#sarah cameron head cannons

[cute-sucker]

note: so yes i'm having sarah cameron brainrot :))) ESP her being dominant + in an apocalypse au !! please send me requests about her i'm begging :(

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sarah cameron in an apocalypse would lead you on you gently, with your hand wrapped around her pinkie as you guides you to a safer place. you would have her bandana in your mouth to keep quiet, and she'd make sure you didn't trip because you were too clumsy for your own good.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would sit you on her lap when you got too silent, and try to coax the words out of you with gentle words, "yeah, what do you need? i've got some beans we can share, yeah?" and you would pucker your lips, tears welling up in your eyes.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would know how stressful the situation is, and so when you got too sad, she'd try to pop in a dvd, a silly episode of winnie the poo as she held in you in her arms. you would fall a sleep immediately, warm in her strong arms, slobbering all over her sweater.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would try to make you smile at the weirdest times, while the two of you were running away, she'd try to give you her smile, winking at you while telling you that you were her smart sweet girl.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would fold you in her arms so tightly, you'd succumb to sleep in minutes, and if you felt her arms unwrap from you, you would wake up, fear striking your soul that she was gone.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would know exactly when you were going to fall, ready to protect you at all costs, and sometimes she knew when you felt too tired, as you toppled down, she'd catch you without a breeze sometimes causing raised eyebrows from pogues.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would tell you to pucker your lips before kissing you, telling you that you looked prettiest right next to her, relishing the way that you blushed during sunset, the dewy colors matching right next to her girl.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would have sharp knifes tapped to her sides, and sometimes when she didn't pay you attention, you'd wrap your fingers around the weapons, pretending to drop them. she's immediately scold you for your reckless behaviour, and you'd settle a shy smile on your face. you always got what you wanted.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would make you a solid meal, cracking some eggs, and sometimes when it was good some bread and beans, because it was a necessity to have you eat. you'd be sitting in her lap, as bouncing to something on the radio, smiling with a full stomach.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would be the worst when you put yourself in danger, sneaking out to the woods to be a fairy, because you felt whimsical, and you would sob telling her nothing was fun anymore. she'd coo telling you it wasn't safe anymore and if you wanted to be a good girl you had to listen to her.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would tell you about star signs when the two of you were on the run, and you forgot all the dangers of the world staring at her explain things to you, her finger pointed at the sky, and a determined look on her face.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would get overwhelmed sometimes, and she hated when you were near her when it happened, because she needed to take care of you, but instead you would take things into hand, braiding her long hair, and soothing her by holding her hand. she would fall asleep from your soft hands, and wake up with a sleepy look on her face.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would hate it when you kissed her in front of people, hating the PDA of it all, the way that jj would tease her about how soft she was with you, and then she'd give you a secret smile while you gave her a knowing look.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would ramble to you in her sleep, fingers grasping for you, seeking you even she was asleep, and you'd rest your hand on her warm cheek, as you tried to nestle closer to her soft body.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would take care of you no matter what <3

[umathurwin]

my boy’s a winner, he loves the game

Summary: Kiara has a big favor to ask of Rafe. Who is he to not oblige?

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The clinking of metal weights and Rafe’s music filled the crisp air. Every few seconds, another grunt would reverb around the gym and Kiara poked her head out further so she’d be in his line of sight.

“Kie?” he asked, dropping his 45s on the squishy floor mat, where they bounced and rolled away. “Y’scared me. Need something?”

She closed the door behind her, checking once more that no one was listening. Sarah had started another argument with John B, so it could be a while before Kiara had to return to her friend’s bedroom.

Kie swallowed thickly. “Yes, actually. It’s kind of weird, and a big thing to ask, so I need you to ignore how crazy it is for me to come to you about this.”

“You’re looking to try snow,” he nodded solemnly, reaching down for his water bottle and twisting the cap open.

“What?! No!”

He froze. He leaned in and dropped his voice. “You want to try k?”

“I don’t want any drugs, Rafe.”

His posture corrected and he brought the bottle to his mouth. “Oh. Then what?”

As he drank, several cold droplets slipped out of his mouth and down his chin, dripping onto his chest and dry fit shirt. Even in the chill at which the Camerons held their home gym, he was sweating. His smell washed over her. His eyes followed hers as she ogled him, nearly forgetting why she was there.

“Wanna hook up?” she blurted, unsure of how else to word it. Can we have sex felt too formal. Will you fuck me probably would’ve sufficed, but she lacked the bite. Especially with this lupine in front of her, reducing her to a doe-eyed stutterer.

He pulled the lip away from his mouth and used the bottom hem of his shirt to wipe off the mess from his face. This time, her eyes remained fixed north of his shoulders.

“Hmm. Didn’t see that one coming.”

“Well?” she snapped, growing more edgy (and humiliated) by the second. She probably should’ve expected that he wouldn’t make this easy on her.

“Can I think about it? Oh my God…” he hollowly chastised. “If you’re gonna be this impatient when I’m inside you…”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Rafe!”

“I’m just messing with you. What’s got you so desperate? Haven’t been laid in a while?” Her eyes widened, and he connected the dots instantly. “Oh, no way. Never? How is that even possible? You’re…” Rafe waved a hand at her, but trailed off when he gained the wisdom to not comment on her appearance or how it related to her virginity.

“I just… didn’t want it to be bad. Figured I’d go to someone with at least some knowledge on the topic.”

“Really? And none of your little boys were valid candidates?”

She huffed through her nose. “That’s hilarious. Let’s go down the list together: we have the self-obsessed conspiracy theorist, the loose cannon who speaks more than he thinks, and the nerd who’s a bigger goddamn virgin than I am.”

Rafe hesitated. “Okay, I know the last one is Pope—”

“Point is,” Kiara interrupted, cutting eyes at him. “You probably can’t fathom vulnerability, and I’m really just looking for a yes or a no so I can decide if I’m gonna kill myself tonight—”

“Wow, the drama. Twist my arm a little more, why don’t you?” he said flatly. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

Her face lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a real Saint Nick. Give me your phone,” Rafe demanded, palm open and extended to her.

She recoiled. “You’re not… gonna film it, are you?”

He processed this and a grin spread across his face. “Sweetheart, I’m not gonna fuck you right now. I’m giving you my number so you don’t have to sneak around my little sister to see me.”

The confidence she’d built up with him crumbled instantly and the fever of mortification bloomed in her chest and face again. Kiara fumbled for her back pocket and handed him the device. “I— of course not! That’d be—”

“Hot,” he cut her off, offering a bit of peace for her. “I know.” His eyes flicked to the door and back down to her, then he texted himself an angel emoji. “But it just wouldn’t be right.”

With her phone returned one contact heavier, she tried not to trip on any benches on her way out.

***

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Kiara spat, quickly climbing into the passenger seat of Rafe’s Land Rover anyways. He peeled out of the driveway, surely attracting the attention of any partygoers that had wandered outside. She slunk down into the seat. “When Sarah said she’d get me a ride home, I didn’t think it’d be you.”

Rafe shrugged, rolling through a stop sign and changing the song. “I owed her one. And no, she doesn’t suspect anything, so maybe relax a little?”

Not too difficult. One of Barry’s drivers had made it to the party, and she’d definitely brought a cloud of earthy aroma into his vehicle.

“Speaking of relaxing… you’re not drunk, right?”

“No, why do you— where are we going?” she asked as they flew past the turn to her street.

“We’re gonna use this time to get in some practice,” he said simply, and the smirk on his face did all but abate her worries.

“Wait, wait, I can’t— I mean, I’m not ready—”

“Little Miss Anxious, huh? Second time you’ve done that,” he said, shaking his head amusedly. “That’s not what this is. Do I need to promise to give you a heads up?”

“Uh, yeah, it’d be nice!”

“Nah.” He pulled the vehicle over to a nature preserve, one of the many dim and poorly-patrolled parks the island had to offer.

Rafe threw the car in park and grabbed his nic from the cup holder. He offered it to her, she declined. As he took a draw, his free hand absentmindedly patted his crotch, adjusting himself to be taken out.

She never would admit this, not to him or a locked diary or God, but she’s looked before. It’s not her fault he gets out of the pool like a slut, with his swim shorts hung low on his hips and clinging to his bulge. She’s had an idea of what he’s working with. But to watch him rub his semi through his jeans? Kiara’s head spun.

He dropped the nic again and unbuttoned his pants without warning. Her eyes widened as he tugged them down, just enough to free his cock from his boxers. She took in what she could make out in the dimness— a heavy shaft, the reddening tip, a little glisten where the pre was leaking out.

Instincts took over— ones she was entirely unaware she had— and she leaned forward to touch him, but he grabbed her wrist first and stopped her. Kie looked up, fearing she’d done something wrong.

Rafe’s eyes softened, resting a hand on her cheek and nodding gently. “Hey, listen. Just relax. You’ll be fine.”

She nodded. It was the last glimpse of mercy she’d get for the night.

Once his warning was over, his big hand slipped from her face around to the back of her skull. He guided (pushed) her down until the head tapped against her lips. The salty taste hit her tongue but she had no time to process or cringe before the rest of his cock slid into her mouth.

It wasn’t long before Kie realized this wasn’t just a blowjob, but more of a face fucking. The agency wasn’t in her hands— or rather, mouth— when he was actively lifting his hips from the seat to stuff more of himself between her lips. She couldn’t even get her bearings enough to suck.

Kiara mustered enough momentum to overpower the headpushing and pulled her mouth off his cock. “You’re, God, being a little rough, don’t you think?” she asked weakly around a cough.

“You bet,” he affirmed, fixing his fist back into her hair and guiding her down again. “Need to prepare you for what you might come across in the future. Wouldn’t—fuck—be doing you any favors by being gentle, would I?”

Sure, whatever twisted logic he wanted to use to get a rough blowjob from a virgin. Rafe’s hips thrusted up again to meet where his hands locked her head in place, and she had to accept his cock down her throat. The zipper of his pants scraped the bridge of her nose and her back ached from the awkward position he’d twisted her into, but she figured complaining would only get her so far. Plus, her mouth was full.

He canted his hips forward so the tip of his cock brushed against her cheek, and his hand reached down her face to feel it from the outside. Rafe massaged the skin there, feeling the ridges of his head through it. The angle was hard for her to maintain, so he went back to pushing down her throat.

She couldn’t swallow with him in her mouth, so drool began to seep out and sullied his pants. Her hands pushed against his thighs and he let up, tugging her off his crotch and watching the string of spit that connected them.

“I’m, fuck, I’m sorry I’m making such a mess,” she apologized through wet coughs. Rafe laughed and said nothing, but he grabbed his cock and smeared her own spit onto her face. Kiara squealed and tried to back away but he wasn’t done with her.

Eventually, he had enough trust to let her do her own work. Her jaw burned from the stretch, but the hand on her head was only resting there as she forwent keeping it all clean.

He came, hard, if the noises he made were any indicator. The sensation of his twitching cock against her tongue was fascinating, but he must not have wanted to give her the chance to spit. With her nose pressed against his pelvis, his cock for perfectly down her throat and spilled his seed there.

Kiara coughed and sputtered when he finally released her and she could breathe again. “Fucking hell, Rafe, what’s the plan for real sex? You gonna bring out a chainsaw?”

“That was real sex.” She rolled her eyes. “You’ll just have to wait and find out then, huh?”

Kiara narrowed her eyes, looking to the small backseat. “What do you mean, wait? You’re not gonna reciprocate or anything? How is that f—?”

“Look, I know you’re new to this and all, so consider this a lesson: I’m gonna need a fuckin’ minute to get the feeling back in my extremities. And since we don’t have all night—”

He tugged her arm towards him and she awkwardly fumbled over to sit on his lap. The door pressed against her back and the steering wheel dug into her leg uncomfortably, but he continued anyways.

Kiara liked loose, linen shorts; Rafe liked them even better. He needn’t even pull them down— they were flowy and accessible enough that he could pull them and her underwear to the side and have her fully exposed for him.

Her face burned. No one had ever seen her like this before, but Rafe was more action-oriented. He cupped a hand over her bare sex, swollen and ready for him after her mouth had been fully used. His dexterous fingers played with her slit and collected the slick there, getting to know her clit and folds in the dark.

He wouldn’t have been able to see, but her eyes opened when he first pressed a finger inside. She was fully aware of how it worked, and Kie had boredly tried to fuck herself in the past, but it was never enough.

Rafe didn’t have that problem. His hands were bigger, fingers stronger, and knew how to stretch her walls around him. She mewled, and he kissed her cheek.

His fingers tucked in further and, with a palm grinding against her clit, pressed against a spot inside her that made her gasp. “Oh my God! What was that?”

He laughed a little in her ear and pulled his fingers out to slap her cunt. She whined. “Our new favorite body part of yours.”

Kiara’s eyebrows furrowed. “Our?”

Rafe took the free hand around her arm and reached over to grab at her breast. “Used to be these.”

Her body sparked and warmed at the idea of Rafe looking at her like a lecher. Deciding parts of her body were for his for ogling, grabbing, fucking. He’s always been an option for her, she just hadn’t known to ask.

The sounds her cunt made around his fingers were vile. He’d lean down to kiss her neck (but only kiss— can’t leave a mark) and she curled into his chest. She’d have more shame about the situation if she had any thoughts at all that weren’t her barreling orgasm.

When she did cum, she had to hold onto his forearm for stability. He purred into her ear about how good she was doing for him, holding her chin in place so he always had a good look at her scrunched eyes and parted lips.

He pulled his hand out from her shorts when she caught her breath, and made her watch the way strings of her cum lingered for too long. Rafe pushed those digits between her lips without warning, and swirled them around her tongue until he was adequately clean. Her legs still tingled when she slumped back into the passenger seat.

