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Tutor: Lost Time - Rafe Cameron

Words: 5.2k+ Type: Smut & Fluff Summary: Rafe's back :') Warnings: Female!Reader. Secret Relationship. Lying to friends and family. SMUT {begins abruptly, VERY, VERY FILTHY, piv sex (mentions of oral, fem rec, and fingering), rough sex, a lot of overstimulation, dacryphilia, no condom (she's on the pill), a lot of kissing, a lot of aftercare}. Might need some more proofreading.

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Rafe’s back.

He got back today, an exact day early as he and his father didn’t want to deal with the supposed hotel food for much longer. The last conference was yesterday morning, and they stayed with Ward’s friends for just one more night at the bar.

You were just finishing up talking to Rose about this week’s payment for tutoring when it happened. Wheezie was sitting on the kitchen island waiting for you to be done so she could finally talk to you about the show you two watch every week. The conversation went on and on, and you almost felt bad for the girl because her step-mom really wasn’t doing much for the conversation to be done any soon.

It was around that time that you heard a car park in the driveway. You heard some voices just at the same time as Rose did. The two of you stopped talking, and Wheezie only stood there silently, waiting to see what it could be.

Rose was the one that walked out to see who it was. You didn’t even have the chance to start a conversation with Wheezie because you two soon heard Rose happily announce:

“You’re back early!”

You practically felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest, and Wheezie quickly got up and disappeared before you could even say anything. She went over to greet her dad and older brother, and you tried to ignore your over-excited body and make yourself walk slowly over to the front door.

When out of the kitchen, you faced everyone still on the porch. All of them were speaking so happily between themselves. Wheezie was right beside Rafe as the two of them speak to one another, and Rose was walking back outside with Ward.

Rafe’s back was towards you, so you couldn't exactly do anything except get into their conversation. Yet, that wasn’t needed. As soon as he heard someone behind him, Rafe looked right over his shoulder, and his eyes went to you.

You two only spoke a little, nothing to raise suspicions, as you only said ‘hi’ and politely asked and answered about the trip. Wheezie stared at the two of you as you spoke, but she never intervened. She could never hate her brother, and she likes you too much to not like you in every situation. Seeing you two talk almost felt a little relieving to her, as it's as if her favorite people are finally interacting.

She also noticed how much you smiled at Rafe, but it never clicked. Why would it? You smile at everyone. You’re nice to everyone. Was she supposed to find it suspicious that you were smiling and being nice to her brother?

When Ward and Rose came back, the two of you were acting just too normal for them to notice. Ward did see the way his son would steal a look at you a few too many times, but he couldn’t bring himself to think of anything. It looked innocent. It looked normal.

It wasn’t until Rose remembered that she hadn’t finished her conversation about your paycheck with you that all of you moved away from the front of the house. You followed Rose to the kitchen, Ward began carrying his bags upstairs, Wheezie ran back to her room to get your things without you knowing, and Rafe was supposedly in need of something to eat.

“I’ll transfer the money to you as soon as I can, this afternoon.” Rose had told you.

Rafe was messing with something in the cabinets as she spoke, and she soon disappeared out of the kitchen to go check on something with Wheezie - something about an extra hour in her schedule of tutoring.

It didn’t take Rafe 2 seconds to pull you by your hand and have you in between him and the kitchen counter. Your lips touched softly at first, but then it got messy and amusing. It was one of those messy and quick make-outs that the two of you seem to always end with laughter at the end. Rafe’s hands were all over you. They squeezed onto your sides, your boobs, your ass, your thighs, everything.

That whole thing stopped when you two heard a car pull up to the driveway. Ward said your name by the stairs of the house, and you two separated immediately.

Just in time, he came into the kitchen only to find Rafe with his back to you and messing with a box of cereal and you with your phone in hand.

“Your friends are here.” He said.

You could not express how disappointed you were with your ride coming to get you so soon. You still thanked Ward, and he walked right out after acknowledging you with a 'no problem'.

“You better be free in two hours.” Rafe whisper-yelled behind you.

You pulled away from the counter, and Rafe walked over and laid a kiss on the side of your head right as you let out a sigh.

After that, you felt like you were on a mission. A big one too. You said ‘bye’ to Rafe before anyone else could walk in, Wheezie appeared on the stairs with your things in hand just as you were going up to see her. You said bye to her and her step-mom, and, when you were outside, you simply waved at Ward and got into the car.

You were indeed on a mission. The mission was to get rid of your friends (in the nicest way possible) and get your parents out of the house - since there is no other place where the two of you could go. You had decided on this mission before you could even consider it a second time. But you had the feeling in your bones that if you didn’t follow your own instructions, you’ll be hating yourself forever.

Your friends were the easiest. You just had to say that you felt sick, and they dropped you off right away. Right before screaming at you to better get yourself feeling better until tomorrow, the day of the Bonfire party. You promised you would, and then, your mom was waiting for you right at the door.

She thankfully didn’t hear that you were ‘sick’ so she just casually welcomed you in, and you walked with her to the kitchen. You talked to her as she made dinner. You were probably in your best mood for the past 2 weeks, and she noticed it. You know she did. You sneaked into that conversation, many times, how she hasn’t been going out with dad for some time. You did it so carefully, you knew she couldn’t see your plan from a mile away.

You had an hour and a half for your plan to work, and it was going to work, goddamn it. You eventually ate dinner with your dad as well and slipped in those ideas too. Your plan began to work as soon as one of them said that it was a clever idea to go either to a family-owned bar by the beach or the cinema. You never nodded so hard in your life, your neck hurt.

But then they began to invite you to go with them, and your plan began to backfire. You’re the epitome of a person that doesn't leave their house much. You can't, you have to study and sulk about your boyfriend being away for 2 weeks. Those were your responsibilities. Plus hiding the entire thing.

Surprisingly, with 20 minutes left, you did it. You named a random movie that would be playing at the island's small weekly movie night at the park, and that you 'supposedly heard that Kristy’s parents would be there'.

You fucking did it.

You also played into the whole “I’m so tired, I think I’m going to sleep but we’ll hang out tomorrow” ordeal and walked over to your room. They were saying their goodbyes to you in less than 10 minutes and moving out of the driveway in less.

You took a quick shower and put on some clean clothes, all to be done by the time Rafe texted you. It was already getting dark out when he was at your front door, but you really didn’t care much because you were so, so excited, it was becoming an inhumane feeling.

Inside closed doors, you two kissed for probably two seconds before Rafe threw you over his shoulder and ran upstairs. You were laughing by the time you hit the mattress, Rafe hovered over you and let you put your hands on his cheeks. A huge smile was on your face as Rafe stared back at you. Your heart was racing, and you felt all giddy from having him with you.

“I missed you.” You whispered at him.

“You did?” He asked while leaning closer to you.

You nodded happily as he got closer to you, and you weren’t even an inch away from each other as Rafe laid a kiss on your lips. It was soft, even though short, and it made you look at him with those eyes, those puppy eyes that he has been seeing in his mind for the past weeks. All filled with love and admiration for him. Always. They're always there. He kissed you again and again, only just to see them one more time when he would pull away.

Your lips are always so soft and the kisses are always so sweet, Rafe almost had to physically hold himself back from even deepening it because he didn’t want to ruin the sweet moment so soon. Your hands caressed his cheeks and sometimes moved to touch his smooth hair. Rafe took everything in and absorbed every pleasant touch.

When you pulled away from the kiss and stared at each other for a while, Rafe noticed the way you were looking at him. Before you got to speak, there was this playfulness on your face right away.

“You didn’t miss me?” You asked him, lifting your hand to poke at his chest, “Uh?”

Even Rafe smiled at that before reconnecting your kiss. You might have ruined the kiss with a giggle, but Rafe never seemed to mind as he smiled right back at you too.

“Of course, I did.”

After that, clothes flew across the room. Rafe took his shirt first, and then took your shorts off. Both of which you’ll probably have to go look for eventually because you have no idea where they landed. In the midst of kisses, your shirt was off next and so were Rafe’s pants.

You wish you could still remember every part of what followed after all of that, but it all became a blur by the time you had your third orgasm. Rafe must’ve come back to the island with a purpose, you swear it. He made you cum on his fingers two times, then went down on you, and he has been fucking you for… God, you don’t even know at this point.

You’re as if you’ve just run a marathon, and you’re finding yourself incapable of keeping quiet. Your entire body has become extremely sensitive, as one can imagine, and you haven’t thought of even stopping yet. The air around you is warm, and the entire room must smell like sex. Rafe has cum at least two times, but you’re also not so certain about that either, anymore. If you are even able to utter your own name, it would be a miracle.

Rafe’s cock is sliding in and out of you at a rough pace, his length hitting every little bit of the inside of you. His hands are by your hips, holding them up as your legs have started to give out from under you. Your head is laid in between pillows, which so happens to muffle your sounds slightly. Your moans come out of your mouth with each of his thrusts, some of them are low and almost silent but you’ve become so sensitive and overstimulated, they sometimes become weak squeaks of just another orgasm coming through.

Rafe smooths his hand up your back, and his heavy breathing is your only idea of how he has to be tired too at a time like this. His hand stops by your shoulder, and with a simple pull, you’re back on your knees, your back against his chest, and your noises are back to their full volume.

“Rafe…” You moan with your eyes closed and as you reach to hold onto his hand.

He shushes you as he brings his lips to your neck. His kisses almost feel like too much, his warm breathing down to your hot skin is even worse. You almost want to flinch away, but you only pull him closer. Tired or not, your hips work against Rafe’s too, taking his cock deeper inside of you and making yourself moan louder.

Rafe takes one of his hands down to your cunt. It has become slightly swollen with time, naturally, your clit and some bit of your inner thighs are covered with your slick from all of your orgasms, as well as Rafe’s cum. Rafe leans his chin on your shoulder, working inside of you as his hand touches you all over. Your wet skin moves easily against one another, and you can already feel your lower stomach begin to burn again.

You pull Rafe’s hand away, and he lets you do it. You lean forward and grab onto the headboard of your bed, trying to get some stability. Rafe looks down at the two of you as you open some space between you two. He watches the filthy image with his own eyes, not just with his hand now. The entire length of his dick, his balls, and his pelvis are soaked with you and his cum. He also doesn’t know for how long you two have been at it, but, he doesn’t plan on stopping.

Rafe leans his hand onto your leg, and he feels how shaky it feels. You’re not one to complain ever, he has gotten that down, but he also isn’t going to force you into this position for this long.

You whine out loud and gasp as he pulls out of you, and you look over your shoulder.

“Lay down.” He whispers at you.

The two of you are panting for air, and you hold on tight to the headboard before moving. When you turn around, facing Rafe, you take a seat on the bed first and then lean close to him for a kiss. Sensitive or not, you’re still you. You’ll always want to kiss him.

Your cheeks are wet with past tears. One’s who have come to attack your eyes by the time you first considered yourself overstimulated for the first time tonight. You promise that they’re happy tears, and you’ve promised that to Rafe too. They always seem to come out when you feel too good. Your entire body just seems to struggle to cope with him and his antics.

Rafe, in the midst of the kiss, grabs onto your legs and brings them to his hips, all before pulling you down and making you lay down. You break away from the kiss and look down at yourself.

“You okay?” Rafe asks you, and you nod, but you don’t break your concentration on yourself.

You feel him bring one of his hands over to your face and wipe your tears away. You look at him for just a few seconds, staring into his eyes innocently, as he dries your cheeks with his warm palm. Rafe lays a peck on your lips one more time and then pulls back a little.

You look down and watch as Rafe slides back inside of you. It’s pathetically easy for him to do so, and your back arches off the bed right as he does it. Rafe feels the way your walls still cling onto him so tightly, he doesn’t even know how he’s still finding the strength to keep going. And you feel the exhausting pleasure begin to coil at the end of your stomach all over again, making you contract your already tired muscles.

Rafe sits up, not hovering over you anymore, and thrusts into you. Your entire body is exposed to his eyes as he sits in this position. There isn’t much light but the one on your bedside table, giving your body this golden highlight to it. You couldn’t look more perfect than at this moment.

He looks up at your face again to already see those tears coming back. A smile pulls at his lips as he can’t help it. You always look so helpless and tonight is the whole summary of it. You’ve cum way too many times but you’re taking each one like you just want more.

Rafe makes you let out a broken sob as he does a particularly harsher thrust and, when you meet his eyes to see his smile, your walls squeeze him way too tight.

“Oh, my nasty princess.” He whispers at you, “You’re close again, aren’t you?”

You nod quickly at him, bringing one of your hands to a pillow just beside your head, trying to ground yourself and not cum again so soon.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Rafe curses out loud, making a different warmth navigate through your body.

You gasp for air after trying to hold onto your noises for a little bit, but it all fails. Your moans are repetitive, and Rafe takes them all in with pride. He brings his hands down at your cunt, touching your lips, the sensitive outlines of your entrance just around his cock, feeling how tight you're closed around him, and when he touches your clit, you look as if you’ve just been shocked for a second.

Rafe touches it again, despite your whines, and this time, it lets it lay there, putting down pressure on it with his thumb, and you look at him. His eyes are back on yours right away, watching the way your adorable and fuckable unconscious tiny pout comes back to your face, your eyes filled with tears and little weak noises escaping you.

Your tears spill out to your cheeks, and Rafe begins to work his thumb in circles around your clit. You hold on tighter to the pillow just beside you and bring your other hand to his wrist trying to stop him. Rafe doesn’t pull his hand off as he never feels you push or pull him away, your hand holds onto his wrist but doesn’t move after it.

He continues to circle your clit with that much pressure as he thrusts into you, your hold on his wrist tightens but, again, you never move him away.

Rafe suddenly feels your walls tighten around him all over again and only thrusts into you deeper. Your hold on his wrist lifts as you become a moaning mess under him. Suddenly, your eyes roll to the back of your head right after you close them, your back arches, your legs by Rafe’s hips tighten, and your entire body explodes with orgasmic pleasure all over again.

Your sounds are a mixture of moans, pleas, sobs, and almost screams. Rafe stops moving when those same sounds change into a very small pained whine. His hips still, and his hand lifts.

Your eyes are still closed, but your body has almost completely relaxed in front of Rafe. You’re still breathing heavily, and your hands are now not clinging onto anything. Rafe is still deep inside of you, so, when he moves to hover over you and bring his face close to yours, you frown and your breathing falters just a little.

You could feel his warm body close to yours before you even begin to open your eyes. When you do so, your eyes meet Rafe’s right as you do it. You’re exhausted, your entire body has begun to force you to sleep, but you’re not letting it just yet.

“I’m okay.” You whisper at him before he gets to ask. “Just need to pause for a second.”

Rafe kisses your palm when it comes to his face, and you watch him as he does it. He then kisses your wrist and keeps his eyes on you the entire time. If you didn’t feel so tired, your heart would’ve been tightening like crazy at him and his actions. He’s always so sweet to you, you can’t gather the strength to even hold or hide in your love for him anymore.

