#i guess cameron would kinda make a little sense

[voidimp]

hmm i havent projected Joint Pain onto any of my ocs yet have i. whos getting joint pain

[notti-stellate]

Measuring Cups

Rafe Cameron x reader

Word count: 0.5k

Proofread: Kinda

“Rafe,” you called, stepping into Rafe’s bedroom. He’s probably out, you thought to yourself as you plopped down on his bed, leaning against the wall. You smiled looking around his room, it was so Rafe, bed unmade and desk cluttered with different colognes he’d collected. ‘I guess I never really paid much attention to what exactly his room looked like’ you realized. You was always far too distracted by the blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that were Rafe Cameron.

“Oh hey, I didn’t know you were here yet.” Rafe said, walking out of his bathroom with a towel around his slim waist. All you were able to respond with was a smile and a shrug of your shoulders, focusing all your energy on keeping your heart from jumping out of your chest. 

You had been best friends with Rafe for years, being Topper’s sister and all. The problem with that though, would be your huge crush on him. It seemed everyone but him knew about it. He was different around you, always smiling and joking. Little did you know this was because he shared your strong feelings, having liked you since the summer he met you. At first he brushed it off, assuming it was like all the other girls he thought were hot but after you cleaned him when he fell out of a tree a few years back, he realized you were different. 

“Hungry?” He asked, throwing on an old tee short and some sweatpants. 

“Always,” You chuckled, standing from your spot on his bed and walking out the door.

Walking over to the pantry, you opened peering in.

“Mac’ and cheese or pancakes?” You asked, turning to Rafe holding both boxes. 

“Mac’ and cheese all the way” He said, grabbing a pot from one of the many cabinets. 

Smiling to yourself, you searched for the measuring cups, that same smile fading when you realized they were in the cabinet above the oven. You reached up as high as you could but came nowhere near grabbing them. 

Suddenly, you felt a hard chest against your back as Rafe reached up from behind you. What was actually ten seconds felt like 10 years to you. The feeling of his warm breath on your neck, the smell of his strong beachy cologne engulfing your senses. Turning around, you saw Rafe setting the cups down on the counter next to you, making eye contact with you. Neither of you moved, your faces just mere inches from each other. You watched as his eyes flickered down to your lips. He looked back into your eyes, as if asking for permission, without another second passing you smashed your lips onto his lush pink ones.

It was magical, the feeling of your lips moving in motion, your lips parting when his tongue grazed your lower lip. If you could have stayed in that moment forever you would’ve. You parted from him, both lightly gasping for air. “Wow,” You mumbled, making Rafe chuckle and shake his head. The rest of the night was spent similar to this, your lips latched onto each other, both happy that you were finally together. Telling your brother was going to be a problem for a different day.

[td-brick]

brick jo and anne maria 4 ask game :^)

Thank you for the ask :-)) everything is under the cut since the post ended up being pretty long

Brick:

Sexuality: BUTCH LESBIAN i've talked about this sooooo much but i dont care. she literally immediately read as butch to me when i saw her. i honestly can't see her any other way

Gender: trans girl!

Ship: i mean its obvious if you look at my account that i love jock an abnormal about. i like brawn too though!

Platonic ship: if she was in all stars i feel like her and courtney could have gotten along.. or maybe hated eachother idk but i think they're similar to some degree that i like to think about them as friends. her and anne maria are cute as friends too

Random headcanon: I like to think that she enjoys drawing (even outside of fashion design stuff which we know she canonically likes). whether she's good at it or not is for you to decide but i think she just does it for fun and as kind of a regulation tool in a way if she gets upset or something.. idk like it's comforting to her

General opinion: I LOVE HER!!! (obviously)

Jo:

Sexuality: again she's a butch lesbian.. i think the butch part is more of a journey for her though bc it's about a specific role and dynamic you have in a relationship and her having such a "everyone for themselves"/loner kind of mindset (i guess idk how to word it) makes it harder for her to embody that but eventually as she grows i think she gets there! and its something she likes being

Gender: cis girl

Ship: like i said. jock. I also lovelove joeather i think they could have such an interesting dynamic... i talked about it like once but i never posted it here and it would make this long post even longer so i won't unless anyone really wants to hear it but! ya.. and jomaria is cute...

Platonic ship: her and lightning!! i think they have a fun rivalry :^)) i also like her and cameron. i think even though she's kinda mean to him, under different circumstances (aka nothing competitive like td and probably after she grows as a person a little more) she would kind of take him under her wing in a way

Random headcanon: She would like faith no more I DONT CARE!! I can imagine anything

General opinion: Fav if they treated her better in canon the world would be so beautiful. she's a cutie pie and i love her so much

Anne maria:

Sexuality: femme lesbian LOL ALL MY ANSWERS FOR THIS SO FAR HAVE BEEN LESBIAN but i could see her as bi too

Gender: honestly i havent really thought about it... i guess cis girl but i'm not set in that. i could see any anne maria gender hc presented to me

Ship: jomaria of course... i don't think i really have any more for her lol

Platonic ship: again her and brick are really cute!!! obviously they have very different fashion senses but they bond over both liking fashion as a general topic. she likes doing brick's hair a lot once she grows it out more too i think. also i saw a post of someone editing her a topher as friends and i thought that was funny and honestly they would probably get along really well

General opinion: I don't have many opinions on her i like her but shes just kinda There in my head. but i think she's cool ^_^ and she has a fun design

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

Oooh that's an interesting premise for requests! :] May I perhaps suggest then... Uh honestly kinda feeling Terry/Nicky for this one! Also ehshsjskkwjwke maybe Jodie/Ron??????

silly little fan kid prompts

in a wildly out of character moment for me, i COMPLETELY skimmed over the rodie part of this ask fdhjgbdhb so i will ! do that next and @ you in it! BUT hey. hey. shakes a terrick kid at you

this is cameron, my new baby girl sweet daughter cameron. i like to headcanon that samantha always did terry's hair when he was young, so it was cute to me to imagine that terry would do the same to her :] and of course, nicky has to introduce cameron to all the sick ass movies that glenn showed him, including the ever famous predator handshake.

both the stamplers and the close-foster-etc families have very specific like. through-lines in their families which make this combo interesting for a fan kid? im gonna put my further notes under a cut along with some etc rambling because this is just. exciting to me. i usually make fan kids with a story already in mind, but this exercise is kind of the opposite where i have to figure out the story as i go, and thats really fun to me :D

mild spoilers for the newer episodes of season 2, but i decided to uh. Pay Attention To Biology here since terry jr was revealed to be infertile, and i think thats interesting, so cameron is adopted!! this obviously left my options pretty open, but i decided to still stick with a mixed kid, Black/Chinese, since 1. feels kinda against the point of a fan kid if i just did a random design lol and 2. considering nicky's odd genealogy as well as his severe issues with wanting his dad(s) to be proud of him and the way hes so lopsidedly attached to his family, i figured he would be the type of guy to want his adopted kid to look like him. i dont think terry would care, but he would want nicky to be happy, so it all works out in that regard ! i went back and forth a bit on if i wanted her to have freckles, i thought it could be a cute tie back to jodie, but decided against it.

she does follow the Ron -> Terry -> Ron -> Terry naming scheme, originally i was gonna go for a terry name but i figured a ron one would make more sense lol so her name is cameron! i think she would take a lot of fashion inspiration from her parents, ive always seen them as both very. emo/alternative. terry less so as he grows older, but nicky definitely clings to it, and i think that would rub off on cameron. shes not as dark and edgy as they are - i think she would be a pretty bright and bubbly kid, actually - but i kinda like the idea of her being lowkey scene/scemo. yes im biased because thats one of my favorite sub-cultures, but its CUTE. i didnt really feel like doing full outfit sketches but just know that if i did. she would be scene. and like both of her dads as teens (and nicky still into adulthood), she does dye her hair pretty heavily hehe

the only real unfortunate thing about fan kids for a series thats like. already very heavy with canon kids. is that it kind of leaves everything in a weird place where its like... do cassandra and taylor exist in this? do veronica and scary? and uhhh i dunno ghbfjdgdfhjh up to interpretation, i suppose. its easy enough to just have cassandra and nicky be divorced, but the veronica/terry of it all is murkier ... food for thought, i guess. scary would fuckin hate cameron though i think they would argue LMAO

[12colors]

TD All'n'Awful - "Not so happy return of the campers - part 2". Full

Challenge 1 – Jumping off the cliff We are on the top of the familiar cliff, with all contestants, and Chris.

Chris:

Okay. Let's get over the rules once more. You all will be jumping in order you were assigned to the teams. So it will be: Ezekiel, Eva, then Noah, then justing etc. and ending on Priya. Those who are too scared to jump, will recieve theese fancy chicken hats and will lose a point for their team.

Chef shows the chicken hats

The team with most jumpers will have a reward, while the team with least jumpers will be penalised.

Shall we start?

Ezekiel succesfully jumps

Eva follows

Then noah

and Justin

Katie

Tyler

Izzy

Cody

And we get to Beth

Beth:

I don't know if I can do this.

Lindsay:

Of course you can! You survived the whole Total Drama Action!

I know that you can do it!

Beth:

If you say so?

Beth walks up to the ledge. She looks back at her team. Lindsay has her thumbs up.

Beth then jumps.

Chris:

Sadie? Katie already jumped, so I guess you will to, right?

Sadie nods and jumps.

Chris:

Courtney?

Courtney:

No way I m jumping. Look at the other teams. At Least one of them is gonna do worse than my team.

Chris:

Okay, chicken!

Chris puts the chicken hat on her

Shall we continue?

Harold jumps

Trent too

Bridgette

and Lindsay

Chris:

Hey, there DJ.

Not gonna jump, huh?

DJ: Looks over the ledge

Sorry team. I just can't.

Chris then gives a hat to DJ.

Geoff jumps

Leshawna

Duncan

Heather:

I was already bald. Little bit of wet hair can't be worse than that.

Heather jumps.

Gwen jumps.

Owen is about ot jump, but Chris stops him.

Chris:

I know that you can jump, but for other's safety, don't do it. You get a point as a jumper.

Mildred:

How is that fair?

Chris:

Don't wanna make a natural disaster.

Mildred:

Oh yeah? I would jump too, but I don't wanna. Count me as a jumper then!

Chris:

You can jump? Prove it. Otherwise...

He takes out the chicken hat

Mildred:

Ugh... Fine! I will take the stupid hat!

Mildred stands alongside Courtney and DJ

We get back to jumping

Sierra jumps

It's Alejandro's turn

Duncan: Who already was with the rest of Jumpers

Do a flip!

So Alejandro jumps, doing a flip.

Staci jumps

Dakota: Jumps

CANNONBALL!

Sam:

Cool!

B jumps.

Chris:

Okay, Dawn! It's your turn.

Looks around

Dawn?

Chris' walkie talkie then speaks in Chef's voice.

We turn the camera to Chef, who is in the boat of losers, getting the jumpers from the water. Dawn is alongside him... Dry.

Chef:

She is here Chris.

Chris:

Did she jump?

Chef:

Ugh... Kinda?

Chris:

Fine, I will count it.

We then turn back to Chris and the rest of the people who didn't jump yet.

Sam jumps

Anne Maria

Mike

Jo

Scott:

No way! Fang might be there!

Sierra: Who is alongside the jumpers.

I checked! No Fang!

Scott:

I m NOT gonna risk it. Chris, give me the hat.

Chris gives Scott the hat, and Scott stands next to Courtney, DJ and Mildred

Courtney:

Why didn't you jump?

Scott:

At least I had a reason to not jump Ms „Others are worse than me”

Courtney:

I don't sound like that!

Chris:

Please dont interrupt me! Zoey?

Zoey nods and jumps

Lightning jumps too

= Cameron's Confessional =

Cameron:

Well, Explosive Eagles already had 3 chickens, meaning that even if I, MK and Emma would all chicken out, It would be a tie for the last place at worst. But I bet that Emma will jump. So by that sense, I don't have to.

We could aim for the 1st place to get the reward carts... But that might make us look like a dangerous team, leading to bigger chances for sabotage, etc.

And even is pushing the crates might be hell, there are only 4 of them per team, so I will get a help from at least one player, hopefully Eva.

…

Yeah.

= End of the Confessional =

Cameron stands alongside other Chickens with the Chicken hat

Caleb jumps

Axol jumps

Nichelle is hesitating

= Nichelle's Confessional =

Nichelle:

It's the perfect situation to show Jerry, that I can make better stunts than him.

And maybe, slowly I will be able to regain the trust of my fanbase.

= End of the Confessional =

Nichelle:

Let's do this!

Nichelle jumps.

Scary girl looks over the edge... Scared?

She goes back, takes the chicken hat from Chris, and sits, holding her knees, smiling.

Scary Girl:

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Zee:

Scared of jumping?

Scary Girl:

...

Zee:

Don't worry, I will jump for both of us, and get a point for each of us.

Priya:

And how are you gonna do that?

Zee:

Hmmm. Oh! I will jump, and claim two halves of a point. One for scary girl, ando one for me. How about that Chris?

Chris:

I will allow it, but wait for your turn, cause It's Damien's time to jump.

Damien:

I don't know if I can do it, man...

Chase: Walks up to Damien

Don't worry, you can do it.

Accidentally pushes Damien off the cliff

Oops

MK: Goes to chris and takes the chicken hat

No way I m jumping

And she goes alongside the other chickens

Wayne then jumps

So does Raj

And ripper

Chris:

Zee, It's your turn to claim two halves of the point.

Zee jumps

Chase jumps

Emma:

If Chase can jump, so can I

jumps

Julia goes to chris and gets a chicken hat.

= Julia's Confessional =

Julia:

Yeah, Aggressive Ants already have the reward, since everyone from their team jumped. So, yeah... No reason to jump.

= End of the Confessional =

Millie jumps

Bowie gets the chicken hat

= Bowie's Confessional =

Bowie:

We already lost. Even if Priya wouldn't jump, which she will.

We would get the penality.

So yeah, I didn't jump

= End of the Confessional =

And Priya indeed jumps.

Chris:

No one left.

So theese are all the chickens:

Aggressive Ants – no one

Bloody Beavers – Cameron and MK

Cruel Crows – Julia

Deadly Deer – DJ

Explosive Eagles – Courtney, Blainley, Scott and Bowie

Ferocious Ferrets – Scary Girl

…

Meaning that Aggressive Ants get the reward, and Explosive Eagles get the penality.

We turn to the jumpers, where the whole Team of Aggressive Ants are happy that they won.

Challenge 2 – Building the Jacuzzi

We then cut to the next scene, where Chef is handcuffing Courtney.

Camera goes back, to reveal that every member of Explosive Eagles is already handcuffed, and Aggressive Ants already have their Crates on carts.

Chris:

Alright. The second half of the challenge will be making a Jacuzzi. First, you will have to transport theese creates to the campsite, where you will have to open them ONLY WITH YOUR TEETH. In them, there will be the stuff required to make the jacuzzi. After the 1st Jacuzzi will be finished, other teams will have a bonus hour to catch up before the challenge ends. Jacuzzi's Will be judged by me and ranked, based on their quality, and whenever they are actually finished. The best team will have the mansion, while the worst team will have to eliminate someone during the ceremony. Is everything clear?

Katie:

Ugh... We will get rid of those handcuffs after the challenge?

Chris:

Yep.

Anyway, The challenge starts in:

3

2

1

…

Go!

Unlike the Original version of this challenge in TDI, this time, things are way more steady.

Aggressive Ants of course are the fastest, with the carts being a big help.

After them, there are Cruel Crows. Since Dakota is over 2 times bigger (and higher) than mmost contestants, easly can hold two of their four chests, and two other chests have 4 pushers each. Beth, Lindsay, Caleb and Wayne, pushing one, and Noah, Gwen, Mike and Julia pushing the other.

Deadly Deer are so far 3rd, due to having few stronger players: DJ, Owen, B, Jo and Axel. Even If Owen got tired quickly, they are doing quite well.

Bloody Beavers and Explosive Eagles are making about the same progress. Even if Explosive Eagles have their hands handcuffed together, it doesn't matter in pushing.

Ferocious Ferrets are the slowest. Leshawna, Priya and Zoey are doing the most work in pushing. Leshawna does push with Harold, who got exhausted very quickly, and similar story with Sam.

Only others pushing are Zee, Scary Girl and Tyler, but it's still not good enough.

But let's focus on Cruel Crows right now.

Noah: Looks at Dakota

Why are you here with us?

Dakota:

What do you mean?

Noah:

You are clearly not strugling. You should take those two crates of yours, take them to the camp, and return to us, to take the remaining two.

Dakota:

You guys sure that you don't need my help here?

Lindsay:

Yeah, We will be fine. Do as Noah says, and maybe we will be sleeping in the mansion tonight! You will be a hero!

Dakota:

I like that idea, Okay!

Dakota runs, while the rest of her team are pushing.

We turn to Aggressive Ants, who seem to be happy from being in the first place, until they hear loud stomps. They turn to see Dakota gaining on them.

Damien:

That's unfair! They have the giant!

Alejandro:

There is nothing we can do about it now. Just push harder!

Dakota runs past them.

We turn to Bloody Beavers, who are going somewhere alongside Deadly Deer. We focus on Anne Maria, who is pushing her crate with Cameron and Emma.

Anne Maria: Stops pushing

That's it. I can't push it anymore. Too bad this thing doesn't have a wheels. Can't we find anything to make this easier?

Cameron: Stops pushing, and so does Emma

Look around! There is nothing! There is just Beach and the forest. Nothing to make use of!

Crate pushed by Staci, Heather and Cody reaches them.

Staci: Stops pushing and walks up to them.

Oh! That reminds me that one time, where my Grand Grandparents had to move a heavy container, so they cut down the trees from the forest, and placed the logs under the container, to move it easier.

Cameron:

That's a great idea Staci, but you know what's the problem? How are we gonna cut down trees without axes?!

Heather Stops pushing her crate, and Cody can't push by himself, so he also stops.

Heather walks up to them.

Heather:

Ladies. Don't argue, and push the goddamn crates!

Eva, Bridgette and MK, with their 2 crates, didn't stop unlike the rest of the team, and kept up with Explosive Eagles, while Heather, Cody, Staci, Anne Maria, Emma and Cameron from Bloody Beavers stayed behind.

Anne Maria:

You can go, I don't stop you. But I ain't gonna push the crate.

Heather:

Why the hell not?

Anne Maria:

I'm tired.

Emma:

And we are not supposed to be?

Anne Maria:

I don't order you to push the crates.

We turn the camera to Ferocious Ferrets, who are getting closer to Bloody Beavers.

Their mood seems quite low.

Leshawna:

Aw, man. I can't believe that we are last!

Sierra:

Not for long! Look!

She points at the 6 of the Bloody Beavers, who stopped

We still might have a chance!

Zoey:

You hear that? Push the crates! The game isn't over yet!

Ferocious Ferrest regained hope. Even Sam and Harold were trying to help push the crates... despite not doing the best, they started gaining on Bloody Beavers.

And we turn back to the Bloody Beavers.

Cody:

If we don't hurry up, they might...

Cody points at the direction behind them, and sees Ferocious Furrets gaining on them

Heather gasps. After that, she grabs Anne Maria by her shoulders.

Heather:

If we end up last, and we lose, I will make sure that YOU will be the one going home.

Anyone opposed?

She looks at the rest of the group

Neither Cody, Emma, Cameron or Staci raise an opposition.

Heather: Looks back at Anne Maria

See? 5 votes against you. That means that you will guaranteed be eliminated, unless you start pushing the crate. YOU GET IT?

Anne Maria:

Fine!

All six of them start pushing their two crates.

But Ferocious Ferrets already managed to catch up. They are now going head to head.

We then turn to Aggressive Ants.

Dakota is passes them again, but this time running FROM the camp. She is breathing heavly.

Chase:

Why was she running in the opposite direction?

Trent:

To get the other crates! We have to hurry up if we wanna have the mansion tonight!

We turn to Cruel Crows. Dakota runs up to them. She is breeathing heavly.

Dakota:

Give Me

Inhale

the crates!

Caleb:

Dakota, are you okay?

Dakota: Picks up the remaining 2 crates

Yeah, it-it's nothing really.

Let's just hurry, so we can have the mansion, okay?

She starts running back to the Camp, and the rest of the team follows her.

We then get to the Explosive Eagles, and 3 Bloody Beavers going close to them: Eva pushing one crate, and Bridgette and MK pushing the other.

MK:

Wait... Where are the others?

Eva:

Doesn't matter. Let's just continue.

Bridgette:

We can't just let them behind!

Eva: Turns to Bridgette, and after few seconds goes back to pushing her crate.

They stopped, It's their problem to keep up with us. Waiting for them or going back will only slow us down.

MK:

Let's just get to the camp, and start working on the Jacuzzi.

They will have to catch up.

We get at the campsite. Both Aggressive Ants and Cruel Crows arrived.

Aggressive Ants start unloading their Crates from the Carts.

Cruel Crows catch up to Dakota waiting for them, sitting next to the crates.

Mike:

Umm... Why are the crates... Bitten?

Dakota:

We didn't

GASP

Eat yet, And I was

GASP

Hungry a bit...

Julia:

And you tried eating... the wooden crates?

Noah:

Why did you have to bite every single one of them, and not just eat one then?

Dakota:

They tasted like wood

GASP

and I thought that the next one would

GASP

Taste Better.

Lindsay:

Wait you guys! This is a good thing! Chris did say that we needed to open them with our teeth, and Dakota just did that!

Bit of silence before celebrating.

Caleb: Interrupts the celebration.

But you didn't eat the contents?

Dakota:

No?

GASP

They were important.

Beth:

Let's get to building! We will win this!

Everyone:

Yeah!

Wayne:

Okay, but Dakota, You deserve a break. We will take things from here.

Dakota:

Thank

You...

She falls asleep, while the rest of her team get to building the Jacuzzi.

We zoom out to see Aggressive ants struggling to open their crates with their teeth.

Team of Deadly Deer arrives at the campsite.

Millie points at Cruel Crows.

Millie: Gasps

They are already building their Jacuzzi!

Sadie:

Hurry!

She is about to open the crate with her ARMS, but Justin stops her, pointing at Aggressive Ants.

Justin:

See? We need to use our Teeth!

Everyone looks at Owen.

Owen:

What?

Axel:

Open the crates Owen!

