#she still has her relationship with Sarah and Sarah tells her things and to be a better protector then rufus was to her

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Ok but imagine this au joy is the chosen and nina is her osirian

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I’m Sorry (Rafe Cameron)

Description: Rafe didn’t tell the Pogues that Y/N (his wife and their ex best friend) (and JJ’s ex) would be on this trip to get the crown with them.

Word Count: 2,558

Rafe didn’t tell the pogues that his wife, their ex best friend, would be on the boat. JJ and her dated for a while but things didn’t work out and she ended up in the arms of Rafe Cameron.

The pogues disowned her after they found out that she was dating him. She was heartbroken and Rafe put her heart back together. She was with him while he stirred the boat. The others outside the door talking about them.

She knew that they didn’t trust Rafe and they probably didn't trust her. She didn’t blame them but she had hoped that this would make them see that they could trust them, mostly her. “Rafe, Y/N.” John B said the couple’s names.

They both turned to look at the group that was by the door. “Hey guys.” Y/N said but her voice was quiet. She hadn’t talked to them in so long and to hear her name fall from his lips was crazy. “We just want peace.” That would have been simple until JJ decided to punch him.

Y/N felt rage through her body at him doing that. Almost like JJ had always wanted to do that, probably has. “REALLY?” Y/N yelled at him. “I don’t trust him, none of us do. Not sure if we even trust you.” He said. That had hurt her a lot.

She wasn’t the reason their relationship ended, it was him. Rafe fixed her and sure he wasn’t the best guy but it was enough for her. “I’m not the one who fucked you over JJ, you fucked over me.” Y/N said. 

Y/N waited for Rafe to wake up. It was a battle but she convinced them not to tie him up. She had food and pain killers waiting for him. He woke a few hours after the incident and looked around, “Hey babe. I brought you some food and painkillers.” Y/N told him.

He was pissed and wanted them off the boat after that but again Y/N had to convince him not too. “He punched me. Let’s not pretend that this is just about me not being trustworthy.” Rafe said to her as they ate. Y/N raised her eyebrows.

He was probably right. “Yeah well that was 3 years ago, Rafe.” She was over it and was even ready to forgive him but JJ didn’t feel the same. Maybe JJ was still in love with her after all. 

The boat started to rock like crazy causing them to get up and see what was going on. It was a disaster waiting to happen. The boat was crashing into the water and flooding. “Guys what’s going on?” She asked. “The storm.” Kie said. Y/N managed to make her way to where John B was.

JJ and Sarah are also there. It was bad, so bad to the point that Y/N ended up in the water. “Y/N.” JJ yelled and grabbed a raft and threw it in the water. “I’m coming.” He yelled and jumped in the water after her.

Rafe got there just in time to see them get covered by a big wave. He screamed his wife’s name and Sarah managed to hold him back so they didn’t lose more people. 

Rafe was crying and freaking out. The others had hope that they would turn up but Rafe had lost too much. They all felt bad and guilty that they treated them like that and realized that they aren’t bad people. Y/N never was and she might be dead. Sarah couldn’t help but cry.

Maybe it was the guilt or the sadness but she was crying so hard. Rafe was thinking about it so much. His wife was most likely dead and JJ jumped in after her. If they were alive he couldn’t even be mad about it. What if JJ had saved her life but what if she realized that she still loved him?

Rafe was deep in thought that he didn’t realize John B looking out in the distance at two people. “Guys.” Everyone looked over at the two people walking towards them. Rafe jumped up and ran to them. As he got closer he saw his wife and he laughed in relief.

She saw him and ran to him as well until they collapsed on the ground in a hug. Both of them were crying and saying that they love one another. JJ watched as the couple kissed and laughed in relief. He saved her life and though she was thankful, she was not going to leave rafe for him. 

“I saved her life.” JJ tells the others as they all sit around the fire. “And I am thankful for that JJ.” She said to him. He couldn’t meet her eyes, why was it that he thought she would love him all over again now? “Thanks for saving her.” Rafe said to him.

Everyone was shocked by that but also it made sense. Y/N was his wife after all.  Rafe wanted to be mad and yell at him but he couldn’t. She might not be alive if it wasn’t for him. But the thought of JJ and her together sickened him. Rafe wasn’t an idiot and saw right through JJ.

He knew that JJ was hoping for her to love him again and that’s what scared him. What broke him out of his thoughts was her yawning in his arms. “Well, I’m tired. Goodnight guys.” She said. Rafe followed her to where she was sleeping and laid down next to her. He pulled her body right up against his and he felt her snuggle up against him.   

Hearing that Sarah was pregnant actually made Y/N happy. She knew that John B and Sarah would be good parents and she was very excited for them. Rafe and her wanted kids but Rafe was scared. He never wanted to treat his kids the way he was treated.

Sure he loved his dad but it wasn’t a hidden fact that he wasn’t the greatest dad. But Rafe had no reaction to hearing that Sarah was pregnant. Y/N wanted to ask him about it but they really had no time. When Rafe almost got arrested for something the others did, it slipped her mind.

And Rafe had a lot of questions for her when they were walking around. “Did he try anything after saving you?” He asked after buying them clothes. “No. We barely talked.” Which was true. She thanked him and even hugged him but besides that they didn’t talk. “Did he tell you that he was still in love with you?” She looked at him like he had three heads. She shook her head, “No because he isn’t.” Rafe wanted to argue that factor but instead asked another question.

“Do you feel anything for him after that?” “Rafe, what?” She asked. “He saved your life and did something I couldn’t.” She rolled her eyes and huffed. Whether he was going to admit it or not she knew that was his worst fear. “Rafe, I can assure you I don’t love him. I love you.” She tells him.

Before he could respond he notices someone and pulls Y/N with him up against the wall. The people were talking about Groff. They listened and figured that he was close by. 

Rafe didn’t wanna leave her alone so he bought her a four wheeler and told her once he has Groff to speed off with them. She nods and waits for her man as he kicks some ass and gets Groff. Before Groff could say anything to her they drove off. She followed Rafe to wherever it was that he was headed.

She got off the four wheeler and Rafe immediately started to question Groff. Groff didn’t even get to say anything to Y/N with how Rafe was questioning him. Groff didn’t have the money anymore but he had the map to the treasure. Y/N gasped when they started fighting and Rafe took those things from him.

The Pendant was beautiful. Y/N couldn’t wait to wear it but that slipped her mind as Rafe pushed him in the well. “HAHA CHECKMATE BITCH.” Y/N bit her lip, finding that hot but knew it wasn’t the right time. He handed her the pendant and she put it on. “It looks beautiful on you.” He winks at her. She smiled at him and he looked at the map. They had a long way to go. 

“You know it was really hot when you pushed Groff into that well.” She said to him. He looked over at her and smirked, “My wife is a freak.” She laughed at him and shook her head, “Anything you do I find hot, Rafe.” He looked back at the map as they walked.

“Yeah well I would love to fuck you right now after hearing that but we gotta get our money first.” She sighed. It was truly unfortunate that they couldn’t. “Give me the pendant.” He says and she takes it off and hands it to him.

He tries to read the map with it but gets frustrated. “Here.” She said and took the necklace from him. She used to do this treasure hunting stuff with the pogues all the time. He smiled as he watched her figure it out. 

Rafe, who had the map in his hand, held up his hands as they were held at gunpoint. Y/N also held up her hands and looked at her husband, nervously. “Let her go she has nothing to do with this.” Rafe tries but they don’t care. “Drop the map.” Rafe nods and announces that he’s doing it slowly.

Y/N couldn’t look anywhere but her husband, missing her old friends ready to shoot the guys holding them hostage. It was in a flash of a second that Sarah shot at them and Rafe took Y/N’s hand and they ran. The pogues followed them. Rafe picked Y/N up and ran faster. She told him to wait as she saw the pogues but he didn’t listen until they barged through the door. “Next time we’ll let you get shot.” Kie tells him but Y/N thanks her. He sets Y/N down but still has the map. “Groff didn’t have the money.” She says to the others.

“Hand over the map.” Y/N looks at Rafe knowing he wouldn’t go down without a fight. “Rafe, baby give them it. They know what they are doing.” He looks at her, “You also know.” While that was true this was their fight now. “Dad would want us to work together.” Rafe was about to break. He believed that Sarah killed him. Y/N didn’t. “Rafe, they are willing to work together.” Y/N tries but he yells at Sarah saying that he couldn’t trust her because of Ward. “Dad died saving me. I was gonna die.” Y/N felt tears in her own eyes. “You’re so quick to blame me for everything.” That was true. “You’re gonna leave me just like everyone else in my life has besides Y/N. She’s the only one keeping me going. You’ll ruin that. He’s trying to ruin that.” Rafe pointed at JJ.

JJ stayed silent as Sarah talked to him, “I’m all you have.” “Baby look at me. She’s telling the truth. I know them baby, they aren’t bad people. Nothing will ever come between us.” Her heart broke at the sight of him crying. “We’ll still get our cut?” Rafe asked Sarah. “Yes.” He goes to hand her the map but she pushes it away and she hugs him. Y/n smiled at the sight and rubbed his back as he tried to hold back tears. 

“Hun, I’m going down there to stop them.” “No.” “Rafe, they are killers.” Kie said to him. He looks at the two of them. “I’m a killer too.” He says and if he said that at any other point, she would have been so turned on but right now they were on a mission. Kie and Y/N couldn’t really see JJ but kept telling him to hurry up. He was trying but he was going to find it no matter what.

Y/N kept looking behind her hoping to see Rafe but she couldn’t. She couldn’t lose him and this was making her think she would. “JJ we have to go.” Kie yelled at him. He was reaching into the eye of the sand statue and it looked like he pulled something out but she couldn’t be so sure.

The sand was everywhere. She heard yelling and cheering from him and smiled to herself. He got the crown. A few minutes later he showed them the crown and they all hugged. It was a nice feeling, one that she missed. They ran down to get the others and Y/N’s mind was on her husband. She had to make sure he was okay.

She yelled his name as she looked for him but gasped as she saw Groff. She hid so he couldn’t see her and he grabbed Kie. Y/N had to cover her mouth. She was hoping that he wouldn’t hurt her but of course he was willing to trade her for the crown. They were so close.

Y/N watched as the trade was made and sighed in relief. She was glad her friends were okay. Sure she wanted the money back but their lives were and always will be more important. She turned to go find Rafe but heard Kie gasping. Y/N turned around and her eyes widened, her heart dropped and her soul left her body. Groff had stabbed JJ.

She didn’t care anymore and ran over to him as Groff ran off. She thought about chasing him but didn’t want to get killed. “JJ.” She cried and he looked at her. For once since they reunited he looked at her and he didn’t look mad. Kie and her helped him to the ground.

“You’re gonna be okay. We will get you out of here.” Kie said. JJ gave them a smile, “It’s okay.” “JJ we can get you help.” Y/N tells him. He looks over at her, “Y/N I’m sorry that I messed up with you and never gave you what you deserved.” “JJ I don’t care about that stuff.” He could barely get out words but he had to tell her, “Kie I never told you my wish.” Kie was crying.

“JJ it’s okay…” “I have everything I could ever wish for right now.” He holds both of their hands. “My best friend.” He looks at Kie. “And the woman I’ll always love.” He looks at Y/N. Y/N starts crying harder. “I love you both.”  He said and his grip on their hands weakened. He was dead.

The others started showing up and everyone was crying. Rafe showed up and saw Y/N put JJ’s hand in his lap. He couldn’t even feel relief about this, nothing about it was. He wasn’t jealous or mad cuz for once he knew that she was his and that no matter what they were together.

He got on the ground with her. “Hey.” He said and she collapsed in his lap crying for her friend. “It’s okay baby. I understand and I promise you we will avenge him.” He whispered to her. One thing she learned about being married to Rafe Cameron was that he kept his word. Especially on Revenge. 

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One of me is cute, but two though?

Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.7k (not proofread)

Warnings: NSFW (18+ ONLY) age gap, swearing, fluff, established relationship, poorly written explicit smut, p in v, the slightest bit somnophilia, breeding kink, cockwarming?, female anatomy, male anatomy, unsafe sex, (let me know if I missed anything) MDNI 18+

Notes: pls be gentle with me this is my first time writing smut like this and Im so inexperienced it’s not funny. Enjoy the Sarah Paulson meme I put in there. Also I’ve been blown away by the love my work has recent gotten and I truly appreciate it. Anyways enjoy <3

Gif cred: @xxdrixx

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You don’t exactly remember how you and Dr. Robinavitch got together. It started out with stolen glances and innocent touches at work and a kiss outside your apartment when he walked you home one night.

Today was busy and you were ready to go home. Except it wasn’t even noon yet.

You sit down at a computer with a huff. Your feet silently thanking you for a break. The sounds of the ED ringing in your ears as you try to focus on the screen in front of you. Your leg begins to bounce out of habit and your eyes look around the busy hospital.

Santos takes a seat at the computer across from you. She gives you a small smile. You return the gesture before your eyes look back at the computer and stare at the time. All you wanted to do was go back to Robby’s apartment and cuddle on the couch with your sweats on. With how this day was going the dream of your Friday night plans were beginning to fade away. Is an easy day so hard to ask for?

Collins catches your eye as she tries to soothe a crying baby. Robby tells her something before she carefully hands the child to him. Your eyes immediately gravitate seeing your boyfriend gently rocking the fussy infant. You perk up, now sitting up straight. If this wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen you don’t know what was. The two of you haven’t brought up the conversation of kids just yet.

You knew he was getting older and while you were still young, you weren’t sure of motherhood just yet. You’ve seen the horrors and heartbreak of childbirth in this hospital but you’ve also seen the light it brought to people. When the tears of pain turn into tears of joy. You’ve always imagined having a family but you never had a timeline. That was until you saw your man holding a baby right then.

You feel yourself grow hot and your pulse quickens. Suddenly, images of a future as a family with him flash through your mind. Being pregnant with Robby by your side, gently rocking your child to sleep, getting them ready school in the morning. You want it. All of it. God you wanted to climb like a tree right here.

The attending can feel someone’s eyes on him. His eyes search the room before they land on yours. His gently shushing comes to a stop. He gives you a confused look, not able to read your expression. Your lustful eyes soften as your face flushes from enamorment. You love him. You shake your head silently telling him it’s nothing.

He gives you a smile that says ‘I love you’ but a look that says you’ll be talking later. He continues to softly shush the infant in his arms before going to find the mother.

You don’t hear Collins approach the desk. She follows your gaze and lets out a laugh, “You okay there, Doc?”

Santos doesn’t look up from her computer, “She’s been like this for 5 minutes. Making bedroom eyes at Dr. Robby.”

“I think my body just had a physical reaction.” you joke.

Santos grimaced, “I don’t need to know about that. You keep that to yourself.” Collins lets out a snort as you scoff.

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You let out a yelp as a hand pulls you into an unused room. The person pulls you into them. Out of reflex you start resisting. Which ends up to be you sadly hitting their chest.

“It’s just me– stop hitting me. Hey!” Robby grabs your hands, stopping you from hitting him more.

Your eyes widen in shock, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Surprised turns to annoyance. You glare at him, “Why didn’t you just leave me a note like you normally do?”

He lets go of your hands and lets out a laugh. You try to fight turning your scowl into a stupid grin at his laugh.

His hands slither around your waist, pulling you flushed against him, “Is it so wrong for me to want a spontaneous moment alone with my beautiful girlfriend.” You roll your eyes as your hands reach up to rest on his chest.

He leans down and his lips meet yours for a gentle kiss.

He slowly pulls away after a few seconds, “We really need to get you trained on self defense because whatever that was earlier– was sad.”

You hit him again.

“Ow!”

You shut him up with a quick kiss, “Don’t be a wimp. I didn’t hit you that hard.” He grins.

His thumb sneaks under your scrub top and grazes the bare skin. Subconsciously, you feel your body shiver at his cold touch and lean into him closer. He smirks down at you. “What was with that look you gave me earlier?”

Your eyes look up at him with innocence, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

A pinch causes your hips to jerk. His fingers caress the area. You sigh and nervously play with his stethoscope around his neck. “It’s dumb.” You mumble.

He gives you a displeased look, “Trust me it’s not.”

You purse your lips and can feel your heart beating faster, “When you were holding that baby,” the image pops into your mind, “It made me realize I want that with you. Like really, really badly.”

Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow at you, not expecting that.

His face softens, “You want a baby with me?”

You nod.

“I want a family with you too.”

Your hands reach up and pull him down for a searing kiss. He kisses you back immediately.

The two of you slowly pull away to catch your breath.

Robby placed a kiss on your forehead, “I love you.”

Your face turns red at the thought of earlier. You laugh and hide your face in his chest. “Michael, I wanted to fuck you right then and there. It was so embarrassing.”

His laugh rumbles his chest. “So that’s what that look was.”

Your groan comes out muffled from his chest.

“Well, how about tonight when we get home,” his thumbs start tracing your skin again, “We can work on that. Plus, you’re ovulating…”

You pull away with a scoff, slightly amazed. “How the hell do you even know that?”

He shrugs, giving you a sheepish grin, “It’s the doctor in me…and the boyfriend in me.”

A knock interrupts you two. Dana’s voice rings out, “Robby! We got a teen. Respiratory arrest. ETA 2 minutes.”

You both pull away from each other. Robby runs his hands down his face before they drop to his side. He sighs.

You lift your hand to his cheek and bring his face to yours.You press a kiss to his other cheek. “I love you.”

He gives your hand a squeeze before walking out to prepare for the coming case. You pull out your phone for a minute, not wanting to make it obvious you were in the room with your attending alone.

You walk out of the room, mentally trying to prepare yourself for what’s to come for the rest of the shift. A body waiting outside the door scares you. Dana.

You greet her with a shy smile, “Hi, Dana.”

The charge nurse gives you a knowing smirk, “Hi, kid.”

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Robby waits outside the hospital by the bike rack with one AirPod in. He focuses on McVie’s bass while ‘The Chain’ plays in his ear, blocking out the thoughts of his shift. His eyes follow the headlights of the cars passing the building.

You see Robby standing with his hands in his sweatshirt pockets. As if he could feel you coming, he looks up to meet your tired eyes. He greets you with a faint smile.

“Sorry, Collins stopped me on my way out about one of my patients.”

You didn’t want to tell him that the actual conversation was. It was just Collins leaning into you in passing with a “I hope it sticks tonight” ,a cheeky grin, and thumbs up for luck. All while you gaped at her.

You reach for his hand as you begin the walk to his place. Like most days when you and Robby share the same shift, the two of you walk to his apartment in comfortable silence. Robby normally listened to music to clear his head as you paid attention to the night life of the city.

Robby opens the door to his apartment and walks in after you. After dropping your bag at the table, you walk over to the door and take off your shoes. Out of the corner of your eye you see Robby walking over to you with a smolder.

He goes to reach for you but your hand stops him, “We are not doing anything until I am out of these scrubs and we have food in our stomachs because I know you didn’t eat anything today but a granola bar.”

Robby sighs in disappointment and you let out a snicker. He opens the fridge and pulls out leftovers as you grab two plates out of the cabinet.

The two of you eat while sharing conversations about positive things about your shifts. He brings up working with Whittaker as you share how your cases with Santos went well.

After you both finish, Robby picks up both of your plates as you start putting away the food you didn’t eat, “Do you mind if I take a quick shower?”

You wave him off and he gives you a quick peck on the lips before you start working on the dishes. After a bit, the kitchen is now clean. It had been a mess since this morning when the two of you left in a rush for work. You finish washing your hands before throwing the paper towel in the trash. The water had stopped a while ago and figured Robby had gotten ready for bed.

You make your way to the bedroom and find Robby sitting against the headboard in his boxers with a book in his hands. He glances up at you, his readers resting on his nose,“Thank you for cleaning, honey.”

He reaches his arm out to you. Walking over, you lean down and give him a quick kiss. “I’m going to shower. I’ll be quick.”

You come out of the bathroom feeling refreshed, wearing Robby’s bathrobe and some spare panties you had in the apartment. Rummaging through his dresser for a shirt, you feel Robby’s eyes on you. You laugh, “Stop looking at me like a teenage boy.”

“I can’t help it.” You glance down at the bulge growing in his boxers.

He motions you over and you immediately follow. You climb over him with ease, now straddling him. He notices your dilated pupils and how your breathing deepens. His calloused fingers trail from your thighs up to your hips.

Your eyes move from his eyes to his lips once more before leaning down and capturing his lips with yours. He kisses you back feverishly.

His fingers quickly untie the robe. He slips it off you and tosses it across the room. You let out a whimper as his hands immediately grasp at your breasts. Your kiss gets interrupted by your phone ringing from the other room.

You shake your head, “Ignore it.”

He leaves kisses down your neck. His teeth scraping, leaving you out of breath. You subconsciously begin to grind your hips. He lets out a groan before gently biting down on your pulse point.

His fingers push aside your panties. “Fuck,” He choked a groan feeling how wet you were.

You let out a whimper as his fingers collected your wetness. His thumb gently brushes against your clit. You fall into him with a gasp.

Your ringtone interrupts you again. You pull away with a sigh.

Robby’s hands rest on your hips. “Go get it. It could be important. Besides, I’m not going anywhere. ” you nod before he gives your hips a squeeze as you get off him.

You quickly grab an old junky shirt from his dresser. Your footsteps pad against the hardwood to the kitchen and you pick up your phone. You see two missed calls and a message from your mom. Call me.

What you thought was an important call ended up being 15 minutes of your mom trying to catch up and you repeating you would call her tomorrow. The ‘call me’ was just to tell you that she and dad got a new dog. You wanted to slam your head against the wall.

You come back into the bedroom with a snort, ready to tell your boyfriend what happened. You stop to find him asleep leaning against the headboard with his mouth slightly open. Soft snores fill the room. You let out a quiet laugh.

You turn the light off by his bedside and carefully take off his reading glasses before crawling into bed with him. You aimlessly scroll on your phone, looking at social media.

You don’t feel him shift, his head finally sinking into his pillow, “I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

You roll onto your side and face him.

“For being tired after a long shift?”

He grumbles and you snuggle into him with your head laying on his bare chest. “It’s okay, I’m tired too,” you reassure him while stifling a yawn. He lays a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You both fall asleep within minutes.

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When you woke up in the morning you were expecting it to be the smell of coffee and not your boyfriend copping a feel. Your eyes flutter open to see Robby’s fingers carefully massaging your breasts under your shirt, gently pinching your nipples. All while pressing kisses down your neck.

His hardened cock rubs against you. You let out a tired laugh before turning to face him, “Well, good morning to you.”

He gives you a boyish grin. He watches as you climb on top of him. In the same position as last night. “Good morning, hon.”

Your fingers graze his bulge before giving it a squeeze, “You weren’t joking about trying for a baby right away.”

Robby shakes his head while biting his lip trying not to moan. Noticing the damp spot on your panties, his rough fingers brush against your clothed clit, “Not wasting any time.”

You let out a whimper. “P-Perfect.”

He slides your panties down and you awkwardly take them off before he takes his boxers off. His cock springs against his stomach. You lower your hips. Robby grips your hips once more and you gently begin to move. Your slickness now coating his thick member as your pussy slowly rubs up and down. Your hand covers your mouth as you let out a muffled moan when your clit brushes against his tip.

Robby throws his head back, “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, “if you keep this up. I-I can’t cum in you.”

You nod. You don’t think you can form a sentence right now. Your body was on fire. Your hips lift as Robby guides himself to your entrance. You let out a whine at the same time Robby lets out a breathy moan as you slowly sink down on him. Every inch stretching you as if it’s your first time together again.

You slowly begin to move your hips up and down as you ride him. After a few seconds you feel yourself grow tired and slow down. Robby lets out a chuckle.

“Don’t laugh. I’m doing all the work, old man.” His fingers find your clit and gives it a soft pinch. You let out a shaky gasp. “Don’t be mean.” You warn.

Your hands scratch at his chest as his hips begin to thrust up meeting yours. The sounds coming from his mouth edge you closer to finishing.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Robby warns with a grunt. His hooded eyes staring at your blissful face. His thumb rubs small circles on your clit.

“Oh fuck, Michael- baby,” you whine as he speeds up his thumb motion.

After a few more thrusts, Robby cums inside you with a guttural moan. Your release follows shortly after, loudly moaning as you feel him cum. Your hips continue to grind, riding out your bliss.

Suddenly, you feel heavy as your orgasm bliss wears off. Your muscles screaming at you. Panting, you tiredly slump on top of Robby. He gently rubs your back still inside you. The two of you even your breathing.

You lay in comfortable silence as you listen to his heartbeat. Robby draws shapes on your back. The sun peaks through a crevice of the blackout curtains.

“I feel good about that one,” you joke, “Having two of me will be a handful for you.”

Getting a second wind, Robby flips you both over. Now smirking down at you on your back, “We should keep trying…just to be safe.”

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crawling back to you II leah williamson x reader

warnings: toxic, hidden relationship, jealousy, angst

summary: After hiding their relationship for years because Leah was still in the closet, they eventually broke up. Yet, they always found their way back into each others lives.

wc: 1,3k I based on this request

"it´s been two years, Leah. Why are you still referring to me as your best friend and roommate to your teammates? You didn´t even tell Keira about me?! She's your best friend!" I yelled at Leah, more out of frustration than anger. I'm so tired of hiding this relationship, of hiding myself behind the 'best friend´ label.

leah being in the cloest was never a problem for me - for us. But since rumours about her dating her male best friend were a thing it as hard to keep everything private. Growing up in milton keynes it was hard to be openly gay.

"Y/n you know its hard for me to tell everyone we are dating. We both know how they reacted after Keira came out to them. She still suffers from it and i dont wanna experience it please undertstand that." leah tries to explain her situation to me and i wish i could understand her the way i want to. But im too hurt.

"I should understand you? Have you ever tried to understand me? I can't do this anymore, Leah. You deserve someone who can handle this - but I can't. I'm sorry, Lee. It's for the best if we break up."

I say the words with tears in my eyes, my voice barely holding steady. It's a hard decision, but itt's one I have to make.

Being with Leah from the time I was 14 to now, at 17, has meant everything to me. I'm so grateful for the past three years, but I just can't do this anymore.

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"Y/N, I BOUGHT US TICKETS FOR THE NEXT GAME AT JOIE STADIUM!"

My girlfriend's excited voice echoes through our shared apartment. It's been seven months since I moved to Manchester and three months since we started living together.

"I'm already excited!" I shout back while checking who City's opponent is. Of course - it's Arsenal.

It feels strange to be thinking about football again, especially after breaking up with Leah almost a year ago. But maybe she's not even playing anymore.

Little did I know, she's been captaining the squad for the past year.

Our seats are incredible, giving us a perfect view of the pitch. As the teams walk out, my eyes immediately land on the captain's armband wrapped around Leah's arm. A strange sense of pride swells in my chest. Playing for the Gunners - leading them - had been her dream since she joined the club so many years ago. Seeing her live that dream now brings an unshakable smile to my face.

My thoughts are interrupted when my girlfriend starts chanting loudly, her passion for the game contagious. For a moment, I forget my ex is even on the pitch.

I never told Sarah about my past with a certain blonde Arsenal player.

I could feel Leah's eyes on me the entire game.

A part of me wanted to tease her, so every time she came over to take a corner, I laughed extra loud at whatever Sarah said or kissed her deeply-just to make a point.

I wanted her to see what it felt like to be in a relationship that didn't have to be hidden. To know how beautiful it is to be loved loudly and openly.

Later that evening, my phone buzzed.

leahwilliamson wants to send you a message. My heart started racing. My eyes widened as I read her message.

'Cute little show you put on earlier today.'

I had no idea how to respond to that, so I just sent back a few question marks. It didn't take long for her to reply.

'The way you laughed extra loud at whatever that girl said. The way you kissed her while checking to see if I was watching. I don't care, Y/N' . My blood starts to boil.

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"Y/N!!"

I snap out of my thoughts as my coworker calls my name. I hurry over to the counter, my eyes widening.

'Can you serve them? I need to make a quick call.'

I manage a nod, but then I notice here - Leah. Sitting in my cafe. With another girl.

I take a deep breath, forcing a polite smile. "Hey, what can I get for you?" I ask, keeping my tone professional.

Leah smirks. "ll have a matcha latte. And what about you, babe-?" She turns to the girl beside her. "A flat white, please. Thank you" the girl says with a warm smile.

I already don't like her.

"Give me one second"

I know exactly why Leah is here - to get under my skin. And it's working. But beneath the teasing, beneath the smug attitude, it just hurts.

Seeing her be so open, so affectionate with someone else. calling her pet names, touching her without hesitation - it stings in a way I can't ignore.

Whenever we were out together, she barely even said my name, let alone held my hand. Now, she's making sure I see how different things are.

Every time I glance at their table, Leah is already looking at me, eyes filled with something I can't quite place. But I do notice how touchy she is, how overly flirty she's being.

And it makes my blood boil. I text her 'now we are even'. Her eyes darkened as she read the message.

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The club was alive with loud music, the clink of glasses, and the smell of sweaty bodies. It was my best friend's 25th birthday, and we decided to celebrate it in our hometown, London. I was also hoping it would serve as a distraction from my recent breakup. After two years of dating Sarah, she ended things last weekend because I couldn't bring myself to tell her I loved her. It's not that I didn't care about her or that I wasn't in love, but things felt different. The only woman I will ever truly love is Leah. Forever.

Suddenly, someone bumped into me, spilling their drink all over my shirt. "Oh god, I'm sorry!" They said as I looked up, meeting their eyes. It was Leah. Who else could it be?

"I didn't know you were here" she said, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, it's Anna's birthday today, and I thought Id come back to London for the occasion" I replied. "What about you?"

Leah seemed taken aback by how easily I kept the conversation going. "Actually, we won the league today. It was the last game of the season against Aston Villa, and we won."

The conversation flowed naturally, and then, unexpectedly, she asked THE question.

"So, is your girlfriend here?" she asked.

"No,†I said "we are not together anymore." "Oh, really? Im sorry to hear that. Funny enough, my girlfriend broke up with me two weeks ago" she replied, a look of surprise crossing her face. I was stunned, my eyes widening in disbelief. The tension between us shifted, and an unfamiliar but unmistakable feeling of missing her washed over me.

After that, we kept texting and even FaceTimed a few times. The vibe was strange but oddly familiar, as though we had never stopped talking, despite having broken up over 3.5 years ago. Nothing had really changed.

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"Happy one year, baby!" Leah greeted me with breakfast in bed and the most beautiful bouquet of red roses. I couldn't have been happier with her by my side.

Even though she had a game on our anniversary , it didn't make the day any less special. I cheered her on from the 'Friends and Family' section, proudly wearing her name on the back of my Arsenal jersey. When she scored the winning goal, she celebrated by making a special gesture just for me.

Right person, right time.

[classyhoeeee]

Betrayal:: Rafe cameron

WARNING! :: kissing, enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, teasing, enemies to lovers, drinking! Enemy!rafe. Pogue!Reader, Ex Pope Heyward x Reader

SUMMARY! :: A pogue is currently in a relationship with Pope Heyward. However, she discovers that not only has Pope been cheating on her with Cleo, but also…John B knew. Her supposed best friend. Despite their pleas, she leaves the pogues. She’s heartbroken. Along the way…she bumps into an old enemy. Rafe Cameron.

A/N:: First post! Hope you enjoyyy!

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The Breaking Point

The Chateau was quiet, but the air was thick with tension, like a storm waiting to break. Lantern light flickered across the room, casting long shadows over the faces of the Pogues—John B, JJ, Kiara, Sarah, Cleo, and Pope—all standing in a loose circle. None of them could meet her eyes.

Y/N stood at the center, her fists trembling, tears streaming down her face. She felt stripped bare, exposed in a way that made her want to scream.

She broke the silence first, her voice low and shaky, but sharp enough to cut.

“How long?”

No one answered.

Her chest tightened as the silence stretched, her voice rising, louder, rawer. “How long did y’all know?”

John B shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. “Y/N, come on, it’s not—”

“Don’t you dare.” She cut him off with a snap, her voice trembling, her tears threatening to spill faster. “Don’t you dare try to defend this, John B!”

Her voice cracked, and for a moment, the room was deadly still. Her gaze landed on Pope—her boyfriend, the person she had trusted the most.

“You.” Her voice wavered, but she didn’t look away. “I need to hear it from you. Say it.”

Pope opened his mouth, his shoulders slumping under the weight of her glare.

“…It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” he said, his voice so quiet she almost didn’t catch it.

She flinched, like his words had physically struck her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.

“You were my boyfriend, Pope,” she said, her voice breaking as tears spilled freely down her cheeks. “I trusted you. I fought for you when nobody else would, and you—” She choked on the words, unable to finish.

Kiara stepped forward, her hands up like she was trying to calm a fire. “Y/N, it’s not black and white, okay? People mess up. Pope—he messed up, but you can’t—”

“You’re defending him?” Y/N shot back, her voice dripping with disbelief.

Kiara faltered, guilt flickering in her eyes. “I’m not—”

“Don’t lie to me, Kiara!” Y/N’s voice rose, fueled by a mix of rage and heartbreak. “Y’all watched me break apart for weeks. Weeks. And not one of y’all said a damn thing!”

JJ, leaning against the wall, sighed heavily before finally speaking, his voice low and full of frustration. “What do you want us to say, Y/N? That we screwed up? Fine, we screwed up. You’re right. But storming out? That’s not gonna fix anything.”

Her head snapped toward him, anger flaring. “You think this is about fixing it, JJ?!” Her voice shook. “You let me stand there, looking stupid, while y’all knew! What kind of family does that?”

Silence hung heavy in the air, but Cleo finally stepped forward, her voice soft. “I wanted to tell you, Y/N,” she said, her tone careful. “But Pope—he needed to do it himself. I thought…” She trailed off, swallowing hard. “I thought he would.”

“Well, he didn’t! Okay?! So fuck you for pretending to be my friend and sleeping with my boyfriend.” Y/N’s words were cold, flat, like all the emotion was draining out of her.

Her eyes flicked to Sarah, who had stayed silent through the entire argument. “And you,” Y/N said, her voice quieter now, but no less sharp. “You know what it’s like to be betrayed, Sarah. So what’s your excuse?”

Sarah looked up, her lip trembling. “I thought I was helping. I thought if we gave him time—”

“No.” Y/N shook her head, cutting her off. “You don’t get to talk about time. You don’t get to sit here and act like you don’t know exactly how this feels.”

Her voice broke completely, her body trembling as she turned back to Pope. He looked wrecked, but she didn’t care.

“You stole time from me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper now. “You stole it from us. Do you even get that? I loved you, Pope. I—” Her voice cracked, and she had to close her eyes to keep herself together. “I loved you.”

Pope stepped forward, desperation written across his face. “Y/N, please—”

She backed away quickly, shaking her head. “Don’t. Just—don’t.”

Grabbing her bag off the floor, she turned to leave, but John B stepped forward, his voice desperate.

“Y/N, don’t do this. We’re still your family.”

She froze, laughing bitterly through her tears as she looked at him. “Family?” she echoed, her voice raw. “Family wouldn’t do this. Y’all knew, and none of y’all said a word.”

She glanced around the room, staring each of them down one by one. “I don’t have a family anymore.”

JJ stepped forward, his tone sharp, defensive. “That’s not fair—”

“Fair?” She whirled on him, her voice filled with raw pain. “Nothing about this is fair, JJ. You knew he was cheating on me and you were quiet about it. So be that. Quiet.”

Without another word, she stormed toward the door, pausing only once to glance back at Pope. He looked like he was breaking apart, but it didn’t matter. She was done.

“I hope she was worth it,” she said softly, before slamming the door behind her.

