#this is so junie and rafe

[cfthesoul]

@soughtserenity

outer banks | s03e09

[erwinsvow]

omg omg hi lovie!! I really loved your fic about secret bf rafe! I was wondering if you have a continuing part? If not Im literally on my hands and knees BEGGING for one!

oh my goodness this is so so so sweet!! you are SOOO nice thank you so much. i loved that lil fic so much :') i imagine they have lots of other encounters before that and also where they're almost caught.. & i think it's super goofy after everyone finds out. in my head one of the boys (i feel like jayj but maybe pope) also have a lil crush on her so it might be fun writing some stuff with rafe getting jealous/the boys getting jealous... what do you think!!!!!

yes of course of course of course. please let me know what else you'd like to see... for now i present how i imagine they met :) eee!

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The first time Rafe sees you, he's guiding Wheezie through the aisles of the library children's section.

"You know, Leah's mom lets her read Twilight. She said it's so good, she was up all night reading it."

"Yeah, well, Leah's mom also drinks too much wine at the club and probably forgot what that garbage is about. Find something here." Rafe glances through the books on the shelf, settling on a bright pink cover. "How's this? Strawberry Shortcake and the Sleepover?"

Wheezie makes a face at him.

"That's for, like, five year olds."

"Look, the pages are scented," he replies, ignoring her and flicking through the sheets to inhale the smell. He holds it over Wheezie's head, trying to entice her into picking it so they can get the hell out of here.

"No, Rafe, that's for little kids!"

"You're a little kid, incase you forgot."

"I'm not five anymore. I need to read what the big kids read. I bet they have Twilight here-"

"No way, Wheeze-" He's interrupted by the girl stocking the books on the shelves down the aisle.

"Excuse me?" you ask. It's quiet, like you don't want to impose.

At first, he's a little annoyed. You are imposing, because you're speaking over him trying to make sure Wheezie's childhood isn't getting destroyed by whatever the hell could be in those vampire books. But then he turns to answer you, and his snarky response dies in his throat. 

Rafe’s seen you before. He’s seen you on the beach and at the bonfire, nose in a book, sipping on a drink and keeping one eye on those dirty Pogues you call your friends. He’s never taken the time to notice you, though, not in passing. 

Rafe thinks he would remember if he’d noticed you then. You stand before him, a book in your hand, pretty eyes shining and a gentle smile gracing your face. You look nervous, like you don’t want to bother them. He thinks it’s sweet.

Wheezie looks up at him, mouth a little open, not replying. She pushes an elbow into the side of his leg.

“Are you gonna say anything?” He shoots a glare down at her.

“Yes?” he asks, and you approach them slowly. You’re wearing a lanyard around your neck, dangling over your short white dress and sweater, with a card hanging off the end that can only mean you work here.

“I just overheard and I was going to recommend some books for your age group, if you’d like?” you ask, looking down at Wheezie. Then you look up, glancing at him for approval.

“That would be great,” he replies, a little too quickly. You smile widely at Wheezie, guiding her to where you were organizing chapter books. 

About fifteen minutes later, Wheezie’s checking out at the counter with two Amelia Bedelia novels and another book about some girls who bake cupcakes. She’s using her very own library card, so Rafe stands back at the shelves, watching you sort the rest of the books on your cart while he leans against the frame.

“So, how long have you worked here, kid?” 

“Really?” you ask, glancing up from the Junie B. Jones book you were about to organize. “Are you really gonna try a pick-up line on me?”

“What’s so wrong with that?”

“I know who you are, Rafe. Are you really gonna hit on a dirty Pogue?” He blinks in surprise for a second. Maybe he underestimated you.

“So your little friends talk about me, huh? What exactly are they saying?”

“Contrary to what you might believe, Rafe, we don’t just sit around all day talking about you Kooks.” You turn to shelve the book, hiding a smile as you do. 

“Yeah, sure. Well you seem to know a lot about children’s books, that’s why I’m asking. I’m gonna be around here a lot.” You turn to stare at him for a second. “For Wheeze. She loves to read.”

“Yeah, sure.”

He notices Wheezie’s figure walking back towards him, three books tucked under her arm.

“Well, thanks for getting her away from that Twilight crap. Same time, next week?”

“Yeah, it’s a date,” you say, picking up another book. You only realize what you said a few seconds too late. “Wait, not-”

“Yeah, kid.” Rafe smiles at you, and you find it hard to look away. “It’s a date. See you then.”

He walks away with his sister, leaving you to wonder what you just got yourself into.

[cameronspecial]

Assisting In Deception (Part 10)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Sexual Jokes

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.1K 

Summary: Can Rafe do whatever he can to get his happily ever after with Y/N?

A/N: This is the final part and I hope you enjoy it! I am going to miss writing for these two because I love their dynamic.

Masterlist

The news had gotten out, not only about Y/N and Rafe’s break up but also about their relationship being only for the media and wedding. A lower-level lawyer at Cameron Development had found their contract and after the breakup was made public by someone at the company, she thought it was a good time for a payday. In true media fashion, Y/N was crucified for being a whore and materialistic, while Rafe was praised for being such a great boyfriend to her even when the relationship was fake. The double standard bothers Rafe way more than it did Y/N. She has finally learned not to take anything to heart. Rafe on the other hand knows how much those labels sunk into her skin, especially since he called her those exact same things. He has done every single possible interview he could to clear her name, but no outlet would really listen to his words. 

Not to mention, his father’s anger just adds to his feeling of guilt. Ward screamed about how Rafe could treat her that way and he should’ve made the relationship real as soon as he knew he was falling for her. Ward wasn’t upset at the lie; instead, his feelings were more focused on the fact that his son had let love go.

Rafe is going to get her back though and this is the only thing he has ever been a hundred percent sure about in his entire life. The long days without the refreshing smell of strawberry shampoo and the long nights without the soft whispers from her sleeping lips are driving him insane. Every morning and night he reaches out to pull her into his warmth, always being left empty-handed. 

He thinks of a thousand ways to make it up to her, but he doesn’t know what to do. He decides to go to the one person who he knows could help him with her. “Juni, please talk to me. I need your help,” he begs, wedging his foot between the door and its frame to stop it from shutting in his face. The shorter girl shakes her head, “She is very angry at you. I don’t know what I can do for you. We both know she doesn’t mess around and that’s exactly what you did, Big C” His eyes flicker to the carpeted floors of the hallway, dragging his left foot back and forth across it. “You don’t need to think about anything. I just need you to send her food every week. I’ll give you my card number so you can charge it to me because I know she won’t take it if I put my name on it,” he states. His hand reaches into his pocket to pull out his card. Her head tilts and her eyebrows frow together to become one.

