#and rafe is losing his mind but playing it cool

[ghostofwriting]

Rte reader is about to break no contact and ask him why he dyed his hair

Her: hi…your hair is blonde

Rafe: it is

Her: hot

[aerialmirrorss]

𝐰 𝐢 𝐥 𝐝 𝐟 𝐥 𝐨 𝐰 𝐞 𝐫 ⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆ rafe cameron

playing: 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 by billie eilish 𝜗𝜚˚｡˚ ⋆

synopsis! rafe realizes how much he cares about you when he’s willing to put everything on the line for your safety after a leaked video gets to sarah, your best friend..

paring: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

warnings: friends? with benefits , angst , panic attack (pogue!reader) , soft(ish)!rafe (he’s bipolar ik) , sexual content + unprotected sex! , lots of praise + dirty talk , some fluff , the L word , potential stalker? , mature , 18+ (minors dni!)

word count: 7.4k

notes: this is chapter two of my nobody gets me series. click the link below to read chapter one! ♡

chapter one: 𝐧 𝐨 𝐛 𝐨 𝐝 𝐲 𝐠 𝐞 𝐭 𝐬 𝐦 𝐞 ⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆

chapter three: 𝐜 𝐚 𝐬 𝐮 𝐚 𝐥 ⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆

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to say rafe was freaking out would be an understatement. it had been days since he’d last seen you, and the silence on your end was driving him to the edge of his sanity. not a single text, call, or word had come from you. it was like you’d vanished, and every minute without hearing from you only made his frustration worse.

he sat on the edge of his bed at tannyhill, replaying the night in his head for the hundredth time. every detail, every sound, every look—it all came flooding back, leaving him questioning everything. maybe he’d been too rough. maybe he’d misread your reactions, thinking you wanted it when in reality, you were trying to get away. the thought sent a chill down his spine.

he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus. he paced his room, running his hand through his hair, biting his thumbnail anxiously as he mumbled under his breath. every scenario raced through his mind, each one worse than the last.

should he text you again? call? or maybe just drive to your house and force you to talk to him? the idea of busting down your door crossed his mind more than once, his desperation teetering on obsession. he hated feeling this out of control, hated not knowing where you stood.

but above all, he hated the thought of losing you—of you slipping through his fingers without giving him the chance to make it right.

just then, as if his prayers had been answered, your name lit up his phone. a call.

for a moment, he stared at the screen, his heart hammering in his chest before he cleared his throat and steadied his hand enough to swipe the answer button. “hey,” he said, his voice softer than usual.

the silence on your end made his stomach churn. maybe you’d called by accident? but then, faintly, he heard it—your voice. it was barely a whisper, rough and broken, like you’d been crying for hours.

“i need to talk to you,” you said, the vulnerability in your tone cutting straight through him.

“yeah, okay. i’ll come to you—” he shot up from his bed, already slipping on his shoes, when you interrupted him.

“n-no,” you stammered, your voice shaky. “just meet me at the beach. i’ll send you my pin.”

before he could respond, the line went dead, leaving him in silence once again. he stood frozen for a moment, staring at his phone, his mind racing. then, without hesitation, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. whatever this was, he wasn’t about to leave it unresolved.

you watched as the waves crashed against the shore, the rhythmic sound doing little to calm the storm inside you. with trembling hands, you adjusted your hat and pulled up the hood of your oversized sweater, trying to shield yourself from the cool night air—and maybe from your own reflection in the water. your puffy eyes told the story you didn’t want to share. if it wasn’t already obvious you’d been crying for days, you wouldn’t have bothered with the oversized sweater as a weak disguise.

you’ve been spamming sarah’s phone nonstop, sending text after text, leaving voicemails that never got a reply. it got to the point where you’re certain she’s blocked you. the silent treatment has been unbearable, eating away at you in a way you didn’t expect.

but even worse, you haven’t set foot in the chateau since it all happened. you couldn’t bring yourself to. if sarah was mad at you—and you knew she was—then the rest of them probably were too. if she told them—and she likely did—you doubted any of them would want to see you.

the thought of facing jj, of looking into his bruised eye and knowing how you betrayed him, kept you away. you didn’t deserve their forgiveness, so you didn’t ask for it. instead, you sat here, waiting for rafe, the one person you weren’t sure you could avoid any longer.

you feel a presence behind you, the weight of it heavy in the air, and you know without looking who it is. the sound of footsteps crunching softly against the sand confirms it before that presence settles beside you.

rafe doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel his eyes on you, studying you, trying to gauge your mood. you don’t turn to face him, but out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of his expression—his furrowed brows, the slight downturn of his lips, and the unmistakable concern in his features.

your chest tightens. maybe he already knew about the video. maybe that’s why he looked like this—like he wasn’t sure what to say but felt he needed to be here.

you swallow hard, forcing the lump in your throat down, the tension stretching painfully in the quiet. “sarah knows, rafe,” you mutter finally, your voice barely above a whisper, but it feels deafening in the stillness.

you turn your head slightly to gauge his reaction, but he doesn’t give you one. his expression doesn’t change, his silence heavy and unreadable. of course he doesn’t react—you should’ve expected that.

you sigh softly, the weight of it all pressing harder against you. “there’s, um—” your voice cracks, and you pause, biting down on your trembling lip as the tears threaten to spill. “there’s a video of us. before we got in the truck. and someone sent it to her.”

you roll your lips into your mouth, trying desperately to hold yourself together, but it feels like you’re crumbling piece by piece. a single tear slips down your cheek, warm against your cold, rosy skin. you don’t wipe it away, too consumed by the weight of everything to care.

your chest feels like it’s caving in, the weight of it pressing down so hard it steals the air from your lungs. your breaths come short and shallow, each one more desperate than the last as if no matter how hard you try, you can’t pull in enough oxygen. your hands start to tremble, curling into fists at your sides, and your heart pounds so violently in your chest it feels like it might burst.

your vision starts to tunnel, the edges blurring as the crashing waves in front of you twist into an indistinguishable mess of sound and movement. your head feels light, like you’re floating and sinking at the same time, and a sharp heat spreads through your chest and throat, making it even harder to breathe.

you press your hands against your knees, trying to ground yourself, but it only makes the dizziness worse. the lump in your throat feels unbearable, choking you as tears stream uncontrollably down your face. everything feels too loud and too bright, the sound of the waves and the faint hum of rafe’s presence blending into an overwhelming cacophony.

“hey,” rafe says softly, his voice distant despite being right next to you. you barely register the warmth of his hand against your arm. “hey, look at me. breathe. just breathe.”

but you can’t. your body is out of your control, your mind spiraling into a dark abyss of guilt, fear, and panic. the more you fight it, the tighter the grip becomes, until all you can do is clutch your arms around yourself, trying to hold the pieces of you together as the panic consumes you.

rafe stands abruptly, the tension in his movements evident, before crouching down right in front of you. his hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb brushing slow, soothing strokes over your skin, an anchor in the storm of your panic.

“hey, hey, hey,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady, drawing your unfocused gaze to his. his eyes lock onto yours, grounding and intent. “look at me,” he urges, keeping his tone soft but firm.

he takes a deep inhale, exaggerating the motion so you can follow it, then exhales slowly, motioning for you to mimic him, taking your hand and putting it on his chest. “breathe with me,” he says, his own chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

your attempts are shaky at first, uneven gasps that barely resemble breaths, but you follow him. inhale. exhale. over and over. relief washes over his face as your breathing starts to regulate, the shallow gasps slowly giving way to deeper, steadier pulls of air.

“there we go,” he soothes, his thumb still tracing gentle circles on your cheek. “good job, baby.” the nickname slips out before he can stop it, but he doesn’t correct himself, too focused on calming you.

his other hand comes to rest lightly on your knee, grounding you further, his presence unwavering. “i’ve got you,” he says softly, his voice steady, as if willing you to believe it.

in that moment, as rafe watched you close your eyes, your chest rising and falling steadily again, relief softening your tear-streaked face, something inside him snapped. rage surged through him like a tidal wave, sudden and uncontrollable.

and he blamed sarah.

to him, it was her fault. she had no right to get involved, no reason to make this worse. something that was meant to stay between you and him—just you and him—was now tearing you apart. and all because of her.

his jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together as he thought about her selfishness, her spoiled sense of righteousness. it didn’t matter that she was his sister; all he could see was the way her actions had hurt you. the way she had betrayed him.

the image of you struggling to breathe, broken and panicked because of her interference, made his blood boil. it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t right. and it was enough to make him see red.

and then there was that damn video.

the thought of it made rafe’s fists clench at his sides. it wasn’t just about the invasion of privacy; it was about you—your exposure in such a vulnerable moment. the idea of someone lurking, watching, and recording without your knowledge made his blood run cold with anger.

he didn’t care about his own reputation, not in the slightest. all he cared about was you and the way it could hurt you, the way it already had hurt you.

rafe was determined to figure out who took it. he didn’t care how long it would take or what he’d have to do to get the answers. whoever it was would regret ever crossing that line. and he’d make sure of it.

rafe gently pulls you to your feet, his hands steadying you before he wraps his arms around your shoulders, drawing you into a firm, grounding hug. the warmth radiating from his body seeps into you, calming the residual tremors in your chest. his steady breathing against the top of your head is a silent reassurance that you’re okay, that he’s got you.

“you’re good,” he murmurs softly, almost to himself, as if trying to convince you both.

after a few moments, he pulls back slightly, his hands brushing your arms as he guides you toward the passenger side of his truck. he opens the door and helps you inside, his fingers lingering as he buckles your seatbelt, the light touch against your bare thighs sending goosebumps rippling across your skin. you shiver but don’t say anything, leaning back into the seat as he closes the door.

once the truck is moving, the hum of the engine fills the comfortable silence between you. you haven’t said a word since the breakdown at the beach, but rafe doesn’t push. he seems to understand that the quiet is what you need right now.

he pulls into a nearby gas station, the bright lights spilling across the truck as he puts it in park. “i’ll be quick,” he mumbles, more to himself than you, before slipping out and heading inside.

you sit there, watching him through the window as he grabs a water bottle and lingers near the snack aisle, seemingly deliberating. for a brief moment, you feel a flicker of something you can’t place—gratitude, guilt, or maybe just relief that he’s here.

inside, rafe grabs a pack of gummy worms, deciding it’s the safest option. he figures it’s something easy, something you might actually eat since he’s convinced you haven’t been eating properly these past few days. satisfied, he starts to head to the checkout when he hears it—a laugh he knows all too well, one that instantly sets him on edge.

his head snaps in the direction of the sound, and there they are—sarah and john b, standing in the same aisle he just walked out of. rafe’s jaw tightens, a flare of anger igniting in his chest. it takes everything in him not to start something right then and there.

his fists clench at his sides as he forces himself to stay composed, but the tension in his body is undeniable as he turns on his heel and strides toward her.

“i need to talk to you,” he says sharply, his voice low but firm as he approaches sarah.

sarah visibly jumps at his sudden appearance, her startled expression quickly morphing into a glare. rafe can see the way her jaw ticks, the anger bubbling just beneath the surface, mirroring his own.

she glances at john b, offering him a reassuring smile. “i’ll be right back,” she says calmly, though her tone carries an edge. reluctantly, john b stays put, watching them as sarah follows rafe to the back of the store, where the beverage aisle is quieter and out of sight.

as soon as they’re alone, rafe’s grip tightens on the gummy worms and water bottle in his hands, his knuckles turning white as he struggles for some semblance of control. his glare pierces through sarah, the tension between them thick and heavy, charged with years of unresolved resentment.

“you had no fucking right,” he growls, his voice low and venomous, the anger in his tone bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to spill over.

sarah’s brows knit together, her own frustration flaring as she lowers her voice to a sharp whisper. “i had no right? rafe, you had no fucking right!” she hisses, her eyes blazing with anger. “my best friend of all people? are you serious? you could’ve literally chosen anyone else, anyone, but no, you always have to come after my happiness!”

her words hang heavy between them, cutting deeper than she intended. rafe’s jaw clenches, his entire body rigid as he stares at her, his anger matched only by the faint flicker of hurt she’s unknowingly struck.

“this isn’t about your happiness,” he snaps back, his voice still low but laced with venom. “this is about you sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. you had no right to drag her into this.”

sarah crosses her arms, her glare unwavering. “and you had no right to do what you did, rafe. you knew what this would do to her, to me, to all of us. but you didn’t care, did you? because you never do.”

rafe steps closer, the tension between them nearly suffocating as his voice drops even lower, dripping with bitterness. “you think i don’t care? you have no idea what i feel, sarah. none. but you—you took it too far. that video?” his grip tightens around the items in his hands, the plastic crinkling under the pressure. “do you have any idea what that did to her? to me?”

sarah’s arms tighten around herself, but she doesn’t back down. “i didn’t take that video, rafe. don’t pin your shit on me,” she fires back, her voice steadier now, but no less angry. “you’re the one who dragged her into your bullshit. you’re the one who made her a target.”

“a target? i’ve been protecting her!” he snarls, his composure cracking as he takes another step closer. “you think i wanted this? for someone to spy on us, to send you a video like that? you have no idea what i’d do to keep her safe.”

sarah laughs bitterly, shaking her head. “protecting her? from what, rafe? from you?” her words are sharp, designed to cut, and they do. “because that’s what it looks like from where I’m standing.”

rafe’s jaw ticks, his breathing heavy, as he stares her down, trying to bite back the words that threaten to spill. “you don’t get it,” he mutters, his voice thick with frustration. “you never did. this isn’t about you, sarah.”

“no, it’s about her,” she snaps, her voice rising slightly despite her attempt to keep it contained. “my best friend, rafe. she’s not just some girl for you to fuck around with and forget about when it’s convenient. she deserves better than this—better than you.”

the words hit him harder than he expects, but he doesn’t let it show. instead, he leans in closer, his tone sharp as a blade. “and you think she needs you playing savior? she doesn’t, sarah. she’s stronger than you give her credit for.”

sarah’s face softens slightly, her anger flickering into something more conflicted, but she doesn’t back down. “if she’s so strong, then why is she breaking because of you?” she whispers, her voice quieter now but no less cutting.

rafe doesn’t answer immediately, his grip loosening as the weight of her words settles over him. for the first time, he looks away, his jaw tight as he swallows hard.

sarah sighs deeply, her anger giving way to something softer, though the tension in her shoulders remains. she looks down at her shoes for a moment before lifting her gaze to meet rafe’s, her eyes filled with something he doesn’t expect—concern.

“if you really care about her, rafe,” she says, her voice quieter now, less sharp but still firm, “you’ll leave her alone. you’re just going to take her down with you.”

her words cut deeper than he wants to admit, but he doesn’t let it show. his jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing as he shakes his head. “you don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mutters, his voice low but defensive.

“don’t i?” sarah counters, her brows furrowing. “i’ve seen it, rafe. the way you drag people into your chaos. she’s already hurting because of you—look at what’s happened these past few days! she doesn’t need this. she doesn’t need you.”

rafe flinches at the words but quickly masks it with anger. “and what? you think walking away is going to fix everything? you think i can just leave her and pretend like nothing happened?” his voice rises slightly, frustration creeping in.

“yes,” sarah replies simply, her tone steady but sad. “because if you don’t, she’s going to lose herself trying to save you. and you know that, rafe. deep down, you know that.”

rafe’s hands clench into fists, his breathing heavy as her words sink in. for a moment, he’s silent, his eyes darting away as he processes what she’s said. but instead of responding, he turns on his heel, walking away from her and toward the checkout, his mind racing with everything he doesn’t want to admit might be true.

as rafe walks toward the checkout, his thoughts are a storm of anger, guilt, and something deeper he can’t quite name. sarah’s words play over and over in his head, each repetition chipping away at his defenses. if you really care about her, you’ll leave her alone. the weight of it feels unbearable, but he pushes it down, refusing to let it show.

he pays for the water and gummy worms quickly, his mind far from the mundane transaction. the cashier’s bored expression barely registers as he grabs the bag and heads back to the truck. the short walk feels like miles, his chest tight with a mix of emotions he can’t fully unravel.

when he gets back to the truck, he opens the door and climbs in, placing the bag on the center console. you’re still in the passenger seat, curled up slightly, staring out the window at the empty gas station parking lot. the dim light casts shadows across your face, and rafe’s chest aches at the sight of you looking so small, so fragile.

“here,” he says, his voice softer than usual as he pulls out the water and gummy worms, placing them gently in your lap. “figured you should have something.”

you don’t look at him right away, your fingers hesitating before picking up the water bottle. “thanks,” you murmur, your voice barely audible, but it’s the first thing you’ve said to him since the beach. it feels like both a relief and a dagger in his chest.

rafe leans back in his seat, running a hand through his hair as silence falls between you again. he doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to fix this. sarah’s words linger in the back of his mind like a poison, making him question everything.

finally, he glances at you, his voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “do you… do you want me to take you home?” the question hangs in the air, heavy and uncertain, as he watches you for any sign of what you want, what you need from him.

“um—my mom and i kinda got into this fight,” you admit, your voice small, barely louder than the hum of the truck’s engine. “i really don’t want to be home right now.” your fingers fumble with the cap of the water bottle before you finally twist it open, the cool liquid soothing the dryness in your throat.

rafe glances at you briefly, nodding as he shifts the truck into gear. “tannyhill it is,” he says simply, his tone steady but softer than you expected.

soon, he’s reversing out of the gas station, the hum of the tires on the road filling the silence between you. you steal a glance at him, his profile illuminated by the dim dashboard lights. his grip on the steering wheel is firm, his jaw tight, but his expression is calm—focused, almost protective.

you sip your water quietly, the tension from earlier slowly starting to ebb away, replaced by a strange sense of relief. for all of rafe’s flaws, he always had a way of making you feel like, in the moment, nothing else could touch you.

as the truck cruises through the dark streets, you lean your head against the window, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment. the familiar scent of leather and cologne fills your senses, grounding you more than you care to admit.

you hadn’t been to tannyhill in a while, the last time being a couple of weeks ago with rafe. stepping inside now, you realize it hasn’t changed—it still holds that same strange sense of comfort, despite everything. the air smells faintly of cedar and something distinctly rafe, a mix of cologne and the warm musk of the house itself.

rafe walks in behind you, the sound of his shoes soft against the hardwood floor. he sets his keys down next to the coat hanger with a quiet clink, his movements uncharacteristically calm. you glance around as you step further into the house, your gaze catching the open laptop and scattered paperwork on the coffee table. clearly, he’d been in the middle of something important when you called.

you move to the outside balcony, sinking onto the couch there, the cool night air brushing against your skin. rafe follows shortly after, standing in the doorway for a moment before stepping onto the balcony.

your eyes flick back to the coffee table through the glass door, taking in the slight disarray of his work. he must’ve dropped everything the moment he heard your voice, and the thought makes your chest tighten, your heart swelling with an unfamiliar warmth.

“you didn’t have to stop what you were doing,” you say softly, glancing up at him.

he shrugs, leaning against the balcony railing, his expression unreadable but his voice steady. “it’s not important. you are.”

his words linger in the air between you, and for once, you don’t overthink them. you just let yourself feel the comfort of being here, the weight of the day slowly lifting.

“rafe—” you begin, your voice soft, almost hesitant.

“yeah?” he cuts in quickly, his response sharp and immediate, like he’d been waiting on edge for you to say something. his eyes search yours, his posture tense, his mind clearly elsewhere. sarah’s words are still plaguing him, the weight of them pulling him into his thoughts.

you take a small breath, steadying yourself. “thank you,” you say, your tone even softer now. “for helping me through that.”

his expression softens slightly, and he takes a step closer before sitting down on the small table in front of you, close enough that his knees brush yours. his focus is completely on you now, and the tension in his shoulders eases just a fraction.

“it’s happened before,” you admit quietly, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sweater, “but it’s never been that…” your voice trails off, the weight of earlier still heavy in your chest.

rafe nods slowly, understanding without needing you to finish the sentence. “i know,” he says softly, his voice steady but tinged with something that sounds like regret. his gaze holds yours, unwavering. “it’s okay. you’re okay.”

his words settle over you like a blanket, grounding you in the moment. for all his rough edges, rafe had a way of being exactly what you needed when the world felt like too much. and right now, that was more than enough.

the silence stretches between you, heavy and unspoken, until rafe finally sighs, breaking it. “i saw sarah at the store,” he says, his voice low.

your gaze lifts from your fingers, which had been nervously fiddling with the hem of your sweater. sitting up straighter, you meet his eyes, searching for something in his expression. “what did she say?” you ask softly.

he exhales sharply, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “i just want you to know,” he begins, his voice steady but tense, “she’s not mad at you. she’s mad at me.” his hand clenches into a fist, his knuckles whitening as he stares down at the floor.

“sarah…” he trails off, his jaw tightening at the mere thought of her. after a beat, he continues, his voice bitter. “she thinks i’m using you to get to her.”

the words hang in the air, and for a moment, all you can do is watch him, trying to make sense of it all. “are you?” you ask, your voice quiet but firm, your gaze unwavering as you search his face.

rafe’s eyes flicker between yours, the tension in his body palpable. his jaw works for a moment, and then he finally answers, his voice steady. “no.”

the way he says it—calm, without hesitation—makes you believe him. but the weight of everything else still lingers, making the air between you feel thick and unsteady.

“rafe, it’s fine. really, I’m over it,” you say softly, trying to keep your tone light, even though it feels like there’s a weight pressing down on your chest. “if you just want to keep it casual, then we’ll leave it at that. it was the agreement in the first place, right?”

his jaw tightens, his teeth grinding together as he struggles to keep his composure. casual. the word feels like a knife twisting in his gut because it’s the opposite of what he wants.

but admitting that to you? that’s something else entirely. he almost slipped earlier—nearly spilled everything in the middle of the gas station while arguing with sarah. but here, sitting across from you, the words feel too heavy, too risky.

rafe wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to protect you. every instinct in him screamed to keep you away from his world, to shield you from the darkness that followed him everywhere he went.

“it’s not that simple,” he mutters finally, his voice low, as if he’s talking more to himself than to you. his fists clench again, the tension in his body radiating outward. “you think this is about keeping it casual? it’s not. it’s about keeping you safe.”

his eyes flick to yours, and for a moment, the mask slips completely. there’s a raw vulnerability in his expression, something he’s been trying to keep buried. “the way i live my life… it’ll ruin you,” he says, his voice cracking slightly. “and i can’t let that happen.”

your brows knit together, a confused pout forming on your lips that almost makes him cave. “if this is about stacy thornton—”

“it’s not about stacy,” he interrupts quickly, his tone sharp but not unkind. his hands move to his face, rubbing stressfully as he exhales deeply. “the reason you saw me with her that day on the golf course… it wasn’t what you think.”

you stay quiet, your gaze fixed on him as he drops his hands and meets your eyes again. “i was trying to strike a deal with her father. cameron development is his company’s biggest competitor, and if i can get close to stacy, he won’t see me as a threat, and i could blindside him,” he explains, his voice steady but laced with frustration, as though the situation is as exhausting for him as it is for you.

his hand instinctively finds your knee, his thumb tracing gentle patterns across it, grounding himself as much as you. “i don’t want anything to do with stacy, i promise,” he says, his tone softening as he looks at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding.

the sincerity in his voice, the gentle touch of his hand, and the raw honesty in his confession make it harder for you to hold onto the frustration you felt before. “then why does it feel like you’re always pushing me away?” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly.

his eyes shut softly, as if he’s trying to gather any remaining resolve he can muster. his chest rises and falls with a heavy sigh before he speaks, his voice low and unsteady. “because, baby…” the nickname slips from his lips so naturally, so effortlessly, it sends a flutter through your stomach despite the weight of the moment.

“if i don’t push you away,” he continues, his eyes opening slowly to meet yours, “then i have to let you in. and i can’t do that to you.” his voice cracks just slightly at the end, the vulnerability slipping through despite his attempts to stay composed.

his hand tightens its grip on your knee for a moment, as if anchoring himself to you, his thumb still tracing gentle patterns. “letting you in means exposing you to all of it—everything i’ve done, everything i am. and you don’t deserve that.” his voice wavers, the rawness in his tone making your chest ache.

you stare at him, your heart twisting at his words. “but don’t you see?” you whisper, leaning forward slightly, your own voice trembling. “you’re not protecting me by shutting me out, rafe. you’re just hurting me more.”

his resolve crumbles completely, the weight of holding back proving too much. he sighs softly, his hand sliding from your knee to gently grip your chin, tilting your face toward his. his eyes search yours for a moment, as if asking for permission, before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours in a soft, tentative kiss.

it’s not like the other times. this kiss isn’t rushed or heated—it’s careful, almost fragile, like he’s afraid it might break both of you if he lingers too long. his thumb brushes your jaw as his lips move against yours, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades away.

when he pulls back slightly, his forehead rests against yours, his hand still holding your chin. his voice is barely a whisper when he speaks. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your lips. “i just… i don’t know how else to show you.”

“show me what?” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly as you chew on your bottom lip, trying to steady yourself, trying to keep from closing the distance between you again.

rafe’s hand lingers on your chin, his thumb gently brushing your skin as his eyes bore into yours, raw and unguarded. he swallows hard, his voice breaking slightly as he finally says the words that have been clawing at him for what feels like forever.

“that i love you,” he murmurs, the confession hanging heavily in the air between you. his gaze doesn’t falter, watching your every reaction like he’s bracing himself for whatever comes next.

your breath catches in your throat, his words hitting you harder than you ever expected. the vulnerability in his voice, the way his hand shakes ever so slightly against your skin—it’s enough to shatter any walls you had left.

