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Noooooooo at this point I'm just gonna wait till November to watch it!

obx on the perfume twt timeline LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE

Having writers block is no joke! Like leave me alone and let me live out my fantasies about Rafe!!!!!

Be mine

Ok this is Rafe x Lampad reader, this isn't how they met but it will mention it among other things. This one is more about how they got "together." Hope yall like it!✌️

MDNI 18+

Tw: drugs mentioned/used, alcohol forced intimacy, implied sex/sexual things

Colorful lights blast out of the windows of a enormous house, loud music and chatter can be heard from outside. People adorn in little to no clothing dancing, drinking, and snorting mystery powder littered the rooms. Everyone was having fun, except one girl, she looked out of place. Dressed in all black with her skin showing only through lacy details. She stood in one of the many corners, solo cup in her black acrylic hands, frown on her face. She didn't want to come here, parties wasn't really her thing; too many people, too many loud sounds. But her new friend invited her, he was so kind to do so that she couldn't say no. She couldn't disappoint him so soon, only having been in OBX for 4 months and friends with him for 3, she can't mess this up.

𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧? 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦"

He had told her to to stay here and that he would be back, that was over an hour ago. Did he leave? Is he hurt? What if this was a way to humiliate her and see her as a loyal 𝘥𝘰𝘨. No, he's not like that, he's kind and just went to talk to his friends. Or his girlfriend... She hopes that's not the case, but it's possible. Through this past entire month (y/n) realized that she developed a crush on Rafe. She knows it's wrong, such a kind guy tries to be her friend and she's thinking impure thoughts about him. How could she not, he's so kind and shows so much affection for her.

𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 (𝘺/𝘯) 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱. 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 (𝘺/𝘯) 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦?" 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. (𝘠/𝘯)'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.

(Y/n) traced her lips and closed her eyes, not wanting the memory to leave just yet. Maybe he does like her, at least a little. Why would he invite her here? Maybe he wants liquid courage to tell her how he feels? Jolting out of her mind when she heard the sound of someone's laughter, his laughter. She quickly moves her head searching for him; not caring if she looks like a mad woman. When she finds him her black lipped smile fades, she saw him... with a girl... in his lap. She watch the scene before her, Rafe was laughing and whispering in a pretty brunettes ear. The brunette laughed hiding in his neck and seemingly kissed it. (Y/n) felt tears prick her eyes, threatening to run away with her black eye makeup. She left her spot becoming a blur of black as she tried to run out of the party apologizing to every person she ran into. She didn't understand, she couldn't understand...

(Y/n) laughed at the redheads joke; his name was... Conner? Brandon? Westly? She can't really remember, a little too drunk to think about it. This was the first party Rafe has ever taken her to. He told her that he will be right back, he had something to sell? She didn't know, but this handsome redhead walked up to her and offer her a drink. A touron, as Rafe would put it, the redhead had come with his family. He saw her and thought she was beautiful, even with her being covered in black from head to toe. She continued to giggle and talk to the guy happily, until she felt Rafe's arm lightly wrap around her neck. "What are you doing talking to my girl?"

She ran through the house the tears made true to the threats, her makeup now ruined. She runs into a random room, pacing as she tried to calm herself and stop the tears.

"Why would you do that Rafe?! You scared him off!" She pushed Rafe's arm off of her and looked away from him, arms crossed. The slither of his arms around her waist caused her cheeks to feel hot. Rafe lightly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him while his other had moved down to her hip. "You-you really don't understand what he was trying to do, but I-I do. I was protecting you and-and this is how you act?" All postive emotions wiped from his face, yet she could still get lost in his soft eyes.

