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cobaincreates · 2 years

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hangman can’t stop running his mouth during sex and gives the cockiest dirty talk known to man and you try to fake hating it but your body says otherwise

coveted facade.

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x (f)reader

word count: 1.05k

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with plot, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, illusions to enemies to lovers.

etc: this had way more plot than my filthy ass intended it to but i can’t help it ok i am a mindless slut running on obscene thoughts thanks to this fuckingdude.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

Your eyes ache at the involuntary itch to roll them into the back of your skull—their usual reaction to any of the words that come out of his mouth. The only logical reaction to the endless cocky comments and pretentious tones that make you grow tireless the more time you're required to spend with him. It’s pathetically easy for you to not roll your eyes in annoyance at him right now, though. Your optic nerves dissociating the annoyance with something more pleasurable; his cock fucking up into you.

But to keep up appearances of course, because fuck Hangman. Him making you come on his cock is victory enough he doesn't deserve any more semblance of gratification to his ego from you—you try to rally up your best look of irritation of the words spewing from his parted lips as they trail down the column of your throat.

“Who knew you’d be so easy.” His smirk against your heated skin has you scowling at the ceiling, your fingers tightening in his hair only making his expression deepen and bare his teeth to nip at your neck, making your body shudder against his.

There’s an arm around your waist as his hips buck up into yours, you would think in this position—you on top of him, hand in his hair, your tits that he loves to suck and play with so much bouncing against his chest, your nails digging into his bicep—that you’d have some guise of control. A show of you using him, taking what you want from him. But as it always goes; Hangman is in total control, poised. Playing your body like a fiddle he knows too well, knows how to touch in just the right spot to have you like puddy in his hands. Knows just the right swipe and nip of his tongue against your flesh to have you trembling. That perfect thrust and pounding of his hips that makes you come harder than you thought physically possible.

And, begrudgingly to you, his words know how to fall from his mouth and land on the core of your want that has you rolling your eyes in pleasure instead of annoyance, your pussy clenching around him.

And fuck does he know it.

You don't need to try to give it away, to hide it. Everything you felt for him, because of him, dripped from your body like a plentiful stream of scowls, moans, and whimpers. Hangman drinking from you like a man discovering new land; conquering you as his own personal source of repartee and pleasure. This little dynamic the two of you had was vicious and teasing on the outside for those looking in. But behind closed doors there was nothing but raw sexual tension and lust that always knocked you for a loop and had you thinking ‘why him?’

Out of all of the other pilots who you could stand, why had you went and fucked Hangman?

And why can’t you give it up?

An answer simply answered by his thumb pressing itself onto your clit, the slow-hard circles he rubs into it making your moans come out more weak, more frequent and loud; Fuck, he made you feel so good, too good. Not fucking him would feel worse than not fucking him.

“Oh, baby, how many times will this make it?” You don’t have to open your eyes, you can feel the wattage of his cocky smirk through your lids, “for someone who claims to hate me you come on my cock an awful lot.” His teeth nip at your chin, “I think you should thank me. Say ‘thank you, for making me come, Jake.’”

Jake. Not Hangman. Jake.

You’ve been fucking for so long you’ve dropped callsigns. So long, that the bite behind you saying his name has morphed itself into its own callsign of pleasure the both of you un-admittedly enjoyed; if the way his cock twitches inside of you each time it falls from your panting lips is anything to go by.

“Fuck off.” You groan in the farthest thing from indignation.

Hangman chuckles cockily, his hot breath against your skin as the assertion from his hold on you and the stamina of him having the strength to continue the steady—incessant—thrust of his cock in your cunt, makes the fluttering around his length turn into that vice like clenching; you’re so close again.

“That’s the attitude that got you in this position. Thinking you have everyone fooled, walking around callin’ me names. Being so cruel, when we all know how much of a slut you are for my cock.” He grunts against your lips, “You’re a bad liar, sweets. But if you’d like to keep pretending that you don’t love me, that you don’t love coming on this cock, then I can gladly,” he moves his thumb from your clit grinning, “stop.”

“Jake.” You groan in frustration, the daggers in your eyes as you look down at him making his grin grow into that frustratingly smug stretch, that you hate to love so much.

God he’s so annoying.

So breathtakingly annoying; his emerald eyes filled with a desire hot enough to burn through you, his smirk just as singeing—if not more.

Fuck you hated him.

“If you want to come you know what to do.” His hand moves to the back of your neck to close that sliver of distance between your lips, as he pulls you down the rest of the way. And just like the rest of him; his lips are perfect, his tongue filling your mouth the cherry on top of said perfection. “Ask me nicely,” he smirks.

And you really really want to tell him to fuck off. But he’s fuckng you so excruciatingly slow that it has your insides flip-flopping with too much intimacy, you need him to go faster. Need his fucking to match the cockiness of his words before you do something crazy like moan for him in the weakest whimper to “make me come, please, Jake, please.”

His pleased chuckle makes your spine tingle, “Thatta girl.” He presses one last kiss to your lips before you’re breaking the seal of his lips with a moan from his thumb returning to your clit, “that wasn’t so hard was it? Now come on my cock, and don’t forget to thank me while you’re doing it.”

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cobaincreates · 2 years

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Quick & Dirty Writing Advice

Just a few things I’ve picked up and learned from other authors:

Write what you want to read. Writing what you think will be popular will never be as satisfying, and it’s impossible to predict what will be popular anyway.