——

A Rare Truce

The rain started as a drizzle, soft and barely noticeable against her skin as she walked, the gravel crunching beneath her boots. Y/N pulled her jacket tighter, her arms crossed against the wind. She didn’t know where she was going. Maybe nowhere. Maybe just far enough that the anger and heartbreak would feel less raw.

But the ache in her chest wasn’t budging. And the tears? They wouldn’t stop.

The sound of a truck engine pulling up behind her broke the quiet. Headlights illuminated the road ahead, making her freeze. She turned slowly, already annoyed, already defensive.

The truck rolled to a stop, and the door slammed shut.

Rafe Cameron.

Of course. The devil himself, stepping out of his lifted truck like he owned the entire Outer Banks. Even in the faint glow of the headlights, she could tell he looked like hell. His hair was disheveled, his sharp blue eyes shadowed by dark circles, and his clothes rumpled like he hadn’t even bothered to get out of bed this morning.

And yet, he still had that damn smirk. That cocky, infuriating smirk she wanted to slap right off his face.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

Rafe raised a brow, the faint glow of his cigarette casting flickers of light against his sharp features. “Look who finally left Poguelandia,” he drawled, the mockery dripping from his voice.

She glared, instantly on edge. “What the hell do you want, Rafe?”

He ignored her question, stepping closer with a lazy, calculated confidence that made her tense. “Didn’t think I’d see you crying over them. Thought you Pogues were all about loyalty.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t know shit about loyalty.”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head, taking another step. “At least I don’t let the people closest to me walk all over me.”

That hit harder than she wanted to admit. Her lips tightened, her fists clenching at her sides.

“Why are you even here?” she shot back, her voice sharp. “Go bother someone who gives a damn.”

He smirked, a dark chuckle escaping as he took another drag of his cigarette before flicking it onto the wet gravel. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not here to throw you in the trunk.”

Y/N raised a brow, unamused. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Rafe shrugged, his hands sliding into the pockets of his jacket. “Scout’s honor,” he said mockingly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Her fists clenched tighter. “Turn around and leave, Rafe.”

“Why?” His smirk widened. “You scared?”

Her jaw tightened as the rain started to pick up, droplets glistening on her cheeks. “You wanna try me?”

But he noticed the way her shoulders tensed, the way her gaze darted toward the empty road behind him, like she was calculating how fast she’d have to run to get away. And something about her unease made his smirk soften—just slightly.

“What?” he asked, his voice dropping. “Pope finally ditch you for someone better?”

Her entire body went rigid, and Rafe didn’t miss the way her expression faltered, just for a second.

“Huh,” he said, stepping closer. “So that’s it.”

She squared her shoulders, her chin high despite the storm brewing inside her. “Don’t pretend you care, Rafe.”

“I don’t, I don’t give a fuck at all actually.” he said simply, shrugging like it was nothing. “But it’s weird seeing you like this.” He motioned toward her face, his voice quieter now. “All… fucked up…broken.”

Her glare intensified, but her lip trembled despite her best effort to keep it still. “I’m not broken.”

He smirked again, but it wasn’t as sharp this time. “No? You look like you’ve been crying for hours.”

Y/N swallowed hard, forcing herself to hold his gaze. “And you look like shit. What’s your excuse?”

Rafe chuckled bitterly, his head tilting back slightly as the rain slid down his face. “Touché.”

She let out a shaky breath, her chest heaving as she crossed her arms tighter. “For real, Rafe. Why are you here?”

He didn’t answer immediately, just shrugged, his hands still tucked in his pockets. “Maybe I like late-night drives. Maybe I was bored. Does it matter?”

It shouldn’t. But something about the rawness in his voice made her hesitate.

“You want a beer?” he asked suddenly, jerking his chin toward the truck.

She blinked, caught off guard. “Do I look like I wanna drink with you?”

“You look like you need it more than I do,” he said, already turning back toward the truck without waiting for her answer.

The Beach – Later

The rain had eased into a soft drizzle by the time they sat on the sand, the open case of beer between them. The glow of the headlights cast long shadows across the wet ground, the sound of the waves breaking against the shore.

Y/N leaned back, staring at the sky. She’d stopped crying, but her chest still felt heavy, her hands shaky as she gripped the beer bottle.

“You ever think this place is cursed?” she muttered, breaking the silence.

Rafe let out a low laugh, taking a swig of his beer. “Cursed, huh? Sounds like something a pogue would say always into the make believe shit.”

Her head snapped toward him, her glare sharp. “Don’t.”

“What?” he asked, smirking around the bottle. “Too soon?”

“Too soon,” she snapped.

His smirk faded slightly, but his eyes stayed locked on her. He tilted his head, studying her like she was some kind of puzzle.

“I don’t get you,” he said finally.

“Good,” she said, her voice curt.

He ignored her, leaning closer. “You should hate all of them right now. But you don’t, do you?”

Her lip curled. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No?” His voice dropped, sharper now, pressing her buttons like he always did. “They screwed you over, and you’re out here crying over them like they’re worth it. Why?”

Her chest tightened, her grip on the bottle firm. “Because I’m not like you, Rafe.”

He laughed, low and bitter. “You think you’re better than me? Newsflash, sweetheart. You’re out here drinking with me, and they’re probably back at the Chateau laughing about how they got away with it.”

Her throat tightened, and she looked away, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling again.

“They don’t deserve you,” he said after a long pause, his voice quieter now.

She glanced at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. “Why do you care?”

He shrugged, his smirk twitching back into place. “Like I said, I don’t. Just saying what I see.”

She studied him, searching for an angle, but all she saw was someone just as broken as she felt.

“What about you?” she asked softly. “Why are you out here, really?”

His jaw tightened, and he took another long swig of his beer before answering. “Turns out you can’t trust anyone. Not even the people closest to you.”

“Sofia? The girl I’ve been seeing you with lately…”

His eyes darkened, his grip on the bottle tightening. “Yeah. That bitch played me good. Told her to pack her shit and get the fuck out of my house.”

They sat in silence for a while, the sound of the waves filling the space between them.

“So now what?” she asked finally.

He exhaled, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. “Now? I get even.”

She nodded slowly, her voice soft but firm. “Yeah. Me too.”

Rafe raised his bottle toward her in a mock toast, his smirk returning. “To bad decisions.”

She clinked her bottle against his, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “And revenge.”

——

The tension in Rafe's room was suffocating, wrapping around them like the heavy hum of the AC that buzzed faintly in the background.

YN stood by the edge of the bed, arms

crossed, her glare sharp enough to cut. The alcohol in her veins gave her enough courage to stand her ground, but not enough to stop her heart from hammering in her chest.

Rafe leaned against the desk, casual but predatory, hands shoved into his pockets, his sharp blue eyes dragging over her like she was something he couldn't quite figure out.

And that damn smirk—he always wore it like a weapon, cutting and infuriating.

She tilted her head, the anger bubbling just beneath her voice. "Why'd you even bring me here, Rafe?"

He shrugged, his tone maddeningly calm.

"Told you, didn't I? You can't stay out there all night."

She scoffed, shaking her head. "You really think I needed you to save me?" Her tone was sharp, biting, and it made his smirk twitch wider. "You keep saying you don't care, but you’re really acting like you do."

Rafe pushed off the desk, taking a slow step closer, his head tilting like he was enjoying her unraveling.

"You sound upset," he said, his voice laced with mock concern. "What's the matter? Did I hurt your feelings, sweetheart?"

Her lips curled into a sneer. "Don't call me that."

But of course, Rafe didn't stop. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make her skin prickle.

"Bet Pope called you worse," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of pushing her buttons. "Guess he finally figured out what the rest of us already knew. Lowlife Pogues like you? You don't last."

Her body snapped before her mind did, her hand flying up and smacking him hard across the face. The crack of her palm against his cheek rang out loud, cutting through the room like a knife.

For a moment, Rafe froze, his head turning slightly from the impact. When he turned back, his jaw was tight, and the dangerous glint in his eyes made her stomach flip. That smirk was gone now, replaced by something darker, sharper.

"You really shouldn't have done that," he said, his voice low and venomous.

Before she could respond, he closed the space between them in two quick strides. His hands gripped her arms, shoving her back onto the bed with a force that knocked the air out of her lungs.

She gasped, her hands instinctively flying up to push him off, but it was useless. Rafe loomed over her, one hand wrapping around her throat-not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make her pulse race.

His sharp blue eyes burned into hers as he leaned down, his voice dripping with menace. "You forget who you're dealing with."

Y/N's lip curled, her glare sharp even as her breath came out shaky. "You're a psycho, Rafe. That's who."

That made him grin. A slow, wicked grin that sent a chill down her spine. His thumb brushed along her jaw, his grip loosening slightly as he tilted her face up toward him.

"And you're just a loudmouth Pogue bitch who doesn't know when to shut the fuck up," he said, his tone soft but lethal.

Her chest heaved as his words hit like punches, but she refused to let him see her break. "You think this makes you big, huh? Throwing a tantrum every time you can't handle your daddy's bullshit?"

That wiped the smirk off his face for half a second. Then it came back sharper, more dangerous, his fingers tightening slightly around her waist.

"Funny coming from the girl crying over Pope," he sneered, his voice cutting. "Bet he's already moved on, and here you are, whining like a pathetic little slut."

Her breath caught, a mix of anger and heat she couldn't explain burning in her chest.

She shoved at his chest, but it was like pushing against a brick wall.

"At least I didn't have to buy someone to stick around," she snapped, her words sharp and quick. "What was it, Rafe? Sofia got tired of your bullshit and gave you the boot?"

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, she thought she'd actually hit a nerve. But then he grinned again, his hands gripping her hips and dragging her closer beneath him.

"Careful," he said, his voice low and laced with dark amusement. "Keep running that pretty little mouth, and I’ll put something in it."

“Fuck you!” She says as she glared up at him, her nails digging into his chest. "You ain’t shit, Rafe Cameron," she hissed, her voice trembling with fury.

"You never will be."

Something snapped. His mouth crashed down onto hers, the kiss rough and unrelenting. There was nothing sweet or soft about it-it was teeth, lips, and fire, messy and raw. Her hands fisted in his shirt, yanking him closer even as she bit down hard on his bottom lip.

Rafe groaned against her mouth, his hands flying up to grab her wrists and pin them above her head.

"You're all talk," he murmured against her plump lips, his breath hot arainst her soft brown skin.

Her chest heaved, her glare never wavering.

"And you're all ego," she shot back, her voice breathless but sharp.

He chuckled darkly, leaning in close enough that his lips brushed against her ear. "Yet, you want me…"

She didn't answer. Didn't push him away Instead, she arched against him, her lips crashing back against his as her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands roamed down her body, rough and possessive, gripping her thighs like he was trying to leave marks behind.

The air between them burned with the mix of alcohol and adrenaline, their anger fueling something neither of them could stop.

When Rafe finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his lips swollen. His sharp blue eyes bore into hers, his grin twisted and smug.

"Still think I'm not shit?" he asked, his voice hoarse and taunting.

Her lips curled into a defiant smirk, her breath shaky but steady. "That’s never gonna change. You’re still a piece of shit.”

That made him laugh, low and rough, his forehead pressing against hers. "And you're still a bitch," he murmured, his voice dropping into a dark whisper. "But tonight? You're my bitch."

Her nails dug into his back as she kissed him again, hard and unrelenting, her mind spinning with chaos and fire as they lost themselves in the mess they'd made.

——

15 minutes later

The room was a mess, hot and heavy like the tension that had been brewing all night. The sheets were twisted beneath them, evidence of chaos. Y/N's cheek pressed into the cool pillow, a whimper escaping her lips as she clung to the fabric like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth.

Behind her, Rafe gripped her hips tightly, his movements calculated and unrelenting. His hands weren't soft or careful-they weren't meant to be. She could feel the bruises blooming where his rough fingertips dug into her soft skin, but she didn't care. Her mind was too scrambled, her body too overwhelmed by the sensations overtaking her.

"Fuck," he groaned, leaning forward until his pink lips brushed the shell of her ear. His voice was low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine. "I knew you wanted this. All that attitude, all that smart-ass shit-just an act. You couldn't wait to ditch those lowlife Pogues and come take my dick."

Her breath hitched at the venom in his tone, tears slipping from her eyes onto the pillow.

She hated that her body was responding to him, arching into every one of his moves.

"Shut the fuck up," she mumbled, her voice shaky, trying to sound strong even as her body betrayed her.

Rafe chuckled darkly, one hand moving to her back, pressing her further into the mattress.

"Shut me up, then," he taunted, his grip tightening. "Oh, wait-you can't."

Her fingers clawed at the sheets as she tried to bite back another broken sound. She wanted to hate him—hell, she did hate him— but in this moment, the lines blurred so violently that she couldn't think straight.

"What would Pope think if he saw you like this, huh?" he continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Crying for me, just itching for me to ruin you. Bet he couldn't even make you feel like this."

Her anger flared through the haze, and she turned her head to glare at him over her shoulder. Her auburn curls stuck to her damp face as she shot him a sharp look, her teeth clenched.

"Don't you fucking bring him up," she hissed.

That only made him grin wider, his eyes darkening as he shifted, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. He pulled her head back roughly, forcing her to look at him.

"You're so fucking cute when you try to act tough," he said, his smirk sharp. "Face it, Pogue. He could never handle you. Not like this."

Her lip curled in anger, but the words caught in her throat as he tugged her head back further, his lips brushing against her neck.

She hated the way her body shivered under his touch, hated the heat pooling low in her stomach.

"I hate you," she spat, her voice trembling.

"Yet you're taking everything I give you," he shot back, his tone sharp and full of satisfaction. "Look at you-crying, clinging to my sheets like you can't get enough. You're pathetic."

Her face was hot, fresh tears slipping from her brown eyes. "Fuck you," she managed, her voice cracking. “Rafe….its too much, please...”

“Please what…huh? Use your fucking words.” He says as he brushes his lips against her shoulder. “You can’t can you?”

She tried to push back against him, her hand reaching up to shove at his chest, but it was weak—pathetic, just like he said. He grinned, grabbing her wrist and pinning it to the bed as he pressed her harder into the mattress.

"You don't even know what you're doing, do you?" he muttered, his voice rough but quieter now, like he was studying her. His free hand moved down to her waist, gripping her curves firmly. "You can't even think straight. Poor thing."

Her lips parted, a broken sound escaping before she could stop it. Her brain was scrambled, her body betraying every ounce of pride she had left.

"That's it," he murmured, his tone dropping. "Just let me take over, baby. You don't need to think. Just let me fuck you like I know you want."

Her lips trembled, her body shaking, and she didn't even realize she'd nodded faintly until she felt his lips ghost over hers.

"You hear me?" he spered, his smirk softening into something darker, his tone dipping dangerously low. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."

She hesitated, her voice a barely audible whisper as her mind blurred further.

"I'm yours," she murmured, almost incoherent.

"Good girl," Rafe muttered before crashing his lips onto hers. The kiss was messy, full of teeth and heat, their bodies pressed so close that it felt like he was everywhere at once.

His hand tightened in her hair, tugging slightly as he deepened the kiss, his movements still relentless.

When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected their lips, and his smirk returned, cocky and sharp.

"You're mine tonight," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Got it?"

She could only nod weakly, her body trembling beneath him.

"That's what I thought," he muttered, letting go of her hair to grip her jaw, tilting her head up slightly. His thumb brushed her bottom lip, and his gaze burned into hers. "Open."

She blinked up at him, too far gone to resist.

Her lips parted slowly and before she could even think, he spit into her mouth, his smirk widening when she swallowed without a second thought.

"Good girl," he repeated, his voice low and dangerous, the words sinking into her like a brand.

Her head dropped back onto the pillow as he continued, and all she could do was take it.

Time continued to pass and they were still at it. Rafe was relentless even 30 minutes later.

The room was a wreck, the sheets tangled beneath them, damp with sweat and the heat of the night. Y/N lay limp on the bed, her soft brown skin adorned with bruises and her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath. Her cheeks were still wet with tears, her lips swollen, and her mind an incoherent mess. She didn't even realize she was inching away until Rafe's voice cut through the haze, sharp and low.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

Her body froze at his tone, her heart pounding. Before she could answer, Rate's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back onto the bed like she weighed nothing. She gasped, her back hitting the mattress as she looked up at him.

"Rafe, I-"

"You're not fucking done," he growled, leaning over her, his sharp eyes glinting with something dark. "I didn't tell you to stop."

She shook her head weakly, her voice trembling. "I... I can’t.”

"you can," he snapped, cutting her off. His hand moved to grip her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. "Nah. You don't get to go quiet on me now. I want to see that pretty face while I make you come again."

Her breath hitched at his words, heat flaring in her cheeks. "You're fucking crazy," she muttered, her voice shaking.

"And you're soaking the fucking sheets," he shot back, his smirk sharp and cocky. "Don't act like you're not loving this."

Her glare faltered, her lips parting as he leaned closer, his other hand moving down to grip her thigh.

"Say it," he demanded, his tone low and rough. "Tell me you love it."

Her head turned, defiance flaring for a brief second, but Rafe wasn't having it. His hand lightly slapped her cheek, just enough to sting and draw her attention back to him.

"Say it," he repeated, his voice dangerous now. "Don't make me fucking ask again."

She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "I.. I love it."

"What was that?" His smirk widened, his fingers brushing over her flushed cheek. “Speak up, baby. I didn't hear you."

"I love it," she said louder, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

"Good girl," he murmured, his tone soft but mocking. His thumb traced her bottom lip before he pulled back slightly, his hands gripping her thighs as he positioned her.

"Now, say it properly. Tell me how much you love when I fuck your pussy."

Her face burned, her voice catching in her throat as her embarrassment swelled.

"Rafe, I..."

He tilted his head, one eyebrow arching as his smirk turned wicked. "Say it, or I'll make sure you regret it."

"I love when you fuck my..." She hesitated, her eyes fluttering closed as her voice dropped to a whisper. "Pussy."

"That's my girl," he growled, dragging her closer and pressing her back into the mattress. "Took you long enough."

He didn't give her a chance to recover before his lips found her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "You know, I think you're finally figuring out how this works," he murmured against her, his hand sliding between her legs, making her gasp.

Her back arched, her breath coming in quick gasps as he gripped her chin again, forcing her to look at him.

"Eyes on me this time," he commanded. "I wanna see that pretty face when you beg for me to let you come."

Her body trembled as she nodded faintly, her voice breaking as he pushed her further.

"Good girl," he muttered again, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "Now, tell me. Who makes you feel this good?"

"You do," she whimpered, her voice cracking.

"Say it again," he demanded, his grip on her chin tightening slightly as he used his other hand to slap her thigh, leaving a mark.

"You do, Rafe," she cried out, her voice desperate now.

"Damn right," he groaned, his lips crashing onto hers in a messy, breathless kiss.

Her body gave in completely, her mind lost in the haze of his words, his hands, his dominance. She wasn't thinking about the Pogues anymore, or even herself. All she could focus on was him.

And that was exactly how Rafe wanted it.

The room was still stifling with heat and tension, the sheets a twisted mess beneath them. Y/N was trembling, her body completely spent, her head falling to the side as she tried to catch her breath. Every inch of her felt worn out, but the look on Rafe's face told her he wasn't finished.

Rafe leaned back for a moment, his chest rising and falling as a wicked smirk curled on his lips. His sharp blue eyes gleamed in the dim light as they dragged over her, taking in the mess she'd become.

"You're not fucking done," he said suddenly, his voice sharp and commanding.

Her head snapped up weakly, her brows furrowing. "Oh my god, Rafe. I can’t even move. Please-"

"Shut up," he cut her off, grabbing her chin and tilting her face up toward him. His grip wasn't gentle, his thumb brushing roughly across her bottom lip. "You were made for this. Don't act like you can't handle it."

She shook her head faintly, her voice shaky.

"Rafe it’s too much... I-can’t"

He’s gaze is soft for a split second, thinking about how pretty she is…all stressed and overstimulated, but it quickly turns into a smirk and she’d began to wonder what she’d gotten herself into.

"You can," he growled, his smirk widening.

"And you will. You've been running that smart-ass mouth for years, so let's put it to some fucking good use."

Her eyes widened, her body tensing as he shifted, pulling her up by her jaw so she was on her knees in front of him.

"Rafe," she started again, but he silenced her with a light slap to her cheek.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his tone low and dangerous.”

Her lips parted automatically, her body betraying her as the command sent heat pooling in her stomach.

"Good girl," he murmured, his thumb sliding over her lip. "Now, suck my dick, bitch."

Her cheeks burned with humiliation and overwhelming desire, her body trembling as she hesitated for a split second. That was all it took for Rafe's smirk to darken, his grip on her jaw tightening slightly.

The sheer size of it was intimidating. Of course she’d seen it earlier when he was fucking her, but with it hovering over her like this, casting a shadow over her pretty face…it seemed so much bigger than it already was. It was thick…long…veiny and pale with a tip that was slightly pink. He had to be nine inches or longer. There was no way he was less.

"Don't make me fucking tell you twice," he warned, his voice cutting through her hesitation like a blade. “Here, let me make it easier for you.” He grunts out as he looks down at himself and spits on it, making her breathe hitch a little.

The sight of Rafe’s spit trailing down his own dick seemed to entrance her a bit.

Swallowing hard, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his tip as she obeyed. Rafe groaned low in his throat, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her movements, his breathing uneven as he watched her.

"That's it," he muttered, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Take it all, baby. Don't you fucking stop until I tell you."

Her eyes fluttered shut as she focused, her hands gripping his thighs for balance as he set the pace. His hold on her hair was firm, but not painful, guiding her exactly how he wanted.

"Damn," he groaned, his smirk widening as he watched her tongue dart out to meet the spit that was trickling down the veins of his cock.

"Always knew you'd be good at this. Pogue bitch with a big fucking mouth."

Her cheeks burned at the words, but she didn't stop, didn't pull away.

"You love this shit," he muttered, his hand tightening in her auburn curls. "Admit it. You love taking me like this.

Her voice was muffled as she tried to protest, but Rafe didn't let her pull back.

"Hell no” He gritted, his voice laced with arrogance.

"You're getting off easy. Say it. Tell me you want my cum down your throat."

Her body tensed, her cheeks flaming as she hesitated.

"Say it," he snapped, giving her hair a light tug.

"I want it," she murmured, her voice muffled and shaky.

"Want what?" he demanded, his smirk growing as he looked down at her. "Say it all."

She swallowed hard, her voice barely audible as she forced herself to speak. "I... I want your cum down my throat...please Rafe."

"Good fucking girl," he growled, his pace quickening.

Her mind went blank, her body trembling as she let him take over completely. When he finally groaned low and he nutted in multiple spurts, pulling her closer as he released, she had no choice but to take it all.

"Every fucking drop," he muttered, his voice rough and breathless.

Y/N closes her eyes and takes everything the kook gives her.

——

Tannyhill – Rafe’s Room – Late Night

The moon spilled faint light through the window, illuminating the mess they’d made—the tangled sheets, discarded clothes, and the heavy, lingering heat in the air. Y/N lay on her back now, her body still humming with exhaustion, her skin warm beneath the thin blanket Rafe had tossed over her at some point.

Rafe sat beside her, perched against the headboard, a cigarette dangling lazily from his lips. His sharp blue eyes flicked to her occasionally, watching her—studying her. She was beautiful, lying there with her curls spilling across the pillow, her glowing, deep brown skin contrasting sharply against the ivory sheets. Even wrecked and worn out, she looked regal, like some kind of fallen queen.

It pissed him off how much he liked looking at her.

Y/N let out a heavy breath, staring at the ceiling, her brows pulled together. “This is so fucked up,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head faintly.

Rafe smirked, blowing out a slow stream of smoke. “Welcome to my world, princess.”

She shot him a glare at the nickname, pushing herself up slightly to sit against the pillows. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” he taunted, his lips twitching. “It suits you. You look the part.”

Y/N snorted bitterly, her arms crossing over her chest as she looked away. “I don’t belong here, Rafe. And you know it.”

He tilted his head, watching her closely. “You don’t belong there either,” he said softly.

Her frown deepened, her gaze snapping to his. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Rafe tapped the ash off his cigarette, his smirk softening into something closer to a smile—something almost genuine. “Come on. You’re smarter than them, better than them. You’re just too fucking loyal to see it.”

Y/N blinked, stunned into silence for a moment. “Loyal?” she echoed, her voice sharp. “To who? The people who—”

“Left you,” Rafe cut her off smoothly, his tone low and dangerous. “You’re out here crying over Pope, over them, and where are they right now? Huh? You think they’re losing sleep over you?”

Her jaw clenched as his words hit her, hard and fast, the truth behind them sinking in deeper than she wanted to admit.

“They’re not your friends,” Rafe continued, his voice quieter now, softer. “They’re not your people.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, looking away as her throat tightened.

“I’m serious,” he said, his voice steady but insistent. He shifted closer to her, his hand reaching out to tilt her chin toward him so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “They let you walk out there in the rain, Y/N. They made you feel like shit, and you’re still sitting here crying over them like they deserve it.”

Y/N blinked hard, her eyes burning as the tears threatened to spill again. She hated how his words made sense—how they cut through every wall she’d built around herself.

“And Pope?” Rafe continued, his smirk darkening. “He’s the worst one of all. He had you, and what’d he do? Threw you away. Made you feel small. And those ‘friends’ of yours let him do it.”

Her face twisted as she swallowed hard, her voice breaking. “Stop. I can’t take it.”

Rafe didn’t. He leaned closer, his hand still on her chin, his thumb brushing her lip as his voice dropped. “No, you need to hear this. You think they care about you? They’re laughing at you right now. All of them. And Pope? Bet he’s with Cleo, acting like you never existed.”

Her breath caught at that, her nails digging into her palms as her chest ached.

Rafe watched the flicker of pain cross her face, his smirk softening just a touch. “You don’t deserve that, Y/N. You’re better than that.”

“And what, Rafe?” she snapped, her voice shaking. “I’m supposed to trust you?”

“Why not?” he challenged, his eyes glinting. “I’m the only one telling you the truth. I’m the only one who sees you for who you are.”

Y/N scoffed faintly, shaking her head, but her resolve was starting to crack.

“You want to get back at them?” Rafe asked suddenly, his tone smoother now, like honey. He leaned back slightly, watching her carefully. “You want them to feel half of what they made you feel? I can help you.”

She blinked, staring at him like he was insane. “Revenge?”

“Yeah,” Rafe said, his smirk returning. “Think about it. You leave them behind—completely—and you come with me. Forget Poguelandia. Forget Pope. You wanna know the best way to hurt someone like him?”

She swallowed hard, refusing to answer.

Rafe grinned, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You show him what he lost.”

Y/N’s heart pounded, her eyes locked on his as his words twisted around her like smoke, intoxicating and dangerous.

“There is no way you’re being for real right now,” she said, but her voice lacked conviction.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Rafe shot back, his tone dead serious. “You stay here. With me. You wanna be treated like the queen you are? I’ll do it. Fuck Pope, fuck the Pogues. Let them see you on my arm, living better than they ever could. Let them feel it.”

Y/N stared at him, her mind spinning. His words made too much sense, and that terrified her.

“You’re crazy,” she murmured.

“Maybe,” Rafe said, smirking again as his thumb brushed her lip. “But you knew that before we fucked. Come on…I could make you forget all about Pope and those bankrupt pogues.”

She swallowed hard, her gaze searching his face, trying to find any crack in the madness he was spinning. But there was none—only confidence, only promise.

“You have nowhere else to go,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. “I kicked Sofia out. There’s room. You’re not going back there, Y/N. Not after this. You don’t want to.”

His words dug in deep, pulling at the darkest parts of her—the anger, the hurt, the betrayal she couldn’t shake.

“What’s in it for you, huh?” she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe grinned, his hand sliding up to grip her throat again, his touch possessive but gentle. “You. That’s it.”

Her breath hitched as his lips ghosted over hers, and despite herself, she didn’t pull away.

“Think about it,” he whispered, his voice low and smooth. “Revenge looks good on you.”

Before she could argue, Rafe kissed her again—slow, deep, but still tinged with that dangerous edge that came with him. His hands slid over her curves possessively, like he was already claiming her.

When he finally pulled back, his smirk returned, softer this time but no less wicked.

“You’ll come around,” he said confidently, brushing his thumb along her jaw. “You always do.”

Y/N stared at him, her chest rising and falling as she tried to ignore the way her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch.

And the worst part?

A small part of her already believed him as she subconsciously traced his abs with her acrylics. He didn’t say anything. Neither did she. They knew what they had to do.

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

The right ones.

Pic credits

Pairing: Soft!Joel Miller x reader, no outbreak (Sarah is alive and well)

Summary: Joel buys you pads. ‘Cause Joel provides, you know, no matter the situation.

Tags: established relationship, pet names (baby, honey), reader has period and hair, no other description is given, mention of period symptoms, mention of cramps, mention of pads, mention of Sarah, flirting, kissing, Joel is a sweet pookie bear, I think that’s all? It’s just some tiny little fluff I wrote because I’m about to get my period and I need some comfort 🥲

I tried to write it in a neutral way so that every person who menstruates can identify with it, I hope I succeeded. (if you think there are things that need to be changed, just tell me and I'll do it ❤️)

English is not my first language, no beta and no proofreading so any mistake is all my fault, I’m sorry 💀

Thanks to anyone who will read this!

Archive tags: @pedrostories ♥️

Your cell phone rings.

“Hey! What’s up, honey?”

“Um… listen, which ones did you say you need?”

“The ones with wings, Joel. Blue box, second shelf from the bottom.”

Usually you are the one who takes care of groceries and hygiene products shopping and by now you know by heart where they are.

“Mh…” you can see him. In the middle of the aisle, frowning, one hand on his hip and the other one holding the phone, one knee slightly forward, as he tries to maneuver through the boxes, they must all look the same to him.

“The ones that say ‘night, with wings, extra long’,” you add to try to help him.

Silence follows, several deep breaths, an undertone of exasperation, you bite your lower lip to keep from bursting out laughing. You don’t want to make fun of him, he’s trying hard to make it right.

He offered to do it for you this morning while you were in the bathroom and you discovered that not only had your period decided to come early but you were also almost out of pads.

You let out a sigh and cursed, “Oh damn!” You were in a foul mood, the cramps were making you squirm, your head was hurting, your back was tormenting you.

He was getting dressed, clearly heard you and asked worried “what’s wrong?”

You walked out of the bathroom with your head down and one hand on your stomach feeling miserable “UGH, my stupid period came and I’m running out of pads”

You sat on the bed and grabbed your phone from the nightstand as a terrible nausea hit you, and you called out of work saying you were sick.

His large hand caressed your face as he leaned down to kiss you.

“I’ll go to the supermarket during lunch break,” he said softly “Stay in bed and rest, okay?”

“Thank you so much” you said, lying down on the bed again and burying your face into your pillow, feeling cramps clawing inside you “you’re the absolute best”

He leaned to kiss your cheek and then left the house to reach the construction site.

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He had done it for Sarah one of the first times she had her period and he had bought the wrong type, the thick and bulky ones, she had looked at the box with a downhearted expression that had made his heart sink.

“Those aren't the ones I wanted, Dad! I told you extra thin!” She screamed at him between sobs.

Joel felt like a good-for-nothing.

Making Sarah cry was terrible for him.

He later discovered that his daughter's tantrum was also a side effect of her period and Sarah had apologized to him but Joel still felt that he was the one who had to apologize for his lone wolf status that didn't allow him to have someone by his side to ask for help.

He would have liked to fall in love, yet he had to make it on his own, he certainly didn’t have time to date between work and all the other things he had to take care of. Being a single dad was a full time job.

After that, Joel had memorized the type that Sarah liked best but she had always conveniently made sure to stock up every time they went to the supermarket.

It had been many years since he had bought them for her and he found himself back at square one. Packages are so different, he could swear there are a dozen new ones he's never seen before.

He pinches his nose, takes a deep breath and then he sees it, just like you described it.

"I found them!" you hear him say enthusiastically "I'll be there soon"

"Good job! I'll be waiting for you, love" you coo.

He grabs the box and he goes to the checkout.

You hang up the phone wondering if he really has the ones you want but in any case you’re already grateful that he used his lunch break to bring them to you.

When he met you he was convinced he would be alone forever.

You had reopened his heart little by little, with patience, without pushing him to do or say what he wasn't ready for yet and he had rediscovered himself as a man capable of loving and in need of receiving it. He was grateful for this, he’s madly in love with you and wants to do everything he can to help you in every circumstance.

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Joel has quietly entered your room and find you asleep.

He sits on the bed trying not to wake you.

Your hair spread out on the pillow, your face relaxed, your mouth slightly agape and your hand hanging loosely next to your face… you are so beautiful he can’t believe it. He’s the luckiest man in the world and the least he can do is bring you the right damn box. He leave the bag on your nightstand, kisses you on the temple and goes to the kitchen to make some sandwiches.

You wake up after a couple of minutes and see the bag so you grab it to look inside.

Bingo.

Joel wasn’t wrong, they are exactly the ones you wanted. And you find your favorite chocolate bar in it too.

You hear him humming softly in the kitchen so you get up to go and congratulate your hero.

“Hey, gorgeous!” he says to you as soon as he sees you at the kitchen door. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” you say, stretching your arms. Luckily the painkiller you took worked.

“I’m happy to hear that. Go back to bed, I’ll bring you a sandwich in a bit” You move closer and wrap your arms around his waist, leaning against his back as he spreads mayo on the bread.

“You don’t have to do all this, but thank you” you whisper “I love you so much” His body is warm and welcoming, you bury your face in his plaid shirt inhaling his woody scent, so familiar and seductive.

Joel is like that, he had never been good with words, his love language is gestures. And he makes tons of them, constantly, small and big. He remembers which flowers you like best, he brings you Chinese food when you tell him you had a bad day, he watches your romantic comedies with you even if they bore him, he lets you choose the music in the car even if he's old school and you're belting out Billie Eilish and Chappell Roan these days, if something in the house broke, you find it repaired the next day without even asking.

“I love you too” he says, dropping the knife on the counter and placing his hands on yours, holding you close.

“You got the right ones, I'm proud of you” you tell him softly.

He turns to kiss you “Good, I’m glad I could help”

The tip of your tongue grazes his lips and you gently make your way into his mouth, moaning against him while he fills his hands with your ass squeezing it.

“Mmm baby, don't provoke me, I don't have much time left before coming back to work unfortunately"

“We can always have a quickie, they say orgasms help with cramps, you know” you say in a slightly pleading voice, looking at his big brown beautiful eyes through your eyelashes.

“Oh well then if it's for a good cause…” he replies huskily.

“And then you deserve a prize”

“I also got you some chocolate, did you see?”

“Oh yes” you say grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him into the bedroom “I saw it and I love it, but I crave something else sweet right now”

Joel chuckles as he follows you into your shared bedroom “such a dirty little thing you are”

[moonsgemini]

cinnamon girl - rafe cameron

summary: hating rafe cameron was easy to do when you were both teenagers, but after years a part and time spent thinking about one another one thing leads to another. Secret rendezvous between kook prince and kook princess ensue, finding any spare minute to be with each other without the judgey eyes of outer banks.

warnings: 18+, minors dni, fem reader, she/her, p in v, praise kink, semi public sex (a bunch of people are downstairs), fingering, oral f receiving, dirty talk, sneaking around, secret relationship, cussing, alcohol, enemies to lovers kinda

wc: 3.5k

an: another smutty smut. I have had this in my drafts for a bit & I just needed to finish it. It started out as being inspired by cinnamon girl by lana but I like don’t know what happened. also two posts in one day ???? who am I.

masterlist

In high school when y/n read Romeo and Juliet she fell in love with the tragic romance. She was astounded that love could be so intense and passionate. So much so that they were sneaking around behind everyone’s backs and the miscommunication ultimately leading to their deaths.