“No notes, baby, you did perfectly. Let’s get you home, hmm?”

***

Kiara’s phone automatically set to Do Not Disturb at 11 pm sharp every evening.

She wasn’t even that caught up in perfecting her sleep schedule. There were just too many nights in a row that one of her friends would drunkenly call and wake her up. Never for a good reason, like needing a ride—no, they’ll rip her from sleep to ask if a Wonka chocolate bar is red, or purple like they swore they remembered.

And they wonder why she preferred darties.

So, any messages she may receive in the witching hour would go unnoticed until the next morning. Unless, of course, the person reaching out to her is a bit more persistent.

The window creaked, and she just rolled over in bed. Her home was nearly a century old and the sandy ground below the foundation made for all kinds of bumps in the night.

What it didn’t often do, was lift the pane entirely. Kie sat up, eyes quickly adjusting to the tall body squeezing through into her bedroom.

“Jesus— Rafe?!” she asked, grabbing her chest where her heart fluttered.

“A little help?” he hissed, unable to fit the rest of the way. She sprang to his side, lifting the window a little more and guiding him inside. “Thanks.”

“You don’t have to whisper. My parents are in Myrtle Beach for a wedding.”

“Well, fuck me. Would’ve been nice to know before I scaled the damn trellis. Why didn’t you respond?” he asked, pointing to the sleeping phone on her nightstand.

Kiara crossed her arms. “Didn’t get the message. Do I… need to get a first aid kit?” she asked, looking over his figure and trying not to back away like a frightened deer.

He looked down at himself. “I’m fine?”

“I meant for me! You forget the chainsaw?”

His eyebrows tightened until he remembered the night they‘d already shared, and smirked. “Oh! No, it’s not like that.”

She didn’t get to ask what he meant before he kicked off his boots and flopped onto her bed like he owned it. He wagged his fingers, beckoning her to join him, and she obeyed with a scowl. It’s her room, after all.

He pulled her down to his side, turning to face her and sliding a hand between her cheek and pillow. Rafe kissed her softly, thumbing at her skin and trailing the other hand down to her waist where it rested comfortably. Their thighs entangled and one of her fists nervously balled into his shirt.

The pair made out, much longer than she would expect he had patience for. It was delicate, verging on pure, and it sent a fire to her core in anticipation. His leg pushing between her thighs certainly didn’t hurt.

There was no hurry to undress. A shirt here, his pants there. It was like they waited until one of them lost their breath to pause and remove another article. By the time they were down to their underwear, her apprehensions reappeared.

”Slow,” she blurted, and his big blue eyes locked to hers. “We’re gonna go slow, right?” she clarified, feeling the ridges of his abs, now bare and warm under her fingers.

He smiled, kissed the tip of her nose. “M’in no rush.”

Their cores were close, she could feel the heat of his cock pressed against her hip. He pushed against her once and groaned into her mouth, then pulled away entirely and slotted himself above her.

Rafe sat back on his heels, looking at her near-naked body below her. It was hardly more skin than he was used to seeing when she swam at his house, but he hungered over her nonetheless. His fingers slipped under the hem of her panties and his eyes found hers.

“May I?”

She giggled. Perhaps because she didn’t expect that from Rafe, or maybe it was nerves. But she eked out a yes, please regardless.

With permission granted, he slid her underwear down her legs and tossed them aside, settling between her thighs and giving each a kiss.

He started gently— he spread her folds with his thumbs and licked a hard stripe up the center. Her eyes lifted to the ceiling and slammed shut, and he was gracious enough to not give her hell for this. Rafe allowed her in her own world because, well, he was in one of his own.

Had she spared a glance between her thighs, she’d see him lost in himself, nose buried into her cunt and tongue exploring every part of her. It was all slow, curious, an attempt to commit her pussy to his memory. Maybe he feared this was his only chance.

His patience built a powerful orgasm for her— the kind she could never do herself. Touching herself before was just getting a job done, but Rafe wanted it to wash over her with shaking legs and starry vision.

And Rafe always got what he wanted.

When he came up to kiss her, she tasted herself on him, but it was less intense than she expected. Maybe he was drooling too much.

She’d forgotten he still had his boxers on— too lost in cumming on his tongue. The fabric was sticking to him where precum leaked out of his tip, and he paused for only enough time to pull the elastic down under his balls. Deja vu.

Now free, his member hung menacingly between them. He took himself in hand and teased her, gliding the tip against her pulsing clit and threatening to part her folds. He lay the shaft against her and thrusted, simulating the real thing.

On one insignificant stroke, the head slipped down and notched itself against her hole. Rafe was careful, so careful pressing inside. She was wet enough that he could’ve bullied his cock into her cunt easily, but he stopped instead.

Rafe lowered himself until their noses brushed together. One hand reached up to stroke her cheek, to whisk away the tear that had pooled in the corner of her eye. He shushed, his lips brushing against her chin, her ear, her lips, anywhere he could access her skin.

“Sweetheart, please, you’ve gotta relax for me,” he whispered, voice low and warm. “You’re doing so fuckin’ good so far. Just keep letting me in.”

It was a side of the man she’d never seen before. Rafe used to twist the arms of boys who mocked her and Sarah until they screamed for mercy. He wasn’t allowed to play any contact sports in high school with his violent record. More than once, Kiara had to step around shattered glass in their home from when he’d broken tumblers in fits of rage. The blowjob from last week alone—

Tonight, his free hand found hers and threaded their fingers together. He kissed along her neck and sucked at the flesh gently. Endless praises spilled from him as his cock fully nestled inside her pulsing heat. She could feel their bodies entangling further with each breath they shared in the close space.

“Fuck it’s— so deep,” she breathed, back arching to press her bare chest against his. The angle shift forced her clit to grind against his pelvis and a whine escaped her.

“I know, baby,” he reassured and played with her tits as she readjusted. “Takin’ me so well. Can’t believe I get to be the first one to feel you like this, mm?”

She nodded, even though he wasn’t really asking her anything. Rafe’s hand, still entwined with hers, pulled down to make her feel her lower stomach.

“Feel me there?” he continued. “M’so glad you chose me. Let me split this pretty pussy open on my cock. Gonna let me fill it too? Wanna really make sure I do the job correctly?”

“Fuck, please, yes!”

He withdrew his cock entirely, letting it kiss her slick cunt and smear the wetness between them. Rafe sunk back in without warning and her back arched up.

Kiara’s fingers scratched down his back and he mentioned nothing of it. Her eyes closed again. “Rafe, I… I think I’m gonna—”

“Another?” he cut off, unable to conceal his pride. “Such a good baby. Eager to fall apart on my cock. Wanna feel it, please, sweet girl.”

She came again, pussy twitching around him. He followed shortly after and stuffed her full of cum as they milked each other dry. If the sensation of him finishing down her throat was intriguing, this was… addictive.

Rafe was an exceptional gentleman in terms of cleaning up; Kiara lay weak and tender as he gathered a wet cloth to undo the last hour. Well… as much as could be undone.

“Thank you,” she said finally, voice low above the radiator, spoken across his chest she rested on.

“Don’t even mention it,” he laughed softly and pulled her in closer. They already approached slumber. “Though, if you really wanted to thank me, I have a few ideas in mind…”

[writersundersiege]

The New Girl in Town: Part 2

Rafe Cameron x F! Reader

if you would like to to keep reading:

The New Girl in Town - Masterlist

Warnings: Drug use implied, talks of stalking,

Summary: It’s been a week since Rafe has seen you and he’s craving just a moment with literally anyone in your family. What will happen when all in the same moment he’s granted the opportunity of your phone number and some time spent with your mom and a mysterious friend from home? Can he change the towns talk to those who are close to you before they decide who he is? Or will Rafe need to fight harder to really become a better citizen in the community for you to take notice?

It’s been a week since Rafe watched you disappear in the car with Jason, your loud music and your lively spirit trailing behind you. Every day, Rafe has been bugging Topper to come back over, and every day, it’s another excuse of “My mom wants me to mow the yard” or “Sarah asked me to help with the fundraiser happening at the county club” an endless amount of excuses.

Honestly, it’s gotten to the point where Rafe asks Sarah himself if she’s asking for Top's help, which is his last resort since conversations with her are always aggravating when she says that she indeed was pestering Topper with plans for the beginning of summer family fundraisers for families in need of new summer clothes and essentials. During this whole conversation, Rafe is getting more annoyed, trying to think about when he’ll be able to make the sly move of asking your dad and brother to golf or really anything to get to know you more before he makes the actual moves on you.

Here is the thing about Rafe: he has a reputation on this island for being a problem child, a loose cannon-rich boy who doesn’t care about anyone but Rafe and his best interest, but somehow, the second he sees you, it’s like a switch clicked. He knew you were the only other thing he may ever care about like this.

You seem so bright despite the horrible thing he’s heard you recently endured; he doesn’t want to see anyone else break that light from you. Another thing about Rafe is that he doesn’t like things he admires ruined, and he admires a lot about you.

At the end of the grueling conversation with Sarah, she asks, “Will you come to help us then?” he gets frustrated, shaking his head and walking to the front door to go to Barry’s for a bit and see if maybe getting something will clear his mind “No Sarah I don’t want to help with some stupid Pouge’s getting summer clothes if they want them they should work harder to get it themselves just like we have and I’m not playing along with your dumb im a philanthropist act” slamming the door behind himself hopping on his bike and peeling off.

Unfortunately, Rafe's undoing was that you were the one who suggested the clothes drive for this year's country club summer service act. At this very moment, Sarah was finalizing plans for that night to be able to distribute clothes to people along the cut with younger kids and some of the teens who are struggling to get new stuff with how prices are.

Sarah shakes her head, reflecting on the infuriating conversation with Rafe, trying to understand why her brother must always be so aggressive with everything. She notices her phone buzzing on her vanity, runs over, and picks it up, not even looking, saying, “Helloooo!” She hears your slight laugh through the phone

“Hey Cameron, I was just calling to tell you everything is ready to go here at the Country Club. Mom and I just finished organizing boxes based on size, and it was a great turnout. Thank you so much for those men, small and medium. Mom was panicking. We wouldn’t have enough of Jason and Dad’s nice shirts to spare.” Sarah agrees, saying, “It was no problem at all. Rafe never cleans his clothes bins from the garage, so he had many things to give things he probably won’t even remember he owns them.” You laugh over the other end of the line. Which unintentionally makes Sarah smile. “Jaz and Rafe sound like two peas in a pod. Maybe we should get them together sometime, although the combination may be a recipe for disaster.” this makes Sarah laugh, and she shakes her head, saying, “Surely it would. The loose cannon and goofball sound like a mess and kinda like that one film you showed me and topper of the two guys making a mess of things.”

Sarah hears you laugh so physically loud through the phone she’s laughing with you; it seems so contagious. “Abbott and Costello,” you say through giggles. “They were my Pop Pops favorite comedians. I have to show you, Laurel and Hardy. That is more so Rafe and Jason, two bafoons who are completely oblivious.” Sarah laughs, humming in agreement with you, not knowing what you are talking about but knowing there is always something new and exciting you're teaching her that she’s never heard of.

All of a sudden, she hears you clearing your throat “You still there, Cameron?” she sits up, realizing she is completely zoned out thinking about the times she’s spent with you and your family, and everything about you guys seems new and exciting, she says, “Yeah, sorry just getting ready to head your way” You hum something small and then turn to something behind the other end of the phone “Alright see you here soon Sarah and Oh—don’t worry about bringing any more volunteers my friend from home made a surprise stop to help me settle before he’s off to Costa Rica for a month so he picked up the spot” Sarah smiled and told you she sees you soon and hung up.

As Sarah prepares to spend her entire evening with you, enjoying your welcoming presence. Rafe sits across from Barry at a small pit fire beside his camper, doing a few lines complaining about everything going on, like Ward paying no mind to him, Sarah playing goodie two shoes to the whole island, Topper following her around like a dog, and most of all he can’t seem to find you or your family anywhere.

For the past week, Rafe has been going places like the market, even the one closer to the cut, to bump into either of your parents; he went to the library twice, hoping he’d maybe see your brother since he remembers he’s in college. Lastly, every day at sun up and sun down, since the day after you left for the ocean, he’s gone to the beach to check for you in the waves. On multiple occasions, he could swear he saw you riding a wave, laughing like you always are (H/T) sticking to your neck and face as some fly behind and around you in the wind and (E/C) squinting as you look forward and balance. In the next second, he blinks, and you're gone like a ghost haunting him, but he never knows if it’s truly there.

Barry sits and listens to Rafe talk about you and the previous time you met and how he’s trying to see you again when he finally cuts him off. “You’re telling me you’ve been on a lowkey stalk fest for days but haven’t even talked to the girl.” Rafe stands looking at him over the fire. As he starts talking, he paces back and forth. “I’ve spoken to her, you fucking idiot, just not enough. I want to make a good impression with her family in hopes-“ Barry chuckles at this part. That’s when Rafe's eyes snap to him, looking enraged enough to jump over the fire at him.

“Chill, Country Club. I find it amusing that you don’t want to smash and pass along with this one; that’s you’re usual motto there, pretty boy. so what makes this girl so different?” Barry is leaning forward, studying the boy across from him. Rafe shakes his head, sitting down and looking at his feet, saying, “You haven’t seen her.”