“well, i can piece it together, i’m a big girl,” you mutter, your words barely leaving your lips before you close the space between you, crashing your mouth against his without another thought.

rafe groans softly, his hands immediately finding their way into your hair, tangling in it as he pulls you closer. in one swift motion, he removes the hat from your head, tossing it aside like it’s in his way. his lips move against yours with a mixture of urgency and tenderness, his touch igniting a spark that makes your whole body feel alive.

“what are you doing to me, huh?” he mumbles against your lips, his voice low and gravelly, the words almost a plea.

you smile against his mouth, the smallest laugh escaping you before you pull back just enough to meet his eyes, your hands brushing lightly against his chest. “probably the same thing you’re doing to me,” you reply softly, your gaze flickering between his lips and his eyes.

a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth before he pulls you back in, kissing you deeply, as if trying to make up for all the moments he held himself back.

rafe’s kisses left you dizzy, every touch, every movement pulling you deeper into him. before you even realized it, you were rolling your hips against his, your body moving instinctively, chasing the heat building between you. breathy moans slipped from your lips against his, and his hands gripped your waist firmly, guiding your movements as you straddled him.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, his head falling back slightly as he leans into the couch, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. “doing so good f’me,” he mumbles, his voice rough with pleasure.

his words send a spark through you, making your hips move more deliberately, the friction sending shivers up your spine. rafe’s eyes never leave you, dark and hooded as he watches you attempt to bounce on him, your movements unsteady as the overwhelming pleasure takes hold of you.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tighter, helping you find a rhythm. “so fucking perfect.” his praise only spurs you on, the intensity building with every roll of your hips, every moan that slips from both your lips. the world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you and the heat consuming you both.

the way you were squeezing around him had rafe’s jaw ticking, his self-control hanging by a thread. every movement of your hips sent shockwaves through him, and he was trying—really trying—not to lose himself and thrust into you, wanting to keep you comfortable.

but when he couldn’t hold back any longer, his hands gripped your waist firmly, flipping you so your back was splayed against the couch. before you could even process the shift, he grabbed one of the nearby pillows, sliding it under your lower back to lift your hips, positioning you for a deeper angle.

“trust me,” he murmured, his voice rough but tender, his lips brushing against your temple as he settled between your legs.

then he started moving, his pace firm and deliberate, each thrust pushing into you with an intensity that had you crying out, your moans matching the rhythm of his movements. your hands gripped his neck for support, nails digging in slightly as the new angle sent pleasure coursing through you in waves.

“fuck,” rafe groaned, his voice low and strained as he watched your body arch beneath him. “you feel so good, baby—so fucking perfect.” his words only amplified the heat pooling in your core, your moans turning into desperate gasps as he kept up the relentless pace, the balcony echoing with the sounds of skin meeting skin and your shared breaths.

“rafe, shit—don’t stop,” you beg, your voice trembling as your legs quiver around his waist, struggling to keep hold of him as he pounds into you. every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, your body arching into his as you cling to him for support.

he groans at your words, his eyes darkening as his hand slides up your body, finding its way to your neck. his fingers curl around your throat, applying just enough pressure under your jaw to make your head spin, the sensation amplifying the overwhelming heat pooling in your core.

“you like that, huh?” he mutters, his voice rough and dripping with control as he watches your face twist in pleasure beneath him. “look at you, baby, taking it so well for me.”

your eyes flutter closed as the overwhelming combination of his relentless pace and the pressure on your neck sends you spiraling closer to the edge. “rafe,” you whimper, your voice trembling, the sound barely audible over the symphony of heavy breaths and skin meeting skin.

his eyes stay locked on you, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks, parted lips, and trembling body beneath him. his other hand moves to press firmly on your lower stomach, the added pressure making you cry out, your back arching against the couch as the sensation intensifies everything.

“fuck,” he groans, his voice gravelly as he watches your reactions, completely entranced by the way you respond to him. “you feel that?” he mutters, his hand pressing down just a little more. “feel how deep i am?”

you can only nod weakly, your moans turning into desperate, breathless gasps as your body tightens around him, squeezing with every thrust. rafe’s jaw clenches, his own composure fraying as he drives you both closer and closer to the edge, his pace never faltering.

“come on, pretty girl,” he murmurs through gritted teeth, his tone raw and commanding. “cum for me. i’ve got you.”

his words are the final push, and your body shudders as the release crashes over you. your walls convulse around his cock, pulling a deep, guttural moan from his throat. the intensity has your head spinning, and your moans dissolve into gasps as he keeps thrusting, prolonging your high even as the overstimulation starts to set in.

rafe’s hand slips from your neck, his head dropping to rest beside yours, his breath hot against your skin. his pace falters as he feels his own release building rapidly. when your cunt squeezes him tightly on a particularly deep thrust, it sends him over the edge.

“fuck,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he spills inside of you, filling you completely. his grip on your hips tightens as he rides out the waves of his orgasm, his body trembling slightly against yours.

the room falls into a heavy silence, the only sounds the mingling of your ragged breaths and the faint hum of the crickets outside. rafe stays still for a moment, his forehead pressed against your shoulder, grounding himself before slowly pulling out to look at you, his eyes soft but unreadable.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice soft, almost hesitant. “i didn’t mean to be rough.” his eyes scan your face intently, searching for any trace of discomfort or regret.

you let out a soft laugh, reaching up to pull his face down to yours, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. his shoulders relax, and he smiles against your mouth, the tension in his body melting away.

when you pull back, the wet sound of the kiss echoes softly in the quiet night, and a playful smirk tugs at your lips. “you’re so cute,” you tease, your voice light and full of warmth.

for the first time, you see his cheeks flush a faint shade of pink, and the sight makes you erupt into a fit of laughter. rafe huffs softly, shaking his head, but there’s a shy grin tugging at his lips that he can’t hide.

“i love you, rafe,” you say suddenly, the words falling from your lips with ease, no hesitation or doubt.

his eyes widen slightly, his expression softening as he looks at you. for a moment, he’s silent, his hand brushing against your cheek. “i love you,” he whispers, his voice rough but steady, his gaze holding yours as if to make sure you know just how much he means it.

“we’re gonna be okay,” you whisper softly, your hand coming up to caress his cheek. your thumb brushes over his skin in slow, soothing strokes, your eyes locked on his.

“yeah,” rafe murmurs, his voice dark and full of resolve, “after i kill the person who recorded you.”

your hand stills for a moment, his words making your stomach twist. you can see the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes darken at the thought, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“rafe,” you say softly, leaning closer to him, your tone a mixture of caution and reassurance. “that’s not how we should handle this. i just… i just want it to go away. i don’t want you to make it worse.”

his eyes flicker back to yours, softening slightly, though the fire in them doesn’t fully fade. “no one gets to do that to you,” he mutters, his hand coming up to cover yours on his cheek. “no one gets to hurt you and get away with it.”

you sigh, leaning your forehead against his. “we’ll figure it out. together. just… don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

he doesn’t answer right away, the weight of your words hanging between you. but after a moment, he nods reluctantly, his hand tightening around yours. “okay,” he finally says, his voice calm, though the tension in his tone betrays him. it’s clear he’s only agreeing to keep you at ease.

later, once you’ve fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep, rafe gently scoops you up, careful not to wake you. he carries you to his bed, tucking you under the soft duvet. his gaze lingers on your face for a moment, his expression softening as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your cheek. with a quiet sigh, he turns and closes the door behind him.

but there’s no rest for him tonight. he stalks to his office, the air around him heavy with purpose. dropping into his chair, he powers up his laptop, his jaw set as he begins sending emails and messages.

personal investigators, tech-savvy acquaintances, and anyone else who might help him track down the person responsible for the video—you’re not just a priority to him; you’re the priority.

each keystroke is filled with a quiet rage, his determination growing with every email sent. rafe won’t rest, won’t stop, until he figures out who did this to you—and makes sure they regret it.

© aerialmirrorss

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[nottsangel]

how do you think rafes baddie girlfriend would react to him trying to be possessive and controlling of her at a party?

god, she would have none of it. she’s her own person who knows exactly what she wants and will never let a man, including rafe, tell her what she can and cannot do. it frustrates and irritates him. he wants you to be all his, even though you already are— but it never seems to be enough for him.

you can feel rafe’s burning eyes following you with every move you make at the party, your hips swaying to the beat as you have your arms wrapped around your friend while dancing with her. he taps his rings restlessly against the glass beer bottle while glancing around the room with narrowed eyes, taking in all the guys who are staring at you with lust.

he tries not to lose his cool, knowing you fucking hate it when he's controlling, but when he notices some drunk guys talking to each other while pointing at his girl, he has had enough. rafe could easily guess what they were talking about, almost recognising his old, single self and his friends in that group, treating girls like objects to be used solely for their pleasure— the thought of them doing the same to you causes anger to rage through his entire body.

you’re in your own world, nothing on your mind except the music pounding in your ears, when all of a sudden you feel a strong hand wrapped around your arm, causing you to flinch before seeing your boyfriend’s towering frame standing over you, his intense blue eyes gazing down at you.

“cut that shit out, yeah? everyone in this goddamn room is practically eye fucking you, for fucks sake. you gotta behave, makin’ me look like a fucking idiot here.” “behave? rafe, helloo?! i’m literally just dancing? you’re so fucking dramatic, holy fucking shit. now either join me or leave— but i think i already know the answer to that, mr. stiff hips.” you snap, looking him up and down with a disapproving expression on your face, not in the slightest bit amused by his controlling behaviour.

he scoffs, tongue poking the inside of his cheek in annoyance, “if that’s how you wanna play this, then a’ight”, eyes momentarily leaving yours as he rubs his face with his mind racing, before returning his gaze to you. “but by the end of the night, you’re gonna fucking regret it.” “yeah yeah, whatever tough boy, we’ll see about that.”

[urmum-lovesme]

Angel Baby - Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader P5

pairing: Best Friend!Rafe Cameron x Kook!Best-Friend!reader

summary: Rafe and Reader have known each other since kindergarten, always side by side, the king and princess of Figure 8. So why now does he start feeling different towards her, when all she's ever been is his best friend?

a/n: this is sooo long I'm so sorry but I wanted to get EVERYTHING into it. This has got heavy heavy bi!reader in it, but we finally get a tease of Rafe and y/n, and a little jealous!Rafe, and a little jealous!Reader and a whole lot of denial, denial, denial, acceptance...? DENIAL! Thank you so so much for allll the love, I never expected to have so many people actually read my work. I've opened my asks so while I work on the next Chpt ask me anything you want to know about Kook!Bestfriend!Reader and Bestfriend!Rafe!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL ENJOYYYYY

Pictures are from Pinterest so credit to who ever they belong to.

warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking, drugs, suggestive content, two girls making out (so spooky ;) ), driving under the influence, nudity, jumping into a pond.

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Kelce sat in the passenger seat, skillfully rolling a joint as the car hummed along. The windows were down, and a cool breeze rushed in, tousling their hair. The bass from the music thudded in their chests, vibrating the air with every beat. In the backseat, Y/N sat next to Rafe, the applicator of her lip gloss gliding over her lips as she studied her reflection in the rearview mirror, adjusting the gloss with a focused gaze. Rafe sat next to her, his attention drawn to her lips as the girl re-applied her lip gloss. His eyes focused intently on her lips as he watched her press them together, his tongue darting out to wet his own lips at the action. Topper and Kelce were making small talk as they drove. Y/n looked over to the silent boy next to her, “you ‘kay?” She questioned head tilting as she closed the lipgloss, cap smoothly sliding back into place. He nodded in response, 

“Yeah, I’m fine”

She nodded her head back at him as she sat back into the seat speaking up over the music, “I think we should make a bet…” directing her words to all the guys. Kelce and Topper both looked at each other, eyebrows raised with slight confusion, wondering about what kind of bet she was talking about. The girl was known for going all or nothing after all. Rafe’s ears perked up at her words, his interest being peaked as he wondered what she had in mind.

“Rumor has it… that Beth Sanders is gonna be there today.” Y/N glanced over at Rafe, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she spoke, she knew he used to have a crush on the girl. Kelce and Topper lips upturned at the mention of Beth, they both knew of Rafe’s little ‘crush’ when they were younger. Rafe rolled his eyes muttering out,

“So what?”

“Sooo,” she spoke out slyly as she sat forward slightly looking at Rafe, “I say we make a bet on who can get with her first…”

Both Kelce and Topper were now fully intrigued by the girl's proposal, both of their faces lighting up, excited by what she’d come up with. They both looked at Rafe, awaiting his reaction to her suggestion. He shot Y/N a skeptical look,

“You sure she swings that way?”

No one really knew what Beth preferred, however Y/N wasn’t the type to shy away from uncertainty—she liked a challenge– the adrenaline was addictive. She shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Who says she has to choose? Maybe she likes both,” she teased, enjoying how unsettled Rafe seemed by the idea “...I do.” She watched the boy's internal battle as he decided what to do.

He’s gotta say yes. 

“And besides, we’re not betting on what she prefers. We’re betting on who gets her first.” She added on, slipping her bottom lip between her teeth as she bit down slightly. Rafe looked at her, raising an eyebrow as he took in her words, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“And if we lose?”

“Hmmm,” she tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes narrowing in thought as she met his gaze, “I don’t know,” she looked to the boys in the front seat awaiting their suggestions. Kelce whipped around in his seat, quickly speaking up with an excited smile on his face,

“Loser has to skinny dip in the golf course pond.”

Topper immediately smiled widely at Kelce’s suggestion, looking over his shoulder at Rafe, his eyes flickering over to y/n hoping his idea would be accepted. Y/N’s reaction was immediate—her giggles bubbled up, loud and carefree, as she threw her head back in amusement, 

“Kelce, you’re insane,” she laughed, “it’s perfect!”

Kelce and Topper both burst into simultaneous laughter in the front seat. She shot a glance toward Rafe, knowing he was probably already running through the worst-case scenarios in his head. He rolled his eyes at the boys and how they were all agreeing with the punishment, then turned to the girl, shaking his head with a smirk,

“You’re dicks, you know that right?”

“Scared you’re gonna lose Rafey?” She playfully spoke, looking at the boy as they pulled up to the house. He could see the look on her face, knowing she was just trying to rile him up. He leaned a little closer to her as Topper parked the car. His voice was a little quieter, so Kelce and Topper couldn’t hear him,

“Please… I think we both know who the loser of this bet is gonna be.”

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The music thrummed through the entire house as they stepped inside, the heavy beat vibrating the walls and making the floor feel like it was pulsing beneath their feet. Angelina wiggled her fingers in a casual wave as she passed a group of girls who had been waiting by the entrance. They shouted out her name in greeting, their smiles wide and welcoming, the kind that came from being the Kook Princess. Rafe, who had been walking alongside her, pulled her toward the kitchen, where the sounds of clinking bottles and the scent of spilled alcohol mixed with the tang of rum and tequila. Kelce and Topper had split from them, going off into different rooms, scoping out the house, greeting people they knew, people they didn’t. Rafe pulled out a bottle of rum from under the counter, twisting the cap off with a practiced flick of his wrist. 

“You ready to have some fun?” he asked, his voice slightly louder now to compete with the rising volume of the music. With a wide smile, she raised her own drink, the alcohol sloshing in the cup. 

“Always.”

The night had officially begun.

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She looked up from where she was talking with a group of people, gloating about the new cars their parents got them.

Entitled assholes

Expecting to see Rafe she was taken by surprise by his absence. A few hours had passed since they’d gotten to the house, the number of people doubling generously. Her eyes flickered around the room as she stepped away from the group, her eyes landing on Rafe through the archway of the door, leading into the hallway which was littered with people. There he stood, leaning against the door speaking to none other than Beth Sanders. She shook her head, chuckling to herself. 

That’s how you wanna play this game?

Rafe stood in the hallway chatting to Beth, he was trying his best to ignore the fact that y/n was only a few feet away, but he could sense her glare from a mile away. He had become all too familiar with that expression- part amusement, part something else that he couldn’t quite place. The girl in front of him rambled about something he had no clue about, he could tell if it was the alcohol but she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. He nodded, and then, for a split second, his gaze flickered toward Y/N again. 

This time, their eyes met, and Rafe couldn’t look away.

Y/N’s expression was unreadable, but there was something in her eyes—something that made his stomach tighten. The energy between them shifted, an invisible line between them pulling taut.

“Rafe?” 

Beth’s voice cut through his thoughts, a little confused as she waved a hand in front of his face. 

“You okay?”

He blinked, pulling himself out of the daze. He’d forgotten where he was for a second. 

“Yeah”

Y/n watched them from the kitchen, arms leaning against the counter as she saw the boy working his charm. He laughed slightly as Beth told him a joke, slowly taking a subtle step closer to the girl from where he leaned on the wall, getting a little closer to her. She grit her teeth as she looked away.

It’s just a bet relax

She needed to get the girl away from him because… -she didn't want to lose the bet, thats what it was. She looked around wondering what she could do, however her eye was caught by the movement near the kitchen counter. Pouring a mixer there stood Beth holding her red solo cup and trying to find something to make her drink stronger. She had to suppress her smirk. 

Too easy. 

She walked up to the girl, standing next to her she looked at her with a small smile on her face, 

“That any good?” She gestures her finger towards the cup the girl was holding tilting her head slightly. Beth looked over and smiled as she saw y/n next to her. She looked into her cup, swirling the liquid around as she spoke, 

“Not bad so far, but it’s a little flat” She chuckled slightly, lifting the cup to her lips to take another sip. Y/n picked up a liqueur bottle standing next to them as she lifted it to her with a suggestive smile. The girls eyes glancing down to the bottle and then back up to the girl in front of her,

“Is that any good?” She questioned with a little hesitation.

“We’ll have to wait and see” Y/n giggled as she poured it into the girls cup. Beth watched with a slight eyebrow raise as she poured the liquid into the cup, the smile on her face never faltering. She looked down into the liquid curiously, bringing the cup to her lips and taking a tentative sip, her eyebrows raising with surprise,

“That’s good”

“Can I?” She spoke out to the girl taking a step closer as she leant against the counter facing the girl now. There was a flicker of something in Beth’s eyes- curiosity, maybe. Her gaze dropped, trailing from Y/N’s face down to the curve of her body. The air around thickened, a tension that neither of them could deny. Beth looked at the girl as she leant against the counter, a slightly flirty tone to her voice as she spoke.

“You wanna taste?” her voice was light, but it carried a subtle edge, a playfulness that mirrored the challenge in Y/N’s eyes, as if she were offering more than just a drink.

“Mmhmm” She hummed back in a sultry tone leaning slightly closer to the girl. Y/N didn’t hesitate, her lips curling into a slow, confident smile. Beth’s smirk grew slightly in reaction to the girl. She watched as he leant closer to her, holding the drink out for the girl, 

“Then take one”

Y/n took the cup, her fingers brushing against the girls, bringing it up to her lips. Her eyes looked into the ones opposite her. The liquid burnt as it slid down her throat; a smile spread onto her lips as she pulled the cup away,

“That’s so strong,” she giggled slightly as she shook her head.

Beth let out a soft chuckle, her eyes never leaving y/n’s face as she spoke. Her heart was racing, her mind fuzzy from the alcohol she’d consumed over the night.

“Yeah it’s strong…” 

She bit her lip, bringing her gaze up and down the girl's body, her eyes lingering over the girl, her tiny lacy cami top leaving little to the imagination. Y/n looked over the girl, the expression on her face hazy. Her eyes landed on her neck. Her fingertips reached up and touched over the silver on her neck, fiddling with the small pendant, so dainty and delicate. 

“This is pretty”

A shiver went down Beth’s spine as she felt the girl’s fingertips touch her neck gently, the girl felt the urge to lean into her touch.

“Thank you…” She spoke out, leaning closer slightly, wanting to feel the girl's fingers against more of her skin. As the girl leant closer to her, y/n could sense the feeling of eyes on her. Looking past the girl, who was talking into her ear, her citrusy perfume wafting to her nose, her gaze landed on Rafe.

The boy's eyes staring straight at her.

Beth was too engulfed in the feeling of the girl’s touch. It felt nice as the girl started to gently toy with her necklace, her eyes slowly starting to drop closed, maybe she’d had a few more drinks than she thought… 

Rafe watched from the other side of the kitchen, his heart rate started to quicken as he watched the scene before him. Watching as the girls stood close together, how their bodies were touching, his jaw started to tighten.

What the hell is she doing?

It wasn’t just the closeness of their bodies. It wasn’t just the way Y/N seemed so damn confident- so at ease, like she had this stupid bet in the bag. It was the way the girl next to her responded, the soft smile playing on her lips, the way she didn’t pull away. She was enjoying it. She was practically melting into Y/N’s touch.

Fuck

Rafe could feel his pulse pounding in his ears. It wasn’t just the alcohol that made him feel tense; it was something else, something unfamiliar that gnawed at him. The bet was supposed to be a simple competition, who could win Beth’s attention first. But now, it wasn’t looking so simple. The heavy thumping of the song changed its rhythm, y/n’s ears perking up as she looked at the girl. She didn’t wait for Beth to respond, already pulling her away from the kitchen and into the living room, where the energy of the party had reached its peak. She glanced over at Beth her eyes lighting up, 

Perfect

“I love this song!” Y/N shouted over the sound, her voice laced with playful excitement. The crowd was a sea of swaying, hot bodies grinding against each other, the bass vibrating through the floor, thumping up into their chests as hips rolled and feet shuffled in time with the beat. The room seemed to pulse, she turned her head slightly, looking over her shoulder at the girl, giving her a grin that was full of mischief. 

“Come on,” Y/N said, her voice breathy and full of the song’s infectious energy. She pulled Beth into the crowd, her hand still tightly gripping hers as they wove through the sea people. Beth followed, her own grin slowly spreading as she let herself be led by Y/N. There was a certain lightness to the way they moved together, the girls's hand slid around Beth’s waist, guiding her into the rhythm. 

“I didn’t think you were the dancing type,” Beth teased, her voice almost lost in the thrum of the music as she leaned in. She smiled at the girls touch as she leaned in slighter closer to the girl, mouth near her ear so she could hear her, hot breath against the side of her neck, 

“Guess you don’t know me that well then.”

Beth’s breath hitched slightly as she felt the girl lean in closer to her, her breath fanning over her neck sending a shiver down her spine.

“Yeah” She spoke out, her voice breathy, her grip on the girl's hips tightening as she spoke, pulling her a little closer to her. Beth looked into the girls eyes, as they danced together, her eyes fluttered down to the girls lips before glancing back up at her, her hand came around her neck as she swayed against each other. Y/n felt the girl’s hand come up to her neck, 

No turning back now

She could sense Rafe’s eyes burning holes into her as he observed from the sideline, leant against the wall and holding a beer bottle in his hand. He watched closely as the two girls danced together, a mix of surprise and jealousy rushing through him as he observed their body’s moving closely together, their hands all over each other. He squeezed the beer bottle tight in his grip.

Y/n leant slightly closer to the girl, faces inches away from each other,

“Having fun?”

Beth let out a soft breath as the girl leaned in closer to her. Her head and body felt fuzzy, her face flushed slightly,

“So much fun,” she spoke out, her eyes flickering down to the girls lips once again before coming back up to look into her eyes, “You?”

“Could be having more fun..” 

She whispered out suggestively to the girl, only she could hear due to their close distance to one another, everyone else’s hearing muffled by the loud thrumming of the music. Beth’s breath hitched a little as she heard the girl’s seductive whisper, her body reacting to the girl's words, skin tingling under her touch. They were standing so close together, her body inches away, their faces almost touching as they swayed along with the music.

“Oh yeah?” Beth replied, mimicking the girl’s alluring tone, the alcohol fueling her desire, 

“What did you have in mind?”

“Mmm -  you know what I mean” Y/n said, her hand reaching up to the girl’s chin holding her closer to her own face. Beth’s heart rate quickened as the girl's hand went to her chin, her touch feeling like sparks on her skin. 

“Do I?” She spoke back, feigning innocence as her gaze flickered down to the girl's lips. Y/n shook her head gently at the girl’s mockery, pulling herself closer to her lips now millimetres away still giving the girl a chance to pull away, she could feel Beth’s warm breath against her lips. The music lowered slightly, waiting for the beat to drop. She could feel her heart beating against her chest slightly harder now. 

I’m gonna win

Y/n’s nose was now gently bumping against the girls, her breath fanning across her face. Beth reached her hands up, placing them on the girls hips, holding her in place as she waited for her next move. Y/n could feel Rafe’s angry gaze but she wasn’t pulling away now, not when she was so close.

Rafe’s jaw was clenched as he watched the girls so close together, his knuckles going white from how hard he was holding onto the beer bottle in his hand. He was pissed but he couldn’t look away, his eyes stuck on them as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

Y/n finally pushed herself closer to the girl, lips pressing against her’s. 

The room seemed to blurr, the only thing she was focused on was the girls lips as they kissed, tasting sweet like sugar and alcohol. Her hand slid into the girl's hair, pulling her closer against her as their mouths worked together. Beth let out a soft gasp as the girl's hand slid into her hair, pulling her closer to her body, their mouths moving together in sync. Her arms suddenly came up, wrapping around the girl's waist desperately, pulling her flush up to her body, their hips pressing together. Y/n couldn’t resist the urge to open her eyes. She peered past the girl as she continued to work the girl’s lips against her own, tilting her head slightly. 

