#the kooks

[maybanksprincess]

jj maybank headcannons!

warnings: none, pure fluff!

requested by this ask! thank you anon <3

pairings: boyfriend!jj x shy!girlfriend!reader <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always has to tutor jj because he cant listen in class for shit. lucky for him, his girlfriend has all the notes, cause shes observant <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who tugs on jjs arm when shes ready to leave a public setting, or just wants to get out of a conversation, luckily her boyfriend is good at making excuses.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always asks jj to order her food for her in a drive thru, or when waiters take their order, cause shes too shy to tell them what she wants, afraid she will stutter or say something wrong.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who hates going on on dates in public, not because shes embarrased of jj, but because shes scared she will get mean looks.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who texts jj when she meets up with him at a place, making him come get her instead of finding him her self

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always has to make the first move in the relationship, whether it be the first kiss, first time having sex, first time sleepover, etc. but ofc he doesnt mind, because he loves how shy his girl is, he knows that shes only his.

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who doesnt pay attention in school on purpose, so that when he gets home he can call his pretty girlfriend over to teach it to him instead of a lame teacher <3

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who constantly does goofy things to try and get you to bring out your goofy side that he hardly sees

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who randomly pecks your lips or your forehead, during conversations with others when your sitting on his lap, to let you know he's still there

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always lets you rant about books or movies to him, even if he doesn't understand because he doesn't ever wanna not hear you talk.

[janesarahspidey]

[rinavaliexs]

soft!rafe cameron x reader

summary: you obsessed with rafe’s hands

notes: just short rc fluff, btw this is my first ever work on tumblr so don’t be mad at me, and also english is not my native language so there might be some mistakes and i’ll be grateful if u tell me about it, enjoy reading :)

words count: 121

You was lying on the bed with rafe, when you just woke up, he was hugging you with one of his hands

"Rafey-" you whisper softly "I love your arms so much”

He chuckles at your words, but he was still softly smiling at you "So you like only my arms, and not me, huh, babe?" he asked still laughing at you

You moan quietly "Rafe, you know that i wasn't mean that"

His smile gets wider at your words "Of course i do, babe, i was just kidding"

You rolled your eyes at his words

"Oh, babe, don't be mad at me, you know i love you" he put soft kiss on your forehead

You murmur softly "I love you too, rafey"

[drewsephrry]

being a kook moodboard

[ayatotiddies]

‘The Ties That Bind Us’

Part 1

Summary - Ever since we were little, Rafe and I have been close. Sometime along the way, something happened though. We changed, got closer in a sort- I always wonder what might’ve changed. What ticks along the way made us what we are today? I guess I’ll never know. All I know is the feeling of his pretty hands, tracing the sides of my face. My best friend leaning in, his soft lips meeting my own. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did and to be honest- I wasn’t complaining...

Warnings - Just boys fighting- JJ calling reader nicknames

Word Count - 1.3k

My head ached as I grabbed my phone off my desk. As per usual the group chat was blown up from photos and videos of last night at Top’s party. Then everything came flooding back, the sound of music blasting in the background, the dancing, the alcohol- it was incredible. As I scrolled through the messages, stopping every once in a while to save some occasional photos and videos. I paused, grinning at the one of me and Rafe sitting next to each other. The photo would’ve been considered average if it were anyone else- but alas it was my best friend. Then the group chat dinged with a new message, sending me back to the bottom of the chat. Sure enough it was the kook princess, Sarah. “Is anyone else's head DYING!!” As I read the message, I grinned. At least I wasn’t the only one with a headache. That made me feel lots better- 

My fingers tapped at the screen quickly. “Mine… last night was the worst mistake of my life” Not really- I quite enjoyed last night, actually. But they didn’t need to know that. I carefully placed my phone down on the bed beside me. Nothing else to do, so might as well take a shower-

Laying back in bed, in my pajamas with my hair still in a towel was the best kind of TLC I could ask for at the moment. Watching TikToks was getting boring, so I tossed my phone on the bed beside me and just laid there. Thinking. Thinking about last night, thinking about the latest show I had been watching, thinking about Rafe. I wonder what he’s doing? Whatever, probably out with his dad or Kelce and Topper.

A knock on my door took me out of my thoughts. Carefully sliding out of bed and making my way over to the door. It wasn’t hard to tell who it was. The way he knocked was a dead giveaway, Rafe. I smiled as I opened the door. “How’s my Star?” he cooed. Raising up a bag full of chips and candies. That was all that needed to be said before I let him in my house. The snacks and that stupid little nickname he gave me freshman year of high school that just… stuck. He made his way through the door and into my house before I shut the door behind him.

All I could hear was his stupid murmurs about how dumb this movie was. My head laying on his shoulder, popcorn in between our laps, drinks sitting on the coffee table. “S’not stupid Rafe- you just don’t have taste-” As soon as the words left my lips Rafe gave me one of the nastiest looks, I’d ever seen in my life. All I could do was laugh which only seemed to irritate him more, causing him to roll his pretty blue eyes. “Better taste than you,” he murmured. I jokingly gasped and slapped his arm. The corners of his mouth lifting into that stupid - cocky, smirk. As he laughed and threw his arm back over my shoulder again.

