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what the hell is happening in yellow jackets

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i’ve already suffered enough💔💔sharing is NOT caring…

now why would you reblog the post about jackie dying facing shauna’s side for ME to see.💔im kms

STOP if i had to suffer so did u💔

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jackieshauna is real in my heart.</3

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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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series..

softened white lies

blurbs/oneshots….

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blog recs? :)

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY (I’ve been waiting for this)

- @cameronsbabydoll (Rafe)

- @harkovsangel (Rafe)

- @blackynsupremacy (Nicholas Chavez, Clark Kent, and much more)

- @strawberries-and-lots-of-kisses (Jack Harlow)

- @rafesbabygirlx (Rafe)

- @mqyra (Rafe)

- @rafesapple (Rafe)

- @peachesofteal (Simon Riley)

- @slvbun (Rafe)

- @honey-on-your-tongue (Simon Riley)

- @drtyelvisfantasy (Rafe)

I have sooo many more but these r just off the top of my head!!

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confessions, want sex with me?

warnings- cursing, sex, being ignored by rafe

(not proof read cs i’m tired)

you had liked rafe for a while now, obviously once you both had started actually talking. oh you fell for him so quickly, you couldn’t help it…wanting the attention. he gave you too much. texted you when you were out of your art classes. knew exactly when. once all your friends got together. he’d make sure to talk to you, even sometimes offered to give you a ride. but as of lately…he’d been seemingly avoiding you. not interacting as much. not texting unless you texted first. god you hated it. you felt like you were…. messed with. but how you loved it so. wanting more. getting wet every time he practically avoided you. made you want him even more.

you quietly leaned on the hallway wall on your phone trying to find a ride. it was too late for you to feel like walking, and everyone already left or had a full car. you look up seeing rafe at the end of the hall between corridors. “rafe!!” you call out running over to him “i uh— i know it’s um really late…but…could i get a ride. i really don’t want to walk and..” rafe looked down at you raising his eyebrow “um…” he hesitated, blinking a few times, he didn’t want to. thought he was falling too deeply for you. he couldn’t have that, desirin…no needing your love. but he couldn’t let you walk by yourself. “shit…yeah…just let me get the car.” he spoke roughly, grabbing your hand gently, leading you to the front doors of the country club. “wait here.”

once he pulls up to the door, you come out with your kitten heels tapping on the stone pavement. he got out to open the door and close it for you. once getting back into the driver's side, “you good?” he asked before driving off “mhm.” you smiled softly while nodding. the smile faded when he barely made conversation with you. but oh how wet it made you… watching him drive with his biceps straining against the polo shirt? god. “so um. have you been busy lately?” “why do you ask that…?”

“well you haven’t been texting as much..” you gently muttered while his hands got tighter on the wheel, and…his cheeks seemingly getting ready “are you alright…. you… you look like you're burning up…or are you si-“ “god you don’t get it?” he spoke raising his tone “i…did i do something, rafe?” once he parked in your apartment complex parking he turned to face you “you…didn’t do anything wrong. i’m the one fucking myself over yo-” he struggles to get his words out but manages to before you cut him out, blurting it out “do you want sex with me?” . . . . ”what. jesus christ, baby doll.” “you like me….right?” he looks deeply into your eyes “yeah. i do.” “ so…you want sex with me.” “baby doll. just cause i like you doesn’t mean i want sex with you—“ “but i want to.” you pause looking at his thighs then looking back at him “i think you're sexy. i love your biceps and the way you treat me. like how you cared so much about me but then treated me so mean. it made me want to cry but so horny.” you blurted out quickly, he couldn’t tell you were blushing with how much blush you had on. “baby you… god have you even ever had sex.” you bit your lip “i…uhm….no.” “then no fucking way am i taking your virginity yet. you're too good. you can’t let me, we ain’t even dating.” “i want to. i touch myself every night thinking about you.” “baby doll, i'm no—“ you cut him off once more, but with a deep kiss. his eyes widen for a moment before giving in, grunting and moaning as you whine. your tongues start to intertwine, both of your mouths so wet but somehow out of so much breath. but you couldn’t pull away, it was your first kiss which he wouldn’t know yet. one of his hands grabs the back of your head, the other squeezing your ass. once you both pull away, he gets out grabbing his keys. once coming over to your side he helps you get out. “you want it don’t you?”