Her eyes locked with Rafe.

He was glued to the sight in front of him. His fists clenching by his side bottle now thrown somewhere across the room, heart racing wildly in his chest. He watched as the girls kissed, their bodies close, hips pressed against one another, their eyes closed, lost in one another. It was like a car wreck, he couldn’t look away, he didn’t want to look away, even though he felt an anger burning inside him. But the anger didn’t feel like it was just about losing. No matter how much he tried to tell himself it was just that, the bitterness in his chest didn’t go away. The music surrounding him was muffled, his focus on them, the way Beth’s hands roamed over y/n’s body, sliding over her shoulder blades, moving over her back down, down down to her- The sight of it gnawed at him, twisting something deep in his gut. 

It wasn’t just about the bet anymore. It was something deeper.

No

I don’t care. It’s just a bet.

As he turned away harshly bumping into someone as he stormed away from the room, heading towards the entrance. He tried to push the thought down, but it was too late. He was already drowning in a truth he wasn’t ready to face.

Y/n could hear the girl whimpering under her, but she couldn’t draw her eyes away from Rafe. She felt a fire burning in her stomach and she didn’t know what was going on. She noticed the way the boy had suddenly turned away from them, causing her to pull away from the girl with a gentle breath. Looking over her flushed face, a smile appearing on her lips at the sight. Beth was breathing heavily as the girl pulled away from her, their lips disconnecting with a soft sound. She let out a soft chuckle, her eyes roaming over the girls face, noticing her eyes no longer held the glint they had when the song first started,

“You okay?” She spoke out, lifting her hand and brushing the girl’s hair out of her face.

“Yeah…yeah I’m good pretty girl.” She spoke out cheekily as she moved her hand down resting it on the girl's waist. Although she’d won the bet with Rafe, and it’s not that she didn’t enjoy her little moment with Beth, she felt a spark of guilt in her stomach. A pink hue spread across Beth’s cheeks as the girl’s fingers lightly rested on her waist. She let out a soft laugh at the girl's nickname. She tilted her head, looking at her face, she could still tell something wasn’t quite right. Y/n’s eyes looked behind the girl, her gaze lifted up to the clock on the wall; 1:17.

When did it get late? 

She needed to go, well she didn’t really but she could’ve sworn that her father said he had a meeting he wanted her to attend with him so she knew she needed to get back to be able to wake in the morning. Besides, she needed an excuse to find Rafe. She let out a small sigh looking down to the girl,

“Look I’ve had fun but-”

“But?” She questioned softly, her fingers gently squeezing the girl's hips, holding her in place.

“I need to get going.” Y/n spoke out hand falling off the girl’s waist. 

“Oh..okay” Beth tried to sound unbothered, but a hint of disappointment was clear in her tone.

“Sorry baby.” She pouted jokingly at the girl trying to lighten the mood, she couldn’t deny that she felt a little bad. Beth didn’t try to stop the smile that spread across her lips at the girl's words. 

“Yeah yeah, don’t apologize” She chuckled softly, her hands releasing  the girls hips unwillingly. “See you around Beth.” She spoke out with a wink to the girl before turning away. As she threaded her way through the people still milling about, her body brushed against others, but it all felt distant as she made her way to the front door of the house.

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Stepping foot through the front doors she looked around at the littered cars in the drive. Her eyes landed on Topper's car, where Rafe stood leaning against the car hood pulling on his vape, puffing it out into the air around him, the wispy clouds of smoke drifting from his mouth into the air and dispersing. Her steps were slightly wobbly as she walked down towards the car, but she couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol she’d consumed throughout the night or from the adrenaline of the situation she’d put herself into. The closer she got she saw Topper and Kelce already in the car, passing each other a joint as they laughed in the smoky car. Rafe glanced up as he heard footsteps, his eyes landing on the girl walking towards them. He couldn’t help but scan his eyes over her body, her hair disheveled. He pushed himself off the car a little, watching her intently as she approached the car, taking a long draw from the vape in his hand.

“I won.” She spoke out the closer she got.

His jaw ticked slightly at her words as his eyes narrowed. His head was still swimming with a mixture of anger from watching the girls together,

“Good for you,” He replied bluntly, sarcasm dripping from his tone, “get in the car.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback slightly by his response. Her eyebrows furrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. 

What’s his problem? 

She had won, hadn’t she? So why was he acting like this?

“What you jealous… loser?” She replied mockingly with a smirk on her face, assuming that he must be angry that he’d lost the bet, being oh so cocky at the beginning of the night. His eyes narrowed further as his anger spiked again, 

“Jealous?” He let out a scoff, his hands crossing over his chest. “Hardly” He glanced over at her again, “She’s a slut anyways she’d get with anyone.”

“Right.” She spoke out as she rolled her eyes at his spitefulness, starting to get irritated by the boy's behaviour, she'd always reprimand him when he degraded woman infront of her. Opening the doors and sliding into the back shutting the doors behind her. He pulled himself up into the car sitting next to her she leaned over to him speaking tauntingly,

“Can’t wait to see you jumping into the pond.” 

Rafe closed his eyes hand coming up to rub down his face.

Shit 

He’d forgotten about the dumbass punishment that they’d set up, and he was so positive he was going to win. He’d gotten so riled up about Beth… - about y/n, that he’d forgotten about it. Of course he was dreading the thought of jumping into the cold pond. He cursed himself for making the stupid bet with her. Rafe let out a sigh, he knew he was going to have to do it,

“Yeah yeah, I know” He spoke out, his voice laced with frustration.

“Let’s do it now.” Y/n spoke out challengingly as she looked to the boy holding eye contact, Topper having already pulled out the house's drive and the car now moving along the road. Rafe’s eyes widened a little at her words, caught off guard. His eyes continued to hold her gaze as he considered her words. He would have to do it eventually, it might as well be now.

“Alright.” Topper listening to the two in the back seats, made his way towards the golf course as he spoke out to the brown haired boy,

“Can’t wait to see this shit man.” Kelce laughed along in agreement.

Rafe rolled his eyes as he heard Topper and Kelce’s words. He’d already made the stupid bet with the girl, the last thing he needed was to hear them chime in with their idiotic comments. He let out a frustrated breath as he mentally prepared himself.

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The four walked towards the large pond, sat out the front of the golf course before the gates to the entrance. Topper and Kelce walked up front laughing to each other, Kelce drunk from their night out so he was finding everything incredibly funny. Shadows stretched over the grass, and the occasional rustle of the trees added to the stillness of the late hour. Y/n walked beside Rafe, she glanced over at him, but he wasn’t looking at her—his eyes were fixed ahead, she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something had shifted between them tonight.

Does me winning bother him that much…? 

Rafe couldn't believe he was going to go through with this. He gritted his teeth as they neared the water’s edge, trying to block out the sounds of Kelce’s stupid commentary in front of him. As he walked beside y/n, he felt her gaze on him, her eyes roaming over his face. He kept his eyes forward, determined to get the punishment over with.

“Are you mad I won…?” She spoke out breaking the tense silence between them as they neared the pond, the two other boys already out on the small wooden dock it had. Rafe pursed his lips at her question, the silence between them deafening for a few seconds before he spoke,

“No” 

He spoke out bluntly, refusing to meet her eyes as he continued walking. Technically it wasn’t a lie, he wasn’t mad..exactly. He was frustrated and annoyed, the feeling in his stomach twisting again at the thought of her and Beth together. His face was set in a firm expression. Yes okay, he was mad. Angry that she’d won, angry that he was stupid enough to make the bet. Angry that he couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d kissed Beth. 

“Don’t lie to me.” She responded, still staring at him waiting for his response. She knew him too well. His body tensed as she spoke again, telling him to not lie to her. Despite knowing her well, he still wasn’t ready to have this conversation with her. He couldn’t admit to her how much seeing her with the girl had bothered him, he didn’t even fully understand why.

“I’m not fucking lying” He spoke out, his tone coming out frustrated, his jaw practically set in stone as he still refused to meet her eyes. She watched as the boy walked away from her after he spoke, hands coming to pull his polo up over his head, leaving him shirtless. His chest was lit by the moonlight, the wood creaking underneath him as he walked to the edge. The two boys stood in front of her already laughing at the boy who was about to jump in. But she wasn’t. She didn’t know why. She watched as his fingers worked at his belt, pulling the dark leather out the buckle letting it loose. She had to pull her eyes away from his figure, her breath hitching slightly in her throat. 

Stop

Rafe’s shirt landed on the dock as he worked on the buttons and zip of his pants. As he loosened them, his gaze flickered over to y/n, noticing her eyes on him. He wasn’t sure if it was from the light, but something in her expression looked off. He quickly pushed his confusion aside as he focused on getting it over and done with. She heard his belt and trousers hit the wood of the pier. She assumed he was about to jump in, having slipped his shoes and socks off. She heard him mumbling a ‘fucking hate you’ under his breath. She clenched her jaw slightly as she looked at him, tanned skin illuminated by the moonlight which glinted off the pond water.

Rafe stood at the edge of the pier in nothing but his boxers. His feet ached from the hard wood under them, his body shivering from the cold night air. He could hear the boys behind him laughing as he prepared to jump into the cold water. He took a shaky breath as he steeled himself, the water below looking darker than he’d originally anticipated. 

Fuck this

“Hey Rafe!” Topper called out from where they stood a couple feet away from him, 

“It’s a skinny dip,” he continued waiting for the boy's reaction.

“Yeah get naked man!” Kelce shouted out to him cackling loudly, having to hold onto Topper's shoulder to stop himself from falling over from his laughter.

Rafe tensed as he heard Topper call out to him again. He was already dreading the cold as it was without the need for a “skinny dip”. He let out a frustrated breath as Kelce chimed in too, the boy laughing so hard he could hardly stand straight. He knew there was no way of getting out of it now without them calling him a pussy for the rest of the week. 

“I’m getting there.” He spoke out, his voice coming out strained. Y/n watched from behind the boys as Rafe huffed out angrily at their comments, biting her lower lip in anticipation. His hands moved to the elastic band of his boxers, gripping them as he ignored the boy's continuing laughter and comments. He took another shaky breath as he pulled the them off, standing naked at the edge of the dock. He could already feel the cold air on his skin. The night was dark but y/n could still make the boys figure out in the distance. 

When did he get so chiseled…

She swallowed, her mouth now becoming dry. Her chest felt weird as she watched him, she had to pull her eyes away looking suddenly down at the ground. Topper and kelce were chanting in front of her but she couldn’t bring herself to join in, her voice lost in her throat,

“Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!” 

The loud splash caught her attention as she looked up, the boy no longer standing on the edge of the dock, the three of them walked down , Topper and Kelce cheering as they looked into the water, y/n joining them. Rafe quickly popped his head out of the water, letting out a loud gasp at the cold as he tried to blink the water from his eyes. The two cheered as he rose to the surface. The girl bit her lip gently, as she looked at the boy, his hair wet, some of it stuck to his face, the tip of his nose slightly red from the cold water and his cheeks flushed, he looked so….  She cleared her throat as she spoke up,

“I'd say we’re even now.”

Rafe pushed his hair out of his face, shivering a little as he treaded water in the pond. He looked up at the three figures standing by the edge of the dock, seeing their faces peering down to him, 

“Yeah, I guess we are.” He called back up to them, his voice a little raspy, he could feel the cold water lapping against him, already freezing his body. Y/n took a step back as the two boys bent down to help the boy up out of the water. She turned her back as she stood a couple steps back, giving the boy a chance to put his boxers back on. She could hear the two whooping and clapping him on the back. She bit her lip as she squeezed her eyes shut trying to calm her beating heart. 

What was in that tequila…

With the help of the boys he managed to climb back up onto the dock, his body still wet and shivering from the cold as the air hit his skin. He quickly grabbed his boxers from off the ground, putting the on before he looked back up to see y/n standing with her back to him. She turned around as the other two boys walked past her, speaking out about how they were going to warm up the car so they could get going, not wanting to get caught at the golf course at such late hours. She shook her head to them as they left the two alone, she turned around looking at the boy who stood there in his boxers. Rafe took a breath in, his body still shivering from the cold. He pushed his hair out of his face, wet from the water, looking over to the girl who was watching him, her face still flushed,

“You’re blushing.” He stated out, noticing the pink which brushed upon her cheeks. She cleared her throat as she spoke, she knew he was most likely right, 

“I’m cold.” She watched as he bent down pulling up his pants and slipping his shoes back on. His chest was still specked with water, the drips sliding down his pecs, running down to his stomach, curving around his belly button and getting lost at the start of his happy trail.

Oh-

Her sight was cut off as he pulled up his pants over his hips, zipping them up and starting to do up the belt. She looked away, eyes darting to the water which had a silvery sheen across the surface due to the moonlight. Rafe was still shivering from the cold, his body covered in a light layer of goosebumps. He noticed how her eyes flickered over his bare chest. He knew her stare was lingering on his chest, water still making his skin glisten. He tried to ignore the feeling of her gaze on him, as he quickly buttoned his pants.

“I’m freezing my ass off” He grumbled as he quickly did the zip and started to buckle the belt. 

“Here.” She spoke out as she took off the small cardigan that she had left in Topper's car when they first got to the party, slipping it on her on the drive here. She pulled it off her arms holding it up to him, offering something he could wipe himself with.

“You sure?” He took a step forward, taking the cardigan from her. Their fingers brushed slightly as he did so, sending a small shiver up his spine from the still coldness of her hands.

Soft

“Yeah.” She hummed out as she pulled back slightly letting him take the material from her hands. He took the cardigan from her, gripping it in his fingers, quickly rubbing his damp chest and stomach with it to try and dry himself up. He could smell her perfume on the material as he wiped his neck and face, the light intoxicating scent filling his nose. The fabric felt soft to the touch as he quickly dried himself off and he didn’t want to pull away from it. He used the material to pat at the small drops of water still left on his hair. She had to bite her tongue as she watched him using the material to absorb the drops of water still left on his skin. He couldn’t help but notice her watching him. Her gaze was fixed, taking in his every move even as he rubbed the fabric over his skin to dry it. Her lips were parted slightly, almost as if she was holding back words from passing them. He tried not to think too much into it, despite the strange tightening in his chest as he caught her looking at him.

“Thanks.” He spoke out as he lowered the cardigan, folding it in his hands now that he’d finished using it. He turned his head slightly, his gaze landing on y/n who was still watching him, her expression unreadable.

She looked down to the floor where his polo lay, squatting down to pick it up, losing her balance slightly due to her heels and gently landing on her knees in front of him, she leant over grabbing the material. 

His breathing got caught slightly in his throat as she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his from where she was knelt on the floor in front of him. Looking up to the boy she was caught off guard as he looked down from her, the position they were in suddenly feeling awfully intimate, her mind drifting to another situation where they could be in the same position. His mind spun for a brief moment as he fought with the thoughts, clenching his jaw as he forced himself to keep his tongue in check, not wanting to say something he shouldn't. She cleared her throat slightly as she held up the polo shirt to him. 

Oh- 

Rafe’s eyes dropped down to the polo shirt held up to him, before flicking back up to her face. He could still barely stop the thoughts of her on her knees in front of him, the sight of her flushed cheeks only making the image more prominent in his mind. He took a shaky breathe to try and calm his mind as he mumbled out,

“Thanks” He managed to keep his voice steady somehow as she pushed herself up from the floor, he quickly slipped the polo top over his head, the feeling of the fabric covering his skin helping to bring himself back to reality. He still couldn’t help his gaze lingering on her as they stood in front of each other, her flushed cheeks still present on her face.

“We should-” She spoke, gesturing back to the car where Topper and Kelce had gone. He nodded his head in response, not trusting himself to speak as his thoughts about the girl in front of him still continued to race through his mind, thoughts that he shouldn’t be thinking, certainly not about his best friend. 

“Yeah, we should” He managed to choke out, his voice a little raspy as he threw her cardigan onto his shoulder, keeping it there as they walked down the dock. Walking side by side y/n had to steady her breathing. 

What’s going on? 

Rafe was her best friend and now she was starting to question herself. Why did she suddenly feel like she wanted to just reach out and k- a gasp fell past her lips. Her heel had sunk into the grass causing her to lose her footing, falling forward slightly.

Rafe had been struggling to keep his thoughts in check. The images of her knelt on the floor in front of him had been burned into his mind and he couldn’t seem to shake it. Rafe froze as he heard the noise come out of y/n mouth. He had only been a step ahead when he heard it, instinctively stopping in place and turning around at the sound. He just managed to see her lose her balance as she lurched forward, her heel getting stuck in the wet grass. Rafe’s hands were quick to reach out and catch her, steadying her as she fell forwards into him

“You ok?” He quickly asked, concern clear in his voice as he held her by her arms, holding her steady. Her breath hitched in her throat as she held her hands against the boys chest steadying herself, his hands firmly holding her arms,

“Yeah my heel,” she spoke out slightly breathless. Rafe didn’t miss the way her breath hitched, or the way her hands gently pushed against his chest. His heart hammered in his ribcage as he realized how close they were, one of his hands now holding her by the waist to steady her as the other stayed on her arm. He didn’t even fully register what he was doing as he mumbled out, 

“You good now?”

She looked at the boy, they were so close, her hands against his chest, his face not so far away. She shook her head, knowing if she tried to speak her voice would betray how she was feeling. His hand at her waist seemed to have a mind of its own as it gripped her a bit tighter, holding her close to him. His gaze was flickering from her eyes to her mouth, taking in their proximity. She noticed his eyes flicker down to her lips, her heart beating heavily against her chest. The thoughts of the girl racing through his mind again as he looked down at her. 

The anger from earlier had shifted, a twist of something darker buried deep in his chest. Even now as he denied it, the realisation was already there, jealousy burning in the back of his mind, his jaw locked so hard it hurt. It wasn’t about the bet, it never was.

It was about Y/N.

The fact that she had her lips on someone else. 

Someone that wasn't him. 

This is your best friend…

This is wrong…

He was fully aware they were crossing a line, the wrong line. Y/n was his best friend, the last person he should be staring at like this. She’d probably slap him if she had any idea what was going on in his mind right now, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her flushed cheeks and pink lips, looking so enticing in the dim light. He couldn’t fully stop himself as his gaze continued to flicker down, not even truly aware of the fact that he was slowly leaning closer to her. His body was acting on autopilot, his brain screaming at him to stop but his body too fixated on her mouth. Her lips looked pink and soft, just a few inches from his. He could already picture what they would feel like against his...  

HONK! HONK!

The sound echoed through the empty golf court and took y/n out of the trance she was in. She pulled away from Rafe slightly, hands falling off his chest as she noticed Topper's car. Lifting her leg out of the grass she pulled her heel free. Rafe had to force himself to step back to give her space. He was almost desperate to reach out and pull her back to him, not wanting the moment to end, but the sound of the car coming down the gravel brought him back to his senses.

What the fuck is wrong with you

He shoved his hands into his pockets, clenching and unclenching his fingers to try and calm himself down, his heartbeat still racing from the moment they’d just shared.

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The car door shut behind her as she sat into the seat at the back, Topper's music already playing through the speakers; the boy speaking out to Rafe the moment he’d got into the car, but their conversation was muffled as her mind flickered back to what just happened. She stared out the window at the scenery flying past them as they moved through Figure 8. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the boy. She-   She just needed to get home to clear her head

Fuck me

Rafe sat in his seat, eyes locked onto the back of the headrest in front of him. He’d almost let himself do something incredibly fucking dumb. It was so wrong to look at y/n like he had, to think of her in the way he was now. They’d been friends for years, they’d never been anything else, but still he couldn’t get rid himself of her on her knees, it was still all he could see behind his closed eyelids. The feeling of their chests touching engraved in his mind.

As Topper pulled up outside her house she straightened in her seat slightly thanking the boy and saying goodbye to him and Kelce who were now in their own conversation. Just as she was about to get out she turned to Rafe sitting next to her, her gaze drifting down to her baby pink cardigan which was still held in his hand. 

“Keep it for now.” She spoke with a small smile on her face.

His gaze immediately shot over to her as she turned to him, his heart fluttering in his chest, it was like he’d come up for air just at the sound of her voice. His hand subconsciously gripped the material of the pink cardigan. He nodded in response as he replied softly,

“Yeah, ok.”

“Night Rafey.” She said gently as she shuffled out the seat, hand now resting on the car door ready to close it.

“Night Princess.” He replied, the words were out of his mouth before he could even think, the familiar nickname coming to him as easily as if it was second nature.

Nothing was different, nothing had changed.

She closed the doors, the sound of the car got further and further away as she walked back up the stairs of her patio to her house doors. Getting to the door she walked over to the olive tree to the left of the door frame, hand reaching out and picking up a rock, fingers grabbing the spare key under it. Making her way back to the door she stood in front of it, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in she rested her forehead against the cold wood closing her eyes.

He’s your best friend.

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Heyyyy are you still requests?? If yes..................

Last night i relived a painful memory when a loved person told me to shut up in front of our friend group and it was so humiliating and overwhelming, i went dead silent for the rest of the month but still played cool with everyone and everyone knew i was destroyed, wasnt leaving home that much yet and the person who told me to shut up was going trough some shit (ON THAT DAY) and actually never apologized...

SO SORRY FOR THE VENT BUT IT WAS NECESSARY FOR THE PLOT I SWEAR.

What if the reader is the one being told to shut up by none other than RAFE CAMERON who is a very close friend and he told the reader to shut up out loud in the middle of a party in front of your friend group (Kelce and Topper) and the reader also play it cool but it collapse at themself like a dying star and all their light is sucked by the black hole it became. But unlike real life, Rafe doesnt need people telling him he fucked up and he felt terrible and a few weeks later he sees reader on a party, unusually quiet, being dragged by their friends around trying to cheer reader up and the reader still trying to play it cool but the damage was showing and maybe Rafe take the chance to approach you but he doesnt know what to say or what to do so he acts like nothing happened?? IM SORRY THIS IS SO CONFUNSING I JUST WOKE UP AND I HAD TO WRITE THAT BEFORE THE MEMORY FADED. Sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable, just ignore it if you didn like ittt!! I love your writting btw i'll never forget that one ask i did and you answered about Rafe choosing between reader and a lover!!!!

and ask 2:

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talking too much- r.cameron

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a/n: HELLO to the both of you! thank you two so much for requesting, and very sorry that this happened to you :( I'd let you talk my ear off about anything any time :) (ps, great song choice)

pairing: rafe cameron x fem! reader

summary: i suggest you look at the requests

warnings: reader kind of loses her spark, rafe is a confused and stressed asshole, reader becomes very insecure, feelings of not being good enough, rafe gets very stressed at the end (i think that's it?)

not entirely proofread

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It was finally nearing the end of June and you were planning your 4th of July party with your friends. Topper, Kelce, Rafe, you, Sarah, and a few of your other friends sat around the table, thinking up ideas for what parties to drop into, and what you were going to wear, etc. You were excited, that was no crime. You’d always been the most excitable in the group, it was just part of your bubbly personality, there was no issue with it. No one had ever been more than a little irritated with it before, no big deal. You’d just apologise and remember to tone it down for those people, but your closest friends weren’t those people. Your closest friends liked your personality, your closest friends liked you. It didn’t matter how loud you were. 

“And then I guess we’ll-”

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?” Rafe cursed.

The room went silent. You stood still, frozen as people’s eyes turned to you. Sarah offered a look of sympathy, she knew how much you valued Rafe’s opinion, especially since you had a slight crush on him. You felt yourself recoil. How could he be so rude? All you were doing was giving ideas to the group, it’s not like anyone else was trying to speak much, and Rafe definitely wasn’t adding to the conversation. At least, he hadn’t been for the past hour, just sitting in the corner with his leg bouncing and that stupid vein protruding from his stupid neck. You slumped back in your chair, embarrassment filling your mind as you thought over every other interaction with him and the group. Were you annoying? Did they all actually hate you? 

“I don’t hear you talking much Rafe,” Sarah shot back. “Something to say?”

Rafe rolled his eyes. “Fuck off Sarah,” he scoffed and waited for you to bounce back and start speaking again. You didn’t. He looked up as the group started speaking again, going off of all the plans you’d started. You were just sitting there, on your phone. 

You just waited until someone actually asked you a question to give your input, and even then all you said was; “Sounds good.”

He’d fucked up. Big time. 

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It had been a week since ‘the incident’, and Rafe hadn’t seen you. He felt awful, absolutely disgraced after what he’d said. He was stressed, it was a bad moment, and he took it out on you. He was sorry. But how was he supposed to tell you that? How was he supposed to explain how sorry he was, explain that he was just stressed? How would you believe him? You two had never been the closest in the friend group, not to say you two didn’t speak, but you two weren’t exactly attached at the hip like you were with Sarah, or Kelce. All you’d ever been to him was nice, not something he was sure he deserved, but he appreciated it all the same. 

How could he get back to that?

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“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Sarah begged over the phone. 

“I’m tired, I was working all day-”

“Come on, you’ve been dodging all week! 4th of July is coming up, I don’t want to hang out with Kelce and Top without you,” she whined, 

“I’ll be there for the 4th, I’m just busy right now,” you sighed. “I promise I’m ok,” you lied. 

“If you’re staying home because of what Rafe said, I’ll kill him,” she swore. 

“I don’t give a shit about what Rafe said,” lie. “I’m just busy, promise.”

Sarah sighed. “Alright, see you on the 4th!”