Suddenly, Rafe's phone rings; an unknown number calling. And he was just about to decline but thinks better of it just in case, by the grace of some god looking over him, it’s you. When he raises the phone to his ear, he hears the slightest sniffle. With his lower tambur, he says, “Hello, who’s this?” he hears what he assumes is a girl's voice clear her throat and then a shuffling of a phone and a man’s voice he knows but can’t place behind the other line “here honey let me do it sweetheart—“ and then the tone as clear as day comes to him as the man speaks.

“Yes, Hello Rafe. Is this Rafe Cameron?” Your dad Charlie was calling him, but why, how, and whose number were you calling him from? He immediately stands at the recognition. “ Yes, sir, this is he. What’s going on? Is (F/N) okay?” he asks in quick succession. Charlie chuckles and says, “Woah, slow down there, son; everybody’s fine (F/N) is not feeling well and needs to lay down, but she was leading the fundraiser, and she knew the only person she could call who’d be kind enough to show up is you” Rafe looks up at the sky cursing every constellation for him not fully listening to Sarah just this once to know it was you who was doing this the whole time, while saying “ I would miss it for the world, sir tell her she can count on me always” Charlie smiles behind the call knowing the implications Rafes makes “ I knew you would my boy I knew you would talk soon” and with that, your Dad hung up.

Rafe was scrambling to grab his bag and helmet, pulling some cash from his pocket and throwing it at Barry. “Thanks, I’ve got to go. Don’t ask.” catching the cash and pulling it from its money clip, Barry laughed and said, “Don’t worry, Country Club, I never did.”

Rafe paid no attention to this comment, though he was too busy strapping his helmet starting, and peeling off to the Country Club in the Upper side of Figure 8 to play a giving hero in hopes you’ll recognize his oh-so-generous and noble acts of community

Or maybe you won’t forget the chatter you hear around town about Rafe and his unfair and unrequited actions towards many before you, but he’s looking forward with hope for the first outcome to blossom into something bigger.

All rights belong to the owners of Netflix and the Outer Banks. I do not own any characters except the family. The fiction is simply for fun. All copyrights belong to the original owners.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

˚. ❝₊˚ 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 ˚₊·

» sarah cameron & topper thornton || on my ao3

͟͟͞꒰➳ summary: following the scene in s2e6 where topper saves sarah from rafe trying to drown her — topper navigates trying to take care of little!sarah when he isn’t quite sure what’s going on

» warnings: little!sarah, caregiver!topper, swearing, crying, talk of canon violence/events, references to child/family abuse, talk of weight changes/not eating, past topper/sarah

“You got that? You got that Rafe?!” The words tremble just slightly as Topper grits them through his teeth, dropping Rafe to the ground and not letting his bloodied face be in his sight for another second before he turns to Sarah.

“Sarah, Sarah you okay? Can you breathe?” Topper’s hand shakes the smallest amount, resting in the air unsure if he’s allowed to touch Sarah or if that’ll make her very obvious panic worse. She blinks at him hard and sucks in a shaky breath.

“M’okay.” She’s not. Topper knows that and it makes his jaw clench tight in anger all over again, debating for half a second if turning back around to beat on Rafe some more is worth it, but then Sarah timidly reaches out for him and all that rage slips away.

He can’t get her held in his arms any quicker and reassurances start to naturally fall from his lips. It’s too cold for Sarah to be out here in the night when she’s sopping wet, she shouldn’t be stuck in the place where something so traumatic happened either, and the grip she has on the back of Topper’s shirt tells him he won’t be letting her out of his sight anytime soon.

“Sarah, can you walk? We can get on my boat and get away from here.” Away from her absolutely deranged family. Topper always knew Rafe was a loose cannon and Ward gave him a bad vibe since the day he met him but this- Rafe almost drowning his own sister- it’s so much worse than Topper ever thought. It makes a million questions pop into his head, terrified that this isn’t the first bout of violence Sarah’s faced from her family, overthinking every interaction he’s ever observed of Sarah and her family together.

Has this been going on for a long time? Months? Years? When did it get this bad? Maybe this is why she was so attached to John B so quickly, he’s nothing like her family, the farthest thing from it, Topper doubts he even knew Sarah’s step-moms name before they started dating. Shit- was Sarah ever scared of Topper because he hung around Rafe? Did she think he would hurt her?

The back of Topper’s throat turns sour with the thought and he shakes himself back to reality. Sarah hasn’t moved away from his neck, still shaking in place, her freezing nose tucked right up against his hot skin as Topper carefully cradles a hand to the back of her head. Her hair is hardening with the cold water and air from the sea, they really need to get out of here.

“Do you… want me to carry you?” His eyes squeeze shut with the ask because he knows it’s probably the last thing he should be saying. But Sarah’s always loved being carried around, she’d jump on Topper’s back any chance she could get even before they dated, giggling happily when he’d run around with her and bounce her up higher. He’d do anything to hear that giggle right now.

“Y-yeah, please.” The barely audible whisper of Sarah’s voice snaps Topper’s heart to a million pieces all over again.

“Okay I got you.” It’s easier than it was in the past to heft Sarah onto his hip, even with the wet clothes she’s lighter, thinner, he wonders how many days she went without eating when her and John b were stuck running from the cops. There should be food at the boat house he’s planning on taking them to.

The walk over to Topper’s boat is short but actually climbing onto the boat takes a minute or two, Sarah’s unwilling to let go of him and he’s scared of missing his step and falling into the water with her. He manages to get them both on safely but Sarah still won’t let him put her down on the bench of the boat. Something’s shifted in how she’s acting that Topper can’t quite place but it makes his whole chest fill with protective energy. The way she’s leaning on him, curled in as close as possible when he sits on the chair in front of the steering wheel, her hands in a loose grip on his shirt still, eyes wide and terrified— she looks so small — it makes Topper feel impossibly more responsible for her. There’s no way she can be responsible for herself right now, she must be in shock, too out of it to do anything but silently cry against Topper’s chest.

“I know somewhere we can go, somewhere warm, somewhere safe.” He murmurs and reaches to grab a stray blanket that’s draped over the bench of the boat from earlier in the day when Topper spent a good hour sleeping in the sun. Sarah used to say he was like a cat, always attracted to sun spots, but then she started to do the same and they could only laugh about it. A nap like that would probably be good for Sarah right now, it’d at least warm her up- but it’s night and the farther out into the water they drive the colder it gets.

“We’re almost there.” Topper assures when he feels Sarah shiver against him, nodding weakly in acknowledgment. The boat house truly isn’t far and he can see the outside light that’s always flipped on when it gets dark out, but the five minutes still feels like an eternity.

“Do you wanna walk in on your own?” Despite internally cringing as he asks the question because surely Sarah’s okay to walk now- Sarah only shakes her head against his chest. It makes the worry Topper’s had this entire time grow even worse, but he’d never tell her no so he quickly gets the boat tied down - reluctantly leaving Sarah sitting alone on the captain's chair as he does- before coming to scoop her up into his arms bridal style and carry her inside.

“Here’s a towel, I should have some sweatpants and a shirt somewhere around here just give me a sec to find them.” Topper really doesn’t want to leave Sarah sitting on the daybed by herself but she needs to change out of those soaked clothes sooner rather than later.

It takes a lot of digging and a few random swimsuits flung to the floor but eventually Topper finds a pair of jogger sweatpants and a loose shirt, both dry, both much warmer than the small jean shorts and t-shirt Sarah’s in now. She’s busy patting her hair dry, though the action is a little uncoordinated and clumsy, Topper moves to swipe the towel across her hair without thinking.

“Thanks.” It’s a mumble and Sarah’s eyes stare at her hands fidgeting in her lap rather than at Topper.

“Course. Here I’ll stand outside while you get changed.” The last thing he wants is to make Sarah feel uncomfortable so he slips back out onto the landing of the boat house after handing her the new clothes.

It’s already colder outside than when they first arrived despite how little time has passed. Topper momentarily thinks about taking Sarah back to his house for the night. It'd be nicer, probably safer, but his parents just got home from a week-long trip and won’t appreciate him sneaking his ex-girlfriend into his room at ten at night. Even if it’s not for any reason other than to take care of Sarah, not that he can exactly explain that, there’s no way anyone would believe him if he said he caught Rafe trying to drown Sarah when he went out to the docks to get his phone charger from the boat. It’d sound absurd. Like some excuse just to have Sarah stay the night. It’ll be better if she stays here.

“T-top?” The sight of Sarah all but drowning in Topper’s shirt as she sits cross legged on the bed almost makes Topper audibly go ‘awe.’ It’s not how he’s used to feeling about Sarah, there’s nothing romantic about the feeling, she just looks so small and innocent like this it’s pulling on his heart strings.

“Any warmer?” He tugs the blanket back over her shoulders even as Sarah nods to him.

“It’s late, you should sleep.” Not that Topper really wants to leave her out here alone to do so, but she looks exhausted and probably feels worse than she looks considering everything.

“Wait- will you stay?” His wrist gets caught when he turns to walk out of the door again.

“You sure?” Sarah hums and Topper hesitantly moves to sit on the edge of the bed, keenly aware that this might be a bad idea. It’s not that he thinks anything will happen- there’s no way- but Sarah might regret having had him stay in the morning.

“Sarah, you okay?” The answer is blatant, no she isn’t, she just climbed her way to be nearly sitting in Topper’s lap with her head on his chest and arms around his middle, she’d never do that under normal circumstances.

Even when they were a couple she always preferred to lay her head on his shoulder and hold his hand or throw her legs atop his so he could brush his fingertips up and down her calfs- she never wanted to be this close, never clung onto him like she is right now. He doesn’t know what to do in this situation- she’s dating John b, obviously likes him more than she ever liked Topper in a romantic way, and while this feels the farthest thing from romantic, Topper’s still weary of where the line of too much is.

“It’s okay, you can go to sleep, I’m right here.” The reassurances fall from his lips in spite of his personal worry, he simply wraps his arms around her back and gently brushes his thumb up and down on her spine til her eyes flutter shut.

The morning may be awkward and Topper still isn’t sure why Sarah’s behavior has changed so much but for now he does his best to make sure Sarah feels comforted. It’s the least he can do after the hell she’s experienced tonight with Rafe, and he can worry about John b possibly kicking his ass later, he doesn't care as long as Sarah is safe tonight.

[cloveswifey]

Your break up ~ Sarah Cameron

Parings: Sarah Cameron x Fem!Reader

Type: Head-Cannon ; Angst

Words: 0.1k

Sarah had been dating y/n for a while, but there was always an underlying feeling of anxiety about their relationship.

Y/n couldn't shake the suspicion that Sarah was being too friendly with their mutual friend, John B. Despite raising their concerns to Sarah, she continued to flirt with John, often showing signs of affection in front of y/n.

One day, y/n returned home early and caught Sarah kissing John B on the kitchen counter.

Sarah's attempts to plead for forgiveness fell on deaf ears as y/n couldn't forgive her for her constant flirting with John in the past. Despite Sarah's pleas and apologies, y/n had to come to terms with the fact that their relationship was no longer salvageable.

It was a tough decision to make, but y/n knew that it was the right one.

[obxparadise]

Hoping to get this JJ fic posted by Tuesday🤩

[mackenzielovee]

ambivalence blurb: gravity - rafe cameron

a/n: this is little sorry but i needed a little comfort outtake so pls enjoy cute little comforting rafe this late evening<3

warnings: mentions of anxiety, swearing

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Sitting on the deck of the Cameron household, staring down into the pool you'd swam in a million times, you consider the fact that you're here at all. It's a bit cold now, as cold as it gets in the Outer Banks, and has you tightening your sweater around your body as you breathe in the fresh air.

Your mind replays every cannon ball, every attempt at the perfect dive, every teasing word you'd said to Scott over Rafe's head without even giving him a second glance. A smile teases your lips as you picture the scene in front of you; standing in your favorite bikini at sixteen, celebrating Sarah's birthday. Rafe's in the shallow end of the pool trying to play basketball with Scott, but really, his glance never leaves you. He misses almost every shot and Scott teases him for the rest of the day. Not one part of him cares, because he'd gotten to spend the day with you.

He'd watched as you perfected your dive, as you and Sarah competed to see who could make the smallest splash. He'd watched as you came up for air and pushed your hair out of your face immediately, or as you treaded water so effortlessly that he knew he couldn't use it as an excuse to wrap an arm around you. At eighteen, his height was an advantage. Just not one he could use with you, it seemed.

Now, the pool is still. The deck chair you're lounging in starts to feel uncomfortable, so you adjust yourself and lean back into the seat. You close your eyes on inhale, hoping somehow that the crisp, North Carolina air will bring some relief to the anxiety settling in your stomach.

"Sweetheart?"

Your eyes open and your head shifts slightly to the right, finding Rafe with a mug in his left hand, a blanket in his right. He's wearing an old Kildare Academy sweatshirt and has it slightly tucked into his sweatpants. His hair is messy from the nap he'd awakened from, and the string hanging from the mug tells you it's tea he holds.

"Hey," you say quietly, giving him a small smile.

"It's cold," he takes a step forward, then another, "Here."

He sets the mug down on the table beside you, then lays the blanket over your body. You give him a grateful smile when he pulls it up to your collarbones, removing one of your hands from underneath the blanket to find his.

"I made you some tea," he continues, gesturing to the mug he'd placed down beside you, "Do you wanna talk?"

You squeeze his hand, urging him to sit down on your chair. He does, attempting to take up as little room as possible so as not to make you move from your comfortable stance. You do anyway, silently encouraging him to make himself comfortable, too.

"I'm just feeling a little weird today, that's all," you shrug.

He swallows, "Don't say that like it's nothing. Is there anything I can do?"