Rafe notices the look you’re giving him. Your eyes have never looked so in love. He thinks that it could be off the daze for having had multiple orgasms in the past hour (probably), but he doesn’t say anything. He lays another kiss on your palm and then moves over to your fingers.

You giggle under him as he kisses each of your fingertips, and Rafe grins at the sound of your laughter. Each finger gets a kiss, and you watch as he does it.

When Rafe pulls away from your hand, he looks down at your eyes again.

“What time is it?” You ask him tiredly.

“I have no clue.”

The two of you chuckle at that, and Rafe leans in closer to your face again. You lift your head off the bed to close the space between the two of you. The sounds of making out substitute the sudden silence all around the warm room. The noise of your wet lips and tongues moving and each pulling away from the kiss. All of it is audible. Rafe loves every bit of it, and you soon feel his hand by the back of your head, holding it steady.

When he pulls back to check on you, he’s interrupted by you.

“Just one more.” You whisper at him, making him chuckle and kiss you again.

You hum happily into the kiss and wrap one of your arms around Rafe’s shoulders, pulling him in closer. Your body is slowly regaining energy with time, and he can tell.

You disconnect from the kiss, and Rafe pulls back a little further this time.

“One last time?” He asks you, and you smile at him.

“Yes.” You say as his hand lays on one of your thighs and tightly squeezes it, “But be gentle.”

Rafe sits up as he continues to look at your face, and it’s almost comical the way he does it. Before you even get to laugh, Rafe moves his hips back, and your mind loses track of any coherent thought right away.

Rafe is about to ask you if you’re okay (again) and if anything hurts, but his answer soon comes into the air as you let out a little teeny tiny moan at the slightest movement he just did. He stays still inside you for one more bit, and his hands slide over your skin to hold onto your hips. He squeezes them, liking the feeling of your soft skin under him, and he’s met with the feeling of you moving your hips for him to keep going.

His hand comes to lay over your stomach and right as that happens, he begins to actually thrust into you. The entire strength that your body got back in those minutes is absolutely lost to pleasure yet again. You feel weak under him, like complete putty in his hands.

Rafe leans forward and lays a hand close to your head. It’s a familiar position between the two of you, and you’re not complaining. You watch his muscular arm contracting as he holds his own weight. Rafe’s body is absolutely maddening, and he has no idea how much you're eyeing him right now.

The filthy squelching sound comes back to the room, and you look down at the two of you, watching as your pussy takes his cock in and out all over again. You can’t understand why, but it feels good to just watch it. Rafe notices it and lifts his hand from beside your head, grabbing the back of your thighs. As soon as his hands are on the back of your knees, he pulls your legs flush against your torso, making him thrust into you much deeper and expose your soaked and puffy cunt to the both of you much better.

Your hand comes over to your pussy, your fingers don’t play with your clit as you know it’s very sensitive but you feel as your fingers soak.

Rafe watches you silently, letting out a moan or two at the way you squeeze him or the way you look down at yourself. It's an image he knows will haunt his mind at all times, but he never pulls his eyes away. You touching yourself has to be one of the most beautiful sights on the entire planet.

You pull your hand away after some time, and Rafe watches as you do it. You catch his eyes and a mischievous smile appears on your face - speaking of beautiful sights. You bring one of your fingers to your mouth, and Rafe watches as you suck onto the cum covered digit. You smile proudly for one second before moaning a little louder by Rafe thrusting into you with much more strength than before.

You pause before bringing your other finger into your mouth and don’t even think before outstretching your hand to Rafe. He takes your other cum-covered finger into his mouth, and your expression breaks into a frown as you moan weakly with the sight. He tightens his hold on your legs, and you whimper at a harsher thrust yet again.

Rafe pulls away from your hand, and he can feel his abs tightening and his pleasure growing. He curses out loud as he sees you putting both of your fingers back into your mouth, licking the pads and sucking them into your mouth.

“You are filthy.” He tells you, making you break into a bright smile.

He leans closer to your face, and you expect him to kiss you, but one of his hands lets go of your leg roughly and comes up to hold onto your face tightly. You still smile as his fingers dig into your cheeks and he kisses you. You moan loudly into his mouth, and Rafe roughens the kiss all over again.

Your tongues move against one another, and you can feel the taste of your cums in his mouth too. No matter how rough he is with you, Rafe still feels you tighten around him and moan louder against his mouth. There isn’t one thing that he does that you do not like.

He pulls away as he thrusts in a little deeper again and watches as your face contorts with pleasure. He groans too as he watches you and feels you. You keep your eyes on Rafe and he can feel how close you are yet again. He doesn’t move to touch your clit as he’s afraid it will cause any discomfort, but he does keep his thrusts steady.

In no time, you are moaning under him again and sensing your entire body in the midst of an explosion, and you’re soon followed by Rafe too. He groans as he feels his entire body tense up insanely, and his cum finally begins to fill you again. He continues to move his hips against yours, and the two of you are an exhausted mess.

Rafe lets go of your other leg, and one of his forearms comes to rest just beside your head. He has let go of your face in the middle of his orgasm, and he rests his head just beside yours on the bed. It takes quite a bit for the two of you to get back some energy to open your eyes, but, once you do, you just stare at one another for a few seconds.

Your lips touch into a long peck, and you feel the exhaustion really hitting you like a truck all of a sudden. Rafe, the one with just the most energy, moves upwards and slowly, and carefully, pulls out of you. He smooths his free hand up and down your thigh as he does it, not wanting to hurt you, and soon you relax under him.

Rafe lays a kiss on your stomach as he moves back up and leaves another one on your chest. You don’t move much but do try to calm down your entire body.

Rafe leans over to the bedside table, and you turn your head to watch him, in the golden light, take a look at his phone screen.

“Time?” You simply ask.

“It’s been almost 2 hours.” He sighs, and you let out a tired exhale of a laugh.

He puts his phone back down and comes back to you. Rafe kisses your forehead, and you close your eyes at the mere feeling of his lips again. You reopen them, and you look up at him.

“You’re spending the night, right?” You ask him weakly.

“Of course.” He whispers back at you.

You do a little short smile at him, and he notices how tired you really are. Your eyes are beginning to close, and he kisses your forehead again at the sight.

“You need to go to the bathroom, pretty girl.” He reminds you.

You whine out loud with your sleepy and hazy mind, and that makes Rafe chuckle on top of you. He sits up and wraps his arms around your body. He helps you move out of bed, ignoring every single one of your sleepy whines and takes you over to the bathroom.

Rafe takes care of opening your bedroom window, when he leaves you in the bathroom, letting some fresh air circulate in the sex-infested bedroom. He grabs some of the clothes from the floor while he’s making his way back to you and throws yours into the laundry bin.

When he gets back to the bathroom, you’re holding yourself up by the counter and turning on the water. Rafe watches as your legs shake a little as you wash your face with cold water, and you catch the sight of him in the mirror.

“We need a shower.” You tell him in a whisper before turning off the water.

Rafe nods, moving over closer to you. The breeze in the room has begun to make its way to the bathroom too, and your entire body shivers at the feeling. Rafe lays a kiss on your shoulder as he stands behind you and reaches in to turn on the water of the shower.

As the water heats up, you turn around to face him, and Rafe holds onto your sides, helping you stand more comfortably. You look up at him and rest your hands on his chest, staring into his eyes in silence. Rafe pecks your lips and pulls back to look at you.

Your eyes are back, again, filled with love as you stare at him. Rafe wraps his arms around you this time, and your chests are flush against one another. You move to give him a kiss, but it’s always Rafe that closes the distance between the two of you.

His long peck slowly becomes various kisses onto your lips, and they soon begin to travel away from your lips over to your cheeks. You giggle at him, and Rafe lets a smile appear on his face as he keeps on going.

When he pulls away and looks down at you, you finally get it.

You love him.

I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH, I NEVER WANT TO STOP WRITING IT. LIKE, LOOK AT HOW CUTE THEY ARE.... UGH.

I hope you guys liked it either way. Feedback is appreciated!!

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~~~~~ Sunkissed ~~~~~

(Fluff, Grumpy x Sunshine, Opposite Attract, Age Gap, pet names, Fem Reader!)—— (btw we are 18 and Rafe is 20-21)

Y/N Rivers wasn’t exactly a kook or a pogue, she was just free, we went everywhere whenever. She moved from Figure 8 and too The Cut in just a second. She was nice to mostly everyone even the kooks who were assholes but she was very nice to someone who was far from that. His name was Rafe Cameron; Sarah Cameron’s older brother. She was known for being the “princess” of Figure 8, her previous boyfriend being Topper and her current boyfriend John B who was on “the wrong side of the tracks”.

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“YO! Rivers you comin to the bonfire?” the tall blonde haired boy said. I turned to his voice, “Do I have to?” You groaned. You liked going out and having a good time but you liked to be isolated sometimes. “There will be beer” the boy replied trying to sound convincing to the girl. You thought for a moment. “Fine JJ…. but one exception” you smirked, “What..?” JJ raised an eyebrow “YOUR DRIVING ME HOME”. You ran towards your bike kicking the stand and biking back to your house hearing his groans and sighs in the distance. You got home and ran up the stairs head towards your closet trying to pick something to wear, it was still summer so you wanted to wear something nice but also flattering. Maybe your makeup could make up for the outfit; people would definitely look at you. You were eye catching, many people watched you from afar and were always so happy when you were around. You mostly got looks from your mom and attitude from your dad. You picked out a cute dress that had tiny floral details on it. You did some light makeup and put your hair into a ponytail with a ribbon making a bow. Next you slipped into some cute heels while grabbing your satchel and heading out. It was already getting dark out and you watched as John B’s van pulled up, you got in saying hi to everyone anxious to be at the bonfire. Y’all got there as you said hi to other pogue’s and kook’s. You, JJ, Sarah and Kie headed to the kegs; a few people were at. You and Sarah were conversing when she scoffed and rolled her eyes glaring at something above your head. “What are you doing here?” She said bitterly and you heard him. You haven’t seen him in a while, he barely was at Tammy Hill. You turn around your hair flipping over your shoulder. You saw the man’s eyes trailing from your hair to your eyes. You weren’t gonna deny Rafe Cameron was attractive, I mean a lot of people found themselves tripping over their own 2 feet trying to get his attention. “I was invited.” he responded to her while looking at you. “Ugh you better not start problems Rafe cause I swear” she sounded frustrated. You knew they had problems because Rafe did get into trouble a lot when it came to the pogue’s and Sarah claimed herself as one even though she was a kook just like her brother. He spoke up “Don’t you have a boyfriend to find Sarah?” He cocked his head to the side a bit of sarcasm dripped in his voice. She rolled her eyes and looked towards you “I’m gonna go, come find me if you need anything okay?” she smiled then flipped off her brother quickly departing. You quietly chuckled to yourself and grabbed another cup filling it with the light brown liquid. You watched as Rafe walk on the opposite side of the keg stands watching you pour beer into your cup. “Hi” he says. “Hi..” you laugh in return. “How are you?” He asks coming around to you pour beer into a cup of his own. Watching you. Your a little hesitant “I’m good, I haven’t seen you in a while” you smiled at him, “Family stuff”. He seemed like her didn’t wanna talk about it much. I understood a little bit given stuff that’s happened between his family. You took a sip of your beer looking at him. You wanted to know more about him,some people said that he never really had hardcore relationships; just kind of a one night stand. He was interesting his cold demeanor and they way he looked at you. Someone from far away could sense his presence it was stunning. He leaned against the stone wall next to the table wearing a tight dark blue shirt and some tan shorts. His toned frame peaking out and his muscles hard. He was peering to the other party goer’s. His eyes suddenly found yours as he caught you “ogling” him looking at the pretty ribbon in your hair. He suddenly spoke up “You did something with your hair.” You couldn’t tell if he was asking or just making a comment, you opened you mouth to respond but quickly cut you off saying “I like it.” You chuckled. “I didn’t think you noticed” you smiled at him. “I notice” he smirked and you blushed a bit. You didn’t know how close y’all were till he was inches from your face.

“See you around darlin.” He got off the wall and stalked away, leaving you for a loss of words.

(PART 2?????)

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bywhatitfedon · 13 days

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NEW CHARACTER(S) ALERT

These are faces I want rull bad but can't be patient enough to find them out in the wild organically so

READ UNDER THE CUT

NOTE: All of these characters will have sex with anyone--we just gotta know what we're working with. Y'know. For science. Because, in case you forgot: this is a smut blog. So they will want to do the sexings real good. Anyway. To quote William Shakespeare, "LET'S a-go!"

Maxine Tseng Early 30s Philanthropist Goes by "Max" or "Miss Mackson if ya nasty"

Mommy and Daddy made more money than they could ever spend before she was born and made even more after that. Suffice it to say, she's never wanted for anything nor needs to work. Instead she uses the money her parents gave her to get money from other people and help the less fortunate.

She thinks it's fun, helping people instead of making money. Not because she cares or whatever--yeah helping people is fine and all, but it's because other people with money get upset. You're only supposed to LOOK like you care. And she enjoys doing what she isn't supposed to.

It hasn't made for the best luck in relationships, but that's their fault: the moment they act like they've got her figured out, she dumps them.

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Katherine Johnston Mid-to-late 20s Currently unemployed Goes by "Katie" or "KJ"

Looking for something to make life interesting--because on top of being White and traditionally pretty and coming from a well-adjusted family, everything just comes easily to her. She's privileged, yes, but also brilliant and talented and athletic. If you don't hate her, you want to be her.

Which means she's really bored and might* get into trouble.

*She will. She will get into trouble.

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Kimiko Kirigaya Mid-to-late 20s Works in marketing for a Very Big Company Goes by "Kimi" to some or "Kiki" to even fewer

A "mistake" born nearly two decades after her older brother, Kimiko also lost her mother soon after she was born. Her brother, very close to their mother, all but abandoned Kimiko and her father after their mother's death. That meant Kimiko was essentially raised by a single father--and, even then, her father never really recovered fully from the stress of losing her mother and brother.

Suffice it to say, Kimiko's a bit of a control freak. Forced to be responsible from a young age, she has a hard time winding down. Even living a now-financially-stable life with a father who's actually enjoying life again, Kimiko needs help turning her own brain off and enjoying life--as opposed to just getting through it.

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Cameron Sinclair Late 20s Accounts Manager at a Big Advertising Firm Goes by "Cam" or "Sink"

Her parents very much wanted a boy, but Cameron never resented them for that, especially since beyond keeping the name they originally had in mind, they never tried to force her to behave one way or another. It did instill her with a sense of stubbornness, however, refusing to let matters drop when the reasons she wasn't allowed to do anything were less than satisfactory. She gained a reputation for being difficult, which she wore as a badge of honor.

She didn't seek friction, however: in fact, once the initial awkwardness passed (in school, in romance, in work, etc.) people found her very easy to work with. Basically, she has little patience for the arbitrary.

