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greengoblinswifey · 2 months ago

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I know these men aren’t friends but I just wanna be in the middle of pope and rafe 🙂‍↕️

Rafe Cameron x Pope Heyward x Kook!Reader

summary— you host your annual pre halloween party and things gets steamy with two unexpected men.

warnings— explicit content. threesome, grinding, oral, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, possessive rafe as usual, bit of sub rafe and pope, slightly dom!reader, male masturbation.

a/n— i had to write a long ass fic based off this ask, enjoy <33

The party was already in full swing by the time you opened the door for Pope and the rest of the Pogues. Your annual Halloween party had always been a hit, and this year was no different. The lights were dim, casting an orange and purple glow over your crowded mansion as music pumped through the speakers. The smell of beer was mixed with Halloween candles you bought and the cool night air that rushed in every time the door opened. Kooks and Pogues were scattered around playing beer pong, dancing, or chatting in little groups, the energy of the night electric. It was the only night of the year everyone got a long- thanks to you.

You had dressed as a playboy bunny this year, black corset, bunny ears perched on your head, and fishnet stockings that had definitely caught Pope’s eye the moment he walked in. His gaze lingered on you as he made his way over, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “Damn, you look really sexy tonight,” he said, eyes scanning your body before meeting yours again. You giggled, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, and placed a hand on his chest.

You were tipsy, maybe a little more than tipsy after greeting people at the door for the last hour with a drink always in hand. Pope wasn’t exactly sober either; he and the rest of the pogues had been pregaming before they arrived. His breath was warm as he leaned in closer, the smell of alcohol mixing with his cologne, and you couldn’t help but feel a little lightheaded as his hand settled on your waist.

“Thanks, Pope,” you teased, batting your lashes. “Guess I pulled off the whole sexy playboy bunny look, huh?”

Pope grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. “More than pulled it off,” he said, leaning closer. His lips grazed the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You let him kiss you there for a moment before you gently pulled away, biting your lip as you looked up at him with a playful glint in your eyes.

“Oh, you like how I look, huh? Your little playboy bunny?” you teased, dragging a finger down his chest slowly, feeling the muscles tense beneath his shirt.

Pope chuckled, his grip on your waist tightening as he looked at you with hooded eyes. “You know I do,” he said, voice low, full of that teasing edge you’d come to expect from him.

Around you, the party raged on, music pounding, people laughing and drinking, but it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. His hand drifted to the small of your back, pulling you closer as you both swayed slightly, caught in the rhythm of the music and the buzz of the alcohol. You were tempted to give in to his touch, to let him kiss you right there in front of everyone, but you held back, keeping him on edge just a little longer.

That playful push and pull between you two was all part of the game, and tonight was no different.

You had almost forgotten that Rafe never missed your parties. The two of you had been hooking up for months now, always finding yourselves in situations that blurred the lines between friends and something more. He’d known about your costume for weeks, knew exactly what kind of reaction it would get, and, true to form, he’d shown up dressed as Hugh Hefner, a smug smirk on his face as he walked through the door.

You didn’t notice him at first, too wrapped up in Pope, whose lips were still trailing along your neck, and whose hands had drifted lower, resting just above your hips. You were tipsy, feeling light and playful, leaning into Pope as his lips brushed against your skin. The party pulsed around you, the music loud and the room packed, but it felt like you and Pope were in your own little bubble-until that bubble was abruptly popped.

Rafe stormed over before you even realized he’d spotted the two of you. His presence was impossible to miss, broad shoulders, confident swagger, and a dark look in his eyes as he cut through the crowd, laser-focused on you and Pope. The moment his voice cut through the air, it sent a shiver down your spine.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he growled, his eyes flicking between you and Pope, anger simmering beneath the surface. He stopped right in front of the two of you, jaw clenched. “Why the fuck is this pogue all over you? And why the hell is he even here?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, though you knew better than to push Rafe when he was like this. Still, the alcohol had loosened you up, and you found yourself smirking at him, tipping your head to the side. “Rafe, calm down. You and I aren’t together, remember?” You smiled sweetly, leaning back into Pope just a little more, feeling Rafe’s glare intensify. “I can do whatever I want.”

You reached out, your fingers brushing over Rafe’s costume, silk robe, cigarette holder tucked into his breast pocket. “You look good, though,” you teased, trying to lighten the tension. “My very own Hugh Hefner.” You leaned in, lowering your voice so only he could hear. “And I’m your Holly Madison, or whoever you want me to be.”

He was pissed but the compliment seemed to ease some of the tension in his shoulders. Still, his eyes remained dark as he glanced at Pope, clearly annoyed by his presence. “You’re out of your mind,” Rafe muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as if he couldn’t stay mad at you.

“If you want,” you teased again, “you can join in.” You giggled, the alcohol buzzing in your veins as you gave him a playful wink. Pope, oblivious to the history between you and Rafe, was still holding you close, his body pressed against yours.

Rafe’s eyes narrowed for a moment, but then he sighed, stepping closer. “You’re such a brat,” he muttered under his breath, though you could hear the slight amusement in his voice now. He moved behind you, his hands settling on your waist as he pressed his body against yours. The heat of him was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but let out a little breath as he leaned down to kiss the back of your neck.

You were sandwiched between the two of them now, Rafe grinding into you from behind, his hands firm on your hips, while Pope was in front of you, his hands pulling you closer, his lips brushing against your collarbone. It was like being in the center of a storm, the music pulsing through your body as you swayed with them, your head spinning from the drinks and the intensity of the moment.

Rafe’s lips moved up your neck, his breath hot against your skin, while Pope’s hands gripped your waist tighter, the two of them moving with you in sync to the beat of the music. It was chaotic and thrilling, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling powerful between them.

Things were quickly heating up between you, Rafe, and Pope. The energy had shifted, and it was like you could feel both of them trying to outdo the other, their touches growing more insistent, their lips and hands everywhere at once. Pope’s hands were gripping your waist from the front, his fingers sliding up your sides, while Rafe’s mouth never left your neck, his strong hands pressing against your hips as he pushed into you from behind.

They were locked in silent competition, each one focused on making you shudder, on drawing out those soft little gasps they knew you couldn’t hold back. Pope’s lips brushed against your jawline, while Rafe’s breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers through your entire body. You were surrounded by them, caught in this magnetic pull between the two.

The party raged on around you, but it didn’t matter. In that moment, all that existed were their hands on you, their mouths teasing your skin, and the way your body responded to each of them. You bit your lip, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built inside you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Kiara and Cleo passing by, their eyes widening in shock and amusement at the sight of the three of you. They giggled, whispering to each other as they stole glances, clearly not expecting to see this. But you didn’t care, you were too wrapped up in the moment. If anything, their reaction made it even more thrilling.

You had an idea, one that made your pulse quicken even more. With a sly smile, you reached out and grabbed both of their hands, Pope’s in your left, Rafe’s in your right, and tugged them gently, leading them toward the staircase. Their eyes flickered with curiosity, though both men were clearly annoyed with each other. You could feel the tension between them, but they followed you anyway, unable to resist.

Without saying a word, you led them upstairs, weaving through the crowd of partygoers until you reached your room. Your mansion was sprawling, and your room was at the far end of the hall, far away from the chaos of the party downstairs. As you reached the door, you glanced back at them with a teasing smile. They were still glaring at each other, but the desire to be near you overpowered their irritation.

You opened the door to your room and stepped inside, feeling the weight of both of their eyes on you as you moved. The tension between the three of you was electric, and you knew that whatever was about to happen would only fuel the competitive fire burning between them.

Rafe and Pope followed you into the room, the door clicking shut behind them. Despite their annoyance with each other, they were both here for you, and that thought made you grin. You had both of them right where you wanted them.

The real fun was just about to begin.

You gave them both a little shove and they stood for a second, tension still thick between them, before you pushed them onto the bed. They sat side by side, eyes glued to you as you slowly walked toward them, the sultry music from your speaker you turned on that played music from downstairs, filling the room.

Rafe’s eyes roamed over your body, his jaw tight as he took you in. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice husky with desire. “You’re so fucking sexy, so fucking beautiful. All mine.”

His possessiveness sent a thrill through you, but before you could respond, Pope’s jaw clenched. He wasn’t about to let Rafe take control of the moment. “She’s not just yours,” Pope shot back, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “You’re stunning, you know that? Absolutely stunning.”

The tension between them sizzled in the air, but your giggle broke through it. You stood between them now, enjoying the attention, enjoying how desperate they both seemed to be for you. With one hand, you reached out and touched Pope’s cheek, your thumb brushing against his jawline as you gave him a teasing smile.

Then, without warning, you turned to Rafe, straddling him on the bed, feeling the heat of his body against yours. His hands immediately gripped your waist, pulling you down hard against his lap. “All mine,” he whispered again, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss.

You could feel his bulge pressing into you, hard and ready beneath your thighs. You kissed him back deeply, but with your free hand, you reached out to Pope, your fingers brushing over his bulge. He groaned softly at your touch, and the tension in the room shifted, their competitiveness forgotten for the moment as they focused on you.

Grinding on Rafe’s lap, you felt his hands move to grip your hips, guiding you as you moved against him. But your attention wasn’t just on him, you continued to tease Pope, rubbing him through his pants, feeling the hardness beneath your palm as his breathing grew heavier. Both of them were completely under your control now.

Pope’s jaw clenched again, but this time it wasn’t from frustration, it was from the pleasure you were giving him. His hand reached out to touch you, his fingers brushing against your skin, desperate for more. You could feel the heat rising in the room, the music and the dim lights only adding to the tension.

You pulled back from Rafe just enough to look at both of them. The sight of them, both completely focused on you, their eyes dark with desire, sent a shiver down your spine. You were the one in control here, and they were more than willing to follow your lead.

You stood before them, feeling their eyes devour every inch of your body. “Don’t I look sexy?” you asked with a teasing smirk, running your hands slowly down your sides. Rafe and Pope, sitting on the edge of the bed, nodded frantically, their eyes wide with hunger.

“Yes, you do,” they both agreed in unison, barely able to get the words out.

You bit your lip seductively, letting your fingers play with the edge of your corset. “Then I’m not even sure if I want to take this off,” you teased, watching as their desperation grew. Rafe groaned, leaning forward slightly, his hands twitching.

“Please, take it off,” he begged, his voice rough with need.

“Yeah,” Pope added, his tone almost as eager. “Take it off.”

You stepped closer, swaying your hips, urging them both with a slow, sultry glance. “Well then, why don’t you two help me out of it?” you said, biting your lip again.

They didn’t need to be told twice. Both of them stood quickly, their hands eager and trembling as they started to unlace the corset. Rafe was more familiar with the routine, his fingers swift as he helped you slip out of it. Pope, though less experienced, moved carefully, his touch hesitant but excited. The moment your corset dropped to the floor, you stood before them in nothing but your bunny ears, stockings, and heels.

Rafe, even though he’d seen you naked so many times before, still inhaled sharply as he took in the sight of you, his arousal evident in the way his body responded. Pope, on the other hand, was absolutely floored. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the sexy kook he’d always known, now standing completely bare in front of him.

Your fingers trailed over your body, feeling their eyes follow your every movement. You helped Rafe out of his Hugh Hefner costume, the velvet robe slipping to the floor. Then you turned to Pope, guiding him out of his clothes as well. When they were both fully undressed, you stepped back to admire them, both big and thick, standing there, hard for you.

Your breath hitched at the sight of them, a wave of heat coursing through you. You hadn’t quite anticipated how much seeing them both, naked and ready, would make your pulse race.

How the fuck would you take both of them?

You moved closer to Rafe first, your lips brushing against his as you kissed him deeply, your hand trailing down his chest, then lower. His hands gripped your hips again, his body eager to press against yours. But as much as you wanted him, you weren’t going to let Pope wait any longer.

You turned to Pope, running your fingers along his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss that was equally as deep. He responded instantly, his hands sliding down your sides, his touch sending sparks through you. You could feel the tension between them, the competitiveness that hadn’t gone away, but right now, they were both focused on you.

Their hard cocks were pressing up against you, the heat between the three of you radiating through the room. You could feel Rafe’s eyes on you as you turned your attention to Pope, pushing him back onto the bed with a firm shove. He landed on his back, his breath hitching as you climbed between his legs, arching your back and raising your ass high in the air.

Rafe stood behind you, his hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight. He was itching to pull you away from Pope, to remind him who had you first, but for now, he held back, letting you have your fun. The tension between them was fierce, and you knew that after tonight, Rafe would likely find a way to make Pope pay for touching you. But right now, you were in control.

With your ass still raised, you wrapped your hand around Pope's thick cock, stroking it slowly while he groaned beneath you. His head fell back against the pillow, his hips jerking up slightly as you teased him with your touch. Rafe watched, his breath ragged, his fingers flexing as he fought the urge to intervene.

You smirked over your shoulder at Rafe, your voice dripping with seduction. “Well, don't just stand there.”

That was all it took. Rafe dropped to his knees behind you, gripping your hips firmly as he pulled you closer and ripped your stocking to have an opening to your pussy, then his mouth dived between your thighs. The sensation was electric, his tongue working you over with a fervor that made your entire body shudder. You moaned around Pope’s cock as you took him into your mouth, the vibrations of your moans making his hips buck up into you even more.

Rafe wasn’t letting up, his hands gripping your ass as he devoured you, his own cock hard and throbbing as he stroked himself, eager for more. The pleasure hit you in waves, and you couldn’t help but grind back against Rafe’s face as you moaned around Pope’s length, the taste of him filling your mouth.

Pope’s hands tangled in your hair, his breaths coming faster as you worked him with your lips and tongue. His moans grew louder, his hips thrusting up as he lost control. “Fuck, I'm gonna-,”Pope groaned, his voice strained, and before long, he was spilling into your mouth, his body tensing beneath you.

The moment Pope came, your own orgasm crashed over you, your moans muffled as you swallowed Pope’s release. Your body trembled as you came on Rafe’s mouth, his grip tightening on your hips as he lapped up every drop of your arousal, making sure to get every last bit. Both of you swallowed, savoring the moment as the three of you caught your breath.

With your body still trembling from the intensity of what just happened, you turned your attention to Rafe. Before he could fully catch his breath, you pushed him onto the bed, positioning his hard cock right at your entrance. Slowly, you sank down onto him, both of you moaning as he filled you completely. Your eyes locked with Pope’s, who was now sitting up, his gaze fixated on where you and Rafe were connected.

Rafe’s hands roamed your body, his lips latching onto your breasts as he groaned into your skin. You couldn’t help but throw your head back in pleasure as you rode him, feeling him stretch you out perfectly. Pope’s eyes trailed down to your pussy, watching every movement, his hand gripping his cock as it hardened again.

“You like watching me get fucked, don't you?” you teased, your voice low and sultry as you maintained eye contact with Pope. He nodded frantically, unable to take his eyes off you. “Yes,” he moaned, his hand stroking his length in sync with your movements on top of Rafe.

Your smirk grew as you leaned forward slightly, riding Rafe harder, causing both of you to moan louder. “Do you want to feel this tight pussy wrap around your dick?” you asked, breathless as the pleasure surged through you.

Pope’s breathing became ragged as he bit his lip, nodding desperately. “Yes, I need it,” he groaned again, his eyes practically begging you.

“Keep playing with yourself for me, but don’t cum,” you instructed, your voice firm despite the heat coursing through your body. "If you cum now, you don’t get to fuck me."

Pope nodded, his hand working his cock even faster as he tried to hold back. You shifted your attention back to Rafe, who was thrusting up into you with increasing urgency, his face flushed and his breaths ragged.

“You feel so good baby,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him, your lips barely brushing against his. “So tight and wet,” he moaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he fought to keep control. “I- I can’t hold on much longer.”

Hearing that, you smirked and suddenly lifted yourself off him right as you came, leaving Rafe teetering on the edge. He let out a guttural moan as he spilled over, his cum splattering across your chest, coating your perky tits in the warm release.

You bit your lip, looking down at the mess you made of him, feeling the power shift entirely in your favor.

You were still catching your breath from Rafe’s release when you noticed Pope watching you with raw hunger in his eyes, his need obvious and desperate. You could tell he was barely holding on, trembling from restraint. You leaned back on the bed, spreading your legs for him, “Come on, Pope, fuck me.”

Pope’s gaze flickered briefly to Rafe, unsure if he should knowing the dangerous and possessive man who could make his life a living hell. But Rafe, reclining with a possessive smirk, growled, “Go ahead. Fuck her. It’s the last time you’ll ever get to do that.”

That was all the encouragement Pope needed. In an instant, he was on you, dragging his cock along your slick folds before thrusting inside, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He gripped your thighs, moaning as he sank deep, moving in rhythm with your every gasp. You felt every inch of him stretching you, filling you completely, and your moans blended with his.

But just when it felt too good to handle, you stopped him, breathless. “Rafe, come fill me up, too.”

Rafe’s lips curled into a wicked smile, watching Pope reluctantly pull out before positioning himself beneath you. You laid back on Rafe’s chest, feeling his cock nudging against your ass. He didn’t waste time, slowly slipping inside, the stretch almost unbearable as he filled you in a way only he could. You arched your back, crying out as he pushed further, groaning in pleasure.

Pope, desperate for more, lined himself up again and plunged back into your pussy. The feeling of being stretched by both of them at once sent shockwaves through your entire body. You nearly sobbed from how full you felt, the sensations overwhelming as their cocks moved in perfect sync, rocking your body with each thrust.

Rafe slowed his movements, easing his cock deeper into your ass while Pope sped up, his hands gripping your hips tight. “You like how her pussy feels, huh?” Rafe teased, glancing at Pope.

Pope, lost in the sensation, could only nod, barely able to form words. Rafe chuckled darkly, thrusting harder. “Well, treasure it, because it’s the last time you’re ever going to be inside my pussy.”

Your hand reached up, covering Rafe’s mouth as you turned to Pope, your voice dripping with lust. “God, you’re so big, you’re fucking me so good. Go faster, I’m gonna cum on that dick.”

Pope’s pace became relentless, and Rafe matched his rhythm, both of them pushing you to the edge. The pressure was almost too much, your body trembling violently, feeling like you might pass out from the intensity. And then it hit, waves of ecstasy crashed over you as you screamed, squirting all over both of them, your body shaking uncontrollably.

Pope couldn’t hold back any longer, pulling out just in time to cum all over your stomach. Rafe followed shortly after, spilling deep inside you, filling your ass as his own moans filled the room. All three of you were panting and completely overwhelmed by what had just happened.

You collapsed on the bed between them, completely fucked out, your body humming with satisfaction. “You both did so good,” you murmured, your voice hoarse. Rafe kissed your neck, whispering, “You took our cocks so well.”

Pope smirked, his breathing still heavy, and you smiled back at him, the tension in the air slowly fading. “The night is still young,” you teased, your voice light but exhausted.

They cleaned you up, tenderly helping you back into your corset and fixing your bunny ears. After cleaning themselves and slipping back into their clothes, the three of you headed back downstairs, with you leading the way and holding on to their hands as they trailed behind. The moment you stepped back into the party, all eyes were on you, the crowd erupting into cheers and knowing glances.

You smiled knowingly, basking in the attention, enjoying every bit of it as the night continued on and you were once again in the middle of the two men.

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insidekatmind · 14 days ago

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Secret Love-Pope Heyward

Wearning: cheating, english is not my first language.

The silence of the empty classroom was broken only by the ticking of a clock hanging on the wall. The neon lights above you flickered faintly, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. The air was dense with tension, the kind of tension that made you check the door every now and then to make sure no one could see you.

Yet, you were there. With him. With Pope Heyward, the guy you should never have looked at like that. A pogue.

Your back was pressed against the cold surface of the bench, and he was in front of you, so close that you could feel his breath mixing with yours. Pope’s eyes were dark and watchful, watching you as if every move you made could be your last. There was desire in his eyes, but also hesitation.

"We should go," he whispered, his voice a breath that made you shiver all the way down your back. "If anyone sees us..."

"There’s no one," you answer, your tone more forceful than I expected. You grab his sweatshirt with your fingers, pulling it slightly towards you. "There’s no one here, Pope."

He hesitates for a moment. You know what he’s thinking. Rafe Cameron, your boyfriend, at least in appearance. Everyone thought you were the perfect couple: Princess Kook and the rebellious heir of the Cameron family. But you hated him. You couldn’t stand his way of controlling you, his overblown ego and his need to make you feel "her" all the time.

