when i tell you rafe can slut me out however he pleases.
we fucking upside down, horizontal, vertical, diagonal, in AND on his truck, every square inch of taney hill, in every bed, on every surface. he can hit it from the front, back, sideways, in between, on top, bottom, in every hole and every position humanly possible. he can use me as his personal cum and spit dumpster for whenever he want fr. i would cherish every single mf touch from that man even if it’s as little as our arms brushing. idc if he dont let me cum as long as his ends up in or on me. he can use me as his personal stepping stool or coffee table. he can use me as his foot rest while he’s sitting i stg. he can use me as his cum rag AND sock. I will volunteer as tribute to be his fleshlight 🧍♀️i would ride that man til my knees dislocate. i would deepthroat that man til i pass out. i would let him step on me. he can step on my face and smoosh it into the ground. he can step on my pussy wearing his finest dress shoes. he can hit me with his truck (as long as i live ofc) i would lick the bottom of his shoe if that meant he would fuck me. he can spank my ass raw til i cant sit down and it’s discolored. he can do coke off of any part of my body. he can choke me til my neck is bruised black and purple. i would crawl across legos to get dicked down by him. i would chug his bathwater in record time. i would devour every droplet of cum on his sheets after he jerks off. if there aint a restroom nearby ig its time for a (golden) shower 🤷♀️ you would have to get an entire swat team with a tank to remove me from him and that still might not work. i would commit a war crime to get a taste of him. i would literally eat this mans ass if he wanted me to. he can take every single ounce of anger out on me through sex. i would do splits on it. i would do simone biles levels gymnastics on his d. the way i would ride him would put professional bull riders to shame. he can smack me with his used condom and id be grateful. i would actually take that same condom and lap up every bit of his cum inside of it. i would beg him to smack me across the face with his d. we doing it on his dirt bike if he want. he can BRAND ME if he wants. i would let that man burn my arm with his gas tank right after riding his bike just so i have the memory of him touching me. i would’ve picked him up the minute he was released from jail. i would break laws of science and take form just to be the wall he punched. if he wants a dog shii i can bark. if he want a cat i can meow too. i would inhale the scent on each of his clothes so hard every atom of cologne would be gone. i would astral project into pope’s body so i can experience rafe beating me with a golf club. i would kneel and beg him for a simple conversation. i would find out his favorite artists and learn their entire discography and every lyric of every song. i would become the face of his favorite beer brand. i would live and breathe HIM. I would permanently bind our souls together just cause
anyways thanks for coming to my lil rant :3
this was all simply because i read @rafeandonlyrafe recent fic called watermelon :p
reposting for the updated caption because 🥺 he's always so thoughtful and intentional in these spaces. need to highlight the fact that he invited these talented, beautiful, and powerful women to his table at the gala. fact that this was the first met gala appearance ever for ms. lauryn frickin hill. and also for ming smith, danielle deadwyler, lorna simpson (not pictured) and jordan casteel...i love this man 🫶🏾
Realistically I could never get rid of tumblr because it gives me the illusion of a community of strange young women all around my same age, all slowly figuring out how to live too
bratty!reader flipping rafe off at the country club and he yells OOOUU PUT IT DOWN
content warnings: toxic codependency, mutual obsession, discussions of antiblackness in predominantly white spaces, mentions of drugs/drug abuse, symptoms of bpd, discussion of colorism, sexual tension, misogyny, blood, violence, implied underage drinking, maternal issues, fear of abandonment, parental issues, classism, hinted/implied sexual content
bestie!kook is not spoiled, not bitchy, but a secret third thing (knows what the fuck she wants and doesn’t let anyone call her bitchy greedy or selfish). she’s an only child, of course she turned out this way.
bestie!kook lives in a mansion-like beach house and met kelce at the house party her parents threw to get to know their neighbors (flex on them). she and kelce both had the same idea of hiding out on the roof. they watched the stars, talked about school starting soon, and the struggles of being black in figure eight.
she hates her parents for moving her here.
okay hate might be a strong word but she’s not thrilled. she adjusts her halter green short chiffon dress as she sits down on the roof. she may be mad at her parents but she would never hear the end of it if she flashed the party guests. she removes her sparkly green heels and looks up at the stars. she knows there’s no real answer in the stars but looking at them has always helped her. she closes her eyes, ready to wish upon a star when she hears him.