Except in her personal life: doing things just because can be fun--which leads to a rather adventurous sexual life.

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Josephine Curtis Early 30s Forensic Accountant for the Department of Justice Goes by "JoJo" or "Jeezy" because her initials are "JC" and her friends are very funny

Born to and raised by artists, Josephine had an unstructured, unusual upbringing. Absolutely mortified by her first contact with the real world, she lost whatever romantic ideals her parents had and studiously worked her way to a Very Serious Real Person Job™.

It wasn't that she hated the way her parents lived: she just couldn't imagine having every aspect of your life be so unpredictable. How they managed to raise her moderately well was something of a miracle, and she will always admire her parents for that. Now with one major part of her life as an anchor, she devotes the rest of her time and energy to getting the most out of life.

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Cherise Tomlinson Early 40s Chief Content Officer for a Multimedia Production Company Goes by "SeeSee" or "CT" or, in certain moods, Cherry

Born and raised in Hollywood, Cherise swore up and down she'd get out of the movie business and leave the noise behind.

And then she saw how good she was at it.

Her parents were very progressive in their raising of her, talking to and treating her like an adult from an early age. That definitely meant growing up was often difficult and strange but it also meant she heard everything from a family that had been in the business for the better part of a century.

To prove how good she was, however, when she set out to start her own company, she publicized every step of the way to avoid any allegations of nepotism. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it on her own.

And it worked: she's now one of the people in charge of a major Hollywood studio. Think closer to A24 or Blumhouse instead of Warner Bros. Discovery or Disney--except instead of pretentious Oscar bait or horror movies that go on for too long, she makes mid-budget genre pictures: horror, yes, but also science fiction, fantasy, action--and even some erotic content.

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The End.

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or is it?

#indie smut rp #ooc stuff #Are these test muses?#Who knows?#Aren't we *all* test muses in our own way?#Maybe the real test muses were the friends we made along the way.#What the fuck am I talking about

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mackenzielovee · 3 years

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Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

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our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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multifanficsblog · 2 years

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You’re the one that i love

sarah cameron xmalereader

give ideas for the next one please

Sarah was lost she didn't know what to do she was a pogue now and she loved it but the more and more she was with john b she didn't love to be a pogue firstly sarah and john b were in love and couldn't keep their hands off each other but now all they do is fight and she is done with it she misses the person she could go to when this happened to her

y/n Maybank JJ's older brother JJ and Y/n were best friends and brothers. Y/n was a year older and a lot different than JJ. Y/n was a brunette, and don't ask me how they are brothers even though they share a father but don't know who their mother is. Y/n was the more responsible of the two Maybank brothers. Y/n was smart and didn't do stupid shit like JJ did. Although Y/n could be a jerk at times or not give a shit about anything, he had a special place in his heart for the Pogues, and especially Sarah Cameron.

When Sarah was a full kook, he was the only one of the pogues who really talked to her, he didn't judge and that's why sarah found Y/n special sarah started to grow a type of feeling for Y/n she felt happy when he was around and would get all blushy when Y/n gave her a normal compliment about her or her outfit sarah didn't really love big things from someone she would always look for

when sarah finally joined the pogues he was happy but he always knew that sarah was one of them not a kook just a kook that was born to be a pogue but caged to do it

After that, Y/n and Sarah formed a strong bond; they were basically friends who were in love with each other but were too afraid to admit it after John B and Y/n and the Pogues discovered the gold. Y/n received the unfortunate news that he had to leave the outer banks to earn some money because his father was short on cash and couldn't pay anything, and jj was forced to provide from food because he didn't want his family to eat out of rotten can food or meat.

So he had to leave, and we all said our goodbyes, all of us upset. JJ and Sarah were the ones who were completely shattered. Sarah needed someone to talk to, and the right person was kie at the time. She told kie everything about her feelings for Y/n, and kie was shocked. Did sarah cameron confess her love to him to kie and sarah cameron with a pogue and maybank she didn't see that coming because she thought john n and sarah were together but she was all wrong .

After a year, Y/n returned and made a lot of money for his brother and his father, who was now in prison. Because he knew his friends would be there, Y/n drove to Kie's parents' restaurant, parked his motorcycle, and entered the restaurant.

His eyes searched for his friends, and there she was, the beautiful princess he had wished for this one year, Sarah Cameron, looking as beautiful as ever. He walked toward the 5 friends and leaned against the wooden door.

Y/n cleared his throat and looked around at his friends, who were all stunned.

Y/n: So, do any of you know this friend group that is looking for an older Maybank, or have they forgotten about him, he joked?

Except for Sarah, who was stunned, they all ran to Y/n and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. Y/n was taller and more muscular, and when she looked at him, she knew she was still completely in love with him.

When the pogues all drew back, they all looked at Sarah Y/n with raised eyebrows.

Y/n: sarah come on no hug for your favorite maybank he said sarah ran up to and jumped in his arms

kie: well, I guess she doesn't have to complain anymore, they all laughed

sarah: oh shut up kie, don't act like you're not letting jj bang your brains out, she said, shutting up the girl as jj laughed.

Y/n: So you guys finally happened, huh? I knew it, jj, I fucking knew you were in love with kie, he said, shaking jj while the girls laughed.

kie: are you going to ask him she whispered to sarah

sarah: yeah i think so she said in a thinking voice

kie : just ask him and talk outside he definitely loves you two babes she said and walked to jj

sarah: hey Y/n can we talk he nodded and they went outside on the pier

sarah: so I'll just say it Y/n okay I I just ehm she stumbled over her words Y/n took her hand in his.

Y/n: take your time. There is no need to rush. he said sweetly

Sarah: "I think I'm in love with you," she said. Y/n was stunned, and there was silence for what seemed like an eternity for Sarah.

Sarah: omg, I'm sorry, I'm stupid, just forget it, she said as she walked away until she was pulled into a bone crushing kiss of Y/n, she was shocked but kissed back, and her stomach filled with butterflies.

As they drew away, Y/n gazed lovingly at Sarah.

Y/n: I love you, Sarah Cameron, I've always loved you, he said, and she couldn't be happier.

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gyusfavlibra · 3 years

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THIS IS MY WORK! PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ON OTHER SITES/APPS!!!!

Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, hand job, sex in bathroom, language, jealousy, fighting, arguing.

Y/n and Sarah sat quietly on Kie's bed as they waited for Kiara to stop degrading the lavender dress she wore while standing in her large mirror. Mrs. Carrera coming through the door to make sure the girls were all dressed. "This is disgusting."

"I know it's just horrible."

"I'm asking you guys to just relax and go to a fun party."

"I look like a bourgeoisie pig."

"I think you look beautiful," y/n said while shrugging at Kie. She just gave a smile back to her, still hating the look no matter what compliments were given.

"Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?"

"Mom, people not three miles from her have no power, no running water, and we're going to Midsummers."

"That's so tone deaf."

"Y/n," the mother scolded at her niece. "Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island club?"

"Yeah, mom. How could I forget? You had to grovel for, like, ten years--"

"Twelve years, and we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough-"

"To keep up with the Joneses-"

"No, so you had the same experiences that I had as a child."

"But weren't parents as teens out, like partying, getting drunk, making out in the backseats of their cars at drive in movies," the cousin listed while putting her things in its bag. "Getting pregnant."

"That doesn't sound fun," Sarah added.

"Do you girls even know what the Island club is?"

"A factory farm."

"For debutantes," Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"It's a nice place, with nice people where you can do fun stuff."

"With out-of-touch rich people, while the island sinks slowly into the ocean."

"Water filling the poor's destructive lungs while the wealthy ones get away on million dollar boats."

Sarah sat quietly laughing on the comfy blanketed mattress. Mr. Cerrera sighed, saying one last thing before walking out. "Okay, I want you to put on your party face, girls, if you want to live."

"Did your mom just threaten to kill us?"

"Maybe. I think so," she nods as she turned around to the duo, fixing the flower crown that sat on her cousin's head. "You nervous to see Rafe."

"Why did you have to bring that up?"

"I was curious. I know it's only been two days, but-"

"Hey, he broke up with me. So if he wants to talk, that's in his duty. Not mine. I did nothing wrong."

Sarah got off the bed, swinging on it's pole. "Except flirt with JJ, or so he says."

"I was not...flirting with JJ. He has a crush on Kiara. I'd never."

"But Rafe doesn't know that."

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*flashback*

"What if she doesn't like it?"

"She'll love it. She's hippie."

Y/n and JJ sat on John B's porch, smoking a blunt. The girl was trying to help him do something nice for Kiara so JJ could ask her out without feeling weird. He's liked her for the longest and he was finally ready to tell her how she feels.

"Alright, now practice what you're gonna say."

Just as Y/n finished saying the statement, her own boyfriend, Rafe Cameron showed up. Standing behind them listening in.

"Okay, uh, hey I have to tell you something...uh important," the blonde began speaking, using hand gestures because of his nerves. "I really really like you. Like not like friends like, but I have feelings, uhm, strong feelings for you. Because you're like super hot, andnyou're like a really cool chick. So I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna...go out with me."

"Yes, t-"

"What the hell!"

The manly unknown voice shocked them both, their figures jumping at the sound because they thought they were alone.

"Rafe, what're you doing here?"

Y/n asked confusedly as she stood from the steps. The Kook just scoffed and walked back out. Ignoring her question. She shared a glance with JJ before going to follow after him.

"Hey! Where you going? What's wrong?"

"A pogue!? Y/n, seriously?!"

"What're you talking about?"

"You're cheating on me with a pogue?" He shouted. Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, looking at the unnecessary upset individual.

"What do you mean cheating? I'm not cheating on you. We were just talking."

"Bullshit. That's bullshit! I heard it all."

"Rafe, it's not like that. Jj was just-"

"I should've known better. I should've known," he fumed. His right foot swung to kick the dirt near his truck that he was so very close to getting into.

"Known what?"

"I should've never trusted a pogue. I knew something like this was gonna happen. You were just gonna throw me away like Sarah did, Topper. Right? Huh?"

"You sound ridiculous. I was never throwing you away. I was helping him out."

"Yeah, while you're at it. Might as well help sleep with him too."

Y/n scoffed, taking a step back from the angered boy who's brain had just functioned what he said. Part of him regretted it very much. But the other part thought you deserved it because of his cheating accusation.

He opened his vehicle door. Stepping one foot inside. "We're done."

The girl just laughed with held tears reaching for the openess. She turned around to head back inside as Rafe just drove off.

°°°°

"Hey, no tearing up today. Go to this stupid thing and show him that his little cheating accusation act didn't hurt you at all. You're stronger than that."

"Thanks, Kie."

The girls finished up their last minute touches. That includes sweeping their dresses with roller for no hair, any makeup redos, or hair finishes. The ride to the country club was quiet. Well, y/n was quiet.

This would be her first time seeing Rafe since their break up a three days ago. They've been doing everything in their mighty to avoid each other. And it definitely worked. But like her friend told her, she wasn't gonna get worked up. Letting Rafe see her weak was like telling him he was right about everything. But he wasn't.

"Jesus, Kook land."

"I forgot how packed this thing is every year."

"Well, let's go. I gotta walk out with my family."

The Cameron family walked out with their heads high and the Kook crowd cheered for each one. Y/n kept her eyes gazed to Kiara since they were in the middle of a conversation. Not caring if that family came in or not. That excludes Sarah.

Rafe watched from his spot by his dad, as they exited to outside. Breath hitched when he saw Y/n and her dress. It was a dark toned red, had tulle, and a revealing chest opening.

A red flower crown on her head, complimenting her beautiful down hair. She looked amazing and hot to Rafe. He had to clear his throat before excusing himself.

"Hey," the red dresses girl heard from beside her as a hand landed on her lower back. She removed it before her eyes retracted to theirs. Kie just pursed her lips before leaving to hangout with Sarah. Y/n internally screaming that she left her there.

"What do you want?"

"Uh, you look nice."

"Okay. Thanks. You don't too. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just saying hi."

"Bye."

"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you mad at me? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?"

"Why?"

"Because of what you did," he said with furrowed eyebrows. Y/n shrugged.

"I didn't do anything."

"Do- do you not remember what happened on the cut three days ago? The fight."

"You slut shaming me and accusing me of cheating with JJ. That? Yeah, I remember that."

"Accused? I heard you."

"Heard what exactly?"

"JJ, was telling you he liked you and thought you were a cool hippie chick, which you are not. You're not hippie. And then he asked you out and you said yes. As soon as I walked in."

Y/n stared at him blankly. Before bursting out laughing. A few guests behind them staring with a look that showed they weren't used to loud talkers or laugher. "Oh my god. You thought? Jesus that's absolutely hilarious."

"What is?"

"That you think- you think that JJ was confessing feelings to me. Whew that's rich."

"I heard it, Y/n."

"He wasn't confessing anything to me you shit head. He was practicing for when he asked out Kiara."

Rafe was confused. Majorly. Inside and out. "But she-"

"He likes Kiara. And she's my cousin. You think I'd really hurt anyone like that? How low of me do you think? Have fun at this party."

Y/n walked off to go look for her disappeared friends. Not wanting to spend another second in a spot with someone who was so rude over something he knew nothing about. Just assumed. Never asked.

As she walked down the corridors of the porch that many people stood on drinking, a hand grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. Her eyes fixated on the blonde in a black tux and a bow tie.

"Holy shit, JJ. You scared me. What're you doing here?" She asked as she hugged him.

"Well, Sarah somehow convinced her dad to let me in tonight to hangout with Kie."

"Have you seen her?"

"I was just looking for her myself. C'mon. She's probably inside."

She grabbed his hand. Pulling him inside. They found Kie just minutes later with Pope. He was working the grill with his dad. Sarah was getting raided by Topper about their own stupid shit. Y/n decided to go get herself a drink and maybe find someone to dance with.

The straw rested on her lips as she stood against the porch railing. Gazing over all the people who say around laughing, probably bragging about their money, summer vacations, their older kids getting into a good college. Typical kook things.

Her eyes focused on a specific couple talking off to the side. Her eyes burning a whole in the back of Rafe's head as he tried to flirt up a storm with some Kook she didn't know whatsoever.

Her body was fuming. Was Rafe really gonna sit in front of her and flirt with a whole other girl that isn't her. Just a few days after their breakup. It's like he's trying to play victim. And she's had it.

"Hey, Sancho. Lassie."

The brunette Rafe was talking up a storm to laughed. "I'm sorry who are you?"

"Oh, you gonna introduce me to your side piece here?"

"Would you stop? We're just talking."

"Talking? Yeah, okay," Y/n laughed. The girl just looked at her dazed. "Hi, I'm his girlfriend. Y/n. And you, yeah you're excused."

Rafe was truly enjoying this scene. Internally rooting for Y/n. He wasn't gonna object to that fact that she called herself his girlfriend. Because now that he knew the truth, it changed his perspective.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I already told you. Wh- can you not hear correctly?"

