#outer banks x reader

[rafecameronssl4t]

Playing with fire || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: inspired by a scene in one tree hill when Lindsey confronts Peyton asking her if she called her a bitch 😛

Warnings: bitchy!kook!reader

Word count: 1,153

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The golden hour settles over the country club terrace, bathing the manicured lawns in a soft, amber light. You’re seated at the usual table, legs crossed elegantly, one hand wrapped around the stem of your cocktail glass while the other rests on your lap. The ice cubes in your drink clink softly as you swirl them, but you’re only half-paying attention.

Kelce is in the middle of recounting some ridiculous story, one that has Topper throwing his head back with laughter. Rafe sits beside you, slouched comfortably in his chair, his phone resting on the table with Sofia’s name occasionally lighting up the screen. You glance at it briefly, your stomach twisting in annoyance.

She’s not here yet, thankfully. You can enjoy the moment while it lasts—Rafe relaxed, laughing softly at Kelce’s story, his blue eyes glinting in the fading sunlight. He looks so good it’s almost infuriating. Every time you glance at him, the ache in your chest sharpens. Best friends. That’s all you are. But lately, it’s been harder to keep that title from feeling like a curse.

The problem isn’t just Rafe. It’s Sofia. Sweet, doe-eyed Sofia, who’s too soft-spoken and out of place to ever truly belong on Figure 8. You’d made that perfectly clear the other day over drinks with your friends, letting your thoughts spill with a sharp tongue and a sense of superiority that came as naturally to you as breathing.

You thought it was harmless, just blowing off steam. But apparently, Sofia heard. The sound of heels clicking against the terrace pulls you from your thoughts. Your eyes shift to the figure approaching your table, and your heart sinks just a little. Speak of the devil. Sofia’s making her way toward you, her expression set in a determined glare. She’s wearing a sundress—simple, feminine, and so very her.

Her gaze flickers briefly to Rafe, who hasn’t noticed her yet, then zeroes in on you. She stops at the edge of the table, her arms folded tightly across her chest. “Did you call me a bitch?” she asks, her voice trembling but clear enough to cut through the chatter around you. The conversation at your table dies instantly.

Kelce and Topper glance at each other, their amusement shifting into intrigue. Rafe looks up slowly, his brows furrowing as his attention shifts from his phone to Sofia. You, however, stay perfectly composed. “Bitch?” you echo, letting the word roll off your tongue as if it’s foreign to you. A soft chuckle escapes your lips, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

“No.” You shake your head slowly, feigning innocence. “No, I didn’t call you a bitch.” Relief flickers across her face for a brief moment before you lean forward, resting your elbows on the table. “I said I didn’t like you,” you continue smoothly, your voice dropping to a low, saccharine tone as a small smile curves your lips.

Her throat bobs as she gulps, and you catch the faintest flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. It’s satisfying in a way that makes your blood sing. The corners of your smile lift just a little higher. Sofia shifts uncomfortably, clearly flustered but unwilling to back down. “Why?” she asks, her voice cracking as she forces the word out.

You tilt your head, considering her for a moment. The silence is palpable now, stretching taut across the table. Kelce leans back in his chair, his gaze darting between the two of you, while Topper watches the scene unfold with poorly concealed glee. Rafe, on the other hand, sits stone-faced, his expression unreadable.

“Why don’t I like you?” you echo, tilting your head like you’re genuinely considering the question. “Where do I start?” Your tone is sharp but playful, as if you’re enjoying every second of her discomfort. Her lips part, but no sound comes out. She glances at Rafe, her eyes silently pleading with him to intervene, to defend her, but he doesn’t. He just watches, his hand idly turning the glass of water in front of him.

You take her silence as permission to continue. “Look, Sofia, you’re sweet. I’ll give you that. But you’re exhausting,” you say, your words sharp but delivered with an almost playful air. “This isn’t you. You don’t fit here, no matter how hard you try. It’s like…watching someone play dress-up. Cute, but a little pathetic.”

Her face flushes bright red, her composure slipping as her nails dig into her palms. “You don’t know anything about me,” she snaps, her voice trembling. “Maybe not,” you admit with a casual shrug, leaning back in your chair. “But I know enough to see through the act. You’re trying too hard, Sofia. And honestly?” You glance at Rafe, just long enough to make her notice, before turning your gaze back to her.

“It’s painful to watch.” The tension at the table is unbearable now. Sofia’s breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling as she struggles to hold herself together. “Rafe,” she says finally, her voice breaking as she looks at him again. “Are you really not going to say anything?” Rafe exhales slowly, his gaze flicking to you before settling on her. “Sofia, I don’t think this is the place—”

“No,” she interrupts, her voice rising. “She’s your best friend, and she’s sitting here humiliating me, and you’re just going to let her?” The frustration and hurt in her voice make something twist in your chest, but you bury it deep, keeping your expression carefully neutral. Rafe’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t respond.

Her eyes well with tears, but she blinks them back, taking a shaky step away from the table. “You know what?” she says, her voice trembling but still sharp enough to cut. “You two deserve each other.” She turns on her heel and walks away, leaving the table in heavy silence. Kelce clears his throat awkwardly, muttering something under his breath to Topper, who smirks but says nothing.

Rafe remains silent, his eyes fixed on the spot where Sofia had been standing. You pick up your glass, swirling the liquid lazily as you glance at him. “You okay, Cameron?” you ask lightly, your voice breaking the tension. His eyes snap to you, and for a moment, you think he might actually say something. Call you out, maybe. Defend her now that she’s gone. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he shakes his head. “You’re a bitch, you know that?” You grin, raising your glass in a mock toast. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

[robinsgrl]

kildare nights. fifteen, buzzballs. previous ! next

gold at hand and no more treasures to hunt, the freshly graduated treasure hunters are left to deal with the simple life. as simple as a certain level of fame and millions of dollars in the obx can get you, at least.

an. this week has felt like a year lol. love yall fr. your kindness makes my day

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[shrimpybbq]

some thoughts about drew giving obx actress!reader princess treatment

ok fr drew is the best boyfriend, like to the point of being almost overbearing. he's always so attentive to obx actress!reader, making sure she's happy, fed, comfortable, etc. sometimes he feels like he was put on the earth to be by her side. he's also sooooo touchy and affectionate (not that he wasn't before when they were 'just friends'). everytime any fans snap a picture of them on the street he has an arm around her shoulder, a hand clasped tightly with hers, or the absolute fan favourite, a hand in the back pocket of her jeans. and it's like that allllllllllll the time. drew literally refuses to be physically separated from her if they're in the same vicinity.

drew does feel bad for how long it took for the two to get together, but also obx actress!reader doesn't hold it against him - they both were part of the reason it took literal years to be a couple. their family and friends are just so glad that they don't have to watch them pine over each other anymore. drew's parents literally cry when she turns up at christmas as his gf this time, not just his best friend.

some things he does for her as part of the princess treatment:

picks up her favourite food or drink on the way home from set

does face masks with her

100% gives her foot massages after a long day

scalp massages!!!!

always walks on the side of the path closest to the road

randomly texts her cute little messages

never uses his instagram unless its to repost a story of her winning an award or to promote her new work

this man is just a puppy around his girl, big doe eyes looking at her whenever she talks

likes to trail behind her as they walk through crowds, firmly holding onto her hand

side note: if anyone hits on her (or even looks at her in the wrong way) in front of him, drew fully adopts a rafe-esque glare and scares them off, only to look at obx actress!reader innocently as she looks at him confused

so sorry to the anon who requested this as i lost the request in my inbox but here you go! enjoy!!!

[judesgfirl]

got a boy back home in michigan — a rafe cameron smau

fratboy! rafe x sorority! reader

series | masterlist

summary - rafe cameron , UMich’s star hockey player and fratboy, clashes with Y/N, a sharp-tongued sorority girl, after a messy party encounter. through chaotic group chats, greek life drama, and unexpected moments, their love-hate rivalry turns into something neither expected. collage just got a lot more complicated.

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a/n — ahhhh tbis is so scary but hi!!! this is my first ever smau series and im so nervous 🫠🫠 this is heavenly inspired by the fics of @edwardslvrr , @robinsgrl and @zyafics ! im also a big hockey fan so yes umich players will be featured (luke hughes mostly) 😞😞 i hope u guys enjoy!

[obxsummer]

i love you // ghost of you

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader

summary: finding the blue crown would mean saving poguelandia, sending groff to prison, and a final win for the pogues. but sacrifices must be made, and winning never comes without a price.

warnings: usual obx angst, cute flashbacks that might make you cry

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Savannah, Georgia held so much warmth and newness as you walked down the cobblestone streets with JJ. The two of you had talked about this getaway trip for a while now, and while JJ wanted to surf, you wanted new scenery. You wanted somewhere new that the two of you could claim and experience for yourself.

So, here you were. A small chunk of gold turned cash that allowed the two of you time away from the chaos that awaited at Poguelandia 2.0. You didn’t care where you went, in all honestly, so long as you did it with JJ by your side. 

Moss covered trees distracted the sunlight, dipping the two of you in and out of the golden rays as you continued with no real destination in mind. The humidity warmed your skin, but you paid it no mind. 

“Wanna go on a ghost tour?”

You laughed loudly at JJ’s question, bumping into his side purposely. “We’ve hunted how many so-called fake treasures and you wanna go on a ghost tour?”

The blond boy shrugged, delighted to see so much joy and carefree on your face. “I just wanna be with you. Don’t care what we do.”

