#fugitive!rafe

[sematarygirls]

      FUGITIVE!RAFE x MOTELWORKER!READER

WARNINGS .ᐟ fem!reader, unprotected p in v, choking, exhibitionism if you squint, murder, reader hates the cops, fucking a wanted criminal on a desk pretty much, seedy motel, passing mention of prostitution, drugs, and other illegal activities

NOTES .ᐟ when you're in an idgaf war and your opponent is motelworker!reader... my girl has seen shit, okay.

Sweat glistened on your exposed skin, a fitted top and pair of shorts barely covering your figure as you sat in the front office of your dad's motel. The heat was unbearable, and the humidity practically suffocating, causing your hair to stick to your forehead and your clothes to uncomfortably cling to you.

Leaning back in the office chair with your bare feet propped up on the desk—a fresh layer of nail polish drying on your toes—and a magazine in your hands, you sighed loudly, flipping to the next page. A bored expression was seemingly permanently etched into your features, purely disinterested in anything. Someone could come in and rob you with a gun to your head, and you'd barely blink.

The small square television in the corner was playing some sitcom at a low volume, the sounds of a couple fucking in a room a few doors down drowning out whatever stupid, corny jokes were being told under an ear piercing laugh track

The little motel, named Paradise Inn like this was some sort of really bad porno, was out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. The nearest building was a gas station a mile or so up the road, and the sheriff's department which was about five miles in the opposite direction.

The secluded nature meant that you were always encountering the oddest people. You were sure half of them were serial killers and the other half prostitutes, if you had to guess, but you didn't actually care. Whatever the reason they came in to pay for a dirt cheap hotel room with no questions asked was their own business, and you genuinely couldn't care less.

The little bell above the door chimed, indicating that someone had entered, but you didn't even look up from your magazine, your eyes scanning some Hollywood drama about people you'd never even heard of. Footsteps thudded on the dirty linoleum floor, stopping right in front of you. When you still didn't look up, the man cleared his throat impatiently, clearly irritated and not in the mood for games.

"I'll be right with you," you hummed with disinterest, despite the fact that you were clearly not doing anything even remotely important. You just liked fucking with people, and you didn't like these kinds of people thinking they could walk over you, especially the occasional creepy old fucks that you encountered.

Rafe's jaw clenched at your blatant dismissal of him, the room falling silent—save for the TV and lewd acts echoing off the walls—for a moment as he fidgeted impatiently. "Customer service here is real nice," he said sarcastically, planting his palms on the desk and leaning forward.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, closing the magazine and tossing it onto the desk before settling back in the chair and looking him over. He was hotter than the usual patrons that frequented this establishment, his biceps glittering as the thin sheen of sweat on his skin caught the light.

"You want a room or not?" You asked, eyes boring into his sharp blue ones. He clearly thought his intimidating presence alone was enough to get you to bend to his every whim, but you'd dealt with guys like him, and worse, since you were like five years old. The whole macho routine was not new to you, and frankly, you were tired of it.

"Obviously," he said, his tone clipped with annoyance. "What the fuck else would I be here for? Your lovely personality?" His gaze raked over you, taking in the sight of your glistening skin, the thin fabric of your shirt that left little to the imagination—he was pretty sure you werent even wearing a bra underneath, and your bare legs on the desk, crossed at the ankle.

"How charming," you deadpanned, his attitude not phasing you in the slightest as you leaned back and retrieved a key dangling from one of the hooks behind you. "You paying by the hour or..." Your gaze flickered back to him, the question lingering in the air. He didn't look like the type that needed to pay for sex, but maybe his delightful personality drove most women away.

"By the night," he replied curtly, looking like he wanted to say something else but decided against it. He dug into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a wad of cash. He peeled off some bills and tossed them onto the desk haphazardly. "Keep the change."

"Whatever, dude," you shrugged, pulling your legs off the desk to sit up properly and grab his money. In the process, something on the TV caught your eye, a breaking news report about a cop killer that was spotted a few towns over.

Rafe followed your gaze, his jaw clenching as he saw his picture flashed onto the screen. His mind started to run through every possible option. He couldn't let you call the cops and report him, but did he really want another body under his belt.

"Huh," you said, your brows furrowing as you looked between him and the man in front of you. "That guy kinda looks like you," you hummed before shrugging, brushing it off without a care in the world. You didn't care whether he killed a cop or the president. As long as he ran off to his room and left you alone, you wouldn't have a problem. "Anyway, here's your key," you tossed it onto the desk, getting up to put the money in the safe.

His brows furrowed, expression guarded as he glared at your figure. Were you playing dumb until he left, so you could call the cops, or were you genuinely an idiot? He watched you bend down, his gaze immediately falling to the way your shorts pulled up and revealed the underside of your ass to him—a fact you were either unaware of or indifferent to.

You punched in the code and put the money inside before closing it. You were surprised, and a little annoyed, to see him still standing there when you stood back up and turned around. "Did you need something else?" You asked, your tone indicating that you were clearly uninterested in helping him with anything else he may need.

He hesitated, staring intently at you for a long pause, as if he was trying to read you. Ultimately, he decided you were more trouble than you were worth, so he just turned on his heels and walked away without giving you an answer.

"I hate this fucking job," you muttered under your breath, plopping back down in the office chair and grabbing your magazine while you attempted to get comfortable for another five long hours until your dad came back and took over.

It wasn't but an hour later that the bell above the door chimed again, making you audibly groan. Could you not have a moment of peace? You look up from your spot, rolling your eyes when the sheriff walked in with his hoity toity, high and mighty attitude.

"Sheriff," you greeted flatly, watching him approach the desk with his thumbs hooked in his belt. He looked like an idiot.

He said your name in a low drawl, the two of you having become quite familiar. It was quite often that you ran into the sheriff and his deputies, considering the kind of no questions asked establishment your father was running here. "You seen the news lately?"

"Does it look like I watch the news?" You asked, your gaze unwavering and your voice dripping with apathy. Obviously, you had seen the news, but you weren't about to give a cop what he wanted, especially not when that cop was Sheriff Swanson—the biggest pain in your ass since your father.

Sheriff Swanson's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching. He didn't like your attitude, he never had, but he knew better than to push his luck with you because you sat around all day, bored out of your mind. He knew you'd jump at the chance to pick a fight with anyone, especially him. Instead, he pulled out a photo from his pocket and slapped it down on the desk. "Recognize this guy?"

You hummed, glancing down at the photo briefly. It was the same guy from the news that was now residing in room 212. "Nah, never seen that man before in my life," you shrugged, completely disinterested. You weren't a snitch, and besides, your dad would have a conniption if he found out you went talking to the cops about one of the customers because it would 'ruin your reputation' as if the reputation of this place wasn't in the shitter already.

He searched your face, trying to detect any hint of a lie, but your expression was utterly blank, bored even. With a frustrated sigh, he snatched the photo back. "You sure about that? 'Cause I got a tip that he checked in not too long ago."

You laughed mockingly. "And you believe anything anyone here says? They'd frame their mamas for a packet of smokes and crumpled dollar bill," you scoffed, wondering who would have possibly called the cops. Half the people here were engaging in illegal activities, risking a police raid was a stupid fucking move.

"Well, if he does show up, you call me. Understand?" Sheriff Swanson ordered, stabbing a finger at you. He was clearly annoyed. Most of the people in this town bent to his will like he walked on water or something but not you or your dad. You two were considered outsiders because of your nonchalant attitude and seedy business dealings.

"Oh, so I'm doing your job for you now, Swanson?" You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "You want me to put on a little shiny gold star and citizen's arrest him?" That stupid fucking gold badge really pissed you off for some reason. What did he think this was? An old western film? It was time to retire the glorified cowboy hat and supervillain mustache. It wasn't cool ten years ago when he became sheriff, and it's not cool now.

"I'm not asking, I'm telling," he growled, his voice low and threatening. "This ain't no joke. That man's dangerous."

"Oh my gosh, a bad guy... whatever will I do?" You deadpanned, kicking your feet back up and grabbing your magazine, already bored with the conversation. You were hoping he would tire of your oh-so-witty and charming banter and just leave, so you could go back to dying of heat stroke and boredom without his grating voice in your ear.

"I swear to god, girl," he growled, slamming his hands down on the desk to scare you, but you didn't even flinch. You just turned the page of your magazine calmly. "You're as infuriating as your old man." He glared at you, clearly wanting to reach across the desk and throttle you.

"Unless you got a warrant, you can go," you said impassively, your eyes scanning the fashion page and debating whether you could pull that skirt off or not, clearly expecting the sheriff to see himself out.

Sheriff Swanson clenched his fists, glaring at you for a long moment. It infuriated him how dismissive you always were, but there was nothing he could do about it since freedom of speech meant you weren't technically breaking the law. "This ain't over," he spat before turning on his heel and stalking out, the bell chiming angrily as he shoved the door open.

"Uh huh," you hummed as he slammed the door behind him aggressively. "Men," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. You hoped that no one else would bother you, but you could only be so lucky. Unfortunately, you seemed to be very popular today, and the heat was making you bitchier than usual—not that you were that much less bitchy on a normal day.

Not fifteen minutes later, the man from the news walked back into the office, and you were sure that you were going to be on the news next if people didn't stop waltzing in here and demanding your attention. It wasn't like you were doing anything that particularly interested you. You just hated drama, and that was all the people of this town ever seemed to bring here.

"Whatever you want, I don't have it," you said the moment the door flung open. Your father told you to work the desk, so that's what you intended to do. Catering to the sleazy whims of all the customers that came in was not your job description.

"Why didn't you rat me out to the cops?" He asked, cutting right to this chase, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made you shift a little in your seat. He ignored your attitude, and seemingly, the remarks you made earlier, now just curious.

You shrugged nonchalantly, placing the magazine down for what seemed to be the millionth time in the span of an hour. "Because I couldn't care less about you or whatever you did."

"You should," he said menacingly, crossing his arms over his chest and stepping forward, clearly trying to scare you. Your eyes caught the movement of his biceps flexing before flicking back up to his face.

"Oh, please, spare me," you rolled your eyes, not the least bit intimidated by him.

"I killed someone," he tried to get you to see the gravity of the situation. He didn't like that you weren't afraid, that you didn't seem to care at all. "And you're sitting here acting like this is a fucking game?"

"I killed a man once," you said sincerely, watching his brows shoot up in surprise. "Nah, I'm just fucking with you," you snorted, cracking a smile for the first time since he'd met you, not that he'd known you all that long.

"Funny," he replied dryly, taking another step closer. His tall frame loomed over you, and you had to crane your neck to look up at him.

"Whatever," you breathed out, clearly finding yourself hilarious, even if he didn't. "Listen, I'm not gonna tell Sheriff Shithead or anyone else that you're here," you reassured him, still having hope that maybe he would fuck off and leave you alone. "Now, go find someone else to bother," you waved him off, standing from your seat and walking over to the vending machine in the corner.

You were unbelievably hot, the sweat coating your skin making you uncomfortable and sticky, which wasn't helping. You also couldn't deny that your temperature had gone up significantly when the man—whose name was Rafe, if you recalled correctly from the news report—walked in. Just because you didn't want anything to do with the trouble Rafe clearly left in his wake, didn't mean you were blind.

"You're not gonna ask why I killed her?" He asked curiously, following you over to the vending machine. If a murderer had shown up on his doorstep, he'd be a little more inclined to ask what happened. He watched you intently as you pressed the button for a cold soda, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. He had to admit, you were hot as hell, even if you were insufferably annoying.

"How many times do I have to say 'I don't care' before people really start to get the message?" You huffed, stepping back and waiting for the soda to fall, but it never did. "Goddamn machine," you cursed, balling your hand into a fist and hitting the front of the machine hard. Almost instantly, the clanging of aluminum on metal rung out. "Aha," you rejoiced triumphantly, bending down to grab the can from the tray.

He watched as you grabbed the soda, then watched as you brought it to your lips and tilted your head back. His eyes dropped to your exposed neck, admiring the long column of your throat as you swallowed. This whole murderer thing had really taken its toll, and he hadn't got any in what felt like weeks, which felt like an eternity for someone like Rafe who loved sex.

You pulled the can away, looking over at him with furrowed brows as your tongue darted out to lick your lips. "You're really just gonna loom over me like a fucking weirdo while I work?" You asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"I'd hardly call sitting around and reading magazines all day 'working'," he scoffed, crossing his arms again. It's like he wanted to draw attention to his biceps, and damn, it was working.

"Fine, you really gonna loom over me like a fucking weirdo while I don't work?" You corrected, mirroring his actions and crossing your arms, the can dangling from your fingertips as you shot him a look.

"I'm not looming," he said defensively, taking a step back as if to prove that he wasn't. "I'm just standing here, talking to you. Why, is it bothering you?" He smirked mischievously, enjoying the way you rolled your eyes. You seemed to do that a lot, ever exasperated by every word that left everyone else's mouths.

"Yes, actually, it is," you said flatly, sitting on the edge of the desk and setting the half-consumed soda beside you. You stared at him, your annoyance evident in your gaze as you once again, crossed your arms. If he was gonna taunt you with his biceps and smart ass comments, you were gonna taunt him with your tits. Two could definitely play it that game.

His eyes immediately dropped to your chest, his gaze lingering on the way your arms pressed your boobs together, accentuating them. Your lack of a bra definitely wasn't helping, your nipples straining against the thin fabric. Damn, he loved a good pair of tits, and even through your shirt, he could tell you definitely had some of the best he'd ever seen.

"My eyes are up here, Rafe," you snapped, drawing his attention back to your face. He was a bit taken aback by you saying his name, seeing as he hadn't provided it to you, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't sound fucking hot coming from those pretty lips of yours.

"I know where your eyes are," he smirked, not looking the least bit ashamed as his gaze slowly dragged back up to your face, pausing at your lips before meeting your eyes.

"Perving on the girl who can send you to a federal penitentiary with one phone call isn't a wise move," you tsked, planting your palms on the desk behind you and leaning back casually, eyeing him. You didn't mind his eyes on you. In fact, you kind of liked it, but you liked being a pain in the ass more.

"And what're you gonna do, hmm?" He asked, taking a step forward, closing the distance between the two of you. He could practically feel the heat radiating from your body as he loomed over you. "Turn me in?" He scoffed, his smirk never wavering.

"You seemed pretty worried about it earlier," you pointed out, tilting your head to look up at him with a confident grin. You had a no getting involved rule, but you were quite literally hot and bothered right now, so maybe you could make an exception just this once.

"Well, that was before you made it clear that you 'don't care' as you so enthusiastically put it" he said, his voice dropping to a lower octave as he reached out, his fingertips trailing along your collarbone. "You're not gonna tell on me, are you, sweetheart?" He asked mockingly, knowing full well that you wouldn't, especially not after what he was about to do to you.

"Maybe I will," you said lowly, looking up at him with a challenging glint in your eye. "What are you gonna do about it, huh?"

He leaned down, his breath ghosting over your lips as he spoke. "I'm gonna shut you up," he said, his hand reaching up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your eyes widen. You looked up at him, still no trace of fear in your eyes as your lips parted at the feeling.

He leaned in, his mouth crashing against yours in a rough, needy kiss, his hand tightening slightly around your throat. He kissed you like he was starving, like he'd been deprived of oxygen, and he needed you more than he needed his next breath.

His other hand gripped your thigh tightly, pulling you to the edge of the desk, so he could press himself against you. You moaned into the kiss, the feeling of his tongue in your mouth and him manhandling you enough to make your head spin.

