#oc x kelce

[rafecameronssl4t]

hey! could u do a rafe x reader with kinda the grumpy and sunshine/ mean to everyone but me trope? like the reader is super girly and a total sweetheart like wouldn’t hurt a fly and no one expected rafe to be able to pull her? maybe like other guys have made moves on her but for some reason she only wants him

Untouchable || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: THANK U FOR THE REQUEST!!!!! (the gif above is what I envision Rafe's appearance to be in this fic)

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1,178

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"Oh look, Rafe's here," Chelsea leans in to whisper to all of you girls. All heads turn to where she is subtly pointing. Rafe Cameron, with his buzzed hair and brooding expression, strides through the country club, his presence commanding attention.

You can't help but notice how your friends’ eyes widen, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Kaycee sighs, shaking her head. "It's such a shame he's so grumpy and mean all the time. He's good-looking, but that attitude just ruins everything."

A few of the girls agree with her words, their eyes still on Rafe. You're about to respond when you catch Rafe’s gaze from across the club. His intense blue eyes lock onto yours, and to your surprise, he starts walking toward your table. Your friends' chatter fades into the background as he approaches, and you can feel the tension rising.

"Guys?" Kaycee whisper yells, her eyes darting nervously between you and Rafe. Before you can answer, Rafe is standing beside you. Without a word, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close.

Your friends silently watch as he plants a soft kiss on your lips. The world seems to pause for a moment, the only sound your heart pounding in your chest. When he finally pulls away, he gives you a smile that’s reserved just for you. "Hey, babe," he says, his voice low and intimate. You smile back, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Hey, Rafe."

Your friends are staring, their mouths open in shock. Kaycee looks like she might faint, and Chelsea's eyes are so wide they might pop out of her head. You can practically hear their thoughts racing. "Hi ladies," Rafe nods his head to your friends as they all stumble across a response.

Rafe chuckles, clearly enjoying the reaction. "I'll see you later yeah?" he murmurs as you hum in response, giving you one last squeeze before heading to his own table. As he walks away, your friends erupt into a flurry of whispers and exclamations. "Are you serious?" Lily asks, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. "You and Rafe Cameron?"

You shrug, attempting to play it cool but failing miserably. "Yeah, we've been seeing each other for a while now." Kaycee shakes her head, still in shock. "I can't believe you didn't tell us! All this time, we thought you were just committed to your single streak."

Jada's eyes practically sparkle with excitement. "Not gonna lie, I've been rooting for you two since our days at Kook Academy." You laugh. Across the club, you see Rafe sitting with his friends, who are equally stunned by what they just saw. They keep glancing over at you, clearly trying to piece together how their friend who was notorious for not doing relationships end up with you.

Rafe catches your eye and gives you a wink, his usual grumpiness replaced with a rare, genuine smile as you smile back.

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As Rafe walks away from your table, the whispers and gasps of your friends gradually fade into the background. You watch him stride confidently across the pool area, his usual brooding expression softened by a small, private smile. He reaches his table, where his friends are already in various states of shock and confusion.

Kelce is the first to speak, his voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity. "Dude, what was that?" He leans forward, his eyes wide with surprise. "You're telling me you bagged Y/n Y/l/n?"

Rafe drops into his seat and picks up his drink, taking a long sip before answering. "Yeah, we’ve been together for a while now." His tone is casual, but you can see the satisfaction in his eyes as he lets the news sink in.

Topper, who has been silent until now, finally finds his voice. "How the hell did that happen?" he asks, still staring at Rafe as if he's grown a second head. "She’s turned down just about everyone on this island who’s tried, and that includes me!"

Rafe chuckles, clearly enjoying the attention. "That's just cause you guys aren't me" he says with a cocky smirk. "Or maybe I just didn’t give up." The table falls silent for a moment as his friends process this new information. Then, one by one, they start to bombard him with questions.

"How long have you been seeing her?" asks Kelce, still trying to wrap his head around the idea. "Why didn’t you tell us?" adds Topper, his tone a mix of hurt and curiosity. "And how did you even get her to go out with you?" another friend chimes in.

Rafe leans back in his chair, his demeanor relaxed and confident. "We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months now," he begins, glancing over at you with a soft smile. "I didn’t tell you guys because we wanted to keep it private. Didn’t want everyone in our business, you know?"

Topper raises an eyebrow. "And how did you manage to win her over? She’s not exactly known for giving people a chance." Rafe laughs, a deep, genuine sound that surprises even himself. "Honestly, it wasn’t that hard," he admits with a grin.

"I had my eyes on her for a while. She’s smart and doesn’t put up with any bullshit. 'S what I like about her." He glances over at you again, mesmerised by how radiant you looked, giggling at something your friend said.

His friends exchange looks, a mix of admiration and incredulity on their faces. It’s clear they’re seeing a side of Rafe they never knew existed. "Wow, man," says Kelce, shaking his head with a grin. "I never thought I’d see the day when Rafe Cameron is all soft and in love." Rafe playfully rolls his eyes, "You guys are idiots."

Topper claps Rafe on the shoulder, a wide grin on his face. "Good for you, dude. Seriously. If anyone can handle your grumpy ass, it’s her." Rafe laughs again, the sound blending into the ambient noise of the country club. He glances back over at you, catching your eye once more. You smile at him, a warmth spreading through your chest as you see the genuine happiness in his eyes.

[lecsainz]

Hi can you please do one about the Travis and Taylor rumours going around. Maybe like your Taylor’s sister dating Travis secretly for awhile now and your pregnant. And like the Taylor concert he went to he was like there with you and the football that Taylor went to she was like there with you. And it all comes out that he’s with you and not Taylor and they find out your pregnant and all and are so shocked and didn’t see it coming. Like if that makes sense 🙂

EVERYONE WAS WRONG

parings: travis kelce + swift!reader

author 🗒️’s: I missed writing smau 😭

summary: where you are taylor swift sister and there’s something with travis but everyone thinks he and taylor are dating.

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ynswift can I say I'm cheating on the eagles?

tag: @/taylorswift @/chiefs

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taylorswift still can't believe you made me come to this game

⤷ ynswift didn't force you at all!

user6 love seeing the swift sisters together

killatrav It was nice meeting you, y/n

⤷ ynswift likewise, kelce

⤷ killatrav hope to see you girls at the next game

⤷ ynswift I need to check my schedule

user1 y/n being the cupid of tayvis

user Is it confirmed that taylor and travis are together???

⤷ user4 I think so

user2 she it's me in life: the friend who always couples people up

user5 andrea, please adopt me to be their sister!

⤷ ynswift mom said she'd adopt!

⤷ user5 OH MY GOD

philadelphiaeagles no comments

⤷ ynswift I swear we still loyal to your team

user7 I want a tayvis photo, make it happen y/n!

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Y/N and Travis had met during a The Eras concert, what seemed like a normal show turned into something entirely different. Y/N didn't expect it until she literally ran into this 6'5'' tall man. He was so much taller than her that she couldn't help but feel incredibly drawn to the unknown man, so much so that she forgot how to speak when he asked if she was okay.

Travis found the blonde girl utterly charming and just had to ask for her number. However, instead of getting her number, he received a polite but firm "no." That piqued the curiosity of the Kansas City Chiefs' tight end. With determination, he approached one of the security guards to inquire about the mysterious blonde girl. After a bit of investigating, he finally discovered that she was Y/N Swift, the younger sister of the famous Taylor Swift.

Travis couldn't help but be intrigued by this revelation. He felt compelled to get to know Y/N better, despite the initial rejection. It took him over a week to gather the courage to send her a direct message. When he did, he invited her to an Eagles game, which he later learned was the Swift family's favorite team, and having her older brother on the team made it easier to secure a private suite for their date.

As the two of them spent more time together, a genuine connection began to form. Y/N was captivated by Travis's charisma and his down-to-earth personality, something she hadn't experienced with anyone in a long time. Travis, on the other hand, was smitten with Y/N's intelligence, warmth, and her unique ability to make him forget about the pressures of the football field.

One date led to another, and before they knew it, they were deeply involved in a relationship that neither had anticipated. Their connection was electric, and they couldn't get enough of each other's company.

As the days turned into weeks and then into months, Y/N and Travis's bond grew stronger. They had shared dreams, inside jokes, and an unspoken understanding that went beyond the public eye. But their connection was shrouded in secrecy, as Y/N didn't want to overshadow her sister's fame and success.

Despite their efforts to keep things private, the media eventually caught wind of their relationship. Reports began to circulate, with speculations of a romance between Travis and Taylor Swift, not Y/N. The rumors hurt Y/N, as it seemed like her own life would always be overshadowed by her sister's immense fame.

Little did she know that amidst the media frenzy and the complications of their secret relationship, she would find herself facing an unexpected twist of fate – she was pregnant with Travis's child.

As days turned into weeks, Y/N couldn't keep the secret any longer. She knew she needed to tell Travis about the life-changing news, despite the fear and uncertainty that loomed over her. She had never been in a situation like this before.