The silence grew and my mind wandered back to last night. Of course, not a word about what happened last night because- well- it didn’t need to be brought up. I still couldn’t help but think though... the alcohol- the partying. Weird comments from random people, but instead of bringing it up, we would do what we usually did, anytime something awkward happened we would ignore it. Not a word would be said about some stupid boys from the golf course asking if we were fucking. What do you even say to that? Allegations like that have gone on since high school. So, it wasn’t REALLY that random, but it was still insane to be asked about. Of course, it wasn’t true? Who in their right mind would fuck their best friend. Just the thought is actually insane.

While we sat in silence, I glanced up at him. His jaw was clenched as he focused on the movie he was complaining about earlier. I just observed him, he looked so calm. It was always different when it was just me and Rafe in private. There is something just - enchanting about how he looks. The way his pretty blonde curtain bangs frame his face. The way the light bounces off his face and enhances his already ice blue eyes. That tough exterior fades away and a gentler side of him is exposed. I guess he noticed, the way his eyes caught mine - the lump in my throat just grew bigger as I looked back at the tv. “What is it...?” Rafe questioned, though he kept his voice low. When I gave him a shake of the head and a mumbled out “Nothing.” I don’t think he was too pleased. He kept his eyes on me, like he could see into my soul.

Then before I knew it- he paused the movie on the TV. “Rafe wha-” he cut me off “What is it Star, don’t do that lying bullshit.” He scanned my face as if he was looking for any form of discomfort or lying. It made me smile - just how much he cared. “I just got lost in thought,” I replied, shrugging. His eyes drifted down to my lips when I spoke and then shot back up when it got quiet. “M’kay- whatever you say.” he murmured and unpaused the movie.

The next few hours were spent cuddling up on the couch together before his phone rang. The movie was quiet enough in the moment to let me hear who it was, Topper. Asking if Rafe was going to a party at the Boneyard tonight. Rafe’s eyes cut to me and then back to the tv in front of us. “Depends. Is it an anyone can come, sort of situation?” Rafe questioned Topper and Topper’s voice was soft from the speaker of the phone but sure enough he said yes. Rafe was quick to nod and say he would go. Then just like that he turned and looked at me with a gentle look on his face. “Assuming you’ll go...?” The tone of his voice was almost like he was begging. “Rafe- we were just at a party last night” I replied, sighing. His eyes softened, looking down at me with a soft pout- “C’mon, please Star?” he whined. Topper snickered in the background; Rafe mumbled a quick ‘Shut up’ to his friend on the phone. I sighed and nodded. A smile found his face as he hung up on Topper.

The party was a buzz. Red solo cups thrown in plastic bags or littering the beach. Music blaring with the sparks and crackles of a bonfire going in the background. It was nice - calm, different from last night's party. The music wasn’t loud to the point your head pounded. With my drink of choice in the red solo cup in my hand, I sloshed it around before taking a swig. My eyes roamed the beach, both kooks and pogues were at this party. I’d lost Rafe somewhere mid-party, as per usual. He ran off with Topper and Kelce. Or so I thought -

JJ came running up to me, “Hey pretty girl - where’s your guard dog?” Earning a snicker from me, I covered my mouth with my empty hand. “My what?” - “Rafe, where is he? He not glued to your side tonight?” JJ questioned. Before I could get the chance to respond I heard Rafe clear his throat from behind me. “Maybe I spoke too soon” The blonde in front of me grinned. “Yeah or maybe you should get out of here, Maybank.” Rafe sneered, his hand finding its way to my shoulder. My eyes glanced to my side, Rafe with his hat backwards on his head. Red solo cup in hand and a harsh look on his face. JJ rolled his eyes and walked away, earning a scoff from Rafe. “Dirty pogue.” - “Rafe don’t-” My words cut off when JJ turned around and shoved Rafe, causing ME to stumble back as well. Rafe’s cup went flying through the air as he stumbled back on his feet.

@annoyingassleo

Part! - 2 !!

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this first part 💋

Moodboard- Click It

[jj-maybanks-daughter]

workout

little 2 year old, y/n walked into the home gym, seeing her dad, rafe and uncles topper and kelce working out, and she decided to join them

warnings- just fluff 🤍

y/n waddled through the hallway, noticing a never before opened door, open. rafe kept the door shut so his daughter couldnt get into the equipment and hurt herself. 

her curiosity took over and she slid through the cracked door. she giggled at her dads red face as he lifted a dumbbell up to his armpits. kelce looked over to see her. “uhhh- rafe?” he questioned

“can’t you see i’m doing something?” he asked, putting down the dumbbell. “what do you wa-“ he quickly cut himself off seeing    y/n sitting on the floor clapping her hands. “oh hi baby? what are you doing here?” he cooed to her as he picked her up. 