He swallowed your moan, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of your mouth. The hand on your thigh slid upwards, his rough fingertips digging into your soft flesh. He was so hard it almost hurt, his cock straining against the denim as he ground against you.

"You should lock the door," you mumbled into his mouth, a little annoyed that his hair was buzzed, so you could run your fingers through it.

"Who cares?" He growled back, his teeth sinking into your neck as his hand slid up higher, brushing the hem of your little shorts. "You're letting a wanted fugitive fuck you. I'd be willing to bet you like the risk."

You let out a breathy moan, your head tilting to the side to allow him better access as your nails raked gently along his scalp. "Asshole," you muttered, not appreciating his rude, but accurate, assessment of you.

"Mhm," he hummed against your neck, his hand sliding higher to hook into the waistband of your shorts. "You like that, though, don't you?" You didn't reply, instead, shifting to help him slide off your shorts and underwear. You weren't really interested in small talk right now.

He groaned at your eagerness, his hand leaving you momentarily to quickly undo his belt and free himself from the confines of his jeans. If you didn't want to waste time with foreplay, he sure as hell wasn't going to fight you on that. After all, he was kind of on borrowed time. He didn't know how long it would be before the cops came back here looking for him.

He grabbed your thighs again, roughly spreading your legs apart and positioning himself between them. With one swift motion, he buried his hard length inside you, a loud groan escaping you as he felt your walls stretch to accommodate the intrusion. You let out a sound between a gasp and a moan, your hand gripping his big bicep for purchase as he thrust into you at a dizzying pace.

He set a brutal rhythm, pounding into you with no care for gentleness. He was too far gone, too desperate for the feeling of being inside you. His hand came up to wrap around your throat again, using it as leverage as he drove his hips forward, causing a needy whine to force it's way past your lips. The burn from him stretching your tight walls coupled with the pleasure of him fucking and choking you had you practically on cloud nine.

"Shit, look at you. This sweet little pussy was made for my dick," he groaned, seeing the look of pure ecstacy on your face as your walls seemed to pull him in with each thrust.

His own face was scrunched up in concentration, his jaw clenched as he fought to hold back. He wanted this to last. He wanted to brand himself into your memory so you'd think of him every time you sat in this office, every time you laid down to sleep, every time you touched yourself in the shower. He wanted you to remember how you let a murderer defile you.

You were a mess of moans and whines as his tip repeatedly hit your g-spot, knocking the breath from your lungs with each thrust. Sure, you'd been fucked before, but never like this, never with a guy that could probably put you in a headlock and choke you out—and you'd probably like it. He was good, and he knew it.

He smirked arrogantly, his hand around your throat tightening slightly. "I'm gonna fill this needy little pussy so full, gonna make you remember that you're a dirty fucking girl for letting me do this to you," he said lowly, his words holding a vaguely threatening edge, but you didn't care. They only served to turn you on more, pushing you closer to your peak as his thumb slid down to play with your sensitive clit.

He could tell you were close, your breath hitching every time he bottomed out inside of you. He groaned as his movements grew jerky, his own finish nearing. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel this greedy cunt squeeze my cock."

"Shit, Rafe," you moaned, your nails digging painfully into his bicep as your walls clamped down around him, your release washing over you. The feeling of your walls bearing down around him triggered his own orgasm, hitting him like a freight train. His vision practically blurred as he emptied himself deep inside of you, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He held you in place, his hand around your throat, as he rode out his climax, painting your insides with his cum.

"Fuck," you panted, your head tilting back and eyes fluttering closed as you caught your breath. Maybe this job had a certain... charm. Though, it was only just now occurring to you that you let this man cum inside you, and he didn't even know your name.

He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, his softening cock twitching with the aftershocks. Then, with a grunt, he pulled out and tucked himself away without another word, not that you expected much from a guy who was so eager to give you a quick fuck on a desk where anyone could have found you.

You hopped off the desk, retrieving your underwear and shorts to slip them back on, trying to ignore the feeling of his cum seeping out of you. You definitely needed a long shower and maybe a moment of silent reflection after what you just did.

He watched you dress with a critical eye, his gaze lingering on your body, as if committing it to memory. "Guess I should be going before the cops decide to come knocking again," he said casually, as if he hadn't just fucked you senseless.

"Guess so," you said, your seemingly apathetic attitude returning as you crossed your arms and regarded him with that same uninterested look that you'd given him when he first walked in here. You knew what you were getting into. You weren't an idiot. He was still on the run from the cops, and you were still just a motel worker in bumfuck nowhere.

He gave you a nod, his expression unreadable as he turned and strode to the door. He paused with his hand on the knob, glancing back at you over his shoulder. "You didn't tell me your name," he commented, his voice low. He wasn't sure why he cared. The chances of seeing you again were abysmal, but he was curious.

"No, I didn't," you said flatly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, threatening to betray your nonchalant demeanor.

He studied your face for a moment, trying to decide if he should press the issue or just leave. Something about you, about this moment felt... important. He couldn't quite place the odd but distinctive feeling, but still, he found himself saying, "Next time you see me, I expect you to tell me your name."

You raised an eyebrow at his presumptuous words. You hardly expected to see him again, given the whole fugitive thing, but you decided to humor him. "If I see you again, I will."

He nodded, seeming to accept your response, before turning and leaving without another word, the door shutting a little harsher than he intended behind him. As he walked to the car he'd stolen to keep the cops off his ass, he couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter, this girl, meant something more than just a quick fuck in the office of a seedy motel.

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[rafemotherfuckingcameron]

FUGITIVE

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing(s): Rafe x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Gun play, Injury, Cuddling, Kiss

Summary: Ward informs the authorities that Y/N is the one who shot the sheriff.

MASTERLIST

Tuesday 12:07 pm

**Attention all units, the fugitive has been spotted heading southbound towards the ferry. Any available units, please respond**

As I sprint through the tall grass, I sense my legs beginning to tremble from exhaustion. I spot the ferry in the distance and push myself to run even faster. Just as I'm on the verge of reaching it, I witness the ferry pulling away, and in that moment, it becomes clear—I am officially trapped on the island. My breath comes out in heavy gasps as I watch the ferry shrink into the horizon. 

Panic sets in, realising that my escape route has slipped away. The realisation dawns on me—I'm stranded, surrounded by the familiar landscape of the island. With every passing second, the weight of the situation becomes more apparent, and I'm left to contemplate my next move in this unexpected predicament. Suddenly hearing sirens and seeing flashing blue and red lights, the distant sounds draw closer, and a wave of apprehension washes over me. I realise that the authorities have caught up, and my chances of evading capture are rapidly diminishing. 

The once serene island now feels like a labyrinth closing in, amplifying the urgency of finding a hiding place or an alternate escape route. My thoughts run wild, “How did I get here?” I ask myself, a few tears spilling from my eyes.

Yesterday

Entering the back door of the Cameron Estate, I out pull out my phone and send a text to Sarah, inquiring about her whereabouts. However, there's no immediate response.

Deciding to find her myself, I make my way through the maze-like corridors. The house seems almost empty, with only distant sounds echoing through the hallways. Eventually, I reach Sarah's room and gently knock on the door. "Sarah? It's me. Are you in there?" I call out, hoping for a response. I walk back downstairs ready to leave when I hear people talking in the living room. I quietly walk forward, trying to hear them talk, I recognise Wards voice. 

My heart starts to race as I eavesdrop on the intense conversation unfolding in the living room. The revelation of a potentially serious situation involving Ward and a lawyer raises my concern. I discreetly inch closer to the source of the conversation, careful not to make any noise.

The lawyer's response echoes in the room, emphasising the severity of the situation. 

"Ward, it's not as easy as just waving your hand over it. This is murder, you get that right. I'm doing my best to not have you arrested for this," he asserts, making it clear that the matter at hand is grave.

Ward's frustration becomes evident as he raises his voice, "I'm paying 2 million to make this go away, why is it taking so long?" He angrily throws papers off the table, revealing his impatience and perhaps a lack of understanding of the gravity of the situation.

The lawyer, undeterred, warns Ward about the consequences. "Your my lawyer; I expect you to do something soon, or I'll have to take care of you like I did the sheriff," Ward threatens, revealing a darker side to his character and actions.

Panic sets in as you realise that my attempt to discreetly eavesdrop has been foiled by a notification. The sudden turn of events escalates when Ward, reacting swiftly, grabs my wrist and pulls me into the room. The tension in the room is palpable, especially with a gun now in play.

Ward, seemingly caught in a difficult situation, points the gun at my head. The lawyer protests, "Ward, don't do this!" The man appears to have a different plan, whispering something into Ward's ear.

Ward seems to consider the suggestion and, after a moment, holds his head and pulls me forward against him. He places the gun in my hand and then takes it back letting go, instructing me to leave. The situation is bewildering, and it's unclear what the man whispered to Ward or what their motivations might be.

Breathing heavily, I run to a safe distance from the Cameron Estate and quickly retrieve my phone. As the cool night air chills my skin, I dial Sarah's number, desperation evident in my voice as I leave a voicemail.

"Sarah, please pick up. It's urgent, and I really need to talk to you. Please call me back as soon as you get this."

Tuesday 9:00am

The night passes with uneasy quietness, my mind racing at the though of seeing Ward again. I turn on the Tv to watch Netflix when a breaking news story catches my eye. 

“One of our most beloved Sheriff’s has been shot and left for dead on the side of the road. Authorities are looking for Y/N Y/L/N who we believe ended the life of Sheriff Peterkin. We had a witness come forward this morning saying the saw her running late last night, where she was found dead. An offical manhunt is underway and we are bringing in the FBI for the investigation.”

The world around me seems to crumble, and I’m left grappling with the enormity of the accusations. The mention of an official manhunt and the involvement of the FBI add a layer of urgency and severity to the situation.

I grab a bag, throwing some clothes and water in, fuelled by a mix of fear, desperation, and the need to evade the mounting accusations, I make the gut-wrenching decision to flee as a fugitive. With the bag slung over my shoulder, I slip out of my home, leaving behind the life I once knew.

Tuesday 12:30 pm

Heart pounding, I make a split-second decision to run back through the bush. The adrenaline fuels my legs as I sprint, weaving through the trees desperately trying to put as much distance between myself and the approaching sirens. The crunch of leaves beneath my hurried footsteps echoes in my ears.

With every stride, I can sense the pursuit closing in. I risk a glance behind and catch glimpses of flashing lights through the trees. Panic intensifies, urging me to push my limits. As I navigate the uneven terrain, branches claw at me, and thorns snag my clothes, but the urgency to escape propels me forward. 

I reach the road and quickly scan the parked cars for a potential means of escape. Spotting a rock nearby, I grab it with a determined grip. With a surge of adrenaline, I make a swift move toward a car, my breath hitching as I swing the rock into a side window. The shattering glass reverberates through the quiet surroundings, and my heart races with the audacity of my actions.

As I settle into the stolen car, the realiSation hits that my desperate escape requires more than just smashing a window. Glancing around the driver's seat, I spot the exposed wires beneath the steering column. Drawing on every bit of knowledge I've gathered from movies and the unpredictability of the moment, I hesitantly reach for the wires.

Heart pounding, I strip the ends and connect them, praying that the makeshift hot-wiring will breathe life into the stolen vehicle. The distant wail of sirens intensifies, urging me to work faster. The engine responds with a hesitant sputter, then roars to life, a symphony of rebellion against the encroaching authorities.

Adrenaline courses through my veins as I race through the streets, the sound of sirens blaring behind me. With the cops hot on my tail, every second counts. Frustration builds as I try to reach Sarah for help, but once again, there's no response.

I make a split-second to try contacting Rafe, hoping he might have some insight into Sarah's whereabouts. “Hey Siri, call Rafe on speaker,” with the phone now on speaker, I could hear Rafe's voice crackle through the line.

"What's up, Y/n, long time no see," Rafe greets you, his voice tinged with surprise at my sudden call.

"Rafe, have you seen Sarah? I really need to talk to her," I shout urgently into the phone, I voice strained with worry.

There's a moment of silence on the other end, broken only by the sound of the rushing wind and the distant wail of sirens. I hold my breath, hoping for a response.

Then, finally, Rafe's voice comes through, filled with concern. "I haven't seen her recently. Y/n, Is everything okay? What's going on?"

I quickly fill Rafe in on the events that have unfolded and the accusations against me. As I speak, I look into the rearview mirror, and in my moment of distraction, I fail to notice the vehicle abruptly slowing down in front of me.

I crash up the back of the car in front, the windshield smashing into pieces. The airbags deployed hitting me straight in the face. Trying to get out of the car my leg comes into to contact with a piece of hot metal and burns my calf. Pain shoots through my body, causing me to cry out in pain. 

"Y/n! Are you okay? What happened?” Rafe's voice echoes in your ears, filled with urgency and worry. With the pain coursing through my leg, I struggle to respond. Summoning all my strength, I manage to speak a response, “No, I’m not, I need to go. I’ll….I’ll call you back” I say ending the call. Staggering away from the car wreck, I hide behind a fence with overgrown bushes hanging down, just covering me from the cops only a few feet away. 

“Spread out, she can’t be far” I heard one of the cops say. More police arrive to start a search, the only option I had was to run to that alley I see about 500 metres away. I begin to crawl through the long grass, staying low enough to not be seen. The burn on my leg stings as I drag it along the dry grass. 

“Freeze, don’t move!” The cop says, pointing the gun at me, I muster up the last of my energy, lifting my body and running for the alleyway. Just as I reach the buildings, my worst nightmare unfolds before my eyes. The alley is a dead end with no escape route in sight. Panic courses through me as I realise that I've been cornered, trapped like a cornered animal with nowhere left to run.

Tuesday 4:27pm

As the officers draw closer, their authoritative commands ringing in my ears, I reluctantly raise my hands in a gesture of surrender. My heart sinks as I watch their determined advance, their expressions betraying little emotion beyond their duty to enforce the law.

Just as the officers prepare to take me into custody, the sudden cacophony of screeching tires and a roaring engine pierces the tense atmosphere. My eyes widen in astonishment as a white BMW hurtles down the street, barreling towards me at breakneck speed. The car screeches to a sudden halt, and my attention snaps to the passenger door as it swings open. “Y/n, get in!” 

Without hesitation, I seize the opportunity, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I sprint towards the car. I slide into the passenger seat, the door slamming shut behind me as the engine roars back to life.

As I glance over at the driver, a flood of relief washes over me when I see Rafe behind the wheel. With the flick of his wrist we puts the car into gear and hits the gas pedal, I grip onto the door handle tightly as we lurch into motion. 

"Thank you Rafe," I say, my voice filled with gratitude as I turn to him, "I don't know what would’ve happened if you didn’t show up." Rafe offers me a reassuring smile, his eyes look at me and then back at the road. "I'm sorry this has happened to you, Y/n," Rafe's voice cuts through the tension, filled with genuine remorse. "When you called me, I was at home, and when I heard you say Ward was framing you for murder, I confronted him. He admitted it, but he threatened to implicate me as an accessory to murder if I got involved."

“So what are you doing here than?” I questioned. "I couldn't just stand by and let you face this alone," Rafe responds, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.

"You're not just a friend, Y/n. I love you and...........and I wouldn’t want anything to bad to happen to you.” There's a quiet resolve in his words, a testament to the depth of our bond and the lengths he's willing to go to ensure my safety. As I meet his gaze, I grasp Rafe’s hand and lace my fingers between his.

A smirk tugs at the corners of Rafe's lips as he continues, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction. "Plus, I got his confession on my phone."

