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Lucky | Rafe Cameron
For years, you had a crush on your best friend, one he never returned. You thought he'd be happy to see you move on. You couldn't be more wrong.
Warnings: NON-CON, Kook!Reader, Jealousy, Angst, Pining, Toxicity
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
Your lips curl skyward as you scroll through your phone. As you read every message itâs hard to refrain from kicking your feet and giggling as if you were back in middle school. Itâs how he makes you feel. Giddy. Wanted. Itâs your first time experiencing such feelings and youâve been perched on a fluffy cloud all afternoon.Â
But remembering you arenât alone, you try your best to keep a straight face. Youâre in a bikini bottom and an oversized shirt by the Cameronsâ pool. Itâs a bright, sunny day, not a cloud in sight in the sky above Tannyhill.
The unforgiving, North Carolina heat has already melted the ice cubes in your drink. If it werenât for the generous amounts of sunscreen you've applied earlier, youâd already be sunburnt from hours spent outside.
Rafe lifts his sunglasses from the edge of the pool, curiosity dancing in his blue eyes.
âYouâve been glued to your phone all afternoon, princess.â
You suppress your smile. Feigning nonchalance, you flip your phone down for good measure.Â
âI have not.â
âHave too,â he counters, in the exact same way he used to utter those words when you argued back and forth as kids.
He hauls himself out of the pool. Youâre graced with the sight of Rafe stepping out of the water, droplets glistening over his broad, toned chest, defined abs and thick, bulging arms. Heâs been going especially hard at the gym since summer began. It shows. Your best friend now looks like a breathing, walking Abercrombie ad. You wouldnât be surprised if the brand gave him a call soon. Not that youâd tell him that. No need to blow up Rafe Cameronâs over-inflated ego even more.Â
As you watch him run his fingers through his drenched blonde locks, his golden ring glinting under the sunlight, pride flutters through you. Once upon a time, the sight of Rafe Cameron in nothing but his swim trunks would have had your heart racing and your entire body flush with shameful heat at how unbelievably attractive you found your best friend.Â
That was before. When you still clung to the crush you harbored for him for years.
You and Rafe have basically known each other your whole lives.
Since kindergarten specifically.
Back then, you were heavily bullied...and Rafe was the worst of them. He would tug your hair, pull your chair out before you could sit so youâd crash on the floor and call you mean names while other children cheered him on. It only stopped when you had a crying fit in front of him one day. The five year old was stumped. He spent the rest of the year apologizing and bringing a variety of gifts to you. You forgot about the mean things he did and said easily, won over by his determination to make you forgive him. A peculiar friendship blossomed from that. The two of you have been inseparable since then.Â
Years flew by.
Then one day Rafe came back to school walking and talking differently. He had filled out during summer break. He was broader, taller, his towering frame even allowing him to reach above your locker. All the girls noticed, including you. You started developing a little crush on him. One he never acknowledged.
He had a girl on his arm at every party, often disappearing with them upstairs. It wasnât hard to guess what he was up to with those girls. For many years, you daydreamed about what itâd be like to be one of those girls. The girl that caught Rafe Cameronâs eye at a party. The one that would have his full, undivided attention. The one heâd flash a flirtatious grin at and undress with his gaze the entire night.
You wanted to be that girl more than you wanted to breathe.
He never treated you that way though. The two of you hung out all the time. You would play video games, smoke weed, drink the expensive Kentucky Bourbon he stole from his dadâs cabinet and talk about everything and nothing.Â
He would always joke that you were like a sister to him. And based on the amount of time you spent at the Camerons house, you might as well be a long lost relative.
Getting over Rafe Cameron had been tantamount to an exorcism. Loving him was so embedded into your flesh, tattooed onto your soul. It was all you knew. Rafe, Rafe, RafeâŠ
He was everything you longed for. Until he wasnât.Â
It happened one year when you attended the Cameronsâ new yearâs eve party. You entered the living room and caught him making out with a gorgeous brunette on the balcony. As your heart broke, again, realization slipped through the crack. Pining for someone who doesnât see you, never saw you, will lead you nowhere. Your suffering was of your own makingâŠand you wanted to suffer no longer. Why fantasize about something that will never come? Youâd rather look to the future.Â
So you chose to move on.
As fireworks set the night sky above Tannyhill aflame, the last embers of your longing for Rafe Cameron flickered out.Â
Itâs how you wound up giving dating apps a try. Talking to guys in real life is nerve-wracking but online, you find it much easier. While most conversations you had fizzled out quickly⊠Garrett has been different. Heâs never tried to pretend with you and has been nothing but sweet and inquisitive about your hobbies, hopes and dreams. Youâve talked to him for hours on the phone and heâs made you laugh and smile a countless number of times. As for the icing on the cakeâŠHeâs been clear about wanting more than a hookup. He even suggested the two of you should meet up in person soon.
âWhat got you smiling like that anyway?â Rafe says, tossing the towel around his neck.
âNothing,â you reply with a shrug.
âIf itâs nothing, you can show me.â
He tries to swipe your phone but youâre faster. You rise from your chair and pick it up before he can take it.
His eyes narrow.
âI thought we had no secret for each other,â he says, an accusation laced in his tone. Heâs never liked you keeping things from him, no matter how small or insignificant.
âWe donât.â
He gives a slow nod. Then he smiles. And you suppose it should have been your warning, that you should have seen it coming. But you donât see anything coming. His hand shoots out and he shoves you aside.Â
He plucks your phone from you like itâs nothing, using his height to keep it out of reach.
âRafe! Give me my phone back,â you urge.
He makes no effort to abide by your request, glowering at the screen while scrolling.
âWho the hell is Garrett?â
âJ-Just a guy I started talking to on this app...â Your voice dwindles as you cower under Rafe's hard gaze.
Disgust scrunches his handsome face.
âI thought you deleted those dating apps. We talked about this.â
You did talk about it. After a dispiriting streak of bad luck on these apps, he wheedled you to delete all of them. Rafe said all the guys on these apps wanted was to use you for a quick, meaningless fuck. That you were too gullible and would just be taken advantage of. He said that you deserved better and the right guy would come along eventually. You found yourself believing him. A lot of time, you ended up ghosted or the guys failed to show up anyways. It made you question what is so repulsive about you that made guys steer clear.
âI wanted to try again.â
âWell Garrettâs a douchebag name. I donât like him for you.â He snickers. âLook at that. Heâs playing you and his game isnât even good. Youâre really falling for this corny shit, princess?â
He starts reading some of the compliments Garrett paid you aloud, drawing a round of guffaws from Kelce and Topper.Â
Your cheeks come ablaze.
âNow youâre just being mean,â you lament, using a lapse of distraction to retrieve your phone.
Gulping the tears threatening to spill, you rush back inside. Kelceâs taunting voice echoes behind you.
âGuess that one got past you, huh, Rafe?âÂ
âShut your mouth, bro,â Rafe snaps angrily.Â
You lean on the counter and gather your breath. The tears subside. You remind yourself that this is just how Rafe can be. Callous. Inconsiderate.Â
Itâs not who he really is.Â
Itâs just a bit hard to recall when he has those moments. Those aggressively insensitive moments.Â
You open the fridge and grab a cool drink. Your throat is parched and you could use one.
When you pivot, you nearly spill the can.
Rafeâs towering frame impedes your path.
âYou scared me, Rafe,â you say, unleashing a tremulous exhale.
He studies you, concern glimmering in his ocean gaze.
âI wasnât trying to make you cry, I swear.â He shrugs and scratches the back of his neck. âI just meant he sounds like an asshole.â
âYouâre an asshole,â you say, bumping into his arm as you sidle past him.Â
His brows draw together. He isnât used to you addressing him that way. With anything other than sweetness dripping from your tongue.Â
You can tell heâs reeling at that alone. Getting the tiniest taste of his own medicineâŠfrom you of all people.
He approaches you as you swallow a sip of your drink.Â
âOuch. Iâm just looking out for you, princess.â His fingers slot beneath your chin. âYou know thatâs all I ever try to do, right?â
He flashes you a charming smile. That smile you could never resist. It used to be your Achillesâ heel. Despite your changing feelings, Rafe still possesses the uncanny ability to make you forget why you were even mad at him in the first place. Like right now.
Your shoulders sag.
âI know.â
Blue eyes dive into yours.Â
âI want to meet him.â
You retreat, your brows knitting.Â
âMeet him, why?â
âI want to make sure heâs good enough for you.â
âI can decide that myself.â
He snorts, his focus darting away before returning to you.
