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nahalism · 2 years ago

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wanted to check in on u and ask how are u 💌

also, i would like to ask how u navigate "surrendering" as an act of growth and change, especially for those challenging times where u may be reminded of weights from the past haunting u and making it hard to forgive, love, and believe in yourself. i always find healing and wisdom in the notes and thoughts u share, so i also give thanks for your presence and existence ♡

this is incredibly lovely, i appreciate the kind words <3 im blessed, ive really been enjoying taking the bitter with the sweet recently. hby??

i rly hope this doesnt sound rude, but i try to answer these as honestly as possible. imo, surrender as an act of growth and change is a contradiction. surrender is surrender, not for the sake of growth or change, but for the sake of itself. going into surrender with expectation of an outcome is almost the opposite of surrendering, because its a means to passively impose ones will, rather than allow oneself to be subjected to the will of whichever force they've chosen surrender too. navigating surrender is as simple and as difficult as letting go. let that which is, be as it is, and you, as you are, be, as you are. practising that leads to growth and change for so many reasons that im sure you'll see for yourself

as for the later part, the timing of those feelings arising may be in direct correlation to your choice to surrender. sometimes when we submit to the point of surrender, what were really asking for is to see a bigger picture, or step out of the way enough to allow for some kind of divine intervention to take place. what usually happens, is that the ego, the very thing that makes surrender appear more difficult than it is, begins to resist. whatever feelings and thoughts arise, whether anger, impatience, frustration, disappointment, self deprecation, they're only mirrors that show you where your attachment and identification to the external is most deeply rooted. so the uncomfortable feelings end up being the answer to what surrender is showing you because theyre the markers of where we need guidance the most.

not i, nor any other person but you can validate you. i can't tell you why you should let go of the past, love your self, or believe in yourself. i can tell you why i think you should, but not why you should. ygm? that said, my most sincere advice is not just to surrender, but to surrender those feelings, and if you are spiritually inclined, to pray/call on your highest self or the most high to show you the situation as they would have you see it. give thanks for their continued support in your inner inquisition, and for their guidance as you continue to surrender deeper. then give thanks for resolution of the situation. (i also think its prudent not to lean on the understanding of others during times of fast, spiritual cleansing or surrender, particularly cause ur trying to reason and understand within yourself, cause asking others can muddy the water but ill leave that to your discretion)

surrender its a process with no end, so dont be discouraged!! watching resistance and difficulty arise as you try to surrender IS the lesson for a long time. but trust, ur surrendering already whether ur aware of it or not, because surrender is really its the only way to be.

sending u love

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heartbreakfeelsogood-moved · 2 years ago

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SATURDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY WHEN THESE OPEN DOORS WERE OPEN-ENDEDDDD!! T AND I ATTACKED THE LOST ASTORIA WITH PROMISE AND PRECISION IN A MESS OF YOUTHFUL INNOCEEEENCE 📢📢📢📢

happy kell loves tiana saturday!! i am here to inform you that kell (me) loves tiana (you). were you aware? now you are. :) every day i'm so thankful for you and all the light you bring! you are ever-radiant, and i hope this past week was kind to you. i'm so fucking happy that you got to see fob, those are memories to hang onto for a lifetime, and nobody deserved such an amazing show more than you. SMOOCH MWAHMWAH 💕🩷💖

t and i 🥹🥹🥹 you are the greatest person i have ever had the pleasure of knowing, i love you a million <3 i feel thankful to even know you and blessed to call you my best friend 🩷💖💓💞💕💝💘💗 mwah!!!!

#new life goal: see fall out boy with kell. scream saturday.#scream everything but ygm #asks #thing 1 #💌

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babysdrivers · 3 years ago

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good luck for your interview tomorrow, keeley

thank you <3

#honestly not fussed if I get it or not #anything to make the job centre happy ygm #anon #💌

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aajjks · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I've been your fan for a long time and I recently stumbled upon a bookbinding video in TikTok, can I make your stories into book, 🥹? Don't worry it's for personal use only, I just would love to have a book with the best Yandere BTS stories ever!

hi honey, first of all I really appreciate you for loving my works but… I’m sorry I’m not too sure abt this… I recently had to deal w plagiarism and ALOT of other lies and stuff so I’m just paranoid… 💔

And I’m not saying that you have bad intentions or you want to plagiarise my works, of course not but I’m just not sure if I’m comfortable with the bookbinding idea ygm? I’m so sorry if I sound rude because it’s not my intention at all!

thank you! ❤️ I appreciate you loads 💌

#asks

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waywardted · 4 years ago

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hi! firstly i really want you to know this isn’t hate at all🤍 i adore your blog and your gifs so so much but i just had to type this out because the gifset you just posted upset me a little bit ngl. rebecca was literally saying she was a pedophile and grooming sam in the scene you put next to a romance movie. again i love love love your gifs a lot but i really don’t think this should be romanticized and normalized :/ sam’s brain isn’t fully developed yet and rebecca is closer to 50 than 40. he was 19 in season 1. her first instinct was to be upset and say she was grooming him. and imo she only got with him as a trauma response. it’s just not right. again - i really hope you don’t take this as hate because it’s not at all! i just got upset seeing that scene compared to a romantic comedy and i had to say something for my peace of mind. really hope you understand🤍have a really good day or night depending on where you are💌 and thank you for all you do for the fandom🥰

Hi anon! First off, I hear ya! Thanks for being so sweet as you spoke your truth, Ted would be proud 😆 I was a bit nervous to post that set cause I know s/r is a very touchy subject for many people, but I hope I tagged it appropriately so it would get filtered out for those not interested in seeing it :) The tl;dr of this answer is that the set wasn’t intended to be shippy or anti but rather just a look at the TL storyline next to the movie it’s in conversation with—especially because of the contrast you’re talking about!

Okay long version—giffing for me is first and foremost a means of processing and analyzing the show. I was watching the movie yesterday and I just really wanted to see the “resolution” of actual You’ve Got Mail side by side with Ted Lasso’s YGM plot line, particularly because they do look SO different. (Emphasis on processing cause I still don't think I'm able to fully, conclusively articulate my thoughts on it all lol.) It’s interesting of course because the realization moment is the resolution in YGM, and the movie tells us everything will be okay now despite the obstacles Kathleen and Joe have (classic romcom move). But in TL it’s really just the beginning of this pretty messy period for these two characters, and the show presents that laundry list of the reasons it can’t work long-term right there in Rebecca’s reaction.

I wanted to use the ‘I didn’t know who you were with’ line in the caption because I think it perfectly captures in its simplicity how these relationships are even allowed to happen in both TL and YGM, and how shocking it is even to the people in those relationships that they do (God, I didn’t realize! I didn’t know—!). Without the absurdity of this (beloved) romcom scenario aka the bubble of anonymity that is their internet communication, these two couples wouldn’t have happened. In YGM, it all ends up okay because Kathleen gets who she actually wanted and she’s tearfully shaking her head at, like, the luck of that. Rebecca on the other hand is unhappily blindsided, shaking her head even more vigorously at the bad (I think she’d say in that moment) luck of it. I think the visual contrast of their reactions is so interesting, and then you have Joe and Sam both being kind of encouraging and positive about it. Interesting!

There really is so much to unpack with that storyline. I’m not gonna get into the rest of their relationship’s lifecycle, but I agree with you that girl is working through some shit as we move forward! As well as learning some important things about herself that I hope make her more ready for a healthy relationship with her own self and a healthy romantic relationship with Ted :))) I hope one day we get an oral history of the show or something cause I reeeally wanna know what those writers' room conversations were like! Anyway, I am sorry to have brought distress to your dash <3 have a great day/night/weekend/etc!!