“ew, sweaty” she said with a look of disgust. topper and kelce laughed and rafe sat her back down. she waddled over to the treadmill, sitting down on it. 

“your so silly.” rafe chuckled as he followed behind her, his arms out in case she fell. 

“uncle top!” she said, pointing to topper in the middle of his bench set. topper couldn’t help but giggle and set the bench back up. 

“you like the gym, y/n/n?” he laughed, wiping his sweat with a sweat towel. she got up off the treadmill and ran to topper holding her arms up for him to hold her. he picked her up and showed her the bar. 

“you know guys? we could start baby training now.” rafe chuckled. the other boys knew there was no way of stopping rafe as he picked back up y/n and had her hold onto the pull up bar. rafe had it made so he could adjust the height, so he moved it down to the lowest level first. “hold on, baby.” he smiled, still holding her. 

she shrieked in happiness and rafe decided to carry her less and less to the point where she was practically doing it herself! 

“this is awesome dude!” rafe celebrated, proud of his daughter. the other boys just laughed and stood there watching. 

“hold on dude, i’ll be right back.” topper said as he ran out of the room, across the street to his house. 

he came back with one pound weights, pink of course. 

“look at that y/n” kelce started, “it’s what uncle top uses at home!” topper just glared at kelce and handed the weights to rafe as she hopped off the bar. 

“you think you can do it, babe?” rafe asked her, squatting and talking to her like she was in a boxing match.

“yes!” she answered, clapping her hands. she reached out grabby hands to the pink weights and held them, happily. 

“look at that! your so strong aren’t you?” rafe laughed. 

the boys continued to train y/n as she grew up. she was easily the strongest, not only girl, but kid in her class throughout her days in school, all thanks to her dad, uncle top, and uncle kelce.

[vogueprincess]

here’s my take on rafe and sofia…. if they make his character all soft and simple and straightforward it ruined his whole character!!! his character is this complex deranged guy with issues and it makes no sense for that all to be resolved because he suddenly gets into this relationship with a sofia. i also think it’s a bit off character for him to be with a pogue…. i also think that the only reason they added her is to give the viewers the idea of what it would be like to be in a relationship with rafe (cause let’s be real rafe is one of obx main money makers) let me know what you think!

[marvelsgirl616]

[☀️📸💭] — 📸: dating topper thornton.

[nisimultifandom]

dark!Rafe Cameron x reader

Warnings- MDNI, dark content, power imbalance, mean!rafe, slapping

A/N - finally back, enjoy

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You were laying in bed when Rafe came storming through the door with Papers in his hand, you couldn’t tell by his face whether it was good or bad news.

,,here” you looked at the papers which he threw on his bed with a confused look, you would need more Information than that, but fortunately he got the hint before you had to say anything

,,These are enrollement papers, i want you to go to school in Tanneyhill”

You were silent for a while, trying to gather up the right words to use without ticking him off, his face was rather stern but there wasn’t much of any emotion, he just waited for your response with his hands on his hips, which made him look more intimidating than he already was

,,But I already go to school on the other side of town, I have all my friends there and I’m happy with it” Rafe got more serious at that, also gathering his words before exploding too fast

,,You go to a pogue school, with pogues, this is a private school for people who will get something from life”

You frowned at that, feeling yourself get a little bit angry, Rafe not only insulted your friends but your family too

,,Rafe, everyone in my Family went to that school, went off to college and made something of themselves, I can’t believe you would say such things" you took a quick breath ,,I don't wanna switch schools"

A mocking grin appeared on his face at that ,,Im sorry i don't recall asking you, i'm telling you, you're changing schools"

you stood up from the bad wanting to be at the same length as him, knowing it would easier to get to you if you're lying down. He frowned at that before licking his teeth, knowing you were about to challenge him

,,And I’m telling you that I’m not changing schools, and you’re not in the position to deci-“ he grabbed you chin before you got to finish the sentence, taking all bravery out of you ,,Y/n…I don’t think you don’t know what position you’re in in this relationship”

,,Do I need to remind you?” You contemplated if a busted lip was worth the trouble and…,,Oh please, big bad Kook prince, show me what you got, it’s all you’ve ever known” his breath flared at that, his blue eyes now a darker shade an you knew if you didn’t stop it wouldn’t end good for you

,,Y/n” he states ,,you’re just scared that if I don’t switch school I’ll end up fucking a pogue” you weren’t schocked when you found yourself on the ground, with a piercing pain in your cheek

,,You disrespectful slut, I thought of doing you a favour didn’t know you had it in you to actually fuck some pogue” you let out a cry when he grabbed the back of your head ,,stand up” your body was working against you but your brain was trying to help you think straight

,,I said stand up” he shook you up by your ponytail, finally finding the strength to stand up, but too late as he already had other plans when he kicked the back of your legs, making you fall to your knees

,,can’t even follow some orders I see, do I need to remind you of your place?” You shook your head no, trying not to disturb his mood ,,answer when I’m talking to you”

,,No Rafe, I-I think I learned my lesson” he swiped the tears from your cheek, smirking down at you ,,You think?”