Yet, with Pope, it was different. There was no control, only freedom. There was no pressure, only desire.

"Rafe would kill us if he saw us," Pope muttered, his eyes fixed on your lips. His voice was husky, as if he was wrestling with himself.

"Rafe knows nothing," you answer without hesitation, your hand now slips on his neck. "And he will never know."

Pope closed his eyes for a second, maybe to gather courage or maybe to accept the fact that whatever this was between you two, it wouldn’t be over soon. When he opened them again, there was no doubt.

"You’re incredible, you know?" he said, with a half smile that made your heart beat fast.

"I know." Reply with a provocative grin.

His laugh was silent but sincere, as if he had forgotten for a moment all the risk you were taking. But he did not wait any longer. His hands gently laid on your hips, pulling you closer. The distance between you was reduced to nothing.

Your eyes closed a moment before his lips found yours.

He was slow at first, as if he wanted to savour every moment, but soon the rhythm changed. The kiss became deeper, more hungry. You felt his fingers press on your hips, your hands between her curls, pulling lightly, and the soft sound of your breaths mixed with the echo of the silence of the empty class.

There was no one. Just you two.

Pope’s taste was unique, sweet but with a hint of rebellion, as if he knew exactly that you were challenging the whole world. Your head tilted slightly, letting him deepen the kiss, and you felt his body press against yours. Your heart was beating so fast you feared for a moment that he could hear it.

"You drive me crazy," he murmured against your lips, his hands slid under the edge of your sweatshirt, touching your skin with hot fingers.

"You too," you confess fearlessly, looking into his eyes. "And you know what?"

"What?" he asked, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I don’t want to stop."

His lips folded into a smile, and without a word, kissed you again, stronger this time, with the certainty of having accepted his destiny. The bench behind you barely creaked as it pushed you against it. You seemed to be in another dimension, far from Rafe, far from the judgment of all the kooks, far from the outside world.

Just you and him.

His hands explored you with a sweetness you had never known before. There was no possession, only genuine desire. There was no control, only freedom. And you loved every single moment.

"You realize we’re playing with fire, right?" he whispered against your skin, leaving little kisses on your neck.

"I like fire," you reply, tilting slightly to give it more space.

Pope’s laughter was hushed, as if he could not believe what was happening. But he did not stop. His hands moved with confidence, and you felt more alive than you ever had with Rafe.

"I don’t want to be just your secret," he admitted suddenly, looking into your eyes with a seriousness that caught you by surprise.

Your breath stopped. For a moment, the world seemed to stop. You knew what it meant. He didn’t want to be just a diversion, an escape from your boyfriend Kook.

"You’re not," you answer honestly, looking him straight in the eye. "You’re all I want, Pope."

Those words changed everything. You feel it in the way his hands held you more tightly, in the way his kiss became deeper, more desperate. There were no more brakes, no more fear.

There were no limits.

You didn’t care about Rafe. You didn’t care about the Kooks. You didn’t care about anyone but him.

You heard a noise far away - a door opening down the hall. Your eyes slammed to the classroom door, but Pope did not move.

"It’s all right," he reassured you, his warm breath on your cheek. "They don’t know we’re here."

You nodded slowly, but your heart was beating in your chest. The fear of being caught was real, but the desire to stay there with him was stronger.

His hands slid to your face, holding it gently as your eyes crossed.

"You’re too dangerous for me," he joked, a smile that made your heart beat even faster.

"You have no idea," you reply, tilting your head to kiss him again.

It was risky, it was wrong, but it was the only right thing you did in all this chaos.

And you wouldn’t regret it.

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venuslcver · 8 months ago

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READER:

kook!reader, bestfriend!reader, rival!reader, carefreekook!reader, cheerleader!reader, zebra!reader

RAFE:

pushyex!rafe, virgin!rafe

SARAH:

bestfriend!sarah, girlfriend!sarah

JJ:

pogue!jj, academicweapon!jj

POPE:

boyfriend!pope, kook!pope

STEVE:

season4!steve,

ROBIN:

season4!robin,

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zyafics · 3 months ago

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PLAY FAKE | 13

MASTERLIST (Series)

Pairing — Rafe Cameron x Female Reader .ᐟ

Summary — When Rafe needs to secure a girlfriend for his father to see him as a viable candidate for Cameron Development, he enlists the help of a bartender who wants nothing to do with him.

Content — 18+, smut, angst, depictions of jealousy + aggression, emotional turmoil, mild descriptions of violence, and usage of drugs.

"Are you busy?"

The phone call came at the stroke of midnight. Rafe had just gotten away from a lengthy discussion with his father regarding the open properties around Kildare and wanted nothing more than to crash out. But he answered without hesitation when your name flashed across the screen.

"No," he pauses. "Do you need me?"

You do, but you're reluctant to confirm that piece of information. Flattening your lips on the other line, you rub the back of your hand over your tired eyes as a prolonged silence engulfs the call.

But Rafe understands. With a firm I'm coming over, he disconnects the call to pick up his keys.

You've been home for a couple days now, having stayed at Tannyhill for a little over a week. However, with Sarah's return, you felt you'd overstayed your welcome and needed to part ways. Despite Rafe's protests, you insisted, needing to find your own space in the aftermath of everything.

He had hated the way you phrased it. That you needed a place without him.

When he reaches your driveway, Rafe discerns two silhouettes on your porch. Adrenaline spikes, assuming it was Aaron—and that was the reason for your distress call—but upon closer inspection, with the headlights of his car glaring in that direction, the clarity hits.

Maybank and Heyward.

His stomach twists at the realization that he wasn't your first recipient. That you went back to your roots before coming to him. Now, more than ever, Rafe has a bleeding need for some security, to be your first choice.

He doesn't like to be set in the backseat to a pair of Pogues.

Turning off the ignition, Rafe exits the vehicle just as Heyward and Maybank launch from your porch steps with rigid defense. Their eyes narrow at him in suspicion as he stalks up the long pebbled pavement.

"What are you doing here, Rafe?" Pope interrogates in lieu of a greeting.

Rafe scoffs, stuffing his hands into his pocket. "How is that any of your business, Pogue?"

JJ jumps in. "If you're here for Aaron—"

"I'm not," Rafe snaps, not liking any association with the loan shark, before admitting, "She called me."

A moment of suspense punctures the air before JJ disrupts it, shaking his head with disbelief. "Bullshit. Why the fuck would she contact a Kook?"

It's an insult, the way Maybank's lips curled with the title and Rafe huffs. He doesn't owe him any explanation and certainly won't give one. Stepping forward, Rafe attempts to enter your house, only for the two boys to block his path.

"Move," Rafe commands lowly.

Pope tries to meditate. "Look, I don't know what you're doing here, but she's been through some things and we don't want any more problems—"

Rafe doesn't bother listening to whatever else he has to say. He knows. He knows what you've been through and he's here because of it, not to add to it. But the accusation is thick on Pope's tongue, fueling his irritation. He attempts to shove past both of them, only for JJ to push back.

Shouting stirs you awake. That's a lie. You've been staring at the ceiling for the past hour, hoping it'll lull you to sleep, only for the act to be unproductive. When you start to hear sounds coming from outside, you know Rafe arrived.

Pushing past the screen door, you step out onto the porch to witness JJ and Rafe in the middle of a standoff.

Charged words thrown back and forth, you recognize the dark look behind Rafe's gaze as JJ keeps pushing Rafe's chest—one full of deep agitation, seconds away from snapping.

Your stomach flips with nausea.

"Back off, JJ," you announce sharply to the open yard, causing the trio to direct their attention to you. You briefly connect your gaze with Rafe before turning to the younger blond. "I called him."

JJ's hands drop from Rafe's chest, taking a step back, but there's a look of unsteadiness behind his gaze. Confusion spreads across his hard features while his mouth twists into an ugly scowl. "For what?"

"Does it matter?" You refute, avoiding his question. JJ cocks his head, only for you to add, "You can go home now."

JJ frowns, turning to Pope as they exchange a silent debate. When all Pope could give is a casual shrug, knowing it's your decision at the end of the day, JJ turns back to you.

"You could've let us stay," JJ reasons, throwing a harsh glance over his shoulder at Rafe. "What could a Kook do for you?"

"It's fine. He's my…" You trail off, unable to find the right words to label Rafe. Your initial ideas are too compromising. And Rafe doesn't want your relationship to be seen as complicated to the Kook public, since your interactions could circulate back to Ward. But here, in the sanction of The Cut, you know there's no intersection. No need for security. You shake your head with a tired yet reassuring smile. "It's okay. I appreciate you guys' help."

Rafe hates how you didn't say it.

With a heavy sigh, JJ nods. "Alright," he says, clapping his hands and signaling Pope to descend off the porch. They pair off as they head home and, sparing one last glance at Rafe—who's ascending up the short steps to approach you—JJ bids a final farewell. "Call us if you need anything."

Rafe's arm wraps protectively around your waist. "She won't."

You roll your eyes, shoulders relaxing from their rigid stance, as you watch their departing figures. Once they're no longer in view, you take his arm and tug him into your house.

The short stroll to your bedroom is mostly silent and Rafe takes inventory of your home for any disturbance. Since he ordered that cleaning service, your house is significantly cleaner. You had initially refused his charity but he refused to take no for an answer and you ended up with a grade-A cleaning company that polished your home from all the broken debris and dangerous hazards.

But that wasn't the problem.

When Rafe steps into your bedroom, it's an absolute mess. Pillows are skewed across the floor, your sheets wrinkled and tangled upon each other, and piles of your clothes are thrown together into a pile next to your closet. It greatly contrasts the environment outside your door.

"Shit," you mumble, embarrassment flooding through your body. You move from his touch to do some quick cleaning—throwing your pillows back on the bed, picking up dirty clothes, and tossing them into the hamper.

Abashment increases with each of your frantic steps, to the point that Rafe has to grab your elbow to stop you in place. "Hey," he says softly, lifting your gaze to his, "I don't mind."

You don't say anything. Fatigue pours into the very crevices of your bones. But despite the urge to be presentable, Rafe is a comfort. A clutch. And it's getting dangerous seeing how much you lean on him.

It's on the tip of your tongue to push him away. To tell him to go back home. But he beats you to it, glancing at the door.

"Where's your sister?" Rafe asks. "Are they okay?"

"They're fine," you answer, "They're sleeping."

You assumed Amara and Leilani would deal with the same troubles as you, but when you checked up on them, they were out like a light.

Rafe examines you carefully: the way you shift your weight from one leg to the next, the way your hands slightly tremble, and the clear indication of sleep deprivation from the darkened shades ringed around your eyes.

He understands now.

"And you're not?"

Your jaw locks before unwinding. "I'm sorry."

He wants to eradicate that phrase from your vocabulary.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"It's stupid."

"It's not stupid," he argues. "You have a problem and you called me. I'm here to help."

Rafe's words are adamant and warms your chest but guilt presses like glass against your heart. "Were you busy?"

"Doesn't matter."

You frown. But the look in his eyes is genuine and honest. You take a step back to separate from him, needing your own air. As of late, everything you own is his. "I…" You exhale a large breath, voice shaky. "I don't know. I don't know what's wrong."

"Is it because of Aaron?"

You hesitate before nodding once.

"Have you seen him?"

"No, and I think that's the problem." You expel another breath. "I'm on edge all the time. My chest feels heavy and tight and my head hurts." You pause, before choking out. "I'm just so exhausted."

Rafe closes the distance and wraps his strong arms around you as you sink into his chest. You inhale, taking in the faded smell of his cologne.

"I hate this," you mumble, balling the fabric of his shirt into fists. "I hate that I can't sleep. I hate that I'm always stressed. I hate that—" You cut yourself off, not wanting to reveal too much. Swallowing hard, you attempt to salvage your words. "I just hate that I'm like this."

Frustration oozes out of you and Rafe hates to see you in this state. However, he'll admit, having you vulnerable and open is a welcoming change. You're allowing him a chance to see a side of you no one else has the privilege to and he deeply treasures your trust.

He'll do anything to preserve it.

Rafe massages delicate circles into the small of your back, soothing the aches in your bones as you melt into his arms. "It's okay," he reassures with a sweet mumble, "I'm here. What do you need from me?"

"I just want to sleep."

"Then we'll sleep."

"No sex." You withdraw enough for him to meet your solemn gaze, "No touching. I don't want to do anything other than sleep."

"Okay." He agrees slowly, his voice is unsteady because of your accusatory tone.

"I'm serious, Rafe," you proclaim. "I know we like to mess around, but I'm too tired. I don't want to fuck tonight."

Rafe's expression is unreadable, stonewalling his emotions the moment those words slipped from your lips. Did you think he only sees you as a fuck buddy?

"I said okay," he snaps, a little sharper than intended, but you pretend not to acknowledge it. You misunderstand it as him being upset over the celibacy rule imposed tonight, but that wasn't the case.

You swallow hard, not wanting his aggression to roll over into bed. "Rafe," you begin, feeling guilty, "if you don't want to, it's fine—"

"I never said that," he cuts you off, not wanting the implication to be read that he doesn't want you here. He does. It hurts him that you think he sees you as nothing—when that's far from the truth. He just can't seem to say it. "I just..." His jaw tightens. "Let's just go to bed."

Your lips pull together into a thin line, wanting to address the issue, but deciding you cannot handle an argument tonight. Nodding, you separate from him and move to one side of the bed. Rafe does the same.

You thought Rafe would take some precaution to add distance between you but he doesn't. You can feel the overwhelming radiation of his body heat, the indication of his proximity in close range, and it causes your breath to be still.

You can't handle it. You need distance. You need space. It's too intimate otherwise, and you can't afford that.

Pulling yourself to the ledge, with your back facing Rafe, you inhale a deep set of breaths to soothe the tension in your body. To pretend you don't feel the heat of his gaze. "Goodnight."

He doesn't answer at first, before he reciprocates with a night and you close your eyes to sleep.

Rafe watches you. The first few minutes are normal, but as time passes, you can't seem to relax in your position. Twisting and turning, your eyes remain closed throughout. The only sound is the soft breaths escaping you to indicate your sleepy state—or, at least, the closest attempt at it.

His mind still lingers on your earlier words. Do you think he doesn't care about you? Beyond intimacy? Is that why you called Maybank and Heyward first?

Rafe never thought you had an issue with it. That you were perfectly content with the arrangement. But the accusation on your tongue gave a different interpretation. Do you want more? Or, is he driving himself insane with the idea of you being his and only his?

Lost in the spiral of his own thoughts, Rafe didn't even realize that you moved closer. Your back now facing the wall as one of your arms extends outward, draped across his chest.

He freezes. Rafe assumes it's an accident, something you'll retract in a matter of seconds. But when your arm reaches out again, seeking the curve of his neck, he realizes it isn't.

You want him.

Taking it as a sign, Rafe lowers himself to grab the underside of your thigh, pulling your weight onto him. The moment you're in his embrace, chest resting against his, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. And, in return, Rafe nuzzles into the open crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"No touching, huh?" He mumbles into the softness of your skin as a gentle taunt. But when there's nothing but the sound of shallow breaths and the emptiness of replies, Rafe realizes you truly fell asleep.

You reached for him unconsciously.

His heart races at the implication, before calming to a normal rate, matching the steady guided pace of your own breaths. His grip around your body tightens, squeezing the soft flesh because, at that moment, he doesn't ever want to let you go.

"You need me," Rafe murmurs the confirmation in the column of your throat, hoping the words would sink through. "And I need you too."

—

By morning, you're gone.

It shouldn't come as a surprise. Every time he spends the night, there's a brief hope that the outcome for the morning will be different. That you'll remain in his arms, sleeping soundly. It never happens. And despite the subtle ache in his bones from the weight of your body on top of his all night, it beats the ache in his heart.

Sighing, after washing up, Rafe exits your bedroom to discover you sitting on one of the stools. A leg propped on the flat seat, your chin rests on your kneecap while you're flipping through some old documents.

"Morning," Rafe says, falling into the space next to yours.

"Shit," you swear, nearly jumping out of your own skin, a hand covering your accelerated heart. You hadn't heard him coming. "You scared me."

"Sorry," he apologizes sincerely, his eyes scanning over your refreshed face. "You sleep okay?"

You nod, recalling the memory of this morning. Curled up on his arms, head buried in the curve of his neck, your body pressed against his. At first, you assumed Rafe had pulled you in, but that wasn't possible. He wouldn't go against your directive. It was all you.

The corner of his mouth rises at the recognition dawning on your face. Before he gets the chance to make some comment about your neediness, you cut him off. "Don't," you warn, feeling a rush of heat rising to your cheeks.

"I haven't said anything,"

"I see it on your face,"

He scoffs, but the smile remains. "You're right," he relents, leaning closer, shortening the distance between you until he's right before you. "I was thinking of it."

Your eyes catch him and the teasing glint behind his gaze, causing your breath to shorten. You expel a breath, trying to release some tension in your shoulders, before you clarify, "All we did was sleep."

"Yeah, but you slept on me," his voice drops a full octave, "Admit it, sweetheart, you want me. Why else would you want me here?"

You search his face, trying to figure out what he wants. What he's trying to get out of you. But you find nothing tangible. Refusing to put yourself in another position of vulnerability when Rafe has done nothing to balance the scale, you scale back, adding space. "I just—I needed someone I trust."

You don't acknowledge that his assertion is correct. That the one time you fell asleep peacefully was in his arms. Or, perhaps, it wasn't necessarily about trust but about him. Instead, you pretend it's something else, something vague and general, hoping one day it will.

"Someone," Rafe repeats. "Or me?"

You avoid the question.

And Rafe assumes the former.

Dropping your gaze to the files, the air stiffens into a palpable silence. Your fingers thread through the records, pretending to search for something, when all you can feel is the thumping of your heartbeat in your veins.

Rafe releases a sigh. The elation of his state quickly deflates after your rejection. Again. He doesn't know how much longer he can take before it truly destroys him. Deciding to shift the conversation elsewhere, he asks, "Do you want me to stay again?"

"No, it's fine," you shake your head, dismissing the proposition out of habit. Even though it would bring you peace, the rational side of your brain determines the distance necessary to protect yourself. Becoming too reliant on Rafe would add nothing but pain. "You can go home," you pause, considering how to lighten the mood, "I bet the mattress here sucks in comparison to your one-million thread counts, huh?"

There's a strain to your voice; a telltale sign. Rafe ignores your words and focuses on what he does best: reading your body language. With squared shoulders and an avoidant gaze, he knows your words are far from the truth. You just don't know how to ask for what you want.

So, he proposes a different question.

"But can you sleep?"

You don't answer.

"I'll stay then," he decides, as if he's reading an item off a menu. Before you get a chance to object, Rafe shifts closer, tugging the corner of a document. "What's this?"

Your mouth closes, shoulders slouching from how quickly he changes the topic. It almost makes you smile. Deciding it would be better than fighting it, you explain that you're reviewing your Sailor bank accounts to see what money you can spare without harming the business. However, the issue is that you can't seem to find any gaps.

Rafe's brows furrow together as he listens, asking permission to take a look at your statements himself. His eyes scan through the billing, before asking. "Why don't you sell the business and work elsewhere?"

"You're not funny," you declare, attempting to pull the document away, but his grip remains firm. His eyes are set on yours.

"I'm not joking," he declares. "It could help a lot. I mean, you'll earn more than what you're earning here."

He isn't wrong. At this point in time, you would profit more by working as a bartender than a business owner. But that's not the point.

"Sailor is my family's legacy," you explain, believing his question was not an attack on your qualification but rather from a strictly logical standpoint. "It and my sisters are the most important things in my life."

Rafe hums, and he doesn't add anything else. You don't know if he gets it. "Let me ask you something: why do you want Cameron Development so badly?"

He goes rigid. He's never been asked that question before. Never had to articulate his reasoning. It makes him uncomfortable to be interviewed—especially if it's to you of all people. "I don't know," he declares noncommittally, glancing at his lap, "I always assumed I would get it. I'm the oldest."

You shake your head. Not out of mistrust, but because you know him. Rafe isn't as simple-minded as the rest of Kildare likes to believe. There has to be more. "I don't believe that," you say gently, "Try again."

His expression morphs into a charming smile. A facade to hide. "Do I get something if I talk?"

You roll your eyes. "It's always sex with you, isn't it?"