âYouâve never known whatâs good for you.â You flinch. âI canât believe you didnât even tell me you were talking to someone. I tell you everything. Shit, guess Iâm an idiot, huh?â His jaw clenches. â...Cause I thought you did too.â
You inch closer to him and wrap your fingers around his forearm.Â
âRafe, Iâm sorry, okay.â You gnaw on your bottom lip. âItâs just thatâŠâ
âJust that what?â
You pause, mulling over how to best word what you mean to say.Â
Your voice comes out a bashful whisper, your eyes clinging to the floor.Â
âEvery time Iâve told you I liked a guy, itâs never worked out for some reason. Itâs probably my fault butâŠI just didnât want to jinx it this time.â You nervously swing your gaze back to him. âI figured if I keep it to myself I donât have to get my hopes up.â You canât quell the smile that fights its way onto your lips. âGarrett and I are just seeing where it goes right now. SoâŠthings are good.â
âOh, itâs Garrett and I, now?â he sneers.
âRafe, donât be like this,â you beseech, squeezing his arm. âYouâll always be my best friend; you know that.â You shift in your spot, your tone pitching with hope as you ask, âCanât you just be happy for me?â
He stares at you a long time, so long that his eyes on you grow unnerving. After a while, he releases a deep exhale.Â
Ignoring your question, he steps back from you.
âIâm gonna go take a shower,â he announces.Â
âRafe?â
You never get a response, his form vanishing down the hallway. A sigh ripples through your lips as you lean against the counter. Why is he being so difficult about this? Itâs not like youâre not seeing him with a new girl every other week. You never batted an eyelash. You even encouraged him to seriously date some of them, the ones who seemed to sincerely like him and reminded you of yourself back in the day.Â
Youâve always cheered him on no matter what. So it baffles you that he canât return the favor. Crushes you even.
For the rest of the week, you donât hear much from Rafe. He pretty much ignores you and even leaves you on read after you send him a string of pleading messages, which is your cue that you wounded his feelings somehow. You surmise Rafe isnât used to your attention veering towards someone else. Perhaps heâs miffed at the prospect that getting a boyfriend means you wonât hang out as much anymore, that heâll have to share you. Your friendshipâs been a fixture in both of your lives for so many years. The one unwavering, steadfast foundation nothing could topple. Whatever occured in his life or yours, youâve always had each other.
Change can be scary.Â
But you donât plan on neglecting the bond you have with Rafe just because youâre dating someone. Heâll always be in your life. Heâll always matter to you. It's what you meant to tell him. What you would tell him if only he bothered replying to your texts or answering your calls.Â
Rafe has always teased you for bartending at the Island Club. In his eyes, youâre much too Kook for what he calls a âPogue jobâ. But you enjoy it. There is a certain comfort in having things you earned through your own hard work and not your parentsâ money.
âŠThough you canât deny you might not have landed this position if not for your dadâs close friendship with the owner of the private club. Youâre also painfully aware you donât get yelled at or scolded for making mistakes as much as other employees.Â
And on days like today, after you end your shift, Rafe has never failed to pick you up in his Jeep.Â
Heâs never missed a day. Which is why you wear a dumbfounded expression as you note the glaring absence of the familiar black car in front of the country club. It takes you a while to accept and realize the cold, hard truth. Rafe isnât coming to pick you up today.Â
Itâs not the end of the world, of course. But it still makes your heart ache that heâd ditch like that without so much as an apology or heads-up. You feel kicked in the gut.Â
You try to call him but it goes straight to voicemail. Resigned, you resort to calling for back-up.Â
Sarah shows up in her truck with a bright smile.Â
âGet in loser, weâre going shopping,â she quips, winking at you.
You climb inside the passenger seat.Â
âThanks for coming, S.â
âDonât mention it.â
Since the oldest of the Camerons is currently denying your very existence, you figured you might as well call the Kook Princess herself to the rescue. His sister, Sarah Cameron.Â
âI brought snacks so I better get a five-star review,â she jests, wiggling her eyebrows. She tosses you a bag of M&Mâs that you gleefully tear open. âDoesnât Rafe usually pick you up after work?â
The sugar melting on your tongue sweetens the bitter taste of abandonment.
âWell, heâs sulking, soâŠâ you mumble around a mouthful of candy.
âSulking?â Shock colors her tone. âI donât think thereâs anything you could do to make my brother mad. Youâre like the only person heâs not a complete jerk around.â
âWell, he was one last time we talked.â
Sarah arches a puzzled brow.
You sigh and explain, âI started dating someoneâŠActually, weâre still at the talking stage, butâŠI didnât tell him.â
âOh.â
âOh?â
âNothing. Forget I said anything,â she dismisses cryptically.
Her peculiar tone peeves you.
âIâm not gonna forget, Sarah.â
Her shoulders rise and fall.
âItâs not my place to say. Itâs between you and Rafe.â She throws you a cautious glance, marking a brief pause before inquiring, âYouâre not still in love with my brother, are you?â
Heat creeps inside your cheeks.
âI was n-never in love with Rafe,â you stammer. Inwards, youâre screaming. Was it that obvious at the time?
Sarahâs plump lips quirk in a lopsided smile.
âSure.âÂ
Gratitude fills you. Youâd rather leave this can of worms permanently closed. Lid tightly sealed and all. And the can tossed at the bottom of a lake. Itâs embarrassing enough that you mooned over Rafe for as long as you did.
At least you find comfort in the fact that youâre over him now.
âYou mind if we stop for ice cream on the way?â Sarah asks, adjusting her rearview mirror.
âNo. I could go for one myself. This heat is killing me.â
âCool.â
For the rest of the week, Rafe continues to dole out the silent treatment. You allow his childish antics to chafe you to a point. Then you elect to not let it bother you anymore. He can throw a tantrum if he wishes. Youâve done nothing wrong and youâre growing weary of being treated like you have.Â
For over fifteen years, youâve been a great friend to Rafe, listening to him rant whenever he needed an ear, making time for him whenever he requested it. The fact heâs being a dick right now is staggering.Â
He frankly has no right.
After everything the two of you have been through, you hoped for more from him. While youâre aware he can be a jackass, you thought it was different when it came to you. That you were different. You suppose you were wrong.Â
Friday comes around and with it arrives the excitement of the plans you have for the night. Garrett asked you out on a date at a fancy seafood restaurant. Itâll be your first time meeting him in person. Youâve been looking forward to it the entire week.
As youâre putting the final touches to your makeup in front of the vanity mirror, your phone flashes with a request for a facetime call.Â
You swipe towards the green icon to accept the call.Â
Rafeâs face fills your screen.Â
âHey, princess. I thought we could talk-â
âIâm kind of busy right now. Rain check tomorrow?âÂ
âBusy doing what?â He squints, seeming to register your attire. A brand new sundress you purchased with your tips from the Island Club. You paired it with wedge heels. You also switched your hairstyle to something more sophisticated for the night. âW-What the hell are you wearing? Where are you even going dressed like that?â
You heave out a deep sigh.
âGood night, Rafe.â
You tap the screen to end the call.
A rush of power floods your insides. You hung up on him. This is your first time doing that, hanging up on Rafe Cameron himself.Â
Still, a sliver of guilt lingers alongside your pride. You quell it swiftly. You canât be at his beck and call your entire life. Tonightâs about you. For once, youâd like to put your needs before Rafeâs.
Garrett comes to your house some time later. He has flowers in his arms. You soak in their scent for a few minutes. No oneâs ever given you flowers before. It makes you feel special.
As he opens the door of his truck for you, he whistles in admiration.
âWow,â he says, his gaze dragging over your frame.
Your skin warms at the attention, the kind you arenât used to receiving.Â
Fiddling with the flowy sleeve of your sundress, you inquire, âAm I what you expected?â
A besotted smile spreads on his lips.
âYouâre even more beautiful in person.â
âThank you.âÂ
You peer at him. His pictures donât do him justice.
âYou look very handsome. I like your shirt.â
His cheeks redden at your praise.Â
You get inside his car. The two of you exchange casual chatter on the way to the restaurant. Youâre amazed at how easy talking to him is. Youâre a little shy but his clear interest in you helps you slowly climb out of your shell.Â
Once you arrive at the restaurant, youâre escorted to your table. The light conversation resumes its flow, the two of you growing even more comfortable with each other. You like how intently he listens to you, even if his intense eye contact makes you wrestle the urge to look away. You nibble your lip as you peruse the menu. Mirth sways in Garettâs brown orbs when your stomach growls. You mumble an apology under your breath and he beams at you. Youâve been so anxious about the date for the whole day, youâve forgotten to eat.Â
A familiar voice erupts from behind you.Â
âWell, look who it is. What a coincidence.â
You whirl, a gasp bursting from your throat.