Owen:

But-

Axel:

Listen! If you manage to open all 4 of theese crates, I will give you my breakfast tomorow. Do you understand?

Owen:

For Real?

Axel:

Yeah.

Owen looks at the crates, and then gets to opening them.

Raj:

Wooohoo Owen!

Sadie:

You can do it!

= Axel's Confessional =

Axel:

He can have my breakfast.

I would catch mine on my own anyway

= End of the Confessional =

Aggressive Ants manage to open all their crates and get to the building.

Chris arrives.

Chris:

Hey guys. I see that 3 teams have already arrived...

And I see more coming.

Eva, Bridgette and MK arrive. Chris comes to them.

Chris:

Where is the rest of the team?

MK:

I know that you seen the footage. You know propably more than us.

Chris:

Yeah, just messing with you.

I don't really care.

Chris walks away.

MK: Turns to Eva and Bridgette

Okay, so how do we open the crates with Our teeth?

Bridgette looks at Eva.

Eva:

Fine. I'll do it.

She gets to oppening the crates.

As Owen opens his team's final crate, Explosive Eagles.

Courtney:

WE ARE 5TH?

Nichelle:

Counting only full teams, We are 4th.

Chris walks up to them.

Chris:

Guys, You were right next to them!

He points at Eva, Bridgette and MK.

What happened?

Bowie:

Ripper.

Chris:

Well, you better get to oppening the crates. Don't forget to use your teeth!

Courtney:

Ripper, since you slowed us down, you should be the one oppening the crates.

Bowie:

Says the chicken.

Courtney:

You also didn't jump!

Bowie:

Yeah, but my jump wouldn't change anything. Yours did. I mean, I can at least understand Scott.

Scott:

Thank you!

Katie:

Let's just get to oppening the chest, okay?

Ripper:

Fine.

He starts to open the crates.

We turn to Deadly Deer.

Owen manages to open the final crate.

Owen:

Ow...

Jo:

Okay. Let's get to building. I saw B in action, and I can honestly say, he is good at this stuff. Anyone opposed to making him the leader for the challenge?

No one seems to be against this idea.

Jo:

Okay, B! You are the boss. What do we do?

B thinks for a minute, and then he starts giving orders.

He points at Jo, Axel and DJ, and then points them at the pile of buckets.

He then Points at Justin and Sadie. He is about to point at Owen, but he seems too tired, so he passes him. He then also points at Raj and Millie, and points them at the wood and tools, for the main shape of the Jacuzzi.

He meanwhile gets a wrench, and gets to hydraulics.

Finaly, Ferocious Ferrets arrive.

Priya:

I will open the crates! I was very good that part in my training!

Zoey:

Yeesh.

And at last, the rest of Bloody Beavers.

Bridgette:

What took you so long?!

Eva:

Doesn't matter. We have to hurry to not be last.

She instantly gets to oppening the crates.

Heather: Points at Anne Maria

Thanks to her, we are now gonna be last!

Cameron:

It doesn't have to mean that! Remember? The Jacuzzi's will be judged based on

quality. As long as we finish our before the deadline, and It won't be the worst one,

we will not lose!

Both Priya and Eva finish opening their teams' crates.

Now everyone is building their Jacuzzi's.

And after some time...

Beth:

We are finished!

Chris comes, and sees that Jacuzzi is complete and working... well.

Chris:

First Jacuzzi is complete by Cruel Crows! That means that the rest of you have only an hour.

Some Teams are still far from complete. Ferocious Ferrets have the least done, and Bloody Beavers are 2nd last, with only the main shape.

Cameron:

We have to hurry! Bridgette! Give me that wrench over there!

Bridgette:

Where? Oh! Here you GoooaaaaAAAAAAA.

She tripped over Cody's leg, and fell on the main construction, ruining it.

Cameron:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Heather:

We can still catch up! Everyone get back to what you are doing, I am gonna fix it.

And she does it quite well... But it takes her necessary time.

Hour later... Everyone is finished, except for Bloody Beavers, who lacked about 10 minutes.

Chris:

Time ran out! Everyone get ready for judging!

Cameron:

Aw man...

Judgement

Some time passes, the place get's cleaned up, and the Chris is judging the Jacuzzi's.

Chris:

Okay... Here is the Verdict.

The Jacuzzi of the highest quality belongs too...

Deadly Deer!

B smirks, and his team cheers!

Chris:

But! I have to give 1st place to Cruel Crows, because they get bonus points from finishing first. This means, that they will have the Mansion all for themselves until the next challenge!

Cruel Crows are celebrating!

Chris:

2nd place belongs to Deadly Deer.

3rd place belongs to Agressive Ants.

Theese two teams will have the cabins.

And now, we get to the weaker Jacuzzi's.

4th place goes to Explosive Eagles, who had worse quality due to the penality from the First Challenge.

And they will be sharing the the Trailers with the 5th Team, which is...

Most of Ferocious Ferrets and Bloody Beavers are stressed out, but some Bloody Beavers already know the verdict.

Chris:

Ferocious Ferrets! Even though due to short time, it is the worst Jacuzzi i have ever seen, It at least is complete, unlike the one at the last place.

Cameron:

Knew It... Chris:

Bloody Beavers, get ready to eliminate someone during tonights ceremony.

Some looks are shared in Bloody Beavers team, most of them targeted towards Bridgette and Anne Maria.

We cut to 9 members of Bloody Beavers walking towards the place of the ceremony, just like in TDI23. Some sad, Some stressed.

They arrive, and take their Seats.

Chris:

Two of you didn't Jump in the first challenge. It didn't matter... But those two people should think if their team would be here today, If they didn't chicken out, and share the reward with the Aggressive Ants.

= Cameron's Confessional =

Cameron:

When you put it this way... I might have made a mistake.

He looks at the chicken hat on his head and sighs.

= End of the Confessional =

Chris:

Chef?

Chef turns to Anne Maria.

Chef:

Anne Maria! You slowed your team down, causing them to lose valuable time.

Anne Maria:

Whatever. If MK and Cameron, then as Chris said, we would have the wheels and I wouldn't have a reason to argue.

Chef then turns to Bridgette

Chef:

Bridgette! You destroyed the Jacuzzi, causing your team to lose the time.

Bridgette:

But It was an accident!

Chef then turns to Heather

Chef:

And Heather!

Heather:

What did I do?

Chef:

Nothing. But you are THE Heather. I wouldn't feel safe during any elimination ceremony in your place.

Chris:

Marshmallow time!

Those people who I will list are Safe:

Eva

Emma

Staci

Cody

MK

Cameron

…

Heather

Bridgette and Anne Maria waited in suspense.

Even more suspense.

Chris:

…

Bridgette!

Anne Maria, you will Make the walk of shame, and say hello to good old Boat of Losers.

Anne Maria:

What of losers?

Chris:

Oh. Forgot that you didn't watch previous seasons. Well... You will see.

Anne Maria makes the walk of shame, and enters the Boat of Losers and it swims away.

Chris turns to the viewer.

Chris:

Yep! The elimination methods will be just like in the originals.

He then turns to Chef

Shouldn't you be cooking for the teams?

Chef shrugs, puts on his cooking clothes and walks away.

Cody:

Oh, we are gonna finaly eat something?

Great!

We are starving.

Chris:

Oh. You won't. The teams recieve the food based on their placement.

And since, you placed last, your food will be whatever you will catch in the forest.

Good luck!

Now Shoo, the ceremony is over.

We then cut to the inside of the mansion, where Cruel Crows are celebrating their victory with high-class meal. Everyone sits at the long table, except for Dakota, who due to her height, can't sit on a chair, so she is kneeling, like Japaneese people do at their tables.

Gwen:

Man, being this big must really suck.

Dakota:

Well, maybe besides not fitting in smaller buildings, not being able to sleep on the bed, lack of clothing, higher needs for energy, and few other things...

It's pretty neat.

Beth: was chewing something

Man, MUNCH No Wondes that you wewwe so MUNCH tiwed aftew the chamlenge.

Mike:

Yeah, Thanks for your help! It's thanks to you, that we are here today.

Dakota:

No... I didn't help with the Jacuzzi at all.

Noah:

No, there was enough of us to do the work. 9 people is kinda too much.

Like you guys gotta agree that the more work on the same thing, the more average efficency of a every person lowers.

Gwen:

Yeah... That... But you did the most work with moving and opening the crates, which was the hardest part, right? We wouldn't be able to achieve the 1st place without you.

We move to the Dinner area, where All 4 of the middle teams are: Agressive Ants, Deadly Deer, Explosive Eagles and Ferocious Ferrets.

Each team had their own table.

As to food.

Deadly Deer on 2nd place and Agressive Ants on 3rd, recieved TDI quality food, while

Explosive Eagles on 4th and Ferocious Ferrets on 5th recieved TDAS styled goop.

First the goop was given, and those teams sat down, before the „normal” food was given to Deadly Deer and Agressive Ants.

DJ was the last one from his team to recieve foor, and as he wanted to sit down at his team's table, it turned out that he didn't have where, due to Sadie, Owen and B being too... Wide...

But Explosive Eagles had a free space on the opposite of Katie.

DJ:

Hey, can I sit here?

Katie:

Yeah, sure!

DJ:

Thank you.

DJ looks at Katie's „food”

Is this what you have to eat?

Katie:

Yep.

DJ:

Man, this looks awful.

Katie:

It looks even worse than the glue Sadie once ate.

DJ:

Sadie ate glue?

Katie:

Yeah. When we were little.

Anyway, did you notice that Bloody Beavers didn't recieve any food?

I've heard that they will have to find their own food in the forest.

DJ:

Yeah, this season will suck.

Axel, overheard that, since she was near the edge of the table of her team.

She didn't show it, but camera now focuses on her.

She just eats her food, listening.

We then cut into the forest. It's midnight.

We focus on Bloody Beavers.

They are sitting in a group together, around the fireplace.

Cameron:

I m sooooo hungry.

Heather:

It's too dark to look for food. You will have to last until tomorow morning.

Staci:

Well, I have a funny story, similar to-

But they hear something behind the bushes nearby?

Bridgette:

What was that?

Emma:

Maybe that was a dear?

Whatever that was, it was aproaching.

Eva stood up.

It stopped.

After a few seconds, it threw something in front of Eva. As it fell on the floor, the light of the fireplace showed that it was a bag...

With blood...

The thing that was in bushes started running away.

Eva:

HEY!

But she didn't put a chase.

Now, everyone were focused on the bloody bag.

Bridgette:

Oh my god, what is that?

Eva opened it.

Eva:

Meat. Sliced already. We could cook it.

Bridgette:

Who's meat?

Cameron aproached, and looked inside.

Cameron:

Deer meat! Let's eat it!

Bridgette:

That's too optimistic for someone who has a dead deer in front of him.

Cameron:

That's too pesimistic for someone who hasn't eaten in an entire day.

Cody:

I mean... If we cook it well, then it will be consumable.

Bridgette:

No! That's a living Thing!

Heather aproaches the bag.

Heather:

That's not even half of a deer, not even talking about a living one.

I agree with them, Let's eat it.

You don't have to eat with us, If you don't wanna.

Bridgette doesn't anwser.

We then cut to the scene, where everyone is around the fire, silently waiting for the meat to cook, as the credits roll.

[frederickkatz]

Texts: Sparky (Cameron) & Freddie

@cameronslaw

Freddie: Hey Sparky

Freddie: feeling better? More focused now?

Cam: hi

Cam: yeah I guess?

Cam: still don't get why that was bad, I was feeling pretty nice yesterday ._.

Cam: you don't need to worry tho, I'm back to my asshole self according to Alise 😛

Cam: how are you?

Freddie: Good. I'm glad to hear that

Freddie: cause you were high as kite. You weren't your normal self, and it freaked out your brother to the point he called me so that's not a good thing in my book

Freddie: besides, you always say you have a reputation to keep and I'm pretty sure that doesn't include you being submissive in public

Freddie: Poor Alise. We freaked her out too when we told her you had food reaction so I could take you back to your place

Freddie: be nice to her, she was worried even if she had no idea

Freddie: I'm ok. Kinda upset with myself but that's to be expected

Cam: wait, is that why you came over to pick me up?

Cam: bc Dev called you????

Cam: ...fair point

Cam: I'll be nice

Cam: I'm sorry, I'm the one who clung to that high

Cam: I didn't think it'd be so bad

Cam: or noticeable

Cam: please don't be upset with yourself 🫂 I had such an awesome time at your place, I'd be devastated if it was tainted in your mind

Freddie: Yes. Devon sounded very worried and it made me worry something had happened

Freddie: but when I saw you I knew exactly what it was and obviously I didn't tell your brother, I only assured him I hadn't drugged you and that it was a normal reaction

Freddie: Good. Thanks

Freddie: it's ok. I understand why you did it. I'd rather you not to when you're supposed to go back to your normal days

Freddie: We're gonna have to be careful with how high we let you float. Maybe we should sleep the way we did last time, I think maybe that was part of why you were still feeling so floaty

Freddie: Cam, when you submit to me, it's my responsibility to keep you safe and bring you back completely and this is the second time I have failed it. Of course I'm upset

Freddie: Don't worry, I'm not regretting anything we did or feel bad about any of it. It's just the fact that I missed the signs again and that puts you at risk and I want you to be safe

Cam: oh! that's why he was so convinced I had been bitten by a vamp! I thought it was just bc of the bite mark on my shoulder

Cam: thanks for not telling him tho

Cam: ...but I really liked sleeping like that ): once the torture part went away, it was absurdly cozy

Cam: I'm really sorry, I didn't think it'd be dangerous or anything, I just

Cam: I guess I just wanted it to last a little longer

Cam: but I won't hold onto it anymore, if I'm not supposed to, when I'm alone

Cam: I understand 🫂

Freddie: yeah. it was a similar reaction or at least the one he knows from Adam. I'm hoping he didn't see your shoulder

Freddie: nothing to thank me for. I'm aware it's not something you want anyone to know

Freddie: other than Trevor I suppose

Freddie: I did too but it's not something we can do that often. At least not when you have to go back to your normal day the next morning

Freddie: it's dangerous cause if someone else knows and notices, they can try to take advantage of you, and I'd never want that

Freddie: I know, but I trust next time you feel needy to want to stay floating you'll tell me, and we'll figure it out ok?

Freddie: thanks

Freddie: did you have lunch already?

Cam: I can't say I remember if he did, but why would it be bad if he had? I mean, it's just a bite, not something like my collar

Cam: yeah lol have I told you Trev asked me about it? like, logistics and all, seemed possibly kinda into it o.o

Cam: ...we should take some vacation time then, to have a hide away like that (:

Cam: oh

Cam: that makes sense

Cam: it was actually kinda hard to say no to people that morning, now that you mention it 🤔

Cam: I will 🫂 and I'm sorry

Cam: I haven't yet, no, why?

Freddie: I don't know. I just didn't think it was something you'd want him to know about

Freddie: you really liked the collar, didn't you?

Freddie: really? did you give him any details?

Freddie: that sounds great... there would be a strict no clothes rule tho

Freddie: yeah, that's exactly why cause it's hard to focus and you're easily convinced of things, you're not completely aware to consent anything. That's why I always tell you what we'll do and explain everything before you're floating, so you're fully conscious and that's why you have safe words

Freddie: it's ok baby

Freddie: you need to eat something and keep drinking water. That'll help you focus better

Cam: I'd rather he doesn't know about the power dynamic part, but I'd never hide your marks on me

Cam: I did (:

Cam: I was a bit vague, but yeah, I hope that's ok? He was very curious about it, he just never trusted someone enough to try it out

Cam: obviously, my bag would be packed with just protein bars and lube lol

Cam: that makes A LOT of sense

Cam: I know you don't believe it much rn, but you really are wonderful at taking care of me, did I ever tell you that?

[five minutes later]

[screen shot of an Ifood order of a beef shawarma, followed by a close up picture of a plastic cup with water]

Cam: on it!

Freddie: well for me it's part of it that's why I thought you didn't want him to see the marks either

Freddie: good. I'm glad cause it was custom made just for you

Freddie: it's ok. He's smart not to try it with someone he didn't trust enough. it can get dangerous, and some people abuse of the power dynamic

Freddie: just lube. I'll make sure to feed you

Freddie: I know I'm not good at explaining myself most of the time but I'm glad you see why I do the things the way I do

Freddie: thanks baby, I'm glad you think so

Freddie: Good boy! I'm glad you're eating some protein, it'll help with the sore arms

Cam: omg was it really?? now it feels even more special

Cam: I'd imagine so. So it was just you know, harmless curiosity I think

Cam: lmao alright then just a gym bag full of lube

Cam: you're getting better at that lately ���� but yes, I do (most of the time)

Cam: (:

Cam: oh LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT SORE

Cam: as long as I'm with you, I'm never hitting the gym AGAIN

Cam: Jesus Christ on a unicycle, every muscle in my body feels like I've gone through a massive work out

Cam: AND I JUST STAYED STILL FREDDIE

Freddie: it is special. I've never given anyone a collar before

Freddie: I don't think it's so harmless... have you asked him what role he feels more attracted to?

Freddie: lmao sounds extreme but it will do

Freddie: good, I' glad about that

Freddie: whoever said staying still requires no effort has clearly never done it

Freddie: but it's a good sore? one you'd like to feel again?

Freddie: what about your ass? is it sore too?

Cam: really? wow

Cam: well, I've never received one before either, so 😊

Cam: oh, Trevor is on my side of the spectrum, don't worry lol he's not stealing me from you anytime soon

Cam: definitely, I'm gonna get very defined muscles just by behaving, wait and see lol

Cam: yes, it's a sore like when you have a bruise, you know? a good sore

Cam: my ass is a bit more delicate lol but it's good, it just aches a bit depending on what I do

Cam: but thankfully my office chair is very comfortable lol

Cam: did your neck heal?

Freddie: see? then it is special

Freddie: I kinda figured but I didn't want to assume

Freddie: He's probably more submissive than you

Freddie: not like you need it, you are perfectly defined already

Freddie: good

Freddie: sorry, maybe we should have gotten longer breaks

Freddie: good. I'm glad it is comfortable

Freddie: it did. It was already healed yesterday but you didn't notice

Cam: as if I'd have been collared before, when I told you I've never done something like this before you lmao

Cam: I'd think so, at least with me he is, but I don't want to assume you know?

Cam: pfff no need to compliment my looks handsome, you've already got me in your bed 😛

Cam: I don't think it has so much to do with breaks, it's more like I'm not used to be in that position 🤔 but my body will get used to it in no time!

Cam: if we keep having those kinds of sessions, I mean

Cam: oh that's good, I didn't mean to hurt you

Freddie: Well I know you haven't that's why I figured it should be perfect and unique just for you

Freddie: really? well that's interesting

Freddie: I'm not. I'm just stating facts

Freddie: we'll try different positions next time

Freddie: did you like the bondage bar?

Freddie: we will if you want us to

Freddie: it's ok, you didn't hurt me. It feels good

Cam: I loved it :3 tho I was sad I had to take it off .-.

Cam: ...why interesting?

Cam: in that case, thanks :3

Cam: was that the thing on the ceiling? it was really different, I think, to be hanging o.o but a fun different

Cam: I think it made me feel a lot more vulnerable than usual, and that's saying a lot

Cam: of course I want to, have you not been listening this whole time? lmao

Freddie: maybe if you're good you'll earn one that you can wear under your clothes, tho you'd have to talk about it with Trevor first cause those can be taken out of contexts as a sign of property

Freddie: cause I'm having a hard time see you dominating him

Freddie: 😉

Freddie: yeap! I remember you said you didn't want to be hanging upside down but there are many way to be hanging up 😏

Freddie: was it a bad feeling? were you uncomfortable or scared at any time?

Freddie: no, I am, just making sure

Freddie: we did say we wouldn't be assuming things

Cam: wait are you serious????

Cam: Cam: lmao oh no not like that! it's just that

Cam: when it's me and Trevor, usually I’m the one in charge

Cam: and he relishes giving up control to me in bed, and I like to make him lose it, so I don't have a problem taking that control, even if now I know it's not my nature with you, idk if that makes sense?

Cam: but it's nothing kinky or proper with safewords or anything, just us both having fun

Cam: not at all! I thought I’d be more scared of it, tbh, being bound like that but turns  out I really trust you

Cam: like actually, really really trust you

Cam: so I wasn't scared at all, just vulnerable

Cam: but I knew you'd have my back no matter what happened, so it was really nice

Cam: really intimate

Cam: and for the sake of not assuming things, lemme type it out so you can print screen it and check it whenever you doubt it:

Cam: our last session was my favorite so far, I wouldn't change a thing about it  (even if I complain about being sore or tired, I still liked being sore and tired for you)

Freddie: I am but you'd have to earn it. That's not one that is given just because. And you need to clear it out with Trevor first

Freddie: interesting... it sounds like something I'd like to see

Freddie: it doesn't have to be kinky. Our very first session was not kinky at all. It's all just about the trust and control

Freddie: good. That's a really good thing. I'm glad you know in the end I'm really taking care of you

Freddie: that's good to hear. It was my favorite so far too

Cam: I’ll be extra good then!!

Cam: wait, back up a moment, you'd like to see it? like, me and Trevor or...?

Cam: true true, god, that sounds like it was ages ago

Cam: you're always taking care of me, I know that (:

Cam: was it what you expected it'd be?

Freddie: Good. We'll see then 😏

Freddie: yeap. I'd like to see you taking charge with someone more submissive than you

Freddie: but it's just a comment. It's not like it's an option

Freddie: for me it feels like it was just yesterday. I have a very vivid memory

Freddie: good

Freddie: it overpassed my expectations

Cam: I mean

Cam: it might be an option

Cam: if you would actually want it to be

Cam: well, you've lived for ages, so it makes sense that a few months ago feels like the other day for you

Cam: it feels like a long time ago for me bc I feel like I’m not the same person I was that day

Cam: bc I’ve discovered so many things about myself since then

Cam: oh really? how so?

Freddie: are you saying that just because you have an exhibitionism strike? Cause I think it's something you'd have to talk with Trevor first

Freddie: yeah that actually happens. sometimes time get blurred together

Freddie: good things I hope

Freddie: are you fishing for compliments now?