“If this is about getting her back, then what’s the point of sending her the food without your name?” 

“It’s not about her forgiving me or taking me back. I just want to make sure that she can still eat out. I know she’ll get frugal about her money while she is figuring out a new budget with her new income and she won’t factor in getting take-out into her budget until everything else is taken care of. Her accountant degree will definitely kick in.” 

“That’s really sweet. And I know what you mean, she’s already started cutting her own expenses on groceries. I’ve never seen her go more than a day without having coffee from the shop downstairs. It’s weird.” 

“Exactly, so do it for me, please. I just want her to be happy and cared for.”

“Fine, you are lucky that I was rooting for you guys.” 

“Thank you! Thank you so much! Let me know if you guys need anything else, okay? Nothing is too big.” 

“I know Y/N needs a trip to Cabo, but under my name.” 

He gives her a playful smile with the tilt of his head. She shrugs, “I tried. Let me know if you need any help with your plan.” Rafe nods at her offer. “I will. Thank you again,” he says, walking away from the apartment after their goodbyes. 

——

Y/N sits at her desk looking at the number on her screen. They start to merge together and she wants to bang her head against the wall. She got a job as an accountant’s assistant and she is not exactly thrilled with it, but it made the most sense because of her degree. She needed a job and she didn’t have the time to try to figure out what is the right career for her. Her boss has gone to lunch but needed her to stay behind to finish up this budget. 

The noise from the door draws her focus to Lydia, the secretary for the office. Nutmeg and parsley fill the room with its aroma. Her mouth salivates as it smells exactly like her favourite creamy mushroom gnocchi. The brown bag with a familiar logo sits in Lydia’s hand. “A delivery guy brought this over. Said it was from Juni,” she explains, placing it on her desk before exiting. Y/N grins at the bag and her hands draw together near her chest. Her shoulders sway from side to side in a little dance. She opens the bag, letting the food overwhelm her senses. With her phone in hand, she takes a selfie of herself hovering over the food and sends it to Juni with a thank you. The food hits her taste buds and she wants to melt as the creamy goodness settles in. 

——

“Sir, all of your meetings, appointments and business dinners are on your calendar. I took the liberty of decolour-coding the calendar and rearranged it in a manner that each happens in the same time frame every day. It makes more sense like that. All your meetings are arranged in the afternoon. Appointments in the mornings. And obviously the business dinners in the evening,” Ricardo debriefs, showing Rafe with his tablet what he meant. Rafe isn’t too pleased that Ricardo changed Y/N’s system, but he knows it’s because he is holding on to any piece of her he can. It isn’t Ricardo’s fault that she left. Rafe acknowledges he heard his assistant, “Okay, sounds good. Thank you. You may go back to your desk now.” 

Ricardo does as he is told and heads to his desk. The ding from Rafe’s phone immediately attracts his attention. He scrambles to pull it out of his pocket and opens the text from Juni. The screenshot she sent makes the clock stop spinning for just a second. The smile on Y/N’s face is enchanting and he wishes he saw the little dance he knew she did after taking the food out. He sends a thank you back and practically begs her to send him the actual photo so that he can save it to his camera roll. Once she does, he lets out a sigh of happiness. This is who he is trying to fight to get back. 

——

How do you make up for pushing your not-real girlfriend, but the girl you are totally in love with, away is not a Google search that has a lot of results. Something big and grand would scare her away. Something small and intimate doesn’t feel like enough. And there really isn’t a middle ground when it comes to gestures. He always defaults to food, so he wants to do something different from his norm. The sounds of his socked feet dragging against the hardwood floor bounce off of the walls as he paces the room. His head darts to the space over his bed and he stops. He takes in the painting he bought from Nancy. Each stroke comes together to show the emotions he felt at that moment and he knows the perfect way to prove to Y/N what he feels for her. 

——

When she opens the door, Nancy isn’t expecting to see her sister’s fake ex-boyfriend standing behind it. “What do you want?” she growls, crossing her arms. It is clear that her crush on him is gone with the way he upset Y/N. He looks at her with pleading eyes, “Hey Little Artist, I need your help. Please.” Her cheeks start to redden, but he can tell that it isn’t because of embarrassment or her small crush. 

“Why should I help you? You called my sister a gold digger. Do you know how much she is hurting right now? If anything I should be trying to figure out how to hide your body.”

“I know. I’m sorry that I hurt her and I want to tell her this too. I just need your help with how I execute this apology.”

“Well, I don’t want to.”

“Little Artist, please. I love your sister so much and I can’t handle knowing that I’ve made her feel bad about herself. I just want to apologize and show her her worth again. If she tells me to get lost after I do, then I promise she will never hear or see me again. I just want her to be happy.”

Nancy looks him in the eyes and her anger lessens at what she sees. Rafe is practically in tears at the thought of what he has done. His words have really hit home for her. “Fine, I’ll help you. But you are buying me food.” 

“Wow, you really do take after your sister.” 

——

Nancy watches over his shoulder as he sketches onto the canvas. The look she makes at the outline causes him to turn towards him. “What did I do wrong?” he asks, immediately erasing the mark he just made. Her hand stops his movement, “No, it’s not that. It’s just that this is great and all, but you aren’t capturing anything deep. I don’t feel the emotion you are trying to convey right now. Just make sure when you are painting to try to bring what you are trying to say to life. But don’t worry about it for now.” He takes in her advice and keeps doing what he is told. 

The next day he starts painting. He is a lot more nervous about making the first mark than he thought he would be. “Would you stop being a big baby and just start?” Nancy complains, trying to push the paintbrush in his hand onto the canvas. His strength halts her attempt, “No, I can’t. I have to make this perfect, Little Artist. I need to show your sister how sorry I am.” “Trying to make it perfect isn’t going to work. The raw emotion you put into it is what is going to make it perfect. So turn your brain off and start,” she commands. She goes over to her own canvas to do some work. He takes a deep breath and takes a leap of fate in himself by completing the first stroke. 