Writer’s block is a self-fulfilling prophecy. There are reasons that you’re “blocked” from writing, such as mental health, exhaustion, lack of time, etc., but writer’s block itself doesn’t exist. You don’t wait around for inspiration (and published authors certainly can’t, being on deadlines). You can dip into your well of motivation and inspiration by reading other books, watching movies/shows, talking about your projects, and rereading your own writing. But waiting around for your muse takes the control out of your hands. Writing is active, not passive. If you’re lacking motivation, write anyway, and the act itself may inspire you.

Burn out is a real thing. I’ve gone for months without writing because that’s what I needed to do. It didn’t make me any less of a writer, and it won’t make you less of one either.

Using the word “said” is great! It’s preferred 90% of the time! It’s one of those words that the reader skims over without noticing, which smooths the flow of your writing. When you add a different dialogue tag to every piece of dialogue (such as explained, argued, protested, agreed, etc), it slows down your writing and distracts from what’s actually being spoken. Use dialogue tags sparingly, and you’ll make a bigger impact when you use them.

Learn to stop leaning on filter words. Words like “feel” “noticed” “saw” “heard.” These words put distance between your audience and what the character is experiencing.

Example: “I felt his hand on mine.”

Can be changed to: “His hand touched mine.”

Example: “I smelled freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen.”

Can be changed to: “The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen, filling the air with its enticing scent.”

Want to write more? Then write! If you write consistently and with regularity, whether it be every day or every weekend, you get into the habit of writing. Put on ambient sounds, grab a snack, make a cup of tea, and do that every time. Your mind starts to associate those things with writing time and puts you in the mindset before you even open that doc.

Do not edit your WIP! Get that first draft written without going back to edit. I’m serious, don’t edit a thing until you’re at a point where you’re ready to post. Only then go back and edit, otherwise your writing momentum will grind to a halt. If you need to read back a couple paragraphs to get your bearings, then go for it, but I promise you you’ll be doing yourself a huge favor by leaving editing to the very end.

First drafts aren’t supposed to be pretty or even coherent. Their only purpose is to get words on the page. Let them be a mess. That’s what the editing stage is for, to clean everything up, add new scenes, delete redundant ones, whatever makes the story better. Besides, once you start writing more, the less editing you’ll need to do as your skills improve.

And for my last bullet point, similar to the dialogue tag advice, don’t overuse your adverbs. You don’t need to describe every action with an adverb. When you use them less, they make a bigger impact. There are other ways to describe your character’s action.

Example: “He spoke quietly.”

Can be changed to: “He dipped his head, casting a glance around the room as he spoke.”

I am guilty of adverb abuse and breaking a few of these rules myself, but once you learn the rules, you can gauge when and how to break them for the sake of elevating your writing.

This advice is meant to be practical, as it’s coming from someone who works over 40 hours a week and is often distracted by exhaustion and chronic illness. My time and energy is limited, but I find writing to be very worthwhile.

For more writing advice, I suggest Alexa Donne’s youtube channel. She started writing with fanfiction, so a lot of her information is applicable to fanfic authors too.

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cobaincreates · 2 years

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Omg yes you listen to the Maine!! Were you at fest?

aHHH!!! i was not but it looked like so much fun!!! hope you enjoyed it if you did go!🧡

#i love them so much

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cobaincreates · 2 years

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so I made a thing

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cobaincreates · 2 years

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shoutout to everyone listening to sad music on new year’s eve! thanks for the love this year. kissy & see you soon🧡

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cobaincreates · 2 years

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EEEEEEEE

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐝 - 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞)

summary; Rafe was terrified of commitment, terrified of being close enough to someone he loved to hurt them. so when he realises that what he really wanted was you, he begins to shut down.

warnings; this series will contain mentions of consensual sex, blood, swearing, fighting, angst, underage drinking and drugs, 18+ CONTENT.

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It was a daunting feeling to love someone so far out of your reach that it seemed far more likely to touch the stars that littered the night sky than it did to be able to hold that person in your arms and know for sure that you had their whole heart. Even having experienced the love they were capable of giving, yet constantly reminding yourself that you would never be good enough to be a part of their world. Because it was true - you wouldn't.

These were the sort of thoughts that had tormented your mind as you watched Rafe across the room. His stature stiffens as he says those four words, declaring your presence an issue, and your heart falls heavy.

You felt as though your whole world had stopped spinning, but the bustling chatter from the crowd downstairs reminds you otherwise.

Panic slowly begins to set in, and you find yourself second-guessing your actions before turning on your heel and motioning back towards the door. Only to stop when you feel the cool metal of the handle between your fingers.

You weren't entirely sure what you wanted to say to Rafe, but you knew you had to say something.

"Is that really all you have to say?" Your voice is shaky as you grit your teeth, your fist softly pressing against the wooden door before turning back to him.

Rafe slowly looks to you. His eyes reddened from the alcohol he had consumed, but at least this time, he doesn't look away. He stares you right in the eye, and with a slight slur in his words, he extends his arms out and says, "What were you expecting?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe you could start by telling me why you've been avoiding me all day? Declining my calls and ignoring my texts?" You bite down on your lip, fighting the mixture of anger, bewilderment and distress that was coursing through you.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He shakes his head, a smug smile on his lips.

"Don't lie to me!" You exclaim.

