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[angelshxt]

yall how tf do yall edit your pics?? Like genuinely asking

because im literally over stressing tf out of looking for pics that match the vibe of the fic 😭

PLEASE HELPPPP

[yawnzshit]

IF THIS SHOW GIVES ME RAFE AND KIARA TOGETHER I WILL LITERALLY ****** THE WRITERS ( still mad about jj btw. )

RAFE DOESN'T NEED A RELATIONSHIP, the guy needs THERAPY!!!!

[rana030]

The level of unprofessionalism is crazy

[baxradic]

🩷 MORE BEHIND THE SCENES WITH BAX 🩷

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Bubbaaaaa🫶🏻

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Sunflowers- R.C

❥summary: Rafe takes you on a date to the sunflower fields for your anniversary.

❥pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

❥word count: 1,196

❥warnings: really none, this is just pure cute fluffiness that came to mind after seeing the prompt idea from @creativepromptsforwriting <3

It was your third anniversary with Rafe, and he had been telling you all week that he had a surprise day planned for the two of you.

You sit in your room, finishing up your makeup, mind drifting off to all the things he could possibly have planned for y'all.

You stand from in front of your vanity, slipping on your sundress and sandals, spraying yourself with your favorite perfume and grabbing your phone to text Rafe that you were ready.

Y/N: Hey baby, i'm ready whenever you want to head this way<3 Love you!

You quickly hit send, locking your phone and stuffing it in your purse along with your house key.

You make your way down the stairs, sitting yourself on the couch as you wait on your boyfriend to arrive.

You scroll through Instagram for a few minutes, passing the time when you finally hear a knock at the door.

You can't contain the excitement rushing through you as you make your way towards the door, pulling it open quickly and being greeted by Rafe.

"Hi baby, I bought you these" he says, smiling widely as he holds out a bouquet of beautiful flowers for you.

"Thank you baby" you say, grabbing the flowers from his hands and smelling them as you make your way into your kitchen in search of a vase to put them in.

"You're welcome, I want to make today as special as I can for my special girl."

You grab a vase from a cabinet, filling it with water and placing in the flowers.

Rafe moves behind you, wrapping his arms softly around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder, placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

"You ready to go baby? It's about an hour drive to where we're going."

You turn yourself in his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist as well and lifting on your toes to place a kiss to his lips.

"Let's get going then, Cameron"

Rafe chuckles at your excitement, placing one more kiss to your lips before lacing his fingers with yours and walking out the front door and to his truck.

He opens the passenger door for you, helping you inside before shutting it and jogging to the driver side.

Once inside, he makes sure you're buckled in and comfortable before he places the truck in drive, pulling out of your driveway and driving towards the highway.

"Can you at least give me a hint as to where we're going?" you plead, puppy dog eyes on full effect with your bottom lip stuck out.

Rafe glances at you before putting his eyes back on the road, letting out a slight chuckle at your impatience.

"No, baby. It wouldn't be a surprise then. I think you'll enjoy it, you've only talked about doin' this for months now"

You let out a huff, sinking into the seat and staring out at the road in front of you.

You let your mind wander, thinking of all the possible places Rafe could be taking you. There was a lot you had planned on doing with him, a lot of things that you would thoroughly enjoy.

-

An hour passes by quickly, and Rafe turns onto a road that leads to one of the most beautiful sunflower fields in North Carolina.

You turn to face him, eyes wide with a smile on your face.

"Are you taking me to the sunflower fields?" You ask excitedly.

You had been wanting to go see the sunflowers with him for a few months now, always talking with him about the beautiful sunflower fields you had found on Instagram one day, how you would love to visit and have a nice picnic with him amongst all the beautiful sunflowers.

Rafe turns to face you, a wide smile on his face and eyes full of adoration for you.

"Yes baby, we're going to the sunflower fields."

You begin to excitedly clap, jumping up and down in your seat as you see the beautiful, bright yellow flowers coming into view.

Rafe drives into the parking lot, throwing his truck in park and hopping out, rushing to your side and opening your door for you.