The statement was sickly sweet and you couldn’t believe your once reckless boy had melted into the one next to you. You paused, your eyes catching sight of a store sign and a well-lit OPEN in the window. “Anything?”

JJ paused, watching your expression carefully. He’d treated you so fragile these past few weeks/months after you’d gotten out of the hospital before you made him swear to not look at you like a pane of cracked glass. “What are yo-”

“Get a tattoo with me?” 

JJ swore your smile would make him do anything in the world. “Yeah, gorgeous. Let’s get tattoos.”

The statue was much more massive than you anticipated, towering above you in every way. The wind was relentless against your skin and every breath burned your throat with sand. 

“Come on, we’ve gotta try this before the storm hits,” John B shouted over the wind rushing in your ears. You could hardly hear him even with his increased volume as you, Kie, and Sarah followed the boys up the hill. 

The rocky terrain shifted under your feet and you cursed as you lost your balance, nearly tumbling into Sarah’s back before JJ’s hand wrapped around your wrist in precaution. 

“The crown must be inside it, yeah?” Rafe asked as you all came to a stop on more solid ground. You sighed, looking at the climb that would be ahead and wondering how the hell you guys were going to even know where to start.

“Get down!” JJ was pushing against your back with zero explanation just as a large cloud from the sandstorm kicked up and nearly took you all down the hill with its force. Pulling the neck scarf over your mouth, you were suddenly glad Cleo had the mind to grab protective eyewear for all of you with the way things were looking. 

You could barely make out Rafe saying he was going up to scope it out, which apparently, JJ wasn’t having. “Hell no, I’m not leaving it up to him. I’m going.”

You grabbed his hand to stop him from walking before turning toward your brother. “Get Sarah and Kie out of here, check on Pope and Cleo.”

John B shook his head. “No, you’re not staying up here-”

“John B, go!” You left no room for argument and started up the base of the statue with JJ, missing the way John B rolled his eyes and huffed before tugging Sarah into his side and starting back down with Kie following. The latter called out that she would try to find Pope and Cleo as soon as she made it back to the lower ground where the wind hopefully wouldn’t be as powerful.

JJ kept a tight hold on your hand as the two of you scaled the remainder of the climb to where Rafe was waiting at the base of the statue. The Cameron boy had managed to get up one level of the condensed rock before stumbling and losing the grip from his bleeding hand. 

“I can’t get up there, not with this hand!” He explained when he caught sight of the two of you. 

“I got it!” JJ was volunteering before you even had a chance to speak up. 

You pulled on his hand, turning him toward you. “What are you doing?”

“I gotta go, I gotta get up there,” He repeated as he pointed up the rocky structure in front of him.

The wind shoved at your back, a reminder that this sandstorm was only beginning. You shook your head. “JJ, no! We should wait it out, it’s way too dangerous!”

Your blond boy pulled you in for a hug and you hesitated for a split second, heart racing in your chest at the thought of him navigating this storm. JJ pulled back to kiss your forehead and squeezed your shoulders in reassurance. “I got this, okay? I’m the one who got us in this mess, I gotta fix it. Let me take the risk for once.”

Tears burned your eyes as he turned to walk away. You hated watching anyone put themselves at risk for treasure hunting, especially JJ. But he was right, with the mercenaries surely behind you, there was only so much time you had before they caught up and beat you to it. 

“Be careful!” You shouted after him as he grabbed Rafe’s shirt. The duo seemed to exchange a short conversation, one you could only imagine what JJ had to say before he was clapping the other boy on the back. 

You took a few steps backward, Rafe coming closer as the two of you watched JJ scale the side of the statue as fast as he could. Taking a deep breath, you nearly threw up when JJ’s hand slipped as the rock splintered apart beneath his grip. He barely faltered though, launching his weight up in a skilled movement that had you questioning where the fuck he learned to rock climb in his spare time. 

“Didn’t know he could be this coordinated,” Rafe joked next to you and it was enough to make you smile despite the nerves swirling in your stomach. He was right, JJ had never been this coordinated in anything he did. The face-planting occurred more than often and clearly, his balance was never steady. 

“You dumbass!” You laughed to yourself as you watched JJ eat shit in the sand as he tried to run to you while holding his surf board. He had ungracefully face planted when the strap pulled on his ankle the wrong way, sending him tumbling into the soft sand below.

He popped up looking like a sandy golden retriever, only his bruised ego as an injury. Spitting sand from his mouth, he tugged the ankle strap off and discarded his board before continuing on his path toward you. 

“Are you okay?” You asked around infectious giggles, the sight of his bare chest covered in the texture still funny. He seemed to ignore you and scooped you up without a word, causing you to yelp, “No! JJ, put me down!”

You squirmed in his grip as he took off toward the water with devious intentions, his own smile forming as you held him tightly. “Hold your nose, babe!”

You barely had time to follow his instruction before he dunked both of you underwater, the salty waves crashing over your heads. After a moment, you swam back to the surface with a gasp, wiping your eyes as best as you could until you could see him floating in front of you.

“Oh, you’re so in for it, Maybank.”

“Is that a promise?”

The next few minutes felt like hours as you watched JJ’s careful movements. Rafe kept glancing over his shoulder, which didn’t help your anxiety in the slightest. One misstep, one minute taken too long and you could end up with a bullet through your back. 

“Shit, they’re here.”

You followed his gaze to see the dark figures approaching the base of the hill, their weapons loaded carefully. “Shit.” You turned back to see JJ still prying at the rocks in search of where the crown would be stored. He was on the neck of the lion figure now, higher than you’d ever realized. 

“Hey.” Rafe grabbed your arm with a gentle hold, something he’d never done and it made you dizzy. “Stay here. I’ll go down and buy us time.”

You shook your head instantly. “No, no. Rafe! Are you crazy? They’ll kill you.”

If you blinked, you would’ve missed the small twisted smile on his face. “I’m a killer too. You said it yourself, you knew. I’ve got nothing to lose!”

Without another word, he squeezed your arm lightly before taking off down the hill until you could barely see him in the mess of sand. You shivered with nerves and turned back to JJ. His hands were slipping into the cracked features, fingers searching for any kind of hint of the crown. You knew telling him they were coming would only stress him out, so you kept quiet as he moved.

“Hey, I think I found something!” He struggled to remove the eye before the rock shifted and broke into pieces as your feet, adding to the mess of sand and debris piling up. He shifted his stance to the top of the head so he could lean down and reach into the statue. 

His yelling wasn’t understandable as the sandstorm made it nearly impossible to see or hear. You yelped at the near loss of balance and tried to catch sight of him. “JJ, we gotta go! This isn’t safe!”

He was suddenly in front of you, practically bouncing with adrenaline. You looked down toward his hands where a crown figure was being held tightly and you swore your heart was in your throat. 

“Holy shit. You found it!”

“I found it!” He yelled back, hands shaking as he secured the object before grabbing your hand in his. “Let’s go!”

A gunshot rang out just as you two took off, JJ in the lead as you practically slid down the sandy hill. Your chest heaved with the movements, sand filling your airway as you tried to keep up with him. At some point, JJ’s hand slipped from yours as you made a sharp turn, your knees hitting the ground as you lost your footing.

You coughed, trying to find where JJ had stopped, and struggled to get to your feet with the wind wrapping around like a vice. “JJ!” 

Managing to find a wall with your hand, you kept your fingers against it to follow down a set of stairs into a clearing before taking a second to breathe. Pulling the neck scarf down, you shifted your backpack off in search of a water bottle, managing to crack one open and soothe your dry throat. 

You took a moment to catch your breath before securing the water bottle and getting to your feet. JJ had to be close, and even if he wasn’t, you still needed to find the others, which wouldn’t be easy unless you guys had phone service here, which you doubted. International plans weren’t on the top of your head when you were running for your lives.

“Well, look what we have here.”

There was suddenly an arm against your throat as your back collided with the rough surface behind you, the familiar pain rattling your spine as you winced. You nearly screamed before another hand covered your mouth, preventing any noise from coming out.

Groff’s familiar face was inches from yours, a gleaming knife in hand as he pinned you against the wall with a vengeful look in his eyes. “Shh, don’t want to spook me with this in hand, do you now?”

You glared at him with as much hate as you could muster up, eyes unconsciously searching for a way out of this. The second your leg shifted to kick him, the knife was poking at your abdomen and you froze.

JJ’s voice entered the space not a second later, your name echoing in the silent area before he caught sight of the scene. His hair was so chaotic and his eyes wide as he stared at you and his so-called father. He swore his heart stopped beating and all he could do was freeze in his spot to make sure he didn’t piss off Groff into making the wrong move. 

“Let her go,” JJ’s voice was direct and steady, like the love of his life wasn’t at knife-point and you wondered where the hell this conversation would go.

“Stop right there,” Groff called back as JJ took a few small steps toward you. The pressure on your neck was pushing against the previous bruising and it took so much effort to get a strangled breath in your lungs. “You know what I want.”

When JJ didn’t move, Groff added pressure to the knife near your side and you could feel it digging into the fabric of your clothing. The slightest wince on your face answered JJ’s question and he was lifting his arm to offer the crown in exchange. 

“You could’ve stuck with me, JJ. Think what you could’ve had.” Groff whined and you rolled your eyes at his pathetic attempt to sway.

“You would’ve killed him,” You rasped out, pulling the attention back to yourself. “You’re nothing but a liar.”