#anonymous #sam x rebecca #lol i probably didn't need to say that much but here we are

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cherrysinner · 2 months ago

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─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or "holy shit. you're him. you're MalachiConstant."

★ 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, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and 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 made a community for you’ve got mail! join it and share your thoughts on the chapters <3 i made this chapter two chapters long because i promised i’d post two chapters this week but couldn’t so hope this makes up for it!! <3

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

you'd been standing at the fountain for about ten minutes when the clock struck eleven, tapping your foot against the marble underneath your foot, looking around. for some reason, you couldn't help but get there early, to possibly catch a glimpse of your online penpal off guard.

but your eyes widened and your brows furrowed so harshly it hurt when you saw who was approaching you; surely it was an accident? surely he wasn't MalachiConstant.

"dodge?"

"hi."

"you're MalachiConstant?"

little did you know, the real MalachiConstant had frozen up in his spot only a few meters away, staring at the interaction between you and dodge.

"i think you've gotten me mistaken with someone else." dodge chuckled softly, "your scarf's coming undone." the boy mumbled, getting closer to you as he wrapped the soft red knitted scarf tighter around your neck, a small smile on his lips, "are you waiting for someone...?"

"no, no." you mumbled, clearing your throat, "i was just… i, uh, needed fresh air." you feigned a smile, looking around awkwardly, trying to see if there was anyone nearby. "well, i was heading towards the cafe. you wanna join me?" you looked around again, only to find that there was no one there.

"yeah, sure." you mumbled; you'd apologize to MalachiConstant once you got back to your dorm room, starting to walk towards the campus cafe; but as you were walking, you finally noticed something.

in the distance, a boy was walking away from your direction.

he was wearing a red shirt.

YOU: i'm sorry i didn't show up.

you stared down at your phone screen, the tip of your thumb caught between your teeth as angel snored away next to you, cuddled up to you.

MalachiConstant: it's cool

YOU: is everything okay between us?

MalachiConstant: yeah MalachiConstant: why didn't u show up tho?

you let out a small sigh, glancing between your phone screen and angel, "what do i tell him?" you mumbled, bringing your hand to stroke her soft, snow white fur. on one hand, you just happened to run into a friend. on the other hand, telling a guy that you ditched him for another guy could give him the wrong idea. You let out an irritated groan, turning back to your phone and mumbling softly, "whatever..."

YOU: i just got cold feet... YOU: i'm really sorry.

rafe looked down at his phone, letting out a scoff and shaking his head. cold feet? sure, like he hadn't seen you leaving with one of his friends. he couldn't believe it, that he'd actually, even for a moment thought that you might have feelings for him, meanwhile you were probably hooking up with dodge of all guys. if you weren't, why would you lie to him?

MalachiConstant: yeah it's whatever

YOU: it's whatever? YOU: is everything really okay between us?

MalachiConstant: yup

YOU: alright... goodnight, vonnegut boy.

MalachiConstant: night

rafe let out a humorless cough of a laugh, before switching from KildareUChats to regular texting.

RAFE: yo RAFE: lets do sumn huge tmrw

TOPPER: damn bro you not whipped anymore? TOPPER: king rafe is back TOPPER: what were u thinking

RAFE: stfu id never get whipped by some chick RAFE: im not a fucking loser simp like u RAFE: lets just fuck shit up idiot

YOU: hii, how's it going? sent 8:31am YOU: you have any plans today? sent 10:57 YOU: i'm going to a cafe with my friend :) sent 11:13 YOU: you here? sent 01:31pm

"hello, earth calling." vivian waved her hand in front of your eyes, brows raised. "what's up with you? you've been staring at your phone the entire time we've been here. is it mystery frat boy? MalachiAlways or whatever?" you pursed your lips, finally putting your phone down and letting out a sigh. you'd sent MalachiConstant messages all morning, but all of them had gone ignored, even though usually he'd message you good morning every morning.

"yeah, it's him. MalachiConstant" you sniffled, biting the inside of your cheek, "lord, what is he doing now? ignoring you again like the little bitch boy he is?" "viv!" you groaned, making the girl roll her eyes, "i don't know. i think so..." "you need to drop this guy, babes. he seems like a complete manwhore." "he's not. he has a reason to ignore me..." "yeah, and what reason would that be?"

you pursed your lips, "we were gonna meet yesterday..." you mumbled, vivian's eyes widening and a gasp leaving her lips, the girl slamming her palm against the wooden table separating you two, "what?! you met mystery frat boy and you didn't tell me?!" "i said we were going to meet yesterday. not that we met..."

"what?!" she slammed her fist against the table, "did he blow you off? was he a no-show? because if he was, i swear to god, i will find him no matter what and i am going to strangle him and cut his little-"

"i was the no-show."

"what?"

"well... i went to our meeting place, and i saw dodge. and i thought it was him, but he wasn't. but there wasn't anyone else around, so when dodge asked me to go to a cafe with him, i accepted, because i couldn't come up with a reason why i couldn't... but as we were leaving, i saw a guy wearing a red shirt walking away."

"a red shirt?"

"i told him to wear something red." you took in a deep breath, "and i think he might've seen me with dodge..." "it isn't that big of a deal! you have guy friends, so what? if you just explained it to him, i'm sure he understood."

you avoided vivian's gaze, the girl narrowing her eyes in suspicion, "you didn't." she cocked her head to the side, "don't tell me you lied-"

"i lied to him." you interrupted, a tight smile on your lips, "when he asked why i didn’t show, i told him that i got cold feet..."

"why would you do that?" vivian sighed, her brows furrowed in slight concern as she reached her hand out to place it over yours, "i'm worried about you."

"i thought... i thought that if i told him i ditched him for another guy he'd get the wrong idea. that something's going on between me and dodge."

"look, i know you're not a liar. i don't want you to become someone you're not for some guy."

"he's not just some guy, viv-" "you don't even know what he looks like!" "he gets me!" you let out a groan in exasperation, "do you know how rare that is for me? i don't get along with every guy i come across and go into bed with them when i don't even like them!"

your eyes widened at the words that you'd let out vivian letting out a shocked laugh, "wow." the pink-haired girl shook her head in exasperation, starting to get up from her seat, "viv, i'm sorry, i didn't mean-" "you know, i've done everything i could to help you with people. i've gone out of my way to look after you, to introduce you to people, and you want to shit on me for getting along with guys?" your best friend snorted, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, "it's not my fault that you can't function around people without popping pills. you're not the only person in the world who has anxiety. put on some big girl pants, find ways to cope with the fact that you're not the only person on earth, or stop whining so much."

vivian threw a ten-dollar bill onto the table, walking right past you, the bell above the entrance ringing as she slammed the door shut behind her, and you were left there hating yourself, once again wondering what the hell was wrong with you.

music was blaring, the fraternity filled with people, most of who rafe didn't even know, his head buzzing with all the alcohol he'd been drinking for the past few hours. his arm was strewn around some random girl whose name he couldn't care to remember, who kept babbling at him and the group of people surrounding them, but everything around him was just... background noise. no matter how many shots rafe threw back or how many girls clung to him, he couldn't get his mind off of her.

the stupid smile on your face as you'd texted, the way you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you bit down on your lower lip, the soft sound of your laughter, the way your eyes glimmered as you looked up at the sky...

"gonna get some air." mumbled to no one in particular, finishing his drink in one, ignoring the small whine the girl he'd been with let out as he made his way upstairs, slamming the door shut as he got into his room and made his way to the balcony.