Freddie: you were fantastic. You gave in so perfectly and so naturally that every single second of it was pleasure

Cam: of course I’d have to talk to Trevor first lol, but I have the feeling he's still curious about it all, so if it's something you're interested and he also is, it could be an option

Cam: if you'd like it to be an option

Cam: the best things (:

Cam: I’m actually really not fishing for compliments, I just

Cam: idk I wanted to know if you felt what I did, I guess

Cam: thank you tho (: for the compliments

Freddie: Good. Just mention it to him. I have the feeling he has that exhibitionism strike too

Freddie: or maybe he's a Voyeurs and he'd like to watch

Freddie: and I'd be ok with that too

Freddie: good! I'm glad

Freddie: I know, I was teasing you

Freddie: well it doesn't feel the same, but it was probably just as pleasurable for me as it was for you if not more

Freddie: you're welcome baby boy

Cam: fuck ok I need to ask this in the most straight-forward way possible so we're clear

Cam: there's a difference between being ok and wanting something

Cam: would that be something you'd want to do, or something you'd be ok doing, Freddie? Like, getting Trevor involved in something like this

Cam: considering it's something he'd like to do, as well, I mean

Cam: you're mean!!! you know how I get with those kinds of compliments!!!

Cam: "if not more"!?

Freddie: I can't say that I want your partner in any way but if it's something YOU want and you'd like and it would make you happy, I'd be very much ok with it

Freddie: is it something you'd like?

Freddie: I'm not being mean! I was honest

Freddie: well I enjoyed it immensely and it really surpassed my expectations by far

Cam: when you put it like this, it sounds like something crazy I’m offering

Cam: I think so? I mean, it's embarrassing, but we've been over how I might have a slightly exhibitionist thingy going on

Cam: if the subject comes up, I’ll talk to him about it and see what he thinks

Cam: thanks for always being so accommodating to me

Cam: no no I meant like

Cam: if it was more pleasurable to you than it was to me, I’m pretty sure you'd be dead, Freddie lol

Freddie: it's not crazy. It's something some couples do. It's not new to me but it might be for you or him

Freddie: ok. It's totally up to you Cam

Freddie: nothing to thank me for

Freddie: well I am immortal so 😏

Cam: have you done it before? in a Ds setting, this kind of thing with someone watching?

Cam: EXACTLY

Cam: that's how much you made me feel good, you'd be DEAD FREDDIE

Freddie: not on a Ds context, no but I've been part threesomes and origies

Freddie: lol good thing you'll never have to worry about it

Cam: what am I asking, you're basically the god of horniness, of course you've been to orgies lmao

Cam: true, my Freddie is the most unbreakable of Freddies (:

Freddie: Origies we're very common back in the day

Freddie: 😆 that's probably  true

Cam: see? I'm right all around today

Cam: done!

Cam: [picture of shawarma wrappers and an empty plastic cup]

Cam: now, sadly, I need to go back to work 💔

Cam: ttyl?

Freddie: definitely sharper today

Freddie: good boy! I'm glad you're fed and focused

Freddie: it's ok. I'll have to go to work too. I'm gonna be out of town the rest of the week btw

Freddie: but I'll text you when I get back ok?

Freddie: you can text me, but time zone might make it a bit  complicated, but I'll reply

Freddie: be good!

Cam: oh ok!

Cam: I'll keep that in mind, thanks for letting me know

Cam: I hope you have fun on your trip, even if it's work 😛

Cam: I'll be waiting to hear all about it when you're back 🫂

Cam: please take care tho?

Freddie: anytime

Freddie: working with Warren isn't fun but thanks

Freddie: it'll be boring, but I'll try

Freddie: I always do

Freddie: take care too

[rome-roy]

I’m putting this under a readmore bc it’s a bit messy and it’s 3am so probably makes no sense:

so I finally reached the Cameron leaving episode and, actually, you know what? I hate the way they handled it. I don’t know what I used to think about it but that doesn’t really matter. All I remember was that I kinda liked cameron/chase and wish it worked out better but ahhh oh my god they were such a mistake.

anyway.

I think they fumbled Cameron’s character but especially in s6. Like it doesn’t matter whether you shipped them or not, I wanted a meaningful scene between House and her. There was a connection there, House always wanted his old team back, I think especially Cameron. They never got a moment together and I think House fresh from the psych ward could have established something newer, meaningful, and healthy(ish) with Cameron. We had this entire arc of House making a meaningful emotional connection to Lydia, which in turn makes way for a relationship with Cuddy, but… what about everyone else? (Not to put my hameron goggles on but I think there’s more to say about lydia and cameron than anyone else. . .) There was always something interesting with House and Cameron that they never really explored enough, a change in their dynamic and friendship could have been really good. But no. Cameron was being healthy and didn’t seek him out when he returned. Which, honestly, good for her. But when they finally see each other we get nothing? Nothing??

Anyway, back to 6.08 Teamwork.

Cameron’s reaction in this episode just seems… weird? She’s so hasty for them to get out of PPTH, which I can understand insofar as she knows Chase has been struggling being there, seeing that room etc. It’s very sudden though. And then they have poor communication. Then suddenly she’s angry at House. And it’s all his fault for setting the precedent, teaching them his ways. He’s poisoned Chase, there’s no way back for either of them. And House even tells Chase this is the reason she’s okay with Dibala’s murder, but how would he even think this when it doesn’t really make sense? In general and for her character. Is it just House trying to get him to stay? The whole thing is House saying, she thinks it’s my fault and I’ve corrupted you, the only way to prove you aren’t is by staying. He plays a game with all of his fellows to get them to stay, except he didn’t really try with Cameron imo? All I can recall is him saying that she’ll be hit with the gravity of the situation and their marriage will implode, meaning that the only obstacle in her way of staying (Chase/their marriage) will be gone so she can stay. If I interpreted that correctly. Because House can’t have Cameron or control her if she’s with Chase rather than still in love with him. Which was a little bit at play in s5.

Anyway, if that whole thing was just a manipulative tactic, why does it become fact for Cameron? Just bad writing? I feel like the whole episode was a little messy.

Cameron’s anger and judgement of House seems so misplaced. Her anger at Chase, her leaving Chase because he stayed with House? It’s just dumb. Their relationship was always doomed to fail but I think it’s such a shitty end. Maybe they just wanted their break up to not be about her feelings for House, so they made it all about Chase instead. Whatever they wanted to go for, if they really wanted to write her character off, they could have written something better. They dropped the ball on her character after s3 and I guess they couldn’t really settle on what to do with her, which is sad. She had so much potential actually, and a much more interesting dynamic with House than just being a House jr. or a House 2.0 (which I never really saw either Chase or Foreman as, but I can’t really remember the later seasons very well so we’ll see)

I might come back with more feelings when I’ve watched Lockdown. Probably not.

[babeydollx]

Best You'll Ever Have {Rafe Cameron & Barry}

Warnings: cursing, unprotected sex, slight degrading, slight teasing, Rafe watching you have sex with Barry, kinda public sex?

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader x Barry

Summary: You decide to mess with Rafe a little just by pushing his buttons sexually and he has enough and decides to prove to you that only he can fuck you the best by letting Barry fuck you

Requested: yes

Word Count: 2.3k

a/n: I loved this request <3

You smirked as you watched Rafe get pissed off at you. You were purposely pushing his buttons because when you did, you usually got angry sex which was so fucking good. He was also so fucking hot when he was mad.

You had basically faked a phone call and were 'talking crap' about Rafe's dick size to 'a friend.' In reality though, you had hooked up with many men, both Kooks and Pogues but, Rafe by far had the biggest cock you had ever seen.

And he was a fucking god in bed. He was pro at eating pussy and he always knew how to make you feel euphoria whenever he fucked you. It was crazy the ways he could make you feel with just his mouth or fingers, even his thigh or abs.

"Pretty girl, by the way you're always screaming for me every time we have sex, I am just having a hard time believing that you think that." Rafe said.

"Well believe it." You smirked. "I mean.. I guess if I really needed a good fuck I could go ask that Pogue JJ Maybank for a good fuck. I bet he would be more than happy to fuck m-" Before you could finish Rafe grabbed you by the throat.

"You're playing with fire right now baby. I suggest you close your damn mouth." He said.

"But I thought you liked my mouth wide open." You said with a smirk. "Either way if you don't want it then as I said, maybe I should just go get a good fuck from JJ." You smirked. Rafe squeezed your throat tighter.

"Fine.. I can just prove it to you then that my sex is the the best you'll ever have." He said as he grabbed your wrist and tugged you outside to the truck. You whined since his grip on your wrist was tight and he was being rough when he was pulling you along.

"I- baby I was just joking around ok!" You whined.

"I don't care, now that I have this idea in my head, I want to see it through." He said with a smirk. Since you were short he still was nice enough to lift you up into the truck then shut the door and walked around to the other side getting in. You both buckled and he drove off.

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The car ride was long as you just looked out the window looking at your surroundings. Then you got confused when you realized that you were in The Cut now. Why the hell would Rafe be going to The Cut for this? Then again you didn't even know what he had planned for you.

You pulled up to a house that looked familiar. It took you a few moments but you realized that we were at Barry's place right now. Why the hell would Barry be a part of this? Rafe got out of the truck and came around to your side then opened the door. You unbuckled and he helped you out and then he pulled you along to the front door.

He knocked and then you herd someone coming to the door. Barry opened the door and corked a brow when he saw the two of you.

"What are you doing here country club? Did I not just give you and your hot babe over here weed like a week ago?" Barry asked.

"You did but that is not why we are here." Rafe said.

"Then why the hell are you here?" Barry asked.

"What would you say if.. I let you fuck y/n?" Rafe asked. Your eyes went wide and you looked at Rafe in shock and confusion. Rafe was a very territorial man, especially when it came to you. He got jealous if a guy as much as even just looked at you. So it made no sense for him to let Barry fuck you. Why would he even want to let Barry fuck you? Barry looked to you then back at Rafe and smirked.

"I'd say come right in and we can get started. I mean your girlfriend is so fucking hot.. of course I'd fuck her in a heartbeat." Barry said still smirking.

"Well I guess today is your lucky day Barry because I'll let you fuck her, if that's ok with you y/n." He turned to you. You were shocked that all of this was happening and you were still confused on why Rafe would even let Barry fuck you.

You had been telling Rafe that you wanted to have a threesome with someone but, you'd figure if he would agree to a threesome that it would be Topper or Kelce who would be the third not Barry but, this didn't even sound like a threesome.

At the same time though, of fucking course you would be down to let Barry fuck you. Barry seems like he would be a fucking pro in bed. You just couldn't figure out why Rafe would let Barry do this since he was so territorial.

"I mean yeah, of course I am okay with this but, you're such a territorial man, why are you okay with Barry fucking me?" You asked.

"Well, I want to watch Barry fuck you senselessly. Don't get me wrong, I love fucking your amazing pussy but, I'd love to watch someone do it too." Rafe said. You could tell there was more motive than that but, you were already horny as fuck so at this point you just wanted to get started already.

"Well then, come in." Barry said with a smirk. You walked in first and Rafe followed behind you. Barry shut the door then walked over to you. Before Barry did anything he glanced over to Rafe who was just there watching the two of you.

"So.. I can do anything I want to her?" Barry asked.

"As long as she is comfortable with it, yes." Rafe said. "Just.. don't degrade her, that's something for me only to do. After all she is my slut." Rafe said with a smirk.

"Got it. Well, right this way." Barry said as he put a hand on your lower back, leading you to his bedroom. Rafe followed the two of you and when you looked at him, you could see that he already had a boner.

Rafe sat down in a chair in the room. You stood there then looked at Rafe then Barry.

"Well.. what now?" You asked.

"Don't ask questions sweet thing. Just let me make you feel good." Barry said as he walked over to you, closing the space between the two of you. Barry pulled you in and kissed you roughly. You put your hands through his hair as Barry picked you up and laid you down on the bed.

You whimpered and helped Barry pull his top off. Barry was about to do something then paused before looking at Rafe.

"Did you bring her any spare clothes?" He asked with a smirk. Your eyes widened a little because you knew what he was going to do if Rafe did have some.

"Yeah she has one of her summer dresses in the truck that she forgot." Rafe said.

"Good." Barry smirked before ripping your top right off your body and tossed the now tore fabric to the floor somewhere. Rafe bit his lip watching. Barry then unbuttoned your shorts and tossed them to the floor.

Barry spread your legs and then smirked when he saw that you were so wet you were soaking through the thin material of your panties. Barry bit his lip slightly and ran his finger over your clothed pussy making you whimper.

"Damn you are already so fucking wet." Barry said with a smirk. You bit your lip and Barry hooked his finger under your panties and pulled them off your body. After Barry pulled your panties off he tossed them to Rafe and your panties landed right in Rafe's lap. Rafe saw how wet your panties were and smirked.

"Damn baby you really soaked them, is the idea of Barry fucking you while I watch turning you on baby?" Rafe asked with a smirk.

"Mmm.. yes." You breathed out while Barry started getting undressed.

"You're such a little whore." Rafe said with a smirk making you giggle. Barry got back onto the bed and teased your pussy with the tip of his cock. You whined a little. Barry finally aligned his cock with your entrance before thrusting into you.

You gasped and let out a moan. Barry was thrusting into you roughly making you moan out. You looked over to Rafe and he was pulling his cock out of his jeans to get himself off while watching you get fucked by Barry.

Rafe pumped his cock as he watched you, moaning out and throwing your head back while Barry pounded into you. He thought you looked so fucking sexy being fucked. He made a note to himself to fuck you in front of a mirror sometime.

You threw your head back and arched your back a little and moaned out loudly, but not as loud as you moan when Rafe's fucking you. You basically scream when Rafe is fucking you. You also noticed that Barry isn't as big as Rafe is.

Rafe is at least a few inches longer and he is thicker than Barry. Either way Barry still had a big cock but not as big as Rafe's. Rafe also knew exactly where your g-spot was. He always managed to hit your g-spot every time without fail.

Even the first time you two had sex, he hit your g-spot without even knowing where your g-spot was. Barry thrusted into you roughly and you moaned out louder as Barry began to finally hit your g-spot. He hit your g-spot a few times but then he missed it.

Rafe never missed your g-spot. Also at this point Rafe would've already made you cum or even squirt. Barry on the other hand had not pushed you to even feel that knot yet. Rafe could take his time and be slow with you if he wanted but, if he was set on making you cum right then and there he could make you cum in a matter of minutes.

After a few minutes of Barry pounding into you, you finally started to feel that knot growing in your stomach. You clenched around Barry signaling him that you were very close to coming.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out. You looked over to Rafe. "Can I cum baby?" You moaned out. You would've asked Barry but you and Barry both knew that only Rafe could control when you would cum.

"Fuck.. yes you can cum angel." He groaned pumping his cock faster. And with that your legs began to tremble as you came on Barry's cock. Rafe then came after you. Barry thrusted into you a few more times before coming himself, shooting his load deep inside of you.

Barry pulled out of you and Rafe put his cock back in his pants. Rafe got up and walked out to go get your sundress since Barry had ripped your clothing. Barry got up and got dressed then he cleaned you up.

You sat up and Rafe walked back in and tossed you your dress. You put your panties back on and pulled on your yellow sundress. You sat there for a moment catching your breath.

"You ok baby?" Rafe asked.

"Yeah I'm ok." You chuckled getting up since you caught your breath. Rafe smiled and took your hand.

"Thanks for the fun time." Barry said with a smirk. "And just for getting to fuck that amazing pussy, we will consider that your payment for the next time you need weed." Barry said smirking.

"Thanks." You chuckled then you and Rafe walked out to the truck. He once again boosted you up so you could get into the truck and shut your door before getting in the truck. You both buckled and Rafe began to drive the two of you home.

"So honestly Rafe. What was that really about?" You asked.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Why did you let Barry fuck me? I know it was more than just you wanting to watch someone fuck me. You're territorial when it comes to me so I know it had to be more than that." You said.

Rafe couldn't lie, seeing Barry fuck you did make him jealous but, he knew he was way better at fucking you than Barry was so that brought him some comfort. Plus you loved him which helped him feel better. He also just had to remind himself it was his idea.

"Fine so maybe it was more than just that." Rafe said.

"Ok then what was the other reason?" You asked.

"I wanted to prove to you that only I could fuck you the way you love it. Not Barry, not JJ, no one but me. I wanted to prove to you that I am the best you'll ever have, even though I already know that." He said.

"I- Rafe.. you know that I think you're sex is the best." You said.

"Yeah well.. now that Barry fucked you, I'm going to take you home and show you what a good fuck really feels like... if that's ok with you." He said.

"I- that's perfect.." You said biting your lip. You knew that when Rafe got you home the two of you would be fucking all night, and you didn't have a problem with that.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this story!

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crazy love (part 8) - rafe cameron

a/n: okay hi this one is all over the place but it's the best i can make it so if you hate it im sorry. next part will be up monday 9/20 ! (not my gif)

Summary: You choose to do what you think is best for Rafe. Even if it isn't.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of drugs, violence (kinda? just a shove) Kiara being a bitch and Topper being an asshole

Word Count: 6.2k

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You can't stop staring at the Instagram post Rafe made from the party. He posted pictures last night after you fell asleep in his bed, and is now snoozing comfortably beside you as you hold back the impulse to cry. The first one is a photo Sarah snapped of the two of you, both smiling and happy with Rafe's hand tucked dangerously low on your back. The second is a selfie you took of the two of you in Rafe's truck, Rafe had flipped off the camera and grumbled, but leaned over and attacked your cheek with kisses at the last second. The third is a picture of just you, cheesy smile plastered across your face underneath the string lights.

The caption makes you want to cry the most, because you know Rafe is new to all of this 'relationship' stuff and is only acting on how he really feels.

Next time she looks this good will be our wedding.

You eyes fill with tears, again, as you glance over at him sleeping. He's facing you, arm tucked under his head, bare chest poking out from under the covers. His mouth is parted slightly and every so often, he lets out a little snore. You take a picture of him, because you just can't help it, then set your phone down and snuggle close to him as best you can.

Even in his sleep, it seems Rafe can sense you. He moves flat on his back and moves his arm up to the pillows, opening up a perfectly sized gap for you to lay in. You cuddle your face into the crook of his neck and leave a kiss there, because his skin is so warm and inviting and you love him too much not to. You've been so sure that he's asleep that his voice makes you jump.

"You better be trying to get me hard, otherwise we're gonna have a problem."

You pull your head back and look at him, finding his eyes to still be closed and how, if he hadn't just spoken, you'd think he was still asleep. He brings his arm around to your back, brushing his fingertips against you.

"Good morning, Mr. Cameron," you tease him, leaving a kiss on his bare chest. He tries to pull his smile down by biting his cheek, but you still see it. He still hasn't opened his eyes.

"You have to stop with that," he mumbles.

"I will if you open your eyes," you say, resting your chin on his chest as you crawl completely on top of him. He smiles again, but doesn't obey just yet.

"I would like to sleep some more, pretty girl."

"Fine," you sigh, "I guess I'll just have to shower by myself. Might even have to look at those pictures I have of you from the golf course if I need to-"

"You're not getting yourself off to a picture of me when I'm right here," he grunts.

You giggle when he tries to reach for you and you pull back, making him groan. You know he's teasing you now by not opening up his eyes, so you change your approach. You lean back down and kiss along his jawline, moving his chin up so you have more skin to work with on his neck. He moans very softly, but you hear it.

"Open up those eyes for me, handsome," you whisper against his skin, "We can do anything you want. Just want to see those pretty blue eyes I love so much."

Rafe grins and pulls you back, making you smile as you watch his eyes flutter open. Your laugh is victorious as you lean over and give him a kiss.

"Only because you love them," he smiles, "I'm a sucker, apparently."

"I already knew that," you tease him.

He just shakes his head, running his hands up and down the length of your thighs as you straddle his chest. He looks up at you and grins, unable to believe he gets to wake up to you like this.

"So," you start again, running the base of your fingers along his chest, "We're getting married?"

Rafe looks up at you in confusion, and when he realizes you're referring to his Instagram post, his cheeks flush red. You giggle, loving the effect you have on him.

"I hope so," he replies, voice more serious than yours had been. You bite your lip as you look down at him, watching as he stares at you relentlessly.

You know anyone outside the two of you would think this conversation is crazy; crazy that you two would even be discussing a wedding after such a short amount of time. However, you see no problem in daydreaming about it with Rafe. It's not like it's hurting anyone.

You lean down and give him one more quick kiss, "All right, go back to sleep. I'm gonna go start some coffee."

"Some for me, please," he says as you slide off of him.

Rafe repositions himself under the blankets while you slide on his boxers and then grab a shirt out of his dresser. You walk past all the clothes on the floor you two had shed off last night, your beautiful dress now wrapped up in Rafe's jacket and pants on the floor.

You walk down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as you can and hoping nobody else is awake. Once you reach the kitchen, you exhale a sigh of relief at not having to make small talk with anyone while you make coffee. After how embarrassed you were about Kiara and the fact that Ward knew about you and Rafe fucking in the bathroom, you're not sure you can ever face him again.

You step over to the sink to fill the coffee pot with water when you hear a knock on the glass doors off the kitchen. You look up to see Topper, who looks very hung over and very annoyed to be seeing you. You frown and set the coffee pot in the sink, then step over to let Topper in the house.

"Hey," you greet when you pull the door open, "You feeling okay?"

"Little hungover," he replies, stepping in the house.

"Yeah, I'm surprised Rafe's not," you reply, "Coffee?"

"Uh, no," Topper shakes his head, "Yeah, he's probably not hung over because he spent the whole night running around with you."

Your head snaps up from the coffee pot filling in the sink as you wonder what Topper's really trying to say. The hint of attitude in his voice is enough to tell you something's there.

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing, just an observation," Topper shrugs.

You frown, choosing not to respond. You turn your back to him and step to the coffee machine, pouring the water inside.

"So, was it your idea for him to bail on golf this morning?"

You take a deep breath and finish what you're doing before you turn to Topper again. He's staring at you, looking much different than the way he had looked at you last night.

"I didn't know he even had plans to golf this morning, Topper."

Topper chuckles, but something about it seems sarcastic, "Oh, okay. I just thought he told you everything."

"Look, if you're just hungover and grumpy-"

"I'm not just anything," he interrupts you, "I'm annoyed that my best friend has completely switched up on me over some girl he fucks. I mean, come on, Y/N, you have to realize this is just another fling to him. He says he's trying to get clean, he says he's trying to get better, but once that ship sails without him, and he's left in the dust, you're the first thing he's gonna bail out on. He'll run back to the coke and the parties and the girls-"

"You're wrong, Topper," you shake your head, crossing your arms, "It's different now."