âRafe? What are you doing here?â
He stands besides you and Garrettâs table, his arm slung around a gorgeous redheadâs shoulders. It occurs to you havenât seen him with that one before. Though you reckon Rafe rarely does repeat encounters.Â
What shocks you more however is his very presence here. Of all places, Rafe and the girl heâs with could have been tonight, it has to be the exact same location of your first date with Garrett.Â
What are the odds?Â
However, you recall that with the assistance of the friend-finding app both you and Rafe have on your phones in case of emergencies, figuring out your whereabouts would be about the easiest thing.
Would Rafe go that far just because you wouldnât yield to his whims one time? Would he truly be that selfish?
The shit-eating grin unfurling on his face answers all your questions.
âWell, I heard this was a good spot so I thoughtâŠâ Rafeâs brows furrow as he waves his hand before the girlâs face, appearing to struggle remembering her name.Â
âJessica,â she finishes for him, disappointment decorating her pretty features.
He beams at her.
âRight. I thought that Jessica and I could check it out.â
He plops down next to you, forcing you to make space for him on the upholstered booth seat. Meanwhile his date sits next to Garrett.Â
âYou mind, princess?â
Awkwardness fills the air. The heavy tension sits on your throat as Rafe makes himself more comfortable, going as far as spreading his legs.
You scold him with your gaze, all but spelling out âYes, I do mind indeedâ.
You clear your throat and shift your stance, resenting how every tiny motion has your thigh grazing against his.
âActually IâŠWeâre kind of on a date, Rafe.â
He places his arm on the wooden edge above your head, his smile expanding.
âSo are we. So why not double date?â
âI donât mind,â Garrett offers as he takes in your concerned expression. âYou twoâŠknow each other, right?â
You open your mouth to speak but before words can pour from it, Rafe wraps his arm around you.
âBest friends. She and I go way back. Isnât that right, princess?â
His intense blue eyes settle on you. You swallow the lump in your throat. Anger canât begin to describe how upset you are with Rafe right now for crashing your date, but you also donât want to cause a scene, make things even worse than they already are.Â
So you force a smile on your lips and nod.
âY-Yeah, we do.â
Throughout the night, Rafeâs presence causes the dateâs slow descent into a nightmare. Every time Garrett tries to strike up a conversation with you, Rafe interjects, his comments toeing the line between innocently inconsiderate and outright rude. He never lets the two of you have a moment, interrupting whenever Garrett looks at you for more than half a second. You grow weary of his antics. So does Rafeâs date. You can see the pretty redhead in front of him growing frustrated as he treats her as if she were a potted plant.
She ends up leaving the table to go to the bathroom but never returns. It doesnât shock you. If someone inflicted upon you what Rafe has to the poor girl the entire night, you might take your leave as well.
By the time dessert comes, youâre on the cusp of tears. This is not how you envisioned your night going.Â
The awfulness doesnât stop there.
When itâs time to part ways, Garrett finds his truck in an unfortunate state.Â
He curses under his breath as he hunkers down in front of his car.Â
âSome punk sliced my tires.â
In the back, Rafe shakes his head.
âDamn, tough luck. Guess Iâll have to drive you home, princess.â
You scowl at Rafe before placing a hand on Garrettâs arm. Heâs already on his phone to contact someone to help move his truck.
âI could wait with you,â you say softly.Â
âItâs fine,â he replies. âJust go home. Weâll text, okay?â
Your tone turns contrite. âOkay. Iâm so sorry⊠about everything.â
âDonât worry about it. I still had a good time.â
âMe too.â
Despite his assurance, you arenât too hopeful heâll want to see you again. You know this wasnât what he had in mind for the night. And neither did you.Â
You reluctantly trail behind Rafe, looking daggers at him when he opens the door of his black Volvo for you.Â
Not an ounce of guilt lurks on his handsome face, which tosses more fuel on the flames of your ire.Â
You donât utter a word, almost too angry to speak. The last shred of your patience fizzled out in the restaurant, as your so-called best friend basked in your misery, getting a kick out of making a mockery of your night.
If you talk, it wonât be to have a calm, level-headed conversation with Rafe. Itâll be to spew venom at him.
As he parks into the driveway of your house, he lets go of the steering wheel and says, âYouâre mad at me, arenât you?â
You draw a long, slow breath.
âYou think?â you snap icily. You jump out of the truck and slam the door closed.
Rafe follows you to your doorstep. You fumble with the lock. Your fingers quiver so much, you canât even open the door. After a few unsuccessful tries jamming the keys inside the lock, Rafe takes them from you. He opens the door and you stomp inside.Â
You toss your clutch on a nearby table and whirl.Â
âWhat the hell, Rafe?â you shout. âYou embarrassed me!â
His shoulders lift and slump.
âWell, you shouldnât have been there to begin with.â
Disbelief rounds your gaze. âWhat?â
âYou heard me. You shouldnât have been on a date with him.â
Folding your arms, you scoff, âRight. Why is that?â
Rafe inches closer to you, his eyes locking with yours.
âBecause you should have been on a date with me instead.â
A weary exhale drops from your chest. Rafeâs declared many things while hammered but this one takes the cake.
âI think youâre drunk,â you dismiss. âYou need to go home, Rafe.â
Rafeâs jaw ticks.
âMy mind is perfectly clear, okay? If youâll just listen to me-â
âGo home, Rafe.â
You nearly turn your back on him but Rafeâs sturdy hand fastens around your arm, yanking you back.
He takes a long pause, drinking you in.
Rafe takes a deep breath before confessing, âI love you. Iâve always loved you.â His throat bobs as he adds, âAnd I know you love me too.â
Your mouth tumbles open, shock snatching the very air from your lungs. You stare at Rafe. Perhaps you heard him wrong. In your wrath, his words may have landed in your ears a little warped.
But as you get lost in his sea gaze, the truth sinks into you. He is serious. Very serious.
A war of conflicting emotions breaks out inside you. For years, you longed to hear those words. But not like this. And the insinuation that he knew how you feltâŠThat he let you suffer in silence while gallivanting around with those girls.
A fast surge of tears blurs your gaze.
âYou knew?â
He cradles your face.
âIâve always known.â
A shudder wracks through your frame.
âSo w-why did you never say anything?â
âI figured youâd wait for me, that I could just have some fun. That it wasnât a big deal.â
Ice fills your blood. Your tone becomes clipped, detached.
âI want you to leave.â
His hold on you doesnât loosen, his cheek pulsing in frustration.
âReally? I tell you I love you after all this time and this is your response?â
âI havenât had those feelings for you in years, Rafe. And right nowâŠI donât even like you as a person.â Rafe bristles at your blunt words, looking like you slapped him. Your mouth wobbles as you say, âYouâre not who I thought you were. I want you out of my house and out of my life.â
Something shifts in his blue eyes. The air around you drops a few degrees as he pushes you further inside the room. Desperation lurks in his deep timbre.
âCome on, we can talk about this, princess.â
âThereâs nothing to talk about.â Dread escalates within you when he doesnât move. Youâre hit with the daunting realization that youâre alone with Rafe, your parents away on a trip right now. Usually being alone with him wouldnât have fazed you, may have ensconced you in a sense of security and comfort even. Not tonight. Tonight, you donât recognize the Rafe standing in front of you. Your voice trickles out small and shaky. âR-Rafe, get out, Iâm serious.â
His expression hardens. He shoves you into a nearby wall. You gasp as pain prickles along your back.
âJust admit that you love me too,â he roars.Â
âI donât,â you whimper as water brims under your lashes.
This propels him to the brink. Thereâs no time to process anything, Rafe hoisting you with ease. As he takes long, determined strides to your bedroom, your fear grows. He hurls your body into the bed. He fiddles with the buttons of his khaki pants until they come loose. A scream builds inside your throat, refusing to break past your lips as you linger in bewilderment. Rafe isnât doing what you think heâs doingâŠwhat heâs preparing to do. There's no way. He wouldnât.
Stupor girdles your motions. For a while, you gape at Rafe. As he approaches the bed, adrenaline rushes through you. You remember how to move.