He grabs your hand, helping you out of the vehicle and lacing your fingers together.

"Oh my gosh, Rafe they're so beautiful!" you exclaim, dragging him into the fields with you.

Rafe smiles widely at your excitement, loving the look of pure joy on your face as you walk through the sunflowers together.

"They are very beautiful, but not as beautiful as you are. Happy anniversary, baby."

You can't contain the tears forming in your eyes, the overwhelming amount of love you felt for Rafe in this moment consuming you.

"Hey, don't cry baby." Rafe says softly, wiping a tear that had fallen off your face.

"They're happy tears! I'm just so happy. I'm in my happy place, with my favorite person, I just can't believe you put this together. Thank you, Rafey"

Rafe feels his heart warm. He had never felt so much love from anyone in his entire life until he met you. You were perfect for him, and he would do anything in his power to keep you smiling for the rest of time.

"You're welcome y/n/n. I have more, but first, I know you probably want some pictures, and I know you are itching to pick some, so let's do that first."

-

The two of you spend the next hour taking pictures and picking sunflowers. Once you're satisfied with the flowers you've picked, and all the pictures you'd taken, Rafe helps you put the flowers in his truck before moving to the backseat of his truck and pulling out a large blanket and a wicker basket.

"What's all this?" You ask, wondering what more he could have had up his sleeve for the day.

"Well, you always said you wanted to picnic in the sunflower fields, so, that's what we're doing."

You follow Rafe closely behind, finding the perfect spot to lay out the blanket and set up all the food and wine he had brought for the two of you.

The two of you sit on the blanket, indulging in all the delicious food and wine that Rafe has brought, talking about your plans for the future, and enjoying each other's company.

"Rafe, thank you so much for today. I am seriously so lucky to have you in my life"

"I'm the lucky one, Y/N. You saved me, you have shown me more love in the three years we've been together than i've ever been shown in my entire life, and i'm forever grateful for that. I love you."

You can't help but tear up at his words, your heart warming at the sight of the man in front of you.

You press a soft, loving kiss to his lips, laying your head in his lap as he plays with your hair.

"I love you too, Rafe."

He plants one final kiss to your lips, fingers combing through your hair softly as the two of you sit and watch the sun sink below the skyline.

taglist: @runningfrom2am @madelynie @ivy-34 @aemondsgirlfriend @whore-4-drewstarkey

lmk if you want to be added to my Rafe taglist<3

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⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ This wassss soooo adorableee!!🥹🤍

[shawnhtsy]

Pls I want him!!

[angelshxt]

!! ZACH MOTHERFUCKING MACLERAN 😮‍💨🗣️ !!

[ played by the babe himself, DREW fucking STARKEY ]

[angelshxt]

Not one of my favvv authors reblogging my writing 🤭🤭 totally fangirling soooo hard rn-

@sevenwivesofrafecameron Literally adore her work 🫀🧸

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౨ৎ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

Keep "SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE LINES" PG-13? [ꕤ]

Add some heated spice to Reader and Rafe's dynamic? [⚠︎]

「 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 」

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RAFE CAMERON x ROUTLEDGE!READER[f]

SYNOPSIS: Kooks and Pogues. Two tribes, one island. That’s how it’s always been, and that’s how it always will be. I thought it was obvious, for the crew it was pogues for life— risking nothing for everything. But, never in a million years did I believe that one day our destiny was bound to collide. That everything would soon crumble beneath my fingertips— stuck somewhere between the lines of want and need. But, the question is, where do we go from here?