"Yeah?" he laughs again, "Did he tell you about how he slept on my couch almost every day for the past few months because he was too coked out to even function? Or about all the girls he fucked in my bed?"

"No, but-"

"Exactly," Topper says triumphantly, "So you're telling me you honestly think that when he falls flat on his face with this job or getting clean, that he's not gonna run right back to all of that? And which one of us will be there when he does?"

"If you're suggesting that I would leave him just because he was struggling-" you start, but Topper shakes his head and holds his hand up to stop you.

"You did it once before, Y/N. That's how he got so bad. I'm just trying to protect him here. You can make me out to be the bad guy all you want, but-"

"Baby? You down here?"

You glance up at Topper at the sound of Rafe's voice. He gives you a patronizing shrug of the shoulders.

"Just put him first, Y/N. It's what you do when you love someone," Topper mutters, then stands from his chair.

Rafe enters the kitchen before you can tell Topper he doesn't know shit about what happened to the two of you last time. Rafe looks at you, then over to Topper, trying to figure out what's going on.

"Hey, man," Topper looks to Rafe, smiling and pretending like everything's fine.

You turn back to the coffee machine, which is almost finished. Thank God. You pull one mug from the cabinet, deciding it will be for Rafe and you will be leaving.

"Yo, Top," Rafe steps over, dapping Topper up.

"You never showed at the course this morning, bro. Got worried."

Rafe lets out a groan and steps over to you, his back to Topper, and sets his hands on your hips. He leans around and gives you a kiss on the cheek. You don't react, but you don't pull away, either. You just reach for the coffee pot and start pouring.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Rafe turns back to his friend, "Didn't really feel like getting up and out after last night. I kinda figured you'd bail, too."

"Nah. I don't bail on you and Kelce."

"Well, not now that you and Sarah are broken up."

You scoff, wondering how Topper turned into such a massive hypocrite. You credit it to the fact that he must be bitter about his breakup, which is why he's taking it out on you.

Rafe turns to you right as you turn around to the boys, then hold the mug out for Rafe to take. He accepts it and holds his arm out for you, but you shake your head.

"I think I'm gonna head out," you announce, ignoring the smirk on Topper's face.

"What? Why?" Rafe asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I promised Macy I'd help her with some things," you lie, allowing yourself to send Topper a look. He just grins and nods his head, telling you he approves of your fib.

"What things?"

Rafe could tell something had been off when he entered the kitchen, and he knows you have no plans today because he had asked you last night before you fell asleep. You just shrug, then step toward him and kiss him on the cheek.

"I'll talk to you later," you say quietly.

He shakes his head and grabs your hand to tug you back, "Answer me."

You swallow and then sigh, glancing down at his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

"Chores, Rafe. She has a bunch to do and I kinda owe her, so I promised I would help her."

You hate lying to him, but you hate the smug look on Topper's face more. You really don't want to have the conversation with Rafe about what Topper said to you, so you instantly decide to keep it under lock and key. No matter what. Rafe doesn't need to know that someone he loves doesn't believe he can get and stay clean.

"Sweet," Topper speaks up before Rafe can, "That means we can go to the course. I had them move our tee time back."

Rafe ignores Topper completely, staring at you to try and figure out what the hell changed in such a short amount of time.

"I'll talk to you later," you repeat, tugging on your wrist.

"Baby," he groans, but releases you at your wish.

You give him a small smile and another kiss, then turn and head upstairs to grab your stuff. You wait until you hear Rafe ask Topper what time the tee time is to start crying. You collect your stuff, not bothering to change out of Rafe's clothes, and leave your dress on his floor. You really just want to get home where you can totally cry without risking it.

You knew Rafe had gotten himself into trouble while you two were apart, but you never knew it was that bad. And you certainly didn't want to hear about Rafe fucking different girls every night because he was too high to process it.

Quickly, you make it down the stairs and out the door before Rafe can notice. You realize walking out of Figure Eight in boxers and a random t-shirt isn't exactly the best move, but it's all you have. About five minutes into your walk, your phone buzzes.

Rafe: I was going to drive you home. I'll come pick you up, I don't want you walking all the way back to the Cut.

You sigh, feeling another tear slip from your eye before you can even think about it. You know you're being dramatic, but you can't stop thinking about how bad he must've been.

I'm fine. I can handle it. Have fun golfing.

Rafe: Call me when you get home. Be careful, please. Did Top say something to upset you?

No, he didn't. I'll be busy when I get home. We'll talk later tonight.

Rafe: Fine. Love you.

You don't reply. You want to, but Topper's words swim around your head. You can't help but wonder if he really will leave you if things start to go south for him. The fact heaviest on your mind right now is that you simply don't know - because you hadn't been around for the past few months. You'd been missing him, of course, but you had avoided everything that had to do with him.

The entire conversation is on replay in your head for the rest of the day.

You do the dishes.

You're the first thing he's gonna bail out on.

You clean your room.

Did he tell you about all the girls he fucked in my bed?

You vacuum the house.

Just put him first. It's what you do when you love someone.

You yell out in frustration, feeling the tears well up in your eyes once again. Your phone had been going off earlier with texts from Rafe, so you had shut it off completely. He sent you a picture of him on the golf course, asked what you were up to, and informed you he'd be at the Club for dinner if you needed anything.

You slam your bedroom door and lay down in your bed, curling up in the sheets that Rafe had been under not two nights ago. It's dark now, so you know he's probably home from the Club. Or not, considering how clingy Topper had seemed earlier. You sniffle and finally feel in control of your emotions for the first time since you woke up this morning. Even though it's early, you can feel yourself growing tired.

There's a rapid knock on your bedroom door only half a second before it's pulled open, revealing your boyfriend. You sit up straight now, all hint of sleep gone. He's still wearing his golf shirt and shorts, a hat backwards on his head.

"Your dad, uh, let me in," he says awkwardly, stepping into your dark bedroom, "Glad to see you're still alive."

He closes your door and flips on the light, getting a good look at your emotional ass. You watch his expression fall as he takes you in, but you just shake your head.

"I was just about to go to bed."

Rafe takes a hesitant step toward you, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and ask you what the hell is going on. You look him in the eyes, noting how they look bloodshot to you.

"We were about to go to bed," he corrects.

You shake your head again, "I don't think you should sleep here tonight, Rafe."

His heart sinks in his chest at your words, but he walks over to your bed anyway. You instinctively move away, cuddling yourself into the furthest corner of your bed.

"What the fuck is going on with you?" he finally asks, having wanted to since he walked in. He starts to pace your bedroom, shaking his head and mumbling slightly to himself.

"Nothing."

"Bullshit."

He turns to look at you again and you stop breathing. His eyes are red. Bloodshot. He can't stand still. You gasp and stand up from your bed quickly, staring at him like he just hurt you.

"Rafe," you hiss, "Tell me you did not get high with Topper."

Rafe laughs sarcastically, then brings his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. You set your hands on your hips and stare at him with your eyebrows raised, waiting on his answer.

"It was just a little bit," he admits, "I'm not even high."

You scoff, "Yeah? Tell your eyes."

"What the fuck was I supposed to do?" he raises his voice now, letting his emotions carry his response, "You weren't answering your phone, you left me this morning all weird, and Topper had a little coke-"

"That doesn't mean you have to do it!" you yell back, "And what the fuck is Topper doing giving you coke when he knows you're trying to stay clean?"

Rafe inhales deeply, trying to stop himself from screaming at you when he knows your parents are downstairs.

"You know," he starts after a minute, "I am old enough to know what I should and shouldn't do."

You shake your head, laughing again, "Your behavior the past few months could've fooled me."

He steps back with a hurt expression, like you've stung him. You cross your arms over your chest, trying your best to steady your breathing.

"I have done everything I can to try and show you I'm getting better," he states, his voice anxious and shaky, "Okay, yeah, I made a bad judgment call today with Topper. I fucked up. But, I was anxious because you weren't responding to me and I just... needed something to take the edge off."

You sigh and then open your mouth to speak, but Rafe's getting himself worked up and speaks again before you can.

"Don't turn all this shit around on me, though. You've been acting weird since this morning and I think I know why."

Your eyes flicker up to him, and he watches as you swallow, "Rafe-"

"Look, that Instagram post was just supposed to be, like, a cute thing. I didn't mean to freak you out or whatever. I changed the caption, so. I'm sorry."

Your face falls and your heart sinks. You loved that caption. And he changed it. You want to speak, but you can't find the right words. You just sink down onto your bed again, watching Rafe move quietly around your room.

"I think you should leave, Rafe."

His head shoots over to you, trying to figure out if you really mean it or not. He shakes his head when he sees your expression.

"No, baby-" he stops, stepping toward you but stopping when you hold your hand up.

"I loved that caption," you admit, knowing that's totally not the point right now, "Go home."

You lay down on your bed and turn your back to him, waiting to hear your bedroom door open and shut so you could cry again. You hear Rafe exhale, then sniffle a bit, then exhale again.

"Tell me what he said to you."

You don't move a muscle, but your eyes flutter closed. Of course he knows, because he knows you.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Rafe steps forward and grabs your shoulder, laying you flat on your back so you can stare up at him. One look at you and he knows you're lying.

"Please don't play fucking stupid with me. Tell me what Topper said to upset you."

You can tell he's starting to get angry, but you swore to yourself you'd never tell him about it. It would hurt him too much.

Just put him first. It's what you do when you love someone.

"He didn't say anything," you lie.

Rafe laughs loudly, then stands up and runs his hands through his hair. You can tell he's pissed off.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him," he mutters.

"Rafe-"

"Don't lie to me!" he yells at you, "I mean, holy shit, I do one fucking line and you act like it's the end of the world, but you lie to me, and it's just supposed to be fine?"

"I'm not lying!" you yell back at him, watching as he throws his hands out from his sides.

"Yeah? Tell your face," he quotes you from earlier.

You groan and lay back down, covering your face with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. Rafe sighs as well, but his sounds more annoyed and yours sounds more stressed. You really have no idea what to say, how to make it better, how to express that you don't want to ruin him again. You don't want him to end up that way, but you also don't want him to think you don't believe in him.

"You know what?" Rafe sighs again, "I'm gonna leave. Let you figure your shit out. I'll just come back when you've gotten a grip."

He doesn't wait for your response or even bother to look at you before he turns away and steps toward the door. You note for the first time that he's wearing a red collared shirt. Probably just for you. You wait until his hand is on your doorknob to speak.

"Maybe you shouldn't."

Rafe freezes, then turns around. He doesn't dare meet your eyes, as he's sure they'll confirm his biggest fear.

"What?" he plays dumb, "Leave?"

"No," you sigh, sitting up again, "Maybe you shouldn't come back."

He'll run back to the coke and the parties and the girls.

You can't put yourself through the heartbreak of losing Rafe Cameron. Again. And if Topper's right, you'll get hurt. As much as you hate to admit it, Topper knows Rafe better than almost anyone. As much as you love Rafe, as much as you want Rafe, you want Rafe to be healthy more.

"Baby girl," his voice cracks, "You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do."

You stand up from the bed, ready to beg him not to run back to the drugs. Or the parties. Or the girls. You want him to pull himself together, apply to schools like he had told you about, and work hard for his dad. And you worry he can't do all that if he's busy running around with you. Just as Topper had so lovingly pointed out, Rafe missed all the fun at the party because he'd been with you.

"Baby, please," his eyes are welling up fast, and you have to look away, "If this is about the coke, I swear-"

"Rafe-"

"-to God, I'm done with that shit. I'll never touch it again. I promise you. And if it's about Topper, just tell me what he said to you. Please."

He walks over to you and pulls your chin up to look at him, knowing in your eyes that there's something there. But you know the hurt will only get worse if he knows the truth - if he knows that Topper doesn't believe he can get clean or hold down his job.

"I just think we're moving too fast," you say, moving from his grip, "It's only been a little over a week, Rafe. And we're already, like, crazy serious-"

"We've never been a normal couple!" he says, raising his voice once more, "We both knew that going in, don't act like that's some new shit."

"I cheated on JJ!" you scream, finally allowing some real, true emotion to come out, "I fucking cheated on him, Rafe. That's not okay with me. That's not who I am. And now, I'm practically married, I've got your clothes in my closet-"

"Since when does that bother you?" Rafe yells back, "I brought them here for you! Because you like to pick out my shirts!"

"It's too much," you tell him, "It's too much too soon and I just need some time."

"Time," Rafe repeats, as if the word is unfamiliar to him.

You nod and sit down on your bed again, only glancing and seeing tears fall from his eyes.

"Time away from me," he nods, still processing.

Silently, Rafe steps to your closet and pulls out the hangars with his collared shirts on them, tucking them around his arm. He turns to you then, walking over and gently tilting your chin up to look at him.

"I am not going to apologize to you for telling you I love you so quickly. I love you with all my heart. So, I'm keeping my promise to you. And I'll be over on my side of the island while you take your time, and when you're ready, baby, we're going to be okay."

You shut your eyes, unaware you had been welling up with tears until they fall freely down your cheeks. Rafe leans down and presses his lips to your cheek, kissing the water away. He lets go and steps away after a moment, soaking in one last look before he turns around.

"Rafe," you choke out.

He turns around, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. You smile gently at him, then wipe away another tear.

"I believe in you. You can get clean."

He nods his head, "I will get clean."

You take a deep breath, letting his words flow through your body. He turns around and slips out of your room before you know it, and that's when you really lose it. Your sweet boy, Rafe Cameron, took his shirts you love so much and left you. You know you had to make it believable, so you brought up the shirts, but the truth is, you love looking at them every morning when you get dressed. You love picking one out for him.

You love him.

But you know he has to get clean. You wipe your tears and change your shirt, then head out of your room. You ask your mom for her car keys, which you never do, so she knows you mean business. She asks you where you're going if Rafe just left, and you just tell her you'll be back later.

You've only been to Topper Thorton's house once. It was back when you and Rafe were still fucking around, you had shown up to a party per Rafe's request, even though he didn't want the two of you to go together. You're only fairly confident that you remember where it is, which is why you smile triumphantly when you spot the house from the road.

You're out of the car and knocking on the front door before you can even think twice. You could kill him, you really think you could.

A woman pulls open the door, not even bothering to pretend to be polite.

"May I help you?"

"Hi," you say awkwardly, comparing her beautiful dress and pearls to your leggings and ratty old shirt that you're actually pretty sure is JJ's, "I'm here to see Topper."

She smirks, "I knew he'd find another girl after Sarah Cameron."

Your mouth falls open and you instantly try to explain to her who you are, but she just turns around and calls for him. She doesn't bother to invite you in. You hear Topper approach and thank his mother, then watch a smirk appear on his lips when he sees you.

"Phone working yet?"

You have to tell yourself not to smack him across the face. You really could hit that pretty boy smirk right off. You glance around him into the house to make sure his mother is gone before you shove Topper back roughly.

"Giving him a line, Topper? Really?"

Topper looks shocked as he recovers, stepping back over to the door. He laughs as he processes what just happened.

"Hey, he wanted it," Topper shrugs, "He always does."

"You're a fucking prick," you spit.

Topper shrugs, "At least I didn't blow him off all day and then break up with him."

"He told you?" you gasp. Topper laughs louder now, which only pisses you off more.

"He tells me everything, Y/N. Look, I'm sorry if I hurt your precious feelings this morning. I'm just looking out for both of your best interests-"

"If you were looking out for Rafe's best interest, you wouldn't have given him coke today. Or any day, for that matter."

Topper shrugs again, "Our opinions differ on how to take care of him."

You groan and step off the porch, realizing you're getting nowhere with him. He leans up against the doorframe as he watches you debate what to say next.

"He's gonna get clean, Topper. Don't fuck this up for him."

"Or what?"

Your blood is boiling as you stare at him, not understanding why he wants Rafe to fail so badly. You roll your eyes and turn your back on him, ready to walk away from him and this conversation.

"You realize he's gonna be knee deep in coke tomorrow, now that you broke up with him."

You turn around, using this opportunity to smirk at him, "I wouldn't put money down on that one."

Topper just shakes his head and then flips off the porch light on you just to prove he's a dick. But you don't care. Because the difference between you and Topper is that you have faith in Rafe Cameron.

You cry in the car for a while. Getting it all out before you have to go home sounds like a good idea. You feel it all. You feel like you're breaking in half not having felt Rafe since this morning. Last night at the party seems like a million miles away from where you sit now.

When you finally calm yourself down enough, you can feel how swollen your eyes are. You sniffle, wipe your nose in your sleeve, then start driving back to the Cut. You drive and drive, your head spinning. You start to cry again when you realize who you want to talk to more than anything about this - JJ Maybank. You two had always been great friends, and before you know it, you're pulling up to John B's.

You don't even bother trying to adjust your appearance; JJ's seen just about every look on you and all you want is to just talk to him. You walk up the stairs to the porch of the house, coming face to face with Kiara. She's smoking a blunt and sits up straight when she sees you, your mind flashing back to the way she screamed at you last night.

"What happened to you?" she scoffs, eyeing your tear soaked shirt and swollen eyes.

"Is he here?" you ask her as you attempt to pass by her and go into the house to find him if you have to.

"None of your damn business," she mutters.

"Is he fucking here or not, Kiara?" you raise your voice, surprising her.

She raises an eyebrow at you, then looks back toward the house, "JJ!"

You sigh and roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as you wait. She looks back down at her blunt, taking another drag and pretending you don't exist.

"Y/N?" you hear JJ's voice, and when he catches sight of you, he speaks again, "Oh, my God. What happened?"

Your heart melts at the way he rushes to you without a second thought, pulling you into his arms. You start to cry again, not able to hold any of it back. Kiara huffs and crushes her blunt, then stands and walks inside. You've never been more thankful to see her go.

"Rafe," you start, but the words aren't coming easily.

"What? Did he do something to you?"

You shake your head immediately, trying to suck in a deep breath.

"Okay, okay," he coaxes you, "Let's sit. Just relax."

He leads you over to the couch where Kiara had been sitting and pulls you down with him, taking your hands in his. You start to cry even harder when he does this, knowing how much you don't deserve it. JJ had been too good for you from the very beginning.

"It's okay," he tells you, giving you a little smile, "Take a deep breath."

You sit and focus on your breathing, squeezing tightly onto JJ's hands in yours. He nods his head and whispers occasionally to you, telling you to relax and you're safe. When you finally have a grip on your breathing, you look up at him with sad eyes.

"I cheated on you," you mumble, finally having the balls to admit it. The guilt and the weight of your mistake is holding your chest down.

"Ouch," he jokes, laughing to try and lighten the mood, "Yeah, Y/N, I kind of knew that already."

You shake your head rapidly, as if to tell him he doesn't understand. He leans his head in closer to you to stop you from moving, then reaching up and moving hair away from your eyes.

"No," you say, feeling the tears again, "I'm not that person, JJ. And you deserve better than that, God, you deserve so much better. I'm so sorry, you don't understand. I'm so, so sorry, JJ-"

He pulls you into him before you can continue apologizing, feeling your second wave of hysterics coming on.

"It's all right," he whispers.

"No, it's not," you say into his shoulder, "You were always so good to me and I just-"

"Sweetheart," he pulls out his favorite nickname for you, but both of you can tell it means something different now than it did, "I wasn't what you wanted. That's okay. Nobody can blame you for that. Not even you."

You pull away from him, staring at him with red and puffy eyes, "Kiara can."

JJ laughs, replaying last night over in his head. He had yelled at Kiara the entire way home for being such a bitch to you.

"Now," he smiles gently when you lift yourself off of him, "Tell me what happened with Rafe."

"Are you sure?"

He nods, "Friends first, right?"

You nod, then reach up and wipe your tears, "I kind of told him I wanted a break because he needs to get clean and figure out some shit. Topper told me this morning that Rafe's just going to leave me, anyway. And I just can't get hurt again, I can't be that zombie version of myself again, JJ."

He nods his head as you speak, trying to understand and absorb every word you say. He stares at you for a moment once you finish speaking, trying to figure out exactly what his response should be.

"I get it," he starts off easy, "But, fuck, Y/N, I kind of think you're busy protecting yourself. Rafe himself hasn't even given you a reason to think he's going to leave you, right?"

You shake your head. JJ nods encouragingly.

"Good. I think you're putting a lot of value on Topper's words. And did you see how drunk that motherfucker was last night? I wouldn't trust that guy with a paper bag, much less my relationship. I don't wanna tell you what to do or how to handle your feelings, but I think you're the one who has shit to figure out."

You smile and wrap your arms around him in a hug, soaking in every word. You had known coming her wouldn't be a mistake, and JJ seems to prove you right every time.

"Thank you, JJ," you say as you hug him.

"You seem happy with him," he says quietly, "Don't overthink it. You could miss out on something amazing."

You hang out with JJ for a bit until you feel comfortable enough to go home. He makes you promise to text him when you get there safely, then tells you to fix things with Rafe. You just nod and hop in the car, driving home.

And when you lay in bed before you fall asleep, you can't help but check. You pull up your boyfriend's Instagram page and click on the post from last night, a pit growing in your stomach as you can only imagine what he changed the caption to.

Your heart swells when you read the same sweet words you read this morning. You click on the comment section and see that it says the caption had been edited two hours ago. Right after he had left your house.

He knew you loved it. So he changed it back.

That's what makes up your mind.

Tags: @hollandsour @flowerkidlxrry @outrbanks @kookkyra @pogueslandia @sarahwasfound

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[rafescoke]

Maybank ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: how about y/n is jj’s older sister and shes dating rafe but they keep it a secret bcs rafe is a dick he doesn’t want to be seen w a pogue. jj knows that his sister is dating rafe and he kinda hates rafe for keeping they relationship as a secret. then sarah threw a party n invited the pogues n they play truth or dare n a random kook dared rafe to sniff coke on some random girl’s belly n rafe accepted it without thinking abt what y/n thinks n they fight @rafeswh0ree

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Rafe would do anything to protect his title, even if it causes the girl he loves to stray away. 

Warnings: Pure angst, mentions of substance!

A/N: you know the drill. . . send requests! 

(Y/N) doesn’t want to remember the day her little brother found out about her relationship with a certain kook prince.

Being a year younger than (Y/N), it’s funny how he acts like a total older brother to her; always so protective, and not letting any boys touch her.

