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[sunsetmade]

My Talker

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You love to talk but some people don’t wanna hear it.

Please request any ideas!

The small beach house was buzzing with chatter and laughter, a mix of loud voices and clinking bottles. It was a Kook party, but this wasn’t the usual wild rager that went on until sunrise. This afternoon, it felt more laid-back, a chill vibe where everyone was just hanging out. Rafe had dragged you along, promising it would be fun, and of course, you agreed. You didn’t mind going with him to his parties or events—it was reassuring to know he wanted you there, by his side.

You and Rafe hadn’t been dating for long—just four months, to be exact. Yet, in that brief time, you’d grown as close as two people could possibly be. He’d let his guard down around you in a way that few ever saw, revealing a side of him that was soft, sweet, and gentle. Despite how different you two were, it just worked. You were the talker, and he was the listener—exactly how he wanted it to be.

Rafe loved listening to your rants and random stories. It was one of his favorite things about you. The way your voice was soft yet serious, no matter what you were talking about, always drew him in. He could never get enough of hearing you speak.

✧* ✧*

“— so I was standing in line, and the lady in front of me had, like, I don’t know, maybe five items, and I swear it took her like thirty minutes—” You were in the middle of telling Rafe about your grocery store adventure without him. He was stretched out on his bed, propped up on his elbow, watching you as you sat beside him, legs crossed. His left hand absentmindedly traced circles on your thigh as he nodded along, fully engaged in your story.

“Was Linda the cashier?” he asked, and immediately, he saw your eyes light up. That simple question showed you that he was listening, that you weren’t just rambling on, even though you kind of were. But Rafe would never interrupt. “Yes! So then—” You chuckled, and Rafe smiled, gently squeezing your leg, his attention completely on you.

✧* ✧*

Rafe stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he chatted with his friend. You silently watched the conversation unfold between the two men, your gaze lingering on him. Soon, a small group of people gathered around, most of whom you didn’t know. While it might have been uncomfortable for some, you saw it as an opportunity to meet more people to talk to.

“Don’t you teach little kids how to surf?” one of them asked. Rafe gave your hip a gentle squeeze, and you smiled brightly.

“Yeah, it’s so much fun! Do you guys surf?” you replied. The girl nodded, smiling, and you continued, “It’s such an amazing hobby, like being one with the water. It’s kinda cool.”

Rafes lips turned up into a grin hearing the excitement in her voice. She had been dying to talk all night and now was her chance.

“Actually, the other day this one kid like totally belly flopped in the water. He had the biggest red spot on his back after and—” you rambled on, glancing around at the faces in the circle. Most of them looked interested, nodding along, but when your gaze passed over the two girls sitting nearby, your heart sank.

“God, does she ever shut up?” one whispered, and the other laughed.

The words hit you like a punch to the stomach, and suddenly, all your confidence seemed to vanish. You cleared your throat, your voice quieter now. “Uhm, s-sorry...the kid ended up being okay. But surfing is great, you guys should really try it.

Rafe frowned, glancing down at you as you stared at the floor, your usual spark gone. The rest of the group hadn’t noticed, and the conversation resumed, but Rafe couldn’t shake the confusion gnawing at him. You never stopped a story halfway, especially not before getting to the good part. He leaned down, his mouth brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You okay, baby?”

You gave him a weak smile and nodded, but it didn’t reach your eyes like it normally did. His heart clenched at the deflated tone in your voice.

“What happened?” he asked, his protective nature starting to build, already suspecting that one of the Kooks had said something.

You looked up at him, trying to shake it off. “I’m fine, Rafe. I promise. No one wanted to hear my silly story.” You waved him off, but the way you said it made him freeze. Why did you think that? Why the hell would you ever believe that?

In a split second, he pulled his arms from around your waist and took your hand, guiding you outside to the quiet patio. His frustration was clear in his quick, purposeful steps, his grip tight around your hand as if he needed to keep you close.

The cold dusk air hit you both as you stepped into the dim light of the patio, and Rafe turned to face you, his jaw clenched. “Why would you think that?” he asked, his voice sharp but laced with concern. “You think no one cares about what you have to say?”

You looked up at him, unsure of how to respond, your eyes still heavy with the weight of their words. Rafe’s gaze softened, “Baby, why would you think that?” He asked again this time softer as his right hand pulled you in closer to him. Your sad doe eyes looked up at him.