Your sudden outburst spreads fear in his eyes. "Shh! Do you want someone to hear you?" He whispers loudly, waving his hand at the door out of frustration.

"Well, I'm clearly not getting any answers from you. Maybe someone else will?"

He takes a seat on the bench in the middle of the room, heaving a sigh as he does. He pulls his gaze away for a moment before burying his face within his hands, his leg bouncing slightly with nerves. Despite the annoyance you were feeling towards him, you could see that something was really bothering him.

"I can't..." He exhales, shaking his head. "I can't let this... us... you jeopardise everything."

A sigh of disbelief falls from your lips as your brows inch together. "Might I remind you that you were the one that asked me to stay last night? You were the one that initiated it, and you were the one that risked us getting caught. So don't for a second think that I'm going to take the blame for whatever repercussions follow."

"I know, okay? I know that this is all my fault." He says flatly.

"Well, there's something else you need to know," You admit timidly, knowing full well that what you were about to tell him was really going to make him want to bite someone's head off. "Sarah knows..."

His head snaps in your direction, and you watch the fear in his eyes multiply as he swallows hard. "What do you mean 'Sarah knows'?"

"She, uh, she heard me last night when we were... y'know," You knew you shouldn't have, but you couldn't stop the slight smirk from tugging at the corner of your lips as you recall the way Rafe had made you feel the night prior. "She doesn't know it was me, though. Just that you had a girl in your room."

"Fuck," He bellows, pushing himself back onto his feet and starts pacing. He brushes his hands through his hair, letting them stop at the back of his head as he takes in a deep breath.

Then, out of nowhere, he slams his fist into one of the lockers. The blow causes you to jolt back in shock as you let out a yelp. Silence quickly fills the room as you take in the boys reaction, and you're left wondering why he was so adamant about keeping you a secret, if not just for the fact that you were a pogue by choice.

It was the first time you had ever seen him so angry, so frightened, and not just at the situation, but at himself too.

Rafe was no angel, in fact, he was far from it. But he had never once shown this sort of aggression in front of you before, and it only made you worry even more about the consequences of people finding out.

His face contorts into a series of different emotions as he leans his head against the locker. The regret he felt was evident in his actions and the look on his face. He hated the fact that he had let himself be vulnerable with you, something he had sworn he could never do, and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass.

"Rafe..." You approach him cautiously. Not because you were scared or worried that he would hurt you, you already knew he would never, but you didn't want to startle him. He was deep within his thoughts, mumbling words of deprecation to himself. "Rafe... it's going to be okay."

"How? How could we possibly know that?" He tilts his head to the side, jaw tightening once again. "How the hell are we-"

Rafe is interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway outside, followed by multiple voices. He quickly urges towards you, clasping a hand firmly over your mouth and a tiny gasp escapes.

However, despite the security outside, his sudden closeness doesn't go by unnoticed. You want to move, to pull away, but his gaze is binding you to him, and a shaky breath leaves your lips. Just loud enough for him to hear as his eyes flicker across your own.

He raises a finger to his lips, gesturing you to be quiet, and you simply give in and nod as you wait.

Eventually, the footsteps recede, and so do the voices. Rafe heaves a relieved sigh, lowering his hand, but the intensity of his gaze remains. And still, neither of you dare to move.

It took you until then to notice that the two of you were panting quietly, and with each breath, your bodies pressed against each other with the remnants of adrenaline lingering in the air. You weren't entirely sure when Rafe had put his hands on your waist, but they held onto you with such urgency that it felt almost desperate.

"Rafe, what are -" You almost choke on your words, but before you could get another out, he interrupts you by pressing a hard impassioned kiss to your lips. You're too shocked to reciprocate, and he pulls away before you can even think to do so yourself.

A shiver of anticipation runs through you at his touch, and after a moment, you meet him halfway in another heated kiss. The second your lips touch, you feel sparks exploding in your chest, and you lean into it more as Rafe responds with more intensity.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, he runs his hands down your hips as he backs you into the lockers. Hoisting up one of your legs, he lets it curl around his waist, igniting you with ecstasy. Your body feels electric as he leans into you, and you kiss him with a smile.

"Y/n," You hear your name in the back of his throat, and suddenly your mind runs away from you, idly, reminding you of why you had risked getting caught to follow him up the stairs in the first place, and you're enveloped with irritation.

"Wait, Rafe. Stop," You turn your face away from him, and he's quick to respond. He pulls himself away just as you had asked despite the confusion laced in his features. "I can't do this. I can't - I can't keep letting myself fall into your trap."

He backs away for a beat, opening his mouth to speak but closes it as you fix your dress and make yourself decent again. You look to him with a softening expression and say, "I need to know why you did it. Why did you ask me to stay if you were just going to leave? Was it because of me? Were you ashamed of waking up beside me?"

"What? No - that's not..." Rafe immediately tries to shut the accusations down and his brows furrow with denial.

"Then why? Was it all just a part of your plan to mess with my head?" He reaches for your hands, but you pull them away before he can make contact and sniff back the tears that had pooled in the corner of your eyes. "Do you have any idea what it felt like for me to wake up alone in your bed?"

"Y/n, I-"

"Or to make me think that somewhere deep down, you might actually feel something for me only for you to hurt me even more?"

"Fuck, Y/n. No. I don't know - I don't..." His fingers trail across his brows nervously as he begins pacing again. "You just... You get inside my head, and then I can't... I can't stop thinking about you, and it's killing me, okay? But, we can't... I can't-"

"Can't admit that what's going on between us is real?"