When she was sixteen she met Rafe Cameron. When her father introduced her to the tall blonde she didn’t think he would eventually be her Romeo. Especially not since he didn’t even smile or show the slightest interest in her. Their fathers had recently worked on a business deal together and had got along so well they wanted their families to get together.

She knew who he was and what he was like. Rumors run rampant on the figure eight. He constantly had snarky comments and remarks to make at her. Whether it be about her outfit, her likes, and especially about the boys she dated. y/n would be talking to Sarah about the boy she just went on a date with and Rafe would butt in with his two cents. He was a year older than her and he always made sure to act like he knew better because he was older.

“Fabian? You do know he like has dated half the cheer and volleyball teams,” Rafe scoffed as he stood in front of her and Sarah who were sat on the pool chairs outside. He had overheard y/n talking about the new guy she was seeing and Rafe couldn’t believe who the guy was. He also couldn’t believe she was dating at all.

Y/n looked at him with a glare, “I don’t remember asking for your input.”

“You could really use it though. Seems like you’re pretty fucking clueless at the fact that you’re a lot better than that asshole,” He rolled his eyes annoyed at the fact she couldn’t see how this escapade will end in heart break. He was only looking out for her so he doesn’t understand why she was so annoyed.

She chuckled bitterly, “Yeah like you care, besides I can find out for myself Rafe. I don’t need you telling me what’s good for me or not.”

Rafe rolled his eye because to him he did know what was good for her and Fabian was not. “Well when he ends up hurting you I’ll be ready to tell you I told you so,” He smirked taking a sip of his beer and walking away.

Sarah scoffed muttering, “Hate him.”

Y/n sighed watching him walk away and talk to her dad, “Couldn’t agree with you more.”

The first few years she knew Rafe she hated him. As much as you could hate him. He had always been extremely handsome, something she definitely noticed, and as he got older he became even hotter. In front of her parents he was charming and they interpreted his cocky demeanor as confidence. Whenever she complained about the Cameron boy being a prick they said they liked that Rafe knew what he wanted and always went for it, something that y/n could learn from him.

After she went away to college these family dinners became much smaller with only the parents and younger siblings. The kids having grown up and gone their own ways. Rafe was always on the mainland taking care of his dad’s business. Sarah had gone off to college so it was practically an empty nest. Occasionally during holiday breaks Sarah and y/n would join them for game night or dinner but Rafe still wasn’t around much.

She couldn’t lie and say he didn’t swim in her thoughts every now and then. Okay maybe more often then she’d like. Especially when he’d post on instagram and his bright smile would infect her mind on the nights she couldn’t fall asleep. She wondered if he ever thought about her but she doubted it since they never liked each other.

Rafe thought about her every day. Whenever he’d see her dad he’d find a way to bring her into conversation. He knew she was coming back soon and he made a note in his calendar to free his schedule on family dinner day because he wanted to see her. He needed to see her. Even if she probably didn’t want to see him because he remembers her hatred for him when they were teenagers. It makes a smirk appear on his lips as he thought about y/n rolling her eyes and sending witty comebacks his way.

-

It was winter break of her junior year of college when she made if back to the outer banks.

Y/n was surprised to see him drinking a glass of scotch with her dad and Ward as she walked downstairs. Her family was hosting dinner that time. Her first thought when she spotted hime was person he was even more handsome. His boyish look almost completely gone now that he was a man. She noticed he had been working out because his chest and shoulders seemed broader. Could have even gotten taller?

“Hey there she is,” Ward said as she made it all the way down the steps.

She smiled politely and joked, “Here I am, hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

Rafe smirked taking a sip from his glass. After Ward asked her more questions about college and the internship she was starting on the mainland that following summer. She could feel Rafe’s eyes on her as she talked to his dad. Seeing him had felt different that time. There was something different in the air.

During dinner they both stole glances at each other. Sometimes when she’d catch him staring at her he wouldn’t look away. Locking his eyes with her smirking and sipping on his second glass of scotch. His long fingers wrapped around the glass grabbed her attention. She watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed. No guys she knew in college drank scotch, because none of them were men like him.

He couldn’t believe how much more beautiful she had gotten in the last three years. She was a woman now and she held herself with so much more confidence than when she was seventeen. Rafe liked that.

“Oh honey give Rafe a tour of the new wine cellar. It is so magnificent our architect is amazing, maybe you’ll like him for a new Cameron employee,” Y/n’s mom said to the young adults who had been eye fucking for the last forty minutes. Y/n’s mom had been feeling her second glass of wine now which led to her being all giddy and generous. It’s always what her mom did. So whenever they went to charity events her mom just needed a glass of wine to sign a check for $10,000.

She was also an avid wine collector so for the last year they had been building a wine cellar under the house. It turned out beautiful. All wood and the lighting was moody. There were racks of wines all around the room and a few in the middle creating ailse. There were also a few big wooden support beams.

“Sure mom. Follow me,” Y/n said nodding her head towards the back. He smirked standing up and following her a few paces behind so he could stare at her back side. She led him out to the side of the house where the entrance was. If her mom knew what she ultimately helped happen she’d kill the both of them. Mostly for committing such a sin next to her most prized possessions.

Ten minutes into the tour Rafe had y/n pinned against one of those wooden beams. Her legs wrapped around his waist with her hands in his hair tugging whenever he’d hit that spot she could never reach on her own. No college guy she had been with was ever able to hit that spot either. Their breaths mixed together as their faces were close together, y/n’s skirt bunched around her waist. One of his hands was under her shirt tweaking her nipple.

His dick inside of her smoothly sliding in and out as he fucked her. Rafe knew he would never forget this moment. Never forget just how wet she had been, all the noises she was making sounding heavenly.

The first time was erotic. Years of built up sexual tension was finally getting released and it felt so good. His hands, his lips, his body felt better than she could ever have imagined.

When they were done Rafe kissed her, lips slotting naturally with her like they always belonged there. She was worried it was a one time thing but he wasn’t acting like it. That bubble of anxiety in her chest popping as he continued to be sweet to her. He had slowly pulled out and set her down gently. Tugging her skirt back down and helping her step into her panties he had tugged off in a frenzy. He fixed himself as she fixed her hair and makeup.

“That’s not the last time that’s gonna happen,” He said breaking the silence, “I like you too much to let you go.”

-

Since the first night they hooked up they have been sneaking around behind their families backs seeing each other. Rafe flew and road tripped to her apartment more times that winter and spring than he can count. When she came back for the summer he was practically living at her house. He’d sneak in at night like they were teenagers and he’d sleep over or stay up talking with her until she fell asleep then he’d sneak out. Or sometimes (a lot of times) they’d be doing something else that involved rafe’s mouth on her.

When y/n got her internship he’d meet her for lunch. They’d hangout in secluded areas on the beach and whenever they wanted to have a nice date night they’d stay a few cities over for the weekend to be alone and be a couple in public. For her birthday Rafe took her to the Amalfi coast for a few days where they spent most of the time on a boat, in a pool, or in bed having amazing sex. Y/n told her parents she was going to the lake for the weekend where she’d barely have service. Somehow they believed it.

They kept it a secret not because their families would be upset. It’s the opposite actually, they’d be too excited. Then there would be all this pressure on their relationship. The mom’s and Ward would be urging Rafe to propose because their families merging would make them look incredibly good and powerful in the developing industry. They’d want a huge wedding with a bunch of people they don’t know. There’d start to be talk about grand babies. All of figure eight would be talking about the kook prince and princess dating and on their way to live off their trusts. It would just be too much.

It was the last dinner party of the summer and Y/n was giddy. She hadn’t seen Rafe in two weeks because he had gone away on a business trip with his dad and then she had gone on to see her grandparents in New York. It was the most time they had spent a part in the last four months.

Tonight would be the last night they see each other for another couple weeks while y/n moves into her senior year apartment and settles into school. Rafe knew how important school was to her so he wanted to give her space to settle which she was grateful for because pre law was not easy. It would also be too suspicious if he randomly showed up to help while her parents are there.

This was a big dinner party so it was perfect. Y/n’s parents were hosting so it was all perfect. Every big family on Figure Eight, even the ones who only summer there, was at her house. The house was filled with many distractions since her mother also loved collecting art. No one would see them sneak upstairs to her room, especially with all the wine that’s being consumed.

Rafe had been dreaming about touching her since he last saw her. Oh and when he saw her he didn’t even waste a moment. As soon as he saw an opportunity to drag her upstairs to her bedroom he did. It was when appetizers were brought out and everyone had gathered outside. Y/n smirked the whole time knowing he wanted her as bad as she wanted him. Her short dress definitely did the job it was supposed to when she spotted his hard on when he first grabbed her.

His eagerness showing when he practically slammed her against the inside of the bedroom door. His lips on hers with fervor. They moved expertly against each other. Immediately finding their rhythm, no matter how many times they have each other it’s never enough.

His hands sliding down her waist and slowly going under her sundress. That’s when he feels nothing. She wasn’t wearing any panties. He instantly got harder and groaned into her mouth.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” He mumbled as he began trailing kisses down her neck.

Her hands tugged at his hair, “I missed you Rafey,” she whined not even feeling the slightest bit embarrassed about her eagerness. She had missed him so much.

He began walking her towards the bed. His lips still latching onto any exposed skin on her chest. They kicked their shoes off in the process, Rafe undid a few more buttons of his shirt. His tanned broad chest making her breathing uneven. When her knees hit the end of the bed she sat back crawling backwards towards the pillows. He followed her his knees spreading her legs.

“I missed you baby,” He gently cupped her face and stroked her cheek softly, “I can’t wait to make you cum.”

The soft gesture with the dirty words made her cheeks feel hot. That devilish smirk appearing on Rafe’s face like he knew that would happen. And that’s because he did know. Rafe knew her body and he knows just what to do to make her squirm. He looked too hot for her to even care how dirty he sounded. Sometimes she’d shy away but other times it made her putty in his hands. Y/n reached forward kissing him not so gently. They’d have time for the lovey dovey stuff later.

He began kissing down her body. Her chin then her neck, paying attention to that spot that made her hips jerk up for relief. His hand were gliding up her legs pushing her dress up around her waist in the process.

Rafe kissed her shoulders as he pushed her straps down in a teasing manor. He kissed her collarbones then her chest. Finally moving to her stomach and her pelvic bone. Oh had he missed this. His hands moved to her knees spreading her legs wider.

Y/n’s hands were in his hair already tugging. Giving an even harder tug when he reach forward giving her a teasing lick. She had to cover her mouth with one hand to not be loud.

Rafe wanted to tease her but he just couldn’t resist. He dove right in. His tongue finding her clit immediately, moving his tongue in circles. He alternated between that and licking down her slit. Tongue teasing her entrance. It was all so euphoric.

Her back arched off her bed. Y/n tried her best to keep quiet but a few moans slipped out. She hoped the chatter and music playing downstairs was enough to cover her noises. Rafe hummed against her core making the feeling even more intense.

“Oh god Rafey,” She sighed dreamily, “I missed your mouth. Know just what to do.”

He lives for the praise. It boosted his ego and encouraged him to do better and outdo himself. Hearing her breathy wins and moans muffled by her own hand were making him impossibly hard.

As he sucked and licked her clit he reached around and abruptly slipped a finger into her wet center. Her thighs practically suffocating him as he moved in and out of her touching that perfect spot inside of her. He always made her cum and he always did it fast. Before she met Rafe she had only ever finished with her own hand or vibrator.

“I’m gonna cum!” She whisper shouted.

Rafe moaned, “Cum for me baby.”

It felt like electricity was going through her body as she came. His movements relentless until he knew she was satisfied. He began to slow down as she came down, leaving her with one final lick. He kissed the inside of her thighs softly before crawling up to her again. She pulled him forward needing his lips on hers. She moaned at her taste on his tongue.

“I need to be inside you,” Rafe groaned as he felt one of her hands reach down and palm him through his pants.

“Please fuck me,” She batted her eyelashes at him knowing it always got her what she wanted.

He groaned again before sitting back on his feet so he can unbutton the rest of his shirt. Y/n sat up pulling her dress all the way off. Rafe made quick work of his pants pulling them down his legs.

His member slapped against his stomach, her mouth watering at the sight. Rafe was created with care, everything about him was perfect to her. He grabbed his length pumping it a few times before he rubbed his tip through her folds. Spreading her wetness around, his eyes rolled back at the feeling.

“Oh please please put it in,” She whined, “I need you so bad Rafey.”

“Baby your wish is my command,” He smirked and thrusted into her slowly pushing in inch by inch.

“Yes yes yes yes,” She chanted in pure bliss. Y/n didn’t care how desperate she sounded.

Rafe sighed as he began moving slowly. She was so tight and warm, even better than he remembered. He knew he wasn’t going to last long but he would make sure she came again before he did at all. He hit that spot inside of her that made her eye’s roll back and toes curl.

“Taking me so good my love,” Rafe encouraged as he picked up speed.

He grabbed one of her boobs and brushed his thumb over her hardened nipple. He leaned down and placed the other one in his mouth sucking and licking gently. All of the stimulation had her body feeling like it was on fire. He released it with a pop and went back to capture her lips in his. Y/n’a hands gripped his hair and clawed his back

“I’m gonna cum babe,” She moaned, “Yes right there, oh oh god.”

“Yeah baby cum for me,” He sighed, “Fuck I’m gonna cum too.”

Her eyes rolled back at his words, “Please cum in me, fill me up please please,” she blubbered feeling overwhelmed by the orgasm that was about to take over her body. The sounds of his deck sliding in and out of her wet pussy made him reach the edge. Everything about her was so sexy from the noises she made to the way she looked sprawled out below him.

Her words made him pick up his pace pounding into her. He felt her clench around him knowing she was coming. She moaned and scratched his back as she came. Biting her lip to not let anymore loud noises slip out of her. He came inside of her with a groan. Rafe continued to pump in and out of her slowing down as he came down from his high.

He swore he could cum again just looking at her all fucked out. Her hair all over the place, lipstick smudged and probably all over his face.

After a few minutes of catching their breaths Rafe pulled out gently. A whine leaving her lips at the empty feeling. Rafe got up going to her bathroom to get a towel to clean her up. When he came back he dabbed her center cleaning up.

“I missed you so much Rafe,” Y/n said breaking the silence.

He leaned forward kissing her knee, “I missed you more my love.”

“You think anyone heard?”

He shrugged, “Don’t think so. If they did then oops.”

She laughed, “Don’t say that Rafe, then we will get caught.”

He smirked as he laid next to her again opening his arms as an invitation that she gladly took. Resting her head on his chest and he leg wrapped around his waist. One of his hands stroking her hair and the other rubbing up and down her body slowly feeling all her exposed skin.

“Lets lay a few minutes then get back to hearing my dad talk about business for hours,” Y/n said savoring the feeling of laying with him.

“I love you,” He kissed the crown of her head a few times.

She smiled, “I love you. Sneak over tonight?” She asked looking up at him hopefully.

“Read my mind,” He smirked.

[tinylilacbun]

Rafe from s2 two, with the sweetest reader, who is completely crazy about the idea of nedding to be in control of *something* in his life, and little reader being his safe place because he gets to take care of her, he is going al psycho and just about to act impulsive again but then he remembers he has her, so everything is going to be fine, he tells himself🤧

Rafe stands on the balcony, pressing the balls of his hands into his eyes to stop himself from crying after just hearing from his dad how 'he fucked up everything'.

"Man up..." He mutters to himself, a choked sob escaping him.

His attention gets drawn to a phone dinging nearby multiple times, glancing to his left he sees Wheezie's phone laying on a table. After checking that no one's there he walks over to grab the phone, looking at all the messages from an unknown number.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out who it is, his anger and frustration building up again. Sarah, the golden child. Every time it's about her and it pisses him off. This whole ordeal with his dad a few minutes ago was, again, just because of her.

A moment of hesitation passes as he thinks about confronting Sarah, to make sure she keeps her mouth shut about everything that happened. He's about to message her back over Wheezie's phone but he stops, he isn't in the right mind to act rational and this could all go south quickly knowing that somehow Sarah always manages to rile him up simply for just existing.

"No, no..." He mumbles, erasing what was about to send and delete the messages all together, blocking the number he places the phone back on the table.

Rafe steps back again just in time as Wheezie comes out. "Have you seen my phone?"

"What?" He turns to her.

"Have you seen my phone?" She repeats and Rafe sighs, acting all nonchalant.

"No I haven't seen your damn phone."

She groans and is about to leave, stopping in the doorway. "Oh, and Y/n is here. Said she'll wait in your room."

He visibly relaxes at the mere mention of your name, nodding his head he walks past his sister. "Thanks."

He makes his way to his room, opening the door and quickly locking it behind him his gaze softens the moment his eyes lock with yours, your bright smile and the happiness radiating off you just by seeing him.

"Hey baby." He smiles a little, striding over to you he cups your face in his large hands, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. "What y'doing here, hm?"

You frown at him. "You forget? You said we make disney night today..."

"Nah, 'course I didn't forget. It's- I was just wondering that you're here so early. Even went to get your favorite snacks yesterday." He says, letting go of your face he walks over to the dresser and opens a drawer, pulling out various snacks and throwing them on the bed beside you.

Rafe chuckles at your wide eyes from seeing all the sugar, knowing he'll have one hell of an energetic little on his hands but he couldn't care less right now. Your happiness is all he needs right now.

You're practically his therapy, it's funny how regressing is your type of dealing with all the stuff you go or went through but somehow heal him as well by letting him take care of you and making him feel appreciated for the things he does, unlike his dad.

The only thing he hasn't messed up yet surprisingly is his relationship with you. You're still looking at him like he's the only person on the planet, the only one you can run to when things get rough and Rafe relishes in that fact. It makes him have control of at least something.

He's pulled out of his thoughts when he hears you talk to him, holding up a bag of gummy worms. "Help pwease."

With a smile he walks over to stand in front of you again, taking the bag and ripping it open, dropping a few worms onto your awaiting palm before popping one in his mouth as well.

"So, what should we watch first?" He asks, grabbing the remote from his bedside he lays down beside you with his arm behind his head.

"Mmm...Beauty and the Beast!" You grin.

"A'ight, whatever the princess wants." He searches for the movie, huffing out a breath when you collapse beside him, letting you snuggle into his side with your lamb plushie tucked under your arm.

As the movie starts playing he wraps an arm around you, his cheek pressed against your head. "Y'know I love you, right? More than anything..."

You lift your head to look at him. "I love you too daddy. Mm, more than my lamb."

"Damn, that's...that's gotta mean something."

As long as he has you by his side everything will be alright, in his eyes at least.

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[ariesangelxo]

mornings - part two

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cw: more angst, still no comfort (i promise it’s coming in the next part), heartbreak, one mention of panic attacks, prescription benzo use, recreational coke use, drinking, arguing, mention of a gun and a gunshot at the end, not proofread lol

an: thank u all SO SO much for all of the love on part one !!! i am blown away and in awe. there also will be a part three for sure <3

part three

the past twenty-six days had not been kind to you. your mornings were spent rotting away in bed until your mom would force you to get up, her expression of concern always made you feel even worse. your days weren’t much better, you forced yourself to detach from your heart and numb your emotions. it was the only way you knew how to keep going. you put on a mask during the day with your parents, giving them occasional smiles and laughs that weren’t the kind that warmed their hearts. they knew you weren’t okay, but they also knew they couldn’t force you to talk about it or you’d shut down completely. your nights consisted of taking a benzodiazepine in order to fall asleep, you couldn’t sleep without them. you tried, it only led to intense panic attacks and hysterical sobs that made your mother’s heart break in front of you.

this morning had been a bit different. you were awakened when you felt a weight in your bed, and in the haze of waking up you initially thought it was rafe. you shot up the moment you remembered everything, eyes widening and heart racing, but you looked over to see sarah in your bed. "oh my god, sarah you scared the hell out of me!" you exclaimed, holding a hand over your chest.

she let out a giggle, "i'm sorry, your mom let me in. i miss you," her tone was gentle. you had become very close with sarah during your relationship with rafe. being over at the cameron's house so often led to a beautiful friendship forming between the two of you. she was like a sister to you, something you cherished deeply as you didn't grow up with a sister.

you felt a pang of guilt in your chest at her words. you knew she missed you, she'd messaged you every single day since your break up without fail, even if you didn't always text back. you had seen her a couple times, but when she asked about what happened, you told her you weren't ready to talk about it. sarah was incredibly understanding, knowing how much you loved her brother and not wanting to push you too far.

"i miss you too, sar. i'm sorry i've been such a shit friend lately." you responded to her. you gave her a small smile, curling up next to her as she sat against your headboard.

"it's okay, i know you're not doing great with everything going on right now," she trailed off with a sad smile, "but, you're going out with me tonight!" she became animated as she spoke.

you didn't have it in your heart to deny her, not when she looked at you like you were the most important person in her world. "you know i can't say no to you. where are we going?" you asked curiously.

"there's going to be a huge party at the boneyard, and you're coming with me. no ifs, ands, or buts." she giggled out, "i need to get you out of your room, you're rotting away in here, babe."

"god, you sound just like my mother," you teased back. "i'll go though, i miss you more than you know. i even miss the pogues a bit." you both laughed, referencing her newer relationship with john b.

you couldn't prevent your curiosity from getting the better of you, "how- how has he been?"

sarah bit her lip, debating internally how much to tell you. "he's been... not great. i don't see him much when i'm home, he's usually in his room with the door shut. he's been a lot more moody too, snapping at literally everyone in the house. it probably didn't help that i told him he's an idiot and he fucked up the best thing to ever happen to him."

you couldn't suppress the laugh that slipped through your lips or the slight satisfaction you felt knowing that you weren't the only one struggling. "i love you sar. thank you." you leaned over, giving her a hug.

"i love you too. now get your ass up and shower. we're getting you a new outfit for the party."

you spent the next few hours strolling through the streets of figure eight with sarah. your arms held multiple shopping bags, filled with clothes she insisted you needed for tonight. you were incredibly grateful that she had forced you out of bed, you actually felt human for the first time since everything happened.

you found yourself in a small cafe, giggling as sarah told you a story from one of her drunken adventures with the pogues.

“you know… you should talk to jj tonight. i know he thinks you’re hot.” sarah gave you a mischievous smile as she wiggled her brows.

“funny,” you rolled your eyes playfully at her, “but it’s way too soon for me to get into anything with anybody right now.”

“i didn’t mean start dating him, i just think you would have fun together.”

“i just- i don’t know, sar. i’ve been such a wreck these past few weeks… can i tell you what happened?” you looked up from your fingers to meet her eyes, now widened with shock.

“yeah, of course you can. but don’t feel like you have to if you don’t want to.”

you were grateful for her support, going into your explanation of how the last couple months of your relationship, rafe’s behavior changed drastically. sarah hung on to your every word, needing to know exactly what led to the end of your relationship.

“and so i walked into the country club to surprise him. i spent the whole morning getting ready, did my makeup how he likes, even wore a new sundress that i know he would have loved. but i walked in and…” you looked up as your vision began to blur, “he was talking with some bitch i’ve never seen before bartending. she had short brunette hair, but he fucking smirked at her the way he only does- did for me. and- and then, she basically fucking held his hand while she fucked him with her eyes, and he let it happen!”

you spit the words out like they were poison on your tongue, not noticing your voice beginning to raise with frustration. sarah’s jaw was nearly on the floor.

“what the- what the fuck?” she racked her brain, trying to remember if she’d seen anyone matching your description recently, but nothing came to her.

“god, shit. i’m so sorry, babe. i don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him.” she attempted to console you as you dabbed your eyes with a napkin.

you shrugged your shoulders, “what’s done is done. i just want to forget about everything for a while.”

she nodded, “then let’s go get ready. we can pregame at yours and ride with john b and them.”

after a few shots, a couple hours spent transforming yourself to not look like you spent the last three weeks trying to cope with your break up, and a lot of laughter, you and sarah were ready to go.

you wore a cropped loosely crocheted white sweater over your pink bikini and a white miniskirt that hugged your hips , the strings from your bottom peaking out from the top of it. you were finally feeling good about yourself again, and you’d be damned if you let anyone ruin it.

the ride to the boneyard only lifted your spirits more. it was impossible not to laugh around the pogues, especially when jj did whatever he could to hear your giggle.

you arrived just as the party was beginning to pick up. relief flooded your veins when you didn’t see rafe anywhere. you knew it was a possibility he’d be here, but it was going to be significantly easier to have a decent night without his presence lingering around.

you filled up a red solo cup at the keg, downing the cheap alcohol before refilling it.

“slow down there, or you might not make it too long.” jj approached you, giving you a flirty smile.

you gave him a laugh in response, “i’ll be fine, jay. i just want to be able to let loose tonight.”

“stick by me then, don’t want any of these pervs creeping on you.” the thinly veiled concern in his voice made you smile. you know he’s flirting, but it’s clear he wants to keep you safe knowing it’s your first night out in so long.

you spent the next hour surrounded by the pogues, and true to his word, jj looked out for you. he did so well that you failed to notice who had shown up to the party, the one and only rafe cameron.

rafe, on the other hand, saw you immediately upon arriving. it was impossible for him not to when your presence demanded his attention. he was not happy to see who you were hanging around with. his ongoing beef with the pogues was well known by everybody on the island. he didn’t come to party though, he had other business to attend to as barry gave him a side eye, “fuck are you doing, country club? you can fight for your girl later, we’ve got shit to do.”

your drink had somehow disappeared. your furrowed your brows as you looked down, giggling to yourself as you told your friends you were going to get another one. you were at the perfect level of drunk, not to the point of blacking out or vomiting, but to where you couldn’t quite walk in a straight line and everything was funny to you.

you stumbled up to the keg, starting to fill up your cup when you felt someone watching you. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, you instantly knew who it was. it was as though there was a chip in you that alerted you to when he was nearby. you took a deep breath as you turned your head slightly, seeing rafe sat next to a man you didn’t know as he handed a small plastic bag filled with overpriced coke to a touron. rafe’s eyes didn’t leave you as he signaled him to leave.

you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, the hand holding onto your cup now trembling and the lump in your throat building. rafe stood, starting to approach you as you froze. your brain was screaming at you to run but your body refused to move an inch.

“what the fuck do you want, cameron?” your words were spat out with venom. your tone clearly surprised you both as he looked shocked momentarily. you were typically one to stand your ground, but never ever was your attitude aimed towards him.

“what do you mean ‘what the fuck do i want’? you fucking up and left out of nowhere and haven’t spoken to me in almost a month.” his voice was filled with anger, his nose flaring as he clenched his jaw.

you let out a humorless laugh, “out of nowhere? you can’t be serious, rafe. you treated me like shit the last few months of our relationship.” you didn’t yet mention seeing his interaction with the bartender at the country club, not knowing if topper and kelce had told him about seeing you when you left that fateful day.

“what? be-because i couldn’t be with you twenty-four fucking seven? like i- i wasn’t out working my ass off to afford nice shit for you?”

“‘working your ass off’ will you stop fucking lying to me? i fucking saw you at the country club,” his facial expression showed confusion, bringing his brows together to try and understand what you were talking about, “you let that bitch touch you, you looked at her how you used to look at me. i spent hours getting ready, i showed up, wanting to surprise my boyfriend for lunch, and what do i see? my boyfriend letting some bartender hang off of him while he flirts with her?”

your voice had raised as you got more and more angry. you were now shouting at him as other partygoers failed to hide their stares and murmuring. nobody ever talked to the kook prince the way you currently were, unless they wanted their face bashed in.

rafe grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you down the beach and away from others. you stumbled behind him, knowing you weren’t physically or mentally strong enough to push him away.

when you looked up at him, you suddenly noticed his blown-out pupils. you felt your heart sink. “you’re using again.” you stated flatly.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. “don’t act like you fucking care.” he spat out at you.

“jesus fucking christ- rafe, when did you start again?”

“don’t worry about it. when did you come to the country club?” his tone was demanding, sparking further irritation in you.

“the day i left. i- i let a lot of shit slide for too long, because… because i wanted to be a good girlfriend and support you when i thought you were just stressed out from work. and, in return, i get to watch my boyfriend make me look like a fucking idiot.”

rafe was silent for a minute, his lips pursed as he clearly was trying to remember what he was doing before he came home to an angry ward and an empty room. then realization hit him, he knew exactly what you were talking about. he brought his palm up to his face, groaning.

when he was about to speak, he was cut off. “is cameron bothering you?” jj’s familiar voice called out. you looked past rafe’s large figure to see all of the pogues standing beside him, looking ready for a fight if it came to it.

rafe gave a humorless chuckle, “stay the fuck out of it, pogue.” he clearly wouldn’t go down without a fight either.

your heart stopped for a moment and your body filled with ice cold terror as jj pulled out a gun that was hidden behind his back in his waistband. it was clear you weren’t the only one not expecting it as the rest of them looked at jj with concern, john b telling him to put it away. “yeah? let’s fucking go, rafe. been itching for a fight for too long.”

everything became blurred. the mixture of shouting, seeing figures suddenly moving towards each other, and the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot, and then everything went black.

[eitaababe]

Could I request a Jj x reader angst but with a happy ending ? Reader and Jj get into a fight and he says nasty things to her and they don’t speak for days until he sees her at a party where someone is flirting with her and they talk it out ?

TALK IT OUT.

jj maybank x kook! reader.

[ a/n ; this took entirely way too long for me to finish but lol hope you enjoy! ]

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"JJ?" you called out softly, hearing the familiar onset of knocks at your bedroom window.

You could spot him through the glass– wearing a new bruise on his cheek. Sleepiness long forgotten, you jumped out of bed, quickly opening your window and ushering him in.

"Hey, Princess." He grinned the same toothy smile, as if his left cheek wasn't currently throbbing. Complying with your fussy movements, he sat at the edge of the bed, watching you rummage quietly around for a first aid kit.

You huffed, heading to your bathroom before coming back, the small bag in hand. "Jesus, what happened?" You muttered, more of a hypothetical question than anything else.

"You should see the other guy." He lightly jokes, avoiding the question altogether. It was like this every time– he'd show up, beaten and bruised, refusing to acknowledge the seriousness of the situation. And you knew it was coming from home, but JJ never let you catch onto more than that.

"JJ." You finally sighed out, tone stern.

"Y/n." He responded, grinning like a fool.

"I'm serious," you huffed. "You gotta tell me what's going on. This- this isn't healthy-"

"What, you want me to stop coming over here? I don't got anywhere else to go!" He scoffed, suddenly defensive.

"I want you to be honest with me!" You pleaded, still sitting at the edge of the bed, looking up as he paced throughout your room. "I know there's something going on at home, and I want to help, JJ-"

"You want me to be honest?" He breathed out, tongue poking at his cheek before he spoke up again. "Alright. Yeah, here's honesty- you live such a perfect life, princess. Nice house, nice family, living on figure 8. And you're what- hanging out with me? Some dirt bag from the cut? You wouldn't get what my life's like- alright? You can't understand."

"But I want to understand," you breathed out, standing and trying to meet his eyes. "If you'd just let me-"

"God, Y/n, I'm not some charity case! What, you gonna call CPS on me? Try and fix me? I'm already fucked up, I get that. But I don't need your fake pity. This- I don't know what you thought this was," he scoffs, each word digging further into your chest like a blade, "But this isn't a relationship, princess. It was just fun, okay? So stop tryin' to get all sappy-feely on me."

You recoiled at his words, going quiet. Your mind raced through all your times together, the pillow talks, late night rendezvous at the beach, or even the small and intimate moments where he'd come over, relying on you to patch him up and inevitably staying the night in your bed.

"Right," you agreed softly, missing the subtle regret on his face. "Sorry."

"Princess-"

"No, no, you're right," you shook your head, breathing out. "It's just casual. I shouldn't have overstepped," you cleared your throat, nodding towards the window. "You should go."

He went quiet, mouth opening and closing as if he tried to think of what to say in response. But he settled for a quick nod, crawling back out the window.

You don't reach out the next couple of days, ignoring JJ's attempts of trying to make small talk. But you'd caught yourself sulking in bed, deciding you needed to make a change. Sarah had coaxed you out of bed, deciding that a party with the kooks would be the best way to let loose.

You had your doubts, but she wouldn't take no for an answer.

So there you stood, next to the bonfire with a beer in hand. The night had been completely uneventful, until you were approached by some other party goer. You knew of the boy, his name has started with an E. Ethan? Evan? You racked your brain, plastering on a polite smile as he greeted you.

"Hey, Y/n," he grinned, nodding your way. "Having fun?"

"Hey, E..." you trailed off, a shy, slightly bashful smile on your face.

"Eden." He finished for you, chuckling. "Where's your bodyguard?"

You furrowed a brow, confused before it clicked. You and JJ always ended up at parties together, many aware of the unofficial official relationship you two had. It was another cruel reminder of his absence, but you pulled yourself out of it.

"Maybank? He's not- we're not really.."

"So you're available?" Eden grinned, his once boyish grin morphing into something that could only cause discomfort. You glanced around, hoping for an outlet out of the conversation.

"Okay, even if I was-" you scoffed, eyes widening when he took a step closer, the alcohol all consuming from his breath.

"Nah, cmon, let's go-"

"Hey, dickwad!"

You'd never been so happy to hear the familiar voice, turning and relaxing at the sight of his messy locks. JJ's arms were immediately on you, wrapping over your shoulder. "Tryin' to steal my girl?"

"Woah, she told me-"

"Get lost," JJ cut him off, grinning and waving him off with a gesture. Once he was out of sight, the blonde turned back to you, expression softening with concern. "You alright, baby? He didn't try anything, did-"

"I'm fine." You muttered, pulling back from his hold. You didn't meet his eye, your cold tone causing his shoulders to droop.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" He sighed, looking down at you. He paused, trying to collect his scattered thoughts. "I just- I've never really done anything more than hookups-"

"That's not an excuse-"

"Let me finish, woman," he huffed, pressing a finger over your lips to shut you up, suppressing a grin at the cute pout on your face. "I know it's not an excuse. But I got scared, and I didn't mean it, okay? It's just- you're perfect. You're from this great, rich, and nice family and I'm just- I'm just me. I'm broke, I have a dad who beats me, dirt poor-"

"You don't have to berate yourself so much, it's making me start to feel bad." You grumbled out, looking down at the space between you two.

"So you're sayin' it's working?" He grinned, lowering his head to meet your eyes. As the corners of your mouth quirked up, he pushed further. "Cmon, princess, y'know I'm sorry. Won't happen again."

You huffed at the promise, rolling your eyes. "Promise?"

"Scout's honor." JJ teased, eyes twinkling as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Any cold facade you'd put on melted at that, as you leaned in, head burying into his chest. "Asshole."

"I know." He laughed, playfully tickling your side. "And 'm sorry. Promise I'll talk with you about all that stuff."

"Good," you nodded, smiling softly up at him.

"Great," JJ added, grinning back. "Now can we please go back to the party so we can watch a drunk Kie yell about saving those damn turtles?"

[cameronluvr]

STEPPED IN — toxic!rafe x reader (short oneshot)

summary: ward separates a fight between you and his son after rafe physically puts his hands on you. you leave and find comfort in the pogues.

warnings: toxic relationship, face grabbing, rafe slapping reader, yelling, fighting, rafe and ward arguing, cuss words, mean!rafe, angst, kind of happy ending though (thanks to the pogues) 🫶🏻

MY MASTERLIST / RAFE MASTERLIST

rose and ward were sat peacefully in the living room enjoying their time together when they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of you and rafe arguing as you enter the house.