A beat of silence followed as Groff stared you down. There was nothing more you wanted than to watch him rot with the karma he deserved. How he’d managed to do so much damage to your group in such little time, you didn’t know. 

“I already have everything,” JJ interrupted your stare down, as he held the crown toward the man in front of you. “She’s everything to me. I have everything I’ve ever wanted, there’s nothing you could give me to make me even consider leaving her. Things you’ll never have. So let her go, and I’ll give you the crown.”

Groff’s hand left your throat as he reached out and in a split second, you were throwing yourself away from him and into JJ’s arms as he tossed the crown.

“You’re okay, I’ve got ya,” JJ shushed your yelp at the quick exchange, tucking your head against his chest as he held you tightly. His hand was warm against the pain of your back, the two of you taking the small chance to reassure each other. 

“JJ.”

The smile on said boy’s face dropped as he looked away from you to face the man ahead of him, the happiness practically draining from him. He tried to shift around you, but you refused to move away from him and simply turned in his hold to look at Groff yourself. Your heart was racing in your chest, but you weren’t ready to let Groff off so easily. 

“It’s a shame,” Groff sighed like he held an ounce of sympathy. His eyes shifted from JJ, to you. “I never did want a daughter.”

The pain was instant in your side, and you stumbled back against JJ as Groff closed the distance between the two of you.

“No!” JJ tackled him within a second, the man’s grip on the knife that was lodged in your side disappearing as the two collided on the ground. 

You stumbled back in shock, your hand moving to hold your side where the blade was still embedded before easing yourself to the ground. You tried to breathe through the pain despite your head being filled with yelling from Groff and JJ.

Pope’s voice filtered in the back of your mind, telling you not to pull it out in case it bled more and you whimpered as the pain grew even further. 

“No, no no, stay awake, hey.” JJ was in front of you seconds later, his hand landing on yours to apply pressure. “Don’t move, don’t move.”

“J?” You whispered quietly, hissing when he pushed down harder. It was getting harder to get air into your lungs with each breath.

“Sorry, shit. I’m so sorry, just hold on. John B!” JJ’s voice cracked as he yelled out for your friends. Your eyes felt heavy with each blink and you didn’t know what to do.

“JJ, look at me.” You reached up to hold his cheek, forcing a bit of a smile on your face. “It’s gonna be okay, yeah?”

Tears streamed down his face as he looked back at you. “Baby, respectfully, shut up. You’re gonna be fine, okay? Do not talk to me like it’s the last conversation we’ll have.”

A broken laugh followed his words. “Oh no, I’ll haunt your ass forever, you can’t get rid of me.”

He leaned down to kiss you softly, brushing hair from your face. “Don’t wanna ever get rid of you, sweetheart. Never ever.”

Your vision blurred for a moment and you swore you felt like you were floating. You tried to blink away the confusion, but it was getting harder to do. “Wanna know my wish?”

JJ sobbed, his forehead resting on your shoulder for a moment before he met your gaze again. “Lemme hear it.”

“Just want you to be happy. You, John B, Sarah. Everyone. Safe, and happy, and-” You forced a deep breath in your lungs, the call to sleep pulling at you.

“John B! Sarah, please!” JJ’s hands were so warm against your skin and you tried to act like it didn’t hurt for his sake. You weren’t sure what would happen, but you needed to be strong, for him. His fingers tapped your cheek when you zoned out. “Hey, keep your eyes open, okay? You’re doing great.”

Your vision turned hazy again, his voice fading as you managed to catch sight of a dark blur moving behind JJ’s shoulder. Your brother’s form came into focus a moment later, his knees slamming into the ground as he landed next to you. “No, hey. Talk to me, baby bird. Come on.”

“Hi,” You whispered as you looked up at him, taking his outstretched hand. “Promise me somethin’,” Your words slurred together as you tried to stay awake. “Gotta keep it, Bee. Yeah?”

John B’s lip quivered as he held your hand tightly. “I suck at promises, you know that.”

“Not this one,” You reassured and blinked up at him. “Take care of them? For me?”

It felt like such a big ask, and John B’s tears fell faster. “With my life. Promise.”

You could barely make out more figures crowding around but you weren’t looking at them. JJ’s eyes didn’t leave yours, his hand holding yours tightly. You tried to squeeze back, to reassure him, but you didn’t think it was working very well. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too,” JJ’s words were so quiet you could barely hear them, but you did. You did, and that’s all that mattered.

And you would continue to love him, if it’s the last thing you ever did.

“Gonna marry you, one day.”

The night was buzzing around; stars in the sky, a warm breeze, and the chirping of various insects surrounded you. You were tangled in JJ’s arms, the two of you swaying in the hammock as your friends burned the last of the firepit out. 

“Yeah? Wanna be stuck with me that bad?” You joked, your finger poking JJ’s bare chest. The topic made your heart race, but in a good way.

JJ rolled his eyes at you, his hand pinching at your side teasingly. “I mean who wouldn’t? You make great homemade pizzas and we have great sex. What more could a man ask for?”

You groaned dramatically at his boyish behavior and made a move to roll out of the hammock before he was pulling you back and wrapping a leg around yours to hold you down. “I’m kidding, sweet girl. Of course I wanna be with you that bad. Where you go, I go, remember?”

A content sigh left your lips as you pushed up slightly to kiss him, letting your fingers slide through his hair. “Wanna be with you too.”

“Forever?”

“Yeah, forever sounds good.”

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[rafeysbangs]

lachesism , rafe cameron ( series ) 05

pairing ; brother's!bsf!rafe x kook!female!reader

content ; mdni !! outerbanks au, eventual smut, angst, violence, underage drinking, family issues, substance abuse, s/a.

summary ; rafe cameron is everything you can’t stand; reckless, infuriating, and too self-assured for his own good. as your brother’s best friend, he’s always been a constant presence, one you’ve done your best to ignore. but the tension between you has always simmered just beneath the surface, sharp and impossible to ignore. you’ve spent years resisting his pull, refusing to give him the satisfaction. but in a world where lines blur and control slips away, you’re forced to face the truth: rafe cameron isn’t so easy to hate after all.

status ; ongoing .ᐟ

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FIVE, the hollow beneath ribs.

YOU WOKE TO THE SOFT HUM OF YOUR CEILING FAN, 

your head pounding faintly from the night before. you stretched lazily, blinking against the morning light filtering through your curtains. the bed felt oddly spacious, and you turned your head to confirm what you already suspected, rafe wasn't there. carter, on the other hand, was still sprawled out on the floor, tangled in blankets, snoring lightly.

you sat up slowly, your movements careful, and rubbed your temples. a hangover cure was the first priority. sliding out of bed, you tiptoed past carter and made your way downstairs. on the way, you passed the guest bedroom rafe usually stayed in and glanced inside. it was empty, the bed untouched.

your brows knitted together, a flicker of confusion sparking in your half-asleep mind. shrugging it off for the moment, you made your way into the kitchen. the smell of alcohol still clung to the air from the night before, you cringed at the sight of the house and wiped down the stove top. you set a pan on the stove and began cracking eggs into a bowl, tossing in a few strips of bacon and hash browns once the pan was hot.

as the food sizzled and filled the room with a rich, savory smell, the front door creaked open. you turned, spatula in hand, to see rafe stepping inside. he was wearing the same clothes from the party, his hair slightly mussed, and he avoided your eyes at first, brushing past you toward the counter.

"where were you?" you asked sharply, your voice low but pointed. your eyes scanned his face for clues, but he was annoyingly hard to read, as usual.

"just out," rafe muttered, grabbing a glass and filling it with water from the tap. he drank it in one go, his back to you.

"out where?" you pressed, taking a cautious step closer.

he finally looked at you, his expression unreadable. "relax. it's not a big deal."

before you could push further, carter's footsteps thudded down the stairs, cutting through the tension. he appeared in the kitchen doorway, his hair a mess and his face still puffy from sleep. "is that bacon i smell?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

you sighed, turning back to the stove and letting the subject drop for now. "yeah, sit down. food's almost ready."

rafe smirked faintly as he slid into a chair at the table. "you're spoiling us, didn't know you were so domestic."

you shot him a look over your shoulder but didn't respond, your mind still turning over his mysterious absence. you served up plates of bacon, eggs, and hash browns, sliding one in front of each of them before sitting down with your own.

as they ate, carter filled the silence with lazy chatter about the party, laughing about how someone had nearly fallen into the pool fully clothed. you nodded along, but your eyes kept darting toward rafe, your suspicion lingering like a shadow.

he caught you staring once and raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips as if to say, what's your problem? but you didn't rise to the bait. instead, you silently decided to keep an eye on him for the rest of the day. whatever he was up to, you weren't going to let it slide unnoticed.

the cleanup was gruelling, the aftermath of the party revealing itself in every corner of the house and yard. empty cups and bottles were scattered across tables, the faint smell of beer still clinging to the air. you, carter, and rafe moved through the chaos like a reluctant cleaning crew, each tasked with a section. you found herself around the pool, collecting forgotten items; someone's jacket, a pair of sunglasses, even a lone flip-flop.

you glanced over at rafe, who was lazily tossing garbage into a bag. your suspicion bubbled up again, and before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out.

"so, are you gonna tell me where you went this morning?"

rafe froze, his jaw tightening before he slowly looked up at you. "not this again," he muttered, shaking his head.

"yeah, this again," you shot back, crossing your arms. "you disappeared. you come back acting all shady. what's the deal?"

he let out a sharp laugh, but there was no humour in it. "maybe i don't owe you a play-by-play of my life."