But itâs for naught. Rafe is quicker than you, catching you when you rise and slamming you back on the sheets. He crawls over you. His blue gaze glimmers strangely in the darkness. Streaks of moonlight pour between your half-draw curtains, casting ominous shadows over his broad frame.
He cages you beneath him, shushing you as you croak out pleas for him to stop.
âI know youâre lying,â he rasps, scattering sloppy kisses alongside your neck.
He yanks down your dress and your breath hitches.Â
âIâm not. I donât-â Words wither on your tongue as he flicks his thumb over your nipple, his other hand patting underneath your dress. âI-I donât love you anymore, Rafe.â
âI donât believe you.â
His fist curls around the vee part of your thin lace panties, tugging roughly enough to tear the delicate material. You squeal as the lace dents your flesh when it rips.
Your heart bounces. You push against Rafeâs chest with newfound urgency.
âRafe, stop.â
He snatches both of your wrists and traps them above your head. Helplessness chokes your airways as he pokes lightly at your entrance. He slides one finger between your walls and you keen, breath faltering at the abrupt intrusion. His lewd gaze remains trained on you as you squirm beneath him.
âWhy do you keep lying, huh?â he accuses, forcing a moan from your throat when he curls his digit inside you. When your eyes squeeze shut in denial, he lets go of your wrist to frame your jaw.
A sob spills from your throat, your eyes flying open.
âNahâŠI want you to look at me, princess,â he orders, jerking your head up so your gazes lock. You choke on your breath when he shoves a second finger inside you. He slowly drags his fingers in and out of you. Heat gathers in your core. You writhe against the sheets, resisting the urge to buck your hips to seek more of the friction. He grazes a uniquely sensitive spot and your lids quake, a soft whimper flying from your mouth. You clench around Rafeâs fingers and he unleashes a sigh of pleasure as you grip him. You feel him harden against you. Your stomach knots at the pressure. His eyes are glued to you, soaking every minute shift of expression while he pumps his fingers inside you.Â
âI know you never stopped loving me,â he whispers, the alcohol on his breath seeping through your senses. âThink I donât see the way you look at me?â
As you near your undoing, he removes his fingers. You sag against the sheets. The sudden emptiness leaves you with a mix of emotions youâre too ashamed to admit.
He presses his thick tip against your dripping entrance, gathering your arousal when he runs it along your folds. He pushes in slowly, his eyes rolling back at the sensation of your velvety warmth welcoming him. You tense at the intrusion. Your fingers curl into the sheets. Rafeâs broad frame covers yours, his forehead resting against yours as he whispers, âSay you love me.â
When you donât reply, he slams his cock inside you in one swift stroke. Your back curves, a quiet scream ripping from your throat. Your chest lifts and falls rapidly as Rafeâs thick girth fills you up completely.Â
He begins moving inside you, his pace relentless and unforgiving. While his length is splitting you apart, itâs hard to deny the warm tingles pulsing through your core, joining the pain in devious harmony.Â
You go limp on the bed, his thick cock stretching you more than ever before. Every time he grazes your sweet spots, you spiral further down, your thoughts melting in the flames consuming your body.
âSay it,â he grunts, his warm breath fanning over your face.Â
His bulging muscles coil beneath his clothes from the force he exerts to shove all of himself inside you. Heavy breaths drop from Rafeâs chest as your walls squeeze around him. Drenched locks of his dirty blond hair cling to his forehead, beads of sweat collecting between his furrowed brows and dripping to your parted lips.Â
When you remain silent, Rafeâs large hand wraps around your throat, his tone more firm and menacing than before as he snarls, âSay that you love me, princess.â
His fingers crush your windpipe until you give in.
You can barely eke the words out, every harsh snap of Rafeâs hips into yours filling your vision with stars.
âI l-love you, Rafe.âÂ
The words ache as they part from your throat. A bitter truth you buried long ago, beneath thick layers of heartbreak and denial. One you hoped would never crawl its way back to the surface. One that hurts even more now, shatters you as it leaves your lips. Because you canât tell if Rafe forced it out of you or if it was there all along. Perhaps it never left you. Perhaps, even after all your attempts to purge Rafe Cameron from your flesh and soul, even after heâs done the unthinkable to youâŠPart of you may still love Rafe, may always love Rafe.
As you grow overwhelmed with warring emotions, his cock still viciously ramming into you, you donât know who you hate more. Him. Or yourself.
Salty streams spill down your cheeks.Â
Rafe kisses them away, gently cupping your cheek while thrusting roughly into your cunt. His other hand explores your curves, clutching your flesh possessively. You can already feel bruises forming beneath his rough, insatiable touch. His eyes find yours, a possessive glint swaying in his intense blue gaze.
âOf course you do.â His lips stretch in a smug smile. âYouâve always been mine, princess, you just didnât know it yet.â
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⌠obx summer reading list âŒ
ËËËÂ it's summertime, cuties! ÂŽËË the perfect time to get lost in the most lovely book, or fic! there is so much amazing talent in this fandom, and i wanted to shine a light on it!
i asked my beautiful mutuals and a couple of my favorite writers (#fangirling) to share (1) the favorite fic they'd ever written (2) the favorite fic they'd ever read, et voila, our list!
i hope you get out in the sunshine, dig your toes into the sand, sit near water and enjoy!!
writer's own favorites
@jjsbank444 â°ââ€when summer ends (jj maybank) @mvybanks â°ââ€safety net (hockeyplayer!jj maybank) (18+)
@forevermoreharrington â°â†you belong with me (rafe cameron)
@hotchsstuff â°â†sweets (rafe cameron)
@anqeliclust â°â†darkness, my old friend (rafe cameron) (18+)
@lovelornanonymity â°â†convalescence (rafe cameron)
@oceandriveab â°â†pink sundress (rafe cameron) (18+)
@winterrrnight â°â†secret admirer (rafe cameron)
@maybankslover â°â†i think i found the love of my life (rafe cameron)
@runningfrom2am â°â†no drinks, no pools, no molly (rafe cameron)
@outerbankspov â°â†trouble in paradise (rafe cameron) (18+)
@rafescurtainbangz â°â†sharing (rafe cameron) (18+)
@princessbrunette â°â†never lose me (rafe cameron) (18+)
@rafestar â°â†high for this (rafe cameron) (18+)
@totalswag â°â†dinner and sunsets (dad!drew starkey)
@ruewrote â°â†the little things (jj maybank)
@rafeysbafey â°â†burnt pancakes (jj maybank)
@rubiehart â°â†c***warming bsf!jj maybank (18+)
@rafesapologist â°ââ€the set up (rafe cameron) (18+)
@lovelyjj â°â†good morning sunshine (jj maybank)
@softspiderling â°â†god, it's brutal out here (rafe cameron)
@mrsstarkey1 â°â†initial (rafe cameron)
@erwinsvow
â°â†got what you wanted (rafe cameron) (18+)
@obaex â°â†you, the ocean & me (jj maybank)
writer's recommendations
rafe cameron
silent love by @luxestarkey how to be a heartbreaker by @matthewtkachuk smartwatch not my girl the blind date by @obaex the deal (18+) peer pressure by @mvybanks (18+) shades of cool by @singmyaubade (18+) cruel summer by @forevermoreharrington sharing by @rafescurtainbangz (18+) camboy by @rafeandonlyrafe (18+) home before dark by @nadvs (18+) indifference by @xveenusx ambivalence by @mackenzielovee new light by @outerbankies (18+) secret admirer by @winterrrnight sunburnt by @twinklelilstarkey (18+) fair play by @laiiaaa so we won't forget by @netegf (18+) achilles heel by @runningfrom2am against all odds by @jjsbank444 blue by @hibiscusol
jj maybank
in between by @moremaybank (18+) safety net by @mvybanks (18+) when summer ends by @jjsbank444 banana pancakes by @https-florals (18+) guilty by @xveenusx i know soul deep by @kindapinkskies
jj maybank + rafe cameron
amnesiac by @cherienymphe (18+) that girl by @hanasnx heaven by @nottsangel (18+)
#rafe cameron#jj maybank#outerbanks rafe#jj maybank fanfiction#rafe cameron fanfiction#jj maybank x reader
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hi hi <3 hope you're doing okay :) can u do a cg!rafe cameron x little!reader where reader gets minorly wounded, like after falling from their bike or something, and rafe patches them up? thank you <3
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» rafe cameron x reader
» a/n: I have an extremely bad sunburn rn so thatâs what I went with hope you donât mind
» warnings: rafe is rubbing product on readerâs back while theyâre shirtless but itâs in no way nsfw, talk of the pogues watching over reader, little!sarah mentioned, cg!kie & cg!pope mentioned, cg!barry mentioned, post canon, pet names
You wince as Rafe helps pull your shirt over your head, revealing the worst sunburn Rafe has seen since Sarah got near second degree burns when they were kids, he winces right alongside you. Given for different reasons; you hate the feeling of the material sticking your your skin and causing even more pain to the tight skin, and Rafe because seeing just how bad things have gotten without him around pulls on his heart strings.