“you mind if i chill with you?”
a dark skinned black boy she saw earlier at the party. kelce. he’s wearing a rose gold three piece suit with brown shoes. great taste in fashion? his parents definitely made him wear it.
“did my parents send you?”
“no.”
“did your parents send you?”
“no.” he chuckles
“huh.” interesting. “fine.”
he looks amused. she hates him already. “don’t jump for joy too much, i don’t know how sturdy your roof is.”
he chuckles, “that’s dark.”
“maybe.” he takes off his blazer and carefully places it on the space next to her. he sits down, arms holding his knees, looking up at the stars.
she breaks the silence when it becomes unbearable. “why are you here?”
he glanced at her and shards before turning his attention back to the stars. “party’s lame, not really my scene.”
“what’s your scene?”
he smiles, “you’ll find out soon.”
“you’re just assuming we’ll roll with the same crowd?”
he scoffs as if telling her not to play dumb. “please.”
she nods, understanding what he’s hinting at. “that bleak huh?”
he shrugs, “i’m not gonna lie and tell you i was the only black kid in school but… it’s no new york.”
“so ten times worse.”
he chuckles dryly, “exactly. before i came up here i was called “surprisingly well spoken”.”
she’s not surprised but it’s not what she wants to hear . especially not after getting her life uprooted by her parents the summer before her thirteenth birthday and moved them to the middle of nowhere.
“can’t say i’m surprised. i mean, not even an hour into the party some lady tried to touch my hair and some boy said “my skin looked good in green” fucking bitch.”
“oh we’re trading horror stories? in third grade my math teacher kept getting me confused with the other black boy in class.”
“let me guess he was light skinned.”
“light skinned. light as the fucking sun.”
they both laugh, not at the situation itself but the predictable action. when the laughter dies down he clears his throat.
“you know i have these two friends i think you’d like them.”
“only two? shocker.”
he sighs, “you ever hear the phrase ‘you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.’?”
she raises an eyebrow, “is that what you tell yourself to get you through these parties? go along to get along?”
“basically.”
“there’s no way you actually believe that.”
“and what if i do? is that so awful?”
she looks at him, really looks at him for the first time that night. “i guess not.”
they sit in silence again.
“why?”
he looks at her. “why what?”
“why reach out to me? you could’ve just left me up here alone, let me be an outcast. why didn’t you?”
he stands up and picks up his blazer. he looks down at her and smiles. “i know you wanna look like this lone wolf cool girl but… i see you..”
his words send chills down her spine. she writes that off as the cool night air.
“fuck off.”
he chuckles. “see you monday.”
he later invited her to a party the saturday before school and the rest is history.
bestie!kook is kook princess before sarah. the most popular girl in school and in outer banks, an amazing feat for someone who wasn’t born and raised in obx. she was known for her jaw dropping beauty, affluent family, and strange friendship with the kook boys. rafe, kelce, topper, and her were very popular and not just cause they were the richest. the parties they threw are still talked about to this day
bestie!kook who everyone assumes is sweet because of her bright colored outfits when in actuality she’s blunt, cold, stand-off ish, and at times, a genuine menace. she once planted coke on a girl and got her expelled for distribution all cause she didn’t like the way she looked at rafe at a party
four years after moving to obx and she can’t imagine being anywhere else.
“i guess i’m just trying to understand why and how she could do something like this. she was top of the class!” tiffany pushes a honey blonde french curl braid off her shoulder and behind her back. she brushes down her uniform's skirt and fiddles with her loose tie.
tiffany was bestie!kook’s first black girl friend in outer banks. she moved there a year after her which tiffany thinks was fate. they met in pre-algebra, tiffany helped bestie!kook solve a problem that was kicking her ass. they got to talking and have been best friends ever since. she was genuinely kind and despite popular belief, really fucking smart. academically not socially.
“please, this is totally on brand for girls like her, they think they’re too smart to get caught. did you hear her talking about ‘academic immunity’ when they arrested her? that’s not a thing!”
gianna, was the only obx native in the trio. though she transferred from kildare county high school to kildare private academy in the middle of the semester last year. she was tiffany's complete opposite in every way, she wore the complete uniform with no alterations, was more of a loner than a social butterfly, and rocked bold makeup rather than tiffany's go-to subdued look.
she and bestie!kook got along immediately despite being so similar and horribly blunt. bestie!kook loved her no bullshit attitude and disregard for standard kook faux niceties. she also loved that they were close in skin tone. she adored tiffany but there were some things the light skinned girl just couldn’t understand.
bestie!kook stifles a laugh at her friend’s remark and thanks the heavens that her face is buried in the locker so they can’t see her grin. they’re talking about the scandalous affair that they witnessed less than an hour ago but she’s too hungover to care.
she opens her locker and lifts her sunglasses to cheek herself in her locker’s newly bedazzled mirror.