"you're staying under our roof," you said pointedly, your voice rising slightly. "the least you could do is not sneak off to fuck-knows-where without a word."

"god, you're such a control freak," he snapped, his voice cutting through the quiet of the backyard. "maybe that's why no one ever invites you to stuff unless carter drags you along. you don't know how to loosen up unless you've got a drink in your hand."

you blinked, the words hitting harder than you wanted to admit. your hands clenched into fists at her sides, and for a second, you thought about throwing one of the empty bottles at his stupid face.

"you're such a piece of shit, rafe," you said instead, your voice low and venomous. "you don't care about anyone but yourself. no wonder you end up at places like barry's, completely out of it. maybe if you weren't so desperate to ruin your life, people would actually give a damn about you."

he shook his head, face darkening, "you're such a bitch." his lips pressing into a thin line. without another word, he turned on his heel and stalked off, the trash bag swinging at his side. you watched him go, your chest heaving with anger and something else you didn't want to name.

same old rafe, you thought bitterly, tossing the last of the garbage into a bin. always running, always destructive.

it took another hour to finish cleaning up, and by the time they were done, you were exhausted. you flopped onto the couch and put on a random tv show, barely paying attention as you scrolled through your phone.

"we're heading to the club," carter announced, appearing in the doorway with rafe trailing behind him.

"have fun," you replied without looking up.

"you sure you don't wanna come? maybe play a few holes?"

"pass," you said curtly, her gaze fixed on the tv.

carter shrugged, and they left. you didn't even glance at rafe as he walked out the door, though you could feel his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

once the house was quiet again, you let out a heavy sigh and made your way upstairs. sitting on the windowsill of your bedroom, you packed a bowl and lit it, the sharp smell of weed filling the room. you blew the smoke out into the crisp air, your mind spinning before lighting her lavender candle. 

what's with him lately? you thought, leaning your head back against the frame. you hated that you were even worried about rafe cameron of all people. but the memory of him at barry's, glassy-eyed and reckless, stuck in your head.

"he gets himself into this mess," you muttered under your breath, taking another hit.

and yet, the nagging feeling wouldn't go away. 

your head was heavy from the weed, but it wasn't doing enough to numb the constant churn of your thoughts. your finger tapped rhythmically against the lighter, flicking it open and shut, the small spark of flame giving your hands something to do. anything to distract you from replaying the morning's argument over and over in your head.

rafe's words had this way of slicing right through you, like he wasn't even trying. it wasn't just what he said but how he said it, the sharpness in his tone, the way his eyes cut into yours as if you were nothing more than an inconvenience. you hated him for it. you hated that he could get under your skin so effortlessly, that he could leave you standing there, fuming, long after he'd stormed off.

but what annoyed you even more was that beneath all that anger, you still felt something else. a pull you didn't want to acknowledge, something softer that made your stomach twist.

rafe cameron was trouble. you'd known that for years. everyone did. sarah had told you that a million times growing up. "stay out of his way. rafe's not just destructive- he's dangerous." and you had listened. or at least, you'd tried to.

but it was impossible to avoid someone like rafe. he had this presence, this energy that demanded attention. he walked into a room and everyone noticed, whether they wanted to or not. his reputation was loud and clear; the king of kooks, the cameron family's untamed problem child.

ignorance was bliss for the parents of figure eight, and ward cameron was no different. as long as rafe didn't make enough noise to embarrass the family name, who cared what he did in his spare time? who cared how many bridges he burned or how many lives he left in his wake?

and yet, there was something about him that people couldn't look away from. you hated yourself for admitting it, but rafe cameron had a magnetism that was hard to ignore. it wasn't just the way he carried himself, like the world owed him something. it was the danger in him, the unpredictability.

you'd seen it firsthand, countless times. the way he'd tear someone down without blinking, the way he'd cross any line if it meant getting what he wanted. he didn't just pass by obstacles, he demolished them.

he wasn't a mystery. not really. everyone knew what rafe cameron was: cold, calculated, cruel. he carried himself with this untouchable arrogance, and it made your blood boil every time you were around him.

but then there were moments, brief, fleeting moments, where that mask of his cracked. like the night you'd saved him from barry's, too high to make a snarky comment, stumbling to the spare bedroom in silence. or the way he'd talked to you by the pool before the party, promising you softly that everything would be fine.

this morning had been a different story. his anger, his defensiveness, it was familiar, the rafe you'd expected. but there was something else there, too. something deeper you couldn't quite name.

you hated how your mind kept circling back to him, like you were trying to figure out a puzzle you didn't even want to solve. rafe cameron wasn't your problem. he wasn't your project or responsibility.

but then why couldn't you stop thinking about him? why did you feel this nagging concern for someone who clearly didn't deserve it?

"he's not all that," you murmured under your breath, the words hanging in the still air of her room. because you'd seen it now, hadn't you? under the bravado, the cruelty, the cocky smirks, there was something else. something fragile and broken.

you inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill your lungs, hoping it would drown out the noise in your head. rafe cameron was a mess. a dangerous, destructive mess. but you couldn't help the part of you that wondered what he might look like without all the walls he'd built around himself.

you were curled up on the couch, a plate balanced on your lap as you quietly ate dinner and flipped through a book. the faint hum of the kitchen fan was the only sound in the house, the rest of the food still sitting warm on the stove and counter, waiting for carter and rafe to stumble back from whatever chaos they'd brewed at the country club.

you were halfway through a page when the front door creaked open, followed by a thud. carter's voice, strained and breathless, muttered, "jesus, rafe, help me out here."

you set your plate down, standing as carter struggled to drag rafe into the house. rafe was draped over carter like dead weight, giggling and mumbling under his breath. his words slurred together, something about "the perfect swing" and "stupid ties."

"oh my god," you said softly, watching as carter manoeuvred rafe toward the couch.

"don't even start," carter said, gritting his teeth. "he's... completely gone. i didn't know what else to do. he nearly got us banned from the country club. they threatened to call ward, but i got us out of there."

rafe flopped onto the couch with a heavy thud, his head rolling to the side, eyes half-open and unfocused. you blinked, unsure you'd ever seen him this bad before. rafe cameron was a lot of things - loud, arrogant, reckless - but you'd never seen him this publicly out of control.

"what do we even do with him?" carter muttered, rubbing his face. "he's your problem now. i'm getting a bucket before he ruins the furniture."

you stood frozen, your arms crossed, watching as carter disappeared into the garage. rafe shifted beside you, mumbling something you couldn't quite catch.

"rafe, what are you even saying?" you asked hesitantly, glancing down at him.

his eyes fluttered open, unfocused but locking on yours for a brief moment. "you're, uh... you're kinda pretty when you're not yelling," he slurred, a dopey grin spreading across his face.

you frowned, a flush creeping up your neck despite yourself. "okay, you're done talking."

"nah, 'm serious," he mumbled, his voice drifting off. "you... you saved me or something, didn't you? or was that... uh..." he trailed off, giggling to himself.

before you could respond, carter returned with a bucket and sighed loudly. "help me get him up," he said.

between the two of you, you managed to haul rafe to the guest bedroom ensuite. he wasn't cooperating much, his legs dragging as they half-carried, half-pushed him inside.

"just leave him here," carter said, laying out a towel on the bathroom floor. "if he throws up, at least it's easy to clean."

you sighed, kneeling to adjust the towel under rafe's head as he slumped half in the bathroom and half out. you watched him for a moment, his usually sharp features soft and disheveled, his breathing uneven.

"carter," you said quietly, standing and crossing your arms. "i need to tell you something."

he looked up from where he was tossing a pillow onto the floor for rafe. "what?"

"the first night he started staying here," you began, your voice hesitant. "it wasn't just to avoid his dad. i found him at barry's... doing coke at 2 in the morning. he was so out of it, carter. i didn't have a choice but to bring him back."

carter didn't look surprised. he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed heavily. "yeah... that checks out."

"that's it? 'that checks out'?" you snapped, your frustration bubbling.

"what do you want me to say?" carter said, his voice tired. "this is just... it's who he is. he's not gonna want to change, never has."

you looked back at rafe, a lump forming in your throat. "maybe he should."

carter didn't answer, just shrugged and turned toward the door. "you coming?"

"no," you said quietly. "i'll staying here for a bit... make sure he doesn't choke on his vomit or something."

carter hesitated but nodded, leaving you alone with rafe, the faint sound of his breathing filling the silence.

you sat against the end of the bed, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as you stared at rafe. his breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling like he was fighting against the weight of whatever had dragged him under.

you didn't know why you stayed. maybe it was pity, or maybe you just didn't want to sit alone in the silence of the house while carter went off to do whatever.

you watched him for a while, the fluorescent bathroom light flickering faintly above them. his hair was a mess, his shirt wrinkled and stained from whatever mess he'd gotten into at the country club. for someone so used to exuding power, he looked small right now, like the world had stripped him bare.

"why do you do this to yourself?" you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

rafe stirred slightly, his head turning toward you. you thought he might be waking up, but his eyes stayed shut, his lips parting just enough to let out a soft groan.

"you're such a mess," you said, the words sharper this time, even though you didn't mean them to be. "and you just... don't care, do you? you don't care how it affects anyone else."

your voice cracked at the end, surprising you. you hadn't meant to let it get to you like this.

rafe mumbled something incoherent, his hand twitching against the towel. you leaned forward slightly, trying to catch what he was saying, but it was nothing, just fragments of words that didn't make sense.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair, suddenly exhausted. standing, you grabbed a spare blanket from the closet and draped it over him, tucking the edges around his shoulders like you were trying to protect him from something he wouldn't even notice.