“don’t walk away from me” you say to your boyfriend, following him into his home through the back door into the kitchen. “i’m walking away because i will literally punch you if i don’t.” rafe says, followed by a stern “hey” from his dad over in the next room.

“go on then, hit me” you laugh, grabbing his arm and yanking him back to turn him around, he stops and faces you in the middle of the kitchen. “hey, stop it, now… both of you” ward says, looking over at you from the living room into the open kitchen.

neither of you give him your attention, not taking your eyes from each others. his breathing is hitched and his face is angry, you can tell he’s trying so hard not to lash out on you in front of his parents.

“…you’re a fucking stupid liar, you know that?” you speak up, breaking the moment of silence out of anger. he took a deep breath in before reaching his hand over to grip your jaw hard, pulling your face closer to his. “say that shit again i dare you” he warns before his dad steps in.

“right, that’s enough” ward raises his voice, stepping up from the couch and rushing over to the kitchen. “fucking. stupid. liar.” you slowly repeat your words while looking into his eyes which sent him over the edge, finally snapping as he lets go of your jaw and slaps you across the face.

the slap was hard, it made your head turn in the other direction and instantly raise your hand to your cheek to cup it. “who do you think you are, huh?” he raises his voice, “rafe, stop it” his dad is quick to pull him back, where he shoves his son in anger. “what the hell’s wrong with you?!” ward yells at rafe as he diverts his attention to his dad now.

“she fuckin’ started it—” rafe yells, pointing over to you who is standing there holding your face with tears in your eyes, his slap hurt like a bitch. “i do not care, rafe, you do not put your fucking hands on her like that, you hear me?” ward shouts, not wanting to hear any kind of excuse for what he just did.

“you just gonna take her side like that?” rafe scoffs a laugh, acting like hitting his girlfriend was a normal thing to do. “i’m not taking sides, rafe, i don’t give a shit what she did, okay? don’t you dare hit her like that” ward shouts, pointing in his sons face as they stand inches apart.

“fucking asshole.” you mumble as you walk away with tears running down your face. “the fuck did you just say?” rafe asks, turning to face you and attempting to follow you out but his dad grabbed him and forced him back. “son, stop it” he practically begs his son with his hands on his shoulders, needing him to calm down. you headed back outside where you shut the door behind you, still hearing them yelling from inside as you walk away.

walking down and out of the driveway, you see john b’s twinkie pull up outside with everyone in it. “y/n?” sarah asks, immediately opening the van door and jumping out to see if you’re okay. “oh, hey” you sniffle, wiping away and attempting to hide your tears from the pogues. “you okay?” john b asks as everyone has their eyes on you who has a red mark on your cheek.

“not really. i wouldn’t go in there, your dad and rafe are arguing like crazy” you say, pointing to her house. “why?” she asks. “well, rafe just hit me so…” you sigh.

“wait what?”

“rafe hit you?”

the pogues in the van spoke up as kiara jumped out to comfort you, too. “yeah…” you say, turning your head to show them the red mark on your cheek. “that’s what that is?” kiara gasps, pulling you into a hug to make you feel better.

“i’m gonna kill him—”

��i don’t think you need to, your dad’s halfway there” you cut sarah off with a scoffed laugh. “ugh… we came so i could grab my surf board, though” sarah says, wanting to go get it but also wanting to avoid her brother who she wants to fight with right now.

“you can use mine, i have a spare” you smile, “hell yeah, come with us” jj says from inside, standing up inside the twinkie to invite you in. “sure…” you giggle, stepping into the van as sarah and kie follow behind you, shutting the door once you were all back inside.

on the drive to your house to grab some swimwear and your surfboards, you tell the pogues what happened between you and rafe. “and he promised me months ago that he wouldn’t touch that shit again, and what did i do? i caught him snorting it” you explain to your friends that rafe had gotten back into his drug habit behind your back after getting clean and promising you he’d be better, until you caught him racking up lines and sniffing them out on his back porch.

“you seriously need to break up with him,” pope says, “yeah, he’s such a prick.” jj adds. you sigh, knowing you should break up with him, but you dread of the fights and arguments it would bring, so you try to avoid it. “yeah, jj’s single if you’re ever in need…” john b says from the drivers seat, making you laugh. jj reaches over and nudges john b, telling him to shut up.

even though you were in the most toxic relationship ever, you were just glad you had your friends there for you whenever you need. they turned a bad day into a good one, and you spent the rest of it at the beach, surfing and having fun.

SUPER DUPER SHORT ONE SORRY!!!!🥲 i’ve been so busy i haven’t had much time to write :/ but i came up with this little oneshot for you all to make up for it. NOT PROOFREAD. feel free to point out any mistakes <3

— i have some drafts cooking up. they are much longer than this don’t worry 🎀

@cameronluvr

[vampiriito]

Pillow talk and the fifth amendment (2)

(JJ Maybank x pogue! reader x Rafe Cameron ) ..in which you found yourself torn between two worlds when your best friend, JJ Maybank, who you've been in love with since forever starts dating Kiara. In a jealousy haze you start hooking up with Rafe Cameron, the infamous kook prince. Do you manage to keep everything casual and under control? No, is it fun? Also kind of no, given you hate yourself each time you managed to orgasm. And especially since Rafe's favorite activity is to pick on you and your friends outside the bedroom..

"Casual"

variants or less commonly friends with benefits or fuck buddies

chiefly US

"A relationship without any strings attached, no need for feelings or emotions just something to do when you're bored. No loyalties so can be with multiple people if would like to. Rather than having a relationship that focuses on the emotional needs, this type of relationship is based only on sexual needs. In between boyfriends? Feeling restless? Horny? Lonely? Jealous of your best friend dating someone else? It's at this time when you call up your your "friend" and fullfill the "obligations" of a casual relationship. During this, you are fullfulling your sexual needs. "

Smoking weed has always been your favorite past time. Especially with JJ. It made things more intense. You always felt like you and JJ had more tension than usual when you were high, more prone to kissing. That was until he started dating Kie 3 months ago. It was never the same. It became a way to get yourself to feel more paranoid and jumpy, more irritated. Especially when in front of you JJ was sitting cuddled up with Kiara, whispering shit in her ear and then disappearing to makeout or do other stuff. It was hell truly.

Still, here you were. Smoking weed with the pogues on the HMS pogue out in the water on a awfully hot day. The blunt was passed around on the boat, John B and Pope arguing about something while Sarah next to her boyfriend chiming in from time to time. It was worse for you. Kiara and JJ were sitting next to each other giggling like dumbasses and sharing a bottle of beer while high out of their minds, while you sat next to Sarah, only half listening to the playful banter. Mainly cause of the talk JJ had with you 3 days ago at the party, about wanting to kiss you and such. It felt like a cheap drunk set-up and you felt used. Although you didn't bring it up to him. You had no right and it would make it weird. Weirder than it already was.

JJ was high and buzzed, both the alcohol and weed mixing together in his system. He was feeling good and giggly, and his mind was occupied half the time on what his friends were talking about, and the other half the time completely focused on Kiara who was sitting next to him, pressed up against his side with her arm wrapped around his waist. As they whispered to eachother, and shared little giggles about random inside jokes they had and secret comments, JJ couldn't help but glance over at you and Sarah every now and then from the corner of his eyes.

He continued to glance in your direction here and there, noticing the slightly bitter look on your face as you smoked the joint with Pope and John B. He couldn't tell if you were just in a bad mood, or if there was also something else bothering you, but he didn't want to assume anything. His attention was soon grabbed back to Kiara, as she whispered something in his ear and her fingertips played with the waistband of his shorts.

He let out a low chuckle in response to whatever Kiara had whispered, his eyes flickering back to you for just a moment.

"You're a menace, you know that," he replied, looking down at her with a smirk. He let his gaze wander around the boat, taking in the relaxed atmosphere and the bickering between John B and Pope about some nonsense as they passed the joint around. His eyes landed on you once more, seeming to linger there for a few seconds longer this time.

He couldn't stop himself from thinking about what had happened between the two of you a few days back at the party, and wondered what you were thinking about. Did you regret doing that? Did you hate his guts for talking to you the following day like normal and being all drunk and stupid at the party? His thoughts were interrupted when Kiara spoke up to him again, her voice bringing him back to the present and the little pocket of reality on the boat.

"Hey, earth to JJ.." She gently elbowed him in the side, her voice filled with playful annoyance. "I was saying that we should find a secluded spot for a little while."

He glanced back at her and smirked, his mind already going to what she was suggesting.

He chuckled and nodded, turning his head towards her. "Oh yeah? And what exactly are you planning on doing once we find this secluded spot, hm?"

He spoke with a grin, his voice lowering as they continued to speak just to each other, ignoring the others around them in their own little world again.

She smirked back at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you know... Just a little bit of... Exploration."

She let her fingers wander back up to the waistband of his shorts, playing with the fabric and tracing her fingertips against his skin.

He shivered at the touch of her fingers as they played with the waistband of his shorts, igniting a spark of desire within him. He leaned in a little closer, his eyes flickering down to her lips before meeting her gaze again.

"Yeah? I'm always down for some...exploration."

She leaned in closer as well, her eyes flickering down to his lips and then back up at his eyes.

"Good," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. She inched even closer, making sure their bodies were pressed together. "Then let's get off this boat and go find somewhere private."

You tried to keep your gaze on Pope who was talking about something while Sarah snuggled into JB's side, occasionally laughing at his jokes but it was futile. So when the blunt was passed back to you, you made sure to take the longest drag up until now, exhaling the smoke slowly while simultaneously laughing at Pope. Which resulted in you coughing while laughing. "And you're telling me you-.. said that to her?" you asked Pope, who was telling you about his attempt at picking up a girl at the party 3 days ago. Which was funnier while high.

John B chuckled as he heard the end of Pope's story, his hand idly rubbing Sarah's shoulder while she snuggled into his side, half-listening to the conversation.

"Yeah he did." He chimed in, looking at Pope and shaking his head. "And she just walked away right after. Didn't stick around to hear the rest of his pitch."

"Are you kidding me?" you pouted slightly, looking at Pope, "I'll teach you some pick up lines.." you said teasingly, feigning disappointment.

Pope rolled his eyes playfully, a smirk on his lips as he responded. "Yeah, yeah, like you can do any better."

John B chuckled, his arm casually wrapping around Sarah's shoulder as he nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'd like to see you do better."

"Hey i got laid 2 times at the party.. I'd say my charm worked.." you shrugged pointing to a fading mark on your neck and another one on your shoulder proudly.

All three of the boys looked at you in surprise when you mentioned that, their eyes quickly going to the marks on your neck and shoulder. John B and Pope exchanged a glance with each other as they realized what they were looking at, while JJ visibly tensed for a second before masking it with a smirk.

"Damn, looks like someone's been busy." JJ tried to keep his voice casual but still couldn't hide the hint of curiosity in his tone.

"It was the same guy both times.." you told JB, Pope and Sarah after casting a silent glance in JJ's direction, studying him and Kiara without saying a word.

JB and Pope's eyebrows raised in surprise at your admission, sharing another quick glance between them. John B was the first to speak up, looking at you with slight disbelief.

"The same guy? Twice? Damn.." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Lucky bastard."

"Well.. he's good at what he does.. lemme tell you that." you smirked, taking a drag from the blunt when it was passed to you, adjusting your glasses.

All three boys chuckled at your comment, clearly impressed and slightly jealous. They hadn't expected you to actually answer so openly and casually about the subject.

"I bet he's good, given that he scored twice." JJ spoke up before he could stop himself, the words slipping out as he continued to glance at you from time to time.

"Oh not just twice." you stated simply, glancing at JJ, a silent smugness in your gaze before grinning lazily to the others.

The boys' eyes widened at your words, their jaws practically dropped as they tried to keep their expressions somewhat neutral.

Pope couldn't help but blurt out a response, his voice filled with disbelief. "Wait, what do you mean 'not just twice'?"

That's why you hated smoking. It made you more bold. Especially since you were slightly bitter from all the flirting JJ was doing with his girlfriend in front of you. Still maybe you shouldn't have brought up the subject. "We've been hooking up for weeks." you shrugged casually.

The boys were completely stunned at your candid revelation, their mouths opening and closing a few times as they tried to process what you had just said.

John B's eyebrows were raised so high they were almost lost in his hairline, while Pope just stared at you with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. JJ's expression was the most neutral, but his eyes were fixated on you as he absorbed the information.

"Wait, 'weeks'?" Finally, Pope managed to utter a coherent response, his voice filled with shock as his eyes widened in surprise.

"3 Months.. roughly." you hummed, fidgeting with your glasses almost lost in thought.

John B and Pope were flabbergasted at your response, their jaws dropping open once more as they tried to wrap their minds around the revelation that you had been hooking up with someone for months.

JJ, however, remained silent for a moment, his expression still neutral though his eyes told a different story. He tried to play it cool, but there was a slight hint of disbelief and something else - perhaps jealousy? - mixed in with his emotions.

He cleared his throat, trying to force a casual tone into his voice. "And this guy, you see each other... regularly?"

"Here and there... it's mainly me doing the requests of hooking up.." you shrugged, adjusting your glasses almost smugly.

The boys exchanged glances, each of them still trying to process the information you had just dropped on them.

John B let out a low whistle, his gaze wandering over to JJ who had gone unusually quiet. "Sounds like you're making some guy very, very happy."

Pope looked at you with a mix of awe and disbelief, shaking his head slightly.

"Damn, three months. That's a long time. The guy must be having the time of his life."

"We don't really get along outside of sleeping together... it's just... beneficial i guess.." you sighed, the weed suddenly intensifying the guilt washing over you. That was the thing with weed, it made you more bold, which wasn't good, because you were sleeping with Rafe Cameron. One of the few people who was a total ass to your friends. And also Sarah's older brother.

The boys exchanged glances again, their eyes widening as they digested your confession.

John B chuckled dryly, shaking his head slightly. "That's, uh... That's definitely a... beneficial arrangement, all right."

JJ was still silent, his eyes fixed on you as his mind reeled. He couldn't believe what he was hearing and he didn't know how to feel about it.

Pope was still trying to wrap his head around the situation. "Wow, it's like... enemies with benefits."

"Yeah... exactly like that." you grinned pointing to Pope.

Pope returned the grin, a smirk spreading across his face. "Enemies with benefits. That's a new one."

John B snickered and shook his head again, his voice still filled with disbelief. "I'm guessing this whole thing is pretty secret then?"

"Yep.. he's older. So y'know.." you nodded sheepishly, "his friends almost walked in on me giving him head at the party 3 days ago.. so i think they know."

The boys' eyebrows shot up at your revelation. John B's eyes widened in surprise while Pope let out a low whistle.

JJ's jaw clenched slightly, his expression still deceptively neutral as he forced himself to speak. "He's... older? How much older?"

"I think he's 21.. or 20. Not sure.." you mumbled, trying to count the age gap in your mind.

The boys exchanged another glance, their eyebrows practically meeting their hairlines as they absorbed this new piece of information.

Pope whistled lowly again. "21 or 20? Damn girl, you really going for the experienced ones, aren't you?"

"Trust me. He knows what he's doing.." you looked between all 5 pogues, your mind flashing back at all the times you hooked up with Rafe. The guilt was still there, given you were doing something like that behind their backs, knowing that they'd probably hate you if they knew it was Rafe. But you still kept talking. Because word vomit did not stop once it came out. Maybe you could finesse this.

The boys listened in silence, their eyes glued to you as you spoke.

John B shifted slightly, his arm still wrapped around Sarah who had been quietly listening to the conversation. "Is there... something more to this than just hooking up, or...?"

"No. We're not a couple by any means. Just fuckbuddies i guess." you replied. You were obviously leaving out the part that you were doing it cause you were in love with JJ. Who was with Kiara.

The boys nodded thoughtfully, their expressions showing a mix of surprise and mild interest at your explanation. JJ looked at you intently, a subtle frown briefly flickering across his face and a slight tension in his jaw.

Pope couldn't help but ask another question. "So... this 'beneficial arrangement' of yours, how'd it... start?"

The question you dreaded most was finally asked. You couldn't tell them that the day JJ and Kiara got together you got blackout drunk and hooked up with Rafe Cameron out of heartbreak and bitterness. That'd be insane. So you just stuck with a vague answer. "Drunk mistake. And then... i dunno, sober mistakes.."

John B nodded, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Drunk mistakes, huh? Sounds like my kind of story." He chuckled softly, glancing at Sarah who still snuggled into his side. Pope smirked as well, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

JJ, on the other hand, remained silent, his expression unreadable. His mind was racing, filled with questions and suspicions about the mysterious guy you were hooking up with.

Pope was the first to speak again, his voice holding a mixture of curiosity and envy. "So, uh... what's this guy like? Aside from the whole being 21 or 20 thing."

"Kinky." You stated simply, looking around the boat before reaching for the blunt discarded on the ashtray, lighting it and taking a slow drag.

Pope chuckled at your simple but direct response, while John B raised his eyebrows and smirked a little.

JJ, on the other hand, tensed up again. The blunt had clearly been doing wonders for your confidence and his mind couldn't help but wonder if you would say more. But he still said nothing, listening intently as the others kept asking questions.

John B gestured for you to pass the blunt to him, which you did, while Pope leaned forwards, a sly smile on his face.

His voice was sly and curious as he spoke, his eyes locked on yours. "So, how... kinky exactly are we talking about here? I'm just curious."

"He let me spit in his mouth." you chuckled lazily, giving Pope one example of many. Because if Rafe was anything, he was kinky all through and through.

John B almost choked on the smoke he was exhaling, coughing as he looked at you in surprise.

Pope's eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of shock and fascination on his face.

But JJ's reaction was more subtle. His eyes darkened slightly, a muscle in his jaw twitching as he tried to keep his expression neutral.

John B finally managed to recover, wiping his watering eyes before speaking up again. "He let you spit in his mouth? Like... literally?"

"Yes. Literally. I was like... riding him or whatever.. and i go 'you want me to spit in your mouth?' and he goes 'yes give it to me.'" you snorted, recalling the moment, your cheeks flushing slightly.

The Pogues were completely floored by your answer.

John B's eyebrows shot up, Pope whistled lowly, and JJ's knuckles clenched involuntarily.

For a moment, no one spoke, the awkward silence broken only when Sarah let out a low chuckle.

John B glanced at her, a look of surprise on his face.

He'd kinda forgotten she was even there, given the conversation had been so.... interesting. "What's so funny, Goldilocks?"

Sarah chuckled again, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Nothing. You guys are just so... shocked. It's adorable."

John B chuckled incredulously, shaking his head in disbelief. "Adorable is not the word I'd use for this."

Pope smirked as well, his voice still tinged with disbelief. "Yeah, none of us were expecting to hear something like that, were we, JJ?" He looked over at JJ, who had been unusually quiet through this whole conversation.

JJ looked up slowly, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before moving away again. He gave a careless shrug, his expression carefully controlled. "I don't know. I don't really go for the kinky stuff."

"Seems like you and Kie have it boring then huh?" you snorted teasingly, looking between him and Kiara, his arm still drapped across her shoulder Which was meant as a joke. Because you knew from countless talks you had with JJ while high that he definitely went for the kinky stuff.

For some reason, that comment rubbed JJ the wrong way. Maybe it was because he could sense the hint of bitterness behind your tone, or maybe it was something else. Either way, he couldn't help but respond.

"Boring ain't a word I'd use, darling," he said, his voice low and slightly colder than usual.

Kiara raised an eyebrow at him, noticing the change in his tone. She shot him a look, a slight frown on her face. "Why are you being so bitchy about it, JJ?"

JJ shrugged carelessly, taking a swig of his beer before replying. "I'm not being bitchy. I just don't think it's any of your business what me and Kie do together, all right?"

"Oh yeah... sure." you replied, nodding with a small awkward smile. The weed was tempting you to just bring up the fact that he was drunkenly begging you to hook up with him 3 days ago, after he admitted he wasn't faithful entirely to his girlfriend. But you didn't wanna be a bitch and ruin the hang out. So you just gave him a small knowing look before taking a drag of the blunt when it was passed back to you.

The others continued chatting and passing the blunts around, but JJ's mind was stuck on your earlier comment. He couldn't stop thinking about the hint of bitterness he had heard in your voice. Was it a hint of... jealousy? No, that didn't make sense. You were hooking up with someone else, you weren't in a position to be jealous of him and Kiara.

He glanced sideways at you, his thoughts racing. Your little knowing look and the way you smirked at him was making his brain work overtime.

The conversation had mostly moved on from your earlier revelation, the Pogues talking about different topics and sipping their beers. JJ, however, couldn't shake the strange feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach. He kept stealing glances at you, his mind still spinning.

He didn't understand why he was feeling so... irritated. Why was he letting your comments get to him? And why was he suddenly so interested in this mystery guy you were seeing?

His eyes followed you as you moved, taking another drag of your blunt, your lips wrapped around the tip in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. He quickly looked away, taking a gulp of beer to distract himself. This was crazy. He was supposed to be happy with Kiara, not staring at you like some creepy weirdo.

JJ found himself watching you more closely, his eyes following your every move. He noticed the way your fingers fidgeted, the way you held the blunt, the way you laughed, the way you smirked. Every little detail suddenly seemed so much more important to him. He took another swig of his beer, his mind still swirling with conflicting thoughts.

You noticed JJ's gaze on you. It was kinda hard not to, to be honest. You glanced at him, your smirk faltering for a split second and coming back almost instantly. You were pleased with the fact that he was bitter for some reason, despite being with Kiara. It was a sick and twisted kind of feeling. It made you wonder, how will he react knowing the mystery man was Rafe, the person he hated most. You glanced back at Pope, snorting in amusement at something he said, adjusting your glasses.

JJ's eyes darkened as he watched you laugh and interact with the others, a mix of irritation and fascination coursing through his veins. He gritted his teeth, the sound of your laugh fueling his irritation further. He could feel a tightness in his chest, a strange feeling of possessiveness that he had never felt before. It was infuriating and he couldn't understand why you were affecting him this way.

After another moment, he looked away, his gaze drifting over to Kiara who was still snuggled into his side.

Kiara glanced up at him, noticing the look on his face. She frowned a little, tilting her head. "You okay, baby?" She asked, her voice soft and filled with concern.

JJ forced a smile, nodding quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just..." He looked over at you again, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Just... distracted, I guess."

"See Pope.. the thing about me is that i will actually do it." You declared proudly, standing up on your feet on the deck of the boat. You took your glasses off, your shorts and vans following, leaving you only in your light blue bathing suit. You grinned, an obvious high grin on your face before back flipping into the water below. Mainly to cool yourself off from the scorching heat and weed. And JJ's heated gaze on the side of your head.

Pope laughed in response, watching you leap off the boat with a mix of admiration and amusement. John B and Sarah chuckled too, while Kiara giggled into JJ's shoulder.

JJ, however, was completely frozen. The sight of you in that bathing suit had rendered him speechless. His eyes stayed glued to the spot where you had been standing, his thoughts racing once more.

He had seen you in bathing suits countless times before. It wasn't a new sight by any means. But something about this time was different. The way the water glistened on your tanned skin, the way the swimsuit clung to your curves, the way your hair became even messier as it got wet. It was all intoxicating to him and it was driving him crazy.

You emerged under the water, pointing to the pogues on the deck on the HMS pogue with a small holler. You suddenly felt lighter, cooled down as you looked up and grinned excitedly, your wet locks sticking to your face and dripping from you as you floated above the surface. Your hands swatted the wet hair from your face, sputtering some water from your mouth.

The Pogues on the deck laughed and cheered, calling out to you and teasing you about your dramatic dive into the water. John B was chuckling, Sarah and Kiara were giggling, and Pope was shaking his head in amusement.

JJ, on the other hand, was still speechless. His eyes drank in every detail of your wet body, his mind going into overdrive. He could feel his heart rate increasing.

He forced his gaze away, tearing his eyes away from you as you splashed around in the water. He took another gulp of his beer, trying to calm the strange feeling raging in his chest. Was this normal? Surely it was just the alcohol and weed messing with his brain, messing with his emotions. It had to be.

He glanced down at Kiara, who was still watching you in the water, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Did anyone bring a towel?" You asked, giggling like a dumbass while you waved your hands above your head and in the water, splashing around while you emerged and submerged from the water from time to time.

John B chuckled, shaking his head. "Nope, sorry sis. You're gonna have to air dry."

Pope and Sarah were laughing, amused by your antics. Kiara chimed in from beside JJ, calling out to you. "You'll just have to drip dry."

You flipped them all off, narrowing your eyes as you looked up at them on the boat, the sun blinding you slightly, "i think my heels touched the back of my head..." you snorted, causing you sputter some more water from your mouth.

The Pogues snickered at that, exchanging amused looks with each other. They could tell you had been feeling the weed and alcohol a little more, with your exaggerated and hilarious reactions.

JJ couldn't help but chuckle too, his eyes shifting to you in the water again. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but the sight of you, wet and smiling, was making it harder and harder to control his thoughts.

He took another gulp of his beer, his mind still swirling with contradictions. Part of him wanted to jump into the water with you, join in the laughter, and forget about the strange feelings he was experiencing.

But another part of him, a part he didn't understand, wanted to just look at you, take in every bit of your wet body, commit it to memory. It was driving him insane.

He clenched his jaw, trying to push the intrusive thoughts away. He was in a relationship dammit, he had no right to think these things about you. He was just being influenced by the alcohol, the weed, the atmosphere. That was it. Nothing more.

But as he watched you sputtering and laughing in the water, the way the sunlight shone on your skin, making it gleam and shine... his resolve was slowly starting to crack.

You continued splash around, giggling while swimming around the boat, "I'm so high guys... i can barely feel my legs.." you spoke, hollering once again and whooping the water gently.

The Pogues all laughed, some of them hollering and whooping back. They were all enjoying the high a little too much, the whole scene taking a light and carefree atmosphere.

JJ couldn't help but smirk at your antics, your laughter and whooing making his mind spin even more. The sight of you, carefree and high, was both enchanting and infuriating.

He took another swig of his beer, his mind going into overdrive. What was this feeling? Why was he getting so worked up over you just enjoying yourself? He had seen you in a bathing suit countless times before, he knew what you looked like wet and laughing.

But this time… this time was different. The alcohol and weed were making it harder for him to control his thoughts. Harder for him to ignore the possessive and territorial feelings bubbling underneath the surface.

His eyes followed your every move, watching as you continued to swim and splash around. He wanted to look away, to stop himself from staring, but he couldn’t. It was like your high and carefree attitude had him hypnotized, making it impossible for him to look anywhere else.

As he stared, taking in every detail of your wet body, the sound of Kiara’s voice suddenly jolted him out of his trance.

"Hey," Kiara said softly, her voice a sharp contrast to the laughter and whooping around you. She looked up at JJ with a small frown, her eyes narrowing.

JJ blinked, breaking out of his trance. He turned to look at Kiara, his expression shifting back to its neutral state from before. "Yeah?"

"You're watching her a lot..." Kiara noted, a hint of annoyance in her tone. JJ tensed up, realizing he had been caught.

He tried to play it off, shrugging casually. "Am I? I didn't even notice."

Kiara's frown deepened, her eyes narrowing further. She obviously wasn't convinced by his attempt to play it off. She tilted her head, studying him intently.

"You sure you didn't notice? Cuz I swear, your eyes haven't left her body for the past five minutes."

JJ blinked again, mentally cursing himself. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as Kiara called him out. He tried to keep his voice steady.

"I was just... keeping an eye on her, ya know. Making sure she's alright, since she's high as a kite and all."

Kiara raised an eyebrow, skepticism written all over her face. "Really? Is that why you're ogling her like you've never seen a girl in a bathing suit before? Gimme a break."

"Guys... there's a boat comin'.." you called out, facing away from the pogues, putting an unknowing stop to JJ's and Kiara's small argument. And it was true, there was a boat approaching. And by the looks of it, it looked like one full of kooks, hollering and laughing.

John B and the rest of the Pogues were immediately on high alert. They all sat up straight, the carefree mood instantly being shattered by the sight of the approaching boat.

John B squinted, trying to make out the details of the oncoming boat. "Shit. Kooks."

As they approached though, you could faintly make out the people on the boat, due to the lack of glasses and water in your eyes. And you felt a slight panic rise in your chest. Rafe Cameron. With other kooks, laughing and hollering loudly, music playing from somewhere on the big yacht. The boat came to a stop, a feet good feet beside you, Rafe peering down at your form in the water smirking.

The Pogues tensed up as the boat came into view, their eyes going wide as they recognized Rafe and his crew. JJ in particular bristled, his jaw clenching tightly as he saw Rafe's smirk.

As the boat rocked onto the water beside the Pogue, Rafe's eyes landed on you, a predatory grin spreading on his face. He leaned over the side of the boat, his gaze wandering over your body in the water.

"Well, well, well. Look who we've got here." Rafe drawled, his tone dripping with faux politeness. His eyes roamed over your form, his grin becoming more wolfish as he took in your appearance.

You were desperately praying he wouldn't say anything to give out the nature of your relationship, especially when you had just told the pogues about your secret hook up buddy just a little bit ago. "In flesh and bones.." you smirked sardonically, eyeing him with a gaze that silently said 'behave yourself.'

Rafe laughed, leaning even further over the edge of the boat. His eyes were still roving over your body, taking in every inch of you. The other kooks behind him were snickering and giggling, clearly amused by the scene.

"Well if it isn't good ol' party princess. Enjoying the afternoon?" he said, his voice dripping with mock innocence.

"Very much so.." you nodded in mock curtness, glancing back at the pogues on the HMS pogue behind you, eyeing the exchange with a hint of worry and concern.

Rafe chuckled again, his eyes flickering to the Pogues for a moment before returning to you. He could sense their worry, their unease. It seemed to amuse him even more.

"Looks like you've been having some fun out here, huh? Getting all wet and wild, like usual." he taunted, his tone suggestive and cocky.

"You sound like a lame villain from a kids' cartoon.." you called back, deadpanning and trying to communicate silently that he was gonna owe you for this interaction later when you saw each other.

Rafe chuckled at that, slightly taken aback by your blunt response. He wasn't used to you being so sarcastic and unimpressed in public. But he also knew you were just playing it cool, for the sake of the Pogues behind you. It amused him.

"Oh, you've got yourself a comedian here, guys.." he mock-yelled to his friends behind him, who snickered and hooted in response.

He turned back to you, his smirk widening into a sly grin. "We're throwing a party tonight on The Wreck. You should come by. It's gonna be a real rager."

"Yeah... uh, I'll pass.. Thanks for the invite though.." you denied feigning politeness as you fixed him with a irritated look.

Rafe's smirk turned into a scowl at your refusal. He didn't like being turned down, especially in front of his friends.

"Oh, come on. Don't be a buzzkill. It'll be fun. I'm sure your little friends will love it too." He gestured over to the Pogues behind you, his tone becoming more derisive.

JJ's face darkened as Rafe gestured to the Pogues. He knew exactly what Rafe was trying to do, and it wasn't going to fly.

"We're not interested in your snob party, Rafe." he shot back, glaring up at Rafe with open hostility.

Rafe's eyes narrowed as he met JJ's glare. He was clearly not used to being defied like this, especially by a Pogue.

"Oh, relax, Maybank. You're just pissed because you can't afford the champagne we're serving." he sneered.

"You know i don't get drunk off of champagne Rafe... I'm more of a hard liquor girl.." you mumbled, stepping in with a cold irritated comeback. You knew Rafe disliked JJ more since you both have started secretly hooking up, mainly cause you were in love with the blonde boy. It made him more hostile and condescending towards JJ, for some weird reason.

Rafe clenched his jaw, his irritation flaring further as you stepped in to defend JJ. It was one thing being defied by JJ, but being defied by you… it was infuriating.

"Yeah, we all know you're a bit of a lush, princess." he retorted, his tone dripping with condescension. "But I doubt you and your Pogue friends can handle the quality of alcohol we'll be serving at The Wreck."

JJ's eyes darkened further at Rafe's insult. He was getting more and more angry by the minute, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Watch your mouth, man. You don't get to talk to her like that." he snapped, his voice low and dangerous.

Rafe chuckled, his smirk returning to his face. He was enjoying getting a rise out of JJ. It was entertaining.

"Oh my bad. I forgot I was talking to the local Pogue hero. Gotta defend your little princess, right?" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Can you not be a dick?" you snapped, your expression hardening at his subtle jab.

Rafe's smirk faltered for a moment at your sudden snap. He wasn't expecting you to jump in so suddenly.

"What, you're mad at me now too?" he retorted, his voice cocky once again.

You knew what he was trying to do, and it wasn't gonna work. Not when in private he was begging you to get him to finish or come over to fuck. The jab, although directed at JJ was more for you, given he knew how in love with JJ you were and how JJ wasn't reciprocating those feelings. Hence the whole secret hook up buddy thing with him. "You're not entertaining anyone but yourself, Cameron.." you stated coldly, running a hand through your wet hair.

Rafe's expression turned to a scowl as you called him out on his bullshit, his eyes narrowing at your bluntness. He hated how well you knew him, how you saw right through his attempts to get under JJ's skin. It was infuriating, especially because he couldn't let on in front of the Pogues that he had anything going on with you. "Oh yeah? Well I'm entertained, and that's all that matters, princess".

"I'm sure.." you trailed off vaguely, fixing him with an intense look, one that said 'back down, you're just making it worse.'

Rafe grumbled under his breath, his scowl only deepening as he got the message behind your intense look. He knew he was pushing his luck, and he didn't want to risk revealing anything in front of the Pogues.

He let out a frustrated huff, his gaze flickering to the Pogues behind you for a moment before returning to you.

"Fine. But you're seriously missing out."

"More booze for you right?" you smiled sardonically, shrugging while trying to keep yourself afloat at the same time.

Rafe chuckled slightly at your comment, his temper cooling a little.

"Yeah, I guess. More high-quality booze for me and the kooks. We'll be drinking till dawn."

"Mhm.. holding my breath by the phone.." you muttered. To others it may have seemed weird and cryptic but Rafe knew what it meant. You were both aware he was gonna drunk text you later tonight and you loved poking at the fact subtly without anyone noticing.

Rafe's expression softened faintly as you muttered your subtle tease. He knew no one else would understand the hidden message, and he found it almost endearing.

He shot you a small, secret smirk, silently acknowledging your play. He couldn't wait to text you later, when he was a bit more inebriated and less in control of his thoughts.

JJ observed the entire interaction between you and Rafe with a mix of irritation and discomfort. He watched the way you both spoke to each other, the subtle hints and glances that only the two of you seemed to understand.

He couldn't figure out why he was so bothered by it. Maybe it was the fact that Rafe was being a total dick, or maybe it was the fact that you were responding.

He tried to push down the unease growing in his chest, telling himself that it was just Rafe being a jerk as usual. But the way you responded so snarkily to him, almost familiarly, was making him feel weird.

He couldn't help but wonder what was going on between you two, what secrets you were keeping from all of the Pogues.

He watched as you and Rafe continued to banter, your words laced with hidden meanings and inside jokes that only the two of you seemed to understand. JJ felt a tightness in his chest as he observed the interaction.

He could feel the unease growing within him, a mixture of irritation and confusion. He couldn't understand why Rafe was being such a dick to you, or why you were responding in such a familiar and snarky way, especially since he didn't really see you talk to Rafe before. The whole exchange was making him uncomfortable and suspicious.

"Ok Rafe piss off to your side of the island now.." you spoke after a few more moments of bantering, still floating around in the water around the HMS pogue.

Rafe chuckled at your command, reluctantly amused by your boldness. He had forgotten how feisty you could be, and he secretly loved it.