“but still, ashley? ashley who calls weed marijuana expelled for selling coke!? personal feelings aside you can’t tell me that’s not totally sketch.” tiffany’s cheeks are flushed from her raising her voice and screaming about her conspiracy theory. she fans her face, trying to calm herself down. her usual light skin has some more melanin to it after spending her summer outside tanning.
“yes i can. it’s not insane, she acted like she was better than everyone, people like that always have some shit to hide.” gianna frowns at tiffany’s sympathy for the girl.
“but she was always nice to me.” tiffany frowns at the newfound information.
“gee i wonder why.” the dark skinned girl unwraps a piece of bubblegum and pops it in her mouth. “that bitch had it coming. you remember when she wrote that “anonymous” column about how certain students need to ‘speak properly and appropriately at school’. should’ve beat her ass then, pick-me ass bitch.”
“we don’t know that that was her.”
“she’s already been through so much.”
“please did you see the way she looked at rafe? she totally wanted him.”
tiffany frowns, not at the slight directed at her but the new information. “really? i never noticed.”
bestie!kook loved her but she was never great at paying attention to details and believed people always honest about their intentions. she also had certain blind spots like anti-blackness that wasn’t blatantly obvious.
“of course you didn’t.”
“hey!” tiffany's face is red with anger and embarrassment.
bestie!kook slams her locker shut, drawing both girls attention to her. she sighs and punches the bridge of her nose. “it’s too early for this shit.”
the girls apologize at the same time. bestie!kook frowns, “i don’t want you girls fighting over someone so… insignificant.”
they both look like they want to argue their points to her further but are (thankfully) interrupted by none other than rafe cameron.
rafe throws his arm around bestie!kook reader and gives the other girls a semi-friendly smile. “hey ladies.”
“hey rafe!”
“cameron.”
bestie!kook pouts, “what, no greeting for me?”
rafe turns his attention to her. he still towers over her despite her heeled shoes.
he shrugs, “well you ditched me this morning and we saw each other in home room." his tone is nonchalant but she knows him, his real feelings always show in his eyes. his stare is cold, if looks could kill she'd burn under his gaze.
she scoffs, “okay 'ditched' is crazy, i drove myself to school one time and home room was hours ago i want a new greeting.”
“hmm.”
his cold response irks her. she glances at her girls and they get the message.
gianna clears her throat. “we should probably get going tiff.”
tiffany frowns, “what but this is our free period?”
“which is why we made plans remember?”
“we did?”
she grabs tiffany's hand and drags her away. “yes.”
“ooh can we go to chick-fil-a!?”
“sure babe.”
rafe turns his attention back to bestie!kook, "what were you guys talking about?"
she closes her locker and takes off her sunglasses. “nothing.”
he removes his arm from around her shoulder and blocks her view of the hallway. “it was ashley wasn't it.”
of course he knew. "if you knew why the fuck would you ask?"
"well fuck me for giving you the benefit of the doubt."
"benefit of the doubt for what!?"
"to tell me the truth!" they've gained the attention of some students and admin by now. she blushes and grabs his hand, "come on." she drags him away and doesn't stop til they reach the janitor's closet.
"i know this is about last night. you know you can tell me anything right?" his strikingly blue eyes shine with worry.
she nods. “okay.”
she tells him everything. that morning she threw on her sunglasses after donning her uniform with a plan in mind. she hadn’t even carpooled with rafe like they usually do just so she could get there early and set her plan in motion. she had ashley write her a fake doctor’s note for her sunglasses and hugged her to show her appreciation. the girl was caught off guard and that’s when she planted the coke on her.
rafe is stunned into silence. he looks down at her, “you did that for me?” his voice is uncharacteristically soft.
she looks up at him through her eyelashes. “i’d do anything for you.”
bestie!kook might be a nepo baby but she works for her money. she has her own business doing hair and opened up outer banks's first beauty supply store at 19. her grandma thought her when she was young cause she hated having to wait on her to book (mostly home) appointments, with her busy schedule.
bestie!kook and kelce are like siblings in the way they argue. a lot of the figure eight residents also think they’re related but that’s something else entirely. he was her first friend in obx after all and is one if the few black kids in figure eight.
bestie!kook cleans up her diy hair station in her living room as kelce follows her around.