WARNINGS: …LOADING

| FILLER CHAPTER: 𓆉 |

「 SMUT: ☼ | ANGST: 𖠋 | FLUFF: ꕤ 」

𖤘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏

𓇼 CHAPTER 1

FROM THE BEGINNING : two : three

𓇼 CHAPTER 2 [𓆉]

POINT BLANK

𓇼 CHAPTER 3

THE LUCKY COMPASS

𓇼 CHAPTER 4

THE FORBIDDEN ZONE

𓇼 CHAPTER 5

SPY GAMES

𓇼 CHAPTER 6

MIDSUMMERS

𓇼 CHAPTER 7 |

PARCEL 6

𓇼 CHAPTER 8

DEAD CALM

𓇼 CHAPTER 9

THE RUNWAY

𓇼 CHAPTER 10

THE BELL TOWER

𓇼 CHAPTER 11

THE PHANTOM

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆟

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RAFE CAMERON x ROUTLEDGE!READER[f]

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Just like every other story, it starts from the beginning....

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE.....loading

EPISODE 1 • PILOT • PART 1 | 2 | 3

「 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 」

“LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER—“

“Aye, pass me my shirt will ya?" I called out from below the deck, my hands doing much to block my eyes from the hot summer sun— hair messily wrapped into a bun as strands linger besides my freckled cheeks. The ocean breeze presses light kisses against my sunburned skin, sending shivers down my spine.

The blonde lifts the cloth from his lap, dropping it below as the fabric lands onto my palms. I slipped my arms through the holes of my tank top, “Gotta head out in a few, I have a shift at the auto shop.”

JJ sticks his bottom lip out, frowning.“Just call in sick for today, I’m sure no one’s going to need a mechanic right now, right?” He reasoned, before placing his lips against the opening of the can. I exhaled wearily, “Yeah well, someone needs to put food on the table tonight right?”

John B balances on the tip of the roof, arms flying out from beside him, a can of alcohol on one hand, and a foot dangling off of the edge.

"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" Pope pressed the button on the electric tool that rested on his palms, "I give you a one-in-three chance of survival." He continues to estimate, the sun getting in his sight. John B hums, licking his index finger and holding it in front of him— "Hm, should I do it?" He wonders, glancing down towards Pope and I.

A sigh leaves my lips as I turn away from the daring brunette. JJ squints his eye to prevent the burning rays of the hot summer sun, watching in amusement as his two best friends dare each other. "Yeah you should do it." Pope agrees, lifting the tool up in the air and pointing it towards John B. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

"You'll shoot me?" John B questions, pointing his finger at Pope in a handgun motion, letting out mimicked gun noises. I shook my head, hands resting on my hip, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth, "John Booker Routledge, I swear to God— If you plummet to your death, I will make sure to revive you, so I’ll strangle you myself, understand?" I glared at my baby brother, earning a quick air kiss.

"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." Kiara complains, appearing under the many construction ladders— dropping her hands down with an eye roll.

"Of course they are. Why wouldn't they?" JJ smirks, mocking Kiara. Dangling his feet over the ledge of the wooden surface. "This used to be a turtle habitat but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" She shrugs, lifting her head up at the brunette on the roof , "I can't have cold towels." JJ jokes, pulling a giggle from my throat.

"Hey!" I forced myself to stop, although a smirk remained on my lips, "I care about the turtles!" I nodded, barely convincing Kie.

"Can you please not kill your self?" She worries, giving John B. a sloppy half smile— painted with sarcasm. I lean my torso against the white wooden railings, facing towards the salty blue sea— my denim shorts skimming up my thigh just a little.

"Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one." JJ informed, sipping into his can of white claw as he gazed at my figure from behind.

"Yeah bro, you don't know how much 2 boxes of white claw-" My sentence barely made it out, John B yells, "Whoa!" Wet substances landing on my calves and a bang following after. "Oh shit." He mutters, purposefully dropping the can of beer JJ and I warned him not to.

I yelped, twirling around as I wiped the liquid with the palm of my hands. "Great job not dropping it, shit head." I muttered, loud enough to let the brunette hear.

"Of course you did like right when-"

"Smooth."

John B groans, his hands stretched in a frustrated motion. "A-plus." Pope says, sauntering towards the side of the house— getting a better view of the road side. I peek my head out the same way he did, "Dumbass." Kiara muttered to John B. My eyes rolled in disappointment to find a white vehicle, "Hey!" The doors to the car widened as a man in a security uniform pops out.

