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[doerafey]

── rhea's diary ྀི she/her. twentyone. rafe's doe. ❛ minors pls do not interact ❜ ribbons & bows. pinterest luvr. lux lisbon archetype. pilates princess. lacey underwear. angel face. kildare's sweetheart. sleepy girl.

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[doerafey]

writers block has got me so bad atm sorry babiesss... i can't even finish this au

ughh i swear i'll bounce back soon づ. ◟マ ᰔ

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why is tumblr putting my ceo!rafe x buttercup!reader post under a mature content label !!!! theres nothing on there and ive literally seen worse without content warning labels on ughhh !!!! づ. ◟マ

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decorating for halloween with bf!rafe

cautions .ᐟ nothing but fluff, suggestive if you squint!

you and rafe had been planning to decorate for halloween all week, though “planning” mostly meant you showing him pinterest boards full of cozy orange lights and little ceramic pumpkins, and him pretending not to care while secretly bookmarking everything in his head.

it was saturday afternoon, sun already dipping low, and the cameron house smelled like cinnamon candles and the caramel popcorn you’d made earlier. rafe was half sprawled on the couch when you came into the room carrying a plastic tub full of tangled string lights.

“you said you’d help,” you reminded him, setting the tub down with a thud that made him lift his head lazily, one arm thrown over the back of the couch. “i am helping,” he said, smirking, “supervising counts.”

you rolled your eyes, kneeling to untangle the mess of orange and purple lights, muttering something about how he’s impossible. rafe didn’t answer, just watched, eyes tracing the curve of your back where your oversized sweatshirt slipped off one shoulder.

“you know,” he said finally, voice low and lazy, “you look real cute when you’re bossy.”

“i’m not bossy,” you said without looking up. “i just like things done properly.”

“that’s literally the definition of bossy.” he was grinning now, and you could hear it in his voice. you tried to ignore him, but then he got up, came to kneel behind you. you felt the warmth of his body before you saw him, his hand brushing your hip as he reached for the lights.

“these go on the mantel, right?” he asked, pretending to be helpful but really just trying to get close. you shot him a look over your shoulder. “don’t think i don’t see what you’re doing.”

“what am i doing?” he asked innocently, though his fingers were tracing little circles against your side. “you’re distracting me.”

“you’re already distracted, sweetheart.”

you tried to bite back a smile and failed. “fine. if you really wanna help, put the fake cobwebs up.” rafe groaned dramatically. “those things get everywhere.”

“so does glitter,” you pointed out, handing him the bag. “but i still used it for the pumpkins, didn’t i?”

“yeah, and i’m still finding it on my clothes,” he said, but he took the cobwebs anyway, stretching them between the corners of the mantel while you plugged in the lights. they flickered to life, soft and orange, throwing a warm glow across the room. you both stood back to look at it. it wasn’t perfect, the lights were a little uneven, one of the fake spiders had fallen onto the floor, but it felt like home. cozy and messy and full of tiny bits of care. “looks good,” rafe said, wrapping an arm around your waist. “could almost pass for one of your pinterest boards.”

you laughed. “that’s because i’m a professional.”

“oh yeah?” he murmured, leaning down so his lips brushed the edge of your ear. “and what’s my role in all this, then?”

“moral support,” you teased. “and heavy lifting.”

rafe chuckled and nuzzled your neck. “think i deserve more credit than that.”

“you’ll get credit when you stop eating the candy meant for the trick-or-treaters.”

“they don’t need all of it.”

“rafe-” but you were laughing too hard to finish. he kissed your shoulder, then the side of your neck, the kind of lazy affection that always made your knees go soft. “what?” he murmured when you turned to face him, trying to look stern. “we’re supposed to be decorating.”

“we are,” he said, smiling. “decorating you right now with my attention.”

you groaned. “that’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said.”