“if you’re gonna be here you might as well help.” she shoves a large container of hair into his hands. he looks down at it and back up at her, she’s already moved onto another location.
he catches up to her easily. she curses his long legs internally. “what about the friend discount?”
“doesn’t apply to you after you broke my fucking vanity.”
he pouts. “how long are you gonna hold that against me?”
“forever. don’t ask me stupid questions.”
“okay if not for me then do it for my sister.”
“that’s not fair.”
“she really wants to look good for her eight grade formal and i know it’s last minute so i’ll pay extra.”
he gives her his best puppy dog eyes. she looks disgusted.
she rolls her eyes and sighs, “fine. but only ‘cause i love your sister.”
“yes!” he gives her his best boyish smiles, “and i know you love me too.”
“please. you’re lucky i don’t gut you with this comb.”
“jesus.”
bestie!kook who puts up a wall to stop people from getting too close because she believes when you let people in that’s when you get hurt. rafe changes that for her
bestie!kook and rafe being so close is a surprise to everyone in town until they get to know her. they’re the same but different. he trusts her more than anyone else, it’s why he tells her everything from his mom leaving when he was young to killing peterkins
bestie!kook whose fashion can be described in five words; bright colors and mini skirts
bestie!kook who is always the best dressed at midsummer and always goes with rafe
year 1
year 2
year 3
year 4
year 5
year 6
year 7
bestie!kook goes to the main land a lot cause the local shops just don’t have what she wants and brings rafe along nine times out of ten
rafe and bestie!kook planned their shopping day to the mainland weeks in advance. it was the perfect date. emphasis on 'was'. topper joined last minute because he was in a bad mood after sarah made him look stupid. again.
bestie!kook runs around the shop like a kid in a candy store picking up dresses, tops, shorts, and skirts and putting them in her cart.
"rafe!" she runs over to rafe and shows him her newest find. "isn't this the cutest?"
rafe smirks, "you gonna model it for me."
she bites her lower lip, "maybe if you’re good"
he chuckles as she skips away. he looks to his left and spots his friend frowning. "what?"
topper jumps slightly like a kid who's been caught taking extra halloween candy. "nothing."
his passivity has always irritated rafe, "just spit it out. i don't want you sulking for the rest of the day."
topper takes a deep breath, preparing himself to speak and for rafe's reaction. “i’m just saying man no disrespect to you or her but i wouldn’t let my girl leave the house wearing shit like that.”
“damn this is hard. listen to the man who got cheated on and punked in front of a crowd and called me crying about it and begging for my help at 3 a.m. or keep doing what i'm doing." rafe pretends to be deep in thought, tapping his chin and furrowing his brows. “i think i’m good.”
topper frowns, "you said you wouldn't bring that up again."
bestie!kook and rafe’s relationship is the topic of many discussions, people don’t know if they’re just friends, dating, or friends with benefits. the main questioners are the camerons and topper the topic usually comes up at breakfast which ward mandates a family event.
bestie!kook whose boyfriend best friend rafe has scary dog privileges. he’ll fight anyone, girls included he doesn’t give a fuck.
bestie!kook loves getting high with rafe cause they balance each other out. she gets all deep in thought and philosophical and he gets pathetic and horny.
bestie!kook, smoking leisurely: you know… while i was away, when i felt down… i would climb up to my roof and look to the stars. it was comforting knowing you were under the same stars. 400 miles away with the same constellations, isn't that crazy?
rafe, on his third line, pupils so dilated he looks like an excited kitten: can yuo put that out on me?
bestie!kook loves partying with rafe, whether it’s a party thrown by one of them, their friends, or a boneyard party they’re there one never far from the other
rafe doesn’t dance. it’s not that he can’t he’s just not into it. at parties he’s either selling, drinking, or doing coke. unless he’s with bestie!kook. she's sitting on his lap while he counts money. he's doing a line off her tits and he's placing an ecstasy pill on her tongue. she’s dragging him to the dance floor. slow dancing leads to grinding which leads to one of them dragging the other to a private area and coming back 30 minutes later with ruffled clothes and hair.
bestie!kook who uses rafe’s need for approval and complex maternal issues to combat being on the receiving end of his misogyny make sure she comes out unscathed compared to the other women in his life
rafe comes to her after melting the cross. it's almost midnight when she answers the aggressive knocking and sees a bloody rafe.