"Hey, uh- security's here." Pope announces, his breath hitches at the sight of two old men. He taps against the wooden railing, "Ah, just in time." I smiled, grasping Pope's forearm and tugging him in the direction of the entranceway. "Boys are early today." John B says from above the house, attention towards the security guards.

“Let’s wrap it up, c’mon.”

"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll." JJ exclaims, rolling away from the ledge and making his way down with John B by his side. I let out a breathy howl, "Less goo!" I shrieked, lightly shoving Kiara and Pope before me. "Let's go boys." Kiara grinned, the three of us like sitting ducks as we wait for the other two pogues.

"C'mon, c'mon!"

"Gary is that you?" JJ queried from above the lift, torso hanging over the ledge. Pope apprehensively awaited their presence to join us below, "JJ c'mon man!” He adjured. My head shook from left to right, though a playful yet mischievous grin stood upon my face. “Gary, good to see you man!”

“Is it time?” John B. smirked, flushing me against his side as we’d dart towards the rest of the pogues. “JJ!” Gary’s voice, the poor security guard, had echoed past the open doors and into the currently constructed home. “Ready to get outta here?” Propping my hand between us, he tightly threads his fingers through mine, “Hell yeah!”

“Whooo!!”

Our crew soon found ourselves scampering and dodging past the construction ladders and down the many flights of stairs— seemingly like obstacles. Shrieking and howling like wild, but free, animals— all bouncing from wall to wall as it’d echoe into complete mischievousness.

Adrenaline coursed through our veins, allowing every muscle in our bodies to act swiftly. However, our group quickly disassembled from one another, causing JJ and I to pair.

Both of the guards suddenly appeared by the open entrances, restricting us from exiting the building— one held his arms open, seemingly waiting to tackle any of us possible. “I got him!” So close, and yet so far, he managed to let JJ slip through his grasp, “Not much of a hugger man!” JJ had smirked— a fit of laughter erupted from my belly as I’d watched him veer past the man.

“C’mon Pope! Jump man!” I’d urged for him to quicken his movements while JJ and I turned the corner. My feet had stumbled against each other, sending me past the newly built fencing— however, it’d only caused me to topple against Pope’s back.

“Get up, fatso’s coming.” JJ laughed.

“Shit!” My fingers gripped onto whatever could be grasped, practically dragging the fallen boy by his biceps. “DUDE! Help yourself-“

A familiar bunky van, one I’ve grown to absolutely love, suddenly pulls into our view. Kiara occupied the back, hand resting on the door handle as she’d wait for the three of us to join her. “Bus is leaving!” The blaring sound of the Twinkie’s horn, promptly brought us to bolt past the van doors and into our escape— shoving Pope before me, I’d immediately heaved myself behind him.

“Go, go, go!” The vehicle rumbles to life beneath our feet, successfully escaping from the possibilities of serving jail time for trespassing. The pogues' laughter filled the air once again, smiles that went from ear to ear, mirroring each other. But, we weren’t off the hook just yet, nope. Gary had still been on our tail.

“Hey, hey! Hey! Hey!”

Every muscle that contained my body, throbbed with ache— however, it seemed to be yet another daily escape for us pogues. Deep puffs of air exited my lungs, as sweat trickled against my hairlines, alongside other places I wouldn’t feel comfortable naming [yikes]. I’d peer out the opening of the van, only to catch a glimpse of Gary.

“Check out Gary, gunnin’ for a raise.” Pope remarked, a teasing grin stretched upon the corner of his lips— settling against the space behind John B. JJ rises from a slouched position, “Come on Gary.” He’d add, shifting towards the vacant area besides Kie— “Wait. Slow down, slow down.” JJ insists, prompting a smirk to tug on the muscles of my cheeks— quickly sneaking a can of warm alcohol into the palm of his hands, in which he raises a brow in confusion.

I winked, shaking my head from left to right, as the two other pogues watched the scene unfold before them. JJ gripped onto the grab handle, securing himself from tumbling out of the vehicle. Gary swung his arms in the air, attempting to grasp onto the Twinkie, “Hey! You little pricks!”