You walked into his chest, burying your head there. Rafe sighed, his arms wrapping tightly around your back, pulling you even closer. For a few moments, neither of you said anything, just standing there in the quiet. Then, you finally spoke, your voice muffled against his shirt, “These two girls were laughing when I was talking. Not only that, but I’ve been hearing people say around the island that I’m annoying because of how much I talk.”

Rafe’s breath hitched slightly at your words, but he immediately tightened his hold on you, his grip becoming possessive. His chest rose and fell as he exhaled sharply, clearly frustrated. “Don’t listen to them,” he muttered, his voice low and intense. He pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt your chin up so he could look you in the eyes. “You’re not annoying. Not even close. Those people don’t know what they’re talking about.”

You could see the anger flashing in his eyes, a protective fierceness that only surfaced when it came to you. He cupped your face with his hand, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “If anyone has a problem with you, it’s their issue, not yours. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel small, especially not over something as stupid as talking too much. You’re perfect just the way you are, got it?” His words were fierce, but there was a tenderness in his tone that made your heart flutter.

His mood softened as a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Seeing it, Rafe's expression lightened, and he couldn’t help but smile too. “Besides,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere, “I love hearing you talk. It’s my favorite thing about you.”

His face moved closer to yours, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, the words lingering in the air. A bright smile spread across your face, and you let out a soft chuckle. “Really?”

Rafe nodded, his expression casual, as if his words held no weight. But to you, they meant everything. Grinning, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a light kiss to his lips, your heart fluttering as the moment settled between you.

Rafe gave a small smile, the protective, fierce edge softening into something more gentle. With his arm around you, you both stood there in silence, the moment stretching on as the world outside continued to turn. But right there, in his embrace, you knew you’d be alright.

[mariespen]

teacher reader overworking herself and sheriff rafe coming to the rescue?

➸ Protecting You from Yourself

Sheriff!Rafe x Teacher!Reader

➸ Masterlist!

Requests open!

You're working yourself to the ground, and Rafe is not having it anymore.

Warnings: Mentions of not eating (one day), fear of disapproval

(Re-blogging helps smaller writers like me! Please enjoy!)

The end of the year was approaching quicker than you had thought. You were already overwhelmed with the piles of ungraded papers from your class, but on top of that, of course you had to volunteer to help another teacher. Mrs. Rhodes, the first grade teacher from the class beside you, had been working for decades longer than you. Apparently that means she thinks she can dump papers on your desk and expect you to grade them for her. 

But as you were sitting at the kitchen table, drowning in paperwork, you found yourself taking on the job anyways. You’d been sitting for five hours, not letting yourself get any breaks. Your three kids were making a mess somewhere in the house, surely. They came to ask the occasional question, and as much as it physically hurt to have to prioritize something over them, you couldn’t find a way around it.

“Mommy can I have a popsicle” your youngest, Lucas, asked with wide eyes.

You weakly looked up, nodding, “Sure, sweetie.” 

Eventually, each of them found their own hobbies and went about their day, focusing their Saturday on playing board games, racing cars up and down your hallway, and you daughter’s idea of fun; reading quietly on the couch. You had promised her a library trip sometime this weekend, but you were feeling ready to admit defeat.

Rafe’s key clicked in the lock, shocking you back to reality. It was 9:00pm and none of the kids were ready for bed. The feeling made you sick, but no matter how hard you tried, the red pen stayed in your hand. 

You observed Rafe’s body language in your peripheral, trying to ignore the way that his eyes fell on your huddled body with pity. A sense of gratefulness took over when he made the decision to ignore the sad sight that you were and instead worked to get each kid ready for bed. 

Another hour passed, and you felt your stomach bubble in hunger, the same way it had all day. Every time you tried to pull yourself away from the grading, emails, and preparations, you were reminded of the first graders and their parents. Your fear of disapproval rung in your ears like a siren.

The only feeling breaking your trance was Rafe’s strong hands weighing down your shoulders, his voice tight in your ear, “You’re pushing too hard.”

You couldn’t count on both hands just how many times you’ve heard those same exact words. The feeling of guilt consumed you as he slowly tugged you back to reality. Your face hit the desk, unable to go further but craving to finish the next paper, satisfy the next student and their families.

“Honey, stop.” Rafe said, jaw clenched with a sense of sympathetic disappointment, “I can’t watch this and do nothing.”

“Rafe.. please.” You groaned, your own voice feeling strangle on your tongue.

“Get up, let’s go.” He said, pushing your chair away from the table and picking you up by your waist, “You must think I’m a fool, letting yourself run into the ground like that.”