“oh my god.” he pushes past her into the house muttering something to himself. she closes the door and follows after him, “rafe.” he continues pacing and muttering like he doesn’t hear her. “rafe!”
“it’s all my fault. everyone’s gonna know. they’re gonna- just gotta- gotta fix it i can’t fix it.”
“rafe!” he snaps out of his daze and finally meets her eyes. there’s blood around his mouth and bruises on his hand.
“what happened?”
“um..” he sniffs and wipes at his nose. “i tried to fix it.” his voice cracks, barely hiding the sadness in his voice. “i tried i did but i- i just made it worse.”
she holds her arms out. he melts into her arms and shrinks himself down to fit in her hold. “i’m sorry.”
she caresses his head. “hey it’s okay. it’s okay.”
bestie!kook is 99% positive rafe does not like women. he’s definitely attracted to them but she doesn’t think he views them as people. over the years she’s noticed that rafe puts women into two categories; caretakers and objects of desire
bestie!kook doesn’t strictly fall into either category so it breaks his brain a little bit trying to figure out how he should treat her which leads to many of their fights
they're at a party a when he pulls her off the dance floor and away from her dancing partner and takes her to an empty room.
"what the fuck rafe!?" she screams as she watches his lock the door.
he stalks towards her, “so what you’re just throwing yourself at any guy who’s nice to you?”
“fuck you rafe! you’re just mad he had the guts to admit what you’ve been thinking all these years.”
he scoffs, “is that what you think? huh?” he chuckles and moves closer, every time he takes a step forward she takes a step back. “yeah i bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? you know i thought you were a nice girl but you’re just like every other slut in this party.”
“i’m not talking to you. not when you’re being like this.”
“like what?”
“an asshole! i don’t like talking to you when you’re being an asshole, rafe. okay?”
he chuckles coldly, “what you think you’re better than me?”
his movements are twitchy, scratching his ear one second and rubbing his head the next and his pupils are dilated.
she frowns, he's really high right now. "look i don't have time for this back and forth bullshit okay?"
he frowns, "it's not bullshit okay and and i just i don’t get you. you lose your shit when i talk to a girl but here you are doing worse. do you know how it makes me look? my best friend dry humping some guy on the dance floor?”
“of course it’s about you. it’s always back to being about you. you’re so fucking selfish!”
“hey!” he grabs her face, squeezes her cheeks with his hand. “you think you’re better than me is that it?”
she scratches at his hand and pushes at his chest but when he’s high he’s like a whole different being. “let go.”
“i’m just trying to figure out what your end goal is.”
“stop it rafe!” she pushes him away, tears in her eyes and fire the first time she looks genuinely afraid of him. that sobers him up real quick.
“i’m sorry.” he reaches out to her but she slaps his hand away.
“fuck you rafe.” she storms past him, leaving him stewing in self hatred and regret.
bestie!kook who lets him in when he apologizes the next day like clockwork saying the usual right things
“i’m sorry. i was high and-”
“you said some really hurtful things rafe.”
“i know.”
she can’t stay mad at him, not when he gets on his knees and begs for her forgiveness. begs her not to leave him.
bestie!kook who is an icon to many of obx’s young women. she doesn’t take shit from anyone. especially not men.
“hey jj, she said she doesn’t want the drink fuck off.”
“well if it isn’t the future mrs cameron. shouldn’t you be busy buying his coke or something?”
“so funny! hey stop me if you’ve heard this one, white trash pogue joins father in jail after forcing sketchy beverage on sarah cameron, daughter of prominent figure of the community?”
“fuck you.”
“byyeeee.” she smiles and wiggles her fingers while waving. she turns back to sarah, “sorry about that.”
sarah looks at her in awe, “thanks, sorry you had to do that.”
“please, we girls gotta look out for each other. plus you could put in a good word for me with your brother.”
“my god.”
bestie!kook whose relationship with the camerons is all over the place. rafe is her favorite but sarah is her biggest supporter (after rafe of course). she often lends an ear to her when she fights with rafe though she’s not the most helpful and her bias shows.
it’s 1 a.m. on a saturday when bestie!kook sees topper’s instagram story and spotted rafe in the background with his tongue down some girl’s throat. she sits on her bed crying while gianna and sarah comfort her.