"fuck!" rafe shouted, slamming his fist against the stone railing over and over, the booze numbing his senses so much he couldn't even feel it even when his hand started bleeding, drops of red staining the stone he'd beating his hand against, a humorless chuckle leaving his lips.

"what'd that railing ever do to your dramatic emo ass?"

rafe whipped his head around to see a pink-haired girl standing in the doorway with her head cocked to the side and brows raised as she took a chug from a bottle of vodka, the girl wearing a dress that just about reached her thighs, the color matching her hair. topper's perpetual situationship and the best friend of the girl he couldn't stop thinking about.

"the fuck you want?"

"don't worry, i'm not here to interrupt your brooding time." the girl rolled her eyes, stepping closer to the railing, rafe's eyes narrowing, "just needed air." "what, topper or some other guy obsessed with you not giving you attention?"

"god, you sound just like someone i know." the girl chuckled, starting to draw patterns on the railing, taking a chug of vodka before holding it out to rafe, the boy taking it without saying a word, taking a large swig before giving it back to the girl, "i fucking hate fighting with someone i love."

"i get the feeling." rafe shook his head slightly, "what'd you have a fight about?"

"one of my friends pretty much told me that i'm a slut." vivian chuckled humorlessly, "well if the shoe fits." rafe mumbled, the girl punching him on his arm. "i know i'm promiscuous. i know i'm a party girl and i fuck a lot of people. but the thing is, it feels like a confirmation that the person you care about the most in the world agrees with the worst thoughts you've ever had of yourself." vivian took another large swig from the glass bottle before passing it onto rafe, in turn taking his own swig, "i said some shitty things too and i regret it. i just fucking hate all of this. it tears me apart."

"well, if it makes you feel any better," rafe took a large swig of vodka again before passing it on to vivian and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, "i'm also a huge slut."

"tell me something i don't know." vivian snorted, taking another drink.

"well, something you don't know is that i actually thought i found someone who got me." rafe shook his head with a quiet laugh and looked up at the sky, "we actually talked to each other for the first time right here. but it turns out she probably doesn't give a shit about me."

"what do you mean?" vivian looked up at him with furrowed brows.

"i was gonna go see her, but when i went to our meeting place, she was there with another guy, and left with him. then when i asked her about it, she lied. so i'm pretty sure he's hooking up with him and i'm the biggest fucking idiot on planet earth."

the gears in vivian's head turned, until the small smile on her lips slowly vanished when she finally realized why the story was so familiar. "holy shit." she mumbled, eyes as wide as saucers, "you're him."

"what?"

"you're MalachiConstant."

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cherrysinner · 2 months ago

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─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or him seeing you with someone else.

★ 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.

★ author's note.ᐟ i might be posting another chapter in a few days hehe,,, i've been thinking about making a post about the kind of outfits this reader wears, lmk if you'd be interested!!

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

YOU: you there? sent at 10am YOU: i miss talking to you. sent at 1pm YOU: i'm booooreeeed :( sent at 4pm YOU: sorry if i'm bothering you :) sent at 6pm YOU: sry i'll stop now!!! sent at 8pm YOU: i miss you... sent two minutes ago YOU: sorryyy, im a bit tips. sent now

you frowned as you looked down at your phone. everything felt like shit. emilia was off to talk with rafe, and you could see vivian making out with topper, the boy's back pressed against the tree, everyone else having someone to talk to, or even be in the presence of. everyone except for you, and the pitiful plastic cup that consisted of 75% vodka, 10% of some random punch and 15% of diet coke in your hand.

"am i pathetic?" you asked the fire blazing in front of you, taking a long chug from your mug. you already knew the answer. the guy you possibly liked was ignoring you, meanwhile everyone else was shoving their tongues down each other's throats. it felt like you were the only person in the universe.

"probably." a voice appeared next to you, nearly making you choke on your drink. you looked to your left side as you coughed, trying to get rid of the itch in your throat, seeing that someone had pulled up a chair right next to yours, making your eyes widen.

"who-" you coughed, "are you?" you held your breath, hoping that it'd help, only for the boy to bend you forward slightly, slapping your back a few times, "breathe in." he commanded, and you did so, "breathe out."

after a few more times of doing that, you started to feel slightly better, able to finally speak without having to cough. "thanks..." you said softly, "uh, who are you?"

"i'm dodge." the dark-haired boy flashed you a smile, "can i ask you, what's your name, and why do you think you're pathetic?"

you told him your name, taking a moment to think of an answer to his second question, "well... all of my friends have someone they're with right now. one of my friends is with a guy she swears she hates but ends up getting with all the time, and another is with a guy who i'm pretty sure has a crush on her."

"then just go and mingle." the dark-haired boy shrugged, like talking to people was the easiest thing in the world. for a lot of people, it was. not you. "drunk people love socializing. someone would probably be willing to listen their ear off about… the history of cars, or something."

"i'm terrible at it. i swear, i'd accidentally end up offending them in some way." you shook your head, "i have pretty bad anxiety. i see a large group of people and it's like... i stop functioning." "you're in a large group of people right now. look around." you did as dodge said, chuckling as you looked around the clearing. you were surrounded by people. couples making out, people hanging out in groups, people by the fire... yet you didn't feel as anxious as you always do.

"i take beta blockers, and since alcohol is a depressant, it relieves my anxiety and lowers my inhibitions, meaning-" "-that you'll feel good after a few drinks but if you keep drinking more, you'll start to go down and eventually feel like crap." the boy finishes your sentence for you, and you cock your head to the side with a slight smile, "you're a lot smarter than most frat boys."

"and you're a lot smarter than most pathetic people." "i take it back," you nudge dodge to his side, "you're awful." "i think you like it." he grinned. "only because my inhibitions are lowered by alcohol." you rolled your eyes, "but tomorrow i'm gonna have the worst case of hangxiety and avoid you like the plague." "you're a cruel woman."

you laughed, shaking your head and looking to the fire, taking an absentminded sip of your drink, "y'know, people tell me that i'm smart, but for some reason, i've never really been able to figure out why i feel different than others." "well, how are you different?" "to the people around me… it seems to come so easily to just talk to people. to connect with someone. but i feel like i can't connect to people at all."

"i mean, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses." the boy shrugged, "you're bad at socializing but i bet you're good at other things." "well, there's one thing i can tell you're not good at, dodge." "oh yeah? what's that?" the boy raised his brows in amusement, "pep talks."

MEANWHILE...

emilia sat down onto the chair next to rafe's, handing him a beer while taking a sip of her own. she leaned back on her chair, tsk'ing, "so, uh, why'd you wanna talk to me?" "oh." rafe chuckled under his breath, turning to her, "you just seem like a cool girl. a cool person."

"oh. thanks." emilia said with a tight smile, taking a long swig of her beer, "so, what are you into?" "mostly football and partying." he chuckled, "i do read sometimes, but don't go around telling that to people 'cause i'm probably gonna get shit on."

"i wont." emilia chuckled softly, "but one of my friends recommended this one bookstore to me. i can send you the address if you give me your number or your snapchat or kildareuchats user."

rafe tsked, "i would, but... i pretty much fucked up my phone this morning." "what? how? you drop it into the toilet or something?" emilia chuckled. "no, no." rafe shook his head humorously, "i fell into the water and didn't even realize it was in my pocket... it was a whole thing. now my phone is sitting in a bowl of rice."

"let's hope for the best." emilia chuckled, stretching her arms over her head, and that was when rafe noticed the logo on emilia's shirt, narrowing his eyes as he thought back to the list of music AnnabelLee had recommended.

fleetwood mac - rhiannon

"fleetwood mac." rafe said quietly, "what?" emilia asked, "fleetwood mac. on your shirt." the boy gestured to the cut-up shirt she was wearing, making emilia laugh, "oh, yeah. i borrowed it from my friend who's a big fan of them. i like them too, but she's obsessed with them. especially stevie nicks."