Kiara’s eyes held no remorse despite her words, though her smile was a way to prove it, “You’re gonna give him a heart attack!” She’d attempted to remain as intimidating as possible. Ignored. My eyes rolled, crossing my forearms over my chest as I assured her to her dismay, “Oh please, he’s fine”.

In front of us, JJ waves the can of beer towards Gary’s towards us, seemingly taunting him—“You’re so close! You can do it!” He encouraged, suddenly tossing the beverage into the hands of the security guard— in which he'd surprisingly caught.

“There you go!”

Propping my arm over the nape of JJ’s neck, I found myself beside him— joining in on his idea of fun. He’d glance at the minimal space between us, causing me to beam at him. I’d switched my gaze onto Gary, “Aw man, they don’t pay you enough for this shit dude!” I remarked, before creeping into the gap between the front seats— slouching against the chipped leather seats, besides my little brother.

Perceiving the beautiful chaos that pervaded each corner of the Twinkie, I’d slump against the car door, so my back was pressed up against the vehicle’s barrier, and my torso towards the drivers seat— I couldn’t help but admire the little things that unfolded upon me, from the joyous laughter that filled my ears to the smiles that can be seen from a mile away. My family. My beautiful chaos.

Alright…

I suppose I shall start from the beginning… Well, not really. But ya got the point right?

….Right?

Anyways…

Welcome to the Outerbanks.

Paradise on Earth.

it's the sort of place where you either have

two jobs or two houses.

Two tribes, one island.

The briny Kildare breeze engulfed my whole being, as we’d head towards the bridge that bonded both sides of the island. I’d situate my arms against the window seal of the car, laying my forearms flatly against each other— lazily resting my head over them. I couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly was completing this undeniable feeling of summer— but I knew, being surrounded by the people I love the most was enough for it to always be an undeniable feeling.

Say hello to Figure Eight, the rich side of the island.

Home of the Kooks.

Also, the home of snakes..

So, you better watch out, there are plenty of them.

John B guided us past the ghost of what’s supposed to be ours. And what soon will be ours. Beautifully well-kept two storied southern homes neighbored each other, each at least hundreds of yards away. Some gated. Most filled with maintenance, maids, and servants. Special servants. All while the riches bathed in thousands of gold.

So, guess where we DON’T live..

The scenery had soon left as fast as it came. The once greatly maintained island instantly shifted into a filthy low land. Debris had been dumped on the side of the road, or hanging off neighborhood trees that were neglected— just like the rest of us— and had grown a couple inches of vines.

The walls that made up each home appeared to hang on by a thread, as the wood soon decayed and the roof looked about ready to meet the ground— most of which seemed abandoned. On our side, we had a different story to tell, and I’m sure our homes made it obvious.

Goodbye land of the rich, hello South Side.

Or The Cut.

Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters.. All the ups and down, you name it.

It also happens to be the natural habit of… drumroll please..

THE POGUES.

All at once, it seemed every piece of little adventure flooded my mind— varying from our simple hang outs on the HMS Pogue, only accompanying each other with our silence, to the chaos we’d storm up wherever we’d go. I found myself tilting my head to the side, getting a quick glance of the Pogues, as well as my baby brother.

Suddenly, I’d thought of the time we’d all tackled John B on the HMS Pogue, our laughter filled the empty marsh, as we’d settle against each other's embrace and talk about every simple thing in the world— somehow, it was everything that I’d ever wanted. Just being here, with my little poguies..

Speaking of, I should probably introduce you to one of the most astonishing—yet insane— people in the whole world… Let’s see, who shall I start with?

— Ah, yes. JJ, my little loco. The ace of the group, and the craze of every touron in the island. But, better known as JJ Maybank— and possibly the best surfer I know, just don’t tell him that. He’s about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta- holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water, y’know the usual. 

Mild kleptomaniac… oh, and a future tax cheat.