It was only a week. One week with the pogues, Sarah acting as your main caregiver but having to have Kie take over when Sarah slipped halfway through the trip you guys took to the mainland. It was- an eventful week, to say the least. Kie and Pope stepped up and were much better at applying sunblock regularly than Sarah in her own regressed state, but the damage was already done and both Kie and Pope looked more than worried when they handed you off to Rafe two days ago. Youâre a little surprised he didnât go off on them then and there.
âHurts.â You mutter when Rafe runs his hands gently over your back, the way your skin is hot to the touch cause even more worry in Rafeâs mind. He really doesnât want to have to take you to the hospital.
âI know baby, Iâm sorry. Iâm gonna apply some coconut oil and then we can go lay back down.â Youâve found the coconut oil works better than the aloe as it leaves your skin moisturized for longer.
âMâkay, can we watch a movie?â Thatâs all the two of you have been doing for the past two days.
By the time you were driving back to Rafeâs after being away from him for a week you were so homesick Jj had to keep his legs thrown atop yours so you wouldnât try and climb to the front of the van to get John B to drive faster- itâd be an embarrassing moment to think of if it wasnât all worth it when Rafe came into view as you rounded the corner to Tannyhill and saw Rafe sitting on the porch waiting for you. The house is technically his and Sarahâs but with Sarah spending almost all her time at the rebuilt chateau, itâs basically just Rafeâs place that acts as storage for some of Sarahâs stuff.
âCourse, what do you wanna watch?â Rafe asks and rubs some more oil onto your bare back, making sure that heâs being as careful and soft with his touch as he can be.
âMoana?â A small smile creeps onto Rafeâs lips as he nods along.
âDidnât we watch that yesterday?â You shrug.
âI like it. Can we ask Barry to come over and watch it with us?â Rafe is obviously your favorite person while youâre regressed but Barry is a close second, and the both of them together is perfect to you. They never fail to make you laugh just by the way they interact with each other and the sidebar jokes Barry shoots your way as Rafe tries to dismiss every word he says.
âSure, sweet thing. Do you need him to pick up anything before he comes over?â You shake your head and lift your arms when Rafe comes to slip your shirt back on, itâs actually his own but itâs loose and cotton so itâs more comfortable on your skin.
âNot even some fries from The Wreck?â A quirked brow gets sent your way and you quickly scramble to climb into Rafeâs lap before he can pick up the phone to call Barry.
âWait- wait, yeah fries, get fries.â You plead and Rafe hums along with an arm slipped around your waist to make sure you wonât fall off his lap.
âYou sure? You just said you didnât want anything⊠Barry will be here quicker if he doesnât stop-.â You cut Rafe off with a serious look on your face that he finds undeniably cute.
âI lied, I want fries. I donât care if Barry takes ten hours to get here, I want those fries.â Itâll really only add ten minutes to the route for Barry to go into The Wreck and order some food to-go.
âOkay, okay, Iâll make the call.â He soothes and grabs his phone as you lean back into his chest with a content sigh. Your back doesnât hurt as bad as it did when you first came home and spending the day with your favorite people will help you forget just how much you missed Rafe in the first place.
#jj writes#outer banks agere#little!reader#caregiver!rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron
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red, white & blue ; r.c
- where rafe thinks he can complete your outfit.
w.c: 1427
content warnings: 18+ MDNI. public sex, oral (m), soft dom!rafe, facial. no descriptors of fmc. not proofread.
a/n: I wrote this in like 30 minutes after I woke up from a nap I took while working on my Scott fic (I promise chapter 2 is coming, it's just that my doc is over 55 pages long and I'm still not done lol). enjoy<33
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âYâwant me to complete your outfit?â Rafe asked, glancing between his girlfriend and where he was driving the golf cart. It was late afternoon, but it was mid-summer - July 4th to be exact - so the sun was still high enough that they didnât need the headlights.
She was sitting next to him in a tennis skirt with the side ties of her blue bikini sticking out, matching the bikini top she wore. Her skin was a light, sunburnt red from the last few days she spent with him in the sun, either at the golf course, the beach, or his pool. He glanced down at her crossed legs, her right foot lightly bumping his leg as they drove; she had visible tanlines of her normal strappy sandals that she replaced with her Birkenstocks for today.
She cocked her head in confusion, âWhat dâyou mean?â
He tried to hide the smirk that was growing on his face, but he couldnât. âYou have red and blue . . . I can add the white.â
She gasped and hit his arm, but he didnât miss the way her thighs tightened at his words and the way she shifted in her seat. âWeâre in public!â
He pulled the golf cart to the side, parked in a way that anyone approaching would see the back of his head. He slid closer to her, knocking her leg back to the floor. His warm hand found its place on her thigh, squeezing it as he brought his lips to her ear, âCome on, baby . . . donât you want me to make you pretty?â
He grinned into her hair as she bit her lip. âWhat if someone sees?â
âWeâre at the last hole. No one around us; theyâre all too busy fucking around back at the front or have all left to go watch fireworks or some bullshit.â
Truth was, she was ready to give in the second he mentioned it. Anything Rafe wanted, he got, and vice versa. She turned her head to capture his lips, feeling his triumphant grin against her face at his win. He immediately pushed his tongue into her mouth, effectively placing her under his spell. Her manicured hand found the front of his pants while he continued to handle her thigh. He grunted against her lips when she squeezed his length through his pants. He used his free hand to grab her wrist and move it to his belt, feeling her slender fingers under his pull the leather through the metal.
When she popped his button and lowered his zipper, Rafe broke the kiss. He spared another look around for her sake; he didnât actually care if someone saw, but if she was truly concerned with it, heâd humor her.
He grabbed her hips and helped get her to her knees without hitting anything. He instantly split his legs open to make room for her, his knees extending from one end of the cart to the other.
She always forgot how godly he looked when she was on her knees, leaving her awestruck whenever she got in that position. He had an elbow drawn back over the seatback while his other hand brushed a few strands of hair that escaped her updo out the way.
She placed her hands on his thighs, absentmindedly applying pressure with her fingertips when he placed his hand under her chin to lift her gaze. His thumb ran over her lip, pulling her bottom one before letting it fall back and pressing his thumb into her mouth and onto her tongue. She immediately wrapped her lips around it, eyes fluttering closed for a moment at the action as she tasted his sweat. He pulled it out with a plop and spread her spit around on her lips as he whispered, âSo fuckinâ pretty. All for me, huh?â
She nodded earnestly; everything and everyone outside of her and Rafe were an afterthought pushed far into the recesses of her mind. âYes, Rafey. All for you. Only for you.â
His smirk showed the tip of one of his canines. âGood,â he simply stated before slapping her cheek. âNow suck.â
She whimpered at the stinging skin, thighs closing together. Her hands slid up his thighs before her fingers found the waistband of his underwear, tugging it down just enough to free his already hard cock. She looked up at him through her lashes when she pumped him, once, twice. She watched his Adamâs apple jump when a rumble escaped him. He adjusted his hips for better access. She felt the intensity of his gaze, the warning he was sending her if she teased any more. So she let the tip of his cock hit her outstretched tongue. She gave a few kitten licks before pulling off to spit onto his shaft.
âThatâs it baby, thatâs my good girl,â he praised, watching as she pumped her saliva up and down him before lowering her mouth to him. His cock was heavy on her tongue; he was big - huge. She felt her cheeks burn the longer she worked him, trying to accommodate his size. Spit bubbled from the corners of her mouth, rolling down his shaft to meet with the hair at his base that trailed up his abdomen.
She knew Rafe was getting impatient with himself, trying to let her take the reins and go her speed since they were so out of her comfort zone, but she could tell in the way he gave short thrusts that he was itching to take back control. Her hand that wasnât cupping his balls found one of his, threading their fingers together. His thumb rubbed soft circles on her skin before she brought his hand to the back of her head.