One evening, she decided it was time to confide in Travis. With her heart pounding, she went to his house, her mind filled with thoughts of how he might react. Would he be overwhelmed? Would he want to be a part of this?

Travis opened the door and smiled warmly at her, inviting her in. Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to talk to you about, something important."

Travis's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. "What's going on, Y/N? You look serious."

Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to tell you. It's not easy, and we didn't plan for this, but..." She paused, her eyes glistening with emotion, "I'm pregnant."

For a few seconds, there was silence. Travis processed the information, and his eyes filled with a mix of emotions, but he didn't look away from Y/N. Then, a gentle smile crossed his face. "Y/N, are you serious? We're going to be parents?"

Y/N nodded with a soft smile. "Yes, Travis. I'm pregnant."

Travis leaned in closer, his face filled with emotion. "That's incredible! I can't believe it. I'm going to be a dad."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she saw his genuine excitement. "I'm so glad you're happy, Travis. I was worried about how you'd react."

Travis took her hands in his and looked deeply into her eyes. "Y/N, I couldn't be happier. This is a beautiful surprise, and I'm looking forward to this journey with you. We'll figure everything out together."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. She couldn't believe how supportive Travis was being. "Travis, you have no idea how much this means to me. I was so afraid to tell you."

Travis took her hand and said, "Y/N, I care about you more than I can express. In fact, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now." He got down on one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears of joy as she nodded and replied, "Yes, Travis, a thousand times, yes."

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taylorswift so happy for you both 🤍 and travis you better take good care of my little sister!

austinkingsleyswift congrats sis!

jason.kelce finally, you guys announced it! I couldn't stand not being able to talk about it anymore. congratulations lovebirds!

chiefs welcome to chiefs family y/n!

donnakelce I'm so happy to have you in the family now y/n! 💕

[delayeddrabbles]

high alert - college gf! + frat!rafe

plot: they've just hooked up for the first time (see when in rome) and rafe is freaking out. kelce talks him down. topper is wholly unhelpful. No content warnings. Short and sweet.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Outer banks x RJ social media au

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Mistakes Made

Travis Kelce x OC

I've gone to stay with Jason and the girls. When you've decided you're ready to talk, you know where to find me.

Those words weren't the first thing to trigger Travis to the fact that he had fucked up.

The first was when he had left without a response on Friday, but he had assumed she would reach out and they would fix things.

The second was the night before the game. There was no facetime, no call, nothing to soothe the amount he was missing her.

The third was when he only got a single text from her during the week he was gone, on Sunday just before the game, and it was only five words. Good luck, I love you.

He had realized immediately how badly he had fucked up. But not for a moment did he want to recognize that.

"You are the biggest asshat I have ever had the displeasure of knowing."

"Jason-"

"Who do you think you are showing up at my front door?" It's Kylie this time, still wiping her hands on a towel from the kitchen but her expression is anything but the image of kind housewife that the rest of her is portraying. "After what you did to Dorthy, you have the audacity to show your face?"

"Ky," Is all he can manage to mumble, every ounce of exhaustion clear in his whole body. "I'm here to fix things, not to fight with you or Jason."

"You shouldn't have left yourself with something to apologize for Trav," Jason is the one to offer as advice, letting him into the entry. "Thea showed up to the house sobbing with an overnight bag on Friday and Ky couldn't even get the reason for your fight out of her until yesterday."

"I fucked up, I know that."

"Your girlfriend told you she was pregnant with your child and you walked out of the house without a word. You more than fucked up Travis," Kylie corrects, the end of her scolding being punctuated with soft giggles from another room.

"What are the girls doing up so late?" Travis asks, knowing the sound of his nieces giggles by heart. "I thought they had a bedtime of 8:30?"

"Dorthy and the girls are making your mom's cookie recipe," Kylie answers, moving her body out of his path to the kitchen, the three adults entering to a sight that would bring smiles to anyones face.

But the sight only made Travis want to cry.

Because there was the love of his life, wearing his sweatshirt with his middle niece on her hip, the new tightness of the sweatshirt and little girl's leg accentuating the woman's baby bump.

How far along did she say she was again?

His oldest niece is beside them on a stool, scooping the cookie batter onto the pan of they all dance around to music.

It's so domestic, and it's something that he and she will have in their futures. If he can fix this.

"Wyatt, Elliotte, come with me to get ready for bed and Auntie will put the cookies in the oven. Daddy and I will even let you come back down to have cookies with Auntie and Uncle when they're done," Kylie promises, the little girls being helped down and hugging their aunts legs, doing the same to their uncles' on the way out of the room, chasing each other up the stairs.

"Jas, come on, give the two a minute," Kylie instructs, tugging on my brother-in-law's arms, a soft smile being shot my way as they leave the room.

And now it's just Trav and I, the man who's presence I hadn't noticed until Ky took the kids.

"Hi," Is the only greeting I can manage, tucking the cookies into the oven for the girls before wrapping my arms around myself.

"How did I not notice this before?" He asks in a response, feet carrying him in long strides over to me. His eyes are trained on my stomach the entire time, until his eyes catch mine, "May I?"

"Trav, you've touched everywhere on my body, I don't know why you're asking now," I mumble, but this just seems to insult him.

"We haven't talked in a week Baby, I don't deserve to touch you, prior or not," He whispers, and I can feel the tears coming to my eyes.

"You can," I approve, his hands meeting my stomach, rounding over his sweatshirt to see the true size of the bump.

"How have I not noticed you were growing our little bean in there?" His tears slipping down his face. "I'm so sorry for walking out. I didn't know how to process the information, but that was no excuse to just walk out. I should have celebrated you, I should have celebrated our baby. And instead I walk out for a fucking football game." He scoffs.

I hate that he's crying. Argument or not. He's apologizing and I just hate that he's upset.

Taking the pads of my thumbs, I rub the tears from his eyes, taking his hands from my sides and into my own.

"Actually, she's about the size of an artichoke these days," I correct, chuckling lightly in an attempt to soften the sadness. "And it's ok. I mean, it's not, it really tore me apart thinking you didn't want our baby, but I should have told you sooner. Just with practice and games and -"

"You're not allowed to apologize when I'm the one who did wrong, Baby," He interrupts, a bright smile breaking out on his lips as he pulls me closer to his body by my hips. "So we're having a little girl?"

"I'm convinced your family can't result in boys," Kylie's voice chimes from the doorway, her and Jason standing wrapped in each other's arms. "I mean, this is four for four on kids that is going to be a girl."

"Speaking of," Travis starts, looking between all of us, "Do the girls know?"

"We're having a baby cousin!!" Wy cheers, bursting into the room with Elliott hot on her tail.

"Does this whole family just eaves drop and bust in?" I can't help but question, because this is just wild.

"We do, you should be used to this Kid," Jason confirms, Wyatt and Elliott joining Trav and I in a little hug.

"You girls know about your little cousin?" Trav asks, smiling as he crouches next to the two.

Ellie just nods, but it's her sister who answers.

"Yeah, Daddy said it will make Grammy love you more."

"That's it, I'm calling Mom!"

[fanaticfangirl001]

Would anyone like a Travis Kelce x Oc.

The Oc is nerdy artist and youtuber.

She's well traveled due to her job.

Introverted.

And she used to a guy on the New York Jets. So she's kind of team hopping. He dumped her.

(Idk if there's been a WAG that has exs on different teams but I want the drama)

[oxpogues4lifexo]

Keeping up with the Camerons

There’s five of them (1 girl 4 boys) and they’re all idiots keep that in mind 🥰🫶🏻

Any recs let me know (I’m really bad at this stuff if you couldn’t tell) just remember they’re all weirdos with no self awareness 😘

[lilibookverse]

Golden, The Royal Merchant Hunt (on Wattpad - @lilibookverse) 

OBX, paradise on earth... It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses: two tribes, one island. When Camilla Laurent, Kook princess, comes back on the island of her childhood, she is not ready for what awaits her... She will have to pick up the pieces of the messes she caused and figure out who to trust in a world full of sharks. Between beers and glitters, huge parties and fancy cocktails, choosing a side might have never been harder.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/371744618-golden-the-royal-merchant-hunt?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=LiliBookVerse 

[coolprettyleo]

the jokes weren't funny. - connor bedard ☆

wc: 627

tw: filming, drama, sadness, mean comments

ryan leonard x ex oc

connor bedard x oc

death by a thousand cuts au

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frankie hughes felt like she couldn't catch a break for the life of her.

no matter how many times the girl thought her life was finally getting better, it only seemed to turn around and smack her right back down.

she sat in the las Vegas hotel room in tears as she read through the comments about the latest TMZ article that, of course, had to do with her.

someone had filmed her and connor outside the bar last night as they waited for their Uber, and the video was quite interesting, to say the least.

it started off with the two of them drunkenly dancing around from the muffled bar music, obviously intoxicated, which seemed to cause a stir amongst the media, seeing as they were both underage and were supposed to be 'role models'. it only got worse because the two young adults seemed to forget they were in public and made out with each other against the wall a little later on into the video.

the comments were brutal, and she couldn't help but think she deserved every single one.

what happened to her and ryan? they were so cute.

omg she's cheating

puck bunny at its finest

leonards too good for her anyways

why do i ship

maybe it wouldn't have been such a big deal, but people still believed she was with ryan. they hadn't given anyone to believe they were over, they hadn't unfollowed each other or removed the pictures of each other from their social media, so it was understandable why the world thought she was a cheater.

she had definitely felt like one. her heart still belonged to ryan, but she was sure he would want nothing to do with her once he caught sight of the video.

she felt completely helpless, so she resorted to doing nothing but curl up into a ball and cry. wondering why the hell she was the way she was.

she was cut off from wallowing in self-pity when her manager, darcy, called. knowing it was going to be nothing but a scolding, she answered because she most likely had a solution.