His smile drops, but you don't pick it up. He shouldn't have said that, but it's too late. Your expression is easygoing and loose, a detachment to your words as if you truly believe and accept that perception of how he views you.

Instead of addressing his feelings, he tries to articulate what he meant before.

"I don't know," Rafe starts again, in a low mumble, his voice more vulnerable than it was moments prior. "Business was the one thing I got. I... I didn't excel in academics and I didn't like sports that much. But with Cameron Development, it was the one thing me and my dad could sit down and talk about and I didn't feel like a big disappointment to him."

He never said those words out loud before, and the confession sounds pathetic, but the way your eyes soften and your head nods along as you listen with no judgment, it gives him the confidence to continue forward.

"I... I get it, you know? The numbers don't scare me and the logic makes sense. It's the one thing I have going for me and to know that my dad is considering giving it to Sarah... It hurts. Like, she has everything and I can't even have the one thing I'm good at."

His voice cracks at the end, and his gaze has since dropped to the floor, hands messing and rubbing the calloused skin of the other.

You reach forward to cup the side of his face, and lift his head, meeting his sensitive gaze. "It isn't fair," you run the pad of your thumb over his cheekbone, trying to soothe the ache of his admission. "It truly isn't. I wish I could make it better for you."

Too gentle. Too loving. In the comfort of your touch, Rafe speaks before he can stop himself. "Sometimes I think if I have you, I'll be fine with the world."

Your breathing stills. Rafe did too. You don't know if you misheard him, or if he's implying something else, but before you can seek clarification, the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it." Rafe swiftly pulls away, moving to the exit. His hands clench by his side, teeth grinding, regret coursing through his veins at the mistake of letting his emotions overtake him back there.

He shouldn't have said that.

When he opens the door, without checking the peephole, JJ stands behind it.

"Oh, you're still here," JJ declares with a hint of bewilderment. "Didn't think she kept dogs past noon."

Rafe's already on edge from the previous conversation that he has little patience for the Pogue. Seconds away from slamming the door on Maybank's smug face, you appear by Rafe's side, stopping him and inviting JJ in. He steps into your living room, holding something in his hands.

"What's that?" You point to the crumpled note, before recognizing his nervous stance. JJ's bouncing on the heel of his feet, avoiding your gaze, and when you repeat your question, more firmly this time, he reluctantly holds the note out.

"Someone left this at your bar," JJ explains as you take it. Your eyes quickly scan the message, your heart sinking with every word you read. "It's a warning. If you don't... If you don't pay him back in full tomorrow, he'll do something to your bar."

Rafe's watching your reaction with a hardened look. His eyes keep sliding over to JJ, the Pogue being the messenger of the news—the one you sought help from before—and the blond feels the heat of his stare on him. Consequently, it forces JJ to grab your elbow and pull you off to the side, away from Rafe.

JJ begins. "Look, I know you don't wanna do it, but my dad knows a guy—"

"No."

"He's been through with Aaron before," he whispers back sharply, "It might be the only option you have."

"And get stuck in the same shit I had with Aaron? No," you declare firmly, reading the note again. It does nothing to soothe the heightened nerves in your body. The way panic is ricocheting inside your stomach like a ping-pong ball.

JJ says nothing, the absolute behind your tone quiets him. While you're preoccupied with another read-through, JJ glances back to where Rafe stands.

"I gotta ask," JJ starts again, lowering his voice so only you can hear. You lift your head from the note, meeting his curious gaze, with a raise of your brow. "Rafe? Seriously?"

While you're trying to figure out how to maintain your livelihood, JJ is concerned about your love life.

"Is this really the time and place?"

"I'm serious, what do you see in him?"

"Drop it, JJ."

"I just don't understand," he continues in a whisper, but his volume raises slightly, "I swear, you're a pretty girl. You can do 10x better than him—"

"JJ," you command sternly, all amusement vanishes. "Drop it."

"Fine," he stays, stepping back with both hands partially raised to his collar. He doesn't turn to catch another glimpse at Rafe, but instead, offers the same advice as he did before. "If you need my help, you know where to find me."

Rafe watches as the Pogue leaves, stepping out to your porch and closing the door behind him. But his breath remains ragged. He caught the last bit of JJ's hushed words, and as much as he wanted to be sensible, he didn't like it.

You're different than Rafe, he understands that. You have a support system, a list of other people, and sometimes—as much as he hates to admit—they are better than him. Less volatile. Less emotional.

But it feels like you're pushing him away. Placing him as a last line of defense for all your troubles. The insecure parts of him are roaring—louder than his rational thoughts can ever be—telling him that he's the last choice. The last option.

He can't help but wonder. If Leilani hadn't called him, would you have? Or would it be JJ or Pope?

Rafe rounds the couch to approach you, his hand circles your wrist holding the note. Your head lifts to meet his harsh gaze.

"You don't need his help," he declares gruffly, "I could've done it."

You blink. "What?"

"The note at the bar," he gestures to the crumpled paper in your hands, before dropping his to his side, clenching down to a fist. "I could've taken care of it."

"I... I didn't ask him. He did it himself."

Rafe isn't convinced. "And last night with Maybank and Heyward, that was all them too?"

His tone is sharp and accusatory, leaving you lightheaded as you stare at him. You're still wrapped up around the threatening note, but Rafe is somewhere else. A different topic. Another issue. You can't seem to gauge what type of response you need to have. And in turn, you give him silence.

His anger rises. "Am I just your second choice? Your fucking backup plan because those Pogues don't cut it?"

Your head is spinning, and you attempt to pull away from his grip but he tightens it. "Rafe," you start slowly, your breathing quickens, "What are you talking about?"

Are you being ignorant on purpose? Are you trying to drive him mad? His fury erupts, flooding all his senses.

"Them!" Rafe points to the door, where JJ left moments ago. "Last night. Everything. Did you ask them before you asked me?"

It's starting to catch up. "Are you serious?"

"I told you that we'll figure it out together."

"I—" Your throat burns. You can't believe he's letting his jealousy about your friends come at a perilous stage in your life. Exhaling a sharp breath, you meet his stare head-on. "They appointed themselves to that role. I never asked that of them."

After Pope discovered the break-in, JJ and him formed a pact to take it upon themselves to watch over you while you're home. They traded off shifts, entertaining themselves on the porch where they set up a makeshift couch and hammock to crash. You had tried to convince them you were fine, but they were stubborn. They wouldn't listen. And at the time, you appreciated the extra protection.

But it didn't work. You couldn't sleep. You still needed him.

Does he not get that?

Rafe scoffs, shaking his head with contempt, "You never ask for anything."

"Are you really trying to start a fight right now?"

"Are you making it a fight?"

"They're my friends, Rafe," you emphasize, "I told you that."

"I'm not talking about that."

"Then what is it?"

His jaw is set, resistance churning through his system to shut the fuck up, but he can't hold it in. He finds himself asking, half in plead, half in confession, "What am I?"

You weren't expecting that. Your lips part, but no words follow through. His hard gaze is on you, waiting for an explanation, but you don't answer fast enough. It's killing him. His next words are a shimmering calm, in a deadly whisper, "Do you think I only want you for sex?"

Your heart squeezes in your chest, taking all your air alongside it. You think you lost your ability to speak, but when you do, it comes out small. "Don't you?"

You're turning the question back onto him, and he hates it. He's trying to get the words out of you, to see where he stands, but neither of you is willing to take that step. It reduces him to silence.

You can't believe it. He can ask, but he can't answer. Frustration fills you, searing hot and explosive. You don't stop yourself from saying, "Because last I remember, whenever you had a problem, you came over to fuck." You snap, your emotions rising to a crescendo, "And when I asked you what we are..." You trail off, losing your voice. The sting of his label still hasn't passed.

But he knows what you're referring to.

"That's different."

"How?"

Rafe doesn't speak. All he knows is it's different. He has feelings for you. Before he refused to acknowledge it, now, it's bleeding into everything he touches. Everything he does. He just can't seem to say it.

"That was before."

Your brows pull together, your anger pulsating through your veins. "Before what? Before Aaron broke into my house?"

"No," he declares, his response is a knee-jerk reaction, but it wasn't the right one. Attempting to rectify, Rafe stammers, "Well, yes, but it's just... It's..."

Why can't he fucking tell you?

He's afraid of being first.

"It's pity?" You supply, not bothering to conceal the hurt in your tone. "Everything is just pity?"

"No!" He exclaims, but it isn't right. It still isn't good enough.

"Then what is it?" You demand, trying to get a hold of your emotions. But you're seconds away from screaming, or crying, or both. You rip your hand from Rafe's grip, taking a step back to conserve yourself.

His gaze falls to his empty hands, his emotions choking him. Every attempt at saying the right words causes him to shrink, feeling small, feeling like a child reaching for their parent's love, only to be pushed aside and dismissed. His walls are for protection, but it destroys as much as it save him.

Rafe decides to settle on something easy. "I'm your boyfriend."

"Fake," you correct.

"Does this feel fucking fake to you?"

You reel back. All your anger dissipates. All your resentment, hurt, and frustration disappear once those words leave his lips. And you're left with a burning clarity. Your chest constricts, your heart hammering. But you can't seem to answer him. You want him to say it first. "You tell me."

Rafe can't. It took all of him to admit such a thing.

You watch him with bated breath, but only to be disappointed again. His dark blue eyes are piercing, rich with emotions, but none of them are vocalized. None are honest. You can’t do this. You can’t go through another second of this uncertainty. You’re tunneling towards heartbreaking misery. So, you turn to leave.

But Rafe catches your wrist and pulls you back. His lips slam into yours, knocking the wind from your lungs.

He pours everything into this kiss; all his desperation, vulnerability, and truth. His action demonstrates everything his words can’t. And while you reciprocate with the same passion, reality grounds you, and you draw back, shaking your head. “Rafe—“

He kisses you again. Hoping it’s enough. Begging it to be. He can’t say it. He doesn’t know why he can’t fucking say it. He wants this to be enough.

You push back again, and this time, his arm wraps around your waist, trapping you in his embrace. You’re breathing hard as Rafe stares down at you while you’re looking at his chest.

He says your name. You refuse to look up.

He says it again. More firmly. You don’t acknowledge.

“Sweetheart,” he finally says, softening his words, and you find yourself crying. Tears crowd your waterline as you shake your head, refusing to be persuaded by the sweet sound of your endearment.

“No,” you choke out, slamming a weak fist against his chest. “Let me go. I can’t—I don’t—I’m not doing this.”

You finally tilt your head up to look at him. The way he stares at you with such tenderness. You can’t seem to discern it from pity. “I can’t.” You sob, “If this is how you’re playing me, I can’t keep doing this anymore. You’re breaking my heart.“

Then it finally hits him.

All your resistance. It was never rejection. It was the complete opposite. Coupled with the same fears he had; the same emotions he didn’t know how to express. He’s been so blind to it.

He should’ve known. He should’ve read it the same way he’s been reading everything else.

It finally gave him the confidence nothing else has.

“I fucking love you.”

You are completely still. You think you're hearing him wrong, that this is just a way of your brain deluding you and calming your irrational state of mind, but it's real. Your lips part, breathing shallow, all while you're staring back into Rafe's eyes.

He's afraid. Rafe doesn't trust his own instincts. Everything about you makes him question himself. And while he gained a fleeting moment of courage, he doesn't know if it will follow through. On the off-chance that, despite all this, all the signs he read, he was wrong and it will be rejection.

"Say it back," Rafe whispers in a plea. It's pathetic, but he no longer cares. "Say it back or I'm going to lose my fucking mind."

"You love me?" You breathe in a whisper, unable to move on from this moment. Rafe squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing thickly, before nodding once.

“I think I loved you since I first met you,” he confesses. “I just didn’t know it yet.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

Rafe bristles, “You think I go around telling people I love them?” He declares, studying your expression, trying to gauge your reaction, but it’s hard when he’s blinded by the crippling fear that you don’t feel the same. “You think I do this for anyone?”

“I don’t know,” you admit, “I just don’t want you to say something you don’t mean.”

“I do mean it,” he declares, his voice suddenly dry, as he finds your gaze. “I… I’m sorry for before when I said things I didn’t mean. I don’t want you just for sex, I don’t see you as just a fuck buddy. I’m… I’m in love with you, and it’s fucking difficult to tell you that.”

Your lips purse together, but you still don’t answer him. Don’t confess your own side. Instead, you ask in a meek voice, “Since the beginning?”

He huffs. He can’t believe he’s admitting so much today. Revealing things he swore he’d keep hidden behind a locked box. But when he finds the light returning in your eyes, trying to gauge more of his reaction, read his true meaning, finding comfort in his words, he’ll rip out his own soul to keep it there. “Since the beginning. When you called me out, when you patched me up, when you slapped me—“ That bit makes you let out a small laugh, “I don’t think I was going to meet anyone who challenges and accepts me the way you do.”

You don’t say anything for the next few moments. And they were the longest seconds of his life. Rafe had to speak, “And if it’s just me, if I’m the only person who feels this way, I’ll find a way to be okay with that—“

You cut him off with a kiss.

“I love you,” you breathe into his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I love you,” you jump, curving your legs around his hips as Rafe catches you, steadying you with two hands tantalizing skimming the curve of your ass. “Fuck, Rafe, I love you so much.”

His heart fills with your words. Your desperation clinging to each puncture. He grins into the kiss, before he deepens it, tasting you, stealing your air. Everything feels right. Feels good. When Rafe separates to break the kiss, he catches the residue smile on your face and the little daze behind your eyes. He snaps a memory of it and saves it forever.

But, just as it came, it slowly faded away. Reality quickly dawns on you, and your arms tightens around Rafe’s neck, reminders and deadlines creeping up your skin. Your confession comes out small. “I… I’m scared. With Aaron and everything.”

“Sweetheart…”

“I don’t have the money, Rafe,” your eyes connect with his. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Rafe pulls you in, flushed against his chest as your head lays on his shoulders and his hand strokes your hair. It takes a moment for him to process, to remember the world outside of you. But, when he does, he whispers, “I’m going to take care of it,” his voice so low, it almost comes out as a threat. “I’ll take care of you.”

And he will.

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kenzirr · 7 months ago

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Title: Secrets in the Sand

Pairing: Pope Heyward x Black! Female Reader

Warnings: Mild language, brief suggestive content, mentions of social class differences, and secret relationships.

Description: Pope Heyward from the Pogues and Y/N, a wealthy Kook, have been secretly dating for months.

Despite the social tensions between the Pogues and the Kooks, they find solace in each other's company.

However, their secret romance is put to the test when they are caught making out at a high-profile Kook party. How will their friends react, and what will become of their hidden relationship?

—-

The sun was setting over the Outer Banks, casting a golden glow over the waterfront mansions of Figure Eight Island. It was the night of one of the biggest parties of the summer, thrown by one of the wealthiest Kooks in town. The Pogues had managed to secure an invitation through their usual resourcefulness, determined to enjoy a night of free drinks and mischief.

Pope Heyward adjusted his shirt nervously as he walked through the grand entrance, flanked by John B, JJ, and Kiara. He scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face. The truth was, Pope had more than just a good time on his mind tonight-he was hoping to steal a few moments with his secret girlfriend, Y/N.

Y/N was one of the wealthiest Kooks in Figure Eight, and their relationship was a well-guarded secret. The Pogues and Kooks had a longstanding rivalry, and Pope knew that if anyone found out, it would cause all kinds of trouble.

Pope spotted Y/N across the room, her smile lighting up the space around her. She was talking to a group of friends, looking effortlessly beautiful in a stunning blue dress that accentuated her features.

Their eyes met, and a secret smile passed between them. Pope felt his heart skip a beat.

"Yo, Pope, you okay?" JJ's voice broke into his thoughts.

"Huh? Yeah, just, uh, checking out the place," Pope replied, trying to sound casual.

"Don't worry, man, we'll get you a drink. Loosen up," John B said with a grin.

—

As the night went on, Pope and Y/N managed to steal glances and share fleeting touches whenever they could.

Finally, Y/N found a moment to slip away from her friends and motioned for Pope to follow her. He excused himself from the group, claiming he needed to use the bathroom.

Y/N led him through a maze of hallways until they reached a quiet, dimly lit room. She closed the door behind them, and they immediately fell into each other's arms, laughing softly.

"I've missed you," Y/N whispered, her arms wrapped around Pope's neck.

"I missed you too," Pope replied, his lips finding hers in a sweet, passionate kiss.

They pulled back slightly, resting their foreheads against each other. Pope's heart was racing, not just from the kiss but from the thrill of being together in secret.

"Y/N, what if we get caught?" Pope asked, his voice tinged with worry.

"This could get really messy."

Y/N smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Then let them catch us. I don't care what anyone thinks. I want you, Pope. Right here, right now."

Her boldness sent a shiver down

Pope's spine. He looked into her eyes, seeing the determination and desire there. "You really don't care?" he asked, still a bit hesitant.

She shook her head, her hand sliding down his chest. "Not even a little. I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go after it."

Her touch was electric, and Pope felt his resolve weakening. He pulled her closer, their lips meeting again in a heated kiss. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them lost in each other.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and there stood JJ, John B, and Kiara, their jaws dropping simultaneously.

"Pope? Y/N?" John B exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock.

JJ burst out laugning. "Un man, this is too good. Our boy Pope hooking up with a Kook!"

Kiara looked between them, trying to process what she was seeing. "Wait, how long has this been going on?"

Pope and Y/N reluctantly pulled apart, both blushing furiously. "Uh, a few months," Pope admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

John B shook his head in disbelief but couldn't hide a small smile. "Well, I guess that explains why you've been so secretive lately."

Y/N took a step forward, her eyes pleading. "Please don't be mad. We didn't want to cause any trouble. We just... we just really like each other."

Kiara crossed her arms, a playful smirk on her face. "You know, Pope, this actually explains a lot. Like why you've been disappearing so often."

JJ nudged John B. "And here we thought he was just nerding out somewhere."

Pope laughed nervously, relieved that his friends seemed more amused than angry. "Yeah, well, surprise!"

John B clapped him on the back.

"Hey, if you guys are happy, that's all that matters. Just don't keep us in the dark next time, okay?"

Y/N smiled, grateful for their acceptance. "Thanks, guys. We really appreciate it."

JJ grinned, his mischievous glint back in his eye. "So, Pope, does this mean we get to crash more Kook parties

now?"

Pope rolled his eyes but couldn't help but laugh. "We'll see, JJ. We'll see."

With the tension broken, they all headed back to the party together, the night suddenly feeling even more special. Pope and Y/N stayed close, their hands brushing against each other, no longer needing to hide their affection.

As the music played and the drinks flowed, the Pogues celebrated their unexpected discovery with the same camaraderie that always defined them. And in the midst of it all, Pope couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to have found someone like Y/N-and to have friends who accepted them just as they were.

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years ago

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Love At Midnight

Warnings: cursing, smut, soft sex, oral sex, slightly dom!Reader?, unprotected sex, soft!Pope, fluffy smut.

Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N and Pope end up making love at midnight.

Author's Note: sorry for being so inactive :(

You slowly woke up to the feeling of soft kisses being planted on your neck. You took a minute to fully wake up as best as you could before looking back at your boyfriend and smiling. “What are you doing?” You asked with a tired giggle. “Oh, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Pope said softly. “No, no.. it’s okay.” You said with a lazy smile. You looked over at your alarm clock on your bedside table. 12:05 AM. “What are you doing up so late? It’s past 12 AM.” You said as you looked back at your boyfriend.

“I was having trouble sleeping.” Pope said with a sigh. “I tried reading, listening to music on my phone, a bunch of stuff and nothing was working. So, I decided to start loving on you a little bit to see if that would help. I know it sounds stupid.” He said with a sigh. You smiled and rolled yourself over to face him fully before taking one of his hands in your own hands and kissing his knuckles softly. “It’s not stupid, I get it, babe.” You said with a soft smile. The two of you laid there in silence for a moment before you got an idea.

“Hey, what if there was a way that I could help make you sleepy again. Well, make us both sleepy actually.” You said with a grin. “What are you talking about, Y/N?” He asked with a soft chuckle. “Well…” You trailed off as you crawled on top of him. “I think my idea is something that we would both really, really, really enjoy.” You said with a smirk. Pope now knew exactly what you were getting at and smirked. “Well, I am totally down if you are.” He said with a grin. “Of course I am down! It was my idea after all.” You said with a laugh. Pope laughed with you before you leaned down to kiss him lovingly.