"Alright, alright." he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Jeez, you don't have to be so harsh."

He turned to his friends on the boat behind him, all of whom were watching the interaction with slight amusement. "You heard the lady, boys. Let's go."

The kooks behind him snickered and chuckled, a few of them throwing you sarcastic farewells and salutes. Rafe shot you a wink before turning away, his boat's engine flaring to life as they began to pull away.

JJ watched as Rafe and his friends pulled away, his jaw set tight and his fists clenched at his sides. He knew something weird was going on between you and Rafe, he just wasn't sure what.

After the kooks' boat flared away you turned to glance up at the pogues on the boat, narrowing your eyes and letting a small giggle, "i think i just peed myself a little.." you snorted in amusement, still obviously high.

The Pogues on board the HMS Pogue looked down at you with a mixture of relief and amusement.

JJ's expression softened slightly as he saw your amused giggle, the tension in his body lessening a bit.

Pope and John B chuckled at your confession, while Sarah and Kiara shared amused looks.

Kiara leaned down to peer over the edge of the boat, a small smirk on her face.

"Did you really pee yourself, or are you just high as hell?" she teased, her tone lighthearted.

"Dunno... but i was scared the whole kook situation with Rafe will escalate.." you continued to giggle, shielding your eyes with your hand from the sun.

Pope chuckled and leaned down next to Kiara, a sly smirk on his face. "Yeah, we could see that. Didn't think you had it in you to stand up to Rafe like that."

John B chuckled as he too leaned down, a look of amusement on his face."You had him backing down real quick. We were impressed."

Sarah, who had been silently watching the interaction, spoke up with a small, somewhat knowing smirk on her face.

"You handled him pretty well, I have to say. Even JJ was surprised, aren't you, JJ?" she teased, glancing over at JJ.

JJ's attention was immediately drawn to Sarah's comment. He had been partially lost in thought, still feeling uneasy and suspicious about what he had just witnessed between you and Rafe.

He quickly composed himself, plastering on a light smirk and trying to play it cool.

"Yeah, sure. She handled him well enough." he responded with a shrug, his voice casual but not entirely convincing.

"Rafe can't handle me.. he had to back down.. Didn't know your brother was such a wimp Sarah.." you teased Sarah, smirking up at her.

Sarah chuckled at your playful jab, her smirk widening. "Trust me, I know my brother better than anyone. He's a dick." Kiara let out a snort of laughter, clearly enjoying the banter.

Pope and John B both chuckled, while JJ simply nodded in agreement. They all knew firsthand what a dick Rafe Cameron was.

The banter continued, the Pogues sharing inside jokes and jabs, the mood on the boat light and easy. JJ, however, remained slightly distant. His thoughts still preoccupied by the strange interaction he had witnessed between you and Rafe.

He continued to listen to the banter, his body relaxed but his mind still racing with curiosity and unease. He kept sneaking glances at you, watching your laughing face and the way you continued to float in the water.

He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something going on between you and Rafe, something that you were keeping secret from the rest of the Pogues. He was tempted to ask you about it, to confront you and demand an explanation. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not here, not in front of the others.

Soon enough the hangout moved back to the chateau, the pogues scattered in the backyard of John B's house. As the afternoon faded into an early evening, JJ with Pope and JB were lighting a small bonfire, while you, Kie and Sarah sat sprawled in lawn chairs around the small fire, giggling and chatting away.

JJ lit the bonfire with a flick of his lighter, the flames slowly growing larger and illuminating the small gathering of Pogues around the fire.

Pope and John B gathered sticks and firewood, tossing them into the fire to keep it going. The three of them chatted idly as they worked, their voices blending in with the crackling of the fire.

Every now and then, JJ would glance over at you and the girls, your laughter piercing through the night air.

He tried to focus on the fire, on the conversation with Pope and John B, but he couldn't help but be drawn to you. He wondered what you were talking about with Kiara and Sarah, and why he couldn't seem to get the image of you and Rafe out of his head.

You were still feeling the high, your hand raking through your now dry hair casually while you laughed with Sarah and Kie about something. Your hair was more curlier from the salt water, your t-shirt and shorts still slightly damp from your bathing suit underneath. You adjusted your glasses, throwing your head back a little as you giggled at Sarah's joke, nodding in agreement after.

Kiara and Sarah both chuckled at your reaction to the joke, their eyes sparkling with amusement. They continued to chat and giggle, their conversation bouncing from one topic to another. Sarah, with a mischievous glint in her eye, started to make a comment. "You know, Y/n, there's something I've been meaning to ask-"

As Sarah started to speak, JJ’s ear perked up, his attention immediately drawn to the girls’ conversation. He tried to hide his interest, continuing to stack wood on the bonfire as if he weren’t listening in.

"What?" you drawled, your eyes now fixed on Sarah, completely focused on her incoming question.

Sarah smirked, her tone slightly suggestive as she spoke. "Well, I've been meaning to ask... Is there something going on between you and Rafe?" She glanced pointedly at you, her gaze flickering towards where JJ and the other boys were messing with the bonfire.

"What makes you ask that?" you straightened in your chair slightly. You were taken aback by her question, especially since you told the pogues you were hooking up with someone right before Rafe disrupted the peace earlier that day on the water.

Kiara, who was sitting next to you, leaned forward, her expression a mix of curiosity and mild amusement. "Yeah, we were all kind of wondering that too. I mean, you said you were hooking up with someone before Rafe showed up, then there was the whole thing with you guys on the water..." Sarah nodded in agreement, still watching you intently.

"What thing..? we were just talking y'know? Rafe was just being a dick as per usual." you shrugged, letting out a small nervous chuckle, glancing between Kiara and Sarah.

Sarah raised a skeptical eyebrow, not entirely convinced. "Just talking? Really? It looked like a bit more than just talking to me..."

Kiara nodded in agreement, a small frown on her face. "Yeah, it seemed like there was a little bit more going on. You two just had this weird vibe..."

They both continued to stare at you, waiting for a response. You could feel their gazes on you, scrutinizing and prying. JJ, who was silently listening to the conversation by the bonfire, also waited for your response, his hands frozen on the firewood he was stacking.

"Pfft.. you're funny.. why would there be something going on between me and Rafe?" you waved your hand dismissively, scoffing and chuckling in mock disbelief.

Sarah raised her eyebrows, her skepticism growing slightly. "Oh come on, Y/n. We saw the way you two were interacting out there. And you’ve been quiet about who this mystery guy you’re hooking up with is. What are we supposed to think?"

"So you guys think it's him?" 'well you would be spot on' you thought, your mind clouding with anxiety. You widened your eyes slightly, adjusting your glasses, "no way in hell.."

Both Sarah and Kiara seemed unconvinced, their eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Come on, you can't blame us for thinking it's him. You're being really secretive about who this mystery man is, and now y'all are acting weird after that whole thing on the water."

"Yeah, it's pretty suspicious. And Rafe has a thing for you, he's always ogling at you." added Sarah to Kie's comment.

"Rafe has a thing for me? when did you come to that conclusion?" you raised your brows, peering at Sarah.

Sarah chuckled, as if your reaction confirmed something. "Are you kidding me? It's obvious. The way he oggles you every time you walk by, or how he always tries to be near you at parties. He's totally into you."

"That's your older, asshole of a brother we're talking about here Sarah.. that would be.. illegal." you deadpanned, shaking your head although what she was saying was true. And you hoped the pogues didn't notice,

Sarah rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Illegal? That hasn't stopped him before. I know my brother, and he doesn't give a damn about age. Especially if he really wants something or someone."

Kiara nodded in agreement, her arms crossed over her chest. "You gotta admit dude, it's a little sus."

"I dunno.. maybe it's cause i bought weed from him a couple of times in the past. But it's just that. He used to be my plug, nothing more.." you shrugged, adjusting your glasses once again.

Sarah and Kiara exchanged skeptical glances. "Maybe you’re right about the weed thing, but it still doesn't explain the way you were acting with him on the water. And now you won’t tell us who this mystery guy is. Feels like there's something more going on." hummed Sarah as she regarded you with a crtical eye.

"The dude I'm hookin' up with goes to college in Charleston... His name is Riley.. you guys wouldn't know him.." you shrugged once again. You were feeling proud for cooking up such a smooth lie on the spot, especially since you were still a little out of it from the weed.

Sarah and Kiara seemed a little taken aback, their eyes widening slightly at your unexpected revelation. "Huh. College student in Charleston, huh? That's unexpected. Why didn't you tell us about him before?"

Kiara chimed in, her expression somewhat surprised. "Yeah, and why keep him a secret? If he's just some random college boy, what's the big deal?"

"I told you.. he's like 20. He doesn't want people to know he's hooking up with a 17 year old.." you rolled your eyes. You were relieved that the conversation switched from Rafe and you to this made-up guy in college in Charleston. You were so close to just admitting that you were boning Sarah's older brother.

Sarah and Kiara exchanged looks of surprise and slight amusement. "20, huh? And he doesn't want people to know about you? That's kind of sketchy, don't you think?"

Kiara added, a note of skepticism in her voice. "Why would he keep you a secret? Sounds like he's not serious about you."

"Cause he's not." you stated simply, chuckling in disbelief, leaning back in your chair, "It's just casual sex, we're not a couple by any means..." you waved your hand again, shaking your head.

Sarah and Kiara's mouths dropped open slightly, their eyes widened further in shock at your blunt admission. They hadn't expected you to be so straightforward and nonchalant about the nature of your relationship with this mystery college boy.

Sarah's eyes flickered over to JJ, who was still near the bonfire but was unmistakably listening in on the conversation. He tried but failed to feign nonchalance, pretending to be engrossed in stacking the firewood.

Kiara shifted in her chair, a mix of surprise and concern on her face. She glanced at JJ and then back to you, her eyes narrowing. "Just casual... doesn't that make you feel used or something? What if he's messing around with other girls too?"

"I hope he is. If his only option is a 17 year old then he's a major loser. And no it doesn't make me feel used.." you trailed off, you were the one using Rafe in this scenario. But it probably would've been a different round of reactions if they actually knew that Riley the Charleston college guy was Sarah's older brother. And that you were sleeping with him to get over JJ who was dating Kiara. Thinking about it, it sounded complicated and messy, given JJ hated Rafe, and so did your other best friends.

Sarah and Kiara glanced at each other once again, trying to process your cavalier attitude about the whole situation. They were both concerned for you, but the fact that you seemed so nonchalant about being a secret, casual fling for some college guy didn't sit right with them. It was almost like you had some sort of self-respect issues.

Which you did. Any hint of self respect was thrown out the window once the guy you were in love with got with one of your of your best friends. The first few weeks of JJ's and Kie's relationship was a total hell for you. With time it got a little bit better, but you still felt sick to your stomach whenever they kissed or mentioned teasingly to the group about sleeping together. It was even worse when you were all at the Chateau and you could hear them. At times, you felt entitled to the tens of minutes of feeling wanted when you were sleeping with Rafe. Till you were overcame by self hatred and disgust after you came. And you were back in square 1. Still madly in love with JJ, the one person in this life who couldn't reciprocate your feelings.

Your gaze flicked between Kie and Sarah, your expression melting into one of uncomfortableness, the laid back attitude slipping away once you could feel their gazes bore into you, including JJ's from where he was standing by the fire. It left you wondering how would you feel when they found out you were sleeping with Rafe behind their backs. What would happen if you just had gotten it over with and told them..

Sarah leaned forward slightly, her tone growing more concerned. There was a hint of sisterly protectiveness in her voice. "Are you sure you're okay with this, Y/n? It sounds like you're downplaying how much this casual thing is affecting you. This mystery guy, Riley, doesn't really care about you, does he?"

Kiara chimed in, her expression worried as well. "Yeah...it's not healthy to settle for a guy who doesn't treat you like a priority."

You suddenly felt like a black sheep next to them. Sarah was in a happy relationship with John B and so was Kie with JJ. Your JJ. And here you were, hooking up with the town's local asshole and drug dealer as a way to squish down your feelings as much as you could when you weren't getting black out drunk. But to them it seemed like you wanted to have an exclusive relationship with the guy you were hooking up on the low. It didn't help that you were lying about his identity and just lying in general. You suddenly felt lost, the carefree and fun atmosphere seeming to shift around you as you felt your best friends' eyes on you. The fact that you were still half high didn't help either.

You grimaced slightly without realizing, digging your beat up vans into the dirt underneath them mindlessly, "I don't treat him like a priority either.. i don't care about the guy.." you chuckled dryly, swallowing a small lump forming in your throat.

Sarah and Kiara exchanged worried glances once again. "Even so, it doesn't change the fact that he's messing with your feelings, whether you like it or not. You deserve better than that. Not some random college dude only using you."

Kiara sighed softly, her expression softening further. "We just don't want to see you get hurt, especially over some guy who's probably playing you."

You knew what you deserved. What you deserved stood a few feet in front of you messing with the bonfire and listening in to the conversation fixing you with his blue eyes. But the universe was an asshole and he was dating someone else, so you were stuck in a muddy situation. "You guys don't get it.. if anything, I'm playing him. And he knows it. We're both okay with the idea of using each other.." you trailed off, your gaze still fixed on your beat up and worn down sneakers, your fingers reaching up to adjust your glasses.

Sarah exchanged a look with Kiara, her eyebrows raised slightly at your words. But before either of them could respond, a low, rough scoff cut through the air.

"You're playin' him? Bullshit." JJ's voice cut through the air from where he was standing. He'd been listening in on the whole conversation, unable to keep his mouth shut any longer.

When JJ spoke up your head snapped up, your eyes locking as your brows raised in something that looked like surprise and discomfort, The main reason of your turmoil and messy relationship was now speaking up and scoffing at your choices like he had any right. "Yeah.. something like that" you stated, your brows furrowing ever so slightly. Your tone was a little bitter but you tried to keep it casual mostly.

JJ's expression was one of disbelief, skepticism practically radiating off him. He stepped closer to the group, his gaze still fixed on you. "Seriously, you really expect us to believe that crap?" He crossed his arms, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You, of all people, playin' someone? That's rich."

"That's just how the situation is... i wouldn't call it 'playing him'. But we're both being casual about the whole thing.." you shrugged, adjusting your glasses as you looked up at him, still sat in your lawn chair.

"Casual. That's bullshit and you know it. It's not casual when your little secret relationship is affecting you this much." JJ's expression was stoney and stern, not believing you for a second. He leaned back against the tree beside him, his arms still crossed.

"Do you seriously think we can't tell something's up?" Sarah murmured, watching the interaction with concern. Kie nodded softly in agreement.

You suddenly felt put on the spot again. Your gaze flitted between Sarah, JJ and Kie. They were thinking you were catching feelings for the person you were casually hooking up. What a joke. It wasn't an outstretched idea, it made sense. But what they didn't know was that you were doing the whole thing to push down your feelings for JJ.

You let out a small amused giggle, covering your mouth with your hand "Guys... no. I'm not catching feelings for this guy.." you grimaced slightly at the thought of catching feelings for Rafe. "He's the last person I'd wanna fall in love with."

Sarah and Kiara seemed to relax slightly at your assurances that you weren't developing feelings, their faces a little more placated.

JJ, however, seemed unconvinced. He raised a skeptical eyebrow, eyeing you up and down as if he could see right through your words. He had an intuitive knack for sensing when you were bullshitting, and the way you were giggling softly like you were hiding something made his suspicions go up even more.

The fire continued to crackle in the background as JJ kept his eyes fixed on you, his expression turning into a frown once again as he crossed his arms once more. "So if you're not into him, then why are you seeing him? What's the point of even being with the guy?" He looked genuinely bewildered.

"Fun.." you shrugged, stretching out your legs in front of you, your fingers reaching to adjust your glasses again.

JJ shook his head slightly, looking incredulous. "Seriously? Fun, that's your reason?" He chuckled, a sardonic edge to his voice. "There are tons of other ways to have fun that don't involve casual hook-upin' with a college dude."

You looked between your best friends, even Pope and John B who were standing by the fire looking interested in the conversation. You still felt put on the spot. You knew you sounded dumb, your reasoning sounding shallow and hollow inside. But you couldn't tell them that the main reason of this casual fun were your feelings for JJ. "Why is everyone looking so concerned.. i told y'all about this cause i thought It'd be... i dunno, fun? It's not that deep.."

The others all exchanged glances, and you could tell there was a hint of concern on their faces. John B piped up from where he was standing, his voice softer than JJ's. "We're just worried because casual hookups often end up messy, especially when feelings get mixed up."

"That's the thing. You guys don't understand that no feelings can get mixed up." you tried to explain, sitting up straight in your chair. You wanted to let them know you weren't gonna catch feelings and that your focus wasn't on the casual hookup and rather the reasoning behind it. Of course without revealing it out right.

JJ's expression was still skeptical, his arms still crossed as he listened to you speak. His gaze never wavered. "How do you know for sure that your feelings won't get mixed up? People can't help their feelings, and this college dude could end up having feelings for you. Or you could have feelings for him and not even realize it."

"That's his problem. If he ended up falling in love- which would be absolutely bonkers, -I'm not responsible for it." you spoke, an edge of desperation in your voice. You wanted the topic to be dismissed. Especially when Kie and JJ were staring at you so intently. It was like a sucker punch. The main reason asking you for the reason of your bad decisions. It felt like an unfunny comedy stunt.

"Not responsible? You're the one hooking up and spending time with the guy. How is it his problem? It's your action that's making it happen, not his." grimaced JJ.

Kiara spoke up now, her voice gentle yet slightly concerned, her gaze fixed on you, studying your expression. "And what happens if you end up catching feelings for him too?”

"God! I'm in love with someone else!" you spoke, sighing loudly. "He knows that. He's okay with being the rebound. That's why it's casual and i'm sure it won't end up in flames. He's getting sex and i'm getting a distraction.." You spoke, rubbing your face after perching your glasses atop of your head.

There was a collective silence that settled over the group at your outburst, the fire crackled faintly in the background. The others exchange glances as they register your words, while JJ's jaw went slack at your confession. "You're... in love with someone?" Sarah murmured, raising an eyebrow.

"And you're using this college dude as a distraction? Why not just focus on the guy you love?" asked Kiara, which you found ironic, if not funny.

"Cause Kie.. not everything is sunshine and rainbows, okay?" you turned to her, grimacing in discomfort, "Not everyone is as lucky as you and Sarah." you raised your brows as you spoke, adjusting your glasses back on your face. This was getting too suffocating. And you could feel the bitterness swirl up in your stomach again. Sarah had John B and Kie had JJ. But that wasn't her fault. Not really anyway.

Kie opened her mouth to respond, but you didn't let her speak. You could feel the bitterness rising in your throat, and the words came out in a defensive rush.

“And not everybody has the guy they love fall in love with them, okay?” You glanced down, fidgeting with your fingers and scowling at your lap. “Sometimes, you just don’t get happy endings.”

“Sometimes, you have to look for love and comfort in different places.”

The mood amongst the group soured at your words, and there was an uncomfortable tension in the air. JJ remained uncharacteristically silent, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. Kie and Sarah exchanged sad glances while John B looked troubled, his brow furrowed in thought. "I..." She started, her voice gentle. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to rub it in your face..."

"No, yeah.. i just don't wanna talk about it." You mumbled shaking your head. "You guys don't need to look at me with pity, okay?" you glanced between your best friends, your hands stuttering to fish a cigarette pack out of the pocket of your shorts. You took out one, placing it between your lips and lighting it, taking a long drag to calm down the feeling of being put in the spot light and the small adrenaline rush from the outburst.

The others remained quiet, watching as you lit a cigarette, the smoke adding a hazy veil in the air. JJ couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as he watched you, knowing how your feelings had been weighing on you. Silence surrounded the group, the only sound was the occasional crackle of the fire and the sound of you inhaling and exhaling smoke.

The fire crackled softly, the wood burning and releasing a soft, smoky aroma into the air. The sound of the marsh in the background and the distant chirping of crickets was the only thing that broke the silence. Everyone was still, watching as you took another drag from your cigarette, the end of it glowing bright orange. You were contempt with the silence. You hated having to lie to the pogues. Especially about the identity of the person you were hooking up with. You knew they'd despise you if they found out you were sleeping with Rafe Cameron and not some made up dude who was in college in Charleston. And you knew that telling them that the person you were pining for, was JJ would make things awkward, given he was dating Kie. You knew you were getting yourself more and more tangled in your own mess. And sometimes it felt like you were just waiting for everything to just blow up to smithereens.

JJ glanced around at the pogues, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he let out a sigh, breaking the silence. "I need a drink, man."

With that, he got up and headed towards the case of beer sitting on a nearby table, pulling out a cold one for himself.

He popped the cap off and took a good chug, the cool beer going down his throat. The rest of the pogues followed JJ's lead, grabbing cans of beer for themselves. But you stayed seated, continuing to smoke your cigarette, the bitter taste of the nicotine lingering on your tongue.

As the night progressed and more beers were passed around, the pogues became more and more intoxicated. Laughter echoed around the marsh as they reminisced over old memories and shared funny anecdotes. John B's face went red, a tell-tale sign that he was well and truly tipsy. Kiara and Sarah were giggling and stumbling over themselves, clinging to each other for support. However, JJ was still coherent, drinking moderately to keep his buzz going, his eyes darting towards you every so often.

The conversation turned more lively and lighthearted, the Pogues becoming drunker by the minute. John B began slurring his words as he tried to recount a funny fish story to the group. Kie and Sarah were laughing loudly beside him, their heads close together as they whispered something. JJ continued to glance in your direction, noticing the cigarette packet in your lap and how your expression hadn't changed since your small outburst.

Unable to resist his curiosity, JJ moved away from the group and took a seat on the lawn chair next to you, the fire casting a warm glow on his face. he glanced down at your packet, and then back up at you from the corner of his eye. "You always chain smoke when you're drunk, huh?" He tried for a light tone, a hint of concern hidden behind his words.

" 'M not drunk.." you mumbled, putting out your cigarette in the dirt beneath your shoes, shrugging.

JJ chuckled softly, the sound quiet and not entirely humorous. He looked over at you, his head slightly lolled over to the side as he studied your expression. The fire's light illuminated the sharp edges of your face, the shadows dancing across your features.

"You sure about that, darlin'?" He teased softly.

"Yes.. y'know i don't like beers." you raised your brows, your eyes dancing over his features, your fingers reaching up to adjust your glasses.

JJ snickered softly at your words, his gaze following the movement of your hand as you adjusted your glasses.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot that you're more of a hard alcohol kinda girl. Whiskey, was it?" He smirked, recalling a memory from some party, where you drank straight from a whiskey bottle without flinching.

"Vodka, tequila.. anything hard." you nodded, leaning back in your chair, your gaze fixed on the small fire in front of you.

JJ chuckled, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. He remembered the nights he'd seen you, downing shots of vodka and tequila like it was water, your face barely even betraying a slight flush under the influence.

"You're just using it to distract yourself," He teased, his tone laced with affection.

His words caught you off guard but you didn't let it show, your eyes flickering over the fire mindlessly. It was true, especially since he started dating Kie, alcohol had helped you with numbing how you felt, aside from sleeping with Rafe. "Don't get emotional on me blondie.." you teased although there wasn't any hint of a smile or smirk on your face.

JJ chuckled dryly at your response, a bitter smirk on his face. "Can't blame a guy for noticing, can you?"

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. The alcohol was starting to settle in, making his movements more relaxed and his words more loose. He bit his bottom lip, contemplating for a moment before he spoke.

"I know you have a thing for numbing yourself. I've known it for a long time, actually..."

Your mind wandered back to your outburst earlier that night, a small shiver of second hand embarrassment rattling you. Your hands were fiddling with the almost empty cigarette pack in your lap. You glanced around at the pogues, your eyes falling onto Kiara for a beat too long before looking back at the fire, "Well.. it's not like my life is perfect by any means.." you mumbled, chuckling bitterly.

JJ noticed the brief flickering of your gaze over to Kiara, and the way you chuckled bitterly, your eyes downcast. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he studied your expression, his blue eyes serious and thoughtful.

"That's an understatement, sugar." He mumbled. "Your life has been hell for a long time."

The sound of the others talking amongst each other filled the air – John B and Sarah were singing along to some old country song while Kie and Pope laughed loudly, too drunk to function. But JJ was paying no attention to them, his focus entirely on you, his eyes flicking over the curve of your jawline, the furrow of your brow. He knew that there was something you were bottling up, something you were keeping from everyone, and it gnawed at him that you weren't talking to him about it.

The silence between you two was heavy, the weight of all the unspoken words hanging in the air. JJ couldn't bear it, the way you clammed up on him, the way he could see you shutting him out. Without thinking, he reached out and placed a hand on your knee, his touch gentle but firm. He swallowed thickly, his tone serious. "You can talk to me, you know that right..?"

Your eyes flitted onto his hand that was placed on your knee, and for a second you wanted to place your hand on top of his, before you decided against it. You looked up at him, studying him silently for a few seconds before speaking, "yeah.. i know."

JJ met your gaze, his fingers curling a little tighter on your knee, as if to anchor you and keep you from shutting him out completely. There was something about the way you said those words – 'yeah.. i know.' – that made his stomach clench.

"Then why won't you?" He asked quietly, his blue eyes dark and piercing as he searched your face, desperate to find some hint of what was going on in your head.

"I dunno.. I'm not someone who talks about stuff." you shrugged, your eyes falling back onto his hand resting on your knee, feeling a little awkward from the fact that such a small friendly touch affected you so much.

JJ's fingers gripped your knee tighter instinctively at the casual shrug, like it was his way of making sure you didn't shrink further away from him. He didn't take his eyes off you, his gaze unwavering and serious.

"You used to be my someone who did talk about stuff." He muttered, his voice quiet and laced with accusation. "You used to talk to me."

The quiet accusation in his voice made your heart sink. He was right. You had always felt comfortable opening up to JJ about everything. From your father’s alcohol problems, to your dreams and hopes for the future. But ever since he fell in love with Kie and you started sleeping with Rafe, you had slowly become more secretive, building up a wall between you and your best friend. And JJ had noticed. Albeit he didn't know about the Rafe thing or that you were in love with him, he still knew something was up. Because he was your JJ and he always knew.

You prodded the back of his hand with your nail gently, not to signal him to take it off but just to calm down the urge to touch him back in a way, "Well yeah.. but i can't burden you with my problems now that we're older.." you wanted to tell him that the reason you weren't talking was because he was in a relationship, but you knew better than to say something so bitter sounding.

JJ's brows furrowed at your words, his heart clenching at the thought that you felt you couldn't confide in him anymore.

"You wouldn't be burdening me, darlin'." he said, his voice soft, a hint of pleading and urgency in his tone. He knew you better than anyone, and he saw right through the casual words. He knew there was something more to it, something that you weren't saying.

"I'm still your best friend, aren't I?"

In a way he wasn't anymore. And you regretted having fell in love with him and ruining that for yourself. Because if JJ was anything, he was a good friend and an even better best friend. Maybe that was the main reason you fell in love with him in the first place. You looked up at him, your eyes boring into his intensely as you nodded vaguely, "of course you're still my best friend.." you chuckled, although there was no hint of humor behind it, your brain still focused on the feeling of his hand on your knee.

JJ's heart felt heavy in his chest. The way you said 'of course you're still my best friend' felt like a thinly veiled lie. He could practically hear the 'but' at the end of that sentence, and it stung. He wanted to press, to pry and prod until you told him the truth, the real reason why you've become so closed off.. but he didn't have the right to ask about those kinds of details anymore.

He swallowed thickly, his expression tight. His grip on your knee loosened, although he didn't pull his hand back.

He glanced down at the fire, but his mind was spinning. The silence between them was thick and uncomfortable. The others were too wrapped up in their own conversations to notice the tension, but JJ was hyper aware of your every move and reaction.

”Come on.. say something,” he silently pleaded, his gaze flicking back up to your face, trying to figure out what was going on in your mind like he usually did.

"You are still my best friend." you stated, finally placing your hand on top of his. You thought it wouldn't be weird now that you called him your best friend. You knew he didn't believe you when you said it the first time.

JJ's heart fluttered at the feeling of your hand on top of his, a wave of comfort washing over him. It was such a small, casual gesture.. but the significance of finally touching each other made butterflies erupt in his stomach once more. He swallowed hard, his fingers twitching against your knee instinctively.

"Yeah.. I am..." he mumbled, his eyes fixed on where your hand touched his, a mixture of relief and uncertainty in his voice.

A small silence fell over you both, save from the sounds from the fire or the pogues having fun on the porch of the house a few good feet away. You were counting the seconds in your mind of how long you should keep your hand on top of his, studying his face like a creep while he looked away. You were a lost case truly.

JJ could feel your gaze on him even though he was looking away. He tried very hard not to look back at you and meet your eyes. He didn't know if he could handle it right now. He felt strangely vulnerable, but also safe in a way. Like he was a teenage boy with a crush all over again, sitting there with their knees touching.

After several moments, he swallowed hard and finally looked back at you, his heart doing a weird flip when his eyes landed on you. His cheeks flushed a little, betraying his attempt to remain indifferent

He took a deep breath and spoke without thinking, his voice low and slightly hoarse, "You.. you know you can talk to me, right? I'm still the same person, y'know."

He knew he was probably overstepping a boundary. JJ was rarely ever gentle or soft, at least not out loud. But he was trying... he was so damn tired of this distance between the two of you. He missed being your friend, being someone you could talk to. Especially with you sitting here, your hand over his..

"Yeah.. but i think i revealed about everything earlier with that outburst.." you chuckled, squeezing his hand mindlessly, your other hand reaching up to adjust your glasses.

JJ's heart skipped a beat when you squeezed his hand. You're killing me, he thought. Every time your skin touched his, he felt this weird electricity running throughout his body. It was familiar, and it hurt.

"Yeah, but... I meant in general, too." he said, his voice coming out a little hoarse and breathless as he spoke. "You used to talk to me about everything, about your fears, about the future, all of that stuff... we used to share everything with each other..."

"I dunno.. my step-dad's still an asshole.." you mumbled, trying to divert the conversation into another direction. Although talking about your mom's boyfriend Allan wasn't a better upgrade.

JJ's expression darkened at the mention of Allan, his jaw clenching automatically. He knew Allan was one of the main reasons why you hated going home, and why you always sought refuge in the Chateau whenever things got really bad. Just like him.

"Is he still being... y'know. Physical..?" he asked, his tone dropping, the look in his eyes hardening.

"Well.. no. I'm mostly not home. Even so, i try to just-.. not be a smartass." you chuckled dryly, squeezing his hand again as you kept your gaze on him.

The mention of him being physical made JJ's blood boil, but it was a little reassuring that it wasn't as often as it used to be. He felt relieved, but the tension in his chest still didn't ease up.

The fact that you were avoiding going home a lot and staying with the pogues, especially at the Chateau, and the way you just bluntly admitted that you weren't home much to avoid the risk of him being violent... it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He swallowed thickly, his grip on your knee tightening in response to your hand on his, as if to keep you close. To keep you safe. His expression softened as he looked at you, a look of concern and sadness in his eyes.

"Why do you even stay at home, darlin'? You can crash at the Chateau all the time if you want.. hell, i'll even crash on the floor so you can have my room if you want."

"You mean the sofa in the living room?" you spoke, a hint of amusement in your gaze, a small smile tugging at your lips.

JJ rolled his eyes playfully, scoffing at your small smirk, a hint of a grin on his own lips. He knew you were deflecting, but it was a little endearing, especially when you smiled at him.

"Yeah, well, the sofa in the living room would be a hell of a lot more comfortable than staying at home with your old man. And the company would be a lot better, too."

"Dunno if i wanna hear you and Kie going at it all night.." you grinned, although you didn't like the sentence in the slightest. It made you kinda sick to your stomach to think about him and Kie like that.

JJ chuckled and playfully smacked your shoulder, grinning back at your cheeky grin, his expression lighting up for a moment. The casual banter came so naturally to the two of you, and for a moment, it almost felt like old times. Almost.

"You wouldn't have to hear anything, I'd be too damn much of a gentleman to make noise in front of you."

His voice took on a teasing, almost mocking tone, as if he was making fun of himself. But there was a hint of seriousness behind his words. He didn't like the idea of you hearing him being intimate with Kiara. It felt wrong, almost disrespectful to you. Even though you had no idea about his feelings for you.

He didn't know exactly why he felt that way. But he did. Maybe it was because he didn't want you to think any less of him

For some reason, the idea of you hearing him and Kie together was deeply uncomfortable for JJ. He didn't understand quite why. Maybe it was because he didn't want you to think less of him, to hear him in such an intimate state. Or maybe it was because he didn't want you to think he was unfaithful to your friendship. It was confusing and irritating, and he didn't know what to think about it himself.

He shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside. Focusing back on you. God, he had missed talking to you like this.

"You'd have to put up with my snoring, though."

"Yeah, then I'm sticking to being homeless for the time being.." you teased. Your mind wandered to the nights you spent with Rafe after hooking up with him when things were worse than usual, another wave of guilt hitting but you masked it with a grin.

As you joked about being homeless, JJ rolled his eyes and chuckled again, his smile softening. Then suddenly, he noticed a flicker of hesitation on your faces before you masked it with a grin. His expression sobered.

He couldn't quite explain what it was, but something was off about the way you said that, almost as if you were masking something beneath the joke. A nagging feeling tugged at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite place it.

He studied your face intently for a moment, taking in every small detail, trying to read the emotions hiding behind your smile. Was it guilt? sadness? loneliness?

Then, all of a sudden, an unwelcome thought crossed his mind, like a dark cloud overshadowing the easy banter between the two of you. Was there someone else? Someone that you were crashing with at night when you stayed away from home? Maybe the college guy?

The thought made him feel sick to his stomach, for some reason, but he quickly pushed it away, not wanting to even consider it. It was none of his business, after all. He was your friend — your best friend. That was all.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad. You'll have the pleasure of waking up to the sight of my gorgeous face every morning. That's got to count for something, right?"

A weird feeling passed through you at his words. The thought of waking up to JJ's face every morning sounded like a dream, and even thinking about something so intimate made your entire being flutter. But it wasn't like that was your place. "Yeah.." you chuckled, glancing back down at his hand still resting on your knee and squeezing it before lifting your own hand from atop of his to adjust your glasses.

JJ didn't miss the flicker of emotion that passed over your face as he spoke, the way your eyes flickered down to the hand that was resting on your knee. He couldn't quite interpret what that look meant.

As you squeezed his hand and then adjusted your glasses, he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. He wished he could know what was going on inside your mind, what you were really thinking and feeling. He knew you better than anyone, but there were moments when he wondered if he really knew you at all.

He opened his mouth to speak, planning to say something lighthearted and teasing to break the strange tension that had fallen between the two of you. But then he looked into your eyes, his gaze locking with yours, and his words died on his lips. He just stared at you for a moment, studying your expression.

You held his gaze, a small smile on your face as you stared at each other silently, save from the other pogues still having fun nearby. Your hands were now folded in your lap, fidgeting with the cigarette pack there mindlessly, trying to think of something to say.

For a moment, the world seemed to disappear, it was just the two of you, in your own little bubble. His gaze flickered over your face, taking in every detail. Your pretty eyes, the small dimple on the side of your lips that appeared when you smiled, the way your hair framed your face. You were so beautiful, and he could feel his heart thudding in his chest.

He swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling dry. He wanted to say something, anything to break the silence between you, but he was at a loss for words. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He was in love with you. Completely, deeply, madly in love with you. And it scared him shitless.

He had never felt this way before. Not with Kie or any other girl he had ever met. It was different with you. You were his best friend, his partner in crime, the person who knew him better than anyone. The person he could rely on no matter what. And now he had gone and fallen in love with you?