Your legs wobbled the second he lifted you, muscles aching from being stuck in the same position for hours. A sharp pang ran through your lower back, but you didn’t care—you finally let yourself collapse against him, the warmth of his chest replacing the cold ache in your bones. A surprised gasp left you as he let your body hit the plush bed, and soon after you felt a soft washcloth on your face.

“Gotta get this makeup off,” Rafe whispered, trying to figure out how to properly erase the smeared mascara from your cheeks.

Your voice was hoarse and hesitant, “I’m sorry.” “Yeah.” He mumbled, torn between being strong and teaching you a lesson or succumbing to your wide, apologetic eyes time and time again.

The deep sound of your stomach craving food broke the silence, and Rafe moved back, realization setting over him uncomfortably.

“Don’t tell me.” He said, voice gruff and hesitant, not ready for the answer, “When did you last eat a real meal?”

You rolled over, trying to ignore the question, craving sleep like never before. Rafe forced you to look at him, his touch strict but still gentle.

“You can’t do this. You can’t shut down.”

Tears stung your waterline, threatening to fall. A sigh left you, knowing deep down that he was right, but not ready to admit your wrongs.

“You are so stubborn, do you know that?” Rafe asked, a chuckle of disbelief leaving him as he continued to care for you, brushing your hair and helping you to take off your glasses.

“You’re eating tomorrow, and you sure as hell aren’t getting stuck in that hole again.” He said, voice decided and closed-minded, not taking no for answer again. You hummed, agreeing.

“I’ll help you, okay?” Rafe promised softly, leaving a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“Okay. I love you.” You said, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“I love you too. Even when you dig yourself deep.” Rafe said, pressing you into his chest and letting his face rest in the mess of your hair, “Don’t do it again. You know I’m here.”

The soft reminder was all you needed. The fear of disapproval faded, the weight of the red pen finally slipping from your mind. You let yourself rest.

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ good girl faith (and a tight little skirt) ”

jj maybank x innocent!reader

⚠️ none

pre-season one

Since moving to this island, you had found it kind of hard to make friends. Everyone there has known each other since the womb it seemed. So, when you finally began making friends with the girl who lived next door, Kiara, or Kie, it seemed like things were finally working out. She even invited you to meet her friends. Which is how you found yourself here.

You and Kiara walked along the sandy beach on your way to meet up with her friends. You weren’t too nervous. She had told you enough about them, the Pogues, as they were called. You were still trying to figure out the whole Kook/Pogue thing. It was dumb and you felt like you were caught in the middle of the Outsiders.

“Don’t let them intimidate you,” she mentioned as the soft winds blew your hair around, “if any of them bother you, they know how much shit I’ll give them.”

You smiled, “thanks, I think I can handle.” You moved your hair behind your ear as you looked down at your feet trudging through the sand.

“There they are,” she spoke. She waved her hand up towards them to announce your presence. “Hey, guys!”

You looked up to see three boys standing around some towels with poorly covered illegal beer bottles in their hands. They all looked over, smiling towards the two of you, friendly waving. Kie stepped over to the boys while you stayed behind on the sand. 

“This is Y/N,” she spoke, motioning to you. The three boys nodded in greeting with small “hey”s. “Y/N, this is John B, Pope, and JJ,” she pointed to the three boys who, from what you had seen from social media, stood in that same order.

Your eyes seemed to linger to the boy on the farthest right. He was nearly a foot taller than you and his blond hair had the exact surfer boy cadence that you would expect to see on the island. 

“Do you want a beer?” He asked as he leaned towards the cooler.

You shook your head, “no, thanks, I don't drink.”

“Oh,” he raised his eyebrows, although surprised. He took out a beer from the cooler, wordlessly handing it to Kiara. He looked back in the cooler, “there’s also a coke in here if you want..?”

“Oh, uhm, yeah, thanks,” you responded. He took the small can out and, instead of simply extending his arm to hand it to you, he decided to step maybe a little too close to you to put it in your hands. He held a little smirk on his face as he loomed over you. You felt your heart pick up speed and you were thanking God that he couldn't hear your thoughts, or even your blood flow.

“Here,” he spoke softly and you swear your knees wobbled. He stood there for a second too long before backing up.

Out of your line of sight, Kiara mumbled something towards the other two boys that you couldn't hear. She pulled her oversized shirt that she had been using as a bathing suit cover over her head, throwing it towards the ground, “you guys catch any waves yet?”