once getting into your apartment he slams the door shut, attacking your lips. ruining all of your lip gloss while pulling the scrunchie out of your hair. you whimper pawing at his shirt, which he takes off for you. then tugs at your skirt “this okay, doll?” he asked raspy yet gentle. you nod biting your lip and he starts pulling the zipper down, then slipping your ass out of it. “where’s your bedroom.” “down— the hall.” you spoke before he picked you up over his shoulder

“rafey!!!” you yelled out before he dropped you on the bed. not rough, but not gentle. he spreads your legs gently getting between them to lean down and kiss you. he starts working on your shirt, but you try to take off your bra “we can leave it on if you want.” you look up at him with doe teary eyes and nod “please..” he pulls back standing up and undoing his belt, then pulling down his pants. you could fucking see how hard he was through the boxers, his cock was slipping out of them. already soaked in pre-cum. “hey…hey. darling.” he spoke softly “ you….sure about this..? i don’t want you—“

“i want it.” he nodded then going down, face to face with your puffy pussy under the pink and white frilly panties. “mm pretty panties..” he teased but all you could do was whine “h-hrm…” he starts coaxing your underwear down your thighs. he smirks seeing the wet stains all in them, then gently kisses up your thighs. even that was already starting to stimulate you. once he made his way up to your clit, he softly starts pecking at it before sucking on it. and the way it made you moan? terrible. he was getting so hard, rutting against nothing but pure need. he sucks you exceptionally hard making you cry and scream out. so you came right there, couldn’t even take it.

“mm i'm gonna start using my fingers now, doll.” he groaned out, getting your wet all over his fingers. he starts pushing them in slowly and gently “mhm… you're doing so good.” you whined rutting against his hands, it was so much. once he curled his fingers up right there like he’d fuck you already times and times before. “f-fuck!!!!” and it got even worse once he started scissoring you open. “ra—god—oh my—!!” you cried out before he slowed for a moment. “you okay…? we can stop if you want.” he muttered against your thigh “no…please i want…” “okay baby..” he whined once he started scissoring you again.

after about 10 minutes he spat in his hand before rubbing it all over his cock “ready?” he groaned, and loud once he started slowly entering you. but you? you were loud. crying his name and mumbling incoherent words. his thick cock felt like… you couldn’t even describe. it burned but felt good in a way. “you're doing so…god damn it….good.oh fuck….” and then he pushed so far deep, it felt like something broke

“i'm gonna go faster baby…mkay…?” he whimpered out. but when he started going faster? it hurt, once he kept hitting that spot? oh it felt so good. “f-fuck. fuck. fuck. rafey!!!” so you came…really quick and he watched your orgasm star-struck, pounding your pussy through it. he gently massaged your head, kissing your neck and comforting you. pleasing you.

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HELL.FUCKING.YEAH

ditsy!reader

warnings - smut, p in v, car sex, public(ish) sex. barry is italics, rafe is bold.

the wind whips your hair around, your body shuddering as rafe speeds up a bit. you shouldn’t be, but you’re sitting in barry’s lap in the passenger seat. he’s been pulling and pushing you for the past hour, and you’re almost sure that rafe, who’s been speeding down random backroads, has been watching you while he drives. you’ve almost crashed a few times, but you’re too lost in the feeling of barry manhandling you, that you don’t even care. “feel good, mama?” barry groans, leaning back in the seat as he pulls you all the way up, so far up you’re almost sure his cock slipped out, just to push you back down as quick as he can, making you let out a moan.

rafe chuckles in the driver’s seat. “you okay, babydoll?” he doesn’t wait for an answer, just speeds up his truck. even as your breath catches in your throat, you sit there, like a dumb doll, being played with by barry. you notice rafes head turn every few minutes, eyes focused in on where barry’s cock pushes in and out. he’s not doing it consciously, he just loves to see his dolly taken care of. you light up when rafe stops the car, pulled over on the side of the road. “back.”

you smile brightly, unaware that you’re doing it until barry chuckles, pulls out of you, and pulls you out of the car with him. “wait what are we doing?” you mumble, bare feet on gravel as you look up at barry, then around at the dead road, not a soul in sight.

“get in the back, baby,” barry opens the door for you, watching you crawl in the backseat. rafes on one side, and barry’s on the other. they both come in at the same time, seemingly having talked about what they’re doing beforehand, leaving you clueless.

“we’re gonna play with you for a little bit, angel. we couldn’t wait until we got back home.”