“What? How?” I asked manoeuvring my body to face him. Rafe's smirk widens at my incredulous reaction. "Let's just say I've learned a thing or two from you about being one step ahead," he replies cryptically, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I lean in closer, my curiosity piqued. "Seriously, how did you manage to get his confession?" Rafe's expression shifts, his smirk softening into a knowing grin. "Let's just say I have my ways," he replies, his tone teasing yet reassuring. "But trust me, Y/n, we've got everything we need to take him down."

The sound of sirens blares in the distance, growing louder with each passing moment as the police close in on our location. Rafe grits his teeth in determination, his hands steady on the wheel as he navigates tight corners and narrow alleys with expert precision. With the police closing in from all sides, Rafe's knuckles whiten as he grips the steering wheel, his eyes scanning the road ahead for any possible escape route.

Y/n, put your seatbelt on," he instructs, his gaze unwavering as he watches me comply. I nod in acknowledgment, grateful for his concern amidst the chaos, with a quick click I fasten my seat belt.

In a split-second decision born of desperation and quick thinking, Rafe spots an opportunity—a narrow alleyway to the right, barely wide enough for the car to squeeze through. With unwavering resolve, he wrenches the wheel sharply, sending the car careening into the alley with breathtaking speed.

The sudden manoeuvre takes my breath away as the car lurches to the side, narrowly avoiding collision with the surrounding buildings. The police cars, caught off guard by the audacious move, screech to a halt, their pursuit momentarily stalled as they struggle to navigate the tight streets.

Adrenaline courses through my veins as Rafe expertly navigates the twisting alleyway, the walls closing in on either side as if threatening to swallow you whole. The sound of scraping metal and the frantic shouts of the pursuing officers fill the air, As the alleyway opens up into a wider street, I steal a glance behind and see the police cars in disarray, their pursuit thwarted by Rafe's daring manoeuvre. With a sense of exhilaration and relief washing over me, I realise that for now, at least, we’ve managed to get away.

Rafe spots a small, overgrown patch of bushes at the edge of a nearby park. Without hesitation, he veers off the road and drives the car into the cover of the foliage, the branches scratching against the car's exterior as it comes to a halt. With the engine silenced and the car hidden from view, me and Rafe exchange a tense glance. Breathless and on edge, we listen intently for any sign of the police cars, my heart pounding in my chest.

Tuesday 6:15pm

Eventually the sirens started to fade into the night I finally allow myself a moment to catch my breath. With trembling hands, I reach down to unlace my shoes, but as my fingers brush past the burn on my calf, a sharp jolt of pain shoots through my, causing me to inhale sharply.

Concern flickers across Rafe's face as he notices your distress. "Y/n, are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine worry. I force a weak smile, trying to downplay the pain coursing through me. "I'll be fine," I reassure him, though the strain in my voice betrays my words.

Without hesitation, he reaches into the backseat, rummaging through the contents until he retrieves a small first aid kit.

"Here, let's get that taken care of," Rafe says gently. I offer him a grateful nod, feeling a rush of relief at his calming presence. Rafe carefully cleans the burn, his touch gentle yet efficient as he tends to my injury. The sting of antiseptic is sharp, but it's a welcome sensation.

As Rafe wraps the bandage snugly around my calf, I feel a sense of comfort wash over me, knowing that I’m in good hands. Despite the pain and uncertainty of the night, there's a flicker of hope in your heart, buoyed by the unwavering support of my friend.

"Thank you, Rafe," you say softly, my voice filled with gratitude as I meet his gaze.

He offers me a warm smile in return, his eyes reflecting the depth of his concern. "Anytime, Y/n. We're in this together."

“We should stay here the night and then figure out what to do in the morning.” Rafe says packing up the first aid box. I nod in agreement with Rafe's suggestion, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in my bones. The events of the night have taken their toll, both physically and emotionally, and the prospect of a few hours of rest is a welcome one.

"Sounds like a plan," I reply, my voice heavy with fatigue. "I could definitely use some sleep."

“You can take the backseat, it’s comfier.” I offer Rafe a grateful smile, "Thanks, Rafe. I appreciate it." With a nod, I settle into the backseat, finding the cushions surprisingly plush beneath me.

As I settle into the backseat, I can't shake the chill that seems to seep into my bones, the night air creeping in through the cracks in the car's windows. Despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on my eyelids, the cold lingers, gnawing at my skin and leaving me shivering.

With a soft sigh, I glance over at Rafe, who's busy making himself comfortable in the front seat. A sudden impulse grips me, and I find myself reaching out to him, my voice small against the backdrop of the night.

"Rafe," I call softly, my breath misting in the chilly air. "It's so cold back here. Do you think... maybe you could come back and... keep me warm?"

There's a moment of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty in Rafe's eyes, before he nods, understanding dawning on his features. Without a word, he unbuckles his seatbelt and slips into the backseat beside me, his warmth a welcome contrast to the icy air.

As he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close against his chest, I feel a rush of comfort wash over me. The cold seems to melt away in the embrace of his arms, replaced by a sense of safety and security that's all too rare in these uncertain times.

“Rafe?” as I whisper his name, his gaze meets mine with a tender intensity, his eyes reflecting the depth of emotion that mirrors my own “Yeah?” With a steady breath, I voice the words that have been lingering in my heart, knowing that in this moment, amidst the turmoil, there's no room for doubt.

“I love you too!”

With a gentle touch, Rafe tilts my chin upward, closing the distance between us until our lips meet in a tender kiss. Time seems to stand still as we melt into each-other, the world fading away until there's only the warmth of his lips against mine, the rhythm of our breaths intertwining in a silent symphony of love.

In that fleeting moment, every worry, every fear is forgotten, replaced by the overwhelming certainty that in each other's arms, we've found our sanctuary.

As we pull away, breathless and hearts racing, the echo of our kiss lingers in the air, a promise of the love that binds us together, as we hold each other close, lost in the embrace of our love, I'm reminded that no matter what challenges lie ahead, as long as we face them together, we'll emerge stronger, united by the unshakeable power of our love.

🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️🚘🚔❤️‍🔥🏃‍♀️

[golbrockstar]

Wow. Outer Banks season 4 sucks.

[greengoblinswifey]

𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

➳ Key: fluff=❤️, angst=💔, smut=💦, sexual themes=🍒

‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿

Rafe Cameron

My Winner 💔💦❤️

Consume Me ❤️💦

Show Me ❤️💦

Playboy Bunny 💦

Crawling Back to You 💔💦

Swim 💦

In His Arms 💔💦❤️

Symbol of Love ❤️

Trust 💦

Redemption 💦

Body Worship💦

Guilty Pleasure 💦

Infatuated 💔💦❤️

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Pope Heyward

Playboy Bunny 💦

Surf Off 💦

Fugitives 💦

‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿

JJ Maybank

Fugitives 💦

Dark Paradise 💔

Riding Your Bestfriend 💦

[sunrisesfromthewest]

First Encounter Part 7

Warnings/Brief Summary: Marcus doing the must 💯|Ex being mentioned |Kelly and Dorn scolding reader🫠| Rita speaking facts🎙️ | Mike being done with the BS🙄| Next chapter might be the last part😢

Author’s note🗣️: I made this part a little long since I been M.I.A, enjoy ;) 💕

Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6  

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After mourning your skittles that you didn’t even have a chance to enjoy, you return back outside with your now tolerable father to discuss the plan on saving Christine from McGrath. 

Reaching the group, you noticed Mike and Armando standing to the side having a private discussion, but the more you watch their interaction, the faster you realized that Mike was lowkey praising his son's actions, giving him pats on the shoulder with a proud smile. 

Sensing an extra pair of eyes on him Mike looks past Armando, to see you and Marcus, standing with the group, giving him a quizzical expression, as he ‘disciplines' Armando for his actions.

Switching his face from proud to annoyed, Mike smacks Armando’s arm, pointing at him, while saying, "But you bet not do that dumb shit ever again.” 

Watching as Mike approach the group, with a perplexed Armando trailing behind him, you shake your head, amused by how Mike tried to cover his ass. Knowing that if he didn’t your father would start up with his mess again, but not to anyone surprise, Marcus already picked up on the bullshit.  

“Over there praising that boy for his hereditary playboy moves, Imma whoop your ass after this rescue, Mike!" pausing he look at Armando with a devious smile," Oh and I can’t wait to get my hands on you!” 

Rita cuts in before they could start bickering more, "ENOUGH! We need to focus on taking down McGrath, and not your kids FUCKING EACHOTHER!” 

Stunned by how her bluntness, you watch as everyone stood still, either too scared to talk back or still in shock. 

“Uh yeah, I think it’s time to focus on the real issue here.” you said swallowing hard as everyone gaze turn to you. 

“Alright so we need to call back u-” Rita begins to say but is cut off by Mike, "No can do were still wanted fugitives and I know that McGrath wouldn’t like the extra reinforcement......this needs to be executed by us and us alone.” 

Nodding her head she looks at Mike questionably, "Well how are we going to get their discreetly.” 

“With him." he said pointing at Lockwood with a determined look. 

“Mike will it be smart to use him.... he was the one that got us involved in this mess." Marcus said unsure by his decision to use Lockwood, knowing that he could fuck up the mission. 

“He’s the reason this shit started, and he’s the only one that has direct contact to McGrath." Nodding his head in understanding Marcus says, “I know but I don’t trust him when it comes to communicating with McGrath.” 

“I can help with that...I can easily transform Mike voice into Lockwood's, McGrath wouldn’t even know the difference.” Dorn says with certainty.  

“Well let’s get to work, we already waisted enough time." Rita says giving her approval of the plan. 

As everyone begins to break apart to get the plan in motion, you feel someone tug on your arm. Looking up you see Kelly giving you a forced smile, while tugging you away from any nosey listeners.

Already knowing what it might be about you roll your eyes, "Girl please don’t go into no rant about my dumb decision.” 

Exhaling she shake her head sending you a pointed look,” Y/N I don’t even want to hear it, the fuck was you thinking.... sleeping with his fugitive ass.”

Rubbing at your face you say, "I know Kells...I messed up, but it’s been a stressful week working at the hospital and shit with everything going on...I needed that relief.” 

“If you needed relief, you could’ve just called Rafe." she said folding her arms. 

“Why the fuck you keep bringing him up, I don’t want nothing to do with his ass after what he did to me.” you said folding your arms with a rigid expression. 

Studying you with her pensive eyes, she releases a sigh, "Okay, my bad for bringing him up but.... I would rather you deal with him than Armando.”  

Blinking you stare at Kelly with a blank face, completely frozen. 

“Kelly...since we all under a lot of stress and pressure right now.... Imma act like I didn’t just hear you say that stupid shit.” you said with a clenched jaw. 

“Y/N don’t be like that; you know what I mean.... I just want you to start messing with people that can raise your standards.”  

Pursing your lips at her words you say "Kells if I wanted someone who could raise my standards, I would just date one of the doctors from the hospital and finally fulfill your little greys anatomy fantasy.” 

Grinning she says, "Please do because I’m ready for some real-life Meredith and Derek action." Scoffing you say, "Girl, bye why you choose the most problematic characters.... matter fact they all problematic so never mind!” 

Giving each other a look you burst out laughing at y’all antics, "Besides, I'm already surrounded by that daily at work, so no thank you.” 

Calming down she smirks, "Okay fine...but you acting just like them, sneaking away so you can get som-”cutting her off you give her annoyed look. Kelly raises her hands in defense,” Hey, I'm just saying you gave it up pretty quick, you made Rafe wait for months before you let him hit.” 

“Don’t even try it, that was different, we were in a relationship, this was just a quick fuck.” you say already getting annoyed again by the mention of your ex. 

“Y/N, you do realize that ever since you got involved with this mess, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, and the way he's been glancing at you, says otherwise." she said pointing behind you. 

Gazing over your shoulder you see, Armando watching the interaction between you two, locking eyes, you see him smirk and give you a wink. 

Shaking her head at the scene in front of her Kelly mumbles “quick fuck my ass.” Breaking the intense eye contact you turn back to her saying Huh, with a lost expression. 

“One look at him already has you acting dumb.... damn girl he must’ve put some work in," Kelly says running her eyes over your figure. Snapping out of your stupor, you smack your lips, "He....ain’t do all of that, I mean don’t get me wrong it was good ...AMAZING....girl I’m not finna even lie...he had me wobbling.” 

Covering her mouth Kelly dramatically wipes away a fake tear, "He done turn my best friend into a hoe." As your about to say something smart you hear a familiar voice cut in "She not wrong Y/N/N, and I was being serious when I said you're going to my therapist.” 

Rolling your eyes, you peer up to see Dorn approaching, with a smug look. 

“Not you too......and y’all gonna stop using that hoe word so freely." you said pointing at both of them with a semi-serious look.  

“Y/N you had sex with him knowing that he was a fugitive...knowing that he killed Captain Howard....Knowing that he was trying to kill us in the process....and girl you barely know him." Pausing to scan your figure he says, "And by the looks of it you definitely didn’t use protection....A.K. A definition of a hoe.” 

Placing your hand on your chest in shock you say, "You did not just read me!” 

“I did but only out of love, cuz you need a wakeup call!" he says looking at Kelly, who nods her head in agreement. 

“First of all, I don’t need no damn ‘wakeup’ call, when I was fully aware of what I was doing, and secondly why is everyone forgetting I’m a grown woman,I can fuck whoever I want!” you said nose flaring while glaring at Dorn and Kelly. 

“Y/N were not judging you we just want was best for you.......especially after what happened between you and Rafe.” Dorn says with concern, while staring at his friend. 

“I know it’s just tiring hearing everyone criticize my actions." Rubbing your face in frustration, you sigh look everywhere but at them. Walking up to you, Kelly pulls you in a tight hug, silently allowing her presence to comfort you. 

Hugging her back you look to see Dorn standing their hesitantly, sighing you wave him over with a small smile. Embracing the comfort of your friends you say, "I love you guys but I swear your worser than my parents." 

 Laughing Kelly pulls away shaking her head in disagreement,”Nah,Y/N your dad is definitely worser than us, he had me in a death grip earlier mumbling about how your gonna birth gangster babies!” 

“No, he didn’t!” you say glancing at Dorn for confirmation, not believing it, watching as he gives a firm nod of his head with a smile, had you rolling your eyes. 

“Y’all are going to be the death of me.”you said laughing while wiping at your eyes. 

 Shivering slightly from the light breeze you say, "We should make our way back to the other’s I know they’re wondering where we ran off to.” 

As y’all begin to make your way back towards the front of the lake house you start to hear yelling and scuffling. Looking at Kelly and Dorn they quickly make their way to the front immediately drawing their guns. Following behind them quick as well, you see them pause, confused and alarmed at the sight before them. 

Stepping out from behind them, your just about to ask why they stopped until your eyes landed on the scene in front of you. 

Marcus seemed to have caught Armando lacking because the sight in front of you doesn’t even seem real and to be completely honest you pinched yourself to double check. Somehow your dad had Armando in a headlock, while shouting some crazy shit at him, as Mike tried to pull him off his son. 

Watching as Armando runs in circles trying to pry your father off him without truly hurting him, made you spring into action. ”DAD..WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" you say trying to pull him off along with Mike. 

“YOU THINK YOU CAN SLEEP WITH MY BABY WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES! OH, HELL NAH!” Marcus say seemingly lost in his on frustration.  

Listening as Armando lets out a few grunts and cuss words in anger, as your father tighten his hold on him, almost made you laugh but the agitated look he sends you had you biting your lip instead. 