,,I know I did, I’m sorry”

,,Good, cause next time I won’t be as nice” he whispers in your ear

,,Why do you need to control everything?“ you ask looking up at him through the hair stuck to your face

,,Because you and I both know who makes the money, who takes care of everything“ he goes on ,,If not for me you wouldn’t even survive this fucked up world“ you were shocked at his words, the only person he should be protecting you from, is himself

,,I don’t need a full time babysitter, I’ve been doing just fine on my own” you let out through gritted teeth , Rafe let’s out a groan at that

,,I would advice you to shut the fuck up before I do something I regret” he shouts at you, taking a hold of your hair again, making you let out a pained sob. You try to find comfort in him, by taking a hold of his thighs, at that he raises an eyebrow

,,I-I’m sorry, let’s just stop fighting” trying to gather your words through the pain in your throat was harder than anticipated, the corner of his lip forms a smirk and he’s picking you up from the ground to put his arms around you

,,Stupid girl, next time I tell you to do something, don’t fix your lips to disagree me,got it?” You nod, stuffing your wet face in his polo shirt. Trying to stand up to Rafe was a mistake, one that shouldn’t be repeated again, but if you ever felt rebellious again he would make sure to remind you where you really stand.

[thecabinsixwitch]

chb cabin aesthetics: 9/?

🐴🌊 Poseidon - Cabin 3 🔱🐚

Do you want to go to the seaside? / I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go / But I fell in love on the seaside / On the seaside / In the seaside

“Seaside” - The Kooks

(feel free to send me moodboard requests!)

[maybanksprincess]

seven minutes in heaven

warnings: suggestive but no actual smut, mature themes, dry humping, tongue kissing.

summary: a game of seven minutes in heaven leads to reader and jj stuck in a closet together.

pairings: childhood!bsf!jj x childhood!bsf!reader

requested by this ask (thank you anon!) i dont know much about the game, so if i got one of the steps wrong, im sorry in advance.

you and the rest of the pogues gathered together on a saturday night to drink beers, smoke weed, and play spin the bottle. typical pogue shit.

all of you were sat in a circle on the carpet in the living room floor of the chateau. there was a glass beer bottle in the middle of all seven of you.

for a half hour, the game was spin the bottle. everyone's facial expressions quickly grew bored. John B, and Sarah were talking about something totally different, Pope and Cleo gone to grab a new crate of beers.

After a few more moments of all of you staring at the wall blankly, Kiara's the first to break the awkward silence. "hey what's that game we all used to play when we were sophmores?" she asks, twirling a piece of her curly hair around her pointer finger.

after kiara speaks, jjs facial expression changes to one of interest. he thinks for a moment and then speaks, "the one where you get locked in a closet for like ten minutes?" he asks

Pope rounds the corner with a few beers tucked in his arm. Cleo not far behind him "seven minutes." he corrects, pointing a finger at him.

jj rolls his eyes at the correction and mimics a mouth with his hand, mocking his words "seven minutes" he says, trying his best to sound as much like pope as possible.

you flick the back of jjs neck, mumbling a shut up to him. he lets out a high pitched ow and rolls his eyes, but ultimately he stops his mocking.

John b turns back towards the group at the mention of the new game. "are we finally gonna play something other than spin the bottle? im kinda tired of landing on Sarah." he teases

Sarah shoves him playfully, and then turns back to the topic of conversation. "Yeah we should play, it sounds fun. how does it work?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

Pope speaks up this time, "we spin a bottle for two people, whichever two people it lands on, they go in a closet together for seven minutes to do whatever they want." he adds with a hint of suggestion at the end of his sentence.

jj smirks and turns to look at you, memories of the last time you two played this game when you were fifteen, when you shared your first kiss.

it was the first kiss for both of you, so it was sloppy and had a lot of teeth and tongue, it was sickening to think about, but never forgotten.

jj pipes up next, "yup we can play. this games borin' anyways." he says with a shrug.

everyone else agrees and shifts themselves back into a circle on the carpet. Pope places the bottle in the middle, then darting his eyes from one pogue to another.

"so whos first?" pope speaks

jj doesn't waste a second in volunteering to go first. "me! uh- ill spin first." he says, clearing his throat. everyones eyes fly to jj, giving him a questioning look.

"dude you answered that way too fast." john b says with a growing smirk on his face, his eyes now flickering between me and jj sitting beside one another.

"dude shut up!" jj says, before reaching forward and spinning the glass bottle, he crosses his arms and sneakily crosses his fingers hoping, praying, that it lands on you.

everyones eyes are glued intensely to the bottle, the tension in the small room palpable.

eventually the bottle comes to a stop, the tip of it pointing right to your knee. jj has to hold back from jumping up and saying something like hell yeah!

he instantly stands up, holding his hand out for you to take. "cmon m'lady." he teases, and looks at you with his typical shit eating grin.

you roll your eyes and take his hand, standing up and walking to the closed closet with him.

