#i can't believe they called her Kiara

[redhead1180]

I didn't have Rudy at any Oscar event, but here we are. Also, I think The Hollywood Reporter messed up the names a little. 🤭🤭

[insidekatmind]

Kiara who?-Pope Heyward

Wearning:+18,smut

You're sitting on Pope's couch, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed as you watch him pacing nervously back and forth across the room.

"Y/N, you don’t understand! I had to do it, or she’d never notice me!" Pope exclaims defensively.

"Oh, sure, because stealing your dad’s boat is the best way to impress Kiara," you reply sarcastically, a hint of frustration in your voice. "Do you realize how stupid that was? If you’d been caught, what would you have done?!"

Pope stops in his tracks and looks at you, his face flushed with emotion but tinged with embarrassment. "You don’t understand how important this is to me… Kiara is special."

You sigh, shaking your head. "I know she is, Pope. But you’re Pope! You don’t need to do crazy things to prove who you are. If she doesn’t see how amazing you already are, then she doesn’t deserve you."

Pope's irritation boiled over, and he finally snapped. "You think it's easy for me? You have no idea what it's like to be the smart guy, the one everyone expects to have it all together. But no matter how hard I study or how many APs I ace, I’m not the guy girls like Kiara notice. I’m just Pope, the guy they call when they need tutoring or a study partner."

You get even more angry at his words as you can't believe that he only sees this. You get up from the couch and walk over to him. “You're an idiot if you only see this about yourself” you blurt out looking at him. "and it's not just Kiara on this damned island"

Pope is taken aback by your sudden outburst and your proximity, but he can’t ignore the passion in your voice. He opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off. "You think you’re not enough for anyone, but that’s the farthest thing from the truth. You’re smart, loyal, and kind. And, believe it or not, you’re also really cute. There’s a lot more to you than just being the smart guy."

Pope’s anger and defensiveness soften slightly as he absorbs your words. He looks at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of sarcasm or pity, but he finds none. "You really mean that?" he asks hesitantly, vulnerability creeping into his voice.

You take a step closer to him, closing the remaining distance between you. "I do. You don’t have to steal a boat or do anything crazy just to get someone’s attention. You’re already amazing as you are," you reply firmly, but with a hint of tenderness.

Pope’s heart races as your proximity. He can feel the heat radiating off your body, and your words wash over him like a soothing balm to his wounded ego."I… I guess I just get tired of feeling like no one sees me for me, “ he admits, his voice quiet. "It’s like I have to do something crazy just to prove that I’m worth noticing."

You reach out and place a comforting hand on his arm, your touch gentle but deliberate. "You don’t have to do anything except be yourself, Pope. You’re worthy of attention and love just as you are. Screw Kiara, you don't need her."

His eyes widen slightly at your words, and a flicker of surprise crosses his face, surprised by how strongly you seem to feel about this. But he can’t help the flutter in his chest at your touch.

"I’ve never heard it put that way," he admits reluctantly, his words barely above a whisper. "I guess I’ve just been so caught up in trying to impress Kiara… I didn’t realize how much it was consuming me.”

You step even closer, your body almost pressed against his. "You don’t have to impress anyone, Pope. And definitely not Kiara," you say firmly, your grip on his arm tightening slightly. "You just have to be the amazing person you already are."

Pope’s breath hitches in his throat as he feels your body against his own. The heat from your skin seems to burn through his clothes, and his heart races in his chest. "How do you know that?" he asks quietly, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability and longing.

You move your hand from his arm to his cheek, gently cupping it. “I just do,” you reply softly, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, your touch sending shivers down his spine. “You’re more than just the smart guy, Pope. You’re everything.”

His breath hitches again as your touch ignites a fire inside of him, a fire he didn’t even know existed. Your words hit him like a tidal wave, and he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “You… you really think so?” he asks softly, his gaze fixated on yours, searching for any hint of dishonesty or pity.

Your fingers continue to trace his jawline, the delicate touch sending electric shocks down his spine. Your eyes are locked with his, and you can see the mix of surprise, hope, and vulnerability etched in his expression."I do," you assure him adamantly. "I see all of these things in you, Pope. Trust me."

The fire inside him burns hotter with each passing second, and he can’t remember ever feeling like this before. Your touch, your words, your presence… They’re all intoxicating, leaving him breathless and wanting more.“But… why?” he asks weakly, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. “Why do you see all that in me?”

Your hand moves from his jaw to the nape of his neck, threading into his hair and pulling him closer. You’re so close now that your bodies are practically touching, the heat from his skin mixing with your own. "Because it’s the truth," you reply simply, your voice barely above a whisper. "Because I see you for who you really are."

He feels lightheaded from your proximity, your touch, your words. It’s all too much, but oh, how he wants more. He can’t help but take a step closer, closing the remaining distance between you. "And who am I, really?"Pope asks looking at your lips. He breathes, his gaze still fixed on yours, his body feeling like it’s on fire.

Your heart races in your chest at the proximity, your bodies now pressed flush together. Your hand in his hair pulls him closer, your fingers tangling in the locks. “You’re kind,” you murmur, your breath brushing against his lips. “Intelligent. Loyal. Strong. Funny…”Your words are cut off by the unexpected press of Pope’s lips against yours.

His body fully pressing you against the wall. The kiss sparks like a live wire, a mixture of passion and suppressed emotions igniting between you both. Your head spins, and you gasp in surprise before melting into the kiss, your hand still tangled in his hair and the other fisting his shirt.

Pope’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. His hands explore your body, tracing your curves and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The kiss deepens, and he can’t get enough of you, his tongue pushing past your lips. His body pressing more against yours, his grip on you tight. He can’t help but release a low moan against your lips.

You gasp into the kiss and cling to him as he kisses you back with even more passion. Pope’s lips devour yours with a new fervor, his hand moving to cup your face, angling your head for better access to your mouth. His body is flush against yours, pressing you tight against the wall. He releases another low moan, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

Pope's hands roam your body with a newfound confidence, Pope picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his hips and without breaking the kiss. He he quickly maneuvers you onto the couch. You straddle him, your legs on either side of his hips, and he pulls you even closer, his body heat radiating into you. His hands find their way under your shirt, tracing patterns on your bare skin.

You moan into the kiss from the position and cling to him, kissing him with your tongue. Pope responds eagerly, his tongue meeting yours in an intimate dance. He kisses you deeply, savoring the taste of your mouth. His hands continue to explore your bare skin under your shirt, running up your sides and caressing your back. He tugs at the hem of your shirt, a silent request.

You break away from the kiss to take off your shirt and shorts. Pope’s breath hitches in his throat as you undress, his eyes roaming over your body with a mixture of awe and desire. He eagerly helps you remove his shirt, throwing it to the floor before pulling you on top of him. The feeling of your bare skin against his sends sparks through him, and he grabs you, rolling you onto your back and pinning you against the cushions.

Pope’s lips move from your mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and small, gentle bites along your exposed skin. His hands continue to roam your body, caressing and exploring every dip and curve with a newfound hunger. He positions himself between your legs, his body almost completely covering yours, and nips at the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

You moan into his touch and arch for him, “Pope” you moan looking up at him.

Pope’s heart skips a beat at the sound of you saying his name, his own name on your lips sending heat rushing straight to his core. He looks down at you, drinking in the sight of you writhing beneath him, his eyes dark with desire.

“Say it again,” he requests hoarsely, his voice low and gravelly. “Say my name again.”

You’re breathless, your body on fire from his touch, and the sound of his own plea only fuels the heat coursing through you. Your hands grip his biceps, holding on for dear life as you arch into him, your bodies flush against each other. “Pope,” you repeat breathlessly, your voice a low, ragged whisper of need. “Pope, please…”

The sound of his name on your lips, coming out of you in such a wanton, pleading tone, drives him wild with want. He captures your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth hungrily. His hands roam your body with an unbridled urgency, tracing every contour, caressing every inch he can reach. He pulls away from the kiss just long enough to reply, his voice thick with need: “I want everything,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “I want you.”

Something snaps in you when you hear his words and feel his breath on your skin. A primal, animalistic need takes over, and you pull Pope down onto you, flipping your positions so you’re now on top of him. You press your body flush against his, and he lets out a gasp of surprise at the unexpected change in position. Your lips crash into his, the kiss hungry and desperate, as your hands roam his body, mapping out every plane and contour.

Pope quickly frees himself from his shorts and boxers and takes off your underwear and immediately enters you feeling the need to feel you. You both moan into the kiss. The moment of entry brings a low, guttural moan from the both of you, and Pope clutches at you as if he can't bear to be even an inch away from you. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, as he wraps his arms around you, holding you in place against him. He meets your gaze, his eyes dark and blazing with lust, and he gasps out your name hoarsely. “You feel so good,” he murmurs.

You moan feeling his thrusts inside you. “You are so big Pope” you murmur holding onto him trying to get more. The combination of your words and the feel of your hands on him drive Pope to the edge. He responds to your murmur by thrusting deeper, his body moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that drives you both wild with desire. “You like that?” he asks, his voice a low, guttural growl, as he buries his face into your neck and kisses the sensitive skin there.

You moan in response and scratch his back. “So good,” you say, your voice cracking with moans. Every moan, every gasp of pleasure from your lips only serves to fuel the fire inside of him even more. Pope buries his lips and teeth into the junction of your shoulder and neck, leaving a mark of possession behind. His hands grip your hips, guiding your movements and helping you meet his rhythm.

“You’re mine,” he grits out against your skin, his words punctuated by a sharp thrust. “Say it.” You moan excited by his being dominant. You had never seen Pope like this and you loved it.

“I'm yours Pope, all yours” you moan as you continue to scratch his back from the pleasure he was giving you. Your confirmation that you are his and only his sends a thrill through Pope that he’s never experienced before. A mixture of dominance and possessiveness takes over him, and he tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin.

“Damn right you are,” he growls, the sound low and primal. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting go.” His words make you shiver in anticipation, and you arch into him as he pistons into you, wanting to feel every inch of him. Your own hands roam over his back, grabbing and clutching at the skin anywhere you can reach, your nails leaving deep scratches behind.

“Harder,” you gasp into his ear, your voice an octave higher than normal with need. “Please, Pope.” Pope doesn’t need to be told twice.

The command on your lips, the need in your voice, only serve to stoke the fire within him. He growls out your name, his hands gripping onto you even tighter as he obliges and quicken the pace. He kisses, bites, and licks every piece of skin he can reach, leaving a trail of fire and desire in his wake.

The change in pace sends waves of pleasure through you, and you arch your back with a guttural moan. The sensations are overwhelming, and your nails dig into his back, leaving behind angry, red lines. “I’m getting close,” you manage to gasp out, your words intermingled with moans and gasps. “Just don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

Pope’s mind almost goes blank at your words. He doesn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to. The feel of your nails in his skin and the sounds of your gasping moans only serve to push him towards the edge. He tightens his grip on your hips, fingers digging in even harder as he thrusts even deeper into you, prolonging the pleasure for both of you. “I won’t,” he promises huskily, his voice low and rough with desire. “I won’t stop until we both get come”.

The waves of pleasure crash over you both, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your bodies. Pope pulls you tight against him, his arms wrapping around you like a security blanket as he tries to catch his breath. Your body thrums with satisfaction, and you bury your face into his neck, simply content to be held by him.“Holy hell,” he gasps out, his voice rough and breathless. “That… you…”

You giggle weakly and nod in agreement, not quite trusting your voice. You press a soft kiss to his neck, feeling utterly spent and completely satisfied. It feels like your body has been through a wringer, but it was the best kind of wringer possible. “That was…” you start, but even your brain is all fuzzy still. “Amazing,” you manage to utter.

Pope lets out a weak chuckle at the sound of your ragged voice, the exhaustion in it only serving to make his body warmer in a strange way. He rubs your back gently, caressing you with a tenderness that contrasts to the passion of moments before. “Amazing doesn’t even begin to describe it,” he responds, his voice still rough, but softer than before. “That was… I don’t even know how to speak right now, honestly.”