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ditsy!reader, rafe, and barry.

summary a lazy day of weed and tv results in pure boredom from everyone in the room.

warnings mdni!! smut, reader gets used and basically passed between rafe n barry (sorry not sorry!😛), all of them are high, p in v, fingering

author’s note barry is italics, rafe is bold.

the room is hazy and warm, the smell of weed sticking to the walls. “my turn.” barry chuckles and pulls you up by your hips, a whine escaping your lips as you pull your head off his shoulder.

“man, she was in my lap for 2 minutes.” barry scoffs, watching you wobble to rafe, your legs limp and tired after being passed around for hours. you giggle as you move to sit in rafe’s lap, his hands automatically finding your waist to push you down on his cock.

rafe looks at barry as he pushes you back and forth in his lap, your eyes focused in on the tv like it’s the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen. “well, fuck you, ‘s my turn.” you turn your head back to look at rafe, a pout on your lips.

“he didn’t mean you, mama,” barry leans back, taking a drag of his blunt before passing it to rafe.

“oh. okay,” you sigh, rubbing at your eyes as rafe does whatever he wants with you.

1 hour later.

it’s barry’s turn again.

he’s had you in his lap for at least 20 minutes, your head resting on his shoulder as he moves you on his own. “wan’ another hit, doll?” you nod, lifting your head up as barry pushes the blunt between your lips. “in.” you inhale, looking down at it as you do. “out.” you turn your head to the side and blow the smoke out of your mouth at his instruction, knowing he gets upset if you blow it in his face.

“who’s turn, baby?” you furrow your brows, looking between rafe and barry, trying to decide how long you’ve been where you are. you gasp, sitting up straight “what time is it?”

“your nail appointment isn’t ’til tomorrow, angel.” rafe says, almost like he’s reading your mind. you never really knew how they did that. barry pulls out of you, lifting you up to lay you over rafe’s lap. you don’t know who’s hand slides over your back, and down your bare ass to the back of your thighs, but you didn’t really care. the hand pushes between your thighs, two fingers sliding in your soaked cunt. you let out a small whine, body tired as he pushes them in and out slowly. you’re so sensitive from the rest of the day, you didn’t even know how many times you came or when you did. but you knew when you heard barry’s voice.

“‘kay, my turn.”

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softened white lies chapter 5 preview!!(ignore typos)

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HIS GUARDIAN ANGEL..... Rafe had just killed Peterkin. In his car, troubled by his own mind, jaw set, eyes blazing. Rafe didn't remember pulling the trigger. He only remembers his panic. Peterkin's slumped, lifeless body echoed, not a figment of his imagination, but a memory etched into every fold of his brain. And everything after that was complete mayhem. Blood creased on his fingertips, grief pooling in his eyes from everything that was going on around him. But that didn't mean he wanted to be left alone. He wanted the angel from his childhood. The girl with the white feathers. Out of habit, he just kept teething. Picking at his cuticles whenever he was too far gone, too gone in the deep end of his own mind. Teeth indents, slobber coated over his fingertips with pinpricks of blood. He kept going on, biting, gnawing, sinking his teeth so roughly, he couldn't feel how smooth his fingers once used to be. Now, rough, calloused fingers, from his own internal struggle. Rafe's fingers just looked like a complete mess, smeared in his own spit and blood. He'd rather strangle himself than let someone see the state of himself. Knuckles trickling out blood from when Rafe kept punching the wall, on and on. Like he was punishing himself for what he had done. Teeth pulling at his skin, till it shred into open red. Half of the time, it was absentmindedly. He didn't want to act like a baby, didn't want to gnaw or suck on his fingers like he was an infant again. Only till the nasty taste of his own blood hit his tongue, and he would stop, glaring at his blood ridden fingers, like he was never the one who was gnawing at them seconds ago. He didn't believe in divinity. Didn't believe in Heaven. Hell, he weren't even religious. Rafe knew there was something out there. He just never cared to delve deeper into it. He knew there was a God. Or something, at least. Something close to a higher deity. Slumped on the car seat, till a hand flicks his hair back. He didn't have to look up to know who it was. The girl in white wings and an invisible halo on her head. Running her fingers through his hair. By instinct, his head falls on her lap. He didn't need to look back. Rafe didn't have to talk, to tell her what would happen, because she had already seen it. And that brought more comfort to him than anything else. Knowing he wouldn't have to go through it all again. Then he cries, because he knows there's no one to laugh. Tears brimming out his eyes, as she runs her fingers through his hair in a soothing motion, shushing him with soft words. "You're okay." The girl whispers softly as his sobs gradually go silent again. Rafe whimpers, voice breaking as his hand curls around her clothes, absentmindedly bunching them up. "I hate him." He grits out about Ward as her fingers glide over his locks. He'd never cry like that before, but this was the angel. She wouldn't laugh, she'd simply just comfort him. And he would be at peace. That's all he needed. Peace. Then moments later, he looks up. "Are you real this time?" She simply displays a smile on her face. "I've always been real." Her voice was soft, like a lullaby, the type you could listen to know and you knew you were in good hands. Tilting her head like a doll, she begins. "Don't you remember me, Rafe?" Rafe simply blankly stares at her, forgetting how to talk. She was an angel, after all.