And with that, you hung up. The last week had been one long pity-party that made you feel even worse about yourself, deciding that your friends were better off without you, especially when you can’t even bounce back from one tiny insignificant comment from one random guy. That’s what you thought anyway. But now, you had 3 days before the 4th, and you weren’t sure how you were going to get the courage to face any of them. 

Not that they hadn’t reached out. Everyone who was there (aside from Rafe) had called or texted to ask if you were ok, and apologised for not saying anything. Kelce had felt the worst, since he was supposed to be your best friend, and he hadn’t said anything. You brushed them off, promising them it was fine, promising them you were fine. They barely believed you, but you somehow convinced them that you were busy. You told half of them that you were packing for your move, and the other half that you had gotten a job at your mom’s company. I mean, technically you were a few weeks out from moving away and you should be packing, and technically you did just get a job at your moms’ company (managing the online presence and doing admin work), but really both those jobs were easy. You could’ve done them for a few hours, then seen your friends. But you didn't want to. You didn’t want to feel like a burden. 

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The day of the 4th rolled around and Sarah picked you up with all the girls in the group in her car. You looked gorgeous in your short red dress, at least that’s what Sarah told you. You kept your mouth shut as the girls gossiped and sang along to songs, only interjecting when truly necessary. When you got to the beach, you managed to break away from the girls and get a drink, standing alone as you watched the night go by. You liked people watching, you found it interesting to see the small micro-expressions on peoples faces, the snippets of their conversations, and everything in between. 

“Hi,” Rafe smiled softly. He was in front of you, blocking your view of the people you were looking at. 

“Hi,” you answered meekly. 

He stood there for a moment as you tried to look over his shoulder, but the group were gone. You sighed in defeat and turned around to pour yourself another drink. 

“How are you?” he asked. 

“Fine thanks,” you answered. “You?”

“Good, fine… yeah,” the awkwardness in his voice almost made you physically cringe. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“It’s been like a week?” you questioned. In the past week, Rafe had realised how much he missed you, and how much you added to the group. He missed how you brightened up everyone, how you kept the peace by being close with almost everyone, how you made him laugh. 

“What have you been up to?” He scratched the back of his neck, his nerves almost getting the better of him, almost making him turn around and not do this. Almost.

“Not much. Working, packing, usual stuff,” you shrugged. 

Rafe’s expression faltered. “Packing?”

“I’m moving in a few weeks,” you explained. “So you won't see me for a while.”

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. 

Absolutely not. 

Rafe felt his stomach sink. “Why?”

“‘Why’ what Rafe?” you asked, genuinely confused. Why, out of all people, would he care?

“Where?”

“Just main-land, but a bit further into the city so I’m moving schools,” you shrugged.

“But it’s our senior year?”

“Yeah? And?”

“We all said we’d do it together, remember?”

“It wasn’t my choice to move,” you scoffed. “And also, why are you acting like this is new information? Tonight is my ‘last hurrah’ get-together. We’re doing the stupid sleepover.”

“W-what?”

“We didn’t invite you,” Sarah butted in. “You were a dick, now you reap the consequences.”

You rolled your eyes at the shocked look on Rafe’s face. “Night Rafe, see you around.”

Rafe stood frozen as you walked away, shocked. Had he really not been listening for so long? Had he really missed that? You were moving, you were gone. And there was nothing he could do about it. 

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Rafe’s calloused fingertips traced your collar bone.

Figure slumped over yours in the mirror, arms engulfing you from behind. But his hands have roamed, hence the reason he’s tracing your collar bone. Lips humming sweetly into the crook of your neck.

Today he was merely relishing in your presence, appreciating that if he was near the edge you’d be there to capture his hand in yours. That when he’s about to blow a fuse, you cool him down.

You tell him when he’s acting like a fool, and he knows that you’re not something to lose.

His safety blanket.

Toothpaste suds covering your mouth, infamously— he groaned when you bent over to spit it out, as he lost contact.

Rafe was typically not this clingy.

Rafe always sought himself as independent, going off on his own, but today it’s like he can’t go on unless he’s glued to your side.

Breathing in your scent.

Since the two of you stepped foot out of bed this morning he’s been touchy feely— almost like he just discovered the contact for the first time.

“Wanna’ go back to bed?”

He offered the gesture, desiring to be a little spoon and cooed at you continuously.

“Are you sick or something, Rafe?”

He shook his head, shirtless figure throwing back the linen duvet on his mattress. “Why the fuck do I have to be sick to lay with my girl?”

He tapped his head and pointed at you, gesturing for you to ‘use your brain’. You never chose to take offense to his banter and mannerisms, because at least you were the only one that got to experience the ‘decent’ side of Rafe.

And as someone that’s had troublesome encounters all his life, this was as decent as it was going to get.

“Because anytime I ask for a few more minutes it’s always ‘no I have shit to do.’”

He humped his shoulders, patting your usual side of his bed with his palm.

“Just come lay back down before I change my mind.”

You urge forward, colliding with Rafe’s black sheets. He instantly met with your chest, tying and untying the drawstring of your shorts.

“You know what Princess?”

“What?”

“You make me feel redeemable, the way you treat me like I’m not different from everyone else.”

And Rafe was human— a human that’s fallen short and fallen victim. He tucks himself tighter into your chest, like he’s a full grown baby.

“Dare I say, you’re my everything?”

A toothy grin formed on your lips, humming in response playing coy; due to fact that he could take it back at any minute.

“No, you are my everything.”

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The morning sun cast a soft, golden glow over the ferry, the waves gently rocking the boat as it made its way toward the mainland. Y/n Cameron stood at the railing, the wind tangling her hair as she watched the horizon stretch endlessly before her. The salty air should have been calming, but her thoughts were anything but.

JJ Maybank. His name had been swirling in her mind since the night before when everything changed. The memory of his kiss lingered, soft and searing, and now they were together. Somehow, it felt like the world shifted under her feet.

Sarah leaned against the railing beside her, studying her intently. “So, are you going to tell me the details, or do I have to guess?”

Y/n shot her a sideways glance, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”

Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically. “Don’t play. You’ve been smiling like an idiot since last night. It’s JJ, isn’t it?”

Caught, Y/n couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face. “Okay, fine. Yeah. We…kissed,” Sarah’s grin grew, “…and he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

Sarah squealed, delighted. “Ahhh! I knew it! I’m so happy for you. I’d like to be the first to say I called it.” She bumped Y/N’s shoulder lightly. “So, when do we get to meet him properly? I mean, officially.”

Y/n’s smile faltered, the weight of the situation crashing down. “That’s the thing, Sarah. It’s not that simple. Dad hates JJ. And Rafe? You know he’ll go mad if he finds out.”

Sarah frowned, her excitement dimming slightly. “I know, but you can’t hide this forever. If you’re serious about each other, they’ll have to meet him eventually.”

“I know,” Y/n said softly, “but JJ’s not ready to be dragged into Cameron family drama. And honestly, I’m not ready to see how Dad or Rafe will react. I think it’s better if we keep it quiet for now.”

Sarah sighed, folding her arms. “Well, I still want to meet him soon. Just me, no drama.” She smiled reassuringly. “I promise I’ll be cool.”

Y/n relaxed a little, grateful for her sister’s support. “Fine,” she rolled her eyes playfully, also folding her arms, “I’ll talk to JJ about it. He’s cautious, for once. But maybe.”

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, but the lingering unease hung in the back of Y/n’s mind. She wanted her family to see JJ the way she did, but the thought of what could go wrong made her stomach twist.

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The rest of the ferry ride back from the mainland had been peaceful, the lull of the waves and Sarah’s chatter keeping me distracted. But as we cruised down the narrow road toward home, the calm shattered.

A siren blared in the distance, its shrill cry cutting through the air like a knife. I tensed, leaning forward in the passenger seat as Sarah gripped the steering wheel.

“What the hell?” she muttered, glancing at me. “Why are the cops out here?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, a flash of movement appeared ahead—a dirt bike skidding around the corner at a breakneck speed, the tires kicking up dust and gravel. My heart dropped.

John B.

I knew it before I could process it. His familiar silhouette, hunched over the bike, swerved wildly. His face was tight with focus, but he was losing control. He glanced over his shoulder—just in time to see the sheriff’s cruiser closing in—and that moment of distraction was enough.

The bike veered too far to the left, the tires slipping. John B hit the pavement hard, rolling to a stop in a tangle of limbs.

“Oh my God!” I yelled, yanking at my seatbelt as Sarah slammed on the brakes. The car skidded to a halt, gravel crunching beneath the tires.

I got out the car as quickly as possible and ran to where John B had landed while Sarah contemplated calling an ambulance.

“John B!” I fell to my knees beside him and reached for his arm. “Are you okay?”

He groaned, pushing himself up onto one elbow. His face was pale, streaked with dirt and blood. “I’m fine.” he rasped, coughing.“Just… give me a second.”

“No, you’re not fine, you’re bleeding!” I snapped, confused. “What the hell are you doing? Why are the cops chasing you?”

He gave me a lopsided grin, wincing as he tried to sit up. “Long story. Didn’t think I’d get caught.”

“You’re an idiot,” I shot back, helping him to his feet.

“Yeah, but you love me for it.” His teasing tone was weak, but it was there, and I rolled my eyes.

By then, Sarah had caught up to us, her eyes wide with alarm. “What is happening?”

“Don’t worry about it,” John B said, swaying slightly as he tried to stand up. “Can you guys just drive me somewhere? Literally anywhere?” he looked around frantically, making Sarah look around too

“Get in the car,” I said quickly, sliding under his arm to support him.

Sarah opened her mouth to argue but seemed to think better of it. “Fine. We’ll drive you, but you owe us an explanation.” She turned and jogged back to the car.

I helped John B limp toward the car, my stomach twisting with anxiety. “What were you thinking?” I hissed.

“I wasn’t,” he admitted, his voice low. “I didn’t have a choice, Y/n. DCS and all that shit. Had to run.”

I felt a pang in my chest, anger mixing with sympathy. “God John B, you’re lucky we were here.”

He gave a dry laugh. “Yeah, lucky.”

Sarah pulled the car around, the passenger door swinging open. “Get in. Quickly.”

We bundled John B into the backseat, and I slid in the passenger seat as Sarah hit the gas. The sirens were fading in the distance, but I knew they weren’t gone.

“I swear to God, if this gets me arrested, I’m blaming you,” Sarah muttered, glancing in the rearview mirror.

John B chuckled weakly. “Noted.”

I looked at him, my anger softening as I saw the exhaustion in his face. “You’re an idiot,” I whispered again, but this time it was softer.

He met my eyes, a flicker of warmth in his tired expression. “Thank you.” he mouthed

I sighed, smiling and nodded before my phone buzzed,

Despite everything, Y/N smiled at JJ’s text. He always found a way to make her feel lighter.

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The Cameron house was unusually quiet when Y/n and Sarah arrived with John B. The grand, sprawling estate felt colder than usual as they helped him through the back entrance. Y/n’s heart pounded as they crept inside, each step echoing faintly in the polished hallway. She kept glancing at the stairs, half-expecting her father or Rafe to appear at any moment.

They eased John B onto the living room couch, “Woah” he excalimed, taking in all the books and expensive furniture. Y/n and John B had been friends for years but he’d never seen anything but the outside of the Cameron estate, mainly because of Y/n’s father and brother.

Y/n rushed to the cabinet for the first-aid kit while Sarah grabbed towels and water. She returned to find John B grimacing, slouched over as Sarah inspected a gash on his abdomen.

“This is bad,” Sarah whispered, kneeling beside him. “That’s gotta be disinfected.”

He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck taut as Sarah dabbed his wound.

John B’s head leaned back, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before he asked, “Who’s the dude on the wall?”

Y/N exchanged a glance with Sarah. “Denmark Tanny? He founded Tannyhill.”

“Founder?”

Sarah hummed as John B asked, “So how did a slave found a cotton plantation?”

Y/N’s phone buzzed again, as Sarah explained the history of Denmark Tanny to John B, and she glanced down.

“Y/N?” Sarah’s voice broke into her thoughts. “John B and I are gonna go to the mainland again to look for some documents or something, you think you can cover for me?”

Y/N nodded, “Of course”

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The outdoor cinema buzzed with energy. Couples cuddled on blankets, kids darted between rows, and the smell of popcorn and salt filled the air. Under the twinkling stars, it should have felt peaceful, but Y/n’s stomach twisted with anxiety.

JJ was waiting near the back, leaning casually against an old truck. His blonde hair caught the soft glow of the outdoor lights, and he grinned when he saw her.

“There’s my girl,” he said, pulling her into his arms.

Y/n melted into the embrace, the stress of the day fading for a moment. “You have no idea how much I needed this,” she whispered against his chest.

“Rough day?” JJ asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She nodded. “We found John B. He’s a mess. I feel so bad for him with all his DCS stuff and I’m beginning to think this whole thing with his dad might lead to something bad.”

JJ kissed her forehead, his arms tightening around her. “I know princess,” he replied, cautious with his words, “It’ll be okay. Meanwhile we get to watch The Shining and I promise I won’t make fun of you getting scared today.” he smirked, easing the tension in Y/n’s mind as they walked over to the others.

They settled onto a blanket with Kiara and Pope, who were already mid-conversation about climate change.

Kiara paused the conversation, looking up at JJ asking, “By the way, why have Topper and Rafe been staring at you two for the past like 10 minutes?”

Y/n glanced back toward the edge of the clearing, where Rafe, Topper, and Kelce stood, glaring at them.

“They’ve been staring since we got here,” Pope muttered, getting fidgety.

JJ shrugged, unconcerned. “Let them. They can’t do anything in public.”

But the tension was palpable. Y/n opened her mouth to ask them what was going on but was inturrepted as the movie started.

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The movie flickered across the giant screen, casting a soft glow over the crowd, but Y/n barely registered it. Her attention kept straying to JJ, his hand resting protectively on her thigh, and to the dark figures of Rafe, Topper, and Kelce lurking near the edge of the crowd. They hadn’t moved, but their hostile stares burned into her skin.

Kiara leaned in, her voice low. “I don’t like this. They’re up to something.”

Pope nodded, his jaw tight. “They’ve been itching for a fight ever since…” He trailed off, glancing at JJ, making Y/n and Kiara even more confused than they were before.

JJ smirked, but his grip on Y/n tightened. “Let them try. I’m ready.”

Y/n grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together. “JJ, whatever youre thinking, don’t. Please.”

His blue eyes softened as he turned to her. “I won’t start anything, babe. But I’m not gonna let them mess with us either.”

“Why would they mess-” Kie’s voice cut off, just then, the tension snapped. Rafe made the first move, stalking toward them with Topper and Kelce in tow. The movie’s dialogue faded into the background as the three Pogues stood, bracing for a confrontation.

“Well, well,” Rafe sneered, stopping a few feet away as they were all behind the screen. His eyes darted to Y/N. “Still slumming it with the Pogues, huh, Y/n?”

JJ stepped in front of her, his posture tense. “Fuck off, Rafe.” JJ and Y/n said in unison.

Topper laughed, cold and mocking. “Still sore about the boat, Pope? Don’t worry, your little stunt’s gonna cost you.”

Boat?

Pope’s eyes flashed with anger, but JJ raised a hand, stopping him. “We’re not doing this here.”

Rafe smirked, leaning in close. “You sure? I thought you Pogues loved a good fight.”

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest. She could feel the tension like a live wire, ready to explode.

“Let’s go,” she whispered, tugging on JJ’s bicep.

But it was too late. Pope lunged at Topper, fists flying. Chaos erupted behind the screen, hidden from the crowd. JJ and Rafe collided, grappling as Kiara and Y/n screamed for them to stop.

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In the confusion, Kiara flicked open a lighter, the flame dancing in her palm. “You want chaos?” she muttered. “Fine.”

She touched the lighter to the screen’s edge, and the flames spread rapidly, licking upward and consuming the fabric in a blaze of orange and gold.

“Kiara, what the hell?” Y/n cried, the heat from the fire hitting her face.

JJ grabbed her, pulling her back as the fire roared to life, shielding her from the growing inferno.

The crowd screamed, scattering in all directions as the screen crumbled in a shower of embers. JJ held Y/n close, his body tense, eyes scanning the chaos.

“Are you okay?” he asked, cupping her face.

She nodded, breathless. “You?”

He grinned, coughing from taking punches in his stomach, though his eyes were wild. “I’m good. But we need to move.”

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The sun had begun to dip low, casting an orange hue across Heyward’s. The porch was alive with the sound of laughter and clinking bottles as the group settled in after a long day. JJ and Y/n were sprawled on the porch steps, his arm draped around her shoulders as they traded jokes and soft smiles. Popeand Kie were lounging nearby, sharing stories and passing around the bag of chips they'd scavenged from inside.

"Alright, but seriously," JJ said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eye, "if I ever end up on a deserted island with only one thing to eat, it’s gotta be pizza. No question."

"How are we even having this conversation when we live on an island?" Pope snorted, leaning back against the railing. "We're surrounded by fresh fish, coconut trees, and you’re over here talking about pizza?"

"You’d miss it too!" JJ shot back, laughing. "Just imagine—no pizza, no pasta… it’d be like, island living, but also, no joy."

Kie snickered, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of it all. "I don’t know about you guys, but if I’m stranded, I’m choosing anything over fish. Can we just agree to let the fish swim and we’ll... maybe raid some yachts for snacks?"

"That's a plan," Y/n said letting out a soft but content sigh, resting her head against JJ’s shoulder as she raised her eyes to the sky. “You know, this is nice,” she said, her voice a little softer now, with none of the urgency that usually followed their recent wild adventures. “Just being here. It’s normal.”

JJ gave her a sidelong glance, his eyes crinkling with warmth as he met her gaze. “Normal? When have we ever been normal?” He scoffed playfully, nudging her. “I think you’re hanging out with the wrong group, Princess.”

Y/n smirked, her lips curling up. "Yeah, guess I am. Hanging out with you is anything but normal, JJ."

He grinned widely, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

“Please,” Kiara said, making a gagging motion from where she sat next to Pope. “I can’t even look at you two right now. You’re making me sick.”

“Ha ha, don’t be jealous” JJ teased, throwing a sideways wink at Kiara. “We get it, you’re so in love with Pope, it’s hard to watch.”

Pope flushed immediately, and Kiara kicked him under the table, a playful expression on her face. "Shut up, JJ," she muttered. "Like I haven’t already heard that one."

The lighthearted chatter continued as the group fell into a comfortable rhythm. Just as Y/n spoke up with a dry joke about Pope's scolarship and life being in danger yet again due to his pizza slander, the distant sound of an engine revved to life.

"That’s not your dad, right Pope?" Y/n asked, furrowing her brow as Pope shook his head, eyebrows furrowed, “No he’s inside.”

She glanced toward the driveway. The others went quiet for a second, hearing the approaching sound of a car.

The rumbling engine soon revealed a pair of police cars pulling up to Heyward’s. The group went tense as two officers climbed out, their boots hitting the gravel with sharp, deliberate steps. They weren’t just here for a friendly visit.

"Shit." Pope muttered under his breath, his stomach dropping.

JJ noticed immediately—the way Pope stiffened. He shot a look at him, his expression quickly turning serious. "What the hell?" JJ muttered to himself.

The officers advanced towards them, one of them stepping forward as the others hung back, hands resting on their belts. “We’re looking for Pope Heyward,” the officer said, voice gruff. “We have a warrant for his arrest in connection to a vandalized boat. You’re coming with us, kid.”

Pope’s face dropped. He stood up, his hands raised in confusion. “What are you talking about? I didn’t—"

"Don’t make this harder than it has to be," the officer interrupted, taking a step closer. “We got a witness statement—Topper Thornton’s boat’s wrecked, and we know you sunk it, we got CCTV footage kid. You’re under arrest for vandelism.”

JJ shot to his feet, suddenly all fire and heat. “What?!" He stepped forward, his eyes flashing with an anger that burned just beneath the surface. "This is bullshit! He didn’t do it. Pope didn’t do anything.”

The officer turned to JJ, his expression hardening. “Stay out of this, kid. This isn’t your business.”

But JJ wasn’t backing down. He moved even closer, standing his ground. He looked hesitant for a moment, fidgeting before exclaiming, “It was me!” His voice was loud now, and there was a fire in his eyes that spoke volumes. “I sunk that boat alright, It was me.”

Y/n blinked in confusion, her head spinning as she tried to make sense of what was happening. “JJ, what are you—”

“Shut up, princess,” JJ snapped, though his voice was soft and he was smiling softly as he turned to face her. “Just trust me.”

The weight of the situation hitting Y/n in waves. “JJ, don’t do this.” Her heart pounded as she stepped toward him. “What are you talking about? What did you do?”

JJ looked at her, a mix of frustration and something softer—guilt, maybe, or tenderness. His lips twisted into a bitter smile. “I’ll tell you everything later alright? Just trust me for now.”

Before she could respond, the officer reached forward and grabbed JJ’s arm, starting to pull him away. JJ looked over at Pope, eyes hardening with resolve. “Go,” JJ said to him in a low voice. “I’ll take care of it.”

Pope hesitated, clearly conflicted. He shook his head, his face tight with emotion. “JJ-”

“Shut up Pope,” JJ said, his voice sharp. He moved from Pope to Kie’s gaze before turning back to the officers. “I said it was me. So let’s go. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The officers, seemingly done with the conversation, moved to pull JJ toward their patrol car. He walked without resistance, eyes locked on Y/n for one last moment.

“JJ,” she whispered as his face softened, and he offered her a quick smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

The sound of the car door slamming shut echoed in the air as the officers shoved him inside. Y/n stood there, staring at the spot where he had just been, her heart heavy in her chest. She couldn’t quite process what had just happened.

Pope collapsed back into his chair, his face buried in his hands. Kiara was pacing, visibly upset. And Y/n stood frozen, feeling utterly helpless as the world seemed to have shifted in an instant.

"What the fuck have you done Pope?" Kiara shouted.

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JJ Maybank x reader

No one had expected JJ Maybank to have settled down, especially his friends who had known about his feelings for Y/n, a fellow pogue but they thought it would be a quick shag and then he'd have the feelings gone. Wanting the chase more than the prize, so they weren't surprised when they found them tangled in the sheets passed out drunk and naked the next day when they found it again they shrugged. By the next month when JJ brought Y/n flowers he'd picked at figure 8, almost getting beaten up by Rafe in the process as he stood with a massive grin as Y/n rolled her eyes and smacked him up the head for being reckless, they were confused. When JJ beat the crap out of someone for grabbing at Y/n they weren't surprised, he always protected his friends, he'd done it for Ki and Sarah before but this was different, the way he grabbed Y/n and checked her over. The change in his eyes when he felt the relief of her being unharmed, the way he looked at the guy on the floor, not caring if they were pogue or kook just that they'd touched Y/n. John B tried to talk to JJ, but he just gave a shrug and grin, they were having fun, nothing serious. Except that neither of them were sleeping with others, talking to others or entertaining anyone else, spending spare time together and the obvious looks between them that the other pogues exchanged looks at. 

"So...you and JJ?" Sarah tried to open the conversation, Y/n giving her side eye before looking away, trying to avoid the conversation. Ki nudging Sarah as they exchanged looks, not sure how to get her to talk.

"I saw he was talking to a touran the other day." Y/n's head snapping at that, scowling at the two as they smirked knowing she couldn't deny it now.

"Okay fine, me and JJ are...i don't know what we are but we agreed not to y'know...talk or shag anyone else. We're just going with the flow and enjoying what's happening." Y/n looking away as she pushed her hair behind her ear, wanting to hide her blush at the thought of her and JJ being together. It was still shocking to her, she'd expected to wake up alone the next day and JJ to pretend it never happened, instead he'd been a nervous wreck telling her he liked her. Neither of them wanting to admit they were together, it was something that meant everyone knew and it was terrifying to think that everyone would be in on the secret. They were care free, not feeling trapped or tied down but knowing they were secure in each other, knowing they were each others and that no one was going to swoop in and ruin it.

JJ struggled with wanting to call Y/n his girl, but he knew it would mean that she could be used against him, his dad had caught on at one point, making a comment that had frozen JJ's blood and terrified him. He wasn't someone who committed to relationships, he barely went back to the same girl and to actually be able to have someone, he didn't want to mess it up, his biggest fear to lose her because of his own stupidity. Wanting to protect himself from the fear of being hurt, he could take it physically but he didn't know if he could handle if Y/n decided he wasn't worth it anymore. Y/n feared the same, she liked JJ, more than any other guy she'd ever dated or slept with, more than she'd admit to anyone. She knew he wasn't someone who committed, she'd weighed up the pros and cons in her drunk mind and decided she could handle the pain if she got one night to indulge her crush. 

JJ wasn't having much luck with the guys, on the HMS pogue whilst the girls were at the chateau waiting for them to get back, and being on a boat with no where to escape meant Pope and John B could interrogate JJ easily.

"Alright, what's going on?" John B started, JJ pretending not to hear him until Pope placed a hand on his shoulder,  JJ looking around and realising he couldn't even swim off shore since they were along the marsh with only greenery around them. 

"Well we're on a boat, going back to the chateau." JJ tried to play it cool, he knew what they wanted to know but he was trying not to think about it, he wanted to ask Y/n out properly but was scared she'd say no. 

"Don't be stupid you know what we mean." Pope grinned as he looked at JJ, stopping the boat as the two sat next to him, JJ pushing back his hair and covering his face with his hat.

"Nothings going on, we're just having fun and-" John B throwing a pebble at JJ as he spoke, interrupting him.