He shook his head, trying to push away the thought. It was impossible. You would never feel the same way about him, and even if you did, you were both too messed up to be anything resembling a functional couple. Besides, he was still with Kiara.

He needed to get out of here, needed to clear his head and figure out what he was gonna do about the mess he'd gotten himself into.

He pulled his hand from your knee, scratching the back of his neck and looking away.

"I, uh, gotta take a leak. Be right back."

He got up hastily, shoving his hands in the pockets of his shorts and walking away without looking back, hoping you didn't notice the turmoil of emotions he was going through.

You hummed in response, watching him walk away hastily and feeling awkward all of a sudden. You pulled out another cigarette, lighting it and glancing at the 4 pogues on the porch, still singing along to some song and laughing. Sarah was slow dancing with John B, albeit in a clumsy way due to the alcohol, Pope and Kie watching and making drunk comments. Which caused you to smile to yourself, exhaling the smoke from your cigarette gently.

JJ walked a little farther away from the house, trying to put as much distance between himself and the other pogues as possible. His hands were shaking slightly as he leaned against a tree, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Why did he have to fall in love with you now, of all times?

He let out a sigh, closing his eyes and trying to steady his breaths. He couldn't let you see through him, couldn't let you know how he felt. It would ruin everything.

He let out a frustrated sigh, scrubbing his face with his hand. He knew he should end things with Kiara, knew it wasn’t fair to her. But the thought of losing her made his stomach plummet.

And what about you? Did you feel the same way about him? Or was he just making a fool of himself, getting all hung up on his best friend without any chance of reciprocation. It was all so damn confusing.

He took another drag from his cigarette, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He needed to talk to someone, but who? John B? Pope? No way. They'd never let him hear the end of it. Besides, he was supposed to have his emotions under control. He was the strong one, the fearless one in the group. The one who never let his feelings get the better of him.

He glanced back towards the porch, his gaze settling on you once more. You were now talking to Pope and Kie, but you were far enough that he couldn't hear what you were saying. You were smoking and laughing, and you looked so damn beautiful. A part of him wanted to go back and join the conversation, but the other part wanted to keep avoiding you, to try to get his emotions under control before he ruined everything.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke, feeling more conflicted than ever. He was in love with you, and he didn’t know what to do about it. He was loyal to Kie, and he didn’t want to break her heart. And he had no idea if you even reciprocated his feelings. He was stuck in a mess of his own making, and he had no idea how to get out.

He pushed himself off the wall, stomping his cigarette under his shoe with a heavy sigh. He couldn’t hide out here forever, eventually he would have to go back and face the music. He steeled himself and started to make his way back to the group, his expression neutral and his thoughts still racing a million miles a minute.

He reached the porch, joining the others with what he hoped looked like an easy-going smile on his face.

"What’d I miss?"

He leaned against the railing, looking around at his friends. They were all blissfully unaware of the tornado of emotions going on inside his head, blissfully unaware of the fact that everything in his life was currently falling apart thanks to you, the girl he was hopelessly in love with, sitting across from him.

Kie walked over to JJ a bright, drunk smile plastered on her lips as she swung her arms around his neck lazily, "me hopefully.." she chuckled.

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against his chest.

"You know I could never ditch you." He gave her a reassuring smile, though he was inwardly cringing at his own words. He didn't like lying to Kie, but he didn't know how else to act.

You tried your best to spare a casual glance towards the interaction before going back to teasing Pope about something. Although the talk with JJ before he went to pee helped the feeling of longing and sadness was back, even as you laughed with John B and Sarah at the drunken antics of Pope.

JJ glanced back at you as he laughed with the others, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary. He couldn’t help it. You were right there, sitting across from him, looking so damn beautiful and so frustratingly unattainable.

He felt a pang of guilt in his chest, knowing he was supposed to be focused on Kie right now. But he couldn’t take his eyes off you, no matter how hard he tried.

He tried to focus on Kie, on the sound of her laughing and the light feel of her body pressed against his. But his mind kept drifting back to you, and he couldn’t help himself from stealing glances at you throughout the conversation. He tried to join in on the jokes, to act like he was having a good time, but it felt like he was stuck in some sort of painful limbo, torn between the girl he was supposed to be with and the girl he was secretly in love with.

As the night wore on, he found himself getting more and more frustrated with himself. He was supposed to be committed to Kie, dedicated to this relationship they had. But here he was, pining after you like some sort of love-sick idiot, wishing things were different. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to end things with Kie. Not yet, anyway.

As the conversation lulled for a moment, he found himself staring at you again. You were laughing at something Sarah said, your head thrown back in a carefree, unrestrained way, and he felt his heart skip a beat. He wanted nothing more than to cross the small distance between you and kiss you senseless.

"Yeah you used to be a bitch... If it wasn't for John B you probably wouldn't even be right here.." you teased Sarah, who was snuggled into John B's side. You tried to hold in another giggle, adjusting your glasses.

Sarah mock-gasped and clutched at her chest."I beg your pardon!" She laughed, giving you a pretend-offended look.

JJ chuckled at the exchange, stealing another glance at you. Your carefree demeanor and easy banter with the others only made his feelings for you more intense. He found himself envying how easily you could laugh and chat while he was struggling internally.

"And now here she is.. our own personal kook princess.." you snorted, gesturing to her in a mock way of people announcing royalty, shaking your head.

Sarah rolled her eyes, but a laugh escaped her lips. She gave you a playful shove. "Hey, I'm no one's princess."

John B snickered, wrapping his arm around Sarah's waist. "You're my princess."

You made fake gagging noises, Pope following along as you both pretended to be sick about the display in a very dramatic manner.

Sarah scowled at the two of you, her feigned offense turning into mock anger. "Oh go to hell, both of you." She flipped you off, sticking her tongue out childishly.

JJ chuckled, thoroughly entertained by the exchange. He looked from you to Sarah and back again, his thoughts swirling. Despite the amused look on his face, his heart was aching. It was like some cruel twist of fate, having you so close yet hopelessly out of reach. He couldn’t help but think about how he’d much rather be sitting next to you, teasing and bantering with you, holding you in his arms.

But as he watched you joke and laugh with the others, he reminded himself that he was taken. He was with Kie, and that’s where he was supposed to be. He couldn’t act on his feelings for you. Not now, at least. So he forced himself to look away from you, forcing himself to focus on Kie and the conversation at hand. But his eyes kept drifting back to you, drawn to your presence like a magnet.

As the night progressed and the alcohol flowed, JJ found himself growing more and more restless. His eyes kept drifting back to you, and he had to fight the urge to go over and talk to you. He tried to engage Kie in conversation, to focus on his relationship, but everything just felt so damn strained and forced.

He felt like he was drowning, caught between his feelings for you and his loyalty to Kie. He just wanted to be with you, but he didn’t want to hurt Kie. It was a catch-22 that was driving him insane, and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep up the act.

The bass thumped through the beach house, vibrating beneath your feet. Laughter, shouting, and music blurred together as bodies pressed close, drinks spilled, and the air grew thick with salt and smoke. Another party, another night. Ditching the pogues didn't seem like such a good idea anymore as you scanned the pulsating crowd inside the massive beach house, no familiar face sticking out. Here these people were, dressed in designer clothes and wearing perfumes that cost more than your shitty trailer, trashing the beautiful beach house for a party. Which in retrospect wasn't your usual field of activity. Your old crop top, cut-out shorts and beat up sneakers probably stood out like a sore thumb against the pastel colors of polo shirts and expensive flowy summer dresses.

But it was a house party. Everyone was allowed to show up, and if you stood out of the Kooks' ways you'd manage to get drunk on good liquor to forget everything. The fights, the slaps, the hurtful words from your mom. The lingering looks of her boyfriend of the week which made your skin crawl and your door to remain locked throughout the night whenever you slept at home. And you had a feeling you'd do it more often.

JJ and Kiara didn't really need to make a show of announcing their relationship officially. Before today they were disappearing during parties together, spent time alone from the group. And your lovesick mind put it past the fact that they were just getting closer. Tried to lie to your self that JJ didn't like Kiara that way, that it was just... a fleeting crush. But it wasn't. Kiara pulled you and Sarah away from the boys in the kitchen of the chateau and whispered excitedly that her and JJ had finally "made it official." Which meant the two had been hooking up from some time casually.

You drowned out the excited squeals from Sarah and looked away when she hugged Kie as if she won some great prize. A prize that should've been yours. Still you patted Kiara's back with as much excitement as you could before excusing your self to the bathroom. The heartbreak and the anxiety which was weighing down on you from the weeks prior caused you to wretch violently into the toilet, puking out the small amount of food you had that day.

Now here you were, your swaying feet carrying you to the makeshift bar, glassy eyes scanning the drink options from behind your glasses. Vodka. You needed more vodka, more weed, more of everything that the kooks had to offer. Maybe even coke if you were lucky.

As you stood by the bar, you felt someone's eyes on you. You turned around to see none other than Rafe Cameron staring at you.

He was leaning against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you from across the room. His brown hair was disheveled, and he was holding a beer in one hand.

Rafe Cameron. The older brother of one of your best friends. Handsome in a very manic way and suffering from an acute case of bad attitude and entitlement. Maybe even bipolar disorder if you were to get professional. You caught his blue eyes from across the room and discarded the interaction as soon as it happened, eyes dropping to your red solo cup. You poured too much vodka and too little orange juice, but you were already tipsy so you didn't really feel it.

Rafe came up to you, his lean frame towering over your smaller self. He took a sip of his beer, eyes still fixed on you. "Hey."

He spoke in his raspy, deep voice, a smirk still on his face. You could practically feel the smugness radiate off of him from this close.

His gaze made you feel naked, like an exposed nerve. Or like a girl at a party full of strangers, who's posture and movements screamed 'easy to take advantage of.' Which you were. But you didn't need to feel like it. You didn't need to feel anything, so that's why you brought the cup to your lips taking a big gulp, grimacing only slightly at the burning sensation.

A long pause stretched between you two, in which you assessed the older boy with a critical eye, as critical as you could while you were on your way to get even more tipsy. "Are you talking to me?" you asked, pointing to yourself, pretending to be unaware that he greeted you.

Rafe chuckled in amusement, leaning against the bar. He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze never leaving yours. "Yeah, I'm talking to you."

He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping slightly. "You look different tonight." There was curiosity in his eyes, a glint of something darker and more intense.

Your gaze roamed over his features, which inched closer, maybe to hear each other over the music better, or to intimidate you. You weren't sure which. You could never know with the Cameron boy. And although you'd interacted before, it was never good. He was a handful when your paths crossed at the country-club, where you worked as a bartender. Seriously, he was very entitled. Thought his customer experience and satisfaction was the only one deserving of special attention. And when you weren't encountering each other at the country-club he was out and about with Topper and Kelce trying to piss of your best friends.

So him approaching you was weird but not out of the question. "I'm not wearing the apron and the stupid gloves, country-club.." you replied sardonically, "you want me to mix you up a drink or what?"

Rafe chuckled, a smirk on his face, and leaned in even closer. "I could use another drink, bartender." He spoke in a low tone, his eyes flicking down to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze again.

His hand came up to grip your hip, the action both possessive and familiar, as though he had done it before. "I came over to get a better look at you.. You're a lot prettier than I remember."

"Yeah you could, you seem awfully thirsty..." you nodded, eyes glancing down at his hand resting casually on your hip. His last comment didn't really phase you, if he wasn't doing something unhinged he was flirting with girls at parties. At least that's what you were hoping was happening here.

Rafe chuckled again, his thumb gently tracing a small circle on your hip as he moved even closer, his chest nearly touching yours now. "Thirsty is one way to put it.." he spoke in a low, rough voice. His gaze traveled over your face, lingering on your eyes before flicking down to your lips again. "You're a lot more than just pretty, though.. You've got this whole 'dark and mysterious' thing going for you."

Despite yourself, you found your lips stretching into a small grin. You raised your hand, dragging your index finger over his chest, feigning interest in him. "You do know I'm 17 right?" you asked in sweet tone, the look in your eyes betraying it. Your hand pushed him back a little, your actions gentle and less harsh.

Rafe let your push him back, his smirk widening. He took another step towards you, his body still close, but not as close as before. His gaze held yours, amusement flickering in his eyes.

"Yes ma'am, I do know that. I'm 21.. But I don't really think the age difference really matters, does it?" he replied, his tone both playful and serious. His hand moved from your hip to your chin, tilting your face upwards. "I think you're a lot older than your age."

You turned your head from his grip, letting out a small snort of amusement, leaning against the table for support, "Are you trying to hit on me, country-club?" you asked, raising your eyes to lock with his blue ones.

Rafe chuckled, his hand still clutching your chin. He leaned in closer again, his face inches from yours, his smirk turning cocky.

"Maybe I am, little bartender.. Or maybe I'm just bored and drunk."

He paused, his gaze fixed on your lips before he continued, his voice dropping to a low, almost playful tone. "Though I have a feeling you're not as innocent as you look.."

"You just told me i have this 'mysterious and dark' thing going on for me.." you narrowed your eyes playfully at him, reaching up to adjust your glasses.

Rafe's smirk widened as you spoke, his gaze still locked on yours.

"True, you do have that whole 'Mysterious and dark' thing going on. But maybe that's what makes you so intriguing.." He replied, his hand still on your chin, gently tilting your face up to keep your eyes locked on his.

"Care to show me just how mysterious and dark you can get, little bartender? I'm curious to see."

Your smirk widened as if he had just fallen into the most funniest trap ever, shifting away from his grip to dig through your shorts' pocket. You pulled out a small switchblade, your initials carved on the wood of it. You flicked the blade open, grinning proudly as you showed it off, the blade glinting under the light.

Rafe quirked an eyebrow, his gaze flickering to the switchblade in your hand, a mix of surprise and interest on his face. He took a step closer, his head tilting to the side as he examined the initials engraved on the wood.

"Wow, bartender.. You know how to keep a guy on edge. That's not a bad quality.." He said, his smirk matching your own.

He reached out, grabbing your wrist gently, his gaze moving from the knife to your eyes. "Looks like you're not so innocent after all."

You didn't waste time tilting the blade right back at his face, still grinning, "And you don't seem to be scared of pogue girls carrying switchblades around and partying with your kook friends.."

Rafe's smirk didn't falter. If anything, he seemed more amused than ever. "Scared? Of you? Please.. I'm not afraid of some pogue girl with a switchblade."

He took a small step closer, leaning closer to the blade, his gaze still locked on yours, almost challenging. "And to be honest, I think it's kind of hot."

You glanced around the party for a few moments, noticing that some kooks were shooting questioning glances in your direction for holding a blade to Rafe's face. But that didn't deter you, in fact the alcohol in your system and the desire for a distraction was winning over your shame. Rafe released your wrist as you trailed the tip of the blade down to his chin and chest, stopping just shy of his belt. "So you're into knife play then.."

Rafe's eyes followed the blade as you dragged it over his face and chest, a smirk still on his lips. The kooks around them whispered and shot questioning glances, but he didn't seem bothered. If anything, he was enjoying the public attention.

He chuckled at your last comment, leaning closer, his eyes glinting with a dark, primal need.

"Maybe I am.. You want to find out, bartender..?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze flicked between the blade and your eyes, his body leaning in

You trailed it even lower, sinking the tip of the blade a little in the leather of his belt, smirk growing even more. "I think i can already tell for myself.." you murmured teasingly.

Rafe's smirk grew into a cocky, confident grin. He could feel his body reacting to your teasing, a wave of desire washing over him. He didn't care that there were people around them, watching their every move. All he cared about was you and that damn smirk on your face.

"You're being awfully cocky for a pogue with a small knife.." he leaned even closer, his face now right in front of yours. The blade was dangerously close to the crotch of his jeans, but he didn't seem fazed at all.

In retrospect flirting with Rafe Cameron at a kook party, while your friends blew up your phone probably looking for you, was a bad idea. But you liked bad ideas. You were full of them. And Rafe wasn't by any means ugly, he was charming and he knew how to handle whatever weird, drunk flirting you were throwing him. "I'm just cocky usually. Is there anything small about you? Aside from your IQ, of course.." you trailed off, dragging the blade above the belt now and slipping under his shirt a little. The tip of the blade now grazing the small happy trail above the belt, under his shirt.

Rafe's gaze darkened with desire, a low, rough chuckle escaping his lips. "Small IQ? That's a cheap shot, bartender."

He leaned closer, his body now pressed against yours, his breath hot on your face. "But no.. There's nothing small about me. And I'm more than happy to prove it to you.." he murmured, the hint of a challenge in his voice.

He watched as you dragged the tip of the blade down his happy trail, his body tingling with excitement. He could feel his control slowly slipping away, but he'd enjoy the thrill of it all

You couldn't help but feel the smirk grow wider across your face at his words, your ego inflating, your alcohol-laced confidence bubbling over. You were enjoying this a little too much, but you were too drunk to care. The adrenaline mixed with the feeling of power you held above him was making you feel like you were floating.

"Is that so? You talk big for someone who's so easily charmed by me pressing a sharp blade to his happy trail country-club.."

He chuckled at that, the smirk on his face matching yours. He was enjoying this little power struggle, the knife to his stomach only heightening his excitement. The adrenaline rushing through his veins made him feel alive, almost feral. He leaned closer, his lips near your ear.

"You think you have the upper hand just because you're holding a knife to my abdomen, bartender? You might be cocky, but I'm not afraid of a little blade. In fact, I think it makes you even hotter..."

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head at his words and retreating the blade, flicking it away from Rafe's eyes and stashing it in your pocket. "Don't tell me you got a hard-on from me pressing a knife to your stomach.." you teased, leaning back against the table with drinks, taking a sip from your forgotten red solo cup.

Rafe smirked, his gaze roaming over your body, taking in the sight of you leaning back against the table, cocky and seductive. He took a step closer, his body now towering over you, his gaze dark with desire.

"And what if I do? Are you gonna make fun of me for it.. Little bartender?"

He reached out, his hand gripping your hip and pulling you closer to him until your bodies were flush against each other. His fingers traced over the skin where your shorts ended, teasing the sensitive area just above it.

You nodded knowingly, "Degradation kink, too?" you asked coyly, not minding the distance shrinking between the two of you.

Rafe's smirk widened at your comment, his grip on your hip tightening as he pressed you harder against the table. He leaned in even closer, his face now inches away from yours, his voice low and gruff.

"Maybe.. And I bet you're just the kind of girl who'd get off on humiliating me, aren't you, bartender?..."

You tilted your head back a little, to properly look into his eyes, your smirk turning into something less cocky and more arousal filled, "Oh, country-club I'd humiliate you in ways you've never been before. While riding your brains out.." you leaned in slightly, as if you were telling a secret, before leaning back.

Rafe's pupils dilated, his grip on you now almost painful. He let out a low growl, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. His free hand rested on the side of your neck, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. He pushed you against the table, his hips pressing into yours as he ground against you.

"You're filthy, you know that.. a sick little thing who gets off on making men like me feel small.. but I bet you'd love it if I put you in your place..."

"Do you feel small?" you asked, feigning curiosity and casualness while his big hand rested against the side of your neck.

Rafe chuckled, his grip on your neck growing a little bit tighter. His gaze darkened with desire, his expression turning a little menacing.

"No. But having you boss me around and push me around like I'm some kind of puppy does make me feel a little.. Humbled."

You nodded at that, the smirk returning to your face. You took a step away from him, your expression shifting from cocky to playful as you eyed him up and down.

"Aww, big country-club boy feeling a little threatened by a small town bartender..." you cooed, your hand moving up to pat the side of his face patronizingly.

Rafe's jaw clenched, his expression hardening at your patronizing tone. He was used to people treating him with respect and fear, not patronization. But he had to admit, there was something a little bit exciting about being belittled by you.

"I'm not feeling threatened by you, bartender. But I am feeling a little bit... intrigued. You think you can just boss me around and I'll do whatever you say?" he scoffed, leaning in closer to you again, his gaze intense.

"I'll give you a prize if you do.." you grinned, cooing softly under your breath as you dropped your gaze on his lips.

Rafe's lips curled into a smirk, his gaze following yours down to your lips.

"And what kind of prize do I get if I'm a good boy and do what the bartender says?" he asked, his voice low and gruff. He took a step closer, his body now pressing against yours. His hand crept up to grip your hip again, his fingers digging into the skin through the fabric of your shorts.

"Me, country-club. Duh.." you chuckled, shaking your head.

Rafe's smirk widened, his grip on you growing a little bit tighter. He leaned in a bit closer, his lips hovering just above yours.

"You're gonna give me you as a prize?" he asked, his tone a little bit teasing. His gaze flicked down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. His fingers slid down to grip the bare skin of your thigh, his touch possessive and sure.

Rafe chuckled, his touch on your thigh growing bolder as he leaned in even closer. His lips grazed yours, his breath hot and ragged as he spoke.

"And what's the bartender gonna do if the country-club boy doesn't behave..?" he growled, his hand creeping up your thigh to grip your hip, pulling you even closer to his body. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes, a challenge.

All your cocky demeanor melted into something more lustful and needy. He was driving you insane. You hated it. You hated that he got under your skin like this. This was Rafe Cameron, not just some guy you should flirt at a party with. "Maybe I'll use the blade on you.."

Rafe's smirk widened, his hand gripping your hip even harder. He was getting a kick out of this. He liked that he could make you so flustered, make you want him like this. And he was more than willing to take advantage of it.

"Oh yeah? You gonna stab me, bartender?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. His body was now pressed tightly against yours, his hand moving from your hip to slide up your side.

"Yep." you nodded popping the 'P' "Just like how they do on The Cut.." you raised your hand to pat the side of his face patronizingly once again.

Rafe's jaw clenched at your patronizing touch, his gaze hardening. But there was something in his expression that was almost.. aroused by it. He was used to being feared, respected, not belittled like this. But it was stirring up something inside him, something he didn't quite understand.

"You really enjoy bossing me around, don't you bartender?" he asked, his voice a little shaky, betraying his arousal. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours, his breath ragged and hot.

You found yourself nodding once again, smirking slightly as you looked down at his lips hovered above yours, "and you're aroused by it, so i assume I'm doing something right."

Rafe couldn't deny it, but he'd be a proud little bastard all night long.

"Maybe a little..." he rasped out, his voice low and gruff. His hand was still on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you even closer to him, his body now flush against yours. His lips were still hovering just above yours, close enough to feel each others breath but not touching.

Rafe's self control was slipping. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, your body pressed up against his in all the right places. He wanted you more than he wanted anything in the world right now, and he was getting impatient. He could feel his own breathing growing ragged, his chest rising and falling with the effort of containing himself. But he knew better than to let his lust get the best of him.

"Bartender... I don't think you understand how much self restraint I'm exercising at the moment. You're really testing me here."

You let out a breathless chuckle, adjusting your glasses and bringing the cup to your lips to take another sip of your vodka orange. You were aware just how wrong this was. This was Rafe Cameron, the kook prince and the person who despised your friends the most. Still, you were drunk and heartbroken and Rafe looked so good tonight. You were just a girl after all, "So what do you want me to do?" you asked him teasingly, locking eyes with him once again.

Rafe's gaze darkened with desire as he looked at you. He was struggling to control himself, but you were pushing him to the edge. He leaned in even closer to you, his lips now just a breath away from yours. His hand gripped your hip tighter, holding you in place.

"You know exactly what I want." he growled, his voice low and rough. He was past caring about the wrongness of it, past caring that you were supposed to hate each other. All he cared about in that moment was you.

"No, i don't actually. Clue me in.." you teased, still smirking at him.

Rafe's patience was running thin. He was done with the teasing, done with the back and forth. He wanted you, and he wanted you now.

"You wanna play this game, huh bartender? Fine." he growled, his hand sliding from your hip to your waist, his grip tight and determined. He pulled you even closer to him, his body now pressing against yours as he leaned in to speak into your ear.

"How about this? You tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

You hummed thoughtfully, pretending to consider his words. You raised your hand, running it through the hair at the back of his head lazily, "Honestly, i just wanted a distraction when i came here.." you mumbled.

Rafe's breath hitched as you ran your hand through his hair. The way you touched him was both soothing and arousing, and it was driving him insane. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of your fingers on his scalp.

"Is that so?" he asked, his voice low and rough. He pulled away just a bit so he could look down at you, his gaze intense and serious. "And what kind of distraction were you looking for, exactly?"

"I was gonna get blackout drunk and high.." you smiled up at him, eyes drifting down to his lips for a few seconds.

Rafe's lips curled into a small smirk as he noticed you looking at his lips. He lifted your chin with his finger, tilting your head back so that your eyes were locked with his. There was something mischievous in his gaze, a sly glint that made it clear he was up to something.

"And you think I can help with that, huh?" he asked, his tone slightly mocking. He ran his fingers through your hair, feeling the softness of it against his skin. "I can get you drunk and high, no problem." he leaned in a little closer, his voice still teasing.

You nodded, feeling your cheeks redden a bit under his gaze. You were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and the weed, your head spinning just a bit. You leaned into him, your body seeking the comfort of his presence. You were both drunk and high, and there was something about Rafe in this state that made him even more attractive to you.

You were vaguely aware of the music around you, the sound of people partying, but it all felt distant and unimportant. The only thing that mattered was Rafe and the heat that was building between the two of you. "And what after?" you asked.

Rafe chuckled softly, noticing the way you leaned into him. He could see the effects of the alcohol and the weed taking hold, and it made him feel a sense of power over you. He liked having this effect on you.

"After?" he repeated, his voice low and silky. He ran his hand down your arm, his fingers tracing a lazy pattern on your skin, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "After we're both wasted, I'll take you back to my place." he told you bluntly.

"And what if your sister sees me?" you chuckled lowly, wrapping your arms around his neck lazily.

Rafe's expression darkened briefly when you mentioned his sister, but he quickly shook it off and focused on you once again. He pulled you closer to him, his arm wrapping around your waist as he spoke.

"Sarah? She's always out with her damn boyfriend." he replied, his tone a mix of annoyance and nonchalance. "And even if she was there, she wouldn't care. She's got her own vices to worry about."

"Yeah, her boyfriend being one of my best friends... You know my friends hate you right?" you narrowed your eyes, smirking drunkenly up at him, carding your fingers through his hair.

Rafe grunted, his expression hardening at the mention of your friends. He didn't like being reminded of how much they disliked him, but he was too distracted by your touch to care too much.

"Yeah, I'm aware." he scoffed, his tone bitter. "Your little Pogue club has made it abundantly clear how much they hate me."

"I wonder why..." you giggled, tugging his hair lightly.

Rafe let out a low hiss of pain as you tugged his hair, but the hint of anger quickly melted away at the sound of your giggles. He leaned in closer to you, his breath hot on your neck as he spoke.

"I know why." he said darkly. "They're just a group of jealous little shits, too blinded by their own self-righteousness to see things for how they really are."

"What about me? you think I'm the same?" you asked, tilting your head to the side questioningly.

Rafe studied you for a moment, his gaze roaming over your face. There was something different about you, something that set you apart from your friends. Maybe it was the way you didn't hesitate to touch him or the way you didn't immediately shut down his advances.

"No." he said finally, his voice soft. He ran his hand down your cheek, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "I don't think you're like them. You're different."

Your smile widened at his words despite them coming from the person you were supposed to despise. "How so?" you wondered out loud, shivering slightly as he ran his knuckles against your cheek.

Rafe let out a dry chuckle, his hand still cupping your cheek. There was a hint of arrogance in his voice as he spoke, as though he knew something you didn't.

"You're not so caught up in your own bullshit like the rest of your group." he said bluntly. "You're a little more open-minded, a little more willing to entertain the idea that maybe I'm not the worst person in the world.”

"Oh no, you are. I just wanna feel like i have control over who I'm going home with.. I don't plan on making a habit on sleeping with you." you mirrored the arrogance in his voice, smiling a little condescendingly.

Rafe's expression darkened, his jaw clenching at your condescending tone. He wasn't used to being talked to like this, especially from someone he considered beneath him. His grip on your waist tightened, but he tried to keep his voice steady.

"Is that so?" he said evenly. "You think you have control in this situation? You're in my world now, sweetheart. And I make the rules here."

Your expression remained neutral as you looked back at him, your tone becoming more challenging. You knew Rafe was used to being the one in charge, but you weren't going to make it easy for him.

"Funny." you said, tilting your head to the side. "I didn't realize this was your world. Last time I checked, it looked an awful lot like the same world I live in."

Rafe's grip on your waist tightened even more, his eyes narrowing at your defiant tone. He was growing irritated at your unwillingness to submit, but he also found it strangely intriguing. No one had ever dared to challenge him like this before.

"Oh, sweetheart." he said darkly. "You don't know a damn thing about my world. My world is filled with power, money, and influence. You..you're just a little Pogue from the wrong side of the tracks."

"Come on, country-club.. Is that how you charm girls usually? By insulting their social status?" you asked, shaking your head in mock disappointment.

Rafe grunted, his irritation growing at your mocking tone. He had a million things he wanted to say to you, but he also didn't want to give you the satisfaction of getting under his skin.

"I don't need to charm anyone, sweetheart." he said through clenched teeth. "Girls flock to me like bees to honey. I have my pick of the litter."

"Yet, you're still trying to get into my pants.." you continued to card your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, looking around for the said girls flocking to him.

Rafe's cheeks reddened at your bluntness, and he tried to hide his embarrassment by scoffing and rolling his eyes. But deep down, he knew you had a point. He was usually surrounded by girls vying for his attention, but here he was, focused solely on you. "Yeah, well." he muttered. "Maybe I just felt like slummin' it a little tonight."

This only earned him another condescending laugh from you. You found it amusing how he was trying to act like he was doing you a favor by giving you attention, like he was the one making some selfless sacrifice. "Yeah, sure. You're doing me a real favor here." you said sarcastically. "I'm sure you're having just as much fun slumming it up with me as I am with you."

Rafe's irritation boiled over at your mocking tone. He wasn't used to being made fun of, especially not by someone he viewed as beneath him. He pulled you closer to him, his grip on your waist so tight it was almost bruising.

"Watch it." he growled, his eyes narrowing. "I'm doing you a goddamn favor by even giving you the time of day. You're nothing but a little Pogue trash. You should be grateful I'm even talking to you."

You placed your hand over your heart pretending to be hurt by his words. "That's not nice, now is it? And here i thought you were gonna take me home.." you shook your head, leaning in teasingly.

Rafe's jaw clenched as you taunted him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shut you up by kissing you or by throttling you. The way you leaned into him, your face so close he could feel the heat radiating off your skin, was driving him crazy.

"Don't test me." he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "I can make your night either hell or heaven."

Your expression hardened, looking down almost thoughtfully as your mind drifted towards the night you had. The fight with your mom, JJ and Kiara, the bitterness. Your night was already hell, "I don't think you can make it worse, to be honest.." you mumbled, unwrapping your arms from around his neck to adjust your glasses and take a final gulp of your drink.

Rafe softened a little at your words, sensing that something was bothering you. He loosened his grip on your waist, his hand now resting lightly on the curve of your hip.

"Rough night, huh?" he asked, his tone gentler than before. He couldn't quite place it, but there was something about you that made him feel oddly protective

"Very.." you nodded, letting out a bitter chuckle as you scanned the partying crowd lazily.

Rafe let out a small sigh, his thumb tracing absentminded circles on your hip. He was still irritated at you, but he also couldn't help but feel the urge to comfort you. It was like he could see the pain and anger bubbling beneath your surface, and he felt a strange compulsion to help you find comfort, even if it was just temporary.

"Wanna get out of here?" he asked, his gaze locked on yours.

You poked the inside of your cheek with the tip of your tongue. You knew sleeping with a random guy, much less sleeping with Rafe Cameron would help. But you didn't wanna go home tonight nor did you wanna crash at the Chateau. You studied his face, his flushed cheeks and messy hair and you found yourself smiling wearily, "You gonna let me use the blade on you?" you asked teasingly, leaning in once again.

Rafe chuckled at your question, his irritation melting away as you leaned in closer. His gaze was fixated on your lips as he watched them curl into a tired smirk. There was something about you that drove him crazy, and he couldn't deny his own desire for you. He rolled his eyes dramatically, "Only if you promise not to draw blood." he replied, his tone playful and teasing.

"I promise.." you murmured lowly, grazing your finger over his chest playfully.

Rafe's breath hitched at the feel of your touch on his chest, his eyes darkening with lust. The way you were looking at him, so confident and yet so vulnerable, was driving him insane. He couldn't help but smirk, his gaze flicking down to your lips before returning to your eyes.

"Care to find a quieter place?" he said, his voice thick with desire.

You looked around, the music thumping into your ears and making your lungs vibrate from the bass. You turned back to him, letting your glassy eyes roam over his face, "Upstairs or you wanna just go to your place?" you found yourself asking even though a small part of your mind was screaming at you not to go through with it.

Rafe's smirk widened at your question, his eyes glinting with desire and excitement.

"My place." he said firmly, his grip on your hip tightening as he spoke. "It's closer, and we won't be interrupted."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, "I've got a bottle of Jack waiting for us, and a bottle of Jack is a friend of mine."

You smiled at the thought of getting even more wasted, and finishing the night off in a way that would make your mind drift away from your problems, even just for a few hours. The drive to the Cameron house was blurry, hurried and full of tension despite knowing how utterly wrong it was to let Rafe take you home.

He lead you up the grand staircase, his grip on your hand sure and determined. You were swaying slightly, definitely feeling the effects of the vodka and other alcohol you had that night, small quiet giggles escaping your lips as he dragged through the dark hallway at the top of the stairs. You weren't really used to seeing the house bathed in so much darkness, eyes drifting over the multiple tall, white doors, on every side of you.

Rafe chuckled at your giggles, his own movements a little unsteady as he guided you down the hallway. The alcohol was starting to get to him too, but he was determined to ignore the dizziness and keep his attention focused on you.

"Third door on the left." he said, his voice gruff with both desire and intoxication.

He opened the door, and quickly pulled you inside. The room was elegant and spotless, with a large bed taking up most of the space in the middle.

You looked around the room bathed only in the silvery moonlight before wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for a hurried kiss, lips moving with a sense of urgency.

Rafe returned the kiss just as eagerly, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks instinctively. He pushed you against the door, his body pressing close to yours as the kiss deepened. His fingers tangled in your hair, and he swallowed your little whimpers and gasps, feeling a wave of desire wash over him. With a sharp tug, he pulled away slightly, his breath ragged and his gaze dark with lust.

"Bed. Now." he growled, his voice thick with need.

"What about-.." you panted softly, adjusting your glasses, "You said something about a bottle of Jack.."

Rafe's smirk returned at your words, his eyes gleaming with amusement and excitement.

"You're right." he said, his voice dropping down to a low, taunting murmur.

He reluctantly pulled himself away from your body and walked over to the mini bar in the corner of the room. He reached down and retrieved an already open bottle of Jack Daniel's.

"You want a glass? Or should we just drink straight from the bottle?" he asked, holding up the bottle suggestively.

You grinned at the sight of the opened bottle of whiskey, walking over to him and grabbing the bottle from his hand, unscrewing the cap and taking a slow swig. You stepped closer, wrapping your free arm around his shoulder for support, leaning in for a fleeting kiss, "I don't like glasses.." you murmured when you pulled away, still grinning up at him.

Rafe watched as you took a long pull from the bottle, his eyes fixed on your lips and throat. The sight of you drinking straight from the bottle was oddly erotic, and he couldn't help but smirk at your words.

"You're trouble." he teased, his voice low and his arms wrapping around your waist.