He needed no more encouragement. He wrapped his hand around her updo and started to push her farther onto his dick. The deeper he felt himself pushing, the louder her noises got. She balled her fists, trying to focus her breathing through her nose that was now touching his curls. Her nostrils filled with the scent of his cologne and his sweat, prompting her to whimper around his cock. He thrust his hips up at the stimulation, making her gag in response. He pulled her off himself, her hands taking her place, twisting around him as she gasped for air. Once again, a smirk took over his face, this time at the sight of the string of spit still connecting the two and the tear tracks on her cheeks.
When she finally got enough air, he lowered her back down, starting a steady rhythm as he murmured praises to her between thrusts, âThatâs it . . . doinâ so - fuckinâ - good for me. Yâknow I love your fucking mouth.â
She hummed in response, relaxing her throat as he fucked into her. Rafe had a tell when he was about to finish; everytime, without fail, he would twitch in her mouth. At that, she pulled back, resisting Rafeâs attempts to bury himself back to the hilt in her throat. He relented his grip at her insistence, but kept his hand territorially on the back of her head as she once again brought her hands to jerk him.
Her words were breathy, as though she was still trying to fill her lungs with air as she spoke, âYâwanted to make me pretty, Rafey. Do it.â
That snapped him into action. He tightened his grip again on her hair, preventing her from moving from her spot before slapping her hands away to replace with his own free one. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation, eyes closing as she listened to the sounds of him jerking himself off, grunts of her name on his lips. âGonna cover you in my fuckinâ cum. I should make you walk around with it. Make sure everyone knows youâre mine.â
He finished with a heavy breath, ropes of his cum finding home on her face, with a few drops on her upper chest and breasts that began to drip down her sunburn-hot skin and into her bikini top. He tucked himself back into his pants and redid his belt, ordering her to stay still. He slid his phone out his pocket and snapped a photo of her before he used his thumb to wipe the line of his cum off her eye and gave her the okay to open them again. He thrust his thumb back into her mouth; she made quick work of cleaning it off.
Rafe ran a hand down her hair. âTold you Iâd complete your outfit.â
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i need to know your opinion on stalker!jj because we always hear about rafe stalking you and on a full moon, once a month, the abyss throws out stalker!john b, but what about stalker!jj??
like the side of jj that was holding topper at gunpoint, the violent side of him that's jaded from being unloved all of his life, so when kook!reader prances into the pogues' lives along right behind sarah, acting all nice to him and having such a gentle demeanor, he's instantly all over her and he's the protective kind too, but he's delusional.
like he'll be all up in a guy's face for cat-calling you (it's your long-term boyfriend everybody knows about giving you a complement) OR OR he'd break into your house while you're sleeping and film himself sitting on your bedside table, jacking off with a stolen pair of your panties, with the camera panning from his cock to your sleeping face đ
im sorry, i'm knee deep in a nutting over jj contest and so far, i fear, first place and runner up are both me đ
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i opened my drafts finally feeling inspired and THIS MASTERPIECE was there waiting for me.. in đȘ» anon we trust đ
yeah tbh normal rafe has stalker tendencies letâs be real đđ he has your location and has showed up places to pick you up without any prior warning before. he says itâs âfor your safetyâ but in all realness he just likes to keep tabs on you throughout the day. i always think ab that scene with him and topper where heâs all âyouâre spying on her?â đĄđ€ like judging because heâs tracking sarah â but then takes his phone to see where she is and literally pulls up đ§ââïž my man is a hypocrite but i love him! :)
i. am. OBSESSED. with stalker!jj x kook!reader. sarah keeps bringing her best friend around, and naturally jj takes the bait. sheâs just so innocent and sheltered! itâs not his fault he wants to defend that, especially when youâre so sweet to him. nobody really gives jj the time of day, but now youâre sitting on his lap, dragging your fancy acrylic nails down his sunburnt neck, and bringing him beer in your cute little tennis skirts? no doubt heâs locking you down and throwing away the key.
#thanks for the message! ââĄâ§âË.#đȘ» anon#jj fighting your kook bf is just the icing on the cake#obx#jj maybank#rafe cameron#kook!reader ౚৠàłàŒ#minors dni
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friends close, enemies closer: part 1
A/N: hey guys!! iâm starting this JJ fic bc i am currently obsessed with outerbanks and wanna live my hot girl fantasy! join me if you want ;) LOTS OF LOVE!
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Summary:Â When your parents unexpectedly become wealthy from good investments, you're forced to leave your old life in the Cut and move to Figure Eight. Â Right when you finally start to move on (thanks to the help of your best friend, Sarah Cameron), your old friends are suddenly forced into your life again. Getting comfortable with them means discovering their new lives and making amends for the past. And just when things couldn't possibly get any more complicated, you have to deal with your lingering feelings with a certain hot-headed blond.Â
Word count: 2.9k
Warnings: just swearing for this one!
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You hated lunch at Kildare Preparatory Academy. It wasnât that it was bad or anything, but it was certainly not good. There was no added butter, no oil, and obviously no love. It all tasted like it would have been sold downtown, at one of the new juice bars or vegan cafes.Â
Sarah didnât seem to mind, though. She was digging into her panini and pasta salad, gossiping with you as you sat at a table in the sun. You listened in silence, letting the warmth cover your bare legs. You were glad you met her. There was always a cliche in movies that the pretty, popular girl bullied the introverted new girl. But that wasn't true. Sarah accepted you into her circle. She invited you to parties, showed you the cool way to plait your hair, and made Kooks see you as one of them, rather than a Pogue whose parents hit it big.
Even though moving schools during freshman year was hard, it was moments like this that made you glad that your family made it. Kildare County High School was a mess, falsely beautified by newly lacquered gym floors and covered in finger-print-smudged windows. Kildare Prep was gorgeous, wrapped in ivy with Tiffany blue glass stained windows. You sighed contentedly and opened your eyes again to find Sarah staring at you.Â
âI have something to tell you.â She announced, looking like she would burst. You raise your eyebrows expectantly, waiting for her to spill whatever it was that had been weighing on her mind. âI started seeing someone.â
You wanted to pretend that you were shocked, but you weren't. Sarah had a bad history with men. The bad part being how fast she went through them.Â
âI know what youâre thinking: âSarah, another one?â I know! But I actually really like him. Heâs not like anyone else I know.â
You grin at your friend, seeing the blush rise on her cheeks. You send her a knowing smile. Witnessing Sarah giddy with excitement was a special kind of happiness. âWho is it?â
Her smile faded slightly, and she took a deep breath. âWell, itâs- hm. ItâsâŠJohn Routledge.â You open your mouth to burst in, but she quickly talks over you. âI know! I know you know each other, and I know youâre gonna be so pissed, but itâs different! He is so sweet, and he just understands me, like everything that's going on with Rafe and Dad." She pauses briefly and searches your eyes. "You know Iâm right. You would know better than anyone.âÂ
You knew all too well. Before your family earned big on investments your dad made, you used to live right next to John B. He, along with Pope Heyward and JJ Maybank used to be your best friends. You spent all day together, fishing and surfing, getting so sunburnt that you couldn't walk. They were always there for you, no matter what.
After you moved, it was radio silence from them. Not that you wanted it to be, but they never reached out after you left their side of the island. Ever since then, you became a stranger to them.
âSarah.â Is all you say, mouth left hanging open. You can't help but stare at her.Â
âClose your mouth. Youâll catch flies.â She deadpans, a slight smirk extending across her face. âPlus, tell me that you never miss them. This could be good for you!â
âAnd if you break up?â
âThen nothing will change! You donât talk at all. Please, Y/N, donât be mad at me.â
Her reaction takes you back. Being mad never even crossed your mind. Shock that she would even hang out with Pogues, yes, but never anger.
âMad? Iâm not mad. IâmâŠI want to be happy for you. It might just take me some time to warm up to them again.â You reply, stealing a piece of pasta salad off Sarahâs plate with your fingers. You scowl as you taste the vinegar, far too strong for your liking.
âThen why donât you hang out with us this weekend? Just to get you comfortable with them again. I've never met his friends, and I want you there. Youâll see, heâs so mature now. Plus, heâs hot too!â
Hot? That was never the word you would associate with John B. Nerdy and kinda bashful maybe, but definitely not the "hot" boy in the group.
âEw! If I say yes, will you stop bugging me about a boy I grew up with, who at one point was practically my brother?â
She laughs out loud, arms spread wide and face set towards the sun. âYes! I swear, Iâll be quiet forever!â
You grin at how happy she is. She looks so free like this, smiling at the sun with her golden hair practically blinding you. âI don't want you to be quiet forever. Just for now. And maybe for the next week."