"you're lucky carter cares enough to drag you back here," you muttered. "because i don't think anyone else would."

you didn't know if that was true. people cared about rafe, but not in the way he needed. they cared about what he could offer, the status he brought, the chaos he caused. it was transactional, always.

you turned off the bedroom light and dimmed the bathroom one, leaving the door open just enough for the hallway light to spill in. your feet felt heavy as you left the room, like the weight of the night was finally catching up to you.

as you crawled into her bed, the smell of lavender still faintly clinging to your sheets, your mind wouldn't stop racing. flashes of rafe at barry's, rafe slumped over carter's shoulder, rafe with that stupid, cocky grin when you won in beer pong together.

"he's not my problem," you whispered to yourself, trying to believe it.

but sleep didn't come easy, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you didn't really believe it.

you groaned softly as you rolled over, hearing the sound of retching echoing faintly through the house. it took you a moment to realise it wasn't a dream. you sat up, the blankets falling away, and rubbed your eyes. the groaning continued, louder now, pained and guttural.

"shit," you muttered under your breath, slipping out of bed and padding quietly down the hall.

when you reached the guest bedroom, the door was still slightly ajar, the faint glow of the hallway light spilling out into the bedroom. you hesitated for a second, then pushed it open fully.

rafe was on his knees in front of the toilet, his head half-buried in the bowl as he heaved again, his whole body shuddering with the effort. his shirt was bunched up at the back, and your eyes immediately landed on the massive bruise blooming along his left side. it was deep purple, almost black in the centre, fading to sickly yellow at the edges.

"jesus, rafe," you breathed, stepping closer with wide eyes.

he groaned, one hand clutching his ribs as he slumped back against the bath behind him, his head lolling to the side. his eyes flickered open, bloodshot and hazy, and they landed on you.

"y/n," he croaked, his voice raw and slurred. "what... what're you doing here?"

"what am i doing here? you're the one making enough noise to wake the dead," you said, kneeling down beside him slowly.

he winced, shifting slightly, and you could see the pain etched into his features. "feel like sshit," he mumbled, his words barely audible.

"yeah, no kidding," you muttered. you stood, grabbing a glass and filling it with water before handing it to him. "here. drink this. slowly."

he stared at the glass for a moment, like he couldn't quite comprehend what it was, then took it with a trembling hand.

"mmm," he mumbled. you took it as a thank you as he sipped the water, grimacing as he swallowed.

you sat back on your heels, watching him carefully. the bruise, the way he clutched his side, it wasn't from falling or bumping into something. it was too deliberate, too vicious.

"rafe..." you started, your voice hesitant. "what happened to your side?"

his eyes flicked to yours, sharp for a moment before they softened, his usual defences crumbling under the weight of exhaustion and whatever he'd been through. "don't worry 'bout it," he mumbled.

"don't tell me not to worry when you look like that," you snapped quietly, your voice harsher than you intended.

he flinched slightly, his gaze dropping to the floor. "jus'... had a disagreement, okay? nothin' new."

"with who? barry? your dad?" you pressed, your frustration bubbling over.

"does it matter?" he shot back, his voice hoarse but edged with bitterness.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. "you can't keep doing this, rafe. you're going to destroy yourself."

he let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow. "maybe i already have."

something in the way he said it made your chest tighten, like you could feel the weight of whatever he was carrying pressing down on you, too.

"you don't have to," you said softly, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

he looked at you then, really looked at you, his bloodshot eyes searching your face like he was trying to figure out if you'd meant it.

"why d'you care?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly as he locked eyes with you.

you opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. why did you care? you weren't sure. maybe it was the way he looked so lost, or the fact that he was letting you see this side of him at all. maybe it was because, deep down, you knew that no one else would.

"i... don't know," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

he stared at you for a moment longer, then nodded slightly, like that answer made sense to him in a way it didn't to you.

you realised then, with a sinking feeling in your chest, that you wanted to help him. and that it might destroy you in the process.

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[jjsloverre]

i NEED a part two

Off Limits

Summary: JJ Maybank has always had a crush on John B’s sister, and the feeling is mutual. But when JJ finally musters the courage to ask John B for permission to date her, the answer is a firm no. Determined not to ruin his friendship with John B, JJ pulls away completely, leaving her confused and heartbroken.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader, John B & JJ friendship, Pogues & reader friendship, John B & Reader Siblings relationship

Warnings: Angst, drinking, hurt/comfort, protective sibling, pining, unresolved feelings

Author’s note: There might be another part, I’m not sure yet.

The sun hung low in the sky, painting the Outer Banks in shades of orange and pink as the sound of waves echoed through the marsh. You sat cross-legged on the porch of the Chateau, fingers tracing patterns into the worn wood, watching JJ Maybank argue with Pope about some ridiculous bet he’d lost earlier that day.

“Admit it, Maybank, you lost,” Pope taunted, waving a dollar bill in JJ’s face.

JJ snatched it back, flashing his signature grin. “It was a technicality, man. You know I had that cannonball beat if the current wasn’t so strong.”

You laughed softly, barely hearing the conversation because all you could focus on was the way JJ kept stealing glances at you from across the deck. It wasn’t subtle — it never was with him. His blue eyes lingered, his smirk lingering just a little longer each time you caught him staring.

“Hey, you good?” he called out, tilting his head toward you.

You nodded, trying not to blush under his gaze. “Yeah, just enjoying the chaos.”

JJ winked. “We keep it interesting, huh?”

That was how it always was with JJ. Constant teasing, pet names like princess and sweetheart tossed around like they meant nothing. But they meant everything to you.

And he knew it.

It had started small — the hand-holding during bonfires, his arm always finding its way around your waist when he walked you home after late nights at the beach. He’d tuck loose strands of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your jaw. It was like he couldn’t help himself.

The feelings were undeniable. And honestly, you thought he’d confess any day now.

But then came that conversation.

“Dude, I gotta talk to you.”

JJ stood in the Chateau’s kitchen, nervously rolling a bottle cap between his fingers. John B, completely oblivious, was shoving chips into his mouth like the human garbage disposal he was.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

JJ hesitated. This was harder than he thought it’d be. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding his best friend’s eyes.

“It’s about your sister.”

John B froze mid-bite, narrowing his eyes. “What about her?”

JJ’s throat felt dry. “Look, man, I care about her. Like, really care. And I… I wanted to ask if it’s cool, you know? If I took her out sometime. For real.”

John B set the chip bag down with a thud. His face shifted from confusion to something colder.

“No.”

JJ blinked. “Wait, what?”

John B shook his head. “I’m serious, JJ. She’s not some hookup, man. She doesn’t need you messing with her head.”

JJ clenched his fists. “I’m not messing with her, JB. I—”

“I’ve seen the way you are with girls. I know you, JJ. And I’m not letting you screw up our friendship over this. She’s off limits. End of discussion.”

The finality in his tone made JJ’s stomach twist.

“Dude—”

“I said no.”

And just like that, everything changed.

JJ kept his distance. No more flirting, no more lingering touches. No more playful pet names. He acted like you were… just there. A regular person.

It hurt.

And you didn’t understand why.

Days passed. Then weeks. You noticed the way he avoided your gaze, the way his jokes were no longer meant for you but for everyone else. He stopped walking you home. Stopped holding your hand during bonfires.

He was acting like you didn’t exist.

And it was killing you.

A week later.

The party was loud, the music too much, the smell of beer thick in the air. You weren’t even sure why you were there anymore. Probably because you knew he would be.

JJ was sitting on the back deck, red solo cup in hand, head tilted back against the railing. His face was flushed, hair messier than usual, and his smile? Faded.

You hesitated, but then John B appeared, blocking your view.

“Hey,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

You blinked. “You mean besides your best friend acting like I don’t exist?”

John B’s face paled slightly, but he recovered quickly.

“He’s… just being JJ.”

You scoffed. “No, he’s not. He’s avoiding me.”

John B sighed, glancing toward JJ, who was now standing up, swaying slightly as he finished his drink.

“He’s drunk,” John B muttered. “Let me handle this.”

You shook your head. “No. I will.”

You found JJ leaning against the fence outside, eyes closed, lips pressed in a thin line.

“JJ.”

His head snapped up, and for a second, that softness was there again — the way his eyes searched yours like he was trying to memorize your face.

But then his face hardened.

“Hey. Thought you’d be inside with… you know, your actual friends.”

Your heart sank. “Why are you acting like this?”

He exhaled shakily, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just tired, Y/N. Go back inside.”

You stepped closer, ignoring the ache in your chest. “No. Not until you tell me why you’re avoiding me.”

JJ’s jaw tightened. “Ask your brother.”

Before you could respond, John B appeared, tugging JJ away from you. “Dude, you’re wasted. Let’s go.”

But JJ wasn’t done.

He shoved John B’s hand off his shoulder, voice cracking.

“You think this doesn’t hurt? You think it’s easy to just… shut her out?!”

John B stared, stunned.

JJ’s voice rose. “You told me to stay away from her! So I did! But it’s killing me, man! I—” His eyes flicked to you, glassy and vulnerable. “I’m in love with her. And you made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to even try.”

Silence.

You felt like the world had stopped spinning.