"He said he was single so, why-"

"He lied. So, you can go away now- Rafe. Let's go. We need to talk."

"What're you his mother now?" The rando questioned. Y/n turned to her and gripped her face.

"If you wanna keep these teeth, then I suggest you stop talking. Go find somebody else's boyfriend to mack on."

She dragged Rafe by his hand into the upstairs private bathroom. Locking the door behind her. "What're you doing?"

"Just having a friendly conversation. There a problem?"

"You were flirting, Rafe. That was flirting," she paced. Hand against her for head.

"Like you're any better. You lied to me."

"I've never lied about anything."

"You said JJ liked Kiara."

"Yeah. He does."

"Then why is he holding your hand, hugging you, and leaving inside with you instead of the girl he supposedly likes," Rafe argued. Gripping onto the large counter.

"Rafe, I grabbed his hand and brought him inside to find Kiara. And I hugged him because I was happy for my friend. God, Rafe how many times do I have to tell you that I am not cheating on you."

"It's kind of hard to believe that shit when I keep seeing things with my own eyes."

"Then stop assuming and come ask me. Jesus, do you not trust me or something. Because I trust you. Anytime I hear that you're at a party doing lines with hot blonde's next to you, I brush it off because I know you'd never. Why can't you just do that for me."

Rafe stood from his seat. Pinching the bridge of nose. The guilty conscience grazed through his mind as he listened to her words. He had issues with trust and with others, but he knew it wasn't a reason to take it out on the only person who's loved him for him.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. You're right. I should trust you. Just like you trust me. I'll work on it. I promise."

"Don't promise me that. Just show me that you love me just as much."

The words clicked. He did love her. And he cared about her. More than anyone in this world. And he wanted to show her. In the most physical way possible.

"C'mere."

"Why?"

"Just c'mere," he repeated as he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled, but Rafe's grip kept her in place. He moved his face closer to hers, lips almost touching as they grazed against each other.

He used the hand placed on her waist to grip the fabric of her dress. Pulling it upwards. Her breath hitched as he hand snaked under the red tulle and right onto her now soaking core. His pointy finger swept across the waistband of her panties.

Y/n wasn't expecting this as the outcome from their miniature argument but she wasn't complaining. And neither was Rafe.

He pushed her underwear down as much as he could from their position, before going back to her walls and making circular motions. Rafe finally closer the space, kissing her lips practically roughly as he continued rubbing her.

He kept a firm hand on her waist to make sure she had a gripping support if he legs gave out, which they indeed will. The motions stopped as Y/n pulled her lips away from his. Rafe stared at her daring eyes, questioning if she wanted his to continue.

"Put them inside me," she whispered. The Cameron smirked before obliging to her demand. He stuck to fingers into her wet cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he did so. Pumping them in and out of her. Y/n rubbed her hand against the erection in his dress pants.

"You like that, yeah?"

She nodded as the locked her lips. Not being able to speak because knowing if she did, she let out a loud moan and even at this club would hear.

She unbuckled his pants, putting her handninside to grip his penis and pump it as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The hand he held to her waist was now gripped on her neck, gently. Y/n clenched around his fingers. Feeling her high come close. "Dont stop."

Rafe began pumping faster just as Y/n did so. The teens were so horny that they were both already reaching their extent. Rafe's shaft twitched in her hand. "I'm cumming."

"Do it for me."

That's all it took for Y/n to finish. And Rafe too. His liquids filling her hands as they both let out moans due to their intense actions. In one swift motion, Rafe snaked a hand around Y/n's waist turning then so she was against the counter. Her pulled the straps of her dress of her shoulders, leaving kisses as he did so before connecting his lips to hers.

Her pulled his tuxedo jacket off him. Snapping the bowtie off as well. Y/n moaned at the tluchnof his hands on her breast. Massaging them in his hands over the fabric of her strapless bra.

Y/n unbuttoned the spots on his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Rafe stop his gripping motions and pulled down his pants and boxers. He sat her up on the counter. Her bare ass connecting to the coldness of the marble designed setting.

Rafe rubbed his tip against her fold once or twice before pushing himself into her. Not giving a warning, but Y/n loved the suddeness. Y/n let a moan into his next as he began thrusting his hips. The girl gripping her black painted nails into his back.

Rafe's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Enjoying the feelings of Y/n's cunt wrapped around him.

"You like that?"

"Yes, god yes."

Y/n sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Each moan and huff she exposed in his earn make his whole body shiver. Rafe let out a grunt before answering. She clenched her walls around his dick. The dirty blonde groaned slamming into her body. "Do it again."

She did so. Clenching around around the boy as he slammed into her again. This time, hitting the spot that made her whole body go insane. "Tell me I'm yours."

"You're mine."

A moan escaped her lips after he said what she had wanted. Her hand smacked down onto the edge of the sinks counter. Grilling onto it for dear life. "Tell me it again."

The feeling of her finishing was fastly approaching. As well as for Rafe. The moans she let out made his go over the edge as he fucked her hard. "Tell me, Rafe."

"You're fucking mine, ah-"

Each of them let out a loud moan as they finished. Covering each others mouths. There shouldn't be anyone upstairs but for precautions they covered either way.

Rafe's head fell forward onto her chest. Taking large breaths as y/n did too. "Shit, y/n."

The Cameron pulled out of her. Helping her get redressed and cleaned just after he did himself.

"You're still on the pill right?" He asked as he zipped his pants.

"Yeah. It's fine," she smiled up at his 6'4 figure. Rafe reached down to kiss her passionately.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you, too."

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jj-babebank · 3 years

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Room 107 // chapter III // JJ Maybank (smut)

This story picks up where season 2 leaves us.

TW: May contain mentions of drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, sex and violence.

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS CAN BE FOUND HERE: one ; two

Chapter 3 - La Ganga

Samara’s hand was still resting on JJ’s knee as her eyes sultrily bored into his, waiting for his response. JJ’s head was spinning in a thousand different directions, trying to assess what exactly was going on. The main issue he had with this whole ordeal was that she didn’t in fact invite him over because she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. The sad truth, as JJ came to realise, was that this annoyingly attractive girl had simply overheard him boasting to his friends about the gold that they had found, and respectively lost, and now she wanted a piece of that instead. JJ sighed loudly. As much as he hated to admit that this was a bad idea, he pushed that thought very far to the side and tried to negotiate with the part of his brain that didn’t think logically, which in his case was the dominating one. What exactly could he lose here? The chances of them finding the Royal Merchant gold were extremely low, to the point where they were almost non-existent. This girl was voluntarily offering to help them find it, and she was also willingly to let them stay in her family’s hotel for free until further notice. How JJ saw this was extremely straight-forward and simple - Samara asks for part of the gold, Samara offers her help in return for the gold, JJ accepts said offer and lets her help, growing closer to her in the meantime, seducing her and eventually winning her over, so that even they don’t find the actual treasure, she realises that the real treasure was right there with her all along, at it wore worn down biker boots and went by the name of JJ Maybank. Yep, that sounded like a great plan, one of his best plans yet, if he did say so himself. He looked down at Samara’s hand still on his knee, a ball of excitement growing in his stomach just at the sight of it being there, then he looked up at her face, twisting the corners of his thin lips into a smirk. “You have yourself a deal, gorgeous,” he said, his confidence suddenly returning to his body. The old JJ senses were coming back headfirst and he was feeling great about it. Samara smiled in return, raising her glass for a toast, “To working together,” JJ clinked his glass with hers, sending her a wink, “To working with each other,” The pair sat in silence for a moment, JJ mostly admiring the girl sitting next to him, before she broke the silence, “Where did you say you were from, JJ?” “We never got to that part, actually,” he answered, glad that Samara was taking interest in him, “I’m from a place called the Outer Banks, more specifically Kildare. It’s in North Carolina, right by the coast.” He explained, painting an imaginary picture of what he was saying with his hands, "You know, prior to ending up here, which was a total coincidence by the way, the furthest I’d been from Kildare was Charleston. I, uh, I haven’t really been anywhere.” Samara was studying his face while he was talking. She had asked him a simple question and was expecting a simple answer, yet this boy could just seemingly not stop talking. She couldn’t decide whether it was annoying, or strangely endearing. She almost felt bad for having to shut him up to change the topic to what she had actually called him over for, “So tell me about this gold,” Lucky for her, JJ didn’t seem to mind her direct approach to the change of subject, instantly going into another story - the one that interested her the most. “Funny you ask,” he said enthusiastically, taking a rather big sip of his wine, “So as I said, I’m from the Outer Banks. Let me describe the OBX to you - it’s an odd place, you see, a place much like any other in the sense that it’s divided into rich and poor, however that divide is a suuuuper big deal to us. You’ve got the rich and elite bastards called the Kooks, and you’ve also got the not so lucky ones who work for them - the Pogues. Me and those guys you so kindly invited into your home, are, well, were Pogues. Except for Sarah, she was rich-rich.” There it was again - JJ getting completely side-tracked in his own thoughts, talking about irrelevant to the topic of conversation things.

Samara somehow found it entertaining and she wasn’t particularly bothered by it so she just let him speak, hoping that he’d eventually get to the point. “- so one day, it turned out that John B’s old man was dead, although he’d left behind all these clues and well, one thing lead to another, we found the gold, except we weren’t the only people looking for it, obviously,” Bingo, there it was - the gold. Samara knew this was her cue to focus, “- so when we were finally within touching distance of the gold and the cross - boom - we threw ourselves of the ship to dodge getting totally killed, and, well, here we are.” JJ wrapped up his story, leaning back into the couch and sighing contently with what he believed to be a great short summary of what had happened to him and his friends, finishing the rest of his wine. Samara frowned as she did the same, “Hold that thought,” she said, standing up and disappearing into the diner for a brief moment, before coming back with a bottle of the infamous whiskey from earlier, it had just enough contents to fill up one more glass each. JJ smirked at the sight of her when she sat back down next to him and she frowned dramatically, “What? I thought this called for something a bit stronger.” JJ didn’t protest as the pretty brunette refilled their wine glasses with the harder liquor, “I have a cousin up in Daytona,” she said as matter-of-factly, “He owns a motel in the Holly Hill area. We can crash up there while we head up north. We’ll leave first thing Thursday morning, before my aunt and cousin come back. I’ll make sure we have everything we need by then, we have just enough time.” “Why are we heading up north?” JJ looked puzzled, “And how many cousins with hotels do you have?” “Seeing as we know virtually nothing about where these people were heading, the most logical thing that we can do is go back to the Outer Banks and try finding out as much as we can from there. There must be someone who knows.” The more she spoke, the more it made sense to JJ. Ward would have made sure to erase all of his traces by now, Rafe would have tried his best to follow in his father’s footsteps, however there was one member of the Cameron family who was, for the lack of a better word, messy. And that was Wheezie Cameron, Sarah’s younger sister. JJ was sure that Ward would have changed all of their phone numbers, if they were even still allowed to have a phone, however the thought of Wheezie Cameron totally removing herself from social media was by far absurd to JJ. He was sure that they would be able to somehow trace her even without having to go all the way back to the OBX, but before they could do that, this was their only option. Samara had turned out smarter than he had made her out to be initially. She was cunning, generous and helpful, all traits that JJ never thought he’d find this attractive in a woman. Hell, up until now he’d never even looked for any traits in women beyond their physical appearance, yet here he was - a changed man. “You, miss,” he pointed at her with the hand he held his wine glass in, “Are a genius. Has anyone ever told you that?” Samara snickered, although she couldn’t help the slight blush that was painting itself across her tanned cheeks, “Don’t push your luck too much, JJ, we’ve only just met,” she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, almost appearing shy for a split second. This didn’t go unnoticed by JJ and he took it as a green light to scoot a bit closer to her, to the point where their faces were inches apart. He couldn’t help but breathe her scent in, and boy did she smell alluring, her perfume heavy and somewhat oriental, at least that’s how JJ would describe it. It reminded him of all the times he’d served tables down on Figure Eight and rich Kook girls would walk past him, leaving behind a scent of expensive designer perfume. Samara almost reminded him of a rich Kook girl, she looked so well put together and so on top of her shit. Good thing they weren’t in the OBX anymore, otherwise his friends would grill him for breaking the one promise he had made to himself

long, long ago - never getting with a Kook. Except she wasn’t a Kook, they weren’t in the OBX and much to his dismay - him and her were hardly getting with each other. He realised that winning Samara over would take time, and lucky for him, he had all the time in the world. Finding Ward and the gold would take a while and he was up for an adventure, especially since it included this gorgeous young lady. He studied her some more. Her skin looked so soft, and so did her lips - so soft, so inviting. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, shaped like almonds, and the way she batted her luscious lashes almost made her seem like she was keeping a number of dark and dangerous secrets. JJ knew that deep down she saw something in him, too. She just needed the right push to admit it. A stray strand of her hair fell in her face and before she could react, JJ gently tucked it away behind her ear, taking his time when his fingers met her face. He let them linger there for a second before pulling his hand away. “Thanks,” was all that she could say. “Don’t mention it,” he said gently, “We’re gonna be partners after all, we’ve gotta help each other out, right?” Samara almost rolled her eyes at the sound of JJ referring to them as ‘partners’, but she withheld from it. Something about this boy was very endearing to her, in a lost puppy type of way, and she didn’t want to admit it, but she didn’t entirely dislike his company. Au contraire, it had been a while since she had had someone around. This didn’t seem all bad to her - she would go for a little adventure, make some friends, and if all goes to plan, she’ll come home with a bag full of gold. Hell, if she felt frisky enough she could even JJ the time of day once or twice - no strings attached, of course. He seemed keen enough, that much she knew. And she had never been with anyone in that way before, much to everyone’s disbelief. She wasn’t going to tell him that, of course, especially not now. Perhaps it was the alcohol speaking, but she suddenly found him so attractive. He was her usual type - seemed like the local bad boy back home, the one who didn’t abide by the rules and got himself in trouble more often than not - and only God knew just how much Samara liked the bad boys. His fingers, although rough and calloused, left the softest touch, and she was ashamed to admit she wished he’d left them there for a moment longer. She crossed her legs and sat up straighter, trying to regain her composure. She knew she’d had enough to drink. She couldn’t do this here, especially not tonight, not in her aunt’s hotel. She knew that if she didn’t call quits to the night now, things might get ugly and she didn’t want to lose her composure with JJ yet. “Shall we?” She said, trying her hardest to sound as confident and unfazed as she could, “Head to bed I mean,” She quickly added, mentally kicking herself for not clearing it up and potentially giving JJ the wrong idea. Judging by the growing smirk on the boy’s face she realised she’d just dug herself a hole. “I thought we’d only just met, Miss La Guardiana,” he winked, standing up and offering his hand to help her up. She accepted it and turned on her heel towards the stairs as soon as she was on her feet, sassily flipping her hair as she did so. JJ followed after her, smirk only growing as they walked up the stairs and into the hallway to their respective rooms. When they reached JJ’s room, they both stopped, Samara leaning against the wall. “Fill your friends in on our plan so far,” she said, “About heading up to Daytona, I mean. I’ll take care of everything else until then.” JJ raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure what she meant by ‘everything else’. She noticed his confusion and decided to clear it up, “I’ll sort out some clothes for all of you, food is on the house, we’ll also need some cash so…” she eyed JJ up and down, an idea forming in her head, “Perhaps you could be useful while we’re still here and work for it, I’m thinking… waiter?” JJ almost laughed, “Baby girl, you name it - I’ve probably done it. Back home, there isn’t a job I

haven’t worked, just to make enough to put food on the table. Besides, serving food and drinks is the least I could do to repay your kindness,” his eyes darkened as he took a step closer to Samara. His face was getting dangerously close to hers, never breaking eye contact, “It’ll be my pleasure to work for you, miss La Guardiana,” Samara held her ground, trying to keep her cool as much as she physically could. On the inside, she was on fire. “Likewise, mister Kildare,” she whispered, inching her body closer to JJ’s; she wanted to push his buttons as far as she could in the moment. They stood there in silence for a moment; they didn’t need to say anything - their eyes were doing all the talking. JJ couldn’t keep his eyes off Samara’s lips, though when he finally gave in and leaned forward, the girl took a sudden step backwards towards her room, leaving him breathless. “Make sure you wake all of your friends up early tomorrow,” she simply said, “You didn’t think you’d be the only one who’d have to work for a living around here did you? “ she faked a grimace, still stepping backwards towards her room, “Meet me tomorrow in the lobby at 8. We’ve got work to do,” she stopped in front of her door, pressing her key into the lock, “Oh, and JJ?” Her door clicked open, “I really enjoyed tonight. Looking forward to our next date. Goodnight,” with that, she was gone. Did she say date? JJ stood in the hallway for a moment before going into his room. He couldn’t hide the grin on his face even if he wanted to. Samara totally had a thing for him and he couldn’t wait to dive into this new adventure - the gold being the last thing on his mind, because maybe, just maybe, Samara wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