The two of you made out passionately for awhile before you pulled away from him. You pulled off your night shirt, revealing your bare breasts to him, your nipples hardening from the cold air. Pope sat up and gently began to massage your breasts before drawing your right nipple into his mouth. You hummed and let your head fall back as your hands found his hair. After sucking on your hardened bud for a few minutes he pulled back and smiled. “Well, we can’t let the other one feel left out now can we?” He said with a grin as he began to suck on your left nipple now, his hand playing with your right nipple.

After awhile you gently pushed him back onto the bed with a smirk. You got off of him only to tug off your night shorts and panties before helping Pope pull off his sweatpants and boxers. You got back on top of him again and stroked his hard dick a few times before aligning his cock with your pussy. You slid the tip of his cock through your wet folds a few times before sinking down on his cock completely. You both let out soft, breathy moans as you did so. You took a second to get yourself adjusted before beginning to grind on his cock. Pope moaned out softly under you as you slowly grinded against him.

His hands held onto your hips and helped you grind yourself onto him. After grinding against him for awhile you decided to switch it up and you began to bounce on his cock. Pope used his hands to help you bounce on his cock more. You began to pick up the pace, moans and curse words tumbling out of your mouth as you did so. Pope threw his head back on the pillow and moaned out as you continued to bounce on his dick faster and faster. You then began to feel that familiar knot bubbling in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You clenched around Pope’s hard cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He said. With that your eyes rolled back and you clenched around his cock as you gushed on him. You clenching around his cock was enough to make him let go as well, spewing his warm seeds deep inside of you. Before you could do anything, Pope pulled out off of his cock and laid you down on the bed before getting up and spreading your legs wide. “I- what are you doing?” You asked with a giggle. “Well, I have to clean up the mess we made.” Pope said with a smirk before shoving his head between your legs. He swore that he was going to clean up every last drop, and that is exactly what he did.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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multifandomwhore-003 · 3 years ago

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The Black Dahlia

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Heyward! female! black! reader

Summary: Y/N Heyward is America's promise for the Olympics... when she gets in.

Genre(s): Angst, fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of racism.

A/N PLEASE READ: Hi, so here's the thing, I was scared I was gonna lose readers because of this, and after a lot of thinking and processing I decided I don't care, I rather have 0 reads over not expressing my point of view and being part of the problem. BLACK LIVES MATTER. IT'S NOT A TREND, IT'S A REALITY, AND THEY WILL NEVER STOP MATTERING. RACISM IS SICK AND DISGUSTING. This is a love letter to all my black readers out there because I haven't seen any imagines with a canon black protagonist. I do see race and I acknowledge the challenges that you have to endure every day as a person of color, in my account and in my everyday life you are seen, you are loved and you're valued just as much as anyone else. If you are black and you see something in this chapter that makes you uncomfortable or something I should add, don't hesitate to tell me, I will listen and I will change it.

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"Again!" your dad yelled before the music finished.

You sighed returning to your initial position while he restarted the song.

"Dad, I think she's practiced enough," Pope tried to help his sister.

"It's enough when I say it's enough," he sassed back.

On paper, the Heyward kids were perfect, the genius and the legend. Pope was known for being smart, or at least smart-er than the rest of the kids on the island, their dad never got enough of how much other parents would complain about their own kids reminding him how lucky he was to have Pope without missing the part where they wished he was theirs. However, no one dared to talk about you, their silence while you moved on the ice was enough, their jaws would drop to the floor, and their overwhelming awe made them lose every sense of communication. 'The Black Dahlia', they didn't know your name, they didn't care to know your name because that was the only label, on every headline, on every billboard, on every conversation, on every whisper. You were one of the only things that made kooks and pogues come together, you were the glue of the island, there was no one on the Outer Banks who missed your performances, you were powerful enough to make them forget about any other differences they could come up with, as long as you were skating, they were all there joined by the same emotion, amazement. With all of this, you'd think you were important enough to go to the Olympics, right? Yes and no, your talent was undeniable, your presence on the ice was beyond magnificent, your execution was exquisite, but there was just one thing that never quite convinced the judges, you were black.

You fell, again, losing your balance, losing control, you turned to your dad who only looked at you with a serious face before he left his seat and got out of the edifice, the door-slam echoing, chills coursing through your body. You got up waltzing to the exit finding Pope right in front of the door, he looked at you as if apologizing for not being able to do anything, he hugged you, and for a second everything around you seemed a little brighter.

Arriving home, you already had memorized the speech.

"We can't allow ourselves to make mistakes, not us, your entire life has led up to this moment and this moment only, every penny, every tear of sweat, blood, and tears I've forced myself to make has been so you could have a chance to get out of this island, to have the opportunities most of us can only dream of. You dropped out of school for this, that was your choice, I supported you because you committed to this, and you can't afford to fail, you have to be perfect, because perfect will either get you the bronze or the silver, gold? Don't even think about it, you're not one of those Disney-like girls with blonde hair and blue eyes, and even they get robbed, do I have to mention Tonya Harding again?"

For an entire week, you had repeated the same routine, an endless and torturous loop of disappointment and failure, the more you practiced the worse you got. You got inside your room tossing your duffle bag aside, you took a deep breath, then you screamed in silence, all the rage and impotence scaring your stomach as you tried to not make a noise, it felt empty, sore, it ached crossing every level of pain, only air came out of your mouth, mumbled incomprehensible whispers. You began to pant hoping for composure, desiring even just a fraction of instant calm, nothing, nothing but burning exasperation. You looked at your knees considering banging them so hard against anything, you just wanted for it to stop.

Nighttime covered the sky, the moon glistening in pure joy, you wanted to scream at it, it almost seemed as if it was making fun of you with all its grace and shine. You opened the door of the ice rink, and as soon as your blades grazed the frozen water you felt sick, you grimaced rolling your eyes at how much you hated that place now.

You put on your headphones on deciding to tell the routine to go fuck herself, you were alone so, who could stop you from just enjoying the music. You remembered 'Cherry Bomb' very well, it was the first routine you used a Triple Axel on, back when you were some naive 11-year-old who only did it for fun, you had it attached to you like a second skin, you remember it better than your first language, it was so easy, it brought you comfort.

There's something else I think I forgot to mention that is crucial to the story, do you know Surya Bonaly? Aka the 'rebel on ice'? If not, she was a French figure skater who was worldwide famous for her backflips, she was a pioneer that the world wasn't ready for, they wanted an ice princess, she gave them the rule breaker. But you weren't Surya Bonaly, no, you were everything she couldn't be, all the love, all the recognition, all that brace, and all that esteem came from the media, so much so, that you were basically peered-pressured into nationals. The way you pulled off her signature movement was so gracious, so charming, so rare it almost seemed as if you defied all the laws of physics, you were extraordinary.

The first time you were named was after you won state not so long ago, some reporter said 'As delicate as a daisy, as dark as a bat flower, Y/N Heyward, The Black Dahlia', many others tried to call you many other things but the one who stuck waw the one who everyone agreed fitted you the best.

Ice flakes flew across the floor when you posed at the end, your eyes were closed and for the first time in months, you genuinely smiled.

"Whoo!" someone yelled.

You jumped opening your eyes, you turned to the person clapping loudly.

JJ Maybank will never forget the first time he saw you skating, he was ten and he had to do a science project with Pope, Heyward picked them up from school in his truck and they drove to the ice rink. What was the project about? Hell knows, he didn't understand shit about it and as if it couldn't be worse, the entire time they were there the only thing he saw was you. Since that moment he was always present in every single one of your performances, always bringing flowers, always cheering first, always screaming louder than the rest of the audience, he even cursed at the judges for not giving you the score you deserved in your firsts competitions whether it would be in real life or through the screen, although most times he would beg Heyward to take him with the rest of you when you had to compete out of the state.

"JJ, what are you doing here?" you moved to the edge.

"Pope and your dad got stuck on the mainland and he asked me to come to pick you up but I came earlier to watch you practice," he ran towards you.

If it were any other day, you'd smile, but right now the last thing you needed was knowing someone wasn't gonna lose you out of sight.

"Thanks, J, but right now I need to be alone,"

"But I haven't seen the new routine yet, your dad almost yelled at me not to come these past few months, just so you wouldn't get distracted,"

"It's better if you don't, trust me,"

"Oh come on, it must be really good,"

"It is if I manage to pull it off," you confessed.

He rolled his eyes, "Of course you're gonna pull it off, you're best figure skater in the world,"

"I don't know about the world but-"

"You're gonna go the Olympics Y/N! Of course, you are!"

"Only if I get selected, and by the looks of it, I probably won't,"

"Why? What's wrong?" he frowned.

"Nothing," you shook your head, "Just come later, okay?"

"I'm not leaving," he crossed his arms.

"JJ," you tilted your head.

"Not until you show me the new routine,"

"I'm not gonna do that?"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to,"

"Show me,"

"No,"

"Show me,"

"No,"

"Show me,"

"No,"

"Show me,"

"No,"

"Come on show me," JJ whined.

"I said no," you raised your voice.

"Why not?" he pouted.

"Because I can't fucking do it! I fall like an idiot in the fucking backflip every single fucking time, okay?! So no, I'm not gonna show it to you, because how are you supposed to see something I can't even do because I'm a fucking failure!" you spat, tears streaming down your face, "Okay? so just- just leave," your voice broke.

JJ hugged you.

You sobbed and panted uncontrollably, a bullet had been shot through the bottle of emotions you had been carrying, you let your body let go and fall into his not being able to hold anything back, "I can't do it," you weakly said, "I can't fucking do it and I don't know why,"

"It's okay, it's okay," he pet your hair, "Hey, hey, listen to me," he cupped your face, "You are Y/N Heyward, The Black Fucking Dahlia, the youngest person to do a Triple Axel and the best figure skater in the fucking world, so don't say you're a failure ever again because you're not, you're just nervous and you're scared of going to the Olympics that's okay, I'd be terrified even, but that doesn't make you any less talented or any less capable, you're gonna make history because you're gonna go to the fucking Olympics and you're gonna be the first black woman to ever win a gold medal in figure skating, I don't care what your dad says you're gonna win it, I believe with every part of me that you are and so should you," he pointed at your chest, "So don't ever doubt yourself again because you have no reason to do so, okay?"

You nodded stunned by the proximity the two of you were sharing, his breath crashed against yours and in an impulsive move, you kissed him. He melted almost immediately his hands traveling to your waist.

In a moment of realization, he separated from you, "I- I shouldn't have done that,"

"But I was the one who kissed you,"

"Y- yes, yes, you're right," he stuttered, "But I kissed you back and I can't do that,"

"Why not?"

"The bro code,"

You rolled your eyes," Fuck the bro code," you grabbed the collar of his shirt to kiss him again.

"But what if Pope finds out?" he pushed himself off you.

"He doesn't have to,"

"Yeah, you're right," he agreed quickly placing his lips on yours making you smile.

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coco-cinnamon · 2 months ago

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JUST A DREAM

୨୧ Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of virginity, fluff, a tad angsty.

୨୧ Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Pogue Reader

୨୧ Summary: In which, Y/N has the perfect night with Pope but, it turns out that none of it is real.

You smiled as you snuggled into Pope's side, watching the sunset on the beach. "This has been the perfect night." you said, returning his smile.

"It really has been," Pope agreed, kissing the top of your head softly. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Pope." you replied, gazing up at him. Pope stood and extended his hand. "Come with me, let's walk along the beach." he said, smiling.

You smiled and took his hand, then got up and followed him. The two of you walked along the beach, hand in hand. It was nice to finally have some alone time with him, not that you didn't love the other Pogues - they were like your family. But being with Pope made you feel different; you were truly in love.

"You made tonight so perfect." you said, smiling.

"No, I didn't... I mean, I tried, but you being here is what made it perfect." Pope replied.

You felt a flush of pleasure as Pope complimented you. He knew you struggled with self-esteem and body image, so his kind words meant a lot. "You're so beautiful, Y/N," he said. "I don't know how I survived before I met you."

You smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "Honestly, I don't know how I made it through without you either." you said softly. He smiled and then leaned down to kiss your forehead. You looked up at him with a soft smile and giggled, "you're so cute." Pope chuckled and leaned in to kiss you.

As the sky began to darken, you suggested, "Well, it's getting late. We should head back. Do you want me to drop you off at your place?"

You paused for a moment. "What is it, baby?" He asked. You looked up at him. "Could I... stay with you tonight? I mean, if your parents wouldn't mind." He chuckled. "They wouldn't mind at all. They love having you over, and they think you're great. So do I." You smiled and let out a small chuckle. "Well, thank you." He took your hand and led you to his car, then the two of you drove off to his place.

Pope entered the house with you. "Mom! Dad! I'm home! I brought Y/N with me." he announced. "Welcome back, Pope," his dad said, stepping out of the kitchen. "And hello, Y/N." he added, smiling. "Hey, Mr. Heyward." you greeted, returning the smile. "It's nice to see you again, sweetie." Pope's mom said warmly. "Nice to see you both again too." you replied. "We're just going to head upstairs if you need us." He said, as he and you went upstairs.

You both entered his room and sat on his bed. "So... what now?" you asked, glancing at him. "Well... I might have a few ideas..." He said softly before he leaned in and kissed you. Giggling, you kissed him back, and you both fell onto the bed, tangled in each other's arms as you continued kissing. "I- wait" you said, stopping him. "What is it, baby?" He asked. Flushing, you admitted, "I'm still a virgin." He paused for a moment, processing your confession.

Your face heated up once again and you looked away before he gently took your hand. "Hey, look at me, baby." He said softly. Taking a breath, you turned your head to face him again, watching him smile softly when he looked at you. "That's okay, we don't have to do this if you're not ready." He said softly. You gave him a reassuring smile. "No, it's okay. I want this." Pope nodded. "Alright, but let me know if you want to stop at any time. I'll be gentle." You nodded, and the two of you began kissing again.

Suddenly you awoke with a start, sitting upright in your bed. To your disappointment, Pope was nowhere to be found. Frowning, you muttered, "I suppose it was all just a dream." But as the words left your lips, you herd a soft knock on your bedroom window. Looking over, a familiar face appeared - Pope was peering through your window, a smile spreading across his features.

Author's Note: tysm for reading, angels!

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greengoblinswifey · 1 month ago

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Are you writing for the outer banks ? I would love a JJ and Pope x reader after this last season ❤️

summary— JJ and Pope are on the run, the least you can do is give them a place to stay and a hole to fill because your parents want to take away their livelihood.

warnings— slight s4 spoilers. slight angst, threesome, fingering, oral(m&f receiving), hand job, praise kink, ass slapping, degrading kink, rough sex, protected sex, unprotected sex, anal, choking, double penetration, creampie.

a/n— requests for obx are open, enjoy <3

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Never in a million years would you have thought you’d be harboring fugitives. Your parents would skin you alive if they found out.

JJ’s footsteps echoed against the marble floor as he paced furiously back and forth across your bedroom. His fists clenched, jaw tight, he turned on you, eyes blazing. “Did you know about this?” he demanded, almost accusingly. “Did you know your family was trying to tear down everything we have left?”

“JJ, that’s not fair,” Pope interjected, his tone strained but trying to steady the atmosphere. Though Pope was calmer, you could see the tension in his eyes, the way he clenched his fists whenever he thought about everything they’d risked to fight for.

You swallowed, feeling their eyes burning into you. “No, I didn’t know,” you replied, fighting to keep your voice steady, though his accusation stung. “I would never be okay with that, and I can’t believe you’d think I would. I'm putting myself at risk for you two right now—do you have any idea what my parents would do if they found out?”

JJ ran a hand through his hair, exhaling hard as he finally sank onto the bed beside you, pressing his palms against his forehead. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, frustration lacing his apology. “I’m just—if they get their way, that’s it. Everything we’ve fought for is gone.”

Pope sat down on your other side, eyes dark and thoughtful as he tried to compose himself. “We’re just out of options. I don’t know where else to turn, and now we’ve got the cops on our backs too.” He looked down, clenching his jaw, before looking back at you. “But we don’t want you to get hurt either.”

You placed a hand on each of their shoulders, trying to calm them down. “Listen, we’ll figure this out. I’ll do everything I can to convince my parents to see it from your side. I won’t let them just rip everything away from you.”

JJ shook his head, though he seemed a little calmer. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to change their minds, but thanks for trying sweetheart ,” he murmured, a softer look passing over his face.

Pope nodded, gripping your hand in silent gratitude. “We trust you.”

As the room fell silent, the air thickened. JJ’s hand brushed along your thigh, firm yet cautious, while Pope’s fingers lingered at the back of your neck. You could feel the air between you three shift. You looked between them, and in their eyes, saw the same look—intense, lust blown, and wanting.

JJ’s gaze was unrelenting as he murmured, “Are you sure about this? We don’t have to unless you want to.” His voice was soft but laced with need.

You swallowed, heart pounding. “I want to,” you whispered, glancing back and forth between them. “I want this—with both of you.”

With that, you leaned toward Pope, lips finding his in a passionate kiss. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, while JJ’s fingers gently traced along your arm and then groping your tits. As Pope’s lips moved against yours, JJ’s hands lingered, his touch sending a rush of warmth through you.

“You’re so hot,” Pope murmured between kisses, his words barely audible, his breath warm against your skin.

JJ leaned close, brushing his lips just below your ear. “Let’s help you out of this,” he whispered, hands carefully guiding the fabric away from your shoulders. His fingers brushed along your skin, gentle and teasing, and you shivered under his touch.

They took their time, careful and attentive, each movement heightening what was between you. Pope’s hands found your waist, guiding you toward him as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. You let out a soft moan, feeling completely enveloped by them both.

JJ’s lips met yours, his kiss full of restrained urgency. “We’ll take care of you,” he murmured, his hands tracing gentle patterns along your back.

Pope’s voice was quiet but steady. “We just want you to feel good, to let go.”

You smiled, nodding as warmth bloomed through you. “Don’t stop,” you whispered, meeting both of their gazes. You knew you were exactly where you wanted to be.

As they stood in front of you, both of them needing a release, you could feel the weight of their gazes. You knew exactly what they needed and you sank to your knees slowly, gaining their nods of approval as they watched you with admiration. JJ’s breath hitched as he muttered, “You really are something else, goddamn.” Pope nodded in agreement, a soft grin on his face. “You have no idea what you’re doing to us.”

You took your time unbuckling both their belts and their breathing quickened. As you did, both their cocks sprang free and you were surprised, to say the least. Pope was thick and long, the vein on his cock pulsing and JJ was so long, not as thick as Pope but you knew he’d fill you up just right. They both would.

With your eyes needy and doe eyed, you stared up at them, on your knees as you took JJ deep into your mouth, your other hand stroking Pope slowly.

“Fuck,” they moaned in unison. Their moans willed you on and you switched, taking Pope into your throat and stroking JJ as their heads fell back in utter pleasure.

“You’re fucking amazing, y’know that?” JJ panted. You hummed around Pope’s cock, gagging and bobbing your head faster, determined to feel his cum shoot down your throat. Your thumb massaged the tip of JJ’s shaft then down to his balls as your tongue swirled around Pope’s cock, and before long, you could feel him throbbing uncontrollably.

“You’re doing so good for us, shit, I’m gonna cum,” Pope breathed. You stared up at him, your eyes begging him to cum down your throat and he got the message. He held onto your curls lightly, holding you down as his cum shot down your throat and you swallowed every drop.

Feeling JJ’s balls tighten, you quickly took your mouth off Pope’s cock and went to his, massaging his balls and deep throating him. You were determined to make him cum too and very soon, you heard the unmistakable sounds of soft whimpers of your name and the feeling of warm cum filling your mouth. You hummed as you swallowed, savoring the taste of both that made your tastebuds tingle and your pussy wet.

When they finally pulled you up, JJ brushed a hand across your cheek, laughing softly. “You really do know how to take our minds off things.” You were proud of yourself, you made two men, friends at that, cum minutes apart.

“I think it’s our turn to make you feel good, s’that a good deal?” Pope inquired and you nodded desperately. He wrapped his arms around you, capturing your lips in a kiss and laid you onto the bed, spreading your legs as he did.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

“You are fucking soaked,” JJ praised, “did sucking our cocks turn you on that much?”

“Or are you just a slut?” Pope smirked.