“We’ve been waiting for the tide to come in, so far, nothing,” the tallest boy, John B, answered.

She looked at you, “I’m gonna see how the temp is,” you began, “you wanna come?”

You nodded, “sure, yeah,” you took off your cover to reveal your pink bikini that suddenly felt as though it didn't cover enough skin.

“You can head over, I’m just gonna make sure my stuff’s okay,” she added.

You agreed and hopped over towards the ocean. Once you were out of hearing range, she spoke again, quietly to the blond boy. “Stop looking at her like that.”

He looked down at the girl, “what are you talking about, Kie?”

“Don't be dumb,” she tilted her head in your direction, “you’re looking at her like you look at the tourons that come in.”

“Kie,”

“No,” she shook her head, “she’s sweet, okay? Off limits.”

He held up his hands in defense, “alright, I’ll stay away from Cinderella.”

She rolled her eyes, “good,” she finalized before catching up with you.

“Hey, Kie,” you smiled, knee deep in the water.

“Hey,” she replied as she walked in, “shit, it’s cold.”

“It’s refreshing,” you laughed.

Back at shore, John B and Pope gathered their boards, checking them out. All while JJ stood slightly away from them, looking at the horizon. He ran his hands through his hair as a subconscious smile grew on his face at the sight before him. He watched you laughing alongside Kiara and he was sure a halo might as well have appeared over your head, a silent wish in his mind that the conversation from the boys behind him were just slightly quieter so he could hear it.

“Yo, Jayj,” John B smacked the boy’s back, “what’s up with you?”

JJ shook his head, “nothing, man.”

You turned around to catch sight of the guys. You saw JJ talking to the guys briefly until he turned around to grab his board. You couldn't help but admire his back muscles flexing when he stretched his arms above his head.

“Y/N?” Kiara spoke. You turned back, “right, sorry.”

[umathurwin]

i’m not trying to be rude or anything but why do u always go on and on about the other ships in obx and how bad they are and how amazing riara is in comparison. no one is forcing u to consider peoples takes which there is nothing wrong with doing but when u do, ur so needlessly rude and condescending about them in the ships tags. say ur opinion but why are u making other people who like that ship to see it and saying it in a mean way. like genuinely not trying to come off as offensive but isn’t it just bad fandom custom to do that

(english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes)

kiarafe fans to john barah fans when they encounter the first criticism of their ship 😔

no i’m totally playin and your message isn’t rude or offensive at all!

first it’s funny you say i always talk about kiarafe when i feel like i never shut up about jjpope and john biara and jjcleo and barry/rafe and tiara—

i just have a very dry humor and i’m sorry if i hurt anyone’s feelings, but i wouldn’t recommend taking it so personally when someone doesn’t like the same ship you do. i engage with kiarafe haters in a humorous way because it’s usually pretty bad-faith, but i don’t let it get to me when i see considerable hate in that tag ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and… no, i don’t think it’s bad fandom etiquette. this is the literal first time in my decade-and-then-some on tumblr where a fandom is so horrified to find any negativity or criticism in the tag. this practice begs for an echoing circle jerk where analysis is punished when it isn’t delivered in the most diplomatic manner possible. and in this specific scenario— this is THE SHIP of outer banks! this is what the whole damn show is about! and it’s flawed as fuck, so forgive me if i have a few choice words for how badly it was executed :/

that being said if you still hate my ass and my glibness, you’re in good company! feel free to block my ass 🙂‍↕️

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or how reader made a friend in the most unconventional way.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another,, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ i hope you guys like this! i'm considering making this into a series; if i do, i think i'd do it the same way this fic is, aka some narration but mostly 'chatting' between rafe and reader. anyway, let me know if you want it to continue!! i've been feeling down for a few weeks now, so something simple and fun like this was a good way to get back into the flow of writing.

i thought about making this a smau, but doing the chats like this feels more authentic to the 2000s chatroom experience y’know

you were sitting on your bed, your laptop open on a website called KildareUChats, a website that was apparently meant for the students of your university to be able to anonymously chat with other students, your friend having told you to give it a try, knowing that it’d be difficult for you to do in person.

you didn't really see the point of it; although your social circle was in no way huge, you were happy enough with it, really. never having been great with new people, you'd made three friends on your freshman year of college and simply stuck to them. it didn't help that whenever you tried to talk to someone new, it felt like someone was choking you.

