” and who was he to deny you of it? You felt Rafe shift you a bit in his arms to get the keys out of his pocket, and that's when he noticed your eyes had opened. “Hey baby, sorry. Just give me a second…” he trailed off as he fiddled with the door, finally opening it with a click. He carried you inside and sat you on the long couch in his living room and turned on one of the lamps, the white light filling the room and worsening the headache that had grown from the party's music earlier. “Did you get my purse?” you asked, turning your head away from the bright lamp and over to where he was fiddling in the kitchen. “Mhmm, it’s on the table. Headache?”

“Yeah.” you mumbled as he walked back over with a cup of water and medicine, placing it on the coffee table before sitting next to you on the couch. He slid an arm around your waist as you leaned forward and took the pills, letting you swallow before pulling you into his side. You practically slumped into him, still a bit groggy after your car ride nap but not tired enough to sleep again. He smiled and kissed the side of your head, his hand running through your hair. “You looked pretty tonight, baby. Like a fuckin’ angel.” he mumbled, looking down at your dress then back at your face.

He never failed to make you feel like the prettiest girl in the room, because in his eyes it was true. Even with the smudged highlighter on your face and a bit of mascara goop in the corner of your eyes, he thought you were perfect. “Thank you.” you mumbled, looking up at him. He hummed and leaned down, giving you a small kiss. Then another one, and another one. With each kiss the intensity rose and his hands got more grabby, and you grew more awake. You straightened up from your slumped state against his chest and pushed your head up a bit to meet his lips halfway, feeling his arms wrapping tighter around your waist.

He started running his hands up and down your back during the kisses, his hands fiddling with the zipper on the back. You pulled away slightly, your lips still brushed up against each other, and asked “bedroom?” He was silent for only a second, because you had always just made out, nothing more. But he was growing a tiny bit impatient over the weeks, so hearing you say that? He was practically jumping for joy. He nodded, pressing one more kiss on your lips before standing from the couch and hoisting you up into his arms, ascending up the stairs and towards his bedroom as you kissed his jaw and neck.

He made it to his room and pushed the door open with his foot, stepping in and leaning back against it to close it and sliding a hand back to lock it. “Just in case,” he mumbled, placing another kiss on your lips. He walked to the bed and dropped you down onto it, making you squeal at the sudden fall. He leaned down and kissed you once more, his hands sliding behind your back and yours around his neck. His hands found the zipper and tugged it a bit, silently asking for permission. He felt you nod a bit against him, and it was all he needed to unzip it. You helped slide the dress off and onto the floor, leaving you in just a bra and panties. He looked down at you, his hands running all over your torso and hips and started placing kisses all over your collarbone and neck. Your head tilted back for more access and let out a small whine, making him smirk a bit.

“Fuckin’ stunning baby. Perfect,” he complimented between kisses, his hands sliding up to the clasp on your bra. “Can I?” he asked, fiddling with the fabric. You nodded quickly, a bit of nervousness building in your chest but also excitement. He unclasped it and pulled it off, tossing it somewhere onto the floor before cupping your chest in his palms. “Gorgeous.” he mumbled, guiding you back onto the bed and he leaned down, sucking small hickeys and kisses onto your tits. You moaned quietly, your back arching up just a bit as his kisses trailed down your chest and stomach, stopping at your hip line to hook his fingers into the fabric of your panties. He looked up at you with the silent question, tugging slightly on them. You nodded quickly, helping him by lifting your hips so he could slide them off easily.

“Atta girl, look at you.” he praised, his fingers tracing your thighs as he went to lift your legs over his shoulders. “You still okay up there, baby?” he asked, looking up at you. “Mhmm, I'll say somethin’ if I don’t like it, promise.” you said, your hands finding his head. He nods slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your mound before practically diving in. His tongue slid in between your folds and you arched up, a strangled gasp escaping your throat at the sudden pleasure. He flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit, not being too rough yet but enough for pleasure to coarse through your body. Moans were spilling out of your mouth as his fingers shifted from your thigh to your folds, moving his mouth to latch onto your clit and sliding in two fingers.

You gasped and gripped his head a bit more. “Rafe—oh fuck—“ you moaned, your head tilting back and eyes fluttering shut as his fingers pushed in and out. He smiled up at you and mumbled “I know baby,” before latching onto your clit again. You felt yourself tipping towards the edge before he suddenly pulled away, the warmth gone too. You immediately went to protest, but before you could get a word out his lips found yours again as he pressed his pelvis against yours, slowly rocking his clothed hard-on against your bare folds.

Your hands tugged at the waistband of his pants, to which he pulled away for a moment and moved to your neck, his hands helping wiggle off his bottoms and boxers and throwing them elsewhere. He looked back up at you as he spread your thighs wider, rubbing the fat of them a bit. “You ready?” he asked sweetly. You nodded almost desperately, and he smirked and leaned down for another kiss. You gripped his shoulders as he started pushing in slowly. You both weren’t virgins, but you had started dating a while back so it had been a while. He whispered praise after praise as he bottomed out, your nails digging into his shoulder blades and your hips trying to rock back and forth underneath him. You had waited so long and was practically begging now that he was inside you.

The moment he started thrusting it was like a game over. You grabbed onto him and tried to keep up a steady pace on your end, but he just took over. His pace increased quickly as he threw a leg over his shoulder to press deeper, making you moan loudly. “Rafe—don’t stop. Please—please don’t!” you cried, as if Rafe had enough willpower left in him to even attempt that. He didn’t slow down once, not even when he felt you clench around him and finish. He needed more—he needed everything. Your head was thrown back on the pillow as his pace quickened for the last time, both of you reaching the edge. He quickly pulled out and came all over your stomach as you panted, trying to catch your breath and come down from the intense moment.

He just kind of hovered over you for a moment, as if processing what just happened, before he leaned down and kissed your cheek. “You’re so beautiful. Did perfect for me, y’know?” he mumbled against your ear tiredly. You nodded sleepily at his praise, the tiredness from before creeping back into your system. He smiled down at you, his hand finding your hair. “Sleepy?” he mumbled. You nodded as his hands found your waist. “Alright baby, go to sleep. I’ll get you all cleaned up, don’t worry.” You hummed tiredly as he kissed you once more, your consciousness already fading as he got up and walked to the bathroom to get a towel. The last thing you felt before slumber overtook you was him pulling you into his arms, kissing your temple and drifting off alongside you.