"Did I manage to make you forget about Kiara?" You whisper as he kisses your neck. He looks up without moving away from your neck. "Kiara who?" He murmurs, nibbling on your neck

[loveesiren]

𝖤𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 (𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾)

Rafe Cameron x Reader

a/n: here is the third and perhaps final part? of Emergency Contact. I am open to the idea of writing more for this if you guys have some ideas you want to share with me! Otherwise, thank you so much for enjoying this mini series! I loved writing it and I can't wait to write more for Rafe <3 (Also, please lmk if tags aren't working!)

synopsis: Y/N has always been close to the Cameron family, practically a part of it after years of friendship. Beneath the surface, unspoken feelings simmer between her and Rafe, but neither of them can muster the courage to admit it. When Y/N finally decides to move on, setting her sights on a new man, he’s forced to confront the truth: losing her might cost him more than he ever realized.

warnings: language, angst, drug use (cocaine), alcohol, mention of rehab

wc: 4k+

The days that followed were a blur of beer, late-night adventures, and laughter with the Pogues. You told yourself you were over it, that you didn’t need Rafe’s attitude bringing you down. JJ had become a constant in your life, his arm draped over your shoulder more often than not. However, you still felt an empty hole in your chest.

You supposed you and JJ were a thing now, though you hadn’t put a label on it. He liked showing you off, and you didn’t mind the attention—especially when his lips trailed down your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You let him explore your body, but you always stopped things before they went too far.

JJ didn’t say much about it, but you could tell he was frustrated. Still, he didn’t push you, which you appreciated.

A few nights later, you were sprawled across the couch with the Pogues, laughing as Sarah flailed her arms during a particularly dramatic game of charades. Her phone buzzed rapidly on the table beside you, but she didn’t notice.

“Sarah!” you called, grabbing her phone. “Your dad is blowing up your phone!”

The carefree energy in the room shifted as Sarah snatched her phone from your hands. Her brows furrowed as she read through the missed calls and texts. “Shit…” she muttered, worry creeping into her voice.

“What’s wrong?” Kiara asked, the concern spreading to everyone else.

“My dad can’t get in touch with Rafe,” Sarah said, her tone uneasy. “He’s out of town and freaking out.”

“Is Rafe okay?” you asked, your stomach twisting with sudden anxiety.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Sarah said quickly, but her eyes darted to the screen again. You could tell she wasn’t being entirely honest. “I just need to check on him. I’ll be back soon.” She grabbed her keys and hurried out the door.

You sat there, staring at the spot where Sarah had been. Pulling out your phone, you opened your text thread with Rafe. It had been five days since you’d last heard from him.

Are you okay? you typed, hesitating for only a second before hitting send.

The screen remained blank, no reply. With a heavy sigh, you tucked your phone back into your pocket and turned back to the group.

“I’m sure everything is fine,” JJ said softly, brushing your hair aside to kiss your cheek. He pulled you closer, offering comfort, but it didn’t reach the pit of unease growing in your chest.

“Yeah…” you mumbled, trying to believe him. But your mind was elsewhere.

All you could think about was Rafe.

-

“Rafe?” Sarah’s voice echoed through the house as she stepped inside. The space was dark and suffocatingly quiet, save for the faint thrum of music coming from down the hall. She reached for the light switch, illuminating the chaos around her—Rafe’s belongings strewn across the house like an abandoned battleground.

As she moved into the kitchen, her stomach twisted. Empty liquor bottles were tipped over on the island, surrounded by half-smoked joints and cigarette butts. She frowned, fighting the wave of dread rising in her chest.

“Rafe?” she called out again, louder this time, as she ventured deeper into the house. Her sandals crunched against the sticky floor. The music grew louder as she approached the master bedroom, the sound of heavy metal shaking the walls. It was a genre so foreign to Rafe that it made her pause.

Reaching for the handle, Sarah opened the door slowly, peeking inside. The sight before her made her heart drop.

Rafe sat slumped over his dresser, shirtless, his jeans undone and his hair disheveled. A half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels stood beside him, its sticky contents dripping down the side. He sniffed at the surface of the dresser, the residue of white powder glaring under the dim light.

“Rafe…” Sarah whispered, stepping in to lower the volume on the stereo. The silence that followed was heavy. “I thought you quit,” she said, her voice trembling as she fought back tears. Seeing him like this—broken, lost, a shadow of the brother she thought she’d gotten back—was almost unbearable.

Rafe didn’t look at her. Instead, he exhaled sharply, his shoulders sagging. “Why’d you do it, Sarah?” he asked, his voice hoarse and low.

“D-Do what?” she stammered, blinking back tears.

He didn’t respond immediately, focusing instead on organizing another line of cocaine with unsteady hands.

“Dad’s worried,” she said, trying to keep her composure. “He told me to check on you. Rafe, what’s wrong? Why are you doing this? Y/N said you’d been acting weird, but I—”

“Y/N…” he interrupted bitterly, spitting out your name like it burned his tongue. “That’s the problem, Sarah.”

Sarah froze, her stomach tightening as Rafe finally turned to look at her. His bloodshot eyes were sunken, the pain etched deep into his face. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Why’d you hook Y/n up with JJ?” He asked, his voice breaking. “You knew—” He inhaled sharply, as if bracing himself. “You knew I fucking liked her, Sarah! You knew I…”

He trailed off, choking on his words.

Sarah’s lip quivered as she stared at him, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“You know I love her,” Rafe admitted, his voice barely audible as he crumbled to the floor. His back hit the edge of the bed, and he buried his face in his hands. The weight of those words hung heavy in the air. For so long, he’d buried the truth, but now it was out, raw and unfiltered.

Sarah knelt beside him, pulling him into her arms. “Rafe…” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. You never told me…”

Rafe shook his head, his body trembling as he sobbed. “It doesn’t matter. She’s with him now,” he said, his voice cracking. “I ruined everything. I treated her like shit, Sarah. She’s never going to forgive me. Never.”

Sarah held him tighter, her heart breaking for him. She didn’t know what to say, so she just let him cry. His sobs eventually softened, the exhaustion of the past few days finally catching up to him.

She helped him into bed, pulling the covers over him as he drifted into a deep, uneasy sleep. His breathing evened out, the rise and fall of his chest steadying. Sarah lingered for a moment, watching her brother in the dim light. He looked so fragile, so unlike the Rafe she grew up with.

Once she was certain he was asleep, she quietly left the room, leaving the door cracked open behind her. She pulled out her phone and dialed Ward, holding it to her ear as she began to clean up the kitchen.

“Yeah, he’s okay now,” she said, responding to Ward’s worried question. “I’m letting him sleep it off. I’ll get rid of the drugs and clean up the place, but… he’s not okay, Dad. He’s really not.” Her voice broke, but she steadied herself, wiping away a tear.

Ward’s response was short but decisive. “I’ll be on the next flight out.”

Hanging up, Sarah continued to clean, throwing away bottles and sweeping up the debris of her brother’s downward spiral. She was scrubbing the counter when her phone buzzed. The screen lit up with your photo, your name glowing brightly.

Sarah hesitated, her hand hovering over the phone. She sighed deeply before answering. “Hey…” she said softly, already knowing this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.

You glanced at JJ, passed out on the couch across the room. His frustration earlier had been palpable—trying and failing to get you to sleep with him yet again. But how could you? Your mind was elsewhere, consumed with worry for Rafe. JJ had finally given up and flopped down, his snores starting almost instantly.

You scoffed, clutching your phone tighter in your hand. If JJ truly cared about you, he wouldn’t be pressuring you when you were clearly preoccupied. He wouldn’t be making this about himself. The analog clock on the wall read 2:13 a.m., and each unanswered ring on the phone made your anxiety climb higher.

Finally, Sarah’s soft voice came through. “Hey…”

“Sarah!” you exclaimed, standing up abruptly. “What’s going on? Is Rafe okay?”

There was a long pause, and her hesitation made your stomach drop. “Uhm…” Her voice cracked, and you knew.

“Sarah, what is it?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“Yes and no,” she finally said. “He… he relapsed.”

The weight of those words hit you like a freight train. You sank back down into the chair as tears blurred your vision. “Fuck…” you whispered, your voice breaking. You wiped at your face, but the tears kept coming. “I knew something was wrong. I tried, Sarah. I tried to get him to talk to me, but he just—”

“Y/N,” Sarah interrupted, her voice urgent but soft. “Can you just come over? I think he needs you right now.”

Her words stopped you in your tracks. “Me? Why would he need me?”

“Please,” she pleaded, ignoring your question.

You didn’t need to hear more. “I’m on my way,” you said, grabbing your keys and heading out the door.

When you arrived at Rafe’s house, the dim light spilling out from the kitchen was the only sign of life. You stumbled inside to find Sarah sweeping up broken glass, the remnants of Rafe’s spiral.

“Where is he?” you asked, your voice breathless.

“He’s sleeping,” Sarah replied, her tone weary. She leaned against the counter and set the broom aside. “My dad’s flying back in the morning.”

You hesitated, watching her carefully. “Do you know what happened? Why does he… why does he need me?”

Sarah sighed deeply, dropping onto one of the barstools at the island. “I think I might’ve messed up,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

She hesitated, her eyes darting to the floor. “Rafe… he…” She trailed off, struggling to find the words.

“He what, Sarah?” you snapped, your patience wearing thin. “Just say it!”

Sarah’s gaze shot up to meet yours, her voice breaking as she blurted out, “He loves you, okay?!”

Your heart stopped. The air left the room. “What?” you whispered, your voice shaky.

Sarah softened, guilt etched across her face. “He loves you, Y/N. And I didn’t know… I didn’t know how much. I thought it was just some crush. He never made a move, so I figured he didn’t care. I thought setting you up with JJ would be fun, but I-” She sighed, her words tumbling over each other.

“Sarah, stop,” you said, cutting her off. She was spiraling, and you could barely keep up with her frantic explanations. “It’s not your fault.”

The room fell silent, and her words hung heavy in the air. Rafe loved you. He always had. And you—stupid, oblivious you—had missed it.

Sarah studied you for a moment, her tear-filled eyes softening. “Do you love him?” she asked quietly.

You nodded, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Her lips curved into a brief, sad smile as she wiped at her own tears. “Go to him,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what’s going to happen when my dad gets back. He’ll probably send him off to rehab again, but… he needs you right now.”

You gave her a small, grateful smile, your heart hammering in your chest as you stood. Sarah returned to her cleaning, giving you the space you needed.

Rafe’s bedroom door creaked softly as you pushed it open, slipping inside. The room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlights outside. Your gaze landed on him, sprawled across the bed. He looked so vulnerable, so unlike the confident and composed Rafe you’d always known. His chest rose and fell steadily, his lips slightly parted. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead, and his hair was a disheveled mess.

Your heart ached as you stepped closer. You could see the toll the past few days had taken on him—the flushed cheeks, the dark circles under his eyes, the faint tremor in his hand even as he slept.

Carefully, you slid into bed beside him, your weight barely shifting the mattress. You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. His grip tightened instinctively, and you smiled softly, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“I love you, Rafe,” you whispered, your voice trembling. You didn’t know if he could hear you, but it didn’t matter. For the first time, you let yourself say the words out loud.

And for the first time in days, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Your eyes fluttered open to the early morning sun peeking through the blinds. The air was heavy, a mix of stale whiskey and regret clinging to the room. You turned your head slightly, finding Rafe curled into you. For someone usually so imposing, he looked impossibly small, trembling as the aftershocks of withdrawal rippled through his body.

“Rafe?” you whispered, brushing the damp strands of hair from his forehead. His cheek was flushed under your palm, warm and slick with sweat.

“It’s freezing…” he mumbled, though his skin burned with fever.

You frowned, heart aching at the sight of him. “Come on, let’s get you in the shower,” you murmured gently.

Helping him out of bed proved to be a challenge. He groaned as you maneuvered him upright, his body heavy and uncoordinated, but you were determined. Once you were in the bathroom you carefully peeled his jeans off, leaving him in his boxers, before guiding him toward the shower.

The sound of the water rushing into the tub filled the space. You adjusted the temperature until it was lukewarm—cool enough to help his fever but not cold enough to make him shiver. As soon as Rafe stepped under the spray, he slumped to the floor of the tub with a heavy groan, his knees drawn up, arms resting limply on them.