When you tug on his hand ever so slightly, an attempt to guide him up to you, he seems to mold his body to yours in a way that proves the two of you are meant to fit only together. He crawls under your blanket and holds you against him, arms wrapping around you without a second thought.

"This," you say quietly, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

He hums contently, tightening his grip around you and squeezing before dusting kisses over your temple. Your eyes flutter closed, and he notes the way you cuddle even deeper into him, your body needing his comfort.

It's this small motion that makes him frown; not because you want to be close to him, but because something is bothering you. He's only seen this mood once before on you, having been jealous that it was not him you clung to at that time.

You'd been anxious about starting high school and spent the entire week before glued to your father's side. At fourteen years old, you'd held your dad's hand and begged for the comfort and affection because you felt as if your world was spinning out of control.

Rafe remembers how he'd experienced your fear, and the next day he wrote you a letter. He explained how high school worked down to the minute, which lunch line to go through, when it was best to go to your locker, and where your favorite genre of books were located in the school library.

As if this wasn't enough to show his pure, undying love, he'd signed the letter from Brady, your childhood crush and babysitter. Rafe had placed the letter in your mailbox the following day. That Thursday, he noticed how you were practically beaming from ear to ear, all hints of anxiety and fear gone from your body. Later that night, when Rose asked you about school, you'd told her you were excited to start. That you could handle it.

Rafe, beginning his junior year, bit down hard on his bottom lip to hide his smile. He'd never told a soul about the letter. He never planned to, either. The recognition was not what he did it for; he'd done it purely to help you. Now, he sits quietly and tries to figure out how to fix things the same way he did with the letter. How to make whatever you're worried about evaporate; to convince you that he'd take care of anything if it meant you weren't worrying.

"Talk to me," he murmurs.

His fingertips brush up and down your arm, an ever so comforting gesture that makes your heart melt. With a small smile, you nod and figure talking about it can only help.

"Everything's changing," you almost whisper, your voice failing you, "Kelce is going away to school, Topper's getting a job on the mainland, I'm moving out of my parents house, I'm- it's just a lot right now and I guess I'm just having some trouble processing it all."

"That makes sense," he says quietly, hooking his index finger into the collar of your shirt to move it aside so he can press a kiss into your shoulder.

"I don't want to sound ridiculous," you continue, "I know how lucky I am. It's just a lot to take in, you know?"

"I know," he confirms, another kiss making its way to the crook of your neck.

The deck falls silent for a moment, both of you absorbing what you'd just confessed. When Rafe feels you press into him even tighter, instinctively pulling you closer, he smiles to himself.

Your eyes fall on the guest house, the place Rafe had taken time to build, re-do, and create to provide the two of you with a place to live. You'd stared at that place many times over the years, and never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined living in it with the eldest Cameron son.

"Sweetheart," he starts, drawing your attention back to him, "I know it feels like everything's changing. I know that can be really hard. It will take some time to get used to, definitely. But, I tell you what, you wanna know what's not changing?"

You shift your head on his chest so you can look up to him out of the corner of your eye, expression puzzled. His left hand tangles with yours under the blanket.

"What's that, Rafe?" you ask.

He smirks and pulls both of your hands out from underneath the blanket, shifting your hand in his so your engagement ring is perfectly visible to you. With a kiss on your cheek, he starts to whisper in your ear, his lips lightly ghosting over your skin.

"This isn't changing," he says, "I love you so much. That will never change. I know that's not much when your best friends are moving away and your parents aren't under the same roof as you anymore, but-"

"But," you stop him, squeezing his hand, "It's enough. It's more than enough, really, it's everything."

He grins and nods his head as if to silently tell you that he feels the exact same way. Your head falls back onto his chest and you inhale completely, the first deep breath you've taken in days. His other hand, the one not completely and totally wrapped up in yours, tugs the blanket up higher so you don't get cold.

"Been dreaming of this forever, y'know," he whispers, "Being with you and holding you and knowing you like this."

You smile and squeeze his hand, still reveling in the fact that with a few simple words, Rafe can lift up all the anxiety from your shoulders and set it free.

"I remember Sarah's sixteenth birthday party," he continues softly, "You wore this blue two piece that fucking hurt me every time I looked at you. I tried to focus on anything else, but I was a goner the second you walked onto the deck. You and Sarah were having some dumb diving contest or whatever, and when yours came out perfect, I remember how happy you were. All I could think was how I wanted to see that smile forever, and maybe, y'know, things wouldn't be so bad."

When he finishes, you sit up and spin around, settling yourself in Rafe's lap. Your fingers link together behind his neck and he smiles, a hint of shyness present on his face.

"How's that working out?" you ask teasingly, eyeing his lips.

"Pretty damn good," he smirks.

You grin and press your lips to his, allowing yourself to lose all semblance of control when it comes to expressing how much you love and adore him.

When you pull away, the smirk on Rafe's face only grows as he stares at you. You smile as you run your hands across his jaw, soaking in his soft skin and the slight stubble lining his chin.

"Thank you," you say quietly, "For making me feel better."

"Of course, baby."

He doesn't object when you cuddle into him once more, keeping your front pressed to his and laying on top of him. He only wraps his arms around you back and keeps you close, using the blanket and his body heat to warm you.

"Do you need anything?" he asks.

"Just you," you reply, then bite down on your bottom lip to hide a smile, "And maybe my tea."

He laughs and urges you to sit up, reaching for the mug he'd set down and handing it off to you. You smile and take a sip, then press another gentle kiss to Rafe's lips.

"Good?" he questions.

"Perfect," you nod, "Can we just lay for a little while?"

An amused chuckle emerges from his lips as he removes your mug from you and sets it back down again, letting you return to your original position.

"As long as you want to, sweetheart."

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[sl-ut]

once a cheater...

pairing: sarah cameron x fem!kook!reader, sarah cameron x john b routledge, topper thornton x fem!kook!reader (platonic/very minorly romantic)

description: once a cheater, always a cheater; that’s what everyone told y/n when her ex-girlfriend returns from the dead, and she was a fool not to listen.

warnings: cheating, light description of sex, angst, topper being a good friend, john b being a douche, slightly ooc sarah (but not really), john b and sarah slander

words: 3.3K

date posted: 28/03/22

Y/n had been proudly calling Sarah Cameron her girlfriend for almost six months when she discovered that she had been cheating on her. The relationship prior to that had been fairly good; Sarah was sweet to Y/n, and genuinely seemed interested in her, but as the school year turned to summer, Y/n could clearly tell that Sarah was pulling away.

Of course, Y/n had noticed it. Sarah began bailing on their plans, or acting dazed when they were together, but she was always quick to dismiss her or distract her in some way. Then, after going off in search of her girlfriend at Midsummer, she discovered that her fears were not, in fact, rational as she discovered Sarah in the arms of John Booker Routledge.

She remembered how Sarah tried to defend herself, and how John B even got protective of the blonde when Y/n began spitting vicious words at her, and the pain she felt in her hand as she connected it with his cheek, though she could scarcely recall anything after that until her burning rage turned into grief.

It was all only made worse when she’d discovered that Ward had let John B move into Tannyhill. Y/n had once taken pity on the boy, and had even been relatively nice to him back when he used to work on the Cameron’s boat, but she couldn’t help but hope that he would have been sent back to the shithole he called a house, and taken by DCS, as horrible as it may make her seem.

The weeks that followed were not easy by any means. Y/n had been devastated by Sarah’s betrayal, and later on, her presumed death. She sometimes wondered if she would have never recovered from it if it hadn't been for Topper, who stood by her the entire time. By the time that the summer was coming to an end, she was finally coming to terms with it all, up until she heard the news that John B and Sarah were both alive and back in the OBX.

“So how are you doing with all of this?” Topper bumped her shoulder as he walked alongside her, a brown paper bag of takeout swinging from his hand as they headed back to the docks, “As in the whole ‘Sarah-John B’ thing.”

Y/n shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest, “I’m trying not to pay attention to it all, honestly. I feel like I’ve just come a long way since everything at Midsummers.I don’t know if he did it or not; Hell, we all know that Rafe’s a loose cannon, and maybe he doesn’t deserve it, but I just can’t bring myself to give a fuck about what happens to him, as terrible of a person as it might make me.”

“I don’t think it does,” Topper shook his head, “They put you through hell. Hey, if that were me in your situation, I don’t even know what I would have done. I probably would’ve tried to kill him, at the very least.”

Y/n sniggered quietly, “I can’t say that the thought hasn’t crossed my mind. I mean– Do you hear that? Top, it sounded like something fell in the water.”

“Uh, yeah…” Topper turned his head in the direction of the sudden splashing, “It was probably like a porpoise or a bird or something.”

Y/n shook her head, following the sound of the continuous splashing, “I’m just gonna check it out. You head back to the Malibu.”

Topper shouted her name after her, uttering a swear as he took several quick steps to catch up with her. He finally slammed into her back as she came to a sudden halt, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as she caught sight of the familiar figure of Rafe Cameron, hunched over a large tub of water as he forced someone underneath.

“Rafe–” The person shrieked, a voice hoarse as they were barely able to get a gasp of air before they were forced back under.

Goosebumps ran over Y/n’s skin as the voice reached her ears, rushing forward to grab hold of the material of Rafe’s blue shirt in her fists, pulling with all her might as she yelled for him to let go. Rafe glanced over his shoulder, swinging his elbow back to connect with her jaw, knocking her back to the hard gravel. Topper soon took her place, successfully pulling Rafe away from the tub and occupying his attention long enough for Y/n to reach into water, helping the blonde girl out.

“Sarah!” Y/n pushed her wet hair out of her face, tugging her hoodie off of her own shoulders to throw it around Sarah as tremors ran through her body, “Are you okay? Can you breathe?”

“Y/n?” She murmured, leaning into the warmth of the sweater as her bottom lip began trembling. She moved her gaze to Topper, who finally sent Rafe running off.

“Jesus, are you okay?” He asked.

“No,” Her voice shook, “Not really.”

“Come on,” Y/n hooked her arm around Sarah’s shoulders, glancing at Topper, “We can give you a ride home–”

“I can’t go home.” Sarah sneered, “I can’t be around him. He wants me dead.”

The pair shared a glance, Topper clearly arguing against the offer that he knew she was about to make, though Y/n ignored him as she turned to the blonde, “You can stay at my place for the night. You can sleep in the guest house, no one even has to know that you’re there.”

Sarah’s large brown eyes gazed over at her ex-girlfriend, curiosity and confusion swirling through her brain as she wondered why exactly the girl who she’d cheated on and abandoned was being so hospitable to her.

“Uh, yeah. That would be good. Thank you.”

Topper walked on the other side of Sarah as Y/n led her across the dock to where they had parked the Malibu. His dark stare was glued to the side of Y/n’s face, though she was intentionally avoiding his gaze. He’d been very clear about his feelings towards Sarah after she had cheated on his best friend, and he might have been angrier than Y/n was, herself. He’d even warned her before they had started dating about Sarah’s reputation, but Y/n had been charmed by the Cameron girl and couldn’t care less about her past until it came back to bite her in the ass.

Sarah curled up at the back of the boat as Topper took his place at the wheel. Y/n gave Sarah one last look before moving to stand next to Topper as the boat pulled away from the dock. He glanced over his shoulder at the blond, making sure that she was out of ear shot before he leaned closer to the girl next to him.

“Y/n…”

“Please don’t, Topper,” She stared up at him, “I know what you’re going to say. I just… it’s Sarah. No matter what she did or how she hurt me, I couldn’t just leave her there.”

“I know,” He sighed, “I just… Y/n, I was the one to put you back together after she left. I don’t wanna see you go through that again.”

“I won’t,” She reached across and placed her hand over his on the wheel, catching his gaze, “I don’t want that either. I promise, it’s just one night, and then she's gone, ‘kay?”

Topper’s eyes shifted down to their hands momentarily, loosening his grip on the wheel to lace their fingers together, “Okay, I trust you.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, “Thank you. And I’m sorry that I’m sort of ditching you on movie night.”

“It’s okay,” Topper smirked, “Just means that you owe me. Big time.”

Y/n snorted out a laugh, “Keep dreaming, pal.”

She bid him a quiet goodbye as he parked the boat along the dock behind her house, Sarah following behind her awkwardly as Y/n led her up to the large guest house.

“Here are some extra blankets,” Y/n dropped some linens on the double bed, turning to face the frazzled girl in the doorway, “The shower’s through there if you want to take one. Is there anything else you need before I head to bed?”

“Uh, no.” Sarah shook her head, “Thank you. Really, Y/n, you didn’t have to do any of this, especially after everything that happened between us.”

“Yeah, well I wasn’t just about to leave you. Rafe’s really been off his rockers the last few weeks, so I wouldn’t trust him to not try and kill just anyone in his path.”

“I mean, after the whole deal with Peterkin–” She paused as she registered the expression on Y/n’s features, “You don’t really believe that it was John B, do you?”

“I really don’t know what to believe, Sarah. I wasn’t there, so right now it’s your word against your family’s, and it wouldn’t be the first time that you hurt someone who loved you for John B.”

The blonde clamped her lips shut, wide eyes falling to the floor at the harsh words spat at her. Y/n wasted no more time before she turned on her heel, slamming the door to the guest house quietly as she made her way up the remainder of the dock to the large main house on her property.

The next morning, Y/n stepped out of her shower, wincing as she wiped the condensation from the large round mirror to reveal her reflection, including the black, swollen bruise that marred the flesh of her jawline. She let out a quiet whimper as she poked and prodded around it with her finger, swearing in frustration as it dawned on her that no amount of makeup would successfully cover such a mark. After putting on a few layers of concealer in hopes of avoiding too much attention, allowing her hair to dry a bit, and slipping into a dark blue bikini and covering up with denim cutoffs and a large sweatshirt that probably (definitely) belonged to Topper.