“and yet,” he murmured, tugging you closer, “you’re still smiling.” he kissed you then, soft and unhurried, the lights flickering behind you. when you finally pulled away, breathless and laughing, rafe brushed his thumb over your cheek. “see? halloween’s fun when you let me help.”

“you helped for like five minutes,” you said, swatting at him.

“best five minutes of the day.”

you shook your head but couldn’t stop smiling. later, when you were curled up together on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between you and a bad horror movie playing, rafe leaned close again. “you know,” he said quietly, “next year, we should carve pumpkins too.”

“you mean i should carve pumpkins while you drink cider and make fun of me?”

“maybe.” he grinned in response. you laughed, resting your head on his shoulder, lights glowing softly around the room.

𝜗᭪ rhea speaks .ᐟ credits to dollywons for the halloween themed divider!

[doerafey]

Y did you change the photo in buttercup!reader, I loved that other pic better whats ur pinterest?

(specific)!readers dont have a certain look but a personality or personal aesthetic and style, so i did change one image to better represent the idea that hopefully ANYONE should visualise/imagine themself as buttercup!reader in my works!

my pinterest is not available unfortunately its an entire mess and my own personal one too but maybe one day ill have one i can share on this tumblr ᰔ

[doerafey]

I love ur blog sm!!! When are u gonna start posting fics?

aww thank you nonnie! im actually trying to finish something i started three days ago but writers block and a splitting headache is not helpinggg

hopefully you'll see something from me soon though づ. ◟マ ᰔ

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readers .ᐟ

⊹ buttercup!reader

rafe cameron .ᐟ

thinking thots / drabbles / prompts ⊹ pretending to drop something in front of bf!rafe

⊹ decorating for halloween with bf!rafe

one shots ⊹ coming soon...

au's ⊹ ceo!rafe x buttercup!reader

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CEO!RAFE X BUTTERCUP!READER who met by chance one evening when she brought a basket of lemon loaf and cookies to the cameron development office as a thank you for a fundraiser he’d sponsored. rafe had been the last one in the building, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, papers scattered across his desk. he wasn’t expecting her; no one ever came by that late. she stood there, shy but smiling, the soft smell of vanilla trailing in behind her. “you didn’t have to do that,” he’d said, voice rough with exhaustion and surprise. “i wanted to,” she’d replied, setting the basket down with a kind of care he wasn’t used to.

CEO!RAFE X BUTTERCUP!READER who became something like calm in the middle of his chaos. he started finding excuses to visit the bakery she helped out at on weekends, claiming he was there to “check the new development nearby,” though everyone knew it wasn’t the architecture pulling him in. she’d always have something waiting for him; a muffin, a small box of pastries with a handwritten note. he’d lean against the counter as she worked, the smell of sugar and coffee curling around them. “you’re going to spoil me,” he’d murmur. “maybe that’s the point,” she’d tease, handing him a bag tied with twine.

CEO!RAFE X BUTTERCUP!READER who look perfectly composed together, the picture of quiet power and grace. they move like they’ve practiced it a hundred times, his hand at her back, her smile soft and effortless. in every room, they balance each other; his sharp edges softened by her calm warmth, her gentleness grounded by his steady confidence. they never need to speak to be understood, a glance, a small touch, and they’re perfectly in sync.

CEO!RAFE X BUTTERCUP!READER who spend slow weekend mornings tangled in peace. the world outside can wait; the calls, the deals, the deadlines. he wakes before her just to watch the way sunlight catches on her hair, the soft rise and fall of her breathing. she stirs, finds him half smiling and buries closer into his chest. neither of them says much, it’s enough to exist like that, quiet, warm, and entirely at ease.

[doerafey]

writers block is bad atm. so this is my little au that inspired buttercup!reader in the first place !