A creak had come from the door had caused (y/n) to gasp. Her breathing stopped as tears continued to run down her face with her makeup. She turned to face the intruder of her heart breaking session, and it was the very person to break it. Before she could process what was happening, Rafe made quick strides to her and grabbed her face. His hands were warm and soft, looking into her red eyes seeing her messed up makeup. "What happened? Did someone say something mean to you?" How could she make him worry like this, how could she selfishly get upset with him. She was going off on her own just because of a probable misunderstanding. "I'm s-sorry I was a little overwhelmed and wanted a quiet place to rest..." She lied, she lied to him and she hopes he doesn't catch on. "Don't-don't lie to me (y/n), you know how-how much I hate lying." One of his hands slipped lower and stopped where her neck meets her shoulder. The sensation made her shiver, she knew she messed up by lying. Best to tell him the truth or things will escalate, like last time. "I... I saw you with a girl, she was sitting in your lap..." (y/n) closes her eyes ready to be laughed at. She knew it was ridiculous, she's acting like his girlfriend when they haven't been friends for more than 3 months. She really is crazy, because she was jealous she ran to cry for someone who she isn't even dating him. Before she could finish her self-deprecating thoughts she was pulled down onto Rafe's lap, when did he sit down? "There is that better? You gon-gonna stop crying now?" She did stop crying, but more so out of shock than being happy he 'completed her request.' She finally looks at him, really look at him, and she realized he's drunk. Or high but that didn't mattered, she felt like she was taking advantage of him. She had to get off of him, no matter how much she likes him she can't do this to him, but he wouldn't let go.

"She's so hot bro." The blonde commented as he looked at the lone girl dressed in black. "Come on Rafe, not only is she the sheriff's daughter but she's also must be an oddball. She's wearing all black in 80 degree weather!" Topper made his case and Kelce nodded along. Rafe looked at the girl, a million different things he could do to her raked his mind. Being the sheriff's daughter made it better. "Don't care she's gonna be mine and nothing is gonna change that." He got up, fixing his clothes and walked over to the girl a smirk plastered on his face.

She tries to get up, pushing his chest to move away from him. She can't make this worst, he's not himself and she's taking advantaged of his drunk state. But he wouldn't let go, his grip on her waist and hips growing tighter the more she moved. It almost hurts, "Rafe let go you're drunk!" She exclaimed, looking every which way to figure out how to leave his grip without hurting him. She wanted this but not like this; she wanted him to confess, go on some dates, and then maybe have this special moment alone. Not when they are at a party and when he's drunk or high. "Hey-Hey! Look at-at me, it's fine I've been wanting this since I saw you. I need you." He grabbed her face and pulled her closer to him, her chest pressed to his, lips only a centimeter apart.

"Are you really gonna try to do this Rafe?" Kelce questioned him as he took a line of coke. Sniffling the powder down him nose he looks at his friend. Is it really right to do such things to the girl he just met? "Yeah tonight she's gonna be mine whether she wants to or not."

Was he serious? Did he really mean what he's saying? He needs her? "Y-you don't mean that..." Whispering since she was so close, losing her voice with every breath she takes. Her thighs rest on either side of Rafe's waist caused everything to feel more intimate. Feeling his hand move from her hip to her inner thigh caused her breath to hitch, skirt riding up as she's shivering. Rafe looks down at her lips heavy breathing blowing on her face. "Yes I need you, I need you to be mine and only mine. Fuck-" He couldn't take it anymore, pulling her to his lips without asking her the important question. But does he really need to?

"Do you really like him (y/n)? Like it's Rafe..." Sarah had pulled the girl into her room not understanding what's going on with the two. Rafe had followed them listening in through the cracked door wanting to know the girls answer. "I... I don't know, maybe? Yes? He's so sweet and I can see myself being with him. But i don't think he likes me." She sighed pacing around the room. "Really? Rafe doesn't like you? He was just making bat shaped cookies with you!" (Y/n) makes a confused face. "Yea so?" Sarah looks at (y/n) like she's crazy. "IT'S MAY! HE DOESN'T EVEN DO THAT WITH WHEEZIE DURING HALLOWEEN!" Rafe walked away, a smile plastered on his face and idea left in his head.

Naiad nymph reader

Older sister to Haliae reader, the more responsible of the two, though her sister would call her a pussy. Doesn't like how her sister is getting into messy and tries to stop her leading to constant fights. She doesn't see the fun in the risk her sister takes, some lofi music and a good book is where it's at for her. But sometimes her sister is able to convince her, after issuing an apology, to go out a do something spontaneous. It usually leads to Naiad to get Haliae out of trouble or babysitting her after she gets too drunk. Will never get too deep in water because of her inability to swim, she's too scare of drowning and what's below. She's an overthinker and isn't able to get out of her head once she's in. She will believe her assumptions without reading all the facts. Being the only "adult" in the house she had to think quickly, but she's still a teenager. Won't voice her thoughts or wants so a lot of misunderstandings happen because of this. But those things aren't needed when you have people to take care of.