——

For weeks, Juni has been sending Y/N food every single day at the office. Y/N has tried to tell her that leftovers are okay to eat for lunch, but she doesn’t appear to listen. Y/N questioned how Juni could’ve gotten the money and was met with the promise that her work has added a lunch plan for two in her contract. This doesn’t sound any bit true to Y/N, but she goes along with the lie. The headphones over her ears make her oblivious to the world around her. She opens the door to the dark apartment, grooving to the music. The routine she moves through when she gets home goes smoothly until she gets to her bedroom. 

The thin large square package leaning against her bed is not a part of that routine. She approaches the gift, looking for any indication of who sent it or how it got into her room. Her first thought is to ask Juni if she knows anything and is met with the answer to her question. You got a package this morning when you left. I brought it into your room, Sweetie. This eases her worry that someone has broken into her room. She puts her purse away and starts tearing into the wrapping paper. The painting she finds brings tears to her eyes. Years of living with Nancy means Y/N knows a little bit about painting, so she knows the technique is nowhere near perfect. Yet, the meaning it is trying to convey is clear to the woman. She can feel the emotion he felt while he painted it. There could only be one person who made this for her. 

The subject of the painting: her, specifically from a picture of her when they went to Greece. They had found a little cafe near the beach and she was completely in love with the saragli and baklava he bought her. She was too occupied enjoying the nutty and sticky pastry to notice him taking her picture. The painting isn’t a good likeness to her. Her nose is a little too close to her lips and her eyes are wider apart than in actuality, but the lighting tells her everything she needs to know. She remembers the picture vividly and knows that it isn’t accurate to the day. Instead, the light paints her in a golden light that makes her look ethereal. The love he feels for her comes across with every golden stroke on the canvas. Her anger starts to vanish. 

She doesn’t know how she knows, but she heads to the front door. Y/N opens the door to find Rafe waiting with bubble tea in his hand. “The painting was amazing. It doesn’t make up for what you said though,” she comments, moving out of the way for him to come in. He does and sets the drinks on the kitchen island, “I know. I was hoping the bubble tea would make up for the rest of it.” 

“You and I both know that’s not what I am waiting for, Boss.”

“I know… I’m sorry, Butterfly. I have never thought that you were a gold digger. I was hurting because I didn’t like seeing you with another guy.”

“Just because you are hurting, it doesn’t mean you get to hurt me.” 

“That’s true. And I want to prove to you that I don’t truly think those things. But I’m going to have to be around you for that to happen. So if you feel the same way about me as I think you do, then please let me back into your life. I missed your excited squeals about food or watching you play with Dax. He misses you too you know.” 

“I miss him too. I just don’t know if I’m ready to forgive you.” 

He steps toward her, reaching for her hand. His fingertips graze hers before she lets his large hand envelop hers. His lips brush the shell of her ear, “I am prepared to wait for eternity to get you back.” Her eyebrows form a caterpillar as she gives him a trying look. “What if it takes an eternity and one day?” she pushes. His other arm pulls her flush against his chest by the waist, “I’d beg on my knees an eternity and a hundred days if you want.” “On your knees, huh? How about on your knees between my thighs?” Y/N whispers, lips ghosting his. She can basically feel his lips on hers. “I thought I was apologizing to you? But I’ll be on my knees between wherever you want. So, are we going to give me another chance?” 

“I think I have to think about it.” 

He chuckles at her playful tone, “Well, I hope you don’t mind me doing this.” She takes the lead and brings his lips to hers. Their lips move in tandem like a well-oiled machine. Her hands twist in his hair and he plays with the bottom of hers. This is where they are meant to be. She is who he is meant to be with. 

——

A year. A year of bliss as her official boyfriend. Although Rafe likes to count the time they spent faking dating as the start of their relationship, he knows Y/N likes the beginning of their relationship to be the day she found his painting in her room. She believes it’s more romantic that way. Now, she’s spent the last six months living in his apartment with him. He gets to wake up every day with her and go to sleep beside her every night. 

After they got together, Y/N didn’t go back to work for him and he completely understood why. She wanted to find someplace for herself in the world, which she did. Her love of food turned into an Instagram account reviewing different places around the city. It’s grown quite the following, but nothing so great that she would quit her job as an assistant accountant. Rafe insisted that he would take care of her while she pursued this passion, but ever the planner she is, she said that she wants a steady income to make some savings for herself first. Plus, accounting is a little more bearable when she can devour delicious food for money after work. 

Y/N is away at a work conference for the week and the empty house makes Rafe feel a little lonely. Dax keeps him company, but waking up the first day she is away is normally the hardest for him. Over the last six months of living together, they have grown into a well-synced routine with each other that is currently broken. Rafe would normally wake up earlier than needed so they could get ready for work together and he could drive her to her office before he gets to work himself. He tried offering to buy her a car, but she is very keen on saving up for one herself and he is not about to take away her independence. He sadly walks to the bathroom, getting ready to brush his teeth by himself. His hand reaches for the toothbrush and is met with the sound of paper rustling against his finger. He looks down to see a Post-it note on his toothbrush: I’m sorry I had to go away for work, but I love you, always, Boss. He smiles at the little note and feels his mood start to lift immediately. 

The next note he finds is in his car. The sun was in his eyes while he was getting ready to pull out of the parking spot, so he put down the sun visor, only for a small paper square to float down onto his lap. Did you know that 90% of drivers sing behind the wheel? So sing your heart out to Call Me Maybe, Boss. He loves it when she gives him random facts. He opens his phone case so he can keep it safe to put it with all the others. He’s kept every single Post-it note she has ever written for him, even the ones she wrote when she started as his assistant. 

By the third note, he guesses that the rest of the time that Y/N is away he is just going to be finding them everywhere. Ricardo walks in like he normally does every morning to give him a detailed rundown of his day. “The last thing of note is that Ms. Y/L/N has ordered me to give you this today,” Ricardo finishes, handing Rafe a blue piece of paper. He waits for Ricardo to leave before reading it. What do you call a butterfly that can fly faster than any other butterfly? A betterfly. He laughs at the horrible joke and texts her the laughing emoji. He knows she’ll know why without any context. He waits for a response and receives the kissy face emoji. 

He gets home from work and is getting ready to feed Dax when he finds the next one. He doesn’t know how he didn’t notice the note sticking to the jar when he fed Dax this morning but he shrugs it off. Confusion crosses his face when he reads it though. Hi Daddy, Mommy wanted to let you know that I’m not going to be an only child soon. Love, Dax. Why in the world would Dax not be an only child soon? Is this her way of telling him she is adopting another dog? Dax whines for the food and snaps him out of his thoughts. He’ll just have to call her later to ask. 

