Rafe Cameron Imagines

Pillow Fort Promises🤍

It started with a simple idea. A rainy afternoon, the smell of popcorn lingering in the air, and Rafe sprawled out on your bed, flipping through your Netflix options with a look of complete boredom.

"You've seen all of these," he groaned, tossing the remote aside and stretching his arms over his head. "What else do you have around here?"

You glanced up from where you were perched on the floor, sorting through a stack of old magazines. "What do you mean? Like a secret stash of entertainment?"

He grinned, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "Yeah, something fun. Something creative. You're the queen of cute ideas—hit me with one."

You raised an eyebrow, your lips curving into a slow smile as an idea began to form. "Alright, Cameron. If you're so bored, let's build a pillow fort."

Rafe blinked at you, sitting up. "A pillow fort? Like, with blankets and stuff?"

"Yeah!" you said, already pulling a blanket off your bed. "Unless you think you're too cool for it?"

"Oh, I'm way too cool," he teased, sliding off the bed and helping you gather supplies anyway. "But for you, I'll make an exception."

It didn't take long for the chaos to begin. You raided every room of the house, grabbing pillows, blankets, and anything else you could find. Rafe insisted on testing each blanket's "fort potential" by throwing it over his head like a cape and dramatically declaring whether or not it made the cut.

"This one's too thin," he said, tossing a sheet onto the floor. "We need structural integrity, babe."

"Structural integrity?" you laughed, dragging a chair into the middle of the room to act as a support. "Are we building a fort or a skyscraper?"

"Both," he replied, his face completely serious. "This is going to be the best fort you've ever seen."

After what felt like hours of rearranging, bickering over pillow placement, and Rafe nearly toppling the entire thing twice, your masterpiece was complete. The fort stretched across your bedroom, a patchwork of blankets draped over chairs and held together with a few strategically placed clothespins. You'd lined the inside with fairy lights, giving the whole thing a cozy, magical glow.

"Not bad," Rafe said, crouching to peek inside. "This might actually be impressive."

"Might?" you repeated, hands on your hips.

He smirked, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the fort. "Alright, it's amazing. Happy?"

"Very," you said, settling down onto the pile of pillows you'd arranged on the floor.

Rafe stretched out beside you, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked around. "You know," he said, his voice softer now, "this might be the most fun I've had in a while."

You smiled, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from his face. "That's because you're always trying to act like the tough guy. Sometimes it's good to just... be silly."

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. "You're good at that. Reminding me how to relax."

"Someone has to keep you from overthinking everything," you teased, poking his side.

Rafe chuckled, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers through yours. "You're good for me, you know that?"

You felt your cheeks warm at his words, but you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. "I could say the same about you."

For a moment, the two of you just lay there, the sound of the rain outside mingling with the soft glow of the fairy lights. It was the kind of moment that felt simple, but perfect—just you, Rafe, and the little world you'd built together inside that fort.

"So," he said suddenly, breaking the silence. "What's the next step in Fort Life? Are we making s'mores? Playing games? Telling ghost stories?"

"Ghost stories?" you laughed. "You'd get scared."

"Me? Scared?" He feigned offense, pressing a hand to his chest. "I'm offended."

"Prove it," you challenged, leaning closer with a playful smirk.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Alright. Once upon a time..."

And as Rafe launched into the most ridiculous ghost story you'd ever heard, complete with sound effects and over-the-top hand gestures, you couldn't stop laughing.

It didn't matter that the rain was still falling, or that your fort would probably collapse before the night was over. Being with Rafe, laughing and sharing moments like this, made everything feel like an adventure.

And as you curled up beside him, listening to his dramatic retelling of "the ghost who stole the blankets," you realized that it wasn't just the fort that felt like home—it was him.