Haliae nymph reader

Living her youth with no regrets is Haliae readers motto. She can't and won't let life pass her by, she'll do everything she wants no matter what others say. She can't go jet skiing? A kook's at the police station reporting their stolen jet ski. She's not old enough to drink? Her ID now says she's about to turn 30 in August. She doesn't have the money to buy the best clothes? Well tell Barry to keep an eye out cause some sticky fingers bout to touch his stash. She wants the thrill and doesn't care about the consequences, that what her sisters for. The ocean is practically her second home; surfing, swimming, or just floating and letting the waves take her further out. When she doesn't have plans with others you'll find her there. She's no follower and most definitely not a leader, her safety isn't a part of her concern. Will be the first to run in and if she gets hurt, well that's life, and she will encourage others to do the same. When that happens you know it's a bad idea.

"You can't seriously be thinking that stealing from the police is a good idea JJ?!"

"He's got this! It's perfect as long as he keeps his head down he'll miss the camera's!"

"YOU'VE DONE THIS BEFORE!?"

Lampad reader

Two words S H E R I F F S D A U G H T E R, she may not look it but she is the daughter of sheriff Peterkin. She lived with her father since she was 7, but since he got remarried she ends up back in OBX with her mother. She's always stands out because of the way she dresses; piercings, tattoos, and dark clothes all make her the outcast of OBX. Not really a kook but not a pogue either. She's a sweet girl but has no one really associate with her since she's "different." Her mom isn't really there so she feels alone, it's only her and her guitar to keep her company. Writing sad songs about her loneliness that no one would ever hear. That is until she meets a kook who "sees" the real her how great of a guy he was to see her. She became friends with his sisters and hang out with his friends, she even started to drink and smoke! It was great until her mother started to tell her to stay away from him! The disapproving words from her mom telling her that the love of her life was no good for her. She loved her mother but she couldn't be more wrong, Rafe and his family were good people she didn't know what she was talking about! Right?

"Mom I LOVE him! He's a great guy I don't understand why you treat him like this!"

"(Y/n) can't you see what he's doing to you?! You need to stay away from him, UNDERSTAND?!"

Thank you! I feel like I'm getting better each time, I'm most definitely gonna be bringing more I can't just stop at 2! 😊

Dryad nymph reader

If she's not resting on a tree drawing in her notebook, she's trying to sneak onto a boat to go to the mainland to go to the farmers market or to see if her favorite store has new art supplies. Her biggest inspiration comes from nature so she'll end up walking in the forest to gather inspiration. Though she doesn't just go there without protection, a weapon is always on her. Doesn't really believe in all the spiritual things, just has a crystal collection that she thinks is pretty (though she's all about the aura that people have). Can't keep a plant alive to save her life all the plants she has are fake. She doesn't even know how she kills it, though it might have something to do with her pouring her paint water into the dirt... She'll say the rudest thing you'll ever hear if you tell her something or ask advice about something she thinks is stupid. Half the time she's being sarcastic, but the other half she's hurting your feelings. You interrupted her paint session just to ask if she wants to go to the country club or to the boneyard? Yea you're hearing words as colorful as her paint no matter who you are. But if she see you change your expression or posture she'll become inspired and make you stay like that for the next 30 minutes to an hour.

"Do I really have to stay like this?"

"Yes, move an inch and I'll stab you with this paint brush."

Dryad nymph reader

If she's not resting on a tree drawing in her notebook, she's trying to sneak onto a boat to go to the mainland to go to the farmers market or to see if her favorite store has new art supplies. Her biggest inspiration comes from nature so she'll end up walking in the forest to gather inspiration. Though she doesn't just go there without protection, a weapon is always on her. Doesn't really believe in all the spiritual things, just has a crystal collection that she thinks is pretty (though she's all about the aura that people have). Can't keep a plant alive to save her life all the plants she has are fake. She doesn't even know how she kills it, though it might have something to do with her pouring her paint water into the dirt... She'll say the rudest thing you'll ever hear if you tell her something or ask advice about something she thinks is stupid. Half the time she's being sarcastic, but the other half she's hurting your feelings. You interrupted her paint session just to ask if she wants to go to the country club or to the boneyard? Yea you're hearing words as colorful as her paint no matter who you are. But if she see you change your expression or posture she'll become inspired and make you stay like that for the next 30 minutes to an hour.