"who's your friend...?"

"oh, she's here with us." emilia says, looking around, until she finally spots you. and then rafe spots you, talking to another guy, a smile on your face and your body practically pressed against his side. you threw your head back in laughter, before focusing back on the boy you were with, leaning close to him. rafe tries to focus on emilia; AnnabelLee, the girl he's somehow fallen for without seeing her face or talking to her in person... but for some reason, he feels his his gut twisting whenever he thinks about the girl he'd talked to twice, a girl who pretty much got him thrown into a lake talking to another guy. flirting with another guy.

"can i... can i ask you a question?" rafe cleared his throat, "it might be a weird." "yeah, go ahead." emilia smiled, "does your friend have a cat?"

rafe's question made emilia chuckle, "that is a weird question." she stated, "but yeah, she does." emilia smiled at rafe, "her name is angel. she's white, but she has heterochromia. one of her eyes is blue and the other is green."

rafe's face went pale. white cat with one blue eye and one green eye... his mind went back to the one night when he'd gotten drunk and he'd asked you what the cat you'd told him lives with you in your dorm looked like.

she's white, fluffy and has one blue eye and one green eye. she's also a pain in the ass, but i still love her. when the puzzle pieces finally fell into position, rafe's head turned to where you'd been in record time.

only to find that you were no longer there.

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cherrysinner · 3 months ago

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─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or the drive to the cabin.

★ 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.

★ author's note.ᐟ WARNING: ANXIETY ATTACK!!! also i’m considering posting this series twice a week so lmk if you’d like for me to post it once or twice a week <3

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

MalachiConstant: yo poe girl MalachiConstant: send me some road trip tracks for a four hour drive MalachiConstant: no taylor swift, lana del rey or olivia rodrigo

YOU: hey! what's wrong with those?

MalachiConstant: accidentally put on bbm baby and almost got shot on sight

YOU: bbm baby? who are you trying to impress?

MalachiConstant: girls ;)

YOU: figures. slut.

MalachiConstant: just send me random five tracks you like and i'll add them onto my road trip playlist

YOU: rina sawayama - an eye for an eye YOU: fleetwood mac - rhiannon YOU: peach prc - josh YOU: king princess - pain YOU: abba - voulez-vous

MalachiConstant: and will i get fun of for these?

YOU: oh 100%!

MalachiConstant: sadistic woman

YOU: you love it.

"is that all you're bringing?" vivian furrowed her brows as the three of you walked towards the parking lot, referring to the duffel bag you were dragging along with you, the girl herself having brought a suitcase that matched the color of her hair. "c'mon viv. you've known her for years and you still don't know that all she needs is underwear, one book per day and enough changes of clothes to not be thought of as 'unhygienic' and all of them likely are just a pair of different colored leggings and a sweatshirt." emilia shrugged.

"hey!" you exclaimed in offence, your lips now in a slight frown. "am i wrong?" emilia asked, "did you even bring a swimsuit?" vivian asked overdramatically, her brows raised in question, and you didn't even need to answer; the pout on your lips was enough of an answer. "come on! vivian exclaimed, bumping into you. "you're lucky i know the kind of crap you like to pull and brought two slutty swimsuits."

a g-wagon became visible to you three, topper and his friend rafe leaning against it, both wearing sunglasses. "they look like douchebags." emilia said, holding the copy of edgar allan poe's selected poems you'd loaned to her to block the sun, making you grin, "em, they don't look like douchebags. they are douchebags."

"hello, ladies!" topper exclaimed, and even though he addressed all three of you, his eyes remained on vivian, the girl simply looking at anywhere but at him while he took his suitcase and put it into the back, "viv, do you wanna sit in the front with-"

"i'd rather stab my eye out." she said bluntly, yet topper's excited smile didn't waver, "alright, you three can have girl time in the back while rafe and i sit in the front."

a few hours in, vivian pulled one of your earplugs out of your ear while you were in the middle of reading, nudging you in excitement, "wha-" "it's our song! topper, turn the volume up!" she interrupted your sentence, basically bouncing in her seat, the boy (obviously) doing as she told him to.

"does your mum still buy your clothes 'cause I know you're still at home you're getting too old all your moneys rolled up your nose"

"peach..." you mumbled under your breath as vivian hummed along to the artist you introduced to her, "our part is coming up!" she exclaimed in excitement, nudging your shoulder

and i don't wanna talk when you're knockin' off drunk at four o'clock i thought you were blocked...

"FUCK OFF STOP CALLING ME JOSH!" the three of you shouted in unision before bursting into laughter. "are you three insane?" topper's friend chuckled. "yes!" emilia shouted back.

when the car pulled up in front of the lake house, the gravel driveway was filled with people, and as everyone got out of the car, you stayed seated, your nails pressing into the palm of your hand, clenching your jaw, resisting the urge to tug on your own hair. when vivian noticed this, she handed the bags she'd been holding to topper, getting back into the car with a rush.

"hey." she said softly, yet your eyes remained on the group of people outside the cabin, watching as what you counted as fifteen different people interacted together, your heart beating against your chest. "hey." vivian said again, forcing your hands apart, the indents of your nails still visible on the palm of your hand, "close your eyes."

you did as the girl said, forcing your moist eyelids to close as she squeezed your hand, "nothing exists outside of us. nothing matters outside of us. nobody's looking at you."

"what's going on?" rafe nudged topper when he saw what was happening in the car, the pink haired girl's hands cupping your head, "i don't question viv. she just does random shit and i obey whatever she says. come on." topper simply shrugged, rafe hesitantly following him inside.

"you're not there anymore. no one will hurt you. no one will say anything about you." vivian pressed a kiss on your forehead, your heartbeat slowing down, your breathing getting back to normal, "if they do i'm roundhouse kicking them in the throat." the girl's words made you chuckle softly as you took in a deep breath, opening your eyes and looking at her, tears still lingering on your lashes, "are you good to go inside now?" she asked, and you nodded in response.

rafe sat at the bonfire some of the guys had set up, yet his eyes were on the dark-haired girl sitting with viv and their third friend, a joint between her fingers.

he'd only gotten a glimpse of the title of the book she'd been reading in the car earlier, but when she'd set it down on a dresser inside of the cabin, rafe was able to see it in its entirety. the raven and other selected poems. by edgar allan poe.

the book, the song... it was all starting to add up.

the girl laughed, throwing her head back, and rafe's eyes narrowed. he was starting to picture her sitting in her dorm room with a cat purring in her lap, writing messages to him on her laptop.

rafe cameron was sure that vivian's friend emilia was AnnabelLee.

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cherrysinner · 4 months ago

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─── 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.

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 NOW A SERIES! 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.

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cherrysinner · 4 months ago

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─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or reader going to a football game.

★ 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.

★ author's note.ᐟ and we’re back!! hi hi hi. sorry for no new part last week, i was busy as hell. ANYWAY we’re finally meeting reader’s friends !! also guess who managed to finish three different fics today… whew.

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

for the next two weeks, not a day went by that you didn't talk to MalachiConstant; the screen time on your phone almost having doubled. most of the time it was just surface-level stuff; talking about your days, about your interests... but at night, it... changed. it became genuine. real. like you were sitting under the stars together, talking about things that actually mattered.

MalachiConstant: y'know MalachiConstant: sometimes i kinda worry that i'm disappointing everyone around me

YOU: how come?

MalachiConstant: idk MalachiConstant: i feel like i'm fucking shit up all the time MalachiConstant: like i'm a screw up and disappoint everyone

YOU: well, i don't know if it helps, but.. YOU: you haven't disappointed me :).

