#Overlooked

[fee224]

First date!!

Rafe Cameron x overlooked!reader

When rafe asked you on a fancy date over the phone you were as nervous as you were mind numbingly excited. You had only told your mother, but she told everybody on Sunday brunch and that’s how you ended up having five of your older sisters in your room controlling your entire date.

Lilah and pen were blending liquids and powders into your face as Mandy and Campbell thrown dresses around your walk in closet. Shilah laid across your bed bitching. All as you sat on the dressing table fighting some internal nerves.

“Gosh, y/n why wont your skin just absorb this fucking make up”

“Oh my g- RAFE JUST TEXTED Y/N!” shilah squeeled from the bed as you bit your lip nervously.

“What’s it say..” you looked at Shilah through the mirror as she smirked opening the phone.

“He’s just done with gym and……. He’ll be here in hour and half” she stares absentmindedly as she starts tying.

“What are you doing? Shilah don’t do that, give me my phone” you plead, not able to stand up with the girls above you pushing you down to stay still on the seat.

“Oh my god, what’d you say” Mandy giggles from the closet.

“Nothing! Just how excited little y/n is over here” she crawls off the bed, kissing your cheeks and dropping the phone in front of you on the desk.

Rafe: hey, just finished gym, I’ll be there in hour and half?

: that’s perfect, I’m so exciteddddd, cya soon cxxxx

Rafe: …

You wanted to crawl into the ground waiting for his response. You sounded so eager and you hated it. You felt nauseous at the thought of him laughing at your message with his friends.

Rafe: Yeah me too, see you xx

You bit down a smile, flipping your phone over before your sisters could read the text.

You stood in front of the mirror in a tiny dress, and a caked face of make up. Heels that made you four inches taller, nothing on the boy that was picking you up any minute.

Your sisters snickered by the window as you reapplied lip gloss nervously. You heard an engine dull, a door slam, and multiple girl screams as the pit in your stomach started to come up.

You rushed down the stairs and swung the door open before anyone could beat you to it.

His face lit up at the sight of you, and then did a once over to take you in while you were dolled up. He was dolled up too and your tummy turned.

He was in jeans and a black and grey polo. His hair was slightly wet and messy, in contrast to the rest of him which was neat and tidy. He was holding colourful flowers that you blushed as you accepted and let down on the coffee table inside the door.

“You look pretty” he stated, rolling off his tongue casually as you beamed up at him, not noticing you were staring, smiling a tad creepily, not that he minded.

“Thanks, you look pretty too” you said in between smiling. Not realising anything anything wrong with how you were talking to a nineteen year old boy. You thought pretty was a fitting word. His eyebrows raised smiling as they quickly flickered to multiple girls peeking around the door at the top of the stairs as his brows furrowed and turned his attention back to you, ignoring them.

“Right? You ready?” You nodded shutting the door quickly and turning back around to messily bump into his chest. “Oh! Sorry rafe” you moved back into the door. “S’my fault, let’s head” he let you know as he grabbed your hand and hauled you to the car, opening your door and closing it.

You watched the big houses pass, waving small at your elderly neighbour who you bake cupcakes for every Wednesday, mrs sherry.

Rafe was casually tapping on the wheel to the beat of the music the radio station inside his car was playing. Every minute or two his vision would shift towards you, making sure of something you weren’t aware of.

You didn’t have a thought inside your head, and for the first time in your life that didn’t feel wrong or awkward.

In the past week, since meeting him at the country club, he had called you three time. He told you he wanted to call you more but he was busy, and you believed him. He seemed like he was someone who had a schedule, unlike you who drifted. Each call he was sweet and it somehow eased you slowly into sharing more with him.

You had found out he was working for his father, ward Cameron. He was set to take over things within the next few years when ward retires. He told you he has two sisters, Sarah and wheezie. His favourite colour was blue. He had a trip planned in two weeks to New York City for business with two other men. He listened to music you suggested and would always wait a few seconds after you finished talking, just to ensure he didn’t interrupt you because he was desperate for all the small sentences he could get. Every little thing he told you and, what you observed, you lapped up. You wanted to know all the small things, and all the big things. You had never been so curious. Anything else you could simply study in a book, not an actual boy though. Rafe cameron you had to be in his presence to learn things. which was becoming your preferred method of study. Because no books could make you feel the way he was making you right now.