"i bet everyone can guess what they're gonna do in that closet." john b says with a smirk, as he watches jj open the closet door and enter.

"gross! i dont even wanna think about it." kie adds on, then everyone starts to whisper about both of you in the open circle.

as you both get in the cramped closet, jj takes a seat on stacked boxes that clearly say "fragile" but he obviously doesn't seem to mind. he looks up at you still standing there awkwardly in the dimly lit space.

"seems oddly familiar, doesn't it?" he teases. your brain floods with memories of you and jj in the same situation back in sophomore year.

you both had been in this exact crammed closet, deciding you could both share you first kiss together. it was sloppy, uncoordinated, and you both were trying to figure out a comfortable spot to place your hands. it was an awkward and uncomfortable kiss, but it was stuck in your brain nonetheless.

"yeah, really familiar." you chuckle nervously, looking around, and tapping your foot on the ground. you avoid eye contact with the blonde, hoping this seven minutes would pass by quickly.

he notices your shift in mood, and he smirks. he spreads his legs and moves his arms behind his head as he speaks.

"you know, were in here for a whole seven minutes. we should put it to good use, right?" he was enjoying making you nervous, and teasing you.

when he doesn't get a response, he gently pulls you onto his lap so your straddling him. he looks up into your eyes in the dimly lit closet, with something you cant quite describe.

before you know it, your both leaning in slowly, jj is the one to connect his lips with yours. the kiss was gentle and chaste at first, your mouths moving passionately against one another.

jjs hands find their way to your waist, gently caressing the flesh. you take that as a sign to move your hands up his torso, then settling your arms around his neck, all while continuing to kiss him passionately.

the kiss grows more intense over time, your tongues fighting for dominance against one another. eventually you catch yourself grinding your hips against his, as you both makeout.

minutes go by, and he finds himself lost in your kisses and the way your grinding your hips against his. his cock doesn't take long to stir in his cargo shorts.

when you feel his buldge press up against you, your hips move a little faster, the kisses becoming more desperate. before you know it, a light is shining in the closet and the sound of the door creaking fills your ears.

you pull away from jjs lips briefly to look at who opened the door.

"seven minutes are up, lovebirds." john b says with a jerk of his head, motioning for you two to get out the closet with a smirk.

IM SO SORRY TO LEAVE YALL ON A HANGER LOL

[honeydewblogforwriting]

Safe and sound

Warnings: a bit of angst I guess, postnatal depression mentioned, typos, does not explicitly follow the plot of OBX, website links, written and smau

Faceclaim:kelssopretty on Instagram

*YouTube video clip*

The clip begins with a darkened screen and the sound of a typewriter being set up. As the sound of paper sliding across the rollers punctuates the air. The clack of the cartridge return lever echoes as the first letter in bold white font appears across the screen. Bit by bit, the words are spelt out to the sound of the typewriter's keys. As the last shift is heard, the screen reads, "Business owner dilemma: Pope reprimands us for being careless... again."

The screen fades to a still image of you and the Pogues with the press play symbol in the middle of the screen; a mouse icon appears; clicks the symbol, and the video begins. "No more $200 on heirloom tomatoes" can be heard in the background as you adjust your camera's focus to capture Kiera's shocked and disgruntled expression at Pope's demand.

 You chuckle in the background, but your laughter is cut short as a question enters your mind. You ask Pope, "What about my imported peppers to make the jerk sauce?” Pope stutters on the first word in his haste to answer you, "Those—the peppers gotta go too, baby."

A caption materialises at the bottom of the screen as he speaks, "I know he's reprimanding me, but that "baby" at the end did it for me; it got me like, Sir, yes, sir!" The Pogues can then be heard collectively arguing; as you turn the camera to yourself and roll your eyes, the screen cuts to black.

*Girls Trip Vlog Clips*

"Hey, my babies, welcome back to my video," you whisper into the camera. "It's 5:36 a.m., and I, for the life of me, can't sleep," you say as you drag out the last syllable of the word sleep. Next to you, Sarah grumbles something and turns onto her outside. You make the gesture of shutting up to the camera, quietly ease yourself off the bed, and enter the next room.

"I had to leave the bedroom; I didn't want to wake my girls up. Idk how they can sleep right now; I've been feeling so stressed and anxious lately, you explain as you yawn and wipe your face. "Life just isn't going how I expected it to, and the girls decided that I needed a break from Outerbanks and the boys and just that sort of life in general, and now we're here on vacation."

You walk towards the counter and place your camera on its tripod. Taking a step back, you stand still for a second as you scrutinise how it's placed and make necessary adjustments. "Now that you guys are comfy, I'm going to make breakfast and list today's itinerary to you guys, just so you have an idea of what we'll be doing," you cheerfully state.

You turn to the refrigerator and unpack tomatoes, spinach, eggs, bacon, carrots, and bell peppers. You rest all of these items on your countertop and pivot towards your drawers, where you remove a knife and cutting board along with a ceramic bowl and fork.

