#outer banks x reader

[khioneee]

trying to break up with your fuck buddy, rafe

rafe paces. back and forth. hand running through his hair, jaw tight, eyes sharp with something between frustration and disbelief.

‘you want to stop?’ his voice is even, but there’s an edge to it.

you nod, arms crossed over your chest. ‘yeah.’

‘why?’ his head tilts, eyes scanning your face like he’s searching for an answer that actually makes sense to him.

‘i don’t like what this is turning me into,’ you say, voice steady. ‘it’s not who i am. and i don’t want it to be.’

he exhales sharply, turning on his heel and pacing again. ‘where is this coming from?’

‘i’m not blaming you for anything, rafe.’ you sigh, feeling the weight of this conversation sink into your bones. ‘i just realized i don’t want to be another girl in your rotation.’

he stops mid-step, turning to face you. ‘rotation?’

you hold his gaze. ‘you know what i mean.’

his jaw tenses. ‘you knew what this was,’ he says, voice low, careful.

‘i did,’ you agree. ‘and now i know i don’t want it.’

he drags a hand down his face, shaking his head. ‘i thought everything was fine.’

‘it was,’ you admit. ‘but i’m a ‘girlfriend’ kind of girl, rafe. i have boyfriends, not fuck buddies.’

rafe lets out a dry laugh, almost disbelieving. he starts pacing again, steps restless, like he needs to move or he’ll explode.

then, from outside, a familiar voice cuts through the tension.

‘rafe! come on, man, we’re waiting!’ topper, followed by laughter and girls’ voices, high and sweet.

your stomach turns, but you don’t react. instead, you nod toward the door.

‘you should go,’ you say softly.

a pause, a sharp inhale. his jaw clenches. ‘we’re not done.’

‘i said what i needed to say.’ you swallow the lump in your throat. ‘you have girls waiting for you.’

he stops pacing. his expression hardens. ‘you think that’s what this is about?’

‘i think it doesn’t matter,’ you answer. ‘because you’re not my boyfriend, and you don’t owe me anything.’

his hands curl into fists at his sides. ‘you’re doing that thing again.’

‘what thing?’

‘acting like you don’t care.’

you inhale sharply. ‘i do care, rafe. that’s the problem.’

something flickers in his expression. for the first time, he looks uncertain. like this wasn’t supposed to happen. like he never considered the possibility of you walking away.

he starts pacing again, steps quicker now, frustration rolling off him in waves. ‘so what? you’re just done?’

you nod. ‘yeah.’

he stops. looks at you. then, after a beat, he says, ‘fine.’

you hesitate. ‘fine, what?’

‘i’ll be your boyfriend.’

you blink, caught off guard. ‘what?’

‘you want a relationship?’ he shrugs, like it’s the easiest fix in the world. ‘done.’

‘that’s not how this works.’

‘why not?’ his voice is sharper now, defensive. ‘you said you don’t want to be just another girl— fine. be my girlfriend.’

you shake your head, a humorless laugh escaping. ‘jesus, rafe.’

‘what?’

‘you don’t even want to be my boyfriend. you just don’t want to see me with someone else.’

his jaw tightens, and for the first time, he stops pacing. stands still.

‘you can’t just decide to be in a relationship because you don’t like the idea of losing me,’ you say, voice softer now. ‘that’s not love, rafe. that’s possession.’

his lips part slightly, but no words come out.

‘you don’t know how to do this,’ you continue gently. ‘how to be with someone in a way that isn’t just about control.’

he exhales, slow and deep, fingers rubbing at his jaw as he looks away for a moment. when he meets your gaze again, there’s something different there. hesitation, sure. but also something you weren’t expecting.

fear.

‘i don’t want to lose you,’ he admits, voice quiet now.

your breath catches. ‘then be better.’

rafe swallows. ‘tell me how.’

‘you already know how,’ you whisper. ‘you just have to choose it.’

the silence stretches between you again, but this time, it’s different.

it’s not heavy. it’s hopeful.

then, from outside, topper calls out again. ‘rafe! you coming or what?’

rafe doesn’t even look toward the door.

‘nah,’ he calls back, eyes still locked on yours. ‘i’m good.’

your heart was about to try to break out from behind your ribs.

his gaze softens. ‘stay?’

you hesitate. ‘rafe—’

he shakes his head, stepping closer. ‘if i say i can do this, then i can do this.’

you search his face for the lie, the excuse, the escape route he’s bound to take. but there isn’t one.

he raised your hands to his mouth and kissed the tip of each of your fingers in turn. your thumb, your index finger, your middle finger, your ring finger, finally your pinky, and then, your gaze caught the black cross that rested on the centre of his chest.

you wonder if his heart beats steadily.

his lips twitch, just slightly, into the kind of smirk that used to make you roll your eyes. ‘i’ll be the last boyfriend you’ll have,’ he murmurs. ‘you’ll see.’

your chest tightens, but this time, it’s not with dread.

‘okay,’ you whisper.

he grins, triumphant. ‘yeah?’

you exhale, a small smile creeping onto your lips despite yourself.

‘yeah.’

an. inspired by rory and logan.

[anqelrafe]

— ୨ৎ bsf!rafe showing your date what he was missing out on.

synopsis: after getting stood up by your date, your best friend decides he's gonna show him what he could've had. authors note: i'm honestly not sure how i feel about this but i wanted to get something out before i lose motivation. anywayss, enjoy!!. . .♡ content warnings: not proofread. a little rushed cause i'm tired lol. contains smut, mdni. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. oral f.receiving. fingering. praise. on call during sex.

rafe laid on his bed, his head resting comfortably on his pillows with his arm draped lazily over his eyes. he had been listening to you talk about your day for the past hour, just barely listening to bits and pieces. he was really only waiting for you to skip to the lunch date you were supposed to have that afternoon, but you were so stuck on the topic of wanting to try out a new lip combo—whatever that was. so he decided it would just be quicker to just ask you himself.

“what about that date?” he cuts you off mid sentence, moving his arm from his eyes to peer over at you while you leisurely span around in the swivel chair at his desk. “with uhh...what was his name? ayden?” your glossed lips pull into a frown, stopping your spinning “andrew,” you correct, your finger twirling around a loose thread on your shorts. “and it didn't happened. he never came”

rafe's eyes shifted to yours, an annoyed furrow in his eyebrows forming at your admission “you mean that asshole never even showed up?” he scoffed, now fully sitting up against the headboard.

“nope,” your murmur, shifting in your seat “not only that, but he texted me an hour later to tell me he didn't feel like coming.”

“what a pussy,” rafe muttered under his breath, pushing his greasy hair away from his forehead as he tried to suppress an eye roll. he hated it whenever someone wasted your time or let you down. he always thought any guy who you even batted an eye at was incredibly lucky. “he just doesn't deserve you then. n i already told you that you were too good for him. don't know why you don't listen to me. you need to go after guys who would treat you better.”

your lips purse, tilting your head sideways as you toy with the polish on your manicured finger. “uh huh. and who would that be, hm? you?”

“yes.” rafe’s answer is almost immediate and without hesitation. he had no shame, no remorse, no fear. he was straightforward and honest to a fault. “i’d never let you down, you know that. and i'd show you what your date should've done.”

your fingers stop picking at your nail polish, your lips pulling into a thin line. you knew rafe was a good friend, he always had been. but boyfriend material? you weren't so sure. you've seen the way he's run through girls like t-shirts; and you refused to be one of his discards. “rafe—” you started, but he cut you off, waving his hand dismissively.

“nah, nah. don’t ‘rafe’ me. i’m serious. you don't wanna date me? fine. understandable. but at least let me help ya out. y'know, as your friend. i could be uh...setting a standard or...whatever you wanna call it. i could give you a better time than he would've.”

you weren't stupid, you knew what rafe was trying to do. it's how he got all of the island girls to flock over him─manipulation. but was it really manipulation if you wanted it too?

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“you taste so fuckin' good. shit — you're drippin for me.” rafe groaned, his eyes trained on drenched folds before they locked on your face, watching the way it contorted in pleasure with every swirl of his tongue against your clit. “feel good, yeah?”

you were only able to force out a few incoherent sounds, the overwhelming pleasure making your brain fuzzy. any guy you've ever slept with never offered or made the slightest effort to eat you out like this. so the new sensation of rafe's tongue had you seeing stars and gasping beneath him. “c'mon, i asked you a question, i want actual words, alright? i want you to tell me how good it feels. and look at me when i'm taking t'you.” rafe spoke against your sex, the vibration of his words making your hips twitch.

“mngh....y-yes.” you breath out, forcing your eyes open to lock to his, “feels good...s'good.” you whimper, glossed lips parting as you stare down at him.

“mmh, there ya go, that's my girl. when i ask something i expect a real answer, yeah?” rafe murmured as two of his long fingers easily slipped into your soaking hole, pulling a mewl from your lips and making your back arch off the mattress slightly. “fuck baby, you're perfect — s'fuckin tight.” he groaned, watching the way your narrow pussy sucked in his fingers, a ring of your slick coating the base of his digits. “y'been giving this pussy to amateurs i bet. don't worry though..i'll stretch ya out real nice.” rafe murmured, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud, your eyes rolling back while his fingers moved in slow, deep strokes, finding the spongy spot that made you cinch around his fingers.

“mgnh...fuck, rafe. i—” you gasp, hands fisting the sheets under you, your words being punctuated by rafe purposely humming around your clit, the vibration making your hips twitch. “mmh yeah i know, pretty girl. gonna cum, yeah? go on baby...make a mess f'me.”

his hands squeeze your thighs as they start to tremble, a loud whine falling from your lips as your orgasm hits, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, glossy eyes squeezing shut. rafe groans against you, lapping your juices as he helps you ride out your orgasm. “yeah, that's it, baby...good girl.”

you felt completely boneless, muscles trembling and skin buzzing all over as you slowly try to come down, catching your breath as he pulled himself up to hover over you, his hand tapping your trembling outer thigh “open up f'me baby.”

your eyes flutter open, thighs shaking as you slowly let them fall open. your eyes half lidded as you stared up at him. rafe groans softly at the sight before him, positioning himself between your legs and slowly slid his leaking tip up and down your glistening lips, teasing your clit slowly.

“fuuuck” rafe groaned as he started to slip his twitching member into your leaking cunt, his eyes fluttering at the sensation of him bottoming out. “shit baby, you're so fuckin' tight...suckin' me in s'good” rafe grunted, his hips starting to snap against yours as he drove his cock in and out, watching your lips part and eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

your head falls back onto the mattress as you mewled beneath him, your lips opening but no words leaving your mouth, already too cock drunk to form any coherent sentences. “bet you needed this, hm? needed this pussy taken care of s'bad, you just had to be fucked by your best friend — you like that, don't you, baby? you like your best friend's cock stretching you out?”

before you could even process what rafe said, the sharp, jarring sound of your phone ringing pierced through the air. the loud and harsh sound causing rafe's eyes to snap up in annoyance, his grip on your hips tightening. “fuckin' christ — who's calling?”

with your brain slowly working to catch up to the situation, the persistent ringing of your phone seemed to finally sink in. your hands fumble around as you search for the phone, eventually finding it. glancing at the caller id, your eyes flutter in surprise, and you let out a whimper, forced to keep your eyes open as rafe's hips continue their relentless rhythm. “w-wait,” you stammer, struggling to catch your breath as you see andrew's name flash across the screen. “i — shit — i need to-”

“answer it.” he ordered, smirking down at you as he watched the name flash on the screen. “let him know your best friend's takin' good care of this pussy.” rafe murmured, noticing the hesitance in your expression.