Moving in front of Armando you attempt to remove your father arms as you yelled, "HOW THE HELL, DID HE GET YOU! IN A HEADLOCK?!” 

“Mierda, no sé, estaba hablando con Mike y luego lo siguiente que sabes es que se está aferrando a mí como un puto gorila!(Shit, I don't know, I was talking to Mike and then the next thing you know, he's clinging to me like a fucking gorilla!)” he growls in spanish becoming agitated the longer Marcus hangs onto him. 

“BOY DID YOUR ASS JUST CALL ME A MONKE-” finally breaking his hold Armando fly's forward in your arms causing you both to fall, while your dad was being held back by Mike who was starting to struggle. Seeing this Dorn and Kelly runs over to help Mike restrain Marcus as he continues to thrash around crazily. 

Somehow during the fall Armando shifted your weight causing him to take most of the impact. Groaning you roll to the side, trying to catch your breath. Moving your head in his direction, you were met by his pained expression as his eyes scan over your face. 

“You're okay, Nena?” he says breathing hard to catch his breath, nodding your head, you grimace as you sit up, eyes quickly assessing him. 

“I should be asking you that." you said slightly winded from the fall but eyes remaining on him with concern. Sending you a small smile, he nods his head still trying to catch his breath. 

Looking at your father who has a satisfied grin on his face, made you rolled your eyes at his immature behavior. "I can’t believe he did that.... he’s literally the cause of his on stress.” you said still in disbelief by what just happened. 

Hearing slight movement, you look back to see Armando, sitting up looking more annoyed than in pain now. "I wanted to throw him off of me.... but I knew that would’ve caused more problems." he said sending you an unsure look as he waits for your response. 

“Yeah, that definitely would’ve made it worse but to be honest..I don’t think anyone would blame you." you said with a smile. 

“You guys alright!” Mike says as he makes his way over to you two. Nodding your head, you move to stand up, letting out a moan in the process. "Just a little sore but other than that nothing too serious.” 

Offering Armando your hand, you pull him up from the ground, with little effort. “I’m just surprise that he attacked me...I mean Y/N warned me but I didn’t think he was actually going to do something. "Armando says dusting himself off while gazing between you and Mike. 

Mike rolls his eyes at his reply, "Marcus little ass always trying to prove a point, he didn’t mean no harm by it, and thank you for not hurting him.... I know you could have.” 

“Yeah, thank you for that." you said giving his shoulder a light squeeze in appreciation. Gazing up at him with a smile you were met with a smirk, confused you tilt your head to the side silently questioning him. 

“I can think of a few ways you could.....really thank me.” he said pulling you into his side while giving your hip a light squeeze. 

“See that’s the reason we dealing with Marcus's bullshit right now." Mike says pulling you away from Armando with a disappointed look.  

” Keep your nasty ass hands to yourself, matter of fact until this mission is over with, y’all ass bet not be near each other...comprende!”he says glaring at you two but more at Armando. 

Shaking your head, in agreement you gaze over at Armando, who is squinting his eyes at Mike. Watching as they have a staring match, made you raise an eyebrow in amusement, giving Mike a fake smile Armando says sure. 

Exhaling nosily through his pursed lips, Mike just accepts that it was a lost cause, "I swear if y’all give Marcus another reason to flip the fuck out tonight, he ain’t gonna be the one you have to worry about.” 

And with that he walks away seemingly done with dealing with everyone’s problems. Sighing you move to leave as well but is stopped by Armando grabbing your hand, "You gonna let his little threat stop us from having some fun."  

Glancing up at him you see him peering at you with a coy smile, "No, but I think we done had enough fun tonight." you say slightly narrowing your eyes at him. Rolling his brown eyes, he pulls you in a small embrace, hands falling to your waist. 

“Okay fine...but I still think I deserve a reward for not acting on my impulses." he says looking down at you with want. 

Fluttering your eyelashes in fake contemplation, "I don’t know.... you did show restraint when it came to my dad.... but right now, you're struggling with staying away from me.” 

Eying the way you lightly run your hands against his arms, made him smirk, "Doesn't seem like I’m the only who’s struggling, querida.” 

Staring up at him with a teasing smile,” Oh I’m not struggling at all, in fact I’ve been wanting to jump on you, since we left the apartment," pausing you look away from him, gazing at the others, "but for their sake, I'll wait until we rescue Christine.” 

Grabbing your chin, Armando pulls your attention back to him, "Well I can wait as long as you want, the only thing I want from you right now is a kiss." he says tracing your bottom lip with his thumb.

"I think I can manage that." leaning forward you lick your lips in anticipation, "I mean after all I still need to reward you….right."

Keeping his intense gaze on your full lips,he hums in agreement.Deciding to tease him a little you lean up and give him a quick peck.

Shifting his low lidded brown eyes to yours,he reaches a hand down to pinch your ass hard,”Don’t be a fucking tease,Y/N.”

Jumping from the pinch you smack his chest playfully,”Okay,fine just wanted to see how eager you were.”

Pressing your full lips against his warm soft ones made you release a content sigh,as he pressed your body closer to his.

Shivering lightly from the way his tongue grazed yours,made you pull away from the kiss,”It might be smart to stop now before this get out of control.”you said taking in a breath while giving him a smile.

Staring down at you in thought, Armando smirks,”What…scared of giving them a show?”

Smacking your lips you pull away from his embrace,”No…I’m worried the longer I stay in your presence,the more I realize that I might actually have hoe tendencies.”

Face going blank he says,”What?”

Laughing at his expression you take his hand,pulling him with you as you walk towards the others.”Nothing just…never mind,I’ll explain it later.”

Armando trails behind you,still confused but choosing to disregard it as he keeps a sharp gaze on the way your hips sway.

“Y’all done being all lovey dovey.”Marcus say eyeing the way you keep a tight grip on Armando hand as you approach.Rolling your eyes at your dads comment you say,”Maybe…you done acting like a fool?”

Rolling his eyes as well,he cross his arms,while watching you two,”…..For the sake of my future grandchild,I am.”

You and Armando eyes immediately widen in shock,as y’all say,”What!!!”

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Authors Note🗣️:Marcus just don’t know when to quit ,and y’all starting to get on Mike nerves 😭😭😭.

⬇️That’s your ex Rafe(I wonder why he wasn’t in the new Bad Boys🤔)

[gh0stsp1d3r]

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-dad!rafe after being gone for days

- meeting the farmers daughter (smut)

-Helping cowboy rafe after a hard mission (smut).

-he keeps you away from everything illegal he does

-better on you (smut)

-What the hell are you wearing?

Cowboy JJ

-mood-board

- Farmers daughter

-You’re doing it!

- fugitives

- hide and seek (dad!jj)

-Don’t even

-The monsters gone, he’s on the run and your daddy’s here…

-attitude (dad!jj)

- jj and his horse (TikTok)

Cowboy John B

-mood-board

- Dead or alive (smut)

-Caught (sheriff!reader)

-ex!bf!cowboy jb (smut)

Cowboy!pope

-mood-board

-Headcanons

Cowboy Barry

-mood-board

[cameronspecial]

Pretty Girl

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Summary: Weddings and pregnancies are always the greatest combination.

A/N: This idea came to me thanks to this Instagram post.

Masterlist

Weddings are supposed to be an exciting and joyous event for friends and family members. However, when you are seven months pregnant, it is anything but. Her shoes, even when they are flats, are very uncomfortable and her hair is getting on her last nerves. On top of that, she is surrounded by beautiful people dressed to the nines, who don’t have swollen ankles or bags under their eyes that can’t be covered by makeup. The extra weight of her pregnant belly adds to her self-consciousness.

Rafe isn’t clueless about his wife’s fowl-mood as he watches her pout with a slice of cake in her hand. He thinks it is adorable, but he knows she would rip his head off for saying that. He offers his hand to dance in hopes that it will cheer her up. “The only way that I’m getting off this chair is if I’m getting more food or peeing,” she grumbles, shovelling more cake in her mouth. Icing escapes onto her nose and he struggles to hold in a laugh. He wipes the fugitive off, “Well, can I at least get you some more cake? Or how about that cheesecake that you were eyeing earlier?” She sets the empty plate on the table and places her hand on her stomach. “Can you see if the kitchen still has some of the mozzarella sticks, please? I saw it given for the kids’ appetizers,” she asks, thinking some more. “Actually, could you get me some cheesecake too?” He chuckles. Of course, she was eyeing what her little niece across the table from them was eating. 

He gets up from his seat giving her forehead and baby bump a kiss before getting her food. She watches everyone around her dance, wishing that her feet weren’t killing her so that she could be with them. She looks over to the bride, her cousin, and feels jealous of the attention on her. Y/N may get attention because of the pregnancy, but people are more focused on the baby, not her. It may be a little selfish, but her whole life is going to change when the baby comes and it would be nice to have some attention in the remaining months she has. 

He returns with the goods, observing the pout on her lips as she looks at her cousin. He doesn’t need her to tell him anything to know what is going through her mind. He looks at the bride and then back at his wife, repeating the action a few more times while she watches him. “You know you’re not supposed to be prettier than the bride. It’s kinda rude,” he smirks, settling in his chair and pulling hers closer to him with ease as if she isn’t brewing a baby in her stomach. She gives him a glare, “If I were prettier than the bride, more guys would be checking me out like when I used to go to clubs.” “Why would you want guys checking you out when you have all of my attention? I put a baby in you,” he grumbles with his frown. His head finds a place in the crook of her neck to give her kisses and she giggles. 

“You are so right. I mean if the hottest guy in the room thinks that I am the prettiest, then it must be the truth,” she plays along, feeling her mood start to lift. He nods at her statement, “I’m always right. Look how well my life turned out as proof. Married to the best damn wife in the world about to become the father to the cutest baby girl in the world. I’m winning.” She smiles at his words, knowing exactly what he is doing. “No, baby. I’m winning,” she whispers against his ear with her hand carding through his hair. 

[bandsofmarv]

I don’t know if you’ve done it yet but if you haven’t can you please make a part 2 of “claimed by the devil” rafe Cameron

Here we go :)

Claimed By The Devil

Rafe isn’t the type to let go. His obsession with you deepens and his desperation turns dangerous.

Part 1

Warnings - obsessive behaviour.

It had been a week since the party. A week since you’d walked away from Rafe. A week since you’d chosen JJ.

But Rafe hadn’t made it easy to move on.

The texts and calls started the night you left with JJ. At first, they were frantic and desperate. Apologies. Promises to change. Pledges of undying love. Then they turned darker. Accusations. Threats. Reminders that you couldn’t escape him.

JJ had convinced you to stay with him, his small apartment feeling like the only safe place in the Outer Banks. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Rafe was everywhere. His voice haunted your thoughts, his presence lingering in every shadow.

“You okay?” JJ asked, his voice pulling you out of your spiral.

You looked up from the couch where you sat, knees pulled to your chest. JJ stood in the kitchen, frying something that smelled vaguely like bacon. His concern was evident in the way he leaned on the counter, his blue eyes soft.

“Yeah,” you said, forcing a weak smile. “Just… thinking.”

He put the spatula down and walked over, sitting next to you. “About him?”

You nodded, your chest tightening. “It’s like he’s still here, even when he’s not.”

JJ’s jaw clenched, a flicker of anger flashing across his face. “He’s not here. He’s never getting near you again. I won’t let him.”

The warmth in JJ’s voice was a balm against the fear crawling up your spine, but even he couldn’t erase the memories of Rafe.

Later that night, while JJ slept beside you, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You froze, dread pooling in your stomach as the screen lit up with his name.

Rafe: Come outside.

Your heart skipped a beat. You stared at the message, your body frozen with fear. Then another text came through.

Rafe: I know you’re with him. Come out, or I’ll come in.

You sat up, your hands trembling as you turned to look at JJ. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Quietly, you slipped out of bed and made your way to the front door.

Rafe was waiting just outside, leaning against his car with a cigarette between his fingers. His eyes lit up the moment he saw you, and a twisted smile spread across his face.

“Finally,” he said, flicking the cigarette away. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.”

“What are you doing here, Rafe?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“What am I doing here?” he repeated, his tone mockingly sweet. “I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing, hiding out with him like some kind of fugitive?”

“I’m not hiding,” you said, your voice stronger now. “I’m done, Rafe. I told you that.”

He stepped closer, his smile fading. “You think it’s that easy? You think you can just walk away from me? You’re mine, Y/N. You’ve always been mine.”

“I’m not yours,” you said, backing up. “I’m not anyone’s.”

Rafe’s jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists. “He’s not better for you, you know,” he said, his voice dropping. “JJ doesn’t understand you. He doesn’t know what you need. He’ll never love you like I do.”

“Rafe—”

“No!” he shouted, cutting you off. His voice cracked, raw with emotion. “You don’t get to throw this away. You don’t get to throw us away.”

“There is no us anymore,” you said, tears stinging your eyes.

Rafe’s expression twisted into something you didn’t recognize—something darker. “If I can’t have you, no one can.”

The sound of the front door opening startled both of you. JJ stepped out onto the porch, his gaze immediately locking onto Rafe.

“What the hell are you doing here, Cameron?” JJ growled, his body tense as he stepped in front of you.

Rafe let out a cold laugh, shaking his head. “Of course. The knight in shining armor,” he sneered. “What are you gonna do, Maybank? You think you can protect her from me?”

“I don’t think,” JJ said, his voice steady. “I know.”

Rafe’s smile faded, and for a moment, the three of you stood frozen in the tense silence. Then, Rafe stepped forward, his gaze locked on you.

“This isn’t over,” he said, his voice low and full of promise. “You can try to run, but you’ll never get away from me. I’ll always find you.”

JJ took a step closer, his fists clenched. “You come near her again, and I swear, I’ll end you.”

Rafe smirked, his eyes flicking to you one last time before he turned and walked away.

As his car roared down the street, JJ pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with worry.

You nodded against his chest, but deep down, you knew Rafe wasn’t done. This was only the beginning of his storm, and you had no idea how to stop it.

[jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah]

The rain is beginning to pound against the SBI tent. Kiara, JJ, and Pope have been sat to wait for someone to interrogate them for aiding and abetting a fugitive. They have no idea what's going on, and are just praying that John B and Sarah were able to make it out.

Kiara's throat aches from the way Rafe tried to choke her while they were trying to get the Phantom for John B. She looks over at JJ and wonders if he's feeling it, too. Barry got him pretty good before Pope showed up to beat their assailants back with a crowbar.

Pope.

Oh God.

She feels Pope's hand slide into hers while they wait. It really should be the last thing on her mind right now, but she can't help but wonder why his touch isn't comforting. Why doesn't it assure her that everything is going to be okay? Why does it feel like nothing?

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Collab fic with @lis4ux

[rafesbabyg1rl]

Hey girl pls do me a favor and GIVE ME ALL THE SPOILERS. So weird but i refuse to watch past season 2 bc ik id get so obsessed w the obx universe so its not good but i need to know what happened w rafe n sofia and who and why jj died PLS I BEG

SPOILER ALERT!!!

OBX SEASON 4 (pt.1 &2)

First of all, thanks for being my first ask!!! You have no idea how greatly I appreciate the support and attention I've received within the past 24 hours! I wish you could've seen the smile on my face when I received this anon ask.

Babe, I wish I was as strong as you, I'd be SO much happier if I stopped watching at season 2. But I'm literally addicted and have to watch the new episodes the second they come out. Part 2 of season 4 was so chaotic and DEPRESSING!! Like I already know rewatching the show will NEVER be the same. I'm also curious how season 5 will go now that JJ is DEAD.