You perched on the closed toilet lid, keeping an eye on him. He looked utterly spent, the water coursing over his fevered skin, plastering his messy hair to his forehead. You pulled out your phone to find a text from Sarah.

Dad’s flight is delayed. Won’t make it until tonight.

You exhaled in quiet relief. At least you had more time to be here with Rafe before Ward arrived and took over.

Can you bring me a liquid IV? I’ve got him in the shower, you texted back.

Minutes later, there was a soft knock on the bathroom door. You opened it just enough to see Sarah holding a glass. She handed it to you, her brows furrowed with worry. “How’s he doing?”

“He’s coming down,” you said, taking the glass from her. “He’s got a bit of a fever, but I think he’ll be okay.”

Sarah bit her lip but nodded. “Okay… I’ll make some breakfast,” she said quietly.

“Thanks, Sarah. We’ll be out soon,” you assured her, closing the door again.

You turned back to Rafe, who hadn’t moved from his spot on the shower floor. His shoulders were hunched, the water cascading down his back. Slowly, you crouched by the tub and opened the shower door.

“Rafey,” you coaxed gently, holding the glass out. “I need you to drink this. It’ll help, okay?”

He lifted his eyes to meet yours, glassy and tired, but he obediently took the glass with trembling hands. You guided it to his lips, helping him sip slowly. It took a few minutes, but he managed to finish it, and you set the empty glass aside with a soft smile.

“Good job,” you said softly, brushing your fingers against his damp hair.

Rafe’s voice broke through the quiet. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he rasped.

You shook your head, crouching closer. “You don’t need to be sorry.”

“I fucked up,” he sighed, his head dipping forward.

“No, Rafe, I did.” You bit your lip, your voice trembling as you confessed. “I should’ve told you a long time ago… that I love you.”

His head snapped up, his bloodshot blue eyes locking onto yours. “You what?” His voice cracked, almost disbelieving.

You nodded, tears threatening to spill. “I love you, Rafe. And I’m so sorry I didn’t realize sooner. I should’ve known something was wrong. I should’ve been there for you…”

Rafe stared at you, his body frozen as your words sank in. Every chaotic thought in his mind came to a halt, silenced by the sheer weight of your confession. Before either of you could second-guess the moment, he reached out, his strong hand pulling you into the shower with him.

“Rafe—!” you gasped as the water soaked through your clothes, but your protest died on your lips as his mouth found yours.

The kiss was soft yet desperate, his lips trembling against yours, the weight of unspoken years pouring into the moment. It took you a second to process what was happening, but then you melted into him, snaking an arm around his neck and tangling your fingers in his damp hair.

Every problem, every heartache, every unanswered question disappeared as his hands slid up your back, anchoring you to him. He kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself forget the world outside.

When the kiss finally broke, you were both breathless. His blue eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your chest ache. Your mascara ran in streaks down your cheeks, and strands of wet hair clung to your face, but none of it mattered.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but steady.

You smiled through your tears, brushing a thumb over his cheek. “I love you too, Rafe.”

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not Ward, not Sarah, not the mistakes or the pain. Just you and Rafe, tangled together, the water washing away everything but the promise of a new beginning.

You and Sarah spent the day nursing Rafe back to health. Between making sure he ate and keeping him hydrated, most of your time was spent curled up with him on the couch. He gravitated toward your warmth, his head resting on your shoulder as Adventure Time played softly on the TV. His apologies spilled out at regular intervals, at least once every thirty minutes, as though they were on a timer.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured for what felt like the hundredth time, his voice barely above a whisper.

You ran your fingers gently through his hair, offering a soft smile. “Rafey, it’s okay. We’ve already forgiven you.”

Sarah chimed in from the kitchen, “She’s right. We just want you to focus on getting better.”

But no matter how much reassurance you both gave him, Rafe couldn’t seem to forgive himself. His relapse haunted him—forcing his dad to cut a business trip short, the anger he’d unleashed on you, the guilt over falling back into old habits. He swore up and down he’d never touch cocaine again, especially now that he had you, but addiction wasn’t that simple. You knew the moment Ward arrived, he would take charge of the situation.

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the room as you snuggled deeper into Rafe’s arms. Between soft kisses and whispered promises of a future together, you tried to savor the quiet moments. In the kitchen, Sarah hummed softly as she worked on dinner, the smell of roasted potatoes and chicken wafting through the house.

Then, the front door slammed open. The calm shattered as Ward’s heavy footsteps echoed through the house.

“Where is he?” Ward’s voice boomed, sharp with frustration and worry.

Sarah stepped into the living room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “On the couch with Y/N,” she said quietly, her eyes darting to you and Rafe.

Rafe tensed beside you. You placed a comforting hand on his chest, but he was already pushing the blanket off and rising to his feet.

“Hey, Dad,” he said softly, his voice thick with shame.

Ward’s expression was a mixture of relief and disappointment as his eyes scanned his son. Without a word, he crossed the room and pulled Rafe into a firm embrace. Rafe stiffened at first but then melted into it, his head dropping to Ward’s shoulder.

“Let’s go talk,” Ward said gruffly, his hand gripping Rafe’s shoulder as he guided him toward the master bedroom.

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving you and Sarah in heavy silence. You sat down at the kitchen island, pulling Rafe’s blanket around your shoulders, the lingering warmth proving to be a poor substitute for him.

“Ward’s going to send him away, isn’t he?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah sighed as she plated some food and slid it in front of you. “Probably,” she admitted, sitting across from you with her own plate. “I’m sorry about all of this.”

You frowned. “Why are you apologizing?” you asked, absentmindedly poking at a roasted potato.

Sarah hesitated before speaking. “I should’ve known you two were in love. How could I have been so blind? If I hadn’t pushed JJ on you, maybe none of this would’ve happened. This is all my fault.”

You shook your head and reached across the table to take her hands. “Sarah, this isn’t your fault. It’s not your job to play matchmaker. Maybe Rafe and I just ignored what was right in front of us for too long.”

She gave you a small, sheepish smile. “So… you don’t really like JJ?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “JJ’s fine. Kind of a dick though. There’s no connection there. Not like what I feel for Rafe.”

Sarah grinned, her eyes brightening a little. “Maybe one day we’ll be sisters,” she teased.

You chuckled. “Let’s get through tonight first.”

The bedroom door creaked open, and both of you turned as Ward made his way into the kitchen. His expression was firm but calm. “I’m taking him to treatment first thing in the morning,” he announced.

Your heart clenched, but you nodded, understanding. This was what Rafe needed, even if it hurt to let him go.

Ward glanced between you and Sarah before his features softened slightly. “Sarah, why don’t you and I spend the night at Tanneyhill? Give Rafe and Y/N some time alone.”

Sarah smiled and hugged you tightly before gathering her things. “Thank you, Mr. C,” you said, your voice filled with gratitude.

He gave you a small nod. “Call if you need anything,” he said before ushering Sarah out the door.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what would likely be one of the hardest nights of your life. With the house quiet again, you made your way down the hall to Rafe’s bedroom.

You knocked softly before opening the door. Rafe was already in bed, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling, but when he saw you, a small smile tugged at his lips. He patted the space beside him, inviting you to lay with him.

Climbing into bed, you turned to face him, resting your head on his chest. “How are you feeling?” you asked gently.

“Better. A lot better,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. His smile faltered, replaced by a frown. “But my dad’s not going to let me off easy.”

“It’s okay, Rafey,” you reassured him, lacing your fingers with his. “Take the time you need to get better. I’ll be here when you get back.”

He turned his head to look at you, his blue eyes searching yours for any trace of doubt. “You promise?”

You smiled softly and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “Cross my heart.”

A genuine smile broke across his face, something that was rare to find in Rafe Cameron. Holding him close, you let the rhythm of his breathing lull you into a sense of calm. Whatever came next, you’d face it together.

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J-Hope Fic Recommendations (18+)

If you are already following me for quite some time then you should know that I am a massive masochist and I like to torture myself by reading and writing angsty stories. So, most of the stories that I recommended are angsty as well (might as well have sad endings). So please carefully read the warnings before proceeding. Have a happy reading.

And please don't expect much from me. There are several other rec lists far better than mine. The only motive I had behind creating this list to promote some of the stories, which I think are very underrated. especially angsty ones. These stories are beautifully written so.. I just wanted to let the authors know how phenomenal of a job they have done (As a writer myself I know how much this actually means). Thanks to these amazing writers and I am grateful that they decided to share their work here with us.

[Minors please stay away from my blog!]

Key: F - Fluff, A- Angst, S- Smut, Y- Yandere, *- Personal Favorite

Oneshots

1. Ash from his fire by @filmcrystal - A, implied S, cheating au

It will break your heart so please proceed with caution.

2. Forbidden Fruit by @deepdarkdelights - A, Y

This one deals with several triggering topics. Hence, read the warnings carefully. But I can say that you will love this twisted mafia Hoseok way too much!

3. Shadows by @borathae - A, exes au

One of the most underrated stories I have ever read! Yeah, it is very angsty and Hoseok is so cruel but... we all are masochist here. lmao!

4. Heaven sent by @aquagustd - A, F, S, f2l au

Sexy soccer player Hoseok is just another name for perfection.

5. Bound by @explicit-tae - S, kinda f2l

Talk abut BDSM! GOOOD Sweet Lord!!!

6. Jigsaw by @sunshinejunghoseokie - A *

I remembered crying after reading this one. So damn underrated that it physically hurts me!!

7. Delta Disorder by @bangtanintotheroom Y, S, Supernatural au

I don't usually read supernatural stuff but this demon Hoseok is way too sexy to skip!

8. Systems of Touch by @yeoldontknow - S, F, tiny A, S2l au

Beautifully written! The author used 100% of their capabilities to write this one. Perfectly drawn Professor Hoseok with a very attractive character of reader. Certainly a treat to read.

9. 2:00 AM by @likeastarstar - A, fuckbuddy Hoseok

Part of a series but can be read as a standalone. and Hoseok is a dick in this.

10. Love Quarrels by @mirahuyooo - A, F, mafia au

A cold yet soft mafia husband Hoseok chases behind his angry wife... could there be anything better than that?

11. The Hook Up ft. JK by @minisugakoobies - S

A little bit of a triangle.. but not love? if that makes sense.

12. Entelechy by @drmflm - suggestive (I believe)

Can't call this one angst and neither is this about Hoseok (he is there, don't worry). This one is more about the reader and her growth and it's beautiful.

13. Orgasms on the verge of a nervous breakdown by @sluttyandere - S, Y *

This is very dark and quite triggering, so please don't read unless you can handle those stuff.

14. For the night by @aseaofyoongi - A, S

I cried. that's all.

15. We Shouldn't by @beahae - S **

Hands down to one of my most favourite Hoseok smuts ever!!! This one has a Jimin follow-up so make sure to read that too.

16. Real or not real by @nmjoo-n - A, S, F **

Again one of the most exquisite Hoseok fics I have ever read!

17. Checkmate by @sunshinejoon - A, S

This was supposed to have a sequel but it is perfect regardless.

18. Do I wanna know - @yoongiphoria - A, f2? ****

Now, MJ knows how much I love this one. I often read this story and I never ever get bored of it! I love this to the core and you should too!

19. Scrap - @silv3rswirls - A, Y, S

Dark and sexy. Read the warnings carefully please.

20. It's a Promise by @sahmfanficbts - S, A, Arranged marriage au

Just read it.

21. Three by @hamsterclaw - S

Again.. VERY UNDERRATED!

22. Wonderwall by @kiara-ish - A with an open ending

Might not be for the faint hearted.

23. Infatuated by @bangtanfancamp - F

If you like high school love au then this one is for you.

24. Constellations of You by @persphonesorchid - S, F, established relationship au

This is so domestic that my heart almost exploded while reading!!

25. Burning flames or paradise by @/yoongiphoria - A, tiny f ****

MJ does magic.... that's all I can say.

26. Alone again by @archivedkookie - A, F

I loooove these kinds of stories. Just the right amount of despair with the right amount of hope... beautiful.

27. Feeling Good by @bonvoyagenoona - A, S

Everything I write about this will fall short.. so I will just shut up and let you enjoy the goodness.

28. Distracted by @dilfhoseokie - S

Ahem..