“wasn't a question.” rafe grunted, taking your phone from your hand without any consent, his thrusts getting rougher as he answered the phone, putting it on speaker. “mmh, y/n's busy. fuck— y'know you're really missin' out though, man. this pussy's a fuckin' dream.” rafe spoke between breathy moans, the sounds of skin slapping and both you and rafe's moans clearly heard on the other end by andrew. “hear that? s'the sound of quality pussy, she’s sucking me in so tightly. bet you wish you were me huh?”

“hey, what is…” andrew's voice comes through the other end of the line, his words trailing off when he realized who he was talking to. “rafe?” rafe's smirk only widens at the sound of the obvious confusion and uneasiness in andrew's voice. “uh huh..” rafe groaned, “fuck man, she's takin' my dick so well; she even makes the prettiest noises f'me wanna hear?” the condescending, almost faux sympathy in rafe's voice was clear, it was obvious he was getting off on this.

he angled the phone closer to your face, making sure the sound of your lewd, almost pornographic moans and whines were clearly heard over the phone. “mmh yeah, all those pretty sounds just for me. but i uh— fuck, she might need to call y'back, man. gonna fill this pussy up soon.”

true to his word, rafe led you through four quivering orgasms after he hung up, letting himself go after your fourth one, his hips stuttering as his cock twitched, his warm liquid spilling inside of you.

“that definitely wasn't our last time...pussy's mine now.” rafe breathed out, collapsing next to you.

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[kissylec]

LOVE YOU GOODBYE — rafe cameron, 11

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[lynnieverse]

like real people do // drew starkey

oneshot

drew stakery x popstar!reader

synopsis: after a little slip up in an interview where you accidentally reveal your celebrity crush, things get a little complicated when someone starts meddling.

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You knew doing the interview was going to bite you in the ass. Nothing good ever came from distracting you with puppies and asking personal questions. So, when the interviewer innocently asked your celebrity crush, you didn’t hesitate to say Drew Starkey. It didn’t hit you until afterward, sitting in the back of your car, debriefing with your assistant. 

“I can’t believe you said your celebrity crush though,” she said, eyebrows raised. Your heart stutters a bit and you quickly whip your head towards her. 

“No I didn’t.” 

“Um…yeah, you did.” Panic spiked through your veins, sweat beading on your brow. 

“Oh shit. Oh shit! Amara, tell me I didn’t say who I’m thinking of,” you grip her arm tightly, eyes pleading. Amara winces and looks at you with what could only be pity. “No!” 

Madelyn was going to kill you. 

You met Madelyn Cline a few months ago at the People’s Choice Awards when you were presenting. You’d instantly clicked and made plans to hang out the next week. Everything was going really great, and you were doing a good job at keeping your little crush a secret. Now, it’ll come out, be circulated everywhere online, and Madelyn’s going to think you’re some crazy stalker. How would she react to you having a crush on her co-star? Definitely not well. 

Amara places a comforting hand on your shoulder, smiling sympathetically. “It’s okay, Y/N, it’s just a silly interview. Nobody will take it seriously.” 

“Everyone will take it seriously! I don’t know why I started fraternizing with actors, I need to stick to my lane.” 

“Hey, why don’t you write a song about it? It might help.” You thought about it for a moment, feeling the familiar bubble of lyrics tickling the back of your mind. Writing always helps you calm down, maybe putting the feelings on paper would make them go away. 

As the car stopped in front of your hotel, flashes from the paparazzi’s cameras were bright even through the tinted windows. You sigh and grab a jacket, wrapping it around your head like a shield, and wait for security to open the door. You ignore the loud shouting as you dash inside, closely followed by Amara and the rest of the crew. Inside isn’t much better, but at least the other guests have the decency to leave you alone for now. 

You sometimes feel bad, often making it up later by signing a bunch of autographs outside, but right now you’re exhausted and embarrassed. The interview threw off your whole day, and you just want to lay in bed and watch trashy reality television. 

Your security escorts you to the elevator, and then does a sweep of your room before eventually leaving. Finally alone, you put on your rattiest and comfiest pajamas, take off all your makeup, and throw your hair up before jumping in bed. You reach for the remote to start your aforementioned binge, but hesitate over the little purple notebook you carry everywhere. Sighing, you know you won’t be able to relax without getting it all out. You dig through your bag and find a glittery pink pen, uncapping it with your teeth and getting to work. 

You’ve never met Drew, not once, but something about him just had you giggling like a schoolgirl. Witnessing his kindness through your constant internet stalking quickly proved to be a bad idea, because now you have a big fat crush on the man and he doesn’t even know you exist. 

Well that’s not true. Everyone knows you exist, but he would never think of you that way. Dating as a popular musician was not as easy as one might think, it’s often too much for people. The words start flowing with ease, filling up the cream pages in no time. 

Gleaming

Twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships

On waters so inviting

I almost jump in

His eyes really are beautiful. So blue, so warm. But the feelings you have aren’t logical, and they’re so exhausting. 

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

He’s the internet's boyfriend right now, edits flying around like crazy. You know dozens of people back home who are definitely salivating over this man. Something about him…you can’t put your finger on it. 

What must it be like

To grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominos

Every silly thought you’d ever had poured out onto the page. By the time you were finished you knew it was a hit. Grabbing your guitar you make a split second decision to tease your fans a bit. Unlocking your phone, you quickly open Instagram and go live before you can stop yourself. Your face pops up on the screen, thousands of people already in and commenting. 

“Hey guys! I just finished a new song and wanted to play a little for you if that’s alright?” You smirk, knowing the answer already. Of course, everyone starts freaking out and flooding the comments with different affirmations and emojis. You laugh, loving every second of it, before strumming the beginning chords on your guitar. 

As you start singing you let your eyes close, feeling each note in your soul, pressing every callus on your worn fingertips. The pacing is a little rough, still getting the hang of the new melody, but you know as soon as you finish that you killed it. So many fans are expressing their love for the song, already asking for it to be out on streaming platforms. Others are curious as to who your muse is, throwing out the wildest guesses you’d ever seen. 

“Chace Crawford?!” you exclaim, face contorted in surprise. “Y’all have a distorted sense of my ability to pull these men,” you laugh in disbelief. Your heart skips a beat when a couple comments actually guess correctly, but don’t react, knowing every single microexpression is analyzed. 

“Alright guys, I think I’m going to eat myself into a sugar coma while watching Love Island, but thank you for listening! I’m glad you enjoyed the song,” you wink to the camera before waving and closing the app. Covering your face with your hands, you fall backwards on the bed, letting your guitar rest beside you. You don’t even want to check social media, already knowing screen recordings of the live will be everywhere. 

Sometimes it’s crazy to think this many people care about your day to day life. The art you create touches lives across the globe. It’s both amazing and terrifying at the same time. 

Not wanting to start an existential crisis on a random Tuesday night, you quickly turn on your show and cuddle up under the duvet. 

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By the weekend the interview was everywhere. You’ve stayed out of it, going pretty much radio silent in response. Many are asking if you’re secretly dating, if you were going to write a song for the new season of Outer Banks, if Drew felt the same way…it’s insane. 

You’d purposely put off talking to Madelyn out of sheer embarrassment. That man was like her brother and you admitted to liking him. Still, it’s time to address the issue head on, so you dial her number shakily. The phone rings three times before she answers, a sweet greeting sounding through the speakers. 

“Y/N?” You clear your throat, reluctant to speak. 

“Hey…” You wince at how rough your voice sounds, facepalming at your own awkwardness. 

“What’s up, girl?” Madelyn sounds normal, but you know she has to be weirded out by you. 

“Um, nothing much, just wanted to talk to you about something I may have said recently.” 

“Is this about the puppy interview?” 

“Yes?” Your voice comes out squeaky, nose scrunched. But Madelyn just starts laughing. You stare at your phone in confusion. What the hell?

“I can’t believe you finally admitted it, and during an interview? That was ballsy as hell!” You slowly start to regain your breath, brain processing her words. 

“You’re not mad?” 

“Why would I be mad?” she snorts.

“I didn’t want you to think I was using you to get to him.”

“Are you?” 

“No! Of course not!” 

“Okay then, there’s no problem.” A breath of relief escapes, and you put a hand on your chest. She’s not mad. 

“Thank you so much for understanding, I really love our friendship.” 

“Me too,” Mads says sincerely. “Now we just have to figure out how to get you two together!” 

Your eyes widen. “What? Absolutely not. This was not an invitation for you to play matchmaker, Mads.”

“Aw man, why not? I could literally get you both in the same room tonight.” Your heart starts beating out of your chest, feeling more anxiety talking about this than being on any stage.

“He’s probably seen the interview by now, it’s so embarrassing!” 

“It’s not embarrassing, Y/N. You’re attracted to the man, it’s not that crazy of a concept! Just give me a chance, please?” 

“Nope. I don’t want to bother him or weird him out. Let’s just do something me and you; are you in L.A.?” 

“Ugh, fine. Yes I’m here, just come over whenever.” You can feel her annoyance across the line, but ignore it. You’re not going to let her meddle. 

“See you then!” Mads ends the call, sending you back into your shame spiral. Every little thing you do is always picked apart and ridiculed in the media, and you’re usually a lot more careful with what you say. The interview slip up is going to keep you up at night for the rest of your life. 

Hours pass waiting for the appropriate time to head over to Madelyn’s house. You decide to dress comfortably, but have your makeup done on the off chance pictures are taken. The drive over is quiet, save for the initial crowd outside your house. How it’s legal for celebrities' addresses to be available on the internet, is something you’ll never understand. 

When you pull up you notice a Jeep in her driveway and shake your head. That girl is always spending money. Your phone pings with yet another Twitter update and you roll your eyes. How can this be the most popular thing in the world right now? You glance at the notification and see it’s Drew’s name that’s trending. Huh. Interesting. 

You decide to follow your instincts and ignore it, wanting to focus on girls night with Mads. As you approach the porch you find yourself nervous; even though she wasn’t mad, you still feel bad for causing such an uproar around her co-star. 

Three knocks later you're waiting outside her front door in anticipation. You find yourself shifting from foot to foot, tracing the cracks in the stonework with your eyes. When the door opens you look up with a smile, expecting Madelyn’s smiling face, only to be met with the very man that had haunted you the past week. You gasp, words catching in your throat as you stare. 

Drew was wearing a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair looked freshly cut into a soft mullet, and he looked just as surprised as you do. You can’t seem to close your gaping mouth, a pained sound escaping without realizing. 

“Uh, hi,” Drew says sheepishly, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Eyes wide, you turn on your heel and speed walk away, leaving him alone in the doorway. You’re fumbling with your keys, cursing under your breath, when you hear a shout from behind you. 

“Y/N!” 

You almost make it inside your car when an iron grip latches onto your upper arm, yanking you back. 

“Hey!” you protest, almost losing your balance as you’re dragged back to Mads’ house. 

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not getting away that easily.” 

“Madelyn Renee Cline, let me go!” You struggle against her grip, but only cause her nails to dig in deeper. 

“You’re not leaving, Y/N, I won’t let you.” She finally stops when you’re once again at the door, but she doesn’t let go. Drew must’ve gone back inside, thank God, but Madelyn is glaring at you. 

“Don’t look at me like that! How could you do this to me?” You give her your most withering look. She rolls her eyes at you, only pissing you off more. 