It was a Friday, and (Y/N) had sneaked out to meet Rafe by the beach. The night sky was almost perfect; the moon was illuminating them, and the waves were calming.

Rafe pressed a kiss against her lips, mumbling how much he loves her when the sound of a backpack hitting the soft sand startled them.

“What the fuck?”

(Y/N) scampered from Rafe, fixing her fallen top and running towards JJ who was already making his way back to his bike. His eyebrows were furrowed, his heart banging.

(Y/N) pulled his shoulder, “JJ, stop. It’s not what you think!”

“Wait, wait, what do you mean? Did he drown and you had to give him CPR?” He scoffed, prying his shoulders away and walking backward slowly. “This is so low of you, (Y/N). Fuck.”

JJ noticed that something was different with his sister a few months ago. The sneaky texts under the table, the sudden smile at her phone screen. . . he had thought of the actions as nothing more than (Y/N) contacting her friends.

And when he saw her in Figure 8 two weeks ago, in a fancy restaurant he works part-time in, she had told him that her new friend had brought her there.

As if she would ever have a kook friend.

Of course it wasn’t a kook friend. It was a kook boyfriend.

“JJ, please! Why are you like this?”

JJ turned his heels to look at (Y/N) properly. His nostrils were flaring, and his eyes were wild. Trying to contain his anger, “Your fucking boyfriend is a drug addict and I’m not letting you date someone who choked my friends before!”

He waited, and extended his hands. “It’s me or Rafe. Stay if you want to stay with him, and come with me if you want to come back home.”

“You’re crazy,” she whispered, letting a tear rolled down her cheeks. She thought of many scenarios where JJ will eventually find out about her and Rafe, but this wasn’t in her list.

“Me or Rafe.”

(Y/N) remembers exactly the way JJ walked away disappointedly, his head hanging low and his hands balled up in a fist.

It took her weeks to regain JJ’s trust and fix their relationship, and though JJ still hasn’t accepted Rafe, he’s okay. He’s quiet, sometimes seething at the boy, but he knows how much (Y/N) loves him.

“Hey,” Rafe smiles, placing a kiss directly on her cheeks. Her hot body from the scorching sun slowly tempers down, and she melts into his touch.

Pulling him close, she nestles into his chest. “Sarah’s having a party tonight.”

“Yeah? You’re coming?”

“We’re coming, Rafe,” she sighs. The sprinkling water from the fast motion of the boat hits her on her face, and she wipes them away before looking up to this handsome face.

She rubs her thumb against his cheeks, feeling him soften. “If I ask you something, can you not be mad?”

“Is this about letting everyone know about us?” He asks, his hands resting above her hips. He removes them and wraps his face, sighing.

(Y/N) bites her lips, already knowing the answer to her question. “Never mind.”

“We talked about this, (Y/N).”

“I know, so I’m not going to fight with you on this again,” she sits up straight, inching away from him. “I mean, after almost a year of dating, I think you’d—”

“You’re forcing this.”

“I’m not!” She stands up, groaning. “God, you’re starting a fight again!”

The silence between them grows again, both sulking and shouting in their heads. After a while, (Y/N) moves to the front deck of the boat and Rafe curses silently, knowing that the plan he had about strolling by the stream with the girl he loves is a failure.

But it’s not his fault, is it? He just can’t show her off. It’s bad enough that her brother’s aware of their relationship, and Rafe had to make sure that son of a bitch never opens his mouth to anyone.

“Hey, yo, JJ, got a minute?”

The blonde waiter grunted, eyeing Rafe with so much hatred before placing a cold mineral bottle on the table.

“Rafe, don’t cause any scene,” Topper warned, staring at the both of them. He could sense something was wrong, but he didn’t put this mind into it. He thought of it as nothing more than Rafe’s daily fights with the pogues.

JJ didn’t reply, not wanting to see his smug face what more to talk to him, but as he tried to return back to the kitchen, Rafe gripped his wrist tightly.

“Just a minute,” he smiled.

JJ quirked his head to the back of the kitchen where the workers usually smoke. Rafe nodded, letting go of his wrist, and whispered something to Topper.

“What do you want?” JJ asked once they were in the back alley, watching as Rafe lighted a cigarette and bringing the stick to his lips.

“How’s (Y/N)?”

“Isn’t that your problem?” The blonde boy scoffed, “Hey, man, look. I appreciate this family bonding activity you’re trying to have, but you’re no family. I care about (Y/N), and I’m in no way letting her be with you.”

What angered JJ more wasn’t the fact that he didn’t reply, but it was the superior look he plastered on his face. He felt the urge to slap and hurt him more than anything else.

“If there’s one thing we can agree on—” he said, blowing a puff of smoke. JJ inched backward, not wanting the smell of tobacco to linger on his uniform or he’ll be in trouble. “—is that we both care for her. I understand if you don’t want anyone else to know about me and (Y/N), and I hope it will stay that way.”

“You don’t want me to tell anyone else?”

“Yeah,” Rafe smiled. “It’s bad enough I have to pull you away in the middle of my lunch. Can’t afford to do that with more people.”

“Is it because you’re embarrassed to be seen with her?”

“Can you do that for me?” Rafe asked, ignoring his last question.

“Fuck you, Cameron.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Rafe laughed, patting his shoulder and watching as he flinched away. “I think I’ll see you around more than we both want to, Maybank.”

“Hey,” (Y/N) whispers, placing a hand against his shoulder. “What’s wrong? You’re in a daze.”

“You’re not mad at me anymore?” He asks, tilting his head up. That was quick, but he likes it. She can never be mad at him for more than 30 minutes.

She crosses her arms, “You want me to be mad at you?”

He shrugs and pulls her to his lap. “You’re hotter when you’re mad.”

. . .

If there’s one thing Rafe’s sure of, he hates parties when he will be the one to clean up the mess the next morning.

Ward and Rose are out for the weekend for their anniversary, and Wheezie is somewhere for a summer camp she has been begging Ward to go to.

Like always, Sarah Cameron takes this opportunity as a way to host the biggest party of the year, inviting all of her pogue friends and letting Rafe do the honor of inviting the kooks.

(Y/N) walks in with her best friend, having to pretend to not be so familiar with the whole house as if she’s not dating the son of Ward Cameron.

“Yo, this house is huge.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) agrees, walking towards the drinks area and grabbing boozes for her and her friend. “Hey, I’m going to see someone, can you wait for me down here?”

Before she can walk away, Sarah Cameron appears excitedly and pulls her into a tight hug. “(Y/N)! What a surprise! JJ’s outside, if you’re looking for him.”

“Trust me, I’m not looking for him,” she laughs, “Have you seen Rafe? I, um, I called him up before for some stuff.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s on the porch,” she replies, and before (Y/N) can make a move, she holds her tightly. “Be careful. He’s got the heaviest stuff with him.”

As if she doesn’t know that.

She smiles, muttering her thanks before heading towards the porch. It’s hard to pretend to not know who Rafe is after spending her whole year with him.

Sure enough, Rafe is sitting by Topper’s side with his other friends surrounding them, his hair messily parted and his nose red. She sighs, knowing exactly what state he’s in.

“Yo, Maybank,” Topper laughs, pulling the empty seat beside him. “Come sit.”

Rafe looks up to the sound of her name, and before she can register the look on his face, he bows down again.

“Hey,” she greets, sitting beside Topper. “You’re okay?”

“This party’s the shit,” he answers, obviously in a drunken state, and pats Rafe’s back. “Yo, yo, you got the same ring as my boy right here.”

Topper grabs the gold ring hanging from (Y/N)’s necklace, bringing it closer under the light and taking Rafe’s hand. “Wow, are you guys soulmates?”

The boys around them laugh, and (Y/N) pulls her necklace away before anyone can guess anything. She watches as Rafe grunts, still so busy trying to separate the powder in lines.

“Wanna try a line?”

“She can’t, Topper.”

All eyes are on Rafe now, who’s rubbing his nose and licking his lips. Rafe never stops anyone from doing a line and even asked Wheezie if she wanted to try one before, so the words that came out of his mouth appear as a shock to all of them.

“Why?” (Y/N) asks, tilting her head to one side. If he doesn’t want to show her off to his friends, he might as well stop trying to control her life. She looks back to Topper, “I’ll try a line, Tops.”

Topper smiles, giving her a rolled-up 100 dollars bill and pushing his chair back to allow her in. (Y/N) takes the chance to brush her back against Rafe’s front, hearing his ragged breath all the sudden.

She bends down, giving Rafe the perfect view of her back, and snorts a line. She falls onto Rafe’s lap as he pulls her close, breathing into her sweet smell as she throws her head back from the sudden tingling in her stomach.

“Stand up,” he orders in her ears, “Stand up, (Y/N).”

Before Rafe can push her off, she stands up quickly and makes her way back to her previous seat. She only tried coke once, way before she met Rafe, and she had thought of it as nothing more but the last time she tried the substance. She prefers drinking to get her mind off since then.

“You’re joining the game later?” Topper asks, glancing down at her short skirt. (Y/N) mindlessly pulls her dress down, and throws her head back once again.

“What game?”

“Truth or dare,” he smiles.

“I don’t play children’s games,” she fakes yawn, “Are you playing?”

“I don’t think so,” he replies, licking his lips. “Like you said, I don’t play children’s games.”

Whatever Topper’s doing to get (Y/N)’s attention; it’s just not working. She’s way too head over heels for the boy beside him, who’s still red and flustered from the brief teasing she had for him a few moments ago.

“(Y/N), wanna grab a drink?”

Both (Y/N) and Topper look up to Rafe. He’s trying his hardest not to look at her again and busies himself with the powder. “You don’t look quite comfortable with Topper.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” she replies, watching as his head snaps back to her. She licks her lips, “We’re alright, aren’t we, Tops?”

Topper nods, more than ready to have a fling with the pretty girl beside him, pogue or not pogue.

“Okay,” Rafe replies, “Whatever you say.”

Whatever (Y/N)’s doing to grab his attention; she’s doing a great job at it. Rafe’s jaw tenses at the sound of her laughter, and he has to look the other way when Topper’s hands sneak their way to around her shoulders.

He’s almost glad when Sarah comes to tell them something about the game starting. He sneaks to beside (Y/N), giving her a soft touch on her back, and off he goes to sit on the opposite side of her.

His mind’s still woozy, and he’s struggling to even open his eyes. The booming music still thrums against his eardrums, and the drinks he had earlier keeps every muscle of his active and ready to do anything crazy.

“You’re playing?” Someone asks him from the right.

What else can happen from a silly game of truth or dare?

“Yeah.”

Rafe hopes (Y/N) isn’t playing, because he knows the stupid things his friends would ask her. Always being the topic of his friends’ conversations, he’s clear with their intentions towards (Y/N).

And he’s not making any of it a reality.

“Topper, truth or dare.”

“Truth,” he answers, and Rafe’s eyes snap back to (Y/N). Surprisingly, her eyes are already on him, her stare so pierced that Rafe has to shift his position to ignore the aching in the pits of his stomach.

Rafe doesn’t care enough to listen to whatever his best friend’s saying, and his eyes stay on (Y/N). The girl smiles at him, and his eyes trail down to her chest.

Of course she would wear something like a top that doesn’t cover half of her chest.

He looks away, biting his lips.

“(Y/N)! Truth or dare?”

(Y/N) groans at Topper, crossing her arms and yelling ‘I’m not playing’. Her friends moan at her, pressuring her to keep the game going, and after a few pleas and more groans, she sighs.

She’s so easy to manipulate.

Rafe stares at her again, licking his lips.

“Dare.”

The crowd cheer, but the volume is down to mute to Rafe, who’s too busy having her glued to his brain. She looks wonderful under the dim lights, and Rafe wants nothing more than to have her screaming under him.

“I dare you to make out with the hottest person in the room.”

“Change the game,” Rafe says to no one in particular, sitting up straighter. “Change the game.”

“Yo, what?” Kelce asks, “What’s wrong with you?”

Rafe ignores his friend, and stares at the girl.

(Y/N) stands up from her seat and walks towards Topper, and Rafe can feel his heart stopping. His fear is coming to reality, and she’s so close to Topper they’re practically kissing.

He lays his head against the cushion, his heart aching.

“Yo, Rafe, it’s your turn!”

Rafe sits up straighter, rubbing his eyes and looking around the group as everyone else stares at him. He groans, feeling so tired and not having a clue where he have gone to a few minutes ago.

It might the aftermath of the coke, but it doesn’t feel as good as always.

How long did he pass out?

“Truth or dare, Rafe.”

“I’m not playing,” he mumbles, rubbing his temple.

“If you’re backing out now, you’ll have to pay a hundred bucks.”

What the fuck?

“Since when?” He asks, looking up to the random girl he has seen around the country club a few times. “That’s not the rules.”

“It is now.”

“Fine. Dare.”

Anything to put an end to this game.

“I dare you to do a line on Jessie’s back.”

The room grows silent, and Rafe can feel all stares at him. He blinks, trying to register what he just heard, and laughs. “Just a line?”

(Y/N) bites her lips. He wouldn’t do it, would he?

Somehow, JJ finds his way behind the couch (Y/N) is sitting on. He places a hand comfortably on her shoulder and watches her jerk. “You’re okay?”

She doesn’t reply, but JJ knows the answer all too well.

Rafe’s friends clear the table off from drinks and Jessie lays her bare back against the glass table. Rafe doesn’t look up to her to ask for permission or to give her any reassurances, and it feels as if he wants to do it too.

JJ’s grip around her shoulder tightens, “You should go.”

She shakes her head, staring at the scene before her.

The intoxicating powder is poured by an excited Topper directly on Jessie’s stomach, and (Y/N) feels sick to her core. She feels like screaming, because why wouldn’t he say no?

It’s not like a hundred bucks would be too much for him to stop playing.

Rafe dips his head to the same level as Jessie’s head, and (Y/N) stares at the girl bites her lips the same way (Y/N) does when Rafe’s close to her.

Except he’s close to someone else.

The crowd erupts into a loud roar again as Rafe finally stands up from the lines, his head becoming more bumping and his respiratory rate increasing.

The kook prince doing a line on some hot girl in Figure 8. 

What a headline.

His eyes look up to the people around him, but (Y/N) is nowhere in sight.

“Where is she?” He asks Topper. His hands found themselves wrapped around Topper’s shoulders for balance.

“Where is who?”

“My girlfriend,” he answers, not thinking much. “I have to go.”

“What girlfriend, Rafe?” Topper laughs. “Man, you’re in too deep. The game’s not finished.”

“I’ll pay the hundred,” he replies and makes his way out of the party. His sight is becoming so blurry that he falls by the side of the pool a few times before he sees the sight of her climbing JJ’s bike.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?” He asks, standing in front of the bike and not letting JJ turn to the exit. “The party’s not finished!”

“Fuck off, Cameron,” JJ replies, blocking Rafe’s view of his girlfriend. (Y/N) stares down to her lap, not wanting to look him in the eyes, and Rafe’s breath hitches at the silence.

“What did I do?”

Before Rafe can hear any explanation, JJ pushes him down to the side road and he groans from the sudden impact. He looks up to the blonde and lunges for him, only for them to end up by the side of the road.

“Oh my god, stop!” (Y/N) yells, trying to pry her brother away from Rafe. “JJ, he’s not thinking straight. Let’s just go!”

“Don’t get near (Y/N) ever again!” JJ yells, his eyes flaring up in anger and his knuckles turning purple. “She deserves someone better than a cheating fuck like you!”

Out of all the responses Rafe can give to JJ, he lets out the coldest laugh, and the sound of his voice carries throughout the dark neighborhood.

“I’m cheating? She was cheating on me too!”

“What are you saying?” (Y/N) scoffs, “I wasn’t cheating, Rafe, I’m not you.”

“Yeah? The kiss with Topper?”

“That wasn’t a kiss! I gave him a peck on his cheeks!”

“That doesn’t excuse the fact you didn’t kiss me.”

“Is that why you’re acting like a dick? Because I didn’t kiss you when Tops asked me to kiss the hottest guy in the room?” She laughs. This whole thing seems funny all of a sudden after hearing Rafe’s side of the story. “I thought you want us to stay lowkey.”

“Whatever, can you get your fucking bodyguard off me?” Rafe replies, “And don’t call him Tops. It’s like you’re begging to get fucked by him.”

JJ makes a move again, but (Y/N) quickly pulls him away. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hands, and Rafe wishes he hadn’t said the words out loud.

JJ finally lets go of him and walks to his bike, feeling so tired but pumped at the same time from the brief fight with Rafe. He wanted more than anything for them to break up, but what just happened isn’t exactly what he had in mind. 

“So you’re going?”

“There’s no reason for me to stay, Rafe,” she replies. “You don’t even want to admit that we’re dating. Are you embarrassed of me?”

When he doesn’t reply, (Y/N) pushes his chest that he staggers backward, still so woozy and lightheaded he feels like fainting.

“Are. You. Embarrassed. Of. Me?”

Rafe stays silent, looking down to the ground and wishing the world would just swallow him up.

“Go to hell, Rafe,” she replies, and Rafe inches backward when her gold ring he had bought for her to match his own ring rolls down to his feet. He quickly looks up to her.

She’s not breaking up with him, is she?

If he felt like he has gone through hell before, this feeling is a lot worse. 

Part #2

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Welcome To MiniMoni, or Jungkook Is Just Screwed Isn't He

Because let's be honest...

Cameron Phillip as Jungkook is not entirely wrong. But before we go barrel-rolling off to some toxic Jeonlous narrative that, well, okay, in this case it kinda DOES exist but only a little bit and it's not toxic, it's normal; Let's all enjoy twelve minutes or so of a nice compilation of some sweet and fun moments between Namjoon and Jimin:

Edited videos are always suspect to me unless I am (A) watching them for fun and not for evidentiary findings; or (2) they're not really trying to prove anything. But let's be reasonable here - nobody honestly thinks that MiniMoni are a thing, do they? Plus it's a really cute video with a lot of great moments. Props to the creator.

(photo collage cr. @sherwynphilip)

Cute boyfriend-looking guys in couple fits, okay, I guess I could see it if like a Jeon Jungkook didn't exist. They do look very pretty together. And there's nothing they love more than a good selca.

Honestly, I could ship it if not for the existence of the Jeon half of the Jeon-Park household. And the possibility of Namjoon just not being into guys.... BUT WAIT I STILL THINK HE KINDA IS THO. The Jimin effect also exists and I really don't care who you are, it's pretty obvious that Joon enjoys Jimin's visuals, his intellect, his emotional support, his friendship and his ass affection.

Jimin has an ability to find the emotional center of people around him. He is reportedly highly emotionally intelligent and is a caregiver, a gift-giver, an encouraging, kind presence (when he isn't being a total Slytherin) to his friends. And I think Joon appreciates that about him. Meanwhile Joonie stimulates Jimin's brain, his artistic side, his sharp wit and his need for affection and praise. Namjoon has no problem giving Jimin what he needs in any of those areas. That they also happen to find each other attractive is not necessarily a bad thing, and in this case, a little chemistry goes a long way. They kind of provide each other a safe flirtation outlet, if that makes sense.

It is very normal and not weird for two close friends to also be like "yeah, would possibly hit that if it wouldn't gank up the friendship and/or if I wasn't already otherwise involved." Happens all the time and it's not exclusively masculine.

WHICH BRINGS US TO WHY JUNGKOOK IS JUST SCREWED OKAY.

Jungkook's first real guy crush was, apparently, Namjoon. This is based on stuff Kook has said about joining BTS specifically because of Joon, and about his thighs, and his basically spending 2012-2014 just following Namjoon around like a puppy.

So Jungkook admires/crushes on Namjoon and Namjoon admires Jimin who flirts with the world but is in love with Jungkook, this actually does read kinda like bad fanfiction. Or maybe good fanfiction. IDK y'all I just show up here and make observations and post shit. I can't be held responsible for what these grown ass men do in front of a camera. Or behind it for that matter.

The upshot is, Namjoon is aware that Koo crushed on him first. He is also well aware of the Jeon-Park situation having been thoroughly exposed via my personal favorite show, Namjoon In The Middle, for well over five years now. Six, really. Maybe seven. Whatever, HE KNOWS OKAY. They ALL KNOW. Nobody's hiding from anyone in BTS. These guys got their boundaries all trampled on before most of them were out of their teens, they don't even know how to act most of the time.

And Jimin is also aware that Jungkook liked Namjoon maybe better right at first and he is not above caressing a wow-thigh here or there if he needs to get a point across. And sometimes he do. I don't know what the point was on this day but something was going on.

But let's please notice, Jimin is not the only Slytherin in Bangtan. Not by a long shot. Y'all got to stop villainizing Jiminie when Namjoon knows exactly what's up and he's just letting this ride and encouraging it if not openly initiating. And it's not the only time.

Maddest I've ever seen Kookie was at this fansign, please ignore the overt misspelling of "avert" and understand that I have an image limit I'm working against here, anyway, boy was PISSED OFF. Namjoon just triggers him when it comes to Jimin. And I don't find this "toxic" behavior. This is normal behavior. Normalize the idea that sometimes in relationships, especially as-yet unestablished ones, insecurities happen. Doesn't make him toxic, makes him human, get off his dick okay.

Maybe he knows something we don't or maybe Jiminie kinda uses Joon to rile up his man or maybe, maybe, Namjoon is also sometimes a Slytherin. To be fair Joon is owed certain compensatory enjoyment for having to be the Jeon-Park Police but somehow he lets Jimin get by with shit and kinda dishes it Koo's direction, historically, and I haven't figured that out yet.

But ...

In the last couple of years, as the Jeon-Parks have grown up a bit and solidified their own bond, Joon has also grown up a bit. Because I don't think it really damaged his and Jimin's friendship, but I do think he and Jungkook realized that while they are never gonna be the tightest duo in Bangtan, they do work together, they do both love and care for Jimin, and they are friends. Just, not Jinkook-level friends. MiniMoni are always going to be one of the closer pairs, and Minkook is kinda... a little on the side-eye side. But still cute. So things have mellowed a lot. Jungkook in particular has mellowed a lot. And as of late 2021, MiniMoni are still MiniMoni-ing and the Jeon-Parks are still Jeon-Parking and all is well (including Namjoon, I hope, he should be testing negative for COVID like, soon, right?) So that's my take on those guys. Cue the cannons. I'll be behind the sofa if you need me.

