#getting mad at cameron for not avoiding house

[all-pacas]

Chase, s1e8: I gave my mum a bit of trouble when I was [the patient's age], and I turned out alright. Even she thought so.

you fucking liar. she died when you were in high school.

i just watched 'socratic method' too, and huh! yeah! good shit! chase trying to warn 15-year-old luke away from spending his life taking care of his mom, admitting he "would have done the same thing," able to explain the hyper-organization of the house to foreman - this is what you do, you try to control everything, you organize and list and track and it's like you're making a difference. chase watching luke reunite with his now-sane mom, looking away and leaving because that wasn't him. (house being weirdly nice to luke. sympathetic. you did a good job given your situation. you've taken good care of her. )

rowan chase showing up, smiling sincerely and greeting his son "dr chase." actually seeming pleased to see him. probably even proud. he made something of himself. he's glad his son comes to see him off. he smiles when they hug. he doesn't tell him he's dying anyway. he still abandoned him. rowan telling chase it wasn't his job to take care of his mother, that it was too much for a kid (house telling luke he did the best he could). rowan abandoning him to do it anyway.

chase in s8, explaining to adams his mother died with him hating her, his mother used to lock him away for hours and hours. the implication that rowan was proud, did care and even love his son, but was a shitty and neglectful father anyway. the implication that chase's mother couldn't have thought he turned out alright, that he was "too much" for her and she'd lock him up, that maybe one of the reasons he hated her was that she hadn't been a loving parent even before she fell apart.

(that chase has a much younger sister, in diapers when he was 15. almost certainly still a minor, still a teenager, when he goes to the US. that he says she wasted "half her life" drinking, when she's probably only in her 20s.)

it's so fucked you guys it's so fucked

[gh0stsp1d3r]

🍷heyyy, so I’ve read some of your stuff and usually I’m just a silent reader, but I NEED an angsty (4) oneshot of Rafe Cameron!!! Thank youuu

“I don’t feel safe with you anymore.”

part of my 8k celebration!! come join (:

WARNINGS: angst, toxic relationship, break up, mentions of drugs and mentions of verbal abuse, manipulation, he gets a lil angry… I was imagining this is season 2 rafe.

At the beginning, Rafe was the best boyfriend you could have asked for.

Always getting gifts for you, always giving you compliments, always being sweet to you, and he never shouted, never got mad. It was odd to you, because he had a reputation for it. But, he told you that people were just jealous, that they were lying.

It was months ago when the manipulation had started. Him always talking bad about your friends- about your family.

“They wanna separate us, baby. Don’t you see that?”

He had isolated you, insisting on you breaking ties with your family and your friends, telling you sweet lies to keep you coming back to him.

Then, he began to try and lie to you you. Multiple times for different things.

“Rafe- don’t lie to me-“ you spoke, jumping slightly when he slammed his hand down onto the desk.

“I’m not- are you serious? I’m not lying. That’s… that’s not mine.” He told you, motioning to the little plastic baggie in your hands, and then running a hand through his curtained bangs. “You’re fucking crazy.”

He became increasingly angry, the shouting and constant arguing slowly becoming too much for you. He eventually began breaking and throwing things during arguments, his anger getting the best of him.

You stood there, watching him throw yet another fit over something that had happened. After another argument.

You weren’t even talking when he did it. You flinched as soon as the dinner plate that sat in front of him crashed onto the floor, your eyes widening as you backed up into the wall, avoiding the shards that laid on the ground.

He continued his yelling, knocking other glass objects off counters, along with a vase that landed not too far from your feet, causing you to almost step on it if you weren’t careful.

Your eyes were blown wide with not anger, but rather fear. You were terrified of him in that moment.

When tears began to well up in your eyes, he just looked around the carnage he had let out, running a hand through his hair and letting out a breath.

Then came the jealousy, the fights he started for no real reason. It made your fear grow.

“You had no fucking reason.” You told him as you stormed away from the beach, grabbing your keys from your back pocket as you began walking.

“You should have seen the way he was looking at you!”

“He’s my friend!” You argued, turning on your heel to yell in his face.

“I told you, you don’t need anyone else. Why do you not understand that- that I just want what’s best for you?” He asked lowly, pointing at his chest.

You scoffed, shaking your head to yourself as you turned around again, unlocking your car and opening the door faster than he can be at your passenger seat.

“I don’t fucking understand!” He shouted, “Hey!” He continued when you got in your car, ignoring him as he yelled curses at you.

Finally, your breaking point was when you caught him doing cocaine over a glass table with Topper and Kelce next to him at another dumbass house party.

You had scoffed as soon as you set your gaze on the sight, watching him throw his head back with a euphoric smile on his face. There was still remnants of the powder on his nose when his gaze then fell on you- smile faltering.

“Hey, baby.” He spoke, rubbing his nose and nodding at you nonchalantly, Topper and Kelce glancing at each other.

You turned around, ignoring him calling your name as you pushed through the crowd and opened the door up, taking a deep, heavy sigh when you stepped outside, before you choked out a quiet sob, continuing the walk to your car as you attempted to wipe the tears that ran down your cheeks.

He followed behind, stumbling past everyone, ignoring Topper and Kelce when they attempted to drag him back inside.

“Nah, nah,” he shoved them off his shoulder, sniffling as he walked up to you, calling your name.

“Y/n. Y/n.” He spoke, going in front of you, blocking your car door.

“Go away, Rafe.” You murmured, him frowning at you. He reached out a hand, going to wipe your tears away before you flinched, grabbing his wrist and stopping him.

“Baby, we can talk ‘bout this-“

“No. I saw what I happened. There’s nothing to talk about.”

“You’re upset-“

“Great observation.” You snapped, huffing when you reached for the car door and he just grabbed your wrist in a tight hold.

“Let go of me.” You spoke, tone serious now.

“No.”

“Rafe-“ you wiggled your hand, letting out a cry when you felt his grip tighten, and you’re sure that in his drug-addled mind, he has no clue just how tight he’s grabbing you.

You let out yet another cry, and he just stares at you. “Let got of me.” You repeated through sobs, him scoffing and pulling away, holding his hands up in defense.

“Jesus- I didn’t even grab you that hard-“

“That’s not the problem!”

“Then what is?” He exasperated.

“You! You’re the problem, Rafe. I’m so…” you let out a shaky breath, “I’m so tired. I’m done. I’m just done.” You exclaimed, a weight off your shoulders with the confession. “I can’t do this anymore.” You motioned to the both of you.

“What? What the fuck are you even talking about?” He scoffed, and let out a laugh. “So- I’m the problem? How am I the problem?”

“Rafe. I don’t… I don’t feel safe with you anymore.” You breathed out.

Silence fell between the both of you, him processing your words.

He stared at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So… is this it?” He asked you, voice hushed. You saw the hurt on his face- but you reminded yourself of everything he’s put you through, everything that’s happened over the years.

“It is, Rafe.” You nodded, tears filling your eyes once again.

He stepped away from your car, and you opened til the door, both of you glancing at each other one last time, before you got into the drivers seat, speeding off as fast as possible, with loud sobs escaping you.

He watched as you drove away, letting out another sniffle, and having his own tears filling his eyes, before he wiped them away.

“Fuck.” He murmured, looking down at his feet, and sitting on the sidewalk, putting his face in his hands as he breathed out.

[rafey-baby]

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outlaw!rafe x pogue!reader

c/w: hostage/stockholm syndrome situation, mentions of murder & violence, a surprise in the grocery store, smut: dubcon, fingering, p-in-v, size kink, 18+ mdni!

wc: 2.6k

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“A picture provided by a passer-by has led us to believe that Rafe Cameron, the suspect for the murder of a police officer is still on the island and has possibly been in contact with the witness who now wants to withdraw his statement, not wanting to testify in court due to personal reasons. However, the investigation is still ongoing and Cameron remains the main suspect, which means that if you have any information about his whereabouts, please do not hesitate—” 

Rafe twists the car radio off with a scoff.  

“The fuck they’re gonna do with a blurry photo? Unless they find another witness or some real proof, they don’t have shit on me,” he mutters more to himself than her as he yanks open the door and lets it slam closed—leaving her to scramble after his exasperated steps through the grocery store parking lot.  

She doesn’t know how Rafe managed to discover the name of the witness or why a few days ago she sat in his truck parked outside the poor guy’s home keeping watch, but at this point, she’s decided that the universe simply must have something against her peace of mind.  

When she asked him about his visit, he simply shrugged it off with a ‘don’t worry ‘bout it, just had a little talk with him’ which honestly made unease settle into the bottom of her stomach because it was most definitely not the entire truth. Therefore, for the following days, she tried her very best to avoid his intimidating presence as to not give him a reason to get mad at her while he made several phone calls and ‘took care of business’.

However, acting as if he wasn’t there wasn’t the easiest task since her house, despite the cozy atmosphere (before Rafe), wasn’t very grand. Whenever she’d try to find sleep in her soft sheets, his heavy presence in the next room would send a shiver up her spine and erase any prospects of getting any actual rest. And when she’d try to cook dinner, he’d be looming way too close for comfort and make her accidentally drop a plate on the floor. Therefore, she’s not exactly feeling her best. 

As they step through the sliding doors, Rafe is hiding behind black sunglasses and an old baseball cap he borrowed (stole) from her; trying to keep a low profile and appear as ordinary as any casual customer shopping for essentials since he’s practically emptied her fridge at this point. 

“Do you want red or green grapes?” she inquires as she peers down at the fruit. 

“Don’t really give a shit. Jus’ get both,” he grumbles out, seemingly all too aware of his surroundings—antsy to get out of the store already. 

“That’s not very helpful,” she complains quietly, deciding on the green ones before pushing the shopping cart forward with Rafe close behind.  

And she’s all too preoccupied with picking out what she wants for breakfast when all of a sudden, he grabs her face in his big palms and presses his lips against hers.  

It causes her to let out a surprised noise that gets swallowed up by him as he slots their mouths together—her entire body tensing up in response to him pushing her against the shelves that display different types of bagels. 

Momentarily, she’s disconcerted, doesn’t remember the last time she’s been kissed like this; all rough and inconsiderate. And maybe that’s why she’s beginning to feel light-headed—every coherent thought wiped away because him kissing her makes absolutely no sense. Therefore, she doesn’t even realize she’s reciprocating the kiss before her distracted mind stirs awake and soon enough, she’s pulling away with creased brows. 

“What the—”  

However, she’s interrupted by the hollow of his hand plastering over her mouth.  

“Shut up,” he hisses lowly, eyes alarmed and shoulders tense.  

And she’s about to protest before he nods towards a couple of officers a few feet away from them, apparently having just passed them. They’re strolling through the aisle leisurely, chatting freely and not paying them any mind because why would they do anything except roll their eyes at a lovey-dovey couple making out next to the organic whole wheat toast?  

Oh. She can’t believe she didn’t notice them—coming to the conclusion that if she was the one running from the cops, she wouldn’t last a day. Before her brain has the chance to catch up and command her to scream for help though, she feels the barrel of his gun poking at her chest, forcing the desperate pleads to die out on her tongue.  

She stares into threatening larimar and blinks—far too frightened to even inhale too loud. Neither of them move until the policemen have rounded the corner, leaving her and Rafe the only people standing in the bread aisle. 

And he doesn’t think too much of the kiss, simply a means for him to stay under the radar. However, her head turns into a blank piece of paper, not able to say a word until they’re walking the grass-covered steps to her threshold.

“Why would you do that?” she’s fuming while he locks the front door. 

“Was just tryin’ not to blow my cover, calm down,” he grumbles, setting down the grocery bags.  

“By kissing me?” she snaps in exasperation.  

“Yeah, well there wasn’t exactly time to think about anythin’ else,” he seems so nonchalant about all of this, as if he doesn’t care one bit. And she figures he doesn’t because it seems that for him it’s the most tedious thing in the world to consider other people’s feelings for even one second.  