John B swallowed hard. “JJ… I didn’t mean—”

JJ’s voice broke. “Yeah, you did.”

And with that, he pushed past both of you, disappearing into the night.

[starriisarchives]

THROWN AWAY ❀

ᝰ.ᐟ rafe cameron x fem!pogue!reader | duration: 1.6k

description: when ward find you and rafe sneaking in, he influences rafe to break ties with you.

content: sfw ﾉ a little fluff ﾉ angst ﾉ jerk!rafe ﾉ arguing.

notes: so happy to get this out, been working on this for a hot minute. some angst events inspired me to write this fic.

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"Shh, we've got to be super quiet until we reach my room." Rafe whispers as he opens the door to his home very quietly as he looks around first to ensure that everyone was asleep but mostly his dad.

Once the coast is clear, he indicates it's good to go inside. Your heart was beating but not out of fear, more so excitement as the fun you had prior to this was one of the best nights you've had with him.

If someone was to tell you that you would be in love with Rafe Cameron, you would have laughed in their face. Growing up in town, everyone knew each other so it was easy to create a reputation for yourself.

You of course knew how much of a jerk Rafe was, how he would treat people who weren’t kooks like himself. He wasn’t like that with you though, you were hesitant to open up your heart to him when he first started pursuing you at your job at the country club but the more persistent he was, the more you found yourself enjoying his company.

You have been dating Rafe for a year now, life feels like a blur when you are around him. He’s sweet and caring when it comes to you.

“What’s going on here?” the deep voice question, stopping you and Rafe in your tracks before you could even get into his room.

“Shit,” Rafe curses under his breath as he turns to face his dad, noticing the anger already forming on his face.

“Um… we were just going to study,” Rafe stutters out, you could feel the tension between them as you stood there quietly, playing with the ring on your finger. Of course Ward wasn’t believing any of the crap that’s coming out of his son’s mouth based on the fact that he couldn’t trust him.

“Are you and her dating?” Ward asks, looking from Rafe to you with a disgusted look in his eyes which you do not miss.

“Um…yes sir,” Rafe confesses, hesitation evident in his tone, tensing up from being in his dad’s presence. This is the only time you've ever seen him freeze up like this.

“May I talk to you in my office?” Rafe goes to open his mouth to protest but Ward cuts him off. “I was just being nice, get your ass in my office.”

Once Ward disappears, Rafe turns to face you, you could see the frightened expression on his face, the sadness that took over his blue eyes and all you want to do is restart the night so this wouldn’t have happened if you just decided to go to your place like you usually do.

“Just wait in my room while I sort this out with him,” he begins, his hand rubbing your arm up and down softly as you quietly shake your head yes. “I love you,” Rafe whispers, leaning in to capture your soft lips with his, your legs getting shaky as you love the feeling you get whenever he kisses you, it always was filled with passion and when he will break apart, he would hold you tight as he kisses your forehead.

You wanted to stay in that moment but as he pulls away, turning his back to you as he heads into his dad’s office, you can already feel the cold air replace the warmth of his arms.

“Rafe, are you fucking serious?” Ward spits out, the anger now clearly taking effect of his tone and facial expressions as he looks at his son, not believing he would stoop this low to disappoint him.

“You’re dating a pogue?!” He questions, the disgust sounding so evidently as he speaks. “Do you know how many girls you can date that’s the same status as you, why go for someone as low as her?”

Rafe feels the anger building up in him, hearing how his father talks about you. He saw more to you than what your status is. You’re the only one who saw potential into him and was the only girl to put a genuine smile to his face. “Don’t talk about (name) like that, her status doesn't mean shit to me!” Rafe almost shouts but corrects his tone to not get into more trouble than he already was.

“I thought I taught you better than this, her status means everything especially when she’s only with you because of your money!” Ward expresses, hitting his desk making Rafe jump a bit, his own facial expression matching the one that's on his father’s face.

“Why can’t you just… fucking believe in me for once?!” Rafe shouts back, heart elevating as he clenches his hands into a fist. “Is it that hard for you to trust that this decision I'm making is a good choice?”

“(Name), loves me for who I am, not for the popularity or the money, she loves me,” Rafe exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I know if you just gave her a ch—”

“Enough! There’s absolutely no chance, I’m going to have my son make a fool out of me, going around being seen with someone beneath his status!” Ward interrupts. “You forget everything you do affects my status as well and I can’t have that.”

Ward takes a breath before his next sentence, locking eye contact with Rafe so he can show just how serious he is being. “It’s either you break up with her or I’ll cut you off and you will become her status. Choose wisely!” Rafe's eyes widened in shock, cut off? He cannot believe his father would go this far into hurting him like this.

He wants to say something that will remedy the situation but he knows that there’s no saving the predicament he’s been given nor was he planning to push it. “Okay…” Rafe softly whispers as he turns his back to his father and walks out the office, coming up with ideas he can think of to say to you that wouldn’t get you upset. Hopefully, you will understand that he had to go this route.

You didn’t know what to do while waiting for Rafe to come back, you’re curious to what’s happening and worried for him not intending for him to get in trouble with his dad as you just wanted to spend more time with him.

At this moment, you’re pacing back and forth in his room when you hear the doorknob twist and the door pushes open, immediately having you run over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pull him in your embrace, feeling the warmth you missed but when he doesn’t hug you back as he always did, you could sense something wrong and step back.

“What’s wrong?” You question, worry is very evident in your tone as you look into his blue eyes that hints a little sadness in them.

“Get out.”

You blink twice, trying to understand what he’s implying, fidgeting with the ring he gave you, something you found yourself doing out of habit when things were bad. “What?” You question in shock.

“Look, us… we’re not going to work out…” he speaks and you take a step back, a sad expression taking over your facial expression.

“W…Why?” You stutter out, couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you didn’t think tonight was going to come to this.

“Listen to what I’m saying, in order to still have my inheritance, I have to break up with you...” He breathes out, knocking all the air from you as you take everything in, it feels like your heart was breaking into pieces and couldn’t be picked back up.

“My dad was right, I can’t be seen with a pogue, anyone that's around me should be a kook, a person who comes from money.”

“Excuse me? A conversation with your dad and you just going to throw our relationship away just like that?!” You start off, not giving him any room to talk, he did enough and you didn’t want to hear his voice. “You told me, you didn’t care about labels, was that just a lie to get into my pants?!”

“Was everything we had together just one big facade?” You ask calmly, tears filling your eyes as you try to fight them back. “I…I thought you loved me…isn’t our relationship worth fighting for? Don’t I mean something to you?” As much as you hate the way your voice cracks, not wanting to show your vulnerable side to him after breaking the trust you once had with him.

“A pogue like you means absolutely nothing to me.”

Hearing him say that is the last straw for you, you couldn’t stand to see his face anymore. The thoughts start piling in your head thinking how you were proven wrong for even trusting him in the first place. Everyone warned you about him but no you were too blind to see behind the version of him he gave you.

You walk up to him, locking eye contact with him. “Whenever you see me around, don’t talk to me, don’t even look at me. I never want to see you again, fuck you Rafe Cameron.” You speak before walking past him, not looking back at him.

Holding everything in you as you make your way downstairs, only breaking into tears and sliding to your knees as your legs stop working once the door closes behind you. Feeling all the emotions you were holding back to the point where it’s overwhelming. How could he do this? How could he treat you like a princess but then stomp on your heart?

Heavy sobs leave your throat as you pull out your phone, you can’t just stay here all night. You pull up John b’s contact, eyes a little blurry from all the tears. You listen to the phone ring a couple of times before hearing a tired ‘hello’ come out.

“Hi… JB, I’m sorry for waking you up but can you please come pick me up?”

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[cherryfyre]

┃ in which rafe cameron plans the ideal date. for himself.

The rink is packed, with couples gliding effortlessly across the ice while fairy lights twinkle above. Rafe, naturally, looks like he owns the place. His skates are laced perfectly, his stance confident, and his smirk firmly in place.

“You know, if you fall, I’m not picking you up,” he says, leaning against the wall as you struggle to lace up your skates.

“Good thing I don’t plan on falling,” you retort, yanking the laces tight and standing up. The wobble in your stance doesn’t go unnoticed, and Rafe raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” he says, stepping onto the ice like he’s done it a million times before. He holds a hand out to you, his grin cocky. “Need help?”

“I’ve got it,” you say, brushing past him and stepping onto the ice—only to immediately lose your balance.

Rafe doesn’t bother hiding his laughter as he skates back to you, his hands steadying your arms. “Wow, that was graceful. Do you need training wheels or something?”

“Shut up,” you mutter, gripping his forearms for balance.

He skates backward, pulling you along with him, his hands warm on yours. “So, this is your first time skating, huh?”

“Nope. I’m just letting you feel useful,” you lie, shooting him a challenging look.

“Oh, really?” He releases you without warning, and you immediately flail, grabbing onto the wall for dear life.

“Rafe!” you shout, glaring at him as he skates in a lazy circle around you, laughing.

“Just testing your skills,” he teases. “And, uh, judging by that performance, I’d say you’re a natural.”

You push off the wall, determined to prove him wrong. Unfortunately, your determination only gets you a few feet before your legs go out from under you, and you land hard on the ice.

Rafe skates over, crouching beside you with a grin. “You okay down there, Bambi?”

“Bite me,” you snap, though you can’t help but laugh as you shove his shoulder.

He grabs your hands and pulls you up, his touch steady despite your wobbly legs. “Come on, I’ll show you how it’s done,” he says, sliding an arm around your waist to guide you.