“Sarah?” She called as she poked her head into the guest house, “You up?”

The house was empty, crumpled sheets messily folded at the foot of the bed, but there was no other trace of Sarah having been there. Y/n furrowed her brow at the emptiness of the house, but quickly changed the sheets to hide the fact that her ex-girlfriend had stayed the night at her house, knowing how angry her parents would be with her simply for letting her back into her life. Between Topper and her parents, Y/n wasn’t sure who hated Sarah Cameron more for what she had done to her, though both were definitely more than Y/n could bring herself to.

A few days had passed since Sarah had evaded her house, and word had quickly spread that John Booker Routledge had been released from county jail and was cleared of all charges. Topper had done his best to keep Y/n distracted from everything that had to do with it, though it only made it more difficult after the arrest of Rafe Cameron, and his father’s explosive escape from justice. It was the talk of the town, afterall, though the kooks on Figure Eight were sure to mourn the death of Ward much more than they had for John B while he had been on trial.

“I just… I don’t know. I’ve been friends with the guy for years, and now he’s a murderer?” Topper shook his head, “It’s just crazy to me. I can’t wrap my head around it.”

“Me neither,” Y/n sighed, looping her arm through his as they walked down the beach together, cool water lapping at their bare feet as the tide began to come closer to the shore, “Everything’s just so different now, you know?”

He glanced over at her, “Different how?”

“I don’t know. Ward’s dead, Sarah and John B are just gonna be a thing now, I guess, and Rafe is… I’m not even sure what to call it. Maybe it was all meant to happen, you know, it was all too good for too long,” She tightened her grip on his arm, nudging her head against him, “I’m glad I still have you, though, Top. That’s one change that I don’t think I would be able to survive.”

Topper guffawed loudly, “Yeah right. Y/n, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed or not, but you’re like, this super badass chick and no matter what happens to you, you just always kinda roll with it.”

“Well, now that you mention it,” She smirked, “Maybe I would be, like, Queen of the Kooks if I stopped hanging out with degenerates like you.”

“Oh, that’s how it is?” He raised his brows at her, “So it would probably be better for the both of us if I didn’t give you a ride home later, then.”

“No,” She pinched his bicep, “Then it’ll be wholly on you when my body washes up on the shore.”

Topper visibly shivered harshly, “Don’t even joke about that.”

“Okay, okay. Geez, I didn’t realise that you were so concerned with my health, Top.”

He didn’t answer, instead turning his head to observe the shifting sand beneath their feet. He tugged his lip between his teeth, a heaving sigh falling from his lips.

“Hey,” She turned to face him, “What’s wrong? I really didn’t mean to upset you so much.”

“No, no,” He shook his head, “It’s not your fault. It’s just…”

“What?”

A small smile crossed his features, “Nothing. Come on, I’ve got SAT prep tomorrow morning, and mom will kill me if I miss it again.”

Y/n watched him with uncertainty, but slowly nodded, “Yeah, sure.”

The sun had finally set, and after being dropped off at her house by Topper, Y/n made herself comfortable among the various plush cushions on her bed, sighing in content as the minty face mask settled into her skin. The past few days had been extremely warm, and the UV rays had been extraordinarily high, which caused the cooling sensation that spread across her cheeks to feel euphoric. Setting a ten-minute timer on her phone, her head leaned back against the wooden headboard as her eyes fluttered closed, finally relishing in a moment of peace since the return of Sarah, John B’s trial and release from prison, the arrest of Rafe, and not to mention Ward Cameron’s explosive escape from justice… There was hardly a dull moment in the Outer Banks.

A small tapping against the glass brought her back to the real world, and another had her creeping towards the window, peeling her curtains away from the glass to peer out, completely forgetting the green slime that had covered her entire face. Her brow furrowed as she easily recognised the familiar blonde girl beneath her window, waving her arms wildly to get her attention.

“Sarah?” She kept her voice low in an attempt to keep her parents from hearing, “What are you doing here?”

The Cameron girl sniffled, wiping underneath her left eye with her sleeve, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.”

Y/n didn’t want to feel bad for her. The girl had coaxed her into falling in love with her, then cheated with the guy who she told Y/n not to worry about, only to act as if Y/n was completely irrational. She wanted to hate Sarah for how horribly she had treated her, but she simply couldn’t. Not when she was standing in her backyard, tears tracking down her cheeks and suffering from the trauma of watching her father blow himself up.

“Uh, it’s okay,” She murmured, “Just give me a minute, I’ll come down.”

Y/n wiped her face clean and pulled a white sweatshirt over her head before sneaking down the stairs, stealthily slipping her feet into her sandals and sliding out the door.

“Do you, uh, do you wanna go for a walk or something?”

“Yeah,” Sarah nodded, “That would be good.”

The two stayed quite silent as they walked down the road, both avoiding the other’s eyes. Y/n peeked over at Sarah, admiring her round features in the moonlight, highlighted by tear tracks and red-rimmed brown eyes.

“I’m sorry about your dad.”

Sarah’s eyes flickered over to her, “Thanks. At least someone is.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know,” She shook her head, “It’s just… I know that Ward was a bad guy, and he did a lot of bad stuff; I mean, he was a murderer! But, everyone also seems to forget that at one point in my life, he was just my dad.”

Y/n nodded, “I get it. I mean, I definitely don’t, but I can at least try to understand. I don’t think anyone can blame you for mourning your dad.”

“John B did.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, not entirely surprised that she had found some way to bring him up, “Sarah–”

“We broke up.”

Sarah stepped in front of the girl, preventing him from walking any further. Her glossy eyes fought to hold contact with those of her ex-girlfriend.

“Sarah,” Y/n sighed, “I’m sorry about your dad, but you can’t really expect me to feel bad for you about John B.”

“I just–” Sarah whimpered, “He didn’t care. And then I started thinking that, maybe if I hadn’t ever gotten together with him, my dad would still be alive. And then, I thought about you, and how no matter what happened, you would have always stood by my side. I don’t expect you to forgive me, or to take me back, or anything… I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am. Really.”

Y/n wiped her eyes before any tears could fall, thinking over how to respond to Sarah’s words.

“Y/n, I don’t have anyone else. Please.”

She wanted nothing more than to tell her no; That she had hurt her too horribly and there was absolutely nothing that she could have done to convince her to take her back. She wanted to tell her no as their lips met, and again as the pair stumbled into the bedroom in their guesthouse, and again as Sarah stripped her of her clothes and brought her to climax time and time again. But Y/n had always been weak when it came to Sarah Cameron, so instead she said yes; She allowed her to kiss her, to strip her, and to touch her like she had so many times before, and she loved every moment of it. She relished in holding Sarah’s bare body in her arms once more, in her taste and smell.

Sarah stayed with her for the next week, each of their nights spent forcing pleasure onto one another incessantly. Sarah smiled at her when Y/n mumbled a declaration of love in the midst of her orgasm before repeating the words back to her.

Y/n had gone by Sarah’s house one morning, only to find it empty of nearly everything that the Cameron’s had held near and dear to their hearts. Sarah had already started to blow her off throughout the following weeks, coming up with lame excuses as to why she wasn’t answering her texts and distracting her with sex. Y/n was quick to recognise the similar pattern as the very same one from when Sarah had begun cheating on her months before, but she somehow convinced herself to believe otherwise. And then Sarah disappeared once more, and it became clear to Y/n that she had run off with John B once again.

“I’m sorry,” Topper ran his hand over her back in comforting circles and her body shook, heavy sobs wracking her body as her tears soaked through the cotton of his t-shirt, “And I hate to say that I told you so… but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Y/n–”

“Once a cheater, always a cheater…”

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[billyspotato]

could you do one where rafe is dating a short reader ?? like a head cannon ?

Rafe Cameron dating short!reader...

Words: 634 words

Type: Fluff [HC]

Warnings: English is not my first language. There might be some misspelling. (Pretty Gender Neutral)

A/N: Gif’s not mine :)

- To be honest, I do believe that if Rafe dated a short person, he/she would be teased and “made fun of” by him all the time;

- I’m talking about:

- Nicknames;

- Using your head as a support for his arm;

- Constantly making jokes about you being shorter than him;

- Every time he would tease you, you would always crack a smile or even laughed at his goofiness, even when you tried not to;

- He meant no harm by doing it, and you knew that;

- Rafe also had an “obsession” of picking you up;

- Not that you two were a very PDA kind of couple, but he does like your hugs and cuddles, just like you love his;

- Sometimes, when Rafe would be sad about something he would just love to cuddle with you;

- He could just lay his head down on your chest and (practically) force you to play with his hair;

- Or, in the days he was extra sad, he would like to be little spoon;

- Even if you couldn’t embrace him the same way he does;

- But there is no way in hell, that when he is back in his cocky self that he would let you spoon him;

- You can’t even acknowledge that it happen, which would always make you laugh your ass off;

- He would refuse it constantly;

- Sometimes even joke about it:

- “Why would I ever let your miniature-self cuddle me?”

- Also,

- Everyone would think that your height differences are cute as frick;

- Even Sarah, who thought you deserved better than her brother, would think that you two were cute;

- Forehead and top of your head kisses!!!

- He would kiss your head every time he could;

- If you two are at a party, at a beach or even when you’re just sitting on his lap;

- That would be enough for him to give you a kiss;

- Hugging someone as tall as Rafe would be a god damn bliss;

- You can snuggle into his chest all you want, or even in between his arm and torso;

- He would literally let you do that any time of the day;

- Which is always a plus;

- Rafe would also feel the need to protect you at all times;

- If someone makes fun of your height, for an example, and make you slightly upset... oh, boy;

- Somebody might end up with a broken nose;

- Even if someone did it to make you laugh, he would totally still send a glare their way;

- He is not letting anyone get a pass by doing such thing;

- Nobody would be safe;

- Oh and yeah, obviously:

- Wearing/Stealing his clothes (mostly shirts) all the time;

- The soft material of his hoodies and shirts would embrace your body like no other piece of clothing you own;

- You, sometimes, would even be the one to try out his new clothes, even if he just bought them;

- And he would never see them again;

- He knows where they are, since whenever you slept over, your choice of pajamas would be one of his shirts;

- Or when he would sleep over, you would already have one of his shirts on;

- You weren’t that sleek;

- He would tease you about it too, all the time;

- “Are you hoarding my clothes now?”

- You literally just couldn’t help it, they always looked good on you;

- And to be honest, as much as Rafe likes to tease you, he would love to see you wearing his clothes at all times;

- But at the end of the day, he loves you too much to say no and take anything out of your hands.

- - - - -

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[brelione]

Ooh congrats on 200 girl!! Can I request something with Rafe please where he slowly falls in love with the reader every time she comes round to tutor Wheezie but she's not interested because of what she's seen and heard about him (non cannon Rafe pls, him just being a rich stuck up dick) so he puts in the effort to win her over and is determined to show her a different side to him!?

Sorry,this sucks lol.

Rafe Cameron,the bitchy,rich,straight white male.He was privileged as all hell and could get away with anything because of his daddy’s money.He did get away with anything,including beating the living hell out of multiple pogues.He was probably the person you hated most in the world and yet you were in his house,being payed with his daddy’s money to tutor his younger sister.You tried not to judge people based on their families but part of you wanted to decline the offer to tutor Wheezie and spit in Ward Cameron’s face.

But of course thats not what happened,you needed money to live and Ward had offered a ridiculous amount.It was your third study session,common core math books and Type Two Writing for Students opened on the table,piles of flashcards and worksheets flooding the marble.

Wheezie needed to go to the bathroom,meaning you were all alone when Rafe came along.Your fingers tightened around your pencil as you went through Wheezie’s first draft,wanting nothing more than to pierce the boys eyeball with the charcoal tip.He stared at you from across the kitchen,looking around with a confused expression. “What the fuck?’He asked.You rolled your eyes,ignoring him. “Who are you and why are you in my house?”He asked,his voice dripping with venom.Wheezie came out of the bathroom,glancing between the two of you. “Shes my tutor,chill.”She sighed,sitting across from you again.The boy glared at you,trying to hide his wonder.

He didnt really know who you were but he was sure he had seen you somewhere.His eyes were focused on your face,trying to figure out if he had seen you at a party or something. “What?”You asked,he shrugged,leaning against the counter and still staring at you.Then it clicked.

He had shown up to a boneyard party,just to be a fucking asshole.He had seen a girl hanging upside down from a tree,talking to JJ Maybank.He could see why he was interested in her,she looked pretty cute,arms crossed over her chest as she swung back and forth.He had always wondered who she was and why he had never seen her before.He thought about her every once in a while,trying to think of why he never saw her again.And here she was,sitting in his kitchen. “You’re a pogue?”He asked,squeezing his cup.You ignored him,tapping your pencil on a word and asking Wheezie what it said. 

“Hey,i asked you a question.”He was closer this time,leaning against the table. “And I ignored you.”You answered,sending a glare his way.He chuckled,shaking his head. “Are you a pogue or not?”He asked.You sighed,looking his way. “Does it matter?Im trying to do my job and you’re being a pest,do you want Wheezie to fail all of her classes?”You asked.He rolled his eyes. “Oh,so you are a Pogue.What does a pogue know that I dont?”He asked Wheezie.You laughed,shaking your head. “We all know you only graduated because of your daddy’s money.You had like...what?A 2.0 gpa?”You teased,gripping your pencil tight.He bit on his lip staring down at you. “Oh,so what’s yours then?”He asked,watching as a smirk came across your face. “4.2,now fuck off.”You growled at him.