You’d never heard them talk to anyone like that, it was different and it had you throbbing.

JJ leaned down, his eyes locked onto yours as his lips captured your pussy in a soft kiss. It was so intimate, he was practically making out it. He moved to your clit, his tongue flicking it as you gripped onto Pope who made his way beside you for support.

He used one hand to play with your nipples, the action sending waves of pleasure you never thought would be possible from such a simple gesture. Then, his other hand slowly trailed down your abdomen making you shiver as JJ continued his attack on your pussy. Pope’s fingers finally reached your wet hole, slipping in two immediately as JJ lapped at your juices.

“Tell us how good we’re making you feel,” Pope whispered, his fingers curling to find your g spot.

“You’re making me feel so good, you guys are so— fuck,” you moaned.

“Alright then, be a good girl and cum for us,” JJ smirked, his tongue’s movements speeding up and making you grip the sheets tightly.

You weren’t sure who or what to hold on to but you found yourself gripping on to JJ’s hair and your other hand clutching Pope’s as you squirted all over them. You shivered uncontrollably, slowly coming down from your high as they cooed at you.

“Bet none of those lame kooks made you squirt the way we just did,” Pope said, almost cockily.

You nodded shyly, he was right. No one had ever made you feel remotely close to what they just did, you needed more.

JJ grabbed a condom from his wallet, handing one to Pope and they both ripped it open, rolling it onto their hard cocks. You bit your lip in anticipation wondering how you would take the two behemoths in front of you. Was this how the night was really going to go?

JJ was first, him and Pope exchanging looks and finally, he got his own way as usual. He slid above you, his blue eyes piercing into your brown ones as he slowly rubbed the tip of his covered cock along your folds.

“You ready for this baby?” he asked, his voice raspy and low.

“Please just put it in.” He was more than satisfied with your answer and he slowly slid inside your pussy, you weren’t sure if it was to help you adjust or savor the moment. The wind was immediately knocked from you as his hips snapped harshly against you. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you squeezed your eyes shut, soft whimpers leaving your lips as he began rutting into you roughly.

“Oh c’mon, take it baby, this is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

All you could do was moan and slightly push his hips away from you but your slight resistance proved futile. He was thrusting into you with such great force, you could feel him in your cervix. Pope stood there watching intently, his breathing irregular as he slowly pumped his covered cock, desperate for you to cum so he could be inside you.

“We both want you to cum baby, can you do that? Can you squirt on my cock?”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, nodding as he continued to pound into you. He grabbed your neck and forced you flat on your bed then pinned your legs behind your head.

“Jesus christ, that’s it, look at this wet pussy all spread out for me,” he chucked.

Your pussy couldn’t take it any longer. Clenching tightly around him, you squealed as you felt a rush of liquid spray from you, soaking JJ and the sheets below. His movements slowed, allowing you to feel everything as you came down from your high.

“Your turn Pope, you’re gonna love that tight little pussy,” JJ said, slipping out of you and sitting in the chair opposite your bed.

You were so sensitive, your pussy twitching as Pope used the heavy tip of his cock to rub along your clit.

“Aww, are you sensitive?” he asked and you slowly nodded your head. “Well, too bad.”

As the words left his lips, he sank into you, spreading your legs wide open so he could be balls deep. You weren’t sure how you were taking him, JJ had definitely stretched you open and prepared you.

“Tell him how good it feels,” JJ demanded, sliding the condom off his cock. It wasn’t even full making you wonder why he was ditching it.

“Feels so fucking good, you’re so deep Pope, it feels so good.”

Your moans turned into screams as Pope’s cock collided with your g spot continuously and he reached between your bodies to play with your sloppy clit.

“C-can’t,” you sobbed, the pleasure almost unfathomable.

“Yes the fuck you can baby, now squirt on my cock like you did before, be a good girl,” Pope cooed.

Your pussy was obedient and as predicted, you squirted onto his cock, clutching Pope’s body as if he would disappear if you didn’t.

“See, you could, that’s a good girl, that’s my good girl,” he panted in your ear, your foreheads touching as he rutted into you hard but slow.

Your eyes were heavy and they began closing but it didn’t last long as you felt the bed dip and Pope move from the position above you.

“Arch that back,” Pope murmured but you were too dazed to do so.

They chuckled at your cock drunk demeanor and Pope put you into position with JJ sliding under you and Pope behind you. Pope slapped your ass harshly making you jolt and you felt the unmistakable feeling of the head of his cock, bare, probing your ass.

“W-what are you doing?” you inquired.

“It’s okay, just preparing you to take my cock in that tight ass.”

Before you could protest, JJ captured your lips in a deep kiss, his hand around your neck cutting off your oxygen just a bit.

“And you’re gonna take the both of us at the same time like a good fucking whore, yeah?”

JJ chuckled knowing he was squeezing your throat hard and you wouldn’t be able to answer.

You felt both their bare cocks at the entrance of your holes then the feeling of Pope spitting on your ass and using your juices from your pussy to help lubricate it.

“It’s gonna feel so good baby, I promise,” he cooed.

You felt your vision blur as both men sank into you at the same time. JJ’s hand moved from your neck to your mouth, finally allowing you to breathe. Your screams were muffled in his hand as neither men allowed you to adjust to their size and they began moving at the same brutal pace, the bed squeaking under their weight.

Your muffled screams turned into loud moans and the men took it as the opportunity to go even faster, your tits bouncing against JJ’s body as they did.

“See, what did I tell you beautiful? It’s gonna feel so good,” Pope cooed, slapping your ass.

“She’s such a fucking slut Pope, harboring fugitives and making them fuck her? What would mommy and daddy think?” They both chuckled, mocking you but your pussy squelching loudly was the biggest mockery.

“She’s clenching around the both of us, fuck,” Pope groaned, “cum for us, I know you want to.”

JJ squeezed your neck and used the other hand to rub rough circles on your clit. The pleasure surging all throughout you was too much and before long, your body convulsed violently and you came beneath them.

“Good fucking whore, such a fucking cock slut for us, so obedient. I can’t wait for us to fuck these holes every chance we get,” JJ muttered, his thrusts becoming more powerful.

“We’re gonna cum inside you, fill you to the brim and leave you here leaking,” Pope added.

You whimpered at their words, not able to form a single thought as both boys went at the same brutal pace. You would’ve thought they were trying to tear you apart. With deep moans, they stilled inside you, each pressing deep as their warm cum filled you up. Your holes clamped tightly around them, milking their cocks of all their cum and the feeling of being full in both your holes made your eyes roll back.

“That’s our girl, our little cock drunk whore,” JJ said. Both boys slipped out of you, collapsing on either side of you as they caressed your body.

Pope leaned over to turn up your radio, just in time to hear that the search was still on for him and JJ. Your heart dropped as you heard their last sighting was in your neighborhood.

“Well, that’s our cue,” JJ chuckled. They both sprang up, quickly putting on their clothes to make their escape. While you were half grateful they were leaving, scared someone would find you with them, both your holes leaking with their cum, you wish they could stay to cuddle you.

“Next time, yeah?” Pope said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“We’ll be back soon and you’ll get those cuddles we know you want,” JJ added, placing a kiss on your lips.

You hummed in content. “Be safe you two, call me if you need anything.”

With that, the boys sneakily slipped out of your mansion, leaving you a leaking mess on the soaked sheets below you.

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just-my-fandom · 4 years ago

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Rocky Road P1 (JJ Maybank x Routeledge! Reader)

This is a test chapter. If it gets the attention I want it to, we’ll continue. If not, this will be the only chapter, mainly because of the time each chapter takes since each episode ranges between 40 to 50 minutes.

Chapter 1

Word count: 3,538

Summary; After a hurricane, John B, Y/N, JJ, Pope, and Kiara plunge headlong into danger and adventure when they find a mysterious sunken wreck.

Pairing(s); John B Routledge x Twin Sister! Reader, JJ Maybank x Girlfriend! Reader, Pope and Kiara x Best Friend! Reader

Tag list; Currently None.

“We’re the Pogues, and our misson this summer is to have a good time, all the time,”

“That’s what, a three-story fall to the deck?” The dark male at the bottom of the house, Pope Heyward, looks up at the brunette boy balancing on the roof before him, “I give you a one-in-three chance of survival,”

John B hums in thought, licking his finger before raising it to the sky, allowing the wind to hit said finger, “Should I do it?”

“Yeah,” A girl with (hair/color) locks and warm, (skin/tone) skin dangles her legs from the roof next to her twin brother, body leant up against the blonde male beside her, “You should definitely jump,”

“I’ll shoot you on the way down,” Pope promises, raising the staple gun in his hand so John B raised his eyebrows, pointing two fingers in a gun motion,

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towe warmers,” A female with dark hair and dark skin climbs out of the unfinished home, looking up at her group of friends, “This used to be a turtle habitat, but, who cares about the turtles, I guess?”

“I care about the turtles, Kiara,” You fake a small pout to your best friend, reaching a hand over the railing to grab her fingers and squeeze,

“Can you please not kill yourself?” Kiara looks up and squints at your brother,

“Don’t spill that beer!” JJ calls up, one arm draped at your shoulders as the other raises his can to his lips, “I’m not giving you another one,”

On cue, John B lets out a curse as the beer can slips from his fingers, dropping and clashing onto the porch of the unfinished home beneath him,

“Smooth,” Kiara mumbles, looking over at a distant shout,

“Hey, uh, security’s here,” Pope states, and you clap your hands, sliding beneath the railing to jump down next to Kiara, JJs hand tapping your back thigh in a motion for you to start running,

“Boys are early today,” John B hops down, feet taking off into a sprint,

Your lips pull into a grin as you follow after your twin brother, pushing past shelves and jumping over paint cans through the constructed house,

“Hey, Gary!” You call, skidding past the older, bigger man, “No hugs for you today!”

You giggle as JJs hands lift your hips to raise you above the gate, his body dropping next to you before his hand takes yours and squeezes, allowing you to hop into the van before he follows after you, laughing,

“Hey, there’s Gary!” Pope calls, JJ leaning out the vans door to hold out a beer can to Gary’s running figure,

“You’re so close! You can do it, there you go!” With a toss, JJ watches the can hit Gary upside the head, “They don’t pay you enough, bro,”

“Okay, that’s enough,” You snort, tugging JJ into the van so the door shut, JJs body dropping next to yours with an excited breath of rushed adrenaline.

“The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth. It’s the sort of place you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island,”

“Alright, this is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So guess where we don’t live. And then this is the South Side, or the Cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, natural habit of, drumroll please,”

“The Pogues,”

You lift up the hook to the HMS Pogue, turning to shield the sun from your eyes with your hand. Moving across the boat, you move into where the steering wheel took place, JJ looking at you past his sunglasses and sliding a hand to your bare back,

“That’s Y/N,” John B introduces, “My twin sister and my pain in the ass. Or, blue bird as our father used to call her. Y/N is our mom of the group, somehow keeps us stable and in check from getting arrested three or four times a day,”

“And that’s JJ. My best friend since the third grade. He’s about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Best surfer I know. Just, don’t tell him I said that,”

You yelp as your body drops into the water, awaiting for the wave above you to settle before rising above the surface. You snort, JJ stepping off his board playfully so he landed beside you with a hard splash,

“Together they’re known as Outer Banks’ OTP, as Kiara puts it. Been together since seventh grade and still going strong. Of course even with JJ as my best friend, I still gotta hand his ass to himself sometimes,”

“Don’t even get me started on micro plastic,” Sitting at the bonfire, Kiara is quick to shove John B away from the choke hold he puts her in,

“And that’s Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. When she’s not saving turtles or getting a dolphin tattoo with Y/N, she hangs out with us. I’m not really sure why, though. Pope thinks she’s secretly madly in love with my sister and uses us to get to her, but, I can’t see Y/N leaving JJ for even Chris Hemsworth, and that’s saying something,”

“And that’s Pope, the brains of the operation, finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship, and the smartest person I know. His fathers this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you,”

“So, that’s my crew,”

“John, Y/N, it’s come to our attention that you both are unemancipated minors living on your own,” The social worker in front of you at her desk sighs,

“No,” You and John B instantly respond, sharing glances before you grimace, “No,”

“I need honesty to help you,” The woman responds, eyebrow raised, “That’s what we want, right?”

“Yeah,” You nod, shrugging, “But we’re being honest,”

“Okay,” The woman leans back, “When was the last time either of you spoke to your uncle,”

You look at your wrist- with no watch- glancing at John B who shifts in his seat, “Uh, thirty-four minutes ago,”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

John B looks at you this time. “Two hours and,” You pause, “Fourty-three minutes ago?”

“Kids, we’re gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle,” The worker sighs, again, “If he’s not there, we’re gonna move forward with foster care,”

You exhale a sharp breath, hand running down your face.

“Keep an eye for Hurricane Agatha. She’s coming hard and heavy tonight,”

“No phone service?” John B groans as he raises to his feet, body heavy with sleep. His finger flicks the light switch. Nothing. “No power?”

John B exits his bedroom to depart to the living area. On the pull out couch, laid his sister and best friend. While you laid on your back, breaths even, JJ laid on his stomach, arm draped across your tank-top covered chest with his head beside yours,

“Yo, JJ,” John B calls, hand smacking JJs upper back so JJs head snapped up, his movement startling you to lift your own head, “You been outside?”

“I have polio, bro,” JJ mumbles, lips pressed to your shoulder, “I can’t walk,”

You heave a laugh, turning to curl into JJ so his arm slid around your hip and pulled you closer. You finally heave a breath, pulling away from JJ so he moaned in protest, your grin tired as you grab his hand and pull him up with you,

“Agatha did some work, huh?” JJ calls out to John B in the front yard, leaning against the open screen door with a found beer in his hand, and looking at the time, you choose not to scold him for his choice of drink as soon as he woke up,

“Yeah she did,” John B hums, tossing a branch off the boat that was brought out to shore.

“C’mon,” You call, pulling your tank top off so you were left in the bikini you fell asleep in, “Gods telling us to fish,”

“What do we have here?” You lift a hand to shield your eyes, watching Pope turn to look at you from his deck,

“We have a safety meeting,” John B calls, hand at his shoulder in a fake walkie-talkie, “Attendance mandatory,”

“Cant, Pops got me on lockdown,” Pope frowns, JJ scoffing,

“Your dads a pussy, over,”

“Oh I heard that, you little bastard,” Heyward snaps, and you raise your chin with a smile,

“We need your son,”

“And hurricane days a free day,” JJ reminds,

“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward questions, and you furrow your brows in pretend thought,

“Pentagon, I think,” You grin, “We have security clearance,”

“You think I’m stupid?” Heyward questions, stepping forward when Pope drops the hose in his hand and lunges off the porch, landing on the HMS boat with a stumble so your arm wrapped around his shoulders, laughing,

“When you get back, you gonna clean your dirty ass room!” Heyward demands, as you wave, “And I don’t like your friends!”

“Hello, princess,” You lean on the edge of the boat, smiling dreamily at Kiara as she moves to the edge of her boat deck. You extend a hand, helping her step down before turning to look at JJ,

“One day, she’s going to take you from me, I know it,” JJ pouts, and you smirk, leaning sideways so your lips pecked his,

“Nah, I like blondes more,” You grin against his mouth, JJs hand coming up to cup the back of your neck,

“Take your beer before I barf,” Kiara cuts, shoving two beer bottles between you so you leaned back and took one, narrowing your eyes,

“Okay, okay,” JJ stands up, popping the top to his bottle and moving to stand on the edge, “I got this,”

“No, you tried this six thousand times and you failed every time,” You remind, leaning back so the beer that missed his mouth flew past you, John B groaning in disgust.

You reach up to tug at JJs shorts in an attempt to pull him back down, the sudden jerk of the boat forcing JJ off the ledge, your body lurching forward so you hit the edge of the boat- hard- groaning at the pain in your muscles,

“Pope, what the hell?” John B calls, as you lift you head, watching JJ resurface from the water,

“J, you okay?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head,”

Pope snorts, stepping up, face dropping as he looks down into the water, “Guys,”

“What?” You finally sit up, following your gaze so you cursed, “Holy shit, there’s a boat,”

“No way,” Kiara moves next to you, “Holy shit,” She repeats, “There is,”

John B tugs off his shirt, your legs leading you off the edge so you dropped into the water beside JJ, hand over your nose.

Sure as shit, a boat. An expensive one, that is. Rising for air, you watch your friends talk all at once in hysterics for your finding,

“Did you see that?” JJ calls to everyone, Kiara nodding with a short, “Yeah, I did,”

“That’s a Grady White,” JJ swims up to the HMS boat, heaving himself up before twisting and taking your hand, “A new one of those is like five hundred Gs, easy,”

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge,” John B states, as you twist the water out of your hair, “Maybe it hit the jetty or something,”

“You surfed the surge?” Kiara asks, roughly, and you squint your eyes with a grin

“You didn’t?”

“Do we know whose boat that is?” Pope asks, heaving a breath of air from how long he held it underwater,

“No, but we’re about to find out,” John B picks up the anchor, saluting you before he jumps back off the boat, allowing the weight of the anchor to pull him down.

He comes back up in short time, hand raising to show you the yellow key in his hand, “I found this motel key,”

“A key,” Your smile drops into irritation, pushing away from the edge to sit down, the adrenaline quick to leave your system,

“Yes, a key, Y/N,” John B lifts himself up,

“Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard,” Kiara states, as the boat begins to speed off, “Maybe we’ll get a finders fee,”

“Yeah and not work all summer,” You hum, letting the wind blow dry your hair, “Maybe we should just go find out ourselves. Go to this motel, does it have a name?”

You reach out, taking the key from John B and reading the name before handing it back, “Let’s go lady and gents,”

A sharp whistle, and you look up at the damaged motel, “I thought the Chateau looked bad,” You raise to stand up, waiting for the boat to stop on the edge of the grass before hopping off, “Kie, Pope, keep a lookout,”

“Shouldn’t you stay here?” Kiara asks, eyes glancing to JJ jumping beside you,

“Are you kidding?” You grin, JJs arm sliding around your shoulders before he points up to the motel,

“Let me take you on a tour, sweetheart,” He teases, pulling you towards the steps with John B quick behind you,

“Just be so careful, John B,” JJ turns to grab John Bs jaw, mocking Kiaras demand to your twin brother,

“God, you’re so weird,” John B shoved him away, JJ scoffing as he looks at you,

“What was that about?” He asks your brother,

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful,” John B protests, and you roll your eyes,

“Or maybe Kiara loves you,” You tease, sliding your own arm around JJs torso as you walked in sync, “Come on, big brother, Kiara totally likes you,”

“If Kiara likes anyone it’s you, babe,” JJ states, “C’mon, we all know she’s secretly gay for you,”

“Maybe,” You hum, grinning as he removes his arm to send a light knock to the door on the key,

“Housekeeping,” He speaks in a high-pitch voice, receiving no answer,

John B unlocks the door, and you pear over JJs shoulder, body slumping in disappointment at the empty, boring hotel room,

“Check the bag,” John B orders, JJ unzipping it, “See if there’s a name on there somewhere,”

“Nope,” You lift the jacket on the stool, “No name,”

John B kneels down, your eyes watching as he pressed random buttons on the safe, “John, try this,” You hold out the sticky note with numbers, and he hums in thanks,

The safe opens with a short hiss, John B cheering out a small “yay” as he pulls it wide,

“Whoa,” You mutter, watching John B pull out a wad of cash and a small hand gun, “Holy shit,”

“What?” JJ steps up, instantly taking the gun and grinning,

“Put the gun back,” John B hisses, raising to his feet, “JJ, seriously!”