For a moment, it’s almost sweet—until he purposely skates a little too fast, throwing you off balance again. You yelp, clutching his arm, and he laughs so hard he nearly falls himself.

“God, you’re the worst,” you say, breathless and grinning despite yourself.

“And you’re the best entertainment I’ve had all week,” he counters, smirking as he steadies you once more.

[synvil]

The Rumor // Rockstar! Rafe Cameron x Influencer! Reader (( series! ))

“I cannot believe you ran into THE Rafe Cameron, from OBX!”

You’re quick to shush your friend, bringing a hand over her lips to shut her loud ass up while you look around to ensure no one else heard. “Shut up-! not so loud..” Once you were sure no one was looking over, you slowly relax your shoulders, exhaling softly and lean back in your seat, already exhausted for the day. “It’s not what it looks like..”

“Uh huh. Newsflash, you’re literally all over the news!”

As if to prove her point, she turns her phone towards you and on screen is the breaking news.

“Rafe Cameron, star of Rising Band, OBX, Seen With A New Face: Potential Lover?!”

Your eyes widen in disbelief as the photos of you two from yesterday’s events were all over the display. “No way.. I-I don’t even know him!”

Your friend scoffs as she pulls back her phone and pockets it, shaking her head at your voice. “It doesn’t matter, rumors are spreading already. Especially since you still have his jacket, don’t you?”

Pink tinges your cheeks at her question as you nod lightly, an awkward hesitation in your breath. “Well- yeah- i don’t know how to give it to him..”

Taking a sip of her tea, your friend can’t help but giggle at your predicament. “And to think just yesterday, you had no idea who OBX was, and now you’re sparking rumors with leader, Rafe Cameron.”

Rolling your eyes, you exhale heavily and lean back, sinking in your chair as you struggle what to do, picking up your phone from the table. “Yeah, lucky me.” You mutter and see a notification from instagram.

“@obx.rafecameron has followed you.”

“No fucking way..”

Breaking News : New Series Alert!

[Name Lastname], a up-and-coming influencer making a name for herself manages to land an invitation to a promoting event.

Unbeknownst to you, you’d be encountering a celebrity you literally don’t know anything about, other than your friend’s growing addiction with him and his band.

As for Rafe Cameron, a handsome yet stoic, violent but quiet star, versatile in his skills between drums and guitar, has quickly gained a fan base after his reputation blows through the roof.

Known for refusing all advances and questions related to his romantic relationship, every one is led to believe the man will never find a lover.

However, after an incident occurs and the media captures snapshots of the two of you together, sparking rumors of a potential affair, your lives are no longer the same as they become intertwined with one another.

And unbeknownst to him, you’d capture his full attention the moment you meet eyes.

To think, as a rising influencer in the online world, you’d be sparking rumors with one of the growing, greatest band members to form, OBX, Rafe Cameron.

“I don’t fucking care, [Name]. I want you. I don’t give a damn what the rumors say, let everyone fucking know. Because you���re mine.”

What will you do now? Will the rumors be true? Will there be angst? Will someone have a problem with you?

Read more to learn the latest on our scandalous rumoring relationship between [Name] and Rafe!

Latest Album “The Rumor” :

Track One : The Encounter

tba..

a/n : so fucking rushed and unedited bc i’m so excited and don’t have a full outline planned out lmao. like the plot line and title is so bad and needs work so i’ll go back and edit it at some point lol.

but i’m really excited about this and i hope you guys are too, and thank you so much to @rafesheaven for all the help !! (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ♡ she was so sweet and helpful and i hope she enjoys this too !!

potentially may make this partial social media au! so we’ll see.

please let me know your thoughts or suggestions!

[itsnesss]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 | jj maybank × fem!reader

summary | a day at the beach with JJ sparks a heartfelt conversation, leading you to question if your friendship could become something more

warnings | fluff, romance, friends to maybe lovers tension

word count | 1. 2 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

JJ and you decided to escape the scorching heat at the beach. You had planned the day in advance, eager to make the most of the perfect waves crashing on the shore. While JJ, with his messy hair and mischievous smile, meticulously waxed his board, you swayed slightly in the breeze, watching him with a mix of amusement and admiration.

“Do you think the waves will be epic today, JJ?” you asked, raising an eyebrow with a playful smile.

JJ glanced over his shoulder, focused on his task. “Of course! I’m sure we’re going to make history in the water today.”

“Sure, sure. The future world surfing champion is here, in action,” you teased, eliciting a laugh from JJ.

“Someone’s got to keep those dreams alive, right?” he replied playfully.

With the boards ready and the sun shining high in the sky, you headed to the water and dove into the waves. JJ always had a laid-back yet effective style, while you moved with grace and skill, challenging the waves with every move. The friendly competition between you was palpable as you tried to outdo each other on every approaching wave.

After hours of intense surfing and a few inevitable wipeouts that ended in laughter, you decided to rest on the shore. The sun glistened above as you sat on the sand, catching your breath and soaking in the relaxed atmosphere.

“Today was a pretty decent session, don’t you think?” you commented, gazing at the sea with satisfaction.

JJ nodded, scattering sand through his fingers. “Yeah, definitely worth waking up early. Although some waves almost got the better of me!”

“Ah, but that’s part of the charm of surfing, isn’t it?” you responded with a smile. “Besides, now you can tell everyone how you bravely fought the fiercest waves.”

JJ chuckled. “Exactly like that. And you? Did you become the queen of the waves today?”

“Well, let’s say I did pretty well, but there’s always room for improvement,” you replied with a laugh.

The rest of the day passed with jokes and relaxed conversations as you packed your things and headed back to the car. On the drive back, the conversation remained light and full of laughter, both of you enjoying the camaraderie that had always defined your friendship.

“Thanks for dragging me to the beach today, JJ. It’s been an amazing day,” you said, resting your head against the seat’s backrest.

JJ glanced at you from the corner of his eye and smiled. “Thanks for being my favorite adventure partner. Who knows? Maybe one day we’ll make history in the surfing world.”

“You know, JJ, sometimes I’m surprised at how well we understand each other,” you said thoughtfully.

JJ nodded with a soft smile. “Yeah, it’s like we always know what the other is thinking, right? It’s one of the things I value most about our friendship.”

“Definitely. And I also appreciate all the crazy things we get into together,” you added with a laugh.

JJ laughed too, recalling some of the most memorable escapades you’d shared. “No doubt about it—there’s never a dull moment with you around. You’re always ready for the next adventure.”

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, your conversations grew more frequent and profound. In each of them, there was an increasing sense of connection.

One night, as you stargazed from JJ’s rooftop, the atmosphere between you subtly shifted. The silence was comfortable and charged with meaning, as if you were both on the verge of saying something significant you’d been holding back for a long time.

“JJ, there’s something I want to tell you,” you began, your voice calm in the stillness of the night.

JJ looked at you with curiosity, noting the seriousness in your tone. “What is it?”

You took a deep breath before continuing. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us lately. About our friendship and everything we share. And... I wonder if maybe there’s something more between us.”

JJ stared at you, surprised but thoughtful. After a moment, a soft smile spread across his face.

“Are you suggesting we could be more than just friends?” he asked, a mix of astonishment and curiosity in his tone.

You nodded slowly, nervous but determined to express your feelings. “I think so. I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like there’s something more here, something beyond our friendship.”

JJ leaned back on the roof, gazing at the stars as he reflected on your words. “I’ve always felt we have a special connection, you know? I can’t deny I’ve always enjoyed our friendship, but... maybe there’s more to explore.”

The silence between you was comfortable and full of anticipation as you let your thoughts settle. It was a pivotal moment, one that could change the dynamic of your relationship forever.

“You don’t have to answer right now, JJ. I just wanted you to know how I feel,” you added, seeking his gaze with tenderness.

JJ looked at you with a soft expression and gently took your hand. “Thank you for being honest with me. It means a lot.”

You felt relieved by his understanding reaction. His warm hand in yours conveyed a comforting sense of closeness, as if the step you’d just taken only strengthened the special bond you shared.

“Do you think this could change things between us?” JJ asked.

You took a moment to reflect before answering. “I’m not sure. But I think it could make our friendship even stronger. What do you think?”

JJ gazed at the starry sky for a moment, thoughtful. “I think you’re right. If there’s one thing I’ve learned with you, it’s that we’re always there to support each other, no matter what.”

Nodding in agreement, you appreciated his ability to see things from a positive perspective. You had both built a relationship based on respect, trust, and fun, and there was no reason to think that would change now.

“So, what do we do now?” JJ asked, his tone light but filled with curiosity.

“For now, I think we keep being ourselves. Friends who enjoy each other’s company, who support each other through thick and thin. And who knows what else might come,” you replied with a sincere smile.

JJ returned the smile, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. “Sounds like an excellent plan. And speaking of plans, how about we try surfing those giant waves they forecast for tomorrow?”

You both laughed at the suggestion, knowing that, no matter what the future held, you would always be there for each other.

[thebestjjenthusiast]

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[robinsgrl]

kildare nights. sixteen, the grapevine. previous ! next

gold at hand and no more treasures to hunt, the freshly graduated treasure hunters are left to deal with the simple life. as simple as a certain level of fame and millions of dollars in the obx can get you, at least.

an. debated posting this so late but then i was like idc actually im posting this. hope u enjoy my pretty angels!!