29. Drink Champaign in my airplane by @/bangtanintotheroom - F, S, F2l

Perfectly embodies a rich hot CEO friend Hoseok... a fun read.

30. Keynote by @missgeniality - S **********

MY MOST FAVORITE HOSEOK ONESHOT TO EXIST IN THE PLANET. yeah.. (this has a follow-up but I like this one better)

Series

The thing is that I don't usually read series. I just don't have that patience. So this list is pretty small and forgive me for that.

1. Transference by @dark-muse-iris - A, S, F, S2l *********************

[Completed]

I wasn't the same after reading this. I can't talk about this trantric therapist Hoseok, 'cause I will never shut up if I start.

2. Kanalia by @xjoonchildx - A, S, f (?) *********************

[Ongoing]

Honestly, who isn't a sucker for Lord Jung? You must be sick if you are not. (On a side note.. Kanalia is keeping me alive from jumping off trains on tough days)

3. Guarded by @/xjoonchildx - A, S, F, S2l

[Completed]

Mafia Hoseok with dogtags. I think that's enough of an introduction.

If you want to read the Hoseok stories I write, you can checkout my Masterlist.

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Earn it

Read previous part here

Summary: You were going to forgive Rafe but he fucks up more and you decides to make him work for it

Warnings: Swearing, mention of drug use, alcohol use, angst with a smutty/fluffy ending (mdni), slight exhibitionism, oral f!receiving, p in v, and after care <3

You wake up the next morning and decide to call Rafe before work but he doesn't answer. You figure he's just sleeping and don't think anything of it. You go about your morning as usual and head to the country club. You have a fairly normal shift, serving regulars and getting tips. It's towards the end of your shift that things take a turn for the worst.

You had finished making your rounds on her cart and was getting ready to leave when you see Topper and Rafe sitting at a table. Curious, you stand close enough to listen to their conversation without them noticing you .

"Man I told you. Chicks like that are cool for one night, not something serious." Topper says resting his hand on Rafe's shoulder. Rafe doesn't answer and just stares out at the golf course in front of him.

You weren't suprised by Toppers words. You knew he didn't like you but you never paid him any mind. That being said Rafe just listening and not defending you didn't just shock you but hurt as well. You continue listening hoping he'll say something.

"Look how about tonight we go to that kegger and get you a girl to take your mind off that pouge. Cause that's all she is. Alright?" Topper says leaning close to Rafe. "Whatever man." Rafe says still not looking at him.

This makes your heart drop. You can't believe Rafe agreed to finding another girl instead of making things right with her. "Alright. That's what I wanna hear. Trust me pretty soon this chicks gonna be a distant memory." Topper says patting Rafe on the back.

It's this gesture that makes you decide you're not going to let her heart hurt anymore over Rafe. You're going to go to the kegger with your new friends and have a great time without Rafe. You leave the country club soon after and head home to take a shower.

By the time you've taken your shower and gotten ready you've got about an hour before it's time to go so you go to the living room to talk to see Barry. "You and Rafe got another date?" he asks. "No, i'm going to a kegger with my friends." you reply.

"You mean those pouges that stole from me." Barry says sitting up on the couch. "You act like we've never done shit like that." you say defending your friends. "You got a point there but what does country club think of you hanging around them?" Barry replies.

"I don't care what Rafe thinks he's a dick." you answer bluntly. "This about that fight y'all had?" he asks. "That and the shit he let Topper say about me and then he agreed to go to the kegger with Topper and find another girl." you say getting increasingly angrier just talking about it.

"You need me to take care of them?" Barry asks suddenly concerned with what Rafe and Topper had done. "No it's fine. I just want to have fun tonight." you answer. "Then you do that but if some shit pops off you call me. Alright?" he says pointing at you to emphasize his words.

"I will. I'm gonna head out, see if my friends need help setting up. I'll see you later." you say as you head for the leaves. You drive to the location JJ sent you and see the pouges still setting things up. "Hey y'all." you say greeting them. "Hey Y/n, you're early" Kiara says greeting you.

"Yeah, I wanted to see if you guys needed help setting up." you reply. "We actually do. I'm pretty sure JJ and Pope need help moving the kegs." Kiara says pointing towards them. "Okay, i'll see what I can do." you tell Kiara as you head their way.

You help the guys put the kegs in place until it's time for people to start arriving. The beach quickly fills with teenagers from both sides of the island. You sit with Sarah around one of the fires. "So how are things with you and my brother?" Sarah asks looking at the cup in her hand.

"No offense but your brother's kind of a dick." you respond. Sarah laughs before saying "None taken. I know how he is." "What'd he do besides the argument between you too." she adds. you explain what happened at the country club.

"Wow he really is a dick and so is Topper. I'm so glad I left him." Sarah says. "You two dated?" you ask. "Yeah for a while actually, but it just wasn't meant to be you know." she replies. You nod in response "Yeah I know what you mean." "Enough boring boy talk. We're here to have fun." Sarah says pulling you up from your seated position.

The two of you make your way over to where the drinks are. Sarah refills her drink and you grab one for yourself. After they get their drinks they find the John b and JJ playing a game of beer pong. You both stand with Pope and Kiara to watch.

As they're watching Kiara notices Rafe and Topper not far away. She nudges Sarah and motions toward them with her head. When she looks she doesn't just see Rafe and Topper but also a girl getting dangerously close to Rafe. Kiara and Sarah quickly move in front of you to block your view.

"What are you guys doing?" you say laughing. "Nothing just trying to get a better view of the game." Kiara blurts out nervously. You don't pay them any more attention and go back to your conversation with Pope.

During the conversation you can't help but notice Pope constantly looking over your head. Curious, you turns to look where Sarah and Kiara are blocking. The sight you see makes your blood run cold. You see one of the girls from the country club with her arms thrown around Rafes neck.

As luck would have it he looks up at the same time and makes eye contact with you. He instantly removes the girls arms and starts moving your direction. You quickly turn around to get away from him.

You make it to a more secluded area of the beach before he reaches you. He grabs your wrist to get you to stop. "Don't fucking touch me Rafe." you say trying to pull your hand back but he won't let you.

"Baby lemme explain. It's not what you think." Rafe pleads. "Not what I think? You just had another girl hanging off of you." you reply. "Listen she wouldn't fuck off and Topper just kept encouraging her. You know I only want you." he says trying to convince you.

"You know I heard you two's conversation earlier about how you were gonna find another girl tonight. Looks like you found her." you say finally pulling your hand from Rafes grip. "What are you talking about?" Rafe questions confused. "Don't play dumb Rafe, what you guys were talking about at the country club." you respond.

"I was high outta my mind when I was at the country club. I don't know what the hell I said but I know I wouldn't say that." he says defending himself. "Topper said it not you but you didn't say no." you argue back. "How is something Topper said my fault?" Rafe replies. "Look Rafe i'm tired of this. Okay? Just go back to whoever that is." you say referring to the girl from earlier.

"No, I don't want her. I want you, Y/n. I know I fucked up and I pissed you off but I'm trying to fix it. Can you just please let me?" Rafe says grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him.

"Rafe-" you begin but he cuts you off. "At least let me hold you baby I know it hasn't been long but I fucking miss you." Rafe pleads tightening his grip on you. As angry as you were you had to admit being back in his arms felt good.

"I missed you too I guess." you mumble into his chest. "What?" he says. "Nothing, I didn't say anything." you say trying to back away. "No, I heard you say you missed me." Rafe says pulling you back with a smile. "Shut up." you mutter leaning your head against his chest.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, just soaking in each other's company. "How about you let me show you how much I missed you?" Rafe whispers wrapping an arm around your shoulders. This makes you look up at him. "I don't know I'm kinda still mad." you say trying to see how hard he's willing to work.

"Oh, are you?" Rafe says trailing his hand down to your ass giving it a squeeze before starting to kiss along your neck, purposefully avoiding your sweet spot. "Sure am." you reply moving your head to give him better access to your neck.

"You sure cause your body seems pretty happy with me." he says as he moves his hand underneath your dress to cup your cunt. "I don't kn-" you start to say before you feel him dip his hand into your underwear. "What were you saying?" he asks continuing to play with you.

"Fuck. Okay. You win, let's go." you say, finally giving in to him. Rafe removes his hand from your underwear but keeps his arm around your waist. "Let's go to your place." you say as you start walking back with Rafe.

The two of you sneak off to Rafes truck where he quickly starts the engine and drives off. He keeps his hand on your thigh the entire way to his house, occasionally nudging where you really need him. Rafe tells you that no one's home at the moment which means you'll have the entire house to yourselves.

Once you both get to Rafe's you two waste no time getting out of the truck and inside the house. Rafe unlocks the door and you both stumble inside. you push Rafe against the door and pulls his head down so you can press your lips against his.

You tugs on his hair, making him let out a groan that lets you slip your tongue into his mouth. Rafe moves his hands to the back of your thighs and easily lifts you off the ground. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you up the stairs to his room.

He sits down on his bed with you straddling him. You quickly take off your dress and bra before leaning back down to reconnect your lips. You starts moving your hips back and forth in his lap over his growing erection. "I missed you so much." Rafe pants out as he flips both of you so he's on top.

"It wasnt even two days." you tease as you help Rafe take off his shirt. "I don't care." he replies taking off his pants and pulling down your panties. "Missed this pussy." he mutters before spitting on your clit watching it drip through your folds. He puts your legs over his shoulders as he starts lapping at your cunt.

Your hands shoot to his hair as you moans. "I think this pussy missed me too. She's so wet." he says between licking and sucking between your legs. "Rafe i'm gonna cum." you say breathless. "Do it baby. Cum in my mouth." That's all it takes for you to come undone on Rafes tongue. Your back arches off the bed as you moan.

You lay back on the bed, still in a daze from your powerful orgasm. Rafe takes this time to grab a condom from his nightstand before taking off his boxers and putting on the condom. He gets back on top of you only for a moment as he flips both of you over so you're back on top.

"Your turn to do some work." Rafe says lying back on his pillows. You take his dick in your hands and line it up at your entrance before sinking down onto him. "Oh, fuck." you mutter closing your eyes momentarily. You wait before moving, trying to adjust to the stretch.

Eventually you start bouncing yourself up and down slowly gaining speed. You place your hands on his chest to ground yourself. Rafe puts his hands behind his head, admiring the view in front of him. You throw your head back before whining "Rafe baby, i don't know how much longer I can do this. I'm tired."

"You love to talk but you're really just a pillow princess, huh?" Rafe says as he grips her hips. You take this as your sign to stop and moves to lay chest to chest with Rafe. He begins fucking up into you rapidly. All you can do is moan as he abuses your hole.

"You gonna cum baby?" Rafe asks nearing his own climax. "Mhm." you whimper out weakly. He continues thrusting as your moans get louder and you start clenching around him. Soon you reach your second high of the night. Not long after Rafe cums into the condom.

The two of you lay like that for some time before Rafe gently pulls out and rolls you onto your back. He takes off the condom and throws it away before grabbing a towel to clean up with. After he's cleaned both of you off he pulls back the covers on his bed and places you under them.

He crawls in beside you and you sleepily curl into his side with your head on his chest. He wraps an arm around you as he looks down. He admires the peaceful look on your face as you drift off to sleep. He tucks a stand of hair behind your ear and presses a kiss to your forehead.

Even in your sleep you lightly smiles. He takes one final look at you before closing his eyes. As he drifts of to sleep he makes a promise to himself to never but he again. He has to change. He knows it'll be hard but for you it's worth it.

A/n: this is definitely the longest fic i've ever written but i js love rafe x barry's cousin!reader sm. anywho hope y'all liked it!!

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sweet girl / RAFE CAMERON #2

summary. your boyfriend lets you toughen up. 1 x 05 warnings. manipulative dark rafe. mean rafe ( not to reader ). protective rafe. bad friends. slightly dark!reader!!

REBLOGS HEAVILY APPRECIATED

PART ONE.

your eyes blurred at the screen gripped within your manicured fingers, eyes darting at it once more before sighing in defeat. your texts going through, yet remaining ignored. again.

days after your conversation with rafe, 3 to be exact, you assumed your friends would have the decency to check on you. to call and tell you how apologetic they were for putting you in a position where you could not deny them help. but as the hours ticked by, and the sun set, not one believed you were worth the care.