"hello?" she answered a bit timidly.

"hello. I'm assuming you've seen the video, and I'm calling to tell you it's going to be fine. you were bound to have a scandal at some point; I'm just happy it isn't rehab yet. anyways, we have two choices, we can put out a statement on your behalf, or you unfollow and remove every picture of ryan from your feed," darcy rushed out.

"I don't- I don't want to do that," frankie said, feeling tears begin to sting her eyes. she felt like that would make the breakup so much more real, and she knew she wasn't ready to do that yet.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice, honey. you're still on the rise, and a big scandal this early into your career won't go well. it's better to put out the fire before it gets bigger," darcy explained to her.

"I just feel like it will blow over if we, like, let it," Frankie said.

"it wouldn't just blow over! unless..." darcy thought as frankie waited. anything would sound better to her at this point.

"i mean, i would have to get in contact with his team, but I'm sure they'd be on board. the internet loves a good crossover, just look at taylor swift and travis kelce-"

"what?" frankie asked, confused as to who or what she was saying.

"we could make the public think you and ryan have been separated for a while now," she said

"and how would we do that?" frankie asked, scared to hear the answer.

"you get into a pr relationship with connor bedard, of course!"

[islandheartprincess]

littlepogue!reader 🤎🌻 🌿

summary: reader decided to go to a kook party with her friends, unknowing of the drama she will be troubled with.

pairing: littlepogue!reader x pogues (platonic)

c!w: cussing, angsty? but fluff at the end, topper being a drunk dick

a/n: i literally can't decide what pov to write, if i should write like third person idek man

WAIT! check my littlepogue!OC vivianne Keller's introduction and moodboard first!

you breathed in the cool air of the chateau, surrounded by your best friends chattering and laughing over the smell of beer. “yo viv!” JJ called from the couch next to you, turning your head towards him. “you still coming with us to the party tonight, or ya staying here?” he asked you. “jayj what kinda question even is that!? course I’m coming” you said back confidently. “wow, little pogue, since when were you a party girl? who would’ve known!”, John B said next to you, wrapping his arm around you while the pogues chuckled. “since ever, it’s in my kook blood anyways.” joking back with him. JJ laughed, “just to let you know it’s at some kook dudes place, we’re definitely gonna be loved over there”

fumbling with your rings at the party, you turned your head to look up at the pogues “gonna go look for some water guys, be right back,” telling them as you walked away from the group.

finding a cooler, your hands rummaged through to find anything other than beer until you heard a voice from above you. “whatcha looking for gorgeous?” looking up, your eyes met topper thortons.

“water.” you said back straight faced, looking back to the cooler in an attempt to brush him off, but he continued. “pfft, boring. you could just, uhh dknow, shotgun a beer with me?” you stood up to meet his eyes.

“not interested bud.” turning away from him before you felt a hand on your wrist. “hey, hey, hey, fuck are you so uptight for?” topper snarkily said. “get your fucking hands off me topper.” although you stood your ground, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared of what the drunk teenager in front of you was about to do. “y-you fucking dirty pogue, so fucking full of yourself! nobody wants your fucking ugly ass dirty pussy anyways you SLUT!” he shouted loudly in your face, making everyone around you turn their heads toward you. you felt your throat close up, as your heart started rapidly beating.

you felt someone brush past you quickly and suddenly you look up to see JJ throwing a heavy punch into toppers face, rafe and kelce quickly making their way through the crowd, but not making it close to JJ before John B and Pope quickly start fighting them. kiara quickly comes up behind you to pull you away from them while you shouted on deaf ears for them to stop. she pulled you to the Twinkie, followed by the three boys scrambling into the van. before you all get into the car, you hear a shout, “get you and your dirty girlfriend the fuck off figure 8!”

everyone in the Twinkie was out of breath before they let out a short chuckle. “are you okay vee?? wtf happened?!” Kiara said, wrapping her arms around you. “holy shit…. topper happened” you said, in a jokingly way. “I’m so sorry, guys, this is my fault, are you three ok??” speaking towards, pope, JJ, and John B. “hell yeah we’re okay, as long as you are” John B responded. “okay… maybe im not a party girl anymore.” getting a chuckle out of everyone, before you drove off.

maybe party wasn’t in the kook blood of little vee keller…..

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[cleoluvrr]

Smarty II (Rafe Cameron x OC)

SYNOPSIS: smart girl isn’t as smart as rafe cameron.

WARNINGS: mature content; dark!rafe, toxic relationship, domestic violence, verbal abuse, blackmail, jealousy, general violence, manipulative behavior, explicit language, substance abuse & addiction, use of guns, mentions of past crimes, obsession, controlling behavior, pouge!oc

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I remember the first time Rafe Cameron hit me.

It was a couple days after my eighteenth birthday, the two of us alone at Tannyhill. I hadn’t spoken to him in those days out of irritation, the memory of my birthday ending in disaster haunting me every time I closed my eyes.

Rafe threw me a big party at one of his father’s empty properties, the unused house filled with teens and young adults, drinking and singing along to music of my choosing. There was a table stacked with gifts from both friends and strangers alike, the phrase “happy birthday” was imprinted into my mind from the countless times I heard it that night.

I wore a pretty, pink dress–one that Rafe bought me specifically for that day. He told me I looked like a princess, and that was all the convincing I needed to put it on.

Rafe was supposed to drive me home that night after the party died down. He was supposed to kiss me sweetly on my doorstep before I went inside and tell me how beautiful I am.

Instead, he drove us deep into the Cut, claiming that he needed to run a quick errand before he dropped me off. I already knew where we were going–he had taken me plenty of times before–and it annoyed me greatly.

He was already high enough, his blown out pupils and constant sniffing the only evidence I needed to know. The fact that his priority was going to his drug dealer’s house made me upset, and I let him know that.

Rafe was irrational when he was high, but I didn’t think he would kick me out of his car and leave me stranded at the house of the guy that supplied his blow. 

It was dark out, the moon high in the sky as the night stretched on. All of my friends were drunk off their ass, my parents were asleep, and there were no car services running in that area at two in the morning. My boyfriend was long gone and despite the offer, I refused to get in a car with the man that sold drugs to teenagers for a living.

It was a relief when Kelce pulled up to me on the side of the road that night. I don’t remember how long I had been walking, but I do remember how grateful I was.

I also remember how much I wished I just kept walking home instead.

“Go away, Rafe! You’re scaring me!” I yelled from behind the door. The wood vibrated against my back as the man on the other side beat against it with his fist, my heart jumping every time it connected with the surface I pressed myself against.

“Open this fucking door!” Rafe’s voice was loud and angry even through the thick wood of the old house. 

My heart nearly jumped out of my body when he shook the doorknob with a terrifying strength, the entire frame shaking violently as he pulled against it with what I’m sure is his entire body weight. My hand flew to my mouth to keep the fearful yelp from escaping my lips after I felt the force of his foot kicking against the door.

I felt like I was in a horror movie–like I was Wendy and Rafe was Jack. I could feel the eyes of the audience watching in horror as I hid in a room with my boyfriend on the other side out for my blood. 

The sound of the door frame splintering drew a scream out of me, one that I couldn’t hide as I flung myself off the door. There was nowhere I could hide from the blonde on the other side, the room bare of any hiding spots other than the long table in the center. I ran to the part of the room farthest from the door, eager to put as much distance between the pulsating door and I as possible.

I watched in horror as the door flew open a few yards away, the wood by the handle splintering as Rafe’s foot made contact. 

“Rafe, please!” I squeaked out when he caught my eye. The fuming nineteen-year-old ignores my pleads, long legs making record time as the long strides carry him to me. “Please! Just–just calm down!”

I moved around the table, nearly stumbling over my own feet as I held my arms out in defense against Rafe who was fast approaching. 

“You’re dead.” Rafe grits through his teeth. His finger raises to point at me as an aid to emphasize his point, the other hand shoving the chairs I moved to block his path back under the table carelessly. “You hear me? You’re fucking dead!”

Spotting the open door just a few feet away, I take a final glance at the man before making an attempt to bolt for it.

I knew I wasn’t fast enough–the move was quite predictable and I‘m sure Rafe saw it coming from a mile away. I barely took four steps towards the frame before I felt his fingers grip the back of my shirt, the movement jerking me backwards and right into Rafe’s arms.