Your eyes met once again as he pulled into the beach car park and he unclipped his seatbelt as you smiled, mirroring him. He was around the car opening your door before you could pick up your handbag from the floor. Which you usually wouldn’t leave on the car floor, but rafes car was clean.

When you stepped out of the car, the smell of the salty sea hit you. Rafes hand was immediately clasped in yours as he attempted to walk at your stoll pace down the docks. “You got us a reservation at Logies?” You blink up at him giggling, swinging his hand. Logies was the best restaurant on the docks. It had the majority of everything on the menu.

He squeezed your hand smiling, “you like Logies?” You nodded quickly as you turned the corner, entering the restaurant.

“Cameron” he replied to the woman at front desk. “Alrighty, follow me” as she lead you to an outside table, tucked in the corner. Rafe tucked your seat in behind you, and you thought you might drop dead with how sweet he was being.

When it came time to order, you panicked and said “same!” And were now stuck with steak, you liked steak but you wanted pasta.

When the dinners arrived, you didn’t care about your steak because rafe was in front of you talking about midsummers and how his family was hosting this years. You gushed about your dress, and how your fitting was in three days. You didn’t fail to blush when he said you’d look beautiful.

After a minute of wrestling with your dinner, rafe wordlessly snatched your cutlery and cut your steak for you while not cutting the conversation about colours of ties and his friends being bossed by their dates.

You didn’t have a date, and you hoped rafe would still be interested in you by midsummers.

After dinner and a double dozen of flushed cheeks, the evening was setting and rafe paid for dinner. You felt half bad because you only had your phone, a rhode lip gloss and a mini Gucci perfume in your purse. After dinner you didn’t want to go home, not even a tiny bit.

“Ice cream?” You followed rafes eyesight to the ice cream van on the promenade. You nodded eagerly “mhm sure” and without a second of processing, he was dragging you by your hand, and it seemed to be a habit of his.

A half an hour later and you were sat on the docks, licking your ice cream as rafe sat next to you, watching the sea distracted. There was some music in the background coming from a tourist gift shop. Rafe had you tucked under his beefy arm and the sight to anyone else was a long lasting couple, you hoped that was what you would become but instead you were seeing him, and somehow that was enough, for now.

You hummed to the music as you finally got to the cone. You lifted the cone to rafes lips as he bit down and you giggled softly.

“I better take you home, I don’t want them thinking I kidnapped you”

“they won’t care” you muttered sounding way too desperate.

“Still.. getting late”

“fine, let’s go” you mumbled, standing up and brushing your dress down as you began to walk, just to be pulled back by the hand “I don’t want to bring you home, but I have to, okay? If I could, I’d keep you with my all day” you’re face grew red hot by the admission.

“S’okay rafe, I know” your head bent down as he grabbed your hand again and began to walk.

As his car pulled up slowly on the long drive, your head started to spin. You didn’t want to leave this car or this boy.

“Bye rafe, thank you for tonight it was really…” you racked your head, regretting not prescribing on the way home “good” you whispered.

He smiled, watching you as you talked. “Yeah? Do it again then pretty?” You’re face smiled with your mouth parted in numb shock of everything that was happening. You realised you hadn’t replied and nodded rapidly as he just smiled at your cuteness.

You leant in to kiss his cheek lightly and unlocking the door. You stood on the concrete ground

“Bye rafe”

“Bye y/n”

- fee xxx

[kyrithenerd]

WHY IS HE SO RIDICULOUSLY UNDERRATED AND SO HOT-? Like I'm sorry I have OC's based on this man and I genuinely can't grasp how even the Twilight fandom forgets that Jasper / Jackson exists. It's criminal. Justice for Jasper Hale, Justice for Jackson Rathbone.

