Country Club Killer.

country club killer.

pairings. rafe cameron x fem!reader

about. rafe is leaving, and he feels he owes it to you to let you know

warnings. swearing and angst

ricky rocks. fat crush on rafe cameron 😻

“hey, sweetheart,” a hand lightly clamped down on your shoulder, taking you by surprised as you turned, seeing rafe and relaxing with a soft smile that he always loved so much.

“country club,” you smirked, “it’s been awhile.”

“miss me?”

you rolled you’re eyes. of course you did, but you couldn’t say it. it wasn’t apart of the game, the taunting and teasing. admitting you missed his company and pretty face would be a humiliation of losing.. and you didn’t like losing.

“never.”

he scoffed lightly, shaking his head as he slowly eased into the seat next to you at your place at the bar. you were holding a glass of water that could be easily mistaken for straight vodka.. which is said because rafe did mistake it for the toxic drink when clasping the glass from your grip and sipping it lightly. he narrowed his brows in surprisal, questioning you as you watched him with a twinge of amusement.

“i’m cutting back.”

“oh really?”

“yeah.”

“didn’t know you were a quitter all of a sudden.”

“shut up,” you shook your head, turning your head back to the tv hinged high on the wall playing a tennis match.

he smiled, squeezing your shoulder before rubbing your back. he was hesitant about touching you when arriving and almost wanting to refrain from it, but he couldn’t help himself; grazing his fingers over the skin that was slightly exposed from your lower back underneath your tight green tank top.

you eased in it, almost leaning into his warm touch of grazing his knuckles against your already hot skin, but also sending chills up your spine from the metal ring he always wore.

“you play today?”

“mhm.”

“did you win?”

“mhm.”

“why’re you cutting back?”

your eyes diverted from the television, gazing over to the glass cup that sat between you and rafe, almost empty, “i kind of blacked out and ended up somewhere i had never been to.. before.”

he shook his head, continuing to rub your back, “you didn’t call me?”

“i don’t have your number, country club.”

“yes, you do.”

you shook your head, eyebrows slightly quirked.

“why wouldn’t you have my number?”

“you never gave it to me.”

rafe knew he didn’t. there was a reason why.

“how’d you get home?”

“topper.”

he hummed in reply, of course, “you shouldn’t be stupid.”

“and what, be more like you?” you arched your brow and he paused with caressing your skin, “the last time i checked, you were spending all of daddy’s money on coke.”

“don’t.”

“don’t what?”

“don’t be a brat.”

you smirked.

it was silent again and your eyes were back on the tv while his analyzed the side of your face intently, memorizing it.

“you’re being creepy, country club.”

he hummed.

“why’re you being weird.”

“what do you mean?”

“usually.. we’re fucking or at your house, but right now you’re doing a terrible job at attempting to make small talk.”

there’s a long silence and you almost swear you made him mad by the way he looks away from you and at the ground. but he isn’t, he doesn’t growl nor whisper a pointless insult or threat in your ear, he doesn’t do anything but stay silent.

and it worries you.

“y/n,” he presses his lips into a thin line, “i cant see you anymore.”

“what?”

“i cant see you anymore. i’m going away and i don’t know when i’ll be back,” he avoids your stare, “i don’t think i am coming back.”

“what, rafe, why?” your chest tightens and you feel as if you’re going to have a melt down, you didn’t know why. “what do you mean you’re leaving?”

he looks up for a split second, enough time to recognize the hurt beginning to swarm your eyes, “something.. something bad happened or not really bad but- somethings come up and i have to leave.. with wheezie and rose.”

your body was now fully averted to face rafe as you were stunned and taken aback, not knowing how to consume this information.

you weren’t sure why you felt this way. why you felt as if someone had dropped a million pounds on your stomach and it was getting hard to breathe from the lump forming in your throat. you knew you had some feelings for rafe, just not so much to the point someone could mistake you as love sick at this point.

“why?”

“hm?”

“rafe,” you paused, thinking of what you could say and you truly didn’t know, but you stopped yourself from saying anything stupid or anything that would clue that you cared a lot more than you should. you slowly stood, clasping his bicep lightly, “good luck, country club.”

you pressed a kiss on the side of his cheek before walking away, holding your breath from any noises that would indicated the pain you felt in your chest from it shattering.

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please continue death era, I loved part one. you are a very talented writer and I loved the whole idea of the zombie apocalypse.

I hope you have a great day.

i def will! thank you love :)

I didn't enjoy Andrew's Spiderman, but if that's the reason then I'll be sad as well. Though it might be Andrew who doesn't want to come back after the way they treated him.

yeah i’ll be pretty sad too tbh. i read another article where he said he wouldn’t be coming back because they didn’t even call him about the roll, so if this is true, i’ll be sad.

Hello! I have a question, are you taking requests rn ?

yes, always!

how to sell drugs.

parings. vinnie hacker x fem!oc

prologue of n/a parts.

about. in which love golding thinks she's a big shot for selling drugs until vinnie hacker knocks her from her high pedestal...

warnings. underage drinking, drug use, overdose, swearing, and sexual themes

ricky rocks. follow my wattpad DILFWORLD, where this story was originally uploaded and in much better condition (i kept it as an oc because i saw a tiktok and apparently a lot of people hate “y/n” and the second person pov)

love golding was fucking weird.

she was weird but quiet, making her an exception to the uptight and male supremacy society of southeast high school.

she always sat in the back of the cold classrooms, sat alone at lunch, and was always picked last for team projects or even in gym.

she couldn’t care less.

and that was way before she made the discovery of drugs and befriended an uptight blonde who fit well into male expectations.

but it wasn't like she was embarrassed or anything, she just really didn't care, period.

she smiled most of the time. the stupid type of thin lipped smile most boys wore in an emotional situation that they had no idea what to say or do.

she tugged her lip when deep in thought or chewed on her thumbnail. she hated the way girls would turn their heads and whisper about her but she still kept her head high, as if she was flattered that they were even thinking about her.

but the truth was she probably ruled the whole high school with how much control she had over the students.

in other words, love was a drug dealer.

and without drugs to fuel her fellow classmates systems, they'd probably die in the hands of desperation.

vinnie hacker was well known, but he was not one of those people who found reliance and happiness in a small pill.

he didn't even like to get high or drink for that matter. he liked getting his dick sucked, he got off on being praised and complimented.

people were fond of vinnie for no reason. well, aside from the fact he was fucking hot and the so called "captivating" personality he obtained. but his personality was only him being controlling and aggressive, something every boy is.

but he just did it different.

vinnie punched holes in walls, embarrassed people purposely, and almost never turned in his homework. he worked out to suppress the growing anger that formed in the pit of his brain from problems at home, he drove old cars fast, and got off on the rush of doing something wrong.

he got away with it. he got away with everything and it was all because he was charming.

and almost everyone loves charming.

almost.

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