 “Also, I`m cooking scrambled eggs for the girls and I. Ah, yes, our itinerary; we're going to do some shopping, Obvi!" You say the "obvi" in an exaggerated tone. "We're also going to visit the beach and some other tourist attractions; it's going to be so fun."

The sound of rustling can be heard in the bedroom, followed by a faint "aw sh*t." "Kie is awake now," you whisper as you cut the tomatoes. "I think I'm going to cut the video here so I can make breakfast and have some girl time with Kie; see you guys in a few minutes; bye-bye," you say as you kiss the screen.

*Next clip of the girls trip vlog*

 "Hey, my babies," you say, your voice laced with a hoarse tone. Excuse the way I sound; I've been crying." Sarah interrupts, "Yes, we just had a healthy crying session. We cried about everything." She appears in the camera with puffy eyes and red cheeks; her appearance evokes a chuckle from both of you. In the background, Kie can be heard yelling, "Yes, because we are girls together!" The screen fades as her last word is uttered.

*Final clip of the vlog*

"Hey my babies, I'm currently at the airport; the girls just boarded their flight and are heading back home, while I'm stuck waiting on Rafe," you say with a sarcastic grin. "The Kook King shows up whenever he feels like, Lucky me." The clip cuts abruptly.

The next clip starts with you accepting a beverage from someone. As you stretch your hand to accept it, the other person's hand appears on camera; the rings on their index and pointer fingers are easily identifiable; it's Rafe Cameron, your best friend. You drink your chai tea and state into the camera, "This is good!” You continue by demanding that Rafe say hi to the camera, which he does, then turn to whisper something in your ear that makes you groan and push him away.

You flip the camera from facing you to the back, where Rafe can be seen on camera. Behind the camera, you tell Rafe to tell the people where we're going and why we're going there. "We're heading to New York for some sort of fashion show and fashion awards," he drawls. "Yes, it's going to be so fun!" You exclaim. "I'm so excited, and I'm going to be taking you guys along with me."

"Rafe is here with me ‘cause he's paying for the flight," you say as Rafe scoffs in the background. "Tell the truth, Y/N," Rafe demands. "Okay, okay," you say as you give in, "he's not only here's paying for it; he's also here because I need some support." You take a second to breathe and then continue. "Things have been hectic and demanding for me, so I need someone with me to ground me, and the girls can't be here 24/7; they have lives of their own." Your voice cracks, and you pause to clear your throat. Rafe leans forward and collects the camera from you, whom he then gently shuts off and rests on the seat next to you guys.

*Off-camera, real life*

Rafe pulls you into a hug and places his head on your shoulder. "Are you alright?" He gently enquires, and you hug him tightly while shaking your head, "No.". You rise with your lips parted to verbally answer his statement, but instead, you're met with a lump in your throat, teary eyes, and a wobbly chin.

"Hey, hey shush kid, c’mon. Things are going to be okay. I'm here, kid. C’mon, sweetheart." Rafe tries all the comforting words in a bid to calm you down. "Is it the Pogues? ” You shake your head no. "Is it?" he hesitates. "Is it Pope?" You strongly shake your head at this question. "Then what is it, sweetheart? You've got to tell me something so I can help you."

You take a deep, shaky breath and start to speak, "Pope is great. He's perfect—better than perfect. It's me; I'm the one who's changed. I just feel so uncomfortable and ashamed of myself and my life, and I feel so undeserving of everything and everyone around me." "I feel so uninteresting in everything, and my mood has been so bad. I feel so worthless and undeserving of my success, you, my friends, Pope. You pause for a second and then continue in a shy tone, "The baby."

Rafe takes a deep breath, "Have you told Pope how you've been feeling?”

"No, I haven't. I've been ignoring his calls and messages for the past few days.

“Y/N," Rafe calls your name in an admonishing tone. "You need to tell him. Does he even know where we are? Heck, does he even know that you're with me? Don't answer that."

He takes a deep breath and drags his hand down his face. "Okay, I'm getting sidetracked; I should be focused on offering help and comfort. Kid, you're not worthless. You deserve every good thing you've got and more. If anyone is undeserving, it's me."

"You're loved, and I know I don't tell you this even or at all for that matter, but I love you, sweetheart."

"Pope loves you, and that little angel that you gave birth to does as well."

"You've worked so hard for everything you've got; don't you ever again think you're worthless or be ashamed of who you are." His words cause the tears that are pooled in your eyes to trickle down to your cheeks. "Y/N, there's only so much I can tell you, but I think you need professional help; it sounds like you're dealing with postpartum depression."

"And before you deny it, just take the time to talk to the Pope and see someone. You deserve to, you understand?" You shake your head yes.

"It's kind of ironic the guy that needs to be fixed telling me to talk to someone; no, you (you enunciate the "you") need to talk to someone," you laugh. Rafe shakes his head and joins in. "You've got me there, kid."