"Do I really have to stay like this?"

"Yes, move an inch and I'll stab you with this paint brush."

Sleepy beauty

My writing skills are a little rusty, but this has been on my mind for a while. This is anthousai nymph reader x Pope Heyward and how the two met, taking place during season 1. Longer than I thought, hope yall enjoy!

He needed to find a place to hide, Rafe and his friends are on his tail. JJ and him already been separated so he had to hope JJ didn't get caught and pray he doesn't. As Pope was running he decided to just pick a store and hope they didn't see him so he can hide. He must have the worst luck today, he managed to run into the most abandoned shop in town. The store only had the old woman who runs the store and someone looking at the different plants. He couldn't run back out that would be too risky, especially since he can hear them coming closer to the store.

Pope decided to hide behind the table that was jam packed with different plants, he tried not to sneeze from all the scents mixing together. Then his heart froze from the sound of the bell ringing, through the leafy plants he saw Rafe and Topper heavily breathing as they ran through the door. From the sound of the shop door bursting open the woman had turned around and saw Pope squating behind the plants. She could understand why he was sitting there, too sleepy to put two and two together. 'Damn... I need a n-' her thoughts are interrupted by Rafe's booming voice. Him yelling for her attention while Topper looks hesitant and ready to leave. "Hey man he isn't here, let's just go." Topper says already half way out the door. "Shut the fuck up, Hey (y/n) have you seen Pope?!" Rafe yells, his voice a little too loud for her liking. "Who? If your looking for a Pope Rafe I think a church is a better place to look..." He makes a frustrated sigh after her comment, he started to describe this "Pope" person and then it clicks. The guy Rafe is describing is the same guy that's hidding be behind the herbs! 'Damn I really need a nap.' She thought as she moves to look at the plants that were on the table standing right next to the hidden man.

Pope prays that she don't reveal his hiding place and turns to you with fear in his eyes, hoping she'll get the message. "Hey a-are you listening to me?!" Rafe's voice booms his angry stutter becoming evident as he realizes that she weren't looking at him, probably not paying attention. Which was only half right, she were listening just didn't like looking at Rafe's face for too long. She just don't want the nightmares. "Rafe, you're just like poison ivy, invasive and annoying to get rid of. No I haven't seen this 'Pope' person, so please leave your giving me a headache." She snapped as you finally turned to look at him and Topper, their faces riddled with shock. The same expression painted Pope's face as well, he's never seen a kook snap at Rafe like that other than Kie. Her face remains unchanged as she picks up two plants that look the exact same. Rafe huffs as he angrily storms out the door as he continues his search, motivated let his anger out on Pope, Topper stumbling to follow him.

Still looking at the flowers the girl addresses him, "you can stand up now they're gone now." Pope slowly stands up still a little hesitant to leave the safety of his hiding place. He looks at the person who just saved his life and is able to finally get a proper look at her. Her face dewy and flawless, if she's wearing makeup it's hard to tell. It was like her hair was a cloud and every strand of hair was in it's place. Her clothes that even though they're simple you can see how expensive it is. yet she's uncaring about whether these clothes gets dirty frome the dirt in the shop. She was beautiful, a kook through and through, which made him question why she helped him. She not only helped him but she also insulted the angry kook prince himself, to his face. Realizing he was staring, even though she wasn't paying attention too deciding where she wanted to sleep today, he quickly cleared his throat and thought of something to say. "Thank you for helping me, you really saved my life." He didn't want to question why she helped him, wanting to not upset her. She finally looked at him after a bit, sleepy eyes and lazy smile painting her face. "No problem, but now you owe me Mr. Pope." She turned her whole body turns to face him, manicured hands still holding the flowers. Panic sets in his face, worried what she wanted to from him to repay his 'debt' to her. While a million thought run through his mind she holds out the twin plants.