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𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙰𝚜 𝚊 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗-𝚙𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊. 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎—𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕. 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍.

a/n- parts will most likely get longer once I get into the story more. Don't worry lol. Working on my baseballplayer!rafe smau as well. just having creative difficulties rn

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[drewsephrry]

my boys

[obxsummer]

ghost of you

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader

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you didn't think that was the end of the story... did you?

Rafe Cameron wasn’t very empathetic. His whole life, Ward had told him to be better, to try harder, to be perfect. He had been molded since day one to show no weakness, to be stone faced, to never give up, to be mean. 

It had taken his father dying for that to change. Rafe didn’t want to be mean. He wanted to show emotion with no consequence, he wanted to be sad and to cry and to mourn. He wanted to be weak and let someone else take the lead for once. He wanted to be protected instead of the protector. He wanted to be himself.

One thing Rafe refused to do, even now, was give up.

He’d moved quickly once your eyes had fluttered shut and everyone else was standing in shock. That’s when Rafe performed best, when nobody else seemed to know what to do. He moved forward, grabbing John B’s shoulder to shift him before scooping you up with caution regarding the wound in your side. 

Sarah followed in his lead, reassuring JJ that it was okay when the blond moved to react. Pope finally separated from Cleo’s side to approach Rafe, his fingers moving to the pulse point on your neck as he brushed away his tears and sniffled. “It’s still there. We gotta move.”

Rafe didn’t need another word and moved on his own accord. If they had the mind to follow, they could. He wasn’t wasting time. 

Which brings us here. Eighteen hours ago, Rafe Cameron had made a call on behalf of the version of himself that had put you through so much. A call that came with an exchange of cash, not that he didn’t have plenty, but it got the Pogues a roof over their heads and a private doctor to take a closer look at injuries. 

Things had moved fast from there. The doctor had taken a closer look including stitches, fluids, and whatever else deemed necessary. Cleo’s bullet wound to the shoulder was cleaned and bandaged. JJ’s side recovering nicely in consideration of what all had happened. 

And so here was Rafe Cameron, keeping watch over your sleeping form as the group slept around him. His hand was freshly cleaned and wrapped properly now, but it didn’t do much to ease the ache in his chest.

JJ had tried to stay up as long as possible before crying himself back to sleep at your side, tear tracks still evident on his cheeks. John B was right beside him, both boys sleeping awkwardly on the king bed next to you in their angled positions. 

Pope and Cleo were curled up on one loveseat, Kiara claiming the other for herself. They had all had a chance to shower and change into fresh clothes, scrubbing the last few days from their skin before the exhaustion caught up.

Sarah took a seat next to Rafe on the couch, a steaming cup of tea in between her hands as she observed the sight ahead of her. The only noise in the room was the steady noise of your heart rate on the monitor. 

“Thank you for doing this,” Sarah spoke quietly so as to not wake anyone up. She herself was exhausted too, but there was a lot that needed to be said and she didn’t want Rafe to stew in his thoughts alone. 

Truth be told, none of them could handle losing you. You were the glue that held this entire group together and you’d been the missing piece to fill their puzzle. It would create an inevitable crack in the environment that Sarah wasn’t confident they could continue with. 

Sarah Cameron couldn’t live without you. She refused to. And even though you hadn’t woken up in those long eighteen hours, she still had faith. You were so strong, physically and mentally, that she knew you would come back to her. 

“Don’t thank me,” Rafe sighed, his head dropping to focus on his bandaged hand. “I don’t…I don’t deserve any thanks for practically being the reason this all happened.”

“Rafe-”

“If I didn’t shoot Sheriff Peterkin, would we be sitting here?”

The question stunned Sarah to silence and she suddenly didn’t have words. Would they? Definitely not. Would her dad be alive? Big John? Would she still have Wheezie? What would’ve become of her relationship with John B? Would they even have Cleo?

Sarah shook her head, clearing the spiral thought train that was forming. “Rafe, we can’t live in the past. Everything happens for a reason, whether we want to accept it or not. We can’t change it.”

She looked over at her big brother and realized his eyes were teary. With a sigh, she shifted closer to him to lean on his shoulder, the position making her nostalgic for a time when they shared secrets and deep conversations as younger teens. 

“I miss Dad. I miss him a lot, but I’ve realized I missed the version of him we had as kids. The one that would let us eat ice cream from the carton. The one that made breakfast and eggs before driving us to sports practice. The version of him from these past few years, I don’t recognize. And that’s a hard truth to come to terms with, and I don’t know if I ever will. But Rafe, the life in front of me right now-” She paused, her gaze narrowing on John B’s slumped form against the head of the bed and her hand unconsciously moved to her stomach. “I want it more than anything in the world.”

Rafe looked over at her in a way he hadn’t in years. He looked at her like his little sister, the one he’d been so excited to hold as a toddler. The one he’d kept a protective eye over for so long. The one he argued with, and teased, and laughed with. He was still Rafe, and she was still Sarah. No matter what they’d gone through, they always had each other (sometimes more so than others).

“I’m really proud of you,” Sarah continued. “I know it’s not easy to dig yourself out of the manipulation in your head, but you’re doing it and that’s what matters.”

Rafe chewed on his lip at the sentiment. He’d never been told that unless he’d done something against his values, against his will. But she was right, he was trying, and he hoped it would be enough for now.

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One thing was for certain, JJ needed a chiropractor. Between all of the collisions with water, sleeping in places not designed for sleeping, and the constant running, he was overdue for a realignment. 

Hours had passed since Sarah and Rafe had conversed and the siblings were now asleep on the couch, leaning into each other. JJ had woken up sometime after, needing some water and to use the bathroom before he settled back into your side opposite John B. 

The steady rise and fall of your chest reminded him that you were still fighting and hadn’t given up on him just yet. The doctor had reassured your mini-coma was your body’s way of fighting the injuries and exhaustion you’d pent up in the past few days to weeks, and right now all you could really do, was wait.

JJ hated waiting. He’d never been good with patience. The anxious part of him wanted to act immediately to get things out of the way, so sitting here, watching you, was torturous. 

“I miss you, sweet girl,” He sighed to himself, reaching to hold your hand in his own. Your fingers were much warmer, much more lively than they had been a day ago. He wasn’t giving up yet and neither were you.

“I miss you and you’re right next to me, and that doesn’t matter. The thought of going back home without you, and… in our room. Your side of the bed, our stuff, I-” JJ paused as he choked up with the image. “Your favorite snacks in the pantry, or-or that nasty coffee flavor you insist on buying. Your hammock. It’s not… it wouldn’t be the same without you. We wouldn’t be the same without you.”

JJ’s hushed whispers turned into quiet cries as he continued to talk in hopes that it would bring you back to him. What he didn’t intend, was to wake John B, but unfortunately, your brother was too close to not hear the intimate words JJ was spewing. 

As unofficial Pogue leader, John B was keeping it together for the sake of everyone else. But as John Booker Routledge, as your brother and protector and confidant, he was ready to break. There had been way too many close calls, and as Sarah pulled him off the ground kicking and screaming when Rafe carried you away, John B’s resolve shattered. Between losing Sarah and now you, it wasn’t fair.

“Hey,” The Routledge boy’s voice was raspy as he sat up straight and cracked his neck with a groan. “You okay?”

JJ sniffled, running his sleeve across his face and nodded. “Yeah, sorry. Just couldn’t sleep.”

John B tried to stretch out a bit, catching sight of Sarah and Rafe as he did. There would be time for long-winded conversations and apologies, but only after you woke up. Your brother was thankful for the quick thinking and action when he wasn’t in the right state to do so, but that didn’t mean Rafe was on his good side.

“I miss her and she’s right here,” JJ sighed and looked up at the ceiling to try and prevent his tears. “I can’t do this, I need her.”

John B stayed quiet, his eyes drifting to look at you in your peaceful state. He hated the bruises and hollow look in your skin. “I miss her too.”

The sad reality was Groff was still out there, and he got away with the crown. John B didn’t even care. All he cared about was that you woke up and he would sit here every day until you did. Now, they just had to buy time. Going back to OBX would be fine? Maybe? I mean if they gave Shoupe info on Groff, hopefully, JJ’s charges would drop and they could find a different way to save Poguelandia… but John B didn’t know, and he hated not knowing.

“I just need her to wake up and tell me it’ll be fine,” JJ continued, his fingers tugging at his unruly hair. He’d taken the fastest shower of his life so he could be back by your side as quickly as possible. 

The poor kid had been beating himself up since Pope pulled him off the ground. He should’ve reacted faster, killed Groff when he had the chance, and attacked him before he even thought to get near you. There was so much that could’ve gone differently and JJ just blamed himself for it all. 

JJ couldn’t stop replaying your conversation in his head. Your wish would be for him to be happy and safe, but he wouldn’t be happy if you weren’t here. He’d never get over the guilt in his stomach right now.

Wounds would heal and decisions would be made but moving on? Getting over you? That would be impossible. Unthinkable. 

“God,” JJ laughed to himself, his fingers running up and down your arm gently like he would do to lull you to sleep. “She said she’d never leave, right? Would-”

His words were stolen from his throat as the monitor’s beeping changed to something more upbeat. He looked up at John B in shock, feeling your fingers twitch in his hand before he forced himself to look down at your face, his blue eyes meeting his favorite color in yours. 

“I would haunt your ass, but I guess it’s your lucky day, huh?”

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a/n: i tOLD Y'ALL I FIX SHIT IN THIS HOUSE U BEST BELIEVE THAT

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