I felt my body hit the wall shortly after, the hard surface colliding with my body leaving a sharp pain in my side and arm as I’m thrown against it disgracefully. I don’t get the chance to recover before I feel a familiar hand make contact with the side of my head and press it into the cool surface of the wall. My body shivers from the sudden change in temperature, cheek flat against the patterned surface as Rafe holds me there in a bone crushing grip. 

“You think I’m stupid? You thought I wouldn’t find out?” The blonde says into my ear roughly, the feeling of his breath brushing against my ear giving me goosebumps. I shook my head the best I could under his hold, wincing as he pressed my head harder into the wall.

“Rafe, it’s not like that–”

I feel Rafe’s fingers move from the side of my face and take home in the roots of my hair, nails scratching against my scalp as he grips the strands by the base. He yanks me away from the wall by the hair balled up in his fist and I yelp in pain. 

“Huh?” Rafe forces me to meet his gaze, eyes glaring down at me angrily. “It’s not like what? You weren’t texting my friend behind my back? I’m imagining shit now?”

“Yes!” The worse slipped out faster than I could stop it, regret immediately filling my body as I held my own hand over Rafe’s that has found home in my now tender scalp. “No, Rafe. You’re just–it’s just a misunderstanding!”

Rafe digs into the depths of his pocket, scoffing at me in disgust as he does so. He pulls out a phone; my phone. The pink case catches my attention immediately as he unlocks the device with my own scared face. 

He already knew the passcode, the action was just one to show his power over me in the moment.

I watch him silently school through my text messages as I tremble in his arms, struggling to hold myself up in the strange and uncomfortable position. The screen reflects off his blue eyes as he reads through my conversations, the concept of privacy no longer.

“‘Thanks for the help, Kelce. I really needed that.’” He reads off the text I sent to his friend late last night. His eyes flicker up to mine, the depths of them filled with jealous rage as he forces me to stare into them. “What the fuck were doing texting my friend at two in the morning?”

“I was texting him because you left me stranded in the Cut with your drug dealer at two in the fucking morning, Rafe!” I snapped at him, the fear quickly turning into anger and frustration as he accused me of doing anything else. “Not that you would remember; you were too coked out to care about anything but yourself.”

I should have left him right then, but I didn’t. And It was no surprise that it would continue to happen.

Instead, I sit behind these grand, white walls of Tannyhill, eyes glued to the picture frame on Rafe’s desk.

He was working silently in front of me, fingers making quick work of the keyboard as his own eyes flicker back and forth from the computer screen to the papers spread across the dark wood of the desk that was once his father’s.

I looked so happy in that pretty, pink dress. A smile that stretched a mile wide grazed my lips as Rafe embraced me from behind, a fond look in his eye as he looked down at my glowing face.

The memories of those days would flood my mind the moment I set eyes on this house, which is why I couldn’t stand being here. I couldn’t live a life in a house where I can remember every room I’ve been beaten and berated in during one of my boyfriend’s coke induced rages.

Sighing heavily, I tear my eyes away from the picture and lean back onto the firm couch I was seated in. I try to hide the wince caused by the sharpness in my side as I move, ribs flaring up in pain once again. 

Rafe does not take being disrespected lightly–not by anyone. I already knew that before I said what I did a few nights before, and I also knew the consequences. 

I shouldn’t have been surprised when I woke up just a few hours later with him standing over me, the darkness of his looming figure making my heart stop for just a few seconds before I realized it was him. I should have known he would show crossed on God-knows-what, the mixture of substances increasing his hostility tenfold.

I didn’t fight against it when he ripped me out of the bed with a fistful of my hair, or when he threw me against my dresser, the sharp corner digging to my side as I was shoved into the piece of furniture. Rafe is bigger than I am, his strength outmatches mine dangerously; there was simply no point. I didn't cry out for help when his calloused palm struck my face the first time, nor the second time. 

When he told me to apologize, I did. When he went through my wardrobe and ripped apart all the outfits I’d been scolded by him for wearing to work, I said nothing. I stood silently as I watched the ruined fabrics pile up on the ground in front of me. When he told me that I was lucky to have him because no one else would want a girl that dresses like a prostitute, I didn’t argue.

I didn’t resist it because it would only make things worse for me. It always did.

He kissed me goodnight and I kissed him back like nothing happened, the ache in my side burning hot as he traced the stinging skin of my cheek where his heavy hand met my face just a few moments before.

I used to fight back in the beginning. I would kick, bite, scratch, scream. I would threaten to leave if he did it again, to tell the police and give them all the evidence.

“Who would believe you?” Is what he told me, and he was right.

Who would believe some random, middle-class girl over Ward Cameron’s son? On what planet would Ward ever allow his family’s name to be tainted by his son being arrested for hitting his girlfriend?

The defeat I felt is something I still cannot describe.

“Laia?” I snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of Rafe’s voice. My eyes land on him behind the desk, a hum leaving my lips in response. “You okay?”

I nodded my head, afraid that I’d whimper in pain from the rib that is surely bruised by his own doing. I pulled my hand away from the sore spot slowly, teeth clenching together to keep my face expressionless. 

It doesn’t go unnoticed by my boyfriend, blue eyes flickering down to the hand that I’ve removed from my side and back up to my face. He says nothing for a moment, just allowing our eyes to hold each other tensely.

“Come here.”

I stare at him for a long few five seconds before moving, ribs screaming as I stand up from my seat on the leather couch. I walk over to the blonde behind the desk, awkwardly standing in front of him as I await further instruction.

Rafe reaches forward to place his hands on my waist, the warm prints of his fingers pressed firmly into the skin under my top as he pulls me closer. He angles me sideways slightly, hand moving to lift up my shirt. He just stares silently for a minute as he analyzes the bruise, eyes glued to the large spot spread over my skin.

I knew exactly what it looked like; I’d been staring at it for three days and watching it change color as the time passed. It was big and splotchy, a mixture of yellow, red, and purple in a somewhat rectangular shape displayed across my left rib cage. It was nasty, and I’m sure Rafe thought the same.

“Damn, baby…” He finally breaks the silence. “I did this?” He looks up at me, eyes meeting mine as he waits for an answer.

I nodded my head again.

Rafe drags his gaze back down to the bruise, a look of both awe and pity covering his face. I flinch when his fingers move to trance over the perimeter of the bruise, sucking in a sharp breath of both pain and surprise from the lack of warning. The hand that grips my waist tightens, keeping me still as he studies it closer. 

Leaning into me, he brings his face to my side. I feel his soft lips press into the discolored skin, a gentle kiss that leaves me breathless for a moment. The gesture was something he did often; sweet kisses to cover the bruises he leaves behind.

It was poetic almost–like a band-aid over a bullet hole, or a drop of water in a wilted garden.

“You know I love you,” Rafe pulls away slightly, eyes peeking up to stare into mine. “Right?”

“I love you, too.” The words leave my mouth quietly, the phrase feeling at home on my lips. 

The blonde leans back into the chair and pulls me with him, his once open lap now occupied by me as I’m given no choice but to sit. The hand that was used to trace over the ache in my side rises to my face, the same palm he used to strike me now cupping my cheek warmly, thumb stroking over the skin softly. 

I’m tempted to lean into the familiar feeling, but I don’t, instead sitting stiffly on his thighs as he caresses my face. 

“You know I don’t like doing that–I hate it.” I nod my head at him wordlessly, the sight of his striking, blue eyes leaving me unable to speak. “But you just don’t give me a choice. I just…You make me so angry sometimes, Laia. And–and you do it on purpose.” He looks at me with an expression of both exasperation and desperation, head shaking from side to side as he speaks.

He wasn’t wrong–sometimes I did make him mad on purpose. Never over anything serious, only things like calling his favorite show boring or saying his outfit didn’t match. Little things that we would laugh about later.

This wasn’t one of those times.

I nodded anyway, choosing to maintain my silence in place of verbal response. It was just easier to get through it that way.

“All of our actions have consequences, baby.” He continues on, the familiar phrase vibrating against my eardrums. “You knew better than to say that, but you did it anyway. Do you not respect me?”

“I do…” I say quietly, a defensive tone barely present in my voice. 

“So why would you think it’s okay to say something like that to me?”

I didn’t know how to respond to him truthfully without him getting angry again. I said it because that’s what I thought at that moment.

“I said I was sorry…” My eyes dropped from his gaze, instead choosing to hold contact with my own hands as they twitched nervously in my lap. “I just…you were calling me names, and–and it made me really mad because I didn’t do anything wrong!” My voice barely raised an octave, but it was still enough to convey my frustration. 

“You’re right.” Rafe nods his head at me in response. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You looked very beautiful in that outfit and it’s not your fault that other guys can’t keep their eyes off you. I was being mean and I’m sorry for that.”

Rafe traces over my lips with his thumb, the warm digit gently smoothing out the pout that had appeared on my face. 

“But it’s not safe for you to be dressed like that around a bunch of gross, strange men you don’t know all day. You haven’t heard the things they say about you, but I have. It makes me sick.” He says with concern.