Maybe she didn’t want him to kiss her, of all things—didn’t want him to make the muddy thoughts brewing beneath the surface of her sanity any louder than they already were. Because despite how hard she’s trying to convince herself that him shoving her around and walking around her house as if he owns it doesn’t affect her, it wouldn’t change the fact that something about his dominating presence is slowly but surely making her grow curious.  

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she drops her keys to the ceramic bowl in the hallway before walking towards the living room—wanting to put as much distance between them as possible in order to have some space to think.  

“I mean, s’not like you seemed to mind too much, you kissed me back, remember?” he points out, his heavy footsteps following her.  

“I was just…in shock, okay?” she turns around, voice loud and frustrated. 

“Don’t fuckin’ raise your voice at me,” he warns her, low and gravelly, making her shiver.  

“And if you were just in shock, then why are you blushing right now, hm?” he takes a step closer, too close. 

“I’m— I’m not blushing,” she tries to deny.

“You’re a shit liar, you know that?” he chuckles, seemingly amused. “Bet you liked me kissin’ you, hm? Just bein’ too much of a stubborn bitch to admit that.”  

Her dumbfounded eyes stare at him in silence because she doesn’t know what she’s supposed to say to that.  

“Usually not into whiny pups but should just fuck some sense into you so you’d wipe that stupid pout off your face, yeah?” he chuckles, looking at her with something devilish glimmering in the aquamarine of his eyes.  

“You’re a fucking psycho!” the accusation escapes her before she has the chance to stop it. She regrets it immediately when he harshly grabs her jaw between rough fingertips—mushing her cheeks together and making her teeth bite into the gummy walls of her mouth.  

“What did you just call me?”    

“Didn’t— didn’t mean to, m’sorry,” her frightened eyes widen.  

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” he dryly laughs in her face, finding entertainment in her torment. She’s about to apologize again when he speaks up once more. “You, uh, you gon’ make it up to me then?” 

The words refuse to form in her mouth.

“Cause you know what I think? I think this fuckin’ psycho orderin’ you around like a puppy gets you wet, huh? You don’t think I’ve seen the way you look at me?” he finally lets go of her jaw, tall frame towering over her. 

“I—what’re you…” she’s unable to move, trepidation creeping up her spine along with an odd form of intrigue making her respiration grow labored because he’s not exactly wrong.  

“Should we check?” he raises his brows.

“What— what are you doing?” she tries to take a hesitant step back, albeit uselessly when her back bumps against the wall. 

“That’s not a no,” he tilts his head, mocking her. And then he’s pushing his hand into her pants, past the waistband of her panties and feeling her out—fingertips finding the stickiness already there, causing her to let out a surprised gasp at the sudden pressure.

“Huh, look at that. Should’ve known you were a horny fuckin’ bitch when I first saw those stupid fake scared eyes, talking ’bout some ‘Rafe m’sorry please don’t hurt me I’ll do anything’ shit,” he raises his pitch to an overly girlish squeak, meant to patronize her—yet somehow, she can’t contain the whimper when he swipes a thumb over her clit.  

“Bet you’d like that though, wouldn’t you? If I hurt you, roughed you up a little, hm?” his heady breaths tickle her lips and it kindles a blaze deep in her tummy—arousing something novel, strange, unfamiliar. 

“Rafe…” she manages out, head spinning.  

“Tha’s right, say my fuckin’ name,” he’s chuckling as a digit slips down to prod at her opening before slowly pushing in—causing a faint whine to leave the gaps of her teeth. 

“So fuckin’ tight—been a while, huh? Not gonna lie been a while for me too…with all this shit with the cops haven’t exactly had the time to get my cock wet, you know? S’getting a bit frustrating, if m’being honest,” he rumbles mindlessly, too lost in inspecting her reactions to his fingers playing with her cunt to care about what he’s saying.  

She doesn’t respond—doesn’t think she’s physically able to when his thumbs over her swollen clit, leaving her dazed because she knows this is wrong, it’s so wrong yet she can’t deny how good it feels to have him touch her like this.  

“Now that m’thinkin’ about it, don’t think I’ve tried pogue pussy before, you wanna help with that?” his low drawl is nearly hypnotizing—turning her morals more and more hazy by the second before they evaporate into the tension-filled air surrounding them.  

“Rafe…I don’t—” 

“You’re soaked. When’s the last time you got fucked good?” he interrupts her.  

“I don’t...remember,” she mumbles out.  

“Don’t remember? Shit, puppy, no wonder you’re so wound up,” there’s a condescending lilt to his pity, making her whine when he drags his finger out before nudging it back in.  

“The guy I was with wasn’t, um, the best so…didn’t really wanna do it again and stuff,” she timidly admits.  

“You lettin’ a guy who can’t make you come between your legs? Such a shame, but not really surprised those pogue boys don’t know how to fuck—I’ll take care of it though, make you feel good, yeah?” his breathy promises try to coax her to give in. 

“Rafe, I don’t know…”  

“Listen, m’just sayin’…m’probably gonna be here for some time until everythin’ settles ‘n we gotta kill the time somehow, no?”  

“But this is wrong, you—you threatened to kill me,” she reminds him and herself with the remnants of her determination.  

“Yeah, yeah, that wasn’t very…nice, was it? But don’t act like you don’t want this. All m’sayin’ is that you’re the one dripping down my hand right now ‘n really, I’d be doin’ you a favor,” his crooked logic goes unnoticed by her when she slowly blinks up at him. 

“We really shouldn’t—” she’s interrupted by another digit squeezing into her achy cunt, making her moan out at the sudden stretch. 

“Don’t worry your little head over what we should ‘n shouldn’t do, alright? If you’re worried what your pathetic pogue friends might think, I don’t kiss ‘n tell. Can be our little secret, yeah?”

“Rafe, I don’t think we should…” she tries again. 

“Shh. What did I just tell you, hm?” he hushes her with the expanse of his palm pressing against her clit, making her suppress another whimper.  

“Promise to go slow?” she asks without a clue as to why she’s not trying to prevent this. What’s wrong with her?

“Of course,” his conformation doesn’t sound all too veracious when something hungry glints in his eyes.  

“You gon’ let a kook show you what you’re missin’ hm?” he rumbles before he’s pushing her onto the couch and following soon after—mouth sloppy as it molds over her own and tongue warm when it intrudes her mouth, before quick fingers fumble with his belt until he’s tugging on the zipper of his pants, making her eyes flicker down when he takes himself out. 

“You’re so big,” her rounded eyes stare at his cock, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip when she notices how it twitches in his hand in response.  

“Shit, you think it’ll fit?” he wonders out loud before he’s grabbing her hips and dragging her closer with strong arms. 

“I don’t know…” she trails off when he pulls down her shorts by the belt loops before the drippy tip is nudging at her entrance. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he murmurs, and then he’s tucking himself right into her weepy cunt.

She cries out at the overwhelming stretch as she tries to accommodate to his size—thankful he’s not pushing all the way in yet because she already feels so full she’s not sure how she’s supposed to take any more of him.  

“Fuck, you really are a tight little thing, huh? Relax, yeah?” he grunts before his mouth meets her neck, pasting wet kisses and letting the flat of his tongue lave over the sensitive skin there in an attempt to loosen her up. Then, he’s moving lower while his fingers pluck at the straps of her flimsy top—letting her tits out and taking a puffy nipple between his lips.

“Rafe…” 

“What? You want more?” there’s almost a primal urge in the way he pushes in deeper—forcing a loud noise to tumble from the back of her throat when he begins to fill her up to the hilt. 

“There you go, takin’ it like a good fuckin’ puppy, yeah?” he groans against her neck when her nails sink into his back, scratching downwards, sure to leave marks. Then he’s flipping her over onto her stomach with one swift movement before pushing all the way in once more—fitting snugly inside while her walls flutter around him. 

Because of the new angle, his cock is now poking at her insides as he shoves her face into the couch cushions with each jostle of his hips. And he’s not gentle, she’s not even sure he knows what the word means as he keeps stuffing her full over and over again—making her see stars when she can almost feel her orgasm on the tips of her fingers. She feels so good she thinks she’s going to pass out. 

“Such a dirty bitch, aren’t ya? Lettin’ a complete stranger fuck you like this in your own house?” a low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he keeps nudging at the spongy spot inside her while her loud moans echo around the room.

“Should stay here for longer, yeah? Jus’ fuck this tight little cunt whenever I get bored, hm?” he pants, mouthing at her neck while his thrusts begin to grow lazy.

And she has half the mind to agree.

[fee224]

Rafe comforting overlooked reader after a nightmare?

I’m obsessed with all your other writing! You’re doing amazing honey 💗💗

Thank you so much sweetie !!!

Bed terrors

Overlooked!Reader x Rafe Cameron

Clutching tightly onto your heart, trying to steady it while panicking about the freakishly fast pace. You silently weeped, wiping the continuous stream of tears down your face.

Your mind thinking of all the nice things, flowers and mr Simmons, baking and sundresses. But then you remembered what would happen if you woke rafe up, a harsh slap across your cheek, other body parts if you cried because it hurt, that’s what your father always did.

You wanted to go to the bathroom and calm yourself down, but your legs were shaking. You wanted to wake mr Simmons up and stroke him till you fell back asleep, but he was asleep downstairs on the sofa. You most of all wanted rafe to hold you, but he needed his rest, he has work tomorrow.

You’re head moved slowly, trying to see if rafe was asleep. He was. His body facing you and arm loosely around your lower stomach, how had you not realised? You gulped as you watched him, asleep and still, calm.

“S’the matter?” His voice husky and quiet, only audible against the dead silence. You bit your lip, rolling further into him and burying your face into his neck, trying to drown out your little whimpers.

“Baby? Are you crying..” he pulled his head back to look at you, reaching over you to turn fairy lights you had littered him bed with and brushed a rogue strand of hair behind your ear. All actions you were not expecting.

“No, just..” you stared up at him, lips twitching as you held in the dam of waterworks wanting to flood your face. “Got scared” you whispered, as he furrowed his eyebrows.

The dim cozy lighting glowed over your face perfectly, looking like some kind of distressed angel from rafes view as he sat against the headboard and petted your hair like some kind of kitty, staring up at him like if he could save you, like he could handle it.

“You wanna tell me?” He cooed, drawing the tiny voice out gently.

“I have a nightmare, a reoccurring one. Since I was small.” You avoided his eye contact, staring into his bare chest but clearly zoned out. “It’s childish, ‘bout a scary horse. But- I just, it makes me get freezed up.. when I was little I’d wake up crying, m’parents would be mad for disrupting them. It used to frighten me” you were now whimpering again on his lap, your throat croaky and sore from your tears.

“It’s never going to happen again, kay? In our house, you wake me up and I’ll make you feel better, no matter how long it takes” you nodded slowly, inching closer to his bare chest, your head in between his pecks while you rested your legs on top of his, dipping in the gap. He kissed into your hair till you fell asleep, keeping the fairy lights on and whispering small dotes. Your whimpers turning into one final light sigh.

- fee xxx

[mrsriddlenott]

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Ex-Sneaky Link!JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader

Adult AU, post season 4 by a year but I won’t be mentioning canon plot points bc of JJ’s s4 ending. Please point out any mistakes❤️

After months of hooking up with JJ in secret, you both began developing deep feelings for each other, but when his friends, Kie especially, learn of your relationship and plot on it’s downfall JJ leaves you reeling and confused as he enters a relationship with his best friend leaving you to wonder what you did to push him away so quickly. Unbeknownst to you however. the blonde was struggling more than he let on, wanting nothing more than to go his own path but feeling trapped with those who used to make him feel free. The only person he can think of now that makes him feel as open as he once did is….you.

Warnings: Angst, Emotional Cheating, ooc Kie(she really sucks for plot), Daddy issues mentioned, JJ’s confused asf.

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You jump as you step out of your bathroom to the sight of JJ Maybank sprawled across your bed spraying himself with your most expensive perfume.

“Jesus Jay you scared me, how did you get in here?” You ask, your voice breathless as you tug your fluffy robe over your revealing nightgown.