"nothing yet?" rafe's voice chimed through the music, standing only close enough to not warrant attention from the crowd. close enough to have it look like he's simply conversing with his sister's best friend.

you shook your head, pouting as you watched pope and kiara gossip their way through the crowd. "do you think i did anything wrong?"

he scoffed, turning around so that his back is facing you, watching your friends with narrowed eyes. "fuck no. they were using you, baby. if anything they should be the ones begging you for forgiveness."

you furrow your brows, gulping at the intensity of his gaze on your friends. one of which was jj, and your lips parted at the sight of his bruised face. one of his eyes swollen to the point of fluttering shut and cheeks smeared purple and blue on each side.

you hated him for ignoring you, for being the one to let you go off the sides of the boat yet not care enough to contact you after what had occurred. yet even then, you found your body moving away from rafe's; until you realized how stiff his grip on your wrist was.

"you’re not going to see him," he practically snarled, lips curled. yet his touch loosened on your jewelled flesh.

"look at him rafe, i-"

he stepped closer, and one of his hands pushed a stray curl away from your line of sight, lashes fluttering at the bare familiarity of it all. "i'll deal with him, looks like he's working for us tonight."

you let it go, eventually. sarah had you entertained minute after another, dancing with you until your legs gave out - the only one who wouldn't let you waste your night in drunken misery.

"you want a drink sar?" the question was fleeting, and she stayed silent for a moment before nodding with a sheepish smile in which you returned before leaving - your chest feeling heavy.

the whites of your dress gradually drew darker as you dragged your feet closer to the bar, pouting when you found yourself endlessly glancing around the room; your boyfriend was nowhere in sight, and sooner or later worry started piling within your lungs.

just before you could find a seat across the bar counters - had your feet almost lost to your weight, did you register the angered sound of the man you had been shamelessly looking for. at last, finding yourself entering the male bathroom with timid steps.

"what the hell are you doing?" jj's voice raptured through, and you ultimately gave in to glance around the room.

rafe's fists were clenched around jj's wrinkled shirt, blood dripping from his nose onto your boyfriend's calloused fingers. you licked your lips at rafe's curious gaze, his body tense at your frame - still unsure on how to read you. unsure on whether he'd finally managed to scare you away.

though it shifted more sinisterly when you leaned against the wall and shrugged, glancing at rafe for a moment; cheeks blazing at his nod of approval.

"what, maybank? my girl isn't welcome around you now that you can't use her anymore? hmm?" rafe gritted out, tapping on jj's bruised cheek.

nothing registered in your mind yet, not how rafe had just outed you, as the next moving seconds seem to stop and your breathing hitched through the depths of your chest. jj had pushed rafe away, a punch soaring through the air and landing swiftly onto his face.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" you spat out, shoving at jj's stomach before leaning near rafe's hunched figure. your fingers delicately caressing the skin aligned with his cheek bones, and rafe found himself leaning into the softness of your touch.

jj's face contorted to one of anger, not taking notice of the security guard rushing behind him, until his hands were roughly dragged behind his back with drastic force. "you gonna stay with this asshole? over your own friends?"

you pouted, and your eyes had well up for the second time this evening. rafe wiped at his cheek roughly, giving your waist a light pinch when hesitation rushed across your features.

his heart was beating erratically, and if his face didn't show it then the intensity of his heaving chest did; rafe was scared. his fear of frightening you into tears, of away from loving him had crossed his mind - and as you hesitated, he found himself gritting his teeth so immensily it drove his jaw to pain.

until you nodded, and your hands stroked rafe's jaw once more. "fuck you, jj."

the blonde boy was dragged away, rafe straightening his back while clearing his throat, as if nothing had just transpired. his lips pinched upwards, and as the minutes passed they soon found yours, whispering words laced with honey into your strawberry lipgloss.

"see that wasn't so hard was it?"

but it was. you'd felt the muscles contract deeply across your lungs you did not know if it were from rafe's bruising kiss or fear that you had just lost all your friends.

though eventually you sighed into his touch, his hands coiling around a curl on your head and pulling you so close you'd be formed as one.

TAGLIST. @syraxnyra @nemesyaaa @sideblogficrecslmao

[z0mbiewh0re]

Rafe cameron x pogue!reader

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.⋆✮⋆.ENEMIES TO LOVERS.⋆✮⋆.

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Summary: When the hurricane hit, you had no choice but to seek for shelter from your enemy.

Warnings: smut? Cursing? Mentions of drugs. female!reader.

"Seriously go home before it gets worse."

Kiara said over the phone as you tried to see the road through the foggy and wet windshield.

"Im trying my best but the rain is to heavy and im scared of the slippery road."

You explain as you tried to concentrate.

"Wait what?! Youre driving?! I thought youre walking! Why are you calling me while driving?!"

Kiara says, making you roll your eyes.

"Kie its fine. Im not holding my phone."

You defend yourself but kiara scoffs slightly.

"Just...Park somewhere and ask someone if you can stay by until its over!"

She says.

You groan annoyed.

Right now you were driving on the road of figure 8. As if one off these rich Bastards would let you inside.

But there was no way kie would let you keep driving and you really werent in the mood for kie in her mother role screaming at you.

You groaned again.

"Fineeee! I talk to you later."

You say as you drive onto the nearest driveway and stopped the car.

"Bye, take care."

Kie said and hung up.

You took your Keys as you got out of the car and rushed over to the front door of the house getting absolutely drenched.

You ring the doorbell and a few moments later in opens.

"What are you doing here?"

Rafe cameron asks with a scoff looking you up and down.

Really now? Of all rich Bastards it had to be him?

"Hurricane."

You just say looking up at him.

You where freezing.

Rafe sighs and leans against the doorframe, blocking the entryway.

"You're soaked. You can't come in."

he says, as you shiver in your dripping wet clothes.

"For Real? Youre gonna leave me outside?"

You ask looking at him dumbfounded.

Rafe rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"You think I want you dripping water all over my house?"

he snaps, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Oh yeah how could i forgot your expensive parquet."

You said mocking as you wrapped your Arms around yourself.

Rafe just smirks.

"Whatever. Your clothes are soaked. I'm not having you ruin my carpet."

He said enjoying your annoyed look.

"Oh of course. Not the parquet. The carpet."

You huff annoyed.

You keep your eyes locked with his but his expression doesnt changes making you groan again.

"Fine..."

You just mumble sitting down on the stair with your back turned to him.

"Fine?"

he repeats questioningly.

"You're seriously going to try and stay outside?"

He asks, almost as if he doesn't believe you.

"Who's fault is that?!"

You snap annoyed as the water from your hair drops down on the ground.

"Yours."

he replies with a smirk, clearly enjoying your irritation.

"Why are you being such a pain about this? Just go sit in your car and wait it out like a normal person."

Rafe says as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Wait in my car?! Cameron thats exactly what the news said not to do."

You said turning your gaze to him.

"So instead you decide to invade my house? What a better idea."

he retorts sarcastically as he rolls his eyes.

"Oh my god..."

You mutter shaking your head at his behaivor.

"What are you muttering about?"

Rafe asks, raising an eyebrow slightly at your quiet mumbling.

"About you being an asshole like always!"

You snap.

"I'm an asshole? You're the one who decided to show up unannounced at my house and expect to be let in."

He spits out, his annoyance growing by the second.

"I didnt know this is your house!"

You defend yourself.

"Well, maybe if you had better eyesight you would've seen the sign at the bottom of the driveway."

he says, his tone laced with snark.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Look, just stop arguing with me and go sit on the couch. It's better than getting pneumonia sitting out in the storm."

He says as his voice surprisingly softens.

"But im gonna ruin your ugly ass carpet."

You say in a mocking tone as you stand up.

"My ugly ass carpet costs over $20,000, princess,"

he retorts.

"Doesnt change the fact that its ugly."

You say walking past him looking him up and down.

"Just like your shirt."

You say before walking over to the couch and sit down.

"This is Prada."

he replies, glancing down at his shirt.

"Your little Pogue friends don't wear things like this, do they? Just another reminder that we're in different tax brackets."

he smirks.

"Fuck off."

You scoff taking of your shoes.

"Such a potty mouth, princess."

He teases, as he took your shoes and set them aside.

You roll your eyes as he called you 'princess'.

"You really think youre so much better than us huh?"

You ask looking up at him as he sat down next to you.

"Oh, I know I'm better than you, princess,"

he says, his tone dripping with condescension.

"I come from money, I have nice things, and I get anything I want, when I want it. What do you have? A ratty house on the Cut, Pogue friends, and a daddy who spends most of his time in a drunken stupor?"

He says giving you a dirty grin. He enjoyed this way to much.

"money or not. at least someone loves me. You will die alone at 30 because you did too much coke."

You say as his grin flatters, his irritation increasing.

"I think you need to learn to shut your damn mouth before I find something to stuff in it." he retorts as he glares down at you.

You look up at him trying not to laugh at the way that sounded.

Rafe catches your reaction and raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes note of the suppressed laughing. His irritation is quickly replaced with curiosity.

"What's so funny, princess?"

he asks, his tone now holding a hint of mockery.

You laugh.

"Find something to stuff into my mouth? Really?"

You say while laughing.

He raises his eyebrows as a smirk playd over his lips.

"You like the idea of me stuffing something into your mouth, hmm?"

He asks as he laid a hand on your thigh.

"When did i say that?"

You ask looking down at his hand.

"You dont need to say a word. Youre dying for me to touch you. I bet you would love it when i shove something down your throat. You would beg for it wouldnt you?"

He whisperes as he ran his fingertips along the inside of your thigh.

"In your dreams. As if i would let you closer than thi-"

You started but he smashed his lips against yours.

"Shut up would you?"

He mumbles against your lips as he takes your chin in his hand to make you look up at him.

"If you keep saying you dont want me close to you, youre lying to yourself. So why dont you just act like a good obedient girl and tell me that you want me to fuck you?"

PART 2:

[jjsadmirer]

Call Me When You're Sober .

toxic/Rafe x reader, JJ maybank x reader

hii this is my first time writing on tumblr so please bare with me for any mistakes I make:)

warnings ; toxic rafe x reader, jj maybank x reader, revenge type plot, manipulation / gaslighting, fluff, angst, drugs, alcohol, future smut?, Pope x Cleo, John b x Sarah, didn't reread

A/N ; I don't see Rafe as a cheating type if I'm honest because even though he's said harsh things about his canon girlfriend he still really loves her!! + it's 1am spare me for any mistakes

I changed the pov to third person!

Summary :

You're a pouge whos being turned into a Kook by Rafe Cameron. Will anyone make you realize your worth? Find out.

You're a pouge, always have been and always will. Nothing and no one will change that, until you started to date Rafe Cameron. You see, after that hes constantly gaslights you into not hanging out with your friends , always using makeup,doing constant drugs, etc.

Don't cry to me

If you loved me

You would be here with me.

You feel like you owe Rafe since his dad had gotten your dad a decent paying job, so one day he asked you out and you agreed. Worst decision ever.

Ever since then has just been constant arguments, kook party's, which were so lame compared to pouge ones, doing lines and having the worst possible sex ever since he was either intoxicated or just mean. Not that you didn't like it a little rough but, everyone's got a limit.

He asked you to go to the midsummers with him, and you agreed. Apon arriving there you see your best friend Sarah with your friend John b, personally you think they're the cutest.

Cleo and Pope, you always thought they'd be a cute couple,though you wonder if they are now. It has been awhile, Kiara beside them,and JJ waiting tables.

As you're looking over to you friends wishing you were hanging out with them you realized you've lost Rafe. You search around the area until you hear noises from the locker room.

inside you see your supposed boyfriend snorting lines off of a girls chest. He looks up at you, "what?" he says. WHAT?! . You clench your jaw and hold your fists into balls.

You can't believe this, he's cheating on you and has the audacity to say 'what'. You look at him with tears forming in your eyes and storm out of the locker room, you accidentally bump into someone.

"Sorry" you say in a shaky voice, you didn't even realize you were crying if you're being honest. "It's alrigh- y/n?" a voice says. You look up,

You want me?