MalachiConstant: knocking on wood

now, you were sitting with your friends at lunch, occasionally glancing down at your phone screen as if beckoning for the stranger to message you, your lips pursed in thought as the group around you kept chatting, wondering why the boy hadn't texted you all day.

"hey, everything okay?" one of your friends, zainab, asked, looking at you with widened eyes, startling you out of your little reverie. you turned to the girl sitting next to you, feigning a small smile, "yeah, everything's okay."

"she's being ghoooosteed." vivian teased you, causing you to roll your eyes.

"ghosted? by who?" emilia asked with excitement, vivian's statement clearly having piqued both her and zainab's interest.

"it's no one."

"she's lying." vivian grinned, drinking some of her iced latte, "she met someone on that website i recommended. kildareuchats. she told me they've been talking for a few weeks now."

"viv, i told you not to say anything." you groaned, hiding your face in your hand, feeling your cheeks warming up, your next words coming out in an awkward mutter, "only reason i told you was because you saw me text him in the first place..."

"whatever. the important thing is," vivian grinned widely, "our friend here thinks that he's a member of the football team."

"how do you figure that?" zainab asked, and you threw your hands up in slight frustration, "well, i don't know it for sure!" you said, "but he keeps talking about how he has practice, and... he does know a lot about football."

"hot. you're e-dating a football player. who would've thought?" emilia snorted, making you throw a singular fry her way. "i'm pretty sure they have a game tonight."

"oooh, we should go support your boyfriend." zainab squeezed your shoulder and you could feel your face turn warm with embarrassment, "we're not going. and he's not my boyfriend..."

"i can't believe i let you three talk me into this..." you grumbled under your breath, pulling your coat closer to your body, feeling the chilly autumn air in your bones as you sat on the bleachers, watching the game you understood nothing about; when you were younger, your father tried to get you into sports, but most of the time you simply snuck in a book so you wouldn't actually have to focus on it.

"don't try to play pretend." vivian nudged your shoulder and drank out of her slushie, "we all know you're dying to see your cyber-boyfriend."

"again, he's not my boyfriend."

"but you wish he was. bet you've already made him in the sims, and you two have a brood of pixel-kids."

"i don't even know what he looks like."

"well, if it is someone from the football team, he's gotta be at least semi-attractive. have you seen their group picture?" emilia snorted, "everyone is somewhere between seven and ten."

"it's definitely not thornton." vivian snorted, "dude has the emotional capacity of a slinky."

"viv, you do know that that's a dig on yourself?" you raised your brows, "don't think any of us forgot what happened between you two."

"jokes on you." the pink-haired girl stuck her tongue out at you, "i've already forgotten all about it."

"that's what happens when you spike your slushie with vodka."

"don't act like you could focus on this shit sober. besides, this is not about who i've slept with. this is about who you're dying to sleep with." vivian winked and took another sip of her slushie.

"well," you pursed your lips in thought, "he's in a fraternity."'

"that does narrow it a little bit..." zainab mumbled, "maybe maybank? i mean, you did have a crush on him for like, the entirety of freshman year."

"it wasn't a crush!" you held your hands up, "it was... a mere fascination. he had nice hair."

"ah, yes. you were having wet dreams about his hair." vivian snorted, and you smacked her forearm, pursing your lips into a pout as you looked at the field, "how about... mason? he's got that whole broody, mysterious smart guy vibe going for him. he definitely reads vonnegut."

"dodge is a pretty valid option. though, i don't know if chatrooms are his style." emilia tsked, "what about the captain? cameron?"

that suggestion caused vivian to snort and smack the other girl's shoulder, "rafe cameron? yeah, he definitely isn't the type to do that. i think his longest relationship was when a girl accidentally fell asleep in his bed after they hooked up, and he was too drunk to kick her out."

your eyes went to number 9, the name 'cameron' written above his number, making you shake your head and look away before you spoke quietly, "this is stupid. i don't need to know who he is. i don't want to know who he is." vivian wrapped her arm around your shoulder, tugging you close in a comforting gesture; you knew there was truth to your words, but you also knew that the reason you didn't want to know the identity of MalachiConstant was that you knew he'd be disappointed to know who you truly are. to know, that the girl he'd called witty and funny several times actually couldn't tell a joke without stuttering.

after the football game ended with your team winning, the four of you were making your way away from the field, only to hear someone calling out behind you

"viv! vivian, wait up!"

you turned your head to look at who was so eager to talk to your friend, a small snort leaving your lips, nudging vivian's side, "viv, it's your slinky." your friend looked at you with furrowed brows, following your line of sight to topper, the girl letting out an exasperated groan, "is it too late to hide?"

"hey, viv." topper gave the girl a lopsided grin that he surely thought was charming, his face slightly red from the game, "you came."

"most of the school came." vivian gave the boy a narrow, feigned smile before taking another slurp out of her slushie, "whatcha want, thornton?"

"well," the blonde scratched the back of his head while emilia, zainab and you grinned at one another, a strange contrast to the unamused expression on the pink-haired girl's face, "we're having a party, at our frat house. you should come if you feel like it."

"i'll think about it."

"you can bring your friends." topper glanced at the three of you briefly before his focus was fully on vivian once again, "hope to see you there."

"maybe." vivian said, turning around and continuing to walk away, the three of you following behind her, trying your best to control your laughter, "don't say a thing." she warned.

"come on, you've gotta come with me." vivian pouted, spinning around in your office chair, "i can't go alone, z doesn't do parties and em has an essay to finish."

"you know i don't do parties either." you mumbled, absentmindedly stroking angel's soft fur while shopping online for a birthday gift for vivian, "i think i'd suffer a stroke if i even tried to go to a frat party, of all things."

"please! i can't go alone, because then i'll end up hooking up with topper again."

"then just don't go."

"but then i'll have fomo! you know i love parties, i live for-"

YOU HAVE RECEIVED A MESSAGE ON KILDAREUCHATS FROM MalachiConstant. CLICK HERE TO OPEN.

you tuned out everything vivian was saying, instantly clicking the pop-up.

MalachiConstant: whatcha up to?

YOU: nothing much. YOU: trying to stop this annoying wasp from buzzing in my ear

MalachiConstant: a... wasp?

YOU: my friend. YOU: she's trying to get me to go to a party with her. YOU: it's essentially a babysitting gig, though.

MalachiConstant: one party won't hurt you MalachiConstant: wallflower

YOU: how do you know? YOU: what if i have a stroke the moment i step foot into that place?

MalachiConstant: c'mon MalachiConstant: what do you have to lose?

YOU: my dignity.

MalachiConstant: ah, yes. the dignified grandma. MalachiConstant: hey, if the party sucks you can just stand in some corner and send me messages MalachiConstant: might not answer immediately cause i also have a party

YOU: oooh, another frat party?

MalachiConstant: you know me so well MalachiConstant: i dare you to go, poe girl

YOU: this isn't elementary school.

MalachiConstant: i triple-dog dare you

you pursed your lips in thought, looking to vivian and narrowing your eyes at the girl, a pleading look on her face. you groaned, shaking your head in defeat and rolling your eyes, "fine, i'll come with you. but i have nothing to wear."

"don't worry." vivian jumped up from her seat with a victorious smile, ruffling your hair, "you're lucky i'm your fairy slut-mother. with piles and piles of slutty dresses and skirts. i'll go get us something to wear!"

you watched as the girl made her way out of your dorm, her long hair bouncing along with her "nothing too slutty!" you called out after her, before turning back to your computer.

YOU: if i die, i'm blaming you.

