Rafe And Kook!sweetheart!reader Scrapbooking Together

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ rafe and kook!sweetheart!reader scrapbooking together

warnings: grumpy x sunshine lol, fluff, suggestive language (?), suggestive ending

as much as rafe pretended to hate ‘scrapbook saturday’ he was always the one choosing which pictures of you guys to print out, and even going as far as buying extra supplies without you having to ask him. “oh my god, this is so cute!” you’d be shuffling through the plastic bag from the craft store while rafe shrugged nonchalantly. “yeah, i just grabbed whatever.” he’d lie, as if he didn’t handpick everything with your theme and color pattern in mind.

once you two had everything laid out on the table, rafe would have you in his lap while he was on hot glue gun duty since he refused to let you touch it. “m’not gonna have you burnin’ yourself.” he grumbled while gluing on ribbons and flowers. “yes, sir.” you replied, making him stare at you for a second. a smile made it’s way to your lips as he shook his head. “you know what you’re doing.” he swallowed thickly at the name. you only called him that when you wanted to rile him up.

“really? i don’t think so..” you acted clueless before grabbing a bag of rhinestones. “oooh, what should we do with these?” by the end of the evening, you two would be flipping through your masterpiece, each page painfully obvious as to who’s was whose. while your pages were lined with lace and ribbon, neat picture placement, stickers and other accessories overlapping eachother into an organized mess, rafe’s looked like he just threw everything together and called it a day.

“it’s gorgeous!” you squealed, your display of happiness always making rafe’s heart melt. that’s what all of this was about for him. he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin in the crook of your neck as you ran your fingers over the soft material. “thank you.” you whispered. you knew rafe could easily be one of those boyfriends who lets you do things by yourself, but to no avail, he never left you hanging. “can i suggest something now?” his breath fanned against your skin as you hummed.

rafe’s suggestions always ended up with you either underneath him, or kneeled between his thighs..

“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

❀˖° 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.”

pogue!sweetheart!reader surprising rafe with a birthday cake and he’s just like “????? for me????” bc no one has ever celebrated his birthday or made it special for him 🥺

warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst

“don’t look!” you laughed, currently struggling to keep your hands over rafe’s eyes as you two stepped into your camper. “mm, it smells good in here.” he hummed. you were practically buzzing with excitement, your smile reaching your ears as you slowly pulled away from him. “okay..” you started, “i know you said you didn’t want to celebrate today, but i couldn’t help myself,” you pecked his cheek, “you could open.”

rafe should’ve known you would go all out for him, his lips pursing together as he took in the sight of his own personal cake and gift basket on the counter. your smile faltered at the look on his face. “is everything okay? do you not like it?” rafe blinked, swallowing thickly as he glanced over at you. “you did this for me?” the disbelief in his voice pulled at your heart strings.

“of course.” you nodded. he walked up to the counter, getting a closer look at the cake. you knew how much he loved the your buttercream frosting, so of course you had to include it just for him. ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY R♡FE’ was also written on top in baby blue lettering. “this is.. wow.” he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. the room fell silent, your heart pounding out of your chest as you waited for rafe to say something else.

as if sensing your uncertainty, rafe finally looked up at you, the worried look on your face making him feel terrible. “i’m so sorry, babe, it’s just- i’ve never had this before.” he pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head. “i love it so much, i promise,” his large hands rubbed down your back, “no one has ever done anything like this for me.” he laughed softly. “no one has ever surprised you for your birthday?!” you exclaimed, looking up at him. “never. my birthday is just another regular day.” you gasped, not believing the words coming out of his mouth.

“no, it’s not!” you pulled away, picking up the cake. if someone told rafe that on this day last year, he would have the prettiest little thing holding up a cake she made just for him, telling him that his birthday is special, he wouldn’t believe them. “i don’t think i could accept this-” you were quick to cut him off, “i swear i’ll cry if you dont eat it.” rafe wanted to believe your threat was a joke, but he didn’t dare chance it. “okay, okay..” he surrendered, finally letting this whole thing be okay with him.

“well..” you gazed up at him, “what do you think?” rafe met your eyes, seeing nothing but pure love and adoration staring back at him. “i think that i need to marry you.” you smiled as rafe took a finger full of icing and popped the digit in his mouth. “fuck, that’s amazing.” he took the cake out of your hands, placing it back on the counter before grabbing two forks. “don’t dig into it yet, i still have to sing you happy birthday.” rafe put the fork down, now pacing around excitedly as you motioned towards the gift basket.

“open it.” you couldn’t help the huge smile from adorning your face as rafe took each item out one by one. cologne, a few new shirts, his favorite snacks, a homemade birthday card, and..

“are these your panties?”

just a note to anyone who sends me asks <3 i like to respond to asks in abundance on days that i don’t post so i don’t take away any attention from my works 🎀 i’m not ignoring your asks or anything like that, i’ll get to all of them soon!

OBX season 4 came out and we got a pogue latina love interest for Rafe! I️ like Sofia so far, she’s really nice and pretty. Only thing that sorta throws me off is that she’s white Latina and not like mestizo/morena but it’s a pretty small complaint. Mi gente Latino! 😂✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

the jennifer lopez reference is making me cryyyyy lmao!! i love that he has a latina love interest, but i would’ve been okay with anyone tbh, just as long as they were nice <3 i love seeing rafe’s boyfriend side come out 🎀