I look at him confused, unsure of what he’s talking about. All my customers have been nothing but respectful towards me, the implication of them being anything else but that leaving me puzzled.

“It scares me to think about what could happen if I weren’t there to watch over you…I just want you to be safe. I know you think I’m hovering; I know you think it’s annoying and ‘controlling.’” Rafe’s worry seems to be genuine, the crease between his brows deepening as he looks up at me in his lap. “I know that. But how else am I supposed to make sure nothing bad happens to you?”

“I can take care of myself, Rafe.”

“I know you think that, Laia. I’m not saying that you can’t, either.” My boyfriend shakes his head at me as he speaks. “You’re a smart girl, but you don’t know everything. I’m a guy–I know how guys think. Sometimes I know better than you do, and sometimes you should listen to me. Okay?”

I say nothing for a moment. There was a slight tension in the air and I could feel his eyes on me.

My eyes remained fixated on the fingers in my lap, nails picking at each other mindlessly. My gaze is pulled away from the digits by Rafe’s knuckles underneath my chin, my eyes forced to keep contact with his instead as he awaits my response.

“Okay?” He repeats the word a second time, not accepting my silence as an answer.

“Okay.” I say quietly.

Rafe nods his head at me, the fingers keeping my chin in place moving to tuck a loose braid behind my ear.

“And I’m sorry I hurt you this bad; I should have been more careful.” He says, referring to the big, fat bruise hidden beneath my shirt. “I was high and I–I shouldn’t have come over when I was like that. I went too far.”

Rafe says that every time this happens. He always has an excuse, whether he’s sober or higher than the moon that lights our sky at night. But I always accept it.

Maybe I was stupid for that, but it would be a lie to say that I cared. 

He was remorseful every time, I could see that it hurt him to see the pain he caused me after he finally calmed down. He would always apologize, and I would accept it because I knew he was really sorry–even if I knew it would probably happen again. 

I loved him too much to leave. I’d been with him for almost four years; he was my first kiss, my first date, my first–and only–boyfriend. I promised myself to him, the diamond ring with our names engraved inside had been sitting heavy on my finger for two of those years. I helped him through his darkest moments; through his cocaine addiction, when he got kicked out of his house, when his dad died. I was there for all of it.

This relationship meant too much to me to let it go–Rafe meant too much to me. It’s why I allowed so many things that people say I shouldn’t, why I allowed myself to be treated in a way that would make me pity someone else if they were going through the same thing.

I was strong enough to handle it all, even if it left me feeling drained at the end of the day. To me, it was a small price to pay.

“I don’t like being so rough with you, but I feel like it’s the only way you’ll listen to me.” Rafe sounds disappointed, though I’m not sure if it’s in himself or in me. “I don’t like it, but if that’s what I have to do, then that’s what’s going to happen. Clearly, it’s working.”

Rafe’s eye’s trail down to my outfit, silently approving the choice. The big, pink sweater I found at the back of my closet was far from seasonal, but I needed something to cover the bruises that littered my arms and body. The plaid skirt I paired with it was something Rafe bought for me a few weeks ago; I chose it because I wouldn’t have to worry about him not liking it.

“My sweet girl…” He says softly. His strong arms wrap around me firmly, careful to avoid the spot that I’d been nursing all day. “You’re just so perfect for me.”

I allowed myself to melt into him, the stiffness of my body gone as I accepted his warm embrace.

[lecsainz]

FOOTBALL GAME

parings: daniel ricciardo x kelce!reader

author note: it's official, I'm entering my NFL era... taylor swift, what have you done?!?! 😭

summary: the one where you're the younger sister of the kelces and you go to a travis game and end up meeting daniel ricciardo.

✩. . . masterlist !

Y/N is the Kelce siblings' little sister, the protected one, adored by her entire family. Her three older brothers loved to tease her whenever they could. Nonetheless, Y/N loved being the youngest, except for the overly protective nature of her brothers. Shawn, Jason, and Travis delighted in intimidating any guy who came near their sister, and this had been the story of her life. The fact that Jason and Travis were professional football players didn't help either. Despite it all, she knew her brothers just wanted her to stay safe and find the right person. And that happened in the most unlikely way.

Y/N was at the Chiefs game, just like any other game, or so she thought. She had chosen to stay in the stands; Y/N wasn't in the mood to be in the player's family area today, especially after the appearances of her supposed new sister-in-law, Taylor. The fans had become obsessed with recording and looking for the singer-songwriter there. Today, Y/N wanted a peaceful afternoon. She had never been fond of being in the spotlight and was grateful that her brothers were the stars, not her.

As Y/N settled into her seat, she couldn't help but relish the anonymity she usually enjoyed in the stands. She liked to be just another face in the crowd, free from the constant attention that came with being a Kelce. But little did she know that this particular game was about to take an unexpected turn.

The energy in the stadium was electrifying, and as the game progressed, Y/N found herself getting more and more engrossed in the action. The Chiefs were playing exceptionally well, and the crowd's excitement was contagious. Amidst the cheers and chants, she almost forgot about her desire for a quiet day.

That's when it happened. Y/N was caught up in the moment, jumping to her feet as the Chiefs scored a touchdown. As she celebrated, an unfortunate collision occurred. Out of nowhere, a cup of beer was knocked from someone's hand, drenching her from head to toe. She gasped in surprise and shock, realizing her white Chiefs jersey was now soaked.

Furious and stunned, she turned to see who was responsible for this mess, and her eyes met a face she couldn't believe – it was none other than the famous Formula 1 driver Daniel Ricciardo, who was attending the game because of his Formula 1 race in Texas.

Y/N's frustration boiled over, and she shouted, "Are you kidding me? You just ruined my jersey!" Her irritation was palpable, and the entire section fell silent as all eyes turned to her and the unsuspecting Daniel Ricciardo.

As crowd silence hung in the air, Y/N could feel her face heating up with embarrassment and anger. She had no idea who this man was, only that he was the one who had turned her game day experience into a mess. But what she didn't know was that Daniel Ricciardo was not only a Formula 1 superstar but also known for his charm and charisma.

Daniel, caught off guard by her fiery reaction, was momentarily stunned. He glanced at the drenched jersey and then back at Y/N, a sheepish grin forming on his face. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry," he stammered. "I was just so caught up in the game, and I... I didn't mean to do that."

Y/N couldn't help but notice that, despite the situation, Daniel had an irresistible smile. It was clear that he was genuinely apologetic, and she couldn't stay mad at him for long. Still, she didn't know who he was, and her irritation was evident in her response. "Well, an apology won't dry my jersey, will it?"

At that moment, Max Verstappen, who was seated next to Daniel, couldn't contain his laughter any longer. He burst into fits of giggles, watching the entire interaction. "Mate, you've really done it this time!" Max said between laughs.

Y/N, despite herself, found Max's laughter contagious and couldn't help but chuckle along. "I can't believe you've got your friend here laughing at your blunder," she teased Daniel, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Daniel, red-faced and still grinning, extended his hand toward her. "I'm Daniel, by the way, and I promise I'll make it up to you somehow."

Y/N accepted the hand with a half-smile. "Y/N, nice to meet you. Just don't spill anything else on me."

Max chimed in, still amused. "Well, I think you've made quite the impression, Daniel.”

Max's playful comment only added to the amusement of the moment. As Y/N and Daniel continued to converse, they discovered an unexpected chemistry between them. His initial mistake had broken the ice, and they found themselves discussing everything from their favorite sports to their shared love for adventure.

As the game progressed, Y/N's initial irritation had turned into a delightful afternoon spent in the company of a charming stranger. She had completely forgotten about her drenched jersey and the chaotic start to their interaction.

As the final whistle blew, the Chiefs emerged victorious, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Daniel leaned closer to Y/N, and with a grin, he said, "You know, I've had an eventful day, and it's all thanks to you. Can I get your number? Maybe I can make it up to you with dinner or something?"

Y/N was taken aback for a moment, not expecting such a bold move. But his sincerity and the connection they had formed throughout the game were hard to ignore. She couldn't help but smile and replied, "Sure, why not? I think I'd like to see what other trouble you can get me into."

[yuna542]

[9.]

~The Devil in Person~

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader/Oc

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Drama, Action

Warnings: Physical Violence, Physical Fight, mentions of blood and alcohol

Taglist: Open

Word count: 4k

Summary: The Kook princess is back after a year and reignites the war between Pogues and Kooks on Kildare. But she quickly realizes that after this year, nothing is the same as before. Deception, secrets from the past, and dangerous conspiracies sweep across Kildare, leaving her no choice but to work with the Pogues and her personal nemesis to find the truth and maybe even $8 million. A dangerous treasure hunt begins that turns her world upside down.

Soundtrack:

⏯️Play: You should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish

„You should see me in a crown

I'm gonna run this nothing town

Watch me make 'em bow

One by one“

JJ Pov.

When I spotted Kiara, I breathed a sigh of relief. At least she was keeping me company in this hell on earth. John B hadn't shown up on time, so I had to come up with one silly excuse after another to explain why he wasn't there for his first day of work.