The phone call he plans to make gets quickly forgotten and he is watching TV at the moment. However, Dax’s scratching at one of the guest bedroom doors removes Rafe from the couch. He goes upstairs to see what is going on, opening the door to see what Dax wants. The dog immediately enters the room and hops on the bed to his favourite chew toy that has somehow got in there. He heads over to take the toy into the living room so he can keep an eye on Dax. He stops at the contrast of the bright pink sticky notes against the light gray sheets. “Huh, why would mommy leave a note here? We never go in here,” he asks the occupied dog. Rafe takes a second and remembers the last time this room was used. It was the first-night Y/N had ever stayed over at his house. His hand hesitantly picks up the note and this time he isn’t met with words but a drawing.

The drawing is of a woman without a clear view of her face because her hair is blocking it. She is looking down at her round belly with her hands placed lovingly on it. Rafe’s first thought is that there is no way Y/N drew this because she can barely draw stick figures this well. Then the dots start to connect. The note before this one. The complaints that her favourite foods are repulsing her. The crying at every animal commercial. The little belly weight she gained that he just chalked up to being because he read in one article that the extra weight gained at the beginning of a new relationship means they are happy and he isn’t displeased by that fact. His happiness quickly turns to upset that she isn’t here to celebrate the news with her.

His hands clumsily fish for his phone in his pocket and he goes to dial her number. When the ringing comes from behind, he freezes all movement. He slowly turns around to see her standing with a massive grin on her face. His phone drops to the floor and he doesn’t care that a massive crack noise sounds throughout the room. He runs to her, taking her into his arms. He lifts her up from the ground and spins her in excitement. Her giggles send pure joy through him. “We are having a baby!” he exclaims, finally letting her two feet find the ground again. She takes his chin into her hand so she can look into his eyes, “We are.” 

“I can’t believe it. We have so much to do. I have to go to the store so we can repaint this room. Actually, we should hire someone to paint a mural. And we have to pick out the crib, a new dresser, a diaper gen-”

“Woah, woah, woah, Boss. Slow down a little. The baby isn’t coming for another nine months. And I thought I was supposed to be the planner.”

“You are right. I’m just really excited. I literally just found out about them and they are just the size of like a pea, but I already love them as much as I love their mommy. I can’t help it.” 

“I love you too and I can’t wait to meet them too.” 

The couple takes a moment to just look at each other in their eyes, conveying all their emotions and thoughts. The baby was not planned, but it is clear to both of them that the baby is still very much wanted. They smile at this communication and kiss each other for the first time since she got home. For once in her life, Y/N Y/L/N took a chance on love and look where she is now. She never looked back on that decision to let go of her fear of commitment because it led her to not only her first love of her life but to her second one as well. 

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[soughtserenity-a]

@cfthesoul

“You always had so many friends. I was like... I don't know. I really wanted that. You know, Mike, Mikey had that.”

THE BEAR | 2.05 Pop

[cfthesoul]

you know what kills me; how in love jj and junie really are just for them to breakup so he can see what him and kie could have. it’s like damn it’s so clear how much yall love each other.

granted in that verse she does fall in love with rafe and jj with kie and they have their forevers. but when @soughtserenity and j write pre breakup + pre reunited things it’s a stab to the heart

[outermaybanks]

Out of the Woods - ch 3

a/n: I don't really have anything to say ♡ hope y'all have a good day stay swag

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We bought the keg, and our supplies, and the boys carried it from the van to the Boneyard, and soon we had a party going. I needed to refill my cup shortly after other people started showing up, John B and JJ standing at the keg waiting for the tourons to show up. It didn’t take long for news of a party to spread from one side of the island, to the other.

“Did you see the brunette girl?” I heard John B ask JJ. “Yeah. She was a’ight,” JJ replied. “Oh, right, forgot you only like blondes,” John B said, his voice getting quieter as I approached. JJ smacked his arm. “Need a refill, Jeeb,” I said, handing John B my cup. “What about you, Junie? You gonna find some fresh meat?” John B asked, tilting my cup to avoid foam.

“Yeah right, she wouldn’t waste her time on wannabes, right, bug?” JJ asked, throwing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me against him.

“We’ll see what the tide brings, Jeeb.” I answered his original question, getting a smirk from John B as he handed me back my cup. “Are you serious?” JJ called after me as I walked away. 

By the time I needed my next refill, JJ had found a touron to his liking, so John B was left to man the keg alone. “One free beer please,” I said, handing my cup to John B. “You having fun, Junie?”  “Oh yeah, that guy over there asked me if me and Kie could come as a package deal,” I admitted. “Yikes. It’s too bad you’re ignoring JJ. He’d take care of that guy for you,” John B said, a little too obvious. “JJ looks a little preoccupied.” “Yeah, maybe, but I’d be willing to bet he’d drop any girl to be your knight in shining armor.” “Did Kie get to you too or have you just been reading too many romance novels?” “I’m just saying, y’know, sometimes it pays off to be honest,” John B said before handing me my cup. I gave him a fake cheery smile before turning to a glare, then walking away. I loved my friends, really, but whenever they pushed me on the whole crush thing, it pissed me off more than anything. Well, almost anything.

The sun had set, but we had built a fire that I was sitting by. Kiara had find a decent touron to talk to, and one had found me to talk at, but I wasn’t drunk enough to hear some guy from Chicago talk to me about sports. I got up, interrupting this guy's monologue, and walked back over to the keg, but it was tapped.

“Hey, Looney Junie, I got a drink for you!” I turned to see Rafe Cameron, a Kook who had peaked in high school, holding up his cup. I rolled my eyes and went to take my seat by the bonfire, but before I could make it, Rafe and Kelce were around me.

“What’s wrong, Pogue? Your little boyfriends spend all their life savings on that keg?” Kelce teased, putting his arm around me. I tried to push him off, but Rafe grabbed my arm. “Let go!” I shouted. “Hey what happens if one of them knock you up? They all gonna play daddy or would they leave you like your daddy did?” Rafe’s asked through gritted teeth as he tried to pull me closer.

“Get off of me!” I tried to squirm loose.

“Hey, what’s going on over here?” Another kook, Topper, asked. “Yeah, Rafe, what’s going on?” Sarah Cameron, Rafe’s younger sister, questioned. “It’s not my fault the Pogue can’t keep her hands to herself.” Rafe said, letting go of my arm. “Fuck you!” I said, moving to push past again, but Topper got in my way, and I spilled his drink down his shirt.