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cherrysinner · 4 months ago

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─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or rafe drunk messaging reader.

★ 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.

★ author's note.ᐟ since y'all wanted it; i'm making this into a series! i'm gonna get at least one part out per week, trying to do it more often but i've been a busy woman lately. next part is gonna be more narration-heavy! warning; purposeful typos ahead.

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

most friday nights, you usually ended up sitting in front of your laptop and studying, and this friday was no different. your head was hurting, and you could almost feel your eyes starting to blur from all the assignments you'd been working on. letting out a small sigh, your eyes wandered to the bookmark on the corner of the screen titled 'kildareuchats'.

"let's take a little break, shall we?" you mumbled at angel, the white cat purring in her sleep. letting out a small chuckle, you clicked the bookmark, leading you to the website.

CLICK HERE TO LOG IN TO KILDAREUCHATS

you clicked the link once again and were led to the home page, biting down on your lower lip as you read the text on it. this time, instead of just the option to chat with a stranger, you were also able to chat with... the stranger.

WELCOME BACK AnnabelLee! FRIENDS: 1 ONLINE: 1 CLICK HERE TO CHAT WITH MalachiConstant! CLICK HERE TO CHAT WITH A RANDOM STRANGER!

"should we do it?" you mumbled quietly to angel, pursing your lips. "fuck it." you chuckle, clicking the button to chat with the stranger you'd connected with a week before.

KILDAREUCHATS IS REQUESTING MalachiConstant TO CHAT...

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

you honestly didn't know what to say to him. maybe it wouldn't feel as natural as it felt last time? maybe he forgot who you were? maybe he'd just decided that you weren't really worth to know? clenching your jaw and taking a deep breath, you typed a message to him, regretting it the moment you hit 'enter', feeling like it was the most awkward thing you could've ever sent, but just as you were about to start hitting your head against the wall, he wrote back.

YOU: hey there!

MalachiConstant: ayeeee itss poe grl!!!! MalachiConstant: how are you

YOU: i'm good! i went out to eat with a few of my friends and now i'm doing psych homework. :) it's kind of kicking my ass.

MalachiConstant: r u psyched MalachiConstant: to be doing psych honework?

YOU: geez, man... your puns are LAME.

MalachiConstant: sry sry MalachiConstant: whatd u est?

YOU: we went for sushi! YOU: the buffet's really cheap before 6pm.

MalachiConstant: siunds goos

YOU: are you okay?

MalachiConstant: sure MalachiConstant: can you tell me wha t youre cat looks like?

YOU: sure. she's white, fluffy and has one blue eye and one green eye. she's also a pain in the ass, but i still love her. YOU: are you sure you're okay?

MalachiConstant: yrs,

it was as if a lightbulb was lit up over your head, making you realize what was up with the sudden typos in the boy's texts, a small snort leaving your lips. angel lifted her head up on the bed, looking at you with her green-blue eyes and what definitely looked like a grimace on her furry face.

"sorry, stinky." you whispered softly, stroking her fur for a short moment before turning back to the computer, "go back to sleep."

YOU: are you drunk?

MalachiConstant: no??? MalachiConstant: why do yoy think that

YOU: because the way you type reminds me of popeye if his thing was a pint and not spinach. YOU: be honest.

MalachiConstant: ok MalachiConstant: im just a bit tipsy

YOU: if you're 'just a bit tipsy' then i'm sasquatch.

MalachiConstant: thought we establishwd tgat!!

YOU: so, was there a 'hot party' you actually managed to attend tonight?

MalachiConstant: yes MalachiConstant: we hada party

YOU: your fraternity?

MalachiConstant: u know its okay to call it a frat right MalachiConstant: no need to use the goverbnent name

YOU: okay frat god! YOU: my friends actually went to one tonight. YOU: they asked me to come, but i think we both know parties aren't my thing at this point.

MalachiConstant: whatttttt MalachiConstant: you shouldve MalachiConstant: it mightve been our partu

YOU: and that would've been the worst thing on planet earth.

MalachiConstant: what do you meaaaan :((( MalachiConstant: we mightve locked eyes across the room MalachiConstant: and instantky recognize each other

YOU: you definitely would've recognized me within seconds. YOU: my personal style is really close to 'librarian chic' and i doubt that's very common at frat(ernity) parties. YOU: i would've stuck out like a sore thumb, meanwhile, you were probably one of the hundred-something guys wearing a backwards cap.

MalachiConstant: wow youre soo different MalachiConstant: sorry i said that bc the cap thigng hit home

YOU: i'm not saying that to be different! i love girls that are confident in their own style. YOU: i just feel the most confident when i wear something my grandma would wear.

MalachiConstant: understabdanle MalachiConstant: how was ur chem test=??

YOU: you remembered that?

MalachiConstant: of course MalachiConstant: its you!!

you tried to bite down the smile that was threatening to take over your lips, bringing your hand to your warmening cheek before shaking your head and rolling your eyes as if you were trying to shake away the thoughts running through your head.

YOU: it went well. i aced it. :)

MalachiConstant: way to go!!! kbew u woud MalachiConstant: thats my girl!!

YOU: frat god, be honest, are you still drinking? YOU: because you're starting to seem even drunker.

MalachiConstant: jssst a lil bit MalachiConstant: i havw this weurd convoction nect to me MalachiConstant: n im getting soeepy

YOU: go to sleep!!! and stop drinking. YOU: you're gonna wake up with the worst hangover ever.

MalachiConstant: nuh uh MalachiConstant: my worsy hangovwr was waking up in a rsndom state 4 hrs away MalachiConstant: at least im in bed rn MalachiConstant: and talkinf to u is more fun

YOU: jesus. YOU: a random state??? four hours away??? YOU: human wreck much?

MalachiConstant: yolo!

YOU: pretty sure no one has said that since 2016. YOU: go to sleep, human wreck!!!

MalachiConstant: make me...

YOU: goodnight, weird vonnegut frat boy

MalachiConstant: eyeroll MalachiConstant: goodnght weird poe gorl

YOU HAVE LOGGED OUT OF KILDAREUCHATS

your head hit the pillow, the yellow lights of the fairy lights you'd hung up reflecting in your eyes. "he's such a weirdo." you chuckled softly and shook your head.

meanwhile rafe was laying in his bed, still able to feel the boom of the bass on the floorboards, music still blaring downstairs. he downed the mysterious liquid he'd poured into his cup and grinned, his muscular arms behind his head.

"she's such a weirdo."

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─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or don't fuck it up rafe.

★ 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.

★ author's note.ᐟ i dislike the use of y/n and avoid it all costs BUT it was required here.

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

'overheard at friday's party: football team captain and fraternity president with the initials r.c was telling a certain pink-haired party girl that he's secretly into some chick he met online who he hasn't even met. he goes by MalachiConstant. no one seems to know who the mystery girl is.'

your eyes widened as you re-read the post, starting to put the pieces together... you turned to look to vivian with your jaw clenched in anger, unable to bite your tongue.

"rafe cameron is MalachiConstant? and you knew?"

"come on..." vivian sighed as you stood up from your seat, "it's not how you think it is." "it's not? then what is it, then?" you raised your brows, your hands on your hips, "how long have you known?"

"i swear, i only found out on friday." vivian reached out for your hand, to stop you, the girl looking up at you pleadingly, her brows scrunched up, "i would've told you, i swear, but rafe told me he wanted to do it himself. babes. just sit down and let's talk about this after class, okay?"