“Climbed,” JJ states with a smirk as though it was entirely acceptable, “you should really lock your window at night by the way.” He adds, flinging his legs off the side of your bed before hopping up to look around your room.

“Well I have never had a guy climb through my window in the middle of the night.” You state, slightly exasperated at the sight of him in your bedroom however at your words JJ’s smile only widens.

“Oh really? I’m the first to have that privilege then?” JJ laughs, looking to you over his shoulder for only a second before he’s turning to your dresser, opening the top drawer to snoop.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, your tone desperate as you hadn’t even heard from the blonde in over a month let alone actually seen him.

“Needed a place to crash, first thought was you.” JJ’s eyes avoid yours while he speaks, your eyebrows furrow at his nonchalant tone as though he hadn’t called off everything between you both right when you thought it might actually move past casual hook ups.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, does Kie know you’re here?” JJ scoffs, his eyes finding yours again, irritation evident in the way he stares back at you.

“I don’t know y/n, she knows she kicked me out of her place because I didn’t want to talk about getting in contact with Rafe fuckin’ Cameron for a job, left me alone outside her house like an idiot knowing I had nowhere to go.” He shrugs, turning to inspect your drawers further before you rush up and slam the second drawer shut, not letting him peak inside at your underwear. You shove him backwards with a glare while he eyes you, smirking with his hands up in mock surrender.

“Look Jay I don’t know what’s going on and I am really sorry but you should probably stay at John B’s or something.” His eyes dim, letting his hands drop to his sides, tugging his lip between his teeth and avoiding your eyes.

“You pissed him off too didn’t you?” You sigh, walking around him with a roll of your eyes. “Fine, but you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“I knew you couldn’t resist me for long.” You roll your eyes at his words, cheeks heating up at how desperate you must seem to him. Letting the man that led you on for months back into your life after he left you for someone so perfect. You and JJ were never official, so it’s not like you could be mad. You agreed to no strings attached and you honestly shouldn’t have been surprised when he said he didn’t want to continue what you had going. But you let yourself be convinced that with each night together getting longer, and each glance across the boneyard feeling deeper, something serious was growing. He made it official with Kie only a week after he stopped asking to see you and that’s when you realized you were just a distraction.

“Well, doesn’t seem like you have the same problem.” You feel the heat of his eyes on your back while you grab an extra blanket and pillow for him, tossing them on the ground with a huff before turning back to JJ trying to maintain a neutral expression, “You should probably leave first thing in the morning my mom doesn’t want guys over.”

“You’re an adult though?” JJ questions, trying to catch your eyes as you desperately avoid his while preparing for bed.

“An adult in my mother’s house.” You state, sliding into bed with your back to him, opting to keep your robe tightly wrapped around yourself despite the heat to keep everything more appropriate. JJ was now a taken man and even though a pang went through your chest at the thought you knew if you were Kie you would hate to learn he spent the night in another woman’s bedroom.

You listen to the way JJ shuffles around the floor trying to get comfortable, fighting the urge to turn around and invite him up just to know he would sleep well. Just knowing he was in the dim light of your dark bedroom for the first time, laying only a few feet away from you, was starting to drive you crazy, and you knew having him in your bed would not be a good idea.

No matter how long you waited for him to finally want to be.

As he lay there on the floor JJ’s eyes stayed locked on the ceiling and sleep avoided him, the thoughts of every night you two spent together rushing through his mind just like they had been for weeks on end. He wanted to tell you the truth but he couldn’t now, you would never believe him, it would sound like he was making up some quick excuse to get in your pants. He never wanted to end things, he wanted you as so much more than a hook up and his friends hated it. Kie hated it. And he didn’t know what to do, he ended things like they said he should and before he knew it Kie was kissing him and like the snap of a finger somehow they were “dating”. Part of him sometimes told him Kie planned this, planting doubt in the possibility of you and him being serious, but that just wasn’t who Kie was.

He could remember the day she found out about you and him, she was livid. She told him you were using him as a way to get over your daddy issues. That you wanted a man your dad would hate because maybe then he would pay attention to you and then you’d end up turning him into some kook and ruining who he was. That all he was to you was a conquest, to tame him until you could take him into your kook life.

But now that he was “with” Kie it seemed more like that was her plan than yours.

When the morning sun hit your eyes waking you up, you quickly noticed the blanket you lent JJ folded neatly with the pillow on top where they were before he used them. Part of you began to think it was all a dream before taking note of the unlocked window he must have used as his exit. You sighed, you knew he’d leave as you asked, he never overstepped like you thought he would before you knew him as well as you did now.

You had to try and stop your chest from feeling heavy at how easy it was for him to leave with no mark left to remind you of his presence.

Just like he left your life.

When you finally checked your phone you were shocked to see his name on your screen. A message from less than an hour ago stating simply.

Jay Thank you, and lock your window.

Catching yourself smiling at your phone you cursed, sending the message a thumbs up only, tossing your phone aside before locking your window and readying yourself for the day. Huffing as you went about your morning routine, getting ready for work and desperately trying steer your thoughts away from the rugged blonde you tried so hard to forget for so long.

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[Next Part]

I have been wanting to do a JJ story but I’m gonna keep the chapters short like this so I can keep up with them. This will be very angsty and there will be smut later on. This will be focusing on JJ and readers very confusing relationship as they both try and come to terms with how they feel about each other. But as if now JJ is dating Kie. And I love the canon Kie but I did not think I should try and write a full new Pogue for JJ to be manipulated by so this Kie is very much no like the canon Kie we know and love. John B and Sarah also later on act very much out of character but this is intentional.

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[softspiderling]

and I wish you wouldn't wait for me, but you always do | r.c.

summary:

“He always seems so rough, I guess I’m a bit surprised to see that he’s such a caring boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you correct her, reaching for her cigarette in her hand without asking, even though you are bumming it off of her. “We’re just friends.”

“Really?”

Avoiding Sofia’s inquisitive gaze, you look out to the pool, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Really. Just friends.”

“Huh.”

OR, everyone thinks Rafe refuses to commit to a relationship, even though you're the one with cold feet.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 1,5k

warnings: MDNI, mention of sex, but nothing too graphic

author's note: i just wanted to write a short drabble but it just kept going and i'm not sorry. hope you like it, make sure to leave a comment/reblog if you do, i always appreciate it and ily

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You hate hate hate the word situationship.

It's dumb, and it glorifies uncertain terms in relationships and it never ends well.

Unfortunately, you can’t really find another term for the thing you have with Rafe. It’s more than a friends with benefits thing, but definitely not a relationship. Everyone always thinks it’s because of Rafe; that he doesn’t want to commit to a relationship, commit to one girl, and you always laugh it off when someone asks about it, never really denying it, letting them believe that it’s Rafe’s fault for the vague label of your… Thing. It’s easier to let them think what they want instead of admitting that you’re the reason.

You don’t know why you’re scared. Clearly you have some underlying trauma or maybe it was your first boyfriend who treated you shitty, but you just don’t want to call Rafe your boyfriend. Though honestly, to everyone else, it kind of seems like he is.

At every party, the two of you are attached at each other’s hip. Hands linked, pushing through the crowd, while Rafe looks over his shoulder every minute to make sure you’re still safely behind him. On the couch, Rafe is nursing a drink, listening to Topper yap about his new girlfriend, his arm slung around your shoulder while you talk to your friend. You get to a party together, you leave together.

“You know, I think it’s really cute that Rafe seems so protective over you,” Sofia says.

You glance over at her, having snuck outside for a smoke - Rafe doesn’t like the smell of cigarettes, which is ironic, really - and having bumped into the bartender, you two shared a cigarette.

“He always seems so rough, I guess I’m a bit surprised to see that he’s such a caring boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you correct her, reaching for her cigarette in her hand without asking, even though you are bumming it off of her. “We’re just friends.”

“Really?”

Avoiding Sofia’s inquisitive gaze, you look out to the pool, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Really. Just friends.”

“Huh.”

You pass the cigarette back to her, hoping it would prevent her from talking any more, and it works. She doesn’t bring it up again.

A couple of hours later, you’re sitting in Rafe’s truck as he drives home. Home, as in his house. His hand is on your thigh, and you’re nearly dozed off, when he speaks up.

“Sofia asked me if I wanted to grab a drink with her.”

That got your attention.

You look over at him, blinking in confusion.

“Sofia Flores?”

“One and only.”

Your first thought is, bitch! Your second thought is, why am I getting mad? You swallow the lump that is forming in your throat and you shrug with your shoulders, leaning back in your seat.

“Okay… Where are you going to take her?”

Rafe doesn’t answer, and for a second you think that he might not have heard you before he clears his throat. “I’ll probably take her to the country club.”

“Uh-huh.”

You glance at him for a split second, before turning away to stare out of the window, frowning deeply. There’s something you want to say, it’s on the tip of your tongue, but before you can gather the courage to say it, Rafe pulls his hand away, the moment dissipating, leaving you simmering in anger, fighting with your emotions.

Despite the tension between the two of you, you still spend the night at his place. You still moan out his name as he fucks you from behind, tugging on your hair the way you like it. He still flips you around when you’re close, his eyes searching yours when you finally come, and you still close your eyes. After he’s finished, going to the bathroom to find a towel to clean you off, Rafe wraps himself around your backside, leaving warm kisses on your neck.

“About tomorrow-” he starts, but you break him off.

“Take her to The Summit,” you say. “She works at the country club, it’s weird if you take her there.”

“… Okay.”

You don’t say anything else, pretending that you’ve fallen asleep but you lay there, awake for hours with Rafe next to you. You hate the idea of Rafe going out with Sofia. She’s pretty. And nice. You could see him falling in love with her and it honestly bothers you more than you’d like to admit. There’s moments you’re so close to turning to Rafe, to tell him something, but you always chicken out. Somewhere during your 20th try, you finally fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you can tell that it’s past noon already, the sun already high on the horizon. The other side of the bed is empty, barely even warm anymore, which means Rafe must have been awake for a while now. Picking up a shirt of his that hangs over a chair, you traipse around to find your panties, tugging them on when Rafe walks into the bedroom, already dressed and ready to go.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you say, distracted, running your hand through your hair. “Do you want to get breakfast?”

“Actually I just wanted to tell that I was about to leave to go pick up Sofia.”

“Already?” you ask, confused, staring at him.

“Yeah, I thought it’d be nice to take her out on the boat.”

“Oh.”

Rafe looks at you. For a very long time. Daring you to say something, but you only look back at him, the lump in your throat returning. Neither of you says anything, so Rafe only nods, grabbing his keys from the dresser.

“You can hang out here if you want, eat something. Don’t know when I’ll be back though,” he said nonchalantly and you ball your hands into fists, not answering because you’re not quite sure if you can keep your voice even. Rafe walks towards the door, when you finally break out of your stupor.

“Rafe.”

He stops in his tracks, halfway out of the room, but he doesn’t look at you. Which honestly, makes all of this a little easier.

“Don’t go on that date.”

To your embarrassment, your voice cracks a little, but you clear your throat, playing it off. Rafe finally turns his head, his eyes finding yours and you manage to hold his gaze.

“Why?”

You roll your eyes with a scoff, having expected that he wouldn’t make it easy on you. Rafe is a proud man, and you… Hurt his pride. Unintentionally, but you did.

“You know why.”

“Say it,” Rafe demands, his forehead creasing. “You can’t keep doing this to me.”

Something broke inside of you, hearing him say it like that, and you take a deep breath as you approach him slowly, your hands shaking as you reach out to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

“I’m sorry…” You say. “I hate this… I’m really bad at this feelings shit, but… Don’t go.”

You can tell that Rafe is not entirely convinced, and you know what he wants you to say. Something that you’ve been keeping so closely to your chest, that you never dared to say it out loud, or even think about it, but you know that if you don’t say it now, you might never get to change to say it ever again.

“I love you.”

Rafe’s hands find your waist and the frown on his forehead disappears. Finally. “Took you long enough,” he grunts, still a little upset and the lump in throat starts to get smaller.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you mumble, hiding your face in his chest. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just scared.”