“i told you he wasn’t shit.”
sarah nods, “gianna’s right, you deserve better”
gianna sobs harder, “why didn’t i call tiffany?”
“because you wanted the truth not to be coddled.”
bestie!kook continues crying as sarah rubs her shoulder.
“hey he’s a dick.”
“he’s your brother sarah.”
“which is why i know it better than anyone.”
bestie!kook who treats wheezie like the little sister she’s always wanted. rafe says she spoils her but she doesn’t care she finds the girl absolutely adorable.
she takes wheezie out for a girls day filled with ice cream, shopping, and fireworks watching. all good things can’t last long though which is why rafe calls her while she’s out with wheezie. she answers the phone cheerfully, “hi rafe.”
“i miss you.” she can almost hear his pout over the phone.
“i miss you too. but i promised wheezie i’d take her out for ice cream.”
“you spoil her. it’s why she acts like that..”
she rolls her eyes. “look i gotta go, my favorite cameron’s calling me.”
“haha. wait do you really mean that? hello!?”
“bye rafe.”
bestie!kook and ward’s relationship is a bit strained, he likes her but he worries about her impact on his son’s fragile state and her hold over him. he’s like a wise father figure with a sketchy past and present.
bestie!kook who is actually sweet to rafe. everyone notices the way she is seeing others vs the way she acts around him. goes from ambivalent god to schoolgirl in love
he comes to her often crying about ward’s mistreatment and distrust. when ward kicks him out he goes to her.
“you shouldn’t be just tell me to fuck off. i’m more trouble then it’s worth.”
she frowns, “don’t say that that’s not true.”
he sniffles and shakes his head. she doesn’t know how to help him, she hates seeing him in pain like this. she slowly and gently reaches out to him and grabs his hand. she feels him tense and gives his hand a soft squeeze,. “you’ll always have me. i’m on your side.”
that’s exactly what he needed to hear.
bestie!kook and rose don’t get along much. rose is very passive aggressive and bestie!kook is very blunt. unstoppable force immovable object.
bestie!kook notices rafe’s coke use is becoming more frequent ever since he came back from the bahamas. she wants to help rafe get better but there’s only so much she can do. people (ward and rose) often forget she’s just a kid, she loves rafe but love isn’t enough to save him.
“mrs. cameron-”
“please no need for formalities you’re practically family. call me rose.”
“okay rose. i’m not gonna beat around the bush cause i respect you. i think rafe should go to rehab.”
“what?”
“it’s on the mainland and i know it seems sudden and all but i’ve noticed him getting worse and i’m scared that- that if we don’t act now. before we know it- it’ll be too late and i- i don’t wanna lose him.”
her voice catches in her throat as she thinks of rafe’s declining mental state and growing drug use. rose hugs her and softly rubs her back.
“hey hey it’s okay it’s okay. you really love him.”
she sniffles and nods. rose nods, “then don’t mention this to him. forget about it.”
“excuse me?”
“he’s going through a lot right now.”
“yeah no shit that’s why he needs this.”
“why now? hm? why the sudden change in heart?” when she doesn’t get an answer she scoffs, “you spend all this time going to parties, coming here at good knows when high out of your minds and now you care? why? cause it’s affecting you now?”
“that’s not true. i care about him.”
“then don’t do this to him. not now not while he’s in such a fragile state.”
she scoffs, “please. like you care. we all know this isn’t him its about preserving great cameron name and its bullshit legacy.”
“keep your fucking voice down.” she glares at the girl. “you have some nerve coming to our house with this holier than thou bullshit. especially in our time of grief.”
she marches over to to the door and opens it, “i think it’s time for you to go.”
bestie!kook scoffs but walks to the door, not wanting to give the woman any more of her time. she glared at the woman, “if anything happens to him it’s on you.”
bestie!kook finds renfield’s dead body in the truck
she didn’t mean to truly. she was just worried about rafe and went looking for him in his own. he hadn’t been home for a while she wasn’t expecting him to be there, much less there with a dead body.
“it’s not what it looks like.”
she gasps, “rafe.”