"JJ! Come on we all know you're not just macking. You've liked her for years and you think we'll believe you're not dating?" JJ looking at his best friend with pursed lips.

"We're not dating...just yeah. I don't know, i want to ask her out but she likes that we're being casual." Pope rolling his eyes as he pushed JJ.

"You two aren't being casual, you've both stopped any form of flirting with others and you beat the crap out of Rafe for trying it on with her. That isn't casual, that's dating." JJ looking at John B as he nodded agreeing with Pope, groaning as he leant back not wanting to think about it. They were right, he was basically dating Y/n and he just needed to grow some balls and ask her. 

Y/n waited for the boat to come in, JJ jumping off and tying it quickly as he ran towards Y/n, both of them grinning but filled with anxiety as they got closer until they stopped, almost close enough to touch.

"I wanted to-"

"We need to-

"You talk-"

"You-"

"No you-"

"You go-"

Both of them laughing as they tried to talk, JJ putting his hand over Y/n's mouth as her eyes widened, his face flushed and body buzzing with nerves.

"I just...i need to say this or i'm going to explode." Y/n grinning as she nodded pushing his hand off her mouth as he took a deep breath.

"I like you, and i mean a lot, like i want to shout about it and make sure everyone knows. And i...i want you to be my girlfriend...but only if you want to, obviously." JJ waited for Y/n's response as she rolled her eyes laughing with a side grin, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. His eyes widening as Y/n pulled back, smirking at him.

"Took the words right out of my mouth. So now that we're official...want to go shag on the boat?" JJ laughing as he grabbed her arm, pulling her past John B and Pope who grinned thinking they were going on a date. 

[sun-undone]

I think JJ is going to kill someone in season 3

Hear me out. 

So I originally saw this idea on the obx subreddit (which is super dead and not fun btw, do not recommend), and although I can’t find the post now, I remember someone saying that they thought JJ might kill someone in season 3, which would cause a lot of internal tension among the Pogues and also obviously a lot of emotional turmoil and development for JJ.

When I first read the post, I was like “nah I don’t really buy that, and besides, who would he kill??” There really aren’t any goons that are after the Pogues that he would potentially be forced to kill in self defense; there’s just Rafe and Ward. And I can’t imagine him killing either of them, or even Barry, because those characters are just too important to die like that. JJ killing a major character would split the impact of that moment between the weight of him killing somebody and the weight of such a big character dying, which diminishes the effects of both things. 

BUT THEN the actors who play Eberhimi and Macias started posting pictures of them on set, and that totally reignited this theory in my mind. I really thought that they were gonna be one-off villains for the season 2 finale, but what if they start working with Rafe to try to find the Pogues? I could definitely see Rafe cutting them in so he can have some help with trying to get Sarah back. 

So what if JJ actually ends up killing one of them within the first few episodes of the season? I mean, they’re not complete throwaway characters, but they’re also nowhere near the level of Rafe and Ward, so I think that that balance of importance would make for a really impactful moment that keeps the spotlight on JJ. Since they’re not super major characters, the impact of one of them dying would be more on the fact that JJ killed them, rather than them being dead. And I definitely feel like if any of the Pogues would kill in order to protect the group, it’d be JJ, no question. 

Okay, cool, sure, it’s possible, right? But why? Why have JJ kill someone? What would that do for the plot?

Here's what I spent way too much time coming up with:

Raising the stakes. 

I think a lot of people, including myself, have spoken about how the show really needs to raise the stakes in this season. With the reveal of Big John actually being alive, Ward faking his death, the Camerons really not facing any lasting consequences of their actions so far, and the Pogues feeling like literal superheroes/vigilantes, I feel like something big needs to happen to remind the audience that the things that happen in this show actually do have lasting impacts. And because of that need, I’ve seen many people theorizing that someone might die, like Topper or even a Pogue, like Sarah or JJ (there were even some rumors about Cline wanting to be killed off because of her breakup with Chase, but i think that’s bullshit). While, yes, a major or semi-major character dying would definitely raise the stakes, I think it’d be way more interesting if the writers decided to raise the stakes by challenging the Pogue motto of having “nothing to lose”. I would LOVE to see the Pogues have some internal conflicts about everything they’ve gone through as they reflect on the lasting consequences that this treasure hunt is already having on their lives. And with that, I’d like to see them question how far they’re willing to go for all of this. 

Instead of killing off a Pogue, what if they had a Pogue kill someone else off? 

That would force them to really take a good look at themselves as individuals and as a group, and it would also introduce some deep in-fighting among them, which I am dying to see (more on that in the next section). I think that poking some serious holes into the fabric of the Pogues could really shake up the dynamic in a way that we haven’t seen before in the show. Yes, there have been small fights between them before (John B and JJ throughout season 1, Kie and Pope in season 2, and John B and Sarah in season 2), but nothing that’s ever truly threatened the group from inside out.

The Pogues have always dealt with external conflicts, and their friendship has always been the rock that they can fall back on. Cracking that foundation could be a really interesting, character-driven way to raise the stakes for both the characters themselves and the audience. And obviously, having JJ, a 16/17 year old kid, take a life would absolutely make the show feel darker and like these characters aren’t so invincible anymore. But rather than showing that by having them be physically harmed, they would instead be battling with the emotional weight of everything that’s happening, which I think, if done correctly, can be way more impactful than just killing a main character off for shock value. 

The potential Pogue rift.

I said it before, but I would really love if this season pushed the limits of the Pogues’ friendships, and I think that having JJ kill someone would be the perfect catalyst for some in-fighting. One of the only times that the Pogues have really had a bad fight between themselves was in 1x07 after JJ steals the money from Barry, and then everyone turns on him and says that they’re sick of his impulsive shit. It would be a cool parallel if they had another, even bigger, fight between themselves once again stemming from a moral mistake that JJ has made. Except this time, it’s over something even more serious than stealing $25K from a drug dealer, which could be another great signal for the audience that shit has gotten way more real. I could definitely see John B in particular really taking the moral high-ground, especially considering how he’s acted in response to JJ’s questionable decisions before, and that might force the rest of the Pogues to feel like they need to take sides, ending with all of them facing their own internal conflicts. 

I also want a Pogue rift because I think it’d be a great opportunity to have them all reflect on how and why they became friends in the first place. Maybe I just love this trope of friends having a falling out and then coming back even stronger than before, but I really would love to see that with the Pogues. We know so little about pre-season 1 stuff, and this could be a way to fill in some of the gaps by having each of them talk about their cherished memories with one another. The Pogues have been so solid for 2 seasons, and I feel like I might catch some shit for wanting them to in-fight, but I think it’d be so different from what we’ve seen before, and of course it’d end with them being even closer than ever before. 

Daddy issues.

Stay with me, I swear it connects back to the theory.

So daddy issues have been an underlying theme of this show since the very beginning, and I feel like with Big John being reintroduced and Rafe stepping up to fill Ward’s shoes, it’s the perfect time to bring that theme to the forefront. There were undercurrents of John B’s insistence in finding the gold paralleling Big John’s own insistence, which ultimately got him “killed” and ruined his relationship with his son. John B was willing to strain his relationship with JJ and risk his life multiple times to finish what his father started, and then later, to avenge him.

With Rafe, it’s very clear that the reason why he killed Peterkin was not only because he wanted to save his dad, but because he wanted to be validated and loved by him in a way that he had never been before. And then by the end of season 2, I feel like Ward has finally realized that his own shortcomings as a father have created a monster in Rafe.

Both of these storylines fall under the umbrella theme of “are we doomed to follow in our parents’ footsteps?”, and they are so so so interesting to me. And with the way that Rafe’s story leaves off and the teasing of Big John being reunited with John B, I really do feel like this theme will shine in season 3. 

Of course, you can’t talk about daddy issues without talking about JJ. For him, this theme has mainly been shown through his insistence that he’s destined to end up in jail just like Luke, but I’d love to see this taken even further and even darker in season 3.

We know that JJ is more prone to and sensitive to violence than the other Pogues, and he has more of an “eat or be eaten” mentality, both of which lend themselves to the possibility of him taking a life if he felt like he had to in order to protect the Pogues. In season 1, we see JJ play with the idea of killing Luke twice, but in both instances, he has a clear choice to just walk away from the situation, so he does.

But what if he felt like he had no choice? What if either Eberhimi or Macias was threatening to kill one of the Pogues? (remember that Eberhimi had already almost killed Kie on the Coastal Venture and was the reason why JJ almost drowned, and Macias tried to kill Pope on the crane, so there's history there)

I could really see him just taking his protective instinct too far in order to save someone else’s life. But then, of course, he struggles with the violence that he knows exists within him because of Luke, and although he knows that he had no other choice, the guilt eats at him, finally bringing this internal conflict of his to a head.

I would LOVE if JJ’s main internal conflict this season is him being forced to confront the possibility of him being like Luke, and then having to consciously choose to be a better person than his father. And that would parallel Rafe so damn perfectly because he wants to be just like Ward, and he’s completely blinded by his psychosis to realize that is father is a piece of shit who should not be admired. But with JJ, we could see him confront his demons and how they are connected to his father, and then watch as he grows to realize that he has the power to decide to be a better person than him, despite all the trauma he's suffered by his hands. Wouldn’t that be so cool????

I really need this whole thread of daddy issues to finally amount to something real in this season, and JJ having to kill someone would be the perfect thing to round out the trio of characters who are struggling with the prospect of being like their fathers. By showing us the different ways in which JJ, John B, and Rafe all deal with their relationships to their fathers, the writers have the opportunity to make a commentary about how it's possible to walk out of your trauma and your upbringing, breaking the cycle of violence (at least in JJ and Rafe's cases, specifically).

JJ needs more development.

The writers have said in an interview after season 2 that they plan on refocusing the show back on the relationships between the characters in season 3. With this supposed shift back to more character-focused writing, I hope that that at least partially means that they’ll be willing to bring some emotional depth back to JJ, who I feel like was totally sidelined in season 2. He had his moments in 2x05 and 2x08, but overall, he didn’t really have a solo plot thread like all of the other Pogues did. So I think he’s due for some real, emotional growth in season 3.

I’m not saying that he needs to suffer in order to grow, BUT his biggest internal conflict has always been connected to Luke and how he so desperately wants to be a good person despite his upbringing. So with that framework in place, I really do feel like this theory makes sense in terms of how the writers could give him a truly satisfying, emotional arc. Plus, if they’re focusing more on relationships, maybe they’re also interested in seeing the Pogues in-fight, like I talked about before.

I also think that this arc for JJ could tie really nicely into the Jiara storyline that we know is going to happen (at least to some extent) throughout season 3. Maybe this is too headcanon-y, but I feel like some of the angst and interesting conflict involving that pairing could come from JJ not thinking that he’s good enough for Kie, a belief that would only be exacerbated by him having to kill someone. I even think it’s semi-plausible that that spoiler picture of Kie holding his face could be in relation to this theory. JJ looks truly haunted in that photo, and I definitely think that that expression is from more than just Kie showing him affection. It seems deeper than that to me. Maybe it’s him telling her what he had to do, or maybe just him confiding in her about his guilt.

In summary, I've thought way too much about this.

But I genuinely think this could happen, and maybe I'm crazy, but I think it would work really well with the pre-existing themes in the show as well as with some of the themes that I hope will be explored in season 3.

Please please tell me what you think because this took forever to try to type out in a way that makes even a little bit of sense ✌🏻

[blueicequeen19]

Pt. 3

JJ's POV

It's a cool night for a bonfire and we've made it a big one. The flames go over 6 feet in the air and the party has completely circled around it. I can't enjoy myself though. Not when she's on the other side of the fire with him. Archer is more Kook royalty and he thinks Morgan is his trophy. He would cringe at the things I do to his girl. With him she has to be miss little polite and perfect. With me, she's a force of nature.

I continue to sip my beer as I try to look anywhere but across from me but every movement has me looking back. His arm is casually thrown over her shoulder as he talks to Rafe and Kelc while she looks bored out of her mind. Ours eyes keep meeting but she's quick to look away.

"Are you okay?" Kie asks me and I just nod. I take a few hits off her joint to try to calm my nerves.

Hopefully there's no fights tonight. A buzz in my pocket has me looking at my phone. A text from my girl.

"Stop looking at me."

I bite back a smile as I type back my response.

"Make me." Send. I watch the scowl on her face form as she reads the text.

"Stop or I won't send you the picture I took this morning."

I gulp. She's playing a dangerous game and Archer is oblivious.

"Send it so I can look at something else."

I see the devious smirk on her lips as she types on her phone. I'm almost shaking in anticipation.

When my phone finally buzzes and the image pops up, I almost drop my phone in the sand. God Damn.

She was on her knees in red lingerie with her face cut from the photo. I could cum on the spot. If I wasn't pitching a tent before, I definitely was now. I held her gaze as I adjusted myself in my jeans and she smirked.

"You have 5 mins to come find me or I'll fuck you in front of him." I send it and head for the tree line where everyone is parked. I barely make it to the Twinkie when I hear jogging behind me. She slams into me and pushes me against the van.

"That was quick." I laugh and she lets go in case someone sees. I yank the sliding door open and follow in after. I barely get the door shut and the blinds pulled and she's attacking me.

"Someone is needy." I tease as she tears at the buttons on my jeans.

"Shut up and fuck me." She snaps, yanking her boots and tights off. I reach between her legs and cup her soaked core.

"You're already ready for me, baby. Taunting me in front of him must turn you on." And I pull her on to my lap. She reaches between us and lines herself up before sinking down on me and we both groan.

"God, your cock is so big." She groans, riding me as she uses the back of the seat for leverage. My hands dig into her hips to help her ride me.

"You've never complained before." I growl, pulling her mouth to mine and nipping her bottom lip. I push down so she bounces harder and her moans get louder.

"I love it when you fuck me, JJ Maybank." She cries, bouncing on me faster.

"I love fucking my dirty girl." I feel my balls tighten just as she starts clamping down on me from her release. She cries out and I thrust up into her, hard and fast, chasing my release. She buries her face in my neck to stifle her cries as I fill her with my cum. We both slow to a stop and pant against each other.

"You're not allowed to give that dick to anyone else. Never." She breathes, giving me a wet kiss. She groans when I slip my tongue in her mouth and I feel my cock hardening again.

Suddenly we hear voices outside and we freeze. Morgan goes to jump off me but I hold her in place.

I hold up a finger to my mouth to quiet her as we listen.

"I don't know where she went, bro." A male voice says. Barely feet from the Twinkie.

"She's always bailing on me." Archer says and Morgan's eyes go wide.

"Why don't you cut her lose, man?" Says the other one.

"Because it's Morgan Fucking Cole. You've seen how hot she looks in a bikini." Archer says and the other one laughs. Morgan rolls her eyes and I start rolling my hips. She gasps as my dick rubs on all those sensitive nerves inside her.

"J, they'll hear us." Her voice breaks as she tries to resist, her fingernails digging into my chest.

"Maybe I should show him how to fuck you properly?" I taunt her and she glares at me.

"We're going to get caught, JJ." She snaps, rolling her own hips against mine as tiny sounds escape her lips.

"You better be quiet then." I pull her against me so we're chest to chest and grind her harder on me and a whimper escapes her lips.

"You know I can't." She cries, our chins touching as she resists kissing me.

"What do you think he'd do if he caught me fucking you? Do you want to find out?" I reach for the blinds but she grabs my hand and puts it on her tit.

"Come one, man. Let's go back to the party." Says the voice outside and we hear footsteps retreat.

Morgan sighs as she relaxes then playfully slaps me on the arm.

"You're an asshole." She snaps, as she bounces harder on me.

"But you love it." I lift her off me and spin her around, bending her over the bench seat as I take her from behind. I slide in hard and grip her rough.

"Be quick I have to get back." She says over her shoulder, nails digging into the seat and I thrust so hard the van creaks followed by her loud groan.

"Yes ma'am. It'll be my pleasure to send you back to your boyfriend full of my cum."

[inkandpen22]

The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 3)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader 

Warnings: underage drinking, mild swearing, mentions of drugs 

Words count: 2k (it’s short but the next part is long) 

Part Summary: As the night dwindles away, JJ feels pressured to secure a place in your life. His chances grow times ten when Sarah arrives with some interesting news. 

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You and JJ share a log around the fire. His arm rests over your thigh, his hand gripping your knee slightly. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you two exchange whisper back and forth, making the Pogues sick with how lovey-dovey you two already are becoming. 

“What are you doing tomorrow?” JJ asks, kinda hoping he could ask you for real date but he’ll understand if you already have plans. 

“Hanging out with you,” you cheekily answer, earning a blushing grin from him. 

“Oh! cool, cool...” He presses his lips together with a faint laugh, finding it hard to hide his childish grin. 

You giggle at his bashfulness. He’s so shy around you and you can’t help but find it adorable. 

"Here comes Sarah!" Kiara announces as he spots their friend's car rolling up the drive. 

You and JJ finally break your hype-focused attention away from each other. Almost to make up for the lack of verbal communication, JJ shifts closer to you and plants a quick peck to your temple. 

"Hey! Sorry for the delay!" Sarah announces as she walks over from her car. John B rises from his position, trying to intercept Sarah before she sees you and JJ. Once she reaches John B, she notices how you and JJ are sitting. Her brows scrunch together, but she does her best to mask her confusion. "My parents were having a hissy fit about me borrowing the car. I told them and Y/N's parents that we were staying the night at Kiara's since she doesn't feel well. I hope that's okay, Kie," she asks as she gets closer to the bonfire. 

"Yeah, no problem!" Kiara waves her hand, not caring at all. 

"Wait, so what's the game plan?" You ask Sarah, but also everyone else for their input. You're thankful for the group's help, but weren't exactly prepared for an overnight stay. You understand why Sarah did this nonetheless. 

"You all can stay here tonight," John B shrugs as the Pogues do it all the time. 

"Your parents believed it," Sarah assures you. "I would just text your parents to help it seem more legit." 

"Okay! I'll text my mom," you comply with enthusiasm. 

Hey, I told Sarah to tell you but in case she didn't, we're staying over at Kiara's tonight. I had to drive her home in her dad's car because we think she got food poisoning or something. I'll text you when I'm heading out in the morning. Sarah can drive me home or something :)

"Finally! It'll be nice not being the only girl! I was kinda hoping you and Sarah would stay over anyway," Kiara adds, offering you a kind smile. 

"That makes two of us," JJ whispers for only you to hear. 

"My folks were pretty pissed about me ditching on the party, so I feel no urge on going home," Sarah huffs, right as John B asks for her to help him inside real quick. 

You and JJ watch as John B escorts Sarah inside by the arm. They try to be nonchalant, but it's so obvious they're freaking out. Sarah's whispers aren't exactly quiet and John B's doing his best to fill her in on what he knows. 

JJ turns his face toward yours with a smirk, suppressing his laughter. "They're definitely talking about us." 

"Oh for sure!" You nod slowly with a snicker. 

You two share in your amusement as your friends slowly lose their minds. A Pogue from The Cut was caught kissing the Princess of the OBX. If your friends from the other side of the island found out they would have an even more dramatic reaction. 

Your phone buzzes in your lap and it's from your mom. 

Ok. Text me when you wake up. 

"All set!" You voice to everyone remaining around the fire. "I doubt they'll even care since "I'm still on the Figure 8,” you make air quotes. 

"Yay!" Kiara claps her hands. 

"I say we watch a scary movie tonight!" JJ suggests beside you. 

"The Conjuring!" You vote swiftly, earning a laugh from JJ. 

"No!" Pope instantly refuses. "Nope! Last time we watched that you guys made me sleep on the porch and I heard creeks all night!" 

"Aw, I'll stay with you tonight Pope," Kiara offers, reaching for her friend's hand with a pout. "I'll keep you safe from all the ghosties." 

JJ leans in brushes his lips against your ear. "You gonna keep me safe?" 

You smile softly, turning your head toward him as you nod slowly. "I'll have your back if you have mine." 

His beautiful eyes meet yours in the gold flickering light of the fire. "Always, Baby." He plants a kiss to your lips, this time slow and comforting, as though you two have been doing it forever. 

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All six of you are gathered in the living room, watching The Conjuring. John B and JJ insisted that all lights in the house must be off, much to Pope's dismay. Kiara and Pope are positioned on the carpet, their backs against the couch. Pope has been hiding in a ball with his face behind the blanket he shares with Kiara. Sarah and John B are sprawled comfortably on the couch, well invested in the movie. You and JJ share the old red recliner, tucked close in a ball under a comforter. Right before the movie starts to get interesting, you shift forward in your position. JJ whines, disappointed in the loss of contact. His pouty face makes you giggle and he playfully tries to keep you close by holding onto your wrist. 

"I need another drink, anyone else?" You offer quietly, making sure not to step on Kiara or Pope on the floor on the way to the kitchen. You receive various forms of declines as you do your best to navigate your way through the dark and unfamiliar house. 

Finally finding yourself in the kitchen, you make yourself a glass of water. The moonlight shining through the window over the sink acts as your saving grace. Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms slip around your waist, causing you to jump. 

"Hey, Gorgeous," the blonde whispers against your neck. 

"JJ!" You gasp your heart racing. 

"Did I scare you?" He chuckles quietly to not alert the others. 

You spin in his hold and nudge him on the shoulder playfully. "You did that on purpose!"

"Not really but-" In one swift motion, JJ picks up and places you on the counter. He parts your legs to stand between them. His palms glide up and down your thighs. "That I did mean to do," he smirks, biting down on his lip. 

"JJ! Y/N! You're going to miss the wardrobe part!" Pope shouts, his voice shaky with fear. 

"I wish I had spoken to you sooner," JJ confesses abruptly, completely his friend in the next room. All he cares about right now is you. 

"Dido," you smirk, placing your arms over JJ's shoulders. 

"Really?" He voices in disbelief. Despite how much you've reassured him or have reciprocated his affections, he still isn't convinced that you truly like him. 

"That first time I saw you at the Cameron's?" You recall with raised brows. "Um, yeah! You looked hot in that pale green Ron Jon shirt." 

"I can't believe you remember that," he shakes his head, leaning in closer to you. I thought there was no way you'd know who I am." 

"JJ," you say his name in a mild groan with a toss of your head. How can this boy not see how amazing he is? "You're definitely worth remembering." 

"It was at the Boneyard," he states a matter-of-factly. 

"What was?" You grin. 

"The first time I ever saw you," he tilts his head back slightly, relieving his sharp jawline. "You were dancing with Topper on the wall. The fire made your skin glow and shimmer like bronze. You wore a navy blue bikini with ripped white booty shorts. Your hair was half up and all I could think about was how much I wanted to run my fingers through it. You were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen," he tells you, never once breaking eye contact. 

"That was last summer!" You can't believe he remembers that. 

"I know," he replies as though it's completely ordinary. 

Your jaw drops, "you're saying you've been waiting to talk to me for a year?!" 

"Okay well, when you put it that way," he tries to play it off and be cool now. 

"Aw JJ!" You express a little too excitedly, bringing your hands to his cheeks. 

JJ is quick to press his hand over your mouth. "Shh, Baby. Before you alert everyone in the living room!" Mischievously, you plant a kiss on his palm, catching him off guard. JJ swallows hard, peering down at you with hooded eyes.  "Okay, now you're just teasing me." 

You place your hand over his and remove it from your mouth. "You make it too easy," you giggle in a whisper. 

JJ simply stares down at your lips as he bites down on his own. Before you have a chance to react, he hungrily presses his lips to yours. Ever kiss up until now has been gentle, new, and hesitant. Now, JJ is forgetting his nerves and is acting on impulse. He breaks away from you and moves his assault to your neck. You comb your fingers through his thick blonde hair, gripping the strands on the back of his neck. 

"JJ," you pant breathlessly as your eyes fall shut. "What are you doing?" 

"Making up for lost time," he breathes against your neck. I'm really kicking myself right now." 

"It's my fault too," you try to speak as JJ makes a track down your neck to your collarbone. "I could've at least said 'hi' instead of smiling like an idiot." 

"At least you were nice," JJ mumbles against your chest. "I was a statue. Plus, I always thought you and Rafe may be-"

"Ew! Don't even finish that sentence," you scoff in disgusts. 

"You were always at the Cameron's. He's always on top of you and watches you like a hawk," JJ explains as he pops up for air. 

"He's had a thing for me for a while now. I've turned him down," you inform him.  

JJ frowns in confusion. "Why?" 

You figured it would've been obvious, especially considering how much JJ hates Rafe. "He's an arrogant ass. He thinks he's invincible and I hate people like that." 

"Well, you can tell him you're taken now," JJ grins, leaning in to kiss you. 

"Oh, I am?" You question playfully against his lips. 

"Yep," the boy nods as he begins to glide his lips across your jawline. "You're mine... and only mine..." He whispers, making you bite your lip with anticipation. Boy, this kid knows how to get you turned on. "I'll make sure everyone in the OBX knows it too," he declares as he starts to suck on the sensitive skin on your neck. At the rate JJ is going, he's certain to leave a mark or two, just as he wanted. 

"You guys!" Kiara calls this time. 

JJ huffs with annoyance as he appears out from your neck. "Coming!" He shouts, completely unfazed by what he was just doing. "Got you're so sexy," he plants a quick peck to your lips. "I hope you know I'm going to be dying through this entire movie." 

Ever the gentleman, he grips your waist and helps you down from the counter. He slips his hand into yours and grabs your water with the other before leading the way back into the living room. 

"She couldn't find the sodas in the fridge. I had to grab a new box from the back," he conjures up as you two cross the living room toward the recliner. 