His eyes widen in what you can only assume to be recognition, "Y/n, you know that I can't do that. It wouldn't be-"

"Don't you dare tell me that it wouldn't be safe. I am tired of feeling like the dirty laundry you kick under your bed. I want to be with you, Rafe, but I can't do that unless you finally admit to yourself that-"

"Please, Y/n. Stop," His voice comes out softer, a pained expression on his face.

You always knew that Rafe struggled when it came to Ward, but you also always had a hunch that something bigger was going on than just a son wanting to impress his father. It's why Rafe had been so set on you being a secret.

"You want me to stop? Fine. I'll stop..." You pause for a moment. "If you can look me in the eye and tell me that everything we've been through, every late-night confession, every secret, every intimate moment, meant nothing to you. Because the only way that I am ever going to be able to let this go is if I know there's nothing left to hold on to."

Where you expected Rafe to look you in the eye and tell you to your face that your time together and the feelings he swore he didn't have for you was all nothing but a figment of your imagination, he doesn't. Instead, he sighs loudly and runs his hand through his hair as he clenches his eyes closed.

"Just say it, Rafe. Tell me that none of this was real, and I'll leave you alone. For good."

"I fucking can't, okay!" He retorts, smothering his face with his hands.

A relieved sigh falls from you at the same time the locker room door bursts open and in walks one of the security guards. He stares at the two of you, taking in your appearance with a smug smirk on his lips before pressing a button on the walkie-talkie attached to his shoulder.

"You were right. I'm bringing them down now." He says into the small device before gesturing for the two of you to follow him out the door. "Alright, you two. Let's go."

"Listen, I don't know if you know who my father is, but if this doesn't play out discreetly, then there's going to be a lot of issues." Rafe steps towards the man, and he eyes the boy up and down before eventually nodding.

Rather than leading you back downstairs, the man lets the two of you leave unaccompanied. Rafe strolls out of the room and towards the stairs, but you quickly match his pace.

"Rafe, we-"

"Not now. I'll call you later." He cuts you off, grabbing onto your arm and coming to a standstill in the middle of the staircase. You couldn't believe it. After what had just happened upstairs, he was going right back to how things were before by pretending you didn't exist when everyone else was around.

"You're unbelievable," You pull your arm free and head down the rest of the stairs alone and just when you think you've successfully returned to the party without anyone the wiser, you see Sarah, JJ and John B waiting just across the hall.

"Hey, where did you run off to? Kie and I were looking for you everywhere." Sarah exclaims, oblivious to the fact that her brother was only ten steps behind you.

The panic coursing through you was like nothing you had ever felt before, but you had to play it cool. "Yeah. I just needed to freshen up, and the line to the bathroom was too long. Why don't we go and-"

"Holy shit," JJ says, his gaze focused just behind you, but you didn't have to turn around to know that it was Rafe they were looking at. The worst part was that if JJ could figure it out, then you had no doubt that the others had too.

"Oh my, god. You found her!" You hear Kie's voice as she and Pope rush up the hall. "Hey, what are you guys... looking at..." Her voice fades as she too takes in the sight of you and Rafe.

Despite your promises that everything was going to be okay, you knew your greatest fear and nightmare had just become a reality.

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cobaincreates · 2 years

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thinking about bloody rafe tonight😈

eyes on fire

warnings: angst, smut, 18+

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i went ham on this because i personally needed it & yeah. wow look i actually posted something!!! love that for me & you if you enjoy this. feedback wouldn’t hurt love ya :)

listen to this

not my pic— but like imagine him with tHAT hair & fake blood on his face???? cya!

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“woah, woah, wait…you’re telling me you didn’t cry at the thirteenth year?” you asked incredulously, trying not to run the car off the road. you saw the quick shake of the head of the person sitting beside you and tried not to gape. “ryan, we were together for a year and you’re just now telling me that you, not only lied to me, but that you did not cry at the thirteenth year?”

“why is that so shocking? it’s a cheesy movie.” ryan shrugged, lifting his hips in his seat to put his phone back in his pocket.

you rubbed your eyebrow exasperatedly. of course one of the single times you had recommended a movie to him— and he didn’t cry. you couldn’t believe it. “he gets to go back to his mother! how can you not shed a few tears?”

“i don’t know what you want me to say.” he laughed, annoyed.

“you have no heart.” you shook your head and turned your blinker on.

“you already knew that from dating me.” ryan poked you in the side, making your body jerk as you took the turn. “otherwise, you’d still be up my ass.”

“i think you’re mistaken. it was you who was up my ass.” you pointed between the two of you, keeping your eyes on the road.

ryan scrunched his face up and you caught a glance at it, giggling to yourself. it was so easy to mess with each other, even after breaking up. you were glad of that though since ryan was one of your best friends.

college was weird for anybody, especially someone like you who moved all the way across the country to go. california was like a fever dream now that you were back home, on an island. it was only for the weekend since that was about all you could take. it was halloween, although you hadn’t realized until ryan reminded you while on the plane.

now here you were, heading to a halloween party with ryan where he would inevitably meet your friends and people you went to high school with. it wasn’t that you were dreading it, you just had the idea of staying in for the night. especially a night like halloween when you could’ve handed out candy. as if ryan would want to do that in a new place.

