When Rafe Comes Home In A Bad Mood, Bambi!reader, Who Is Always Too Shy To Initiate Anything, Attempts

❀˖° when rafe comes home in a bad mood, bambi!reader, who is always too shy to initiate anything, attempts to make him feel better, only to be rejected.

warnings: shy!reader, ward being ward, reassurance, light fluff, happy ending i promise lol

a/n: decided to keep this one short n sweet <3

“what’s wrong?” you squeaked out, keeping your distance from rafe as he paced back and forth, his eyebrows drawn together in anger. “s’nothing, just go back to bed, alright?” he didn’t do so much as spare you a glance before cursing to himself. usually you left him alone when he was like this, giving him the space he wanted before he decided to confide in you on his own accord. this time, however, you thought you should be the one to comfort him instead.

hesitantly, you stepped forward, the movement catching his eye. “you could tell me,” you stood in front of him, “is it ward?” that was the last name rafe wanted to hear right now. “yeah, it’s him. he won’t get off my ass.” you followed rafe to your bedroom. “he’s saying that i’m going to get cut off if i don’t start making good decisions like i’m some fuckin’ kid or something.” he scoffed, taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

“i take care of business for him every day! and when something doesn’t go his way, he has to give me shit because of it..” you got behind him, your knees digging into the comforter as you started massaging the tension in his shoulders. rafe practically melted in your fingers, a sigh leaving his lips as he leaned into you. “i just get so tired of being the only one who has to deal with him being an asshole.” you hummed, deciding that he just wanted to be heard right now.

rafe had eventually stopped talking, his eyes fluttering shut as your touch began trailing down his chest. you had finally built up the courage to kiss his cheek, your lips moving to his neck before he shook you off. “i don’t want to do anything right now.” he got up, leaving you by yourself as he started a shower. you pouted. usually when rafe was mad, he was all for taking it out on you, and now that you made the first move, suddenly he wasn’t interested?

you couldn’t help the thoughts from forming in your head, wondering things like maybe you annoyed him, or worse; you turned him off. deciding to try something different, you changed into one of his favorite pajama sets, kneeling on the floor for him once he came out. “what’r you doing?” he had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. “i want to make you feel better.” you gazed up at him, your boyfriend sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. apart of him felt bad that this was the first thing you felt like you had to resort to.

“you want to make me feel better?” he stepped closer, “just lay with me, i don’t need you to do something like that to give me comfort.” he helped you up from the floor, wrapping an arm around your waist as you two laid own. “i just thought since you were upset, you would want me to, you know.. help you out?” your voice was so sweet, rafe could listen to you talk all day. “i appreciate that. trust me i do,” you laughed when he gave your ass a squeeze, “but i prefer you like this tonight.”

you hugged him, littering his face with kisses. “you promise i didn’t turn you off?” rafe couldn’t believe his ears. “you? turn me off? impossible.”

sofia is such a win for us latina girls ^_^ i feel like we’re not really represented enough and when we are there’s always gonna be negativity or people wishing it was the typical white american :( a win is a win tho!

definitely agree! i hope to see more of them in the second part for sure ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

just came across this crazy theory on x.. WHY is it making sense????

“you act like fucking mr. brightside when you’re with all your friends, but i know what you’re like when the party ends.”

this song is so rafe and sofia coded i’m running in circles rn

i feel like rafe and sweetheart!readers first kiss comes from reader but rafe deepens it. like she’s teaching him how to make frosting and he’s got some on the corner of his mouth and sweetheart!reader is like “uhm rafe… you have- nvm” and just stand on her tiptoes to kiss it off and he goes nuts sitting her on the counter to finally kiss her the way hes wanted to the whole time.

warnings: fluff, heated kissing, rafe hating his job lol

“make sure you leave the mixer in there long enough.” you were currently teaching rafe how to make your infamous buttercream frosting, and even though he was doing good, he couldn’t stop himself from dipping his finger inside the bowl every five seconds.

“it’s gonna be gone before we could finish!” you laughed, playfully swatting his hand away. “alright, alright.” he backed away, watching as you took over mixing for him. “i really appreciate you, you know..” you had spoken up, meeting his eyes.

“for what?” you stopped what you were doing, leaning against the counter to face him. “for everything. i don’t even have to ask you to do anything for me, you just do it.” you shrugged. rafe nodded, smiling softly. the action drew your attention to his lips, a smudge of frosting smeared on the corner.

you giggled, shaking your head as you pointed at his mouth. “what?” he started wiping his face, your giggles turning into full on laughter as he continued to miss the spot. “where is it?!” just as you were about to reach up, you noticed the frosting on your own fingers.

“just- um, okay..” you tippy toed, bringing your lips to barely brush over his before pulling away. rafe just about died when he saw you lick away the sweet mixture, your eyes sparkling as you looked up at him. “did i overstep?” it was silent for a few moments before you found yourself being manhandled.

his lips were on yours in an instant, both of you melting into each other’s touch. you’d wanted this from him since the day he bought your entire basket of cookies at the country club. you moaned into the kiss as he picked you up, placing you on the counter.

nothing, not even the bowl of frosting next to you two, was sweeter than hearing those pretty sounds leave your lips. rafe wasted no time, slotting himself between your thighs as his hands dug into the skin of your waist. he had never wanted someone this bad.

you weren’t used to being kissed like this, your fingers trailing across his chest as he deepened it, his tongue finding yours. butterflies fluttered in your tummy when you heard rafe groan. “y/n..” he pulled away breathlessly, swallowing thickly at the sight of your already swollen lips.

“don’t stop.” you tugged on his shirt, a smug look forming on his face. as much as he wanted to keep going and flip up that skirt of yours, he pulled away, hard as a rock in his jeans. you noticed immediately, wanting nothing more than to please him in that very moment.

“i don’t want you to think i’m here just to have my way with you.” he cleared his throat, your shoulders falling in defeat when you heard the jingle of his truck keys. “i know that..” you trailed off, stepping closer to him. he took your lips again, this time placing his hand on the small of your back.

your eyes fluttered closed, your dainty palm resting in the curve of his neck. “please don’t leave.” you whispered, his erection pressing against your stomach. rafe pecked you one more time before his phone rang.

“hello? yeah, i-, i’m on the the way already.. yes, i know we have work early. alright. i’ll see you.”

“that was my dad. we have a job in the morning.” he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “when we take that step, i don’t want to be in a rush to get home or leave you before you wake up.” rafe held your face in his hands, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

you didn’t want that either. nodding at his words, you hugged him, relishing in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. “okay.” you hated every second of watching him walk to his truck. “we’ll pick up where we left off, ‘promise sweetheart.” you smiled, giving him a small wave as he drove away.

why are people quick to say she’s not his type as soon as it’s mentioned she’s latina… no one had said anything last season but as soon as they find out she’s a woc it’s a problem? you can’t tell me it isn’t racism because it is.

he has not seen with any other girl throughout the show so no one knows what his type is. and if he wasn’t into her why her out of everyone he can have? why stay with her for 18 months, he goes to her everytime he overthinks something or everytime her needs help, and he literally says he wants to build a home and a future with her so for people to say he’s not into her are jealous and reaching tbh😭

THANK YOU!! no one said a thing until this season, but i think mainly because we didn’t have a clear understanding of where rafe and sofia stood at the end of season three, so we all kinda assumed that it was just a little fling. but the point still stands regardless; that man likes sofia and is very much into her, anyone who says otherwise is in denial at this point..