but this was online. the person on the other side would never know who you are, and you'd never have to actually be face-to-face with them. your cursor moved to hover over the 'REGISTER' button, and you filled the page out with your basic information, name, school email, birth date... but when the website asked for a username, you couldn't help but purse your lips as you looked around your dorm room, from the fairy lights you'd hung up on walls that now glowed in a yellowish hue, to the several books stacked on the floor, to the dead roses on your desk...

but when your eyes landed on your nightstand, you spotted a book of poems by edgar allan poe, and your lips quirked up into a small smile. after you typed the name 'AnnabelLee' into the username field, a green check mark appeared next to it to signify it was available.

after setting a password, you were redirected to a page that said 'WELCOME TO KILDAREUCHATS AnnabelLee! CLICK HERE IF YOU WISH TO CONNECT WITH A RANDOM STRANGER!'. you clicked the button, your cursor turning into a circle for a moment as it loaded, before you were redirected to a chatroom with a pop-up.

KILDAREUCHATS IS CONNECTING YOU TO A STRANGER...

KILDAREUCHATS HAS CONNECTED YOU! REMEMBER TO TREAT OTHERS THE WAY YOU WANT TO BE TREATED <3 SAY HI!

you stared at your computer screen, biting into your lower lip. you had no idea what you were supposed to say; outside of the people you already knew, you were helpless when talking to people, the words always getting stuck in your throat, or vanishing from your mind. angel's white fur blended in with your white sheets as your hand moved to absentmindedly stroke her, the little cat purring in her sleep. but before your hand could dart out to type something on your laptop, a message appeared on the screen.

STRANGER: heyy

taking in a deep breath, you shook your head, as if shaking all doubts and worries out of it. the site was anonymous; that was the whole point. and your therapist told you, that for your social anxiety to get better, you should try go socialize. mingle. you took the bottle of cheap white wine you'd snuck into your dorm, taking a large swig straight out of the bottle before setting it back down, your hands flying to your keyboard.

YOU: hi :)

STRANGER: wsp?

YOU: ...wasp?

STRANGER: lmao no... what's up?

YOU: sorry, i'm not good with that kind of lingo haha. YOU: nothing much. i'm hanging out with my cat.

STRANGER: damn, do you have an off-campus apartment or something?

YOU: nope :) YOU: don't tell my ra.

STRANGER: shit you have a CAT in your dorm?

YOU: if you tell on me, i'm gonna have to hunt you down and kill you.

STRANGER: lucky for you this is anonymous STRANGER: and i'm not a snitch lmao STRANGER: so, what are you doing on this thing at 12am on a friday night? no hot parties?

YOU: honestly, i think i'd rather put a noose around my neck than go to a party. YOU: i'm just in my room drinking wine. decided to try this site after my friend suggested it. YOU: what about you?

STRANGER: damn, kinky STRANGER: i do have a 'hot party' to go to but i also have an essay due in nine hours and the prof already hates my ass

YOU: so you decided to not write your essay and instead procrastinate by chatting with some random stranger?

STRANGER: exactly! you get it STRANGER: if i even have my laptop in front of me, i'm counting that as me writing my essay

YOU: what's it about?

STRANGER: what kind of a role religion has when it comes to politics and shit

YOU: and let me guess, that's not a topic you enjoy studying in your free time?

STRANGER: you know me so well already

YOU: if it helps, i'm also studying. or, procrastinating studying. YOU: i have a chemistry exam on monday :(

STRANGER: ...and you're studying for it on a friday already? STRANGER: i just read for exams a few minutes before they start STRANGER: compared to me you're like a genius

YOU: eyeroll. YOU: and that's why you have trouble writing an essay! YOU: you're probably missing out on a keg stand at your 'hot party'.

STRANGER: i can't believe you're making fun of the art of the stand

YOU: you'll live.

STRANGER: how do you know? maybe i'm the god of the kegstand and every time a human loses faith in me, i grow weaker

YOU: are you? YOU: oh sacred frat god? YOU: shall i make an offering for you at your altar? would that appease your distaste towards me?

STRANGER: you shall

YOU: okay, how about these for an offering: YOU: a white claw, a buzz ball, a red solo cup with a strange mixture of different kinds of alcohols, and a vape pen?

STRANGER: those appease me much, mere mortal STRANGER: also mango-flavored juul pods

YOU: you're so weird.

STRANGER: says the person who's hanging with her cat on a friday night

YOU: how do you figure i'm a her?

STRANGER: oh please STRANGER: no man would disrespect the fine art of the keg stand

YOU: got me there, frat boy.