“i swear if you throw up on my shoes this year, i’m removing you from my life.” ryan said as he shifted in his seat.

you flashed at another car to go before pressing down on the pedal. “i don’t think i’ll be drinking and driving this time. just don’t puke on my shoes otherwise you’ll be stranded.”

“i knew i shouldn’t have come with you, knowing that you would willingly leave me stranded on a fuckin’ island.”

“don’t test me, ry.” you sang just as you slowed the car along the crowded street. a couple of people dressed up walked in between the car in front of you and yours, heading toward the lively house.

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sirrrrrrrrr????

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐝 - 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)

summary; Rafe was terrified of commitment, terrified of being close enough to someone he loved to hurt them. so when he realises that what he really wanted was you, he begins to shut down.

warnings; this series will contain mentions of consensual sex, blood, swearing, fighting, angst, underage drinking and drugs, 18+ CONTENT.

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The sweet sound of music fills your ears as you hesitantly make your entrance at the Midsummer's party. The island club was already packed from room to room with kooks, all of whom were attired in ridiculous headwear and outfits far too bright for your liking.

Going to these events always made you feel uneasy. Having to pretend to be something you weren't just for the sake of appearances while having to endure endless stories about the kooks with their multiple vacation homes and bragging about their materialistic habits.

It truly was a nightmare.

And as if it weren't bad enough having to attend such an insufferable night, being subjected to Ward Cameron's voice as it lingered in from outside was the icing on the cake. He was wooing the crowd with his rich-people talk and manipulative charm. Which was all to be expected. Though, unlike most of the guests, you pay him no mind as you float through the mass of people, relentlessly trying to find your friends.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd have mistaken you for a kook," A voice says from behind and when you turn, both Kie and Pope are stood there smiling at you.

Letting out a relieved sigh, you pull the two of them into a hug, "Oh, thank god. I was worried I'd actually have to talk to these people."

"I don't know. I think you would manage dressed like that," She reaches for a part of your dress and you playfully slap her hand away before the three of you fall into a peal of comforting laughter.

"Yeah, you’ve certainly made an impression tonight." Pope crosses his arms.

"Who can blame them, she looks... hot," Kie playfully smacks Pope on the arm.

Rolling your eyes, you say, "Oh, stop it."

Whilst flattered by your friends' compliments, the moment quickly becomes bittersweet as you remember the reason you'd worn something so out of your comfort zone. In short, the dress was meant for Rafe. You wanted to surprise him. Let him know that on the odd occasion you weren't opposed to trying to fit in with his world.

Plus, when you bought it, you had every intention for it to end up on his bedroom floor.

It was backless and draped down to your ankles, flourishing at the bottom as it split down your thigh. And the only thing keeping it in place were the two thin spaghetti straps that crisscrossed over your shoulders, letting the material dip just above the small of your back. It was a moss green silk-like material, a colour Rafe had once complimented on you.

Though, now when you thought about the night that could've been, you were suddenly feeling very naked. And this only intensifies as the crowd around you grows bigger. You suddenly become aware of the eyes on you, the ones Pope had pointed out, and protectively wrap your arms around yourself.

"We should probably go rescue Sarah from her kook duties before she crosses back over to the dark side," Kie says as more of a command than a suggestion and both you and Pope agree.

However, it's not until she had almost dragged you out to the back patio that you catch sight of an all too familiar face and the same tousled hair you had been running your fingers through less than twenty-four hours ago.

There he was.

Stood between Topper and Kelce, looking as handsome as ever in a suit Ward had picked out, no doubt. The powder blue reflecting against the sapphire in his eyes, and in that moment it was as if time stood still as your gaze fell upon each other. A surge of panic courses through you as you suddenly realise just how badly you wanted to be with him, how attached you had grown to being in his arms, but mostly, how scared you were of the thought of losing him.

The breath in your throat hitches as he takes you in, his eyes softening for a moment before his jaw tightens and he looks away. Not daring to give you another second of his time as he scopes his surroundings, cradling the glass in his hands as he pretends he was actually interested in any of it. In anything, as long as it wasn't you.

"You okay?" Pope asks after noticing you had stopped for a second, and you click back to reality, nodding your head and giving some excuse about your shoe getting caught underneath your dress.

Outside, Ward's voice only gets louder, practically consuming you as you spot Sarah in the middle of the dancefloor. The three of you wave her over and after checking to see where her father was, she discreetly makes her way towards you.

"Oh, my god," She groans, shaking her head and gives you a hug. "It's been an hour and I have spoken to like thirty different people. You guys look stunning, by the way."

"How's the whole 'mystery girl' thing coming along?" Kie raises her brows with curiosity.

Sighing, Sarah frumps herself down on a chair in a quieter area of the party, watching as it unfolded before her, "It's pretty much a bust. He hasn't spoken to anyone except Topper, Kelce and a few of the other guys. And the girls... he just brushes them off.”

"Wait, you're actually trying to find this girl?" You ask, fighting to hold back the panic that had ignited in your stomach as your conversation that afternoon comes flooding back.

"There she is!" The blond hollers, making your presence known. "We were beginning to think you ditched us for the kooks after all."

"Please, I could never do that to you, JJ," You wink, pushing open the outer wire door of the Chateau. "I see you three have bounced back nicely."

"You know it, baby!" John B says, a smirk splayed across his lips.

It amazed you how fine they all seemed while you were still dealing with a slight pounding in your head from the previous nights' bonfire. Then again, pogues knew how to party better than anyone, and they were certainly living proof of that.