Then, there’s Kie. My forever Pogue princess, Kiara Carrera. The richest one out of all of us, she’s got a heart of gold, and a personality of steel— Personally, that’s what I love about her. When she’s not saving turtles or listening to Marley, or getting matching dolphin tattoos with me, she hangs out with us. I’m not really sure why, though. 

Her family owns The Wreck, this Outer Banks institution. Total cash cow with the tourists— I mean I definitely get tipped more than I do at the auto shop. 

I’m gonna be honest though, I’m not really sure how her parents feel about us. Well, at least with me, I’m their waitress, a hardworking one at best… The boys however, they all got a thing for the Pogue princess, can you blame them though? Absolute beauty.

And may I present the brains of the operation? Mr. Pope Heyward. My favorite Einstein and my very own personal Spencer Reid— except he doesn’t always have an IQ of 187 and can’t read 2,000 words per minute, but still he’s my intelligent best friend.. And finalist for Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship.  

Despite our age difference, Pope and I are still the closest ones in the group— besides, John B and I obviously. He and I seemed to share our love for books and literature, well it’s more him than me. Little bit of a weirdo, but that’s always the best part about him. 

His father’s this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you want on this island, he could get for you— Bobby Heyward, the man of possibilities. Now, I’m not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn’t matter. He was a Pogue, just like the rest of us. 

And last but certainly not the least, my annoyingly reckless baby brother, John Booker Routledge. He’s my entire world, my partner in crime, and practically the leader of the family. And as of right now, the only person that I have. Even if I want to hold him in a choke hold for his stupid decisions, I love him with my entire heart. 

Oh, and you can’t forget the greatest Pogue of all, most may call her the Queen of Pogues.. But, I prefer to be called by my name, Y/N Nova Routledge. 

That’s my crew.

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౨ৎ—• Dear angels,

down below are the films and people I wrote for, most of them are on hiatus, some of them are currently focused on. And so, it’d be greatly appreciated if you are kind and patient, while I work through them.

Happy reading lovers!

- xoxo, Junie. 🎀

「 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐒 」

★ 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗦 

★ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥 𝗜 𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 [tbd]

★ 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 

★ 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗦 [tbd]

★ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗭𝗢𝗘𝗬 [tbd]

「 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 」

☆ 𝗕𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗧𝗢𝗡

☆ 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗪 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗬 | 𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗡

☆ 𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡

☆ 𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗬 | 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗥𝗔𝗗 𝗙𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗥

☆ 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗕𝗬 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞

☆ 𝗦𝗔𝗠 𝗚𝗢𝗟𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗛

☆ 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗞𝗟𝗜𝗡

౨ৎ .... MORE TO COME 

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𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟏/𝟑 — 𝐖𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓  

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: Omg maybe the plot of better than the movies but reversed? like it’s wes trying to get with liz so he asks reader for help.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst, fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,495

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Wes Bennett x fem!reader

𝐀/𝐍: I hope you enjoy it! @raggedyoldwitch here it is stupid I love you lmfao!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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love, love, love this with my wholeee heart <3

Literally a Wes Bennet girlyyy🎀

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My fyp being filled with Spencer Reid/ MGG just makes so much sense-🥹

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A great day to be on tumblr. 🌷✨

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RAFE CAMERON x ROUTLEDGE!READER[f]

SYNOPSIS: Kooks and Pogues. Two tribes, one island. That’s how it’s always been, and that’s how it always will be. I thought it was obvious, for the crew it was pogues for life— risking nothing for something. But, never in a million years did I believe that one day our destiny was bound to collide. That everything would soon crumble beneath my fingertips— stuck somewhere between the lines of want and need. But, the question is, where do we go from here?

「 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒-𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓」

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 series officially in the works. 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

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i’m ready for june. the purest month. the friday afternoon of summer, when the world hums with possibility. when spring kisses summer on the cheek, leaves behind a trail of ferns and dew. june is packing your suitcase for a trip. june is a sprinkler in the lawn. june is goodbye and hello all at once. every day feels like the first moment after you wake up, when the dreams still stick to your skin. we wander dazed and hazy in the infant months of heat and sun. we are lovely and unafraid