Rafe doesn’t say anything, a hand coming up to the nape of your neck, tilting your face up so that you’d look at him.

“I get it.”

He leans down to kiss you, and you melt into him, kissing him back, following his directions as he moves you backwards to the bed. You fall backwards on the bed, and Rafe cages you in, but before he can go any further, you stop him, pushing at his chest.

“What?” he says, still leaning in to find your mouth.

“What about Sofia?”

“Fuck Sofia,” Rafe mutters, sucking a hickey on your neck but you swat at him.

“Rafe, no. That’s mean, the least you can do is cancel.”

Rafe groans, drawing back to pull his phone out of his pocket to text Sofia. He shows you the text, raising his brows.

“You happy now?”

“Very.”

He tosses his phone on the bed behind you, and gets back to business, nosing along your clavicle. His phone vibrates, but neither of you pay it any attention, too focused on each other.

Rafe: Sorry, I gotta cancel. Hope you don’t mind.

Sofia: It’s okay, don’t worry about it.

Sofia: Hope you two figured it out.

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author's note: if you thought "this bitch knows nothing about situationships and smoking" while reading this, you're right! hope it's still accurate.

[itsgrimeytime]

show me || Rick Grimes (TWD)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

AVAILABLE ON AO3

dialogue prompts: “Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” (2) + “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same as I do, then I’ll leave you alone.”  (36) + “I’m tired of being on the sidelines.”  (43)

Summary: You and Rick had something, you weren't quite sure what it was. After a few drunken mistakes during one of the dinner parties at Alexandria, Rick wants to make things crystal clear.

TWS: TENSION, blood, gore, gun violence (violence in general), alcohol, drunkness, drunken kisses, kind of dark!Rick, jealousy, possessiveness, protectiveness, all things consistent with TWD.

[[A/N: The vibes are in with this one, girlies. Kind of listened to Boyfriend by Dove Cameron for this one. SO... Be ready for that. Thanks for reading!!! ]]

Your head hurt after the night before, you couldn't quite remember why. Well, other than the drinks.

It had been the first dinner party after Alexandria, you were nervous and just kept sipping. Somebody kept giving you more, even though, you remember distinctly Rick (big hands and blue, blue eyes) warding them off. They continued when he wasn't by your side -beer after beer and maybe something... else? You couldn't really remember.

You gathered pretty quickly that Rick was mad at you that day, something about the way he composed himself -the steaming rage enveloping him, and it only continued for days.

Day after day, and nothing. Usually, you could read him like a book, but now, all you got was well, that he was mad at you. Not even to get you started on the way everyone else was distinctively ignoring your questions like Rick had told them to.

So, you stepped out of your comfort zone -you went straight to the most honest Alexandrian you knew. Or the one who would speak to you over Rick's head -Deanna.

There was something deep in your chest that told you somehow this was betrayal, but you had been driven far past that point. (One blue-eyed glare and complete head turn to ignore you past that point.)

"Hey," you spoke, a little uneasy.

"Hello, Y/N!" she smiled, big and bright, "-I'm glad to see that dinner has been going so well-"

"That's actually what I was here to talk to you about," you echoed, direct in your tone, "-last dinner party, I... I don't remember what happened."

"Nothing bad, I can assure you," she hummed, continuing to walk down the street, "-I'm well aware of anyone overstepping."

"Right, well, I'm glad, but-" you spoke, a little impatiently -eyes darting around, "-I don't remember."

"Nothing wrong with getting a little drunk," she spoke, something in her shifting, "-we understand the change is-"

"Deanna," you interrupted with finality, "-please, just tell me what happened."

She paused in her steps, turning around to fully face you -head on, and something in you shrunk at her inquisitive gaze. She looked at you a bit like a puzzle for a moment, before her eyes seemed to light up in understanding like she knew exactly what the issue was.

"Let's..." she began, slowly, "-Let's talk inside, shall we?"

You merely followed her up the steps and into her house, like a sheep to its shepherd -you were desperate. If she could help, you would just about do anything.

"I was wondering just what was with him," Deanna muttered to herself, "-makes so much sense now."

She led you to her living room, where the room was much the same in her own home, but she had photos -framed and set pristinely of faces you didn't quite know. Ones you doubted you ever would.

"Sit," she motioned, "-we have much to discuss."

"Much?" you questioned.

"Well, no, it's-" she started, but faltered for a moment, "-rather complicated."

"Complicated?" you questioned further, raising your voice.

"Look, I'm going to just tell you to avoid any further confusion. You kissed someone, can't remember who now-"

You paused, faltering for a minute, "That's it?"

"Rick saw," she finished as if it was some big reveal.

You and Rick had a thing, a very slight thing that neither of you had really even commented on or talked about. Hell, you hadn't even kissed the guy, but there was something there, a deep buzz under your skin. And something in the apocalypse was something, sure, but not if he didn't talk to you about it. Not if he-

You stopped your train of thought, "So?"

"Aren't you-" she seemed to pause, being taken off guard, "-Aren't the two of you together?"

"I'm sorry?" you asked, "-No, we're not... not really. He doesn't- It doesn't matter, drunkenly kissing a guy is no reason to get this pissy."

"It is if you're together."

"Deanna," you started, "-don't push your luck. Look, I have to go sort this out, do you-"

"Oh, no, please," she answered, quickly, "-I can't get a word in with the man right now. Fix it, go."

That's how you wound up here, ready at his door -he couldn't ignore you at his own home. You'd get him to listen.

"Rick," you addressed, direct as soon as the door opened and you saw the blue of his eyes, "-hey."

He seemed to still at your voice -frozen for a moment, before wordlessly moving around the kitchen. He was gathering up dishes, at a sure pace before, but now he'd begun much faster. As if he was trying to get away from you.

"Alright, enough-" you said, waltzing up to him, and turning his face to yours, "-why are you mad?"

Rick looked at you for a moment, and something in you almost grew shy at the attentiveness. Blue eyes dashing along your face like you were fresh water and he had been stranded in the desert.

And then, he stopped. Lifting his soapy hands to take yours off his face -a slow, gentle movement. The opposite of someone mad, you noted.

"Do we need to talk 'bout this?" He echoed, a little helplessly if you were honest.

"I don't know," you answered, "-you tell me. Can you not be mad if we don't talk about this?"

"I'm not," he sighed, turning back to the dishes -this time doing them leisurely, "-I'm not mad. I just..."

"You just what?" You asked, pointedly.

"I just think you can choose better people to kiss," he grumbled out so low you weren't even sure you'd heard him correctly.

But something in you fired off like a rocket.

"Seriously?!" You yelled out, a sort of toned frustrated yell, but still a yell, "-you are pissed because you don't approve?"

"That's not-"

"Well, I got good news for ya, Sheriff, I don't even remember who I kissed last night-"

"That's because he made ya so drunk-"

"-And on top of that, I can kiss who I want, when I want. It's not like you have any control over that-"

"I want to," he grumbled out, even lower.

You stilled, "I'm sorry...?"

He didn't speak for a moment, washing the soap off his hands -you watched the water trail down to his elbow. Scrubbing away at the dish towel, he dried them and turned to face you.

Rick's steps were slow and sure, you could hear the clink of the tile under his boot. And your heart started pounding with anticipation, maybe he was mad. Why was he getting so close-

He was just in front of you now, finger trailed under your chin, "Tell me to stop, if you don't want this."

You turned your head down to look at the tile, something in your breath catching that you could barely breathe. You just needed a second-

He flicked your eyes back to him, and you could feel his breaths on your lips, "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel the same as I do, then I'll leave you alone."

"Rick-"

He raised an eyebrow, "I asked a question, Y/N."

"How do you feel?"

He roamed closer, eyes dashing between the two of yours and your lips, "I think you know, sweetheart."

You opened your mouth.

"But," he interrupted, "-if ya insist."

Rick pulled back slightly, hand leaving its trail to, instead, hold your wrists -gently, as his thumbs rubbed into your wrists. With another breath, he kissed your palms -pressing his lips there ever so slightly.

"I'm tired of being on the sidelines," he spoke, low and soft, "-I... I want it to be us. Together."

"Together?" You echoed.

"Like you stay in my house, you sleep in my bed, we go to dinners together instead of so... so far apart-"

"And you can tell me who to kiss?" You added, playfully.

"And I'm the only one you can kiss," he corrected with the smallest of grins, but there was something hard in his eyes. Something serious.

"So," you spoke, expectantly, "-kiss me then. So, I can see what I'm stuck with."

"Stuck?" He laughed, slowly leaning in, "-Oh darlin' you're gonna be far from stuck."

[jessmaybank]

My best friends brother series; Part 2 - Nothing good happens after 4am

Series masterlist

Outer banks masterlist

Pairing(s): Rafe Cameron x fem! Kook reader.

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: After doing your best to avoid him, tensions rise between you and Rafe at a kegger.

Warnings: alcohol use, swearing, SMUT, unprotected sex, Praise kink, Oral (f receiving), fingering, choking.

It’s been a week since you kissed Rafe at his house. The pain of your recent breakup seems little compared to the guilt that washes over you every day, knowing that Sarah would be so mad if she ever found out.

The day after, Rafe texted you saying that he’s not going to tell anyone about what happened. You were relieved to say the least, replying with a blunt thumbs up emoji. You haven’t spoke since.

You have avoided going over to the Cameron house, scared to face Rafe and his cocky self. The worst part though, was that even though you would never admit it, one kiss with Rafe had made you forget about your ex completely.

Instead, your mind was consumed in everything Rafe Cameron. The way his eyes would darken as he gazed at your own, the way his veiny hands would trace painfully slow circles on your thigh, making you so aroused. Even the way he-

“Earth to Y/N! What’s up with you” Sarah says, nudging your shoulder as you sit next to each other in class.

“Sorry, just daydreaming. Always happens when I’m tired” you lie. If only she knew you were imagining how her brothers hands felt wrapped around your neck as he pounded into you.

“Are you coming to the kegger tonight? It’s supposed to be the biggest one yet” she exclaims.

“That’s what they say every time Sarah” you scoff.

“I’ll take that as a yes. You can stay round mine after, I know what your parents are like” she replies.

Before you could protest, the bell rings to signal the end of the class, and Sarah shoots out of the class room. Shit.

Later that night, you were stood in front of the mirror checking yourself out. You decided to ditch your normal summer dresses and wear something a bit more…slutty. Instead, you settled for a tight pink satin dress that you borrowed from Sarah ages ago. If you were going to spend the night stressed out, at least you would look good doing it.

You got a lift to the party with JJ and the other pogues, your heart racing as your were anticipating the night to come. luckily, John b brought some drinks which helped you calm your nerves.

An hour into the party and you were actually having a really good time. Thankfully, it seemed Rafe and the others decided not to come.

That was, however, until you made your way over to the keg to get another drink. As you poured your drink, you felt a pair of hands snake their way around your waist.

“What the fuck” you say, turning around to realise it’s none other than Rafe, his large frame peering over your petite one.

Rafe’s bold move proved to be no suprise to you, he’s the type of person that when he knows what he wants, he takes it. And In this case, he wanted you.

“Missed me?” he says, a smirk painted on his handsome face.

“Are you crazy? What if someone sees us” you say, concern laced in your voice.

Rafe rolls his eyes as he retracts his hands from you, putting his hands in his pockets instead. You never knew someone rolling their eyes could be so sexy, but here he was.

As tempting as he was, and god was he tempting, your friendship with Sarah meant more to you than sex with some kook who would probably just fuck you once and then never speak to you again. You knew better than that.

“Rafe, listen to me. What happened last week was a one time thing, and a mistake. Just leave me alone, okay?” You protest, storming off to find your friends.

You hoped he got the message, but unfortunately your hopes were crushed when you received a text 5 minutes later.

Rafe Cameron: you look so sexy when your angry.

You scoff at your phone, which the pogues take notice of.

“What’s up?” Pope says.

You debate telling them everything, maybe they would understand?

“Nothing, just work. They’ve given me shifts all weekend” you lie, deciding you were in too deep to come clean now.