STRANGER: that's very presumptuous STRANGER: i could just be a tomboy

YOU: please. YOU: if you're a girl then i'm sasquatch.

STRANGER: don't worry, i don't mind a little body hair

YOU: i hate you.

glancing at the clock on your wall, you'd realized that thirty minutes had already gone by. you let out a small sigh, rubbing your eyes.

YOU: i should get going. i can't keep procrastinating.

STRANGER: already?

YOU: what, are you gonna miss me or something?

STRANGER: hey, if i get a pic of bigfoot i'm gonna be making millions, i just have capitalistic tendencies

YOU: fair point.

STRANGER: you should add me as a friend

YOU: you can do that??? i thought this was an anonymous chat.

STRANGER: yeah you can lmao why else would you need to set a username STRANGER: i'll just do it

and soon enough, a pop-up appeared on your screen, with the text 'STRANGER HAS REQUESTED TO ADD YOU AS FRIEND.' along with the buttons 'ACCEPT' and 'DENY'.

you pursed your lips, your finger lingering over the touchpad, first dragging it over the button reading 'DENY', before you let out a sigh, taking a large swig from the bottle of wine, moving the cursor to 'ACCEPT' and pressing it before you could regret it.

the pop-up was now replaced with another one, reading 'CONGRATS AnnabelLee YOU ARE NOW FRIENDS WITH MalachiConstant' and when you read the stranger's name, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. you clicked the red 'x' that closed the pop-up, and the word STRANGER in your chat logs was now replaced by MalachiConstant.

YOU: really? vonnegut?

MalachiConstant: what? i don't seem like the type to read?

YOU: just surprising!

MalachiConstant: says the girl with the hard-on for poe MalachiConstant: which isn't surprising at all

YOU: har har. YOU: goodnight, weird vonnegut frat boy.

MalachiConstant: goodnight, weird poe girl

YOU HAVE LOGGED OUT OF KILDAREUCHATS.

[jj-maybank-deserved-better]

Someone saying Rudy's on bad terms with Netflix like they work there and know all about it. // dude trust me a literal huge multinational streaming company does not gaf about whatever petty drama happened bts of obx + 100% arent beefing with an actor 💀 whoever that is, they need to shut it

If anything I feel like they should be mad at the Pates and Shannon Burke because this is their fault but that's just me

[st6rrrs]

REQUEST ARE OPEN FOR BUNNY! READER

ANYTHING WILL HELP BECAUSE IDK WHAT ELSE TO DO

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

wicked game

chapter 2 - kappa tau

synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.

but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.

masterlist

cw: mentions of drugs and alcohol, language

"how are you feeling?" sarah asked as you were doing the finishing touches of your makeup.

"nervous." you replied.

sarah smiled, leaning against the doorframe as she watched you. “totally normal. first frat party jitters. it’s a rite of passage.”

you set your lip gloss down, exhaling. “it’s just… not really my scene, you know? loud music, drunk people, chaos.”

sarah grinned. “oh, it’s definitely all of those things. but that’s the fun of it! you don’t have to be the life of the party, just survive it. and hey, i’ll be right there with you. and i'll introduce you to cleo and kie who you will love.

you met her eyes in the mirror, appreciating how quickly she had taken you under her wing. “thanks, sarah.”

she smiled. “anytime. now, come on, let’s go. you look beautiful.”

with one last deep breath, you grabbed your phone and followed her out the door, the bass of the party already faintly thumping in the distance.

sarah linked her arm with yours as you walked. “okay, quick rundown. frat parties can be a lot. idiotic men, screaming girls, a lot of drunk conversations. but as long as you stick with me, you’ll be fine.”

you nodded, nerves still fluttering. “and cleo and kie? they’re your friends?”

sarah beamed. “yep! they’re the best. i knew them from home. you’re gonna love them. cleo takes no shit, and kie’s the most chill person ever. they’ll have your back.”

that made you feel better. you weren’t exactly shy, but stepping into a house full of strangers, loud music, and whatever else frat parties entailed? that was way out of your comfort zone.

as you approached the kappa tau house, the scene was exactly what you’d expected. just like the movies. people spilling onto the lawn, red solo cups in nearly everyone’s hands, music so loud you could feel the beat in your chest. the air smelled like beer, cologne, and the faintest hint of weed.

sarah squeezed your arm. “welcome to kappa tau y/n.” she then waved dramatically. “there they are!”

two girls turned and grinned when they saw sarah. “about damn time. we were starting to think you bailed.”