*Q and A Clips*

“Hey, my babies, I know I`ve been gone for a while so today I`ll be answering some of your most asked questions. I recently did a poll on Instagram where I asked you guys to send in questions to ask me,” you explain to your camera. “Okay, let`s get started. First question: How long have you and Pope been dating?” You pause to think things over and do some mental calculations. “It`s been about six years now; we started dating at 18.”

“Next one: How did you and Pope meet? We met at his dad`s business. I went there to get some fresh shrimp for a get-together my family was throwing. This was before my family threw me out and he was the one that sold me, and then he invited me to hang out with his friends and him because I was new to the area,” you detail.

“Another one: Why are you still with Pope when you could be with Rafe instead? You have enough money to be considered a Kook now,” your irritation visibly increases with each word you read. You take a deep breath to calm yourself before answering. “I`m still with Pope because I love him and you guys don`t know anything about us or our relationship. This is such a distasteful question to ask.”

“Anyways, unto this question: why do you take the Pogues everywhere you go? There was no need to take them to Brazil. It`s like they`re sponging off of your success,” you laugh as you read this comment. “I don`t know why you guys are so upset that I take my friends on trips with me. There would be no “y/nsopretty” without them. Pope was the person who brought my first and only camera. The one that I use to this day, he bought it, and we weren`t even dating at that time. JJ helped film most of my beach and surfing content. Kie did my hair and makeup. Sarah let me use her room as my backdrop because mine was a mess and a space I shared with two others. John B drove me to another state for my first ever interview with my management team,” you passionately state. So if I want to spend a few extra hundred dollars and take them to a country that they`ve always wanted to visit, so be it. My success is our success, and I`m a Pogue for life, bitch.”

“Next question: How is motherhood treating you?” You smile upon reading this question. “Oh my, it`s such a blessing and probably my biggest accomplishment. I love being a mother more than I expected. I won`t lie, the first few months were the hardest. I was in a dark place, and Rafe was the one who talked some sense into me and made me get the help I needed. I was diagnosed with postnatal depression, commonly known as postpartum depression, which was rough but not impossible to navigate.” You continue, “My therapist helped me to realise and acknowledge that dealing with postnatal depression doesn`t mean that I`m failing in any way and that it doesn`t make me less of a person or a mother. She said it`s important that I take time to rest and lean on my loved ones for help.”

“I`ve been regularly visiting my doctor, praying, and exercising. I also had to change my diet and rest. I`ve been accepting help because it does take a village, and I`m so grateful to have mine,” you say. “Pope has been my biggest supporter. He`s been at my every beck and call. He`s taken all of my anger and insults and just turned them into genuine love and concern. He hasn`t judged me or make it seem like I`m the problem in the slightest. He`s an angel. He`s been so smart and mature every aspect of my diagnosis and road to recovery,” you gush. The video progresses as you continue to answer varying questions.  You end the video by listing charities and support groups that can be contacted for advice. Displayed on the screen in Times New Roman size 12 font are the following groups:

Association for Post Natal Illness (APNI) – helpline on 020 7386 0868 (10 am to 2 pm, Monday to Friday) or email info@apni.org

Pre and Postnatal Depression Advice and Support (PANDAS) – helpline on 0808 196 1776 (11 am to 10 pm every day) or email info@pandasfoundation.org.uk

NCT – helpline on 0300 330 0700 (9 am to 5 pm, Monday to Friday)

Mind, the mental health charity – infoline on 0300 123 3393 (9 am to 6 pm, Monday to Friday) or email info@mind.org.uk

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‘The Ties That Bind Us’

Part 3

Summary - Ever since we were little, Rafe and I have been close. Sometime along the way, something happened though. We changed, got closer in a sort- I always wonder what might’ve changed. What ticks along the way made us what we are today? I guess I’ll never know. All I know is the feeling of his pretty hands, tracing the sides of my face. My best friend leaning in, his soft lips meeting my own. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did and to be honest- I wasn’t complaining...

Warnings - Angst- Just angst. Rafe being an asshole.

Word Count - 1.3k

“I- Uhm-” Rafe stumbled over his words. His hand reaching up and scratching the back of his head. His eyes caught mine before he looked back at the lady. “Yes ma’am” He nodded. This moment was too embarrassing to bear. Rafe gulped and nodded, handing the lady his black card to pay for the flowers. She handed it back to him after she swiped it. The walk back out to the truck was excruciatingly silent except for the soft apology he murmured out. His hand found its way to my lower back as we walked out. He guided me to the passenger side and held the flowers for me as I got in. Then handed them to me when I was buckled. He shut the door and walked around to get into the driver's side.

The ride back to my place was just as awkward. When we parked out front, not one of us moved. He sighed and threw his head back into the seat. Then his pretty lips moved.  “Listen- M’Sorry for calling you my girlfriend n’ all that. It was just on the spot and-” - “Rafe it’s fine.” His eyes caught mine when I cut him off. His tongue prodded at his inner cheek once again. “Y’know- Would appreciate it if you could shut that pretty mouth of yours n’ let me speak” his voice was steady and serious. That wasn’t what had my attention though. Him calling my mouth pretty is what had my attention. That was what made my head tilt and one of my eyebrows cock. Then it hit him, what he said. “Shit- Ya’know what I meant.. Didn’t mean that” his cheeks flushed red. He looked out the driver’s side window, avoiding eye contact at all costs. 