I couldn’t even react because the next thing I saw was JJ and John B in front of me. JJ had shoved Topper back, and now John B was trying to hold JJ back.

“Dirty fucking Pogues!” Topper called, and John B had lost the desire to restrain JJ, and pushed Topper back himself.

“We’re supposed to be incognito.” Pope reminded us.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” JJ asked, looking at my wrist, but before I could answer him, I saw Topper walking up to John B. “Jeeb, look out!” I called, but it was too late. Topper’s fist sent John B into the water and a fight ensued. JJ’s attention was stolen by the fight as he began cheering John B on, and he was winning, until Topper flipped him and held him under the water.

“Stop!” I screamed. “He’s fucking killing him!” 

JJ moved from beside me and walked over to Topper, pulling the gun out to hold against his head.

“JJ! Stop!” I shouted “JJ, put the gun down!” Sarah screamed. “Kie, can you check your psycho friend, please?” “Everyone listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!” JJ shouted before firing twice into the air. Pope shoved him to scold him, but JJ said he saved John B. I turned to look at him, and he fell back into the water. 

“Guys-” I shouted before running over to pick him up. He was passed out cold. “Shouldn’t we take him to a hospital?” Kie asked. “No, he just needs to sleep it off.” JJ said, carrying John B with Pope’s help to the van. 

JJ and Pope carried John B inside, then we all needed to disburse. JJ walked with me because our houses were in the same direction, but mine was further. 

“So… find any fresh meat?” JJ asked, pulling a blunt out of his back pocket. I didn’t want to answer, but only so I wouldn’t have to admit he was right. Tourons just didn’t do it for me. “Are you seriously still ignoring me, Junie?”

“Why did you do that, JJ? You really think word won’t travel that JJ Maybank has a gun?”

“Aren’t you tired of them thinking we’re their punching bags?” JJ asked, stepping in front of me, making me stop in my tracks. I just stared at him for a moment, our eyes locked until the gaze was too much for me to hold, and I looked down, unsure of what to say. JJ might be the only person on the island who could still bring out the quiet version of me. 

JJ sighed. “Let me see your arm.” I held my wrist out for him, and he inspected it. “It’s still red. Might bruise. Want me to kill him?” “No,” I replied with a chuckle.  “I’d rather a hundred kooks grab my arm than you go to jail.” “That’s touching, really.” JJ said, before continuing his walk. "Sleepover?”

I don't know why he even bothered asking at this point. “Sure, JJ.” I said softly. 

The Pogues were close, so it wasn’t weird for JJ to sleep in my bed, well, it wouldn’t have felt weird if it was John B or Pope. Sometimes I felt like I couldn’t breathe when it's JJ.

JJ was used to the rules of sneaking into the trailer, well, sneaking isn’t the right word. More like, how to get to my room without waking anyone up; if my mom woke to discover me coming home this late, her anger would lie in being woken up, not me staying out. 

JJ reached my bedroom before I did, so he turned the light on, and I closed the door.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, still facing the door. “What?” “I’m sorry that I started that fight. I should have just ignored them, then you’d still be talking to the pretty girl, and John B wouldn’t have gotten hurt…” “It wasn’t your fault, bug. Rafe started it by messing with you.” “Yeah, but I should know better than to let him bother me…” I said softly, finally turning and walking over to my dresser.  “What was he saying to you anyway?” “Nothing,” I answered shortly, grabbing an oversized shirt and some boxer briefs.  “C’mon Junie, if it was nothing it wouldn’t have bothered you. What’d he say?”

I sighed, pulling my shirt over my head before replacing it with the sleep shirt. I took off my bra underneath the sleep shirt, already feeling vulnerable enough just talking about this.

“Just the usual. Looney Junie. Asked if one of the Pogues got me pregnant if you’d all be the dad or if I’d get left high and dry like my mom,” I answered. It was easier for me to talk with my back turned to him, but now I had to face him. I turned, leaning against the dresser, taking in the sight of JJ shirtless on my bed. “Same old, same old.”

“You know that’d never happen right? None of us would let that happen,” JJ said.

I chuckled dryly, pushing myself off my dresser and sitting on my bed. “Yeah, well, that might be worse. The whole island already thinks I’m this group’s personal slut. Last thing I would need is for all of you to help me raise a baby.” I tried to sound like the comments didn’t actually bother me, but those rumors have been around since middle school, and the Pogues were already well aware of the effect it had on me. “It doesn’t matter, I’m fine, Rafe’s an idiot Kook, so, what he says doesn’t matter.”

“Junie-”

“JJ, really, it doesn’t matter.” I interrupted him before moving to turn off the light then lay down on the bed. “I said I’m fine.”

JJ sighed and moved to lay down beside me. I could hear his breathing slow while I stared up at the dark ceiling. 

“She wasn’t that pretty anyway,” JJ mumbled. “What?” I whispered. “The girl, from the boneyard. She wasn’t that pretty, I’m not missing out on much.” “That’s mean, JJ.” “I just mean… I’d rather be here, so you don’t have to be sorry.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together before turning over, facing the door. I know JJ was just trying to make me feel better, but I thought back to John B’s words, how JJ was always willing to be my knight in shining armor, and suddenly I felt even worse. I didn’t want to be a burden to him. I’d have to be better.

My mom had me when she was freshly 18, which meant she didn’t have a lot of time to grow up, and never really learned what was and wasn’t appropriate. So when both me and JJ came out of my room for breakfast, she was happy to see JJ, rather than suspicious of what her teenage daughter had gotten up to, or why there was a boy in her bed.

I walked around the table to kiss Cody’s head. “We’re going to John B.’s” I spoke up, ruffling Cody’s hair. “Sup Cody?” JJ said, holding his fist out for Cody. Cody liked JJ, always had. “Okay. Be safe. JJ, make sure my daughter stays out of trouble.” My mom said. “Oh, yes ma’am, I’ll make sure of it.” JJ said and I rolled my eyes, grabbing his arm, pulling him towards the door.

When we got to Chateau, John B had a black eye, and looked antsy. Kie and Pope were already there, sitting under the canopy of the surf shack. Kie mindlessly playing the bongos while John B paced back and forth.