He took the bottle from your hand and took a mouthful, his gaze locked onto your face as he swallowed with a satisfied hiss.

He set the bottle down on the nearby dresser, his hands roaming over your waist and pulling you closer to him. His body was pressed against yours, and he could feel the heat radiating off of you. He leaned in, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he spoke, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "You taste like booze.."

"So do you.." you leaned in, chasing his lips in the dim light for another slow kiss, enjoying the sounds he made as he kissed you. Your head was spinning a little and you no longer cared about the consequences of your actions, the desire and arousal overpowering every feeling.

Rafe deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking against yours briefly, before he pulled away to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and neck. His breathing was heavy as he began to trail a path of kisses and nips down your neck, his hands sliding down your body until they reached the hem of your shirt.

"Lift up your arms, baby.." he whispered, his voice low and husky with arousal.

You took off your glasses setting them down on the bar behind you before lifting your arms in a languid motion so he discarded your old crop top somewhere in the dimly lit room. You were left in your shorts and your black lacy bra, smirking up at him.

Rafe's eyes roamed over your body, appreciating every inch of your exposed skin. He swallowed hard, his gaze darkening as he took in the sight of you in just your shorts and bra. He let out a low, appreciative whistle, before grasping your hips and pulling you closer, so that your bodies were pressed against each other once more.

He lifted a hand, gently brushing his thumb over the lace of your bra, his touch light and teasing.

He leaned in, his hot breath tickling your ear as he began to kiss and bite down your neck. His hands traveled up your waist, his fingers softly tracing the outline of your bra as he sucked and nipped at your skin. He was losing himself in the desire, his movements becoming rougher, more desperate.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful..." he murmured, his hands trailing down to your shorts, his fingers playing with the waistband.

You chuckled lightly as he bit and mouthed at your neck, a stark contrast from the cocky guy who approached you at the party. You raised your hands, tangling them in his light-brown hair, messing it up as he continued to nip at your soft flesh, pulling small gasps and sighs from you.

Rafe groaned softly at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, the sound low and feral in his throat. His hands were all over your body, as if he couldn't get enough of your touch, your skin against his. His fingers ghosted up your bare sides, causing you to shiver slightly, his lips never leaving your neck as he sucked and kissed and bit his way across the sensitive skin.

He was quickly starting to come undone before your very eyes, the cocky exterior melting away to raw desire and need.

He lifted you up suddenly, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he walked forward and pressed you against the nearby wall. His hips were grinding against yours, the friction of his jeans against your shorts nearly maddening, his body burning hot against yours. Rafe's kisses grew more fierce as his hands roamed your body, his fingers leaving a trail of fire against your skin with every touch.

You cupped his face almost hastily, pulling him for a hurried kiss, muffling the small sounds spilling from your lips from the grinding of his hips. You wrapped your legs around his waist more tightly, arching into his chest as you deepened the kiss, mirroring his desperation.

Rafe was consumed by his desire for you, his body pressing against you as if he couldn't get close enough. He eagerly reciprocated the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a growing need, his hands gripping your thighs as he practically pinned you to the wall.

He rocked his hips forward, grinding against you, a deep moan of pleasure escaping him between kisses. His head was spinning, his thoughts a hazy mess of need and want. All he knew was that he couldn't get enough of you, that he needed to be as close to you as possible.

He broke the kiss, his lips leaving yours to trail slowly down your neck, leaving hot kisses along your collarbone, biting and nipping at the sensitive skin. His hot breath panted against your ear, his lips whispering filthy words in a low tone.

He knew he was losing control, but he didn't care. He wanted you, needed you, more than he'd ever needed anything in his life. His hands were roaming your body, pulling you closer, even as you were already pressed against the wall.

You closed your eyes, your fingers tightening in his hair, your body arching into his touch and his words. You were completely lost in him, drunk on his touch and his scent, your skin feeling like it was on fire wherever he touched you. You couldn't think straight, your thoughts a hazy cloud of desire. All you could do was cling to him, your chest heaving with uneven breaths and needy moans. You knew it should be wrong, but right now, it felt so right.

Rafe was consumed by the same fierce desire that was coursing through you. He was on fire, his every touch and movement, driven by a primal need to have you, to be close to you. He lifted his head from your neck, his eyes locking onto yours, their gaze dark and intense. He was drunk on you, intoxicated by the sounds you made, the way your body reacted to his touch. His voice was a low, ragged whisper against your ear.

"I need you... I need you right now."

You locked eyes with him in the semi-darkness nodding with a drunk and aroused grin, "Get on the bed then.." you murmured, still carding your fingers through his hair almost soothingly as you tried to catch your breath.

Rafe's eyes darkened with raw desire at the sound of your voice, his body responding immediately to your command. He didn't need to be told twice. He lifted you up in his arms effortlessly, his fingers digging into your skin, holding you tightly. He carried you across the room, his steps quick and confident, as he made his way to the nearby bed.

He laid you down gently, his body following suit, hovering over you. His breaths were coming in short, ragged puffs as he took in the sight of you, his eyes roaming over your form hungrily.

You let out a satisfied chuckle, your palms roaming over his shoulders before one of your hand reached down to pluck the small switchblade from the pocket of your shorts, "Wanna have some fun, country-club?"

His eyes darted down to the switchblade, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering across his face. A smirk formed on his lips as he nodded, his eyes locked onto yours, his expression a wicked mix of curiosity and desire.

He lowered himself down until the weight of his body was pressed against yours. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "Show me what you can do with that blade..."

You flipped him over, straddling his hips in a swift motion. You flipped the blade out trailing it down his chest teasingly before stopping above his belt. You smirked up at him, digging the tip of the blade into the leather once again, "You like this belt?" you asked lowly.

He raised his eyebrow at your quick movement, a surprised gasp escaping his lips as you straddled him. His heart was hammering in his chest, a mix of excitement and anticipation coursing through him as the blade danced across his chest.

He swallowed, his eyes never leaving yours as he answered your question. His voice was husky and low, filled with a mix of arousal and curiosity. "Yeah... It's my favorite.."

You pretended to pout, hooking one finger under the belt raising it slightly, placing the blade under it. In another swift motion you cut through the leather without undoing the buckle, pulling the belt from the beltloops and discarding it somewhere on the floor.

Rafe's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and arousal flashing across his face as you expertly sliced through the belt without bothering to undo it. He swallowed again, his chest rising and falling a little quicker than before as he watched you toss the belt aside.

His gaze flicked back to your face, a slow, cocky smirk replacing the somewhat shocked expression on his face. He inhaled sharply, "That was hot.." he murmured, his eyes roaming over your form, taking you in as he lay underneath you.

His hands found their way to your thighs, his fingers slowly trailing up your legs, leaving a trail of heat wherever they went. His touch was light, teasing, as if he was mapping out every inch of your skin. He looked up at you from where you were straddling him, his eyes still dark with desire, his smirk never leaving his lips.

He moved his hands to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin, pulling you closer against him. He leaned up just enough to murmur against your ear, his voice low and gravelly, "I hope you have more tricks up your sleeve.."

You chuckled, leaning back slightly. You hooked another finger under one of your bra straps, grinning down at him as you sliced through it too, watching his reaction intently. "We're even now.." you murmured, chuckling as you cut through the other strap, placing the blade in your mouth to reach behind you and undo the clasp, pulling the scrap of lace away from your chest.

Rafe's smirk transformed into a devilish grin as he watched you effortlessly slice through the straps of your bra, his eyes glued to the motion. He chuckled along with you, his hands roaming over your thighs, almost kneading like a cat, when you leaned back again, discarding your bra somewhere on the floor. His nostrils flared, his breaths coming out in short, ragged spurts, as he took in the sight of your bare chest.

He shifted under you, his body moving as he tried to find a more comfortable position against the bed.

His eyes were still locked on yours, his gaze hungry and intense. His hands slid up your thighs, his touch firm and possessive, as he pulled you towards him again. He wanted you closer, he needed to be closer. His words were a low growl that rumbled in his chest.

"You're so damn hot... And so goddamn good with knives.. Where did you learn this at..?" He asked as he reached your hips, gripping you and forcing you even closer to him.

You hummed pretending to think about his question before smirking "The Cut is a very dangerous place.." you cooed. "Take off your shirt.." you commanded softly.

Rafe chuckled, amused by your snarky response. His hands obeyed your command without a second thought, leaving your hips and quickly moving to the hem of his shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled it off, revealing the tan, smooth skin and hard muscles beneath. He dropped the shirt to the side, raising an eyebrow at you, the smirk still playing on his lips.

Your gaze roamed over his bare chest, your eyes roving over every dip and contour of his body. You leaned forward, your hands sliding over his skin after placing the blade aside, tracing over the ridges and valley of his muscles. You felt him shiver under you, his breathing growing more labored as your fingertips danced across his flesh. "Not bad..."

Rafe's skin pebbled with goosebumps, his entire body tensing as your fingers traced over his chest, drawing out a low, guttural moan from his throat. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his head tilting back into the bed as he relished in the sensation of your touch. He was a strong, powerful man, but in this moment, he felt vulnerable and exposed, completely surrendering himself to your every touch.

"You like what you see..?" He murmured, his voice thick with desire.

"I do.." you cooed softly, leaning in to press small chaste kisses over his jaw, hands sliding down to pop the button of his jeans open, "Can i ride you, Rafe?" you asked lowly, breath ghosting over the shell of his ear.

Rafe groaned, the sound deep and guttural, as your lips left a trail of kisses down his jaw. His breath hitched when your fingers popped the button of his jeans open, the touch igniting a fire in him he didn't know he had. The sound of your voice, low and seductive, sent a shiver down his spine, and he could feel himself growing harder at the thought of you riding him.

He managed to open his eyes, meeting your gaze, his voice thick with lust as he nodded, his words a strangled moan

"God yes.. please.."

You leaned back, climbing off his lap momentarily to slide down your shorts, throwing them on the floor too, leaving you in your black underwear. You straddled him once again as you zipped down his pants, pulling them down his thighs, not bothering to take them off fully. Your movements were hurried and full of arousal, pulling him out of his boxers and hovering just above him. You slid your underwear to the side, hovering just a few moments more before letting yourself sink down on him, a sweet low moan escaping your lips.

Rafe groaned deeply as you straddled him, his head falling back against the bed as his hips bucked involuntarily, searching for that sweet pressure that he knew he'd soon feel. His eyes fluttered shut, his fingers gripping the sheets as hard as he could as he felt your fingers teasing him, hovering just above him, the anticipation driving him crazy.

And then you finally filled yourself with Rafe, and he could no longer form a complete sentence, he let out a strangled moan, his breath coming out in quick little pants. His eyes shot open, meeting your gaze, the lust and desire written all over his face as he leaned up to kiss your neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there.

"God damn... how the hell are you so good at this.." He muttered against your skin, his hands roaming over your back, searching for something to hold onto, something to ground himself.

"Practice, i guess.." you mumbled, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders for support, throwing your head back as you waited fully to adjust to all the feelings coursing through you, to the size of him.

Rafe chuckled weakly, the sound coming out more like a moan than anything as he felt you adjust to him. His hands held tightly to your hips, his grip firm and desperate. He leaned up as much as he could to press sloppy kisses across your collarbone, his mouth trailing a hot, wet path along your skin.

"I'm gonna.." he groaned, his breath hitching as you shifted slightly above him "I'm gonna need you to move soon"

You chuckled softly, lifting your head back up to look at him, your tongue running across your bottom lip in playful tease."Impatient, are we?"

Your tone was playful as you spoke, though you could feel the growing tension in your own body, your own desire for him building up with every second that passed. Slowly, you began to move, your thighs flexing as you lifted yourself up, the sensations rippling through your body like electricity, leaving you wanting more as you slammed down, eyes fixed down on where you were connected.

Rafe felt like he was in heaven, the sensations you were giving him were heavenly. His head fell back on the pillow, a loud moan leaving his lips as you moved once more, each time bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes..” he whispered, his voice hoarse and needy as he looked up at you "Please.. I need to.. oh god" Another moan left his lips, as he tried to force himself to speak his mind

You began moving in earnest now, setting a fast and hard pace, relishing in the way Rafe's body responded to you, the way his hands gripped your hips tightly. You could see beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead as he tried to keep himself together, his breathing becoming erratic. Your moans mingled with his as you chased your own pleasure, face twisted in pleasure. "So big.. so good.." you cooed between harsh breaths.

The words you spoke were like music to his ears, sending him over the edge with each one, making him lose himself completely in the pleasure you were giving him. He reached up to bury one hand in your hair, tugging it roughly, his other hand roaming across your side, his fingers leaving marks on your skin as he gripped you tightly, as if he was afraid you were going to vanish.

"You're so.. tight.. so perfect" He groaned out, his mouth open as he tried to gasp for air, his own breathing ragged and harsh. You could see the strain to keep control on Rafe's face, the way his eyebrows furrowed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as if to hold back a sound. You felt it in the way his fingers dug into your hip, the way his breath hitched, and the way his body moved underneath you.

His hand in your hair was gripping it tightly, tilting your head back as he thrust into you, matching your rhythm and guiding your hips with his other hand. Your nails dug in the flesh of his shoulder, your moans catching in your throat as the tip of him kissed your cervix with every movement.

He let out a guttural moan at the feeling of your nails digging into him, his hand in your hair pulling harder, making your head tilt back even more, giving him the perfect angle to kiss your neck. His tongue traced a hot, wet path up to your ear, his breath hot and uneven.

"Ride me.. ride me like you mean it" he commanded you roughly, his voice holding a hint of desperation.

The way his words made you feel, the sound of them deep and gravelly, left you reeling. The tone of his voice, the command behind them, it made you want to submit to him, to give him whatever he wanted, and when you did, he showed you in all the right ways how grateful he was. Your body moved faster and harder above him, as you rode him like he was asking, as you were craving. A series of moans and whimpers and gasps leaving your lips

You looked down at where he was buried inside of you, face twisting in pleasure and ecstasy, relishing in the feeling of his big hand in your hair and the other one guiding your hips sloppily. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your breath coming out in erratic gasps as you felt your body respond to his words, your hips picking up the pace, riding him like he had asked, as best you could, given his death grip on them. It was as if a switch had been flipped and all you could think about was him, the pleasure he was giving you, the way he felt inside of you.

He watched you with hunger in his eyes, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he felt you move over him, obeying his command. The wet, flithy sounds filling the room were the only thing that could be heard, as well as both of your ragged breaths. His body was trembling, his thighs shaking under you from the effort he was making to keep himself from coming, his moans and the filth escaping him, the obscene words that he spoke in your ear, words he would deny ever saying once he came. But he couldn't help the effect you had on him, the words he couldn't stop himself from saying when you were riding him like the good girl he knew you could be, when he had the perfect hold on your head and hip, when he could guide you in the ways that pleased him the most. He couldn't control it, and he didn't want to, at least for the moment.

You arched into his chest even more, digging your nails into his shoulders almost hard enough to pain him, "Rafe.. 'm close.." you mumbled breathlessly, keeping the pace of your hips fast, your movements growing more frantic and sloppy.

"Come for me, angel." He breathed out, the words dripping with need and lust. His hand in your hair pulled again, tilting your head to the side, his mouth immediately going to your neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh there, his lips sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving a possessive mark, one you'd have to hide from your friends later.

Your whole world was Rafe Cameron at the moment, how could it not be. He was everywhere, on you, in you, touching you, leaving traces of himself all over you. His hand in your hair, his mouth on your neck, his hands on your hips, you felt like he had his fingerprints all over you. Your breathing was growing more harsh, letting out a sweet moan as the pleasure finally snapped in your lower stomach, your orgasm washing over you and causing your body to shake gently in his arms, thighs clenching almost painfully.

His name left your lips like a mantra, and he kissed you to swallow the sound, taking your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it gently. He loved the way his name sounded on your lips, and how easily he could get you to say it, but he loved the sounds you made even more. And when you did say his name in that soft, breathy, desperate way it left him reeling. He was addicted to it, and knew he'd never be able to get enough. He kissed you with a fierce, desperate passion, his hands roaming your body, wanting to touch all of you at the same time, his hips lifting to meet yours.

He could feel you trembling in his hold, and he knew you were feeling sensitive and over worked and he loved that. That he was the one to make you feel that way, and that he'd be the only one to ever put you like this. He kissed away the moans he was eliciting from you, the small whimpers, the soft sighs and gasps of pleasure, loving every moment of it.

He held you as you came down slowly from your high, his hands now soothing and gentle, running softly up and down your back. He placed gentle kiss to your neck, your shoulder, your face. Anywhere he could place a kiss, he did. He was completely wrecked, but he wanted to make sure you felt good. He knew the feeling and he knew it could overwhelm you a bit. So he was trying to be as sweet as he could.

"Did you finish..?" you asked, still moving your hips lazily, drawing out the pleasure as long as you could.

He groaned at the feeling of you still moving your hips, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily, his breathing ragged. Your question made him chuckle. "Yeah, yeah I did.. about two minutes ago" he responded. He gently grabbed your hips, encouraging you to still, his own hips still, trying to catch his breath

You looked down at him, eyes roaming over his face. You had just fucked Rafe Cameron. And enjoyed it nonetheless. You felt a bit guilty bout it but you pushed down the feeling, too drunk and satisfied from the sex to care at the moment. You could regret it tomorrow when you were gonna wake up with a hangover and not remember half of what you just did or said. "Good.." you mumbled, resting your forehead on his shoulder, sighing quietly.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, his hands tracing random patterns on your back. His heart rate was still elevated, but it was slowly returning to normal, his breathing more even. The afterglow of sex still lingered between you, and, for once, Rafe didn't feel the need to say anything. He simply held you, his head resting on top of yours as his fingers ran gently up and down your spine.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, ive been fighting the most awful cold for the past days. What do y'all think about the first meeting between Rafe and the reader? They're such freaks, I'm actually giggling and kicking my feet every time i have a scene with Rafe. The last part of the chapter is a flashback, in case you couldn't tell..

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[deantfwinchester]

Neighborhood Walgreens

Pairing: No-Outbreak!AU, Joel x Teacher!Reader like always

This one takes place before the other two timeline-wise, I guess - just a few months into knowing each other. No established relationship, and some ridiculous flirting.

Summary: A busy, sick Joel gets a little care from the people in his life - including the neighbor and friend he's been crushing on for the past few months.

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff-fluffity-fluff. Bout to get a standing root canal appointment, tbh.

A/N: The bulleted fics are piling up in the notes app, but boy are the well-crafted girlies a bit of a trek. More to come, if the functioning part of my brain has anything to say about it.

Word Count: 5.9k. absolute unit.

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Joel wakes up feeling like shit. He’d felt a bit of a scratch in his throat the night before, but tried to write it off as allergies or something - until he woke himself up coughing before his alarm could even go off. He knows he has a cold the second he tries to breathe through his nose - no dice. His head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and it’s pounding before he can open his eyes. He shivers when he moves the blankets aside to get up, and each muscle in his body begs him to crawl back into bed.

Ever the trooper, he rises anyway, heading to the bathroom and checking the medicine cabinet to find what he’d feared - no cold medicine. Awesome. Resigning himself to trucking through the day, he blows his nose, pops a couple tylenol, and gets ready. His respiratory system isn’t too fond of the assault, however, and he’s coughing up a lung before he can finish. Today should be fun. He’ll need to stop by the drugstore on his way home. 

Once he’s dressed for the day (trying his best to look alive), Joel trudges down the stairs to see Sarah at the kitchen table, half-eaten bowl of cereal in one hand and a pencil in the other as she finishes the last of her homework. She hears him shuffle in and looks up just as he sniffles, locking eyes right before he can still his features into a facade of rested wellness. The  look on her face tells him he’s not getting away without worrying her, and he hates that. She doesn’t say a word as he makes his way to the coffee pot, she just watches him, only speaking up when he shivers at the mug’s warmth in his hands. The weather’s typical for an early autumn morning, but nowhere near chilly. Though the temperature should drop today with rain in the forecast, Sarah knows her dad and he’s never cold. 

“You know, I could just head next door. I guarantee she’d be happy to drive me,” she says smiling into her textbook, trying to be nonchalant with her concern. She was referring to you, their neighbor of a few months now, who’d given Sarah rides, helped her with homework, or checked in on her when Joel needed. You’d been around since the day you moved in, and neither of them could complain — certainly not Joel. Maybe she was hoping to fluster him a bit as well, suspecting his feelings for you were a bit more than the friendship he insists they are. 

He chokes on his coffee and coughs a little, shaking his head as she closes her book and begins leafing through her notes. Joel’s been worried enough lately that he’s taking advantage of your kindness too much — afraid he’s inconveniencing you and you’re too nice to say no, despite your insistence to help on more than one occasion. Besides, he already feels crappy, the last thing he wants today is for you to see him like this, hardly able to keep himself together. Or worse, to get you sick as well. Absolutely not. He opens his mouth to respond, but she speaks first. “It’s not like she hasn’t before. Maybe just one day? You need…,” she trails off, losing the battle with her expression as her eyebrows knit together and she notes the pallor and exhaustion on his own.

He takes a swig of his coffee hoping it will soothe the growing soreness in his throat before responding, “That’s alright kiddo, I-,” but the words catch in his throat before he can finish, and he cuts himself off coughing harshly into his elbow. Sarah grabs a glass and fills it with water while he coughs, longer than he has all morning, and hands it to him when he catches his breath. The look on her face is challenging now — she knows she won’t win this game, but she’ll still put up a fight. Predictably, Joel continues his previous thought as though unfazed by the fit, though his voice tells another story. “It’s just a cold, I’ll be fine. You don’t need to be worryin’ about me, babygirl,” he says hoarsely, waving her off with a sniffle. “You got a science test today, worry about that. You feelin’ ready?,” he asks, subverting talk of both his illness and mentions of you.

Sarah relents with a sigh, “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she says, gesturing to the textbook and notes on the table. He’s more confident than she is, and he smiles brightly at her.

“You’ve got it down, not a doubt in my mind. Now finish getting your stuff together before we’re late. I’ll get the car runnin’,” he says, moving his coffee to a travel thermos before grabbing her lunch from the refrigerator and getting it packed up. She looks back at him hesitantly before leaving the room to gather the last of her school stuff. 

Joel’s got his coffee in hand and Sarah’s lunch in the seat next to him as he waits in the truck. It’s nice enough outside, but he’s still chilly, and wonders if he should run back in and grab a jacket. He forgoes this idea when he realizes Sarah’d put up more of a fight if he did, knowing he’s warm-blooded as all hell, and vocally hot until at least November. Not to mention Tommy’d see right through him the second he shows up to work. No, it’s just early in the morning. The day will warm as the sun climbs to its apex for sure. He’ll be alright. 

While he’s thinking too hard through the fog in his head, Sarah climbs into the car with her backpack on, pulling it off to throw into the seat next to her. But not before she’s placed two additions in the seat between them - a box of tissues and a water bottle. She doesn’t say anything to him, just gives him a knowing look before loading her lunch into her backpack. Joel stills a moment — he’s not surprised by her care, but softens at the gesture. As Sarah shuts the passenger door, Joel wonders how the hell she turned out so sweet, and kisses the top of her head in silent thanks before pushing the truck into drive.

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By the time Joel gets to work, his headache has bloomed into pain behind his eyes, leaving him squinting hard in the bright morning sun. He’s also used quite a few tissues since he dropped Sarah off at school. He’s definitely grateful she thought to grab them, but unfortunately, his congestion won’t budge. He’s not naive enough to think he can hide from Tommy, but hopeful that his brother might at least leave him be today. He can muscle through if he’s just working and not being nagged by his brother for hours. He’s sure of it.

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Tommy’s not an idiot, but he lets him slide for the first few hours. It’s clear he knows something’s wrong. Joel’s a quiet enough guy, but never this silent, only speaking up when the work demands. He noticed when Joel got out of the truck this morning looking particularly drained - both in face and demeanor - and had checked in as casually as possible, hoping to avoid his brother’s evident and exceptional irritability. Joel, of course, had promptly brushed him off and clammed up for the remainder of the morning. Speaking only when spoken to hadn’t stopped Joel from making noise, though, much to his brother’s dismay. Tommy had seen him all morning, breaking into intermittent fits of coughing he’d attempt to mask beneath the racket of power tools. Tommy’s just about as good at hiding his concern, and Joel catches him looking in his direction in the thick of it on more than one occasion. After which Joel would rip his eyes from his brother’s fretful gaze, hoping to deter him from moving forward to give him a once-over. 

Despite his many efforts otherwise, Tommy knows Joel’s sick - too sick to be working like he is today. It’s when the guys break for lunch around noon and Joel just quietly nurses a bottle of water (which he only has because Sarah made sure of it, no less), that Tommy decides he’s got all the evidence he needs. Tommy sidles up next to his brother who’s leaning against his truck bed, and by the looks of it, allowing it to hold most of his weight, too weary to do so himself. Tommy sighs next to him, and Joel braces for what’s coming.

“You know, we’ve pretty much got it covered over here today, not a lot left to do before we pour anyhow. Probably a good thing, bottom looks like it’s gonna fall out before long,” he says, gesturing to the darkening sky above them. “We can manage for the day if you wanna head on home, maybe take a nap? Hate to tell ya, but you look like hell.” Tommy nudges his brother’s shoulder with his own playfully, attempting to lighten the mood. Joel rolls his eyes at Tommy, sniffing and clearing his throat to talk.

“Nah. ‘S just a cold. I’ll be alright,” Joel says, hoping to end the discussion with his curt response, but failing when his throat catches on the last word. Tommy’s face is etched in worry at the sound of the cough tearing up his brother’s throat. 

While Joel attempts to catch his breath, Tommy takes in the reddened flush on Joel’s otherwise pale face, and the distant glassiness in his eyes. Taking advantage of his distracted state, Tommy places the back of his hand against Joel’s forehead. He’s barely there long enough to get a read on his temp before Joel swats his hand away, but it’s enough. No wonder he’s caught Joel shivering more than once today. 

“Dammit Joel, you know better. We’ve sent guys home for less and you know it,” says Tommy, face twisting in frustration and concern. 

“Tommy it’s fine I-“ Joel attempts to reply, but Tommy cuts him off. 

“Did you even bother to check it before ya left? You know this is a fuckin’ hazard on the job. Damn accident waitin’ to happen,” his tone is grave, but his expression is worried and achingly sincere. Joel pushes the thought from his mind and shapes up - not his little brother’s job, he can take care of himself. 

“No. I’m fine to keep workin. That’s it. We got stuff to do,” Joel says with finality, turning on his heel and promptly returning to his tasks. Tommy’s not happy about it, but he could spend all day arguing with his bullheaded brother, tiring him out more without making any headway. No, he’ll just keep a closer eye on him while they work. That’ll have to do.

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It’s when the rain starts coming down a little after two that Tommy hits his limit. Once he notices a couple drops beginning to fall, he looks to Joel, just in time to see his brother shivering when the drops make contact with his overheated skin. That’s enough of that. Tommy stalks over to his brother, whose reaction time is significantly slowed, and Joel turns to look at him a bit dazed. 

“Alright, that’s it. Rain’s coming down, you’re shaking like a fuckin’ leaf. Go home.” It’s Tommy’s turn to remain steadfast in his convictions. Joel looks over at him with tired eyes and Tommy can’t help but soften. 

Only when a few chilled drops hit Joel’s face and neck making him colder than he’s felt all day that he concedes. “Yeah, alright.” It’s clear he doesn’t have the energy to put up a fight, especially when Tommy pats his shoulder comfortingly and he slumps a bit. Joel’s shivering again as Tommy ushers him back toward his truck. 

“We’re heading out soon as we get cleaned up anyway. How ‘bout I pick up Sarah? Just go home and get some sleep?” Tommy asks, hopeful now that his brother’s folding. 

“Okay,” he breathes out, running a hand down his face before trying in vain to rub out the pain behind his eyes. Joel stops just outside the driver’s side door and looks to Tommy to thank him. 

“‘Course. Now head home. I’ll see you in a little bit,” Tommy responds, to which Joel nods, then climbs into the truck. Tommy takes another look back to find his brother sitting in the driver’s seat gathering himself, mildly satisfied with this result 

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For once you actually make your way to the parking lot right after school on a Friday. You're notorious for staying too late, grading, planning, or straight up yapping, but today you’d made a rookie mistake. You’d showed up to work on Day 2 of your period without checking your advil stash. Fuck. 

After a day of cramping, crabbiness, and guilty apologies after being kind of a bitch to your students a couple of times, you head to your car as soon as the bell rings. You’ll stop in the Walgreens around the corner from your neighborhood for a quick supply run, then head home to be comfortably horizontal for the remainder of this fine Friday afternoon.

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Truth be told, Joel is relieved to be done for the day by the time Tommy makes him leave. The last of his resolve had crumbled and fallen with the first raindrops and the chill they set in his bones. He turns the heat on in his truck and settles in, letting the air warm him up and willing the pounding in his head to subside just long enough to focus on the road. A few minutes and a bout of coughing later, he finally works up the strength to drive home, only to realize he’s still horrifically unmedicated. Shit. Guess he’s stopping at the drugstore on his way home if he wants even a little relief.

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Joel’s standing in the cold and flu aisle of his neighborhood Walgreens, sniffling miserably and squinting heavy-lidded at different cold medicine boxes in each of his hands. He remembers one particular medicine helping at least a bit more than others last time he was sick, but for the life of him he can’t remember which one it was. Dammit, he really just wants to get out of here. He’d much rather keep this cold to himself than be hacking in public, but he needs something if he’s ever gonna stop coughing long enough to get the sleep he desperately needs. 

The tiny white letters on the back of these orange and green boxes are starting to run together, and the pain behind his eyes digs its heels into his frontal lobe. He squeezes his eyes shut and curses a little louder than he realizes, triggering a coughing fit in the middle of the store. Great. Now everyone in the store knows he’s carrying a respiratory plague. He’s sniffling and feeling like a walking germ when he hears his name called.

“Joel?” you call from the end of the aisle, having heard his voice from a few lanes over. Joel turns his head to see - oh no. Jesus. Boy did he wish you weren’t the one seeing him look so gross right now. As you come closer to find him squinting under the clinical brightness of the drugstore, you get a good look at him. He looks… rough. His hair’s a bit damp, and more disheveled than usual - not the fresh, styled damp you see when he leaves the house after a shower, but a clammier mix of sweat and rain. His posture is far from the typical confidence and swagger he typically wields with each step, and is more evidently haggard. You notice his eyes first though, with dark circles and brows creased in confused exhaustion. They’re half-closed too, like he’s fighting to keep them open. 

He tries to open them wider and stand up straighter as you approach, clearing his throat to speak, but he’s coughing again before he can get a word out. He’s shaking with the force of it and you notice his shirt is damp in places as well - must have gotten caught in the rain. Just minutes ago, he’d have been uncomfortable under your scrutiny, but he’s too wrapped up in catching his breath to be embarrassed at this point. You draw nearer with pure concern in your eyes as his coughing subsides, and his resolve melts a bit more.

“Whoa, hey, you okay over there? That sounded painful,” you say, finally meeting his eyes. He notices the fretful tone in your voice — it’s gentler than his brother’s but carries the same intention. 

“Yeah, can’t say it feels great,” Joel says hoarsely before attempting to clear his throat once again, hoping his lungs will cooperate this time. “Can’t seem to remember which of these damn pills will give me a hand though.”

“Didn’t I just see you on Wednesday? When did you start feeling bad?” you ask, leaning against his side to take a closer look at one of the boxes from his hands. Maybe with some details you can help figure something out to get him feeling better, or at least let him rest.

“Last night, I guess. Came on pretty quick. Was workin’ okay this morning, but once the rain started, Tommy sent me packin’.”

“You went to work like this, Joel?! Isn’t that like, dangerous? You could really hurt yourself,” you chastise, rubbing his upper arm comfortingly while staring up at him looking utterly devastated. Christ he may melt into a puddle right here. He’s seen this look before, and though he doesn’t want you close enough to catch this, he doesn’t have the heart to shove you away like he did Tommy. He bothers to look at least a little guilty, and you sigh before continuing: “Bad idea. And you know it. Now, let’s figure this out. You’ve got the cough down for sure - what are your other symptoms?”

Before Joel can respond, he looks down into the small basket hanging over your arm and notices its contents: a box of pads, tampons, a bag of peanut M&Ms, a resealable bag of bite-sized chocolates, sour gummy worms, two different pain medications, and a box of peppermint tea. Pain relief, pads, and candy salad. Caught. This is not a conversation you want to have with Joel — men get weird about periods for some childish reason, and you’re really not in the mood. You glance down and move the basket behind you a bit, ready to brush him off and keep the conversation on him, but when you meet his eyes they’re wider and his brows are furrowed above you, drinking you in.

“You sure you’re feeling alright?,” he asks, gesturing to the contents of your little black basket. His tone mirrors the worry you’ve been bleeding since you turned onto the aisle. You’re taken aback by the question at all, given the obvious nature of today’s dilemma — one most men you know wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. His voice doesn’t waver, and his expression doesn’t falter, or express an ounce of discomfort. It’s interesting, but you’d rather not dwell on it, and laugh him off anyway.

“Oh, yeah. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before of course,” you smile and wave your hand in the air to brush off his concern, but his eyebrows inch closer to one another, and his head tilts slightly to the side. You’re the one growing warm under his perusal now, so you turn the subject back to him. “Anyway, talk to me. What’s the matter?”

Joel stares a moment longer, but begins to rattle off a list of fairly standard cold symptoms. You’re glad it isn’t anything too serious, he’ll probably just feel crappy for a couple of days while his immune system does the heavy lifting. Now to figure out what can be done to make him more comfortable in the meantime. One thing you know for certain after hearing the growing congestion in his voice and the rasp in his throat — he’s gonna need the stronger stuff. You take the boxes from his hands and return them to the shelf. He looks at you perplexed, struggling to sniffle against the congestion that — according to the pained squinting he’s still doing beneath the fluorescent lights — is giving him a hell of a sinus headache, and keeping him from breathing through his nose. Fine as he may be in a few days, at the moment he looks devastatingly uncomfortable. 

“Yeah, this crap on the shelf isn’t gonna work. Let’s get ya some of the stronger stuff,” you say, patting his shoulder before tugging him along to the pharmacy. He doesn’t ask any questions, just quietly follows your lead. Along the way, you explain the useless nature of the phenylephrine in the easy stuff, and how the good stuff requires you to show your ID. You tell him why the drugs with the pseudoephedrine are more helpful, and he nods and snuffles in understanding. Sounds good to him, he’ll let you take the lead on that one. As smart as he knows you are, he more than trusts your judgment.

You approach the counter and begin perusing the options, talking with the pharmacist about what you need, when Joel starts coughing again. You can’t help but rub his back and whisper soft words in comfort when his face twists in pain from the fit wreaking havoc in his chest. As your hand moves in soothing circles across his back, you can feel the heat of his skin through his t-shirt. Shit, he didn’t say anything about a fever. You need to get him home as soon as possible. 

When he’s composed a bit, you wrap up with the pharmacist, and she asks for your ID. You pull yours from your bag and hand it to her, but pause. Should you show her your own? Does she need to see Joel’s too?

“Oh, for sure. Uhm, do you need to see his too, since he’s the patient?” you ask, wanting to get done with this as quickly and smoothly as possible so you can get him out of here. She’s looking at the card in her hand intently and entering your information into the computer, busy with the transaction.

“No ma’am. We don’t need your husband’s ID since you’re the one purchasing,” she responds, not lifting her eyes from the computer. You blush at this, but she doesn’t seem to notice until Joel’s eyes go wide and he chokes, forcing him into another bout of harsh coughing. Jesus, his throat must be torn up. You reach for him with one hand and place your own basket and a few other sick day supplies on the counter with the other before she finalizes the transaction. 

