HIMBO .ᐟ RAFE ┆ loves randomly treating you ⊰
❝ ’s not for anything, just you being my girl ❞
rafe is great at princess treatment 𖥔 memorizing things about you 𖥔 a little insecure rafe 𖥔 himbo .ᐟ rafe’s introduction 𖥔
you hadn’t even registered opening your eyes before you smelled the food. was rafe cooking? but this smelled good. and .. rafe can’t cook. you got out of bed, rubbing at your eyes, about to walk to the door, when it opened. you startled, rafe startled more than you when he spotted you, “no, crap . . ” he quickly shut the door again, halting you. your brow scrunched. what was he holding in his hands? why’d he close the door?
“just um . . ” you heard muffled from behind the door, “get back in bed and pretend you didn’t see me, go,” you stifled a giggle, having no clue what this man could be up to so early in the morning.
you did as he asked, calling out, “okay, i’m in bed and i didn’t see anything,” so rafe opened the door again, a tray of food in his hand, covered by a cloche, one of those things you would see in a hotel. where did he even acquire that?
“good morning, beautiful. how did you sleep?” he asked, coming over to sit on the edge of the bed, not yet mentioning the food. you pretended not to notice it, “fine, how did you sleep?”
rafe continued smiling as he answered, “i didn’t. anyway, i brought you food,” he handed the tray to you. you couldn’t help smiling as you grabbed it, reaching to pull the cover off, “it’s your favorite,” rafe blurted before you could open it. you glanced up to see him slap his head, sighing, “wasn’t supposed to say that.”
you removed the cover, seeing it was indeed your favorite breakfast food, alongside a drink, and really pretty cutlery. you guys don’t have that, “rafe, how did you do all of this? did you cook it? i still love it if you didn’t, just wondering,” you began eating.
“um . . ” he chuckled softly, muttering, “you love it,” to himself before he answered, “i spent all last night searching for where to find this stuff. got overnight shipping, which i didn’t mind paying for, because you just said you love it, and that’s all that matters and i love doing stuff for you. i did try cooking a recipe i saw on pinterest, don’t look in the kitchen. ended up ordering in.”
you processed all of his words. everything he just did for you and not getting any sleep trying to find these fancy pieces, “how did i get so lucky with you?” rafe scrunched a brow, very confused, “i’m still surprised you really decided to date me. surprised you spoke to me. ’cause you’re so funny and pretty, but i don’t question it anymore. just do all i can to make sure you know your worth. and distract you from the fact you’re way out of my league,” he tacked on with a smile, moving off the bed.
you were speechless, not knowing what to say when rafe muttered, “hold on, there’s more,” and walked out of the room. you finished eating, setting the tray aside.
rafe came back in, holding shopping bags, setting them on the bed in front of you. your eyes widened, “rafe, when did you do this?” you looked at the logos on the bags, seeing they were all your favorite brands.
he smiled at you, seeing that you liked it, “like over the course of this week. you didn’t notice right?” he hesitantly asked. you giggled, “no, i didn’t notice a thing,” you reached inside the first bag, pulling out a top that looked familiar to you.
“the other day when we were out, you said you liked the shirt this girl was wearing. when you weren’t looking, i went over to ask her if she could give it to you. she looked at me weird and said she’d tell me where she got it from instead. i said that made more sense. so i got it.”
“i really like it. thank you, rafe,” you reached inside the gaming bag, pulling out a few games you mentioned you’ve been wanting to get, “for your switch or for the console. there’s something else,” he whispered. you reached in again, pulling out a plushie from one of your favorite games. you gasped, “rafe, no! oh my gosh, i love this,” you hugged it to your chest. new addition to the group you had accumulated.
rafe did a silent fist pump to himself, proud you were liking everything so far. you grabbed another bag, eyes widening when you noticed the apple logo, “rafe . . ” you reached in and pulled out the headphones. rafe explained, “for your music. because you like music. so . . headphones,” and they were in the color you liked.
you pointed a finger at him, “you’re insane,” rafe smiled giddily, “yeah . . ”
you moved on to the last bag, seeing it was from your favorite clothing store. you pulled out about ten pieces that fit your style, “these are so cool . . ” you set them down, looking at the array in front of you. you turned to rafe, seeing him nervously messing with his fingers, “yeah? you like them? all of it?”
you stood from the bed, pulling him in for a hug, “rafe, i don’t know how to thank you,” you pulled back, a smile forming on your face to match his wide one, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, i’m still the lucky one here. what’s this all even for?”
rafe frowned, “’s not for anything, just you being my girl.”