“There you two are. Nice of you to finally show up,” Pope said, looking up at us from his spot beside Kie. John B didn’t stop pacing. “Hey, be nice, my girl needed her beauty sleep,” JJ said, making me scoff. “Is that why I woke you up? You needed more beauty sleep?” I asked, gently pushing JJ to tease him, but he just shook his head.  “Look, I’m callin’ it off, alright? Peterkin said, if I stay out of the marsh, she’ll help me with DCS,” John B announced. “And you believed her?” JJ questioned. “Yes, I believe her, JJ.” “An actual cop, John B. You believed a cop?” “All I gotta do is stay out of the marsh for a couple days, and she’ll help me out. It doesn’t help that your ass was the one shooting a gun!” “Hey!” I scolded, sensing a fight about to start.

“You know what I should have done? I should’ve just let Topper drown your ass," JJ spat “Yeah, because Topper was gonna drown me.” “Sure looked like it. Have you looked in a mirror?” “Funny. Tell me some more bro, come on,” John B egged on. “Both of you stop it,” I spoke up. “They always win, don’t they, man? Kooks versus Pogues. They always, always win! Goddamn!” JJ said, punching the buoy that was hanging from the ceiling. “Okay!” Kie exclaimed. 

“No, it’s not okay! It is not. They don’t want us to go down into the marsh, that means there’s something valuable down there, and you know it, man, I know you do. And I understand why you don’t wanna go-” JJ pointed to Pope. “You’re the golden boy. You got way too much to risk, and you-” JJ pointed to Kie. “I mean, you’re already rich as fuck anyway. Why would you bother? But… you, me, and Junie, man…. We got nothing to lose! We really don’t, alright?”

“JJ-” I said softly, already knowing where this was going. JJ just turned to look at John B, “And I know it didn’t use to be that way for you.” “I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t want to talk about it-” John B mumbled softly as he got up. “So that’s it?” JJ questioned, and John B pushed him out of his way. “Just get out of my way, bro.” “John B, listen to me, I have a plan,” JJ said, following after John B. “You got the key to Cameron’s big boat, right?” “No.” “There’s scuba gear. We just borrow that, and then we go down to the wreck this afternoon, and that is what is gonna save you, man. You don’t see rich kids going into foster care, do you?”

That was all John B needed to hear. He gave us a look before sighing, and going towards the dock in the yard, where the HMS Pogue was tied up. 

“Guess the plan’s back on,” I said and JJ smiled excitedly, giggling like a kid in a candy shop. I rolled my eyes and walked over to sit on the other side of Kie.

©outermaybanks 2024

[lcstinfantasy]

okay it's 10:30 so i'm gonna head mobile cause your girl is sleepy. BUT

like this for memes? probably be from sage, rafe, junie, dillon, sarah, or john b

[feathersontheclyde]

may i request a little headcanon of young rafe and junie? hehe

Absolutely !! Young rafe and young junior were like polar opposites. Little baby was such a shy stand offish boy that not everyone liked. He also had a stutter. Just a little one so he didn't talk a lot but he talked to Junie and he would go on and on and on and on with real stuff and fake and she's eat it up and play along with him

Another thing they did was June, the wildling she was got into trouble every damn day. Fighting, climbing, running like she never got hurt and rafe was there to scold her and put a billion bandaids on her cuts and she always teased him by saying " are you not going to kiss it?! " And he'd recoil with so much drama and go " ew no ! You're so weird ! I'm never helping you again ! " But he did. Every damn time

[killing1snature]

You need to let me go, darling, before we start something I intend to finish. - from junie

“is that so? what would happen if i started something? would you perhaps... skip any sort of lame appointment you’ve got right now just so that you could be with me?” smirk on his lips, rafe used his fingers to tug her closer... he brushed his lips against the skin of her neck, began to trail it down, he obviously had no intention of actually letting her go and both knew it. “it’s a risk i’m willing to take, thompson.”

[xinthesewallsx]

The shock written over Rafes face right now is mirrored by Topper who up until Junie intervened was berating him for " switching sides ". Honestly he wanted to kill the guy after he admitted to being the cause of the fire at John B's. His little sister could've died and even though like top said he isn't better he's trying to be. So he chooses to use his words this time when top moves in again telling him to fuck off until he did and they were left alone. " What the fuck was that ? " He asks his girlfriend absent the normal sharpness in his tone.

her protectiveness over the kook prince drove her to take on anything. in this moment it was topper and his attitude. how he thinks he's some saint when in reality, he's just like the rest of them. tainted by darkness. topper had almost killed the pogues. six people could have died all because of his jealousy over sarah choosing john b. rafe at least was doing what he thought was right to protect his family. not that either was okay but rafe was trying here. trying to rectify his mistakes and he shouldn't be punished for it. least of all by his best friend. so when the two got a little to close for her comfort, she stepped in between. she might be significantly shorter than the two but she'd face hell for rafe. "what was what?" she asked, turning to face rafe.

[soughthope]

[ SHIELD ] — sender steps in front of receiver protectively - junie for rafe

" I'M TRYING TO HAVE A REAL CONVERSATION WITH YOU! "

But Ward? He's having none of it. He doesn't care about Rafe's struggles. He doesn't care about any of his plans to do better. He wanted a soldier and soldiers are supposed to listen to their commander and with him in hysterics he only saw one way to make him listen. He smacks him. Rafe rises and he shoves him into his hefty desk.

He looked up at his father like a deer in the headlights and then the back of June's hair comes into view. He didn't know when she got there. His eyes fought to take everything in. Her. Her hand grabbed Ward's wrists so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Ward reels back and sighs. " Rafe, get her out of here so we can finish our discussion. " He says but Rafe lost his voice.

" Boy! Do what I say. " He says again and Rafe jumps up, timidly placing his hands on Juniper's shoulder.

[nadvs]

r u planning on doing the zach series?

i think so!! i have a plot outline like 80% done in my head but idk if readers would be interested in a standalone zach series since i started as a rafe blog 🤔 but this is a good opportunity to ask 👀

shoutout to @juniebugg for showing me the zach light ily so much junie 😌💘

[soughthopeoldd]

📱 - junier & rafe

SEND 📱 TO FIND OUT ABOUT MY MUSE’S PHONE

What ringtone my muse has set for yours:

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:

" She's kind of crazy you know? Everything she says is so outta pocket I gotta laugh for a bit before I can even think of what to say! It's crazy! I like it though. I like her. "

How quickly my muse responds to your texts:

He texts back pretty quick most of the time

How often our muses text:

They text when the mood calls for it. Despite Rafe throwing parties all the time and shit he's pretty introverted most days choosing calm and quiet

How often our muses call:

Phone calls are their jam they're always chatting on the phone. Flirting and teasing each other and making plans to hang out this day or that

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:

Absolutely lol it's Rafe

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

( to Junie b jones 🤓 ) ; stop flirting June I already told you I have a girlfriend damn 🙄😊😚

[cameronspecial]

Assisting In Deception (Part 9)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Swearing and Name Calling

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.5K 

Summary: Rafe wants to talk to Y/N but his anger chases her away and he slowly realizes what a mistake he made.

