𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

@OfSabertoothizm Leaning over and snagging a beer from the case in brady’s hand. “better now. . .” he uttered with the motion of the beer in hand and popped the twist cap off the top of it.

“Sup man, you doing good?” He grins at them, as he has a case of beer in his right hand, and snacks in the other hand.

@Camer0nPrincess Not fair? Please. I made you cute — I’m taking the credit.

@checkmatebitchh Dad!!!! Come on, that's not fair!!!🫣😳

thoughts.by.toukie.ღ kind of up and abandoned here when the app was having issues — some other things factored into the disappearance as well.

@Sparkling0rchid something a little more serious behind the playful mask. Like maybe, just maybe, he wants that win a little more than he’s letting on.

@Sparkling0rchid He leans just a little closer, voice dropping again. “You better not flake on that date. No excuses.” He waits for her to seal the deal — and there’s something in his eyes now, +

It’s a beach kind of day.

@OfSabertoothizm He slapped the side of the truck lightly and stepped back, giving a mock salute. “Catch you soon, Brady. Can’t wait to see what kind of monster she turns into.”

@OfSabertoothizm “Figured you’d like that one. Didn’t cheap out—bike deserves your best, right?” Then with a grin, “Appreciate the updates. Just don’t fall in love with her while she’s in your hands, yeah?” +

“Hey man. How’s it going?”

thoughts.by.toukie.ღ PSA: if you’re not tryna build plots or write, just soft block

@OfSabertoothizm as he approached, holding the bottle up like a trophy. “Bike’s in the bed. She’s all yours, Brady. Make her mean— and this,” he said, handing over the bottle, “is for workin’ your magic. Fair trade, yeah?” He leaned back against the tailgate, arms crossed casually.

@OfSabertoothizm The next day Rafe pulled up outside the shop, the low rumble of his truck cutting off as he killed the engine. He hopped out, a bottle of good whiskey tucked under one arm, and that familiar crooked grin on his face. “Look who actually came through,” he called out +

@Sparkling0rchid He pauses, on purpose — dragging it out, knowing it’ll get under her skin a little. Then his grin sharpens. “You owe me a date. Real one. None of this beach walkin’, trash-talkin’ stuff.” His eyes stay on hers, steady and unflinching. “And you gotta let me pick where we go.”

@Sparkling0rchid He steps in just a little closer, close enough that there’s barely any space left between them, that electric tension crackling between their locked gazes. “Alright, Juniper,” he says, voice low and smooth, “if I win…”