[camxnoel-updates]

Cameron Monaghan brought the character of Ian Gallagher to life on Showtime’s hit series, Shameless. The series aired for a total of 11 seasons after originally premiering in 2011. It ranked as the network’s no. 1 comedy, longest-running series, and had the youngest-skewing audience of any Showtime series. Monaghan also joined two legendary universes with roles in both Gotham and Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order, which I got to ask him about too!

The final season of SHAMELESS finds the Gallagher family and the South Side at a crossroads, with changes caused by the COVID pandemic, gentrification, and aging to reconcile. As Frank confronts his own mortality and family ties in his alcoholic and drug-induced twilight years, Lip struggles with the prospect of becoming the family’s new patriarch. Newlyweds Ian (Cameron Monaghan) and Mickey (Noel Fisher) are figuring out the rules and responsibilities of being in a committed relationship while Deb embraces her individuality and single motherhood. Carl finds an unlikely new career in law enforcement and Kevin and V struggle to decide whether a hard life on the South Side is worth fighting for.

Along with the final season, fans also got a six-episode series that featured new Shameless scenes juxtaposed with a retrospective look at each character’s journey over the prior 10 seasons, titled, Shameless Hall of Shame. The first episode followed Ian and Mickey, showcasing their unique relationship and its evolution from a teen fling into a loving, complicated marriage.

I was able to chat with the actor over zoom and ask him all of my burning questions regarding the series finale, Ian and Mickey’s future, the show’s open ending, the representation his character provided to those watching, what he kept from the set, his future projects, and so much more! Keep reading to find out everything he told me.

So first of all, I want to say a huge congrats to you for wrapping Shameless after 11 seasons and bringing this character to life, who has inspired so many and that so many relate to. I wanted to ask, what has your time on the show meant to you and how would you describe how it helped you grow as an actor?

Cameron Monaghan: I mean, it’s so difficult to distill 11 years into some sort of concise answer, but it’s meant a lot for so many reasons. I think that obviously it’s been important for my career and my life in a sense of how it’s not only given me exposure but also given all of us a platform as performers to be able to tell interesting and challenging stories and to really develop and grow. Obviously, we had a couple of old pros on the show– when I say old pros, I’m not calling them old, just that they’re professionals and they’ve been doing it for a long time, but like William H. Macy, Joan Cusack, and a number of people who had very storied careers. Then we had actors on the show who had never appeared on anything prior and for a lot of us, we were somewhere in the middle, where we’d been working for a number of years, but hadn’t been given the opportunities to really put ourselves out there in such a significant way.

So being able to get an audience over the course of 11 years– and the show grew steadily, it was a marginal success at first, but it wasn’t until like season 4 or 5 that it really started to be seen by people and really connect on a larger platform, and a lot of that had to do with Netflix. When that happens we had such an influx of people kind of saying how they related to it and I think that that’s something that I’ve really taken away– I think we’ve all taken away, to be able to hear a lot of other people’s stories and how they’ve connected these stories in entirely different ways. Everyone has had different favorite characters or storylines and they have brought their own personal experiences to that, but for people to say that they feel seen or heard in some ways by these stories, I think is very special. You know, the character that I was playing was an LGBT love story, as well as a story about mental illness, and coping and struggling with that. I had so many positive responses from people regarding those things, and it was amazing to hear people’s responses. So I think that not only was I able to grow as an actor but being able to hear that response and feedback helps you grow as a human being too. I guess that’s what one of my major takeaways is.

What was that final day of shooting like for you, and how did you feel when you officially wrapped?

It was a bit surreal. I don’t think it really set in at first. It’s always funny when you wrap on a project, I feel like it comes in waves, and with something like a TV show, you start to feel it on the last few episodes of like, “Oh, wow, it’s going to be over.” You start trying to find your little ways of saying goodbye to people and understanding that these conversations are obviously not the last for everyone; we’re still close with each other, but you start to recognize that within the context of the show they’ll be your last so that’s a difficult thing. I’ve never been particularly good at saying goodbye, you know? I feel like in general, I’m kind of a person that just likes to be like, “I’m just going to walk away from it cause I don’t know what else to do really.”

So, we were shooting pretty late at night and we were all there hanging out and cracking jokes, and it was just of like, “Oh, I guess that’s it.” We all kind of looked at each other like, “Well, what do we do now?” A bunch of us stuck around for a few hours afterward, we popped a bottle of champagne, and we sat in each others’ trailers and just kinda hung out until pretty early in the morning, the next day. Then we’ve all kind of just been hanging out and seeing each other since. Everyone’s been really busy, thankfully. So we’ve been traveling and going to different cities for work, but when we’ve been in town we’ve been trying to see each other. I had dinner with Jeremy and Ethan, who played my brothers on the show last week. Noel Fisher, I just saw yesterday. I’m going to see Shanola Hampton in a few days. We’re all still staying in touch with each other is what I’ll say.

Were you personally satisfied with the ending of the show? I think it was very open-ended, which was kind of nice and left a lot open for the future. And was there anything you wanted to see for your character that we weren’t able to?

Endings are difficult in general, but I feel like, especially with a show like Shameless, which is a show about a slice of life and sort of how existence doesn’t really fall into a perfect narrative; it tends to be messy and kind of just continue in spite of itself, and it’s a stream of these little victories and these constant mistakes. So you can’t really cap off a pure ending to a story like that. I think that what John Wells tried to do with writing it is not really conclude the stories. He concludes certain aspects, but the way that he explained it to us is he wanted it to feel like if you were walking through the streets of Chicago, maybe you might bump into these characters. Maybe they’re still out there and maybe they’re still doing things. Some of us had more resolution than others.

I would actually say that the Ian and Mickey storyline was one that did have a fair amount of resolution for the final episode. It was about their anniversary, how they were going to deal with their future, and they’ve kind of figured out some sort of life with each other. There are still large questions, whether or not they’re going to have kids and what the terms of their marriage will entail in the future, but those are questions that are lifelong questions, and ones that I think that we know these characters well enough and we understand their relationships well enough that we can draw our own conclusions for. I think there is something beautiful about the fact that the audience will project what their future for these characters will be.

I think it was a challenging final season because of so many extenuating factors in the world. All shows, businesses, everything was trying frantically to keep up with a changing landscape, and the fact that we were able to make it in spite of all of those things, I think is a victory in itself; one that we are all proud of and happy with. I do think there’s still a future, years out, where we might return to these characters and explore them further. I think that I’m happy putting them to bed for now, I think we all are, but I would like to maybe check in with these characters in 5 or 10 years, and just kind of see where they’re at and what they’re doing.

Kind of like a little Shameless movie, just to play catch up for a little bit.

Yeah, I think that’s something that is kind of more possible now with these streaming networks. They’ve done it with a few series, to sometimes success and sometimes mixed results, but I do think there is a possibility of a reunion season or something like that, depending on where the show fits into the public consciousness in a few years, you know? It’s an open question, but one I’d be excited to see.

How you would describe Ian’s evolution and journey on the show?

I think that Ian has come a long way in terms of confidence and assuredness in himself and his own decisions. I think that’s what a lot of the exploration of the character was, especially in the middle seasons between seasons like 3 to 8 or 9, are this guy who sort of just doesn’t necessarily know what he wants for himself and he’s dealing with a bunch of surprises about himself that he doesn’t necessarily understand, or hasn’t really come to terms with. I think it’s amazing to see Ian in these earlier episodes where he’s kind of getting kicked around by his relationships and by his family. He’s kind of a forgotten kid a little bit. He’s like a middle child, who’s just sort of– people aren’t really looking out for him. His brother does to a certain extent, but also his brother is kind of telling him what he wants for himself and Ian isn’t as active.

At a certain point, he starts to really come into his own as an adult and as a human being. I think it’s amazing how we see him as not only a big brother by the end of the series, but also sort of– there’s something a bit paternal about him. He becomes a bit of a father figure, even a little bit in his relationships. I think it’s interesting how Mickey was always sort of the commanding force and deciding factor for so much of the series; when Ian was really struggling with mental illness and down in the dumps, Mickey is the kind of guy who was looking after him, but by the end of the series, Mickey is a bit childlike in certain ways. Ian is kind of protecting him to a certain extent, and even with his older brother, Lip, Ian is sort of looking out for him in a slightly paternal way, which I think is kind of interesting. He really comes a long way in sort of being confident enough in himself to start looking out for other people that I think is a really great quality. It makes him a character who has made a fair amount of mistakes but mistakes that we understand, and I think that ultimately he’s a guy that I understand and really relate to because he does have this quality to him.

So I have to ask you some questions about Ian and Mickey. I personally love them together, they were one of the reasons I started watching the show. In the end, as you said, we kind of get some closure, but also an open ending with them and it’s a happy one; they’re together and celebrating their anniversary. In your head, what do you think that their future holds? Do you think kids are in the picture; do you think they’re going to be parents? Ideally, what is your version of their happy ending, if you could create it?

I think that they both still need to do some work. I would say that they need to do work as a couple in their marriage still of just defining the terms of what is it that they want financially, sexually, intimately, personally, all of these things. It’s a show full of people who aren’t great at communication or dealing with their own feelings– I mean to a certain extent, most human beings aren’t, but these guys, especially, come from a rough background and they have that tendency of just kind of wanting to push that stuff down. Ian has really opened up Mickey and Mickey to a certain extent has really opened up Ian over the course of the series, but I still don’t think they’re fully all the way there. Mickey has a lot of emotional baggage when it comes to parenthood, his father, and dealing with responsibility.

I don’t know if Mickey is fully there. Hopefully, he would be one day in the future. And hopefully, Ian would be patient enough to give him the space to make that decision and to not want to rush into it. I do think that it would be something in their future. Parenthood was a huge motivating factor for Ian earlier in the series, going so far as to steal someone’s baby at some point because he wants to be a father. I would hope that they would be able to provide that for him and for themselves, but there’s no way to know, we have to sort of make that assumption for ourselves, but I think so.

Ian and Mickey have been this fan-favorite couple that means so much to the LGBTQ+ community in terms of representation. What was the moment that you personally started rooting for them?

I think it was pretty early. I was rooting for Ian from the first episode, from the pilot, but the second that Mickey gets introduced to the show, he brought such a fun dynamic with him. Obviously, a massive amount of charisma that was coming from Noel Fisher. The scenes were always fun, exciting, and felt steeped in a lot of dramatic tension. Whether or not they were destined to be together was kind of a question that still was developing. In the first season to the third season, the Mickey character is pretty rough emotionally and physically; he is at points pretty, extremely abusive in a way that is great for a character and for a story, but if I was talking to Ian as a person in real life, I would probably say, “Get the hell away from this guy. He’s awful for you.”

But within the context of the story, we’re able to get the internal life of these characters and we understand them well enough to really want to be rooting for them and see them succeed. It builds into this pretty epic love story of these characters that really do feel kind of intertwined by fate and something greater. It feels like you have these forces pulling for them in a way that you want with every fiber of your being to see it work out for them because you care for them. So obviously, Noel and I had been rooting for these characters the entire time, but it was really fun playing some of the ridiculousness of the situations of the two of them, where they were just very at odds with each other at times. It was a joy bouncing off of each other in both the highs and the lows of the character.

Is there sort of a message that you hope their love story gives to viewers that see themselves in these characters?

Well, I think the aspects of the characters, especially for Mickey, that I’m sure a lot of people relate to, and it is sort of the greatest tragedy of the character, is how he is deeply in the closet and he feels that he can’t embrace his own self and also this beautiful love because of this situation that he’s in; a traumatic home life, specifically an abusive father, and also an environment that doesn’t allow him to be what he wants to be. I guess the message that I do hope that people who are relating to that get is that there are places where you can be accepted and there are better options for you, and sometimes that takes time, but as cliched as it is, it does get better. So hopefully people are able to find these safe environments for themselves to be able to improve the quality of life and to get better situations. I hope that people find hope in the story ultimately.

Another relationship of Ian’s that I have to discuss is his relationship with the whole Gallagher family; that was a focus of the series since day one. What was your favorite part of their dynamic and playing off that?

Obviously, the chaos of the family is always really fun to play. We had these scenes that were kind of an amazing balancing act of like 8 or 9 people in a scene, all messing around with these different storylines that are bouncing off of each other, intertwining, and you have this really biting sharp satirical dialogue that all had a very specific rhythm to it and was a sort of flow that was established early in the show that was kind of kept across the entire series; one that was a genuine joy as a performer to play. But I think that specifically the relationship that I’ve always been a fan of and I love from the start, is probably– it’s definitely one of my favorite relationships on the show– was the relationship between Ian and Lip.

There’s not a lot of depictions of brotherhood and intimacy between men that are deeply sensitive, close, and uncomplicated. Those are definitely scenes that I felt very personally moved by, of two brothers who have just had a world of shit, a lot of complicated and messed up things that have been dropped on their heads that they’ve been dealing with for the entirety of their lives, but they’ve sort of made a pact that they were just gonna be there for each other no matter what. If they weren’t there for each other, who knows if they would have survived. I think that there’s something really amazing about those scenes in that they’re just very open with each other, and that’s something that’s established right from the start and was kind of one of those key relationships for the show that survived until the very last episode and that I’m very proud of, cause I do think that those are some of my personal favorite scenes of the show.

Here’s a fun three-part question: most challenging, fun, and insane storyline for you as an actor?

Most challenging would probably have to be… we reached a point in the series around season 8 and they were trying to contextualize the characters in a modern way, put them into new circumstances, but try to retain what the characters were, but they’ve moved a lot from where they originally were. We were at a point where we were getting so many new writers onto the series, and the show I feel struggled for a second, which happens with any series that’s been on for a while. It felt like there was a point where they didn’t know what they wanted to do with Ian. There were a couple of episodes where I was kind of looking at the story and being like, “What are we doing here? It doesn’t really feel like anything is happening with him and we’re kind of floating across these relationships.” I wasn’t sure what we were trying to say, but that being said, that is kind of true to life, to a certain degree, where we do find ourselves sometimes in these ruts where we don’t know what we’re doing with our relationships, our lives, and ourselves. There is a little bit of a struggle there and that is kind of real to a certain degree, and I do think having those episodes make when they started finding the way with the character and relationships again, kind of more satisfying cause he sort of loses his way and he comes back. So it was kind of a challenge, but I think it all worked out ultimately.

Craziest would have to be… so this is one that no one would even know is like a thing really, no one would even think of it as a thing, but the scene in the pilot episode, Lip and Ian jump out of like a window and they run out of a house to escape an angry parent, right? And they’re kind of running in a rush. So they run out in their socks, down the street, and it’s the middle of January in Chicago and the streets are covered in mud, water, and ice. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever felt in my life that I actually thought my feet were going to like fall off. I thought we were going to have to amputate a toe because of frostbite. We did the scene a bunch of times, and because Jeremy and I were young, we were just sort of trying to be tough, just like, “Yeah, whatever, it’s not a problem. We can do this over and over, not a big deal.” Then I definitely learned a lesson of like, when something is a problem, you have to say, it’s a problem.

Most fun… I don’t know if I can distill it to just one scene. I think the most fun was just getting to interact with all of the wildly different personalities of our show, and just kind of get to sit around and hang out with everyone. There were times that we would just be laughing so hard that one of us would start and we just end up crying, laughing. Usually, it was because of Howey cracking jokes or something like that, but it could be just the dumbest to smallest thing, but it’s the kind of thing when you become so comfortable with people, it just starts to happen. Sometimes it was just the downtime and these little small kind of boring or mundane moments that really ended up being some of my favorite experiences.

Did you take anything from the set at all?

I did. So in the final season, there’s a storyline where Frank steals Nighthawks, the Edward Hopper painting, and that was actually done in cooperation with the Art Institute of Chicago and the Edward Hopper estate. They did these really high-resolution prints of it that were then painted over by hand, and they even took pictures of the back and mimicked the way that the canvas wrapped over, the small writing, and everything. It’s a pretty damn good forgery of Nighthawks. So I stole one of those and that’s hanging up in my living room. I also stole one of the mugs cause in the show we’re always having breakfast and drinking coffee, so there are these rooster mugs and I stole one of those.

Since you’re talking to The Nerds of Color, I have to ask you about Star Wars and Gotham. What stood out to you about Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order compared to your other work, and what did it mean to you to join that iconic universe?

I mean, what stood out pretty quickly was that it had a tone all of its own. Star Wars is a very specific tone. It has sort of its own language, pacing, style, and rhythm; there’s something very specific about it, something that I’m a big fan of. I grew up watching the Star Wars movies and that was definitely… you know, anytime that you’re jumping onto something with an active and passionate fanbase it’s going to be slightly intimidating. There’s no way around that. Thankfully, I’ve at this point done enough projects with really passionate fanbases to kind of understand what that entails, which is that there’s going to be a lot of opinions. A lot of people are really excited about things and no matter what, even the smallest things, someone’s going to be very, very angry about it. That comes along with the territory, but that’s kind of fun to a certain degree; it’s fun to hear such minutiae and being examined, and these conversations are ones that are being had on set too.

There’s so much conversation between the Lucasfilm story group, Respawn, and EA, who are the production companies behind the game, and also the cast, directors, and everybody involved are sometimes discussing, “How does a person stand? How does one get onto a speeder bike? What kind of sound does this monster make?” And there’s always a genuine deference and respect to the series. We know how much people care about it. We know because we care about it a lot, and everyone on this project are huge fans of the source material. So that was exciting to be a part of, obviously; I mean, that should go without saying. It’s so freaking cool to be a Jedi and to be the face of this massive franchise, and to be able to not only be a part of a really well-known property and part of this large project but also to be able to tell an interesting and intimate story within it. For as bombastic as all of the action is, and as big as the Star Wars universe is, I feel the story of Cal Kestis and the people that he interacts with is a somewhat smaller one and a more intimate one. It’s ultimately, at least for me, a pretty emotionally resonant one and a story that I actually very much care about and relate to. I think that was probably the most exciting part about it, was being able to within the framework of this big machinery of what Star Wars is, still tell a story that might actually affect people and make them feel things, I think was just really cool.

Could you describe how it felt to take on the role of the Joker?

Exciting, intimidating, an honor, and challenging; it’s a role that I didn’t take lightly. I understood what it was, which is that a lot of the people who were seeing me in the role had never heard of me and didn’t know who I was, and it was a way to prove myself and to show off my take of what I could do with this. It was really cool too with that show that we were getting to do something that had never really been done before with the character, which is to show multiple versions and possibilities of what that character could be, and to kind of tip our hat to some of the famous stories that came before, and then kind of give a unique spin and show off some new things with it as well.

Obviously, that show was heightened to a certain degree and kind of existed in this wacky over-the-top violent, but also slightly cartoony universe that was kind of its own little thing. That was really fun to play around with it and to totally get to do something kind of different with that, something that we hadn’t seen before. But I think it was specifically really intimidating because, at that point of casting when I performed the episode in the first season of that show, no one had played the role since Heath Ledger had posthumously won the Oscar for the role. So the only people who had touched it in live-action had been Jack Nicholson and Heath Ledger, which are just massive, massive shoes to fill and two people that I deeply admired. Again, it’s just sort of a case of respect and wanting to kind of come in, just do my absolute best with the material, and to try to pay a certain level of honor to the people that came before.

Anything you can tease about what you’re going to do next? Any future projects?

Absolutely. It’s always difficult with this stuff because there’s only so much you can say. I can say that I just shot a film that hasn’t been announced yet, but I was out of town shooting it for a while. It’s the starring role in the film, and that will come out to theaters in the near future. I’m also working on another project over the course of the next year that I will be working on and off for. Again, thanks to the joys of NDAs, I can’t actually say what it is. I have a movie that I will be doing in June and then also I’m starting to move a bit behind the camera as well. So I’m working on producing and starring in a feature in August or September. And I’m writing a couple of projects right now as well. So it’s a loaded year for the next year, but it’s all very exciting that’s happening.

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Let Go - Part 2

Reposted from my deleted account. Part 1 Part 3

JJ x Reader

Warnings: Post-Coitus, cursing, slightlyyyyy smutt, like barely

After a few minutes of you and JJ cuddling, the oxytocin in your veins started to fade. JJ shifted a little.

“Hey, I wasn’t thinking earlier ...about the hickeys. Cameron wouldn’t like.... hurt you if he saw them, right?”

Your pause said everything. Rafe didn’t physically harm you on a regular basis. But that’s not to say he hasn’t grabbed your wrist hard enough to leave a bruise once when he was mad and drug you away from the dance floor at a party. And he did punch the wall next to you once when you got in an argument. Slamming car doors was a pretty regular occurrence during heated discussions.

You honestly weren’t sure how he would react if he saw that not only did you cheat on him and another guy left marks on you, but if he found out it was JJ, you knew it wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation that’s for sure.

“Fuck” JJ sighed when you didn’t answer right away, “I fucked up. I wasn’t thinking about what he could do to you when I did it. I’m sorry.” He groaned and started to sit up and ran his hands over his face.

You looked at him pleasantly confused. You and JJ had negged and insulted each other for years. Sure, there was always sexual tension and there had been moments throughout your lives when you weren’t constantly talking shit to each other. But you were still surprised that JJ was so worried about what was gonna happen to you if Rafe saw the hickeys.

“Hey, it’s not your fault.” You said sitting up.

“You literally told me not to leave marks because of Rafe and I didn’t listen because I wanted to piss him off. But I wasn’t thinking about pissing him off so much he might do something to you. It’s totally my fault, Y/N.”

“I just cheated on him, JJ. It's my fault if he's upset. And if he does something, it’s because he’s got issues, not because of you.”

JJ was staring at the marks he left on your neck and chest, looking concerned.

“Share your location with me.” He finally said.

“What?” You asked.

“When are you seeing him again? Tell me before you go and share your location with me.” He repeated.

You looked at him with curiosity. “Why do you care so much?”

“Why do I care if a guy hurts you because I left marks on you after you told me not to? You act like we didn’t just make love, Y/L/N.” JJ laughed a little.

You snorted, “’Make love?’ Really JJ? If that’s making love for you, I’m honestly a little scared to see what kinky rough fucking looks like in your world, but low-key really curious.”

JJ smirked, “You know what I mean.” He said, while you both got dressed.

“So that wasn’t just sex for you?” You asked, embarrassed by the obvious hope in your tone.

“Was it for you? I kind of felt like you and I have always had a little thing for each other. I mean, maybe it was just me. But I thought that’s why we always gave each other a hard time?”

