Rafe Cameron Imagines

Gossips and Gobshits🤍

"Okay, no offense," Kie said, holding a face mask in one hand and a Capri Sun in the other, "but Topper definitely cried during The Notebook."

"He didn't," Sarah laughed from where she was laying upside down on her sleeping bag. "He said his 'eyes were adjusting.'"

You snorted. "You mean watering?"

"Whatever makes him feel manly," Kie muttered, then turned to you. "What about Rafe? He give you emotionally constipated or low-key soft boy energy?"

You shrugged, lips twitching. "Depends on the day. If we're alone, he's a softie. If he's around Topper and Kelce, he's allergic to vulnerability."

"Classic male behavior," Sarah said. "Add that to the list."

"Oh wait," Kie leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "Do you think the boys are gossiping about us right now?"

"Probably talking about food," you guessed. "Or pretending they're not obsessed with us."

"Well," Sarah grinned, "let's find out."

—

Downstairs...

Kelce was deep into a debate about whether pizza rolls or bagel bites were more "emotionally satisfying."

Topper was half-asleep with a chip in his mouth.

Rafe was watching the staircase like he knew you three were gonna show up eventually.

"She's gonna sneak down here," he said casually.

"Who?" Kelce asked.

Rafe didn't even blink. "Mine."

"You think she's gonna break the girls-only code for you?"

"I think she's never lasted more than an hour without me."

Topper yawned. "You're both feral. Just get married."

—

Ten minutes later, all three girls padded down the stairs in socks, arms crossed, grinning like trouble.

"Look at the man cave," Sarah announced, grabbing a throw pillow and launching it at Topper's head. "Smells like beef jerky and emotional avoidance."

Kelce pointed at her. "Did you come down here to spy or to flirt?"

"Same thing," Kie said.

Rafe barely looked up as you dropped onto the couch beside him and stole one of his snacks.

"I knew you'd come down," he murmured.

You smirked. "Didn't say it was for you."

"You're wearing my hoodie."

"Coincidence."

He leaned in. "You're obsessed with me."

You popped a chip in your mouth. "Sure, baby."

—

The group reassembled on the living room floor with blankets, candy, and the kind of unhinged energy that only happened after 11 PM during a sleepover.

"Alright," Sarah said, cracking her knuckles. "Gossip hour."

Kelce raised a brow. "Isn't that what you're always doing?"

"No. This is formalized gossip," Kie corrected.

"Structured chaos," you added. "Very sacred."

"Fine," Topper said. "Who's first?"

"Who do you think's the most whipped?" Sarah asked.

"Easy," Kie pointed. "Rafe."

Rafe blinked. "What the hell—"

"You track her location and her period," Kie said.

"She gets cramps," Rafe defended. "I bring her Gatorade."

Kelce pointed. "That's love, man."

"Yeah, well," Rafe grumbled, "you all are gonna die alone."

"You're deflecting," you whispered.

He leaned closer. "You like that I'm whipped."

"Obviously."

—

"What's everyone's most toxic trait?" Sarah asked next.

Topper sat up. "Kie acts like she's chill but starts fights over where people set down their cups."

"Don't test me," Kie said. "You water-ringed my side table."

"Kelce once flirted with a girl and forgot her name mid-sentence," Sarah said.

"Okay rude," Kelce huffed. "I was dehydrated."

You laughed, then turned to Rafe. "What's mine?"

He paused, thinking. "You steal all my hoodies but act like I'm the clingy one."

You raised a brow. "That's not toxic. That's strategic."

Rafe kissed your cheek. "Fair."

—

At some point, Sarah fell asleep with her head on Topper's chest. Kie and Kelce were still bickering about which of them had better taste in movies. You were laying on the carpet, head in Rafe's lap, and he was playing with your hair like it was just another normal thing to do on a Friday night.

"You know this is peak happiness, right?" you murmured, eyes half-closed.

"What? Me playing with your hair?"

"This. All of it. Everyone here. No drama. Just... this."

Rafe looked around the room. "Yeah. Kinda feels like the world's quiet."

You opened your eyes, looked up at him. "What are you thinking about?"

He smiled lazily. "How lucky I am."

You grinned. "You're getting soft."

"Only for you," he whispered, then added, "Don't tell Kelce. He thinks I'm cold-blooded."

—

As the night turned into early morning, and half the group was passed out on beanbags and blankets, you whispered:

"I love our chaos."

And Rafe smiled, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Gossip and gobshits," he murmured. "My favorite people in the world."