[thoughtlessarse]

Did you know female birds can sing? That might sound like a simple statement—an obvious statement—but just a little over a decade ago, most scientists viewed birdsong as trait that belonged nearly exclusively to male birds. This is just one of many ways scientists have historically short-changed female birds, researchers argue in a new study published in the International Journal of Avian Science. “People tend to have an unconscious bias towards male birds, and that’s often because they’re brighter and easier to identify,” says lead author Joanna Wu, an ornithologist and ecologist at the University of California, Los Angeles. Of course, in some species, such as crows, females and males are indistinguishable at a glance, making studying differences between the sexes even more difficult. These biases echo similar ones in human studies and could impact efforts to save species from threats like climate change and habitat destruction. “Without females, you’re really missing a large part of the population, and a pretty important part of the population for survival,” says Karan Odom, a behavior ecologist at the University of the Pacific, who was not involved in the new study.

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A bro-bias? I can't imagine why. I sure hope that's not happened in other fields of research.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

Sometimes, I wish I was worth the risk too. That somewhere, someone out there would pursue me and make me the only exception despite all the odds.

[partmathpartmagic]

When you rewrite a scene 10,000 times and you finally nail it and suddenly all the characters are 3d again and the planets are aligned and your crops are watered ahhhhhhhhh

[howifeltabouthim]

A girl who looked to books for answers to questions that would never be asked of her.

Chris Whitaker, from All the Colors of the Dark

[thatsbelievable]

[thefrenchpyro]

...why are you all following me?

...please

...just answer truthfully.

[fee224]

Love calls from miles away

Bf!rafe x overlooked!reader

Rafe had left to Morocco with promises you presumed were hollow. Your mind tended to go to the pessimist dark room and stay there. The night he left, you half convinced yourself there was no work trip, this was his way of tapping out and you’d probably see him at the country club the following day.

After crying yourself to sleep under the comfort of your own warm duvet, you were surprised to be woken by your phone singing rather than your fluffy alarm clock.

The contact name sent a warm tingle through your stomach as you accepted the call. “Rafe?” You gulped.

“Hey baby, I just landed, thought I’d ring to let you know” his voice was tired too and you quickly wiped the sleep out of your eyes to lean against your headboard. “You’re there? Is it nice rafe?” You whispered, desperate not to wake the mutt at the end of your bed.

“Sure, Little hotter than the obx but we’ll adjust hey? Shit I didn’t even think of the obx, what time is it over there?”

“Eh nine o clock, I’m just watching a movie” you lied, coughing the sleepiness out of your throat, you wanted to keep talking to your boyfriend.

“Yeah? What movie?” He asked patiently, clearly not calling for a reason as you smiled distracted by his deep voice. “Ah legally blonde, trying to get in a study mood for when college starts” you spoke softly, calmly and slowly. The silence comforting, and rafes breathing soothing you.

“Legally blonde” he ticked his tongue, attempting to make conversation about the movie he’s never heard of. “Cute?” He shook his head to himself as you giggled.

“You wanna see this place we are staying, place is a fucking palace” your feet intertwined underneath the sheets, listening intently about the interior design of said palace.

“I thought ward would be that type of dad, to buy super big palaces as a place to stay” you mused from the other line as he hummed, not burdening you with what exactly he had to deal with in terms of ward, talking about him as a man focussed on business and priorities, which wasn’t a lie.

The phone call ended twenty minutes later with rafe needing a shower before dinner reservations. The next call came a day later, day one being filled with texts, day two came with a FaceTime.

You were sitting at your vanity, applying expensive skin care when the call came and you placed it against your mirror.

It must have been late for him because he was in bed, darkness filling most of his room, as he laid shirtless against the wooden headboard.

He made a conscious effort not to mention your small pink silk crop top that made your nipples exposed, and every time you would lean across the desk, he was gifted with a pretty view. He hoped the darkness in his room would help hide the fact he was staring.

“And this one is a glazing milk, I’m pretty sure this is what makes my skin so soft, my face skin of course because on my body skin I just use moisturising lotion” you rolled your eyes at yourself, still rambling as you poured the liquid into your hands.