“No, yeah, I always felt that too, I just didn’t realize you did. ...I feel like you understand me more than most people do. ...then again, I’m a pretty stereotypical spoiled rich girl, I guess I’m not that hard to figure out.” You said with a soft laugh, sitting on the side of the bed and looking away. JJ sat down next to you and tucked some hair behind your ear, causing you to look at him.

“I don't think you're as shallow as you think you are. And I kinda wanna find out.” He smiled softly, but then dropped his hand from your face and took a deep sigh. “But I guess... you have a boyfriend.”

An awkward silence filled the air before JJ continued, “Why are you with him anyway? I didn’t want to bring it up, but you know he cheats on you, right?”

“Yeah, I know” you admitted quietly, looking down at your hands.

“So why are you with him?” JJ asked again, angrily this time.

“It just made sense at first. Everyone expected us to be together. And we had fun in the beginning... and then when it wasn’t fun anymore, I just didn’t want to make him mad. It was easier to stay.”

Another palling silence filled the air for a second as you nervously considered your next move.

You bit your lip and looked at JJ and then moved to straddle him and sit on his lap. He looked at you with a surprised and confused expression, but still squeezed your hips a little as you put both hands on the back of his neck. “But now I’m realizing there’s pretty good reason to leave right in front of me.” You said before kissing him softly and he moved his lips against your’s sweetly.

JJ pulled away, “Am I the reason?” He smiled with just utter smugness and you shook your head, “Come on, say I’m the reason!” He said tickling you. “Come on! Say it!”

“Yes! JJ, you’re the reason!” You shouted through giggles. And he stopped.

“Knew it.” He gloated.

“So do you like... like me?” You asked bracing yourself for JJ to tell you he was just messing with you, but hopeful he’d say yes.

JJ laughed a little, “I thought Kooks were supposed to be smart with your fancy private schools and stuff.” You feigned offense and pulled his hair hard enough to pull his head back and he pinched your hips in response before chuckling again, “Yes, Y/N! I like you. I wanna date you. ...and ya know, hopefully fuck you again at some point.” He smirked.

You giggled and blushed. “Good.” You stated before kissing JJ again.

You bit JJ’s bottom lip and rolled your hips down onto his lap causing him to moan. JJ pulled away from you. “As much as I’d love to fuck you again right now. I do have to meet the pogues for something.” JJ said and you pouted. “Can I see you tomorrow night though?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You smiled, “But can it be later? I should end things with Rafe first.”

“I should go with you.” JJ stated.

“What? No. That would be horrible. I’ll just wear clothes that’ll cover everything and make-up and I’ll end it. It’ll be fine.” You said, pretty unconvincingly. JJ looked at you skeptically.

“I don’t even think you believe that. You promise you’ll at least share your location with me and text me before you go?”

You rolled your eyes and JJ pinched your hip hard. You glared at him. “Sorry reflex.” He smiled.

“Yes, I’ll share my location with you.” You said.

“Good.” JJ said before pecking your lips and moving you off his lap. You both stood up and you walked JJ to his truck with all his pool cleaning stuff.

“See you tomorrow, pretty girl” JJ said, rubbing his thumb over your cheek and giving you a sweet kiss.

“Bye JJ” You said when you pulled away from each other.

JJ started getting in his truck, “Don’t forget to-”

“Yes. I know. I’ll text you and share my location” You rolled your eyes.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He asked with a smirk.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You asked defiantly only because you knew he had to go.

JJ shook his head at your audacity, “Ooh girl, you’ll find out tomorrow. Don’t worry.” He said getting in his car.

Kinky little butterflies swarmed your tummy at the thought as you smiled and watched JJ drive away before going back inside.

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[moldisgoodforyou]

so you lied

warnings: angst :///// but with a resolution

wordcount: 2.5k

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After two Princess Diaries movies and three bottles of wine into the night, Rafe, Julia and Allie were sufficiently tipsy - Rafe a little more so. He had insisted on ordering pasta to the girls’ house and Julia kept Sophie updated with several Snapchats, captioning the first with ‘your sugar daddy is my favorite person tonight.’ (Sophie just sent back ‘you’re the worst.’) 

“You guys are fun. I miss Sophie though.” Rafe lamented as the movie ended, taking another sip of wine. He hadn’t paced himself as well as the girls did and was amusingly drunk - Julia’s encouragement and constant refills didn’t help. 

“You’ve told us that three times now, buddy.” Allie grinned. 

“Yeah.” He mumbled. “She’s not gonna be happy with me.” 

Julia sat up, eyebrows raised. “Why? What’d you do?” 

“I did nothing.” Rafe paused. “Well. Maybe I did something by doing nothing.” 

Allie frowned and reached over, kicking at his foot. “Spill.” 

“I spilled?” He looked down at his glass and patted his shirt. Julia laughed, shaking her head. “No, Rafe. Tell us what you did. Or...didn’t do.” 

“Oh.” He took another long drink of wine. “Colin told me not to.” 

“I will take your wine away if you don’t tell us.” Julia threatened, reaching for his glass, and he held it back out of her reach. “No! No, I’ll tell. I’m working with Brooklyn.” 

“Like...your ex, Brooklyn?” Allie clarified. 

“Yeah. She’s at my internship and she sucks. I didn’t tell Sophie she’s there.” He groaned, letting his head flop back against the couch. “Soph’s gonna kill me.” 

Both the girls sat there, processing what he had just shared. 

“I messed up, didn’t I?” 

Julia nodded. “Big time.” 

“You have to tell her, Rafe. Soon as you can.” Allie told him, but grabbed his phone out of his hand when he pulled it out of his pocket. “Not now though. You’re drunk and she’ll think something’s wrong.” 

“Ughhhh.” He grumbled. “Colin said I shouldn’t tell her because I shouldn’t make her stress.” 

“Yeah, Colin’s single for a reason.” Julia quipped, rolling her eyes. “Look, I don’t even know this girl, but I know she’s trouble. She made Sophie cry after that gala you guys went to.” 

He frowned, sitting upright. “She cried?” 

“When she told us the next day, yeah. She was pretty upset.” Julia took his glass and refilled it, ignoring Allie’s elbow to her side. “What happened with her?” 

“Sophie?” 

“No, your ex.” 

“Jules.” Allie chastised, sending Rafe a sympathetic look, but he shook his head. “S’alright. Our dads kinda set us up, and she was easy to be with, at first. Then she got kinda, uh.” He paused, trying to think of the right word. “Controlling? I dunno. One time I told her I had to go meet with some girls for a group project, and she accused me of cheating and told me I was a horrible person, then didn’t talk to me for days until I apologized. Which is kind of messed up.” 

“Shit.” Julia mumbled. “You deserve better than that.” 

“I have better, with Sophie.” He pointed out, then sighed. “She’s really gonna hate me.” 

“She’s not going to hate you, Rafe.” Allie handed him a water bottle, tugging a little to take the wine glass away. 

“It’s easy to hate me.” He told them matter-of-factly, and they both frowned, unsure on how to deal with him in his drunken state. “It’s not, bud, we like you.” Julia countered, then stood and offered her hand. “I think it’s time to go home, don’t you?” 

“No, fuck, I can’t go to Colin’s. I’m sober. Wait. No, I’m not sober.” He accepted her hand and let her tug him up, throwing his arm over her shoulders for support. 

“Jesus. Okay. You can stay in what’s gonna be Sophie’s room, but if you throw up, I’m telling her. Five glasses of wine, Rafe, this is weak.” Julia rolled her eyes and he patted her head affectionately. “You guys are the bestest.” 

Allie followed behind them up the stairs, hands out to catch him if he tripped and fell. Once they got up, Rafe stood in the doorway, swaying a little. “We should call Sophie.” 

“It’s, like, 5am there buddy, she needs to sleep.” Julia insisted, steering him toward the bed that Sophie bought before leaving and had thrown a couple blankets on top. 

“Oh, you’re right. She needs her sleep.” He sighed, curling up on the bed and wrapping a spare blanket around himself. “I miss sleeping with her.” 

“Gross.” Allie muttered, nose wrinkled. 

Rafe shook his head, insistent. “No! No, not like that. But also like that. Both.” 

“Okay. We don’t need to hear it.” Julia laughed and tugged his shoes off for him. Allie set a water bottle on the nightstand. “No calling Sophie, okay?” 

“No calling Sophie.” He repeated, nodding. “Angel needs sleep.” 

Julia pretended to gag. “You two are so cute, it’s disgusting.” 

He yawned, pulling the blanket tighter. “I’ll set you up with James again if you want. Sophie said no but she’s not here to decide so we’re allowed to do whatever we want to do.” 

She laughed, subtly taking a photo of him to send to Sophie. “That’s okay. Sleep tight, Cameron.” 

He merely nodded, closing his eyes. The girls left the room, quietly shutting the door behind them. “We have to tell her, don’t we?” Allie asked, frowning. 

Julia shook her head. “No. He’ll tell her, we’ll just remind him in the morning.” She paused, thinking. “He’s good for her.” 

Allie nodded in agreement. “He is.” 

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The next morning, a very hungover Rafe was sent on his way out the house with a bacon, egg and cheese bagel and a lecture from both the girls. His head was spinning and he felt nauseous, though he wasn’t sure if that was from the wine or anticipation of having to tell his girlfriend he lied. 

“Omitted the truth,” he had tried arguing with Julia, who promptly socked his arm. “No. You lied. Nice try.”

Once he was home in Colin’s parents house, tucked away in his room, he had to give in. Sophie picked up the phone on the third ring like always, a little sweaty and breathless. “Hey, Rafe, can I call you back?” 

“I - uh, can you talk now?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. She frowned, picking up on his stress and flushed cheeks. “Um, yeah, just let me find a spot to sit. Are you okay?” 

He nodded, not wanting to tell her much more. “Are you running?” 

“No, working out in the park.” She flipped the screen to show a gorgeous grassy green park view looking out over the ocean, with clear blue skies. “I was almost done, anyways, you’re saving me from crunches,” she flipped the screen back, grinning. “What’s up?” 

Out with it, Rafe. He told himself in his head, feeling sicker by the second. “So, uh, you know my internship?” He cursed himself internally the second he spoke. Of course she knew about his internship. 

“Yes…?” 

“Right, yeah. So we have this group of interns, and we’re required to do this weekly events, you know. So, yeah, that’s pretty cool, I guess.” 

Sophie frowned. “Rafe, what is up with you? You look like you’re about to throw up, did you really drink that much last night with the girls?” 

He scowled, trying not to think about the alcohol. “No, just. Thought I just probably share that Brooklyn is one of the interns too. My ex,” he added for unnecessary clarification. 

“Oh.” 

That was it? He thought, pleasantly surprised. “Yeah. That’s all, you can finish your workout. Sorry to bug you.” 

“She’s been working with you? Is this new?” Her tone was scarily even, her face showing zero emotion. 

Oh. So maybe he wouldn’t be getting out of it that easy. Rafe swallowed, knowing he was in trouble. “Um, no. She’s been there since week one like me.” 

“So you lied.” 

“No!” He scrambled to come up with an explanation. “I thought - Colin thought - we figured it might be better to not have you worry -”

Her voice turned incredulous, on the verge of breaking. “You thought it would be better to lie and not tell me, rather than openly communicating? Isn’t that exactly what she did to you?” 

Suddenly it all made sense why she’d heard about three things total about the internship he’d been working for nearly a month. 

He felt his stomach drop and a wave of regret wash over him. “I fucked up, Sophie, I’m sorry. I should have told you.” 

She shook her head quickly, not wanting him to see her cry. “I have bad signal. I have to go.” It was a shitty excuse - the picture was crystal clear - but she hung up right away anyways. Never mind him wanting to say a million more words to apologize, him trying to find the words to explain. He tried calling her back immediately, but she rejected the call - twice - and he figured he should just give her space. 

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She called him back at around midnight her time, when he had just gotten home from the store. “Hey, Soph.” He answered with a gentle tone, a little wary. 

“Hey.” She murmured back, equally quiet. “Can we talk?” 

“Should I be worried?” He joked. 

“Rafe.” 

“Sorry.” He immediately apologized. “Not funny. Give me a second to get my things inside and I’ll facetime you?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“Okay. Just a couple minutes, angel, I won’t make you wait long.” He hung up and practically scrambled to get in the house, offering a quick greeting to Colin and his family before locking himself in his room and shoving a towel under the door to soundproof as much as he could, then called her back. “Hi, told you I wouldn’t make you wait.” 

“True to your word.” She mumbled. Her eyes were a little red and puffy, and he could immediately tell she was anxious from the way she chewed on her lip. “Can you just be honest with me, please?” 

“Yeah, anything. What do you want to know?” He frowned, hating seeing her so upset and knowing he was the reason for it. 

“I know you would never do anything, I’m not questioning that. But why did you lie? That hurts, Rafe.” She took a deep breath, willing herself not to cry again. 

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “I thought I would be able to avoid her, and I didn’t want to stress you out when you couldn’t do anything from so far away. I’m sorry. I was wrong.” 

“Yeah.” She agreed. “Are you working closely with her? More than you thought?” 

He grimaced. “Yeah. Not just her, it’s all the interns, but we have a dinner or we go to the bar almost every week. And she kinda, um, goes out of her way to hang around.” 

“Oh.” She murmured. “Has she tried anything?” 

“Meaning…?” 

“I don’t know.” She paused. “I don’t know if I want to know that much, actually. You’re right, I can’t really do anything. She knows we’re still dating though, right?” 

He nodded quickly. “I have a picture of us pinned up on my desk, it’s hard to miss. And I’ve made it clear.” 

“Hm.” She scowled, clearly wrestling with how to deal with the situation. “You promise you’ll tell me if she, like, asks you out or something though, right? 

“Yeah, of course. We’re always at work or work events anyways, so. She’s fairly, uh, limited. I think.” He shrugged. “I won’t let anything happen, okay?” 

“I know,” she nodded. “I just don’t like her being around when I’m not. She hardly held back when I was there at the gala, I don’t even want to know what she’d be like without me there. Are you doing alright, though?” 

“Uh, yeah. It’s fine.” He hedged, not wanting to worry her further. 

“You’ve hardly told me anything about her.” She pointed out. “What happened?” 

Rafe winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Do we have to talk about it?” 

“No, I’m not going to make you, but. I would like to know.” She raised her eyebrows. “I can tell you about my exes if you want?” 

“Soph -” he started, but she rambled on. 

“Or the guy I lost my virginity to? I think he came in like, half a minute, it was sophomore year -”

“Sophie! No, stop, I don’t want to hear it.” He gave her an exasperated smile and she brightened a little, glad she was able to somewhat turn the mood. “Another time, okay? I don’t really want to talk about her anymore. I miss you.” 

She softened, nodding. “I miss you too. I wish you were here already, I feel like everything reminds me of you.” 

“Yeah? Like what?” He settled back against the bed, content. 

“The mangoes at the market, because you always get that mango smoothie in the library when you’re studying with me. And when this guy Mateo, at work, he has the best handwriting and he writes in that same cursive-print hybrid that you do. Oh! And I got you a shirt yesterday but I can’t show you, it’s a surprise.” She reached across her bed to her nightstand, pushing a brown bag out of view. 

He laughed, shaking his head. “Tell me about this Mateo kid. He’s the one that called you Sofia, right?” 

She raised her eyebrows, grinning at his complete lack of effort on an accent. “Sofía.” She corrected. 

“So-fee-a.” He repeated slower. “How do I say, this is my girlfriend?” 

“Um…este es mi novia. Wait, no. Esta? I’m not sure.” She hid a yawn behind her hand. 

“Tell me more?” 

“In Spanish, yeah. I like listening.” He smiled at her yawn. 

“Alright, let’s see. Um…” She trailed off, going into a slightly stilted description of what she did that day, then gave him a proud smile once she finished. “Not bad, right?” 

“Not bad at all! I mean, I have no idea what you said,” he grinned, “But you sound great. Practically a local.” 

“Shut up.” She yawned again and rolled over, pulling her pillow to her chest. “Tell me about your day. Even the boring stuff.” 

“Alright.” Rafe started telling her, keeping his voice low and soothing, and it wasn’t long before he could tell she was half-asleep. “Sophie, baby?” 

“Mm?” She mumbled, squinting one eye open. 

“Go to sleep. I love you.” 

“Love you too.” She murmured, nodding. “You’re my favorite, no matter what.” 

“No matter what.” He echoed, nearly whispering by now. “Miss you.” 

She was already asleep, her ring resting on its chain around her neck and on top of her pillow. He had half a mind to say something and tell her to take it off, but just watched her for a few more moments before hanging up. 

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The Guy

Author’s Note:  Hello my lovelies!  I have to say, I love writing requests and taking part in Challenges.  It helps me sharpen my skills!  But, with the insane way the world is right now, I offered to participate in one... then lost the details.  So, with my sincere appreciation for @lancsnerd​ ,who kindly sent me a reminder about my missing “assignment”, I present the following! Summary/ Prompt:  A quote of “He’s the guy” and my boy, Loki Pairing:  Female Reader x Loki Warnings:  Swearing, Implied Smut, Fluff, Soft Loki

“Are you gonna tell me what I want to know?  Or… do we have to do this the hard way?”  Gravel filled and low, the Winter Soldier had you pinned against the rough brick wall, his metal arm holding your wrists together.

“Ooph!  Bucky!  Get off!”  “Make me, princess!”  

Kicking your legs free, you swung around Bucky, locking him in a bear hug from behind.  Squeezing him with your thighs, your forearms wrapped around his strong neck, “Tap out, Buck!” Wheezing, staggering back, Bucky tried spinning you around but even his metal arm was unable to grab you, “Never!” Applying more pressure to his windpipe, you grunted, “Give me the win!” “No way”, you felt his hard hand grip your thigh, breaking your hold.  Suddenly you were untethered, above your feet was the ceiling of the gym, and then there was no breath in your lungs.  Bucky had managed to flip you over and slam you down onto the waiting mat with reverberating force.  Gasping loudly, you curved up to meet Bucky’s waiting hand, “You alright, doll?”

Shaking your head, sitting up, “That was a dirty trick, Barnes.  I had you and you know it.” “Yea… but you still haven’t answered my question, so I couldn’t let you win.”  Pulling you to your feet easily, Bucky threw his arms around you, his warm hug an easy way to make sure there would be no lasting damage from your sparring session. “Why do you want to know so bad?”  Lowering yourself to the workout bench, forearms resting on your knees, you kept a close watch on your sparring partner. Tossing you a towel, Bucky grabbed both of your water bottles, sitting down on the mat in front of you.  Wiping the sweat away from your forehead, slugging down the cool water, you kicked at the super soldier sitting criss cross applesauce.  Leaning back, resting his weight on his arms stretched behind him, “Because...  I worry about you.  I want to make sure you’re safe… and I want to believe this guy is good enough for you.” Considering his words, you snapped your bottle shut, nodding, “I get it, Bucky.  I really do.  I’m just… not ready to talk about it.” Sensing your hesitation, Bucky patted your knee, “Just know that I’m here when you are ready.  And if he fucks up, I’ll kill him.” Laughing, you stood up with a groan, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind!” At dinner that night, Steve knocked into your shoulder, “Hey kiddo.”

“Hey Stevie!  How are you?” “It’s spaghetti night, what more does a guy need?”  It was an easy exchange, making you chuckle as he loaded a plate high with pasta and sauce before settling himself into the chair next to you. Unfolding a napkin to lay over his trousers, “Bucky told me you’ve met someone?” Flicking your eyes to the Winter Soldier, who all of the sudden was very interested in something Tony was saying, you munched on your garlic bread.  Swallowing thickly and patting your mouth clean, you turned to Steve, “Oh, he did huh?” “Yes… but he says you won’t give up this guy’s name?”  Concern was present on your friend’s face.  While you appreciated Steve's sentiment, it wasn't necessary, not entirely.  You knew what you were doing and you didn't want to be talked out of it, even by your well intentioned friends.

"I don't know why everyone cares so much.  He's a guy… I'm a girl… it's traditional and boring."

Swirling a fork through his saucy plate, lifting those dutiful blue eyes to yours, "So why the secrecy?"

Chewing, thoughtful, you considered Steve's question.  It was valid.  You were quick to acknowledge that, answering, "Um… because we're still in that love bubble.  Ya know?"

Chiming in, Bucky curious now, "Love bubble?  I don't know what that is… what does that mean?  Love bubble?"

"It's that time in a new relationship when… um… it's like…" words failing, you desperately tried to give structure to your argument.

Interrupted by Loki, sulking at the end of the long table, "She doesn't want to share her paramore.  Greedily, she wants to keep the pair in a love bubble.  Separate and safe from any interference.  Unpopped, if you will."

"Is that true? You don't want us to bug you?"  Bucky's eyes widened at the thought.

Shrugging, you dug around for another meatball, "Kinda… Look, it's not that I don't love you, Buck.  Or that I don't trust you, Steve.  It's just… all of you can be a lot to deal with.  And-" looking at the faces of each of your Avenger friends, "-my… guy… I really, really like him.  I don't want to scare him away."

Admitting it out loud, that was taking a lot of your courage but you were being completely honest.  This guy, he was just about perfect and you didn't want to blow that by bringing him around your overprotective people so soon.  Natasha, the group's mama bear, smiled.  "Seems reasonable to me.  Give her some time, fellas… if he's half as great as she says, we'll like him well enough."

Steve, smiling a little in your direction, "I don't know who he is… but it seems like he makes you happy!"

Bucky, over protective, kept hounding you, "When will I get to meet him?"

"Soon, Buck.  I promise." 

"I wonder who it is… this man you care about so much that you're protecting him from us, your dearest friends!"  It was Loki, musing from afar that made the observation, his sharp eyes on you.

"I told you-" It was Tony’s turn to interrupt, loudly calling, “FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark?” “Start a pool.  Five dollar buy in, guesses on who this guy is… whoever has the winning answer gets the kitty!” “Tony!  Not cool!  And, not necessary!  You guys don’t really need to do this!”  But your protests went unheard as chatter erupted and a round of bills were flung on the table. Steve, murmuring to Bucky across the table, “What was that guy at the coffee shop?  Cameron?  Carson?” Snapping his fingers, Bucky answered, “Carlton!”