Something about the way you told him off completely freaked him out.Most people knew better,especially when they were in his house.He had a habit of sitting on the couch and watching you as you corrected Wheezie’s essays,telling her which words would be better for getting her message across.You would shoot him glares that made his heart beat quicken,making him nervous.Other times he’d see you smile at Wheezie’s progress,his heart beat quickening but for a different reason.As Wheezie put it,he was completely in love with you.He couldnt agree more but didnt want to admit it.He hadnt even talked to you since the first time he saw you.It wasnt until you were packing up your bag and dropped papers that he talked to you again.He had rushed to help you pick them up,handing them to you.

You thanked him quietly,rushing past him.He followed you to the door,working up his courage to talk. “So um...do you have a criminal record?”He asked.You turned,rasing your eyebrows. “Oh,so because im a pogue I have a criminal record?”You asked.He shook his head,mumbling. “No,no not what im saying at all im just trying to make conversation and like….i dont know i just thought it would be a cool question.”He played with his hands,following you outside. “I mean,yeah,I do.I wouldve fuckin gotten away with it too if I was a kook.”You sighed.He laughed nervously,hands shaking a little. “So...what did you do?”He asked.You grinned at the memory. “Vandalism,I used to go around and steal confederate flags and then paint rainbows on their houses.”You answered.He chuckled,nodding.

 “So what did you do with them?The flags,I mean.”he tried to continue the conversation,following you down the driveway. “Burned them.”You answered,turning to look at him again. “Are you gonna follow me home,stalker?”You asked.He blushed,shaking his head. “Um...no,unless you want me too.”He offered.You shook your head,continuing your walk as he just stared at you,jumping up and down,joy washing over him now that he had talked to you without you looking disgusted.He had asked Wheezie to talk to you for him,making her confused. “Talk to her yourself.”She scrolled through her phone.He shook his head. “No,no she hates me I just need you to ask her about like...if shes single,what zodiac sign she likes,what she looks for in a guy.You know what i'm saying?”He asked.She smirked. “You like her!”She exclaimed.He shook his head. “No,im asking for a friend.Please just do this for me,okay?”He asked.She grinned. “So what do I get out of it?I could really go for McDonalds.”She grinned.

“So...what do you think about Zodiac signs?”She asked,writing down some dialogue ideas.You raised your eyebrows. “what?”You asked.She laughed,repeating herself. “Why are you asking?”You asked.She glanced over to Rafe in the living room,the boy twirling his fingers and encouraging her to keep asking questions. “I just think its important that I know.”She mentally face palmed herself. “Ok,Scorpios are superior and Virgos suck ass.”You answered.Rafe’s eyes widened.You had to have known that she was asking for him.You wouldnt have said that if you didnt know he was a virgo. “Ok….what about your ideal first date?”She asked.You laughed,shaking your head. “Keep working on your dialogue.”You told her.

Rafe tried.He really tried so hard.He knew that it was the fact that he was a kook that made you hate him so much.He tried to act more humble,less cocky and tried working on his manners.He went through Wheezie’s instagram followers to find you,cursing when he saw that your account was private. “Wheezie,let me see your phone.”He sighed nervously. “Why?”She asked. “I need to see (Y/N)’s instagram.”He explained,scrolling through your page.You posted pictures of sunsets,your dog and a couple of photos of you holding up peace signs and middle fingers.Your bio made him chuckle. “Fuck the patriarchy and fuck you too.”He went through who you followed,seeing a lot of fanpages and the official Harry Potter account.

That lead him to binge watch the Harry Potter movies,take the sorting hat quiz and order a Slytherin shirt.He purposely wore it when he knew you were coming over,walking into the kitchen.Your eyes fell onto his shirt,laughing. “Oh,of course you’re a slytherin.”You sighed.He grinned. “Wow,thanks.What house are you in?”He asked.He held a long conversation with you as you talked about how much you hate J.K Rowling and how Dobby didnt deserve what happened.He agreed with everything you said,loving the way your eyes lit up.The study session somehow turned into you and Rafe speaking about Draco while Wheezie grinned to herself.

He looked through every single post of yours,every single caption until he learned that you loved horror films.He learned your favorite one,putting it on when you came over.Wheezie didnt even need tutoring anymore,she just liked having you over and you still got payed.You had then become her babysitter because Rafe was deemed to irresponsible and Sarah had a social life. “Dude,are you watching (Y/F/H/M)?”You asked,hearing the dialogue.He nodded,letting you sit next to him to watch it. “I didnt know you liked horror movies.”You sighed,leaning back on the couch.He blushed. “Only this one.”He answered.

It took him three months of talking to you about Harry Potter and horror films for you to stop telling him off,cussing him out and giving him glares.He could feel himself falling for you more,seeing who you were when you werent angry or annoyed.He avoided The Cut,learning that maybe if he let go of his Pogue Beater reputation you’d eventually like him.He tried to be more open,to tell you about himself and have deep conversations with you.He answered your questions honestly,laying his trauma and issues bare and letting you ask questions about the worst sides of his life.He had cried in your arms a couple of times,becoming your friend.He had gotten buried deep in the Friend Zone but he was fine with that,knowing you didnt hate him anymore.You two would hang out all the time outside of babysitting Wheezie,he’d come down to the beach with you to have splash fights.

One night while you were at the beach,the area completely empty besides the two of you as you splashed cold water at eachother.He had pushed you into the water,your clothes,hair and skin becoming soaked.You jumped up,hugging him tight and getting him soaked too.He pulled away,grinning down at you.He didnt know why he thought it was a good idea,leaning down and kissing you.All the three months of feelings spilled out just then,his hands holding your waist tight.You didnt knew what to do,what to think,pulling away. “Um….so you just-what?”You huffed,trying to understand.His bottom lip trembled,his hands shaking. “I just….I dont know.”He mumbled,still holding you.You nodded,finger tracing his jaw. “So you dont know why you did that?”You asked.He looked out at the ocean,biting his lip. “Cause I like you...love you and I just thought….”He mumbled,trying to form words.You rolled your eyes,pulling him into another kiss. “Asshole.”You grinned,running a hand through his hair.

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People, October 28

Cover: Michael Douglas and son Cameron Douglas -- a son’s addiction, a father’s love 

Page 1: Chatter -- Natalie Portman on Britney Spears, Chris Hemsworth, Pharrell Williams, Paul Rudd on Jennifer Aniston, Mariah Carey on Nick Cannon, Sarah Paulson on Julia Roberts 

Page 2: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- Jared Leto loses his head, Elaine from Seinfeld’s apartment is for sale, Billy Porter will play Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother, Simone Biles becomes the most decorated gymnast, Alex Rodriguez makes his runway debut 

Page 4: Contents 

Page 6: Editor’s Letter -- Mental Health: Let’s talk about it 

Page 8: StarTracks -- Royals Around the World -- Princess Kate Middleton 

Page 9: Prince William and Princess Kate in an outfit reminiscent of Princess Diana, Prince William and Frank Lampard, Prince Charles and Pope Francis, Prince Harry and Ed Sheeran 

Page 10: Famous Families -- Rihanna and brother Rorrey Fenty, Tom Cruise and son Connor, Megan Fox and Brian Austin Green and kids Noah and Journey and Bodhi, Cindy Crawford and daughter Kaia Gerber 

Page 11: Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi, Trace Adkins and new wife Victoria Pratt and Blake Shelton, pregnant Anne Hathaway, Lizzo, Jennifer Aniston 

Page 12: Andy and Aijia Grammer expecting baby no. 2 

Page 13: StyleTracks -- ruffles -- Priyanka Chopra Jonas, Dakota Johnson, Susan Kelechi Watson, Jennifer Lopez, Cynthia Erivo 

Page 15: How Liam Hemsworth and Miley Cyrus are moving on with Maddison Brown and Cody Simpson  

Page 16: Kevin Hart still recovering 

Page 19: Heart Monitor -- Jennifer Lawrence and Cooke Maroney ready to wed, Lily Allen and David Harbour dating, Tim McGraw and Faith Hill happy anniversary, Cory Booker and Rosario Dawson going strong 

Page 20: 5 revelations from Elton John’s tell-all, The Bachelor Pete Weber back on-set after accident 

Page 21: Amy Schumer talks life as a new mom 

Page 25: Adam Devine -- how humor saved my life, Joe Giudice deportation update 

Page 26: Stories to Make You Smile 

Page 28: Passages, Why I Care -- Jimmy Carter has been working with Habitat for Humanity for 36 years 

Page 31: Weddings -- Katie Stevens and Paul DiGiovanni 

Page 37: People Picks -- Maleficent: Mistress of Evil 

Page 38: The Lighthouse with Robert Pattinson, One to Watch -- Wrabel 

Page 39: Catherine the Great, Patsy & Loretta 

Page 40: Modern Love, Watchmen 

Page 41: El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie, The Road Home for Christmas, Living with Yourself 

Page 43: Books, Q&A with Adam Rippon 

Page 44: Cover Story -- Michael Douglas and Cameron Douglas -- a family’s journey to hell and back 

Page 53: The Matt Lauer scandal -- shocking new allegations 

Page 56: Elle Fanning and Angelina Jolie -- our magical bond 

Page 58: Robert Blake’s daughter Rose Lenore reveals how growing up in the shadow of an infamous crime shaped her life 

Page 62: Antonio Banderas -- Love, family and second chances 

Page 64: These people attempted suicide and survived 

Page 70: A little dog named Piglet teaches kids a big lesson 

Page 74: Beauty -- Celeb hair changes to try now -- Jennifer Lopez, Jennifer Garner, Zendaya, Gwyneth Paltrow 

Page 87: Second Look -- Keira Knightley 

Page 88: One Last Thing -- Regina King 

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The 2022 Silver Garbage Awards - The Nominees

Better late than never, the nominations were supposed to be announced on Monday, because it was the eve of the Emmy Nominations announcement. However, other obligations and work emergencies prevented the nominations from being done on time.

And now the nominations are complete, better late than never. And Just Like That, the sequel to Sex and the City, leads with the most nominations. The ABC/Hulu immigrant drama Promised Land, is the second most-nominated program.

Here is the complete slate of nominees:

Nominations Announced July 14, 2022Ceremony September 10, 2022

WORST NEW SERIES: And Just Like That (HBO Max)

Good Sam (CBS) The Kardashians (Hulu) Our Kind of People (FOX) Promised Land (ABC)

Welcome to Flatch (FOX)

WORST COMEDY SERIES: And Just Like That (HBO Max) Call Me Kat (Fox) How We Roll (CBS)

Kenan (NBC) Pivoting (FOX) Turner & Hooch (Disney+)

WORST DRAMA SERIES: Astrid and Lilly Save the World (SyFy) The Endgame (NBC)

Good Sam (CBS)

Magnum P.I. (CBS) Our Kind of People (FOX)

Promised Land (ABC)

WORST SPECIAL CLASS PROGRAM: The Dr. Oz Show (Syndicated) The Good Dish (Syndicated) Joe vs. Carole (Peacock) Miracles Across 125th Street (VH1) Pam and Tommy (Hulu)

Single Black Female (Lifetime)

WORST REALITY PROGRAM: Beyond the Edge (CBS) The Celebrity Dating Game (ABC) Chrisley Knows Best (USA) Jersey Shore: Family Vacation (MTV) The Kardashians (Hulu) Tiger King 2 (Netflix)

WORST REMAKE or SPIN-OFF: And Just Like That (HBO Max) - sequel to Sex and the City Franchise The Good Dish (Syndicated) - spin-off of The Dr. Oz Show Head of the Class (HBO Max) - reboot of the 1980s sitcom The Kardashians (Hulu) - sequel to Keeping Up With The Kardashians Promised Land (ABC) - rip-off of Dynasty, Falcon Crest, and The Biblical Tale of The Prodigal Son

Turner & Hooch (Disney+) - reboot of the 1989 buddy action movie

WORST ACTOR IN A COMEDY SERIES: Jeff Garlin (The Goldbergs, ABC) Pete Holmes (How We Roll, CBS) Adhir Kalyan (United States of Al, CBS) Scott Peck (Turner & Hooch, Disney+) Kenan Thompson (Kenan, NBC)

WORST ACTRESS IN A COMEDY SERIES: Mayim Bialik (Call Me Kat, Fox) Hilary Duff (How I Met Your Father, Hulu) Isabella Gomez (Head of the Class, HBO Max) Holly Hunter (Mr. Mayor, NBC) Sarah Jessica Parker (And Just Like That, HBO Max)

WORST ACTOR IN A DRAMA SERIES: Jay Hernandez (Magnum P.I., CBS) Jason Isaacs (Good Sam, CBS) John Ortiz (Promised Land, ABC) Michael Weatherly (Bull, CBS) James Wolk (Ordinary Joe, NBC)

WORST ACTRESS IN A DRAMA SERIES:

Morena Baccarin (The Endgame, NBC) Sophia Bush (Good Sam, CBS) Yaya DaCosta (Our Kind of People, FOX) Bellamy Young (Promised Land, ABC) Zendaya (Euphoria, HBO) 

WORST SPECIAL CLASS ACTOR: Nick Cannon (Miracles Across 125th Street, VH1) Pete Davidson (Miley’s New Year’s Eve Party, NBC) Joe Maldonado-Passage (Tiger King 2, Netflix) John Cameron Mitchell (Joe vs. Carole, Peacock) Dr. Mehmet Oz (The Dr. Oz Show, Syndicated)

