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slutstarkey · 3 days ago

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rafe cameron x maybank!twin sister reader

a/n: the bday part is loosely based on what we know about s5 so far :D

warnings: plotted murder

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it had been two months since your brother was murdered. murdered in cold blood by his own father, your father. you’ll never get over it and you’d never forget the image of kiara lying over his lifeless, cold body.

his death had come as a shock to you all. he was the glue of the group and he would’ve done anything for you guys. jj was more than a friend. he was everything you could’ve ever asked for in a brother.

you could never seem to shake the feeling of losing him, though. it drove you crazy that he wasn’t here. he was supposed to be here in the outer banks with his best friends living life to the fullest. you put on a good persona. kiara might’ve even been handling this better than you ever could.

you came home to the outer banks to nothing. kiara’s parents opened up their home to the pogues. you never really thought that would ever happen but here you were, living a little bit of the kook life. it was nice, you had to admit.

but no matter how nice things got, you wanted revenge and you knew the perfect person to help you. rafe cameron. rafe had a soft spot for you, for reasons you’d never understand but it worked to your advantage.

you two had been having secret meetings for weeks now, plotting your next move. it was scary and you certainly didn’t like this side of yourself but it was for jj. you’d do anything for him, even if it meant murder.

today was sarah’s birthday. john b had taken her out on the boat so you, kiara, pope, and cleo, could decorate the house and surprise her.

you hung up the final decoration and stood back to admire it. “it’s perfect.” you say, pope and cleo agree.

kiara was in the kitchen mixing up a cake. it was messy but it was the thought that counts. it was a small, red velvet cake covered in pink frosting.

finally, kiara finishes the cake when john b calls, saying he can’t keep sarah entertained any longer. you giggle as you hang up the phone.

minutes go by and footsteps are approaching the front door, “shh, get down!” cleo whisper-yells, motioning us to get in our places.

soon the door opens and in walks sarah and john b, “surprise!” you all shouted, jumping up. sarah gasps, almost falling backwards into john b, “you guys!” she gushes admiring the pink balloons and party decorations.

you rush to give her a big hug, the others following suit. you pull away from the hug, now turning it into a side hug, “happy birthday!” i say, squeezing her hip.

you guide her to the dining table to see her cake. sarah smiles, “made by yours truly!” kiara says, doing a little twirl.

this is the happiest you’ve been in awhile. you finally felt at peace again with the world. and although jj wasn’t here, you knew deep down he was watching with a smile and he was proud of the progress you all have made.

“let’s sing!” john b hollers, pulling out a chair for sarah. she sits down and you pull out your phone to begin recording the birthday girl.

your recording got cut off by a phone call. a phone call from rafe, that is. you quickly slid your phone in your back pocket, in hopes pope and cleo, who were standing beside you, wouldn’t see.

the song finished and you all clapped and cheered for sarah as she blew out her candles. kiara began cutting the cake with john b helping plate the slices.

“guys, i’ll be right back.” you excused yourself outside to return the call. you stood on the porch, phone to your ear and hand on your hip, waiting for rafe to pick up. the phone keeps ringing, “c’mon rafe.” i mumble, and on the final ring he picks up.

“hey, sweetheart.” he says, smirk plastered across his face. “hi.” i say back. “you got plans tonight?” he asks, his voice loud through the phone. “well, it’s your sisters birthday so i’m with her.” you say, teasingly because you knew he forgot. “shit.” he sighs, dragging the i. you chuckle, “what did you want?” you ask. “jus’ wanted to see if you wanted to come over tonight. got us a new bottle of whiskey.” he says and you can hear the shyness is his voice. “yeah, i’ll be over,” you say, just loud enough for rafe to hear, “i’ll see ya then.” i finish and rafe hums in agreement.

you hung up the phone and stood there thinking to yourself. was this wrong? you and rafe had a strange connection that neither of you could quite make out. but whatever this connection was, you didn’t mind it. you felt safe around him, in a sense. after ward passed, rafe changed. rafe took on this new persona of what a man really was.

no one knew about these late night meetings or downed bottles of whiskey and you both would rather keep it that way. the pogues would lose their minds if they knew about this.

you walked back into the house, phone hidden in your pocket. smiling as you enter the dining room, kiara says, “saved you a slice!” motioning to the plate and the seat beside her. you sit beside her and dig in.

a few hours had passed now and you were all sat on the porch with beers in your hands, sarah with a water. you talked and laughed for hours and it felt nice. although, it felt strange to not have jj there cracking jokes every second. but you knew he would’ve loved this, celebrating a special day with his friends.

it was getting late and you just wanted to go see rafe. you shifted in your seat, faking a yawn.

“i’m pretty tired, i think i’m gonna head to bed.” you lie, standing up from the patio chair. “g’night.” they all sleepily mumbled.