JJ offers you a sip of his beer as you sink into the chair beside him, letting your head fall to rest on his shoulder and he instinctively pats your thigh with comfort. After the morning you had, getting a little buzzed with your friends seemed like the perfect way to get your mind off of it all.

It was stupid, really, of you to think that Rafe would ever change his ways, and yet, you still held onto the idea of him perhaps feeling something for you with a little bit of hope. Even after you had awoken in his bed, alone, with the sun beginning to peek through the clouds, you tried to tell yourself that his abandoning you was nothing.

"I'm telling you, it was so loud," Sarah exclaims as she and Kie push through the front door, giggling to one another as they join the rest of you.

"Yep, I did not need that image in my head. That is - repulsive!" Kie retorts, her face scrunching with disgust.

John B reaches for Sarah's hand and pulls her into his lap, "What was so loud?" He mimics.

The two girls share the same disturbing look before the blonde ultimately decides to spill, and leaning into the group, she says, "Last night after I got home... I went to see if Wheezie was awake, and when I was leaving her room, we heard a girl... with Rafe."

The second the words leave Sarah's mouth, you almost choke on your drink knowing that it was you she had heard last night and the idea of your friends finding out about you and Rafe suddenly consumes your mind. Your skin crawls at the thought as an overwhelming shadow of dread looms above and your blood rushes to your cheeks as the hair on the back of your neck stands with fear.

"What? Like talking?" Pope queries.

"No, dummy," Kie scoffs, shaking her head with a lazy smile.

Sarah snickers lightly, clearly amused and somewhat puzzled by her new discovery. "I've never seen Rafe bring someone home before. Not even Topper or Kelce. I mean, he's literally always walking around with a stick up his ass saying 'relationships are only a cause for distraction' or 'attachments only make you vulnerable to loss’."

JJ leans forward, his curiosity getting the better of him, and wiggling his brows, he asks, "Do you know who she was? Was she hot?"

You bite down on your lip, waiting for Sarah to answer the question. Each and every fleeting second feeling like a million as the anticipation builds inside your stomach.

"I had to go do some last-minute shopping with Rose and Wheezie this morning, and whoever she was, she was gone by the time we got back," Sarah rolls her eyes.

An inaudible sigh of relief escapes you, and not just for your sake, but for Rafe's too. Not that he particularly deserved you trying to protect him after leaving you high and dry. He hadn't even answered your calls or responded to your texts, which wasn't like him. Not when it came to you.

It was like he had dropped off the face of the earth... your earth...

... either that or your fears had manifested and he really was avoiding you.

"Well, whoever she is, she clearly has no respect for herself if she's getting caught up with the likes of him," Kie says, raising her brows for emphasis.

You knew that you shouldn't have let her words get to you, being that she had a burning hatred for the boy, but the fact that she didn't know it was you who had been sleeping with him only meant that she was speaking the truth. But somehow that seemed to make it worse.

Maintaining a secret non-relationship with Rafe Cameron, of all people, was never going to be easy. That much you already knew. Between the constant lying to your friends and sneaking around behind their backs, plus his unpredictable behaviour. It was hard enough, without having your friends talk about you, and degrade you, unknowingly.

"Just because she's with Rafe doesn't mean she has no respect for herself," The words slip from the tip of your tongue, and when you look up, everyone is looking at you. Each of them just as confused as the other. "I'm just saying, we don't know what goes on behind closed doors."

"Maybe she's keeping it a secret because she's actually embarrassed to be seen with him?" Sarah exclaims, somewhat excitedly.

"Or it's strictly physical?" JJ adds and nods his head with approval.

Sighing, you say, "I'm serious, guys. I get that Rafe is literally the last person we should be 'nice' to-"

"You got that right!" John B cuts you off, earning himself a couple of cheers in agreement.

"-But that doesn't mean that this girl deserves to be outed because of him."

"Since when do you care so much about the kooks? Let alone, Rafe Cameron?" Kie asks, almost accusingly and her brows inch together.

"I don't. I just-" You pause for a moment, trying to keep your nerves from completely overthrowing you. Taking one more look around at your friends, you could see that the hatred they held for the boy you loved was simply too strong to bypass your reasoning. They had every right to feel the way they did, but unfortunately, they didn't know him like you did. "- Just... forget it."

With a defeated smile, you take a huge sip of your drink as the conversation continues around you. You tried to drown it out by focusing on the water in the marsh or the wind chimes that hung in the corner, but despite your best efforts, you kept being brought back to the topic at hand. If not by your friends, then by your own mind.

The rest of the afternoon remained this way: with your friends participating in conversations and indulging themselves with multiple 'juice boxes' while you slipped in and out of focus. You were sort of relieved when you had to go home, only to remember the unbearable night that awaited as you pulled on the dress your mother had let you pick out.

Now knowing that your friends were keeping an extra careful eye on Rafe, your plan to try and get him alone seemed less and less likely. Maybe it was for the best. Seeing him, even for a split second, he looked happy. Okay, even. As if last night had never happened and he hadn't blatantly been ignoring you.

Perhaps this was all some sort of premeditated idea and he was just looking for one last rendezvous before ending things? You didn't want to admit it, but you wouldn't put it past him either.

"I need a drink," Kie announces, spinning on her heel. "Does anyone else want anything?"

