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SO TRUE

#1. Bruce Wayne and Jeremiah are both bi and dating.

Submitted by me

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rafe is a scorpio and barry is a capricorn

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completely agree

slytherin rafe with ravenclaw barry yes please

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gonna do some gay shit today wish me luck

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barrys hair probably gets so curly when it’s wet straight out the shower and rafe just melts

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i had to

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HELP

Rarry Textposts <3

Bonus Rafe content :

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"i could fix him" yeah? well i could accept him as he is. you don't like the murder? grow up. the atrocities are part of him and ive decided they're funny

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I want to hug them :(

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im not done with a longer fic so heres a short one:)

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Topper, Kelce and Rafe are chilling around a fire, smoking a blunt when Rafe says, “i like a guy.”

both Topper and Kelce went silent. it stayed that way for a few moments. just pure silence, till rafe decided to continue, “i really like him.”

Kelce was the first to speak up out of the boys.

“well is he nice?” rafes lips twitched into a small smile.

“eh.”

“good enough for me, as long as you’re okay and happy with him.”

“thank you” rafe said genuinely.

Now both boys were looking at topper, rafe hoping for a positive response, kelce mouthing “say something” quickly to him.”

Topper finally processed it all.

“you’re gay?” he said casually.

“i came out to you two years ago dumbass.” rafe joked.

“i know but like ive never seen you with anyone”

“well now i guess you will.”

“whats his name?”

“barry” rafe felt safe just by the mention of his name.

“what?? the guy that sells coke??”

“yeah so what? you two have both done his coke.”

kelce agreed with a small “true”

while topper on the other hand had a lot of questions.

“what about your mental health? you think its okay enough for a partner?”

rafes face dropped at that question.

“yeah…he helps me.”

“ho-“

“stop asking me so many questions. just be happy about it like kelce.” Rafe interrupted.

“okay im just worried about you”

“hes good for me, i promise. he makes me take my meds, knows how to calm me down, keeps me sober.”

“ironic.”

they all laugh at that one.

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“that my hoodie, country club?” - rafebarry fic

One bust up and two large whiskeys later and Rafe finds himself driving toward the cut.

Toward a certain trailer.

He’s got both murder and sex on his mind and he knows that Barry is the right kind of company to be around in order to make up his mind.

Except Barry isn’t here, stretched out on his chair with a joint rolling between his fingers like usual. Apparently, he’s out.

Rafe feels borderline betrayed, and all the more murderous for it, that Barry isn’t there to welcome him with both open arms and mouth. But he will live.

He drops himself down onto the couch after a rather thorough search for cocaine, the sort of stuff that Barry tends to hide away from him nowadays.

I’ll wait, Rafe decides, rolling himself a substantial joint. He finds himself thinking that he never does it quite as well as Barry.

The man can quite literally roll a perfect joint in under a minute all the while berating Rafe for whatever “dumb shit” he’d done that day.

Rafe finds himself smiling at that, gives up waiting after a few minutes and retreats to the bedroom.

Head foggy with weed and surrounded by Barry’s scent, he finds himself drifting to sleep.

-

Before he’s even fully through the door of his trailer, Barry is more than aware that Rafe is there.

The coffee table is more messy than usual, weed and ash strewn across the glass, and a pair of size 13′s beside the couch.

The kid sure does like to make himself at home. 

Barry finds himself chuckling to himself as he kicks off his own shoes and makes his way to the bedroom. 

Damn Country club, messing up my space.

Peeking his head through the open door, he finds his eyes drawn to the soft rise and fall of Rafe’s chest, dissapointingly covered in one of Barry’s red hoodies.

One of Barrys only hoodies, if truth be told.

If it weren’t for the blanket pooled at his waist, Barry knows that the hoodie would be riding about half way up the poor boys stomach, being that much taller than him.

Barry nears the bed and quietly calls out to him, “Hey, country club.” 

He, all of a sudden, becomes aware of the fondness in his voice. 

Rafe groans and buries his face further into the pillow by his side, hands coming out to grip at the sheets beside him and Barry has to fight from letting his mind wander. 

Barry comes closer to the bed and sits on the very edge, watching Rafe with soft eyes before reaching a hand into his hair. 

He jolts ever so slightly in his sleep, groaning once more into the pillow before rolling into Barrys touch, a pleased smile on his face. 

“Hmm,” is all that passes his lips as Barry begins scratching through onto his scalp, making the man below him purr lowly like a cat. 

A few more moments pass with the blonde hair falling between his fingers before Rafe’s eyes begin to flutter open, soft with sleep and bluer than Barry ever remembered. 

Shit.

“Hey pretty boy, that my hoodie you got on?” Barry teases with a smile, one far too soft for the likes of Rafe Cameron. 

Rafe looks up at him through narrowed eyes and the sleepiest smile Barry has ever seen and shit, he really is so pretty, isn’t he?

Rafe takes Barrys hands from his hair and instead cradles them between his own, mumbling something under his breathe.

His hands so big against Barry’s own, making his heart thud unexpectedly in his chest. 

“You gonna have to speak up, country club.” Barry says with a smirk.

“I said,” Rafe smiles, suddenly letting go of Barrys hands and instead pulling him in by the collar of his overalls, “Maybe.”

Before giving Barry any chance to reply, Rafe connects their lips and holds onto him with desperation. 

It makes Barry both soft and immensely sad.

He pushes the blankets back and Rafe onto his back, climbs in beside him and kisses him until he’s pulling back for air, moaning into his mouth.

“Where you been?” Rafe is saying to Barry but his eyes are on his lips, hand moving behind him to pull his hair from it’s tie, a finger wrapping around a loose curl.

“Some of us gotta work, baby.” 

Rafe rolls himself over into Barry’s shoulder and groans dramatically, making them both laugh.

They remain like this for the rest of the night, smiling into each others mouths and running gentle hands over one another. 

Barry slowly undressing Rafe and pressing kisses all over his body until he’s aching with want. 

Rafe decides later on that it was definitely worth the wait. 

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if i wrote a fic abt rafe struggling to accept his feelings for barry, would you guys read it?🤨

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Only a matter of time. Barry knew that, had known it since he'd seen Rafe's dead-eyed mugshot on the local news above the headline "CAMERON SON GOES FREE." They'd released a rabid, raving animal back into the world like it was nothing. Like he wouldn't go straight to Barry's place with the intent to kill.

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More Rarry pics xxxx

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SOBS

😌

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they’re about to kiss

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love reblogging things. like yeah i’ll have that in my house thank you.