Seeing Kiara in a gown and dressed up like a doll was always strange. It seemed like a disguise. A costume that didn't quite seem to fit her, even if she did look beautiful.

Pope and his dad wouldn't show up here until seven. It was still two seemingly endless hours until then.

1300 damn dollars we had to get to pay for the damage to the Camerons' garbage can and Rafe's stupid jacket. For that we escaped a suspended sentence for burglary and property damage, but it still sucked that John B, Pope and I now had to slave away at the fucking Kooks' party to pay the fine. Here we would make maybe $100. For the next few weeks we had to do any job we could get.

Who knew those big garbage cans were worth a fortune?

However, the look on Rafe's and the other Kooks' faces had been priceless.

I plucked at the damn bow tie for the hundredth time. John B had only had this colorful one left for me. Plus the waiter costume I felt more than uncomfortable in. I missed my cap and hated every second on this kook circus.

More and more of them were arriving. All in ridiculous costumes and with put on politeness. How I hated these snobs.

It was about time my friends showed up before I poured the entire bottle over the blonde head of the arrogant cow who asked me to pour her wine for the fourth time.

It was humiliating enough serving the Kooks and being shooed around, but to make matters worse, there came Rafe, Kelce, Topper and a bunch of the other assholes to the porch where dinner was being held.

They all looked ridiculous with their colorful suits and ties. Like the Power Puff girls in action: When Rafe spotted me, he fixed me with a look that bore right through me.

I just grinned and waved at him provocatively before moving on to serve the next drinks.

However, it was obvious from his eyes alone that the dynamite thing wasn't done for him yet. Especially since Diaz was back on the island, Rafe seemed more aggressive and unpredictable than usual.

At half past five, John B finally showed up.

"Shit, there you are at last. I had to tie this stupid bow tie all by myself. Come on, help me!", I said and pressed two Pina Coladas into his hands.

He looked completely lost and his hair was a mess. He wore a white shirt and a vest that was much too big for him. Probably from his father. However, he was wearing an equally colorful bow tie, which calmed me down a bit.

"Sorry. The Twinkie just didn't start and I had to go to the police again."

On the side, I mixed two caipirinhas and frowned.

"Why? Did they want something else?"

Together we walked to the tables and I pointed to the old man who had ordered the drinks. We served the glasses with a friendly smile and went back to the bar, slightly off to the side.

"I testified that Pope and Kiara weren't there. You'll have to do that too."

Sure... John B and I were trusted to do the whole thing anyway. Even if it hadn't been us, the poor saps with no real family, one father missing, the other an aggressive alcoholic, were the most likely to be blamed. But for Pope, his scholarship was at stake and Kiara's parents didn't want her to spend any time with us at all. If there were a string of felonies on top of that, they'd probably send her to boarding school. Or even to that sick retreat camp they told her Horror Stories about when she misbehaved.

So I nodded.

"Sure. Okay."

I would go through hell for my friends. They were my family and everything I cared about here in the Outer Banks.

John B helped me with the drinks. Fortunately, this wasn't the first time we'd had to work as waiters.

But I liked fixing cars or ship engines better. Even delivering with Pope was better than this.

"Is the martini gluten-free, too?" asked a put-upon snarky voice behind us.

As we turned around, befuddled, John was amazed at the sight of Kiara.

She had her hair up and was wearing a beige dress that made her look like one of the rich girls. That's when I remembered that she was actually one of those girls. When you spent time with her, you forgot that really quickly.

"Wow... That's...", John B stuttered as they gave each other our typical handshake in greeting.

"It's a dress. Yes I know," she replied, crossing her arms.

"I like it. You look like a real kook," I teased her and saw an old man give a hand signal that he wanted to order something. Sighing, I patted John B on the shoulder and went on my way.

He told Kie about the testimony before he too went to work and we hurried between the tables.

At seven, Pope showed up with his dad and helped him with the deliveries and later at the grill.

When things quieted down since everyone was served, I joined him. He was wearing a brown apron and thick gloves. Fortunately, it wasn't as hot today as the last few days and there was always a pleasant breeze driving across the coast.

"Cute," he commented on my getup, pointing to the bow tie.

"Screw you," I laughed, running a hand through my hair.

"They're having a party over on the other side," he remarked as we watched the tables.

In fact, I had already heard the music from inside.

"Have you seen the Camerons yet?", I asked in passing, but Pope just shook his head.

"So far, only Rafe."

Unconsciously, I had been on the lookout for Diaz all evening, after all, she was never absent from events like this, and where Sarah was, Skylar wasn't far behind.

That's when John B joined us with Kie, who now also managed to sneak away successfully.

"You guys look really adorable next to each other," Kiara laughed as John B leaned against the fence next to me. In response, I flipped her off.

"What's it about?" asked JB curiously, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"The Camerons are throwing the party, but they're nowhere to be seen. Neither is Diaz," I explained, scanning the crowd again for the Kook Princess' dark curls.

"Do you miss her that much already?" said Kiara sarcastically, to which I snorted derisively.

"She can go to hell. That arrogant little..."

"Speaking of the devil…," John B interrupted me then, and sure enough, out of the main entrance now stepped Ward Cameron with his wife, along with Richard Leroy. He had longer hair, but the same cold eyes and stern face as before. He was wearing a black suit that probably cost more than the Pogue and was talking animatedly with Ward.

Behind them, Sarah and Skylar followed.

"You could be right about Devil," I muttered absently, as I couldn't stop staring at the dark-haired girl in the wine-red dress.

She reminded me of a goddess or the devil himself as she tossed her hair back and strutted over to the porch. The dark red of the dress perfectly matched the caramel complexion of her skin and ebony curls.

The fabric of the dress clung to her curves like a second skin, revealing her naked skin at the back.

That's when Stan, the boss of this bar showed up, apparently looking for us.

"Work calls," I muttered, not having quite recovered from Diaz's appearance. John also kept glancing over at her as we came back out onto the porch, but his gaze was diverted by Sarah.

Sky was greeted effusively by several people until she joined Rafe and Topper with Sarah. In doing so, she did not dare looking at me with a glance, although I was sure she had seen me.

John B was serving the adults' table, so I had to move over to the Kooks' table with my lips pressed together. I had been dreading this moment all evening.

"Can I get you guys something to drink?"

It wasn't until I addressed her that she interrupted her conversation with Rafe and eyed me suspiciously. We both still had our last argument in mind.

She looked even more stunning up close. The full lips were made up blood red and her eyes reminded of liquid chocolate, framed by long thick eyelashes and curved eyebrows.

Her cleavage was especially highlighted by the dress. The girl who were washed up with the Greg Noll in front of my house was hardly recognizable.

"Yes. A Mai Tai for me, please. You know what that is, right?"

Innocently, she put on a questioning look, but the provocation was more than clear.

"Of course."

"Good, Sarah, what do you want?"

The blonde girl was the only one to give me a tight smile, obviously unsure if she could allow herself to order a cocktail so bluntly in front of her father. Sky didn't seem to mind at all that her stepfather was sitting just one table over.

"A glass of white wine."

I nodded curtly, and at that moment our eyes crossed. Sky had a strange glint in her eyes. Ever since the altercation at the Château, she seemed belligerent. Like a predator waiting for its prey to venture out of its den.

"Come on! The young ladies are waiting," Rafe suddenly hissed irritably, which jolted me out of my stupor.

Sky gave me one last look through her thick lashes and then turned to Sarah. I couldn’t get rid of the thought, that she was pissed and angry especially at me…

I forcefully stopped myself from commenting on Rafe's stupid suit and prepared the drinks at the bar.

As I served the glasses, Sarah mumbled a quick thank you and I accidentally grazed Sky's arm. But as I looked at her, I doubted it had been an accident on her part.

Our faces suddenly hovered close to each other.

"You should pay close attention today. You didn't just messed it up with a random Kook," she whispered barely audibly, and though she said it with a sweet smile, the threat behind the words was unmistakable. One only had to glance at Rafe's angry face to know what she was alluding to. His head grew a shade redder every second I spent near Sky.

"Is that supposed to be a threat, princess?", I whispered just as softly.

But even behind her eyes, I recognized the chilling coldness that only reinforced the hostility between us.

"Just a hint, Pogue."

She held me captive just by that feather-light touch on my arm, and I couldn't stop staring at her lips.

It wasn't until she lifted her hand, releasing my whole body with it, that I was able to move again and turn away from the table.

Only when I was back at the bar did I dare to let go of the breath I had been holding until then.

Today I definitely had to stay out of the Kooks' way. As long as we were among people here, Rafe wouldn't dare start a brawl, but that didn't calm the unease inside me one bit. We were on enemy territory here and gradually I began to realize that the whole thing was a big trap that had been set for us by the Kooks. Sky had a plan, I was sure of it by now.

„Is everything alright, bud?“, John B asked while we were cleaning glasses at the bar.

„I‘m pretty sure Diaz wants to kill me“, I explained obviously a bit on edge.