"no, no..." you sighed, your next words coming out in a mumble, your ears ringing too much for you to be able to form a coherent sentence. "i- i need some air. see you later."

no one aside from vivian and zainab even glanced your way as you rushed out of the classroom, gripping the strap of your satchel as your heart was beating against your chest, the edges of your vision blurred by tears. as you made your way through the corridors, no one paid any attention, like you weren't even there. like you were invisible.

you'd never skipped a single lecture before; that day, there wasn't even one lecture that you attended. as soon as you'd escaped the confines of the suffocating classroom, you'd made your way to the girls' dormitory, angel rubbing herself against your calf. you let out a sniffle, picking the white cat into your arms as you sat down at the edge of the bed, pressing a kiss on her soft head.

by six-thirty, rafe had been sitting at the fountain for the past fourty-five minutes. ever since he saw that post on KildareUBlindItems, rafe knew you wouldn't come to meet him, but a part of him had hoped that you would.

rafe threw a pebble into the water fountain, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips before he buried his head in his hands, the balls of his hands pressing against his eyes.

"you're waiting for her, aren't you?"

rafe pulled his hands away from his face and straightened his back as he noticed dodge standing in front of him. rafe cleared his throat, furrowing his brows, "what're you talking about?"

"MalachiConstant. that's you, isn't it?"

"yeah." rafe mumbled, "guess everyone knows it's me." "well, they weren't exactly vague in their description." dodge ran a hand through his hair, "you know, y/n mentioned you once." "what?" "i ran into her one time right here. she asked me if i was MalachiConstant. she's the girl, isn't she?" rafe nodded, without saying another word. "don't fuck it up. see you around, rafe." dodge shrugged, before walking away.

don't fuck it up, rafe.

you were laid in bed, the covers pulled up to your ears, your fingers slowly running through angel's fur as the cat slept, completely content. there was a soft knock on your door that you ignored, up until you heard a key being fitted into the lock.

your dorm room was swung open and you narrowed your eyes at the pink-haired girl who walked into your room, angel's head turning to face vivian; the white-furred cat jumped off the bed, making her way towards the girl who'd dubbed herself angel's 'cat aunt'. "traitor..." you mumbled under your breath.

"you can't bury yourself under your blanket, y'know?" vivian said, pressing kisses on angel's tiny head, "have you talked to him?" "to who?" "to rafe, dumbass." the girl seated herself at the edge of your bed, her hand going to stroke your hair as the other held your cat to her chest.

"why would i have?"

"because you just found out that he's the guy you like."

you groaned, sitting up in bed, "rafe is not the guy i like. i like MalachiConstant." "newsflash, babe, MalachiConstant is rafe. you like rafe."

you sighed, biting down on your lower lip, "but aren't you the one who's always told me that he's a... complete manwhore that doesn't care about anyone?" "yes, but..." vivian pressed her eyes closed and took in a deep breath before opening them and looking at you, taking your hand in hers, "maybe i was wrong."

"why do you think that?" you raised your brows, "because... the other night, when i found out that he was the guy you were talking to... rafe talked about you the way you talk about him. like you were the eighth wonder of the world. rafe... the way he looked when i even mentioned you... that's how you look when you talk about him. the way you feel towards rafe is the way he feels towards you." she tucked a strand of stray hair behind your ear, "i don't even think he's hooked up with anyone in ages. simply because there's only one girl that's on his mind. he couldn't care less about anyone else."

"do you... do you think i should go talk to him?"

"only you can decide that." vivian smiled at you, "but i already told him that if he hurts you, i'd cut his dick off."

it was nearly eleven pm, yet you were marching towards kappa sigma; the fraternity rafe cameron was the president of, in nothing but a pair of snoopy-themed pajama pants and a fleetwood mac themed t-shirt, a pair of bunny slippers on your feet.

rain poured down on you, ruining your hair and making your clothing stick to your skin, mud becoming your slippers' best friend; but you were on a mission.

a part of you thought that maybe you should've changed before you started walking towards the fraternity, but another part told you that in the twenty minutes it would've taken for you to find a nice enough outfit, you would've convinced yourself that you definitely shouldn't go meet up with him.

when you got to the fraternity, for once, there wasn't some privileged dickhead judging everyone who wanted to enter. slowly, quietly, you pushed the door open.

rafe was sitting in the living room of the fraternity, surrounded by his brothers, a blue bong being passed out amongst them. after rafe had taken a hit, he'd passed it off to the next person, and finally... someone had gained enough confidence to ask something he'd expected for the entire day.

"so, are you MalachiConstant?" the boy asked, following it with, "i mean, it is pretty clear that you're him. did you actually fall for someone you've never fucked, let alone kissed or met?"

rafe should've just told them the truth. rafe should've just said that it was none of their business who he was into. that they don't know what true connection is like.

but all he said was, "nah." rafe shook his head, laughing, "you think i'd fall for some chick without even knowing who she is? i'm not some fucking incel loser. i can get laid whenever i want. why would i wait for some random chick on the internet?"

"well." you chuckled, standing at the doorway leading into the fraternity's living room, rafe's head snapping to you, looking like a deer in headlights when he noticed your presence. you looked straight at him, "i guess i have nothing to say to you. MalachiConstant."

you turned around, rafe's ears filling with the sound of alarm bells, blocking out all the laughter and mockery that his fraternity brothers were letting out.

"don't fuck it up rafe. don't fuck it up rafe. don't fuck it up rafe."

the sentence echoed throughout rafe's brain, and he was unable to contain himself, the boy getting on his feet, rushing after you, all the words his friends had said to him turning into nonsense. for once, he listened to his heart.

"wait!" he called out, grabbing your arm, forcing you to turn around to face him, your eyes glistening with tears, "what do you want? i thought you didn't need a random chick you met on the internet in order to feel like a badass?" you scoffed.

"i'm an idiot." was the only thing rafe said before he closed the distance, pressing his lips on yours.

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cherrysinner · 21 days ago

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─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or the end.

★ 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.

★ author's note.ᐟ i can’t believe that this is the last chapter… this series has been going on for over three months now and i’m so grateful for all of you <3 i’ll be posting an epilogue that takes place some time after this, but if you guys are interested, i am open to writing requests about ygm!reader and frat!rafe in the future!

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

"oh, yeah." rafe chuckled softly, "we have a game tomorrow, and i was wondering if you were coming." "vivian mentioned it earlier," you nodded, "i dunno, i mean, i don't really know anything about football." you chuckled breathily, "and... i have a lot of homework..."

"yeah, yeah. i get that..." rafe mumbled, before clearing his throat, "i... i really want you to come." your eyes widened, "you do?" "yeah. i do." he smiled softly, holding the shoe box out to you, "you could even wear this. if you want to. if you're not too busy."

you took the shoe box he was offering to you and opened it, seeing a folded piece of fabric. "what's this?" you chuckled softly, placing the shoe box down on your bed as you unfolded it.

"it's my jersey. i've seen some of the guys loan them to... uh, girls." "how many girls have you loaned it out to?" you chuckled playfully as you admired it, "none. just you." rafe shrugged. you placed the jersey down, turning to rafe and taking a deep breath, a small smile on your lips, "well, maybe you'll see me there. and maybe i'll wear that."

as rafe was about to turn to leave, you took hold of his wrist and he turned back to you, "but if i come to the game, you better win it." you got on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"he wants you to wear his jerseyyy? how cuuute." vivian cooed teasingly, taking a bite out of a piece of cake, the four of you sitting a cafe after your lectures were over, "don't tease her for being excited." zainab nudged vivian's shoulder.

"isn't it super public, though? for me to go to the game wearing his shirt." you purse your lips. "he said he's never let a girl wear it to one of their games."

"mmm, that's true. everyone except rafe has given their jersey to some girl to wear. it's a big deal, babes." "don't intimidate her, viv." "i'm not trying to intimidate her! she should know what she's getting into. everyone's gonna be watching you."

"what… what does that mean?"

"as soon as one person at that stupid game notices you're wearing cameron's shirt, they're telling their friends and then sending it over to KildareUBlindItems. in fifteen to thirty minutes, even the people who aren't at that game will know."

"funny how fast you can calculate yet you failed math." emilia rolled her eyes, "that's because math class is irrelevant. this is the important kind of math."

"so if i wear his shirt… everyone's gonna know that there's something going on between us? i didn't even think about that. i can't have that many people look at me." your brows knitted together. eyes, everywhere. looking at you, judging you, thinking you weren't good enough…

"don't you dare even start that." vivian grabbed your hand, squeezing it. you turned to her, your lower lip stuck between your teeth, a coppery taste in your mouth, "rafe wants you to go. you want to go, correct?" you nodded, "then the rest is irrelevant. besides, you're gonna watch the game with us. if someone stares at you i’ll just throw my slushie at them."

your lips quirked up slightly; you knew vivian wasn't kidding. "speaking of the game," emilia cleared her throat "i… i kinda asked my crush to sit with us during the game."

"what?" your eyes widened, a teasing tone lacing your tone "you finally talked to the girl you've liked since freshman year? the one you've never told a thing about to us?" "yes, that one." emilia rolled her eyes, "but it's no big deal. just be nice? it's just a friend thing, for now."

YOU: should we switch over to normal texting?

MalachiConstant: nah. this is more fun.

YOU: if you insist :p

MalachiConstant: so, have you made up your mind?

YOU: about…?

MalachiConstant: that's not funny

YOU: :p YOU: I might be coming. guess you'll see.

MalachiConstant: well, if you are, we usually have a party after we go home.

MalachiConstant: you should be my date

YOU: you're that sure you're gonna win?

MalachiConstant: if you come watch us, we're definitely winning MalachiConstant: but if you don't, we're definitely losing, i'll be too sad to focus on the game

YOU: you're so dramatic.

MalachiConstant: it's a fact

you laughed softly, putting your phone down onto the bed. angel looked at you, her different-colored eyes fixed on the smile on your face as if it disturbed her.

"i've got a date tonight. with a football captain." you cooed, giving her head a scratch, the cat closing her eyes and leaning into the touch, "who would've thought."

"so, who do you guys think em's gonna bring?" vivian took a sip from her slushie, wiggling her brows. by now, the stands were nearly packed, the game scheduled to start in less than ten minutes.

you, zainab and vivian had only just gotten to the stands five minutes ago, but based on the whispers and occasional glances you kept receiving, people had noticed the number nine on the front of your shirt, along with the number and the name ‘cameron’ on the back of it. without a word, you took vivian's slushie, grimacing when you tasted the vodka through the cherry-flavored icy drink, having counted on the girl's words that she couldn't take having to watch a college football game sober.

"you feel better now?" vivian raised her brows teasingly once you finally handed the cup back to her. you stuck your thumb up, feigning a smile through your burning throat.

"hi, guys."

you looked up to see emilia standing there with a sheepish smile, her cheeks slightly red. next to her, stood a blonde, brown-eyed girl, a small smile on her lips. vivian let out a gasp, looking between emilia and the girl.

"this is sarah cameron." before you could even get a word in, your pink-haired best friend had already jumped to her feet, "you're rafe's sister, aren't you?" "guilty. you guys know him?" the girl chuckled softly. "she does." vivian said with a shit-eating grin and gestured to the shirt you were wearing, and as soon as she saw the number nine on the team's jersey, sarah smiled, "you're her. huh."

"sorry?"

"nothing. it's nice to meet you." the girl held out her hand for you to shake, and you did, telling her your own name, trying not to overthink her words.

shortly after emilia and sarah had sat down, cheers erupted all around you, KildareU’s football team running onto the field led by rafe, the boy looking around until he finally spotted you, a wide grin taking over his lips when he saw what you were wearing.

you smiled and waved at him, rafe lifting his hand and waving right back at you, both of you blissfully unaware of the eyes fixed on you; like always, it was like it was just the two of you.

cheers erupted around the stands as soon as the buzzer rang out signifying the end of the game. to be honest, you didn't know much about football, and you really hadn't paid attention to the game even if you did; the entire time your eyes were on rafe, and whenever he'd so much as glance your way, you could feel your heart doing a backflip in your chest.

you and your friends were leaving the stands when you felt someone's large hand wrap around your wrist, tugging you back, spinning you around so you were facing them.

you let out a hiccup as soon as you were faced with rafe, your eyes wide, the reaction making rafe let out a chuckle. he was breathing heavily, his face covered with a sheen of sweat, but a pleased grin still lingered on his lips, "what, you were just gonna leave without congratulating me?"

"shut up." you gently smack his chest, "i was gonna congratulate you at the party. your team's waiting for you." "this is more important. you wore my shirt." there was genuine fondness in his tone as he spoke, and you could feel your cheeks warming up. "i wore it. and you won."

"thanks to you." rafe tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "you're gonna have to come to all of my games from now on if you want us to keep winning."

"maybe i do." you pursed your lips. "come on, lover girl!" you heard vivian call out behind you, reminding you that your friends were still waiting for you. "i'll see you at the party tonight." you stated, pressing a kiss on rafe's cheek before turning around and running to your friends, rafe watching you with a wide smile on his face.

despite being surrounded by his friends, rafe kept looking over their shoulders, trying to see if he could spot you, his eyes occasionally flickering to his rolex as if it would somehow make you magically appear in front of him. the conversation going on around him went in through one ear and out the other.

"c'mon, man." topper slapped rafe's shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts "why aren't you celebrating?" even though the party had been going on for a few hours now, rafe had spent the better part of the past hour nursing his second beer, "i'm waiting for someone." he mumbled, nudging topper off of him.

"who are you waiting for?" a familiar voice rang out from behind him.

rafe turned around to where the question had come from, and he was faced with you standing there with your head cocked to the side, a coy smile playing on your lips. you'd switched from the jersey into a dress that was the same shade of maroon as their team color.

"you. obviously."

"whoa, rafe, who's this? she your girlfriend?" jonathan, one of his teammates asked, his friends turning to face you. you chuckled softly, "no, we're not—"

"yeah, she's my girlfriend." rafe interrupted you, unable to help the grin that took over his face when he saw the way your eyes widened. his hand slipped to your waist, and the boy pulled you into his side, not letting go of you through the entire night, no matter who came up to him; and whenever someone asked him who you were, he didn't stutter.

"she's my girlfriend."

BONUS:

after the party, rafe was walking you back to your dorm, his fingers intertwined with yours while his coat was wrapped around you, a pleasant buzz still making your tongue a bit loose as cicadas chirped around you.

"you know, i don't mind if you didn't mean what you said."

"what did i say?" rafe furrowed his brows.

"you know," you kicked some of the gravel, "the stuff about me being your girlfriend and everything." when those words left your mouth, rafe stopped in his tracks, your eyes widening as you turned to face him, "what?" you chuckled softly.

rafe's warm hands cupped your cheeks, the boy bringing his face down closer to yours, your heart feeling like it was going to beat right out of your chest, his lips only inches away from yours.

"i meant it. i wanna be with you." rafe whispered, before closing the small remaining distance between you. his lips were warm and soft, your hands snaking onto his torso, pulling him into you.

the yellow streetlight over you flickered as you pulled away from the kiss with a smile so wide it was starting to hurt your cheeks. "say yes." he whispered softly, his calloused thumb stroking your cheek.

"yes."

THE END…?

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