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syd | she/her | ethel cain save us

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ᯓ noah czerny, inej ghafa, lip gallagher, rafe cameron, matthias helvar, stanley uris, sarah cameron, jonathan byers

ᯓ outer banks, the raven cycle, the marauders, six of crows, normal people, stranger things, young royals, call me by your name, it, shameless, shadow and bone

ᯓ ethel cain, bob dylan, the beatles, the 1975, guns n roses, brenn!, lorde, finn wolfhard, lana del rey, noah kahan, florence + the machine

#pinned post

jj looking for luke at barrys trailer and instead finds rafe passed out on the couch shirtless

#need a fic #to some this may be nothingburger #but to me its everything…#yall know how i am about outsider pov fics like yes that is my shit #barry gets confused asf when jj starts going bug eyed #doesnt even gaf about his dad anymore #just spectating #rafebarry #rafe cameron #barry obx #jj maybank

marredbymorning

i fucking forgive it fucking all as it fucking comes back to me i fucking guess

serendepic

#fem barry

#rafecleo #cleo holding a knife to rafes neck again Please #sub lap dog rafe when it comes to her #cleo anderson #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe and cleo

jarahxiety

࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪࿐pushing it down and praying✴︎˚｡ꨄ︎

sofia can’t stop thinking about her boyfriends best friend, this is so short i wouldn’t even call it a fic.

Sofia lies atop the white linen sheets of Rafe's queen bed, her head against the old, faded pillow, which looks drastically out of place in the large pristine bedroom.

The too-bright moonlight seeps through the sheer curtains, spilling into the room and illuminating the light sheen of sweat coating Rafe's shoulders as he moves above her.

His ragged breathing fills the almost silent room, along with her practiced, borderline performative sounds. She's not sure exactly why she feels the need to emit gasps and moans she wouldn't let out naturally, but she does it anyway.

Rafe's decent. Neither horrible nor mind-blowing, but he can get it done, and that's good enough for her.

The massive, comfortable bed was a bonus, too. Along with the massive home, and the new shiny car and bike.

She'd been taught to think like that. For as long as she could remember, everyone had implied one thing. Make the money, provide for us.

Provide. Provide for her alcoholic father. And her passive, enabling mother. And of course her multiple young siblings.

She'd long forgotten about her possible degree, or possible proper education. What's the use in dwelling on missed opportunities, when a new opportunity is right here on top of her?

Her parents would approve of Rafe, she's sure. A Cameron? She'd be set for life! And then tangentially, so would they.

And so she should be focusing on him, on the repetitive movement of his hips driving into hers.

So why can't she? Why can't her mind stop drifting to the dark-haired, drug addict Pogue sitting in a trailer on the other side of the island? Her side of the island.

She met him a couple weeks ago, when he'd walked up to Rafe's parked car looking for him, but instead finding a short, hazel-eyed brunette girl sitting in the passenger seat.

His eyes had trailed over her neck, then her collarbone and loose tank top. He hadn’t said much, just mumbled about Rafe then walked off, amused.

Why it stuck with her, she can’t guess. Maybe it’s because he seems far more attainable than Rafe. The poor, greasy-haired junkie whose daily life she’s far more familiar with has to be far easier to get, right? But she already got Rafe, so that can’t be it.

Maybe it’s an underlying need to rebel against her parents high expectations. Get with the broke guy and leave them to fend for themselves, though she feels horrible for even thinking it.

The feeling of Rafe’s lips on the tan skin of her neck brings her back down to earth. Did he notice? Can he tell she was thinking about someone else? Probably not, but she’s always been paranoid.

She tries to refrain from thinking about him for the rest of the night. Though when Rafe finishes and rolls off of her, she lets her mind wander back, partially imagining it was him laying there, panting.

Sofia falls asleep like that. With her head on Rafe’s chest, and her mind on Barry’s.