“as if i'd miss this,” sarah scoffed before turning to you. "guys, this is y/n, my roommate and our new favourite person.”

“hey, it's so nice to meet you! i'm kie." she said, pulling you into a welcoming hug.

"and i'm cleo." she smiled, "so first frat party?"

you sighed. “that obvious?”

“oh, yeah,” she teased. “but don’t worry, we’ll keep you alive.”

before you could say anything else, a loud voice cut through the crowd.

“ladies!”

you turned just in time to see two guys approaching. one was tall and tan with a cocky grin. the other, a blonde with wild hair and an even wilder energy, practically vibrating with excitement.

“finally!” the blonde boy threw an arm around sarah's shoulder. “we were wondering when you’d grace us with your presence.”

the first boy gave you a curious look before glancing at sarah. “new roommate?”

sarah beamed. “yep. y/n, meet john b and jj.”

“nice to meet you,” john b said with a friendly smile.

jj, however, wiggled his eyebrows. “very nice to meet you.”

kie smacked his arm. “behave.”

jj put a hand over his heart, feigning innocence. “i am always on my best behaviour.”

cleo snorted. “that’s the biggest lie i've ever heard.”

sarah rolled her eyes, then turned back to you. “okay, now that the introductions are done, can we please go inside?"

you hesitated for half a second before nodding. “let’s do it.”

kie grinned. “that’s the spirit.”

you piled in together, letting the party swallow you whole. you took a deep breath, scanning the room. it was overwhelming, but there was an undeniable energy to it. you let yourself feel excited.

cleo nudged you playfully. “come on, let’s get drinks. it’s, like, step one of surviving a night like this.”

you nodded, "alright. let's get started.

a/n: i promise rafe will come in soon...

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[rafesangelita]

just finished up my last appointment for the day!! i leave work in about thirty minutes and then i’m freee. i have the next two days off so that means i’ll get to write something and hopefully read some fics ♡ i hope all of you have a fun and safe weekenddd!!

[shaunashipmn]

OUTER BANKS ⇢ 3x09 | WELCOME TO KITTY HAWK

How to avoid unpleasant circumstances 101. If there's a problem, you don't wanna face it, turn that face and keister around and walk the other way.

[lottie-atwood]

🌱 : make him work for it 🙂‍↕️

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[xoxies0]

8. Birthday

(Part 2 instagram post)

Tag last , @bayouxxqueen @lalaloopsieparty @cokewithcameron @artbymin @wtfisastiles @rafecambabydoll

[sanaamuse]

hii

[abslvrs13]

my 12yo self in 2020 seeing JJ maybank in season 1 for the first time.(no difference from now)

[houseofblve]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙

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𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌

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a/n: inspired by the fact that i got a new fuggler child yesterday 🩷🩷🩷 also angel canon kiki’s delivery service lover

[mariespen]

sheriff rafe meeting sammie’s bf.. oh god.

➸ Meeting the Parents

Sheriff!Rafe x Teacher!Reader

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Rafe's only daughter brings home her first boyfriend, and he isn't taking any bullshit.

(Re-blogging helps smaller writers like me! Please enjoy!)

“Daddy..” Your sixteen year old daughter, Samantha, groaned as Rafe gave her a hard time all over again.

“Sammie, I’m being real. You’re too young for a boyfriend.” Rafe grumbled, yanking a flannel over his shoulders.

His movements were stiff, jerky—like getting dressed for this dinner was physically painful. You’d already fought him on what was appropriate to wear for tonight, but his mood was set in stone.

Rafe had always been possessive of his baby girl, but this was different. This was real.

Lucas, your youngest son of 14 years, was sitting down awkwardly at the table. Your eldest was away in college, another hit that your family had taken this year. But Samantha's new boyfriend, James Shipley? That was a whole other problem for Rafe.

“Daddy, he’s nice!” Samantha protested, trying to fix her makeup using your mascara before you swatted her hands away.

With a dramatic eye roll, Rafe responded, “I don’t care if he cured fucking cancer… I dont want any guys around you, much less in the house.”

“Watch it.” You warned, trying to hold back laughter at his typical way of blowing situations out of proportion.

However, thoughts of the night before flashed through your mind, remembering how Rafe had nearly broken down in your arms at the idea of Samantha leaving your home. He was the same way with Oliver, but Rafe had always kept his only daughter in a special pocket of his heart. You couldn’t laugh at him, much less mock his closed mindset. He was taking his hard, and somehow he was still getting ready for the dinner. That was all you could ask for.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts and you glanced at Rafe, watching him tense up and stand without hesitation.