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maybankiara · 4 years

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IF I SAY A CLICHE (IT’S CAUSE I MEAN IT)

pairing: Pre-Canon!Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

summary: Despite knowing his name, or perhaps in spite of it, Y/N only ever calls him Rafael, even as he goes above and beyond to get her to go out with him. (Especially as he does that.) -- loosely based off Noora x William from SKAM

w/c: 6.3k

a/n: @snkkat suggested this like three months ago and i recently remembered this and wrote it in two sessions. this is a lil baby of mine and i adore it with all my heart and i really hope y’all enjoy it, too!

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‘Hey.’

It takes Rafe Cameron three years to notice you. When you moved to the Outer Banks, to the outskirts of what the locals called Figure Eight (‘Without a doubt, the prettiest, most extravagant part of the island,’ said your dad), you built your way out of nothing. It was a fresh start – new school, new friends, new opportunities.

And obviously, new assholes who think they’re all that in high school.

Rafe Cameron is, easily, the worst of the crop.

It’s your third year of high school when you’re walking down the staircase in the northern wing of the Robert Cooke Academy, and Rafe Cameron intercepts your way.

He’s all gelled hair, preppy-boy clothing that consists of a muted-yellow polo and black trousers, and a grin that somehow encompasses his entire personality.

You raise a single eyebrow. ‘Hello?’

‘You’re Y/N, right?’

‘Yes, I am, Rafael.’

The thing with boys like Rafe is that they’re easy to know. You didn’t have to look at him twice to see he thinks of himself as the prince of the school—the island, actually—and that just about every person who lives and breathes in the Outer Banks knows exactly who he is. Not long after that, you heard some talk of Rafe constantly giving those “filthy pogues” from the south side of the island what they deserve. He’d show up to school with bruises and stitches, but never without a smug look that’s just as prominent than the injuries themselves.

You hear your friends move behind you, letting some people pass. Rafe doesn’t budge, and you don’t either.

His eyes search yours with the same crook in his smile. ‘It’s Rafe.’

‘That’s what I said,’ you state. ‘Rafael.’

The look he gives you is puzzled. He stares, just for a moment, and then you push yourself past him without another word. Your friends follow suit but he doesn’t, which you consider a good thing – Rafe isn’t used to girls not falling at their knees around him.

When you’re finally away from the staircase, leaving him behind, your friends ask you about the whole ordeal. They don’t ask much—they know you’re not someone keen on whatever the social hierarchy of the school is supposed to be—but they ask why you decided to consistently call him the wrong name.

A teacher enters the classroom and the talks turned into hushed conversations. You turn around in your chair with it letting out the tiniest squeal, and smile at your friends sitting beside you. ‘I just thought he’d hate it if I called him by the wrong name.’

‘He’s going to hate you,’ one of your friends deadpans.

‘And therefore leave me alone.’

The teacher calls on your for talking, so you get your attention back to the class, instead. Contrary to what might be the popular belief, you don’t really think about Rafe. What you did was what you thought necessary to keep him away from you.

Boys don’t like girls who poke at their ego.

Except.

Except Rafe does.

When he approaches you two days later, it’s in the corridor of school where you’ve never seen him before (‘Which means one thing and one thing only – he was looking for you’, your friend concludes later).

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, pretending not to see him even when nearly every head around you is turned towards him. You clutch your books close to your chest, getting ready to return them to your locker for the lunch break, when he steps in your way.

Again, you raise an eyebrow. Your back shivers at all the eyes staring at you, now.

Rafe gives you a fox-like smile. ‘Hi, Y/N.’

‘Get out of my way, Rafael.’

The corridor stirs, or so it seems.

An exasperated sigh comes from the boy in front of you, yet he looks as sure of himself as ever. ‘You know it’s Rafe.’

You cock your head to the side, eyebrows furrowing. ‘Is it?’

Rafe laughs, for the first time, and it’s a sound that somehow fills the space between the two of you. You tell yourself Rafe is just a boy, but it doesn’t ring true this time.

His eyes drill into yours for a long moment. ‘Go out with me.’

‘Ha! Not gonna happen.’

You pull your shoulders back, straighten your spine, raise your chin and step around the boy with ease. He’s quick to react, though, so it’s less than a second later that your hear heavy steps catching up to yours. His presence at your side is something that takes a lot of effort to ignore.

‘Have lunch with me, then.’

People stare. You ignore them, too, and take a turn into the corridor that leads to the cafeteria. ‘That’s not going to happen, either. I’m having lunch with my friends.’

‘Fine,’ says Rafe, and you have to repeat the word in your head to be certain you’ve heard it correctly.

‘Fine?’

‘Yeah, fine,’ he reaffirms. ‘What, were you hoping for a different answer?’

Part of you wants to admit that you thought he’d put up a fight, keep you entertained even for a bit (no, you tell yourself, i’m not looking to rafe cameron for entertainment!), but you keep your lips pressed tight as you look him up and down.

The smile you give him is sour, far from reaching your eyes. ‘Not in a million years, Rafael.’

‘Rafe,’ he says again.

‘Mhm.’

You reach the cafeteria and he is still at your side, but you ignore him. That is, until you feel a hand clasp your arm and bring you to a halt – firm and decisive. It’d take a fool not to know who it is.

When you turn around, there’s a question on your lips, but an answer already falling from his, ‘Go out with me.’

‘I said that’s not happening.’

‘If I buy you lunch?’

‘You can buy me lunch,’ you say, ‘but I won’t have it with you.’

‘Fine.’

All you do in response is quirk an eyebrow at him, arms crossed at your chest. He’s still holding onto it, and when he finally lets go, you feel cold where his hand once was.

Rafe smiles at you and, surprisingly, it’s a smile with charm and no cockiness. ‘What do you want?’

With only the slightest bit of hesitation, you tell him your order for the day. It’s more than you’d usually take—some of it is for your friends, too—but he doesn’t seem to care, even if he notices. He tells you he’d bring it to your table and you join your friends who, naturally, have about a million questions.

The two of you weren’t particularly unnoticeable with your conversation.

You’ve got no answers of substance, though, because the story repeats itself – Rafe Cameron asks you out and you deny him.

True to his words, about two minutes later, the blond arrives to your table, tray in hand. ‘For you.’

‘Thanks, Rafael! You can go now.’

Rafe places the tray in front of you, hands firm and steady. You don’t even look at him, continuing to talk to your friends instead, but you do feel the air whoosh around you as he turns and leaves, without a word.

You snack on the fries as if nothing just happened. When your friends ask, you pretend it was nothing.

It wouldn’t be a lie if you said that you never intended on communicating with the school’s half-official (if all those football trophies are saying anything) king. He’s not looking for a queen – if the rumours you hear are half as true, his bed is warmer like this, anyway.

One of your friends accuses you of playing mind games with him in an effort to make him fall for you, and you nearly flip out. ‘Rafe Cameron is a misogynistic, self-obsessed, narcissistic pig. I’d rather go out with an actual pig than him.’

Your friends let it go, because you sound convincing enough, but you can’t seem to let it go anymore. On your way home, you tell yourself you have every right to feel no guilt or remorse for the way you act towards him – you tell yourself he’s never shown you to be anything other than the person you think him to be.

But then – he bought you lunch, knowing he’d be getting nothing out of it.

maybe that’s the plan. lull me into believing him to want nothing and then have me give him everything.

The thought is annoying enough that you get on Instagram when you get home, finding yourself scrolling down his feed. Friends, football, family, travels. His tagged is worse, though – mostly partying, him with a variety of girls as his arm candy.

Your phone ends up thrown on your bed with a little too much force.

This is it, you tell yourself, no more thinking about Rafe.

It lasts until morning, anyway. He catches you on your way into the Academy, relentless at your side.

‘So,’ begins Rafe, ‘misogynistic, self-obsessed, narcissistic pig.’

Your heart sinks into your stomach and your blood runs cold – you’d never meant for him to hear that. But you keep walking as if his words can’t touch you, even if you have to stuff your hands into your pockets to keep the embarrassment from showing. ‘I wasn’t wrong.’

‘You were.’

‘Interesting theory.’

The two of you pass through the entrance. People are looking, again, without even hiding it anymore. You wonder what they are saying, whispering when neither of you are within earshot. Do they think you’re a slut, just one of Rafe’s conquers? Do you think you’re an ice-cold bitch? Do they think you’re stuck up, or doing the right thing?

Maybe they don’t notice, you find yourself hoping. The moment Rafe decided to start talking to you, you lost any semblance of anonymity you might’ve had before.

He smells like a fancy cologne, you realise. A mountain forest with a sprinkle of something from the sea.

‘Let me prove you I’m none of that.’

‘Not happening.’

He steps in front of you, making you stop. ‘Go out with me, one time, and if you still hate me, I’ll never bother you again.’

You ponder for a hot second, shifting weight from one foot to another. ‘I don’t hate you. I don’t care about you enough for that, Rafael.’

Rafe’s neck tenses just the slightest bit, and you think that maybe you’d finally found something that does put him off. But then he relaxes, lips stretch into a comfortable smile, and he shrugs. ‘All I’m asking for is one date.’

‘And you never talk to me again,’ you clarify.

‘If that’s what you’ll want.’

‘Fine.’

‘Fine?’

The smile you give him is coy. ‘Were you hoping for a different answer, Rafael?’

He shakes his head. Against your will, you notice that he looks far more relaxed than before, and you aren’t as indifferent to noticing that as you’d told yourself you’d be.

‘Not in a million years.’

For a moment, you try to figure out if quoting one another to one another is cringe, and then you give up, because you already know the answer.

It should be yes.

But it is this: he notices. He pays attention.

So you let out the tiniest of sighs. ‘Friday, six o’clock.’

‘I’ll pick you up at yours.’

‘You know where I live?’

‘No,’ he says, ‘but I’m guessing you’ll text me your address.’

Rafe puts out a hand and you know what he’s meaning. The bell rings as you’re taking your phone out of your pocket, signalling the start of the first period that you’ll most likely be late to.

He saves his number to your contacts and you put it back, already on your way.

Naturally, he’s quick to fall into step with you. ‘You’re not going to text me the address?’

‘Not giving you my number before I need to.’

You stop in front of a classroom and peek through the small window on the door to ensure the teacher hasn’t arrived yet. When you glance at Rafe, your hand on the doorknob, he’s smiling.

‘Whatever you want, Y/N.’ He takes a step back, just about beaming, and you do your best to ignore the feeling in the pit of your stomach. ‘See you Friday!’

‘Whatever, Rafael.’

He blows you an air kiss as he walks away and you bite your lip to prevent yourself from smiling. When you finally get into the class, mere seconds before your teacher, you spend most of it thinking about none other than Rafe Cameron himself.

At the end of the day, you’re just human, and he is just another hot guy. It’s human nature to feel things for people you don’t necessarily want to. And, to be fair – aside from being slightly annoying and fairly inconvenient, Rafe has been nothing but a gentleman to you.

No one has ever bought you something without expecting anything in return. And fair enough, it could be argued that Rafe did expect you to eventually agree to him asking you out—which you did—but he couldn’t know for sure.

And, despite what you might be saying, you like the attention from him. You like feeling seen.

Monday to Friday passes with occasional glances, bare conversations. Rafe approaches you several times, buys you lunch every day and brings it to your table without hesitation. You hear what people begin to say – how they begin to call him “pussy whipped”.

The bell rings just as you’re about to deny the rumour, and you’re quite literally saved by the bell. You get into the classroom unable to believe you were just about to defend Rafe Cameron, and it’s only Thursday.

If he knows, you don’t notice. The rumours—about the both of you—simmer down to whispers by Friday afternoon, and when Rafe brings you lunch this time, there’s a note on it.

You look gorgeous, it reads. I can’t wait for tonight. – Rafe

There was no need for him to sign it but he did, and when you glance at him, inadvertently, you catch him looking at you.

Rafe smiles, and you return it.

When the last bell rings, you text him your address. Your friends don’t know about the date – if they knew, they wouldn’t let you live it down for the entire week. What they know is that Rafe kept trying to do something with you. Whether it meant to sleep with you or marry you, didn’t matter.

Not like you know either, anyway.

Rafe shows up at six on the dot, driving a car that you’re not sure if it’s his dad’s or his own. Could be either. He opens the door for you, lets you decide the music, and tells you he’s not letting you know where he’s taking you.

‘If you kill me,’ you say, ‘my friends know where I am.’

‘They don’t.’

‘How would you know?’

‘I know you’re embarrassed of being seen with me,’ he says quietly, ‘and I know you wouldn’t tell them we’re on a date right now.’

You manage to stop an apology right just as it’s about to fall from your lips, innocent and all too earnest. You don’t want to be sorry for keeping this a secret, even if Rafe’s done you no wrong.