Come find me.

Make up your mind.

JJ Maybank.

Part two at 10 ❤s

(Part 2)

[highpope]

home with you - ch. one

Outer Banks!College AU | JJ Maybank x Original Female Character

Multi-part series in which Chandler moves into college with her best friends Sarah & Kiara. Only there's this asshole who lives above them that is out to make her life a living hell.

home with you series masterlist author's note: i'm kinda experimenting lmk what you think ⋅౨ৎ‧₊

“I can't believe it,” Chandler mutters into her phone while turning up the volume. Tucking her phone under her chin and grabbing the broom from the corner of the room, she continues, “These assholes who live above us have had music playing all day and it just got even louder,” 

Using both hands to lift it above her head, Chandler pounds the stick against the ceiling. Plaster all but rains down from the force of the broom. She was regretting the apartment choice already. She would have sucked it up and lived in the dorm, it wasn’t that bad.

A few more moments pass by without the music getting any softer.

“Sarah, I’m going to have to call you back.”

“No, Chan, please don’t make any enemies before Kie and I even move in. Wait until tomorrow when I’m there to smooth out the blow,” she whines. 

“I’m not going to make any enemies, relax.” Chandler answers as she grabs her keys off the counter and slips on her slides.

“I’m just going to remind them that they have neighbors and it’s midnight on a Tuesday.”

“Be nice.” Sarah warns.

“I’m always nice,” she lies as she pulls the heavy oak door closed behind her and starts up toward the staircase. Chandler isn’t the most agreeable person, but she’d like to think she’s reasonable.

Sarah snorts, “I mean it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She starts up the stairs thinking about when her friends are going to get here. Sarah was right, she is the more sensible one out of the three of them. Chandler tended to always take things to the next level. 

She follows the music to the second floor and to apartment B24. She couldn’t even hear herself think. There couldn’t be anyone else who moved in early besides you and, of course, whoever else was at this party. It’s impossible for anyone to sleep through this.

Pounding on the door, she feels herself get even more pissed off. There are people singing and laughing inside, oblivious to her presence. 

“Uh, can I help you?” a voice says from behind her.

“Do you live here?” Chandler replies loudly, whipping her head around.

The boy clears his throat, “yeah.” He replied sheepishly, smiling slightly, a bronze glow in his warm brown cheeks. 

He looked to be about the same age as her, tall and skinny wearing a blue OBX sweatshirt with headphones around his neck. He had a laptop and a book in his arms. 

He looked so nice she was almost embarrassed to have yelled at him, “I live downstairs. Uhm, directly downstairs to be exact and-”

“Oh, that’s great.” He exclaims, “You go to Kildare, too?”

She nods, “Yeah, communications major.”

He smiles again, “Cool, I’m studying history to become an Archivist.” 

That’s so weird, she thought, not expecting that answer, “That’s awesome.” 

Chandler shifts her weight onto her heels, “Anyway, I was just coming up here to see if you guys could turn the music down. I, uh, have practice early…” She felt awkward, the defensive attitude dropping as soon as he seemed excited to talk to her. No way I could yell at someone like this. 

His eyes widen slightly, “Oh, yeah.” he says, as if noticing the loud bass for the first time right now. 

“No problem,” he moves in front of her to unlock the door, “I usually just leave when they do this, go sit in the library. I’m thinking of adding a double major in forensic anthropology. That’s what I was originally going to study but then my friends and I found this old compass-”

He opens the door to reveal about 40 people all crammed into the small apartment and the rest of his sentence is instantly lost. A group of people are playing beer pong on a fold out card table while another group is playing flip cup on the kitchen island. It reeked of alcohol. 

“You can come in,” the boy says, squeezing his way through the crowd and tossing his bag in a large cubby hole like space to the left of the doorway. 

Chandler reluctantly follows him inside, trying to touch the least amount of people and surfaces as possible. She feels like she needs a shower after just breathing this air. It’s thick with sweat and smells like liquor.

“We just need to find John B and then it should be quieter."

She smiles at his use of “we” as if the two of them are in this together now. The nameless boy effortlessly makes his way around the crowded kitchen and into a more crowded living area. He scans the area and stalks over to a brunette boy perched on the arm of the couch, a bandana around his neck. It was hard to see him in the lighting, but his eyes were soft, clouded over slightly.

“Hey, man.” The bandana boy greets them, lifting his beer.

“Dude, we gotta turn this music down. It’s keeping people awake.” 

His eyebrows crease for a moment as if he has to translate the words his friend is saying first before responding, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

He nods and then walks over to a speaker with an iphone plugged in. He turns the music down pretty significantly before coming back over to them. 

“Thank you,” Chandler breathes.

“No problem. I’m John B.” He sticks his hand out for her to shake. She wants to ask if there’s a John A, but refrains. “Chandler, I live downstairs.” She sticks her hand out to return the gesture. 

“Oh shit, sorry. We didn’t think anyone else had moved in down there yet.”

“Yeah, well-”  She starts, but is cut off by someone in the crowd yelling.

“Yo, who turned down the music?” His voice was low and raw.

Another boy surfaced through the hoards of people, “What the hell, JB?” 

He was blond with freckles littering his nose. He had on a red baseball hat flipped backwards on his head and a gray T-shirt. There were a few tattoos scattered on his arms and one poking out of his t-shirt on his neck.

“It’s after midnight, JJ.” The first boy said. 

“And?” 

Chandler makes a face at the blatant disregard, feeling the anger from earlier returning. 

“And,” she cut in, “other people live in this building.” 

He rolls his eyes, not even looking in her direction, “And I thought you were the one with a stick up your ass,” he looks pointedly at the boy next to you. He laughs dryly, lightly smacking him on the chest. 

“He’s just mad ‘cause that girl stood him up earlier,” John B reassures the two of you. The blond’s eyebrows crease, “Shut up with that shit, man.”

“Dude, I’m sorry I didn’t know she-” the first boy attempts.

His eyes darken, “I don’t care about the date. I’m pissed ‘cause you turned the music down.”

She turns to face him, “some of us have to wake up in the morning and can’t sleep because the paint is practically falling off the ceiling at how loud the music is.” 

The two boys wince, but JJ stands strong, finally turning towards her. He’s taller up close, with a slight hardness to him. 

“My god, who even are you?” he spits.

She opens her mouth to reply, but someone begins to call for JJ in another room. His eyes move quickly between her and the kitchen before huffing away in that direction.

Chandler closes her eyes for a moment, trying to stay calm before turning back to the people in front of her, “Thank you again. I’m going to head back now.” 

“I’ll walk you out.”

“I’m sorry about all that. That’s just JJ.” He stresses once the two of you are back in the hallway. 

You shake your head, “No big deal. Goodnight,” she hesitates.

“Pope,” he fills in for her.

“Pope,” she finishes.

The next morning Chandler is out the door by 6:00 am, feeling particularly grumpy from her lack of sleep. After she went back downstairs last night, she attempted to set up what would be her bedroom. Her friends had most of her furniture in the U Haul they were driving from the outer banks. For now, she had half a deflated air mattress, kitchen appliances and her side table for her bedroom. The music upstairs completely stopped somewhere around 2:00 am. Around noon, their coach finally lets them go. Chandler’s already sore before she walks off the field. Her legs, tired of walking.

“Thank the lord,” her teammate, Cleo, groans as she finishes off one of her water bottles.

Chandler pulls her bag on, “I know, I’m about to sleep until next week.”

“You and me both, girl.” 

They wave to some of the other girls and start heading out. Campus is already super busy as they walk off the practice football field where the cheer team had been meeting for their pre-season practices. They had been doing 2-a-days for a week, but that finally ended today. It was move-in day officially for all students living on campus,families and kids pushing around their luggage and boxes in and out of the dorm buildings. Balloons and signs were posted on every building, “Group 1 Meet Here”, “Welcome to Kildare Kountry”. It was frankly overwhelming. 

“God, this is…a lot.” Chandler says, looking around.

Cleo laughs, “This was you last year, freshie. Don’t forget you’re still an underclassman around here.”

“Don’t remind me.”

They turn to cut through the parking lot, “Coming through!” a voice yells.

Cleo pulls Chandler’s arm, yanking her out of the way of a boy on a skateboard. He flies by, weaving between people before Chandler has the time to yell something. “Rude boy,” Cleo mutters under her breath, watching the boy disappear. “Wait. I think that was the guy at the party yesterday.”

“The one who freaked on you?” 

“Yeah” Chandler agrees. “JJ something…”

“Maybank” Cleo finished for her, an annoyed look in her eyes. “The kicker.” 

“For the football team?” She asks, more confused.

Cleo stops to face her, “No, the bowling team. What other team, girl?”

Chandler hums, “I guess I’ve never seen him without a helmet? Those other guys were probably on the team, too.”

“How do you not know the players for the team we cheer for?”

She laughs and they start walking again, “We don’t even face the field.”

The pair makes their way into the university coffee shop. All the tables are full already and the line curves around to the bathrooms.

“Do I gotta do everything for you?” Cleo asks sarcastically as she pulls out her phone and sends the official Instagram account for Kildare, along with JJ’s profile and a few others. 

[princesssarisa]

What is your opinion on Nala from The Lion King, because she is my favorite character in the movie, and I find her very underrated in the fandom of both the movie and Disney in general

Character ask: Nala (The Lion King)

Favorite thing about them: What a likable and admirable character she is in general. She starts out as a spunky, sassy cub whose friendship with Simba is adorable. Then she grows up to be a true queen in the making: graceful, dignified, a fierce and brave warrior, a voice of reason and duty who won't let Simba forget his responsibilities, yet still retaining her childhood playfulness in lighthearted moments, and a match for Simba in every way. Their childhood friends-to-lovers arc is one of Disney's most underrated love stories – not a main focus of the plot, but believable and endearing – and though her role obviously draws inspiration from Faline in Bambi, she has far more substance as a character than her deer predecessor. She's not just Simba's love interest, but a true and invaluable partner.

Least favorite thing about them: That she temporarily gives up on Simba in anger after he refuses to go back to the Pridelands or explain why. It's understandable, but it's still hard to watch. At least in her next scene, she's looking for Simba, which shows that she can't bring herself to abandon him after all, even before she learns that he's decided to go back.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I'm female.

*I was a fun-loving and sometimes mischievous child.

*I feel strongly about people's responsibility to help and protect others.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm not a lioness.

*I've never fought against hyenas.

*I've never dared to flirt with anyone the way she does when she licks Simba's cheek and gives him that "come hither" glance in "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?"

Favorite line:

As a cub, when Simba wants to take her to the Elephant Graveyard, but Zazu is babysitting them:

"So how are we gonna ditch the dodo?"

And when Simba calls himself a "genius" after they ditch Zazu with their "I Just Can't Wait to Be King" ploy:

"Hey genius, it was my idea."

As an adult, after she reunites with Simba:

"It's like you're back from the dead. You don't know how much this will mean to everyone. What it means to me."

When she tries to remind him of his responsibility to the Pridelands and he says she's starting to sound like his father:

"Good. At least one of us does."

When Simba looks at his homeland and says "If I don't fight for it, who will?"

"I will."

brOTP: Her mother Sarafina, Sarabi, the other lionesses, Timon and Pumbaa, and her cubs Kiara and Kion.

OTP: Simba.

nOTP: Mufasa or Scar.

Random headcanon: Her father was a friend of Mufasa's, who was briefly the pride's third dominant male. Real lion prides do sometimes have three adult males, after all, even though it's less common than just one or two. But he died while Sarafina was pregnant with Nala. Maybe he was killed in a battle against the hyenas, or in a hunting accident... and maybe Scar had something to do with it, to remove his competitor for the throne should Mufasa die childless. (Little did Scar know yet that Sarabi was also pregnant with Simba.)

Unpopular opinion: Related to the above: I don't believe for a minute that either Mufasa or Scar is her father. The lions of The Lion King clearly relate to their family members like humans do, even as they live in prides like real lions. If she were Mufasa's daughter and Simba's half-sister, or Scar's daughter and Simba's cousin, then that's how they would relate to each other. But they don't behave as if there's any blood relation between them – ergo, there isn't.