"I'll come with," Sarah responds and you shake your head, not really feeling the party mood. They tell you they'll be right back and you watch as the two of them head to the other side of the club.

After a couple of minutes, Pope leaves you too. Having to get back to his dad before he got in trouble. You soak in the silence as the cool island air washed over you, nipping at your skin slightly but relaxing you nonetheless.

It was a strange feeling - being surrounded by a hundred people but also feeling so indifferent... so alone.

Inside, you could see people mingling and enjoying their night. Whether they were self-indulgent vultures, or not, it didn't matter. They still had somewhere to belong. Though, your interest is piqued when you see Rafe again. This time he was by himself just inside the club doors as a girl follows him, trying to talk to him, but he doesn't look even the slightest bit interested.

"Well, look at you," Topper stands right in front of your view before leaning back for a second and taking in your dress.

"Hey, Topper," Your words come out a little shaky and you try to peer over his shoulder but there was no use, he was simply too tall.

"Y'know, for someone who denies themself of all this," He gestures to his surroundings. "You sure know how to look the part." He smirks, biting his lower lip slightly.

Letting out a soft chuckle, you shake your head.

"No. Seriously. You look - you look great, though." He smiles, and for a second you could've sworn there was a flirtatious hint in his tone.

"Thanks, Top," You extend your arm and give him a friendly nudge at the same time you see Rafe had moved towards the staircase inside.

Immediately, your eyes rapidly scan the outside area for your friends and when you see them still waiting for their drinks, you knew that this was it. This was your chance to finally confront Rafe and demand he tells you why he had been acting so weird. Why he had left you after being the one to initiate you staying over and why he had been ignoring you because of it.

"Hey, do you want to-"

"Sorry. Hold that thought. I have to quickly use the bathroom, but I'll be right back." You get your words out hastily, barely giving him a moment to answer before you were rushing off back to the club.

Weaving your way through the crowd, you give the room a quick glance before cautiously heading up the stairs. Being that it was out of bounds for the night, the last thing you wanted was to get caught with Rafe. It was risky, extremely risky, but you were desperate for answers and it seemed that this was the only way you were going to get them.

Tiptoeing so to not alarm anyone, you check all of the rooms before reaching the men's change room. It was a daring move but again, you were desperate. You push the door open and stepping inside you see that you were right to think he was in there.

Leaning against the window with his back to you as he watches the crowd below, he throws back the rest of his drink before letting out a heavy sigh. It took everything in your power not to run to him, but you needed to stay strong.

With your heart beating a million miles an hour, and your stomach churning with nerves, you quietly close the door behind you. Then, with a shaky breath, you swallow the ball that had formed in your throat and open your mouth to speak, only to have him beat you to it.

"You can't be here."

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐝 - 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

summary; Rafe was terrified of commitment, terrified of being close enough to someone he loved to hurt them. so when he realises that what he really wanted was you, he begins to shut down.

warnings; this series will contain mentions of consensual sex, blood, swearing, fighting, angst, underage drinking and drugs, 18+ CONTENT.

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Summer nights in the Outer Banks always felt like a wave of nostalgia washing down over you as you ventured to the Boneyard. The humidity was high, and the stars were bright. Speckling across the night sky like a blanket of magic, each holding a promise to return the next day like they had every other.

Tonights party had passed by in a flurry, whisking you away with your friends for a night of unconventional fun.

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more goodies!!

Topper Thornton fic recommendations

✰ two parts or series

A new start - @shawnssongs

Be here now - @outerbankies

Bite my tongue - @goldenroutledge

Locker room- @countryclubstarkey

Firsts - @obxlife

For you - @outerbxnks

Honest man - @butgilinsky

Jealous - @hcywards

Just the two of us - @storiesbymads

Just us, together - @cherryobx

Mistakes - @outerbankspreferences ✰

Nice things - @makebank

Not a rebound - @sortagaysortahigh

Silent auction- @writingwithciara ✰

Snow - @stardusttkachuk

Something more - @radiantroope

Stealing kisses - @toriswrites

Summertime magic - @damn-stark

The fuck is a touron - @cobaincreates ✰

Waiting game - @obxcline

Who do you love - @rafecameron ✰

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so many goodies on this!! thanks for including touch🧡

Rafe Cameron fic recommendations

✰ two parts or series

All mine - @topsytervy

A secret - @bluebirdsbluebells

Best friend’s brother - @writingsbehaviour ✰

Blueberry pancakes - @butgilinsky ✰

Coho rafe - @sunnypogue ✰

Country club - @loveylangdon

Crazy love - @mackenzielovee ✰

Enemies with benefits - @avenging-fandoms ✰

Exhale - @poguesarah

For a kook - @socialwriter

Happier than ever - @obx-snippets ✰

Happy place - @downbytheouterbanks ✰

How to be a heartbreaker - @rekrappeter & @matthewtkachuk ✰

If i say a cliche - @maybankiara

In my business - @mrs-cameron ✰

I hate you - @kookkyra ✰

In my head - @glodessa ✰

I want you - @annab-nana

Jealous - @rafescoke

Late night confessions - @skyebounded ✰

Lost time - @moldisgoodforyou ✰

Love clouded by addiction - @artificialperfection

More than enough - @calumbroutledge

New light - @outerbankies ✰

Oh happy days - @beauvibaby ✰

One night, two consequences - @sargeant-bxrnes ✰

Open scar - @lovewasted

Overtaken - @pixelated-pogues

Red wine lips - @queenk00k ✰

Simp for you - @destourtereaux

Snowed in - @heybarzy ✰

Sunburnt - @twinklelilstarkey

The internship - @lurkymurker ✰

Tolerate it - @ssjiara

Touch - @cobaincreates ✰

Where it leads - @jjmaybanksbaby ✰

Your secret’s safe with me - @twinkleimagines

365 days - @poge-life ✰

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i’m soft

sweet as honey | rafe cameron

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: rafe needs you after having a horrible day, but you're not answering your phone.

warnings: cursing, mentions of drugs, and some signs of a panic attack.

word count: 1k

a/n: hope you enjoy this little blurb <3

“Come on,” Rafe mumbled to himself. “Pick up the damn phone, Y/N.”