"Which one?" She says her head slightly tilting lazy smile still on her face. His thoughts stopped and looked at the plants, roses, does it really matter which one he chooses? Is the choice going to decide his fate or is it just a choice of which one looks better? As he thinks about the meaning behind this choice the girl yawns making a small noise that brings him out of his mind. Even her tired expression and yawn is beautiful. "Does it matter? They're the same flower." He says hoping he didn't make the wrong move by asking. "These are two completely different flowers! These are roses while these are Double impatiens. So yes it does matter." She exclaimed holding up one plant then the other as she says the names of them. Confusion sets on Pope's face as he looks at her, even when she points out which is which he doesn't see how it matters when they look the same. Seeing his still confused face causes her to sigh pulling the plants closer to her chest, possibly causing her shirt to get dirty. "Ok I'm gonna need you to study up on plants, next time I'll ask again. If you say something like that again you'll regret it." She turns around as she says this, only turning her head to look at him squinting as she made eye contact. He stood there as he watch her turn and go to checkout and then leave the store. When he finally leaves the girl is long gone, he now wishes he could have talked to her longer. Her calm voice and sleepy expression riddles his mind as he walks, completely forgetting why he went into the store in the first place but happy that he did. As he walks JJ ran up to a smile on his face while he's gasping for air. "Barely managed to lose them, glad to see that you're ok." JJ says as he bends over hoping the ground will provide him with more air. "Hey do you know if Kie or John B has a book about plants?" Pope says still looking forward in somewhat of a daze, JJ looking at him confused as he continues to gasp for air.

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Anthousai nymph reader

She is a kook who always has a flower of some kind whether she's holding it or putting it in her hair. Is a serious plant hoarder, sees them as her babies, her room was to full so she begged her parents for a greenhouse. Always in her own little world, and even though she's trying not to be rude she ends up ignoring those around her. A very sleepy person if the sun is shining on her she'll fall asleep immediately. Only goes to the country club because they have great lighting otherwise she rather be anywhere else. When she's actually engaging in the conversation she'll seem like she's falling asleep and will somehow steer the convo to plants no matter what the conversation was.

I wanted to make different types of readers based of nymphs. Lmk what yall think! 😊

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⋆ . ˚ rafe and his african american gf ‹𝟹 , ⊹

for @iheartmaddyperez <3

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because i liked I boy by sabrina carpenter

rafe's "ex" hasn't moved on, they weren't really dating she fell in love but he didn't. six months later he's head over heels in love with reader, there's comes in the song and rafe reassures her she isn't a homewrecker or a slut. just fluffy rafe with that angsty song

Who I Am

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Derogatory Name Calling

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Masterlist

Y/N groans as she sees another piece of paper under her windshield wiper. The pink colour clues her in on what it is about. For the past week, she has been finding threatening notes on rose stationery everywhere she goes. At first, they started out as simple statements. He isn’t yours. You stole him. Then they escalated to calling her names. You’re a homewrecking bitch. He was mine, Slut. She tries to pretend they haven’t gotten to her, but she’s gotten so many that they could fill a semi-truck and they slowly begin to get under her skin. Her hand grabs the new note, opening it with one hand. “We were going to get married until you came along, Homewrecker,” she reads herself. She has told Rafe about them, not thinking it is important enough to concern him. However, this note in particular gets to her. She doesn’t know why she believes the note; she just gets an unsettling feeling about it. Her mind runs wild with the thought of Rafe waiting at the altar for another woman and then she comes into the picture and stops the whole celebration. 

The paper is shoved into her back pocket and she gets into her car to head home. Rafe is waiting for her at home with a wide grin. When she doesn’t return the happiness, he frowns. “What’s wrong, Sweet Pea?” he worries, rushing to bring her into his arms. Her bottom lip rests between her teeth, “I need to show you something.” He doesn’t object as she takes his hand and drags her to their room. She grabs something from under her bed, pulling out a box. The notes are revealed once she opens them. She hands them over to him for him to read. Silence falls in the room as he reads through them. His mouth purses and she sees him bite the inside of his mouth. 