“This is a fucking spend gatt, man. Just... bam! Bam!” JJ pretends to shoot, your eyes snapping to the door upon hearing keys,

“Guys- cops!” You hiss, JJ looking at you before following John B to the window,

“Get it open,” John B presses, and the window opens wide, “Go,” You move out and onto the small roof under the window. JJ is quick to follow after, body pressing you against the side of the motel beside the window,

“Can they see us?” You whisper yell, JJs head barely shaking as he turns his head, silently staring at John B on the other side of the window,

A moments pause, JJs hand suddenly dropping the gun in his grip so it clattered off the roof and into the grass. Your jaw clenched as JJ presses himself harder against you, arms tight around your waist so you were nearly invisible to the window,

“You should have forgotten the stupid gun,” You hiss, lowly, JJ shushing you as his eyes flick between yours, then tilts his head to look at John B again. Your head leans forward into JJs chest, eyes watching in terror as Chief Shoupe peered out the window, then leaned away back into the motel room,

Your eyes flutter shut in relief, JJs hands loosening at your hips as your head leans back against the wall, looking back up to meet his gaze, “You’re an idiot,”

“Well that was fun,” JJ comments fifteen minutes later, your body laid across the front of the HMS Pogue, “Could have warned us sooner though,”

“We would have, except Pope was on the math team,” Kiara comments, showing Pope had failed to throw a rock at the window to alarm you,

“You were on the math team?” You glance at Pope, who rolls his eyes,

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene,” John B speaks up,

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope questions, JJ raising his head before his hands, showing off the gun and the wad of cash,

“Dude, why take that from a crime scene?” Kiara hisses, and your eyes squint as Pope begins to panic about losing his scholarship,

“So it turns out, Scooter is the Grady White owner,” Pope shows up at the Chateau an hour later, pacing in front of you curled in the corner chair, JJ in the recline beside you, “We need to have total and complete amnesia,”

“For once, Popes right,” JJ speaks up, hand leaving your thigh to stand up, “See, I agree with you sometimes, deny, deny, deny,”

“Guys, we can’t keep that money,” Kiara speaks, and you lift your head off your hand,

“I agree with Kiara,” You nod, “We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs,”

“I agree,” John B echoes, and you raise your eyebrows at your twin brother, “This dude has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he has a Grady White?” John B raises his hands, stepping into the house, “Just sayin’,”

Keggers. A party that brings Tourons, Pogues, and Kooks all together, somehow. They always seem to end with a fight, though. The one thing you looked forward to.

Except when it’s your own idiots who start the fight.

“Did I offer this to you?” JJ raises his eyebrows along with the red solo cup, blue eyes harsh on Topper, the Kook princess’ boyfriend, “Didn’t think so, run along,”

In swift motions, Topper has smacked the beer into JJs face, JJ has lunged at Topper, and within seconds, Topper is drowning John B in the ocean and JJ is shooting a gun into the air.

“That’s enough!” Your shout silences the group. Huh. Okay. “Kooks, onto your side, Pogues!” You jab a finger towards Pope pulling John B up, “Let’s fucking go,”

“Youre not still mad at me, are you?”

Your eyes shift over to the blonde next to you. Hair blowing in the wind, your mind runs over last night events. Today’s event- John B searching the Grady White using stolen scuba gear,

“You brought out a gun, at a party,” You remind, head tilted to look at him,

“Okay, I was saving your brothers ass, just so you know,” JJ leans back, and your eyes run over his face, wide,

“My brother wouldn’t have almost been drowned if you weren’t arguing with Topper,” You protest, voice snipping, “So don’t bring this around on him,”

“Guys,” Kiara cuts, your eyes narrowing in irritation as you look at her, “Someone’s following us,”

“There’s two of them,” Pope squints, staring at the two figures on the boat behind, “And one of thems got a gun- holy shit!”

JJ is quick to grab your arm and tug you into him, free hand grabbing the edge of the boat as you drop onto the floor of said boat, your eyes wide in alert,

“Holy shit guys!” Kiara panics, your eyes pinching shut as JJs hand slid up to your head, his own lifting to look over at the two men shooting constant bullets,

“Damn it, move,” Kiara steps over Pope, picking up the fishing next piled at your feet,

“Kiara, get down!” You squeak, eyes tearing as she threw the net, cutting the second boats engine so John B is able to steer away,

“Oh my god,” You panic, sitting up as JJ follows, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hip to check for any injuries,

“Okay okay okay. Can you please open the bag? We almost died over this shit,”

You kneel down in front of John B opening the bag, pulling out a container that held a compass,

“Great,” Pope steps back, shaking his head, “We found a compass,”

Your brows furrow as you take the compass, flicking it open so your eyes widened and looked up at John B,

“Dude, what?” JJ asks, “It’s not worth anything,”

“This was dads,” You exhale, throat suddenly tight as JJs face fell and his eyes searched your face, “This- this is dads compass, John B,”

John Bs eyes raise to yours, then up to the group behind you.

Could Big John still be alive?

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twinklelilstarkey · 4 years ago

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I absolutely LOVE your GoodGirlxBadGuy!Rafe and I have to ask. I would love love love if you could do something with JJ again, but like where the Good Girl asks Rafe to back down/do something for her & he does it & all of his friends or whoever is there is like woah. Sorry if this literally makes no sense. You do whatever you want with this. I don’t really know what I’m asking for, but you’re the bomb so I have faith you’ll make it amazing

A/N.: You absolutely do not need to worry about making sense in this blog. I will not ever judge anyone by what they write to me. I know how confusing it is to ask someone for a request, I’ve been there.

Soft [Part 1] - Rafe Cameron

Words: 3.6k+

Type: Fluff & Angst

Warnings: Swearing. Female!Reader. Rafe vs JJ. Annoying as all hell non canon JJ. Sorry, it had to happen. Bad boy x Good Girl trope.

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

You should read this before reading this imagine just for some context.

Part 2

Today is a beach day. Something you can never get enough off. Especially with your friends.

Rafe, like every other day of summer break, has only been able to get out of bed after midday, so let’s just say that you’re a little late.

All because, Mister Cameron thought yesterday was a good night to play COD with Topper and Kelce until 5.

You have been awake since at least 10am, and Rafe only let you get off bed at 10:30. His arms are like complete iron around you when in bed. It’s almost impossible to get out of there. “Almost” being the keyword.

You had your breakfast, put on your bikini/bathing suit and waited around the house for Rafe to get off his ass and start getting ready to leave.

You did try to pull him out of bed but to no avail, that man did not move a muscle.

And when he was out of bed, the clingiest person ever. You could be screaming in his ear that he needs to go get ready, since your friends are already waiting for him, but he does not even flinch.

Walking around your house with only boxers on, whining about not knowing what he wants for breakfast and then grabbing you out of nowhere and throwing onto the couch “to cuddle”, as he had said.

Your phone was already blowing up with messages from his and your friends, because they were already at the beach waiting since 11am.

An hour as passed and you’re only walking to the beach now. How amazing.

Rafe is not even half awake yet. Dark sun glasses hide his half open eyes, heavy with sleep, and you’re almost dragging him down the dirt path so he doesn’t fall to the side.

“You’re unbelievable” You giggle as he sighs dramatically at how much you still have to walk.

The walk wasn’t as bad as he thought. It just took you less than 5 minutes to get to your friends. But that isn’t going to make him stop whining about how tired he is.

“Look who decided to show up” Topper screams from the towels, drink on his hand, “What’s wrong with him?”

“I’m tired, leave me alone” He groans at his best friend, who completely ignored him.

You all walk closer to everyone’s towels. Your friends are all sun bathing, sitting up to greet you and Rafe, while his, are all at the water.

You give Rafe his towel and he’s quick to lay it on the ground and lay down, probably planning to go back to sleep as soon as he rested his head over the sad.

You, on the other end, took your sweet time with your towel and talking to your friends, siting away from the harsh light of the sun under the umbrella, just for now, right next to Rafe.

Rafe, sensing you close, lifts his head from his towel and decides to use your leg as his pillow instead. Not that you’re complaining, at least his head is not all that heavy.

You talk to your friends about everything and anything, and Rafe is more than asleep beside you in less than 5 minutes. Peacefully going into his dreams.

“Of course, they had to come to this beach” One of your friend comments, sitting up and bringing her glasses up to see whoever she’s talking about.

You follow his gaze to find none other than a group of Pogues, John B, Kiara, Pope and JJ. People you supposedly met at a party, but you do not remember of. You just remember Topper telling you to stay away from them the day after that.

“What’s so wrong about them?” Your other friend asks.

“They’re just not these guys’ favorites” She answers, pointing at Rafe and the vacant towels next to him, his friends’.

You decide not want to listen to anything else since it only sounds like trouble to you, and you look down at Rafe. Still fondly asleep, eyes closed and face squished on your leg.

You lay your hand over his head and, for your entertainment, you start playing with his hair.

The infamous group of Pogues scream something in the distance to each other, and you look up at them, seeing them all run to the water, leaving their things scattered around the sand. One of them stay behind, the girl. You assume, Kiara.

She starts picking all her friends’ stuff from the ground while shaking her head, putting them all in a pile before she starts taking off her clothes to join her friends in the water.

“Why the fuck are they here?” Kelce asks from in front of you.

He had just come back from the water, and you didn’t even notice him walking this way before his question.

“No idea” Your friend answers.

He lifts his eyebrows as if to not act annoyed and takes a look at the naked back of the man sleeping beside you.

A grin appears over his lips and he looks at you, he has a plan. Oh no.

“Has he been sleeping for long?” He asks you and you shake your head, not wanting to be caught talking in the alteration that is about to happen. “Good”

He reaches from his empty cup from the towel beside Rafe and does a run for it, going to fill his cup with the cold salted water before saying anything else.

He comes back not even a whole minute later with his cup filled to the brim, guilt eats you up inside slightly as you watch him, and as he gets close enough to do it, Rafe lifts his arm in the air.

“Don’t you dare” He groans.

Kelce looks at his half asleep friend in shock and Rafe turns his head to take a good look at him. The girls beside you fall into laughter, as you try to hold in your own.

“How did you even know?” Kelce asks in shock, eyes widen in shock.

Rafe turns on the towel, now laying in between your legs on his back, head resting a bit on one of your legs.

“I have super powers, remember?”

(...)

It has been an hour.

Rafe has already slept everything he needed and now he’s in the water with the guys. You, after much convincing, decided to stay with the girls instead.

You sip Rafe’s cold drink, which rests on your hand, and you try not to cringe at the taste of the alcohol.

Can he drink anything that does not have alcohol?

You were so distracted with the bright blue drink that you didn’t even notice who is walking right past you and your girls.

“Can we help you?” Your friend asks the pair.

Kiara, the only one you can identify by the name, is standing next to a guy. Someone you have no idea who it is. Is he JJ? John B? or Pope?

As they walk by the towels of all your friends, a few feet away, Kiara keeps looking at you.

“No, thank you” She answers, “We just someone we recognized. Y/N, right?” She asks pointing at you.

All your friends look at you confused and you look at her with no emotion that can explain anything to them.

“Yeah, that’s me” You answer.

Your tone was enough to make Kiara understand that you weren’t recognizing them as well as they recognized you.

“We met at last week’s party remember?” She asks, trying to help you out. “At the bonfire pogue and kook party?”

“I remember the party, but I... don’t really remember talking to you guys” You answer with a slight forced smile, “Sorry?”

“No need to apologize” The boy says, holding his hand up as if to dismiss you, “You probably were just a little too drunk than we were” He says as he sends a glare at Kiara, almost as if he was telling her to shut up.

You nod at the silence and your friends sense the tense air building up.

And the sight of all the guys coming back from the water isn’t making anything seem better either.

“Well, I believe you guys can go now” Your friend says, eyes hidden by her glasses as she steals glances at the guys to check how close they are.

“Yeah, we should” The guy says, grabbing the girl by the wrist.

You look over at the guys walking back to the towels and your heart speeds up slightly at the idea of this causing a scene. A violent one, to be more precise. Rafe is such in a good mood, you really don’t want anything to ruin that.

“Heyward and Carrera, what the hell are you two doing here?” Topper asks in a malicious playful tone as the pair walks away, or rather, as the supposed “Heyward” pulls Kiara away.

Your view of all the pair walking away is cut short as Rafe stands in front of your towel, catching your attention. He walks carefully between towels and takes a seat in front of your seated form, letting some cold droplets of water fall into your warm skin.

You hiss at how cold the water and your boyfriend are and he takes the drink from your hand with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Did you have fun?” You ask as you wipe the water from your skin.

“Sure did” He says before downing his whole drink in one go.

He looks back at you to find you frowning at him. The fact that you fought a whole cringe and body shiver with a small sip of that drink and Rafe just took it all in one swig is... concerning.

“What?” He chuckles, leaning in closer to you to be under the umbrella that is shielding you two from the sun.

“That was... disgusting” You say slowly with your frown and he chuckles.

He leans in quickly and steals a kiss, making you close your eyes for a bit. You don’t push him away, but it doesn’t take him long to pull away to look at you.

Some of the guys turn to look at you as they hear the sound of the kiss.

“Find a room, Jesus!” One of the guys screams with a playful tone, making the guys join as well.

“Every fucking time we go out” Topper joins in. “Always the same thing with the two of you” And also does Kelce.

You roll your eyes as Rafe laugh along with them.

Not too far from you, Pope and Kiara get back to their towels, one more visibly concerned than the other.

“Stop staring, JJ” Pope warns his friend.

“I’m not” The blonde says while looking away.

Kiara takes a seat with the boys.

“I still don’t see why they’re dating. She’s, like, the nicest person I know” Kiara groans, again, making the boys look at her.

“Did she say anything when you two went over there?” John B asks, thanking Pope, for the drink he gave him, right away.

“Yeah, she said she didn’t remember us. And it looked like she was saying the truth too. Her friends are just straight up garbage, though” Kiara explains, leaning against Pope.

“Maybe she really doesn’t remember us” Pope starts with a shrug, “And maybe, she’s actually happy with Rafe Cameron- Guys, this is ridiculous. Since when do we care about what the Kooks do with their lives?”

“This is all because JJ got a crush on her” John B says with a chuckle, gaining a glare from the blonde, “What, dude? It’s true. You always go for the most expensive and most difficult meat to get in the market. It’s your fault why we’re all doing spy work today”

“Whatever” JJ says while shaking his head.

(...)

“No, guys! This makes no sense, we need more people if we’re going to play like this” One of the guys’ says as everyone walks around and ducks under the net to move to the other side.

Everyone decided to do a game of volleyball not too long ago, but since the guys want to play with larger teams, and the girls’ smaller.

This is all taking way too long to decide.

Rafe has his arm over your shoulders, holding you close as everyone yells at each other about the rules and who is on what team.

“We have to separate the power couple. Ain’t no way I dealing with both with their result. I can hear so much whining from losing” Another guy yells while sending a look at the two of you, making you laugh beside Rafe.

“Okay. But you guys, ugh! We need at least 3 more people to play with us! Don’t you know math?!” A girl from your group screams.

“We can join”

Everyone shuts up and looks towards where that voice had just came from, behind you all.

Exactly where the certain group of Pogues are standing confidently. Well, all of them except for that “Heyward” kid. He really looks like he doesn’t want to be here.

You don’t judge him.

“Since when do you play volleyball, Maybank?” Topper asks the blonde guy from the group.

“I always played. You’re just not that acquittanced with all my skills” The guy answers, making Kelce laugh.

“Using big boy words, ugh, JJ? Since when did that happen?” Kelce butts in.

The blonde, you mean, JJ, ignores him.

“Are we playing or not?” He asks. Silence, “What? You’re scared of losing to a Pogue”

With that, JJ sends a quick glare over at Rafe, who seemed more than unfazed with all of this, having his fun with playing with the volleyball on one of his hands.

“Alright, who’s playing from your group?” One of your friends asks.

They split, Kiara steps forward, just like the other guy, a brunette.

“Okay, let’s do the teams then” Topper says, “Rafe. Give me the ball”

Rafe snaps back to reality and throws him the ball, letting his arm fall from your shoulders to your waist.

They spend a few minutes all discussing, which made you learn everyone’s names in Kiara’s and JJ’s group. The “Heyward” kid is Pope, who will not be playing but sitting on the sidelines, and the brunette kid is John B.

Everything makes sense now.

“Okay” Kelce announces, “Rafe let go of Y/N and go to the other side of the net” He starts, making the boy beside you scowl and take a step back. “John B go with him and...”

He names everyone, pointing at each one, and you stand with your team. The team that has both JJ and Kiara. Doesn’t seem all that bad. For now at least.

As everyone scattered around to their positions, JJ stayed on the position behind you and you can’t help but find his sudden glances a bit too strange.

Are you supposed to start a conversation with him or something? What did you even do at that party, good God!

The game begins and almost everyone’s competitive spirit jumps out of their skin.

From doing way too much for just a innocent beach game to insanely loud celebrations. This game is just going to end badly and you know it.

Bad thing for you when you did a quick forearm pass to save your friend from any complaints from your team, and it hit one arm more than the other close to your wrist. Meaning: it hurt like a bitch for a good moment.

As everyone talks between themselves as one of the girls runs to go grab the ball, you look down at your arm and cringe a little at how it stung with the slightest touch of your fingers.

“You okay?” Someone asks as they step close to you and you look up to find JJ, walking up really close to you.

“Yeah...” You say with a shy smile, “I just hit my arm wrong”

As his hands were about to reach your aching wrist, a shout stops him.

“Don’t touch my girl, Maybank!” Rafe shouts from his side of the net, eyes glaring at the guy next to you. “Stay the fuck away!”

JJ looks up at your boyfriend and doesn’t even flinch at the glare or the shout. Kiara hisses his name and the boy just holds his hands up almost as if in surrender.

He doesn’t say anything back to Rafe, which surprised everyone from his friend group. You, on the other hand, are just expecting the worst to come crumble down, now that you know how much they don’t appreciate each other.

The game continues once your friend is back and, now, many points later, both Rafe and JJ stand as middle blockers. The blonde walks to stand in front of your boyfriend, who is trying to not even spare him a look.

Your friend starts talking to you right in the same second as JJ opens his mouth to whisper at Rafe, distracting you enough not to catch it.

“Nobody can touch your girl, uh, Rafe?” He whispers, “I knew you were bad with women, but, my god, you treat them like property too?”

Rafe scoffs at his words.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, uh?”

“Funny” JJ says with a smile. “How long have you two been dating?”

“That doesn’t concern you”

Rafe looks away from him at you to see you talking to your friend, completely entertained. All of that while he fights his urge to shut up the guy in front of him as the two stand in silence.

“Is she any good?” JJ pokes the bear again, “Sure, does look like it”

Rafe looks at him as he clenches his jaw.

“Ooh, did I struck a nerve?” He continues, now gaining the attention of some of the people around them. “Come on, bro, I’m sure you can share” He shrugs, laughing a bit.

Rafe’s blood is boiling in anger with all of JJ’s words, plus his little innocent laughs that just make his voice even more obnoxious.

“Just shut up” He says, shaking his head a bit.

“Or what?” JJ continues, “What are you going to do, uh?” He tilts his head to the side amused, “What are you going to do if I just grab your little girlfriend and take her with me?”

Rafe keeps quiet, almost in physical pain from holding back so hard.

“I’m sure she would like that” He smiles widely, “To be my own little slut”

That’s exactly what it took for Rafe to snap and take a step forward, closer to the net and closer to JJ, who as a reflex stepped back.

“Where are you going, uh?” Rafe asks with a fakest smile he could pull off, “You had all of that to say and now you’re backing up?”

Everyone looks at the two guys as JJ steps back and Rafe ducks under the net to get to the guy.

“Come on. Keep talking. Keep saying all you were just whispering to me” Rafe says, making Topper and Kelce duck under the net too to be his back up.

John B follows them and stands beside his friend.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Rafe gives JJ a slight push as the blonde smirks at the taller boy in front of him, and stumbles back a little.

“Rafe” You start while walking close to him.

He is not doing this here. Oh, hell no.

“Come on, let’s go! You were so brave a few seconds ago and now you’re backing up like a little bitch, let’s go, bro.” He continues.

“Rafe, stop” You hiss at him as you try and get closer. “Please, don’t do this”

He looks away from the boy in front of you to look at you for a slight second, chest moving rapidly in pants of the adrenaline circling his system.

You move past Topper and Kelce and stand in front of him, not giving a crap that a whole fight is about to start right where you’re standing.

“You promised” You whispered only for him to hear, giving his chest a slight push.

He looks away from you to send a glare at JJ and slowly takes a step back from the altercation.

“No fucking way” JJ says out loud before letting out a chuckle, “She got you whipped, uh? Oh my god” He whispers in disbelief the last part.

You fight your urge to turn to the boy yelling behind you, and just lay your hands over Rafe’s abs, pushing him back further.

“What happened to big bad Rafe? The little Kook prince who used to beat everyone up?” He continues to bicker.

“Ignore him, please” You plead as Rafe rests his hands over your wrists, “You’re better than this”

He looks down at you for a second and nods, gaze softening a little as he takes a little breath.