The other end of the line continued to ring until he reached her voicemail: “You’ve reached Y/N! Sorry I’m not able to take your call right now, but please leave me a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Have a great day, bye!” Her voice, sweet as honey, grated on his nerves. That cheerful trill normally had a soft smile peeking from his lips toward the girl, but now it had him gripping his phone tighter until he swore he heard a slight crack from the plastic casing around it.

Once the recorded message came to an end, Rafe hung up and tossed his phone into the passenger seat of his truck before lowering his head against the steering wheel. All his pent-up anger and frustration seeped through him like a sickness, squeezing his throat and churning his stomach, until everything seemed to stop. His shoulders curved inwards and a heavy sigh escaped his lips.

“Where are you?” he whispered.

Today had been just like any other day: working with his father at Cameron Development, going over blueprints and discussing plans with potential clients and contractors. And just like any other day, Rafe had somehow managed to fuck something up. One morning, it had been accidentally knocking over his coffee onto important documents his father had entrusted him with keeping until a few of his clients were ready for signatures; a few weeks ago, it had been him forgetting to drive to the docking bay to pick up a shipment of—who even knows what?—for his father; and specifically, just this afternoon, he had sent a letter of agreement for collaboration with a highly-esteemed company to the wrong email address. Little things here and there that continued to add up until Ward Cameron couldn’t take any more screwups from his newest employee and eldest child. Today had been the last straw.

His dad had fired him.

His dad.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, his hankering for another hit of cocaine just added insult to injury. His hands were shaking from withdrawal—most likely causing most of his mistakes anyway since he couldn’t fucking think straight without the white powder coating his nostrils—and he wished he still had an extra stash hidden away in his glove box like usual. But he had promised Y/N that he would stop, and he fully intended on keeping that promise. He had remained sober for six weeks now but it wasn’t getting any easier. He had to erase Barry’s number from his phone so he wouldn’t be tempted to call, and he caught himself driving down to the trailer out of habit only to groan in frustration before flipping his motorcycle around and going back home.

Y/N had saved him more times than he could count, and damn him if he didn’t somehow make it up to her.

If only she would pick up. If only he could just hear her voice, he knew he would be okay and this burning in his veins would go away.

Y/N. This girl meant more to him than he could ever explain. He might as well have replaced one addiction with another. But he would much rather be dependent on her than a substance that would just end up killing him a few years down the road.

Rafe banged his head on the steering wheel of his truck, setting off the horn and startling himself. God, he was so on edge, it was driving him crazy.

Reaching over the console for his phone to try giving Y/N another call, just one last time before going back home, he jerked back when the passenger door suddenly opened and the familiar scent of vanilla wafted inside the vehicle and tickled his nose.

“There you are! I thought I saw your truck parked out here. Do you want to go for a drive? I think I saw a sign out by The Wreck advertising a new ice cream shop that just opened down the street. I could totally go for some ice cream right now, it’s so hot—”

That honey-sweet voice he had been craving so badly reached his ears and he would be lying if he said his heart didn’t jump a bit at the sound. His blue eyes met hers as she rested back against the passenger seat, already buckled in and ready to go, sporting the biggest and brightest smile he had ever seen, but it faltered slightly at the look on his face.

“Rafe?” she asked, so softly, he nearly wept at the gentleness in her voice. “You okay? I just got your message, I’m sorry it took me so long to get here, I—”

Her words got muffled in the fabric of his shirt as he pulled her against him. He could practically feel every muscle in his body sigh in relief at the contact. Y/N, his Y/N was here. Finally. “God,” he whispered, “you’re really here.”

The girl frowned at the tone of his voice, so fragile and breakable, dissolving in the air between them like a wisp of smoke.

“Shh, it’s okay,” she said, rubbing her hand across his back in soothing motions. “I’m here now, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

She could’ve sworn she felt the wetness of tears against her collarbone, but she didn’t dare say anything.

Rafe pulled back slightly, putting enough distance between them so he could meet her gaze, and her heart cracked at seeing his blue eyes brightly contrasted against the red rimming them. “Thank you,” he said, conjuring up a smile just for her. It was small, but it was there nonetheless.

Y/N ran her thumb along the delicate skin beneath his eye, wiping away a stray tear, before gently bringing her finger over his brow bone, down the slope of his nose, and across the dusty pink hue of his bottom lip.

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, honey.” She pressed her lips to his cheek in a whisper of a kiss. “So,” she began, “how about that ice cream, hm?”

That brought a full grin to his lips and he pulled away from her to start up the truck again, wrapping his arm around the headrest of her seat before backing out of his parking spot.

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