He pulls up at a hill, in the heart of the island. There’s a bench right in front of you, no streetlights in sight. If he wanted to murder you, he couldn’t have found a better spot.

Rafe pulls the handbrake. Turns off the car. Looks at you with a look in his eyes that you can’t read.

‘I’m not expecting anything,’ he tells you, as if it were a secret. ‘Just so you know. If you leave still not caring, then… I guess that’s the way things are.’

There’s nothing you could say to that, so you say nothing. He leaves the car and goes to sit on the bench. For a few excruciating moments, you remain in the car, until your curiosity gets the best of you.

Fresh air feels like water on a hot day. You wrap your jacket around you tighter, aware of Rafe’s back turned to you. He’s facing the town, instead – from where you are, you can see the entire island. The lit-up Figure Eight and the faded-away Cut all the same.

The moment you sit down, Rafe looks at you. His expression is the one of quiet relief – as if he didn’t think you’d join him.

He notices you shivering. ‘I have coffee in the car.’

‘It’s nearly seven o’clock.’

‘So no? I’ve got tea, too.’

‘Tea would be nice.’

Rafe comes back a minute later, two cups and a thermal one in hand, as well as a blanket. He sets the cups on the bench and places the blanket on your shoulders, gently, with far more care than you’d think him possible. He pours tea into a cup and hands it to you, then pours some more into his own.

You’re surprised that he isn’t talking. You can hear the crickets in the distance, and some birds chirping away, too.

The calm is odd. Peaceful, if you dare say so.

‘You like the view?’

You nod. ‘It’s quite pretty.’

‘Yeah, it is.’ He lets out a shaky breath, resting his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. ‘I come here when shit gets tough.’

A chuckle passes your lips before you stop it. Rafe doesn’t look at you, but you see him tense. It feels wrong, so you clear your throat and ask, ‘Tense?’

He glances at you, but doesn’t speak for a while. You can’t tell if he’s gathering his thoughts or gauging whether you’re worth it or not. If you were him, you wouldn’t know what to decide about the latter.

The blanket around your shoulders is warm, so you wrap it around yourself more tightly, taking a sip from the cup in your hands.

‘Why do you think I’m a misogynist?’ he asks. ‘I get the others, but…’

You take your gaze away from him. The street lights look like little fallen stars, and you try to search for an answer within them – an answer to a question you’re still too afraid to ask.

‘Is it because I sleep around?’

‘Maybe,’ you say. He’s putting you on the spot and you haven’t got the answers he’s looking for, either. ‘You’re always with others girls, and you just let them throw themselves at you, like you don’t care about them. Like you use them and leave.’

‘When I sleep with a girl, she knows what she’s getting herself into,’ he explains. The words seem to fill out his mouth and come forth slowly, as if carefully weighted. ‘None of them expect anything more than a one-night stand. And it’s not my fault they throw themselves at me – the least I can do is give them what they want.’

‘So it’s all on them.’

‘Yes.’

‘You’re never the one pursuing them.’

‘No,’ he says. ‘When I’m pursuing someone, it looks like this.’

Gentle, you think. Quiet.

Two words you’d never connect to Rafe Cameron. Not until seeing him at the top of this hill, leaning over the Outer Banks, a warm cup of tea in hand, looking ready to pour his heart out to you. Ask and I’ll answer, it’s as if he’s saying.

You glance at him and for the first time, you think about him without stopping yourself. You wonder how much of who he is, is a front – the bad boy, the desirable one. There’s no doubt that he’s enjoying it, but how much of it is he working for himself? How much effort goes into keeping up the image?

If half of what he’s saying is the truth, then he’s just entertaining what people already think of him.

does that make a difference?

You’d like to think it doesn’t. He still sleeps around, then doesn’t look at them twice. He still pesters you, can’t take no for an answer, basically throwing you an ultimatum in order to get you to go out with him.

does it make a difference?

‘Does it make a difference?’

Rafe turns to you and holds your gaze. Even under the dim shine of a new moon, you can see the pandemonium inside it – he’s trying to find the answer to the very same question.

He sighs, then lets his head fall down. ‘I was hoping you’d be able to tell me that.’

‘Is that why you wanted me to come here?’

‘No,’ he says, no louder than a whisper. ‘I just wanted someone to try to see me for who I am, not who other people say I am. Guess I was wrong.’

‘Or maybe you just are what others say you are.’

The look he gives you is pained, and his face distorts as if someone had backhanded him across the face. His knuckles go white from the intensity with which he’s gripping the cup and, for a moment, he looks outraged – eyes bewildered, lips slightly parted – and then he blinks, and all of it is as good as gone.

A moment of weakness. A moment of seeing into the Rafe you had no idea existed.

You wonder if that’s who’s hiding behind the front – a boy of barely seventeen, maddened by the fear. You wonder if there’s more to the ‘things getting tough’ than you’d thought.

Rafe clears his throat. His eyes are fixed onto the street lights, far into the distance. When he speaks, his voice sounds the same. ‘I can drive you back now, if you want.’

You can’t tear your eyes off him. ‘I think I’d like to stay a little longer.’ He looks at you, face unclear. ‘The view is nice.’

The smile he gives you is tiny and modest, but it’s thankful more than anything else.

The one you give in return is kind.

Time passes, and the two of you do nothing but spend it together. He’s sitting on one side of the bench and he on the other, not touching, not talking, not acknowledging one another.

is he lonely? you wonder. This doesn’t look like a place he’s brought many people to, even if you haven’t asked. He’s always got friends around, but he didn’t hesitate to ask to have lunch with you, and you know how those football friendships tend to be – nothing more than convenience for convenience’s sake.

does he have any real friends?

Against your will, you pity him. You pity the boy who’d fooled everyone into thinking he had it all sorted out, yet his front shattered the moment he stepped out of that car.

A few more moments with him won’t hurt. Maybe he just needs someone to be around.

‘What makes you come up here?’ you ask, after nearly half an hour of silence.

Rafe frowns, then side of his face you can see stretches out into an empty smile, never reaching his eyes. ‘It’s peaceful. No sides. No obligations. No other people.’ until now – he doesn’t say it but you hear it, anyway. ‘No pretending to be who they expect me to be.’

‘Freedom,’ you say.

‘Yeah,’ he echoes, ‘freedom.’

Eldest child and only son of one of the wealthiest men on the island. Star quarterback. King of the Academy, prince of the Figure Eight, prince of the island.

Where does a royalty like that get freedom aside from place with no other people?

‘Why me?’ you ask.

He deserves some credit – the actually thinks before he talks, this time around. ‘You don’t like me. It’s nice, for a change.’

Your laughter seems fleeting, but it earns you an earnest smile from the boy. ‘That’s fucked up, Rafael.’

‘Tell me ‘bout it.’

‘Is that your thing? Liking girls who don’t like you?’

He shrugs, even laughs, a little. ‘Maybe. It’s nice when people don’t have expectations of you.’

‘I expected you to be a douche.’

‘Am I?’

‘A little bit,’ you admit, ‘but not as much as I thought.’

He smiles, his face turned to you. He appears to be shining a little, under the moonlight, and his hair appears far blonder than it is. He looks fragile, almost – you don’t think it would take much to shatter him into pieces.

‘Thanks, Y/N.’

You only give yourself a moment to smile before scoffing. ‘You’re still arrogant and self-absorbed.’

Rafe shrugs, but he does it with ease, as if weight had been lifted off him. ‘Nobody’s perfect.’

At this, you just roll your eyes.

The silence that befalls is comfortable, if not comforting. Neither of you talks, and you feel like you are finally starting to understand the boy at your side. One evening together is far from enough to change your entire opinion on someone, but it’s enough to shake it up – make you think of them differently.

You’re willing to give him a chance.

‘I think I want to go home now,’ you say quietly.

He nods. You’re back at your house one relaxing ride later, but you don’t get out of the car right away. The music playing on the radio is low and in the background; nothing is in front of you except street lights that appear to extend into eternity – it feels different than the world you left at the hill.

‘Thanks,’ you tell him.

‘What for?’

You look at him, gentle. ‘The tea.’ And everything else.

It’s the last you see or hear of him until Monday morning, when he shows up at the front door of the Academy just as you’re about to enter, holding to coffee cups that smell distinctively of tea.

‘Mornin’,’ he tells you, smiling wide. You greet him back and he falls into step with you, handing you one of the cups. ‘Tea?’

You take it – it would be rude not to. People are staring, again, and you realise you’d forgotten that you and Rafe exist outside of your small world on the hill.

Other people exist, too.

The two of you stand in front of your locker. He holds your tea while you take your books and put others away. There’s still some time before the first bell and, surprisingly, you’re not too mad about spending it like this.

‘Aren’t you worried?’ you ask.

Rafe hands you your tea back. ‘About what?’

‘People,’ you say, ‘rumours. Expectations.’

‘Not when I’m with you.’

It’s just a statement, just an answer to your question, yet it feels more like a confession than anything else. You wonder what it must feel like to be so open about one’s feelings – putting them out for everyone to see, everyone to do with as they please.

Or just you.

You tear your eyes off the students filling out the hallway, hoping they’d do the same. Rafe is leaning against the locker beside yours, sipping on your tea, looking at you like you’re the only thing worth his time in the whole wide world.

Your locker closes with a click. ‘You said I’d never have to see you again after the date.’

For a heartbeat, he’s the same boy you spoke to on that hill – fragile, angry, broken. ‘Is that what you want?’

‘I don’t know,’ you admit. ‘Thanks for the tea, Rafael.’

‘Y/N—’

Before he gets another word in, you march off, turning around the corner, making your way to your classroom.

Chatter is what you arrive to; friends unaware of your entire perception of a whole person shifting in a matter of hours. If people paid attention to your and Rafe’s exchange before class, the whispers hadn’t arrived to your friends, yet.

You don’t need to wonder what they’ll ask.

Instead, you wonder about Rafe – you wonder about what to do next.

He’ll leave you alone, if you say the word. You’ve learnt enough about him to know this to be nothing short of truth. Do you want someone like him in your life – someone who sticks to what people think of him like paper to glue? Do you want to see if he’s better on the inside than you’d think, kinder, nicer? If the Rafe you began to be introduced to at the top of the hill is who he truly is?

You wish the answer were no. Things would be easier.

Instead, come lunch time, the rumours have reached your friends, and you don’t deny them this time around. Yes, Rafe Cameron brought you tea in the morning. Yes, you were semi-nice to him.

Yes, you plan on talking to him again.

So, come lunch time, you are the one to approach him. He’s sitting with his football group that includes Topper and Kelce, two of the biggest airheads—in your humble opinion—Kildare has ever seen.

He doesn’t notice you, because you walk up behind him, until Topper nods in your direction. Rafe raises his eyes to meet yours and you see the shape of his face change – soften. Rafe from the Academy morphing with the Rafe from the hill.

‘Rafael,’ you say. ‘You want to get some real food after school?’

The eyes of the people burn into the back of your head – little daggers, stabbing at your privacy, privy to what’s none of your business.

His lips stretch into a smile. It suits him, you think.

‘Meet me at my car?’

You nod. ‘See ya.’

In your head, the entire cafeteria watches the exchange with googling eyes. In reality, maybe a few people noticed. Your friends did – for the better or for worse, you’re unsure.

As agreed, Rafe waits for you outside the building, on the adjacent parking lot. He’s leaning against the very same car he picked you up in last Friday, arms crossed over his chest, one ankle over the other, a lazy smile etched into his cheekbones.

If anyone watches, you don’t notice. You try not to. He opens the door for you and when he finally drives away, after making a bit of small talk about your day—is it small talk or does he… care?—he pulls up at the Wreck. Something you’d always been told was for the tourists, not the locals.

‘Odd choice,’ you note.

‘It’s quiet.’

He leaves the car and by the time you’ve taken your phone out of your bag, he’s holding the door open for you. You thank him and watch him do the same for the entrance into the restaurant, a bubbling feeling inside your chest.

It doesn’t feel forced. It doesn’t feel out of place.

If anything, it feels right.

When you enter the restaurant and chatter fills out every inch of the place, you understand what Rafe meant by quiet. It’s where the two of you can have your own conversation, with a guarantee of seeing nobody you recognise, and the tourists that are coming around for the beginning of the winter season are loud enough that whatever you say, remains between the two of you.

Rafe orders for you. You make him take a guess and he stares at you for a hot second before ordering something that you already know you’d like. ‘How did you know?’

He gives a nonchalant shrug. ‘I was getting you lunch for a week. Kind of figured out what you like.’

The sentiment is small, but it’s still here. You can’t stop the smile in your cheeks.

‘I thought you said you didn’t want me around,’ he says.

‘Changed my mind.’ You twirl your finger around the straw from the coke bottle, noticing it’s paper rather than plastic, like in other Figure Eight restaurant. ‘I wouldn’t mind getting to know the guy I met on the hill.’

‘Is that your way admitting you were wrong about me?’

‘The most you’re getting is that I’ll say there might be more to you than I figured,’ you counter. He groans with his head in his hands, but peeks at you between his fingers. ‘You’ve still got to prove me wrong.’

‘Okay,’ he says. ‘I’ll prove you wrong.’

When he extends a pinkie to you, you can’t help but take it, not even caring about holding back your laughter.

In the end, you spend the rest of the entire day with him. You learn bits and piece, here and there – Rafe is like a puzzle you need to solve to get to the truth. He’ll never say his father hates him, but you see it from when he talks about their relationship, and how many excuses he has to make for Ward to seem like a decent father (you don’t have the heart to tell him that he’s failed, both of them).

A lot of things are noticeable only between the lines, and it’s something you learn over the course of the next few weeks. You and Rafe grow closer than either of you anticipated – a friendship forged out of unlikely circumstances. Him having his fucked-up childhood that makes him seek out approval from those who don’t give it to him, and you letting yourself care for someone who’s broken, seeing if you can help him fix himself.

You don’t fix him. That’s not what friends are for. But you do point out things that aren’t okay around him.

At school, he becomes a lot more like Rafe from the top of the hill. His smile is brighter and bigger, and his laughter echoes the halls with its fullness instead of sharpness. Even Topper and Kelce seem to be less of airheads eventually, and people don’t care that much.

His tagged section of Instagram isn’t being filled with any more pictures with random girls – just you. At parties, at school, at wherever you go.

He continues to get you lunch, even after you try to stop him. He greets the girls he’d slept with and he respects when you say that you don’t want to see him at certain times, even if he does ask twice.

He asks about you – a lot. It’s the one thing you’ve been wrong about this whole time, and it’s the one that’s taking the hardest to admit.

You’re at the top of the hill, just as you usually are on Friday evenings, before a party or whatever’s going on that night. Sometimes you’d just go to his or yours and watch a movie, go home or fall asleep together.

Rafe brings you tea. You take it with a smile, feeling his thigh against yours. ‘Thanks, Rafael.’