“Thanks for all your help!,” you say a bit frantically as you begin to usher him toward the exit. You walk out of the store in silence, neither one of you looking at the other, each of you trying to keep a nervous smirk at bay. Only when the automatic doors shut behind you do you turn to look at each other and laugh heartily, extremely entertained by the pharmacist’s assumption. The laughter only ceases when it sends Joel coughing again — you need a read on that fever he’s sporting. Once he’s mostly caught his breath, you move closer and place a gentle hand on his forehead, then move it down toward his cheek. Joel closes his eyes and without realizing, leans forward into your soft touch. When your hand leaves his face, his eyes open to find that look again, and he muses that you may make him sweat before the fever gets the chance. 

“You didn’t mention this earlier. Did you know you’re running a fever, Joel?” you ask him, and he looks guilty toward the asphalt. 

“Tommy mighta mentioned somethin’ about it earlier, but I’ll be alright,” he responds, but fails to suppress a shiver when the breeze kicks up. Your heart breaks a little seeing him shaking — how did you miss that earlier? You sigh deeply before telling him you’re hesitant to let him drive home. He insists it’ll be fine, and you understand it’d be more of a hassle to come get his truck later on. You concede since it’s such a short trip back, but you’ll follow him back to your adjacent homes. 

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After parking your car in the driveway next to his own, you meet Joel at his truck. You bat his hand away when he attempts to grab the bags from yours, and tell him to go unlock the door. Ever the gentleman, he’s a little perturbed, but follows your instructions anyway. Once you’re both inside the house, you set the items on the table and sit him down next to it before heading for the cabinet and filling a glass with water. After passing him the glass and watching as he slowly sips, you unload the bags, and begin reading the back of the box from the pharmacy. 

“Have you eaten anything today? It’s probably not a great idea to take this on an empty stomach,” you say. He goes a little green at the thought of eating anything before swallowing and huffing a response.

“No, haven’t really felt like it. Don’t think it’d sit well right now, to be honest. I’ll be alright with just the medicine, I bet.” You sigh in response, a little anxious it’ll make him feel worse, but either option could do that at this point. At least the thought of the medicine isn’t nauseating for him at the moment. You’ll let it slide, for now. 

“Fine. But you’ll definitely need to eat something substantial later,” you tell him, giving him a once-over, taking advantage of the single instance he’s below you to get a good look at him. You’re already thinking through take-out options that might help tonight. Another day, you’d make some soup for him — get him full and warm him up. Hell, tomorrow you might. But today you’re exhausted, with the period fatigue and the cramps that won’t let up, you’re definitely ready to get into some more comfy Friday Afternoon Clothes. 

“Alright, you get changed and get comfy on the couch. I’m just gonna run home and get outta these work clothes, then I’ll be right back.” 

“You’ve done plenty already today, darlin’, really. Helped me out more than you know. And I’d hate for you to catch this too,” he explains, looking guiltier than you’d like. You’re plenty aware of the risk here but at the moment you couldn’t care less. You don’t really feel like sitting by yourself in your house right now anyway. No reason both of you should feel crappy alone. 

“Uh, Joel, did you forget that we’re ‘married’ now? I’ll be back in just a minute to check on you,” you insist, smiling at him. He looks at you admonishingly and smiles back, shaking his head. You have no idea how happy that makes him — his stomach flutters at the joke, and it isn’t from his illness. You hesitate on the way out the door, and turn to check with him once again. “If having me hovering is gonna keep you up though, I can totally leave you be. I don’t want to keep you from getting the rest you need.” Your voice and expression are apprehensive, afraid to be a bother. 

He probably doesn’t still his face well enough, and he’s certain you can see desperation in his eyes when he shakes his head. He can’t tell you quite yet, but he’s over the moon you want to stick around. All semblance of nobility is dropped - having you near him could never be unwelcome. “You don’t hover, sweetheart. Nothing about you is bothersome. I’d love the company, actually,” he tells you in earnest.

Your expression settles at the reassurance, and you smile back at him. “Good. I’ll just be a few minutes,” you begin, but your smile turns to a grimace with the last few words as you feel a sharp twisting in your stomach and lower back. Your hand instinctively grips your stomach, hoping to ease the pain. There’s definitely no escaping that one. Joel’s eyes widen, but you cut him off before he can ask if you’re okay. “Yep, I'm gonna get out of these pants and into something loose before my uterus tries to kill me,” you joke, reaching for the knob. 

Joel chuckles in response but he’s frowning a bit. The look from the drugstore is back, and you don’t know what to do with his sympathy. You can’t look long before heading out. 

He hates seeing the pain you’re in, but what upsets him most is the way you brush it off. Like your pain is smaller, or insignificant by comparison — one he wouldn’t draw anyway. It sticks with him more than it probably should, but he can’t seem to shake it. He needs to act, somehow. Once he’s changed, he grabs a few blankets from the closet and the heating pad they keep around for his back and for Sarah’s own cycles. He knows how much it can help her, so he figures it couldn’t hurt to offer, at least. 

He sets up a spot on the couch for you both — a little nest for staring at the tv and, (he hopes), cozying up just a bit for extra comfort. He’s still not hungry, but he microwaves a bag of popcorn and grabs some other assorted salty snacks to join the candy you’d picked up. He’s seen how snacky you can get after school sometimes, and wants to make sure you have an array of options, prepped for any craving. 

You return as he’s placing the last of these items down on the coffee table — he’s rather proud of his little presentation — and sees your hair up and a comfy set of sweats that are just a little too long in the arms and legs. Lord help him, you look fucking adorable. He can’t stop the grin that spreads across his face when you walk toward him. 

“Well don’t you look cozy,” he says with eyes shining at your improved expression. You give him an exaggerated little twirl to show off the baggy outfit you’ve adorned yourself in for this evening’s activities. 

“Damn right! I’m ready for anything now,” you say, stuffing your hands in the pocket of your hoodie. He’s laughing in response before it catches in his throat again and he starts coughing. 

“That makes one of us,” he jokes once he’s caught his breath. 

“Yep, I want you on the couch. Right now. Go ahead and get comfy and I’ll get the medicine. We gotta get you drugged up enough if you’re gonna get any sleep.” You’re ushering him to the couch when you stop in your tracks. When you catch sight of the coffee table snacks and the heating pad set up on one side of the couch, already plugged in and waiting, you nearly tear up. You’re speechless for a moment — no one’s ever done anything like this for you before. This little thoughtful gesture means the world, and you’re not sure what to say. 

“Joel! You didn’t need to do all this. You’re sick, I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” you insist, nudging his arm with your own, leaning lightly into his side. 

“Wasn’t hardly anything, darlin’, just some stuff I know helps Sarah when she gets to feelin’ like you do. She likes her snacks salty, and always feels better with this little fire hazard next to ‘er,” he says, gesturing to the heating pad on the couch. His grin turns mischievous before he starts again: “Besides, you said it yourself, we’re ‘married’ now, huh? I oughta know what my wife needs just as well,” he finishes, voice too satisfied, and eyebrows raised in jest. 

You’re giggling when you grab his hand and squeeze it, thanking him. “This goofy little bit we’re doin’ ends the second Sarah and your brother walk through the door, by the way. Not looking to scare her, that’s the last thing I wanna do,” you instruct.

“‘Course, but fuckin’ with Tommy sure woulda been fun,” he says to you, and you laugh in agreement. Once you see he’s settled, you make tea for the both of you, hoping it’ll work magic with the medicine to get him resting comfortably and — with any luck — napping before long. He’ll probably protest, but with a little coaxing, you’ll get it into him. 

When you return with the tea, he takes it from you with both hands, before using one to pull you down on the couch next to him. He’s pulled you a little closer than you may have sat yourself, and he’s pleased when you don’t pull away or readjust. You just grab the heating pad, crank it up, and stick it behind your lower back while leaning forward to grab the medicine. You check his temperature again with the back of your hand while he’s preoccupied taking the medicine you’d doled out to him. He’s a little warmer than he was outside the drug store. 

“Maybe we should get a number on that. Where do you keep your thermometer?” you ask, worry written on your face all over again. You attempt to rise from the couch to go hunting, but he grips your hand again, keeping you in place.

“Nope, nope, it’s fine sweetheart, I promise. You need to get some rest too. Sit,” he directs, his tone leaving no room for discussion. You roll your eyes, but wriggle back against the couch again before pulling a blanket into your lap. Joel fiddles with the cord of the heating pad and readjusts it behind your back, making sure it isn’t folded or sitting uncomfortably against you. You sigh in relief and fall a bit toward him as you settle in, and he inches you way as well. You arbitrarily turn on a movie you’ve both seen, fully aware neither of you will be making it to the end, and snuggle closer. The fevered heat humming beneath his skin is pleasantly warm against you as he settles deeper, and he’s slipping in and out of conversation within minutes. 

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Sarah walks through the door with Tommy in tow while end credits roll across the tv. They head into the den to check on Joel, but conversation falls silent and they stop in their tracks at the sight they discover. You’re sleeping peacefully, legs tucked up under you and head lolled against the back of the couch. Joel’s head has somehow found its way into your lap, and he’s resting warmly on your stomach, no doubt alleviating some of the pain with his warmth and weight. Your hand rests on his shoulder, holding him securely.

Tommy’s face goes slack, but Sarah’s smiling ear to ear, and turns to her uncle, trying to quiet her laughter. He looks at her wide-eyed, but says nothing, and she holds her hand out between them, fingers curling toward her palm.

“Pay up,” she says, way too satisfied for Tommy’s liking, and far too much like her father. He rolls his eyes, and digs his wallet out of his pocket. He really thought his brother would be too chicken to do anything about this — at least for a little while longer.

[magicalqueennightmare]

Changes

Bucky Barnes x Reader (nicknamed Belle)

You invited Bucky to start staying with you when he’s in Louisiana but a change in your relationship settles the fact that it’s time to get rid of that apartment he hasn’t seen in months

Warnings: descriptions of scars, sex

You weren’t pushing Bucky to share your room with you mainly because you respected the fact that he wanted to take things slow. You weren’t stupid, you knew very damn well he could hurt you if things got too intense. You also trusted that he wouldn’t. You set up the guest bedroom closest to yours for him.  You made the bed with a set of your extra sheets and even set up the extra bathroom with towels and washcloths and such. You wanted him to feel at home in your home.

“You know he’s planning to get rid of his apartment don’t you?” Sarah asked you one day as you and her walked down the dock and you froze, “He hadn’t told me that. I assumed he’d keep it as a backup plan” she stopped and eyed you for a moment “Do you want him to keep it as a backup plan?” you slowly shook your head “No” she grinned “Didn’t think so. Belle I think he’s falling for you just as much as you’re falling for him”

You felt your face warm “Jesus, am I that transparent?” she laughed “I’ve known you your entire life sweetie” you ducked your head “I can’t exactly tell him that. Hell this is new territory for me Sarah. I’m not some blushing virgin. You know that but with him it’s different. He’s different. He’s this man who has gone through so much hell for so long and for some reason he looks at me and finds some semblance of peace in me. My craziness becomes his calm. He makes me feel safe and wanted. On my worse he wouldn’t judge me. I feel more with a kiss from him then I did with sex from any of my exes” 

She laughed “That sounds like love to me” you scrubbed your hand down your face “I’m not putting a label on anything at the moment because I’m not any pressure on him” she nodded “I’m not saying you have to but just know it’s good to see you happy and even if Sam acts like he’s annoyed, he’s happy to see Bucky getting his footing back too”

“So, you’re getting rid of your apartment. You met Nic. It’s serious between you and Belle huh?” Sam asked Bucky and he glanced up “I care about her a lot Sam” Sam nodded slowly “I can see that Buck. Not what I asked though. Your entire world is kind of starting to shift to include her. You carry that damn keychain she got you on missions with you like Steve used to carry that damn compass”

Bucky ran his fingers along the keychain in question “I like having it close. It’s a part of her” Sam smiled slightly “She’s helping to bring back a part of you, you thought you’d never see again” Bucky glared at him “Do you have any other setting beside the therapy voice or the asshole voice?” Sam barked out a laugh “Nope”

They got quiet then Sam spoke “She already knows about the nightmares” Bucky nodded “She hasn’t seen the scars yet” Sam cut his eyes up “You two haven’t…” “SAM” Bucky warned and he held up his hands “Sorry man! Didn’t mean to assume. You know Belle isn’t an asshole like that. She isn’t gonna care” Bucky nodded, he was still hesitant for you to see them or the entirety of his arm. “Don’t hold back from her man. She cares so much about you…for some reason” Sam teased and Bucky shook his head “Asshole”

Bucky was due home at any time. You had gotten off later than you were supposed to but you weren’t exactly about to chase Mr Franklins out of the store. You pulled up to your place and saw the porch light was on. That meant Bucky was already home. Home. That made a smile slip onto your face. Your place was now Bucky’s home.

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You hopped out of your jeep, slamming the door behind yourself and headed for the front door. You slid your key in and called Bucky’s name. When there was no answer you figured he was in the shower. You continued into the house and froze when he was in the hallway wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, hair still wet from the shower.

The two of you stood there for several breaths just staring at each other. Fuck he was downright beautiful. Why the hell was he with you again? The man looked like he was sculpted out by the greek gods as a personal fucking favor. There were scars where his vibranium arm was connected to his shoulder but you expected that. The metal of his dogtags were a sharp contrast to the rapid rising and falling of his chest. “Bucky?” you whispered and realized how wide his eyes were.

“Sorry Doll, I’ll um put a shirt on” he headed for his room and you were stunned for a moment. What the hell just happened. He seemed embarrassed for you to see him? You shook yourself out of the hormone induced stupor and dropped your stuff onto the couch before following him down the hall. You stopped right outside his door and knocked.

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The moment you knocked Bucky took a deep breath. He didn’t want to see that look in your eyes. The disgust or pity at the scars he carried because honestly he wasn’t sure which reaction he feared worse out of you.

He opened the door and your face fell when you looked up at him “You ran from me” “I didn’t want the scars to scare you” he didn’t have a better excuse. You nodded slowly “Can I come in?” he shrugged and stepped back “Your home sweetheart” you smiled and stepped in.

He watched you as you stepped closer to him. One hand tentatively came out to rest on his chest “Nothing of you could ever scare me Bucky” he swallowed hard “Belle, you don’t have to say that” you met his eyes and held them as you stepped closer, just the tips of your fingers brushing over the beginnings of the scars “Nothing of you scares me Bucky” 

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You could see the way his eyes tracked your movements, how his shoulders were starting to relax just slightly. You gently traced the raised scars with your fingertips. It was clear Hydra hadn’t even attempted to take care of him after the surgery. How many infections had ravaged his body and would’ve killed him had it not been for the serum? Just how much had this man survived despite it all? 

When he didn’t move, didn’t shy away, you moved close to kiss the beginnings of the scars. His eyes closed the moment he felt your lips. “Sweetheart” you smiled “It’s ok to let someone show you gentleness. I’m not going to run from you. I know your past, I know you weren’t in control of the things they made you do” you kissed further along the scars and he swallowed hard “Belle, baby” you smiled against his skin “What is it?” 

He opened his eyes and your heart flipped when you saw they were darker than normal. “Darlin, you keep touching me like that and talking like that. I don’t know how strong my willpower is”  you nodded “I’m sorry, I just want you to know that you’re welcome to be yourself here. Don’t hold parts of yourself back from me. I want you. All of you” he watched you for a moment then pulled you into his arms, “You’re amazing sweetheart”

Your palms rested against his bare chest and god help you tried not to let them wander but damn he was gorgeous. He watched you trail your hands across his body and a slow smirk slipped onto his face “What ya doing doll?” you grinned “Sorry, I’ve just never had a man that looks like you want me. Never had a man anything like you want me, never dreamt of a man anything like you” he shook his head “I am not as good of a man as you think I am” you raised your eyes to his “Yes you are”

He smiled “That fire Belle. I love that fire, that’s the same fire you had the day you met me and was willing to fight me over your nephews” you grinned “In my defense there was a random man in Sarah’s house” he laughed and leaned down to brush a kiss against your lips Your hands slid up his chest to hook behind his neck, fingers teasing against his dogtag chain to bring him closer. He rolled his tongue into your mouth and you whimpered lightly against his lips. He grinned against your mouth before you had to pull away to catch your breath. “You ok Belle?”

You nodded “I think I need to let you get a shirt on if we’re not planning to do anything right now because all I want to do is beg you at the moment” and you were rewarded with a light blush gracing his cheeks. “I want to. God I want to but I want to make sure I won't hurt you” you nodded, laying your head over on his chest “I know. I trust that you won’t but you have to trust you won’t” you raised your head and smiled at him “For now” and pressed a kiss to his lips “Know that I love the sight of you shirtless” he smirked “I’ll remember that darlin” you shook your head and untangled yourself from his arms “I’m gonna go put my stuff away and let you get a shirt on” he nodded “Ok”

You looked over your shoulder one more time to get another glimpse of his bare chest and he grinned when he saw he had your attention. “Go on beautiful” you laughed “Ok” and walked out of the room.

You and Bucky ended up at Sarah’s for dinner which really wasn’t a surprise. You normally ended up there. You mainly had breakfast food at your house and some snacks for the boys. All other grocery shopping the food ended up at Sarah’s because that was where you always ended up.

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You laughed, watching the boys chase each other around the yard. It was such a normal evening. Or almost if you didn’t think about the fact that Bucky and Sam had gotten back from a deadly mission a couple hours before in a classified place doing some rescue mission.

“I was thinking we could do Mardi Gras this year if the fellas end up being home” Sarah spoke from next to you and you cut your eyes at her with a grin “Mardi Gras? We haven’t done that in years but do we really wanna take Captain America and the Bucky Barnes along?” she grinned “We should get top treatment” 

You laughed “Good point. Hell I’m up for it if Sam’s home” she laughed “I figured you would be. Think Bucky would be up for the crowd?” you shrugged, looking up where he was talking to Sam “I’ll ask him later” she nodded and sat down next to you. “You two are adorable” you shook your head “Gina has told me the same thing and Kayla has apparently mailed Bucky magnets for his arm that should be here in the next day or two” 

She cracked up laughing “Oh I’m sure he’ll love that” you nodded “There’s flower ones too” she shook her head “I can’t wait to see that”  Bucky looked over at you and smiled. Fuck you were head over heels weren’t you? How were you supposed to keep it in check? 

“Might see if Nic and Gina wanna do Mardi Gras. Depending on his schedule” she grinned “That would be fun” you nodded and the two of you went into planning while the boys played.

“What were you and Sarah laughing so much about?” Bucky asked as he followed you into the door of your place. You looked over your shoulder at him “We were actually planning Mardi Gras” he raised both eyebrows “That huge party New Orleans has” you grinned “He knows what Mardi Gras is! I’m proud”

He shook his head “I’m old, not dead darlin” you laughed “If you two are in town or well if Sam’s in town we’re thinking about going then if you think you’d be good with the crowds” he nodded slowly “I think I’d be ok” you smiled “Ok, I’m gonna check with Gina and Nic too” “Sounds good” he reached out for your waist and pulled you into a kiss. Your hands went to his chest, fingers playing with his dogtags. When he pulled away from your lips you smiled “Night Bucky” he kissed the tip of your nose “Night Belle”

You started towards your room but stopped halfway “You could sleep in here with me if you wanted. You didn’t hurt me when we shared the couch” he nodded slowly so you added “I’m not gonna be upset if you don’t. Just offering” and continued into your room.

You were just getting out of the shower when you heard Bucky knock at your bedroom door. “Hold on a second!” you called and slipped the oversize shirt and panties you normally slept in on.

You walked out of the bathroom and to the door. When you opened it he was standing there and looked so damn nervous it made your heart flip. He had on a pair of grey sweatpants and nothing else. “Damn” you whispered, forgetting that his hearing was better. He smirked slightly, “That offer still stand?”

You stepped back and waved him in “Of course” he walked into the room and you closed the door behind him. “Do you have a side of the bed you prefer?” you asked and he shook his head “Not really” you nodded “Good, I like the right” he was still kind of just standing in the middle of the floor so you slipped your hand into his vibranium one, the metal cool under your touch  “It’s just sleeping in the bed with me Bucky. Nothing more honey” he lightly traced the back of your hand with his thumb and a small smile slipped onto his face when you didn’t flinch. It hurt when you realized that was what he expected. God he’d gone too long without kindness, without the gentleness he deserved. 

You pulled him towards the bed and he let you so you only let his hand go to walk around to your side of the bed. You stopped and cut your eyes down “Is this ok? Should I put some shorts or something on?” his eyes trailed down your body and you felt your face warm at the look in them “No doll, that’s perfect” you grinned “Ok then” and slid under the comforter. He walked around and climbed into the bed next to you, turning on his side to face you. 

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You smiled, bringing up one hand but stopped right before putting it on his chest “Is this ok?” he nodded “You can touch me Belle” you spread your hand out across his chest, smoothing it over the muscle. He swallowed hard, eyes staying on yours. “You’re so damn beautiful darlin” you felt your face warm “Barnes you have got to be the most gorgeous man I have ever laid my eyes on. I am mediocre at best next to you”

He was laying on his right side and you could tell even after this long he was still afraid to touch you intimately with his left arm. He raised it to brush your hair back from your face and you leaned into his touch. He smiled “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen Belle and I’ve been alive a very long time” you laughed “Don’t remind me I’m a grave robber” he scrunched his nose up “A what?” you shook your head “That’s what Nic keeps teasing me with since you’re over one hundred” he grinned “Grave robber huh? Cute little grave robber aren’t ya?”

Your fingers hooked into his dogtag chain, not pulling it just holding onto it. “Can I kiss you?” you asked quietly and he smiled “Yeah sweetheart” you moved closer to brush your lips against his in a gentle kiss. You pulled away and rolled your lip between your teeth as he stared at you, throat moving with the force of how hard he was swallowing “Can I kiss you?” he asked and you grinned “Of course”

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He moved his left hand down to your thigh, gently gripping it before tugging you closer. That caused a little gasp of surprise to escape you and he laughed lightly. When his lips met yours you whimpered into his mouth, at the feeling of his metal fingers digging in just slightly to the soft flesh of your thigh. He rolled his tongue into your mouth, flicking it against yours and deepening the kiss. Your hands hooked around his neck, tugging him over on top of you. He let you direct his movements, shifting to put his weight on his left hand as he pinned your body down to the mattress with his.

When you had to pull away from the kiss to catch your breath he moved to kiss down your neck, kissing the soft flesh there. Your fingers were pressing into his shoulders and when he hit a certain spot your hips bucked up off the bed into his and you moaned when you felt the fact that he was already half hard. He broke away from your skin and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath “We should stop” 

You nodded, “If you want to we can stop honey. It’s ok” he opened his eyes and when they met yours you were the one to swallow hard from the look in them “I don’t want to stop Belle. I want you, god I want you but it’s been so long..I don’t want to hurt you..we don’t have protection..”  “I have an iud if it’s pregnancy you’re worried about” you offered and he raised an eyebrow and for a moment you thought you may have to explain what an iud was but he nodded “What about me hurting you?” “You won’t” you argued and he smiled “Tell me if I do, please and we stop” you nodded “Of course” your heart was in your throat by that point.

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He crashed his lips against yours, flesh hand slipping under your shirt. You gasped when his fingers just barely brushed against the nipple of one of your breasts. He pulled back from your lips with a smirk “Sensitive sweetheart?” you nodded “It’s been a few years for me” the smile he got on his face was so soft “Can I take this shirt off of you?” you knew this was a big step in your relationship. You smiled “Please” 

He helped you lean up far enough to slip the shirt off and the moment you were bare under him both of you froze. You were nervous, not because of Bucky but some of your exes and their less than loving comments were flashing through your mind. Bucky stared at your body for a moment “I knew you were beautiful Belle but this? Are you sure you want me?” you laughed lightly, feeling your face warm “Hush Bucky” he grinned and crashed his lips against yours.

His flesh hand teased across your breast and you whimpered into his mouth. He moved from your lips to kiss across your jaw then down your neck. You gasped when he got to the sensitive skin at the bend of your neck “That feels so good” you moaned and felt him grin against your skin. He kept moving down your body, teasing your skin with his lips and tongue. “Christ” you gasped when he got to your chest and rolled one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Bucky” you moaned when his left hand came up, metal fingers teasing your other nipple and the cool was such a contrast to the warmth of his body. He pulled off of your skin and cut his eyes up at you. Your chest was already heaving. He grinned “You still with me beautiful?” you nodded “I’m good, you haven’t exactly lost your touch if you were wondering”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your stomach “Let me know if I do anything you don’t like” you nodded “I will” he smiled and turned his attention back to your body. When he got to the band of your panties, you swallowed hard and he looked up at you, a look of confusion on his gorgeous face “Is this ok Belle?” you nodded “Yeah just..nevermind” he raised an eyebrow so you covered your face with your hands “My exes complained if I ever even asked”

“Uncover your face” That was the first time he’d ever used that much authority in his voice with you so you reacted almost immediately. You lowered your hands and he was staring at you “I’m not them, my girl comes first” he smirked then added “In more ways than one” you shook your head with a smile. He reached for the waistband of your panties “So, can I?” you nodded so he pulled them off your hips then down your legs.

He moved down the bed further, settling his shoulders between your legs. You hadn’t realized until that moment quite how broad his shoulders actually were until he pulled your legs up onto them. He held your eyes as he flicked his tongue across your clit. Your head fell back against the pillows, a moan of his name falling from your lips. He rolled his tongue into you, kissing you, tasting like he had your mouth, exploring. Your hips were bucking off the bed, chasing the pleasure from his tongue. He slipped his metal arm around your waist to hold you to the bed. 

He pushed one finger into you and you whined low in your throat then he added a second curling them up until he hit that spot that had your legs shaking around him. You were practically humping his damn face at that point but you were beyond caring. That man was doing magic with his fingers and tongue. He sucked your clit into his mouth and your orgasm caught you off guard when it washed over you. You were practically sobbing his name as your legs shook around his head. He continued to work you through the aftershocks of the orgasm until you tapped his shoulder weakly “Too much”

He moved back, lowering your legs and smiled up at you almost shyly considering you were fairly certain he’d just made you see god. “How are you feeling?” he asked and you took a deep breath “Feelin like you better get rid of that apartment. You aint leavin now Barnes” you teased and he grinned “Wouldn’t dream of it”

“Come here” he crawled up your body and lord have mercy the sight of him, slowly moving up your bare body, kissing every inch of skin with his dogtags dangling loose? You nearly came again. When he got to your lips he rolled his tongue against yours, letting you taste yourself. 

You were practically panting against his mouth “I want you Bucky, please” he nodded, hands moving to shove his sweatpants off. He kicked them off the bed and you looked down between the two of you and whimpered lightly “Having second thoughts?” he teased and you shook your head “I trust you won’t hurt me” he smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips as he lined himself up with your opening “Are you sure?” you nodded “Please”

He pushed into you slowly and you whimpered, pulling him back into a kiss. He stilled to let you get adjusted to his size. You pulled back from his lips just to look up at him, one hand teasing into his hair the other playing with the chain of his dogtags “See? Not hurting me” you breathed and he smiled “You’re amazing” and crashed his lips against yours. 

He gave a tentative movement of his hips and you moaned into his mouth. He broke away from your lips and watched your face as he pulled back then thrust into you. You gasped “Feels so good” he held his weight up on his left hand, right hand gripping your thigh to hook it around his waist as he found a pace that worked for you both. You knew he needed a little deeper and a little rougher and he was afraid of hurting you. He found a rhythm that was somewhere between. 

Your hands were braced against his chest, breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts and he watched them with an almost entranced look. You were so damn close. He shifted his hips just right and your orgasm slapped into you. Your vision went soft around the edges as you clenched down around him and he grunted, burying himself into you with a final thrust before you felt him cum, filling you up. You whimpered as he lowered his head to your collarbone, pressing a kiss there. “Are you ok?” he asked, looking up at you and you smiled “I’m ok, I’m gonna need you to carry me to the shower in a few minutes though” 

He laughed “I can do that sweetheart” then gently pulled out of you, kissing you when you whined from the loss of contact then he moved to lay down next to you and pull you over onto his chest. “Was that good?” he asked and you laughed “Oh Bucky, that was the best sex I’ve ever had” you cut your eyes up at him and he had a smirk on his face “The best seriously?”

You raised an eyebrow “Seriously. I’m keeping you Sergeant. This is your home now. Forget that apartment. You sir are now a citizen of Louisiana” he grinned “I’ve been a lot worse than that” and pulled you into another kiss.  

@desimarie12

[bairdthereader]

Nick gets a lot of (well-deserved) credit for being an amazing boyfriend to Charlie, and we know by now that he's a great friend, too. But what's almost more interesting to me is the underlying core personality trait that enables him to be both of those things--his emotional intuition and intelligence.

You see this in the comics mostly through Nick's facial expressions (no one can look worried like Nick Nelson can), but the show takes it a bit further. He's incredibly in tune with Charlie almost from the get-go. Nick watches him for small emotional cues and recognizes what they could mean, most notably before the confrontation with Ben after rugby practice. He reads between the lines of Charlie's deflections and falsely cheerful texts and pushes (with trademark Nick Nelson sensitivity) for the truth. He notices when Charlie is beset with intrusive thoughts, even if he doesn't know (at least early on) what they're about, and proceeds to interrupt those thoughts. He can read Charlie so well not only because he pays attention, real attention, but because he already has the emotional intuition required to interpret Charlie's inner complexities.

There are many moments throughout the show where we see Nick display this keen insight with everyone in his life, not just Charlie. When Elle, who he barely knows at this point, is upset about being set up with Tao, he immediately seeks to alleviate her distress by offering a true explanation of why she and Tao were invited in the first place--to be part of a triple date. He wants Elle to know that it was important to him (and Charlie, Tara, and Darcy) that she and Tao be there not just to try to set them up, but because they wanted to include them in an important step for both couples (Nick and Charlie just beginning to share their relationship, and Tara and Darcy trying to find acceptance after coming out as a couple). Nick knows that Elle values truth and honesty, and he gives her that so she can feel comfortable with her friends again.

Nick is also incredibly understanding of Tao, who, it has to be said, barely even understands himself for much of the show. There are a lot of scenes where Nick is trying to connect with Tao but maybe oversteps just a tad because he sees more of Tao than Tao is ready to have seen. The moment outside Charlie's house when Tao tells Nick about Elle's art college ambitions, Nick cuts through to the heart of the matter--Tao's concern about missing Elle if she's far away. Nick is the first person in the friend group to connect the dots about what Elle's college acceptance might mean for Tao, and immediately tries to help Tao process those feelings. He's met with anger, but only because he managed to hit a lightning bolt of a nerve in Tao's emotional storm.

And of course there's Imogen, who Nick has known for a long time but begins to understand and appreciate on a deeper level as their relationship moves from superficial connection to true friendship. He sees how sensitive she is, how lonely in some ways, and is always looking out for her, keeping a concerned eye on her. He gives her the space she requests, but also comfort when she lets her walls down enough to ask for it. His innate understanding of what people need--especially when what they need is just someone to be there--is impeccable.

It almost goes without saying, but Nick's emotional wavelength with his mom is similarly strong and nuanced. When Nick comes out to Sarah, he makes sure she understands how important it is to him that she knows--not only that she knows that he's bi, or that Charlie is his boyfriend, but that she knows him. That their relationship is so important to him that he can overcome his fears to share this most vital part of himself. Nick's value of Sarah extends to caring for her when she's dealing with the stress of having his dad and David around. Of course, Nick is still a teenager and there are a lot of scenes that show Sarah's deft handling of Nick's emotions, but it's a two-way street. Nick takes care of her in his own way too.

Nick starts his relationship with Tara and Darcy leaning on them for advice and guidance, but by the end of the show they're leaning on him. Nick sees their struggles, especially Tara's, possibly more clearly than anyone else does because he recognizes some similarities between their situation and his with Charlie. When they're in trouble, he knows Tara needs care and honest advice, even if it's not the most comforting advice. He knows that what they both need is strength and security and tries, in his careful way, to give them those things.

Nick Nelson, always looking out for everyone he loves, keeping them safe as much as he can, hugging them when he can't.

[baocean]

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rafe cameron

series

starting over - you’ve moved back to the obx after 4 years of growing your career in california. your friendships stayed afloat during your time away, you can’t say the same about your relationship. but rafe hears your back in town, and is set on not letting you go this time

queen street - being eighteen and drafted to a hockey team in a completely different country was a big change for rafe cameron. but, that was three years ago. now, he’s made quite the name for himself. of course you knew who rafe cameron was, the all star, the stud, the poster child of the toronto maple leafs. but, you thought it was kind of funny when you pretended you didn’t after he slid into your dms

stand alone

the manchester’s - ✦ your partner rafe cameron and you were on a mission for one reason, and one reason only. to take out the target. on this mission, your aliases were husband and wife, playing house for the whole night. who knew that could bring out so many truths

love ain’t - your boyfriend was a dick. rafe cameron kept trying to tell you that

flirt - ✦ when rafe cameron finally takes an interest in you, you think its just another one of his one night stands

break up in the end - who was rafe to say no to you, even if it always ended in breaking up

jj maybank

series

#undercover - since the pogues got home after getting rich off gold, you’ve all moved in together, the business is going well, life is good. you’ve also, gone viral. a few of them become overnight tiktok sensations. you, being the friend you are, create a fan page for your best friend, jj

no rest for the wicked - it’s always been kooks vs. pogues. you’ve always stuck to that, too. it was never hard, pretty much always staying on your side of the island and sticking to your friend group. it was never hard. except it was, once your sister started dating a pogue. and then, you started accidentally hooking up with that pogue’s best friend, the one you really hated. then, things got a lot more difficult

piss off your parents - your parents aren’t going to let you go to unc. it’s an ivy league, or it’s nothing. you’d always been their angel, never once going against their wishes. good grades, good friends, good image and reputation. that changes now, and what better way to do it, than with the worst kid on the island

boys like you - yn is the kind of girl who makes a playlist for falling in love and another one for pretending not to. and now, she’s talking to the mystery guy she accidentally texted, who talks to her like her really knows her. except, she already knows a boy who thinks he knows everything about her, and she can’t stand him

the blue tide - the blue tide is the kind of summer house that pulls everyone back, even if they’re not quite ready for it. you’ve changed a little, so has everyone else. but there are still familiars that linger. kie still gets mad when there’s sand in the shower. quinn and keaton are still asking rafe to buy them alcohol and getting shut down for the thousandth time. there’s still that tension between you and jj as a result from the words mumbled last summer. same group, same house. just older now. but maybe this time, the tide brings something new with it. something that doesn’t leave when summer ends

stand alone

boy next door ✦ - you’d just moved to the outer banks, borderline obsessed with your super cool, friendly neighbors. one in particular, the cute blond who happens to have noticed you too

springsteen - seventeen years old or twenty-seven, it didn’t matter, you still loved jj maybank

not interested - your friends have been trying to set you and jj up all summer, they just don’t know one tiny detail

friends don’t - you weren’t exactly certain on how best friends acted around each other, but you knew it wasn’t how you and jj did

make up - ✦ after jj hooked up with your best friend, you wrote both of them off. it’d been easy to ignore the both of them, until you came face to face with him

kiss me at midnight - it was new year’s eve, and you were finally carrying out the idea to tell jj how you felt. and in the perfect way, by kissing him at midnight

john routledge

something like that - both you and jb are forced to go to the fair by your friends, not knowing it would be a weekend you wouldn't forget