“happy birthday, sarah.” i whisper, bending down to wrap the girl in a hug.

with that, you walk inside and into the bedroom kiaras parents so kindly offered you. you slid your sandals on and made your way back downstairs to sneak out the back door. you stopped at the bottom of the steps, looking out at the pogues on the porch. you felt a twinge of regret in the pit of your stomach but you left anyway.

you walked out the back door, tote bag on your shoulder. you made your way down the dimly lit streets to tannyhill. the walk wasn’t long as kiara and sarah grew up just blocks from each other. it was peaceful. walking along the water, seeing all the boats scattered about.

you arrived at tannyhill and went in the way you always do. the back door, because no one, and you mean absolutely no one could know about this. you go upstairs and through the master bedroom, onto the balcony where and you rafe typically met up.

you open the door and rafe turns his head to you, “hey.” he smirks. he begins pouring you a glass of the new whiskey bottle he just bought earlier that day. “hi.” you greet, setting your bag down on the ground next to the couch.

rafe pats the seat next to him in which you gladly take. taking the glass in hand, you take a sip. “mhm,” you hum at the taste, “s’ good.” you wipe a small drop of it off your bottom lip. rafe nods in agreement.

silence overcame the two of you but it was comfortable. you looked out at the water and the palms trees swaying peacefully in the windy night, the moon and stars being the only source of light.

finally, rafe speaks, “i did it.” he says. you shoot your gaze towards rafe, “what?” you question, eyebrows furrowed, because that statement could’ve meant anything when it came to rafe. “i killed him.” he whispers and turns to look you in the eyes.

this is what you two had been planning all along but hearing those words from rafes mouth almost seemed foreign. you don’t know why you were shocked when this was what you wanted.

“are you serious?” you set the glass down, now sitting more upright. rafe chuckles, not an ounce of remorse in his blood, “as serious as it gets, sweetheart.” he knew that nickname won you over everytime he used it.

you stood up, your head starting to feel hazy. you walk over to the balcony railing and lean against it. rafe follows you, placing his hand on the small of your back, “hey, hey, this is what you wanted, right? he asks, reassuringly. you turn to face him, rafe’s hand now sliding to your hip. “yeah, i mean, it is,” you shrug, “just thought we were doing it together.” you say, looking deep into his eyes. rafe stands still, confused.

“i just, i can’t lose you, rafe.” you feel tears forming in your eyes, threatening to spill. his facial expression softened. he knew you already lost the one person in your life you could go to about anything and you didn’t want him to be the next.

rafe was your comfort person in the sense that you could tell him your deepest and darkest thoughts or secrets and you’d never feel judged because nine times out of ten, he had already done worse.

you had never let your guard down like that in front of rafe. you never let him know just how much you actually cared for him so you standing here in front of him, tears staining your cheeks, came as a shock to him.

rafe finally realized what was happening and wrapped you up in his arms. you fell right into his chest, your tears now staining his shirt. his chin was rest upon your head, thumb caressing your shoulder.

“i’m not going anywhere.” he whispers, sending chills down your spine. you felt the built up tension slowly go away and you melted into him.

a loud clap of thunder echoed through the air causing you to jump. rafes grip on your waist tightens. this feeling you felt form in the pit of your stomach was new and unfamiliar. he looked more handsome then ever with the way the moonlight was reflecting off his skin and the way his polo shirt hugged his biceps just right.

you two stood there, fixated on one another, faces inches apart. you were so close that you could feel each others breath against your skin.

without anymore hesitation, you closed the space between you. it felt magical and warm. it was the kind of kiss that made time stop. nothing moved but the two of you. you kissed him like you’d never get another chance to. rafe’s hand made its way to your neck, thumb caressing your collarbone. you sigh against his lips and pull away, breathless. he longs for more, following your lips, placing one more peck to them. you smile.

“rafe,” you place your hands upon his chest, “yeah?” he smirks, squeezing your hips and pulling you flush against him. “kiss me again.” you look at him through your eyelashes. he leans down, pressing his lips against yours. your lips moved in synchronicity as he kissed you like you’d always hoped he would. your hands roamed all over each others bodies, taking in every inch of each other. rafe groans into the kiss, pulling you closer as if that was even possible.

pulling away for air, forehead rested against his, “i love you.” you breath out, bottom lips touching. rafe plants another kiss to your lips, you hum against his lips, “i love you, too.” he says, thumb caressing your cheek.

you melted under his touch, leaning into his palm. he places a kiss on your forehead, pulling you into a hug, chin rested upon your head.

you wrapped your arms tightly around him, sighing contently.

all the times you felt guilty and selfish for spending late nights with rafe, suddenly you didn’t feel too bad about it all. this what you needed. standing here, wrapped in his arms was a sign that there’s always light at the end of the tunnel. he was your person.

“you know we have to keep this between us, right?” you say, looking up at him.

“just between us.”

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