He watches you with fondness in his eyes. Sometimes you wonder if it’s reserved just for you – you never see him look at anyone else like that.

‘How’s studying going?’

‘Good,’ you reply. ‘It’s tedious, like it always is, but I’m getting there.’

The arm looped around your shoulder is familiar, and the closeness of Rafe’s body when he tugs you closer is familiar, too. ‘You’ll get into a good college, Y/N. I’m sure of it.’

‘What about you? Aren’t you supposed to be studying?’

‘Doesn’t matter,’ he says, and you take note of the bitterness in his voice. His thumb caresses your shoulder as if it were a lifeline, and you feel him relax as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. ‘My dad will send me to UNC regardless of my grades.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘It’s okay.’

Freedom, you think – the one thing Rafe longs for the most.

The one thing he says he only has when he’s with you. Freedom of judgement, of time, of future, of family.

Just you, and him.

You shuffle away from him, enough so that his arm falls from your shoulder to your waist, holding on. He looks at you with a wrinkle between his brows, lips slightly parted, tea cup in the other hand.

You smile.

And then you press your lips against his, your hands cradling his face. For a moment, nothing happens—you’re worried you made a mistake—and then he grips your waist and tugs you a little closer, his lips part and he kisses you back ferociously, as if you were the breath he’d been longing to get into his lungs.

Rafe rests his forehead against yours when you break the kiss, the taste of him lingering. He’s warm and soft, and you feel at home in the arms of a boy you resented not too many months ago.

Neither of you speaks. His thumb slips underneath your shirt, brushing against your skin, never travelling any further. His breath smells like tea and he tastes like it, too.

All you hear is breathing, heartbeat, and a bird singing somewhere far away, or right next to you.

Rafe lets out a quiet laugh. ‘I’m glad you don’t hate me.’

‘How could I?’

You hear him putting the cup on the bench, knowing it even with your eyes closed. The tips of his fingers trace the line of your jaw, resting on your neck, with only his thumbs gentle at the place where your neck meets your jaw.

He doesn’t say he loves you, and you don’t say it, either, but it’s one of those things that goes between the lines.

Rafe kisses you and you realise it’s enough that you no longer worry about people seeing you, and he no longer tries to be who they think he is.

‘Everything that’s ever happened to us led to this,’ he states.

‘To a boy and a girl, on a hill,’ you say, words slipping off your lips akin to a dream. ‘Just Y/N and Rafe.’

He kisses you with fire between his lips and holding onto you as if letting go would kill him, and for a moment, you feel it to be true. Your fingers are lost in his hair, pulling him as close as physically possible, and it truly feels like everything in your life led up to this very moment.

Rafe and you, against all odds.

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jinxfirebolt18902 · 3 years

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I licked it so it’s mine - JJ Maybank Imagine

Words: 1.818

Warnings: none?

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!reader

A/N: I got this idea from a tumblr pic that read the title in a neon light sign. English isn’t my mother tongue so prob syntax mistakes AND F**** ENGLISH PREPOSITIONS other than that I love y’all, hope you enjoy.

—Okay sweetie, go have a good day and make new friends! —She heard her mom telling her as she gently pushed her by her shoulders towards the group of little girls and boys near the teacher. She took a few steps lacking confidence, not sure she wanted to actually be a part of the class. Minutes later a blonde boy with a face that already screamed ‘trouble’ despite the young age furrowed his eyebrows at her new face. He got closer and observed her attentively making her a little uncomfortable. Matching his personality, she furrowed her brows as well and asked rudely “what?!”

The boy processed the uncommon attitude coming from a girl and smiled at the change, appreciating the feisty confrontation in contrast with the so common cries or runaways of the other little girls he used to annoy. From then on they became inseparable and her mother always invited him over to play. Their play dates often involved fights, stolen toys and ice cream. As time passed, they grew out of toys but not out of ice creams, and they kept going to the small store that sells popsicles and doing their routine: buy the popsicle, go to the dock in front of the store and sit with their feet hanging as they ate the ice cream.

One of the many times, they were nine years old and just as she was about to give her popsicle the first lick he beat her to it and she whined immediately.

—JJ! —he laughed real hard and took it from her hands, provoking his best friend to become even more angrier.

—Sorry —he shrugged his shoulders innocently and then looked at the frozen candy —But I licked it so it’s mine now.

She punched him on the right shoulder and before she stood up and got away, he handed her his still packaged popsicle with a smile. She sent him another glare before sitting down again and not talking to him for the next 5 minutes.

—C’moooon! You can’t ignore me foreverrrr —he dragged some syllables of his words as he spoke close to her just to annoy her more.

—You’re disgusting JJ.

He smiled winningly at his victory. —But you love me anyways.

Years went by, their friendship grew and their group too, with the addition of John B, and years later Pope’s and Kiara’s. After Kie finished her shift at The Wreck, Pope and JJ were done with the groceries deliveries for the Kooks and John B and she were done at the Cameron’s, each with their different tasks, the crew had agreed on meeting at The Chateau to relax and drink some cheap beers.

John B was stargazing with a nostalgic look on his face; Kie was strumming her ukelele; Pope was sitting on an old foldable beach chair while she and JJ were swinging on the big hammock, beers of can in their hands. She was struggling to open hers as she tried to avoid breaking her nails on the process. She pouted as she extended her arm holding the can to the blonde. He took it and opened it easily but before handing it back he made sure she was still looking at him and carefully dug the tip of his tongue into the little hole, earning a protest from her.

—JJ!

He smirked and enjoyed the reaction he was getting from her. —What?!

—It was my beer!!

He let out a deep laugh as his head fell backwards. —You know the rules, I licked it, so…

Their friends laughed as they nodded their heads at JJ’s passion for teasing her.

Months later, summer days began and holidays welcomed free time and Tourons in Outer Banks. New faces, new adventures, new hook ups. The gang had organized one of the very famous keggers at the Boneyard. Music resonated from someone’s speaker, 5 bonfires had small groups of teenagers of all ages sitting around talking and drinking while larger groups were dancing around the beach. She and Kie were at different fires chatting with Tourons while Pope and John B made sure everyone got their refill. JJ being JJ was sweet talking a brunette into his bed at The Chateau. So far, nothing was out of the ordinary. They were all having a good time. Things got awkward the next day, when the crew woke up and saw JJ’s brunette still there, showing no intentions of leaving. She and Kie had passed out on the pull out couch while Pope slept on the other couch but they all looked a bit shocked, and uncomfortable, at the intruder walking around the kitchen as if she belonged there with them. JJ came out of his room minutes later and got his friends curious stares for breakfast. He shrugged his shoulders and twitched the corners of his lips indicating an “I-have-no-clue-why-she’s-still-here” expression when the girl couldn’t see.

In the afternoon, the intruder announced she’d go back to her family and take a shower but also planned to meet at The Wreck for dinner. Once she left the females of the group scoffed at her.

—Dude, she stuck with us like she’s part of the Pogues, what the fuck?! —Kie complained at no one in particular, but sent JJ a quick glare.

—You gotta fix this. —She pointed her index finger into her best friend’s chest. —There is no way I’m having dinner with her.

After everyone had gone back to their place and taken a shower, shared some family time and run some errands, the Pogues agreed to get together after dinner and go for some ice cream.

—Which flavour did you ask for Kie? —she asked as she licked her cookies and cream ice cream before it dripped on her clothes and hands. Kie gave her a funny look and answered.

—Watermelon, it’s really good actually. Sweet and refreshing.

The boys came walking a few steps behind them as they pushed each other like little kids. The girls rolled their eyes but stopped on their tracks as they heard a voice calling for them. Well more specifically, for the blonde surfer and their leader.

—JJ! John B! —the same brunette they were trying to avoid rushed down to the docks they were standing on.

—Hey there… —John B answered, not wanting to be rude.

Once again, the intruder stuck to the group of friends and hung out for a few hours, constantly trying to flirt with JJ. The brunette playfully hit him whenever he teased her, gently grabbed his biceps when they were sitting down on the wooden dock and tried to get him alone by walking slower than the group, her arms circling around his waist. JJ wasn’t used to his hook ups sticking to him like this, he usually made it clear he was up for a one night stand only but this one didn’t want to give him up just yet.

The brunette had also caught interest in the intense relationship between him and his best friend. The intruder wanted to have JJ’s complete attention but his friend was kind of getting in the way of that. As a girl, she sensed his friend was purposely cock blocking him, which started a silent and very subtle war between them.

The brunette laughed at JJ’s joke and got impossibly closer to him, resting her light weight on his chest. She rolled her eyes and made a signal to Kie to make her look at the intruder and then faked a vomit earning a laugh from Kie. John B and Pope furrowed their eyebrows at Kiara’s laugh, confused at why she was laughing. Kie was the only one who could see her little act.

Moments later they decided to go around the docks and throw some rocks into the water. John B felt a bit more comfortable now and teased the brunette by trying to splash her with the rocks he threw. That was the first time through the night that she had gotten away from JJ and she wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to hit back.

She got closer to her best friend and challenged him with just a look. He rolled his eyes as he smirked, knowing he was in trouble.

—Get her off our backs dude. I wanna spend time with my friends, not her! —she whispered urgently looking up at his eyes as he was taller than her.

—What do you want me to do? Tell her ‘hey me and my friends want to be alone, do you mind?’—he mocked trying to make his point clear but she was having none of it. —Yep, that sounds perfect —she smiled and taped his chest as if the whole matter was solved. He raised an eyebrow and focused his eyes on hers. A second later he had a dirty smirk on his features, then it was her turn to quirk an eyebrow. —What?

—Aren’t you jealous, are you? —his smile grew wider as her scowl deepened. He was quick to snake his arms around her middle and pull her close. —Don’t touch me. Let me go, you’re an asshole. —He pouted and cooed her. —Aww c’mon baby don’t be mad I’m not giving you attention, you know I’m yours. —she just rolled her eyes and sighed deeply as Kie laughed near them, enjoying the whole show.

When she heard too much silence, or the lack of an annoying giggle, in the back, she caught a glance from the corner of her eye and saw John B and the brunette looking at them while Pope told something about dead bodies as he drew patterns in the sand with a stick he had found.

—Careful sis, remember if you play with fire, you get burnt. —John B spoke to her in a mocking tone. The rest, except for the Touron, began laughing.

She takes her chance as JJ’s face is not that far from hers and a wicked smile painted itself on her face before implementing her idea. In less than a second she had stuck her tongue out and slid it from under his jaw up to his bottom lip making the boy freeze and set his blue orbits on her. Her eyes were already on his, shining with playfulness. She was having so much fun having her way. The laughs around her turned into gasps.

She then turned to the other girl and spoke mockingly —I licked it, so it’s mine. —the girl’s jaw fell and she winked at the blonde before walking to Kie and throwing her arm over her curly haired friend, who was wearing an incredulous expression.

—Oh my God, I can’t believe you just did that! —both began to laugh as they walked back to the van and hopefully they would all drive back to The Chateau and spend a real night of friends with no intruders.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #jj obx #outer banks jj

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possiamo-andare · 3 years

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Just You (1)

JJ x Reader x Rafe (love triangle)

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word count: 3.1k

summary: A new girl moves to OBX and a love triangle ensues. Your usual yearning, fluff writing :)

a/n: gosh, it has been too long. university has me swamped but since it’s the holiday break, i will try and update as much as i can. as of rn my other fic, sweeter, is on hold, while i try to write more and get back into the groove of things :) love y’all <3

Many people do not care to know the difference between new and old money. To the working class, new and old money were relatively the same. To some extent, that was true. People that had either new or old money were rich nonetheless but when you grew up rich like Rafe Cameron did, the difference was all that mattered.

The main difference was how the money was procured. Old money was passed down. No one from old money had to work since they were born rich. Their manners were taught at a young age. New money meant that they had worked for what they had. At some point, they were not rich and now they were. They were not as defined and they had to be taught, at an older age, how to act. Rafe’s mother used to say you could see who was from old and new money from their ties. If it was a man, their ties would be neutral colours, nothing flashy. People from new money usually had something to prove and so they would buy extravagant things. For women, it was their heels. Women from old money had small heels that were polished as well. Women from new money had tall heels and they had never learned that they should polish the heel along with the shoe.

Growing up as someone from old money, Rafe had normalized that there was a divide between the rich people in Figure 8. Of course, there was a divide between the Pogues and the Kooks but that divide was course and palpable. This divide was subdued and rarely ever spoken about. Kooks that came from old money lived on the west side of Figure 8 while the Kooks from new money resided on the east. This unspoken rule proved to be useful since the two groups of rich snobs never liked to speak to each other anyways. This rule had been in place years before Rafe was even born and he had thought it would still be there even after he died. That is, until Y/N moved in down the street.

It was at the beginning of June when she moved in. The first sign that things would end terribly was when her family pulled into the parking lot. Her mother drove a beat up blue Camaro while her father trailed behind in a black motorcycle. Most people that lived on the west side of the island didn’t have flashy cars but they were well maintained and not so loud. Everyone knew they were from new money before they even exited their cars. And when they did, it was confirmed these people had just become wealthy.

Rafe’s family, like most on the street, watched from their windows as a tall, burly man with a long black beard and sunglasses opened the truck of his wife’s car and carried two large bags in the door. His two sons, both similar in size and features, followed after him. They carried two pink suitcases inside as the man’s daughter and wife stayed outside to open their garage.

Rafe’s eyes glanced over their house. It was one of the bigger houses on the block but it looked more like a huge cottage than anything else. His mind went to the thought of hippies invading their neighbourhood. He gulped. If they were some type of laid back, motorcycling hippies, he’d go crazy for sure. He knew Sarah would love them though; she always complained about how boring their neighbourhood was. But boring meant normal and that’s what Rafe wanted.

As his mother gossiped on the phone, Rafe watched the mother and the daughter laugh together. The mother looked like a hippie. Her hair was tied up on the top of her head and it had clearly not been brushed. She wore a light green skirt that reached to her ankles which then led to the flip flops that she wore. A white t-shirt was tucked into her skirt and she had big bracelets of all different colours dangling off her wrists. The daughter’s style was similar to her mother’s. She wore pink bootcut jeans and a white crop top, black chunky platform boots pulling the look together. Her hair was different from her mothers and was let down to blow in the breeze. They all looked like polar opposites from everyone else living in Figure 8.

At first, Rafe could care less about the girl or her family across the street. Granted, he would religiously watch through the window for when she would come outside to ride her bike around the neighbourhood with her brothers, and yes, he would sometimes wait until she was outside for him to take out the trash but he didn’t like her. If anything, it was the opposite. Rafe was too good for her. At least, that’s what he led himself to believe.

The first time he spoke to her was two weeks after she moved in. His mother had told him to stay away from Y/N’s family and Rafe had done an amazing job at doing so. Unfortunately, that all stopped when he had to pick Sarah up from school. She had thrown up in the middle of one of her classes and since both his mother and father were at work, the responsibility was on Rafe to pick Sarah up and make sure she was okay. Although reluctant to go back to his old highschool, Rafe knew he’d be in trouble if he was late in picking up his sister. When he entered the school's administration office, he finally came face to face with the girl he had been watching for two weeks now. Except, her back was turned to him as she argued with the secretary.