I'm not completely sure whether or not you wanted spoilers for the entirety of season 4, or just part 2. But, seeing as I already over-explain enough as it is, I'll just give you part two spoilers.

The following will contain outer bank spoilers for season 4 part one and two:

In episode 6, we learn more about JJ's past (his real parents). Basically, Chandler Groff (JJ's real father) gave JJ (real name Jackson) to Luke Maybank after or just before JJ's mother died. Because Luke worked for the Genrette's and was somewhat close to JJ's mother. Also, in this episode JJ only tells Kie about what happened because he doesn't want the others "even thinking he's a Genrette."

We get TWO Rafe scenes in this episode. AND LET ME JUST TELL YOU HOW SCRUMDIDILYUMPCIOUS HE LOOKS!!!!!!! He just looks so OLDDDD and so handsome, he's also giving majorrrrr dilf vibes and I'm so here for it.

In his first scene, he's meeting with Sarah. Since Kie tells Sarah that Rafe came by and offered to help (with what they though was the land situation) but, what he really wanted to talk about was money. Rafe wants to work with Sarah to get Wheezie back from Rose, since Rose wouldn't allow either of them to even SPEAK with their youngest sister. He proposes that after they get Wheezie back, they get their inheritance. After Ward "died" the first time, he left a quarter of his money to Rafe, and a quarter to Sarah. Neither of them had received their money since Rose clung onto it, keeping all the Merchant Gold money for herself. Rafe appears a bit distraught and emotional as he talks to his sister. Sarah of course gets emotional as well and leaves abruptly, only saying that she's sorry but she can't do this. I felt soooo bad for my baby after this, it was clear that he was trying to rebuild their family, but he was scared to truly show how much he cares, and Sarah crushed him within seconds.

The pogues have no other option now but to round up as many people from the cut to attend court with them and provide support as they try to keep poguelandia from being taken. When things don't go their way per usual, JJ flips out and starts a riot in the courthouse. All the pogues help him escape the cops. JJ starts absolutely destroying shit on figure 8. I think this is him clearly crashing out after finding out his piece of shit, abusive father isn't even his real father, and that his actual parents are a murderer and a dead lady. To help JJ, Pope punches a cop that's about to shoot JJ and gets arrested. Oh, and while at court, Luke made an appearance, something about him being the previous owner of the property and signing some paper that helped the kooks. Trading his signature for his freedom (since he's a literal fugitive and all).

Sofia has a small scene where she's at work but calls Hollis on the phone and demands to meet with her, feeling wrong about their arrangement.

The second scene with Rafe is when he goes and meets with Chandler Groff about the deal he made with Hollis in the last part. In this scene, he calls Sofia his girlfriend. Rafe mentions that his girlfriend thinks the deal is a big hoax and he contemplates canceling the wire money transfer. But he decided against it, agreeing to stay in the deal with Groff and Hollis. He tells Groff that if he screws him, he'll come after him. This was very season 3 of him. AND RAFE LOOKS SO OLD AND SCRUMDIDLYUMPTIOUS. HE GIVES OFF DILF VIBES SO STRONGLY IN THIS SCENE.

Episode 7 starts off with some more of JJ and Chandler Groff talking. JJ happens to go over to see Groff on Goat Island at the wrong time, and he ends up caught up in Groff's crap. Pope spends a night in jail, being released the next day with an ankle monitor and a trial date. Pope was told he must reside at home with his parents, and he's not allowed to see or talk to any of the pogues until after his trial. So pretty much in this episode all Cleo and Pope do is sneak around trying not to get caught talking to each other. And in this episode, Heyward introduces the idea that Pope must go into the military for a few months rather than go to jail.

The rest of the crew (Sarah, John B, and Kie) follow JJ's trail of destruction in order to try and find him. Meanwhile, Sarah splits off to take a PREGNANCY TEST. Of course it's positive, because the writers literally add every single fan theory they come across or something like that. Kie basically walks in on Sarah and sees the test, Kie has quite a few negative things to say. Sarah seems upset as she asks Kie if she has anything positive to say about the situation, in which Kie tells Sarah that she'll be an amazing mom and, John B loves her and will be an "all-right dad", the final thing Kie tells Sarah in this scene is that she has all of them to help. Sarah intends to tell John B, but the timing is horrible, so it stays between her and Kie for a bit.

Sofia finally meets with Hollis to discuss the agreement they had (Hollis getting Sofia to nudge Rafe towards making the deal on Goat Island). The scene is short and despite Hollis' reassurance that the deal is real, all this serves to do is make Sofia feel even worse about what she did.

JJ spends a lot of time with Groff in this episode, not by choice. And you can tell Groff is starting to tear down some of JJ's defensive walls. My thoughts are that since JJ had a shit father that gave him nothing but a shitty life, he's trying to take the recent news and make something good out of it, something real. And when confronted by JJ in the start of the episode, Groff declines being JJ's father only to admit that he is JJ's dad towards the middle of the episode. Groff only admits the truth so that JJ helps him because he can't get out of his bad situation he's involved in with the mercenaries without JJ's help. After both being kidnapped, Groff tries to frame JJ with the murder of one of the mercenaries instead of admitting to it himself. Luckily, they don't believe that it was JJ. This episode ends with Sarah, John B, and Kie using explosives and fire to help save JJ from Groff's problems.

NO RAFE IN THIS EPISODE!!!!

Episode 8 begins with the pogues--and Groff trying to figure out more about the map and the new treasure (The Blue Crown). Pope gets told he has to go off into the military a lot sooner than he expected...like, right now; which leads into the formation of Pope and Cleo's new club, the "No goodbyes club".

JJ and Groff go out on their own to obtain the 'lens' that will help translate the map from his mother's grave, spending some actual bonding time in the process. It's not as if JJ is purposely trying to get close with to/ bond with Groff, but it just sort of happens. I feel like Groff is doing it on purpose because he wants JJ's help so he can continue to play him. Meanwhile Sarah and John B run an 'errand' (go to the court house to i THINK get married officially after Sarah tells John B that she's pregnant. But, the courthouse is closed because of the damage JJ caused so they decide to try again another day. Kiara stays at poguelandia.

We get ONE TINYYY scene of Rafe in this episode. He's just in the sheriff's department yelling and demanding to talk to Shoupe. He explains how Groff and Hollis stole 400k from him, and Shoupe realizes the guy they've been looking for actually is Groff.

Groff makes JJ be the one to get the lens from his MOTHERS grave. I felt so bad because literally she wasn't even fully decomposed so the only memory JJ will have of his real mom is her rotting corpse. Groff tries to frame JJ again and he locks him in his mother's crypt. Groff goes back to poguelandia and steals the map from them, when Kiara catches onto him he pushes her and causes her to hit her head. When she's literally UNCONSIOUS he locks her body in the shop's cooler. Groff returns to JJ, letting him out of the crypt and acting all innocent and fatherly once again, as if he didn't just lock his son's girlfriend up in a freezer. They stop by Hollis Robinson's house, JJ stays in the car as Groff goes in to talk with Hollis. Hollis accuses Groff of lying and stealing 400k from Rafe, threating to turn him into Shoupe. Groff shoots her and leaves the body. He then takes JJ out on a boat, saying that he'll drop him off. Except of course he doesn't. Groff tries leaving the island with JJ, trying to convince him that they don't need his friends and that they should do this one alone. JJ wants to call his friends, but Groff "accidently" tosses his phone into the water.

The others find Kie and she tells him about Groff, they track the last place JJ's phone was before it lost connection. When JJ calls Groff out for his bullshit, Groff injures JJ and throws him into the ocean. JJ is left alone, only able to back float when the others find and rescue him.

In episode 9, Groff frames JJ for the murder of Hollis Robinson. When the cops find where the pogues have been hiding, they have no choice but to go on the run. They all agree that they have nothing to lose and decide to go to Morocco in search of the Blue Crown. While looking for a boat to steal that can get them to Morrocco, they're spotted by the cops and are forced to run yet again. We get a TINY scene with Rafe while he eavesdrops on the pogues and overhears them talking about needing to find a way to get down to Morocco. Pretty much you see him for 2 seconds and all he does is look good, since he doesn't even make a single sound in this scene.

The next scene of Rafe is with BARRY!!! I WAS PRAYING BARRY RETURNED FOR AT LEAST ONE SCENE THIS SEASON, I missed his fruity ass flirting with Rafe. (Literally this was the one GOOD thing to happen in part 2). But anyway Rafe asks Barry to trade boats, Barry's big ass tuna fishing boat that he apparently has now for Rafe's smaller, flashy, half a million-dollar boat. Barry doesn't want to at first but Rafe tells him that if he doesn't get his piece of shit boat back, he can keep Rafe's boat. And because Barry is like in love with Rafe, he agrees and they end the scene being all silly and flirty like always. Also, Idk if it's just me, but in this scene the way Rafe talks is so off. Why does he sound like that?? And part of it is clearly a voice over but why is he talking so weird? It's like the first scene of him in part 1 of season 4.

That scene jumps right into another scene of baeeeee. It goes from a Rafe and Barry scene straight into a Rafe and Sofia scene. I felt so spoiled lmao. Anyways, Rafe and Sofia are talking outside on a beach (I think it's the same spot he took her in s4 ep5 to talk). Rafe tells Sofia that Groff killed Hollis and took off with his money, he explains that he's gonna track Groff down and get his money back. He stays very vague about where he's going though. Rafe tells Sofia that he wants to tell her something before he leaves (I got all excited watching this thinking he's gonna say he loves her)...BUT THEN HE GOES AND GETS DOWN ONTO ONE FUCKING KNEE IN FRONTOF HER????????????? Rafe fucking Cameron PROPOSING? WHAT?? Sofia tries to say that she has something to tell him too (likely about the arrangement she had with Hollis) but Rafe interrupts her by pulling out a ring, "It was my mom's". ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING? Rafe tells Sofia he wants her to have the ring before he left so she knows that they're real. Sofia keeps trying to say that she did something bad, and that it's about Hollis, but Rafe tells her he doesn't care. Rafe admits that there's a lot she doesn't know about him that's far worse than anything she could've done. He says he doesn't care to know what she did and that he wants to be with her. Rafe very clearly is intentionally not saying the real words like husband/wife, married, etc. and I think that's very in character for him. He does say, "If you say "yes", there's no more scraping the barrel, old Pogue bullshit. Okay? I want you...I want you to quit your job, and I want you to...to move in with me. Okay?" And Sofia is crying because, real well and also the overwhelming guilt eating at her from the inside out for what she did to him. This is where RAFE SLIPS THE RING ON HER FINGER!!! Then he quickly gets onto his feet and pulls her up to him and they KISSSSSS for a good, hot second actually. When he pulls away he's all happy and giggly as he gives her keys to his house, putting them in her hands and then wrapping his hands over hers. "I'll be back in a few weeks, all right? Stay at my...stay at our place." OUR PLACE? THIS MAN PAUSED TO CORRECT HIMSELF AND SAY ITS THEIRRR PLACE? Then he literally puts his hand on her cheek and whispers, "All right?" as she sobs. She nods and he says "I love you". I REPEAT, RAFE CAMERON SAID I LOVE YOU TO HIS GIRL!!!!!!!!!!! Then they kiss two more times, he mumbles a 'bye' before walking off, only turning to look back for a second when Sofia says, "I love you too". HELLLOOOOOOO????????????????? Babes I was literally in SHOCK. After being deprived of Rafe for nearly two episodes and then getting a Rarry scene and THIS back-to-back?? Shit gave me whiplash fr.

Going back to the pogues, their stolen police boat deflates due to being shot and Shoupe catches up to them. They have no choice but to talk to him. Shoupe mentions the warrant he has for JJ's arrest for killing Hollis. Except this time Shoupe actually uses his brain and knows that JJ did not kill Hollis. He also speaks to Pope since Pope cut off his ankle monitor when he escaped from going off to the military. Shoupe says he has a good idea on what JJ did and didn't do, but he says he has a warrant for both Pope and JJ and need to take them in. This is when Rafe comes out of literal fucking nowhere and says he's just there to save everyone's asses. He tells Shoupe that Groff was scamming with Hollis the whole time and it was most likely Groff that killed her, not JJ. Rafe says Groff probably killed Genrette too and the body that they found (that Shoupe already realized was murdered by Groff). He says that Shoupe could bring in the pogues for some vandalism 'bullshit', or he can get the "big fish", as in Groff. Rafe explains to Shoupe that the pogues know where Groff is and that Rafe can get them there, but "they can't do shit if they're all locked up". Rafe explains to Shoupe that the smart thing for him to do is to let them go that he can solve the crime of the century and keep his job. Rafe throws in an 'added bonus', saying that when they get back and Shoupe's got Groff locked up, Rafe will tell him "what happened last summer on the runway", when Shoupe had found Rafe out on the tarmac. He says he'll tell Shoupe the real story of what happened, because he knows Shoupe wants to know. In which Shoupe replies, "You wanna know what I want to know? I wanna know about another little runway accident from a while back. How bout' that?" Eventually, Rafe convinces Shoupe to let them go and get Groff. Meanwhile all the pogues stand around in confusion at what the fuck is happening.

Rafe takes the pogues onto the boat he borrowed from Barry. But, the pogues say they don't trust him and they tie Rafe up and lock him up in his own ship. Rafe spends practically the entire trip to Morocco tied up and locked away, not getting to have much interaction with anyone. But, when a huge storm approaches, the ship starts to go down. The pogues almost forget about Rafe until they hear him banging on shit and yelling for help, the room he was in starting to fill with water. Pope and others immediately say not to let him out, but Kie being Kie, says "no, he's gonna drown, we have to." And she's the ONLY one that gets up and finds a knife to cut Rafe free.

JJ spends his time on the boat to Morocco in a spiral and constantly drinking, so he's not doing shit when all this goes down. On the boat, John B even tells JJ about Sarah being pregnant in hopes to cheer him up. At first JJ seemed happy but he suddenly and without warning switched back to being negative and says a bunch of crap like how John B won't be a good dad. During the storm John B drives the ship and for some reason Sarah goes to find him, and she gets hit with a wave, and taken into the water. JJ sees this and calls out for her, without thinking (when does JJ ever think) he jumps in after her. John B watches it all play out, watches as his PREGNANT wife AND best friend disappear into the raging ocean. Kiara finds John B and asks where Sarah is, in which John B responds by hugging Kie as she asks where JJ was as well. Rafe comes out and takes in the situation at hand, he shouts for his sister.

The next scene is of John B, Kiara, Pope, Cleo...and Rafe emerging out of the ocean. The crashed tuna boat visible behind them. HOLY FUCK WAS RAFE HOT AS FUCK GETTING OUTTA THAT WATER...THE WAY HE SPIT LIKE HELLO??? Spit in my mouth next please! Despite their efforts, nobody can find Sarah and JJ. The group of 5 well, group of 4 and Rafe (he's literally 4 feet away from everyone else at all times, like he just sits there in silence), wait around for what I believe is like a day before they finally spot JJ and Sarah.

And FINALLY episode 10 begins with all the pogues reconnecting and talking about random stuff while Rafe just like sits to the side.... JJ mentions, (I'm including this bc I feel like it's def foreshadowing) that a good name for a baby would be JJ, because it can go either way. And because only Kie, JJ, and John B know about Sarah, Pope is like "wait what baby?" And then John B and Sarah tell the group, Rafe just kinda looks at Sarah. I'm mad that he didn't say anything or talk to her about it because I KNOW this man is happy to be an uncle. I know he's happy for Sarah and I KNOW he wants to say something SO BAD.