"Sureee," John B and Sarah say in unison with amusement. 

"Sorry guys, what did we miss?" You ask while you and JJ get settled. 

After you take a quick sip from your water, you place it on the side table between the recliner and the couch before getting comfortable again with JJ. 

"Nice water, Y/N." Sarah giggles as she peaks over from the couch at your hand, earning an eye roll from JJ. 

"The crazy demon lady jumped on the daughter. I hate this!" Pope rushes out to answer your question. 

"Oh my God! You're fine, Pope!" Kiara groans, not hiding her annoyance. 

"I wish it wasn't so dark in here!" Pope shouts dramatically. 

"I kinda like it," JJ purrs in your ear. 

You turn your head to the side and he plants a kiss on your lips. As the others watch the movie, you and JJ spend most of the time whispering back and forth or too caught up in each other physically to talk at all. Of course, you two are respectful of your friends and keep it PG. Yet, you can't get enough of each other. It's all so soon, energetic, and freeing. As the thought of tomorrow morning lingers in the back of your mind, you’re starting to dread the idea of parting from JJ. 

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[reawritesthings]

Rooftop | JJ. Maybank

gif by @rudypankows​

Summary: When Sarah forces the pogues to go to a Kook party, JJ dips early and notices you on the roof, reading peacefully.

Words: 2.6K

A/N: Thank you all for the support on my other fics, it really means a lot to see the love you give me. If you like me to write for anyone, please send me an ask! thank you all again🦆

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"WHY are we even here?" JJ's exasperated tone of words sent the Pogue's including Sarah to eye roll.

"I would much rather be on my couch watching Monster Inc." JJ's childish tone evaporated around the North Carolina frightful breeze that lure them further into the land of predators.

Sarah huffed not wanting to row with the blonde beauty. She frankly understood his anti's of not wanting to prey on the sharks or even share the same air with them, but, Sarah was still a Kook and JJ needed to accept that.

"J, we can just head in there for an hour... drink their alcohol and leave." John B proposed letting his athletic, sternly hands fumble his way into Sarah's palm gifting her with a reassuring squeeze.

JJ's mind was like a cymbal-banging monkey toy that only worked when the indigo eye boy was frustrated and needed leverage, "We are about to attend John B's girlfriend ex-boyfriend's house party because Sarah's ex-boyfriend invited her, and only her." JJ dramatically paused to reminded everyone how fucked up this particular mission is.

"And, here we are, the pogues forcefully dragged by Topper's ex-girlfriend to attend this disgraceful party that could end in two possible ways.."

"Enlighten us." Pope's static tone of sarcasm intrigued JJ to finish his perfectly thought out rant.

"A fight breaks out, or Rafe loses his shit." JJ's arm folded whilst a devilish smile grew onto his bruised porcelain face that everyone admired about the surfer.

"I hate to agree with Scobby but he has a point." Pope's loyalty to JJ never failed him.

Kie and Sarah kept moving forward, dragging their danity flipflops through the frozen golden grains of the earth that held the rich side in place. Being the only two girls of the group they were used to the constant complaints from the men.

"Next time, I'll just invite you Kie." Sarah muttered under her minty breathe. Kiara only nodded in agreement reaching for the handle to enter the shark's den.

"Best behaviour," Kie announced immediately locking eyes with JJ who was infatuated with the silhouette of another human.

"Can't make any promises, Kie." He winked as his eyes were still glued to the frame of darkness that interlocked with his mind that he should be up there and not here.

"Here we go..." Sarah murmured under her breath. "What could possibly go wrong?" Kie shot her eyes back to Sarah who only swung the door opened to be slammed with harsh tones coming from the stereo.

Topper was known for throwing the most extravagant house parties. The music was as loud as thunder; it made the empty beer bottle rattle. Neon lights that were glued to the white walls flashed everywhere like police sirens, but with much more inviting colours.

Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. Topper, Rafe and Kelce were chatting up some ladies as there vision was blinded by a bunch of Pogues roaming around like cockroaches.

"What are they doing here?" Kelce mumbled against the illuminated ruby plastic cup that Rafe already broke through his rage.

"Topper is still whipped for my sister." Rafe truthfully announce, causing the blonde short skirted girl to loose interest in his friend.

"Thanks man." Topper's eye rolled extended further as he noticed John B clutching his arm around Sarah's frame, like he used too.

"Anytime." Rafe smirked pulling Kelce's bright yellow polo shirt towards him to confront the intruders. Topper soon joined, staying behind Rafe as he didn't want his perfectly structured face to be bruised.

"What are you rugrats doing here? You aren't allow to be on our turf." Rafe spat not even making eye contact with his younger sister whose frame was hidden behind John B's and JJ.

"We got invited. We just came here to get a little drunk and we will be on our way." JJ broke the silence, squaring up to Rafe's face.

"Don't make me bust your other eye, Maybank." Rafe threatened, clenching his palms ready for another battle.

"Wouldn't dream of it." JJ took Kelce's red cup from his hand drowning the stinging sensation that drew him away from the crowd.

"Where you going?" Pope shrieked as he didn't feel comfortable being left with John B, he wasn't exactly scary like JJ.

"Washroom. I'll be back." JJ reassured his best friend, whose hand was tightly gripped to Kiara's whose face wasn't enjoying the sensation sound of Topper's music taste.

JJ's curiosity always managed to get himself into trouble, whether he was looking for it or not. His mind was reverted back to the shadow of a young female who was on the roof. He knew he shouldn't be preying around Topper's house but, he would of regretted not knowing who that girl was.

His tiny frame ran smoothly around the second floor, each creak that he created with his ripped combat boots made him squint, he noticed a slight acute door open slightly with a streak of light hitting the wooden floors.

The bedroom was furnished on a expensive budget according to the serval layers of blankets that were freshly pressed on the double bed. A messy pile of book were scattered across the white carpet that was caressed with a circular rug that was neatly combed.

He looked up at the walls, admiring the pictures that were taken on a film camera.

"Whose's this girl?" JJ thought as he circled the room, slowly resting his palm on the slik sheets wishing he could have a room like this.

Since JJ was in a trance of what his life was like if he was Kook, he was startled by a soft tune of a sneeze coming from the windowsill. His intrigue body motioned away from the bed, heading towards the half adjecent window that his mysterious girl was resident.

JJ's instincts were never wrong when he assumed the shadow of a girl on the high roof. His head turned towards you, your fully eclipsed body was tainted with a summer dress that fit well on your skin. Under his brief gaze on your exposed skin, you didn't flinch or withdraw from your book. Your shape was already forming into womanhood, yet you were roughly the same age as Sarah: Your twin brother's ex-girlfriend. You revert your attention out of the flood of flowing words and focused them on him, he was something out of a novel you read once.

Dashing, adventurous and fearless. You were polite and offered him a seat next to you, letting the moon expose your vulnerable side which JJ instantly stole as he gently brushes his shoulder against your own.

JJ eccentric side was displayed out in the open and didn't hesitate to make the first move. "What's a pretty girl like you doing on a roof?"

You sauntered in, feeling provocative whilst you brushed your hair from your dainty shoulders, letting his kindly eager cornflower eyes follow your movement.

"I'm not really into the whole drinking vibe... My brother on the other hand is." JJ's pupils grew larger as he pieced the puzzle together, he knew he wasn't the smartest earthling on the island but he just couldn't see the resemblance between you and your brother.

"How is that possible?... Topper has a sister?... Why didn't Sarah mention anything?"

You personally thought his reaction wouldn't be inviting but, his reaction to the news lured you in more like he was siren calling for you. "Well, when my parents had Topper... they decided to conceive again, making me."

JJ nudged you chuckling at your comeback, "I know how sex works. I'm a Maybank."

"Noted." You candid staring at the apex of the deep sliver circle that brought the both of you together.

A heavy silence evaporated over them, thicker than the mucky air making the tension more uncomfortable. Both of your eyes glanced unceremoniously around turning to avoid catching each other glances that happened in the space of a minute.

"What you reading?" JJ noticed an earthy hued of brown colours stuck to her embrace which JJ gazed forced him to stare to create a new conversation.

"Charles Dickens, Great Expectations." He noticed your awkward zoned face shape into a curious, cheeky smile that he first noticed when he intruded.

"Cool. I don't read but Charles Dickens is a great man. One of the best lads out there, wonder what he is doing now?" JJ wondered having no idea that he is in fact six feet under.

You burst out a giggle with a sentiment rosy colour appeared on your cheeks, "Hate to break it to you but the lad is dead. He has been dead for centuries."

JJ was perplexed by your statement. He generally thought he was still alive due to Pope always speaking about him as if he was a local. "I knew that. I was testing your knowledge on Charlie."

You chuckled playing along with his shenanigans but you would be lying to yourself that you weren't intrigued in the fact that he was sitting here when he was supposed to be downstairs. "How comes you are up here? I thought Pogues loved a good party, especially if there's alcohol."

JJ shrugged darting his eyes to meet yours, "Don't take it personally but I'm not a fan of Kooks, especially Topper and his gang."

And this, you thought was going to be the end of your story with the blonde boy. You weren't shocked that he degraded your brother and his friends, you understood the reason.

"I get that. If it makes you feel better, I don't exactly agree with their rules and how they treat you guys. You deserve the same respect we get because one day, Shakesphere's novel of Romeo and Juliet might come true and, I personally don't want to kill myself..." You flirted in a way which the boy would probably take days, in fact, months to work out the metaphor.

"Does that make me Remi?" JJ joked as he kind of liked the way your nose scrunched when he didn't understand literature.

"It's Romeo..." You corrected him again.

"I know. I just wanted to see that little nose scrunch you do when I mess up."

You were stunned that he paid attention to little things about you. It wasn't every day that someone would paid attention to Topper's sister, especially a Pogue. You could sense that he was actually interested in you, and even the novel you were reading.

"Whatcha thinking about, Juliet?" JJ teased letting his hand move the strand of hair from your face, tucking it safely behind your acute ears.

You shrugged, "I just..." You paused, you didn't want to pride your thoughts on the Pogue as you didn't want to scare him away.

"C'mon, pretty girl. What is it?" He interrogated you. He looked down at your fingertips, loosely fighting with each other as you were struggling to form words. He initially engulfed his hands into yours brushing your soft skin to ease your mind.

"You are kind of the first guy to ever notice me, or even pay attention to me... I'm just don't want this night to end." You stutter but with every stroke, he did made your nerves drift away.

JJ instantly brought his broad arms over your waist, pulling your body against his. In seconds your bodies moulded into one. JJ never let another human be so close to him like this, not even Kie. You were different, you weren't like what he thought you would be. There was a purity to you, naivety perhaps, but with a scent of innocent that JJ wanted to protect from the creatures of the night.

You, on the other hand, felt something inside you ignite as his arms firmly were wrapped around your frame. His embrace was like a welcoming invitation to his life, which you would accept in a heartbeat. You didn't really want the party to end nor wanting the moon to disappear as that meant your story was ending.

"You see those two stars that are moulded into one... that's you and i. Whether you feel lost or feel alone, look up into the starry night and call me." JJ managed to sound romantic for a slight second which only made you blush more.

"Poetic... I like it Maybank." You winked whilst your hands fiddled around with his countless threaded bracelets. "I like this one the most... the colours match your eyes."

JJ immediately took the bracelet off, offering your hand. "You can have it. I've seen you admire it since I got here. I have plenty back at home, so this is my peace offering."

You silently accepted the gift, watching the bracelet fit perfectly onto your bony wrist. "It's beautiful." You muttered to yourself.

JJ curved his lips as he slowly lifted your chin up, to get a good view of your face. He admired every little detail but concentrated on your lips. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips went closer to yours, lighting pressing a small kiss to your rosebud shaped lips. When he kissed her, her identity fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting for the both of you as your tribes rival melted away. JJ's hand rested below his ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as he kept the flow of their lips going neither of them wanting to stop but, the calls from his friends parted them away.

"I better go... they are probably worried that I've got into a fight or something." JJ's face frowned watching your own do the same. "I'll see you tomorrow night, here."

"Are you sure? I don't want you getting into trouble..." You felt your walls began to build, each brick that layered made it harder for you to think that he would ever get into trouble for her, a heartless Kook.

JJ hooked his arms to your neck, "Don't worry about a thing, pretty girl."

You nodded, letting him steal another kiss from you as you watched his frame leave yours. A gush of emptiness flooded your body, as it called for him but he was already gone, vanished into the mucky air of North Carolina. You rallied back to your book, looking down at the texture smiling down as you saw him leave with his friends.

"JJ, where did you go? We were looking all over for you?" Sarah was the one who instigated the conversation since the rest were zoned out.

JJ kept it at a minimal, he didn't want his juliet to be known especially not to Sarah, "around."

Sarah hummed not believing anything JJ was saying. As they entered the van, Sarah noticed a small figure exiting from the roof, "Is that Y/N?"

JJ looked up, watching as you were clenching onto your book rather than watching your balance. "So that's her name.." He muttered to himself giving his face a warm smile.

Sarah turned hearing JJ's comment but decided to play along, "I wonder what she is holding?"

Without even realising JJ answered, "Charles Dickens. Great Expectations."

Sarah only smirked leaving JJ to slam his palm onto his mouth, feeling the metal sting his bruised chapped lips.

"We're you macking on with my ex-boyfriend's sister?" Sarah interrogated the blonde beauty.

"Let's just say that you need to tell me all the ways to sneak into his house." JJ blushed, letting his left foot bring his body up into the van.

Sarah followed behind, looking up one more time to see you peeping, "You got it, lover boy."

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[weasleypogues]

fight club (p.h.)

request: hii can i request smth angsty with pope ? maybe it could end well for both the reader and him but overall it’s just filled with angst and slow burn and tension ? ty xx

ofc lovieee!!! loving this pope recognition finally!! :)

this will be a two part becuause this was longer than i expected!!! part 2 here!!!

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you literally felt like you could not sit still. anger was pulsating through your veins as you paced back and forth on the porch of the chateau. you also felt the piercing eyes of pope follow you back and forth as you struggled to form a cohesive sentence.

“it’s just- ugh! she can’t get away with this! she thinks because she’s a kook that i’ll be begging for her forigveness and shit like i’m a starving peasant just to save my reputation! i’m a fucking pogue, i don’t have a reputation to uphold!” you spat as your hands clenched together so hard you swear you were going to accidentally draw blood from your palms.

vanessa was a kook that you never had problems with when you were kids because you two had a friendship that was secretive and playful because of opposing groups. it wasn’t until middle school was when she ditched you, similar to kie and sarah’s relationship. thankfully for them, they sorted it out. however, vanessa was bitter and bitchy every chance she could get. 

“yes (y/n)! keep it fiesty! i wanna see you win a good cat fight.” jj egged you on.

“you’re gonna make yourself go crazy if you don’t just sit down.” pope spoke in a sterner tone than you would have expected. but as the rage filled you from vanessa, pope’s tone was not helping. you felt a tinge of hurt in your chest as he expressed his clear stress and annoyance with you. but you weren’t going to let it go that easily; not in this state.

“i’m fine just the way i am, thanks.” you responded just as passive-aggressively as he did. you literally had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes so you wouldn’t egg this on, because the last thing you needed was for pope of all people to be on your bad side. 

you heard him scoff from behind you and his footsteps faded away. you spun around so quickly, maybe even too quickly to play it cool, to just see a flash of him as he turned the corner. your eyes flashed to john b, kie, and jj who had expressions that were just as shocked as your own.

“what’s his problem?” you asked, expecting an answer real quick before you had to go investigate it yourself. your teeth grinded against each other and you felt your face and ears go hot. 

“he probably just doesn’t think this is worth it (y/n/n).” kiara stated, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and giving you a look that said don’t let it get to you. kiara shared a quick glance with john b and jj, which definitely did not go unnoticed by you.

“w-what was that? that little look you three shared?” you asked pointing your finger at them interchangeably and confused but angrily eager to find out. you raised your eyebrows, expecting another speedy answer as you finally turned towards jj who held his hands up in defense and bit his tongue. 

“cut pope some slack. you’ve been looking for trouble lately (y/n), it’s been keeping him on edge each time.” john b responded and slapped his hands on this thighs before getting up off the couch. you felt your cheeks get a little hot and your jaw drop slightly.

pope was trying to be protective of you. this was not a secret that you and pope were always flirty with each other but neither of you ever acted on it. both keeping the same sad mindset, if they wanted to, they would. everytime you talked about this with kiara and sarah at a girls’ night, they playfully judged you for thinking like that and tried to encourage you to just go for it. 

you took a deep inhale and relaxed your shoulders and face, feeling the tension ease up on your body. “she’s asking for it...look i don’t want to make pope upset or anything but vanessa can’t keep pulling this shit. she’s asking for her teeth to get knocked in.” you huffed out as you grabbed your backpack and phone to hop on your bike and head home. 

--

your grabbed your phone and backpack as you headed back outside to your bike. you didn’t even bother to text the rest of the group about catching a ride to tonights kegger because you were just a little fired up from earlier. they were your friends and if this were any other case, they would be backing you up. why is this time any different?

you’re recalling yourself getting ready. stud earrings because she can grab hold of hoops. your hair in two braids because there was less surface area for her to snatch onto. sneakers to make a run for it in case shit gets bad. 

what the rest of them don’t understand is that not only was vanessa mean, spoiled, and made your existence on the obx difficult, was that you had a bumpy past with her. more than just losing a friend. she made up a rumor based on fake ideas that she overheard her parents talking about. when she would run into you on the street with her other kook friends at the ripe age of 13, she would be a bystander as they spat insults your way. that always caused a strain in your friendship. 

until one day, she started the picking on first. she judged you on your family’s financial situation and said quote-by-quote “i heard her mom cheats on her dad with all of her little pogue friend’s dads. who knows, they could actually be related and we wouldn’t know. she’s a whore and i’m sure she’ll end up just like her.” tears still brim your eyes at that memory. you wouldn’t dare tell the rest of the pogues, whether it was out of embarassment or fear. it was best for them and their own minds that it was never brought up again. since then, it seems like constant torture from her. 

you pulled up on the beach and hopped off your bike as your tires were definitely not made for the sand. you laid it on a tree and made a b-line to the keg that john b was basically guarding. “thought we’d hear from you.” you heard kiara state as she sat on the sand and glanced up at you, squinting her eyes to keep the remaining sun from basically burning them.

“yeah well, just got a lot on my mind.” you responded. you didn’t want to be so abrupt with them but your blood was basically boiling with the idea of vanessa. john b stared between you and kiara and handed you a full red solo cup which you gladly took, taking a gulp.

“soooo...” jj started, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “cat fight tonight?” you felt a chuckle rise out of you as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“if you’re lucky enough, maybe you’ll get front row.” you joked, sending a smirk jj’s way and taking another gulp. you felt a presence behind you and turned to be faced with pope. his facial expression had clearly changed from what you saw from him last time. he looked almost guilty and concerned rather than aggravated. 

“come to snap at me again?” you said, turning towards the horizon on the water. looking into his eyes right now was difficult. maybe because it was the idea that you knew some part of you wanted to snap at him for him snapping at you earlier but you couldn’t make another enemy. not tonight. 

“about that...can i actually talk to you for a minute?” pope muttered, instincitvely cracking his knuckles, clearly scared to tread on water. you felt your shoulders relax and your facial muscles follow suit. placing your drink and backpack on the ground you followed a few paces behind him, closer to the sand where the tide was rolling in. although he didn’t stop, he wanted this to be a walk and talk situation. 

you strolled beside him, both of your hands slightly brushing against each other every now and then. while neither of you took initiative to grab the others’ hand, neither of you pulled your hands out of that pathway either. that connection and touch felt nice. it was reassuring that his snappiness, along with your own, was out of love and protection of each other. 

“you won’t be happy with what i’m about to say...” pope started, basically holding his breath.

“so why say it, pope? i know it sounds bad to say outloud but, why not just let me fight her? she has made my existence so unbearably difficult on this island and has slandered my name and countless others of those i love too much and for too long. i’m sick of being a pushover and letting her get away with it because of mommy and daddy’s money. im done!” you blurted out, letting more info out than you expected. “why does it bother you so much? if this was topper and john b going at it, or rafe and jj? which keep in mind, both have actually happened, i’m sure you would be more hesitant to stop them.”

your strolling came to a sudden halt as pope took a step directly in front of you, face to face. he looked longingly into your eyes, somewhat darting back and forth between your own eyes to search for an answer to his questions or even an answer to yours. 

“(y/n)! i can’t see you get hurt. i know how badly you want to do this and how much it means to you but in the end, what is it going to get you? an even worse reputation among kooks, bloody nose, and a black eye? is it worth it?” pope rambled drasticaly. 

“it is worth it! and i’m so thankful that you care about me and my well being and everything in between but this is something that i have to do. once and for all. i’m not putting myself and everyone i love through this torture anymore. and if that means beating the shit out of her and getting a bloody lip and battered up on the way, than so be it!” you responded, using your hands quite animatedly throughout the performance. the waves seemed like the loudest thing on earth as you awaited an answer from pope. he looked defeated and anxious, knowing that there was no getting through to you for this. 

“i-” pope started before cutting himself off, looking deafeated yet again. he ran his hands over his face in frustration and as he let his eyes shine over the tips of his fingers, they locked with yours. you felt stuck in place and in a trance for a split second before you felt a pair of hands on your waist and soon enough, you were lip locked with pope. 

instantly you pulled away, your heart feeling full and your legs feeling limp. your hands made their way to his jawline, slightly caressing his cheeks and neck as you pulled him back into the kiss, elongating it. 

he pulled away, shocked yet proud with himself. you could not help the small smile that made it’s way onto your face as your cheeks felt hot immediately. “i can’t believe i’m saying this but...fuck it. beat the shit out of vanessa.” 

the small smile grew as a laugh escaped your lips. you were quick to grab his hand as you both made your way back towards the kegger that was becoming a little more dense as the minutes passed. sarah, kiara, jj, and john b’s eyes were quick to fall on your interlocked hands with pope. both of you kept quiet, playing it nonchalantly. but you couldn’t help but notice pope’s look to john b and jj, all with smirks lined up on their faces.

part two out later!! :) 

[obxcunt]

Rafe Cameron x Pogue Reader.

A/N: First of all, this is probably trash, i’m really sorry and i’m insecure about my writing hehe. Anyway, Rafe is the cocky asshole and Y/N the horny Pogue, enemies to lovers vibes, classic. And this is their story or more specifically: How they ended up together.

Warning: Light Smut, Sexual tension, Fluff, Light Angst, idk mention of Ward Cameron and John B? Sounds like a warning to me, you might feel the need to throw your panties at Drew afterwards?

Words: 5K

You started working at the country club this summer, which is where you “met” Rafe Cameron. But it wasn’t really the first time, as a Pogue you were already aware of the Kook’s bad reputation. However, this is when things unexpectedly started to change between the two of you.

At first, you tried to avoid him and his friends as much as possible: which caught Rafe’s attention and intrigued him. You were annoyed by his cocky attitude, vulgarity and poor comments regarding your lifestyle and friends but you couldn’t deny his charm.

One day, after another sexist comment from Topper, you decided to call him out in front of everyone, flipping him off on your way back to the bar as well. And your sudden bold attitude picked Rafe’s interest, leaving the Kook boy wordless and turning him on at the same time.

That’s when Rafe started to come to the club by himself without telling anyone, wanting to admire you in peace. He was obsessed with your work uniform, with the way your short tennis skirt always exposed your legs to him. He couldn’t stop picturing himself caressing your beautiful thighs, his mind going wild at the thought of you sitting on his lap.

Rafe didn’t know how to handle his new feelings towards you, especially the most sinful ones. He wasn’t used to rejection, usually women are the ones coming up to him. But you weren’t one of them, you were mostly ignoring him, torturing the Kook boy through the act. You guys were supposed to be enemies, but deep down, Rafe hoped you didn’t hate him.

On the other hand, you tried to not pay attention to the cocky Kook boy. But today, you knew something was going on due to Rafe’s lack of discretion. You could feel his blue eyes devouring you from across the room as you walked by. He was sitting at his usual table with his friends, drinking in silence and ignoring their conversation, too busy looking at you with intensity: the persistence making you blush uncontrollably. And right now, as Rafe licked his lips: tasting the sweet alcohol he just drank. He smirked to himself, wondering how you’d taste.

You left the room, followed by the Kook boy. “What do you want, Cameron?” You asked harshly, noticing his presence as you both walked to the exit. You were craving fresh-air, your cheeks still burning from his last action. “Do you have plans for tonight?” He asked back, opening the door for you, your eyes lingering on his bicep as he held it. “Why—“ You paused, waving at some customers coming in as you both stood next to the entrance. “I’m not interested.” Rafe laughed, grabbing your wrist as you tried to walk out. “Wait,“ He turned you around, gently pushing you against the wall, not caring about the people looking at the two of you. “One date, one chance.” “I don’t understand, you—“ You licked your lips, trying to ignore the warm feeling invading your body as he looked down at your lips. “This is literally our first real conversation, the insults and shitty comments you usually throw at me don’t count. And now, after all, you want to take me on a date? Why? I’m not a dirty Pogue anymore?” He shrugged his shoulders, playing it cool while he was freaking out on the inside, scared to get rejected by you. “I— I don’t know. You seem like a cool girl.” You raised a brow, then rolled your eyes at him. “If this is some kind of bet—“ “No! It’s not— Y/N, trust me it’s not. I’m not very good at this…” You sighed, a bit intrigued by his offer. “Fine, I'm giving you one chance, Cameron.”