Song I associate with them:

"Can You Feel the Love Tonight?"

"Shadowland" from the Broadway musical.

Favorite picture of them:

[zyafics]

Hiiiii! What do you think about Kiiara and Rafe dynamic? I don’t think that they should be romantic at all, but I do think they have a very complex and interesting relationship and I wish we would’ve seen that more this season. I agree with y him telling Kiara that’s he’s a killer was such a dramatic shift. That could’ve been a very emotionally weighted scene and they missed a mark with that.. I don’t know if the writers were intentionally doing this but him admitting to her should’ve been more pointed. I think she’s really the only one in the group that has ever seen him show some type of remorse. Kiara is such a morally strong character. She’s willing to risk her life for literally anyone, even those who done her wrong . Where is Rafe does the same thing in a way but for his dad? he also thinks throughout the season that he’s doing the right thing or at least trying to. What do you think?

here's the thing, i think the pates are planting the seeds for riara. and as much as we don't like it, that doesn't stop the fact that there's a bunch of riara shippers on twt that are vocal and PROUD, and i'm almost certain the pates had to see SOME of their tweets at some point.

i haven't watched the season, but i can't help but think of two specific scenes in pt2 that is evidence for my hypothesis. which is, kie was the one who got the knife and cut rafe out, and kie told rafe not to go out there because he'll get killed and he said "he's a killer too," he's admitting intimate details to kie that sofia doesn't even access to. remember the proposal? remember when she tried to tell him about the hollis deal, and he said he's done worse but he never went into details. why is it KIE that gets rafe's first on-screen admission of guilt? that must've been such an awakening to him and he professes to some stranger? absolutely not. it should've been sarah, but since it's not, i fear it's setting up a romantic link.

i think kiara and rafe had a very interesting dynamic simply because he sees her as both a kook and pogue, and he refers to her with a sense of familiarity that she doesn't outright hate. however, there's a large gap in maturity and age, and i don't think it would work with what happened in s4. kie is grieving, and i hate the fact that they're trying to pair people together just to find an ending. kie should be alone and figuring it out! she has her friends and a support system for that.

lastly, i agree that kie is a morally strong character. she has a strong sense of empathy that guides her decision and she has a strong sense of justice too. so despite rafe having tried to kill her, and everything he's done (esp in s3) she still doesn't seem okay with the idea of him sacrificing himself or dying regardless of that.

rafe is more.. mature, but he had his slips of psychopathy in this season (which i love). he isn't completely changed, and i don't want the narrative to shove down our throats that he has. i doubt he would've gotten cleaned of cocaine by himself, i doubt that he's receiving therapy. he can't be this level-headed, and in the moments that he isn't—it shows the rafe that we all know from all the previous seasons. i like a gradual built of rafe demonstrating his slow changes. where he is piecing together what is right and wrong. where he's trying to find a moral balance of what he wants and what is right. but i still want him to hold onto that characteristic that made him him—his ruthlessness where he goes from A -> B with little regards on the steps that made him there. he called himself proactive? i truly believe that. he's so simple-minded, that he doesn't think of long-term consequences but rather how does he get something done the quickest, fastest way. i want that to be challenged with his growing emotional maturity.

[storytellerslense]

JJ Maybank character analysis

How parentification shaped JJ's personality

Part 2

Victim role, low self-esteem and compulsive caregiving

Especially in the first season of Outer Banks there are moments where JJ is not fully respected by his friends, the Pogues, and he often accepts this dismissive treatment. For instance, his ideas are frequently brushed off, and he is called names like "dumbass," reinforcing his belief that he is not valued or taken seriously. JJ tolerates this treatment, likely due to his low self-esteem and his desperate need to maintain these relationships, as flawed as they may be.

Additionally, JJ voluntarily gets himself into situations where he simply can't win, exemplifying his compulsive caregiving and martyr complex. For example, he confronts a group of Kooks alone to defend his friends, even though he knows he is outnumbered and likely to lose the fight. This behavior underscores his willingness to sacrifice himself for the sake of others, even when it is detrimental to his own well-being. He also constantly highlights how the Kooks have the advantage, which, while often true, also shows how he puts himself in the victim role more than the other Pogues.

JJ's low self-esteem is most poignantly visible in his interactions with Kiara in Season 3 Episode 4.

JJ feels uncomfortable when Kiara is getting close to him

When Kiara confesses her love for him, JJ's immediate reaction is to dismiss it. Kiara tries to confront him again, reminding him of an affectionate moment on the boat where they almost kissed. But JJ shrugs her off, recollecting the moment as "just weird", later admitting that he has issues getting close to someone.

Considering that JJ probably had a lifelong experience with parentification, it has caused him to prioritize others' needs over his own, leading to poorly developed emotional boundaries and a lack of understanding of his own desires. Coupled with his low self-esteem from his abusive upbringing, JJ struggles to believe he deserves love and affection. So when faced with Kiara's romantic interest, he feels confused and uncomfortable, questioning his worthiness and feeling that someone as stable as Kiara couldn't genuinely want to be with him.

Another point is that the potential relationship with Kiara represents a significant change and requires vulnerability, which JJ finds unsettling due to his need to always be strong and in control. This internal conflict makes the near-kiss feel strange and out of place for him. When admitting to his feeling of unworthiness, describing it as "not even having a home or parents" Kiara offers him help, which he refuses, illustrating once again his difficulty in accepting care from others.

JJ's low self-esteem and compulsive caregiving are deeply rooted in his responsibility thrust upon him from a young age and the lack of nurturing from his father which led JJ to develop a skewed sense of self-worth, believing that his value lies in what he can do for others rather than who he is. However, this can also expose JJ to extreme stress and anxiety. This is notably seen when JJ and John B. encounter smugglers threatening Miss Lana at her house in Season 1, Episode 2.

JJ's decision not to help Miss Lana once the smugglers are gone can be attributed to a combination of emotional overload, psychological exhaustion, and his complex relationship with trust and authority.

Contrary to his usual impulsive and confrontational nature, JJ experiences an anxiety attack, urging John B. to leave rather than confront the danger. This reaction can be interpreted as a symptom of his chronic stress and trauma of having experienced his abusive father. The sound of someone being beaten and threatened might evoke a generalized trauma response, leading to anxiety and a desire to escape the situation. This reaction could be seen as a form of PTSD, where certain triggers cause an overwhelming urge to flee rather than fight.

******I am sorry. This time I had to hurry and I wanted to get this done before going on holiday tomorrow. Thanks you so much your support, for reposting and giving me thumbs up!!! I find JJ to be a very interesting character with surprisingly much depth for a series like Outer Banks, probably because he is portrayed most relatable and realistic. If you have any other suggestions and ideas on what to do next, let me know.******

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

I'm halfway through 4x02 of Outer Banks and I truly can't see how Topper gets redeemed like so many people say... but the real truth is that no matters what happens he will never be redeemed in my eyes. Topper is an irredeemable, abusive, controlling, psychopath and nothing he does will make me forgive him. Honestly I can't imagine Topper ever admitting he's been wrong or to blame for anything.

I mean here's a dude who beat up John B and nearly drowned him and the only reason he stopped short of killing John B was because JJ put his gun against Topper's head (BTW this was before Sarah cheated on Topper with John B. Important note cause you can't make the argument that he was justified. Not that this would be justified regardless but I just think it's needs to be noted). Did John B press charges? He should have but no. John B probably felt like no one would believe a practically homeless teen on the wrong side of the tracks vs some rich dude with a lot of power plus he was running away from being taken by the DCS at that point. But regardless, that was psychotic behavior. And yet in season 3 when Sarah cheated on John B with Topper and John B punched Topper and then punched him like twice more when he was down... Topper tried to press charges against John B. Those whole episodes Topper acts like he's such a victim and John B is such a psycho for punching him when he was down when Topper fucking tried to drown John B. And then when Sarah and he reconcile, Topper spies on them and in a fit of rage burns down the house that John B, Sarah, and their friends are in. Like let's not forget who started this war Topper!! And even in 4x02 which is like 8 episodes before the end of series, up to this point at least, Topper is still a pretentious jealous prick who can't admit that he's been wrong in the past.

Let's recap what Topper has done. Just of the things that come quickly to mind...

He got John B fired from his job

He nearly had sex with Sarah but then she pulled away and changed her mind, he acted all pissy and upset with her.

I believe he beat up Pope. Both he and Rafe did. Rafe was the one who took it way too far but I do seem to recall Topper took a part in the beating.

He pushed John B off of some sort of tree house that was high up in the air and John B was lucky to have survived

He horribly beat up and nearly drowned John B while also making horrible comments about how John B's father had drowned and asking if he wanted to be like his father.

In a fit of rage he burned a house that Sarah, John B, Pope, JJ, Cleo, and Kiara were in

He persecuted John B and contributed to trying to get him arrested for a murder he did not commit simply because he was jealous and angry at John B. There's no fucking way Topper would have cared otherwise. Certainly not to that extent.

He called Sarah a slut after she cheated on him in S1. Let the record show that John B never called Sarah a slut even after being betrayed by her in S3.

Just because he's saved Sarah a few times doesn't make him a good person. Of course he's saved Sarah, he's fucking obsessed with her to a scary extreme that causes him to persecute and nearly kill people for so much as looking at her. I mean even the most evil people in history have people in their lives that they care enough or are obsessed with enough to save from death. And he tried to control and manipulate her. Even if he saves John B in the future it would be suspect to me cause the only way he would do that would be to get in Sarah's good graces. The only way I would believe that he changed is if he spent many many years improving himself. And that would mean him becoming more accepting of the pogues and also doing nice things that Sarah doesn't know about and wouldn't benefit his relationship with Sarah whatsoever. He needs to show that he has changed in every area of his life and for no other reason than to be a good person. He would need to apologize to John B, Pope, Sarah, and everyone else he has wronged. I need to believe that he feels true shame for his past actions. Sarah is scared of Topper that's why she wouldn't say that she was married to John B. It wasn't shame or a lack of dedication to John B. The girl is very much aware of the anger that is within Topper and she is scared of it.

On another note. It's so interesting to me the way an actor will do some massive mental gymnastics to try and act like their character is justified or a good person. Like I read somewhere that the actor who plays Topper said that Topper wasn't jealous of Sarah being with the pogues. He was just scared for her safety because the pogues live dangerous lives. BITCH!! You fucking nearly killed Sarah in a fire after seeing her about to have sex with John B so don't act like this is about her safety not jealousy. I think he needs to get all his senses in check and maybe stock up on some brain cells. Topper doesn't care about Sarah he's just a possessive son of a bitch who is determined to own her.

AGGGHHH I hate that guy's ugly face and even uglier personality. Mostly talking about the character here but I must admit the horribleness of that character has shaded how I look at that actor. I'm usually pretty good at separating the two but this is a hard one. I have a hard time when the actor refuses to fully admit that they play a villain. I can't look at Dacre Montgomery the same way because of how he tried to make excuses for Billy and said that Billy wasn't racist even though the Duffers confirmed that Billy was racist and it's also fucking obvious that he's a racist. All I ask is that actors have a modicum of self awareness and also a bit of integrity while playing these characters. This is like the dangerous kind of method acting where in extreme cases it makes people act horrible behind the scenes to their fellow actors or in this case people will get so into the head of their characters that they can't or refuse to see the bad in the characters. Method acting didn't used to be this bad.

Edit: BTW the problem isn't that Topper has been angry and jealous. The problem is how he reacts to his anger and how he stokes his anger. I mean if we take each event we can see how he reacted in a psychotic manner. For one, when he nearly drowned John B it was for no other reason except prejudice because he's a pogue. I can't remember what the exact instigation was but I know that it did not warrant that reaction. And also he seemed to take too much pleasure in trying to kill John B. I feel like even the most ardent Topper defender would admit that he acted psychotic there. And that prejudice has not changed. He still hates pogues simply because they are pogues. He's still pretentious and hateful. Secondly, after he finds out that Sarah cheated on him with John B, he pushed him off of the tall tree house. Again John B could have died. That was a gross overreaction. If he had punched John B on the ground it would have been some great drama and honestly he would have been justified but his anger took his actions too far. Thirdly, before he beat up Pope... poor Pope was just minding his own business doing his job and I think they were on some country club land or something and Topper and Rafe acted like he didn't belong there maybe cause they're racist or maybe just because he's a pogue but either way it's horrible and prejudice and then Rafe and Topper beat him up for no other reason then they are prejudice and psychotic. Fourthly, when he burns down John B's house, that is in episode 3x08 I believe, which shows that he is still psychotic many years after that last incidents. Again punching John B would have been fine but instead he nearly kills 6 people. And the way he showed no shame in his actions and even moved forward in his attempt to press charges against John B... it's beyond psychotic and hypocritical.