“Just talk to him. I promise he doesn’t think you’re weird, or whatever you’ve concocted.”

“Well he might now!” 

“That’s your own fault, I can’t believe you ran away,” she snickers, pulling you inside and closing the door. When she finally lets go of your arm, you rub the crescent indentions with a wince. The girl has some nails. 

“Fine. Let’s go.” Mads looks taken aback, freezing in place. 

“Really?!” You give her a pointed look. “Right, be cool. Okay come on follow me, he went back to the living room.” Reluctantly, you do just that, trailing closely behind her. You’re a ball of nerves, and can already feel your stomach twisting to knots. 

Madelyn was right, he was lounging on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling on his phone. When he hears you two approach, his head shoots up and his back immediately straightens.

“Everything okay?” he asks, voice smooth and melodic. Your cheeks warm, and you avoid eye contact as much as possible. 

“Um, yeah. I just–you know.” You jab your thumb back awkwardly, not even you know what you’re trying to say. But Drew cracks a smile, looking at you fondly and nodding along, as if you make perfect sense. 

Madelyn’s eyes flit between you with a wide smile on her face. Not knowing what else to do, you sit down on the couch, as far away from him as possible, and stare straight ahead. Silence ensues, and you have absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. Thankfully, Madelyn breaks the silence. 

“So…want to watch a movie?” 

“Yes!” You and Drew speak at the same time, causing you to stare at each other shyly. Madelyn smirks and comes around the couch, forcefully sitting between you and the arm rest. You shoot her a what the fuck look and she simply shrugs. 

“I like the armrest! Scooch.” Begrudgingly, you inch closer to Drew, who pretends not to notice the entire exchange. As soon as you're settled you sit pin straight, not wanting to breach the confines of your cushion. Drew’s left ankle is resting comfortably on his knee, arm thrown over the side of the couch in what seems to be a very relaxing position. Mads rolls her eyes and pulls out an ottoman, giving you something to stretch your feet out on so you can lean back. 

It takes forever to pick a movie, suspiciously so, but it’s Madelyn’s house and you’re not going to say anything. Once she finally picks Avatar, she dims the lights from her phone and the three of you settle in for what’s going to be a weird couple hours. 

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Everything was going fine, until suddenly Madelyn got tired at nine and decided to go to bed…leaving you and Drew alone. You mentally cursed your friend for putting you in this position, obviously not listening to the blanket “no matchmaking” statement from before. 

You glance at him from the corner of your eye and find him already looking at you. He quickly looked away and started tapping his fingers on his knee nervously. The movie had long since been forgotten and no words had been exchanged. 

“So…” you manage, turning to face him slowly. He smiles at you, running a hand through his hair and making his bicep flex. Your stomach does a little flip flop and your face reddens at where your mind went. Drew smirks like he knows exactly what just happened, but doesn’t comment. 

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” His voice, oh my God. “I’m Drew, it’s nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand to shake, and you clumsily take it, feeling the warmth envelop your palm immediately. 

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you too,” you smile, swallowing the anxiety. 

“I’m a fan of your work, actually, you’re really good.” 

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head. “You listen to my songs?” Drew laughs and shakes his head, shooting you a look you don’t quite understand. 

“Are you being serious?” he leans forward a bit, surprise evident on his face. You scrunch your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re easily the most popular musician of our generation and you don’t think I listen to your music?” You find yourself blushing, and a little flustered. 

“Well, I wouldn’t say the most popular…I have quite a few fans, sure, but not everyone vibes with all types of music. I don’t really know what you listen to, and I didn't want to assume anything.” Drew looks you up and down, seeming to size you up. 

“You’re not at all what I expected, Y/N Y/L/N.” 

“And what did you expect, Drew Starkey?” 

“Well, I don’t know to be honest, but you’re surprisingly humble for someone as successful as you.” You had actually gotten that a lot, although you didn’t think it was being humble so much as being a decent person. You’re still just the girl who grew up in a perfectly normal town, with normal loving parents and a wonderful home. Just because you make popular music doesn’t mean you’ve changed at all. Plus, you know it could all go away with the snap of your fingers. 

“I don’t know what to say, I’m just like everyone else,” you shrug. 

“I beg to differ. You’re…extraordinary. You have to know that?” There goes that damn stomach flip again. 

“Thank you,” you look down at your lap. “I could say the same for you. I love your projects.” His eyes light up at the mention of his work, making you smile in turn. 

“Thank you! I love everything I’ve been a part of, especially OBX. I met my second family on that set, you know?” You didn’t know, actually. Being on the road all the time meant limited options for friendships, and no time for the ones you did manage to keep. Mads is the first girlfriend other than Amara–who you employ–you’ve had in years. 

“Yeah, I love Mads already. I can’t imagine how fun it must be getting to work with your best friends every day…” your voice trails off. Drew seems to notice your shift in mood and decides to change the subject. 

“Hey, why don’t you play me something?” 

You immediately freeze. “What?” Drew smiles and stands up, searching for something. He disappears in the hallway before emerging a minute later with a beautiful acoustic guitar in his hands. You immediately feel a pull to grab it and start playing, but are still confused. 

“Here,” he hands it to you. “I want you to play me something…something nobody has heard yet.” You immediately start racking your brain and decide to take a leap and play something that could get you in trouble. 

“Um…okay. This is something I was actually working on today. It’s not finished but I can play a little.” You nervously pick up the guitar, but immediately relax when you feel the rough strings beneath your fingers. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and try to forget the gorgeous man in front of you. 

In the middle of the night, when I'm in this dream

It's like a million little stars spelling out your name

You gotta come on, come on

Say that we'll be together

Come on, come on

Little taste of heaven

You manage to take a peek at him while you strum, catching him totally entranced by the sound of your voice. A little confidence boost flows through you as you continue the song. 

But you're untouchable, burning brighter than the sun

And now that you're close I feel like coming undone

In the middle of the night, we can form this dream

I wanna feel you by my side, standing next to me

You gotta come on, come on

Say that we'll be together

Come on, come on

Little taste of heaven

You strum a few more chords before stopping, silently waiting for his reaction. He’s staring at you, mouth parted slightly. 

“Another,” he whispers. Surprised, you do what he asks, pulling another unfinished song from the vault in your mind. This one wasn’t about him, not like the last one, but it still applies. 

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask you, neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do

You hum for a little longer, this song actually being one of your favorites. Drew is starstruck, an unknown look on his face the whole time. He seems to snap out of it and clears his throat. 

“Wow, Y/N. You’re amazing…those were amazing. Were they about anyone in particular?” You internally panic, because duh. But you don’t want to weird him out. 

“Um, the first one was,” you whisper, avoiding eye contact. You feel the couch move, and look up to find Drew right beside you. His leg was flush with yours, and he was so close you could see each and every freckle splashed across his cheeks. You also notice his eyes crinkle at the corners slightly when he smiles. 

“Can I confess something?” he says softly. You don’t trust your voice, so you nod once. “I saw your interview.” Immediately, the embarrassment causes your face to turn into a tomato. 

“Uh–about that…I–” You don’t really have an explanation, but you scramble for one anyway. Drew chuckles and grabs your hand, effectively stopping your rambling and making you redder at the same time. 

“Y/N you don’t have to be embarrassed. Did you see my interview?” What interview?

“No? I didn’t know you did one. Should I have?” He squeezes your hand gently and his eyes bore into yours. 

“It would’ve made this a lot easier,” he jokes. “They asked for my response to being your celebrity crush.” Fuck. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause drama for you.” 

“You didn’t, I promise. But do you know what my response was?” You shake your head. He hesitates for a moment before grinning, almost shy. “I said that’s a crazy coincidence because you’re my celebrity crush.” Hold the fucking phone, did he just say what you think he said?

“What?” 

“I think you’re beautiful, talented, kind, and I’ve always wanted to spend time with you. I didn’t think it was even in my realm of possibilities. Then you befriended Mads, and I thought maybe I had a chance…” Your brain must be short circuiting, because no way in hell Drew Starkey just said the feelings are mutual.

“Oh,” is all you can manage.

“Oh? That’s it?” he smiles, intertwining your fingers. 

“I’m honestly so surprised right now, I don’t know what to say.” 

“Say you don’t think I’m a weirdo.”

“I don’t think you’re a weirdo,” you shake your head. 

“Say you’ll go out with me?” his pitch rises with uncertainty, looking nervous for your response. 

“I will definitely go out with you.” Relief floods his features and he tugs you closer, pulling your legs on top of his. 

“That was terrifying,” he says, massaging your calf. 

“I still cannot believe this is happening right now,” you tell him honestly. 

He smirks, leaning in close. “Believe it, baby.” Your heart skips a beat, mind going blank momentarily. 

“I think I owe Mads a thank you,” you giggle. 

“Fuck that, I’m sending her a damn gift basket.” 

“You’re so right, she’s getting an album dedication from me,” you joke, causing Drew to poke you in the ribs. 

“Hey, no fair. She’s going to like that so much more!” he whines. You can already see yourself falling head over heels in love with this man, and that scares you more than anything. 

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” you hold your hands up in defense while Drew rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, let’s just watch another movie.” 

“Sounds like a plan!” you hear from behind the couch. The two of you immediately jump, scared out of your minds, until you realize it’s just Madelyn creeping in the hallway. 

“What the fuck?!” Drew yells, clutching his heart dramatically. 

“You were supposed to be asleep!” You cross your arms, glaring at your blonde counterpart. She sucks her teeth and shrugs, walking over and plopping down on the couch.

“What can I say, somebody had to get you two together.” You share a look with Drew, both of you simultaneously not surprised, but exasperated by her little games. 

“You’re insane,” Drew tells her, taking his spot back on the couch and throwing a pillow at her head.

“It worked didn’t it?” 

Yeah. You thought. It really did. 

[lazysoulwriter]

the guy from outer banks. - drew starkey.

It was one of those cold days, the kind where the crisp air bites at your skin but the warmth of a cozy café makes it all better. You had found your usual corner by the window, the soft light casting a glow on the pages of your book. You were lost in the world of the novel, your mind wandering with every word, until a voice broke the silence.

“Oh, this book’s really good, huh?”

You looked up, blinking in surprise. A tall guy with messy hair was standing there, a half-smile playing at the corner of his lips. You definitely knew him from somewhere, but for the life of you, you couldn’t place it.

“Yeah, it’s amazing. I’m just getting to the good part,” you replied, trying to place him.

He nodded enthusiastically. “I know what you mean. The twists are unreal.”

You smiled, feeling a little more comfortable. Something about the way he spoke was casual, like you were talking to a friend. Before you could stop him, he casually slid into the chair across from you, uninvited but not unwelcome.

“Uh, okay,” you said with a laugh, raising an eyebrow. “But don’t you think you should ask if I mind sharing my table?”

He shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. “I figured it was too good a spot to waste. Plus, you seem cool.”

That made you chuckle. “I’m just reading in peace,” you teased.

“I won’t ruin your peace. Promise,” he grinned. “I’m Drew, by the way.”

You blinked again. Drew? That name sounded so familiar. Your mind raced, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “Wait… aren’t you that guy from Outer Banks?”

His eyes widened in surprise, and then a blush spread across his cheeks. “Uh, yeah. That’s me,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “But please, don’t let that make things weird.”

You waved your hand dismissively. “It’s not weird. I just couldn’t place you at first. But now it’s all coming back to me,” you said, smirking. “You’re the guy who plays… what’s his name? Rafe, right?”