You managed to avoid him for the rest of the night, and when you and Sarah stumbled back to the Cameron house, you were thankful he wasn’t back yet.

You woke up in the spare room at about 4am, desperate for something to quench your thirst. You decided the only option was to tip toe downstairs and get a drink from the kitchen, surely everyone is in bed sleeping right now.

So that’s what you do. You wonder downstairs in one of Sarah’s baggy t shirts and drink what felt like a gallon of water. You were half way through your second glass when the lights flicker on.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone” you say, looking up at Rafe as he walks towards you. Your sleepy state making you more moody than usual.

“I don’t know if you forgot, but this is actually my house” he replies sarcastically with a small chuckle.

The blue eyed boy standing in front you represented everything you hated. Greed, selfishness and everything in between. So why is my heart racing right now?

You glare at his smugness, and try to shove past him to head upstairs. To your dismay, he stops you.

“Has anyone ever told you you’ve got a bad attitude” he tuts, removing the glass from your hand and setting it on the counter, before returning his hands to your waist for the second time tonight. He towers over you easily.

The answer to his question was no. Usually, your a very polite girl who hates confrontation. Rafe just brings this side out of you, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Your thoughts were interrupted as he pushes you against the counter, a small gasp leaving your mouth.

“I wanna fuck it straight out of you” he says, his blue eyes burning with desire.

“I can’t, i-“ your words were interrupted as Rafes lips met your neck, peppering light kisses and occasionally nipping at your skin.

That was all it took for your defences to come crashing down before him. You were completely and utterly burning for him. Maybe you didn’t have the self control you once thought you had.

Rafe grabs your neck and smashes his lips onto yours. This time, the kiss was anything but gentle. His tongue roamed around your mouth with want and need, and the passion was something you had never quite experienced before.

You pulled at his dirty blonde locks as your tounges fought for dominance, neither of you wanting to submit to the other.

Hungry for more, Rafe pulls down your panties and abandons them on the kitchen floor, before lifting you up onto the counter in one swift motion.

He peppers sloppy kisses down your neck and your chest, before reaching the place your burning for him the most, spreading your legs apart for him.

“So fucking wet for me” he hums, the flirtation in his voice sending waves throughout your body. Why does something bad always feel so goddamn good.

His tongue teases your clit as he peers up at you, watching the way your mouth opens and your back arches at his actions. The eye contact alone could make you cum right there and then.

He quickly inserts two fingers into you, the action making you cry out in pleasure.

He stands up as he continues pumping in and out of you, using his free hand to cover your mouth.

“Shh princess, wouldn’t want my sister to know how good I’m making you feel right now, would we?”

You shake your head, unable to form a reply as he hits spots in you no one else ever has.

“So good for me” he teases, watching your fucked out state beneath him.

You whimper as his fingers leave your core, which he chuckles at. He quickly removed his shorts and underwear, his cock springing out as your eyes slightly widen, gazing at the way pre cum was spilling out of him. He was a lot bigger than you imagined.

He wasted no time in pushing his pulsing cock into you. Your mouths both fall open as he fucks you, a string of moans and curses leaving you both at the overwhelming pleasure. his fingers entering your mouth to stiffle your moans once again. You can taste your arousal on his fingers, turning you on even more.

You don’t even care that anyone could walk down any minute and see him pounding into you, including Sarah. If anything, it’s making you want him more.

“Shit, Rafe” you moan, although your words are muffled by his fingers.

“So fucking tight for me, my good little girl” he says. The way your clenching around him has him feeling pure ecstasy right now.

He removes his hand from your mouth, bringing it down to your neck and squeezing before kissing you again. The kisses were sloppy, but perfect.

You can feel yourself starting to come undone as he fucks you into oblivion, the pleasure bringing you to a new high.

“Fuck I’m ganna-“ your cut of as your orgasm washes over you, your legs shaking as you bury your head in Rafes neck to stop your moans.

The way you clench around him sends Rafe over the edge as his hot cum spills inside of you, riding you through your high.

Yours and Rafes heathy breathing fills the silence in the room as he pulls out of you, resting his forehead against your own.

After a moment, Rafe breaks the silence with possibly the cockiest thing you’ve ever heard him say.

“See, the attitudes gone. All you needed was my cock inside of you” he whispers, his signature smirk returning to his tired face.

He leaves you there as he returns to his room, his cum spilling down your legs as you try to gather your thoughts.

What the hell have i just done.

[all-pacas]

If Chase and Cameron were still together when Chase gets stabbed, how do you think Cameron would handle that?

horribly.

cameron is absolutely driven by her fear of loss, right? this is why she struggles to commit, to open up, why she runs so fast and so hard: she already lost one husband, she already watched him die; it is heavily implied that her dead husband was also not her first major loss in life.

and i'm not overstating this fear - we see it in early seasons whenever cameron has to face death as a concept, but we also see it in how her various control issues: quitting her job in s1 when she feels rejected, avoiding commitment and opening up not because she doesn't want it, but because giving yourself to someone opens you up to losing them. we see it in her absolute panic attack over kutner's death (and the way she reacts by becoming so afraid of losing chase she pushes him out of her life first), in the way she moved to arizona after her husband died and to chicago after her divorce. cameron does not take loss well. she does not take rejection well. she does not take losing well.

so imagine a s8 where cameron and chase never split up. they've been together 5/6 years at this point. they could honestly have a kid at this point. and in the space of about ten seconds, all of that is nearly taken away. if adams hadn't been there, if chase hadn't gotten stabbed in the ICU, he absolutely would have died. no question. and maybe even worse, it would have been so quick cameron wouldn't have even known -- even though he survives, cameron wouldn't have known until later, it was all that quick. so she's going to find out and just break down, i think. every single trigger she has: loss, abandonment, plus almost losing her partner, plus not being able to do a damn thing to help or stop or prevent it? this is like the perfect storm of things to give cameron a breakdown!

the good news is, chase-the-episode would go way differently. no way chase gets away with being sulky and mad and in a bad mood, cameron is gonna glue herself to his side and get him through all his PT and maybe punch house on his behalf, lmao. i bet she absolutely compensates by getting super aggressive and overprotective, and lbr, deep down i think chase is super into that.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒞𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉

ik im more of a rafe girlie but hes too fine sorry

MDNI, 18+

Warnings- season 3 jj (he’s 19), !Cameron!reader, kook!reader, secret relationship, surprise surprise getting caught and interrupted

A knock on the door and a text from your boyfriend had you running down the stairs.

Rafe began to walk down the stairs when you shouted “I got it!” And then he went back up, closing his bedroom door.

“Jj, what the fuck are you doing here?!” You asked hurriedly, ushering him into the house, glancing around and practically dragging him upstairs into your room.

“Can’t even see my girl now?” He teased, you rolled your eyes and shut the door.

“If anyone sees you here-“

“I know, I know, I’m gonna get my ass beat.” He rolled his eyes. “We’re adults, seriously, I mean your brother should just let you be already.”

“You know how he is, jj.” You spoke, sitting on the bed.

“Unfortunately, I do.” He sat on your bed, closely to you as he looked around the room.

“And I can’t just leave him, not after what happened.”

Jj swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding. “Yeah. I know.”

It was silent for a little until he broke it again.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Sorry I haven’t come over, he’s been on my ass.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “When’s he not?”

“Never.” You replied, a small smile on your face as he got even closer, putting his lips onto yours, his hands making their way to your face, cupping it.

His lips moved against yours, he slid his tongue into your mouth, and slowly pushed you down onto your bed.

He was on top, never letting his lips leave yours, his hands wandered down your body and you let out a breathy moan when his hand traveled down, underneath your shorts, and cupping your clothed pussy.

“Hey, y/n, did you take my fuckin’ stash? I’ve been lookin’ all morning-“ a voice spoke. Rafe. His voice faltered when he looked up from his phone and saw a patch of blonde hair on top of his sister, shoving his tongue in your mouth.

You yelped, practically throwing jj off of you and he looked around the room, avoiding Rafe’s gaze as he stood up.

Rafes jaw clenched, he stood in front of the doorway.

“Well, this was truly lovely. I will uh, call you later. Excuse me, if you don’t mind-“ Jj spoke, trying to get past Rafe’s body. Rafe glared at him, putting his hand out and stopped Jj from leaving.

“Right. Well, uh, I can explain.” He snapped his fingers.

You looked at jj, mentally faceplaming. Idiot.

“You see, me and your sister were just-“

“Say one more word Maybank and I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Noted.” He mumbled.

“What the fuck, y/n?! You’re sneaking pogues into the house now?”

“Rafe-“

“No, I don’t wanna fuckin’ hear it!” He shouted.

“Don’t get mad at her, c’mon dude-“ Jj started, rafes glare going back to him now.

“I’m gonna fuckin-“ rafe said, moving to attack Jj. You shouted Rafe’s name and held him back, telling him to go back to his room, he slammed the door and paced around his room now. His sister was fucking Jj Maybank.

You looked back at jj now, panting and holding the door shut.

“Least I didn’t get beat up.”

[princessbrunette]

Okay so I know we usually talk about how the reader doesn’t like rafe fighting and how she’s usually scared when he loses his temper like that buuuuuuuuuuuut what if one time the complete opposite happens. Rafe and her are out at some party and some guy can’t keep his eyes of her, constantly trying to get close to her to the point that she even notices and gets uncomfy. He was already on Rafe’s radar but as soon as he picks up on the fact that his princess is uncomfortable he just sees red and basically jumps this guy in the middle of the party. Rafe knows how you get when he fights and he’s expecting to have make it up to you in more ways than one but when you get home and he’s still bloody and dishevelled you basically pounce on him as soon as you’re through the door, completely throwing him off guard. And you’re just kissing him and moaning about how much you like watching him protect you and he’s just got the biggest smirk like “yeah baby, you like watching daddy do that?” and you just grab his hand and bring it under your skirt, letting him feel how wet your panties are, just looking up at him with big doe eyes. He’d be trying not to bust then and there🥰💕💖💘

my tail started wagging

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just rafe approaching the guy, confidently spinning his smaller body around by his shoulders and patting his chest. “y’talking to my girl?” he squints, malicious smile playing at his mouth.

the boy smirks, knowing he’s been caught but trying to play it off anyway. rafes already made up his mind. “nah bro, s’not like th—”

his words at cut off by the beer bottle in the cameron’s hand colliding with the guys head, smashing into pieces as he falls. gasps fill the room as rafe ever so nonchalantly scratches his chin, climbing over the boys body to hover over him, clutching his shirt as he splutters. “oh so you’re gonna lie to my face, okay—” he pummels his fist into the boys jaw.

“no i—”

“i really don’t care what you have to say.” he gets in another punch before topper and kelce haul your boyfriend up by the arms, pulling him back. rafe shoves them off, dusting his hands down his jacket. “i’m good! i’m good.” he breathes, shaking himself off, blood splattered on his cheek, looking round at everyone’s shocked gaze. “shows over, alright?” he swivels his head, looking for you before he spots you by the door, twiddling with your hair unsurely, big wide doe eyes fixed on him.

shit, he was in for some grovelling.

“hey lets uh— let’s get out of here okay? let’s go.” he makes an effort to be extra gentle as he guides you by the lower back out and away from the party. he waits for the tears on the drive home, but they don’t come. infact, he’s avoiding your gaze in the car— white knuckles gripping the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. he feels you looking at him, and he’s trying not to imagine the look of fear or disgust.

“y-you know i did what i had to do— if you don’t show these guys who’s in charge they just — they think you’re a bitch— think they can just come and take what they want n’i’m not gonna let them do th—”

“rafe it’s okay.” your voice is soft as velvet, cutting him off completely. something must be up, you must be mad or something. he stays silent in thought for the rest of the drive.

he steps through the front door to your empty house, closing the door softly and he looks a little lost, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. luckily, you make a move, wrapping your arm around his neck bringing him in for a kiss.

he doesn’t expect it, and certainly doesn’t expect the way your tongue languidly rolls over his, a quiet moan falling into his mouth. “need you…” you whisper against his mouth and he pulls back, his hands hovering either side of you.