WORST SPECIAL CLASS ACTRESS: Miley Cyrus (Miley’s New Year’s Eve Party, NBC) Raven Goodwin (Single Black Female, Lifetime) Kate McKinnon (Joe versus Carole, Peacock) Daphne Oz (The Good Dish, Syndicated) Amber Riley (Single Black Female, Lifetime)

WORST SUPPORTING ACTOR IN A COMEDY SERIES: Mario Cantone (And Just Like That, HBO Max) Niall Cunningham (And Just Like That, HBO Max) David Eigenberg (And Just Like That, HBO Max) Chi McBride (How We Roll, CBS) Sara Ramirez (And Just Like That, HBO Max) Chris Redd (Kenan, NBC)

WORST SUPPORTING ACTRESS IN A COMEDY SERIES: Kristin Davis (And Just Like That, HBO Max) Lyndsy Fonseca (Turner & Hooch, Disney+) Swoosie Kurtz (Call Me Kat, Fox) Cynthia Nixon (And Just Like That, HBO Max) Nicole Ari Parker (And Just Like That, HBO Max) Karen Pittman (And Just Like That, HBO Max)

WORST SUPPORTING ACTOR IN A DRAMA SERIES: Tom Amandes (Promised Land, ABC) Edwin Hodge (Good Sam, CBS) Chris Noth (The Equalizer, CBS) Ingo Rademacher (General Hospital, ABC) Olly Sholotan (Bel-Air, Peacock) Yul Vasquez (Promised Land, ABC)

WORST SUPPORTING ACTRESS IN A DRAMA SERIES: Rachel Bay Jones (The Good Doctor, ABC) Mariel Molino (Promised Land, ABC) Christina Ochoa Lopez (Promised Land, ABC) Cecilia Suarez (Promised Land, ABC) Avery Pohl (General Hospital, ABC) Perdita Weeks (Magnum P.I., CBS)

WORST SPECIAL CLASS SUPPORTING ACTOR: Josh Duhamel (The Thing About Pam, NBC) Rudy Giuliani (The Masked Singer, Fox) Snoop Dogg (Live In Front of A Studio Audience, ABC & Pepsi Super Bowl Halftime Show, NBC) 

Morgan Wallen (Billboard Music Awards, NBC) Dean Winters (Joe vs. Carole, Peacock) Nat Wolff (Joe vs. Carole, Peacock)

WORST SPECIAL CLASS SUPPORTING ACTRESS: Cheryl Hines (I Can Hear Your Voice, Fox) Janet Hubert (Single Black Female, Lifetime) Kiki Layne (Chip n’ Dale: Rescue Rangers, Disney+) Julia McDermott (Women of the Movement, ABC) Taylor Schilling (Pam and Tommy, Hulu) Cobie Smulders (Impeachment: American Crime Story, F/X)

WORST GUEST PERFORMER IN A COMEDY SERIES: James Adomian as Mike Lindell (Jimmy Kimmel Live, ABC) Kim Kardashian (Saturday Night Live, NBC)

Ivan Hernandez (And Just Like That, HBO Max) Chris Noth (And Just Like That, HBO Max) Jon Tenney (And Just Like That, HBO Max)

WORST GUEST PERFORMER IN A DRAMA SERIES: Lisa Edelstein (9-1-1: Lone Star, Fox) Sheila McCarthy (Astrid and Lilly Save the World, SyFy) Dylan McDermott (Law & Order: Organized Crime, NBC) Victoria Rowell (Good Sam, CBS) Marlon Wayans (Bel-Air, Peacock)

WORST WRITING IN A COMEDY SERIES: And Just Like That (HBO Max) Call Me Kat (Fox) How We Roll (CBS) Kenan (NBC) Pivoting (FOX) The United States of Al (CBS)

WORST WRITING IN A DRAMA SERIES: The Endgame (NBC) Fantasy Island (FOX) Good Sam (CBS) Magnum P.I. (CBS) Our Kind of People (FOX) Promised Land (ABC)

WORST SPECIAL CLASS WRITING: Chip n’ Dale: Rescue Rangers (Disney+) Joe vs. Carole (Peacock) Miley’s New Year’s Eve Party (NBC) Pam and Tommy (Hulu) Single Black Female (Lifetime) Tiger King 2 & The Doc Antle Story (Netflix)

WORST DIRECTING IN A COMEDY SERIES: And Just Like That (HBO Max) Call Me Kat (Fox) The Conners (ABC) How We Roll (CBS) Kenan (NBC) Mr. Mayor (NBC)

WORST DIRECTING IN A DRAMA SERIES: Fantasy Island (FOX) Good Sam (CBS) Magnum P.I. (CBS) NCIS: Hawai’i (CBS) Our Kind of People (FOX) Promised Land (ABC)

WORST SPECIAL CLASS DIRECTING: Chip n’ Dale: Rescue Rangers (Disney+) The Housewives of the North Pole (Hallmark) Legends of the Hidden Temple (The CW) Miracles Across 125th Street (VH1) Pam and Tommy (Hulu) Switched Before Birth (Lifetime)

WORST PERFORMANCE BY A CAST: And Just Like That (HBO Max) Fantasy Island (FOX) Good Sam (CBS) Our Kind of People (FOX) Pivoting (FOX) Promised Land (ABC) WORST SCREEN COUPLE: Cynthia Nixon & Sara Ramirez (And Just Like That, HBO Max) Chris Noth & The Peloton (And Just Like That, HBO Max) Avery Kristen Pohl & Nicholas Alexander Chavez (General Hospital, ABC) Pete Davidson & either Miley Cyrus (Miley’s New Year’s Eve Party, NBC) or Kim Kardashian (Saturday Night Live, NBC) Sebastian Stan & Lily James (Pam and Tommy, Hulu) John Ortiz and either Cecilia Suarez or Bellamy Young (Promised Land, ABC) 

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Reasons Jerome is The Joker

So I already made a post like this on why I think Lee is Harley, and now I’m making a post on why I think Jerome is The Joker. I know one of the writers said that Jerome isn’t the Joker, but I honestly think they just say things to throw us off. Too much has happened for them to just turn around and say he isn’t the Joker. They can’t confirm it, and then take it back.. ya’ know what I mean? So anyway here are my reasons on why I think Jerome is in fact the Joker. <3 Normally I would just let this go and see what the show does with his character, but I can’t just sit back when the show keeps saying he isn’t the Joker.. but Cameron, and David, etc. are saying the opposite and all the proof is there.

1. Similarities: 

2. Sarah Essen was murdered by Joker in the Detective Comics #741 at the end of the 'No Man's Land' story arc. (In the show Sarah is murdered by Jerome Valeska.) The only differences are in the comics she is killed by being shot in the head, but in the show she is shot in the stomach. Both deaths occurred in the GCPD Office. 

3. This show doesn’t go by the comics (in the comics Jim was supposed to have an affair with Sarah Essen and then Marry her, Lee is supposed to know Thomas and Martha Wayne and help Alfred raise Bruce, Barbara isn't crazy, etc.) The show does it's own thing. The reason I implied this is because people are probably gonna argue that he isn’t the Joker, simply because Jerome has a little bit of a origin story. But this is Gotham, and as I stated before, they do their own thing. 

4. He's already obsessed with Bruce (This brings me back to number 3)

5. Hints from Cameron, the writers, and some of the cast 

6.  Jerome's full name spells Joker (Jerome Valeska) 

7. The Joker card was in his revival episode 

8. He was called the Joker in his rebirth promo 

9. Danny John Cannon has called him The Joker (Hint: He says it around 5:06-5:08)

10. David Dastmalchian, the same guy that played Joker’s number one thug in The Dark Knight, is the same guy who played Dwight Pollard Jerome’s number one fan. 

11. The Joker always dies with a smile on his face  

12.  Mark Hamill himself loves Cameron's portrayal of Joker 

13.  Both Joker and Jerome are showmen

14. Joker has his own cult, and so does Jerome

Take a close look at the signs.. 

“We are the Joker” is a lot like “We are Jerome”

and “End the G.C.P.D!” reminds me of season two when Bruce goes to find Jerry, and Jim shows up making Jerry yell “G.C.P.D 123!” and the cult going after him.

15. "You will be a curse upon Gotham. Children will wake screaming at the thought of you. Your legacy will be death and madness."

16. Joker is known to be original.. if they make Jerome the “homage” for the Joker then that's still basically making him the inspiration and that would make Joker a copy cat.. which we all know he isn't 

17. Too much has been done.. he’s too similar to the Joker for them to just turn around and say he isn’t the Joker. 

He has the same laugh and smile 

He had his face cut off 

He has the cruel humor 

He’s crazy.. but then again he’s not 

He’s intelligent 

He’s charismatic 

Etc. 

18. He can endure pain (and sometimes enjoys it)

19. "We make a good team you and me"

So these are some of the reasons why I refuse to believe them when they say Jerome isn’t the Joker. It’s a stupid move on their part if they’re serious.. but I think they’re just using wordplay to throw us off.  :) 

[jeremystrele]

Announcing… The Design Files Design Awards FINALISTS!

Announcing… The Design Files Design Awards FINALISTS!

TDF Design Awards

by Lucy Feagins, Editor

Austin Maynard Architects, Empire House. Photo – Derek Swalwell.

LEFT: MRTN Architects,  Dark Light House. Photo – Tatjana Plitt. RIGHT: Hannah Tribe, House In Darlinghurst. Photo – Katherine Lu.

Left: Chelsea Hing, Yarra Valley House. Photo – Sean Fennessy.  Styling – Beck Simon. Right: Doherty Design Studio, Thornton Residence.  Photo – Derek Swalwell.

Left: Withers Group, Portsea Garden.  Photo – Amelia Stanwix. Right: Clapham Landcape Architecture, The Enchanted Garden. Photo – Alex Reinders.

Left: Nick Rennie Studio, Sway Lamp. Photo – courtesy of Nick Rennie. Right: Milligram Studio & One Design Office,  Form. Photo – Nathan Davis.

Left: Cameron Foggo, Bureau Sofa. Photo – Jake Wallace. Right: Fomu Design, Odie Chair. Photo – Sean Fennessy.

  Left: GEORGE, Woven bag series. Photo – Victoria Zschommler. Styling – Nat Turnbull. Right: Variety Hour,  Tourist.  Photo – Rod Pilbeam.

Left: FloweringNOW, Flowering Now 2018. Photo – Cassandra Tzortzoglou. Right: BESS,  Wilflower Trolleys. Photo – Pablo Veiga. Syling – Megan Morton.

Left: Stephanie Somebody,  Real Living – Styling With Fruit. Photo – Lauren Bamford. Right: Rone International,  RONE EMPIRE. Photo – RONE. Styling  – Carly Spooner.

Left: Asobimasu Clay, Kaiketsu Vase.  Photo – Adam Brady. Right: Nicolette Johnson,  Dark Tower. Photo – Nicoleette Johnson.

  Left: Milou Milou,  Luxury Custom Flac Linen Bed Garments. Photo – Lillie Thompson. Styling – Nat Turnbull. Right: Contain Studio & Swear Words,  Milk in Glass.  Photo – Gareth Sobey. Styling – Melinda King.

Left: Tantri Mustika Ceramics, Garnitures. Photo – Melissa Cowan. Right: Studio Edwards,  House 28. Photo – Tony Gorsevski.

Left: Thomas Coward & Artedomus,  New Volumes™.  Photo – Sean Fennessy. Styling – Natalie Turnbull.  Right: Tom Fereday & Earp Bros, OMNI Breeze Block.  Photo – Jason Busch.

Why another awards program? I’m so glad you asked. The Design Files Design Awards isn’t quite like other programs. We wanted to create an awards program to acknowledge the huge variety of design and creativity we champion here on The Design Files – from small scale, handcrafted practices, to creative collaborations, right through to architecture, landscape design and interiors. There’s no hierarchy here – we feel that the people working across all these disciplines each make a uniquely important contribution to pushing creative culture forward in Australia.

Looking at the great variety of architects, designers, and creative practitioners shortlisted below, we feel that this program really does present a succinct snapshot of Australia’s most exciting creative happenings right now!

The photographs you see here are merely a *taste* of the creative projects who’ve been shortlisted in these awards. Not all projects are pictured – yet! Below, is an exhaustive list of all shortlisted entries, and in the coming weeks, we will delve deeper into each category, providing a closer look at the finalists across each discipline.

RESIDENTIAL ARCHITECTURE

This category seeks to award one standout Australian residential architecture Project. Ground-up builds, renovations and additions are all eligible within this category.

Judges: Clare Cousins (Clare Cousins Architects), Graham Burrows (JCB) and Albert Mo (Architects EAT)

The Residential Architecture award is supported by Brickworks.

Archer Office – Camperdown Warehouse Austin Maynard Architects – Empire House Edition Office – Point Lonsdale House Edition Office Hawthorn House Olaver Architecture – House 1602 WOWOWA – II Duomo Hogg&Lamb – B&B Residence Madeleine Blanchfield Architects – Crescent Head House Splinter Society Architecture – Cornerstone House Vokes & Peters – Subiaco House Tribe Studio – House in Darlinghurst Sibling Architecture – Hello Houses MRTN Architects – Dark Light House Partners Hill – Mermaid Multihouse Bligh Graham Architects – Harriet House

INTERIOR DESIGN

This category seeks to award one distinctive Australian residential interior design Project created by an individual or studio.

Judges: David Flack (Flack Studio) Yasmin Ghoniem (Amber Road) and Adriana Hanna (Kennedy Nolan)

The Interior Design award is supported by Miele.

