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⤷ ゛ prncesschloe ˎˊ˗
— she/her. black. carefully crafted by beldam. porcelain sitting on a dusty shelf. old relics. ‘05. lizzy grant, mars argo…. poetry lingers. music fuels the soul. multifandom - ddba, dd, stranger things, obx… etc
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im sorry, not to be ms frowny face but the concept of dex joing the thunderbolts is a terrible and shallow idea. though i see the connection it is incredibly unlikely and i hope it stays that way. i wouldn’t mind seeing him in the franchise though
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0ִֶָ1🪽་༘࿐ the angel chronicles
an :; just dumping the opening of -> this out of my drafts :) i lowkey hate this and i’ve grown out of this style. no explanation
synopsis :; a (cancelled) series where rafe pushes the boundaries of a family friend, reader, when he realizes there’s something more twisted underneath sunshine & sprinkles.
warning :; dark themes.
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you were around again.
same bright smile, same too-loud laugh, floating around the cameron house like you didn't notice the rot underneath. always hugging rose, giggles shared with wheezie that traveled through the vents, winning over ward like it was easy.
angel, sarah called her. sarah hated when rafe looked too long. hated when he lingered near. like she already seen what he'd do to something that untouched - didn't matter though. because she wasn't his type, too 'please and thank you', and too 'mr. and mrs cameron'.
that didn't stop him from watching though. from the balcony when she swam, from the stairs where she walked past, from the corners of tanneyhill, in every room she lit up as if this place didn't extinguish things like that.
and maybe sarah was right, but since when was rafe ever good at listening?
—
you strutted in like you had your own room within these walls, conversating with uncle ward about nothing— even though he wasn't technically your real uncle. family friendship, whatever.
like usual, you couldn’t resist taking a plunge in their pool, body drenched of cold pool water as you got out— curls clinging to your face and skin glistening under the sun’s glow when you noticed rafe leaning on the side of the stair’s banister. he was what? a year or more older— always bitter no matter the setting and honestly, someone you didn’t give the time of day to. didn’t mean you thought of him as any less, and didn’t mean that when you did acknowledge him you treated him differently. you were nice like that.
“hey rafe!” you ringed in that annoyingly sweet voice, hand shielding your eyes from the sun that beamed down on you as you grabbed your towel that sat on a chair.
rafe visibly stiffened when you spoke his name, clearly caught off guard at your attention being shifted towards him. for a moment he just stared, eyes tracking your every move with an intensity that could be almost unsettling. when he realized you were expectantly waiting for him to say something, he snapped out of it.
“hey.” he responded finally, it coming out clipped and gruff. eye’s following you with a lazy stare that made it was clear that he was also just a man that was incapable of looking away.
“i haven’t seen you around…” you point out slowly as your hands worked to wipe at the water on your arms, ignoring the way his gaze felt examining but then again— you never saw him so it made sense. “whatcha up too?”
“not much,” the blonde replied, shrugging one shoulder indifferently. “been busy.”
busy was an understatement. between the drugs, everyday crashouts, and the ever-looming weight of his father’s expectations, rafe had been keeping himself occupied in the worsts ways possible. “what about you?”
you looked over your shoulder back at the pool where the sun danced over the water before your eyes looked back at him through thick eyelashes, “oh nothing— my dad is talking about spending the night here or something..” you started whilst bringing a hand to the back of your neck. “i told him it was fine because it’d be a bother to you guys.” you laughed nervously, knowing the chances of us leaving is low due to their strong friendship.
a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips at your nervous laughter, “bother us?” rafe echoed, tilting his head slightly. he had a hard time believing anyone could be bothered by you, if anything you seemed to have a way of drawing people to you. he could never resist staring whenever you were around.
rafe took a few steps down the stairs, moving closer to the landing where you were stood. “don’t worry about it. you wouldn’t be a bother.”
your chin tilted to nod subconsciously, “yeah, thanks.” you hummed genuinely while wrapping the towel around your shoulders— the cloth draping around you as you slid on your slippers.
he watched you as you snuggled yourself, gaze lingering on the smallest details like the droplets of water on your face or the sound of the slippers scraping against the floor. a veil of silence falling on the two of you, not uncomfortable but definitely something else that was undefined as he stalked closer, his presence dominating the air in a way that seemed to silence the rustling trees and the chatter coming from inside the house. “so,” he started, his voice low a low rumble. “your dad is pretty close with ward, huh?”