“Rafe,” he turned and looked at me. “We’re friends right?” I questioned the blonde boy. “Well- Yeah obviously?” The boy shrugged. He was either oblivious to the question with deeper meanings or avoiding it. I bit my lip silently and looked ahead of me. Staring at the outside of my place. I turned my head back towards Rafe, only to be met with large hands holding my face. His lips were mere inches from my own. My breathing hitched. His harsh blue eyes stared at my face. Like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to look, he went back and forth from my eyes and my lips. “Rafe-” - “Just shut up.” he whispered. I could feel his minty breath hit my face. He gulped. He was just as nervous as me. My cheeks were warm, I know it’s bad but I kind of wanted him to close the space.. He leaned in slightly, his lips were so close to meeting my own. 

Then he dropped his hands and pulled away. His face was flushed and he looked almost embarrassed. “We should get your stuff inside.” My jaw was slacked open… There was no way… this boy was just going to act like that didn’t happen? My brows furrowed as my mouth closed. “Ra-” - “I’ll grab your clothes” he cut me off again. He opened his truck door and got out, quickly shutting it behind him. Then the back driver's side door opened and he grabbed the bags. He looked at me “What’re you still doing in the truck… c’mon” he urged before he closed the door and walked off to my front porch. I sat there astonished, AMAZED, and I scoffed. My eyes rolled as I opened the passenger side door before sliding out of the truck and slamming the door shut, pissed. I walked up to the porch beside him.

I unlocked the door and walked in. Not giving him room to speak as I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a vase. Immediately getting it ready for the flowers. Then Rafe stormed in and threw the bags down. “What was that shit?” he barked, clearly pissed, which served him right after the shit he pulled in the truck. “You tell me Rafe!- Because what the fuck was that stunt you pulled in the truck? Seriously?! You- You fucking leaned in like you were gonna kiss me and then-” My words were cut off by him grabbing my face and pulling me in. His lips smushed against my own. Despite the aggression in the atmosphere- the kiss was soft and loving. Then he softly pulled back, with what looked like fear all over his face. “That’s.. That’s what I meant by pretty lips.” he murmured against my face. His lips brushing mine as he spoke. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you..” he whispered like it was a secret.

The next few days were awkward. We both spilled lots of feelings that night. I don’t think either of us were ready to fully talk about it. What I wasn’t ready for though- was to see him high out of his mind at one of Topper’s parties. His eyes were red and his pupils dilated. I almost, ALMOST, felt bad for him. I just didn’t know how to feel after what had happened at my place. He had been dry and talking to me less and less since. Maybe it was a mistake? It shouldn’t have happened. Maybe we had both ruined the best thing we ever had. Each other. 

Topper saw me and called me over next to the trio with a grin. There sat him, Rafe, and Kelce. They were all VERY obviously high. Rafe stared at me with an awkward silence. Kelce was still ranting about whatever golf club he bought and ‘wasted money on.’ Topper was a slurred drunk and Rafe was silent. Topper very quickly picked up on how we weren’t sat beside each other giggling like we usually were. He frowned in an instant. “What’s happening..” The boy looked back and forth between me and Rafe. “Nothin.” Rafe was short and quick to the point with his answer which only made me frown slightly. He didn’t have to be a dick just because he kissed me and regretted it. I nodded along with what he said anyway. Topper inspected the two of us- “Are you sure? Because-” - “For the millionth fuckin’ time- Nothing happened, Top.” Rafe snapped and rolled his eyes. He sighed in frustration and ran his hands over his face, pushing his hair back. 

Rafe without a word, got up and walked off to god knows where. Topper looked at me like I had just cancelled his country club membership. “Nah- Go figure that out- Right now.” The man pointed in the direction Rafe stormed off in. His beer sloshed in the bottle as he jerked his hand around. Staring me down until I finally sighed and walked off that way. I looked all around the bottom floor, not finding the blonde haired man.

The music blared all around in the house, which didn’t help this impossible mission. I bumped into Sarah and some of her pogue friends- but they weren’t who I was looking for. So I finally headed upstairs after 20 minutes of searching downstairs. Going through room after room. Slamming door after door shut that was just people making out or fucking inside. 

I made my way to the end of the hallway and went to turn the knob. The door wouldn’t budge. “Rafe?” I questioned. I heard a grunt and a loud thump. Shit. He was in there. I heard a click and opened the door. My anxiety was through the roof as I peered in the bathroom. I saw blonde hair against the wall, only to be met with JJ’s face and a grin. Fuck. 

Without a word I immediately stepped out and slammed the door shut. Where was the Cameron boy I was so desperately searching for? I quickly made way downstairs and opened up my phone. Doing what I should’ve done in the first place. Check his location. 

Of course. 

It was turned off.

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