„After what you said to her at the chateau? Yes probably“, Kiara commented while sipping on her drink. That didn’t help at all.

Finally, at nine o'clock our shift was over and most of the guests were already heading home. John B and I said goodbye to Mr. Dooley, the boss of the bar, and hurried through the aisles, finally getting the hell out of this cursed place. My motorcycle was parked at the front of the road and the Twinkie right next to it. We just had to make it there and then we would be safe. That's when Pope ran after us and stopped us.

"Guys, they're on the terrace!" he warned us, but it was already too late. Alarmed, we gave each other a panicked look, and by then Topper, Rafe, and Kelce were already coming through the front door, which was supposed to be our escape route.

"Shit!" it escaped me and we immediately ran in the other direction. As fast as I could, I weaved my way through the rooms until I arrived at the restrooms.

Panicked, I rattled the doors, but each was locked. John B and Pope came into the room behind me, breathing heavily.

"Fuck! Shit!", I cursed over and over as the prospect of escape diminished.

"There's three of them. So are we. We can take on them," I reasoned aloud as John B also tried doors but failed miserably.

"Are you insane?" escaped Pope, who had fear sweat on his forehead.

"There's never just three of them, dude!", John agreed with him.

That's when John B finally got lucky with a door and I had slipped through before he opened it properly. But that's when I realized our mistake.

The Kooks had simply walked across the patio once around the house and were now coming to the opposite door into the dressing room.

Before I could react, Rafe had punched me and my head was thrown back.

Kelce and Topper took advantage of the moment to grab me.

I yanked on their tight grips, but Rafe punched me in the stomach so hard that I doubled over, gasping.

At that moment John rushed in and was about to pounce on Rafe, but he had reckoned with it and shoved him against the wall in such a way that he hit the back of his head hard and went down immediately.

Pope was caught in the hallway by two more Kooks, who also dragged him into the dressing room. He didn't put up any more of a fight when he saw John B and me caught.

The rage in my belly boiled so high that I bared my teeth and tore at Kelce's and Topper's arms like a wild animal.

Behind Rafe, another Kook made himself known, dragging the apathetic John B to his feet.

He tried to fight back, but the redhead, who had just been holding Pope, came to the other's aid and pinned him to the wall.

Pope was now trapped in a headlock and I, too, saw little chance of escape.

"Finally got you, assholes," Rafe warbled, grinning smugly.

His attention turned to me and he cracked his knuckles as if to prepare himself.

An iron taste was already spreading in my mouth, but it was nothing I hadn't experienced countless times before.

"Hold him tight so I can hit him right!" he instructed his friends, who painfully twisted my arms behind my back so I stood upright. One wrong move and they would dislocate both my shoulders.

He gyrated his wrist as if to warm up.

"Really cute costumes you guys have. Was there a bulk discount in the children's department?", I asked provocatively, unable to keep from grinning despite my predicament. Rafe only got angrier and a mad glint entered his eyes before he lashed out and punched me square in the face. It was a dull sound and everything around me went black until I slowly opened my eyes again and bright flashes twitched through the air everywhere.

I spat a gush of blood on the ground in front of him and returned his gaze unflinchingly.

"You hit like a girl," I continued to provoke, smiling. His anger that I showed no fear or remorse made the throbbing in my head only half as bad. Blood was pouring out of my nose and the side of my lip had split open again in the same place as last time.

"Shit JJ, just shut up!" whimpered Pope, giving a pained gasp as the giant behind him increased the pressure on his neck.

Seeing my friends like this was too much.

"Three against one... Are you that afraid of me you pathetic little son of a…?", I continued to tease, and a guttural sound escaped me as he lashed out again and my head was thrown back painfully.

„Pussy!“, I screamed in his face as the next punch already almost threw me of my feet. But Topper and Kelce held me tightly upright.

„Do you ever stop talking, Maybank? Should we find out what it takes to finally shut you up, huh?“

His voice was echoing through my consciousness through the throbbing in my ears. My field of vision was blurry, but I could see Rafe shaking his head angrily as I glared at him with a wry grin.

There he was about to lash out again, but he paused as a soft voice cut through the atmosphere.

"Rafe, that's enough!"

I had to squint my eyes, but I recognized Sky immediately as she stepped out from behind him. I hadn't even noticed how she had walked in. Maybe she was there already from the beginning.

The clicking of her heels on the wooden floor was the only sound for a few seconds. She walked to John B first and lifted his head by his hair slightly to see how hard it had hit him.

„Poor Routledge boy… Aren’t you tired of cleaning up your buddy’s mess?“, she sighed.

When his eyelids fluttered at that, she let go of him and turned to the two Kooks holding him.

"God, let those two go! Or do they look like a threat to you?" she said, giving Pope a curt look that almost looked like pity.

Then she harshly pushed Rafe aside and finally stood in front of me.

It was very obvious who was the one in charge now. Rafe had no power over the Kooks anymore. It was crazy that she just had to enter the room, to get all attention. All the Kook-Goons were literally at her feet, waiting for instructions.

She inspected me, like a stray-dog she had picked up off the street, and seemed to be weighing whether I was worth saving or not.

"Rafe that's a bit primitive..." she commented, suddenly stepping very close to me.

„You ruined his pretty face again…“

All eyes were on her and even the muscleheads and the psychopath Rafe seemed to be listening to what she was saying.

Amazed, I noticed that she smelled like a mixture of fresh roses and the beach on a sunny day.

"The princess herself. What an honor. Hope the cocktail suited your taste," I scoffed, trying not to get lost in those inscrutable eyes again.

She just twisted her red lips into a smile and that's when I felt her fingers slip into my pants pockets. First the ones in the back and when she couldn't find what she wanted, also in the front.

„It was a bit too sweet… but I wasn’t really expecting much.“

At the same time her lips were so close to mine that it would have been easy to overcome the distance.

I froze as her hands groped in my pockets for the motorcycle key. I could feel her cool fingertips through the fabric and shivered lightly.

Now I understood why the boys didn't make a sound. It was that effect she had on people. When she entered the room, all eyes were on her. There was something mysterious and sensual about her that I noticed for the first time.

Maybe I had just taken a blow too hard, but I couldn't stop imagining what she would look like under that dress, with my hands all over those pretty tits, that peeked out.

Her mere touch made me unable to think straight. Her slender fingers found the key and pulled it out of my pocket.

"Did you get what you wanted?" asked Rafe, annoyed, and that's when she took a step back.

She looked at the key and then ran to John B, where she found the Twinkie key directly in his back pants pocket.

"Now yes."

Something was on the girl's mind, but for the life of me I couldn't tell what it was.

Rafe took the opportunity to place himself in front of me and I was already preparing for the next blow.

"Rafe it's enough! I think he gets it," Sky said and sure enough, after a few seconds he let go of me.

"Go on, get out of here before they ask for you! I'll see you back at my place in a bit."

Rafe nodded at her and seemed pleased with what he had done. John B groaned as he slowly regained consciousness.

Then Sky stepped in front of me again and eyed me coolly.

She leaned close to me, brushed a strand of bloody hair out of my face, grabbed my chin, so that I had to look her in those hypnotising gems of eyes and whispered so that only I could hear her:

"Maybe you were right about everything you said about me. Except for one thing. I'm not his lapdog. As you saw, he's mine."

With that, she let go of me and walked to the door with our keys. I only now realized that I had been holding my breath and couldn’t stop my hammering heart.

"And now, for one evening, let's just get drunk. Leave those Pogues alone! Kelce tell everyone, Topper get alcohol and come to my place with Sarah! We'll party on at my place! It’s time that everyone knows, that I’m back on Kildare! And someone needs to get rid of that blood on the floor…“ she determined and was out of the room before anyone could react.

When the Kooks finally disappeared, John stood up straight again and rubbed the back of his head.

"You okay, JB?", I asked directly, still far too confused to realize what had just happened.

"I am, but you look like shit, bro," he replied, and Pope's eyebrows furrowed uncertainly as he eyed my face as well.

"It’s not that bad," I dismissed it, though the taste of blood just wouldn't leave my mouth.

"There you are!" came from the door.

Kiara came rushing in, eyes wide.

"Shit, what did those assholes do?"

"JJ couldn't keep his mouth shut..." said Pope, sitting down on the bench, breathing heavily.

Kie anxiously took John's face in her hands, looking for serious injuries.

"It's going to be a bump, but other than that I'm fine," he assured her.

Then she looked at my face. I didn't even want to know what I looked like again. She pulled a cloth napkin out of her purse.

"Here, wipe the blood off with this!"

While I pressed the cloth to my lip, John grabbed his forehead with both hands.

"Shit JJ. The keys!"

Only now was I starting to realize it too.

"Sky came up to me and said if you want your stuff back, we should come to the party at Lionelly Ville."

In disbelief, we all stared at Kie.

"A Kook party? No way!" snapped Pope.

"Apparently everyone's invited. She even posted it."

Kie pulled out her phone and showed us the post. "Kooks, people from the Cut, and tourists. Anyone with the time and inclination is invited," she explained, tapping the attached address.