He groaned, rolling his eyes but clearly amused. “Yeah, Rafe. Ugh. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to avoid the Rafe stereotype, honestly.”

You both laughed, and it felt like the conversation flowed easily from there. It was like two strangers had become instant friends, just enjoying the simple moments of the day. The awkwardness melted away quickly.

After a while, Drew stood up, stretching. “Hey, I’m about to head out, but I was wondering if you wanted a ride? I could drop you off at home,” he offered, then grinned. “Plus, it’s a good excuse to ask for your number.”

You raised an eyebrow, considering the offer for a moment. “I suppose I could take a ride,” you said with a teasing smile, “But I’m going to need that number first.”

He pulled his phone out, a little too eager, and handed it to you with a goofy grin. You saved your contact and handed it back, feeling oddly giddy about it.

The drive was smooth, the air in the car just warm enough to be comforting, and you both continued talking. It was so easy, and you started to forget that this was the guy you had seen on TV.

As the car rolled to a stop in front of your building, Drew glanced over at you, his eyes soft but intense. “Well, here we are,” he said, his voice quieter now.

You were about to say something when suddenly, he leaned in, his lips pressing against yours.

It wasn’t just a quick peck. It was a full-on kiss, his hands finding your neck as he deepened it, his lips moving with an urgency that took you completely by surprise. You melted into it, feeling his warmth, the heat of his kiss leaving you breathless. There was a softness to the kiss, but also a hunger. His tongue slid against yours, and it was like your entire body woke up to the moment.

The kiss went on for what felt like forever, the sounds of your lips meeting, his hands sliding to your waist, and the rush of heat that built between you. Finally, he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, both of you panting softly.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and a little breathless, too.

You just nodded, still a little dazed. “Yeah. I’m fine. More than fine,” you said with a smile.

“Good,” he chuckled, brushing his thumb over your cheek before he pulled away. “See you soon, right?”

“Definitely,” you replied with a wink. “Call me.”

As he drove away, you stood there for a moment, still in disbelief about what had just happened. It wasn’t just the kiss, it was the whole feeling—the chemistry, the spontaneity of it all. And as you headed upstairs to your apartment, you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face.

[aias-fxtns]

🩷🥺

✰ 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐣 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

— kook or pogue; doesn’t matter, simply your sweet boyfriend, jj

rating: sfw — cw: slightly suggestive

— boyfriend jj who… insists on physically lifting you into and out of the boat every time, or at the very least holding your hands. the one time you leapt out when his back was turned, you lost your footing and almost tumbled into the water, to which jj was very displeased: “alright, nope, see, that’s why we don’t do that.”

— boyfriend jj who… thinks you’re the funniest person on the planet — the way he cackles at every joke you tell makes you question if it’s forced, or exaggerated at the least, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. your humor matches his so perfectly that everything you say or do he only wishes he would have thought of first. the two of you are constantly a nonstop giggling mess full of silly inside jokes and plain stupidity.

— boyfriend jj who… thrives off of long hugs with you; specifically when it feels more like you’re just holding him. hiding his face in your neck and breathing you in calms his nerves in a way that smoking weed never could.

— boyfriend jj who… is absolutely mesmerized by everything you do; whether that be your makeup (he thinks you’re the artist and the art), or simply steering the boat (the way the wind blows in your hair and the sun highlights each and every shade is unreal). he often finds himself completely zoned out of reality with soft blue eyes as he marvels in awe at everything that is you. he's often chewing the inside of his lip as he stares, quickly averting his gaze to his hands when you look his way, though it’s always so obvious.

— boyfriend jj who… loves when you come to watch him surf, though it’s stressful watching him disappear under the waves for what feels like minutes at a time. but, without fail, he always ends up running to you with a big, toothy smile as he wraps a cold, muscular arm around your waist, pressing wet, salty lips to yours as he beams with excitement: “babe, did you fuckin’ see that?!”

— boyfriend jj who… isn’t too good at saying ‘i love you’ but shows it in everything he does: plucking you random flowers (and weeds, though he doesn’t know that), fixing your top as you chat amongst friends, keeping a hair tie on his wrist because he just knows you’re going to need one, always keeping physical touch with you in some way (absentmindedly twirling your hair, resting your legs on his lap, holding your hand, leaning on your shoulder).

— boyfriend jj who… tries to contain his himself but is more than willing to get in a fight when it comes to you; whether it be one too many comments made about you in order to taunt him or another man’s hand lingering on yours for way too long, jj is quick to set things straight no matter who it puts him up against.

— boyfriend jj who… gets jealous very easily but tries his hardest to control it. before you started dating, he would simply avert his attention or walk away from any situation involving you and a guy, knowing he shouldn’t be jealous but he couldn’t help it. now that you’re officially his, his emotion is worn clearly on his face.

— boyfriend jj who… falls asleep virtually anywhere, as long as you were around. he hates it, obviously wanting to be awake when he’s with you, but the feeling of genuine comfort and safety you give him is nothing like he’d ever felt at home, or anywhere, so he often finds his head on your lap or shoulder, fighting a slumber.

— boyfriend jj who… likes to take off his cap and place it backwards on your head whenever you’re making out, always laughing into the kiss whenever it inevitably falls over your eyes.

— boyfriend jj who… noticed your awestruck reaction to once finding the ‘perfect’ seashell in the sand and now brings you the prettiest, shiniest, most perfect seashells he can find — no matter who it inconveniences: “dude, it’s been, like, twenty minutes! can’t we just buy one somewhere?” pope groaned. “yeah, let me get a fake i.d. and forge a check, too, since we’re frauds now,” jj scoffed.

— boyfriend jj who… has absolutely no filter so he often just says things that you then have to somehow answer for: “is your hair supposed to look like that?” he’d wonder aloud innocently. “jj!” you’d whisper before clearing your throat, “he just means did you have to use any product or-or anything or is it naturally so pretty?”

— boyfriend jj who… remembers all the little things about you, despite his forgetful and oblivious nature, often taking you by surprise when he mentions them: “nah, you won’t like that, s’got peanut butter in it.” or "wait, the same girl who kicked down your sandcastle in third grade? i hate that bitch. sorry, sorry, continue.”

— boyfriend jj who… let’s you fiddle with the numerous rings and bracelets adorning his hands whenever you want, knowing it’s a calming distraction whenever you’re anxious. often times, you’ll be sitting with his large hand on your lap, twisting and pulling at the metal around his fingers as he chatted amongst his friends, completely unfazed by your fidgeting — he’s used to (and loves) it.

— boyfriend jj who… carves the both of your initials into the trunks of numerous tree’s across the island, whether it’s one on the side of a busy street or in the depths of a secluded wood — he likes knowing that you’re etched permanently everywhere.

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[prettyangellllll]

Bangs

Warnings: none, just reader obsessed with his hair

Summary: you are obssesed with rafes bangs and cants stop yourself from running your fingers through them no matter how much it pisses him off

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

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Rafe was all sharp edges and bad intentions, but his hair was soft. Softer than it should’ve been for someone like him, someone who carried the weight of violence in his bones and anger in his blood.

She didn’t remember when the obsession started, only that once she noticed—really noticed—she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop staring at the way his bangs fell over his forehead, the way they moved when he ran a hand through them in frustration, the way they clung to his skin when he was sweating.

And when she touched it? When she got her fingers in it, sliding through the strands, tugging just a little at the roots?

She swore she could feel his pulse beneath her fingertips.

"You got a thing for my hair or somethin’?"

His voice was rough, teasing, but there was a sharpness behind it. Rafe never liked being figured out.

She was lying on his bed, sprawled across his sheets like she belonged there, like he hadn’t just told her last night that this—whatever this was—wasn’t real. That she wasn’t his girlfriend. That she needed to stop acting like she was.

And yet, here he was, letting her touch him again.

"You got a problem with that?" she murmured, her nails scraping lightly against his scalp.

His eyes darkened, a muscle jumping in his jaw. "Didn’t say that."

He didn’t move away, either.

Didn’t stop her when she pushed up on her elbow and swept his bangs from his forehead, smoothing them back just to watch them fall right back into place.

Didn’t stop her when she did it again. And again.

Didn’t stop her when she tugged him closer by the strands, close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips, close enough that she could almost—

"Fuck," Rafe exhaled, voice tight, jaw clenched. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her hand from his hair like he was punishing her. But his grip wasn’t tight enough to hurt, wasn’t tight enough to make her believe he really wanted her to stop.

Because he didn’t.

Because the second he let go, she was reaching for him again.

And the second her fingers found his hair, he let her.

[wolfie200510]

Hi! Can you write about a reader who has eating disorders and Rafe helps her overcome them?

Autor's note: I didn't know much about ed so I have to Google it so I'm really sorry if something is not accurate. I tried my best to write this good and I hope you will like it. Also, I'm sorry you have to wait so long.

You're perfect - Rafe Cameron 💖❤️‍🩹

Pics are from pinterest. Dividers: @enchanthings

Summary: reader who has eating disorders and Rafe helps her overcome them

Warning: eating disorder, bullying, body imagine disorder, mention of drug use (I guess that's all)

You and Rafe are friends since you two are little. Your parents are good friends with his parents so you two always spent a lot of time together. You always played together when your parents were talking about business stuff. As you two grew up, you went to the same school, and you were happy that you two were the same age so you two were classmates too. In primary school, it was just the two of you. Only you were there for each other, you even studied together. But in secondary school, he befriended some other guys, and he started spending less time with you.

You didn’t mind it, you know that he needs guy friends too and you were happy that he found some other friends but you also missed him. You felt like he forgot you. But the truth was far from that. Actually, he started to fall for you and when he realized that he quickly acted and pushed you away because he didn’t want to admit it. Of course, you had some friends too, but you weren’t really close to them.

It also didn’t help that as Rafe drifted from you, people started bullying you. You didn’t understand why they did it. Of course, you weren’t as pretty as the other girls in your class, and you weren’t as skinny as them. Even your “friends” started bullying you. You didn’t want to let their words get to your head, but they did. The more hateful words you get, the more insecure you felt. You weren’t fat at all, you didn’t even have any plus weight, but some people still called you fat and ugly.

This bullying went to the point where you started eating less and less so you can lose some weight and you even started counting the calories. You often skipped meals and always told your parents that you just weren’t hungry. And you did lose some weight. You even started using makeup to be more beautiful, but the bullying didn’t stop. You felt that it just got worser. At first, it was just in school that you overheard people talk about you, then people told it your face and they said that they will never understand how Rafe could still be friends with someone like you, then some people even started bullying you on only.

As things got worser over the years, you were considering that you will tell Rafe about it, but you end up not doing it. You know that he has his own problems, and you didn’t want to bother him with your problems. That was until one day Rafe showed up at your place and he asked for your help. He told you about his addiction and how his relationship got worser with his father. You listened to him as he just talked and talked to you all night as his head rested on your chest, his arm wrapped around your waist, and you were playing with his hair.

“I don’t know what to do, Y/n. I’m sorry that I just dropped everything on you like that. Fucking hell, I’m sorry for everything. That I pushed you away and everything else. I’m sorry I only came to you now, but I didn’t know who else would listen to me” he said.

“It’s okay, Rafey. You know I’m always here for you and you can always come to me” you whispered to him, and he nodded.

“I want to stop with the drugs but it’s so hard. I can’t do it alone. Please help me” he asked you and lifted his head to look at you.

“Of course, I will help” you said which made him smile a little and you smiled back.

