rafe cameron : headcanons
super fluffy - very cute i'd say! if you enjoy tell me and i can do more maybe even a little less fluffy and more smutty? love ya!
what's his, is his. he adores keeping what he owns, in this case it's you. creepily eyes hold onto you swiping up and down your body, however you don't worry; you know your psycho boyfriends grip is tightening onto your forearm and staring knives, his protective shield over you expands. clearly he dislikes dirty eyes exploring your physique, which of course drives him crazy, insane if he wasn't already. his anger overpowers him but he's learnt by now to just have a staring contest rather than starting something; only because you told him once not to. his intimidation makes the man backdown and rafes pent up anger releases effortlessly as you giggle at him for his insanity; you do appreciate it though. he rolls his eyes slightly smirking just because you've infected a smile onto him, he definitely did not find it funny before.
your skin is like holding a warm cup of coffee on a autumn day, he states. rafe loves skin to skin contact, however maybe not in the way you think. his arm is tightly wrapped around your waist brushing against your shirt, resting above your hipbone under your shirt is his hand. thumb rubbing slight circles, no this is not a protective thing although you wouldn't put it past him, your skin warms his hands up. any chance he gets to feel your skin rather than fabric he takes. it's cute really. it makes him feel more connected.
he's a professional plait-er. his hands lightly hold the three pieces, he carefully arranges them to create one of the most beautiful braids you've witnessed, any braid you ask even if he hasn't tried he will do; he'll learn one way or another. he adores seeing your hair out of your way helping you be more comfortable, what a little softie. you guess he learnt it from braiding sarah's or wheezies hair but either way, he does it best. "rapunzel"