The group make their journey through Morocco, only stopping when Sarah starts to feel unwell. They ralize she probably just needs to eat so everyone except for Rafe splits off and tries to steal food for her. But they get caught and chased, only getting Sarah a little food. After they just get moving again, the cops find them and try to arrest Rafe. When Rafe has to split up from the others, he figures something out, having to call Sofia to help him with something. The pogues and Rafe all get new clothes and try to blend in.

As Rafe is off on his own mission, he comes across Groff, saving him from being killed by others by taking him hostage himself. Groff tells Rafe about the treasure he's after and how much it costs, since Rafe is only worried about getting his money back after Groff screwed him over. Rafe tells Groff that because he screwed him, and then lost his money to the mercenaries, he is now gonna be Rafe's bitch. "And, if you're lucky, I'll give you a little taste on the back end, all right?" And Rafe gets all up close and quiet, "If I let you live." HE DOES THE SEXIEST LITTLE SMILE/SMIRK/GIGGLE HERE??? I love him. I wish he'd give me a little taste on the back end. Groff shows Rafe how to read the map with the lens, so he can get to the blue crown. As Rafe looks at the map, Groff yaps as usual, but when he mentions a 'girl', Rafe AIN'T FUCKING PLAYINGGG. "What girl?" He asked immediately. Groff told Rafe what Sofia did and this just sets Rafe off. He's not sure whether to believe Groff or not. Groff attacks Rafe with a knife, stabbing him in the hand, but Rafe easily gets ahead in the fight. Groff makes it too fucking easy when he stands right in front of a well, which Rafe of course pushes him into and then scream-laughs into. "Checkmate, bitch!" BELIEVE ME WHEN I TELL U HE LOOKED SEXY ASF HERE! Then Rafe like whines and groans in pain and I just literally wanna do anything and everything to make bae feel better. Rafe takes the map and the lens, putting it in his motorbike and wrapping his hand up, quickly driving off and leaving Groff behind.

Rafe calls Sofia and she answers all cute like, "hey babe, what's up?". While he's all pissed off and just says, "Is it true, what Groff just told me?" Sofia says nothing. "Is it?" He asks again, nodding when he still gets silence in response. "All right, pack your shit. Get out of my house. God, after everything I did for you? We're done. Done." and he hangs up. BRO I WAS SOBBING. He sounded and looked so hurt I felt so bad. Like UGHHH. But also like literally he said he didn't care to know when she tried to tell him. So like would he have ended things if she said it before he left? Or was it just like a heat of the moment thing? Especially because he didn't hear it from Sofia, and he had to find out from Groff of all people.

The pogues find Groff in the hole and of course he tries to manipulate JJ into throwing him a rope. JJ gets to make the decision on what to do with him, and he just tosses a big jug off water into the well and leaves. As they leave, Groff shouts "JJ! JJ get back here or I'll tear your throat out!" But they don't listen, why would they be scared of a man stuck way down deep at the bottom of a well? As Rafe tries to follow the map and find the crown, the mercenaries find him. They demand the map from him and he submits with his hands in the air. The listens to what they say in defeat. The pogues watch from a far. Cleo says, "They gonna kill him." To which Pope says, "do we care?". JJ adds, "yeah, that's a good question, Pope.". As Sarah clearly struggles with some internal conflict about her brother, the others keep talking regularly. Cleo speaking again, "Yeah, but then they'd take the scroll." Nobody shows any care or remorse for Rafe as they watch him be held at gunpoint. As the mercenaries approach Rafe and threaten to shoot him, the pogues argue about how they're gonna get the map and lens back. While they all pitch their ideas and shut down others, Sarah takes the gun from JJ, causing them all to look at her. "What are you doing? Hey. Woah." Questions JJ. Sarah doesn't respond as she holds the gun up and cocks it, "that's my brother." She says seconds before shooting one of the mercenaries' vehicles, causing it to blow up and be the distraction Rafe needed to get away.

Rafe and the pogues run off into a building as they're chased by several of highly armed individuals. Pope and Cleo stay to guard the door in case they get in as the others run off. Pope has the gun and gets ready to shoot. Since he's never shot anyone before he's nervous, so when he has the chance, he purposely misses his target as he fires 'warning' shots. Cleo and Pope run as they get shot at.

Meanwhile, Rafe continues to run with the scroll and the lens, but John B tries to stop him. Rafe feels cornered and holds a knife out to John B in self-defense. "It's ours", says Sarah, referring to the scroll Rafe clung on to. "It was. I look the shit." He responds. "I bought it for 400k, actually. Okay?" He's clearly panicked as his gaze frantically switches between John B and Sarah. Sarah reminds Rafe that she just saved his life, and he spins to face her, lowering his knife as he talks to his sister. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no. You did it so you could steal it from me. There was something in it for you. All right? Not to actually help me. I know that." Rafe pants. John B speaks "Rafe we don't have time." Then Sarah speaks again, "We can read that, you can't." Rafe responds to his sister, his voice getting louder, "Why would I help you? Huh? I don't trust you." Raises the knife back up, pointing it at his own sister. "I don't trust any of you. Do you understand?" At this point it's very clear he's panicking from emotion and because he feels trapped. His voice is uneven, threatening to break with emotion, "Dad trusted you. You remember what happened to him?! Do you remember?!" He yells at Sarah. She yells back in response, "Dad died saving my life." Sarah steps cloer to her brother, her voice becoming more raw with emotion. "And you're so eager to blame me for everything, you won't even listen to what happened. Singh's men had me at gunpoint. I was gonna die." She's fighting back tears now, " Dad took those bullets for me. And if he was still around, he'd want us to work together. I know you know that." (GET READY FOR RAFE'S NEXT LINE, CUZ I CERTAINLY WASN'T!!!) His eyes are watery as he looks at his sister, his voice betraying him as it shakes with his words, "No, you're just gonna screw me like everyone else in my life. You...I know you will." Sarah's crying as she interrupts him, "No, no, because I'm all you've got. And you're the only family I have left." (OH MY GOD RAFE IS LITERALLY POUTING RIGHT HERE AS TEARS THREATEN TO FALL DOWN HIS FACE). John B joins in, "She's telling the truth." Rafe sighs as Sarah breathes shakily, his eyes leave her to look around so he can gather himself enough to speak. His voice is soft now as he gives in, "All right. If we uh...if we work together, I...I still get my cut? So." Sarah nods, "yeah." Rafe asks again, "I get my cut?" And this time John B responds, "yeah". Rafe holds the map out to Sarah and you can very clearly see how much Rafe is shaking. Sarah raises her hand to grab the map, but instead it lowers and both of her arms wrap around Rafe. He just stands there for a moment, confused as he takes in the moment. Rafe cries as Sarah holds him tight. The moment of course is interrupted and they split up again.

Going back to Cleo and Pope who are being chased through the buildings. They stop and check their ammo, Pope reveals that he has one bullet left. The mercenaries continue to chase and shoot at them, eventually, Cleo gets shot in the shoulder.

Kiara and JJ team up to try and distract and take down the mercenaries. Rafe staying with John B and Sarah, giving them the map and lens to figure out. And they figure out where the crown is located just as a sand storm rolls in.

Theres a brief clip shown of Groff climbing out of the well.

Rafe tries to climb to get the crown, but he can't with his injured hand. So JJ decides to be the one to climb and get it.

While Cleo and Pope are held up due to Cleo being shot. Cleo tries to grab the gun so she can shoot the man that killed Terance in part one. But she can't even lift her arm. She wants Pope to leave her so she can shoot the man with the last bullet. But Pope being the great guy he is and knowing how important this is to Cleo he takes the gun from her. Pope decided that hell do it, he'll kill someone for Cleo. And he does, he shoots the guy right in the head.

Sarah and John B fight off some of the mercenaries. Kiara and Rafe watch as JJ climbs the large structure in the sand storm to get the Blue Crown. They're running out of time as the mercenaries creep up on them. But, Rafe tells Kie, "You stay here. I'll go down and buy us some time." In which she responds, "What? No, Rafe! Are you crazy? They'll kill you!" Rafe shouts back, "Hey! I'm a killer too! I've got nothing to lose!" And he walks off. In the disguise of the sandstorm, Rafe fights off several men.

JJ finally finds the Blue Crown. Of course he's shouting in excitement, "Long live Poguelandia!" JJ is happy, this means he'll get to save his home. But, he still has to hurry. JJ carefully climbs down the tall structure, immediately meeting Kie and showing off his discovery. Their cute moment is short lived as JJ spots a gun pointed at them. They run again as they're being shot at. And OF COURSE none other than that annoying motherfucker Groff comes out of nowhere and captures Kie, holding a knife against her throat. JJ comes to the rescue, trading the crown for Kie without any hesitation. Groff yaps like usual "You could've stuck with me JJ. Think about what you could've had. But now, you...you get nothing. Nothing." But JJ disagrees, "Nah, I already have everything. And I have everything I've ever wanted. Things that you'll never have. You want the crown? Sure, take it. Take it. I don't want it. Just...let her go." Groff tells JJ to hold the crown out, which he does as they switch, Kiara for the crown. When Kie is back in JJ's arms he reassures her, "I've got you.", as they hug. "It's okay." Kiara mumbles a response, "thank you." As Groff watches the two, he's clearly in distress, "JJ", he speaks. JJ lets go of Kie, keeping her behind him as he turns to face his 'father'. "It's...it's a shame. You and me." JJ has no time to respond as Groff shoves the knife right into JJ's gut. You can hear his flesh squelching and Kiara gasp while JJ groans, looking down at the knife as Groff twists it around inside of him. JJ looks up at Groff as he speaks, "you should have given me...the rope." Groff tugs the knife out, Kiara immediately catching JJ as he falls back.

Groff runs off with the crown as JJ and Kie fall to the ground. All she can say is "it's okay. It's okay." JJ groans and coughs, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, look at me. Look at me." JJ looks in her eyes as she speaks frantically. "It's okay, you're gonna be okay. Let me see it." Blood spreads through the fabric of his clothes quickly. Kiara sits there in front of him, shaking and scared, unsure of what to do or say. "Oh..." She cries, looking at JJ with a knowing look in her eyes. "Don't...don't move." She mumbles. JJ speaks, "Kie." But Kiara continues to mumble, "no...no. It's okay, it's gonna be okay. JJ, please, it has to be." She cries. JJ chokes out a few words, "Hey. Hey. I never told you my wish." (referring to something earlier in the season, he didn't tell Kie his wish because then it wouldn't come true) "What?" She cries. "No, JJ. JJ. It's okay." JJ groans, "I already got it." He smirks as he speaks, knowing these are his last moments alive. Kiara cries as he speaks again, "I already got my wish. Everything I wanted." JJ uses his last words to help reassure Kiara. "No. No, please..." She sobs, shaking her head. "Okay, okay." JJ groans in pain. Kiara beg, "Stay with me, please." JJ looks her in the eye for a moment before speaking softly, "Take care of the others, okay?" But Kiara shakes her head again, refusing to accept that this is really happening. "No, no. It's not what this is." She sobs as JJ speaks his final words, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "I love you, Kie." "I love you too." JJ's eyes flutter shut and his head falls back. Kiara shakes his body "no, no, no, no. Please, no. JJ, please. John B! Pope!" She screams. "no...no. no." John B starts to narrate here and it's so fucking sad. There's a whole flashback on memories of JJ and a bunch of sad talk. I can't even describe everyone's reactions. Even Rafe was in shock. They buried him out in the desert, he didn't even get to be buried in his home. And basically it ends with Kiara saying JJ wouldn't sit and do nothing if it had been one of them, he'd get revenge. So 100% season five will be Kie's season.

Anyway, I spent WAY to long and put WAY too much detail into this summary...hope it answers your questions...thank you!! Sorry that this is so long, I can't summarize to save my life.

[sematarygirls]

                 ୭ৎ rafe cameron works .ᐟ

   fics .ᐟ

   you and drummer!rafe get away with murder.

   serialkiller!rafe takes an interest in you.

   slasher!rafe x finalgirl!reader.

   ex-convict!babydaddy!rafe shows up unexpectedly.

   cowboy!rafe gives you a ride.

   boyfriend!rafe and anxious!reader's first time.

   killer!rafe and his best friend try murder.

   rafe is a fugitive and motelworker!reader doesn't care.

   boyfriend!rafe washes depressed!reader's hair.

   drabbles, thoughts, &&. blurbs .ᐟ

   frat!rafe always tunes in when you're on the radio.

   rafe + anxious!reader headcanons.

   bodyshots with rafe.

   boyfriend!rafe helps academic!reader study.

   rafe + reader matching halloween costumes.

   boyfriend!rafe thinks academic!reader wants a baby.

   dancing around the kitchen with rafe.

   quickies with rafe are anything but quick.

   series .ᐟ

   salt &&. secrets . . . social media au.

         ↳ 01.  02.  03.  04.  05.  06.  07.  08.  09.  10.  11.  12.  13.

   wounds that bind.

         ↳ 01.  02.

   gone girl.

         ↳ 00.  

[rafemotherfuckingcameron]

RAFE CAMERON MASTERLIST

ONESHOTS:

COASTAL VENTURE

A DANCE OF LOVE & RIVALRY

NEVER STOP FIGHTING

LOVE AND OTHER DRUGS

YOU BELONG WITH ME

MEETING RAFE

YOU DEFENDED ME, I'LL PROTECT YOU

FUGITIVE

CAMPING TRIP

A GENTLE TOUCH

LEFT BEHIND

DRUNK GIRLFRIEND

THE CALL

CRAMPS

WINDOWS

HURT

COLD

JUST ANOTHER DAY

POSITIVE

THIRD TRIMESTER

SERIES:

GUNS, BITCHES, WEED, MONEY, YSL, GOLD CHAIN, MASERATI, PENTHOUSE, HELICOPTER, FAME Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

YOU LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE Part 1 - Broken Trust Part 2 - Humiliated Part 3 - Bruised Part 4 - Help Part 5 - Saved Me

UNNATURAL Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

DIVING FOR GOLD Part 1 Part 2

IMAGES & QUOTES:

QUOTE 1

[catstack17]

obx season 3 + 4 spoilers ahead‼️‼️ (i mention a lot about s3 and how it relates to season 4)

listen listen listen!! i know that john b isn’t the character of season 4™️, and i love that- i love that aspect every season of this show, one character is the very main character whose plot line is the main plot of the season and it is v apparent that jj is getting his moment to shine- and i still adore that it’s not outshining other characters light in the show + obx allows other characters to have their own storylines that aren’t directly related to the main character (ex. rafe’s grief and path in season 4, when s4 is jj’s season, sarah’s disorientation in s3 when that was kie’s season, etc.)

there’s just one thing that hasn’t been touched upon with john b this season- that’s sort of making me want to rip my hair out slightly bc if rafe can deal with his grief then why are there no scenes exposing and expressing john b’s grief-

have the pates completely forgotten that john b, a, supposed orphan at 16, “fugitive” at 17 that the system has constantly hurt (i.e. if he was falsely convicted of the murder of sheriff peterkin, at the age of 17, with no evidence whatsoever would have received the death penalty) who has stayed consistently being on the run. always + never being safe in his own home, in his own town. after spending so much time looking for his dad, and following in the footsteps to try to get the gold, so much so that he finds his father alive while searching for it, that he even witnessed his father sacrifice his life for john b and the treasure itself later on, all because his dad was hellbent on finding it in the first place and then the only place he ever could come back to and rely on, was lit on fire and he had to see everything burn down right in front of him after just losing the only family member he had been searching for since his dad went missing + finding out all that time his dad was out doing morally grey things- and witnessing his dad shoot someone right in front of him- or even just the fact that john b had to see the light go out in his dad’s eyes after just literally getting him back on the way home from getting what they had been searching for- would affect him?? that he’d have so much baggage and grief stemming from all of the above? he lost his teenage years through the trauma he went through and we can’t even go into the detail of how he’s dealing with that? the only thing we got was a “dead and buried” line from john b while looking at a photo of big john? i need to know how he’s dealing now that he has the time to sit and really look at all the atrocities he’s witnessed- bc i love seeing him be happy mainly in this current season but he’s gone through far too much for that to be realistic at this point in his life.

