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Girlrotting ⁺. ༶
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summary: rafe's fresh out of jail, and needs to find a girl to convince ward he's been with her, not locked up for the week
cw .ᐟ hints at nsfw, kidnapping
꒰ notes ꒱ based on the film buffalo '66 (1998)
pulling your little pink duffle up over your shoulder, pink tights and sheer skirt still pristine even after the hour of dance class. waving goodbye to your friends before walking down the opposite hallway. god, how you wished you’d just followed them.
“don’t fuckin’ scream.”
you would if his calloused hand wasn't gripping your cheeks so tight, muffled whimpers were all that fell through the gaps. the strangers hands grabbing and groping at your body, pulling your back flush against his chest. walking backwards out the dance studio, with you in his grip.
eyes already welling up, feet kicking as he drags you out the back door. your lipstick smudging underneath his hand, fingers surely bruising your jaw with his tight grip.
“gonna move my hand, and y’gonna be fuckin’ quiet, ‘kay?” the stranger mumbles into your ear, lips ghosting over your skin.
body slammed up against the car, meeting the face of him. pretty eyes widened as you reluctantly nod your head. he starts to slowly remove his hand from your mouth and—
“help! help me! please, help—“
his hand clamps back down over your mouth, slamming your body back against the car with force. “the fuck did i just say?”
he fumbles with the keys in his pocket, before opening the back door and pushing your body inside. locking you in immediately, he wasn’t taking any chances.
mutters of complaint under his breath as he walks around to the drivers side, sliding into his seat as his eyes lock on you through the rear view mirror.
“don’t make me hurt you, no one can hear you from inside the car, so keep that pretty mouth shut.”
rafe was fresh out of jail, finally had to pay for one of his crimes. not that he was in there long, one visit from his lawyer and he was out the place. made the fucker swear ward was to hear nothing of this. rafe was meant to be proving he could step up, be the man he was meant to be.
which is how he found himself with some pretty airhead in the back seat. he’d told ward a little white lie, to avoid the whole jail situation. told his dad he was away with his girlfriend. what girlfriend he asked. yeah, good fuckin’ question.
that’s where you come in.
“look, all you gotta do is this one thing for me and i’ll let you go,” rafe mumbles, eyes darting between the road and the mirror as he drives. aw, you’re still trying to unlock the door. poor girl. “you just gotta pretend to my girlfriend, just for a couple hours.”
now that, that got your attention. slumping back to the middle seat, looking to him through the mirror. head tilted, suddenly… docile.
“your girlfriend?” you murmur, fiddling with a strand of your hair. “you kidnapped me, to pretend to be your girlfriend?”
eyes rolling to the back of his head, grip tightening on the steering wheel. “didn’t fuckin’ kidnap you,” kidnapped, borrowed, same thing. “you just gotta act the part for couple hours for my family, then i’ll let you go.”
it wasn’t like you just forgot the way he snatched you up, didn’t forget the feeling of his hands on your body, but for some reason, you were willing to hear him out. not that you had much choice.
“soooo,” you murmur, face softening as you speak. “what’s your name?”
why were you suddenly so calm? it was freaking him out. did he manage to pick up a cute little psychopath?
“rafe.” he mumbles, eyes locked on yours through the mirror.
climbing into the front, slumping down into the seat next to him. he could lie and say he wasn’t watching the way your chest bulged over your top as you did, but that be the furthest thing from the truth.
he took his time looking over your features as you sat next to him, the glitter on your eyes, how your hair fell on your shoulders. at least he managed to pick a pretty one.
“what’s your family like?” you murmur softly, almost batting your lashes over to him. “don’t worry about it.” rafe responds, voice gruff, overcompensating for the newfound closeness between you two.
“well, how am i meant to be your girlfriend if i don’t know?” you huff, arms folded over your chest. jesus, you were temperamental.
“oh my god,” he mutters, shaking his head, knuckles growing white from his grip on the wheel. “they’re rich, my little sister will probably talk your ear off, my step-mom’s a bitch and my dad, well, my dad’s my dad.” right, helpful.
the car pulls up to tannyhill, eyes widening slightly at the size of the place. rafe puts in the car in park, and turns his body to face you. “do not fuck this up for me, i have no problem making you disappear.”
you weren’t sure if it was an empty threat or not, but you did not wanna find out. gulping down your nerves, a soft nod of your head. climbing out the car, rafe’s arm gently placed around your waist. the softness such a contrast to the way in which he first touched you.
quick introductions, playing the part. rafe's tight grip on your arm reminding you the consequences if you don't. "y'gonna sit there and look fuckin' pretty, 'kay?" he mumbles into your ear, pushing you down onto the chair. look pretty. okay, that you could do.
"rafe's just the sweetest guy i ever met," you feign a smile, leaning into him next to you, dialling up the affections before his family. ward and rose's eyes dart between each other and you. rafe? sweet? "m'so glad i met him."
fucking jackpot. you're playing this better than rafe ever could imagined, a soft kiss to the top of your head, pulling the dining chair you're sat on closer to his own. his arm gently snaking around your waist, letting you continue on with the forced pleasantries.
"he looks after me s'good," you smile, batting your lashes over to rafe. the smile on his face isn't fake, he's genuinely impressed with the performance you're putting on. "always spoiling me."