“Daaamn, you’re really her little bitch, dude! I can’t believe it” He continues, “You’re actually going soft. Rafe Cameron is going sooooft!”

You shake your head at the words and push Rafe again for another step back. Rafe doesn’t do much, he steps as you push him and keeps quiet.

After some staring, he turns back and walks over back to the towels, probably to get his things.

“Damn!” He exclaims from behind you, exaggerating once again, “Come on, sweetheart, you can do so much better!”

You finally turn around and face the boy, who seems to not want to shut up.

The large group people that are your friends and that aren’t also walking away to get their things, open up like the Red Sea so that you could glare at JJ.

“What? There’s a lot of free guys out there who-”

“Yeah, no shocker that you’re one of the them” You say back, “Just grow the fuck up and move along, you’re nothing but obnoxious at this point”

Some of your friends and Rafe’s stare at you in awe, right as JJ shuts his mouth.

You turn back around to go after Rafe, who is already putting on his shirt, and walk over to him..

You get to your boyfriend and grab your things. Trying to be as quick as you can, taking his hand in yours once you have everything in your other hand or over your shoulder.

And now, only home awaits you.

Is this any good? I feel kinda judgy over my work today, and I’m sure if this is good. Hope it is!

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JJ Maybank:

Holding Cell

Empty Castle

Affluenza | Pt2 | Pt3

Pope Heyward:

Full Kook

The Umbrella Academy

Becoming Number Eight -DISCONTINUED

Julie And The Phantoms

My JATP Headcannons

More Headcannons

Even More Headcannons

Willex:

Really, Really

Secondhand Sofa

Shadow and Bone / Six of Crows

Kaz Brekker:

Home | Pt2 | Pt3 [coming eventually]

The Bastard's Shadow

What Is Your Place?

Deep Breaths

Young Royals

Wilmon Spotify Playlist

Young Royals x Red, White and Royal Blue Crossover Headcannons

Young Royals AU Snapshots

Wilmon:

A Size Too Big

Hospital Bed

A Nice Christmas

Wille On The Table

Fear Street Trilogy

Simon Kalivoda:

Booze, Bruises and Town Curses

Stranger Things

Spicy Six Handwriting Headcannons

Steddie:

The Interview (and the year and a half to follow)

"I love you, dads"

And They Were Roommates

Eddie Munson:

The Boathouse

Boobs, Am I Right?

Robin Buckley:

Molly Ringwald is an Absolute Babe

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lunarliza · 4 years ago

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Fake Boyfriend | Chapter 4: Kook Conventions

JJ x Kook!reader

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You’re a Kook Princess who has everything you ever wanted... until your handsome Kook Prince dumps you for a hot new fling. To save your reputation, you bribe the one person he hates the most, JJ Maybank, to pretend to be your boyfriend for the summer. All’s fair in love and war. But where do you draw that line when you’re suddenly wishing your fake boyfriend is your real one?

note: slight mention of panic attack

If there was anything you learned about JJ that Friday, it was that he was the absolute worse at sticking to the plan.

For one, he spent so much time looking for the tennis courts, instead of following your clearly written out instructions, that he ended up being late altogether to pick you up. What was supposed to be a grand gesture turned into you sitting on the front steps, while the sun was near done setting, waiting for stupid JJ while everyone else had already left.

“What the hell took you so long?!” you scolded, slamming the truck door shut in annoyance once he finally showed up.

“This place is confusing as hell! I kept having to make loops. It is called Figure Eight for a reason,” he tried to justify, pulling out of the lot.

“JJ I texted you specific instructions on how to get here!” you groused, rubbing your temple, “Anyways, it’s fine, whatever. Let’s just hurry home so I can get ready. My house is just a little bit up that way.”

“Yeah, uh, about that,” JJ mentioned sheepishly, keeping his eyes on the road, “I kinda have to help Pope and Poppa Heyward with something right now. It will only take an hour tops! I’ll just meet you at the party after I’m done.”

You groaned loudly, face-palming yourself. “JJ what the hell! I told you specifically to cancel your plans tonight. It was supposed to be our debut!”

“I did! I just,” he scratched the back of his neck, “kinda broke one of their carts this afternoon, so I have to help them fix it for tomorrow. I think they’re catering your little brunch thingy.”

“How did you even break the cart to begin with?!”

He hid his face from your dagger-eyes and admitted in a low voice, “I, uh, tried to surf on it down a hill when they weren’t looking.”

You had to fight the urge to smack him upside the head, but you didn’t want to risk him veering off the road. Lucky bastard.

“Fine,” you grumbled, “Just make sure you’re on time to the party.” You then eyed his outfit up and down. Even in the little sunlight that emitted from outside, you could tell it was all dirty from his day activities. “And please change into something a little nicer,” you added, “These Kooks would run you to the ground with that on.”

JJ dropped you off at your house and sped away as you unlocked the door into a near empty house. Looks like it would just be you and Alfred for dinner.

Your parents were headed off to the mainland for some business convention. Thankfully, your presence was not needed which saved you an entire day of pretending to be a perfect obedient daughter. It was an exhausting act.

Most teens your age would kill for a night alone, but after countless nights sleeping isolated in a big empty house, it got old and depressing. Most of the time, you’d sleep over at Sarah’s for some kind of company. You were always welcomed at the Camerons’.

Greeting Alfred your usual hello at the foyer, you darted upstairs to wash off and get ready with the little time you had left. The aroma of filet mignon and freshly seasoned veggies filled the house air.

“Oh and Alfred,” you called out over the intricate metal banister, “It’ll just be me eating tonight, so just set the table for one please.”

“Miss Y/n, your friend is not coming?” he asked with hints of concern. You just shook your head with a sad smile. “No, he had to run last minute.”

Alfred gave you a curt nod, making way back into the kitchen while you dashed into the bathroom.

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Instead of throwing JJ straight into the shark’s tank (even though, given his already poor track record, you strongly contemplated throwing him to literal sharks), you decided it was best to ease him into the whole boyfriend role.

You figured he’d be more in touch with his aura if you invited him to a Kook party first— which was exactly where you were, furiously texting him where on earth he was.

It was already ten o’clock. The party started hours ago, and he was nowhere to be found. An hour with Pope your ass!

Flopping onto the giant living room couch in Billy Irvine’s mansion, you frowned amongst the throng of drunk privileged kids. Around you, the Glossy Posse was gossiping with other Kooks about some of the summer newcomers while sleazy guys from out of town tried to grab their attention. It never worked.

“So y/n,” Chloe asked next to you on the couch, “I have some great news! It’s no secret that you need a date to the all the fundraiser events, and I might just have one for you! My cousin, Gerald, is coming into town next week, so I can totally set you guys up!”

She proceeded to show you pictures on her phone of a lanky tall guy with discolored hair and a creepy smile. You resorted to taking a gulp of your drink to hide your horrified expression. “Thanks, but, uh, no thanks. I actually have a date already,” you informed, typing away heatedly at your phone for JJ to arrive that instant or so help you.

“Ooh, who is it?” Ivy nosily chimed in at the mention of you finally having a date. From the couch over, you also saw Anne-Marie and Warren lean their heads closer to get the scoop.

Jeez, were people really that interested in your love life?

“It’s-”

Before you could reveal the name, a loud ‘ding’ went off from your phone followed by a text from JJ to alert you that he was out front. “Oh! He’s actually here right now,” you announced, hopping up from your seat to collect your very problematic date.

“You’re late, again!” you scolded to the blond standing all gloomy at the front of the stone curved driveway. He changed into a nicer grey long-sleeve with khaki shorts and his signature red snapback, much to your relief. It didn’t quite match with your intricate white romper, but it would do for the time being.

“The guard wouldn’t let me in the gate! I ended up having to sneak through one of the fences,” JJ explained. You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous excuse. “Then why didn’t you just call me to let you in?” you pointed out.

“It was more fun this way,” he peskily grinned, earning himself a smack on the arm. The guy was impossible. “Ow!” he whined, rubbing the spot. Ignoring his complaints, you seized his hand and led him inside. It was about time!

The foyer flashed with various-colored LED lights while thundering rap music echoed from basically every corner of the house. All around, eyes gawked at you stepping through the Victorian-style entryway with a Pogue of all people. It was like walking into a cave of bats.

“Anyways,” you began, disregarding all the probing eyes, “This is Billy Irvine’s place. It’s the nicest house on the Eight. His parents are out of town right now, so we’re celebrating the Glossy Posse’s birthdays.”

It alway was a coincidence to you how all three of them had birthdays on back-to-back days. Witchcraft, honestly.

“Those bitches?” JJ grimaced at the mention of his sworn female enemies, “Ew why? They hate the Pogues.”

“Just shut up and suck it up. Here,” you grabbed a glass from the champagne tower in the middle of the spacious room, “Have a drink to get your mind off it.”

“Champagne? What the hell is this, England?” he yelped, taking a swig. Rolling your eyes, you hoped the alcohol would alleviate his irritability for the night. Fortunately, the blaring music was enough to drown out his constant bickering.

“Now put your arm around me! It’s time to make our rounds,” you demanded. He obliged and you turned on your best lovestruck game-face, giving him the grand tour of the mansion.

Billy’s mom was also one of the important people of the Island Club, so you had been going over there ever since you were nine being that your moms were friends. Still, you were always amazed by the extravagance of their house. You could tell JJ was also in shock of it all too.

It looked like a castle with two grand marble staircases circling the front with a tall vintage Tiffany chandelier hanging over everything. The floors were the shiniest white marble even with hundreds of teenagers recklessly dancing and slipping all over it.

“Damn, so this is how the other side lives,” JJ commented, marveling at how the LED lights reflected off the diamonds on the chandelier.

He slid his hand down to your waist as you stood closer to his side, taking a whiff of his teakwood cologne. Deep down, it was nice to have someone to attend parties with you, even if it was fake and with JJ.

You took him up the right staircase where plastered kids— some you recognized from school, some just in town for the summer— stumbled up and down the stairs or sloppily made out while pinned to the side walls. Realistically, it didn’t seem that off-brand to JJ’s party scene.

“We’re only staying an hour right?” JJ reminded in your ear as you approached the open bar upstairs. Yes, the Irvine’s had a literal bar in their second level.

“Yes, grumpy!”

“Do you know if Sarah and John B are coming?” JJ continued to question. You settled on top of a retro bar stool as he leaned against the Irvine’s prized rustic bar.

“No,” you answered, “Sarah doesn’t come to these because Topper’s here. And she hates Kooks.”

“She’s the smarter one of you two!” JJ shouted among the loud music. You shook your head and whacked him again, but lightly this time. Seemed that would be you guy’s thing— hitting.

Even in their inebriated states, Kooks were still staring at you like you had grown a third arm. Which, honestly, was what being with JJ felt like half the time. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the Glossy Posse and Warren making their way to you with either wide or curious eyes.

Oh boy.

“Y/n!” they exclaimed, shoving through the crowd. You matched their seemingly gleeful expressions, though you knew deep down they were judging you hard.

“You must be y/n’s date,” Ivy stated without much of a formal introduction.

“Aren’t you that Pogue from the Boneyard that always tries to hit on us?” Chloe brought up once she got a better look at JJ’s face. You snorted, but no one heard you.

You were slightly worried JJ would take their snarky comments the wrong way and lash back, but his cocky grin still laid proudly on his face as he held his hand out to your girl friends. “Name’s JJ. And yeah, I’m y/n’s new man.”

New man. Well, that was certainly a title. All of the Glossy Posse’s threaded eyebrows shot up at the word.

“Y/n,” Anne-Marie said in amazement, “You didn’t tell us you were dating again.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted to keep it kinda lowkey,” you lied, signaling JJ to put his arm around you again.

Expecting your friends to stick up their nose at him or give you guys condemnatory looks, you were surprised to find they were more stunned than snobby. Intrigued, you caught them eyeing JJ up and down as if he possessed some kind of magical charm.

From behind the group, you saw Warren trying to stick his hand out at JJ to introduce himself as the girls did kinda take center stage earlier, shielding him out. “Don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m Warren, Warren Van Doren.”

JJ had to hold back a laugh at the sound of his rhyming name. So immature.

“Hey man, I’m JJ. Nice to meet you,” he greeted, shaking his hand, “Wait a sec, aren’t you that quarterback that got in that fight at regionals last year?”

Warren smiled sheepishly and looked away. “Yeah, that was me.”

You remembered that fight. The video of it actually went viral for like a week. Warren was a very nice guy, but pissed of, he was an animal. He pummeled the shit out of some of other players during that game. The topic of fighting seemed to bond the two boys as they unknowingly drifted away in their own conversation. Thank God, you were glad that at least one of the boys there would be friendly towards JJ.

“Wow, look what the cat dragged in,” Chloe announced, gesturing towards the stairway. All four of your heads turned to see Max and Anya parade up to the top step linked to one another.

That was the cue.

Furtively, you nudged at JJ’s side, interrupting his football conversation. You gave him an alerting look that said ‘look like you’re in love with me ASAP’ and he quickly enveloped his arm around you to pull you close.

Given the fact that you and JJ hardly knew each other, much less touched, it was a very ungraceful and awkward gesture. Even Warren shot you both a weird look. Either way, you figured it would be perfected after going at it a few times.

Just as the Hollywood couple sauntered in to the packed bar area, JJ dipped his face closer to yours. It was a nice touch to the act. He started whispering some stupid joke in your ear that you could hardly make out among the music and chatter, but you went along with it anyway, playfully slapping at his chest. He even placed his snapback on your head backwards. You almost yelled at him for ruining your hair, but for the sake of the show you were putting on, you pretended it was the cutest thing.

You tried not to look at Max as he passed, as you didn’t want to make things so obvious. But in the split second you did glance his way, his mouth flew agape. In that moment, you knew you had him right in the palm of your hand from twenty feet away. The evil laugh cackled inside your head while you raked your hands through JJ’s hair. It was surprisingly soft.

For the next few minutes, you could feel Max’s stare bore into you back as you leaned closer to JJ, kissing up his jawline and cheek.

“Damn, y/n, didn’t know you felt like this about me,” JJ teased.

“Shut up. I’m giving them a show,” you hissed with an infatuated smile to mask your threats.

“They’re gone now,” JJ noted lowly in your ear. You both detached like repelling magnets.

Fortunately, the posse and Warren dispersed among the crowd while you and JJ acted out your little PDA scene— it was probably from discomfort, if you were being honest. You did make sure not to hold anything back while you were draped all over JJ.

“Is that it?” JJ droned, back to his normal whiny self, “Am I done? Can we leave?”

Clicking your tongue, you shook your head, but with a grin this time. “Yes, you idiot, we can leave now.”

“Finally!”

JJ’s hand crept to your lower back as you both weaved through the mass of people to the exit. Before you could make it halfway down the staircase, however, you heard a rumbling behind you that stopped both your tracks. Warren’s six-four gigantic self was rummaging down the stairs, leaving booms in his wake.

“JJ! JJ!” he called out, grabbing hold of your fake boyfriend’s arm, “JJ dude, you gotta check out this new game system Billy has upstairs in the game room. You can play live Madden!”

“What?!” JJ’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas as Warren tugged you both back up the stairs with his giant football-player muscles.

“Dude it’s fucking sick! You gotta try it out,” Warren kept insisting. You knew JJ wouldn’t be able to resist. His eyes were practically glowing with excitement when he turned back to you as if to ask for some kind of approval.

“Okay, I’m just going to stay for one game,” he swore but you were a hundred-and-ten percent sure he’d be hooked and you could stay for much longer.

“Knock yourself out, Maybank,” you responded with a knowing smile, shooing him off to some depth of the Irvine’s enormous home. When he disappeared, you took the liberty to go search for your friends and finally enjoy the party for yourself.

As you predicted, one game turned into thirty real quick. It was well past midnight and JJ was still buried away somewhere doing who knows what. You didn’t mind. Warren was very responsible and you trusted him to take care of your date.

Plus, it gave you enough time to take rounds of various colored jello shots with Billy, dance on Mrs. Irvine’s countertops with the birthday girls, and devour the four-tiered tiramisu cake with fake-puking Barbie doll toppers that you helped pick out at the bakery.

When it got around one thirty, you grew a little concerned about JJ’s whereabouts so you sent him a quick text just to make sure he was okay and not shoving his head down a toilet. Your phone chimed back instantly—

Im jus fine y/n!!! One mor game! I almos beat War Ins Ass! Fuckin kwarter back!

Oh yeah, he was definitely gone. You texted your family’s driver to come by in about thirty minutes to make sure he’d get home safely. Then, you proceeded to dig in to your third slice of cake. Unlike the rest of your friends, you embraced the joy that was carbs— especially when you were drunk and there was chocolate involved.

JJ came downstairs a few minutes later and found where you were sitting on the couch surrounded by your circle of friends. Even amid the dark yet colorful beaming lights, his hair was still its usual sweaty mess with eyes a tad droopy, indicating just how drunk he was.

“Y/n! There’s my baby!”

He walked up and collapsed right onto your lap, tossing a dangly arm around you. You kept his snapback on for the entire night, assuming your hair was probably a bird’s nest underneath it. Everyone around seemed amused at the sight, and a few girls from school even began asking how you two started dating.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Well, that was until your thigh circulation began ceasing due to JJ’s bony ass on it. You immediately demanded that you switch places with him, and he sloppily obliged. The throng around you giggled, intrigued by the new lovey-dovey couple. Secretly, you ate up the attention and knew JJ did too.

He was in the middle of telling everyone a dumb Boneyard party story when Max and Anya entered the living room premises. They looked like they were fixing to leave. Your date felt you tense a little in his lap and caught on to your sudden judder.

Boldly, JJ made direct eye contact with Max and threw him one of those ‘what’s up’ nods. Then, out of nowhere, in his completely trashed state, JJ cupped both of your cheeks and planted a very brazen kiss on your lips for everyone to see. Shutting your eyes, you heard a few whistles from the crowd around you, especially when he, very obviously, added his tongue to the mix.

JJ was a good kisser, you had to admit. It quite literally, took your breath away when he pulled back. Biting your lip, you mimicked his shit-eating grin while he pressed his perspiration-filled forehead on yours. It was a huge acne-hazard just waiting to happen. But, like the snapback, you didn’t care. It was the most thrilling thing you had done in months.

“Don’t look now, but Vega and his girl have their jaws dropped to the floor behind you,” he muttered in your ear. You giggled and held onto him closer, leaning your head on his chest.

It was probably be best fifteen hundred bucks you had ever spent.

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The next morning was your mom’s weekly Saturday brunch. By default, you showed up an hour early to help greet the guests, frequently checking your watch and phone to see when JJ would arrive.

You had a tennis tournament earlier that morning, however, you didn’t even bother making your fake boyfriend go. After the events of last night, you knew he’d be too hungover in the morning and wouldn’t wake up in time for it. He was getting to be very predictable.

At t-minus five minutes until the brunch started, everyone had already made their way into the ballroom. That left just you waiting in the lobby area for your date. The look on your face was just about ready to kill JJ whenever he walked through the door. You also didn’t see Sarah and John B arrive either, so you assumed they would be a no-show yet again.

About a minute past noon, the blond sauntered past the doors wearing a black suit that looked two sizes to big for him with hideous shoulder pads. You presumed it was his dad’s old one. He also had on jet black sunglasses to mask the grogginess from the party, but it was pretty evident he looked and felt like shit.

“You’re late again!” you hissed through gritted teeth, snatching his hand like he was an uncontrollable child. Maybe you should invest in a leash and collar for him since he could never get his attendance right.

“What do you mean? You said noon,” he yawned, unfazed at your irritation.

“The brunch starts at noon!” you jeered, “That means you have to show up early!”

“Well you failed to mention those rules,” he tried to bicker back, but you flashed him one of your bitch-looks before he could go any further. That had him shriveling at the sight.

“Whatever, just hurry up and let’s get seated,” you ordered, leading him through the majestic looking double doors, “And take off those sunglasses!”

Much to your dismay, the doors made a very loud creaking noise when they opened. Just about everyone did a double-take to see you arrive late and with a woozy-looking boy shoving sunglasses in his suit pocket.

Eyes were glued on you while judgmental whispers filled the already tense air. There was a small churn in your stomach as you weaved through the round tables. Something was also gnawing at your brain, telling you that it was a terrible, terrible idea. You attempted to brush it aside, though, as you and JJ took your seats.