‘God, I missed your smile. I missed you so much. I was an idiot for pushing you away. But now that I have you back, I will never let you go’ he thought to himself.

Just as you promised to him that night, you help him overcome his addiction. It took a lot of time, and he fell back to using drugs a few times, but you never give up on him, and he was extremely grateful for you to that. He was grateful that you were there for him. With your help he got better and better each day, and now he has been clean for months.

Meanwhile he got better, you got worser. People bullied you more because Rafe started spending time with you again. You know, he is popular, and you were aware, he is very attractive, and a lot of girls like him. While you were just you. Sometimes, you had the urge to tell him about the bullying, but you never told him.

“I just don’t understand why Rafe likes her. I mean… did he see her? She’s not even pretty” you overheard a girl once, after school.

That girl’s words played in your head constantly and you tried to lose even more weight. You tried to act like everything was fine, but Rafe noticed that you eat less, and you started to skip meals. When he first came to you that night, he noticed how much weight you lost already but he didn’t think much about it. But now that he spent more time with you again, he noticed the change in your behavior and your eating habits.

As days passed, Rafe had enough. Whenever he asked if you wanna go out and grab some food, you always come up with some excuse.

Today, the same happened as always. He was at your place, you two were in your room when he asked if you wanna go out to have dinner, but you said no. You were sitting on your bed with a book in your hand as he was standing in the middle of the room.

“Why?” he asked you when you declined his offer again.

“I’m not hungry” you said and shrugged your shoulders.

“That’s a lie” he said “You didn’t eat anything today”

“I did it” you protested.

“Yeah. What did you eat?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, but you couldn’t answer to that, so you avoided eye contact and tried to focus on your book again.

He sighed and sat down next to you, taking the book from your hand then he placed a hand on your thigh.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly.

“Nothing” you said quickly. Maybe too quickly.

“Please tell me, Y/n. You helped with my addiction. Whatever the problem is, let me help you. Please” he pleaded to you, but you shook your head.

Rafe opened his mouth to speak again but your phone buzzed with a notification. You know, it’s probably another hateful message from someone so you quickly reached for it, but Rafe was faster and grabbed your phone. When he saw the message his eyes darkened.

“Who wrote this?” he asked, his voice dripping with anger. He knew that he will make that person pay whoever wrote it.

“I don’t know” you mumbled.

“You don’t know?” he asked angrily but then he took a deep breath to calm himself.

You took your phone from him with a sigh and opened all the messages. He saw one message, so it wouldn’t change anything if you tell him the truth. You handed him your phone and he read every single message, and you see how his eyes darkened as he read more.

“How long this is going on?” he asked as he looked up at you and you see the anger in his eyes.

“For a while now” you admitted quietly.

“Why didn’t you tell me before? That’s why you lost so much weight? That’s why you don’t eat properly?” he asked you and you just nodded a little.

“I didn’t want to bother you with my problems” you whispered and turned away from him, but he grabbed you chin and forced you to look at him.

“You will never bother me, okay?” he asked firmly and all you could do was nod again “Next time, something like this happens tell me. And now tell me everything about it”

You sighed and wanted to turn away from him, but he didn’t let you. You looked back into his eyes and his eyes were pleading for you to tell him the truth. You sighed again but you told him everything. How it all started and how it got worser. His heart broke with every word you said. He couldn’t believe that he didn’t notice that sooner. That he didn’t notice that you’re struggling.

“Y/n… None of those things are true. You’re extremely beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on” he reassured you “Don’t you ever starve yourself because of some jealous people” you smiled at his words as your eyes welled up and you nodded.

After that night, Rafe always made sure that you eat properly. He even decided to spend a few weeks at your place to make sure that you’re eating properly and don’t skip meals. He always woke up earlier and made some light breakfast for you. The first few times you didn’t want to eat it.

“That’s too much, Rafe. I’m not hungry” you protested.

“Y/n, please… You didn’t have to eat all of it. Only eat a little please” he pleaded to you, so you started eating what he prepared for you. To your surprise, what he made was delicious. Soon you get used to the fact that he makes breakfast for you, and you start waiting for it because he was always able to surprise you with it.

As you started eating more and more in the mornings, he took that as a step forward. He knew that you wouldn’t get better in a few days. He knew that dealing with eating disorder is not easy, but he desperately wanted to help you overcome it. You still didn’t eat as much as you used to, and you still said no whenever he offered to go out to grab something for dinner. But he was patient, and he didn’t want to force you to eat. He was just glad that, at least now, you have breakfast.

As a few weeks passed Rafe noticed that you finally started eating more. You eat more for lunch and sometimes you said yes when he offered that you two should go out to have dinner. Rafe knew that you’re still counting the calories, but he still took it as a success.

“You know, I’m so proud of you” he said after you come home from a restaurant, and you laid in his arms in your bed while he was playing with your hair.

“Really?” you asked and looked up at him.

“Yes. Really. I’m so happy that you eat more now and that you gained back a little weight. Don’t get me wrong, you’re always beautiful but you are much more beautiful like that” he whispered and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Thanks for helping me” you whispered.

“You helped me too. That’s the least I can do. And soon, you will get rid of counting calories too” he said determined.

Just as he said, he continued to help you and when he bought something for you, he always erased the calories from the packaging so you can’t check it.

“Are you serious, Rafe?” you asked when he did that the first time. He bought you some chocolate and you wanted to check how many calories it contains but it was all black.

“I’m dead serious. Just eat it and don’t worry about the calories” he said seriously.

As the weeks passed, he still did that, and you slowly get rid of the habit of checking the calories in the packaging. As Rafe saw that you stopped looking at the calories and that you finally started eating properly again, he was proud of you, and he was more than happy that he was able to help. The only thing that would make him even happier, if he had the courage to tell you how he actually feels about you. But he was afraid that you don’t feel the same so he decided to keeping his feelings to himself.

[thebestjjenthusiast]

somewhere only we know

02 | 03 | 04

taglist: @amterasuu, @eviepostssometimes, @abslvrs13, @bee-43, @s0phreakingfunny, @pr3tty-pink, @ethanthequeefqueen

[nemesyaaa]

john bbbbbbbbb !!! its such a good day to be a john b girls. everyone IS writing for him 🤭🤭🤭 i love it. love the brat taming and the pairing of bimbo!reader x john b as well as the pogues/kook dynamic where the pogue is the dominant. like come on, this is hooooooot. no kook supremacy ‼️

“Eyes stay on me.” He demands and you nod. — whatever your want babe for real

“Don’t worry princess, daddy can just get you some silk tissues to soak up your tears.” — he's so 🤤🤤🤤 i wanna fuck him even if he's mean

“God, that little pea brain of yours really forgets easily.” — i really gonna cry pls.

His eyes trail down your body and you scoff at him closing it back up. “I’m crashing your little kook party.” — lmfaooooo. not only a daddy in private 😭😭

john b with like..a bitchy!bimbo!kook!reader.

readers all y2k and such a bitch. actually hates john b. all juicy couture suits and daddys money.

That’s hot 🤭

Idk if you want smut or not but I can do this pairing with out it lol I also may have gotten carried away

𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚋 𝚡 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢!𝚋𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘!𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚔𝚎

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You spin around towards the bathroom door to meet eyes with a certain Pogue you’ve come to despise.

You were in the bathroom trying to take a moment to get in a line or 2. If you did it out in the party, everyone would hassle you for some and you were too selfish to give any of your stash out. People always took advantage. The high hit you pretty hard so when you went to take a swig of your drink you stupidly missed your mouth and spilt it all down your dress and track suit. You we so shocked to see him come in you completely forgot you had you jacket zipped down and open.

His eyes trail down your body and you scoff at him closing it back up. “I’m crashing your little kook party.”

“John B get the fuck out of here,” you yell at him and he rushes over clamping his palm over your mouth. You hate him but something tingles in your core at how he towers over you.

“That wasn’t a joke, I crashed I got caught and now Kelce and Rafe are looking for me.” He whispers trying not to get caught, releasing your mouth.

“Least knock first, why didn’t you just leave?” you yelled at him. He frustratingly throws his hands up telling you to be quiet again.

“God, that little pea brain of yours really forgets easily.”

You flinch at the words just a bit. You hated that people thought you were dumb. You couldn’t help the fact you were fun, out going, flirty… and maybe a little clumsy. Your face dropped and looked at him defeated.

“Don’t worry princess, daddy can just get you some silk tissues to soak up your tears.”

“I’m not stupid, Pogue. You’re an asshole for always throwing that in my face. Maybe I want you to get caught.” You cross your arms unintentionally pushing your breasts together. You catch John B’s eyes focus on them again. “And at least I’m not a pervert. Like what you see?”

He clears his throat as his eyes reach yours again. “I mean yeah.” He states it matter of factly not breaking the eye contact.

“I hate you… like a lot.” You move in closer to him, slowly unzipping your jacket again. “But if you want my help, you have to do something for me.”

“Anything. Not trying to get my ass beat tonight. What is it?”

You step up into your tippy toes, mouth meeting his ear. “Fuck me. No one will suspect it’s you in here if they me.”

You slip off you jacket leaving you in your matching pants and bra. You grab John B by the back of the neck taking him with you until you’re up against the sink. He lifts you up onto it, smashing his lips into yours. Your tongues break into each other’s mouths immediately. You only break apart for a second when you rip his shirt off of his body. Your hands roam up and down feeling every bit of muscle on him.

You hop off the sink and pull your sweatpants, next you fiddle with the button of his cargo shorts. You expect him to lift you back onto the sink. But I’m one swift motion he spins you to face the mirror.

“I want you to watch your enemy fuck you.” He says and a dangerous smirk flashes on his face.

He drops your panties to the floor releasing himself from his boxers. With his cock in his hand he runs through your folds, sticking it between your thighs. He moves back and forth creating a friction on your core making your body run hot.

“Eyes stay on me.” He demands and you nod.

Taking his cock again, he nudges your hole with his tip. He pokes you a couple of times using his knees to spread out your legs more. Once they’re spread he jams his entire length into you.

Setting a pace quickly he thrusts into you hard and deep. The only sounds in the bathroom are the soft bass from downstairs, skin slapping, the squelching noise coming from your pussy, and your moans you can’t contain. You clench your eyes tight at the pleasure.

“What’d I say?” He grabs your long hair, pulling your neck back making you open your eyes.

He keeps that position, your back is arched, one of his hand digs into your hip and the other stays tangled in your hair.

You’re getting close, a couple of people have knocked on the door already but stumbled away once they hear you moan. Until this time you hear loud banging on the door and they won’t leave.

“John B, get the fuck out here!”

Shit, it was Rafe. He probably thinks John B was just locked in here hiding from them. Your friend you will you if he found out what he was really doing.

John B goes to stop out of panic. You reach back to tell him not to stop and he listens. It’s part of your plan, your friends know how promiscuous you were, especially at parties. You calling out to him wouldn’t shock him in the slightest.

“Rafey! It-it’s me. No Pogue here, pr-promise!” You shout out and watch John B’s eye widen. You giggle at his reaction.

“Oh. You gotta cool it with these hook ups. I’m going.” Rafe warned, but it didn’t matter, it worked.

John B was turned on by how you seemingly stood up for him. This caused his to pick up his pace even more. It was a brutal beating on your pussy.

Your eyes have been locked in each others this entire time. You’re about to come and you can’t stop the noises slipping from your mouth. He was fucking you so good you didn’t think you could hate him anymore after this. You came hard around his cock and John B followed right behind you, pulling out and coming onto your back.