“When did you start getting these?” he questions. She picks out the first one, “Last week. Do you know who sent them? Is what they say true? Is that who I am?” He drops the paper and steps closer to her, enveloping her in a hug. His lips pepper her face in kisses. “No. No. No,” he disagrees. “You aren’t a homewrecker or a slut.” “Then why is she saying these things?” she cries, starting to grow frustrated. He caresses the back of the head and leads her to sit on the bed. “I went out on a couple of dates with Tiffany about a year ago and then she fell head over heels for me. I broke up with her when she started planning our wedding after our third date. She didn’t take it well,” he explains. She looks at him through wet lashes, “So you didn’t cheat on her with me or break up with her because of me?” He wipes the tears from her eyes and runs his thumb over her cheekbones. “I didn’t. I will admit. You may not be my first love, but you are my favourite and my last.” She sighs at his confirmation and relaxes in his hold. Even though they have only been dating for six months, she has to admit that she is madly in love with him and she is glad she didn’t take him from someone else. “Now, how about we go stargaze on the trampoline while listening to the Black Eyed Peas,” he proposes, steering her to the backyard. It’s true, they are both smitten with each other and they spent the night cuddled under the stars.

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Yall stay safe im taking one for the team.

me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

Abi: It’s pretty dark in here

Y/N: Don’t worry gals, I got this!

Y/N: *Stomps their feet*

Y/N: *Sketchers light up*

Abigail:

Emma: Y/N what the fuck-

so obsessed with nick from the quarry! I love this work so much!

I am BEGGING for a Nick x Reader that's fluffy with a smidge of angst (who doesn't love angst???)

I have this idea in my mind of angst coming from his "asshole" remarks as he steady became more affected.

i love angst but angst does not love me LOL but this is a great request!! sorry this is a little short i wasn't sure on where to take this in the end. and this definitely very angsty there's little to no fluff here at all except in reader's memories LOL. you essentially replace abi, as you were with nick when he got attacked, but she's still in the story

gn!reader

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tws: angst, violence (nick grabs your wrist and doesn't let go, it leaves a mark), nick transforms & he is mean, no happy ending :(

a glimpse of him — nick furcillo

you sat in next to nick on the cold floor of the poolhouse, covered in your own blood and sweat as you stared down at him. his skin was pale, almost grey, and his eyes were turning yellow.

you knew he would be turning into one of those things sooner or later, no matter how much you didn't want to accept it. kaitlyn, dylan, ryan and abi didn't want to either. they wheeled nick around in the wheelbarrow until be was well enough to walk on his own. you still weren't sure how he was able to so quickly.

you saw as that thing pounced on top of him, digging its teeth deep into his skin. it bits scratched his clothes apart, and you wondered how he was even still alive.

of course— you were happy that he was— but you caught yourself thinking about how it was a miracle that he was still with you. the thoughts of it on top of him were tearing your mind apart, plaguing you with guilt.

'i could've done more,' you told yourself, but you tried. you did. you pulled him with you for a few moments before giving up. you wouldn't be able to haul him back to to the fire pit without being mauled too. you glanced at him sadly before leaving him behind, running off to get help for him.

you stared down at his form in front of you, biting at your cheek as he opened his eyes to look up at you. you were met with a golden yellow. you missed the sofr brown of his irises. you greeted him with a smile, trying to hide your sadness from him. "how are you doing?" you spoke softly, taking one of his hands in yours.

as you looked at him, your mind wandered to earlier that night and your shared kiss in the woods. you confessed to him then, and he had smiled so wide that his cheeks had started to hurt. he kissed you so gently and so passionately and you wanted nothing more than to go back to that moment again.

"i'm okay." he told you, adjusting his arm underneath his head. he shook out his hand as if it had fallen asleep and you couldn't help but chuckle. "did you rest any?" your question was answered with a shake of his head, and you pursed your lips. "i couldn't." he admitted after a moment. "it feels so hot." he spoke, his eyebrows furrowed. "i can move the heater?" you questioned and he nodded, letting out a heavy breath. "okay."

you stood up, stretching out your legs before you pushed the heater further away from him and turned it off. "better?" you asked him, taking your seat next to him again. "yeah." he muttered, his jaw clenched. "are you sure you're okay?" he opened his eyes again, his gaze staring daggers into you. "why do you ask so many questions?" he spat out, and you tilted your head. what had gotten into him? "i'm.. i'm sorry." you apologized. "just worried about you, that's all." you confessed, playing awkwardly with your fingers.