For some odd reason, the Glossy Posse didn’t show the same enthusiasm towards JJ like the did at the party. They were back to their pretentious ways— you figured it was probably just their hangover attitude.

On the other hand, Warren happily greeted JJ when he sat down, exchanging one of those typical ‘bro’ handshakes. They started chatting on about the previous night while you tried to make small talk with the girls. Unfortunately, they were still being short with you and were, very obviously, throwing looks at JJ, along with their dates.

Glancing to your parents’ table, they didn’t look like they cared too much about your situation, having just flown in from their trip. They were too engrossed in entertaining their friends to really pay you any mind. Sometimes you were grateful that they were oblivious to some things. When you look over at the Vegas, however, Mr. and Mrs. Vega both sent you a disapproving look. The other families followed.

You couldn’t help but feel like you were in over your head at that point. Was it a mistake bringing JJ to this event?

The servers came out and made their rounds at the tables, setting bowls of water in front of everyone.

“Thank God, I’m starving,” JJ piped, taking his dessert spoon to sip water from the finger bowl.

“JJ,” you yelled-whispered as guests continued to stare.

“What?” he chided back with an attitude, completely unaware of his surroundings.

“The water is for your fingers.”

His face shot up from the bowl and scanned the room at people dipping their fingers into their respective bowls. “Oh shit,” he sputtered as your entire table tried to hide their snorts.

When the food finally came out, it didn’t really get any better. Baked chicken was on the menu and, well, JJ was the only one in the room who didn’t use a fork and knife. Everyone stared at him incredulously as he used his hands to gobble up his plate. Though, the boy didn’t seem to notice any of the baffled eyes.

Attempting to shield your red face, you continued to take tiny bites from your food, hoping the next hour would go by fast.

You hoped too soon.

As soon as JJ was done eating, he let out a loud belt to where the tables around you could hear. Warren high-fived him. At least someone got a kick out of it. You, along with the rest of the guests, had nothing but revolt on your faces.

Once the plates were cleared, the servers brought out creme brûlée for dessert. You were grateful it was something semi-clean to eat. JJ seemed to get a knack out of all the food. He even leaned over to you with his mouth full and muttered, “This food is fantastic! My compliments to the chef.”

You half-smiled back in embarrassment and took a spoon-full of your dessert. Thankfully, your mom waltzed over when you were half-way through to ask for your help carrying in the posters and stands from the lobby that displayed all the charity and donation information.

Immediately, you rose and scattered out, away from all the the dense room.

At the front, you began picking up the easel stands to bring inside until you spotted the jet-black locks of the last person you wanted to run into that afternoon. You almost dropped the large items in your hands when he came up to you.

“So, I see you brought Maybank here. Looks like he’s really enjoying himself in there,” Max commented dryly beside you. Mrs. Vega must have asked him for a hand as well.

You winced at the oozing criticism in his voice. It was the first time you had spoken to him one-on-one since the breakup.

”Yeah, we’re, uh, kind of together now,” you mentioned, lugging a display. He grabbed the two remaining and rushed to keep up with you, following you back in.

Out of nowhere, he let out disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, y/n, you and Maybank?”

Taken aback by his brashness, you stopped right before the ballroom doors, frowning. “Yeah,” you shot back sternly, “Why not? I get along with him fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it to me. The guy’s a total tool. I’ve told you that from the beginning. Trust me, I know.”

“Know what? What’s good for me?” you pressed, growing more and more exasperated at the sound of his deep and raspy voice.

It was sexy, no doubt, but just the things that were coming out of his mouth made you want to slap him silly. How dare he prance up to you in his gorgeous light blue Armani suit and tell you what’s good for you!

“I just know who you are, y/n,” he went on calmly, with not an ounce of anger present in his tone, “And JJ’s just not a good guy for you.”

You were seeping with outrage at that point. Hiking in a breath, you spoke with the speckles of tranquility you had left in you. “Well I appreciate your concern, though I hardly understand why you have any for me. But we broke up, Max. You completely lost the right to tell me any of that.”

With that, you furiously stomped into the brunch and set the displays at the front for your mom. Max looked dumbstruck as he trailed behind. But you didn’t care.

“Everything okay? Did something happen with Vega?” JJ asked when you got back to your seat. You remained silent. It was the only way to keep yourself from screaming.

It was all too much— the piercing stares, the messy eating, Max.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you informed to JJ as he listened to another one of Warren’s football stories, “And then we’re leaving.”

Before he could respond, you were already racing to the bathroom as fast as your Jimmy Choo wedges could take you.

You needed air. And fast.

Bursting through the bathroom door, you heaved yourself into the biggest stall and flopped down on the toilet seat, taking in deep breaths to calm yourself. It didn’t help much. The room was still twirling like you were on the Graviton at a carnival. Too nauseous from it all, you didn’t even care that you were ruining your new white Valentino dress.

You just wanted to hurl inside the antique-decorated bathroom but couldn’t. It was miserable. But at least the bathroom was empty.

All the seeming success of last night crumbled away with every disapproving look or whisper of the guests. And then Max— that fucking asshole. Your head was thumping endlessly as you felt the stress knots crawl up your spine.

What were you thinking? Maybe you were in over your head. No one was believing it. Not for a second.

Even JJ was terrible at playing along. You should’ve known it was just wishful thinking. You knew you had to throw in the towel and told yourself you would call it off once you found some way to stop the hot tears that were streaming down your made-up cheeks.

As you felt your breathing start to normalize, you slowly lifted from the toilet seat and smoothened out your dress. When the bathroom door slammed open against the wall, you immediately fell back down, wanting to avoid any form of human interaction for the rest of your life.

Titters and snickers echoed the air as two girls stumbled in, mid-conversation. They didn’t seem to notice you in the stall at all. Thank God.

“Would you believe y/n? Bringing that dirty Pogue here? She’s gone insane!” A nasally voice spoke by the sinks.

You scrunched your nose, trying to catch a glimpse of their shoes from the opening underneath the stall. You nearly puked. Nameless brand heels? Unacceptable.

“I know! He’s so disgusting and that suit is just repulsive! Does she not have an ounce of embarrassment?” the other one added.

You didn’t recognize their voices, but assumed they probably went to your school by the way they knew you and JJ. A part of you wanted to charge out of the stall and drag their pitiful selves to the ground. But seeing as you were just recovering from a near panic attack, you didn’t have the energy. And they didn’t deserve your breath.

Nevertheless, they still went on.

“Ever since Vega dumped her for California girl, she’s completely gone off the rails. First the hair change and now she’s dating a Pogue like Sarah Cameron is. It’s so pathetic!”

“Seriously, train wreck of the year if you ask me.”

Train wreck? Pathetic? You’ll show them what pathetic is! Especially with those god-awful shoes. Do they have an ounce of embarrassment showing up here with that kind of atrocity?

You were seconds away from emerging from your ashes to put them in their place. But, lucky for them, they escaped before you could come out of confinement.

Huffing, you stormed out of the stall and towards the mirrors to fix yourself. God forbid you’d ever let anyone see you with smeared mascara!

Dabbing a wet cloth on your cheeks to soothe out the redness, you heard the creak of the door opening behind you and immediately tossed it into a bin. You pretended to fix your hair. Fortunately, the redness faded to a soft pink to look like blush.

Anya strolled in the bathroom behind you. Ugh, the cherry on top of the cake.

You faked a tight smile at her. She threw a cheery one at you, walking up the sink next to yours to toss up her bouncy, voluminous hair. “So, I thought you said that guy out there wasn’t you boyfriend,” she pointed out, not taking her eyes off her own reflection.

“Oh, psh, well you know,” you sputtered, not expecting the sudden inquisition, “One thing led to another that night at the Boneyard and it just kinda… happened.”

It was the first real conversation you had with her, and you wanted to hold your breath at the awkwardness. Anya nodded at your answer, puckering her lips slyly. “I just think it’s cute that you’re trying to make Max jealous.”

You almost did a double take. It was so subtle and smooth, her comment almost flew right over your head. “Excuse me?” you shot back, turning to the blonde-haired home-wrecker.

She didn’t even flinch a muscle at your snub expression, just continued to ogle at herself. It was menacing. Evil really did take form in Anya Carmichael.

“Oh, did I need to spell it out for you?” she blinked, “Y/n, you’ve been out of the picture. If you think showing up with that god-awful guy in his dad’s raggedy suit is gonna change Max’s mind about you, I assure you it won’t work.”

She crinkled her eyes in a hateful smile.

What was with people and their audacity that afternoon? Whatever was in their water, you were not about to have any of it. No one spoke to you like that.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said blandly, wanting to get under her skin.

“Yes you do,” she snarled back, placing both hands on the sink in a threatening manner, “Look. Max and I are together now. You need to get that in your tiny pea-brain head. Do not play dumb with me. I see you looking over at him every five minutes. Get. Over. It.”

“Like I said,” you responded back in a fake-innocent tone just to push her buttons some more, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Anya. I think all the hairspray is really getting to your head.”

Two can play that game.

She narrowed her almond eyes at you and straightened up proudly. Even though she was way taller than you in her six-inch heels, you still stood your ground, blinking up at her tauntingly. At least your swanky parents taught you that much.

She scoffed. “Give it up, seriously. Using that guy to try to get back at your ex is just pathetic. Max was right about you. You’re just a shallow virgin with a handbag.”

With that, she tossed her hair behind her shoulder and strutted out the door. Your blood was boiling, having half a mind to go out there and rip the bottled-blonde right off her head. You should’ve known it was all an act!

Fuming, you treaded back to the brunch table, your face doing a complete one-eighty once you stepped through the doors. A lady never showed her seething anger underneath.

JJ spotted you and promptly stood up, snatching your purse, and getting ready to leave.

“Sit,” you demanded, pushing him down by the shoulder so his ass plopped back firmly on the chair. The look of utter shock flashed on his face, but he just took it.

“I’m feeling better now. We’re staying,” you informed as if you were a commander at war. You glanced over at the Vegas’ table where Anya hung her arm proudly on Max’s bicep as he made some joke to his table. She threw over a glare at you. No one but you noticed.

You draped an arm on one of JJ’s ridiculously large shoulder pads, nuzzling your nose to his neck. He was still as confused as ever though, but still went along with it, digging his fork into your half-eaten dessert which he later finished.

If Anya wanted a war, you’ll give her one. May the best bitch win.

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extratragic · 4 years ago

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scars

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warning: hints at jj being abused for 0.01 seconds.

word count: 2165

summary: whenever you get a scar, it appears on your soulmates skin. your soulmate has a lot of scars.

a/n: i’ve been obsessing over soulmate au’s for a bit so here’s this. lowercase is on purpose cause i did this on my phone. also, i have like 3 topper fics in my drafts soo... should i post them?

“another one?” rafe asked, rubbing the scar on your eyebrow.

at this point, you probably had over thirty scars on your body. your soulmate was either reckless as hell or loved to do things that hurt him.

“there’s three. that one, one on my stomach, and one on my shoulder,” you sighed.

you and rafe once thought that you were each other’s soulmates. it was when you were fourteen and he was sixteen, but still. rafe had a crush on you, and when he kissed a scar on your shoulder and it didn’t go away, you both knew that the two of you weren’t meant to be. it was wishful thinking for both of you, considering rafe didn’t have the same scars, but it was worth a shot.

he had a simpler soulmate tie than you, his being the name of his soulmate on his wrist once he turned 18. it would’ve been a lot easier if he figured that out a few years earlier.

“he better be on his knees healing you,” rafe laughed.

you grinned and punched his shoulder. rafe had been your best friend since you were six years old, and the friendship never wavered, even after the sad truth of not being soulmates.

“we’re gonna miss the ferry if you don’t hurry your ass up,” you told him.

he rolled his eyes, mocking you as he followed you onto the ferry. it was finally summer break and you were going back home to the outer banks after your first year of being at chapel hill. you’d been home plenty of times over the school year, but now you could finally stay for months without worrying about going back so soon. plus, you spent spring break in the bahamas with the cameron’s, so you hadn’t been to an outer banks party in a while.

“what if it’s a pogue?” he teased you.

“then i hope it’s john b,” you shot back at him.

rafe didn’t have a good relationship with the pogues, and he especially didn’t like that his younger sister dated (and is currently on a break with) one of the most well-known pogues. you had a decent relationship with them. though the only ones that you ever spoke to were pope, john b, jj, and kie.

“honestly, if i do find him this summer, i just hope that it’s not one of your party friends,” you sighed.

“speaking of parties, there’s one at the boneyard tonight. sarah and john b are apparently getting back together and she wants us there,” he said.

you groaned and looked up at him with a frown. “do we have to?” you asked. sure, you missed obx parties, but it was your first day back home and you wanted to sleep.

he grinned and pinched your cheek, making you slap his wrist. “ow,” he hissed, watching the skin redden. you grinned proudly and he glared at you. “we’re going,” he stated.

jj maybank was standing at the keg with pope heyward, handing out plastic cups with beer in them to everyone who walked over. rafe was waiting across the beach with topper and kelce so that he wouldn’t feel tempted to fight jj.

your choice. rafe was a lot better at controlling his anger, but you didn’t want to risk anything by bringing him to the boy he used to fight almost weekly.

“hello, boys. i’ll take two cups, please,” you told them.

“coming right up. how’s chapel hill?” pope asked.

“it’s a constant party with the kook prince. where did you end up going to school?” you asked him.

“SEC. plenty of scholarships,” he grinned.

you grinned, taking one cup from jj’s hand when he held it out. “thanks, jj,” you said.

he nodded in response, keeping his head down. you looked at pope and he shrugged, handing jj another cup. jj quickly filled the cup and handed it to you.

pope looked down at his blonde friend and then looked at you. he noticed how jj’s eyes widened when he saw you coming closer, and he saw the way his eyes focused on the scar on your rib cage. it was the same one that jj had, one of the few scars that his soulmate gave him. he also saw the smaller scar by your bellybutton, one that was still red and healing on his best friends skin.

“crazy scar. what happened?” pope asked, pointing to your rib cage.

you smiled sheepishly and blushed, making pope grin.

“topper was teaching me how to surf a while ago. we were still on the sand but some kid ran past and stepped on my board and i fell onto a rock. no stitches but a lot of blood,” you answered.

pope chuckled and nudged jj who finally looked up at you. he had a soft smile on his face and your sheepish smile turned into a grin.

“i’ll see you guys around,” you said before walking away.

“you see maybank? he has the same eyebrow scar,” rafe asked you.

“i saw him earlier but he kept his head down most of the conversation. besides, jj used to fight with you a lot, maybe he fights with someone else now. eyebrow cuts aren’t that rare,” you said.

“do you even have any oddly placed scars?” he asked.

you pursed your lips, having to really think about it. “i mean, there’s the rib cage one. oh! and there’s the one right above my ass. i think the rest are decently normal.”

rafe smirked and turned you around so he was looking at your back.

you gasped and quickly turned around when he tried pulling the waistband of your shorts back to see the scar.

“i’ll kick your ass if you do that dumb shit again,” you told him.

he only grinned.

“hang on, why were you by jj? i thought you were staying away from him tonight,” you asked.

“i went to get a refill. nothing happened, mom,” he answered.

“y/n!” sarah screamed before you could respond.

you and rafe turned towards her voice, eyes widening when you saw her sprinting towards you. rafe stood behind you and put his hand on your back to keep you from falling when his younger sister almost tackled you.

“oh, my sweet y/n. i missed you,” she sighed.

you looked at john b and he grinned, shrugging his shoulders.

sarah was wasted already.

“hey, princess. did you pregame a little hard?” you laughed.

she hummed and nodded, still wrapped around you like a koala. you held onto her, though. after knowing the girl for almost your entire life, you were used to her drunken state and being able to hold her up.

“did you miss me?” she slurred.

“i missed you so much,” you laughed.

sarah cameron has two drunk personalities. she was either extremely affectionate and touchy, or she was annoyed and angry. her high personalities were different, though. apparently she was feeling affectionate tonight.

“how are you and john b?” you asked.

“we’re great! i just needed to be dicked down i guess,” she said.

you laughed loudly and rafe groaned. john b blushed and pulled sarah off of you, letting her wrap her arms around his waist instead.

“i should get her out of here. it was, uh, good to see you guys,” he said, nodding awkwardly.

you and rafe waved to them and they left. you were giggling at the way sarah was trying to kiss john b but he was pushing her face away.

“well, we know that your sister is getting lucky. now we need to get lucky,” you said.

“with each other?” rafe asked.

“nope. i’m gonna search for my soulmate. what scar should i focus on?” you asked.

he looked over your visible skin, which was a lot considering that your outfit consisted of a black bikini top and denim shorts.

“those two,” he pointed to the one one on your rib cage and your newest abdomen one, “and the eyebrow.”

“i’ll text you later if i don’t see you,” you told him.

he nodded and you kissed his cheek before walking away.

almost two hours later, you were sitting around a bonfire with kie, pope, jj, and a few tourons.

kie was flirting with a touron, and doing an amazing job. seriously, her flirting skills were so good that you were sure she could flirt you into bed if she wanted to. sarah had drunkenly told you one night that kie might be bisexual, telling you that kie’s had a few female one-night stands.

power to her.

jj sat beside you, pope on his other side. the three of you were drinking quietly, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing and the heat from the fire.

the party had died down some, enough so someone turned the music down some and you weren’t bumping into someone every second while walking through the crowd.

you shivered when the wind blew harshly, hitting your skin and causing goosebumps to appear.

“shit. hey, jj, do you have a hoodie or something that i can wear? i think rafe took the car and my clothes are in there,” you asked. rafe texted you about an hour ago that he was leaving with a touron. since he didn’t bring you his keys, he probably took the car.

the blonde nodded and stood up, not saying a word as he motioned for you to follow him.

you stood up and wiped the back of your shorts before following jj. he led the two of you to john b’s van and slapped his hand on the back door.

“if you rabbits are in here, i’ll kill you!” he yelled.

you laughed softly and he opened the door, sighing happily when he saw that no one was inside.

“is it a common occurrence to find sarah and john b in here?” you asked.

jj grimaced and nodded. “we catch them all the time. it’s really gross. i’ve learned to hide my things underneath the seat, but i don’t think pope or kie have caught on,” he told you.

another laugh fell from your lips and jj grinned at the sound. he could listen to you laugh all day, especially if he was the one making you laugh.

he pulled out a grey hoodie and handed it to you before taking his t-shirt off.

your eyes focused on the jagged scar on his rib cage, but they widened when you saw the scar beside his bellybutton.

“jj...” you trailed off, almost dropping the hoodie in your hands.

he looked over at you and followed your gaze, seeing that it was focused on the two bigger scars on his abdomen.

“you okay?” he asked nervously.

he hated his scars. well, he hated most of his scars because he only had them because of his dad. he didn’t want to get his hopes up earlier when he saw the scar on your rib cage and he still wasn’t going to get his hopes up.

“jj, come on. i know you’ve seen my scars. we have the same fucking ones,” you said.

you were scared. finding your soulmate was always a scary thought for you. there wasn’t really a reason why other than your anxiety about if they didn’t want to be your soulmate.

he sighed and sat down on the floor of the van, looking at the ground.

“maybe... maybe not the exact same,” he said.

did he not want to be your soulmate?

“wh... what? are you serious? what the fuck are you doing to get a scar right here, maybank?” you asked, grabbing his hand and putting it on your newest scar.

you were pissed. there was no way that you were letting this boy go without a fight.

his fingers gently traced over the straight line, then moved up to the jagged one that you gave the both of you. he smiled softly and looked up at you.

“i’m scared,” he said quietly.

“yeah, me too,” you agreed.

he grinned and you sat beside him, throwing your legs over his and leaning against the back of the passenger seat. you gently took jj’s wrist in your hand, lifting his arm closer to you. there was a burn scar on the side of his wrist, the exact spot where your hair straightener scar was.

“can i...” you trailed off.

jj nodded and you softly kissed the scar, then pulled your lips from his skin to watch. when the scar slowly faded until it was gone, you slapped the blonde’s arm.

“hey! what was that for?” he exclaimed.

“jj, i’ve given you ten scars max! i can’t even count how many i have because of you!” i snapped.

he grinned, grabbing your cheeks in his hands. “one less,” he said, kissing your eyebrow.

you hummed and leaned closer to him. “you got a lot to make up for, maybank,” you said.

“glad to kiss them all away,” he said.

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