After he cleaned you up and you redressed you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You’ve hated him for the longest time, you still hate him, he’s still an asshole. Just an asshole who happens to be really good at fucking.

“Let’s get you outta here, Pogue.”

tags + some moots 💗

@rafestoothbrush @weluvwbb @itsforeverandalwayz @butterfly-ibuki @megiiite @maybankslover @siredbtches @bigenergy777 @percysley @aupernatural-teenwolflover @slut4you @rafegf-real @skywalker0809 @snowtargaryen @kieeslove @leather-n-velvet @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @diasnohibng @slut-4-gojo @akobx @jjmaybankmylovee @slurpdew @rafesheaven @cameronsprincess @littlelamy @nemesyaaa @inthelibrarybtw @frankoceanluvr11 @writingroom21 @v3n1ce-bxtch

[bumblesimagines]

Consequences

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Sarah Cameron lives for adventure and the thrill of being free from the bubble wrap but life has a funny way of bringing you back to reality.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical OBX warnings, slight age gap (19 with 23), takes place in s4 but doesn't follow the dumb plotlines, jumps from present to past to present, minor jb bashing cause it's my fav hobby

I gotta start writing for any other OBX character apart from Sarah enough is enough

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"I'm pregnant."

It was her voice and her words, but Sarah barely comprehended them.

Her body was there physically in his house, her figure planted beneath the white archway separating the kitchen and the small living room, but her mind was elsewhere, somewhere on the beach soaking up the sun rays until her skin was hot to the touch.

She was supposed to be there with the others. It was supposed to be a day of relaxing and kicking back. It was supposed to be a good day.

Instead, she stood in a mobile home just off the road leading into town, nestled amongst the trees, staring at a guy who wasn't even looking at her anymore. A cigarette hung loosely from (Y/N)'s lips, unlit and likely forgotten now. The breeze from the ceiling fan whirling in the living room extinguished his lighter's flame but he didn't bother clicking it again. His eyes remained locked elsewhere, processing her words.

She was going to be sick.

Sarah flung the tote back from her shoulder and listened to it thump on the floor as she stumbled toward the bathroom. The door vibrated when it slammed into the wall from her shove, and Sarah barely had time to push her hair back before she fell onto her knees and spilled everything she had for breakfast into the toilet.

Her knees ached from the impact, and she could feel the lines along the tile floor leaving an imprint on her skin, but she was too busy coughing and spitting into the toilet bowl to care. 

Was it morning sickness or nerves? She hoped it was the latter because the thought of already having morning sickness only made her vomit harder. She was left panting and sweating and near tears by the time her body finally relented its vicious betrayal.

Sarah lingered for a moment, waiting for another round of nausea, but she had little in her stomach to begin with. She couldn't eat everything Kiara and Pope had cooked up for them, hell, she could hardly look any of them in the eye. 

She was late by exactly two months, something she only came to realize when she comforted Kiara through her cramps a couple weeks prior while they waited for the meds to kick in.

She waited, expecting her period to kick in the following week, but when it didn't, she bought a pregnancy test at the closest convenience store. She took it as a precaution and searched for other reasons why her period was late. She decided it was because of stress over their new living situation and the bait shop; she was gravely wrong. 

The stick said positive, and so did the following test and the test after that. The cashier looked at her with a mixture of pity and annoyance, as if she couldn't decide whether to be sympathetic to her situation or irritated by her constant hogging of the bathroom.

She paid for all the tests, of course, and sat in the Twinkie for a good half-hour staring into nothing until Cleo called her out of concern. She was out of it for the whole day but if the others noticed, they kept quiet about it. 

So now, here she was, in the bathroom of the guy who knocked her up. 

When she stood, her exhausted, sweaty, and disgustingly drooling face appeared in the mirror. Sarah turned the facet on and rinsed her mouth as best she could, rubbing her chin and jaw until she was sure her skin was red and raw.

She gargled water and spat it back out, repeating the motion two more times because she really didn't want to face (Y/N). She wasn't sure what she wanted to do, and that scared the hell out of her. 

Sarah patted her face dry with the palm of her hand and took a deep, trembling breath breath. She met the gaze of her reflection and wanted nothing more than to cry until the tears stopped pouring.

All she'd wanted was to have some fun, to get over yet another break-up with John B. She thought (Y/N) would be a rebound, basically settled for it after all of Kiara's warnings about him not being a 'relationship' guy, but now... she wasn't so sure.

Despite now being a Pogue, Sarah knew little to nothing about the Cut. 

While Pope, JJ, Kie, and John B drove around effortlessly without even looking at the street signs, Sarah's phone remained glued to her thigh whenever her turn behind the wheel came around so she could hear the GPS clearly. It was embarrassing, especially in front of Cleo who had a legitimate reason for not knowing the lay of the land she'd been living on her whole life.

Pope often told her she'd get the hang of it soon, but he'd been running up and down the streets of the Cut since he was a child. It was easier said than done.

Regardless, she managed to get them to the Boneyard despite the foreign route she had to take and felt pretty damn proud of herself. Kiara laughed at her lightheartedly and joined her arm with hers before they staggered out onto the long strip of beach covered in old and new washed-up driftwood. Dirt became sand and she felt bits of sand spill into her sneakers the further they down the beach they ventured. 

All around them were whooping Pogues, grumbling Kooks, unsuspecting Tourons, red cups being passed around carelessly, and stereos blasting music; it was everything that made up a party in Kildare.

She giggled when JJ suddenly appeared in front of them with cups clutched tightly to his chest as if they were precious gems he had to protect. Kiara affectionately rolled her eyes and helped him pass the cups to everyone before kissing him on the cheek and watching him slip away to join a drinking game with some other boys.

"Kie," Sarah sighed when she spotted Pope teaching Cleo how to do a slow dance despite the quick beat of the song playing. "I can't stand being single around you guys." She jutted her bottom lip out in a dramatic pout and heard Kiara sigh heavily, her tongue lightly clicking in a sisterly way.

"Sarah, I think you should stay single for a while."

"But-"

"I'm serious." Kiara raised her brows and took a big gulp of her drink, her forehead immediately creasing with a cringe. Once the feeling passed, she smacked her lips. "I think it's for the best." 

Sarah groaned, once again overly dramatic, and leaned half her weight on Kiara to fully communicate her discontent with her advice. Kiara managed to remain still and casually took another sip of her drink, her attention more focused on scanning the faces of everyone at the party. Sarah sighed at her indifference and joined her in searching for familiar faces until she caught sight of someone she'd never seen before.

"Kie, who's that?" Sarah tugged on Kiara's arm and dropped her voice into a whisper despite the guy being halfway further down the beach near the rolling waves.

He was ankle-deep in the water and howling with laughter that got louder with each wave that struck his poor, soaked friend struggling to get up. The friend shouted something muffled by the waves and music but whatever it was, it only made him double over and laugh even harder. Sarah couldn't help but giggle at the sight, even if she felt bad for the poor guy whose body kept getting dragged back and then knocked down each time he found his footing. 

"(Y/N)." Kiara answered simply, more focused on her boyfriend than anything else, but then her eyes darted back to Sarah and narrowed with recognition. "No, Sarah, absolutely not. (Y/N) doesn't 'do' girlfriends, okay? He's a strictly casual asshole who breaks hearts for a living. Trust me, you don't want to get involved."

"I can do casual."

Kiara deadpanned and Sarah was fairly certain she briefly contemplated smacking her. "You just said you can't stand being single."

"I can do causal." Sarah reaffirmed and tugged her arm from Kiara's with a confident nod. She'd had plenty of experience, and besides, she wasn't sure how much longer she could take being around lovey-dovey couples without being able to climb into someone's arms. "I'll be fine, Kie. I can handle boys, you know that."

Kiara threw her hand in the air. "Don't say I didn't warn you, then."

Sarah rolled her eyes and took a sip from her cup, coughing roughly when it burned through her throat and chest. It took her a moment to recover but once she did, she handed her cup off to Kiara and made her way over to him. Her fingers raked through her hair a few times to comb down the wayward locks that'd been ruffled by the wind before she reached down to adjust her denim shorts.

Halfway through her stride, she realized she had nothing to say and felt her face burn. Her eyes flickered over (Y/N), searching him for anything to strike up a conversation on until she caught a cigarette pack peeking out from his pocket. "Hey," Sarah greeted him, flashing one of her signature smiles. She nodded to the pack and tilted her head to the side. "Can I get one?" 

His laugh was mesmerizing, so genuine and full of joy. It made her chuckle with ease. (Y/N) nodded wordlessly and fished the pack out, offering it to her before he shuffled further into the water and heaved his friend out of the waves through a mouthful of snickering. 

Sarah wasn't much of a cigarette smoker. She preferred smoking weed or taking an edible with Kiara and JJ on casual days, but she needed a distraction from John B. She tucked the so-called cancer stick between her lips and prayed she didn't make a fool of herself. 

"Have a nice swim?" (Y/N) cackled, and the look between disbelief and mild irritation on his friend's face made her giggle quietly. "Go get a towel, buddy." 

"What do you think I'm doing?" His friend huffed and lightly shoved him before he stomped further up the beach toward a small group of gathered pogues. 

With his friend taken care of, (Y/N) turned back to her, his feet still in the water and an easy-going smile on his face. "Enjoy the show, Cameron?" 

She blinked and pinched the cigarette between her fingers. "You know who I am?"

"Sweetheart, you've been on the news." He laughed and she flushed. Right, how could she forget? Their faces had been plastered all over the local stations when they returned from Poguelandia. "Everyone knows who you are here, anyway: the Kook Princess who betrayed her people."��

"Oh, please," She rolled her eyes. "I didn't betray anyone. The whole Kook vs Pogues thing is so stupid. We live on the same island."

"How humble." 

Everything about him screamed Pogue, she realized quickly. His lazy grin, the casual way he was dressed, the utter relaxation in his body, the air of complete indifference to everything going on. Kooks had a way of always looking tense, like a rabid animal waiting for an unsuspecting victim to maul. 

"And you?" Sarah asked, hoping she could get away with not smoking by acting distracted. "Where do you fit in? Are you the wise guy everyone goes to?" 

"No-" He plucked the cigarette from her fingers and grinned knowingly at her. "-I'm just a guy from the Cut livin' life, just like you and your little friends. Except I don't send the island into a panic every few months." 

Sarah's head tilted back with barked laughter. "Fair, that's fair." Her shoulders shook and she stepped ever so closer, mindful of how high the water rolled up the sandy dunes.

He took the pack from her hand and slipped the cigarette back in before tucking it back into his pocket. (Y/N) moved toward her, his strides long until he was close enough for her to catch the lingering smell of smoke. 

"You didn't come over for a smoke, defector. That much is obvious." He tilted his head, though his grin told her he knew exactly why she'd approached him. "Haven't your friends warned you to stay away from strangers on the Cut?"

"Kie might've mentioned something about you being- what was it? Oh, an asshole who breaks hearts for a living." 

He chuckled. "For a living, huh? If that were true I wouldn't be working at a barbershop." 

"So, you are a heartbreaker and proud of it?" Sarah folded her arms over her chest and arched a brow, attempting to plaster on her most unimpressed look. 

"You're one to talk. If looks could kill, Thornton and Routledge would be getting charged with murder." 

Sarah blinked and then whipped her head around to scan the bustling crowd of partygoers scattered across the beach. Her skin prickled with irritation. Topper and John B just loved to make things difficult for her.