Masterlist

Knuckles hitting the thick wood slab reverberate in the quiet hallway. It may have been because of the actual force of his fist, but he thinks it more likely has to do with the fact he is so consumed by thought, that any sensory input comes in tenfold. She wasn’t there the morning after they had sex. His texts went unanswered. It was the weekend so he couldn’t talk to her yesterday because they did go to work. He questions if they went too far. If they made a mistake in her opinion. If he did something wrong. There is a need in his stomach for her to be his. For everything that they go through together to be real. And he wants to know if she feels the same way too. His questions can no longer go unanswered, so this leads him to her front door. 

The door opens with the aroma of cheese, tomato sauce, bread, and grease filling his nose. An adoring smile finds its way onto his face, imagining the look of excitement on her when the pizza arrived. The tips of his lips slouch a little at the sight of Juni. “Hey Big C, what’s up?” she asks. He tries peeking his head into the room to see where Y/N is, “I’m looking for Y/N. Can I go to her room?” The girl gives him a pitiful look because she can see the hope and love in his eyes. 

“She’s actually not here.”

“Oh, did she go out to get something for the pizza? I can meet her at the store or wait in her room.”

“She isn’t at the store, Rafe. She’s on a date, so she won’t be here for a while.”

The brightness on his face dims completely. There was nothing in the contract against dating other people as long as it didn’t get into the media. Yet, he never thought either of them would make use of that point in the contract. His disappointment turns to anger as he realizes she is going on a date two days after they had sex. The only words that come out of his mouth: “Where?” 

——

Henry sits across from Y/N in the small restaurant, chuckling at the joke she just told him. The smell of greasy pizza also fills the air in this room. The floors are sticky and the glass of the food display is a little smudged. This isn’t a place that Rafe Cameron would normally be caught frequenting, but ever since he started spending time with Y/N outside of work, he became a weekly visitor. Usually on the days when she is the one to pay. He doesn’t mind that this place isn’t anywhere near as costly as he is used to, her insistence on being the one to treat them to a date is what filled him with a feeling of being loved. The happy memories of them together are now being replaced by the image of her here with someone else. Henry uncrosses one of his hands from his arm, moving towards her hand that is lazily outstretched on the table. Rafe’s eyes reflect his anger and he wants to throw that man sitting across from her on the ground. 

The heavy footsteps of his feet on the adhesive floor cause her head to turn in his direction. She would know those footsteps anywhere. “What are you doing?” he practically screams. She looks at him incredulously, “What does it look like? I’m on a date.” 

“What about us?”

“What about us, Rafe? None of it was real.” 

“So the sex we had didn’t mean anything to you? You are telling me that you didn’t feel anything.”

“I’m not saying that. What I’m saying is that we weren’t meant to fall for each other. That at the end of the day, when this is all over, your life virtually goes the same and I have to go back knowing what is out there.”

He didn’t interpret this the same way as she meant it. “So we only kept the agreement after the wedding and the charity event because you wanted my money? I never knew you were such a gold digger. You don’t have to worry about this being real anymore because I’m ending our contract,” he rants. His anger overtakes him and he doesn’t give her a chance to explain herself before leaving the restaurant like an angry child. Y/N stares at the place he was just occupying; emotions brewing like a storm within her. His words dig their way under her skin, burying themselves into her self-esteem. Her worries about being seen as money-hungry and a status climber all come into play. Being with someone like Rafe Cameron, she knew everyone was saying those things about her already; however, it’s different hearing those things come from him. 

She let him into her life. She let him worm a place for himself in her heart and his opinions matter to her. If not because she is in love with him, then because he is her boss. 

The call of her name pulls her out of her head. She forgot that she was on a date. “Y/N, are you okay? Who was that guy?” Henry frets, looking back toward the door Rafe left through two minutes ago. She doesn’t know what to say. How do you explain to your date that you were fake dating your boss? It sounded kinda pathetic when she said it out loud, but it was the truth. This isn’t a normal conversation that happens on a date. She decides that explaining it isn’t going to help, so she just gets up from the table and leaves. She needs an escape. 

——

The office. A busy place filled with workers terrified of their boss, especially since his softened mood has now returned to cold and distant. Yelling is often heard throughout the office for the tiniest of things. This doesn’t go unnoticed by everyone at work. 

“Ms. Y/L/N, photocopy these. Three copies,” he orders, throwing the papers onto her desk. Her curt nod is the only response he gets before returning back to his office. Topper’s eyebrow darts up at the sight. She gets the copies done and knocks on the door prior to entering. When Rafe’s eyes don’t light up upon seeing her, Jenna turns toward her to see her reaction. The verging tears in her eyes tell Jenna everything that has happened. Y/N gives him his copies, quickly leaving the room while closing the door behind her.

Topper makes his way over to her desk and hands her a tissue so she can wipe her eyes. “Are you okay?” he worries. She dabs the water filling her vision, “Thanks. I don’t think I am. He hates me so much right now. I hate that he won’t let me explain and it’s really frustrating.” Hiccups start to tear through her body and her shoulders start to shake. He goes around her desk to reassuringly rub her shoulder, “I’m sorry he is being such a dick. Just give him some time to calm down first and then maybe you can explain everything.” “I hope so because I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to my life before if I know what it feels like to love him.” 

——

Her phone line starts ringing, telling her that Rafe is on the line, so she picks up. “What can I do for you, Mr. Cameron?” she asks with fake pleasantries. He notes her tone, “Get me coffee.” She can deal with his orders, he is her boss after all. But she can’t handle his rudeness. Her desk is left empty as she storms into his office. Her sadness and insecurity can no longer be found. Instead, those feelings are replaced by anger. “Could you please get me coffee, Ms. Y/L/N?” she begins. “Why of course, Mr. Cameron, I would be happy to. See that’s how you be polite. Just because we ended things, it doesn’t mean you can be rude. We still have to work with each other.” He looks at her with a frown, “What do you want me to do, Ms. Y/L/N? Pretend that it didn’t hurt that you were using me?” 