Surprisingly, he wasn’t playing with you: preparing a whole pic-nic on the beach by himself, with a few candles and pillows laying on the duvet he had placed on the sand. “Wow, this is actually really nice.” You said, sitting down next to the nervous boy. Rafe smirked, admiring your features glowing under the sunset’s light. He couldn’t tell, but you were trying your best to not look at him, guilt washing you over as soon as you started thinking he looked hot tonight. You weren’t supposed to feel this way. “Don’t look at me like that.” You said, looking at the horizon. “I— I wasn’t,” You chuckled. “I can’t help it.” He admitted, swallowing hard as you looked back at him. “Did you tell your friends about our date?” He asked. “Of course not, and you didn’t say anything to yours either, right?” He shook his head, making you laugh. “I don’t even understand what I'm doing here.” “Stop pretending you’re not attracted to me,” You laughed nervously. “I know you feel it too.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied, your cheeks heating up under his intense gaze once again. “Listen, i’m sorry for the— everything.” “Rafe Cameron, apologizing,” You smiled at the irony. “That’s very unexpected. Is that your way to get into my pants, Cameron?” The Kook boy coughed, drinking a few sips of his beer to cool down. “I— No.” He said, shaking his head. “You don’t want to have sex with me?” His eyes widened at the question. “Yes, I mean— No.” He groaned, while you simply laughed at his frustration. His eyes went down your thighs, those thighs. “Cameron… Don’t.” You warned, his eyes meeting yours and finding a sudden touch of desire in them. “God—“ You groaned, pulling on your skirt with embarrassment. “This is so weird.” He slowly leaned his head towards yours. “I wanna touch you, so bad.” He murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours. You surprised yourself by briefly looking at his own, secretly wanting to taste them. “I—“ You paused, goosebumps now covering your skin as you felt his fingers wandering along your thigh. You looked down, enjoying the sight of his large hand resting on your thigh. “You want it.” He said, clearly amused by your reaction to his touch. “Wh— What? No!” You objected, smacking his hand away in panic. “But—“ “I— I wanna go home!” You blurted out, getting up and walking away from a very confused Rafe Cameron. Truth is, you wanted this as much as he did but you couldn’t lose your composure, not with him.

A few days passed since your catastrophic date with Rafe. And he’s been avoiding the country club since then, which annoyed you way more than it should’ve had. You ended up missing seeing him, searching for the tall boy’s silhouette everywhere at the club, to only find a void eating you alive. The Pogues knew something was wrong: noticing your silence, how much you were lost in your thoughts and the certain sadness occupying your gaze. You blamed it all on insomnia, too scared to admit your attraction to Rafe Cameron, their enemy.

You saw him again at Midsummers, finally. You were working with your friends that night, not expecting to see him walking in with his family, and a beautiful woman at his arm. You weren’t supposed to feel jealous, but couldn’t help it. He looked at you for the first time in a week, his deep blue eyes not leaving you as he kissed his date on the cheek at, asshole. “Is everything alright, Y/N?” Pope asked, walking up to you. “Yes...” You mumbled, faking a smile. “I— I need to use the bathroom, i’ll be right back.” He nodded, watching you leave, catching the Kook boy’s eyes following you through the crowd.

Once you were inside, you let out a sigh, both hands holding on the edges of the sink as you enjoyed the silence. Rafe ended up following you to the bathroom, a bit worried. He knocked on the door without introducing himself, forcing you to move back to it. “What are you doing here?” You asked, looking at the tall boy standing on the doorstep. “I saw you leaving and—“ You snorted, interrupting him. “Shouldn’t you be with your date, Cameron?” He smirked, sensing the bitterness in your question. “Jealous, Y/N?” He briefly looked behind him, examining the empty hallway, before pushing you back inside as he walked in. He closed the door and locked it, without breaking eye-contact. “I’m not jealous.” You lied, taking a better look at his appearance. He looked sensational in his baby-blue suit, your curiosity wondering how his muscles looked underneath it. “You’re the one who rejected me, remember?” He continued, leaning against the door, repulsing the urge to touch you. “Because all of this doesn’t make any sense!” You snapped out of frustration, scratching your head. “W— We are not supposed to do this, we are not supposed to feel this way.” He licked his lips, walking up to you. “We?” You rolled your eyes at his usual cockiness, crossing your arms. “Did you miss me, Y/N?” He asked, caressing your cheekbone with his thumb, going down your bottom lip as he held your chin with his fingers: the action sending shivers down your spin. You fluttered your eyes, enjoying the feeling. “Look at you, getting weak under my touch.” You opened your eyes, annoyed. “Fuck you.” You hissed, hitting his toned chest, both hands finding their way to his neck. “I will.” He said, pushing against the wall, making you whine. “Rafe—“ He slammed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, the both of you fighting for dominance with your tongues as he kept his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You were finally tasting them, tasting him: and it was even better than you had imagined it. “Fuck—“ He moaned against your lips, the both of you craving way more than a kiss, the both of you needing to feel the void. “Jump, baby.” He ordered in a whisper, kissing your jawline as he smacked your ass. You obeyed, wrapping your legs around his clothed body and letting the Kook boy carry you to the sink counter. Your hands went directly to his belt, a soft moan escaping your lips as Rafe licked your neck, leaving wet kisses all over skin. “Listen to me,” He said, grabbing your jaw to look at you in the eyes, your neediness driving him insane. “We’re gonna have to make it quick, alright?” You nodded, blushing as you felt your stomach twitch at the sound of his voice. “Good girl.” You moaned at his words, watching him unbuttoning your blouse. You had sex with Rafe Cameron for the first time that night, but it wouldn’t be the last.

The next day, you didn’t know what to expect from him. However, you were both eager to see each other again. You saw him during the day, while walking down the stairs to meet someone at the bar. A sudden shyness invaded you, your cheeks heating up at the thought of him: pulling on your hair, calling you his, choking you, controlling your body, cumming inside you. He noticed you, following you in the hallway and gently grabbing your wrist to turn you around, a devilish smirk on his face. “Hey, you come here often?” He asked, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. “Rafe…” You laughed, admiring the few marks on his neck. “Last night—“ “Last night was fucking amazing.” You smirked, biting your lower lip. “Yeah, maybe we should do it again someday.” You said. “Yeah, maybe we should…” You hummed, getting lost in his blue eyes, ignoring the noises surrounding the two of you. Last night, Rafe made you feel alive, and you were already dying to feel it again, no matter how inappropriate it was. You sighed, grabbing the tall boy’s face, pulling him in a heated kiss, listening to your heart rather than your head. You both pulled away, out of breath and turned on. “The closet?” Rafe suggested, driven by lust. “Please.”

And it happened again, again and again. You decided to stop counting at some point, enjoying each time like it was the last one. You guys were having sex everywhere, at any time of the day and night, it felt like an addiction: at the country club, at parties (which was dangerous), at his house (in his room, the shower, the pool, his dad’s office) and yours, in the back of his truck or even on the beach. You both liked it rough, but sometimes it turned into soft-love making: “What’s wrong, Rafe?” You asked, coming out of the bathroom and noticing the crying boy sitting on your bed. “What happened?” You walked up to him, kneeling down between his legs. “Hey, look at me.” You said, cupping his face and wiping the tears away with your thumbs. “My dad he’s—“ He paused, his voice cracking. “It’s okay, Rafe...” You whispered, leaning your forehead against his, sitting on his lap. “You’re safe here.” You reassured him, kissing his forehead. Rafe hugged you tight, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. “Do you want anything?” He looked up, sniffing with a sad smile. “You.” He murmured, the confession making you smile.

He held you the whole time, needing to feel you close to him as much as possible because you were the one making him feel safe and loved. His lips barely left yours, moaning and whispering the sweetest words against it. He looked at you in the eyes, pounding into you at a slower pace, smiling wide as you begged the Kook boy for more. He couldn’t stop admiring the beautiful girl underneath him: scratching his back with fierceness, crying in pleasure and screaming for him and only him. He really wanted this moment to last forever, and for the first time he didn’t leave afterwards, letting you fall asleep in his strong arms, holding you close to his heart: where you definitely belonged.

The Pogues knew you were seeing someone: you were constantly on your phone, ditching plans without explanation and quite often wearing bruises around your neck. However, Rafe wasn’t your boyfriend, yet. You both really liked each other, but didn’t know how to express it: your hookups sessions were turning into something more, which seemed a bit scary to you at times. Truth is, even though you both agreed on keeping this as a secret, you really wanted to talk about it to someone, craving advice and reassurance. And it seemed like the universe had heard your prayers, as Sarah caught the two of you having sex in your kitchen the other night.

“Rafe...“ You moaned, bent over the counter. “Fuck— I missed you so much.” He groaned at your words, pulling on your hair as he roughly pounded into you from behind. “Shit— Pretty girl.” You cried, gripping on the edges for dear life. “This is what you get,“ He smacked your ass. “For flirting with a guy in front of me.” “I— I wasn’t flirting with him!” You gasped, his arms pulling you back against his sweaty chest, his lips sucking on your neck as he pounded deeper into you through the new angle. “Shut up.” “Fuck, Rafe—“ He smiled against your skin, loving the power he had on you. “You’re taking me so well, baby. Look at you, getting fucked in the kitchen. You like that, huh?” You cried at his words, your hands holding on his arms for support. “Cum for me.” He murmured, hitting your g-spot, your legs shaking at the impact. You were about to, until someone arrived in the kitchen: Sarah, holding your backpack in hands. “Y/N, you forgot your—“ She paused, screaming in horror at the sight of the two of you: breathless, moaning mess. “Shit— Sarah!” You tried to call her, but she threw the backpack on the floor before running towards the front door. “Well, it was obviously going to happen at some point.” Rafe said, pulling out of you and putting his pants on. “I told you to lock the door.” You hissed, grabbing your dress off the ground. Rafe looked at you, noticing the panic submerging you as you struggled. “Hey, hey, hey,” He whispered, gently cupping your face. “Look at me, Y/N. It’s fine, don’t worry.” You pushed him away, dressing up in a rush. “This is not okay— I’ve been lying to my friends for weeks, they’re gonna be so—“ Rafe turned you around, pulling you against him. “You need to calm down, okay? I’m sure they’ll understand, and it’s actually none of their business.” You sighed, kissing his bare chest, your arms wrapping themselves around him. “I’ll stay with you, if you want.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “So… About what we were doing ten minutes ago.” He continued with a smirk, squeezing your ass. “Get out of my house, Cameron.” You said, playfully pushing the Kook boy away. “Your little sister just caught us having sex.”

Rafe dragged you inside his house, holding your hand. “Come on, Y/N.” He said, kissing your temple. “Stay in the perimeter, in case she tries to kill me.” You whispered, glancing at his blond sister walking in the kitchen. Rafe laughed, placing a soft kiss on your lips before letting go of your hand. You sighed, walking inside the quiet room, looking at your friend sitting down at the table with a bowl of fruits. “What do you want, Y/N? Condoms?” She joked, looking away. “Sarah—“ “I can’t believe it, you’ve been fucking my brother for weeks, without telling me.” You crossed your arms, nervously biting your lower lip. “I— I’m sorry. I was scared, because it’s obviously very problematic—“ Sarah chuckled, looking back at you. “No shit, Y/N!” She said, falling back into her chair. “First of all, my brother is an asshole, he doesn't deserve you. Second of all, he hurt our friends many times!” “I know, I feel guilty about us everyday, Sarah!” You shouted, walking up to her. “I don’t know how it happened, but i really like him and—” “Oh my god, tell me you’re not in love with my brother.” She said, visibly disgusted. “He’s not that bad, he’s actually sweet at times. Come on, Sarah. I was the first one to defend you and John B!” The Kook girl sighed, trying to understand how someone like you could love someone like Rafe. “I don’t want you to get hurt. You’re one of my best friends, Y/N.” She said, giving you a tiny smile. “I’m traumatized by the way.” She added, grimacing at the idea of his brother and you having sex. “Please, don’t be mad at me. I— I know this is weird, but i liked being around him and i feel like i might have a good influence on him.” “Of course you have a good influence on him, you’re adorable. But we can’t trust him.” You looked down, crossing your arms. “We are not dating, it’s just—” “You need to tell the others, especially JJ.” You looked back at her, eyes widening. “No way! JJ’s gonna kill him, we all know how dramatic he can be.” Sarah nodded. “Do you really want him to find out the same way I did?” You sighed, shaking your head. Maybe it was time to tell everyone.

Today, you weren’t feeling well, a bit stressed by the whole situation. However, you were excited to see Rafe again at the country club. But when you walked in the dining room, your smile disappeared almost instantly, your eyes leaning on the beautiful woman sitting next to him, the one who accompanied him at the Midsummers. She looked flawless and visibly older than you, probably closer to his age. “Take their order, Y/N.” Your manager said. You sighed, walking up to their table, shaking in your shoes. You saluted Ward, ignoring the Kook boy and his date, the sight of them making you feel sick to your stomach. You started overthinking, wondering if he had been fucking her too, the whole time he was seeing you. You could feel his eyes on you, the intensity distracting you and making you choke on your words as you took their order. “I— Alright, Sir.” You walked away, running out of the room once you were done, hiding in the bathroom where it all started. But this time, Rafe didn’t follow you, his absence breaking your heart.

A few days passed since the last time you saw him at the country club. And he has been acting dead ever since. “Y/N?” JJ asked, stroking your shoulder. “What’s going on? You’re usually excited to eat one of my burgers.” You smirked, turning to the blond boy. “I’m excited!” You faked enthusiasm, trying to ignore the pain you’ve been feeling all night. “Don’t lie to me.” He said, narrowing his eyes and sitting down next to you on the couch. “Is it about that guy you’re seeing? Do you want me to kick his ass?” You chuckled, looking at his clenched fists. “Tough day at work, that’s all.” You said, standing up. “Y/N…” He groaned, watching you walk to John B’s kitchen. “Come on, tell me the truth.” He begged, following you. “Did he hurt you?” Yes. “Can’t we just talk about something else, JJ?” “I hooked up with this—“ You turned around smacking his chest. “You’re so annoying.” You said, rolling your eyes at his amusement. “I don’t want to talk about him, it’s probably not even relevant anymore.” You opened the fridge, giving the blond the ingredients. “You guys broke up or?” You sighed, of course he wasn’t going to let it go. “We weren’t together, we were just… seeing each other.” JJ hummed in response, walking towards the counter. “I don’t know what you’re hiding but—” You weren’t listening anymore, looking into space, rethinking about your conversation with Sarah the other day. “JJ? I— I fucked Rafe Cameron.” You blurted out, the confession surprising him. He let everything fall on the counter before turning towards you, eyes filled with anger. “Please, JJ. Don’t be mad at me. I— I wanted to tell you but i didn’t know how.” He clenched his jaw, walking up to you. “Rafe Cameron? Out of all the guys?” He laughed nervously, ready to raise his voice. “Are you fuckinf kidding me, Y/N?” He shouted at your face, giving you goosebumps. “I’m so sorry…” You cried, looking away. JJ’s features softened at the sight of your tears, guilt washing his anger away. “Don’t— Shit.” He sighed, pulling you into a hug. “Don’t cry, Y/N. I’m sorry for yelling at you, it’s just—“ He paused, the sound of your sobs breaking his heart. He knew something was wrong, he couldn’t be the only one responsible for your breakdown. “What happened?” He asked, caressing your hair, still shocked by the news. “I’m so stupid.” You murmured, head pressed against his chest. “I love him.” JJ sighed, holding you tight. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He murmured back, already picturing himself fighting the Kook boy.

“Okay, i’ll be there in ten minutes.” You said, holding the phone close to your ear as you left your house. “No, JJ. I won’t give you my bra to try it on. I don’t care if it’s a bet—” You whined, rolling your eyes and closing the door behind you. “Whatever, see you guys soon.” You hung up, then walked towards your car, entering the driveway when you noticed someone leaned against the vehicle: Rafe. “Leave me alone.” You hissed, trying to shut down your emotions. He looked hot, as always, his devilish smirk still present on his perfectly sculpted face. “I’m serious, Rafe.” You said, pushing him to the right, the Kook boy grabbing your hips with both hands in the act. “Let me explain, Y/N.” You pushed him away, this time with way more strength. “Explain, what? How you fucked someone else behind my back? Because you’re ashamed to be seen with a Pogue?” He frowned, shaking his head. “What are you talking about—“ “I’m eighteen years old, still living with my parents, working at the country club and driving an old car. I’m not some model in her twenties, born into a rich family.” Rafe sighed, passing a hand over his face, tears emerging from the corner of your eyes. “Baby…” He said, trying to take your hand but failing. "Don't— You disappeared for a week.” You tried to open the car door, but he closed it immediately with his hand. “Rafe!” You whined, containing your tears. “Let me explain, Y/N.” He begged, turning you around and slamming you against the vehicle, leaning his face dangerously close to yours. You both looked at each other for a second, wanting to close the gap between the two of you. “I—“ You started, swallowing hard. “I don’t know what to do, kissing you or punching you in the fucking face, Cameron.” He smirked, caressing your cheek. “Nothing happened between us, trust me. Michelle comes from a rich family and my father tried to set us up.” You nodded, sighing. “So, are you married now?” “I told him about us, about my feelings for you.” Your lips parted. “But— But you left and—“ “Remember the last time i did that? The week before Midsummers?” You nodded. “I was dealing with some issues.” You frowned. “Are you talking about drugs? I thought you were—“ “Clean?” He laughed, the sadness in his tone hitting you. “I’m never high around you, because you make me feel better, because you’re my escape.” A tear rolled down your cheek, which he wiped away with his thumb. “But the shit my dad was putting through— it triggered me.” “Why didn’t you call me, Rafe? You can always count on me.” “I know, but after what happened at the club… I felt like shit for hurting you, i didn’t mean to. When you left the room— I really wanted to follow you.” You couldn’t hold back anymore, grabbing his face and pulling him into a soft kiss. “I— I think i’m in love with you, Rafe.” You murmured, your forehead resting against his. “I think i’m in love with you too, Y/N.” He replied, smiling, both hands now holding your shaking ones and giving them soft kisses.

That night, you decided to tell everyone at the Chateau: Rafe driving you to the location and accompanying you. You were nervous, holding his hand as you both walked to the backyard, where your friends were talking. “What the fuck?” Pope asked, being the first one to notice the Kook boy next to you. “Holy shit—“ Kiara mumbled, her eyes stuck on your hands. “What is he doing here?” John B asked, standing up. “What the—“ Sarah covered his mouth with her hand, winking at you. “What’s going on, Y/N?” Kie asked, looking at everyone with confusion. JJ remained silent, examining your boyfriend with a clenched jaw. “We— We are dating.” You said, leaning your head against Rafe’s chest, craving some protection. “Is this a joke?” Pope asked, while your other friends seemed disappointed. “I know he’s been a real asshole—“ “What the fuck!” Kie shouted, standing up. “You were hooking up with him the whole time?” “I’m genuinely sorry for lying to you guys! But—“ You paused, trembling in your boyfriend’s arms, as he held you close to him. “I didn’t premeditated to fall in love with him.” You continued, glancing at Rafe. “I still don’t understand how you managed to make her fall in love with you.” JJ said, looking at his boots. “Wait,” John B said, glancing back and forth between us. “You already knew about this?” “She told me yesterday.” Sarah sighed. “And i caught them having sex in her kitchen.” Kie fake-gagged, looking away. “You had sex in a kitchen?” Pope asked, eyes widening. “Oh my god, shut up.” Kie said, slapping the back of his head. Rafe cleared his throat. “I really like— Love, Y/N.” He said, looking at your friends. “I fucked up in the past, but i won’t bother any of you ever again.” He promised, your arms wrapping themselves around his waist, the small gesture making his heart melt. “Gross…” JJ murmured, looking away. “I know it’s gonna take you guys some time to fully accept and understand but—“ “You defended me, when Sarah and I started dating. I won’t judge you, but i can’t trust him.” John B said, looking at Rafe. “If you hurt her—“ “I won’t.” Your friends looked at each other, still a bit lost and overwhelmed by all of this.

After a few months, your friends were starting to accept your relationship with the Kook boy a bit more: inviting him and his friends to parties, hanging out with the two of you, all of this without causing any drama. It wasn’t easy at first, especially for JJ who’s always been protective, but he knew you were truly happy with Rafe and it was the most important to him. Your parents loved him, especially your mother, who finds him extremely charming, obviously. “I think your mother likes me.” Rafe whispered, glancing at the older woman from across the table. “She definitely has a crush on you.” “The mom and the daughter? Sounds like—“ “If you say porn, you’re gonna have to watch some for a while.” You warned, crossing your arms. Rafe chuckled, caressing your bare thigh under the table. “That’s sweet,” He said, leaning his lips closer to your ear. “We both know you can’t resist me.” “I have other options waiting for me.” You teased back, smirking at him. “Really?” He asked, his thumb caressing your inner-thigh, getting dangerously close to your center. “Well, we’ll talk about it later then.” He said, his eyes getting darker and your whole body shivering at his words. You already knew the outcome of this conversation, your legs already shaking at the idea. “Appreciate them while you can, baby.” He said, moving his hand to your knee. “You’re not gonna be able to use them for a while.”

uhuhuhuh, the end.

[birdiefw]

JJ MAYBANK | NOT MY CHOICE PT. 1

Part Two — Here

Requested by: @maybebanks

Summary: You’ve always been a Pogue despite your wealth and had been friends with John B. and his crew for as long as you could remember. However, you were also dating Rafe Cameron but your friend didn’t know, and worst of all, it wasn’t your decision. But one day Rafe sees you and JJ together and decides to show you and JJ who you belong to.

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, sexual assault, groping, ANGST (IF ANY OF THESE MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE DON’T READ)

Y/ND/N = Your Next-door Neighbor

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I’ve been trying to come up with another idea for a JJ imagine and I’m so glad you sent me this! I’ve decided to make this into two parts, so I hope you don’t mind that I saved a few details of the request for the next part! I hope you enjoy, too!

[not my gif!!!]



You were three weeks into your relationship with Rafe Cameron and you hated it.

Around your parents he was kind, thoughtful, and gentle — which is why they forced you into a relationship with him against your wishes by filling Rafe’s head with the idea that you were just playing hard to get — and you were unable to tell him no. But when your parents weren’t around, he someone else completely, and it terrified you.

He was erratic, controlling, and manipulative. You knew part of it was because of the drugs he took as often as he could, but that didn’t excuse his ruthless actions. His own relationships with his family was rocky at best, and you could see it was taking a bigger toll on him than he would’ve cared to admit. You knew better than to question it and went along with whatever he wanted in order to keep him happy and feeling in control; you’d seen him lose himself once and you didn’t want that to happen again. You didn’t think he’d physically hurt you with as much as he claimed to care about you, but you were never too sure with him.

Anytime you managed to get some free time away from him and your family, you found yourself with the Pogues down in the Cut. They knew you were wealthy, but that didn’t stop them from welcoming you in once they got to know you and saw how kind and caring you were — which you thanked Kie for as she was the one you’d befriended first. You were close with the rest of John B.’s group — especially JJ which was a surprise to both of you.

You didn’t expect to be so drawn to the most reckless and destructive one of them all, but you saw how kind and gentle he could be. He didn’t think he’d find you as enticing as he did either, but he wasn’t complaining. You treated him better than most and accepted him for who he was even with all of his flaws.

He didn’t show his soft side a lot, but you’d seen it more than the others had as if fate was trying to tell you two something you were failing to see for yourself; perhaps that was why you two wound up spending the day together.

With John B. job hunting, Kiara waitressing at The Wreck, and Pope delivering groceries, you and JJ were the only ones with some free time. JJ was supposed to work later, but until then the two of you decided to go surfing wfilr the sun was still shining brightly in the sky and the waves were nearly perfect. Rafe was apparently working out with Topper and Kelc, and knowing them, you’d figured it wouldn’t be a while until they were done. They often ended up at one of their houses afterwards, so you didn’t think Rafe would want to spend anytime with you.

“You comin’ or what, Y/N?” JJ laughed, catching your attention. “We ain’t got all day!”

You suddenly blinked back to reality, gaping as the blond boy was already out in the water and his heart racing with excitement. You scoffed offensively, hurrying after him with your surfboard in tow. “What the fuck, JJ?” You whined, quickly getting on the board and paddling towards him. He loudly laughed, water splattering onto your faces as you moved closer and closer to the gushing waves. “I can’t believe you left me behind!”

“It’s not my fault you weren’t paying attention,” he replied shortly.

You huffed, playfully rolling your eyes. “You’re a shithead, Maybank.”

“Yeah, but you like it.”

Rather than answering him or giving him an even bigger ego boost, you just splashed him and made your way towards the rolling waves with him right behind you. There were only a few other people lounging at the beach, the annual Fourth of July parade more interesting to the town than the waves that never left. Your parents were helping out with the Red Cross float, but you knew they wouldn’t realize you weren’t there in the crowd. JJ could’ve cared less, and as you got to your feet on your board and gliding across the water, you didn’t regret skipping out on it and going to the beach with your favorite Pogue.

———

It wasn’t until a few hours later when you and JJ conquered as many waves as you could that you two decided to call it quits and go and get some food. You’d fallen off your boards more times than you would’ve cared to admit, but you didn’t mind it. The water comforted you every time you fell into it, cooling off your warm skin that the sun was harshly beating down on. JJ came to your aid every time your body tumbled off your board, helping you back onto it with ease, and you did the same with him.