a lopsided grin formed on your lips, “yeah.. i don’t blame him though haha— your dad is so nice.” you stated while shifting your weight onto one side of your body.
a sharp snort erupted through rafe at your comment, “nice. yeah, that’s one way to put it.” he took another step closer, placing him right in front of you. “you really think that? that he’s nice?” he questioned, but really it sounded more like he wanted you to question yourself rather than him questioning you.
your head tilted to the side a bit, ears not failing to pick up on the questioning… or more fitting— accusing tone. “yeaaah?…” you murmured, his entire being making you unsure of your answer. but before you could say anything sarah’s head appeared above the two of you on the balcony.
as soon as rafe looked up his demeanor changed, his expression hardening and his feet immediately taking a step back from your space. sarah’s eyes zeroed in on the sight, a hint of annoyance painting her face. rafe could already tell what she was thinking before she actually said anything.
“what are you two doing?” she called, voice carrying firm.
your eyes flickered to sarah, eyes squinting up at her in the process, “just catching up,” you chirped honestly, not seeing anything remotely unusual about her sudden questioning.
sarah’s eyes narrowed as she looked between the two of you— like she was trying to sniff out rafe’s wrong-doings. rafe shifting awkwardly on his feet as she loomed, “right. just catching up,” he agreed through gritted teeth.
sarah’s gaze lingered on rafe for a moment longer before dropping down to you. “well, hurry up,” she snapped, “rose is almost done making dinner.”
“oh, well okay.” you hushed— more to yourself than anyone else. the sudden importance togo up to the guest room and put yourself together for dinner dawning on you, sarah’s pressure weighing in on it aswell but not in a way where it felt like you did something wrong.
you leaned over to grab your phone and bag off the chair, “see you later rafe.” you rang, name rolling off your tongue so effortlessly— like you were actually acknowledging his presence instead of gliding past it.
he didn’t want you to go, didn’t know why— but he did know was that he shouldn’t compete with the glare sarah had on her face as if she owned you or something. as you waved and said goodbye, his stomach twisted at the sound of his name coming from your lips and somehow he managed a nod in response.
“later.”
okay so,
dex has a hair tugging kink.
buck has a chocking kink.
and matt likes feet— what BDSM show is this?
0ִֶָ0🪽་༘࿐ the angel chronicles
an :; i haven’t wrote anything in i don’t know how long, but i write when i feel like it so here’s this! i found this plot in the deeps of my phone so might just drop a few episodes then dip again lol
synopsis :; a (possible) series where rafe pushes the boundaries of a family friend, reader, when he realizes there’s something more twisted underneath ms. lipgloss & sprinkles.
warning :; love triangle (but not really), more of a rescue, some dark themes
you were around again.
same bright smile, same too-loud laugh, floating around the cameron house like you didn't notice the rot underneath. always hugging rose, giggles shared with wheezie that traveled through the vents, winning over ward like it was easy.
angel, sarah called her. sarah hated when rafe looked too long. hated when he lingered near. like she already seen what he'd do to something that untouched - didn't matter though. because she wasn't his type, too 'please and thank you', and too 'mr. and mrs cameron'.
that didn't stop him from watching though. from the balcony when she swam, from the stairs she walked past, from the corners of tanneyhill, in every room she lit up as if this place didn't extinguish things like that.
and maybe sarah was right, but since when was rafe ever good at listening?
hair blowouts. pigtails and high ponytails. locket necklaces. bubblegum pink nails. big lashes. love bites. blush. mini skirts. the sound of heels clicking on floors. church girl
danny scratches her “i want to be babied.” itch just enough, its not pure tenderness— it’s control disgused as care, a leash hidden inside his petting hand. she wont admit it but rafe scratches better.
has been in the church for as long as she can remember, god forbid she misses a bible study or sunday church— she thinks she’s committing blasphemy
very girly, like unapologetically, daddy promises her that her hair, and nails will always be done no matter the financial situation they’re in
she’s not just sugar; she’s jagged candy glass at times
daddy’s girl to the fucking max, maybe because he’s a single father and angel never had the chance to experience a mom— but he never let it affect her femininity
she bends herself into shapes for anyone she deems “worth it.” worth = whoever makes her feel loved, even temporarily.
being with danny recks her moral conpass, but she prays to god to make him a better man
the kinda girl who was popular in school for being so kind and sweet, when really it was mostly because she always put people before herself cough, cough, people pleaser
takes whatever scraps of attention danny gives her because scraps still feels like affection.