“woah woah— w-wait a minute. what’s going on?” he breathes and you blink up at him, doe eyed and guilty.

“love when you protect me, daddy…” you mewl, shyly and slightly ashamed. his eyes are still wide and bordering on horrified.

“uh— since when?”

“since now…” you gently take his wrist, guiding his hand up your skirt, your own fingers on your free hand peeling your panties aside to push his through your soaked folds. your lashes flutter at his touch, lips parted.

“me beating that guys ass really did it for you, huh?” he drawls, finally catching on as he stares down his nose at you.

“mhm!”

he spins the two of you around so that he’s pressing you to the door, rubbing his fingers through your mess. “s’kinda filthy, don’t you think baby? i mean i was just doin’ my job as your boyfriend…n’you’re here gettin’ off on that shit?”

“i know.” your voice comes out a whisper, shaking and embarrassed. he pecks at your jaw, nearly your mouth but not giving you what you want.

“yeah… just need daddy to protect you, that right? so fucking weak.”

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[rafesapple]

bad reviews (loosely based off bad reviews-sabrina carpenter)

rafe cameron x sensitive peony reader

warnings

cursing, dr\/g mentions,rafe cameron

You had been dating Rafe for..6 months at this point..? Your friends and even people you barely knew always told you about the bad news of Rafe. Things such as “Rafes an alcoholic..Rafe just a nepotism baby..blah blah..” and of course his history with other women. But you had never really dated around a lot.. sure you thought you had boyfriends but you lost them…after all, it’s not like they ever asked you to date truly…

After stepping out of the shower, you start your routine hearing the front door open meaning he was home. You gently place your face mask on your skin, then continuing to lotion your body in that scent Rafe, oh so loved. You look up seeing him enter the room smiling gently “Your home…” he placed his wallet down, then getting on his knees “mm hey love…” he groaned out tiredly. “how was your day..?” you asked as you kept rubbing it in, you could tell Rafe wanted to hold you in his arms, smelling the lotion you had on as he spoke to you about his day. But he had been outside most of the day, he couldn’t get you all dirty. “busy.” he paused in his words watching you get up slipping on your robe, then clearing his throat as he stood up “I'm gonna go take a shower right quick, y’mind?” you smile “mm I’ll start dinner.”

You slipped into the kitchen starting to pull out ingredients for dinner, you see rafe’s phone lighting up. You shouldn’t have looked but..come on.. You quietly read over the message ‘Where the hell are you.’ you look upstairs still seeing the bathroom door closed and the water still running. You unlock his phone going through to the phone number. Oh. It was something about a deal..? What the-

You jump feeling rafe’s hands on your hips “What are you looking at.” you quickly go to your contact “N-nothing..just uh. seeing if something I sent went through.” you choked out, Rafe raised his eyebrow as he grabbed for it “hm. alright, what are you fixing..?” he asked as his hands found his way back to your hips. Just don’t think about it, it’s probably spam… you convinced yourself “Just something simple.” you smiled as you continue

Later that night you had fallen asleep much quicker than Rafe..though when you woke up at..around 2 am Rafe was no longer in bed “Rafey..?” you quietly called, you pouted as you got up from the pink floral blanket. You slipped into your slippers tiptoeing downstairs. As you got to the middle of the staircase you can see him at the front door with..well what seems to be a pouge..? “I fucking told you, don’t show up in the middle of the night to my house.” he quietly yelled assuming you were upstairs still asleep.

You see the man hand a baggie to him, then Rafe handing money “This ain’t enough.” the man argued, “I'm giving you what you asked for, now get off my property.” Rafe yelled at the man, though he still wouldn’t leave you see Rafe pull out a gun and after a few moments the man left. You hiccup causing him to look at the stairs, your eyes widen as you look dead at him then running back to the both of yours room. “fuck-you weren’t..baby-!” you heard him speak as he ran upstairs and you came to the door.

You close the door but of course..you’d forgotten to lock it. He opens the door, immediately dropping the gun and baggie “Sweetie.” you continue hiccuping, a bad habit he had come to know when you were anxious. he stepped over slowly seeing you on the bed avoiding him. he gently wrapped his arms around you “When’d you get up..” he muttered gently, you hiccup then choking out your words “What were you doing.” “Answer my question first then I’ll answer you.” your eyes came to look up at him while biting your lip, and he gently moved your lip away from your teeth. “hm..?can you do that..?”

“i only woke up a little while ago..” you sniffled holding in your tears, he sighed holding you tighter in his arms “I'm not mad at you, baby.. I'm really not..” he muttered kissing your forehead. You should..just leave him but you love him so much. You can’t lose him..he’s your first real boyfriend. So you caved in telling him while you cried and cried, with him comforting you.

[lowkeyrobin]

JJ MAYBANK ; replacement

summary ; the falling out of two pogues

warnings ; language, shit talking, fighting, reader has a slight southern twang in voice, cringe 😔

track ; if i were the devil, colby acuff

work count ; 1.4k

masterlist ; part two

You collect sea shells along the beach while JJ surfs far out in the water. This was your way of bonding with him now that John B and Sarah were gone.

He didn't talk as much to you as he used to, but he still took the time to hang out with you, Kie, and Pope at least. He was just depressed about John B being gone, and you totally understood. Everyone copes in their own ways.

Now, you sit in the sand, enjoying the salty air against your face as you watch JJ wash to the shore again. He picks up his board and unstraps his foot from the little device and walks over to you, hand outstretched to pull you up.

You take his hand with a little smile, the seashells in your pockets clinking and clanking as you walk away from the water.

"John B would've loved those waves"

Of course, your friends were caught up believing Sarah Cameron and John B were still out there, having been sent texts from random numbers claiming to be them.

You sit on a log next to one of the campfires, located far enough away from the water. Your guitar lays in your arms as you strum the strings, lightly singing along as you play the melody. You don't really know these people, and you're kind of uncomfortable, but they're chill with you for now. They appreciate art when they see it.

JJ was the first to call you a dumbass about it, deadass. The fact that you'd think that the pair were dead before thinking they were okay was insane to him. Then that started an argument, and now you were taking it out on your music while you could see them devising a plan down by the water.

You'd never been the type to be fooled easily or quickly trust someone or something, it was no shock you didn't believe them, even after seeing the texts for yourself. You were the only one to not receive a message from them, which was why you were so skeptical.

You knew John B knew your number by heart, having to call you over payphones when he got in trouble or lost his phone for the millionth time that day. It happened like clockwork. Why would he forget you?

You stand up, whistling along to yourself.

You think about how JJ yelled at you. So much for the best friend title. What a shitshow.

Kie and Pope just sat back and watched, they didn't do a thing.

JJ was known for little outbursts and tantrums, but you'd never seen him so mad. He looked at you like a thousand suns burned in his eyes.

He didn't tower over you physically, but mentally, it felt like it, it sounded like it. You'd never seen him so angry over something so small, which obviously made you fight back about how he needed to calm himself down about it. He just about lost it after that, with Kie and Pope standing off to the side unknowing of what to do as he threw a glass cup at you.

You stared at him with that familiar reminiscence that he for sure felt as well. You were JJ in this universe now, and he played the role of his father.

You jumped and stepped away to avoid the explosion of fragile glass and looked back up at him, your eyes swallowed by fear, pupils dilating. He was silent and still, probably realizing how he'd blown things out of proportion. He wasn't able to say anything or call for you as you ran outside and jumped onto your bicycle, trying to run away as fast as possible, in fear he'd run after you.

In fight or flight, you picked flight, you were outmatched in that case scenario.

Pope ran out after you but was unable to catch up or make you stop with his desperate calls. He stops in his tracks, a few yards away from the front of the house. He watches you travel away, using all the might left in your legs to get away as fast as you could.

You reminisced how close you were with JJ before John B went missing, even before all the treasure shit. You used to go driving around at the dark and enjoy nature and vent to each other before you hurt someone or yourselves. But now, it was like everything you'd built was just... gone.

You stand on the beach, venting out your feelings as you stare daggers into the back of JJ's head, standing down the beach about ten or twenty yards.

"I watched the flames in your eyes burn like hellfire"

You circle around the little bonfire, then move towards the largest one towards all the people, tourons, kooks, and pogues alike.

"The devil walks among us friends, I know this is true"

You notice Kie turn to look at you, happily enjoying yourself with the large crowd of strangers, quietly listening to you out of earshot. She turns back to the two boys, listening as they speak.

"One thing that I know, we need to take a look around. If I were the devil, this world would be my playground"

You strum the strings of your guitar, glancing up at the people singing along and watching and even recording you. You look up, using a slight form of acting to act out your words, furrowing your brows.

"As I place that thorny crown on my furrowed brow, well, I'd shine in all the tears of joy, yelling from the crowd"

You continue, aware of the strangers actually recording you, hoping they wouldn't post you online, although you know they would without your consent. Maybe it was just the fact you were a walking jukebox or your weird accent, but they genuinely seemed to enjoy it. Scarily enough, that included the weirdo Topper, too.

You quickly look away, not trying to interact.

"If I were the devil, this world was mine to see. Well, I'd witness all the atrocities, and it'd probably frighten me"

Your voice shakes a bit, looking over to see Pope, Kie, and JJ looking at you, probably listening.

"So I'd run back home with a story to tell. I'd tell all my demons friends that I always preferred Hell"

They must've heard you with that one. JJ furrows his brows while Kie shows the same, more lighthearted facial expression while Pope looks up at you with a visible apology as he catches your eye. JJ is the first to start making his way towards you as you talk to a group of three Pogues who'd been recording you, who genuinely wanted to share your talent online. They were also trying to use you as a jukebox, which didn't mind, since the Kooks' bluetooth speaker died long ago and music was needed at the moment.

The blonde quickly pulls you around by your shoulder, making you nearly hit him with the neck of your instrument. You jump out of your skin in surprise, then look at him, furrowing your brows.

"Fuck's up your ass? Replacing us already?" He asks in an intimidating tone.

You roll your eyes and turn back to the three pogues, apologizing before dragging him down towards the water for some privacy. Kie and Pope watch in the distance out of earshot, working as your body guards in case a physical fight starts.

"'Fuck's up my ass?' Are you kidding, JJ? Just leave me alone, okay? You're acting like I dedicated that shit to you, it's a song, get over yourself!"

"Get over myself? Says the one who ran away earlier! John B is alive, we're going to go save him, Y/n."

"Piss off"

You angrily walk back up the sandy beach, returning to the pogues with a smile. "Sorry about that. What were you saying before we were interrupted?"

JJ looks on in astonishment, Kie and Pope approaching to make sure he was slightly okay after that.

"Fuck them"

The trio glance at each other awkwardly.

"Where's Y/n?" John B asks in concern, gasping for air, looking back up at JJ, Kie, and Pope.

"Long story, we'll tell you later" Kie quickly speaks

"Are they okay? Did something happen?" Sarah asks, voice shaking a bit in worry.

"Oh, no, no, they're fine!" Pope exclaims, raising his hands up a bit as he speaks with body language. "Uh, there was just some... technical difficulties"

JJ scoffs, "Technical difficulties as in they replaced us"

"JJ!" Kie slaps the blonde's arm, eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm speaking the truth, Kie! They replaced us, they're done with us, get it through your head!"

[lilo-jacos]

Next gen headcaonns

Some people get mad at me when I mention things that don't actually happen in the canon universe so for those people, this is your warning. I have kids for a LOT of characters and I will be naming them for both true-to-books and my version. ALSO. I will only be using canon endgame couples and characters for sake of avoiding confusion. (It's pretty long so I cut it for people who aren't interested and don't want to scroll through)

Red Queen Next Generation Headcanons!

Farley and Shade - Their kids would grow up to help out with the Scarlet Guard, that's where they grew up and what they're comfortable doing. They went from loving helping Mom at work, feeling important, then to it being their chores, then they have their own assigned roles as per their request. The family's whole theme when they were growing up was bunny stuffed animals and decorations since Shades nickname was Rabbit (for his jumping abilities) and he wanted to pass it down to his girls.