“Yeah? What’s next baby?” He sounded out of breath, and his panting made your head snap to the camera, just to be met with his unclear face.

“Hmm” you rummaged around your drawer “this! It’s like a lip mask, for while I do the rest of my make up, then I’ll take it off and my lips will be soft” you show it to the camera.

“Mmmhm” his camera was shaky and you scratched your head watching him

“rafe i cant really see you”

“That’s okay, I can see you” he stifled as you pouted, accepting his answer and applying the strawberry lip mask, sniffing the fragrance while you did.

You were the one that had to hang up this time, and not because you had to change into your dress, because he insisted you could do it on camera, but when your mother yelled from downstairs that the car was leaving in two minutes for brunch, you scrambled down.

The third call came on Sunday, the day before he was back. You were missing rafe the most this day. You had just got back from walking Simmons at his favourite beach, and you were making chocolate cupcakes for rafe when he got back tomorrow.

“Hi rafe” you smiled wide, placing him against the wall while mixing the batter in your favourite pink baking bowl. You couldn’t make out the background, just his pretty tanned face, and his navy blue polo.

“Sweetheart” he mused happily. His hand coming behind his head, rubbing his hair as you smiled back. The pair of you staring at each other wordlessly, endearingly.

“Are you baking?” His eyes shifted from your face to the ingredients sprawled across the counter, and the batter on your cheek.

“Mhm” you answered with an exaggerated nod and smug smile. Teasing was something anybody rarely saw, but it was one of rafes favourite trait of yours, the way you’d giggle at his fake begging, shaking your head so cutely.

“You gonna tell me?” He smiled knowingly as you stirred with your spatula, focussed on the base.

You smiled softly at the camera “uh uh” you snorted putting the mixture down to go find cupcake cases. “It’s a surprise rafe! Ever heard of one” you rolled your eyes, which he chuckled at, amused by what your idea of banter entailed. Entertained by anything that came out of your silly mouth.

“When do I get my surprise” he set you down on the coffee table, leaning back to cross his arms and manspread as you stared at him complacently. “Hmm” you responded clearly distracted by the camera.

“You there baby?” He chuckled at camera as you nodded dumbly.

“I miss you rafe”

“Miss you too sweets” his smile dropped, replaced by something more tender as you quickly made a silly excuse about the oven, before hanging up to quickly rush to the bathroom and wipe your tears.

You clicked your phone open to see a small message

One more sleep xx

- fee xxx

[dont-follow-me-im-scared]

Crying yourself to sleep alone, when you're not in the bed alone, is probably one of the saddest things you'll go through

[wolfanitas-art]

Shoutout to all those who are constantly forgotten, overlooked and ignored - as if they somehow disappear from existence as soon as people look away.

[wordsoftheheartandsoul]

Little reminders for the overthinker: -Waiting doesn't always mean waiting around. -You won't fit in everywhere. -Your story matters too. -Give more than you receive. -Being overlooked doesn't diminish your value. -Love still exists, and it still matters. -Faith is built in the unknown. You don't have to have the answers. -You have a big imagination. Use it for good. Use it for others. -Take the scenic route. -The best way to "make it" is making the most of every opportunity presented to you.

Morgan Harper Nichols - All Along You Were Blooming

[mikeockistiff]

It's never the "Big Things" that send a man to the Mad House; it's all the little, tiny tragedies that no one else notices that break him

[dk-thrive]

We understood the margins where we lived. Some still enjoyed resenting the far-flung coasts for their gleam and influence, but I think we all accepted the grace of the overlooked.

— Leif Enger, I Cheerfully Refuse: A Novel (Grove Press, April 2, 2024)

[howifeltabouthim]

'It'll be our place.' 'Where we can go hide from the world.' 'We won't need to hide. Because we'll be brand-new there. We'll start over. I won't be the girl who no one sees. And you, well you don't need to change much at all. Because, I was thinking, to me you're kind of perfect.'

Chris Whitaker, from All the Colors of the Dark