rafael “rafe” cameron
rolled-up bills. “tall, blonde, and evil” blank stares. pressed suits. the scratch of starched collars. beware of the dog. coke dust. half-loosened tie. daring laughter
he picks at the edges of self-destruction like a scab he doesn’t want to heal. the performance never ends, even when no one’s watching.
unlike danny who mocks angel’s faith, he envies it instead. because he knows he can’t touch that part of her without staining it.
once he gets a glimpse of angel’s jagged side, he can’t stop clawing at it— wondering who has her like that, all jumpy and frowned-faced
when he does remembers to eat, it’s messy and rushed—standing over the counter, shoving food in like he’s in a hurry to get back to whatever chaos comes next. other days, coke kills his appetite entirely, and dinner with rose or ward sits untouched on the plate.
for him, violence isn’t— and won’t ever be last a resort. he lashes out because it fills the silence, because fists say what he can’t. he doesn’t find a reason, he finds excuses
where with danny— he hides angel, but with rafe, angel hides him. out of fear of danny but he indulges it anyways because he believes patience will win her over.
despises ward’s control but copies it without thinking. he hates the cameron name but uses it to get what he wants. his whole existence is contradiction: despising the pedestal while never actually stepping off it.
rafe isnt a patient person, but when it comes to her? he oddly finds himself waiting— it’s obsession turned restraint.
barry’s coke is purer, harsher, it burns in the throat different. rafe knows it, and still he keeps going back—because Barry never says no, never judges, never tells him to stop.
daniel “danny” smith
calloused palms. aviator sunglasses to hide his sharp stare. cigarette smoke. beat up jeans. cheap beer. cracked leather. wet earth after rain. bottle caps. sun-scorched skin. crooked grins
he’s such a sweet talker, it’s how he even got angel in the first place: told her he “liked her girly-girl ways.” when others teased her for it.
well known around the cut, in that “call danny up way.” he’s the guy that people know from a guy, from a another guy. he’s loud, easy-going, the dude you call when your sink is busted or when you need an extra pair of hands on a fishing boat
tells angel to keep it quiet, make it “their little thing.” and she saw it as something special, not shameful when that’s all it was.
he burns bridges but always finds his way back. shows up at a party after a fight like nothing happened, grin wide enough to smooth over the memory. people forgive him because he’s fun, because he’s danny.
not from money; grew up rough,scrappy, hustling jobs and uses his charming reputation instead of inheritance
gets angel dependent, all to himself. then resents it when shes clingy. does it by faux-babying her: gives her his jacket but rolls his eyes while doing it. it isn’t because he wants to— but because he gets off on her needing him.
his anger isn’t loud. it’s quiet, questioning in a tone that makes it sounds like he already knows, and never open-hand violent. would never lay a hand on angel, in the context of hitting or slapping… but doesnt mean his touch doesn’t scatter bruises from when he grips too hard
borderline bullies angel about her religon, slanders it casually and teases when she cries about sin, “what would your god think about how you get in my bed?”
doesn’t love angel, and acts like its a foreign concept to him— but his control shows it exists in his own twisted ways
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flower!reader and rafe’s relationship at the start kind of gave joe goldberg and becky when he was telling her he’d do anything for her
thinking abt how flower!reader started to get annoyed at how often rafe started popping up randomly, so by the time rafe finally got the urge to show up at her house. her first reaction was to slam the door on his face, just as quickly as she opened it, only for rafe’s big arms to force his way inside and then proceed as if he didn’t just flip the switch between aggressive and sweet.
—𝜗𝜚 how rafe cameron and flower!reader met 💭
previously; flower!readers intro
god, how good did rafe cameron feel to be back in good ol’ obx, and not whatever tropical country ward had tried relocating the camerons onto. he’d already handled and checked off a few of the things he needed to do aswell.
convince barry to help him steal the cross? check. actually steal the cross back? check. make it clear to ward that he has the upper hand now? check. melt the cross down? work in progress.
so now— here he was, at barry’s place going over all the shit they would need to achieve this step of this whole cash grab. and i just want you to imagine the look on rafe’s face when you— someone he’d never seen— and almost took for a touron, just walks into barry’s crib, not even muttering a single word before barry’s up and abandoning their conversation. grabbing what seemed to be a shoe box, which he didn’t know existed until this very moment, that was decorated with white lace, glitter and words titled ‘blythe’s magic grass’ written in big dainty cursive on the top.