“don’t scream.” breathing heavily, he looks at her lips then her eyes. “i didn’t kill him.”
she meets his eyes. “i believe you.”
his eyes widen in relief and shock. the upper corner of his mouth twitches up, the ghost of a smile. “i don’t why i ever doubted you.”
she looks back at the body and frowns. “what are we gonna do?”
“we?”
“if you think i’m gonna let you do this alone you really don’t know me.”
bestie!kook who is crushed when rafe leaves for guadeloupe. she stays in her room and cries believing that he’s gone for good. her friends and parents are worried at
bestie!kook who gets a knock on her door on her balcony window when she wakes up and runs to grab the gun she got after everything that went down with rafe and barry
she slowly approaches her window and opens her curtains with her gun drawn.
“hey.”
“rafe?” to say she’s shocked would be an understatement. “what the fuck are you doing here?” her tone hurts his chest but it doesn’t surprises him.
“i understand you’re mad.”
“understatement of the year.”
“but i can explain everything.”
“okay go.”
as far as explanations go. it’s not the worst excuse she’s ever heard. he pulls her into a tight hug. she could never stay mad at him for long.
“don’t ever leave me again.” it’s muffled into his chest.
“i won’t.”
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i really hope y’all liked this one it took me a minute. comment your thoughts, criticism is welcome as always but keep it classy. <3
why has no one written anything for my boy flo wirtz. he deserves some good, fluffy, angsty, heart wrecking yet so comforting content like no one else!😌
Lewis asking Max to take a knee is low-key hypocritical when you consider that British media and some of his supporters are racist towards Max and lewis hasn't said a thing about it in the past years. Just look at how Max gets booed by british crowds due to the massive hate British media is spreading against him. Where was lewis to defend Max and call that type of behavior out?
Anon, I’m gonna hold your hand while I tell you this…..
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TRAP!JJ WITH RAFE’S EX!!! not even just ex client, HIS EX GIRRRLLL OH THE TEA
she’s so broken hearted :(( she probably caught rafe high off his ass, smashing some girl that looks NOTHING like her, she runs all over the place just to get away. crashes at a friends house who recommends her jj.
baby is a kook so she has no clue about etiquette fr. rafe had “opps” but trap!jj got opps so when she comes knocking at his door he’s so confused and of course ready to blow. but why is a pretty girl dressed up in bows and designer at his door? and why does she look familiar? unfortunately babygirl is running on feelings and adrenaline so she breaks down immediately :(( no sense of self preservation so she practically clings to jayj already. for days on end!!
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omg she would very quickly realize rafes “opps” got nothin on jjs when she sees how paranoid he is when she’s over literally givin her the 3rd degree
“and uh…this friend of yours. you say i know her?” he’s all twitchy and lookin around like somethings about to happen.
“ueahh…here’s her insta she told me to come see you.”
and luckily for you he recognizes her shuffles her in as fast as possible. “iono how things work on figure 8 babydoll but you gotta be more careful over here.”
and oh my god…just that alone makes you wanna stay with him because hes shown more concern for you in the past 5 minutes than rafe has your entire relationship. so you’re crying and babbling trying to tell him whats going on but he cant understand a word coming out of your mouth.
he really is sweet though despite the rough introduction (for now). he calms you down with a joint and some water so you can really tell him why youre at his house in the cut at fucking 3am looking like versace barbie.
“i walked in and he’s just coked the fuck out fucking some bitch thats not me and i didnt know what to do! he was mean to me yea but i thought he at least wanted to be with me. and the worst part? she looked nothing like me at all…i dont even think im his type.”
jj just listens, rubbing his fingers over his lips in thought….rafe cameron gave up prime pussy like this for a quick fuck? he’s dumber than jj thought.
“dont worry babygirl, you can stay here as long as you need.”
you’re way too sprung on his “kindness” to see he clearly has ulterior motives but the next day when he goes with you to get your shit back from rafe all hell breaks loose 😭 rafe’s throwing shit at you, calling you everything but a child of god until jj very subtly flashes the gun in his waistband. shit settles down for now but the two of them know its not over.
doesnt matter though because jj treats you like the most precious thing in the world, doin his best to keep you outta his business because “theres certain things not meant for a ladys eyes” which seems better than rafe bc he always dragged you to barrys house but the alternative is literally him padlocking you in a room for a few hours? but u dont notice bc at most you’re a little bored
tumblr is like a psych ward except no one gets better
In my ferrari horse girl era
first pole with ferrari!!!!