[rafecameronsslxt]

Hooked

Warnings: Smut, Abusive?, and angsty also spitting.

Synopsis: Running from the cops, Rafe Cameron decides he needs a break from Adriana for the day, and two friends supposedly dying. How could Adriana's life fall so hard?

Rafe Cameron x OC

Part SIX of series. (Can be read as stand alone)

Masterlist

Part ONE- Part TWO- Part THREE- Part FOUR- Part FIVE- Part SEVEN

Szn THREE officially out and it had such a different vibe from all the other ones, but it was gorgeous. Rafe also was killing it! I've realized I'm really into sad stuff and reflects a lot in what I write. This 'chapter' is honestly the darkest one yet.

Words: 4,732

 

THE restaurant overlooked the ocean and the deep blue sky, cloudless yet enchanting. The stars had been so bright tonight, but so had the sirens of police vehicles. They were looking for John B, officially a fugitive on the run for “killing” Sheriff Peterkin.

   My life had felt like a travesty. Deprecating, however, many people would have loved to be in my position. They would’ve had enough strength to break up with Rafe, run with the pogues, and somehow be free with a child. 

   Rafe decided the dinner be at eight when night fell. I didn’t question him as I’d grown tired of everything. Pope had been secretly updating me on everything, how Sarah and John B were on the run, and then the church burning down. Everything seemed to be chaos, collapsing for the time being. 

   Since this is an elegant restaurant, I wore a floral V-neck buttoned up by pretty white pearls and flowy enough to be quite comfortable. On the other hand, Rafe had a simple suit; white button-up, black blazer and black dress pants. 

   Most of the people here had children and were middle-aged or old. Would this be Rafe and me? Would I become a trophy wife to be put upon a shelf when Rafe had got his shit together and mine?

   Sabrina, my mother, went to college for psychology and got a bachelor's degree. She had worked a week before meeting my father, who swept her up and never once needed to work again despite my mom being a kook. I guess she wanted to work, but then my father came along- who knows? Now the bachelor's degree stays on her office wall there, sitting pretty, just like my mother.

   My plate was half empty by this point. “Do you know anything about John B?” Rafe inquired in an undeniable accusing tone. He picked apart his steak slowly and then looked up at me. His hand is holding up his chin, angry at me. “No. Why are you asking me about JB? I don’t know anything.” I became defensive. 

   He made a tsk sound. “I’m full and want to leave.” I lightly push my plate away and drink a sip of water. Rafe had no right to be angry at me. 

   A loud crash came. Glass. Gun? Sheriff Peterkin is on her knees, and blood is coming from her shoulder. Sarah starts crying. John B is trying to stop the crimson from falling, splaying across my vision, and then she falls. “Adriana!” 

   I jump and then sigh, breathing heavily. I gulp. “Let’s go,” Rafe says, dropping a tip onto the table, not caring to move it anywhere. He pays, and we start to walk around for a while.

   My body felt out of place like maybe I wasn’t real. My arms crossed, and Rafe kept his hand on my lower back. 

   “Why are you mad?” A scoff falls from his lips. I lay my head on his shoulder. “Everything.” He says as if it had been that simple. I wish I could talk to Pope. He seems to understand me more times than anyone can.

   “You’re not being fair about this. You kill someone, and I get the blame.” I whisper and make sure no one is around. “Repeat it. Is that what you’re going to tell the cops? I thought you loved me, and what about the baby?” He says condescendingly, using two significant issues against me. I love this child inside of me, but it’s causing so much now. 

   “I thought you loved me, Rafe!” I throw his arm off of me. He looked into my eyes for the first time today. The sea was red, traumatized, bloody, troubled, melancholy, and numb. All in one, but his eyes were elsewhere, not in the present moment with me. He was supposed to protect his girlfriend. Instead, she was in harm's way with him. I feel like crying.

   He looks around, seeing nobody and takes hold of my face, squishing it together. “Do you want to talk about this shit now? Hm, Adriana.” I shake my head while his grip lets go of me, leaving a red mark compared to my pale face. “I do love you,” I say quietly, crossing my arms, feeling pathetic and powerless of my being. “I know, baby. I love you.” 

   Love was funny. Hilarious even. 

   Did Rafe and I love each other, or had we become so obsessed that the love faded as we stayed stranded on this island of chemicals surrounding us? Sometimes it felt like that. It felt like we started throwing the word around to each other, hanging empty in the air.

   “You hurt me, and I still love you.” The thought slips from my mind to my lips and slides out accidentally. I shut up altogether. His laugh is humourless. “That’s because you’ll always love me. I couldn’t live without you, Adriana. You're my world.” It sounded manipulative, but it was right. Rafe was right. When Rafe looked at me, I was his everything. How my father looks at my mother, but they’re not Rafe and me. My relationship with Rafe is different by a mile. 

   The obsession had remained in question. 

   “Do you love me?” I came to a halt turning my body to Rafe’s. He was on coke tonight- again, but I wanted to ask because then I can kick the obsession question to the curb. “Adriana, I fucking love you so much. You don’t need to question my love for you.” He pauses, pushing me into an alleyway and onto the brick building. Anyone could see us if they were across the street or walking past. 

   He whispers into my ear, “I’d kill for you.” His arm above my head, and his hand gliding up and down my thigh. “That’s not funny.” My heart stops. “I’m not laughing, baby.” His hands go into my panties. Rafe shoves a finger in me and captures my lips before I can let a sound out. 

   I look around and catch JJ walking but looking down at the ground, not noticing us. I start panicking, grab Rafe’s wrist, and push his hand away. I hold his hand and start walking. “Way to go choosing a kook over your best friends.” I hear a voice say lowly behind me. All the pogues texted me congrats, and that was it. A baby doesn’t change the fact I did betray my only friends. 

   “You got a fucking problem Maybank.” Rafe never scared JJ. JJ had bigger things to fear, “No, not all. Put a leash on your dog Adriana.” JJ throws his hands up smugly. This sets Rafe off. He grabs the collar of JJ’s shirt. JJ laughs in his face. “Rafe, stop!” I pry his hands off JJ, who gives me a snide look that feels deserved. 

   We walk our separate ways, needing no other words to be said. 

   Rafe’s hand, as we drive, falls to my thigh. “We’re going to my house, right?” He nods and pushes my legs open. His mouth is parted while he stares ahead, yet he pushes my underwear down with one hand. “Take 'em off.” He says sternly. I move my hips off the seat and remove the white silk panties, handing them to Rafe. He puts them in his dress pants pocket. 

   I whine as Rafe keeps his hands to himself. “We should go swimming.” I furrow my eyebrows at his idea and throw my hands up. “What? You get me horny and then say let’s go swimming!” 

   “If you weren’t so impatient. Fine, fingers now, and I’ll fuck you in the pool.” You nod, wanting him in any form, forgetting about JJ, the day to come, or tonight in general. I wanted to discuss this upside-down situation, but he always gets mad at me. Since under these circumstances of being pregnant, I could barely do anything, lowering my chances of trying to help the pogues if they needed it. 

   Sometimes I had to tell myself to shut up because the storm started forming in my mind, and I digressed. Instead, I need to focus on the pleasure Rafe gratefully gives me. 

   Rafe’s gold and cold ring rubbed against my hot skin. The light contrast has my legs pushing together. “Do you want me to stop?” He voices irritated. I try to keep my legs open while two of his finger push in and out slowly—a rate that needed to speed up, or he needed to step on the gas pedal. 

   “God, Rafe, could you go any slower!” I grumble as my hands run down my face, and his fingers pause inside me. He pulls them out, not saying a word like always because it was always something with him.

   “Rafe, baby. I am so sorry. Is that what you wanted to hear?” I move my body across the center console whispering in his ear, mocking him. I connect my lips to his neck, sucking on his flesh. I press my hand to his crotch, feeling his hard-on. I smile while kissing his neck. 

   He turns the engine off and grabs my neck. Rafe’s lips hover over mine, his face expressionless. Rafe’s dark sea-colored irises are unreadable as he looks into my pale ocean ones. Cocaine is still intravenous in his system, and maybe some powder is left in his nose as he sniffs, and his fingers wipe his nose, his hand keeping place.

   “Always so vulnerable, baby. You like trying to take control, but it never seems to work.” His lips fall to mine for a second, and light kisses on my neck. He moves his head to look at me manipulatively. I roll my eyes, and his grip gets tighter around my neck. I hold my thighs concurrently. Finally, Rafe lets go of my neck. I let out a deep breath and breathed in. He roughly unbuttons my dress. “Rafe! You can’t unbutton them so violently you’ll break the pearls.” I smack his hand, and he releases his fingers around the next white pearl. I finally get it off. 

   “I thought you were a pogue?” Patronizing is what that was. Hurtful. “And you can’t keep your nose fucking clean.” The copious white powder running through his nose got him angry and belligerent.

   “You’re so readable, and that’s why I love you. You can’t keep secrets.” He’s trying to prompt me out of spite. In fact, I can keep secrets; though kissing Topper wasn’t my best moment, I didn’t tell Rafe and kept in touch with Pope. Rafe was always so prideful and arrogant. 

   I unbuckle his belt, and he pulls his pants down, removing them completely. Rafe gets on top of me and reclines the passenger seat. His clothed lower half pushed into my wet cunt. “Are you trying to start an argument?” He shrugs his shoulders, not caring. Rafe’s hands gently rub my stomach. “Your mommy is such a whore.” He smirks, satisfied at my reaction. My eyebrows knit together, and I clench my jaw while my tongue glides on the back of my teeth.

   “Yeah, well, soon, mommy and daddy won't be together.” I snap at him. “Can you fuck me, or can you not do that either.” As mad as I was, his hands had only touched my stomach when I needed to feel him everywhere. “Do you want to start with me?” He gives me a questioning look, pulling his boxer briefs down and throwing them to the truck floor. 

   Sometimes Rafe’s cock was all I needed to make me feel better. 

   I disregard all thoughts when Rafe thrusts into me unexpectedly. Rafe’s hips pushed into mine viciously. My fingers went into Rafe’s back, making red lines as he rapidly drove his dick in me. His hands unclasp my bra, and Rafe starts gripping my boobs. I lean in for a kiss filled with desire and pure greed. He slips his tongue in.

   “Oh my god, Rafe! Harder, baby.” I lean my head against his shoulder while his thrust becomes determined. “Open your mouth.” He demands, and I do. Rafe spits in my mouth. I swallow most of it because the other half of his saliva is descending to my chest. His grunts fill my ears as pornographic moans fall from my swollen lips that Rafe has been biting and sucking on. 

   “You like it like this? When I get rough with you.” He groans into my ear, then his mouth falls to my neck, gently biting my skin. “Yes- Rafe, I do!” I couldn’t think or form thoughts other than Rafe is fucking fantastic. 

   I couldn’t keep my mouth shut if I wanted to. My hair is sticking to my cheeks, which is florid. Rafe is so sweaty that my hands keep slipping from his back. So I must move my fingers to his shoulders to keep myself from falling back. 

   Rafe’s fingers move to my clit, and he starts rubbing quickly. My legs start trembling with pleasure. “Rafe- I’m about to cum.” Rafe leans his forehead against mine. “Fuck, cum on me, baby. Do it.” Rafe encourages me while his mouth drops open. My lips fall onto his. Rafe’s fingers go at a rapid speed to my clit. Bliss falls over the both of us. 

   That was the best release I could’ve asked for, and Rafe’s cum paints my insides. “This is why we have a baby on the way,” I say, panting and lying back against the seat. Rafe puts boxer briefs on and throws me his white button-up. “You haven’t complained about me coming inside you until now. It doesn’t count.” Rafe whispers while laughing.  

   Yet another morning to no Rafe. The messy, dirty blonde-haired man once again left me alone to wake up unattended by the guy I needed the most. 

   I press my hands down to the powdery sink counter, looking at myself in the mirror. My under eyes have officially formed dark circles; they were purple and blue. I bring my hands to my cheeks. The cocaine left on my hand goes onto my face, but my face is carved and hollow. It looks like I haven’t eaten in days. My ocean eyes have red blood vessels around my irises, leading from all directions. I’ve slept, just not sufficiently. 

   I’ve had enough of this. 

   “Barry, open the fucking door!” I slam my fist onto his trailer door. I hear rustling from the other side, along with curses. Rafe’s drug dealer Barry is someone that I’d never want to see again unless I’m murdering him. 

   “You Rafe’s girl?” He opens the door and suddenly chill, acting like everything he’s doing is ok. “How much do you want? Thirty thousand or one hundred thousand because you’re a greedy fucking bastard!” I scream at him and push him into the wall. He grabs my hands and restrains them, leaving me with no escape. “Calm the fuck down- what money? Listen, princess Rafe pays, and I give you got it?” Barry looks at me like I’m crazy. I jerk my hands away from him, and he lets go. He squints his eyes at me. “No wonder why Rafe is with you and knocked your ass up.” 

   I remember my first time on cocaine. It was a remarkable experience. It was like floating in the ocean, and the waves allowed me to drift with them. Barry has sold it to me, but I never got hooked. It had never been my… thing. 

   “Stop selling him coke. I mean, do you feel good about yourself? Do you like ruining people's lives, huh?” I started to become manipulative, but out of all people, Barry deserved to feel ashamed of what he does for a “living.”

   “Move along with your day, princess.” He crosses his arms, unbothered by the scene I’m causing. At one point, Barry had been an acquaintance of mine, primarily because of selling, but after I’d gotten caught, I stopped doing drugs entirely. I go against wrecking his entire house. I ball my hands into a fist; my knuckles turn white. “Rafe will hear about this.” He smiles and waves me happily goodbye. I flip him off. 

   What the fuck am I doing? Why would I do that? I bang my palm on the leather steering wheel. 

   I hear police sirens behind my car. The red and blue lights made me nervous. Finally, I pulled over after debating what I should do. I roll down my window and see officer Shoupe. “Adriana, I was wondering if you could come down to the station to answer some questions,” Shoupe asks. He rubs his chin. 

   “Yeah, sorry to tell you, but I don’t think I can right now.” I furrow my eyebrows, gripping the steering wheel. “You look nervous. I think you should get out of the jeep Adriana.” His voice still seems questioning, but it’s not. That’s how cops do it. It starts off calm and deceiving. But, then, their voice is contesting with you to see if you’ll comply. 

   “Ow, I think I need to get home. You know, contractions with the baby.” I start holding my stomach, faking being in pain. This rouse wasn’t going to work with Shoupe, not this time. He knows how we all work now. “Adriana!” Shoupe says, warning me that it’ll be an unnecessary problem if I dare to move. He thinks he’ll get me. 

   “See, I can’t do this right now.” I pull off speeding. Was I doing this? Shoupe’s vehicle starts gaining speed on me. I push the gas pedal as for as it can go. I was going eighty on a forty-mile road. I look in the rearview mirror. The sirens were still blaring. 