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The ride back home was slow. Sometimes, you wondered what life would have been like if you stayed in the Cut. Would your car be packed full of your old friends? Dopey boys changing the station, or a certain blond trying to light up in your front seat? Would your parents even be able to afford a second car at all? You feel like a loser thinking back on stuff that you canât change now, but you canât help it. What Sarah said to you weighed heavy on your mind today. What happened to the friendship you had with them?
You pulled into your lengthy driveway, spotting your brother's dusty car sitting in the garage. It was the end of May, so he would be coming back to the island soon. You missed him so much, it physically hurt you.Â
With him home, there was only one thing left to wait for: summer.Â
As much as you needed your days free, along with the ability to call your friends whenever to go get ice cream, summer only led to what you dreaded: college applications.
You didnât know what you wanted to do with your life. How the hell would you? You were still a child, how could you figure out what you were supposed to do for the rest of your life? With your family's new wealth, your parents were very stubborn about the fact that you and your brother would go to a prestigious school where you would get a top-notch education.
However, that was not something you were interested in. Your brother went to school in Indiana, at Notre Dame University. They expected you to follow him.Â
You wanted to stay local. Not commuter close, per se, but close enough that you could drive him if you needed more contacts or a new prescription. You couldn't stand to be far from the water, the only place that brought you stability and comfort.Â
But your parents insisted that you would leave and see what else there was. So you would.
You parked your car and jogged up the stairs, kicking your shoes off and hanging up your backpack before heading to the outdoor shower to change into your wetsuit. In the warmer months, you taught younger kids how to surf in the afternoon. You loved the challenge of trying to get kiddos to not be spooked by the waves and going under.Â
The beach had been the first place you and the Pogues had for yourself. Your parents were never there and there were no concerns about not having enough money to fill the boat with gas. Your surfboard was second-hand and coated in wax, but it was yours and that was enough.Â
You used to all have matching anklets, constructed from pieces of sea junk and old rope found in John Bâs surf shack. You lost yours swimming with Sarah the year before, but you wish you still had it. It was one of the only reminders you had of them.Â
You changed quickly and headed to the beach. Lessons were exhausting, but the little girl that you taught today made you smile. She was six years old, and her name was Penny. She had long, blonde hair and shiny blue eyes, just like she was meant for the coast. She looked so similar to JJ, who was your absolute rock during your girlhood.
He was always at the beach at the same time you were. You never talked to him and he never even looked at you. He made you feel like there was never anything even there between you two, which hurt you more than you cared to acknowledge. Yes, you two had grown apart. But to act like a stranger? There was a point in your life where you would call JJ your brother, your best friend. Now you were nobody.
He was with John B and Pope, laughing and chilling on their boards in the water. Every now and then, you could see Pope splash at his friends, rolling his eyes when they said something idiotic. When a wave came by, they rode it together. You constantly saw them chuckling when they wiped out and help each other cough salt water out of their lungs.Â
When John B caught your eye, he smiled a bit and waved. He always either nodded or half-smiled, but a wave was foreign to you. You grinned back shyly, unsure of how to respond. When the other two boys looked over at you, you suddenly felt like a target.
JJ did not seem as forgiving as John B. His eyes narrowed at you, scoffing a bit and mumbling something before he turned back to the group.Â
Pope smirked at his comment, but John B did not seem impressed. You watched him yell at his best friend, and though you couldn't hear what he said over the waves, you could guess it wasn't nice.Â
The fact that you knew they were not only making fun of you but arguing because of you, made you uneasy. The last thing you wanted was to create a rift in the friend group, as you knew how much they all depended on each other. You glanced around for Kie, but you couldn't find her.Â
You guys had kept in touch when you both moved, but you never were the best of friends. You spoke at parties and occasionally you saw her strolling the boardwalk, but you never hung out. If you were honest, you were a bit jealous of her. Why wouldn't you be? She still had them.Â
Growing up together as the only girls in a group of boys, you constantly were pitted against each other. Always being compared over everything, especially your looks, became tiring for both you. It wasn't either of your faults, but it created a barrier between the two of you.Â
Soon enough, the class was over, and you could flee the beach. You practically ran home, desperate for a shower and dying to call Sarah and tell her what happened.Â
The phone rang twice before she picked up the call.Â
âWhatâs up? Are you okay?â
You switched your board from under your left arm to your right, and readjusted your phone. âYeah, Iâm fine. Just need to tell you what just happened because Iâm like, kinda geeked.â
You described the situation to her, breaking in the middle to let Sarah ask her most pressing question: Which board shorts was John B wearing? The blue ones with the suns or the stripes?
âWell, Iâm glad he stuck up for you. Iâm confused though. I've heard that JJ was nice. Maybe he was having a bad day? Or maybe he wasn't even talking about you.â
You puff out your cheeks and let out a deep breath. âI donât know man, he seemed pretty pissed at me.â
âWell, there's nothing you can do about it now. Hey, are you coming to the club tonight? There's that barbeque for Memorial Day that my parents are making me go to.â Sarah asked, shutting the door to her closet and walking down the hallway. You heard Ward in the background questioning her, but she muted and gave you the "one-sec" motion before she answered him.Â
You texted her that you were gonna hang up, but that your parents were also forcing you to go so you could suffer together. You made a fart noise into the speaker before you pressed the little red button, and laughed to yourself at the thought of Sarah hearing that as she squabbled with her dad.Â
By the time you made it to the club, Sarah had already finished her food. She rolled her eyes as she saw you speedwalk to the table with your plate in hand. She took a long sip of her lemonade as she examined you up and down. âWell, at least you look good.â
âShut up. I had work,â you reply, sliding into the chair next to hers and placing a napkin on your lap. âPlus, most of the food was gone. There was like, nothing left.â
âMaybe you shouldn't have been late then! I donât know, just a thought.â Sarah mocked, laughing at your side-eye. âHey, real talk though. I need some advice.â
âWhat?â You ask, covering your mouth with your hand as you chowed down on your pulled pork sandwich.Â
âWell, John B said that when we all hang out Kie is gonna come. And itâs not that I donât wanna see her, it's just that- well, I guess I don't wanna see her.â
âWhy?âÂ
You knew why. Everyone knew why. You really hoped their beef wouldn't make the reunion any more awkward than it already would be.Â
âIt ended so badly between us. She literally left school because of me. I was such a bitch.â Sarah sighed, pushing some of her golden hair over her shoulder.Â
âYeah, pretty much.â You laughed, raising your eyebrows at her. âSarah, be real. Do you think he would invite her if she was gonna make it a big deal?âÂ
She cocked her head to the side, eyes searching for something on the pristine golf course before shaking her head.Â
âNo. No, I donât think so.â
âExactly. You worry too much. If I can do it, you can too. My situation is worse, Iâd say.â
Sarah giggled and drained the rest of her drink. âYeah, probably. Hey, are you seriously okay about hanging with them? I know it might be a little awkward.â
Honestly, you didn't want to go back to them. It would be painful, to hear their inside jokes that you no longer had any idea about and re-acquainting yourself with the life that could have been yours. As much as you loved the life your parents has built for you, there were times that you missed the easygoing nature of the Cut and evenings at the Chateau with Big John.Â
 âItâll be more than a little awkward at first. I mean, JJ canât even look at me and Pope canât help but to laugh at JJâs snide comments. But Iâll do it for you.â
âWhat do you remember about them? JJ and Pope?â Sarah asks, pulling her cardigan tighter around her tan shoulders as the wind started to wind up.