[doerafey]

CEO!RAFE X BUTTERCUP!READER AU who met by chance one evening when she brought a basket of lemon loaf and cookies to the cameron development office as a thank you for a fundraiser he’d sponsored. rafe had been the last one in the building, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, papers scattered across his desk. he wasn’t expecting her; no one ever came by that late. she stood there, shy but smiling, the soft smell of vanilla trailing in behind her. “you didn’t have to do that,” he’d said, voice rough with exhaustion and surprise. “i wanted to,” she’d replied, setting the basket down with a kind of care he wasn’t used to.

CEO!RAFE X BUTTERCUP!READER who became something like calm in the middle of his chaos. he started finding excuses to visit the bakery she helped out at on weekends, claiming he was there to “check the new development nearby,” though everyone knew it wasn’t the architecture pulling him in. she’d always have something waiting for him; a muffin, a small box of pastries with a handwritten note. he’d lean against the counter as she worked, the smell of sugar and coffee curling around them. “you’re going to spoil me,” he’d murmur. “maybe that’s the point,” she’d tease, handing him a bag tied with twine.

CEO!RAFE X BUTTERCUP!READER who look perfectly composed together, the picture of quiet power and grace. they move like they’ve practiced it a hundred times, his hand at her back, her smile soft and effortless. in every room, they balance each other; his sharp edges softened by her calm warmth, her gentleness grounded by his steady confidence. they never need to speak to be understood, a glance, a small touch, and they’re perfectly in sync.

CEO!RAFE X BUTTERCUP!READER who spend slow weekend mornings tangled in peace. the world outside can wait; the calls, the deals, the deadlines. he wakes before her just to watch the way sunlight catches on her hair, the soft rise and fall of her breathing. she stirs, finds him half smiling and buries closer into his chest. neither of them says much, it’s enough to exist like that, quiet, warm, and entirely at ease.

[doerafey]

tell me how i literally have two au's in my drafts but i haven't written more than a thinking thots drabble yet ..... AHHH writers block release me

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BUTTERCUP!READER who is the sweetest kook on figure eight. she's a warm hearted girl that treats everyone around her equally. loves to bake and often gifts people her creations. quiet but not timid, her wit is her greatest weapon and she doesn't shy away from standing up for herself even when she's afraid to. adores slip dresses and dainty bralettes. when she bakes, rafe leans against the counter just to watch her move and claims he’s not helping, but his fingers always find her waist.

⊹ everything about her feels delicate and intentional, the way she folds her clothes, arranges her vanity, or ties her hair back. her world smells faintly of vanilla, clean linen, and something floral. prefers natural textures: silk pillowcases, cotton sheets, woven baskets, wooden details. she finds joy in the little rituals like brushing her hair, moisturising, setting out her jewellery for the day. rafe teases her for being “too sweet,” but he secretly craves the peace she brings, the way she reminds him what tenderness feels like.

⊹ she writes the date in cursive at the top of every notebook page, even when she doesn’t need to. when she’s nervous, she smooths the hem of her dress or adjusts her necklace instead of fidgeting. she loves organisation, not a clean freak by any means but she can't help but always make her bed after being in it, though rafe can’t help but mess them up whenever he’s around, pulling her back on top of him with a hungry smirk.

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blog tags .ᐟ

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+ any other specific tags such as !readers or !rafe are on the bookshelf!

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[doerafey]

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈 about pretending to drop your lipbalm right in front of bf!rafe so you bend down, making sure your ass is almost flush against his hips and then walking off. doing this all day before finally in the evening, you're in the living room watching tv when you decide to accidentally drop your lipbalm right in front of where he's sitting 'on your way to the bathroom'. rafe has had absolutely enough and pulls you backwards by your hips onto his lap, "you think i don't know you're teasin' me? baby i created teasing." now his hands are down your pyjama shorts and he's slowly toying with your clit as you twitch and attempt to hide your whimpering. his grip is iron, digging into your waist because you keep trying to slide off his lap, "uh uh. i'll show you real teasing, then maybe you'll quit torturing me, hmm?"

𝜗᭪ rhea speaks .ᐟ idek i think i repeated myself 100x but i hope you like this nonetheless ᰔ