She spotted Topper pretty easily; Kooks naturally stood out with their ironed polo shirts and khakis. He looked away from her immediately and looped his arm around Ruthie who barely spared him a glance. She noticed John B next, finding him leaning against a thick driftwood with his cup still in hand and a hard frown on his face.

Sarah scoffed and looked away when he straightened up as if he meant to walk over and puff his chest out like an idiot. John B was the last person she wanted inserting himself into her business when it didn't concern him. The last time she gave him the benefit of the doubt, he nearly landed himself in jail with battery charges and more threats from Topper.

(Y/N) snorted softly, looking rather amused with the situation. "Trouble in paradise? Are you Kate Winslet stuck between poor DiCaprio and the other fancy guy?" 

"Not anymore." She rolled her eyes and brushed her hair back over her shoulder. There was an ache in her chest, one that gnawed at her heart. "I'm over both of them." At least, she told herself she was.

"Yeah?" 

Sarah raised her eyes to meet his and felt her back straighten. She nodded firmly, a grin spreading across her lips. "Yeah."

John B almost intercepted their walk up the beach. She'd nearly stopped to confront him when she spotted him steadily approaching them from the corner of her eye, but then her beloved Cleo swooped in and they managed to slip away before he could notice them again. She internally thanked her friend and made a mental note to take over some of her chores or help Pope plan the perfect date. It's the least she deserved after sticking with them for so long. 

Despite her long dating history spanning back to her early middle school days, John B and Topper were (regretfully, at this point) the only guys she'd slept with. For the longest time, she never felt comfortable or ready enough to give herself over to someone like that fully.

She thought John B was going to be the one, hell, he even 'proposed' to her at one point but there was always something they never agreed on that'd leave them giving each other the silent treatment. 

She didn't want that. Relationships were supposed to be blissful and content, not filled with small arguments and going to bed feeling exhausted with each other. John B was too stubborn, too headstrong and certain of himself to listen to anyone else; Topper was too snobbish and mean-spirited, even when he had good intentions.

They could eat each other alive for all she cared. She was free and single and enjoying (Y/N)'s presence too much to set him aside for two idiots.

Still, even with the confidence that bubbled in her throughout their conversation and the walk up the beach, her nerves were quick to set in and jitter through her body. The air felt colder and she felt more conscious of every step, every breath she took, every movement she made. Topper and John B were one thing, there was history there but (Y/N) was new, handsome, and with a reputation that seemed to rival hers. 

What if she made a fool of herself? What if she was bad and that was the impression she left on those who lived on the Cut? Her last name barely mattered now. What if- 

"Sarah," (Y/N)'s fingers danced up her arm, his head tilting as he leaned against the passenger door of his car. His eyes flickered between hers with a hint of curiosity. "We don't have to do anything, you know? You want to get back at Routledge? Fine by me. He'll come looking within the hour and you can have your little love confession moment."

"No, no, I don't want a movie moment with John B or Topper or anyone like them." Sarah breathlessly chuckled, goosebumps scattering across her skin from his featherlight touch. "I want this."

(Y/N) was still leaning on the kitchen counter when Sarah stepped out of the bathroom with a faraway look in his eyes. His features were blank, hard to read or understand. It made her all the more nervous. 

"We should really talk about this." She exhaled, voice quiet and soft as she retrieved her bag from the floor and checked her phone for any cracks. 

He finally reacted, reaching up with his fingers to tug the cigarette from his lips and set it aside to roll on the counter. "Yeah," He mumbled, scratching lightly at his forehead and gliding his gaze along the room until it settled on her again. He still looked unreadable, and Sarah wanted to tear her hair out. "What are you planning to do?"

"Uhm," Sarah shuffled her feet and hugged her bag tight to her chest. It was the only thing bringing her comfort. "I... Well, what do- do you think?"

"For starters, you sure it's mine?" She glared at him and he raised his hands in mock surrender, hardly looking guilty. "You live with your ex, Sarah. You can't blame me for asking."

"I've only been with you." As embarrassing as it was to admit, at the very least, he didn't react to the confession. "You can ask Kie or Cleo, I tell them everything... kind of. I-I haven't told them about this.. yet."

"Okay, well, uh.." He took a deep breath and pushed himself off the counter, his arms crossing over his stomach and eyes focusing on the kitchen tiles. "I mean, this is really something you need to think about. You're only nineteen, you have a job where money isn't steady, and you live with a Maybank. I wouldn't say those are stellar things, Sarah. A baby is... a baby. You can't shove it back in when you get overwhelmed."

Sarah arched a brow. "(Y/N), I've been stranded twice, I've gone treasure-hunting roughly three times, I've faced off men twice my age, I've been shot at and actually shot, my brother's tried killing me twice, I lost my family and built myself back up with a new one. I think I can handle a baby."

"All that is crazy and you, I don't know, should write a book about it but... a baby is a forever kind of thing. It's a lifelong commitment. It's not a one-and-done and you get over it with therapy sort of thing." His lips pursed and he rubbed the side of his neck, his nose scrunching up slightly. "You seriously think your friends- who love to drink and smoke and party- will want to deal with a baby? John B definitely won't."

Sarah swallowed and chewed on her inner bottom lip as a heaviness formed on her chest. The Pogues were her family, her only remaining family. Ward was dead, Rose refused to speak with her which left Wheezie unreachable, and Rafe... Sarah could hardly stand to look at him after everything. Kiara and Cleo would never leave her high and dry, and she believed JJ and Pope would do everything in their power to support her.

"They're my family, (Y/N)." She exhaled, finding her voice trembling. "This- This baby has aunts and uncles who'll love it. I-I-I already know JJ will come up with a list of things he'll want to teach them and- and Pope will research everything about caring for a baby and the girls will help decorate the nursery and... and John B will help. He will because he's family, whether we're dating or not. Pogues stick together." 

His lips pressed into a line, nervous. "You're keeping it, then?"

"Yes. Yes, I.. I am. I'm having this baby. I'm having our baby and I don't need your help but I want it. I want your help. I want you to be there when the nursery is arranged; when there are doctor visits and its heartbeat is heard; when a baby shower is thrown at the house or at the beach; and when the baby arrives... I want you there, (Y/N)."

He stared at her, his eyes lingering on her face before they dropped to her belly. She moved closer, tentatively at first as if scared sudden movements would break the delicate moment, and stopped when she was close enough to place her hands on his face. She ran her thumbs over the curve of his cheeks and stretched her lips into a small smile. 

"I know we've only known each other for a few months and I know you don't 'do' relationships but... you've treated me better than most guys I've dated. I think you're going to make a great father and.. I want you to have the chance to be there. It's not ideal, I know, but we'll survive. We'll survive and have something to show for it because we won't be alone. You have your friends, your family, and I have mine. It's not conventional.. but it'll be perfect, I promise."

[dementedkittenribbon]

In love with my best friend

Rafe Cameron x fem reader

Rafe finally asks you out.

CW: Panty stealing, oral male recieving, PnV sex!! (Female is just aesthetic purposes!!!!!!)

“Mmm, Rafe. This is delicious. What do I owe the pleasure?” Rafe had to keep himself from drooling as you licked the ice cream cone. Your heels clicked on the sidewalk as he walked you to his car.

Your cropped shirt hugged your waist as you waited for him to open the passenger door. Rafe waited until you were situated inside before shutting the door. He wanted you to be happy today. After getting all that money, you were the first person he thought of. He wanted to spoil you. His best friend since middle school.

As he drove, you had your legs crossed as you hummed happily. Savoring each taste of ice cream as you listened to lil peep. Rafe wanted to ask you now but he kept losing his nerve.

“So, what’s the deal with uh-Caleb or whatever?” He asked instead and you glanced at him. Your lipgloss slightly mused.

“Colin? Oh, it wasn’t meant to be.” You giggled and flicked your hair out of your eyes. Rafe snorted and let his face fall on your chest for a few seconds.

“Think you can fit in a movie with your schedule?” Rafe gave you a playful elbow and you pouted.

“What’s wrong, Rafe? Are you jealous of all the time I’ve been spending with other people? And not you since you’re rich again?”

He flexed his jaw, used to your bratty remarks but that specific time hit a nerve. Yeah, he was jealous. Jealous of anyone who got to have you or be near you.

He was addicted to you. The way you moved, smelled, talked…everything.

Rafe had collection of panties in his room, all yours when he knew you wouldn’t miss them. His cock was familiar with the lace of them.

“Doll, you’re the only one who gets spoiled by me.” He saw your lips curl into a smirk and naturally, he rested a hand on your thigh.

Rafe tested your reaction, leaving his palm on the meat of your leg. But you didn’t pay attention, as if you were used to such physical displays. That made him feel even more jealous. You being so used to intimate touches that you didn’t even spare him a glance?

His grip tightened ever so slightly as he drove home. Rafe didn’t wait for your answer about the movie. He needed to be around you in any capacity. After he parked, Rafe walked out of the car and opened your door. “Cmon,”

He appraised you as you took his hand as support, standing and you batted your eyelashes. Rafe did smile at the sight of your necklace, two ballet slippers. Dancing was something you loved, were damn good at and he did remember how genuinely happy you looked a few years ago. He gifted you that piece of jewelry. You never removed it.

Later, In his loft, he came to the living room where you made yourself comfortable. Curled up like a kitten as you eyed the selection of films. You subconsciously leaned towards him as he sat next to you on the couch. Rafe kept telling himself, now. Ask her now.

“So. What are you doing Friday evening?” His voice was easy going but not casual. You looked over at him with raised eyebrows.

“Why?” Rafe rolled his eyes. Of course, even when he was trying to ask you on a date, you were bratty.

“Well? Do you have plans?”

You shrugged and he decided to take a more direct approach. Maybe his dick gave him courage or it was being fed up with your flippancy.

Rafe took hold of your chin, turning you towards him and you nuzzled into his palm. His breath caught as you gave him a soft expression.

“I want to take you out. Not like this. I want to take you on a date, princess. I’ve wanted to forever but I was too much of a pussy.”

“Yes.”

Rafe blinked at your response but quickly smiled. “Yeah? You’ll go out with me?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” You giggled and he cupped your cheeks. He moved in, easing his way towards you, caught your lips in a kiss.

Rafe always wondered what it would be like. Kissing your sweet lips. Feeling your tongue against his as he touched your perfect body. He explored your figure, appreciating your curves as he began shifting. Rafe pulled back, hovering over your breathless mouth.

“Not here. I wanna do this right,” Without another word, he lifted you into his arms and walked to the bedroom.

Rafe set you down gently, still standing as you looked up at him, sitting on the mattress. Your eyes were a little glazed, lashes coated with mascara and you glanced at his pants.

“Oh, you want my dick, princess? Where exactly do you want it?”

Your fingers worked to unzip his pants, pulling down his underwear too. Rafe watched you take in his form.

You took hold of the shaft, spitting on the tip and you ran your tongue along the sides with expertise. He shivered and set a firm hand on your head. You sucked the head, moaning as you did it and fondled his balls. Rafe groaned as you took him as deep as possible, your throat bulging and he took the back of your head, pushing it down until your nose hit his stomach.

“That’s my fuckin girl, taking my cock so well. Goddamn, you know what you’re doing,” Nothing could ever compare to your mouth around him. Especially when you pulled off his dick to suck his balls. Using your tongue at the same time and he was seconds away from busting in your mouth. But he pulled you off, watching the spit fall from your lips.