"then stop. i'm fine." he spoke, his voice filled with venom. "what's gotten into you?" you asked him after a few moments of sitting in an uncomfortable silence. "this isn't the nick i know." you continued, your lips pressed into a thin line. "then you don't really know me." he brushed away your question, and all you could do was stare at him in disbelief. you just shook your head. "you know what— i'll just leave you alone." you muttered, feeling completely defeated and wracked with guilt again.

before you could stand up completely, his hand grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you down next to him again. his grip was so tight, and he wouldn't let go no matter how much you pulled and wiggled. "do you like me?" he asked you, his eyes getting more yellow with every passing moment. you were scared, of whatever monster this was inside of him. "of course i do." you told him honestly, sighing. "i like you, not whatever this," you gestured to him with your free hand, "is."

"this is me."

"it's not. i know it. the you i know is gentle and kind. he's shy and he's sweet. this.. this is different. this isn't you." you insisted, and he pulled you closer. he felt even stronger than before this time.

"you know.. i never liked you. i felt bad for you. that's the only reason why i hung out with you. why i kissed you."

you froze. was he being truthful? your mind wandered to when you first met. he was awkward but he was friendly, greeting you with a warm smile. you thought back to how you fell for him. you remembered all of the children and how much they loved him. you remembered him tying every child's shoe and bandaging up their every wound with a reassuring pat on the back. you remembered everything about him that you loved and— as you stared at the man before you— you decided that this wasn't him.

but you'd be lying if you said his words didn't hurt.

"you're not yourself."

"you're so pitiful. just wanting a man's attention, and for what? you were never worth my time." he continued, completely ignoring your words as he stared into your eyes. "i never liked you." he repeated, his nails digging into your skin. "i felt bad for you because no one liked you. you were nothing. you are nothing."

you felt tears forming in your eyes and you finally freed your wrist. you stared down at it, and the outline of his fingers were etched into your skin. you took in a deep breath. "this.. isn't you." you told him.

"finally realized that i'm not the soft boy you wanted. i didn't think you were stupid, too." he let out a chuckle, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you close, looking deep into your soul.

as you stared at him, you could've swore you saw a glimpse of the nick you loved in his eyes.

without another thought on his part, he picked you up as if you were nothing and tossed you across the room, your back hitting the wall with a crack. you lifted a hand to the bade of your skull and when you pulled it away your eyes were met with blood covering your fingers. you returned your gaze to nick, who stood up with a devious smirk on his face. this wasn't him, and you knew it.

as he looked at you, standing there with menacing growls escaped his mouth, you extended a foot to pull the shotgun close to you. with a quick slide it was within your grasp and you bent down to grab it, hesitantly aiming the barrel at him with a finger on the trigger.

he would be okay if you shot him, right? he would recover with his newfound strength and powers. you stared at him with teary eyes, inhaling sharply as you shot him. you snapped your eyes shut, not wanting to see him that way. you felt sorrow and sadness as you heard his pained grunts, which soon turned back into animalistic noises.

you hesitantly returned your eyes to him just in time to see him transform. blood splattered across your face and you watched helplessly as he jumped out of the window next to you.

turning on your heel, you caught his form again before he ran completely into the treeline. "i'm sorry nick." you muttered to yourself.

you could only hope that your next reunion would be a happy one.

Sweet anime dad...uh........ok

screenshot to see ur nickname!

People call me fat I say thank you cause I don't want to be skinny. Everyone is beautiful in their own way!

Me

Wow just wow

As a guy , it just hit me.

Figured it out why rainbow quartz doesnt have black pupils

So I was watching a theory video about jasper being a successful forced jem fusion and he mentioned that when two gems fuse they have black pupils but rainbow Quartz doesn't. So that got me to think what if rainbow quartz used to be a single gem. I have this theory cuz when two gems fuse they get a whole nother name like alexandrite or sardonyx but when pearl and rose fused their name was rainbow Quartz. Now why would Quartz be in the name of a fusion when it's clear that when two gems fuse they get a whole new name? Because rainbow Quartz was once a single gem a long time ago but she didn't have two sets of eyes nor two gems. But I know what you're thinking "well maybe its cuz rose has a first and last name." And you would be right IF lapis and jaspers fusion had a first and last name. Cuz lapises last name is lazuli so if it were true that a gem with two names fused with a gem that had one that their fusion would have two names then jaspers and lapises would had two also. But malachite doesn't have two names she has one so it shouldn't have been different towards pearl and roses fusion. I fully believe in this theory it might be proven right or wrong but I'm sticking to it till the end!