(Canon: Clara Farley. My version WHERE SHADE IS ALIVE AND WELL: Clara Mae Farley-Barrow, Madeline Taylor Farley-Barrow)

Maven and Iris (if they were to have kids) - Maven had names for his kids from when he was younger even if he wasn't always dreaming of being a dad like Cal was. They would raise their kids to be leaders, keep more to themselves, they would think of lying as twisting the truth in benefit of the ones you love. Having kids wouldn't be as much as a want for them as it would be to carry on the bloodline but if he ever was a father he would take care to be better than his own.

(Names: Ava for a girl, Ivan for a boy)

Mare and Cal - Their kids would be extra adventurous, each would have their own different personalities. For the sake of this being my post I'm going to go into their kids in my version but if you like the canon Marecal kids (Coriane and Shade) then you can pick and choose which personality fits them in your own mind🤭 They have the last name Jacos because I feel like Cal would be more comfortable taking on his mothers last name than keeping Calore.

Willow Thea Jacos: Adventurous, collects everything, loves animals, very clumsy, social butterfly.

Archer Zion Jacos: More shy, loves Mare more than anything, kind, loves to cook and help out with everything in the house whether it be help with meals or watch his siblings.

Cooper Max Jacos: Absolutely wild... He's Mare and Cal only adopted child, he's a silver with not being their biological son, he loves dinosaurs and feels like he always has a sugar rush. They thought he would be their last kid.

Kaia Stormi Jacos: Mare found out she was pregnant with Kaia two weeks after bringing Cooper home... Their last little surprise💀 and lets just say that having Storm as her middle name fits her because she is their most picky kid, she's a major daddy's girl- only likes being around Cal and Archer- fusses over so much. She truly is the most spoiled princess (she's still sweet, she's just fussy about it) people make fun of the name Stormi but Mare thought it was cool and she was already kind of done with having kids so she was like "yeah whatever I do what I want, it's cool"

Kilorn and Cameron - They would both be really playful with their kids. Cam gets annoyed easily but she would have a patience for her kids and only her kids. They would definitely have an infinite collection of pool floaties and have a beach house. Kilorn was always set on having two kids so they wouldn't grow up alone. They would be adopted to live out Kilorns dreams to give other kids a home like the Barrows did for him.

(Names: Crew Atlas Warren, Elijah Oscar Warren)

Eve and Elane - Cat moms. I can't see them having kids for themselves but would definitely be aunts to friends and siblings kids and take them on wild adventures undoing all the "good morals" they were taught. The cat names are all after some kind of alcohol.

Julian and Sara - They always wanted kids but just took in Cal as their nephew as he grew up so they thought they wouldn't have one since when they finally got together it was later in their lives. Then, they adopted a four-year old girl once Cal helped them get a house and steady situation.

(Name: Quinn Elena Jacos)

Bree - Both Bree and Tramy have kids with my original characters but I thought I'd mention them for fun. Bree has one boy with his ex-girlfriend. He's a good uncle so you just know he's an even better dad. He raises him to be so playful and they live in different households for half the week but he still wants them to be close.

(Name: Kouvr Marshall Barrow - Cove-er)

Tramy - Tramy got married and he and his wife wanted to mainly keep eyes on their hobbies but still wanted at least one kid. Unfortunately, they were dealing with infertility issues. Tramy has always wanted a daughter but was still so happy when his son came home after adopting. Four years later his wife finally became pregnant and they welcomed their baby girl... Yes, she has Tramys red hair.

(Names: Jacob Noble Barrow, Mila Brynn Barrow)

Possible Changes (Help me out!!)

- I like the idea of Kilorn having two sons more than one boy and one girl, thoughts?

- Do we like the name Mila for Tramys daughter? I'm also thinking Skylar or Amara

- I think Gisa would be fantastic mom (in the future obviously) but I personally haven't created any kids for her and also I think she would be focused on her business. And having all those nieces and nephews I think she's good without them.

[maybankswife]

Falling for him part 1

JJ Maybank x Fem Kook Reader

slight Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook Reader

Summary-

You and Sarah have been best friends for years, but soon its all about to change.

Warnings-

Swearing, mentions of weed, unedited work

A/N:

Just letting you guys know,

F/L/Y/N stands for the First letter of your name, so when I was talking about the necklaces this is what I meant, I completely forgot to put the meaning of it when I posted earlier!!!

“Workers of the world unite!” JJ yelled out from across the party, his arm up in the air and his hand wrapped around his wrist.

You turned around, your long navy-blue dress flowed freely. Your hair was put up in a y2k styled half up half down, your body was laced with gold jewelry dangling on your flesh. You could see Kiara and Pope running out of midsummers, met with JJ and John B. You watched, and had no idea what was going, you made your way over to your best friend Sarah. You saw her, watching in awe as the Pogues departed from midsummers.

“What’s going on?” you asked her, she lifted an eyebrow at you. confusion painted on her face.

“I don’t know Y/N” she said, she sounding annoyed. You scoffed at her. You knew she had gone to the mainland with John B a few days ago, why was she lying to you about it?

“Stop lying Sarah, you went to Charleston with John B a few days ago” you had to yell over the loud music, and overlining conversations. She grabbed you by the wrist and started dragging you to a quieter spot, further away from the hustle of the party.

“Why does it matter?” she asked you, crossing her arms and leaning up against a pillar.

“It doesn’t” you shouted back, “I just want to know what’s going on” you sighed, you hadn’t spoken to Sarah the whole party, and she had been avoiding you and not answering your text messages.

“Do you promise to not get mad?” she questioned you again, you looked at her. Your eyes met hers, she looked anxious to say whatever it was that was about to fall out of her mouth. You nodded and waited for her response.

“I went to the mainland to help John B with something” she cleared her throat “and we may or may not have kissed” her arms dropped to her side, she looked relived that she was able to say that out loud.

“Wait what!?” You replied in shock with what you just heard.

“What about Topper?” you continued, she looked up at you giving you a gentle look.

“I’m going to break up with him, tomorrow” she explained, standing up straight and dusting her dress off.  

“Okay… So are you friends with the pogues now” you lifted an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes at you. Sarah, you, and Kiara used to be best friends, a trio, but she abandoned you guys for the group of boys.

“I don’t know, depends on how things go I guess” she shrugged, you waked towards her and wrapped you arm around the back of her neck and walked together back to the party.

1:47 AM

Your phone started buzzing on your bedside table, it woke you up. You rolled over and unplugged your phone from the charger.

Sarah Cam incoming phone call

You answered the call

“Hello?” Sarah said on the other line, she sounded distressed.

“What’s going on” you replied, sitting up in your bed.

“John B fell from the hawk’s nest, Topper shoved him” you could hear someone shouting in the background, it sounded like JJ.

“Oh my god Sarah what happened!” you pulled the covers off of you and stood up, pacing around the room.

“John B can you open your eyes?” Sarah pleaded with him, it was muffled.

“Pope hurry!”

wait, was that Kiara?

“Sarah what the hell is going on? Do you need help?” you called out, you heard her pick up the phone.

“I need to go Y/N” she hung up the phone. What the fuck just happened.

You ran over to your dresser and slipped on a light blue summer dress and your white converse. You snuck out of your house and grabbed the keys to your car. You got in and drove straight to the hawk’s nest.

You pulled up to the gravel parking space and saw the infamous twinkie. You switched off your car and got out. You walked over to the twinkie, it reeked of weed and sweat. Your nose twitched at the smell of it. But the twinkie being here meant they were still here too. You ran in the direction of the hawk’s nest, once you were close enough you could here the Pogues and Sarah arguing over what to do. You walked up behind them and pushed in front of JJ and Kiara to get to Sarah.

“What the fuck happened Sarah” she looked up at you, here eyes red and tear-stained cheeks. John B was unconscious on the grass next to her.

“Look who we have here, [Name] Palmer” JJ called out, a smirk drawn on his lips. You turned around giving him a petty smile.

“What are you doing here Y/N” Kiara questioned. You moved your focus from JJ to her.

“I could ask you the same question” you replied slyly, and turning back around to Sarah, she was placing small kisses on John Bs lips, gentle and tender. You could hear ambulance sirens getting closer and closer to the hawk’s nest.

Once the ambulance arrived, Sarah was the one that went with John B. As for you and the Pogues you made you way back to the carpark. “So, what’s a princess like yourself doing here” JJ teased, a smile on his face from ear to ear. You rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms and standing up against your car door. The way the pet name rolled of his tongue like it was normal, was abnormal. You’ve only ever spoken to JJ at parties when he’s drunk and has tried to hit you up.  

“I got a call from my friend, I came to help her” you responded, JJ was getting closer to you, inch by inch he towered over you. he looked down at you, your knees felt weak under your body threatening to cave in at any moment.

“Hmm” he hummed, looking you up and down “you sure you’re not here to see me” he leaned in closer, you could smell the weed on him, his clothes reeked of it. You lifted your arm and pushed him back.

“Nope.” You answer back, his face was so cocky he knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well. You turned around and opened your car door.

“You know where to find me” he raised his arm and pointed a finger at you, winking. You scoffed and scooted into your seat, slamming the car door shut. Within a matter of seconds, you had driven off, only leaving a trail of lifted dust behind you.  

You arrived home just after 3:00 AM, exhausted. Going through your front door was difficult, especially because your dog Oakley’s bed was just up the hallway. You opted for the good old window entrance, you walked around the side of your house locating your bedroom window hidden amongst overgrown vines, various plants, and flowers. Slid it open, one foot in, followed by the other. Finally, home. You shut the window, leaning over the daybed that sits in front of your window. You walked over to the pajamas that you were wearing earlier, you had left them on the floor. You kicked off your Converse and glided out of your blue dress exposing your naked body. Pulling the satin shirt over and pulling the satin shorts up. You were ready to sleep, you retied your hair into a loose messy bun and jumped into bed.

It’s been a few days since the John B falling off of the hawk’s nest incident, you haven’t really spoken to Sarah since she’s been ghosting you for the past few days; not replying to your texts, ignoring your calls and she hasn’t been at her house every time you went to check. This is the last time you were going to message her, she better have a reasonable explanation as to why she has been ghosting you.

“Sarah wtf y have u been ghosting me?” sent.

You watched the message go through. So, she hasn’t blocked you…

‘Read’ popped up underneath your message. Great.

The typing bubble appeared.

“I’m so sorry Y/N/N John B thought it would be funny to keep me and Kiara on a boat in the middle of the marsh”

Oh. She’s been hanging out with them.

“what? You’ve been ghosting me 4 them” sent.

“come to the chateau right now”

Seriously? Your being dragged to the that shit hole, you turned your phone off and went up to your room. You searched your dresser for the perfect outfit, for some reason you felt like impressing them.

You fished out a white bikini, an orange cropped tank top with a cute graphic on it, short denim shorts and your navy-blue converse. You changed into it, hopping it would be up to “Pogue standards”. Or maybe just “JJs standards”… you put on your necklace stack, of 2 gold chains one with a sun charm that is incrusted with diamonds, and the second with a F/L/Y/N charm. You grabbed your Pura Vida bracelet stack and slid it onto your wrists, followed by your ring stacks for both hands. Lastly gold hoops to wrap everything up. A roll of your favourite coconut scented deodorant, a lot of spray of your favourite summery perfume, along with the body spray you use on top of it.

You rushed out of your room, running into the living room where your mum was,

“Hey mum, I’m heading out with Sarah” you had to lie, because the number of times your parents have complained about the pogues, specifically JJ, your mum would kill you if she knew where you were actually going. You tucked your hair behind your ear, waiting for a response. Your mum, who was sat on the couch looked up at you with a gentle smile and her glasses resting further down on her nose than what they should be.

