Rafe fucking jayj’s step sister to piss him off because he has a feeling your relationship with him goes beyond being step siblings
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rafe has been watching you. he was intrigued truly, how a sweet girl like you wound up being a pogue. he knew you couldn’t be jj’s actual sister, no— you didn’t quite look the same, and the way you and him interacted, even in public was odd. too touchy, yet cautious, overly self aware. shit, he couldn’t blame jj. if a fine piece of ass like you found your way into his family he’d probably do the exact same.
the need to get back at jj came when he went down for technically vandalising toppers boat. technically, it was pope. but pope didn’t have anything that rafe wanted… jj however…
you were stood so shyly at the entrance to the cameron residence, having received a message from ‘ward’ (actually rafe) that he was interested in hiring you, some kind of personal assistant job. but ward was out of town, and rafe was welcoming you inside.
“y’know i—i don’t know what he was thinking inviting you round right now, he’s out of town.” he scratches his temple, squinting apologetically.
“oh…” you fiddle with your fingers, glancing around at the inside of pristine tannyhill.
“yeah… yeah, i’m sorry about that. you want somethin’ to drink? whilst you know, whilst you’re here?” he extends his arm, backing up towards the kitchen.
“oh i couldn’t possibly—”
“please, anything you want.” rafe waves you off as you follow him through to the next room.
“well, if you insist. just a water please, i’m a little parched from riding my bike over here.” he tries not to snicker, thinking about that little pogue-mobile of yours. it was so you, rickety little thing with a pink basket on top. cute, rafe thought.
even the look of a brita water filter seems to slightly excite you and he smiles, filling up a glass and handing it to you. as you drink, he speaks— seemingly making conversation.
“so you’re uh… maybanks sister, right?” he leans on the counter. he sees you stiffen slightly, knowing the two of them have had their quarrels, but jj never really letting you in on the ins and outs. “s’okay, i can separate the two of you. we’re all adults here, right?” he reassures.
you put the glass down on the counter, wiping your wet hand on your dress. “well, he’s my step-brother.” you clarify.
“ah, yeah… yeah i thought so. no one acts like that with their step sibling.” his gaze doesn’t leave yours even when yours flickers away, guilty. right then, that moment there — rafe knew his suspicions were true. he steps back, nodding for you to follow him. “lets go sit down, yeah?”
you feel you have no choice but to follow him, sitting on the large couch now beside him with your hands on your lap. he leans his elbow on his knee, watching you.
“i—i wanna be straight up with you, that okay?” he drawls after the small talk time is up, eyes boring into yours.
“…yeah.”
“i know it’s not my business but i… i feel like your step-brother is doin’ things to you that he shouldn’t be doin’. and… it just wouldn’t be right for me to sit here n’not intervene i mean i’m older than you, right? and — and it’s my duty to watch out n’protect girls like you. i’m… right aren’t I? he’s touching on you?”
“rafe… no.” you shake your head, looking away shyly, clearly scandalised.
“you know it’s not very polite to come to someone’s house n’ lie to them, sweetheart.” he squints one eye, the idea of upsetting him making you nervous.
“no i’m sorry it’s just… it’s not like that, okay? he teaches me stuff. that’s all. i… dont have a lot of experience so he’s helping me. that’s it, i swear.” you break easily, and rafes fighting everything in him not to smirk.
“your brother?” he almost sounds mocking, like he wants to laugh and your brows furrow.
“step brother.”
“yeah i…i dunno, kid. you know you could have anyone on this island. m’serious, with a — a pretty face like that? shit.” he leans back, shaking his head. “even i’d help you out.”
and that’s how he gets you, right there on that couch — because fifteen minutes later he’s got you on his knees, sucking on his tip as you look up for guidance.
“yeah, yeah like that. go ahead n’start twisting your hand for me. that’s right… see, kid? don’t need your brother. you got me now.”
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Everyone moved on from Matt calling himself “Matt the munch” a lil too quickly…. Like ik he probably did it as a joke because of those meme’s going around of that one video of him
But still…like do WE KNOW WHAT A MUNCH IS?!?!?
He tryna downplay the fact that he for sure is a munch🐕
I need your thoughts on this
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To stan Richonne is to win endlessly 🙌🏾
Rick and Michonne Grimes are everything, and I’m simultaneously healed and not okay after that blessing of a trailer. Peak fiction has returned. 😭
Hearing Rick call Michonne his wife was something I was really anticipating in TOWL, and the fact that they said you don’t even have to wait until the show comes out to hear him declare her his wife…and not only that, but he says it in the most touching way possible.
“My wife is my choice. My daughter is my choice. My life is my choice.”
BEAUTIFUL. (And when Rick adds his son RJ to the reasons why he keeps going - oh I’m going to sob.) We’ve really heard Rick say I love you and call Michonne his wife before the show has even come out. We are boundlessly blessed, y’all. 🥹
No matter who has tried to downplay or dismiss Richonne, the facts always confirm that Rick and Michonne have an important and unbreakable love for the ages. If you love Rick, you love a Rick that’s in love with Michonne. If you love Michonne, you love a Michonne who’s in love with Rick. They gon’ let the world know every time. 👏🏽
Rick Grimes, the man that you are. ♥️ Michonne Grimes, the woman that you are. ♥️ The greatest ship on television. Bar none. I’m so grateful to Andy, Danai, and Scott for making this the most epic love story. It means so much, and I can’t wait for my Grimes Family to be reunited at last. 🥰
Oh and also Richonne’s face cards never decline, my gawd 👑
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