Rafe Cameron Imagines

jealous

"What do you think about this one?" you asked Rafe, holding up a black mini dress you were considering wearing to the party you were invited to.

"Try it on" he said from his place on your bed, his hands behind his head casually.

You obliged and took off your pajamas in front of him, leaving you in just your lingerie. Rafe whistled and went to get up from the bed, but you were quick to put on your dress and avoid making the two of you late.

"Is it too much?" you asked as you analyzed yourself in the mirror.

It was a little short for your liking, but it was perfect in Rafe's eyes.

"You look perfect. Don't ever doubt how beautiful you are" he ended the sentence by standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

He leaned down and kisses your cheek as you stood in front of the mirror, your hands on top of his and his chin on your shoulder.

"I really don't want to go" you whispered, making Rafe smile and kiss your shoulder.

"It was your idea" he laughed.

"I know, but staying in and cuddling up sounds way better right now" you untangled yourself from his hold and went into your closet to put on a matching pair of shoes.

"Let's make a deal. We'll stay for an hour or two and then come back and have a movie marathon with popcorn and a lot of cuddles. How does that sound?" he suggested.

"Like a perfect plan" you smiled and closed the gap between you, pressing your lips against Rafe's sweetly.

*******

"We definitely should've stayed home and cuddled" Rafe says in your ear as you stand in the kitchen, leaning against the counter.

"Why?" you asked, confusion etched on your face.

"Did you not see the way some of these guys keep looking at you?" his voice was calm, but you could sense the jealousy radiating off of him.

"No, because I don't care about anyone else. I love you and I only want you" you said and kissed his lips, making sure everyone in the kitchen saw it.

He smiled as you pulled away, his mood lifted a little bit.

"I'm surprised you've stuck with me this long" he continued, getting even more comfortable and pulling you against his chest.

"Why?" you were confused by his choice of words.

"Because I am flawed, I have so many unresolved issues with my family and I'm impulsive and mean" he explained, looking down at his shoes to avoid making eye contact with you.

"Baby, you are none of those things. You're just a boy trying to make the best out of a bad situation. You are perfect in my eyes and do not ever doubt my love for you" you said as you cradled his face in your hands.

"I love you, you know? I'm trying to become a better person for you, be the man that you deserve to have by your side. I'm really trying" he explained, leaning into your touch.

"I know you are, and you are more than enough for me, Rafe. I love you, and I will always be by your side through everything" you sealed your promise to him by leaning up and pressing your lips against his.

Before any of you deepen the kiss, you were interrupted by a very drunk Topper stumbling into the two of you.

"Oh, heyyyyy, you two" he was slurring, barely holding himself up straight.

"What do you want, Top?" Rafe asked, frustrated that his friend came over and interrupted the two of you.

"Chill down man, I came here to talk to Y/N, not you" he said and tried putting his arm around you, but he was stopped by Rafe.

"Dude, back off. She doesn't want to talk to you" Rafe said as he stepped in front of you protectively.

You held his hand as you stood back, letting him handle Topper because you knew how he could get when he had too much to drink.

"You need to let her speak for herself" Topper slurred, struggling to stand on his feet.

You could feel Rafe tensing up some more, knowing just how much Topper was starting to piss him off.

You put a hand on his arm, trying to keep him calm and grounded without involving yourself in the situation.

"Topper, I'm warning you for the last time. Back off and leave her alone" Rafe's voice sounded surprisingly calm to any other person, but you knew just how badly he was holding back not to punch his best friend.

"What are you going to do if I don't? Are you gonna punch me?" Topper laughed and mocked Rafe, which was the stupidest decision he could have taken that night.

Rafe turned around to face you and kissed your head, whispering in your ear to stand back and that everything was going to be okay.

The two friends fighting was the last thing you wanted to see, but you knew that was the only way the two of them could make peace.

Just fight it out a little.

*******
"Ouch!"

"Stop moving so damn much"

You had gotten home half an hour ago and you were currently tending to your boyfriend's cuts and wounds. 

Things between him and Topper did end up getting physical, but it wasn't anything too bad. Just like you were used to.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked as you continued to clean the cut on his cheek.

"No, why would I be mad at you?" you asked confusedly, thinking if your behavior would have indicated to him that you were mad.

"Because I got in a fight with Topper" he shrugged, his eyes still trained on you.

"I'm not mad, I'm kinda glad you stood up for me. We both knew how the situation was gonna end up otherwise" Rafe nodded at that, knowing that you were right.

"Still, I know you don't like it when I get in fights. But fuck, the way his eyes were trained on you and the things I'm sure were running through his mind because I know him-" you interrupted him by putting your finger on his lips, which made his brown doe eyes gaze at you.

"I know, and you did the right thing. I'm not mad at you at all. If anything, I found it really hot that you fought with your best friend for me" you said, winking at him before getting back to dabbing his wound.

"I love you so fucking much" he mumbled, not being able to take his eyes off of you.

"I love you too, handsome" you said, pecking his lips sweetly.

Even though he still had some work to do regarding his jealousy and possessiveness, you could see how much effort he was putting in and you couldn't be more grateful that you had him by your side.

That you were the one who got to love him.

Your jealous boy.