"damn right i do," rafe smirks, unable to stop the way his fingers are starting to move up under your top. c'mon, he can't help it. you're too fucking pretty and saying all these nice things about him. can barely blame him, especially when he sees the look of disapproval in rose's eyes when she notices.
"gotta look after my girl." he murmurs, loud enough for the room to hear, playing it off as though the words were meant only for you.
he's not entirely sure if everyone is buying the act, but somehow, it's working for him. rafe's genuinely getting caught up in your words, the feel of your skin beneath his fingers, the way your smile lights up your entire face. he couldn't give a fuck if the act was working on his dad, it was working on him.
"so, how'd you met?" wheezie smiles, leaning on her palms, all too excited about rafe bringing a girl home.
"country club." rafe mutters before you can attempt a lie they won't believe. his eyes barely looking away from you to answer his sister. "mhm, yeah, at the country club." you smile, nodding your head softly. rafe can't hold back the small chuckle that escapes him, pressing a kiss to your temple. you're so obedient, echoing his words, playing the perfect girlfriend. he's almost forgotten he threatened to kill you if you didn't.
his family can barely believe the scene, how gently he's touching you, how softly he's speaking to you, he was acting like someone they'd never seen before. they weren't questioning if you were his girlfriend or not, you'd manage to sell that perfectly well. ward and rose were almost in awe of how you'd managed to turn rafe into what appearred as a functioning human with emotions.
"come on, princess, we gotta go," he mumbles after an hour or so, gently leading you up and towards the door. "so soon?" wheezie complains, jumping onto her feet. rafe only rolls his eyes, ignoring his sister, too focused on getting you alone. "so nice to meet you all!" you smile, waving softly as rafe leads you back to his car.
your nerves take over once you're alone in the car again with him, driving out of his estate. "did i do okay?"
"did fuckin' perfect." rafe nods, a devilish grin plastered over his face. his hand squeezing your thigh over your tights. "that mean you can let me go now?" you whisper, lip between your teeth.
"no fucking way."
no way was rafe letting you go now, not ever. he'd had a taste of what he could have with you, he'd be stupid to let that go. you may have played the part a little too well.
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This isn’t what I usually post, but I need to address this 🚨❗️
I don’t usually talk about matters like these, but this isn’t the first time I’ve gotten a comment like this, and I’ve gone back and forth on whether I should respond. Part of me thinks this is just ragebait, that there’s no way someone genuinely believes this. But at the same time, dismissing it as trolling doesn’t sit right with me either. Because if this is a real mindset, then I don’t want to let it slide and give the impression that I’m okay with it. I’m not.
First of all, that’s a wildly inappropriate and offensive thing to say. Second, maybe my emotions are running high right now, but I have to say, the whole “your type of people” phrasing, combined with the implication that a Latina woman is somehow a downgrade from the all-American cheerleader fantasy? That’s not just wrong, it’s flat-out racist. Please refrain from sending that to me. Or to anyone.
Yes, I’m Latina, I’m Mexican, as I’ve stated in my profile, and I imagine that’s why anon feels comfortable using phrases like “your people.” But I’m sorry, that kind of language isn’t just casual, it’s setting us apart. And honestly, it sounds condescending. I don’t care if it wasn’t meant to be offensive, it still is.
And yes, Sofia (Rafe’s love interest) is Latina too. That doesn’t make her “less than,” and it certainly doesn’t mean someone like Rafe—or anyone, for that matter—would be out of character for being with a Latina. Reducing someone’s dating choices to a stereotype or political assumption is lazy, uninformed, and frankly disgusting. Do better.
I don’t know if this person meant to be offensive (I really hope not), but they were. And comments like this are exactly why representation still matters—because clearly, some people still have a problem seeing women like us as worthy of anything but being typecast or ignored.
???????????? mind you rafe cameron told me he LOVES latinas.. specifically this latina @bobo-bush
HES LEGIT ON MY BED WHY THEY YAPPING ABOUTT
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Summary: A confession leads to unexpected heartbreak.
18+
Warnings: Language, smut, hurt/no comfort, one sided feelings, heartbreak, angst GALORE, self-esteem issues, mentions Steve’s past head trauma, insecurities on both sides, jealous Steve, mentions Nancy, best-friend!Reader w/ best-friend!Steve, and friends to lovers. This one hurts, folks!
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader
Word count: 3,985
A/N: No banner for this! Just some raw writing I did early into the hours of this morning/night, adding on some today. I wanted to try something different, so enjoy!
Note: Also posting this the day after I wrote it. Okay, lmaooooo.
“I love you, Steve.”
The words come easy to you, the courage taking years to build. But once they leave your mouth as you’re cradling his neck’s nape, playing with the chocolate curls that have grown out there, you cannot figure out why you wasted time not saying it. It’s been an ongoing thing between you two — a two year thing, in fact. Never any pushing for labels, no exclusivity. You were patient, he was giving, and you assumed you were both reading on the same page.
In a few minutes, however, you’d find out how very wrong that you were. You wished that your mouth and your legs had stayed closed around your best-friend, Steve Harrington.
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A/n: div made by me!!!
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saw this and wanted to try: created by @cowboylikemily
you are going on a blind date that pinterest set up for you, find out who will be the lucky one and how the evening will end 💌
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you are going on a blind date that pinterest set up for you, find out who will be the lucky one and how the evening will end 💌
on pinterest search the following topics and post the first pin that will show up in each category
- fictional character
- date / night date
- gift outfit
- dessert
- love quote
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