#otuerbanks

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Give It To You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

Summary: After a month of dating, Y/N isn't sure if what she has with Rafe is love.

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Y/N and Rafe have been girlfriend and boyfriend for a month now and everyone knows it. She has to admit that she is nervous about being with him. Her biology major clashes with his business one. Her more reserved personality isn’t supposed to go with his outgoing party one. She knows there must be whispers about her around campus because she’s heard a few of them. She’s only with him because he needs help with some of his school work and she wants something out of it. She makes him stay home from parties. She is trying to control him. Everyone seems to think that whatever she and Rafe have is anything but love. They are, of course, wrong because she does love him. And he loves her. At least, she hopes that he loves her. Neither of them has said the words yet, but she knows that’s how she feels about him. They are both scared to say the words out loud. They just don’t know the other’s feelings. 

A small part of her feels like maybe he doesn’t like her. She can see how he treats her differently from the other girls. How he looks at her with a special twinkle reserved only for her. How he always follows his rules to take care of her. Her brain wants to take all of those facts though and replace them with doubt. And Rafe can see that. 

Her head is placed on his chest, letting it rise and fall with his breathing. His fingers twirl her hair around and around. He looks down to see her deep in thought, “What’s on your mind, Angel?” She readjusts her head on his chest, so she can look at him. “Do you ever hear the rumours about us on campus?” she whispers. His brows meet at a point, moving her hair behind her ear, “Yeah, why are you asking?” “Do you think they are right? That what we have isn’t lo- liking,” she worries, occupying herself with tracing her finger along his chest. His heart flutters at the word she is about to say. He knows she is going to say she loves him and he wants to scream to the world how happy he is. “I love you,” he says, looking her dead in the eyes. If this conversation is going where he thinks it is, then he knows she needs those words. Her cheeks raise to create a puff and her eyes gleam with happiness, but her concern comes back soon. “But how do you know what we really have is love? We’ve never been in love before.” 

He gets off of his bed, searching for something on his dresser. He returns to her and pulls her onto his lap. “I may not have been in love before, but I know exactly how I feel about you. When I’m with you, the world stops. All I can think about is you and how I can make you happy. The thought of you being taken away from me would kill me,” he confesses. “And I’ve never felt that way about someone before, so if that’s not love, then I don’t know what is. But if that doesn’t convince you about how I feel, then maybe giving you this will.” He holds up his hand and a golden chain dangles from between his fingers, hanging from a small jump ring is the name of his frat in the Greek alphabet. His fraternity letters. A necklace given to him by his frat brothers that Rafe is never supposed to give it away. 

“Rafe, you can’t give this to me. Your frat brothers are going to kill you,” she refutes, pushing his hand back towards him. He shakes his hand, unclipping it to put it around her neck, “I don’t care about them. If this is going to show you how much I love you, then let me give it to you, Angel.” His lips greet her cheek as he admires the way the letters rest between her breasts. He thinks he might die with how happy he is with her wearing his necklace. “Rafe, thank you. I love you too,” she says, giving him multiple kisses on the lips. His hands go to play with her hair, “I love you so much, Angel. I don’t think you will ever understand.” He places his head on her neck, enjoying the warmth of her in his arms. They may have only been dating for a month, but he already knows he would stay the rest of his life in hell for this Angel. 

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It’s the frat’s weekly meeting and every brother is supposed to wear their letters to it, but when Rafe shows up without it, it causes an uproar amongst the boys. “Where are your letters?” Kelce questions, holding up his own as if Rafe doesn’t know what he is talking about. Rafe shrugs nonchalantly, walking to his chair at the head of the table, “I gave it to Y/N.” “What! Dude, those are your letters. You aren’t supposed to give it to some random chick,” Topper argues. Rafe’s head whips towards Topper with anger, “My angel isn’t some chick. I love her and she needed something to prove that. I don’t want to hear another gripe about this. Do you understand?” “Man, he is whipped for her,” Topper mutters under his breath. Rafe ignores Topper and starts the meeting. He places his phone on the table, accidentally turning it on so the whole room can see his background photo of Y/N smiling with his letters around her neck. 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia