kokonutsands

[kokonutsands]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

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

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

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

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, 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 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.

[kokonutsands]

how do we feel abt 6ft tall, hot, literature intelligent, would die for u type of guys?

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happy eid mubarak everyone!!

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[kokonutsands]

KØKONUT's MASTERLIST !

fanfiction (obx and more):

01: tides of legacy - rafe x fem!reader

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song vibe imagines:

01: all night long - beyonce (rafe cameron)

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moodboards:

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[kokonutsands]

"All Night" by Beyoncé is romantic, emotional, and deeply soulful. It’s about love, vulnerability, healing, and finding peace in a connection. The song has a sense of intimacy and timelessness, with soft passion and a feeling of growth through love.

A quiet pinky promise under the soft glow of the setting sun. In those small, sacred moments, love is everything—raw, vulnerable, and real. Just like a promise made without words, it’s the connection that heals, even when the world feels like it’s falling apart.

With Rafe, it’s not about the wealth or the legacy. It’s about the promises we make, the trust we share, and the quiet peace we find in each other. No rules, just us.

[kokonutsands]

[kokonutsands]

“he’s more than just the rich, privileged guy—he’s someone who’s looking for something real and different.”

#tides of legacy ; Rafe Cameron x fem!reader ; old money meets salt air.

summary : On Kildare Island, you connect with Rafe Cameron, a man trapped by his family’s wealth and expectations. As you offer him a chance at something real, you both find a bond that goes beyond money and status.

You had always heard the stories—the ones whispered about the Cameron family. They were part of Kildare Island, like the history of old money that never faded. The kind of wealth that didn’t just buy fancy things, but also time. Time to hold onto things even after they stopped being important. Time to hide secrets so deep, they’d be lost to the ocean.

You were different. Your family wasn’t like that. Your house was smaller, perched on the cliffs where the sea crashed against the rocks below. Everything about your life felt different from his. But somehow, here you were, standing with Rafe on the back patio of the Cameron mansion. Your fingers gently holding a glass of champagne as the sun set. Rafe was beside you, his eyes dark, staring out at the horizon.

"Beautiful, isn’t it?" you said softly, knowing what the answer would be. The estate stretched out beneath you, and the ocean went on forever.

Rafe didn’t answer right away. He wasn’t the type to speak if he didn’t need to, and you could tell he wasn’t really looking at the ocean. His eyes were on you, the way they always were when he thought you weren’t noticing.

"Yeah," he finally said, his voice quiet. "I guess it is."

You studied him, wondering where the carefree boy from the past had gone. Now, all you saw was a man weighed down by his family’s expectations—old money, old rules.

"You don’t have to keep pretending," you said softly. "You don’t owe this place anything."

Rafe turned to you, his eyes sharp. "You think I want to be stuck here, don’t you?" His voice was edgy, but underneath it, you could hear something sad.

"I think you want more than this," you said quietly. "More than what they want you to be."

His laugh was bitter. "Yeah, well, you don’t always get what you want, do you?"

There was a moment of silence between you. The sound of the waves crashing was the only noise.

"I’m not like them," he said, his voice softer, but still heavy with the burden of his last name.

"You never were," you replied, reaching out to touch his hand. "But you don’t have to be like them to be something special."

For a brief moment, his eyes softened. It felt like he was really seeing you for the first time. Like, in that moment, you weren’t just an outsider in his world, but someone who belonged by his side.

[kokonutsands]

moving to another country in 2 months !! so excited to start over.

[kokonutsands]

#køkonut !! 🥥 / ✧ teen with an old soul. timeless. 𝟕𝟕𝟕.

☀️ sun-kissed dreamer / vanilla-scented & always in silver ✧

martinis on the rocks, rafe cameron’s girl. designer that never ages. matcha in hand, 24/7

animal lover first, human second. soft florals & salt air.

romantically unattached (?) , rafe cameron lookalike competition in my bedroom !

summer nights, old money elegance, barefoot on the beach.

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01 : masterlist !

02: rules !

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