Surfing was dangerous, but it didn’t feel like it when you were with JJ.

When you were with him, you didn’t have to constantly worry about your parents, Rafe, or all of the responsibilities you were currently neglecting to do. All of your worries washed away with the sea and were pushed down to depths of the ocean where only the seaweed would feel the tension. You’d bickered on and off the entire time, trying to one up each other with each wave that came to tower over you two. There were a few times you almost fell face first when you saw JJ doing a trick you’d never seen before, but you caught yourself almost every time. Almost.

Saltwater harshly clung to your hair, the water trickling down your skin as you made your way out of the water. Your board was lazily tucked under your arm once more, a smile adorning your lips while your feet pushed into the wet sand. JJ was right beside you, his hair dripping and looking a little more dark than normal. He was heavily breathing and his shoulders were a little red — as were yours — but his smile never deterred nor did the joyful shine in his eyes that simply couldn’t be missed.

“I don’t know which one of us did worse today,” you laughed, stopping in the sand a little ways away from the water. You pushed your board down into the ground, slightly leaning against it with yours lips pulled up into a genuine grin.

JJ did the same, lightly wiping at his wet faces when a few drops trickled past his eyes. “Really? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure you wiped out more than I did.”

You huffed and shoved his arm. “I did not!”

“Did too!”

You scoffed and shook your head. You were too hungry to continue with this. “You know what? I’m gonna let you have this one, but just this once.”

“Wow, how thoughtful of you, Y/N,” he chuckled.

You laughed along with him and began to walk ahead with JJ a little ways behind you. “I am very thoughtful, thank you very much.”

“Sure, whatever you—”

“Y/N?” Your entire body froze when you saw Rafe making his way towards you and JJ. He wore a yellow tank top and black shorts, a few pieces of his hair falling in his face like he hadn’t used enough gel to keep its kicked back. His features were stern, eyes narrowed and locked in JJ. Your breath hitched in your throat the closer he got to you, unsure as to how he knew where you were.

“H-Hey, Rafe,” you stammered nervously, unable for bring yourself to face JJ. You couldn’t imagine what must’ve been going through his head. Since when did you become friends with Rafe? “W-What’re you doing here?”

Rafe clenched his jaw, his gaze swiveling from JJ to you. He was only inches away from you, and JJ had his fist clenching and unclenching. “Y/ND/N said you were at the beach,” he answered, looking back to JJ. “I finished early with the boys and I thought we could catch some waves.”

“Sorry, man, you’re too late,” JJ said, smugly smirking.

“Oh, am I?” Rafe taunted darkly. You gulped, your head slowly turning to face JJ. His eyes locked with yours, brows furrowing together at the unreadable look on your features. “I think that’s up to me and Y/N, Pogue. Isn’t that right, babe?”

“Babe?” JJ repeated in disbelief, eyes widening like a deer stuck in a set of headlights. Your heart sank into the lowest pit of your stomach, seeing JJ’s face fall. He didn’t want to believe it, and you didn’t want to either. “You’re joking.”

“What’s it to you?” Rafe scoffed, coming to stand beside you. He was a little too close for comfort, most certainly pushing his boundaries more than he ever had before. But you were almost paralyzed, your brain trying to piece together a way for this to go better than how you feared it would.

“Rafe, let’s just go—”

“No, hold on,” Rafe denied. He came up partially behind you, raising his brows towards a seething JJ. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“Why should I?” JJ snapped. His eyes widened when he saw Rafe lean in close, gingerly pressing his lips to your neck. One of his hands touched your hip, going around and squeezing your ass like he was marking you to show JJ you belonged to him.

Your mind screamed at you to tell him to stop, to shove him away and make a run for it, but you couldn’t. Instead you held a poker face, doing your best to keep your breathing even so you didn’t alert either boys of your discomfort. You could’ve sworn JJ was trying to kill Rafe with his darkened eyes, but you weren’t showing any signs that you didn’t like it. You harshly bit your tongue, not wanting your urge to cry to take over and anger Rafe.

That was the last thing you needed.

“You like that, don’t you, Y/N?” Rafe murmured against your skin, making sure JJ heard him.

You meekly nodded, forcing a faint smile on your lips. “Yes,” you managed to breath out.

Rafe seemed pleased with your answer and stopped. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and took your hand in his, tugging you away from JJ. “Let’s get outta here,” he said, shooting JJ a nasty glare. “Kelc is throwing a party and we can’t miss it.”

“Okay,” you squeaked out. You allowed him to pull you along and in the direction of his bike, biting your bottom lip. You stole a glance back at JJ, and for the first time, he was left completely speechless.

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don’t wake up pt. 4 | rafe cameron x reader

summary: you and rafe discuss the future of your relationship

warnings: SMUT, cursing, drug mention, alcohol mention, death mention

word count: 4.6k (these just keep getting longer)

a/n: some parts of this i love, some parts i hate. this is a very fluffy, emotional chapter with a healthy dose of smut ;). there will be two more parts to this and i hope to finish the whole thing by this weekend! enjoy, lovelies!

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You had been alive for many years now, but you couldn’t remember a single moment where you were as happy and at peace as you were now with Rafe. You had spent the rest of the day cuddling on your tiny bed, binging The X-Files. You took breaks every once and a while to eat, have sex, or just talk.

You’d never spent this much time with Rafe before. You made nice small talk when he would give you rides and sometimes you would engage in some pillow talk after he had railed you. The most you’d really talked had been that night on the beach. But now, he was baring his soul to you. He told you all about his family problems, how he could never please his father, never be as good as Sarah. He even told you, vaguely, about his problems with drugs. He mentioned Barry and all the shit he had done for him, but didn’t go into details and you didn’t press him for them. You listened intently, absorbing all the information. On the outside, you played it cool, giving him comforting words and touches, trying not to reveal how overwhelming all this was to you. But you continued to listen anyway, realizing quickly that this was the first time Rafe had really spoke to anyone about the problems swirling around inside his head.

In turn, he listened to you. You talked about your parents. Your dad had left when your mom was pregnant with your youngest sister. Your mom came in and out of your life, finally completely disappearing when your older sister turned 18. Your older sister had gotten married young to the love of her life, only for him to die tragically not long after the birth of their third child. Now it was just you three sisters and the kids, trying your best to stay alive.

Rafe didn’t pretend to understand what you went through. Being a Kook, he was so far removed from any of your daily worries that couldn’t even comprehend what it was like. But he still listened and provided comfort and sympathy.

Even though you both were talking about the problems that plagued your lives, it was easy to forget about them while you were laying in his arms. Rafe had been a figure in your life long before your relationship had started. He was the man who talked shit about your way of life. He beat up your friends, leading to you spend nights cleaning JJ or Pope or John B’s (mostly JJ’s) wounds. The Rafe holding you in his arms was a completely different person to the one you had known in passing, to the one your friends told you nothing but bad things about.

When you woke up the next morning, untangling yourself from arms of Rafe to get ready for work, you could feel the bubble that had surrounded you since last month getting ready to burst. Everything had changed yesterday. You knew you couldn’t go on the same way you had before, fucking each other’s brains out then disappearing the next morning, and you didn’t want that anymore. You wanted Rafe, all of him. You wanted to hold him and kiss him and tell him everything would be alright. You wanted to hold his hand and go on stupidly adorable dates. And, yeah, you also wanted to continue fucking his brains out. But then you thought of the Pogues and Sarah. You couldn’t lose them, they were your family. You tried to think of their reactions if you told them about you and Rafe, and all you could picture was JJ annihilating Rafe’s face with his fists, Kie, Pope, and John B’s betrayed looks, and Sarah’s disgust at you sleeping with her brother.

The anxiety was vibrating through your veins when Rafe found you. You stood at the stove making breakfast, already dressed for work. He came up behind you, shirtless, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing sweet kisses on your neck and shoulder. You easily relaxed against him, trying calm the voice in your head.

“Good morning,” Rafe said. Sleep had made his voice low and raspy, but you could hear the smile in his words.

“How’d you sleep?” You asked, turning the stove off. You tried to move to grab a couple plates, but Rafe refused to let you go, his grip on your waist tightening. You shuddered as his lips assaulted your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Your moans were quick to turn into giggles as Rafe’s fingers moved up to your sides under your shirt, tickling the sensitive area of your stomach. You shouted his name, wiggling in his arms. His laugh was addictive, loud and joyful.

“Rafe! If you don’t stop I will-” You started to speak between laughs, but Rafe interrupted you. He spun you to face him pulling you in for passionate kiss. Butterflies flooded your stomach, worries of the morning flying away as you fell into Rafe. The look in his eyes when he pulled away made your knees weak. It was a look of pure adoration that terrified and excited you at the same time.

“I’ve never slept better,” He said, answering your earlier question. He let you go, helping you cut some strawberries for the breakfast. You two sat at the kitchen table, Rafe’s hand refusing to let go of yours as you ate.

“I have work until 6, but my family won’t be back till tomorrow morning, so you’re welcome to just hang out here,” You said. Rafe nodded, chewing his eggs thoughtfully.

“Topper and Kelce wanted to go golfing today, but I’ll be back before you get home,” he replied, shooting you a smile. You smiled back before returning to your breakfast. You reveled in the domesticity of this: eating breakfast, holding hands, planning out your day. But the mention of his friends shoved your previous worries back to the forefront of your mind. You finished up the rest of your food, moving to clean your plate as you spoke. “We should talk.”

The easygoing demeanor had disappeared from Rafe’s face, replaced by a worried brow and fidgeting hands.

“About us,” you continued, “about what we are and what we’re doing, because, to be perfectly honest, I can’t go back to how it was. Not after yesterday, I can’t go back to just being your fuck buddy or whatever. I like you, Rafe. But I’m also terrified that any possible relationship will completely fall apart.”

Rafe had made his way over to you as you spoke. Taking your hand in his, he brought it to his lips to leave comforting kisses on your knuckles.

“I like you too, Y/N. I want to be with you. You make me happier than I have ever been. But, you’re right, we need to discuss it.”

You smile up at him and peck his lips, stroking his jaw softly.

“We’ll take the day to think about it, okay. I have to go to work.”

You start to move away, only for Rafe to pull you against him for a slow and passionate kiss. Reluctantly, you both pulled away to rest your foreheads against each other.

“I’ll see you later,” He whispered.

He walked you to the door, giving you several more kisses before you finally made it out. You couldn’t hold back your smile as you made your way down the street.

You set the glass of lemonade down in front of Pope while Kie gave JJ his Dr. Pepper. You enjoyed your job at The Wreck. Kiara worked her magic on her dad to get all the same shifts as you, making it a million times better than any other job you had worked. Plus, the tips were as incredible as the food, and you got a free meal every shift. The rest of the Pogues typically dropped in when you and Kie were working. John B and Sarah were off doing who knows what (probably macking on each other), leaving JJ and Pope to keep you and your best friend company on the slow shift.

JJ nodded towards you, pointing at your neck. “Hell yeah, Y/N, nice to see you’re getting some.”

Your eyes widened, free hand slamming down on your neck where your collar had slipped down some. Kie and Pope joined in on the fun, poking at the hickey on your neck and asking if you had a fun night. You just shook your head, ignoring the burning in your cheeks.

“Y/N, you’ve had hickies all over you for the past month. You keep skipping out on hanging out with us, and when you do, you’re always sneaking off in the middle of the night You’re either getting incredibly lucky, or your seeing someone and not telling us,” Kie said, giving you a pointed look.

You sighed. You were in no way ready for this conversation, but your heart hurt having to lie to your best friends. Their advice was important to you, and you needed it now more than ever. As you observed their questioning faces, you realized there was no easy way out of this.

“Yes, there is someone,” You started. You’re friends all started to speak at once, but you were quick to interrupt them. “No, I’m not going to tell you who it is. Not yet anyway, not until I figure shit out. I’m not even sure what we are, because at first it was just a mostly physical thing, but yesterday he came to my house and it honestly might have been the best day of my life. It was amazing! But, if we do start dating or whatever, it has the potential to end badly, like really badly between us and between…other people that we know and I don’t know if I want to risk it.”

The quiet chatter of the Wreck grew ten times louder over the silence of your friends. They took a moment to absorb your speech, each Pogue trying to find a way to soothe their friends mind. Kie was the first to move, taking your hand in hers.

“If you really like him, Y/N, then you need to go for it. You never know what might happen.”

JJ and Pope nodded in agreement. Smiling, you nodded along.

“You’re right, I should just go for it.”

“Fuck yeah! You get that dick, girl!” JJ exclaimed, earning a slap on the arm and a look from Pope. Grinning, you shook your head at your friends as you moved to bring an order to one of your tables.

“Would you ever date a Pogue?” Rafe asked, leaning against the golf cart as Kelce took his turn at the tee.

“Depends, how hot is she?” Topper replied.

“I’m not talking about a hook up. Would you full-on date a Pogue, like take her on dates and shit, It doesn’t matter how hot she is.” Though she is very hot, Rafe thought to himself. Kelce joined the boys, motioning for Topper to take his turn.

“Is that who you ditched us for yesterday, a Pogue?” Kelce questioned.

The three boys were supposed to go golfing yesterday. Rafe had been to overwhelmed and enraptured by you that he hadn’t texted telling them he couldn’t make it. Kelce and Topper had been salty about it since he had met up with them that morning.

“You’re still not answering my question. Would you or would you not date a Pogue?”

Topper returned and Rafe moved to place his ball on the tee.

“Fuck no,” Topper said, “I don’t need to deal with that baggage.”

Thwack. Rafe watched his ball fly across the green, only half caring about where it handed. He leaned on his club, turning to face his friends.

“What baggage?”

“You know, the Pogue baggage. All the looks and the questions. Plus, you’d have to spend time on the Cut and probably with her Pogue friends, who wants to do that?”

It wasn’t what Rafe wanted to hear, but he new there was some merit behind the words. If he dated you, there would be looks. People would look at you the same way he looked at most Pogues. He knew from experience that those looks were never good. The thought of you having to deal with all the pretentious, Pogue hating Kooks he surrounded himself with was nauseating. He wouldn’t be able to control his tongue or fists for very long, and that would end up putting him in deep shit.

The thought of spending time on the Cut wasn’t as bad. He’d spent a whole day there yesterday, though that was mostly at your house. The only Pogue he really knew, other than you, was Barry, and he was far from friends with him. He tried to imagine himself sitting with you, holding you in his arms while you laughed at something one of your friends said. Your friends, the Pogues who probably hated him more than anyone else, plus his sister. Picturing himself actually having a pleasant time with any of them almost made him laugh out loud. He pictured him and JJ having a conversation that didn’t involve insults and flying hands and his mind went blank.

All his doubts and fears about a future with you piling up quickly, almost drowning him, until pulled him out with a few simple words.

“I would date a Pogue.” Rafe and Topper looked at their friend in shock. “I mean, if you like them and they like you and you’re happy, who cares what everyone else thinks. Fuck ‘em.”

Rafe wanted to hug him. It was like the clouds had parted and Kelce was the sun shining down on him. Rafe walked up to him, a wild grin on his face, and clapped Kelce on the shoulder.

“You’re right! Fuck ‘em!” Rafe threw his club on the cart and started jogging in the direction of the club.

“Where are you going? We have a game to finish!” Topper yelled

“I have some business to take care of!” Rafe shouted back.

He jogged the rest of the way to his bike, a plan formulating in his mind.

Your walk back home seemed faster than ever. The giddiness and nerves pounding through you clouded your mind, making you zone out for most of the walk. Nothing would be the same when you got home. Rafe’s bike was parked on the side of your house, heart beginning to pound at just the sight of it. Taking your time searching for your house key in your purse, you tried to calm your breath. Whatever happened behind this door, you needed to stay calm. You wouldn’t let your heart be broken by Rafe Cameron, and your refused to break his. With a deep breath, you turned the key and pushed open the door to your future.

The twinkling lights were a wondrous sight. They laid on the floor in front of entrance, creating a short path to the kitchen. Rafe stood by the table, dressed in an outfit of this that looked familiar and comforting, but your couldn’t put your finger on why. His normally slick hair fell softly into his face, a style you preferred much more than his usual look. On the table stood a lit candle and a small bouquet of flowers. Two empty plates sat across from each other, so sparkling clean that you were positive they had not been in this home this morning.

Your once pounding heart had quite nearly stopped at the sight before you. Rafe met you half way, hands instantly falling on your hips to pull you closer. Despite his closeness, you were too distracted by everything to look at him. The once cluttered living room, which seemed more like a used toy store than a room, had been completely cleaned. The dishes in the sink were gone, and you could see the clean light blinking on the side.

“What is all this?” You wondered, finally meeting his eyes. His gaze nearly melted you with it’s warmth.

“It’s for you. I’ve never really had a first date before, wanted it to be special,” He answered. The word date made your heart skip. No words fell from your mouth as it dropped opened, lost in the shock of it all.

“Is it too much?” Rafe asked, suddenly nervous. You shook your head.

“I mean, it’s a lot, but it’s…it’s…incredible. I think this is the most beautiful thing anyone has done for me.”

The confidence flooded back into Rafe, who leaned down give you a quick, passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. The feeling of his soft hair between your fingers drove you wild.

Rafe broke the kiss quickly, giving you one last peck before pulling away.

“I left something for you on your bed. Go get changed, take a shower if you want. The food will be here soon.”

“Are you telling me I smell?” You joked with a smirk.

He simply shook his head, turning you and pushing you in the direction of your bedroom.

Moving toward the door, you sneaked a look back at Rafe, who winked at you. Entering the room, you notice your own clothes laid out on the bed. A pair of shorts, a flannel, and a crop top you hadn’t worn since…

Your mind flashes back to Rafe’s outfit and your suddenly transported to a moment on the beach over a month ago. The breeze in his hair, the light of the moon reflecting off the ocean and casting a dim glow across the pair of you. You feel close to crying as you realize what he did.

You grab the clothes and hurry across to the bathroom. After brushing your teeth, you strip and hop into the shower. In record time, your hair is washed, body scrubbed, and legs shaved.You dry your hair quickly, trying you remember how you styled it that night. Completely dressed with light make up, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Taking  deep breath, you step out of the bedroom and are greeted by a delicious aroma wafting through the house. You catch Rafe making some finishing touches at the table. You lean against the counter, watching him fret over the arrangement of the flowers.

“I think I fell into the water that night, because this is some alternate universe where Rafe Cameron is in my kitchen, messing with flowers.”

Rafe turns, surprise fading into a light blush at your comment. He reaches his hand towards you and you take it, allowing him to lead you to your seat. The plates were now filled with food, and you quickly noticed that it was your favorite meal from your favorite restaurant.

“How’d you know this was my favorite?” You asked as you took your seat. Rafe sat across from your and smiled.

“You threatened me with castration one night if I didn’t take you to pick it up.”

You giggled at the memory.

Digging in to your food, silence fell over the table. Both of you knew what needed to happen now, but neither of you wanted to be the first to speak. He instead asked you about your day, and you his. Sweet small talk filled the air as you finished up. When Rafe moved to take both your plates to the sink, you spoke.

“Rafe, this is really wonderful. The clothes and the food and the lights and the flowers, it’s all so sweet. But..”

“I want to be with you,” Rafe interrupted, causing your jaw to snap closed. “I know it’ll be hard and people will talk, but fuck ‘em! It’s all worth it if I get to call you my girlfriend. Even if it ends horribly, I want to try.”

You smiled softly, standing and moving to be in front of him. Taking his hand in yours, you placed a sweet kiss on the back of his hand.

“I want to be with you too. But I have some conditions.”

Rafe nodded, encouraging you to continue.

“First, we don’t tell anyone, for now. I think we should give it a couple weeks at least to make sure that this is good and real. Second, you need to be nice to my friends. No more fights with JJ or shit talking the Pogues. If you can’t be nice, at least be civil, because they are my family. I will also do the same with Topper and Kelce. And that’s it. Those are my conditions.”

“Well,” Rafe chuckled, “I agree to your conditions. I’ll be nice to the Pogues, but I’m not gonna force you to be nice to Topper, he’s an asshole. I do have my own conditions.”

“Shoot.”

“Come to Midsummers with me.”

You froze, hand releasing his and falling limply at your side. You couldn’t help but exclaim, “Midsummers!?”

“It’s still a month away, so that gives up plenty of time to figure this out. Not that we have anything to worry about, we’re fucking perfect for each other. I want you to be my date to Midsummers. I want to spend an unbelievable amount of money buying you the perfect dress. I want to get drunk on champagne and dance with you and make sure everyone knows that Rafe Cameron is dating the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world. Then we sneak off early, get a little high, and I fuck you until the sun comes up.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at the thought.

“How could I say no to that?”

“So?”

“So…we’re doing this.”

Rafe’s grin grew so wide his cheeks felt like they were on fire. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed his girlfriend with a fire that burned brighter than the sun. You returned with equal energy, feeling his smile against your lips. His hand wandered your body, soft touches transitioning to hard grips and back again. Making his way to your ass, he pulled away to smirk down at you.

“Ready for dessert?”

“Shut up and take your clothes off.”

A trail of clothes followed you to the bedroom as you ran. After each piece of clothing fell to the floor, Rafe would grab you again, pushing you against the wall for a rough kiss before moving away to remove another item of clothing.

The smiles never fell from your faces as Rafe pulled you into your bedroom, making you giggle as he spun you in his arms to hold you against his chest, back facing him. You were both completely naked at this point and your mind was focused on every place where Rafe’s skin met yours. As Rafe’s fingers dance up your sides and stomach before roughly gripping a breast in each hand, future possibilities were left where they belong, in the future. Here and now with Rafe pressed against your back, nipping at sucking at your neck and massaging your breast, this is where you wanted to be.

One of his hands moved up to grip your hair, forcing you to give him better access to your neck. You moaned as he lightly bit at your sensitive spot, soothing it with his tongue. His other hand slid down to ghost across your already dripping cunt. Feeling his fingers begin to rub slowly at your clit, you let out a low moan.

“So fucking beautiful,” Rafe growled in your ear, “and you’re all mine.”

His fingers moved down farther, playing with your entrance.

“Fuck, Rafe, please, make me yours. Fill me up and make me scream your name.” Rafe groaned, turning you around and backing you up until you fell onto the bed. Hovering over you, his fingers tapped on your bottom lip.

“Suck.” He demanded. You took his fingers in your mouth and did as you were told, wrapping your tongue around them and sucking hard. They came out of you with a pop and Rafe didn’t waste anytime plunging them into you. You yelled out at being filled so suddenly, the pleasure flooding you all at once. He set a rough pace, the sound of your wet pussy and your lewd moans filling the room.

You quickly grew impatient, wanting to feel all of Rafe. You pulled his hand away, returning his fingers to your mouth and licking them clean.

“Just fuck me already, Rafe.”

He moaned pulling you in for a kiss that was all teeth and tongue.

“Whatever you say, angel.”

He plunged into you, filling you up completely and leaving you no time to adjust as he pulled out completely and thrusted into you again. Over and over he pounded into you, fucking you into the mattress. His hand wrapped around your throat, only slightly surprising the sinful noises leaving your lips.

“So fucking wet, angel. Is this all for me?”

You barely nodded, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through you. His grip tightened for a moment.

“Words, angel.”

“Yes, Rafe, just for you. This pussy is all yours. All yours, Rafe.”

“Yeah it fucking is.”

The speed of his thrusts increased, helping him plunge deeper into you. You were a moaning mess beneath him, yelling out every time his tip hit your g-spot. Your name fell from his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he mercilessly pounded into you. One hand moved down to your clit, pressing hard against it before rubbing figure eights into the sensitive bundle. You screamed out, gripping onto Rafe’s forearm to anchor yourself in reality.

“Scream my name when you cum one my cock, angel. Tell me who makes you feel this good.”

“Rafe…” You moaned. His fingers increased their pressure on your clit.

“Rafe!” You mewled as he took one nipples in his mouth, tugging on it with his teeth.

“Rafe!” You yelled as he made you see stars, your juices covering his cock as you found your release. He pulled out of you and you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. It didn’t last long, though, as he flipped you on to your stomach and started pounding into you again. A scream released from your throat as he slapped your ass, once, twice, three times.

“Please, Rafe! Cum in me! I’m all yours Rafe, make me yours!”

He leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back as he fucked you. The new angle, accompanied by the bites and kisses he placed across your shoulders, made your eyes roll back in your head. His hand moved under you to work your clit again.

“I want you to cum with me, angel. Cum with me.”

As his thrusts became sloppier, the movements against your clit grew more rapid. It didn’t take long for you to reach the edge again. Feeling Rafe twitch inside of you, you knew he was close too. Rafe let out an animalistic groan as he released into you, your pussy clenching around him, milking him as your orgasm overtook you. He rode out your orgasms, giving you a few more lazy thrusts before stilling inside you. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against him as he collapsed on his side onto the bed.

Rafe held his girlfriend close, savoring the warmth of her pussy around his dick, while she sighed at the feeling of his dick inside her, filling her up. The only sound in the room now was your heavy breathing. Neither of you could speak, but both your minds were running a mile a minute. Rafe pulled you, the woman he now got to call his, flush against him, peppering kisses across your cheek, neck, and shoulder.

A few minutes passed before either of you spoke. It was Rafe who broke the silence.

“Is this a dream?” He whispered to the air.

“No, baby,” You replied, “this is very real.”

He pressed a kiss to the place between your shoulder blades before resting his forehead against the back of your head.

“Then I hope I never fall asleep.”

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