“You never let me explain myself!”

“I don’t need you to explain something I already understand clearly!”

“You know what?! I’m not going to deal with your childishness. If you won’t let me explain and you are going to keep acting this way, then I quit.”

She storms out of his office, taking her bag on her way out. The on-lookers in the bullpen watch as she burns a hole through the floor. They look between her back and Rafe’s enraged gaze, wondering what in the world just happened. 

——

The voices coming from behind the door concern Juni, thoughts of a break-in cross her mind. She pulls out her phone to call the police, but the sound of Michael J. Fox as Marty McFly eases her fear of a thief in her apartment. The grind of the hinges is unacknowledged by the pouty girl on the couch, her full focus on the movie and ice cream in front of her. The dim room makes it hard for Juni to see Y/N, so she turns on the lights to catch her roommate's attention. This makes her aware that the ice cream is not the first sweet Y/N has devoured. The floor is littered with Twinkies and cookie wrappers. The multiple bottles of iced tea unease Juni, worrying about the amount of sugar her friend consumed while she was at work. 

“Good, you’re home. We are out of cookies. Could you please get some more? I want to eat it with the ice cream,” she says without even moving her head away from Doc and Marty’s conversation. Juni sighs, “Sweetie, I don’t think you should consume any more sugar. You might send yourself to space with the sugar high you are giving yourself.” The dipping of the couch because of the new weight moves Juni against Y/N and she takes the opportunity to wrap a reassuring arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “What are you doing home so early? I thought you had to stay late to help with one of his meetings,” Juni questions, keeping her face towards the TV to keep the pressure off of the sad girl. Y/N leans into Juni’s touch. The smell of cinnamon tells her that her friend stopped for a cinnamon bun on the way home. “I quit,” she simply states, not wanting her anger to make another emergence. 

“Oh, Sweetie. Was it that bad after yesterday?” 

“Yes! He was so rude and wouldn’t let me tell him what I was really feeling. Then I just got so angry about that. I couldn’t take it anymore.” 

“I’m going to kill him. No wait, maybe castration and then murdering him is better. But look on the bright side at least. You always said that being a personal assistant was temporary, so this pushed you to actually quit. Now, you can figure out what you actually want to do.”

“I guess. I just can’t figure out how he is the only guy that I’ve ever wanted more with but none of it was real. He was the first person I wanted to go to whenever I found new restaurants I wanted to try. He made me so excited to go to family events because he got along so well with my family.”

“I know, Sweetie. I know. I could see how you felt about him. How much he means to you.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’m going to do now that I’m not working.”

“You’ll figure it out. I’ll help you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

——

The dark room remains silent as he goes through his notes on today’s candidates. This one is too perky. This one is so slow at typing. This one keeps flirting with him. This one smells too much like Chanel. He knows there are no real problems with most of the people he interviewed today. It’s not their fault that they weren’t her or that he chased her away when he got scared instead of just talking to her like an adult. During the week that she has been gone, his anger quickly dissolved into longing. He misses her daily post-it notes she would leave on his desk every day since she started working for him with a different quote, fact, drawing, joke or comment. He always expects to hear her music blast throughout the office when they have a late night alone in the office like he is now. 

His search for her doesn’t only extend to the workplace but to his house too. He waits for his front door to be thrown open with her excitement to see Dax. The shine in her eye no longer stares back at him while he lies awake at night talking to himself about his fears and wants. He didn’t realize how much he depended on her presence and he wonders why he never gave her the chance to tell him her truth. 

“Staring at the papers until you fall asleep isn’t going to help you decide who to hire,” Topper jokes, coming over to look at the papers from over Rafe’s shoulder. “How about him? He is pretty qualified.” Rafe glances at the candidate Topper points out, “I didn’t like his handwriting.” Topper looks at him in annoyance. “Really? You don’t even like handwritten documents. You passed an electronic policy just for that reason. Plus, I highly doubt he is the kind of person to leave you little notes every day. He seems more serious to do that,” Topper comments. Rafe glares at him at the suggestion of his words, “That’s not the reason why I don’t like his handwriting. I could still see it on electronic documents dummy.” Topper shakes his head at his friend’s irritation. 

“Okay, so beating around the bush isn’t working. I’m just going to say this directly then. You miss Y/N. There is no reason why you have to be so stubborn and not apologize to her.”

“I know you are right, but you didn’t see how heartbroken she was when I called her a gold digger at the restaurant. Or how angry she was when I was being an ass to her at work. I don’t think I can make it up to her.”

“Yeah, probably not. But it doesn’t hurt to try, Rafe. You intertwined your lives together perfectly when you were fake dating. Just imagine how amazing it will feel to do that again when you are actually dating. You could feel that way again; you need to apologize first though.”

“I know you are right. Let me take some time to figure out what to do. It’s going to need to be perfect if it’s for her.”

“I’m always right. You know what else I’m right about? The personal assistant you should hire. Trust me, if she takes you back, you are going to want a male assistant.”

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[cfthesoul]

Fuck anonymous ! Anyways I love the way you play stu a bunch because he comes off more like a cold calculated killer using his humor as a mask then someone dumb he's not dumb he's smart he's just stupidly loyal and it's nice to see his intelligence and intention shine through in the threads I've seen

I love the overall heart of Junie in every verse she keeps an element of fun and acceptance she never shows away from what she's feeling or thing even when she's literally freaking out or at her lowest you see what you get and it's comforting for me so I know it is for my muses who know her

I said it already but I like the thoughtfulness of your rafe I think some people forget that yes he parties a lot and yes he makes a lot of irrational fuck headass decisions for people he loves but he's adaptable and smart and always thinking about how he can make something better. To a fault? Sure but it's a positive trait no less under the right circumstances when he isn't over reaching

ANONYMOUSLY SEND ME YOUR FAVORITE DETAIL ABOUT HOW I PLAY MY CHARACTER.

i have no words i am actually in tears holy fuck. i love you so much!!!

[ccmpletemess]

closed starter for @prcttyvxnom ( rafe & juni )

"Hey kiddo!" Rafe called out when he heard the door open from where he was sat on the floor, clearing up legos. "Carmen's got a sleepover, so it's just the two of us this evening, so I was thinking take out?" He asked, grinning up at the other as she walked in the room. "Oh also, what are your thoughts on pet lizards?"