âWell, Pope is a genius. Always has been. Kind of a suck-up, but thatâs just him. Heâll always help out if he can, and heâs super genuine. I honestly donât think there's a bad bone in his body.â You stop and take a deep breath. You didnât really like to allow yourself to think of them too often. âAnd JJ, heâs-â
âYou used to like him, didnât you? I feel like I remember you saying that.â
You instantly blushed at Sarah's words. You had drunkenly told her that one night during one of your âladies' nightsâ. In other words, you each stole a bottle of wine from your parents and got wine drunk.Â
âWell, yeah kinda. I guess. It was strange. He was my best friend. He was always there for me, especially when my dad was going through it. We were similar in a lot of ways. He was proud and courageous. He taught me how to surf on a board he stole from a random tourist. He said the most out-of-pocket shit, but somehow when he says it, itâs just funny. Â Heâs so fucking funny.â You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. When Sarah notices, she grabs your hand.Â
âSorry if that was too much, we can stop. I know itâs hard for you.â
You watch the sun disappear under the water, the sky filling with oranges and light pinks while the steady May breeze brushes over your skin. You felt Sarah's head lean on your shoulder, and you placed yours on top of her own.Â
âYou are the best person I could have ever hoped would come into my life. I love you.â Sarah sighed, feeling the smile grow on her face from where she was propped on your shoulder.Â
âLove you more.â You replied back, watching your father play golf with other men of the club as you soaked up the lays rays of the holiday sun.Â
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babe, iâm really sorry for the lost of âsunburntâ đđ i was panicked when i couldnât find it and started crying because itâs one of my fav rafes fanfic. thank god ive blocked and reported the copycaterđđ #ripsunburnt
It's okay, my love. I decided to repost it... even though I lost all comments and likes. It's fine. Hopefully, people will reread it. BUT OMG DO NOT CRY!!! It is still available on Ao3, even when it goes down on Wattpad. It will never really die. Or else I will go after someone.
And thank you for reporting her, lovely. She is probably the person that I hate the most on Wattpad - and she isn't the first to steal my work. She took away all the love I had for the story for like 4 days bc of how much she tried to be the victim. I didn't want to repost Sunburnt, I didn't want to see it even. Hopefully, her ban to post a new story continues...
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For the random anon doubting our Rafe shifter.
people litch get heatstroke all the goddamn time.
The same way people who live in aus get sunburnt even though theyâve lived there for years.
Also Iâm pretty sure the only way you can stop heatstroke is by not going outside but litch what do you expect them to do? Teleport like bro itâs real life just not in this realityđ
yeah i think it just happens lol and even if youâre used to the climate itâs still possible.
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Rafe Cameron fic recommendations
â° two parts or series
All mine - @topsytervy
A secret - @bluebirdsbluebells
Best friendâs brother - @writingsbehaviour â°
Blueberry pancakes - @butgilinsky â°
Coho rafe - @sunnypogue â°
Country club - @loveylangdon
Crazy love - @mackenzielovee â°
Enemies with benefits - @avenging-fandoms â°
Exhale - @poguesarah
For a kook - @socialwriter
Fuck, iâm lonely - @emsloveletters
Happier than ever - @obx-snippets â°
Happy place - @downbytheouterbanks â°
How to be a heartbreaker - @rekrappeter & @matthewtkachuk â°
If i say a cliche - @maybankiara
In my business - @mrs-cameron â°
I hate you - @kookkyra â°
In my head - @glodessa â°
I want you - @annab-nana
Jealous - @rafescoke
Late night confessions - @skyebounded â°
Lost time - @moldisgoodforyou â°
More than enough - @calumbroutledge
New light - @outerbankies â°
Oh happy days - @beauvibaby â°
One night, two consequences - @sargeant-bxrnes â°
Open scar - @lovewasted
Overtaken - @pixelated-pogues
Red wine lips - @queenk00k â°
Simp for you - @destourtereaux
Snowed in - @heybarzy â°
Sunburnt - @twinklelilstarkey
The internship - @lurkymurker â°
Tolerate it - @ssjiara
Touch - @cobaincreates â°
Where it leads - @jjmaybanksbaby â°
Your secretâs safe with me - @twinkleimagines
365 days - @poge-life â°
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⥠Outer Banks Masterlist âĄ
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
⥠character list ⥠request rules âĄ
Pairings:
Sarah Cameron & Topper Thornton-
somewhere warm, somewhere safe
Character x Reader:
Rafe Cameron x Reader-
tired
sunburnt
John B Routledge x Jj Maybank x Reader-
aquarium
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Hi! I spend way too much time reading fics on here so I decided to put together a little fic listđ€ Just wanted to say thank you to all the amazing fic writers we have in the fandomđ€
One Shots:
Sunburnt by @twinklelilstarkey
Jealous by @rafescoke
Garden Furniture by @rafecameron
If I Say Itâs A Cliche by @maybankiara
Stay With Me by @heybarzy
Hot & Cold by @mildkleptomaniac
Ha Ha... Then What by @cobaincreates
Kiss You Better by @love-chx
Right Now by @maybanksslut
Love Clouded By Addiction by @planeswithpaperwings
Keep Your Friends Close And Make Out With Your Enemies by @fuckyeahmattytkachuk
Your Secretâs Safe With Me by @twinkleimagines
Series:
In My Business by @mrs-cameron
Guys My Age by @ruinouswrites
New Light by @outerbankies
Blueberry Pancakes by @butgilinsky
How To Be A Heartbreaker by @fuckyeahmattytkachuk & @rekrappeter
Red Wine Lips by @queenk00k
Lost Time by @moldisgoodforyou
In My Head by @starkey-babie
Father Figure by @pogueslandia
College Rafe by @sunnypogue
One Shots:
Drive Me Crazy by @taylathornton
Overboard by @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo
Midsummer Nightmare by @annab-nana
If You Donât I Will by @loveylangdon
Just You by @bricksatanakinswindow
Romeo, Juliet, And Evites To Funerals by @baby-bearie
You Talk Too Much by @sunflowerbecca
Part Of Your World by @reawritesthings
My Left Handâs Free by @mischiefmaybank
Drunken Thoughts by @w1segirl
Just A Little by @samwlscns
Lifeline by @obxsummer
Slow Dancing 1 & 2 by @peach-vuitton
Eyes Blue Like The Atlantic by @obx-snippets
Jealousy, Jealousy by @mayraki
Enough For You by @unsaidsunset
Jellyfish by @collecting-stories
Hospital Chairs And Crappy Vending Machines by @sunnymaybank
Early Morning & Late At Night by @bigdrewenergy
Series:
Stood Up by @skiesofthesketchy
Passion Lies In Screams Of Ecstasytic Dreams by @jjouterbanks
I Wanna Be Yours by @tobaccosunburstsky
Tokens by @s-brant
The Summer Playlist by @pogueszn
Costal Venture by @mentalpolaroids
Donât Forget Where You Belong by @harrysbbby
The List @stardusttkachuk
The Romantic Tirades Of Indie Routledge by @cognacdelights
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Do you have any favourite writers ?
If so could you recommend some stories I need to expand my list
Ooo yes!
Ok first up is my ultimate favourite totally in love with this women and her work- @bigdrewenergy literally anything she writes is bloody incredible, has me hooked with each piece ,truly just outstanding inspires me to become a better writer, I could rave about her for hours on end (sheâs also so sweet)
Then Iâve been obsessed with @starkey-babie as of late especially her 101 fic, gives me many feels, mostly down below , wish I could write like her. Just perfect in all honesty!
A couple more who have been feeding my obx addiction-
@twinkleimagines - drew stories 1000/10 especially shh theyâll hear you, i was hyperventilating for the remainder of the day
@taylathornton- needs to publish a book ASAP so I can buy 20 copies
@maybanksslut -jj and rafe stories have me gagging for more each time , but also has other amazing character pieces
@msgorillagripcoochie - has my fanny fluttering with every rafe smut , her page also kills me off seems so hilarious
@twinklelilstarkey -probably one of the most talented writers Iâve ever come across on this app, sunburnt had be twitching for a week
@jjouterbanks - jj stories got me screaming , finding myself going back to read them a lot!
@moldisgoodforyou -rafe and sophie stories could read all day long
Iâm pretty much just a massive whore for these above and can only hope that one day my writing will be as captivating as theirs đ€
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obx masterlist
the pogues
jj maybank
sunburnt
midnight dip
i meant it
john b routledge
love in the dark
pope heyward
coming soon
kiara carrera
coming soon
sarah cameron
coming soon
cleo
coming soon
the kooks
rafe cameron
birthday surprise
all good things must come to an end (series)
foolâs gold part 2
when iâm away from you..
topper thornton
coming soon
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Sunburnt Rafe Cameron? đ«
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Hey â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž how are you so good at writing Rafe stories like EVERY SINGLE ONE IS SO DAMN GOOD I wasnât even into Rafe until I found ur account!! Also I just reread Sunburnt and that is still the best fic I have ever read!!!â€ïž
OH MY GOD, THANK YOU SO MUCH, MYYY LOVEEE! I always so feel so honored when people tell me I've turned them to this dark side of the fandom (even though it is very much not hated anymore). And I'm so happy you enjoy "Sunburnt", I remember how much fun I had writing it!! Thank you <3
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