“He’s my guess, Tony.”  “Shit, Steve.  That’s not fair… but, ok.  Ok, my guess is Matt.  That guy from the pizza place who kept bringing extra chicken fingers for you!  You’d never admit to a date with him!”  Bucky, smug and pleased, sat back content with his detective work.

“Natasha?  Thoughts?”  Tony was typing away, his interface with FRIDAY recording all the back and forth, compiling the list of possible boyfriend candidates. Tapping her lip, Nat watched you, “Hmm… Is it Warren?  The kid from China Star who rode the Kawasaki and always wanted to take you for a ride?”

Clint leaned over you, grabbing a breadstick as he threw down a ten, “I want to put Charles, from the IT department on the list… and Juan, the recycling rep.  Both of those guys follow you around like puppies and I could see you taking pity on at least one of them!” “Nope.  No way!  She went out with Charles once already.  He was the guy who ate her french fries at dinner.  Big No-No!”  “Rhodes, how do you remember that shit?  Fine, not Charles then.  What about Frankie?  The dude from the diner?”  Clint asked the assembled team, looking for someone to back him up.

Mortified, hiding behind your hands, you grimaced.  The list, it kept growing, and you could feel icy eyes of judgement lighting you up from across the room.  You knew you’d have to answer questions later.

Jane, having joined Thor at the table, was getting caught up on your situation.  Conspiring with her Norse God of a boyfriend, she chuckled, slapping a bill on the table with the announcement, “Our money is on Loki.”

Silence overtook the room.  Everybody stared at the small, brunette scientist, evaluating if her suggestion was real or a joke.  A guffaw broke out of you and quickly gathered steam, propelling you directly into a hiccup filled giggle fit.  In a flash everyone joined in, the idea of you and Loki being together was at once so hilarious and unbelievable. It was also diverting enough that the talk of your love life died completely.  Grateful and satisfied, you finished dinner without any other questions, even offering to do the dishes.  While you were scraping remnants into the compost bucket, you felt the room’s temperature drop, noticing that Loki had slid into the room, "Love bubble is it?"

Dropping the plates into the sink, plunging your hands into the soapy water, his strong ones glide over your shoulders, "Yes.  I'm really enjoying our little bubble of love."

“Me too.”  Pressing a small kiss to the curve of your neck, Loki pulled your body close, hugging you tightly from behind.  As Loki was nearly a foot taller than you, it was nothing to tip your head up, his welcome mouth finding yours for a soft kiss.  Curving your back, your bottom rubbed against his pelvis, his desire already rising. “Although, they had a lot of suggestions, my innocent little kitten.  Should I be worried?” Shaking your head, “No.  None of those… meatballs compare with you, Loki.” “Good.  That makes me glad… and I’m pleased to know how coveted you are, my pet.”  Roving hands took the liberty of sliding under the hem of your shirt, fingertips just grazing over your bra covered breasts.

Sighing into Loki’s loving touch, “Not that you were much help!"

"What can I say?  I like seeing you squirm"  his lethal voice purred, warm against your ear.

Pirouetting in his arms, your damp hand brushing back a strand of dark curls, "Jane almost gave us away.” A small smile, almost sad, pulled down Loki’s lips, “Is the idea of you loving me so hilarious?”

“Not to me.”

His head dipped, lowering those pink lips to your own, almost colliding… when laughter, drawing near, broke your moment of connection. Effectively ending your private chat, Thor stomped confidently into the room unaware of the way Loki jumped back as if scalded, or the way your hands trembled at the possibility of discovery.  “Brother!  I need to speak with you!” Flicking his desire filled eyes to yours, Loki smirked, “Of course… to what do I owe the honor?” “I have asked Jane to be my bride!” “Brother!  It’s about time Jane made an honest man out of you!”  Loki, more than a little surprised but genuinely pleased for his sibling, hugged Thor close.  “YAY!  That’s so exciting!  Have you guys picked a date yet?”  Wiping your hands dry, leaning against the sink, you were happy to hear all of Thor's big news. Shaking his blonde head excitedly, “We shall be wed in three months time… and I was hoping that Loki would play for our special day?” 

Loki, blushing a deep rosy pink, “Thor… It’s been years.” 

“So?  What of that, God of Mischief?  You always find a way”, wagging a finger at his dark hued brother, Thor’s teasing grin was sweet. Piling on excuses, trying to gently defer his brother’s marital request, Loki added, “I don’t think I have a suitable instrument.”

That was enough for your mouth to hang open, “Wait… you want Loki to perform?  Like play music?  At your wedding?”  “Of course!  He’s the best chamber musician in Asgard.  Possibly the entire Nine Realms.”  Pride filled Thor’s words at Loki’s accomplishments, something you found impossibly charming, even if you couldn’t quite believe what he said was true.  

“Thor, really… I don't think-" Clapping a broad hand onto his younger brother's shoulder, Thor’s tone changed, “Music from home, Loki. It would mean so much, especially since… Mother and Father-”  

Loki held up a hand, stopping Thor from going further into emotional sincerity, unable to bear the rawness in his brother’s words.  Closing his eyes, agreeing, “Fine.  Ok, I’ll… I’ll do it!’  Loki could sense your watchful eyes on him, curious and questioning, as he gave into his older brother.    

With his easy smile spreading, Thor’s joy pushed the cloud of sadness away, “Our special day will be filled with music!  And flowers!  Jane has a whole… Pinterest board?  I don’t know what that is but she’s filled it with ideas-” spinning around to grab you off your feet, Thor continued, “And you’ll be invited too!  All of the team must come, not just my wayward brother!” Getting swept up in Thor’s passionate excitement, you laughed, offering up more congratulations and promises of attending.  As your toes touched the floor, Thor pulled Loki away, “Jane says you will take Darcy as a date for the ceremony.” Tilting his head, Loki shrugged shyly, speaking loud enough for you to hear, “Uh… actually, I already have a date.” Gripping Loki in a rib smashing hug, Thor squeezed his little brother tightly, “That is marvelous news!  Jane will be so pleased!  So, who’s the lucky girl?” Smiling, you watched them go, happy to see the pair so connected.  You didn’t need to hear Loki’s answer.  You knew who he’d be taking to Thor’s wedding.

That night, as you were toweling dry your cropped hair, a pop of green light signaled the arrival of your secret boyfriend.  He was positively electric, grabbing you by the terry robe covered hips, and kissing you swiftly.  Loki's hands rubbed over the soft fabric on your back until they cradled your smiling face, "Hmm… you smell so clean that it makes me think dirty thoughts."

Giggling, you rose up on your toes, curling your hands into his tangle of dark hair.  You bent his waiting mouth to your own, savoring the sensation of shared breath, as your tongue flicked over Loki's lips, “Dirtier than that?” Nodding, his heated look hungry, “Oh yes.” "How dirty are we talking?", you teased, resting your cheek against Loki's chest.  His rich laugh, rumbling through his core, joined your own.  Pressing his forehead to yours, Loki sighed sweetly, "I missed you…"

"I just saw you at dinner!"

"But it's been too long.  I… I need more."

Turning to hang up your towel, over your shoulder, "More what, my prince?"

"More of you."  Having gained on you while your back was turned, Loki was behind you now, wrapping his long arms around your waist.

Squealing, delighted, "LOKI!  Someone will hear!"

Dropping you quickly on the mattress, Loki shimmied up beside you, toying with the open collar on your robe, "So?"

"So… they'll find you here."

Thoughtfully, Loki’s proud look captured your own, "Maybe I don't care.  Not anymore… Maybe I don't want to keep you and me… us, a secret."

Swallowing hard, your gaze trapped by Loki's earnest expression, "Really?  You're ready to pop the love bubble?"

His fingertips brushed over the thin skin between your breasts, "Yes?  I… I think so.  Are you?"

Biting on your bottom lip, scrutinizing his handsome face, "Loki, I…"

Freezing, his hand stalled, and Loki sat back on his heels.  Looking out your window, shoulders slumping in resignation, "You don't want to tell anyone.  You are ashamed to be with me."

Swiftly sitting up, cupping his face with your hands, crooning, "No, no, no, no, no, no!"

Shrugging away from your touch, "You don't care for me, not like you claim to, if you won't declare your feelings for all to hear."

"Loki!  That's not it at all."  

Letting you tug him closer, Loki's tear filled eyes still refused to meet your own, "Loki… I… I love you.  And… I just don't want to share you.  Not yet, anyway.  That is-" putting your arms around his neck until you were nose to nose with the red-rimmed eyes of an emotional Odinson, "-my only reason for keeping our romance quiet."

Whispering, Loki was too shocked to shake you off, "You… love me?"  His voice wavered, as if the idea of being loved by you had never been a real possibility, as if something impossible was occurring right here and now.

On your knees, sighing, you started pressing tiny kisses along those sharp as knives cheekbones, "Yes.  I am crazy in love with you, Loki Odinson."

Loki had held you tightly before; in the night when terrific dreams haunted his sleep, in the night when he claimed your body for his own.  But this embrace, after telling the dark Prince the truth in your heart, had no equal.  

Still taller than you, even though you were both kneeling, Loki's right arm wove around your waist forcing your hips flush with his own.  His left supported your back, his hand cradling the nape of your neck, helping him kiss you soundly.  It was conquering.  

You were his.  Body and soul.  What's more?  He was yours.

Coming up for air, panting from the work of loving you, "My dove, my dearest one… I love you too."

Shucking your robe was easy and Loki savored the lavender soap scented skin he exposed.  If a spot of you wasn’t kissed, it was licked. If not licked, nipped.  If not nipped, it was caressed.  And Loki was very thorough. When you mewled, weak from forced pleasure, “Loki… please.  Make love to me.” he was eager to comply. “Look at me, darling girl.”  Puffing out your pleasure filled breath, skin dewy with perspiration, you met Loki’s eyes with your own.  Resting his hand over your heart, he lifted your own, letting you feel the pattern of his pulse.  “It beats for you and for you alone.” In the afterglow, laying in Loki’s arms, you stifled another giggle.  Groggy from exertion, Loki opened one eye, “What’s so funny?” “You never told me you play a musical instrument.” “You never asked.”

“Are you any good?”

“You’ll find out when you accompany me to Thor’s wedding.” --- With his heavy cello, Loki took a seat on the edge of the dance floor, taking just a moment to get settled.  A beautifully strange combination of concentration and relaxation mingled over the features you loved so dearly.  Fiddling with strings, taking a moment to tune the instrument, you admired his long, talented fingers as they took their place on the frets. The din of conversation was silenced when the first low note of Loki’s song echoed through the ballroom.  Everyone paused, entranced at the melody weaving its way through the throng of well wishers.  Many were surprised, but not you, not entirely. You knew how long Loki had been preparing for this moment.  It wasn’t all about making Thor’s day special, although, that was surely part of it.  No, he planned to seduce every single person with sound.  Giving all of the attendees a taste of what being loved by Loki was like, he hoped The Avengers would see that he was worthy of you in all ways. Mesmerized, the bow danced over the strings, each note perfectly played.  It wasn’t hard to picture those shapely digits dancing over your skin in the dark of night.  Sending a shiver up your back, you sipped at your champagne, unwilling to take your eyes off of Loki. “I didn’t know he was so talented.”  Bucky, stiff in his tuxedo, sidled up to you with Steve in tow. “Me either.  Look at those fingers fly!” “Guys… hush.”  Shooting a silencing glare their way, you let the music transport you, swaying just a bit at the soothing sound. Too soon, in your opinion, the last lingering note of Loki’s song filled the hall.  Rising swiftly, Loki bowed at the applause, then turned to the happy couple.  Thor hugged his brother close, while Loki kissed Jane’s hand with a gentlemanly air.  Conversations started again, quiet at first, then gaining strength as Loki strode across the room.  Snagging a glass of champagne from a passing tray, his eyes trained on you, Loki accepted accolades as he moved ever closer.  Another server took his empty glass as Loki finally made his way to you.

Scooping you up, Loki spun you slowly in a circle, your gown snapping behind you in an emerald wave of chiffon and lace.  “Loki!  Come on, put me down!” “As my lady commands”, when your mouth passed close enough to his own, Loki kissed you as if you had never kissed before.  You pushed your hands through his dark locks, a hand on each side of his face, “You were amazing, babe.  Just amazing!”

“You really think so?” “Absolutely!”  His arm settled on your waist, keeping you tight to his side, as you were handed another glass of bubbly.

Bucky, leaning against Steve, wore a look of wide eyed shock, “Um.  Loki… what the fuck are you doing?"

"Agent Barnes, do I really need to explain?"

Mouth dropping open, Bucky gaped, "He’s the guy?  Really?  You’re telling me Loki is the guy?” “She’s not telling us, Buck… she’s showing us.”

“But Stevie…?  Loki?  You?  You’re the guy who makes her happy?  The one who she’s been covering for?” Pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, just a touch guilty, “I am.  And, I’m madly in love with her.” “I’m happy Bucky.  Stevie… really.  Loki is… he’s my everything.  I love him, too.”  

As your secret was outed, the group formed a circle around you and Loki.  Questions were shouted, congratulations extolled, Loki was clapped on the back more than once.  Natasha gave you a wink and the "ok", which was really all the approval you needed. 

“So, who won the pool then?”, Clint couldn’t help asking. “Me… and Thor”, the bride stepped right up to Tony with her hand out ready to take the prize money. “No fair!  He’s your brother in law now.  He probably told you!”  Rhodey chimed in, unsatisfied with the final results. Defending her methods, Jane spun in her wedding dress, “No way!  I used my powers of scientific deduction.  I knew she was head over heels for Loki the night we announced our engagement.” Wondering, you looked at Jane, “You did?  How?  I mean, I didn't tell anyone.  We didn't tell anyone ” “You didn't have to!  You two wouldn’t look at each other.  Dead give away.”  Counting her cash, Jane smiled at you. “That may be true, but I promise you this, Odinson… break her heart and I’ll kill you.”  Bucky shook Loki’s hand good naturedly, if a little too long, stopping only when Steve pulled him away. Gazing down at you, adoration evident in his face, Loki husked, “Not to worry, Agent Barnes.  She has my heart you see... and I plan to be her guy as long as she’ll have me.”

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[rina-writes]

Leaked

Summary: When your nudes get leaked by your ex, you worry about how this will change Grayson’s perception of you.

Warnings: Revenge porn/manipulative ex, protective Grayson, fluff (tw marked within story)

The view was blurred as you tried to stop the tears from pouring out of your eyes. You let out another shaky breath, trying to anchor yourself despite feeling a million miles away.  You could barely see the large green palm trees fluttering against the blue sky.  It just looked like waves and shimmers.  The Dolan household was an oasis for you.  A safe place created by the twins themselves when Grayson first invited you over after your third date. When Ethan heard you lived in a studio with a roommate, he jokingly suggested that you move into Grayson’s tiny house. Grayson was half serious when he agreed to it.  You hated to think that the next time you sat in this spot, you would be reminded of your dirt bag ex and the pictures that would ruin your life forever.

You let out a sigh and put down your paint brush.  You were done painting for today, for sure.  Your plan was to paint his backyard and give it to him to put up.  He and Ethan were planning on making an office and you wanted to give him a personal gift.  Your “short break” to look at social media turned into revealing the worst thing that has happened to you in a very long time.  With your creativity dashed and your nerves set ablaze, you decided to focus on the real issue:  how you would tell Grayson.  

Grayson wasn’t exactly innocent.  While he was the type of guy that liked to be in a relationship before being intimate, he had plenty of practice.  You could see his experience in the way his hazel eyes with darken and a smirk tugged on his full pink lips anytime he realized you were in the mood.  Sure, he had rippling abs and cut arms because he wants to be the best version of himself.  However, he would be the first to admit that being able to toss his girlfriend over his shoulder and ravish her with ease was a great perk as well.  

You also knew that Grayson knew that you weren’t innocent either. At the same time, you never sent him any sexy pictures or videos.  The raciest text you sent was probably something like, ‘I wish you were in bed with me.’ It probably never occurred to Grayson that you would be into that kind of thing.

tw: talks about manipulation by ex-partner

To be honest, you don’t know what came over you back then. Sending naked pictures was something everyone knew was risky and dangerous.  Your ex had a way of persuading you to do anything. He pried on your insecurities and desire to be loved, coaxing you into things that made you uncomfortable under the familiar, but sickening logic of “if you loved me, you’d do it.” Then, he would berate you for doing exactly what he said.  You shouldn’t have been surprised that he would one day threaten to post these pictures.  He often told you he would send it to your family or to your coworkers whenever you did something he didn’t like. Sometimes, you were happy he left you for someone else. You knew that he would never let you break up with him and would punish you if you ever managed to get away.

tw end

You were incredibly grateful that you met Gray about a year later.  He showed you what it felt like to be cared for and loved.  He helped you to push past your insecurities and help you find new things to boost your confidence, like painting!  He was always in tune with your emotions. It was good and bad because it meant that sometimes he could sense something wrong before you were ready to tell him. You had a feeling this was going to be one of those issues.

As if right on cue, Grayson knocked on the door of the patio to get your attention. You glanced back to see a sheepish grin on his face.  He had been filming with Ethan all day.  At first, he felt bad for abandoning you on your day off.  You reminded him that you enjoyed your ‘me’ time and would be happy to get some time to paint. You hadn’t told him about your surprise so, you knew he was worried that you were secretly feeling neglected.  You had to shoo him from the pool area multiple times as he kept “forgetting” things he left around you. 

You widened your eyes and blinked a few times to hide your tears.  You smiled widely as he sat next to you. You thought you did a pretty job of looking composed.

“Have you been on Twitter all day?” He teased, gesturing at the phone in your hand as he leaned on your the top of your lawn chair.

“What, why?” You asked, alarmed, immediately clicking the button to lock your already locked phone. 

Your serious expression took him by surprise and Grayson narrowed his eyes.  He held your chin and analyzed your face.  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell that something was wrong.

“Babe, did something happen?” He asked, frowning, his thick brows making his eyes deepen.  “I was just teasing you about not painting…”

“Oh…” You shifted uncomfortably, pulling away from him.  You tried to discretely push your phone under your thigh.  “Sorry, I guess I’m a little jumpy.  You know, work has been tough.  Really needed this vacation.”

“Don’t do this…” Grayson said, slumping his shoulders, letting go of your chin.  “I know you’re lying. I don’t like when you hide things from me.”

“I don’t know…” You let out a shaky breath.  “I don’t know if I can tell you right now.”

He smoothed your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead.  “You can tell me anything, when you’re ready.”  He put his arm around as he sat in the chair next to you.  “I just wish I could help you now.”

The moment your nose met the crook of his neck, the tears started pouring out of you like a river.  He held you tighter, his body hardening as if literally becoming his rock.  He pulled you into his lap and your sobs became uncontrollable the moment your cheek hit his chest. Your tears were soaking his tank top and you were sure it was getting on his bare shoulders as well.  But, Grayson never stopped holding you.  Eventually, you calmed down and just rested your head on his chest.  He rubbed your back and said nothing.  You could hear him breathing deeply as if trying to calm himself down.  He hated seeing you distraught, especially since it was rare.  Like him, you tried to be cheerful around those you love.  So, if you broke down, it had to be something terrible.  

“Promise me that you won’t change how you see me…” You said softly, finally looking at him.

“Nothing would make me do that.”  Grayson said, grabbing your chin and resting his forehead on yours.  He quirked an eyebrow,  “Well maybe not nothing… If you killed Ethan, it would be kinda rough.”

You gave a soft laugh.  You needed that.  You reached over behind Grayson, to the previous chair you were sitting in to grab your phone.  You unlocked it and handed it to him.

His breath hitched as he scrolled to read the email.  You closed your eyes, feeling them stinging with tears again.

The email was filled with multiple pictures of you almost completely naked.  You were usually wearing underwear, but even that didn’t cover much.  Most of them didn’t have your face, but someone could probably tell it was you.

“Is this from your ex?” Grayson practically growled.  You opened your eyes to see his jaw set and his eyes wild. 

“Gray…”

“Is that bastard blackmailing you?!” He yelled.  “What the f*ck... I’ll kill him.”

“Calm down…” You said, resting your hand on his chest. “I don’t want to make him upset. We haven’t come out publicly, but I’m sure he’s sending this because he knows you and I are together.  If we piss him off,  he’ll post these photos and your fans will be retweeting that you’re dating a slut.”

Grayson stared at you in disbelief. He grabbed your shoulders tightly, and your wince made him loosen his grip.  His eyes searched your face for a moment as though his brain was also thinking of the right thing to say.  

“Y/N, I don’t give a flying f*ck right now about what anyone thinks.” His voice was deep and firm.  

You could tell his blood was boiling, but he was trying not to scare you. Let’s face, Angry Grayson was definitely more fun to enjoy when the anger was not targeted at you. He knew that and often tried to be gentler around you. 

Grayson continued to speak, “You have no right to feel ashamed. Everyone has taken photos to feel good about themselves.  You trusted him with this. Now, he is using it to ruin your life because you decided to date someone better? F*ck that guy.  I’ll kill him.  NO, we’ll sue him and then I’ll kill him.”

“Grayson…” You hugged him tightly.  

He hugged you back, cradling you in his arms gently.  “I’m so sorry, baby.” He whispered, his voice become gently again as he nuzzled your hair.  “I’ll call our lawyers at the management company.  They will know what to do.”

“Thank you.”  You choked out, getting emotional again at the sound of lawyers.  How could you be so stupid? How did you let it get to this point?

“We have to work quickly.” Grayson said, standing up still holding you in his arms, your cellphone pressing into your back as he kept a hold of it.  “I worry that if you take too long he will leak a few to scare you.  We gotta loop in E and see if he can help us out too.”

You sniffled.  You forgot that Ethan would know too.  Ethan who viewed you like a sister.  Oh god, would Grayson tell Lisa and Cameron too? Would the entire Dolan family now view you as a scamp?

“I’m so sorry, Gray.”  You apologized again.  “I feel so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be!” Gray said, carrying you into the house.  “You’re beautiful, baby.  I don’t blame you for wanting to show it off.  I just wished I could have met you before that prick.  Then I’d have pretty pictures and one less face to smash in.”

He gave you a grin and despite the deep, gnawing sadness in the pit of your stomach, you managed to smile back. He kissed your forehead and you closed your eyes a few more tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I love you, baby.  I got this. Trust me.”  Grayson said.  “I won’t hurt you like he hurt you.”

You kissed his cheek.  “I know.”  You had always known, but this solidified it.