Rafe crawled on top of you, licking the sweet spot on your neck until he kissed you messily. He sucked your lower lip, palming your tits and his hands clumsily taking off your shorts. Rafe kissed down your chest, hauling your shirt off and he sucked your nipples as he exposed them.

“You’re so fucking pretty, needed to taste every inch of you,” He panted and worked his way down your stomach. Rafe let his hands settle on your hips, his fingertips feeling your panties and he pushed them to the side.

“I need to fuck your pussy, baby. I gotta feel you squeeze my dick and cream on it.” He maneuvered your legs, bending them at the knees and he moved upright.

Rafe grabbed his cock, slapping the head against your clit a few times. Smearing the precum and he savored every second as you moaned when he pressed into you. HE felt your stomach bulge from his dick, he saw stars as he thrusted. Your hands moved, not being able to settle anywhere and Rafe lifted you up. Pressing your chests together, your arms wrapped around his back as he got a better angle.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” You whispered in his ear and he wrapped a hand around your throat.

“Is this what you needed? Needed to choke on my dick to quiet that mouth? Next time you wanna be a brat, you’ll just be a little slut for me.” Rafe used his momentum to fuck into you harder, playing with your clit at the same time and you were whimpering. Moaning his name and he wanted to make you cum so badly.

“What do you need, baby?” You shifted your legs higher and Rafe pushed them back. Your eyes squeezed shut and you let out a chorus of pleasured sounds.

“Let go, cum for me, princess. You’re so fucking pretty.” Rafe couldn’t resist meeting your lips as you were pushed over the edge and you gripped his back. Nails digging into his skin and he followed you soon shortly after.

Rafe came deep in you, he watched it from your pussy and he pulled his dick out. Jerked it so more cum decorated your bare skin. You sharply exhaled when he licked it off your lower stomach.

“That was round one, baby girl. Now that I’ve felt that pretty little pussy, I gotta sample it with my mouth too. It’s my job as your best friend.” He gave you an arrogant smirk as you gently smacked his arm.

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framework—

summary: rafe wakes you up with his anger, a common occurrence, though you suppose you put up with it because you love him.

rafe cameron x fem!reader

includes: 18+, no actual smut in this one, but def hints at it, dub-con/non-con, dark!rafe, toxic!rafe, degradation, hints at domestic violence

a/n: sooo, i’ve been gone again, but i’ve got a new bitch as you can see ^^ please don’t hate meeee <3

You were a light sleeper, body constantly ready and alert for any noise— like a mere creak of the floor boards, or the rustling of trees just outside your bedroom window.

However the most common disruption to your slumber was him. Startling you from your pretty dreams, sleep ebbing at your lashes still and a strong need to rub at your poor, droopy eyes.

Rafe was home late, the usual time really, but late for you, way past your bedtime and creeping into the early hours of the morning. His anger chilled the whole apartment, seeping into the walls and the framework, stilling the rooms out of fear they’d anger him more, you were sure.

And your heart dropped, way down to your stomach, a pit forming along with an intense flurry of butterflies. You were nervous— scared? Maybe, you thought whilst you sat up from the comfort of your plushy duvet, inching away from your warm haven, goosebumps trickling slowly up the span of your bare arms.

Rafe had made it to your bedroom, your shared bedroom, though he never really slept in it much— his breathing filled the room, chest heaving and nostrils flared, the door nearly coming off its hinges with the force he used to open it.

You rose to your knees, shuffling to the end of the bed, sleepy eyes staring up at his looming figure, hoping to a god you didn’t believe in that he’d settle down, that he’d just come to bed and all the anger would fizzle out.

A girl can dream, right?

“Rafe, baby, I-I missed you.” You tried, hoping your speech didn’t waver, hoping he didn’t hear the fat gulp you took, readying yourself.

His lip twitched, jaw ticked— a sign. The somewhat calmness before the storm, you thought.

“Shut up.” He spoke, clipped and straight, inching closer to you, clicking his bruised knuckles and wringing his neck out ready for you.

“How many times ‘ve I fucking told you to shut your mouth, huh?” He was close now, face mere centimetres from your own, “wait till you’re fuckin’ spoken to.”

Rafe jabbed a pointer finger into your chest, blunt and painful, your lashes fluttering at the impact, but you managed to steady yourself.

“Now, you gonna let daddy use you, or you gonna be a little bitch about it?”

You shook your head, fervently and shakily and he gripped at your neck, blunt nails biting into your soft flesh, the pads of his fingers pressing into your windpipe, and you clutched at his wrist, scratching, panicking as if it was all new to you. But this was the norm, you were used to this, so why did you always get so scared?

“Speak up,” he huffed with a roll of his eyes, “had no trouble openin’ your fuckin’ trap before.”

“Yes! I-I’m sorry—” you choked out, throat gasping and chest heaving for a little bit of air, just a little, that’s all you needed. “I’ll let you— let you do anythin’, swear!”

A sick smirk lifted the corner of his mouth, lids low, peering down at you— a fox and his poor little bunny, his prey for the taking, entirely and utterly his, to use and to break, just like you promised him, just like he made you promise.

“Atta girl,” he cooed, sickly sweet this time and you almost perked up, your poor clit twitching slightly at his rare praise, but you so wished for more. Could there be more? You thought.

“My little whore, hm? So fuckin’ filthy, baby— just lettin’ me get my dick wet whenever I feel like. Where’s your modesty?”

There’d be no more— your eyes ebbed with tears instead of sleep, watery and glistening, readying yourself for the night ahead.

[kissylec]

LOVE YOU GOODBYE — rafe cameron, 05

pairing . . . rafe cameron x pogue!reader in which . . . being a secret is hard, and even more when prince kook himself is the one hiding you. a bittersweet wheel of emotions comes to you when you decide to put an end to a situationship that is hurting you, not taking into account how difficult it would be to get away from the oldest of the cameron siblings. ch warning .ᐟ . . . curse words

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[wrtzia]

𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 - 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝟷

𝔍𝔍𝔐𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔵 𝔎𝔬𝔬𝔨!ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

⁻ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ ; After a toxic ex tries to get her back, the reader convinces JJ to have a fake relationship, only to keep her ex away for a night. That's what it starts at, for just a night. But then her ex is at every single party, then on social media, and finally it's not fake anymore.

Warning ; mention of toxic relationship, fake dating, small fight, anxiety,

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You were asleep when your phone buzzed, signaling a message. Your eyes scanned the screen and immediately, your chest tightened at the sight of the name on the screen. The last thing you had expected was that ; a text coming from your ex.

If it was just a normal ex with a normal story, you probably wouldn't have minded, but the story behind all of that was darker than that, immediately causing you to send a text to your bestfriend.

user_me ; JJ, I need your help

And immediately, even though it was so late at night, you got an answer, the boy growing curious as to what his dear best friend needed so late, imagining the worst. And he wasn't wrong.

Your fingers were shaking as you tapped out a response to JJ, showing him the text from your ex. You stared at the words for a long moment, your mind racing. Then, an idea clicked—a plan—and you knew what you had to do to stop Aaron from coming after you. You needed to make him believe you had moved on. And that’s when it hit you.

The two of you needed to date. And without a second thought, that's exactly what you told JJ.

jj ; What ?

user_me ; If we're dating, he will leave me alone. Just for tonight. Please

Convincing the boy was pretty hard, thinking your idea was crazy, but eventually, as he noticed your determination and how much it mattered to you, he accepted.

And that's how the two of you ended there, standing together at the midsummer party. JJ didn't fit in, the awkwardness showing on his face. He always hated Kook, kook parties even more. And nonetheless, here he was, standing in a bunch of them, you by his side.

Compared to you, the way he was dressed was ridiculous. You were wearing a long green emerald dress, your shoulder showing and a necklace decorating the cleavage of your dress. Your wrists were both honored with bracelets, each having a different story. Him, he was simply wearing a costume, one not so fancy with a bow tie. It was slightly messy, clearly had already been worn before.  Around everyone dressed so nicely and fancy, he sure looked basic.

The blond beside you was looking around, trying to find the one boy who made your life hell. His eyes landed on him, Aaron, hanging near the bar. Almost as a reflex, his arm snatched around your waist, bringing you closer, "he's here."

And you nodded, Aaron's presence being the first thing you had noticed here, the way he was walking as if he was the best person on this island. As if he was a good person.

JJ noticed how you seemed lost in your thoughts, his eyebrows furrowing when he realized what you were staring at. "Hey, you're safe with me. Let's just enjoy the night." his eyes scanned the different people here, all kooks except for the waiters. "..Or try to enjoy it.."

A slight giggle escaped your lips, finding the way he was so uneasy near Kooks amusing. "oh yeah, spending the night with Kooks is such a nightmareeee." at your words, JJ rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. He didn't have the time to answer before a pair of black hair interrupted you two, saying your name in a voice you knew too well.

"It's been a while," he tried to grab your hand, causing you to hide it behind your back, the second one finding room in JJ's calloused hand, "I sent you a text, you didn't get it ?"

"She did, just didn't want to answer you."

Aaron's head snapped towards JJ, anger immediately filling him when he saw the blond, the one who helped you get away from him. "You. What are you doing here ? You're just a poor dude."

You felt his grip on your hand going tighter, causing your thumb to rub the back of it. You probably should but you were incapable of talking to him, your mouth so dry from anxiety, not letting a word leave.

Just like he could sense it, JJ gave you a reassuring look, letting you know he would take care of it, not afraid of protecting you. "Like ya can see, we're dating. I'm her date tonight."

It's like his eyes' color changed, his expression darkening even more and his hands going into fists at his side. Suddenly, you felt as if he was about to kick or scream at you. You felt as if he had power over you again, just like when you used to date, just like when he used to lay hands on you.

"Dating ? Why would she date a piece of shit like you ?"

And your best friend shrugged, "Well, she dated you. Next to you I'm an angel."

You barely had time to blink before Aaron's fist was in JJ's face, the boy's head snapping to the side, his hand finding his now red cheek. With a last insult thrown towards JJ, the black haired boy left, making you reach for your best friend. "Are you okay ??"

"...Yea, yea don't worry. I survived worst than a dumb punch."

Your eyes softened, guilty taking place inside of you. A part of you wanted to stay here, loving to see the jealousy in your ex's eyes, the anger every time he looked at JJ. But the second part of you just wanted to take care of your best friend, to bring him home and make sure he's okay.

Sensing Aaron was still staring, you put a chaste kiss on JJ's cheek, your cheeks slightly turning pink and your heart beating just a bit faster, the boy's eyes widening before you whispered in his ear. "Fake dating, remember."

And he smiled, arms pulling you in a hug. You tried to let yourself relax in his arms but no matter how hard you tried, your eyes stayed fixated on where Aaron had disappeared. Your heart was beating extremely fast, the music around suddenly diminishing as everything around disappeared. Your ears were thumbing, your eyes turning closed as flashbacks of your past relationship ran into your head.

You were torn between guilt from involving JJ in everything and gratitude towards your best friends, the one who, like always, was there for you. Your eyes opened again, eyes finding the boy's blond hair. A sigh escaped your lips as you forced yourself to relax, doing your best to put every bad thought away and focus on the boy in your arms.

Tonight hadn't gone like you expected, but it could turn even better, relaxing in your best friend's arms as you were now done with your ex, for good.

Or that's what you thought.

Here we go. I was honestly so excited to post this one ! Please let me know what are your thoughts on it !

Please mention any spelling mistake or any amelioration you would have !

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