[blac-ivy]

Now what y'all not gon do is call my girl Kie a brat.

I'm so sick of seeing Kiara be insulted.

At first I also thought she was pushing it trying to convince everyone and herself she's a true pogue when she's privileged, but all this girl has ever done is be exactly that, she's misunderstood by her parents, especially her pompous father and you all act like she's the worst person for rebelling, like any normal teenage girl would, in the name of what she believes in.

She understands her parents concern and she's not mad they're trying to protect her, she just wants them to HEAR her.

She told her father the truth and he laughed in her face and said she was being led astray, but somehow, she's the villain.

Have none of you ever felt like you were sure of something, believed in something so strongly just for people to brush you off and say you're just a kid? So sure that they know better than you?

I feel like a lot of her criticism is projection, this girl has been faithful to her friends, walked with them through hell and back, been kicked out of her home, faced her parents ire, put her future on the line when she could have just gone home. And some of you don't understand that kind of loyalty and devotion.

And don't get me started on the Jayara antis " they have nothing in common" as if it's so impossible to love someone who's a complete opposite when you literally have the same spirit, and they are often in close proximity, feelings get muddled and there's nothing wrong with being young and exploring those feelings, but I'll save that for now I've said enough.

Of all the characters to be mad at, you choose Kiara, who is just a girl, trying her best.

I'm not saying she doesn't have her faults or that she can't be criticized but there's something about the way women of colour are torn to shreds as a whole as opposed to just criticisizing or commenting on their bad moments.

And I hate to bring that aspect up because it often becomes the focus, but it cannot be ignored.

In short, watch your mouth (keyboard) when you talk about her.

Anyway

[numberonetacostan]

hello kind tea bag I have the need to be autistic about tacomic in your inbox.

Hiya Kiara!!!!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in TACOMIC!!!! And for calling me tea bag I like that a whole lot!!!! X3 These thoughts are quite delicious!!!!

She does have so very many walls!!!! She doesn't let herself feel or think about her own feelings or regrets as much as she's able to block them out, there's no way in HELL she wants to talk about them to anyone, even Mic, and even as Mic becomes more important to her. But when Mic chooses to defend her despite Knife bringing Pickle into the conversation, it really means something to her!! And gets her thinking about the friend she lost as much as she tries to ignore those feelings, which contributes to her actions in episode 14!! She wants to prove to Mic that she's a good partner, that she's useful, she's helping, Mic can trust her, but in doing so she breaks Mic's trust and loses her too!!! And she ISN'T coping well afterwards!!!!!!! Sorry I feel like I'm just restating what you said, but like, your analysis is very good and correct I don't know what I should add.

I see it as Mic being a partner in Taco's eyes until around episode 13!! We see her using "Mic" instead of "Microphone" to refer to her here, this is the episode in which Mic defends Taco, and immediately following it in ep 14 they're joking about Taco betraying Mic (we see Taco handling stressful situations with humor prior to this, that's what I see her doing in this scene as well, playing off a notion that upsets her by joking about it). Even if Taco doesn't want to talk to Mic about her feelings, the care Mic is trying to show does mean something, yeah? And then they divorce. Meowch!!! Taco unintentionally betrays Mic's trust and Mic leaves her, hitting her right where it would hurt when they talk for what Taco believes is the last time, as Mic has been shown to do previously like when she lashes out at Cheesy (who also kinda deserved it with how he kept pushing when mic made her dislike and discomfort with his jokes very clear, but regardless she still does hit them where she knows it will hurt when she lashes out). When Taco finally sees someone as liking her for who she actually is rather than her facade, they leave her, and she falls apart. She had finally just started to really connect with someone for the first time, after the lies, the loneliness, everything, and just like that it's gone, and Mic hates her too.

But, yeah, while the minecart scene makes Taco feel closer to Mic, it makes Mic feel further from and more distrusting of Taco. Taco knows Mic, she's read her diary for cobs' sake, but Mic doesn't know Taco very well, and Taco won't open up to her. She truly does care about Taco, and likes her too!!! But between the seeds of doubt planted in episode 13, Taco's unwillingness to be emotionally honest/open/available, and her kidnapping Mepad, electrocuting Fan, and killing Test Tube after she brushed off promising not to hurt anyone, Mic can't do it anymore. Taco was trying to be genuine and be a good friend, but that involves not listening to Mic, which especially for Mic is a big deal, and proves to her that Taco really is just using her!!! Yes!!!!!!!! Sorry again for not adding much you're very spot on.

Misunderstandings, assumptions, miscommunication, and the push and pull of the trust between them. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *explodes for the second time today bc I love ii i love tacomic i love taco i love exploding too*

[meggiejolly]

"You were the first" (Outer Banks fanfic)

Prompt from @fictober-event Warnings: (somewhat) Major Character Death (offscreen), past child abuse, mention of overdose Pairing: JJ Maybank/Kiara Carrera Authors Note: I really don't know what this is, tbh. I meant to write a quick little fic mostly to get to my word count goal. It turned out longer and much angstier than I planed. It's my first OBX fic and I don't think I got the voices of the characters write yet. It's not edited at all, I might go over it in a few days and post an edited version on AO3, I'll see.

It was a normal afternoon, boring almost. Kiara and JJ were hanging out at the house, everyone else was off elsewhere. They were lounging, lazily passing a joint back and forth and lamenting that there wasn’t enough swell to go surfing. 

Their lazy afternoon was interrupted by a car pulling up. JJ cursed when he looked up to see the blue sheriff’s truck and threw the almost finished joint into an empty bottle.Then he jumped up and went over to meet Shoupe. 

“What the hell Shoupe? I didn’t even do anything this time!” He called out and Kie questioned if that was a smart thing to say to a cop while reeking of weed. But that was JJ for you. 

She followed after him more calmly. 

“Everything ok?”

Shoupe looked nervous and way too serious, but not pissed off at them. That couldn’t be a could sign. 

“I’m not here for that, no one’s in trouble.” Shoupe paused and it seemed like he was bracing himself for something. 

“They found your father JJ.”

Kie could see JJ tense up but he shrugged nonchalantly. “He’s back in prison then?” 

Shoupe looked uncomfortable. “No. I’m sorry to have to tell you this JJ, but he has been found dead. It seems to have been an overdose.” 

Kie could see how JJ froze, so she softly pushed past him and smiled at Shoupe. 

“Thank you for letting us know Shoupe. Is it ok if he comes to the station tomorrow or something to handle things?” 

Shoupe hesitated for a moment, but with a look at the shock frozen JJ, he eventually nodded. 

“Alright. But please make sure he actually shows up.” 

Kie promised and Shoupe left. For a moment Kiara just stood there, almost as frozen as JJ was.

Then she shook herself mentally and touched JJ’s shoulder carefully. 

“Jayj, hey. Can I give you a hug?” 

That got JJ out of his stupor and he shrugged off her hand. 

"What? Nah, I'm good Kie. Good riddance to that asshole!" 

"JJ…" Kiara tried but JJ interrupted her. 

"It's a relief. Seriously. At least this way I don't have to kill him." He was pacing back and forth now, all nervous energy that Kie was afraid could turn destructive really fucking fast.

"I almost did once you know? Remember that gun we found in that hotel room? I held it to his head when he was passed out on the couch. Was this close" He held up his hand, thumb and pointer finger almost touching, "to pulling that trigger."

Kie wanted to say something, but she didn't find the right words before he continued. 

"Should have known I'd just have to wait, he was bound to do himself in sooner or later. Don't know why I bothered to steal those pills from him when he left that last time."

JJ continued pacing and talking for a while. He said terrible things that had tears running down Kie's face. She really wanted to hug him, kind of wanted to resurrect Luke Maybank just to kill him again. JJ deserved so much better than that fucking monster of a father. 

But she couldn't reach JJ, it was probably better to just let him get it all out and when he eventually ran out of steam she would be there for him. She would hold him and call the other Pouges here and they would remind him he had a family that loved him and would always be there for him. 

Until then she'd just have to stomach what JJ was saying and curse herself for looking away for so long. 

Eventually JJ sank down on a sun lounger and buried his head in his hands. "Fuck." He mumbled, "I can't believe he's dead." 

Kie sat down next to him and this time he didn’t shrug her off when she put an arm around his shoulder. 

“He was a fucking waste of space, a grade an asshole and I hated his guts!” JJ said and Kiara could feel him shaking. She pulled him closer. 

“But he’s my Dad and I love him.” His voice was shaking and Kiara was pretty sure he was crying. She hadn’t seen JJ cry since the day in the hot tub. 

She admired him for still being able to love his dad, even after everything he had put him through. JJ had the biggest heart out of anyone she knew and loved so unconditionally, it was so fucking unfair that his parents couldn’t see that or give him the love he deserved. 

“I know you do JJ, that’s ok.You’re allowed to feel those things at the same time. You can grieve him and be relieved at the same time.” 

Some of the tension seemed to drain out of JJ and he turned to lean into Kiara. His arms went around her and she could feel him silently crying into her shoulder. 

There wasn’t much more to do than to hold him, hum softly and pet his hair, hoping she could give him a little bit of comfort. 

After a while JJ sighed and straightened up. 

“Thanks. I… fuck I needed that. I’m sorry Kie.” 

Kiara shook her head and ducked down a little to look into his eyes. “Hey, no. You don’t need to apologize for needing a hug or crying. I’m here for you, whatever you need.” 

JJ gave her a weak smile. “Thank you. That… that means a lot.” 

Kie smiled back and then reached over to grab one of their beer bottles. It was probably warm now and well on its way to flat, but something to drink would be good after the crying. 

To her surprise, JJ hesitated.  

“I’m… not sure I should drink right now. I really don’t want to end up like him, you know?”

“Yeah. Yes of course. Let me get you some water or something. Be right back.” 

Kiara went into the house and grabbed them each a bottle of water. 

"Heads up!" She called when she came back and tossed a bottle at JJ who caught it easily. 

"Thanks." 

They sat in silence next to each other, sipping their water until JJ eventually said. "You were the first you know?"

"The first what?"

"The first person I ever told that my father hit me." 

Kiara looked at him surprised. "I was?" 

JJ didn't look at her. "Yeah. You had just started hanging out with us a couple of weeks ago and I showed up with a big bruise on my arm. You just asked me what happened and I told you. All nonchalantly, that my dad had done it. I don't think you believed me, you never brought it up again. I don't even know why I told you, I was always so careful back then to make up believable stories for all my bruises, but something about the way you asked me, just made me tell you the truth."

Kie swallowed. "Oh. I… I don't remember that. I guess I must have not believed you. I'm really sorry about that Jay. I should have told someone—"

JJ interrupted her. "No, you shouldn't have. They would have not believed me, and he would have gotten so mad. Or worse they would have taken me away from all of you. It's ok, I handled it. That's why I never told John B. or Pope. Or you a second time, because I was afraid you'd tell your parents and they would do something." 

Kie put her arm around him again. "You shouldn't have had to handle it. I'm so sorry you had to go through that." 

JJ just shrugged, but didn't make her take away her arm. 

"Big John didn't know?" Kie asked after a moment.

JJ shrugged again. "He must have suspected. He asked some pointed questions sometimes, but I was very careful never to let anything slip in front of him, so I guess he didn't think he had enough proof to do anything. He did tell me I was always welcome at the Chateau, which was the only help I wanted anyways." 

Kie nodded thoughtfully. 

"Do you want me to let the others know?"

"Nah, I'll tell them when they get back. Don't want to ruin their day with this."

"They would want to be there for you."

"Yeah, but… they can do that later. Right now you being here is all I need." He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Thanks for that."

Kie kissed him back and smiled. "Of course, always."