So that had been her plan. She wanted us to come to her party, but why? To play some more sick games?

The spirit of adventure and, as it were, curiosity stirred in me. I was dying to know what happened next, and I definitely didn't want to let the Kook princess win in the process. Even though this round definitely was hers.

"Then let's go to Lionelly Ville," I announced and already had the door handle in my hand.

"Are you serious?" asked John B, aghast.

"Sure. You want the key back for the Twinkie? Well, I definitely want the one for my motorcycle. Besides, I could use a little booze and partying right about now. If I'm invited to the biggest and most luxurious estate on Kildare, I don't want to miss it."

John B was the first to give in and nodded. Then Pope followed and finally Kie too. We were a team, after all, and secretly each of us was curious about what Lionelly Ville was like.

Tanney Hill was already impressive, what did the Diaz family mansion then look like?

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Midsummer’s Ball with Rafe Cameron

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Scattered with pastel gowns and accessories, Sarah’s room was filled with happy chatter as Aurora curled her brown locks with a curling iron, flinching as she burned her finger for the fifth time the past fifteen minutes. 

“ Rora, let me help you.” Sarah sighed, smiling as she weaved her hands effortlessly through Aurora’s curls, curling the loose strands of hair that framed Aurora’s face.

“…There you go ! We’re gonna have so much fun tonight !” Sarah giggled as she squeezed Aurora’s hand excitedly, skipping towards the vanity to apply a final touch of lipgloss. Stifling a giggle from Sarah’s enthusiasm, Aurora gazed at the pair’s reflection in the mirror: both with bright eyes and cheeks flushed with excitement, their hair cascading in beautiful waves. 

Soft pop music was playing in the background, creating an ambiance of anticipation for an unforgettable Midsummer’s Ball ahead.

Giggling as they hopped into Aurora’s convertible, Sarah and Aurora laughed the entire drive to the country club, blasting their favorite songs on repeat, earning a few glares and the attention of the attendees when they arrived. Rafe was getting his fourth drink of the night, when he spotted the pair, waltzing through the entrance casually.

“ Look who finally decided to join us, always fashionably late !” Rafe said, causing Kelce and Topper to laugh loudly, while he gulped down the drink in his hand, staring at Aurora’s silhouette as she walked by. 

The venue was adorned with twinkling fairy lights, vibrant floral arrangements, casting a warm glow over Aurora's beaming smile, making her look ethereal twirling around under the lights. Aurora looked breathtaking in her powder blue gown, adorned with delicate lace and sparkling sequins. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her elegance and grace. The sound of her laughter filled the air, blending harmoniously with the clinking of glasses and the soft rustling of gowns.

“ Looking good, Rora,” Rafe whispered as he slipped in front of Aurora, who was fetching a drink from one of the servers, “ though it looks like you were trying hard to match my suit.” Smirking as he pointed towards his pale blue suit and Aurora’s gown, he watched Aurora roll her eyes in annoyance.

“ Well,” Aurora said, appearing to be deep in thought, “ I recall it was you who picked up our gowns from the tailor, is it not?” With a victorious smile on her face, she closed the distance between them and looked up into his grimacing eyes, patting his arm as she whispered sarcastically, “Could’ve just told me you wanted us to match, huh?” 

Rafe stared at her twinkling eyes with his mouth slightly agape, feeling his cheeks grow hot for a moment, unable to form a good comeback instantly. Always having the upper hand, this  has never happened before, making Rafe feel frustrated, yet feeling amused by Aurora’s witty response. 

“ Let’s dance, pretty boy.” Aurora laughed, taking Rafe’s jittery hand in hers as she dragged him to the center of the dance floor. “ Rora, you know I don’t dance…” Rafe muttered, nervously scanning the crowd, noticing Topper and Kelce looking at him with confusion written on their faces. 

“ Live a little and dance with me!” Aurora twirled around with her hands in the air, dancing along to the upbeat music. Smiling as he looked at Aurora dancing under the lights, he took her outstretched hand and pulled her closer, laughing together while the pair swayed to the music. 

“ Ouch !” Aurora yelped in pain suddenly, as a server accidentally bumped into her. Falling onto her feet, her heart skipped a beat as she watched her expensive gown being stained by the spilled drinks. “Miss Clarke, I’m so sorry…” Helping Aurora back onto her feet, the careless server muttered multiple apologies as he tried to offer her some hankerchiefs.

“ Watch where you’re going, for fuck’s sake.” Rafe warned as the server scurried away quickly, leaving Aurora fiddling with her dress helplessly. “ Sorry that happened.”Rafe said softly, his eyes filled with empathy, “Here, take my jacket,"

Aurora's eyes widened in surprise at Rafe's kind gesture. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should accept his offer, but the urgency to salvage her gown outweighed her reservations.

 “ Thanks Rafe,” she nodded and slipped into the jacket, relaxing as she felt the warmth and comfort it provided, “ at least it matches my dress too.” 

“ Feeling better, hm?” Rafe asked, noticing the slight pout forming on her glowing face, as he resisted the urge to kiss her. “ Yes, but the stain…” Aurora started, looking down at her gown sadly. 

“ I’ll send it to my laundry worker later, promise it’ll be fine,” Rafe said assuringly, pulling her close to his chest for a moment, as he kept an arm around her body. Aurora was shocked by the sudden gesture, her heart skipping eight beats at once engulfed in his embrace, while she gently caressed his arm.

“ Let’s get more drinks and have fun, yeah?” Rafe said abruptly, letting go of her while he jogged away with a smirk on his face.

“ Wait for me, you asshole,” Aurora said, rolling her eyes as she ran after him in her heels, with a smile on her face, “ you’re still infuriating as hell.”

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The Dorothea Swift

"Folks, it's that time again for..."

"New NEWS," Travis Kelce is the one to finish, loud to the point that the woman on the other screen lifts her headphones slightly away from her ears.

"Today's episode features a very favorite of not only my wife, but the entire KC Chiefs system, social media manager miss Dorothea Swift! Dorothea-"

"Please Jason, just Thea, that's what everyone calls me. The last time someone called me Dorothea it was my sister when she wrote a song about missing me when I left for college," The blonde laughs, tucking a curl behind her ear.

"Or Dee Dee, that's what Mahomes calls her," Travis chimes, chuckling at the aggrivated look on the face of a woman who deals with football players for a living.

"That's because Pat took it from some friends of mine," She defends, rolling her eyes. "But it's great to be here boys. You've basically been making my job useless."

"Ah you could never be useless, babygirl," Is Travis's brilliant response, making Jason laugh.

"I can just hear the internet blowing up with that one comment, so I'm gonna save ya'll and move on," The elder brother assures, "Dorthea, what's it like being the sister of someone as famous as Taylor?"

"You see, my answer to that is going to be incredibly boring, but we've always grown up in a really down to Earth and relatively normal family. I mean, obviously Tay has been singing since I was seven and she was fourteen, so we've grown in this environment, but like, as a younger sister she's still just my annoying older sister."

"So you two are close?" Travis is the one to ask, with a knowing smile. "At least you seemed it at the game the other day."

"Yes, she and I still have sleepovers in my bed when she comes to town. My boyfriend has had to sleep on the sofa in our living room more than a few nights because of it," She explains, having to laugh.

"Ah, and would this boyfriend be the one that you've been soft launching on your instagram?"

"Dude, how do you know what soft launching is?" Travis questions his brother, laughing, Thea unable to not join in.

"My wife taught me! Laugh it up," Jason answers defensively, although his eyebrows betray his display of annoyance for what it really is, amusement. "But come on Thea, give us the insider scoop on your mystery boy that everyone is losing their minds about on the internet."

"I'm pretty sure what everyone is really losing their minds about is my sister and your brother supposedly dating after last weeks game," Thea laughs, Travis blushing madly. "Do you have anything to say about that?"

"Oh I'm a fan of this line of questioning," Jason grins, nodding excitedly about what he knows is to come.

"Me too, Jason, me too," Thea agrees, going to say something else before being interrupted by a little voice through Jason's microphone.

"Antie Dee Dee!"

The blonde woman's face turns the shade of a Chiefs jersey, both men's faces showing surprise in the turn of events that Jason's daughter Wyatt has caused. The's no way to deny that this is the first time the three have really talked if Jason's daughter already calls her Antie.

"Baby Wy," Travis is the one to respond, coming out as a groan. "You just ruined a soft launch that was a year in the making!"

"Does this mean it's time?" Jason asks, eyes dotting back and forth between the other boxes on the screen.

Rather than answering, a still red Thea gets up from her chair, disappearing from her screen only to reappear in Travis' a moment later, kissing his forehead and sitting down on his lap.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I am not in fact dating Taylor Swift, but have been dating Dorthea Swift for the last two years," He announces, smiling brightly at the screen.

"He's become close with my sister, given their proximity in age, and I've clearly become close with his family in return," Dorthea takes the chance to explain.

"Yeah, the Kid is pretty cool, I guess," Jason chimes, leaning in the the microphone as if about to tell a secret. "She better be my sister-in-law one day or I will kill my brother."