   My eyes go back to the road. A black car was going too slow. I swerve into the other lane seeing a couple of vehicles coming this way, and I finally return to the right road. Shoupe’s car slows down, getting stuck. Sweat drips down to my shirt, and my hands slip from the steering wheel, making me reposition my fingers. 

   The green trees pass me quickly. Everything was a blur. Adrenaline still courses through my veins. The grown trees lean with the wind as time passes. I let a deep breath out. The wind blows on me, appeasing the sweat falling from my red face. I smile proudly to myself for my actions or just escaping. Having a high-speed police chase wasn’t exactly something to be prideful in, or was it?

   I start driving at an average pace once I think I’m far enough away from Shoupe. Then, I make it to my house safely, kind of.

   “First police chase, baby. Better get used to it.” I say to the growing infant in my stomach. I sit on the couch, rubbing my belly, which is painfully hurting. I feel the baby kick against my stomach. It makes me feel sick seeing my skin crawl, literally. Tears start to sting my eyes; this baby will not stop kicking. 

   I called Rafe one ring, two rings, three rings- declined. No, no, no.

   Hurt comes with victory, I suppose. 

   Never mind that I call Rafe again. He declined immediately. “Rafe baby, I need you right now. Having awful contractions.” I leave a voicemail. My stomach starts churning, and my forehead becomes hot. The little food I had today was coming back up.

   After an hour of puking, I lay my head on the clean marble counter. I wash my hands and then run a hand through my hair. My brunette hair was sweaty and greasy feeling. 

   If Rafe decides to ignore my calls, I’ll just come to him. Rafe always has his location on. A dock- Luke’s dock. What? Pope hadn’t updated me today, so something was taking up everyone's time I wasn’t aware of. 

   As I drive to the dock, I wiggle my fingers around the steering wheel, tense. It’s like my whole body is stiff. Unmoving as I get closer until I’m finally here. 

   I cross my arms. It’s quiet besides the wind blowing, birds chirping, and insects making buzzing sounds. The sun started setting. I walked into the port, finding nothing and walked back out and heard a scream. I jump and start breathing heavily. I see a boy with a backwards hat on, “Rafe?” I call out. His pretty face looks back at mine. 

   I run to him. I climbed onto the boardwalk, which was more challenging than expected. I put my hands around his waist, hugging him from behind. I lay my head on his spine. “Are you ok, baby?” My voice came out hushed and trembling from seeing the blood on his face. Rafe lays his head on my shoulder and turns his head to me.

   His eyes were enraged but melancholy, dark, yet when he looked at me, his eyes had a twinge of sparkle. “Heard about the scene you caused at Barry’s.” I roll my eyes at his subject change. “Rafe, I’m serious.” I took my shirt off and started wiping the blood off his face. I had a bikini on, so it didn’t matter. It was doing more smearing than anything, but I have a water bottle in my jeep that I can use. 

   “Had a little run-in with the pogues, is all.” Rafe grimaces, even saying ‘pogues.’ I sigh and pause, wiping his face. “I missed you. You don’t even stay until I wake up, and cocaine is always on the counter.” Rafe looks towards the sunset keeping his head on my shoulder blade. I run my hands under Rafe’s shirt and hug him tighter. “Fine, you don’t want to talk. I will. Firstly I was quite impetuous today. Barry and then sheriff Shoupe chasing after me.” Rafe pivots his head back at me, raising an eyebrow. “My baby being reckless? No way, but why?” 

   “He wanted to ask questions about John B and probably was trying to get a statement out of me… since I was there,” I say unnervingly to Rafe. He choked out a ‘what’ that seemed shocked but slightly angered. “Are you still protecting John B? And what if Shoupe got to you? What would you say? Me or that pogue.” Rafe unlocks my hands from his stomach, and I can see him physically tense up. Rafe’s jaw clenches. “Shoupe just. Won’t. Get. To. Me.” I sound clear and strict, and confident in my answer. I was, but I wasn’t. 

   His sharp jaw contracts, and his tongue slides across his teeth. “You’re great, Adriana. So fucking supportive and reliable.” Rafe stands up and throws his hands into the air. His voice is wavering with bitterness. I scoff and stand up too. “Yeah, I fucking am reliable and supportive, Rafe. Do you understand I’m pregnant and with a boyfriend who thinks he killed someone because he was “saving” his father? Rafe, YOU DIDN’T HELP ANYONE. WARD NEEDED TO BE ARRESTED!” I scream at him. It was the truth. Peterkin wasn’t planning to kill Ward. She was putting him away, rightfully so. Rafe will never understand that.

   Rafe rubs his jaw slowly and nods his head. He laughed, but it was alarming. “You can’t be trusted anymore, Adriana.” He said it like it was a fact. A statement he thought to be true. He bites back whatever else he planned to say. My face falters. I couldn’t be trusted? “What? Rafe, I’m your girlfriend, not an enemy in this fucked up game of yours. I love you, baby.” I touch his face, but he pulls away. Rafe is pulling away from me, our roles are reversed, but his problem wasn’t valid enough for me. I would never give my statement even if held in a cell-protecting my best friend and boyfriend.

   Rafe watches as my face contorts, crestfallen. “Rafe, please don’t do this to me.” I bite my bottom lip until it starts to hurt too much. No blood comes out. “Don’t fucking cry, Adriana, because you did this. Not me!” I lean my head back as the words come out of his mouth. I always do it just like the night at the party. That was my fault because it’s constantly my responsibility regarding our relationship. 

   I watch him jump off the boardwalk. “Do I even mean anything to you anymore? I dropped EVERYONE for you, Rafe. I love you, and you don’t care.” I sit on the perimeter of the broken wood that digs into my thighs. Rafe turns back around. “I do love and care about you, but- I need to be alone right now.” The day became dreary, word by word falling from his tempting lips. His killer lips once touched yours with trust and comfort, never needing a second thought. Rafe pinches the bridge of his nose as a sigh of annoyance emits.

   He turns his back, walking away. 

   The breezy, sunny day has finally reached an end, allowing nightfall to take over in its purest form. 

   I stayed at the doc until my phone went off. It was a text from Pope.

   Get over here now. JB and Sarah are in the storm!!!! John B’s house. 

   I gripped the steering wheel hard while pushing the gas pedal, but just enough so I wouldn’t veer into the woods and a tree desecrating my jeep. The rain trickled hard on the windows, and my windshield wipers went back and forth quickly. Thunder rang throughout the Outer Banks, which accentuated the sombre feeling inside my stomach. 

   What was the longevity of this bleak and desolate era in my life?

   The trees were mangling together, getting comfortable in this growing storm. Soon the limbs would fall off one by one, but more would produce, so why does it matter? People call becoming entranced by sensory details ambedo. I was soaking in the experience of being alive, as goes by the definition, but I felt like this was all a bad dream. That I wasn’t alive, and my life is some angsty story, people can enjoy thriving off my pain.

   I pull into the grass and jump out of the jeep, running to all my best friends. Tents are set up, and SBI agents surround John B’s house, but all overlook the ledge. I stand there, mouth opening as the waves are big. “What are they doing?” I ask anyone. “Escaping,” Kie answers, looking at me concerned as she folds her arms. There was barely an outline of the boat. “They have coast guards out there looking for them.” Pope’s statement hangs in the air. JJ hasn’t said a word; He just stares at the ocean. 

   I walk away and find an SBI guy. “Will they be ok?” I start biting my nails, and tears form in my eyes. “Looking at the circumstances, maybe, but with how bad the storm is getting, it’ll be unlikely.” Sometimes I don’t get how they can be so expressionless when something so gut-wrenching is happening. I don’t respond to the agent and return to where I was. 

   The lights turn back on. The lighthouse goes around as their boat is now seeable. We see the coastguards go after them, but they keep going into the storm, the waves getting immensely larger by the minute. I hear Ward's voice talking to John B, but things have stopped comprehending with me. The others surround him. 

   JJ is standing beside me. “Adriana. They're going to be ok.” JJ sounds like he’s reassuring himself. He pulls me in for a hug filled with regret and despair. I shake my head. I lay my head on his shoulder. “They’re going right into the storm, JJ.” I let go and look him. I take his hand, leading us with the others.

   J starts pushing Shoupe, and the other officers pull him back.

It was never quiet in the Outer Banks until now. Obx was chaos at all hours, but everything had finally gone silent. I see all of our parents come in worried. Sabrina and Jacob hug me tightly. “They’re gone.” My voice broke, and tears leaked from the ocean as the storm caused disarray. “It’s going to be ok, sweetheart.” My mom says sweetly as tears cascade down her face. 

   Kiara, Pope, and I hugged, tears falling to the grass. 

Oh, how I loved them all.

Outer Banks Paradise on Earth.

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the sea around us; pt.2 chapter two

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

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warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 1.1k (so short omg)

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JJ and I decide we are better off abandoning our plan of following the water and walking deeper into the city to try and find a highway. Eventually, we do, and we reach the far side which is moving southbound. It's only about an hour before someone pulls over in an SUV to pick us up. It looks like a family car, which eases my nerves only slightly.

"You kids alright?" The woman in the passenger seat asks after rolling down her window. "You shouldn't be hitchhiking, you know. It's dangerous."

"Yes ma'am, but we're in a bit of a pinch, you see." JJ says, walking up to the window as I keep my distance. It's a middle-aged man and woman in the vehicle, they remind me a little of my parents. Maybe that's my guilt talking, though.

"You're not fugitives, are ya?" The man asks and JJ laughs, without skipping a beat.

"No sir, just, uh..." He glances in their back seat, and then gestures back at me. "Her parents are not my biggest fans at the moment, if you get what I mean. We're trying to make our way to my mom's place, down in the keys. She's got more room for the three of us there." JJ smiles, leaning on the ledge of the window.

"Oh honey, you're pregnant? Let's get you out of the sun. Hop on in you two, we can get you there." The woman says, glancing at me with worry in her eyes. I smile thankfully at her, and JJ smiles as he comes back over, helping me limp to the car.

"Sorry about the mess back there, kids." The woman's husband laughs and we both smile and nod, and JJ pushes the car seat over to the far side.

"It's no problem. We really appreciate the ride." I reply as JJ climbs in and closes the door, and I give him a look. He can always think on his feet, but I'm not sure how making me look more vulnerable could be super helpful.

"So, what are your names?" She asks as we pull back out onto the highway.

"Jesse." JJ responds, looking over at me.

I have a moment of panic. What is the absolute opposite of my name? "My name is Summer." I say, thinking on my feet.

"Are your parents from the area? Real beach people, they sound like." The man says, glancing back at me in the mirror.

"Actually New York." I lie, "They just wish they were beach people."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Summer and Jesse. I'm Rachel, and my husband's name is Cole." The woman smiles. "You have come an awful long way if you're from New York."

"What are your kids' names?" JJ asks, trying to steer the conversation.

"Well our oldest is Theo, and the little one is Anna." She explains. "He's five and she just turned one."

"That's lovely, Anna is my sister's name." I smile. I'm picturing her in my mind, but the memories quickly turn sour when I realize what she must be going through right now.

"Are you at the point where you're thinking about names yet?" She asks, turning to look back at me.

"Well," I laugh slightly, looking over at JJ for some kind of help as he wraps his arm around my shoulder.

"She doesn't think so, but I've already got my heart set." He grins, and she nods wanting to hear. "I'm thinkin', if it's a girl, Juliette. But if it's a boy, definitely we have to go with Booker."

I smile a little as I look at my friend. "I like Booker." I agree. "Maybe better as a middle name though."

"That's an... Interesting choice." Cole says and his wife reaches over and hits him.

"I think it's just precious." Rachel says, smiling back at us.

JJ nods at that, looking awfully pleased with himself.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you both?" She asks.

"Seventeen." I answer, but I probably should have lied about that one too.

"We'll both be eighteen by the time the baby comes." JJ says, nudging me a little. It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes or shove him. He's just dragging this out to annoy me now.

"Summer, honey, what happened to your foot? I noticed you have a bit of a limp there." Rachel says, thankfully wanting to move on from the subject. Unfortunately, I think saying I got hit by a car while I was running from the scene of a murder is not a good answer.

"Oh! A bit of a funny story, honestly.." I laugh a little to buy myself a few seconds. "I tripped over a bike laying on the sidewalk, and you know how expensive health insurance is, so I'm walking this one off."

"Tell me about it." Cole laughs.

"I know I'm not your mom, but you'll really need to get that lined up before baby comes. You'll be in a world of trouble without it." Rachel says worriedly.

"Of course." I nod. "J... I mean Jesse," I catch myself before I say his full name, "has a job lined up in Key West that has benefits too so..." I trail off.

"I'm really glad we won't be walking all that way with her on that ankle, so thank you again." JJ says.

"Well, you two are in luck because we are on our way to the keys anyways. We left the kids with my parents there and we're going to get them, so we can take you as far as Key Largo." Cole says and JJ and I look at each other.

"That would be amazing." I smile back at the man driving. "We don't have a lot of money, but I can pitch in for gas."

"Oh please, it's only an hour and we were going there anyways. Don't even worry about it." Rachel waves me off.

"Would you mind if we borrowed a phone? I need to text my mom and let her know where we are." JJ says and Rachel nods.

"Of course, hun, take mine." She says, unplugging it and handing it back to him. I watch as he types in Kie and Pope's numbers for a group message.

UNK.: hey guys, hear from JB yet? P4L

It's a few minutes before we get a response.

K: Holy shit, JJ?

UNK.: yes ma'am at your service

K: Thank god you guys made it- we thought you were dead for sure

P: We did hear from him and Sarah, they both made it too.

I smile and nudge JJ, him looking down at me and I can tell he's just as relieved to hear that as I am.

UNK.: are they still on track for the plan? brownsville?

K: no, their boat flipped and they ended up in Nassau

UNK.: we're in florida, on our way to the keys. should we head to the bahamas?

P: probably not a good move, someone tried to turn them in so it's hot there

UNK.: sounds to us like they need a jj escape plan

K: no

P: no

We look at each other while we're both thinking the same thing, what is our move here? The most obvious answer is to go and pick them up. I think JJ will agree. The hard part will be finding them.

UNK.: b in touch <3

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Outer Banks 2x01

"Here's a fun fact. You ready? Here we go. Everyone you know will die."

Okay but like JJ wearing overalls... Fucking what? I find that so hot.

Rafe and Ward at Sheriff Peterkin's funeral, me:

"It's always the kooks fault," I mean if you weren't blatantly disrespecting his best friend in front of him... so yeah, 100% your fault. And Rafe is sitting pretty while JB is on the run in Nassau.

Rudy is a good actor. I love the way he improvised the way JJ holds a hand against his chest to calm himself down when he's panicking. And the whimper he makes when walking away... I'm gonna go cry in a corner now. I'm sure he feels like he's alone without John B.

Ward's desperation is just making him more suspicious.

"We're the victims here," If i didn't know that Sarah was alive i'd almost feel bad for you. Almost.

"What do you think we should do, Rafe?"

"I think we should kill them all."

I'm sorry, but Rudy has a beautiful back. The broad shoulders. The way his muscles ripple and flex under the shirt. His biceps. This man could crush me, snap me in two, and I'd be thankful.

JJ deserves to be happy. He deserves all the happiness in the world. And it needs to stay that way. He needs to believe that something good can happen and that he can have it, keep it, and want it.

Pope: "I went off the rails," proceeds to blackmail someone into confessing what they saw on the tarmac.

I don't know ya'll, but getting to a safe full of gold would be the least of my worries if I'm a fugitive. I'd be more worried about clearing my name to get back home.

These teens are just as stupid as they are smart. It's peek entertainment.