“Sure, thing sweetie, be safe” your mum replied, she always said yes as long as you were with Sarah. You ran over to her, giving her a tight squeeze,

“Thank you!” you praised, letting go of her and speed walking into the hallway. On your entry table there was a decorative bowl that held your car keys in it, but instead of going by car you decided to take your bike. You walked out the front door and over to the garage where the bikes are stored. You opened the door and walked in, being wafted with the smell of petrol, paint, and rubber. You walked over to your bike, its white, and has a lil basket on the front of it. Perfect. You knew where the chateau is because of the few parties you’ve been to there, so you steered your bike out of the garage and got on and started pedalling.

You’ve been riding for 5 minutes, still 20 more minuets till you can get there. You reached into the basket and grabbed out your phone, shuffling your summer playlist and the song “Megaton Mile” by Local Natives started playing. You turned it up, almost full volume and chucked your phone back into the basket. The song was playing at midsummers the other night, you actually requested it because it is one of your favourite gems. You continued riding, letting your hair fly in the salty wind, small beads of sweat falling from your forehead because of the humidity, and breathing in the fresh air. Its been awhile since you’ve ridden your bike around the OBX and it feels just as euphoric, if not more than the last time you had.

You were getting close to the bridge that connects the Kook side of the Island to the Pogues. The song “Boys don’t Cry” by The Cure was playing. A large rev of an engine startled you, you looked behind you to see who it was, but your bike went off the pavement causing you to fall off.

“Fuck!” you cursed out, lying on the grass of someone’s lawn. You were on your side, leaning on your elbow, your hair has fallen over your face and over your shoulder. You rolled over, putting yourself in a sitting position with your legs stretched out. Pushing your hair back, you see a familiar car pull up next to you.

The window of the car rolls down, and a familiar face sticks his head out the window. It's Rafe, Sarah's brother. He has always had a thing for you, but you have never fallen for him, he’s just not your type plus he’s your best friend’s brother. His cocky laugh belched out,

“No way I just saw that” he called out from the car, he was looking dead at you, no sign of sympathy on his face.

“Seriously Rafe, fuck you” you spat back at him, pulling your elbow up and seeing a large gash on it, already pooling with blood. You looked down at your knees, they are also scuffed up, stinging like hell and bleeding too.

“Calm down, your fine” he teases back at you, getting out of his Range Rover. He walks over to you, and offers you, his hand. You look up at him through your lashes, he was still smiling, thinking this was funny. You were covered in mud now. You grabbed his hand, tightening your grip on his hand you pulled him down onto the grass with you. You stood up quickly and looked down at him now on the ground.

“What is wrong with you!” he shouted at you, tensing his jaw.

“Calm down, your fine” you respond, giggling at the look on his face. He scoffed at you and stayed on the floor. Probably to humbled to move. You walked over to your phone which had flew out of your basket when you fell off, luckily it had landed on the grass and not the concrete. You picked it up the song “Time to Pretend” by MGMT has just started playing. You lifted your bike up and put your phone back in the basket, and pedalled away, leaving Rafe behind.  

Finally, you had arrived at the Chateau. You rode your bike all the way up to the front porch, you got off and grabbed your phone. You walked up to the door, knocking on it. You could hear a muffle of voices conversating, and a few heavy footsteps made their way over to the door. Your heart beating faster every time they took a step closer. The wooden door swung open, John B standing in front of you,

“Hey” you sighed, wiping sweat off your forehead. He had a blue cast on his wrist and was alive so that’s a good thing.

“Uh... hey” he croaked out, standing sideways and gesturing for you to come in, “Uhm, come in” he continued.

“Thanks” you responded, walking past John B and into the house. The walls were covered in photos of John B and his dad, as well as a ton of baby photos of him and JJ. You looked around, floor to celling made out of wood, it was cozy. Sarah turned around the corner, a relieved look on her face when she saw you in the hallway.

“Oh my god I was so scared you weren’t coming!” She sped walked over to you, wrapping her arms around you. you groaned because your back was aching from flying off your bike earlier. You wrapped your arm around her, and just as you did, she let go of you. John B was standing behind you,

“Okay let’s go sit with everyone” he cleared his throat, putting his hand on your shoulder almost pushing you forward. Sarah grabbed onto your hand, leading you to the back porch where Kiara, Pope and JJ are sitting.

“So, first Sarah, now Y/N? seriously John B, you may as well invite Rafe over too” Kiara sneered out, looking at you up and down you gave her a bitchy smile. Sarah sat down on a couch, next to John B, the only other spot was next to JJ who was sharing a couch with Pope.

“JJ move over” you instructed, he looked up at you with an amused look. You rolled your eyes. He moved over slightly still leaving barely any room for you, but if you were becoming a ‘Pogue’ you may as well get used to it. You squeezed in next to JJ, in between him and the couches arm rest. There was plenty of room for him to move closer to pope, but nope he was refusing to budge any further.

“Okay now that Y/N is here, we need to catch her up on what’s been going on” Sarah said, looking over at John B for validation in what she just said.

“Uhm… yep, okay. So, Sarah helped me into the archives in Charleston, there we found a letter from Denmark Tanny, a slave, a local landowner, and a sole survivor of the Royal Merchant” your eyes widened, now you’re interested.

“He wrote a letter to his son, Robert in a lost Creole language, Gullah. I took this letter to my history teacher Mr Sunn, who translated the letter. Denmark Tanny saved the gold from the Royal Merchant and brought it ashore, using it to buy his freedom Tanny Hill plantation, in other words Sarahs home, and used it to buy the freedom of other slaves. He wrote the letter to his son on the day he was hung, in a secret language that only they know, telling him where to find the gold. Harvest the wheat, in Parcel 9, near the water. Wheat is code for ‘gold’. Then Sarah gave me an original survey map of Parcel 9 and Tanny Hill at the Hawks Nest, and I got pushed off by topper. Then we made Sarah and Kie stay on a boat together to figure out their differences, and now we are here.” John B finished off, it felt like he was talking forever.

Falling for him part 2

[woniebunny]

JARED CAMERON x Y/N ONESHOT

A/N: Hey guys!! It’s been a hottt minute since I posted anything. I’ve genuinely been so busy with work and uni and lots of moving 😅. Life has just been a lot and finding time to write was kinda tricky but hopefully going forward I’ll be a little better at it. I did have one user ask about me potentially writing something separate about Jared and his imprint and I actually really liked the idea and finally got around to it so hopefully you guys enjoy it!

3 weeks. 3 weeks is how long it’s been since I’ve avoided you. 3 weeks of trying to ignore how much I miss our conversations or your laugh or even just your presence. 3 weeks of pretending Im okay and feeling guilty for not being able to be honest because how do I tell the most important person in my life that I’m falling for the one person they want a chance with more than anybody else. 3 weeks of feeling like the worst best friend in the history of best friends. *Ring ring ring* and there goes the last bell signaling the end of the school day and effectively bringing me out of my thoughts. I gather and pack up all my things and start heading out the door to meet Kim as per our usual routine of walking home together. As I go to put my things in my locker I can hear someone stopping next to me. “Hey would you wanna go get ice cream on our way home?” I start asking Kim as I shut my locker only to turn and come face to face with the last person I wanted to see at the moment. Jared Cameron. “Sorry I thought you were Kim, what’s up?” He doesn’t respond for a minute or two, just continues staring at me. “Cameron?” Looks like he snapped out of whatever trance he was in. “Sorry, I was just wondering if I did something wrong or if you’re mad at me?” “Huh? No Im not, why would you ask that?” “Well I haven’t really seen or heard much from you the past weeks so I guess I was just curious” “oh guess I’ve just been busy and we haven’t really been partnered recently, but I’m not mad.” “Oh okay… cool” as he starts nodding his head and awkwardly giving me a thumbs up, it almost makes me wanna laugh as I feel my lips fighting to lift. “In that case I was wondering if…” “Y/N!!!” He pauses and I whip my head around hearing Kim yelling to me as she runs up. “Im so so sorry I got held back a few mins cause some kids were blocking the door but I’m ready if you wanna start heading home and… oh hi Jared I didn’t see you there” Kim says as I see her slyly giving me a questioning look. “Hey Kim, I was just asking her a question about history class. Hope you guys get home safe.” “Thanks! Let’s go Y/N!!” She replies as she grabs my arm and starts running to head home. I can feel him watching us as we leave but I keep my focus on Kim. It’s about a 10 minute walk, 15 since we stopped for ice cream along the way, before we reach Kim’s house and she invites me in. “Oh Y/N honey how are you? How are your parents?” Asks Ms.Connweller as we’re passing through to get to her room. “We’re good Ms. Connweller thank you for asking” “that’s good to hear, well dinner should be done in about 20 minutes if you don’t mind staying, you know we love having you over” “that sounds great Ms.Connweller thank you” “of course dear, now why don’t you girls go relax in the meantime” and that was our signal to head to Kim’s room. Soooooooo my precious Y/N, do you wanna tell me what that was about?” “Pardon? What’s what about?” “Jared Cameron talking to you by your lucky, which I’m so sorry for interrupting by the way I didn’t mean to” “no no it’s okay, like he said he was just asking about class.” “Hmmmm” “what do you mean hmmmm?” “I think he was gonna ask you out” she giggles. What. “What do you mean?” “Girl did you not notice how he was staring at you when I took you away, not to mention he was in the middle of talking to you, and it’s not like you genuinely talk to anybody beside Embry and I… so yeah all clues are pointing to him asking you out! Oooooohh this is so exciting, I’ve never seen you go on a date it’d be so fun to dress you up!” What. The. Hell?? “You’d want me to say yes to Cameron? Seriously Kim?” I ask staring at her like she’s crazy. Isn’t she in love with him? Is this a trick?? Why would she be happy? “Well I mean if he asks you then yeah! It’s about time you get a boyfriend and he looks like he’s genuinely into you which a green card in my books” “wait but aren’t you into him Kim? Wouldn’t that be wrong..?” “Huh? Girl I just thought he was cute like major eye candy like Embry for example but I’m not actually into him haha” she starts laughing.

“Wait did you think I was genuinely in love with him?” “Uhh.. yes?” I answered more like a question unsure of what’s happening. “Lmaooo girl nooo eye candy haha he’s all yours if you want him. Besides I’m talking to Axel at the moment I thought you knew?” Oh. My. God. “Oh” “wait, is that why you’ve been avoiding him since your guys group project? Awwww you’re such a sweet best friend but seriously if you don’t get with that boy I will slap you cause he’s very obviously in love with you” “I was cause I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship and mess things up” “and I appreciate that and guarantee it won’t even if I did like him like that you should know I’d never make you choose. You’re my sister Y/N forever and always and I love you and support you no matter what. So please please please do me the big favor of getting with him” “hahaha okay Kim, I love you too, forever and always” “Girls dinner is ready!” Ms.Connweller yells from downstairs. “I’m glad we had this talk now idk about you but I’m starving, let’s go eat!”

The next day at school as I’m standing by my locker again I feel someone stop next to me. Now knowing that Kim was 100% okay with anything happening between Jared and I, I feel a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Maybe that’s why I don’t hesitate to close my locker and immediately turn “Hey Jared, what’s up?” “Hey Y/N, I know this is kinda random but we got interrupted yesterday and I was just wondering if maybe you know you would like to go out with me?” He rambles really quick and closes his eyes and turns his head like he’s waiting for me to yell at him. “Like a date?” “Huh? Oh yeah, uh like a uh date? If that’s okay?” “Okay” “Wait okay? Like okay yes?” “Yes Cameron lol okay yes. I’d love to go on a date with you” he starts smiling and practically bouncing in place “oh oh my god, I, wow, oh you actually said yes I am so happy I promise I will make it the best date ever okay I will see you later!” He goes to leave but I stop him “hey Cameron, don’t you kinda need my number to tell me when and what time the date is and to find out where to pick me up?” “Oh yeah, sorry I got excited” as he sheepishly scratches the nape of his neck and handed me his phone. After putting in my number and watching him excitedly leave almost tripping over another student when he turns to wave at me one last time, I don’t stop myself from letting out a laugh and smiling this time. I just know he’s going to make me the happiest girl in the world and the best part is I didn’t even have to go looking for him. I guess I have the moon goddess to thank for that.