Brammah Interior Design – Ferndale House Chelsea Hing – Yarra Valley House Workroom – Huntingtower Residence Doherty Design Studio – St Kilda Residence Doherty Design Studio – Thornton Residence Matt Woods Design – Perfect Storm Olivia Bossy – Freshwater Dylan Farrell Design – Sydney Contemporary Perch Sarah Cosentino & Felicity Slattery – Portsea Beach House Simone Haag – House Poynton Larritt-Evans – Elwood House Georgina Jeffries – The Victorian Kate Challis Interiors – Gertrude Street Project

LANDSCAPE DESIGN

This category seeks to award one standout Australian Landscape Design project. Residential, public and community gardens are all eligible within this category.

Judges: Paul Bangay (Paul Bangay Garden Design), Rick Eckersley (Eckersley Garden Architecture) and Georgina Reid (The Planthunter)

The Landscape Design award is sponsored by Eco Outdoor.

Alexandra Farrington & Alfalfa Landscape Architecture + Design – East Pilbara Arts Centre Elizabeth Prater – The Sir George Jamie Clapham Landscape Architecture – The Enchanted Garden Kate Seddon Landscape Design – Pavillion Courtyard Lisa Ellis Gardens – The Eastern Terrace Mud Office – New Street, Brighton Mud Office – Waterdale Road Muir & Openwork – Doubleground Rush Wright Associates – Victorian Comprehensive Cancer Council Withers Group – Portsea Garden

LIGHTING DESIGN

This category seeks to award one distinctive Australian lighting design project. Individual products or product ranges developed within Australia, bespoke designs, one-off lighting projects and installations will be considered in this category.

Judges: Christopher Boots (Christopher Boots) and Kate Stokes (Coco Flip).

Anna Charlesworth – 3 x Flower Arcs Apparentt – Esteem Floor Lamp Joslin Koolen – Illuminated Lines Koskela – Ngalya/Together Milligram Studio & One Design Office – Form Nick Rennie – Sway Lamp Ross Gardam – Hemera Desk Lamp Ross Gardam – Nebulae Chandelier Collection Sarah Nedovic – Pieces Zachary Hanna – Trapeze

FURNITURE DESIGN

This category seeks to award one distinctive Australian furniture design project. Individual products and/or product ranges developed within Australia, bespoke pieces, fixed and freestanding furniture designs will be considered in this category.

Judges: Richard Munao (Cult Design and NAU), Adam Goodrum, and Grazia Materia (Grazia & Co).

The Furniture Design award is sponsored by NAU.

Fomu Design – Odie Chair Bern Chandley Furniture – CoCo Armchair Cameron Foggo – Bureau Sofa Daniel Poole – Freshwater Dining Table Dean Norton – Moodlum Softer – Clearer Coffee Table Tom Fereday for King Living – ETO Desk Jardan – Arte Table Range Nick Rennie Studio – Wyrie Table Pop and Scott – The Lou Alto Koskela – Learn Ross Thompson – Gentleman’s Wardobe

TEXTILE DESIGN

This category seeks to award one distinctive Australian textile design project. One-off textile designs, textile collections and textile-based fashion or homewares products will be considered in this category.

Judges: Bonnie Ashley (Bonnie and Neil) and Lisa Gorman (Gorman).

Cassie Byrnes – Tourist Esther Sandler – Togetherness Georgia Cannon – Style Revolutionary Rug Collection Georgina Whigham – Woven Bag Series Julie White & The Ghan – 90th Anniversary Scarf Marta Figueiredo AKA Figgoscope Curates – Prima Familia Totems Natalie Ryan – Meander Designs Belgian Cotton Linen Cushions Rachel Castle – Sweet Pea Bedlinen Range Sophie Matson – Købn Summer Teresa Ceberek for Tsar Carpets – X-Materiality Collection

FLORAL DESIGN

This category seeks to award one outstanding Australian floral design project completed by any practising floral designer, group or organisation. Commercial commissions, including small floral arrangements, larger floral schemes, installations, botanical-based sculptures and art projects will be considered in this category.

Judges: Cherrie Miriklis-Pavlou (Flowers Vasette) and Joost Bakker.

The Floral Design Awards is sponsored by Interflora.

BESS – Wilflower Trolleys Graham Ho Guo Wei – A Study Of Beauty Hattie Molloy – Soil Candy MT – Marigold Motel Meghan Fletcher of Good Grace and Humour – Lotus Leaf Lamp Melanie Stapleton and Katie Marx – Flowering Now Pomp and Splendour – Way Of Flowers

STYLING + ART DIRECTION

This category seeks to award one outstanding Australian styling or art direction project completed by either an individual, group or organisation. A single photograph or photographic series, advertising campaign, editorial project or personal styling project will be considered in this category.

Judges: Glen Proebstel and Megan Morton. 

The Styling & Art Direction Award is sponsored by Cult.

Bridget Wald, Alice Huthinson, Ilona Savcenko – Italian Tabletop Fiona Lynch – Workshop Kelly Larkin – Pepite Lucille Ruehland – Bailey Nelson – Titanium Natalie Turnbull – Milou Milou Poliform Australia – Art, Design, Arflex Simone Haag – Art Of Dining Stephanie Stamatis – Real Living Tyrone ‘Rone’ Wright & Carly Spooner – RONE Empire Zarko ‘Jack’ Milenkovic for theMistr.co – Mistr Organics

HANDCRAFTED

This category seeks to award one outstanding Australian handcrafted project, completed by either an individual, group or organisation. A single handcrafted functional, decorative or wearable item, or a handcrafted product range will be considered in this category. Practitioners of any handcrafted discipline are eligible to enter.

Judges: Louse Olsen (Dinosaur Designs), Maree Clarke and Chloë Powell (Craft Victoria).

The Handcrafted Award is sponsored by Jansz Tasmania.

Alicia Van Rhijn – ‘Small Spaces’ – architectural landscapes Asobimasu Clay – Kaiketsu Vase Interia – Texture Kenny Yong-soo Son – The Teapot Project Lynette Sumner – Subterrane Pods Natalie Rosin – Kirribilli Ceramic Tapestry Nicolette Johnson – Dark Tower Tammy Kanat – Serenity 2019 Tantri Mustika – Garnitures ACV Studios – Fold Vases

SUSTAINABLE DESIGN

This category seeks to award one outstanding Australian sustainable design project, completed by either an individual, group or organisation. Any project which is exemplary of sustainable innovation is eligible, including, but not limited to, architectural projects, industrial design projects, functional products, furniture and lighting.

Judges: Jeremy McLeod (Breathe Architecture, Nightingale Housing) and Abigail Forsyth (KeepCup).

The Sustainable Design award is sponsored by Mercedes me.

Better Packaging co. – comPOST Packs Contain Design Studio – Milk In Glass Candice Choma – Eden Cup Beetbox – BeetBox Glass Lunch Bowl Champ Design – Puzzle Placements NRN Architects – Walkerville POD House Seljak Brand – Closed Up Merino Wool Blanket Carter Williamson – GRID Education Sophie Gandar – Milou Milou Seed & Sprout Co. – Fresh Food Storage Bundle Trias – Three Piece house

EMERGING DESIGNER

This category seeks to award one designer, architect, studio or independent creative, working in any creative discipline, who has launched their own professional practice within the last three years.

Judges: Lucy Feagins (The Design Files), Anne-Maree Sargeant (Authentic Design Alliance) and Henry Wilson (Studio Henry Wilson).

The Emerging Designer Award is supported by Phoenix Tapware.

Alichia Van Rhijn (ceramicist) Apparentt (furniture designers) Edition Office (architects) Elliot & Louise Gorham (furniture designers) Studio Edwards (architects) Tantri Mustika (ceramicist) Zachary Hanna (lighting designer)

COLLABORATION

This category seeks to award one collaborative design project, where two or more separate creative practitioners, businesses or entities have come together to create one collaborative product, product range, installation, built structure or other creative project.

Judges: Ken Done, Jeremy Wortsman (The Jacky Winter Group), and Amanda Henderson (Gloss Creative).

Annie Ming, Dara Shashoua & Louise Bastiras (Tsar Carpets) – X-Materiality Cindy-Lee Davies & Dustin Fritsche – NWAY Dale Hardiman & Tom Skeehan, Friends & Associates – Welcome to Wasteland Julian Kosloff, Kosloff Architecture & Callum Morton, Monash Art Projects – 18 Innovation Walk Revitalisation Project MUIR Architecture & Openwork – Doubleground Paige Anderson, Hayley Sparks & Emma Leonard for KIDS Magazine – The Dreamers Thomas Coward & Artedomus – New Volumes Tom Fereday & Earp Bros – OMNI Breeze Block Travis Dean & Charlie Wilde, Cantilever Interiors & Mark Simpson & Damien Mulvihill, Design Office – Tableau Tyrone “Rone” Wright with Carly Spooner, Loose Leaf, Nick Batterham, Kat Snowden, PHORIA, Lester Francois, The Social Crew & Lily Sullivan – Rone Empire.

Winners will be announced in an awards ceremony at Deakin Edge, Federation Square in Melbourne on Thursday, September 19th 2019.

A huge thankyou to our Judges, who are now undertaking the immense task of selecting just one winner in each category, along with a handful of commendations!  Thanks, too, to our sponsors – Brickworks, Miele, Cult, NAU, Interflora, Mercedes me, Eco Outdoor, Jansz Tasmania and Phoenix Tapware – for throwing their support behind TDF Design Awards 2019!

You can explore photographs of all the shortlisted projects over on the TDF Awards website. And, stay tuned for in-depth coverage of each category shortlist over the coming weeks – starting with a closer look at at the Residential Architecture shortlist next Monday!

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" if you wanted to be a good girl, you had to listen to her" I NEED SARAH CAMERON IN AN APOCALYPSE. SHE'S SO OVERPROTECTIVE DANGEROUS GIRLFRIEND-CODED AND I NEED HER

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would know exactly when you were going to fall, ready to protect you at all costs, and sometimes she knew when you felt too tired, as you toppled down, she'd catch you without a breeze sometimes causing raised eyebrows from pogues. SHE'S THE ONE MOMMA, SHE'S THE ONE. MY DEAR KNIGHT

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would try to make you smile at the weirdest times, while the two of you were running away, she'd try to give you her smile, winking at you while telling you that you were her smart sweet girl. I LOVE YOUR HDC'S WITH MY WHOLE HEART

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would sit you on her lap when you got too silent, and try to coax the words out of you with gentle words, "yeah, what do you need? i've got some beans we can share, yeah?" and you would pucker your lips, tears welling up in your eyes. she's so precious ✨🥰

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would lead you on you gently, with your hand wrapped around her pinkie as you guides you to a safer place. you would have her bandana in your mouth to keep quiet, and she'd make sure you didn't trip because you were too clumsy for your own good. LEADER!SARAH >>>>>>>>

i need a longer one-shot with sarah in a apocalypse actually, bc it was so good to read and lovely

note: so yes i'm having sarah cameron brainrot :))) ESP her being dominant + in an apocalypse au !! please send me requests about her i'm begging :(

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sarah cameron in an apocalypse would lead you on you gently, with your hand wrapped around her pinkie as you guides you to a safer place. you would have her bandana in your mouth to keep quiet, and she'd make sure you didn't trip because you were too clumsy for your own good.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would sit you on her lap when you got too silent, and try to coax the words out of you with gentle words, "yeah, what do you need? i've got some beans we can share, yeah?" and you would pucker your lips, tears welling up in your eyes.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would know how stressful the situation is, and so when you got too sad, she'd try to pop in a dvd, a silly episode of winnie the poo as she held in you in her arms. you would fall a sleep immediately, warm in her strong arms, slobbering all over her sweater.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would try to make you smile at the weirdest times, while the two of you were running away, she'd try to give you her smile, winking at you while telling you that you were her smart sweet girl.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would fold you in her arms so tightly, you'd succumb to sleep in minutes, and if you felt her arms unwrap from you, you would wake up, fear striking your soul that she was gone.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would know exactly when you were going to fall, ready to protect you at all costs, and sometimes she knew when you felt too tired, as you toppled down, she'd catch you without a breeze sometimes causing raised eyebrows from pogues.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would tell you to pucker your lips before kissing you, telling you that you looked prettiest right next to her, relishing the way that you blushed during sunset, the dewy colors matching right next to her girl.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would have sharp knifes tapped to her sides, and sometimes when she didn't pay you attention, you'd wrap your fingers around the weapons, pretending to drop them. she's immediately scold you for your reckless behaviour, and you'd settle a shy smile on your face. you always got what you wanted.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would make you a solid meal, cracking some eggs, and sometimes when it was good some bread and beans, because it was a necessity to have you eat. you'd be sitting in her lap, as bouncing to something on the radio, smiling with a full stomach.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would be the worst when you put yourself in danger, sneaking out to the woods to be a fairy, because you felt whimsical, and you would sob telling her nothing was fun anymore. she'd coo telling you it wasn't safe anymore and if you wanted to be a good girl you had to listen to her.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would tell you about star signs when the two of you were on the run, and you forgot all the dangers of the world staring at her explain things to you, her finger pointed at the sky, and a determined look on her face.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would get overwhelmed sometimes, and she hated when you were near her when it happened, because she needed to take care of you, but instead you would take things into hand, braiding her long hair, and soothing her by holding her hand. she would fall asleep from your soft hands, and wake up with a sleepy look on her face.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would hate it when you kissed her in front of people, hating the PDA of it all, the way that jj would tease her about how soft she was with you, and then she'd give you a secret smile while you gave her a knowing look.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would ramble to you in her sleep, fingers grasping for you, seeking you even she was asleep, and you'd rest your hand on her warm cheek, as you tried to nestle closer to her soft body.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would take care of you no matter what <3