He actually responds moments after. "You're my guardian angel." He murmurs, looking up at her, from where he was, his head on her lap. "I am." His smile fades when he speaks again, "when my mom was alive, I used to talk to you about all the dumb bad things. About my dad." Her eyes soften. "They weren't dumb things if they made you sad." His gaze hardens, "it was all in my head." The angel girl laughs, "no silly! If it was all in your head, how would I be here?". He grins at her laugh, he liked it. But he didn't like it when she called him silly. He wasn't silly. "Hey weren't you smaller?" His eyes squint, he continues. "You've grown." Her dimples show in her smile. And he feels a flutter in her chest. "So have you, Rafey." He groans hearing that nickname. "You used to call me that all the time." Her smile widens. "I did." He huffs, "I told you, I hate it." And she giggles. "And I still did it."

After a while of bantering and laughing over memories of the past days, Rafe's tone turns serious. "I see Peterkin's face when I close my eyes." Her eyes soften, tracing the edge of his face with soft fingers, unlike his calloused ones. "I know." He pauses. "I can't breathe when I think about it. Like God's choking me." She shook her head. "God is more loving than that." Rafe ponders a little, looking up at her. "So if you're real, that means God is too?" Her eyes glint, adoring his questions. "That depends on your belief, Rafey. Do you believe I'm real?" Rafe nods. "So then maybe there is a God." The angel adds on. "Or maybe you're just a dream." Rafe says, then blushes. "I don't know myself anymore." Rafe murmurs, as she tucks his hair back. "I know who you are." Her voice dripped of innocence, but she was aware of Rafe's troubles. "What?" He looks up. "When we were little, you brought me crushed lillies and asked me if I felt lonely because you were the only one who could see me." The angel says, and Rafe just listened. "And I told you, it didn't matter, because I have you." He blinks a few times. "I asked that?" She nods, "every time your dad would leave because you wanted to know if I felt the same." Rafe's throat tightens. "What did I say?" He whispers. "That someone is always watching over us." She smiles softly. "You watch over me." He suggests and she nods. "I'm your angel, Rafe."

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sarah's bsf seeing rafe jerk in the shower during a sleepover

you and sarah were both planning to prank rafe by putting gorilla glue into his hair products, like that childhood movie matilda, when she put gorilla glue in her father's hat as revenge. and sarah, wanted revenge.

both of you playfully argued over who was to do the prank. then, in the end, you were the one to take on the act.

rafe never really noticed you, and you never made an effort to do so either.

you wore your short pants, and a white shit that said "talk nerdy to me."

creeping over up, to his bedroom's shower, hearing noise that didn't sound like rafe showering.

except you could hear rafe more than you could hear the echo of water splashing against the bathtub.

this was it, you close your eyes, sighing, hoping the curtains would at least be closed.

you take a cautious peer into the bathroom, but not long enough to notice the curtains were never closed up

moments later, you take a few more steps, finally opening the door, not fully, but enough to make your presence known, just to test the waters

he wasn't facing you, back towards you, but what surprised you was the fact that he did not in fact put the curtains up.

so you were just staring at his arse as you tip toed your way to the sink, holding in a giggle at the sight of him, to find his usual hair product.

hearing a loud shaky breath that came straight from rafe's throat, you pause, tilting your head with curiosity filling your senses

then you see it: the lace trophy. your lace panties, the ones Victoria Secret bought, and it cost a lot more than most things, your name out in a breathy moan your eyes narrow clutched in between his fingers, his palm going in a slow pattern, the panties slick with his arousal and then he goes rough, head falling back. you gasp in surprise, realising he must have went through your bag.... "oi, who's there?" his voice crackles through your shock, and you quickly run off before he could further react.