“Daddy!” Sammie protested, but you held her hand and walked with her out to the living room, watching in curiosity as Rafe opened the door.

Standing before you was a teenager, not much taller than six feet, cowering below your intimidating husband. The flowers he was holding were now crunching in the midst of his nervous grip

“And you are?” Rafe asked, voice gruff, his sheriff’s badge shining against the plaid shirt.

The only way you could convince him to not attend dinner in full uniform was the badge. You figured James would be grateful, if he wasn’t so terrified.

“J-James, sir. James Shipley.” He said, awkwardly moving the flowers towards Rafe.

Rafe peered down, glancing at James’s subtle attempt at peace, “I don’t want your flowers. Are those for my daughter, or my wife?” 

“U-um Samantha, sir.” James said, tripping over his words.

“Hm.” Rafe said, opening the door and rolling his eyes as he watched Samantha’s face light up.

“Hi James, I’m Samantha’s mom.” You said, properly introducing yourself before compensating for Rafe, “You’ve met my husband, Rafe. Her father, of course.”

James politely shook your hand before he walked up to Samantha, giving her a hug. Without a moment’s hesitation, Rafe pulled the two apart and let his hand rest on the skin on James’s neck.

“Let’s eat.” He said, softly pushing the teens towards the table.

You served dinner with a smile, letting your arm linger on Rafe’s shoulders when you passed by, a subtle comforting touch. Lucas gave you a look of premonition, already having a bad feeling. Of course, you returned it.

“Thank you ma’am.” James said politley, taking his seat across from Rafe and next to Samantha.

Once everyone was seated, Rafe cleared his throat and began the interrogation. Rafe leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“What’s your plan?”

James blinked. “Sir?”

“After high school. Where are you going? What are you doing?”

James shifted, hands tightening around his napkin. “Uh… probably working for my dad.”

“Probably?” Rafe scoffed, sitting back. “Hmph.”

A brief pause, before he was attacking again, “And your intentions with my daughter?” 

You resisted an eye-roll as James stuttered out an answer, “U-um I.. I’m not sure, sir.”

The answered made you perk up, and you turned to meet Samantha’s similar expression.

“Hm.” The same condescending sound left Rafe’s lips.

“James, what do your parents do?” You asked, trying desperately to re-direct the conversation.

“My father owns the shoe repair downtown, and my mother stays at home.” He responded with a polite nod, giving vague hints of information.

“And you?” Rafe asked, pouncing right back.

“I- I don’t work, sir- yet.” He tripped over his own voice, again.

The table went painfully silent again, making you turn to Lucas and watch as you mutually winced in the awkward nature of the dinner. Right as you tried to open your mouth, Rafe smiled and opened his instead.

“So, you love her?” James went bright red, his voice unsure and strained, “I- I suppose so, sir.”

Rafe’s eyes moved to Samantha, furrowing when she softly kicked his leg. She stared at him, silently begging him to ease up. He ignored her protest.

“And what happens when you break her heart?” Rafe said, not leaving room for teenage hope. The question wasn’t and “if.” He was betting on the failure of James Shipley.

Silence again, this time for a few seconds until James found an answer, “That’s not my plan, sir.” 

Rafe leaned back, curious at his reactions, “You know what I do for a living, yeah?”

James remained silent, just nodding while taking Rafe’s judgement with all that he could.

“Good.” He smiled.

The rest of the dinner was quiet, only the soft clicking of silverware against porcelain. As quickly as he could, Lucas got up and strolled to the kitchen. Tonight was the only time you had ever seen him excited to do the dishes. Rafe stared down James as he ate, watching each movement, observing his scrunched shoulders and hesitant bites. Samantha sat, utterly mortified.

James understood his queue, so when he finished the meal he thanked you, did his dishes, and started for the door. Of course, Rafe met him by the entrance of the family home.

“If I ever hear you so much as look at her the wrong way, you and I will be having a real serious talk—down at the station.” Rafe growled, opening the door and watching as James scurried away like a wounded animal.

That night, Rafe held you closely as he resisted the lump in his throat.

“She’s getting so big. I don’t want her to grow up.” He whispered.

You sighed lovingly, letting your palm rest on his chest in reassurance, “I know, Rafe. But watching her grow up is the best gift we could be given.”

He sighed, knowing you were right.

But he was sure of one thing, if anyone was going to be around his daughter, it damn sure wouldn’t be James Shipley.