and too make everything even more of a mind fuck, you hadn’t even seemed like you knew who the hell he was. he thought that you were just playing games at first, acting all on edge in his presence. (which was just your irrational fear of kooks in general) to which he thought was in results of his return and the whole peterkin situation, only to find out it wasn’t after he’d asked you what your name was. he was immediately shot back with, “what’s your name?” he didn’t know wether to be glad that this odd looking pouge— that he was slightly intrigued by didn’t know who he was and what he was known for, or to be taken back at the fact.
but if there was something rafe cameron did know, on this new path of exploring life without having wards iron grip on him— chaining him down and shaping him to be a obidient dog. was that whoever this chick that he had never seen a single day in his life, was a once in a lifetime opportunity take now— or a never see her again type of girl.
as soon as you left the trailer, picking up the dropped beach bicycle out on the front of barrys patchy front yard.. rafe didn’t hesitate to ask all the details about you, barry having to stop himself from knocking the light out of him at the mention of ‘a hot, odd, piece of work.’
AN : this is my first ever fic so i hope u guys enjoy ^w^!!!
ϧ୧ someones knocking at the door, welcome in.. flower!reader
white soft sand god is a woman
colored tattoos & matching piercings
flowers on flowers on flowers on flowers on flowers on flowers
will always question the meaning of life, gets a new hyper-fixation on different philosophers, poets, authors, artists, singers etc
smoking>>drinking ethereal-being
spring showers, part of her gets high off just being in the rain
high-key finds kooks scary
decorating her long locs— puts them up in pigtails with long ribboned bows
loves dying her hair, each time she colors it represents a different stage of her life
hand-made clothes sza and beabadoobee
her heart aches for long soft sex, but only receives harsh fucks. she blames it on the fact she does onlyfans and only attracts ‘losers’
both a girl and boy kisser, don’t get her started on that one girl
deeply connected to mother nature, being nude constantly in the solitude of her small house— resided on the cut, providing her a quiet life
a frog in another life polaroid pics gardens in her surprisingly large backyard
ϧ୧ her real name is blythe iyora, whos single mother cut her off at the ripe age of 16 all marren yearly type of shit
ϧ୧ believe it or not, but has the kookiest mom— she even lives on the mainland, or she did last time flower!reader checked
ϧ୧ has two dogs, both adopted— don’t shop. a dalmatian who’s spots are brown instead of black, and a cream colored, long haired dachshund
ϧ୧ not only does her social media portrait her aesthetic, but her onlyfans does as well. posing in her lush backyard full of flowers and tall grass, or just posting a random pic of a squirrel on a log. her subscribers love it
ϧ୧ speaking about her backyard, she absolutely adores it. references to it as the ‘garden of eden’, a big large pond on the side that took days of convincing barry to help her build it, home-grown fruit + vegetables, flowers that she considers her children, etc etc
ϧ୧ is so self-kept, that when her name gets mentioned anywhere. It’s 85% chance they’ll have no idea who she is, and if they do, the only words they describe her with is ‘that one fairy lookin bitch?
ϧ୧ flower!reader who gets her weed from barry, he even wraps her shit up in lacey bows— he has no clue on why he does it. only excuse is that he thinks of her as a sister
ϧ୧ flower!reader who is still oblivious to the fact that as soon as she left barrys trailer, he almost knocked out rafe when he asked barry for her number, and said she looked like ‘a strange hot lookin’ girl’
ϧ୧ thought she was tweaking every time she saw rafe out in public more often than the week prior, then proceeded to be even more tweaked out everytime he tried to make his advances on her. would hit him with the “are you talking to me?” line as she looked around for anyone around the two of them.
ϧ୧ she finds herself up at night sometimes, sitting on her hammock wondering what her mom was up to, in to which her wondering turns into her getting reheated all over again at the fact that she left her all alone.
ϧ୧ her house is whimsical as shit, blames it on the fact that she missed out on half of her teenage experience. and overall being forced to grow up and get her shit together.
ϧ୧ whenever any of her onlyfan subs asks flower!reader about all the toys n stuffed animals she owns, she tells them that she’s a collector, when she knows damn well that all 19 of her stuffed animals are named and cared for
ϧ୧ brushes off the fact that she hallucinates a tad bit, barely though.