“That’s what you call a vegetarian dish?” Y/N raised her voice, not particularly enjoying being ignored by the school administration. When she first had come to this school, she had checked off on her form that she needed vegetarian dishes for lunch. Now, everyday since she had come, they had served her horribly chopped up lettuce with vinegar.

“Miss -” Ms. Buzden said, placing her phone on hold. It was the student’s lunch break so she usually called her sister during this time but Y/N was keeping her from doing so.

“Y/N.” Y/N smiled, finally happy she had caught the woman’s attention.

Ms. Buzden rolled her eyes, sighing deeply. “Y/N, dear, if you have a problem with lunch, please take it up with the lunch ladies.”

Y/N sighed, leaning against the secretary’s desk. “I tried to, Beth, but she told me to come here. I will not be ignored.”

Rafe was almost as surprised as Ms. Buzden was when Y/N used her first name. As he stood behind Y/N, waiting for his turn to ask where Sarah was so he could sign her out, he watched in slight amusement at the fact she was nonchalantly complaining to the secretary.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you dear.” Ms. Buzden forced a smile, finally looking over Y/N’s shoulder to Rafe. “Rafe, sweetie, you’re here to sign out Sarah?”

Rafe hesitated for a moment, knowing Y/N’s eyes were on his. He felt as if an imaginary spotlight had shown on him for a solo and he had forgotten the words. His eyes glanced toward Y/N for a moment but it did not help his stage fright. Her beautiful eyes were squinting in his direction and for a moment he thought he would faint underneath her stare. His eyes quickly returned to the secretary’s and nodded quickly. In an embarrassing turn of events, Y/N spoke before Rafe did.

“Hey, I know you.” Y/N’s bracelets clang together as she lifts her hand up and points at Rafe. “You’re my neighbour. You’re always watching me through your window.”

As the secretary busies herself with printing the paperwork, Rafe busies himself by stuttering and gasping for breath at the accusation she had just posed. In an attempt to save himself from anymore embarrassment, Rafe tries and fails at coming up with a good excuse. Instead, he denies the accusation entirely.

“I do not watch you.” Rafe stubbornly blubbers out. He’s trying not to seem so embarrassed but she’s caught him so off guard that there’s nothing else he can do.

Y/N snickers, watching the poor boy stumble on every word. For someone older than her, he was not very mature. “No, you’re right. Watching would imply a causal aspect to the activity. More like you stalk me.”

This time, Rafe boiled over with anger. How dare this girl accuse him of stalking her? Rafe did not chase after any girl, no matter how attractive she was. “That’s a bit arrogant, isn’t it? To think everyone’s eyes are on you?”

Y/N continued to smile, unbothered by Rafe’s obvious rudeness. She shrugs, looking back to the secretary for a moment and grabbing her terrible vegetarian lunch before looking back to Rafe. “Not everyone’s. Just yours.”

And with that, she leaves the office. And Rafe knows he is screwed, because he just met the love of his life.

JJ Maybank shared almost everything with his friends. Emphasis on almost. They had always relied on him to be the funny one. To always goof around and take nothing seriously. So, when his dad first started beating after his mother left, he said nothing. He felt it was an unnecessary burden to put on the people that truly loved him. Eventually, the bruises and scars were too overwhelming to keep a secret anymore and he began to confess all his issues to his friends. But even then, as JJ tried to open up to the people he cared the most about, there was one thing he could never share.

He was scared of love.

Not just any love, but specifically romantic love. Every time he felt himself begin to develop deep feelings for anyone, he soon backpedaled and left them hanging. It was too scary to give himself to anyone. It would be a lie if he said it had nothing to do with his mother leaving. He had always believed that there was no love greater than his parents when he was growing up and when his mother left, it shattered him. Of course, he never blamed her for leaving considering how abusive his dad was but it killed JJ to know she did not want him to come with her. He had begun to believe that she didn’t think he was important to bring along. He believed that if she truly loved him, she wouldn’t leave without him. That’s what scared him the most; the fact that someone can change their mind about love so quickly.

So, JJ ran at the first sign of love. And he never shared this with anyone. Until that day.

In early June, when Y/N had first moved to OBX, there was a Start of Summer Fair. Right after classes ended on the last day of school, people in the community organized a fair for everyone who was excited for the summer to start. It was exactly two weeks after Y/N had moved in. Exactly two hours after she spoke to Rafe. Funny how the world works.

Behind the fair, there was a small lake where rarely anyone ventured. It was usually muddy and no one in their right mind would go swimming there. With that being said, JJ wanted to go swimming there. He had spent a solid hour with his friends at the fair before becoming exhausted. It wasn’t so much that his friends were exhausting him but a girl named Anna was. He had gone out with her once and had never called her back (as per usual) but she had not picked up on the hidden messages JJ had given her. Instead, she followed him around during his entire time at the fair like a little lost puppy dog. Just as she announced she was going to the bathroom, JJ had almost died from boredom. Thankfully, her going to the bathroom let JJ slip away from his friends and sneak away from Anna.

“What do you want us to tell her?” Kie asked, watching as her best friend was breaking off from the group.

JJ shrugged, not possibly being able to care less. “I don’t care. For all I care, tell her I died.” A bit harsh, yes, but that’s how JJ operated. Abandon them before they abandon you.

The idea to hide near the lake hit him as soon as he left his friends. No one went back there, not if they wanted an infection. Although slightly disgusting, if that was what he had to do to get away and have a moment of peace, he would make that sacrifice. Unfortunately, he found no peace because the second the lake came into view between two thick trees, JJ saw a girl in the water. At first, he was going to leave, maybe even shout a quick joke her way for getting in the dirty water. But when he saw what she was doing, he became curious and couldn’t help but venture forward and investigate.

Y/N, too invested in what she was currently doing, did not see JJ approaching at first. Daisies had begun to grow around the lake, which was already odd on it’s own, but some of them floated on the surface level of the lake. Y/N thought a bunch of Daisies would be a good surprise for her mother so, in an effort to be thoughtful, she emerged herself, from the waist down, into the water. She was not afraid of the muddy water staining her white dress (she had worse stains on her clothes), even excited to show her mother the lengths she went to to get the Daisies. So, with one hand, she held onto a wicker basket full of Daisies and with the other hand, she grabbed a hold of the daisies in the water.

JJ watched in complete and utter fascination as this girl who he did not recognize, fearlessly went into the lake and plucked some Daisies to put in her basket. She almost didn’t even look real. He blinked quickly to make sure she was even actually there. When he opened his eyes and she was still there, he was glad he hadn’t imagined her.

Finally, Y/N sensed a presence that was not her own. Quickly turning to her right, she made eye contact with JJ and her face softened. He was the least threatening person she’d ever seen and something about him made her heartbeat pick up.

She brushed this feeling off and instead, with a small smile on her lips, spoke confidently. “Hello stalker.”

JJ blushed, shoving his hands into his pockets and taking a few steps closer to the lake. “I’m sorry. Was just wondering what you’re doing here. No one comes here.”

“You’re here, aren’t you?” Y/N quips backs, a playfulness in her voice.

JJ thinks he might faint. “Um, well, I’m hiding.”

Y/N giggled. “Me too actually.” She grabs more daisies and puts them in her basket. She looks back up at JJ and speaks to him again. “Who are you hiding from?”

JJ gulps. He doesn’t want to scare away this girl by telling her why he’s come back here. He knows anyone else would judge him but, as he looks at her, he can see she would never judge him. “I’m hiding from a girl.”

Y/N nods, not expressing any disgust and JJ’s heart jumps for joy. “I see. Ex-lover, I presume?”

JJ shrugs. “We only went on one date.”

“Must’ve been a terrible date.” She jokes, and JJ realizes that she’s completely stopped what she’s been doing to listen to him.

JJ shakes his head, focused on her cute round cheeks. “Not really. She was nice.”

Y/N pouts. “Then why are you hiding from her?”

JJ feels as though it is too complicated to explain. And besides, how would he start? He’s never told anyone why he truly has never had a girlfriend. But something about this girl makes him trust her completely. He knows it’s the arrogance in her eyes. “I’m scared.”

Y/N nods, as if she understands him completely and he feels as though she does. “I see. You know, when I get irrationally anxious over something like this, I play the What If game.”

JJ’s brows pull together in confusion. “What?”

Y/N moves through the water and closer to the edge where JJ stands. When she arrives at the water’s edge, she reaches her hand out for JJ to grasp. He hesitates first and knows it’s because he likes her so much already and this will be the first time they will touch. The first time he’ll feel her skin against his is beside this muddy lake. Eventually, he grabs her hand and helps her out of the water and he knows, the second his hand touches hers, she’s his dream girl. His hands are on fire and he feels a pit in his stomach grow as her hand grips tighter onto him. There’s a spark and he’s sure there has never been anyone else that made him feel this way.

“The What If game,” Y/N starts, placing her basket on the ground. She starts to ring out the water from her dress but continues to keep eye contact with JJ. “is really easy. Here; tell me a fear you have about falling in love but make sure it starts with ‘what if.’”

JJ thinks for a moment. There are so many and he doesn’t know where to start. Finally, he chooses his biggest fear. “What if she leaves?”

Y/N smiles. “What if she doesn’t though? But, what if she does and then you find who you’re actually supposed to be with? The game is to just rationalize every irrational fear.”

JJ nods, a small smirk growing at the corner of his lips. “You’re not one of those girls who believes every breakup brings you closer to your soulmate?”

Y/N laughs. “Yeah, I wish. I’m not your manic pixie dream girl - wait, what's your name?”

JJ extends his hand, ready to feel her skin again. “JJ Maybank. Yours?”

Y/N smiles and shakes JJ’s hand. This should be interesting, she thinks. “It’s Y/N.”

“So, Y/N,” JJ starts, her name feeling good coming from his mouth. “If you’re not my manic pixie dream girl, then what are you?”

Y/N smiles. She was right. This is definitely going to be interesting. “I’m just yours.”

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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years

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jealous

wordcount: 3k

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex

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After a little bit of bribery, Rafe convinced Sophie to come with him to a charity event he was representing his dad at in Columbus. Once Rafe had committed to Ohio State, Ward immediately began making contacts in Ohio and broadening his impact, putting Rafe to work - and still keeping him tied to the family business as much as he could. To convince Sophie just a little bit more (even though it wasn’t necessary, she’d stand by his side no matter what), he got the help of Allie and Julia to pick out a new dress for her and surprise her with it the morning of the event.

Once she learned that Ward wouldn’t be attending, she was a lot more excited for the event. Rafe made a show out of picking her up, coming to the door with flowers in hand. Word moved fast in the sorority house and by the time Sophie made it downstairs, there was a whole discussion in the groupchat about who the cute boy was wearing the suit and waiting outside their door. When she came down in the dress, red lipstick and all, he whistled, motioning for her to twirl.

Sophie grinned and rolled her eyes but spun for him. “Are those for me?”

He handed her the flowers, beaming. “Yes they are. You look incredible, baby.”

She blushed, shaking her head. “You don’t look so bad yourself. Here, I’ll be right back, let me run these up to my room.” She accepted the flowers and turned on her heel, striding upstairs.

Allie and Julia came back downstairs with Sophie, wearing matching grins. “Clean up nice, Cameron!” Julia called out with a smirk. “Yeah, do you have friends that'll buy us nice dresses and take us to galas?” Allie chimed in, laughing when Sophie gave her a shove on the way past.

“Ah, this one already tried that. Didn’t end well.” Rafe teased, sending a pointed glance to Julia. Julia’s cheeks heated almost instantly and she flipped him off, shaking her head. “You said we’d never speak of it again.”

“Pretty sure that was my rule.” Sophie interrupted, taking Rafe’s arm. “Leave my boyfriend -”

“Sugar daddy -”

“Oh my god, I told you to quit that -”

Allie cut both the girls off with a pointed “hey!” and Sophie rolled her eyes. “Julia, hush, Sophie, you go have fun. Snag us a bottle of fancy alc.”

Rafe laughed and waved goodbye to the girls, escorting Sophie out. “They’re fun. I’m glad they’re your friends.” She shook her head, laughing. “Sometimes I am not. Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You did a good job on the dress, I’m impressed.”

He smirked and helped her into the car, then ran one hand up her thigh. “I have to admit, I picked it out more for the slit up the leg than anything.” Sophie giggled and tugged on his tie to pull him in for a kiss. “Think we can sneak away early tonight?”

“We have my room available from...” He paused, thinking. “Eleven to midnight. The gala ends at ten thirty.”

She laughed, messing with the radio once he got in to drive. “We’re really scheduling sex like an old married couple?”

“We won’t have to when we’re old and married.” Rafe responded without missing a beat, then instantly realized and blushed, fumbling with his words. “Uh, I mean. Um. Yes, uh, but only because we have the roommates - I mean, next year, we’ll both have our own rooms, so -”

She cut him off, amused by his embarrassment. “I’m just messing with you. Besides, that’ll give you more than enough time to finish.”

“Sophie! Take it back. You know that’s not true.” He pushed her shoulder playfully, shaking his head.

“It was true after your formal.” She smirked, loving the way he squirmed when she teased him. The rest of the short ride was spent like that, with mindless flirting and teasing about sex, until he had to make her find directions to the venue.

When he parked, she moved to get out right away, but he reached over and grabbed her hand before she could get out of the car. “Hey, wait. Uh, I should maybe warn you -”

She raised her eyebrows. “Now you decide to warn me about something? Right before we’re going in?”

Rafe winced. “I love you?”

“Uh huh. Not the time. What do I need to know?”

He spoke quickly, knowing he was in trouble. “My ex will be there and she’s liked every picture of us together on Instagram and texted me that she was excited to see me this weekend.”

Sophie sat back in the seat, taking a deep breath as she processed the information. “Who? And you didn’t tell me this, why?”

“Brooklyn. And, uh...that’s a good question, Sophie. You know, I really appreciate your critical thinking skills, have I ever told you that?” He gave her a half-smile, trying to cheer her up without success.

“Rafe?”

“Yeah?”

“Please shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes and got out with him, taking his arm when he offered it as they walked inside. Sophie didn’t ask much about his previous relationships, just noted when he brought it up infrequently and tried to reassure him that whatever his ex had told him, they were wrong and he was a great boyfriend. She only regretted not pushing more about it now, when she was about to meet the girl.

It was almost amusing watching him go into entertaining mode the second they stepped in and the first person came over to greet him - it was the same presence he commanded at parties, just remarkably more professional in that environment. After a solid hour of Sophie just standing by while Rafe made polite small talk, dinner was announced and they glanced over the table arrangements to find their spot.

“Oh, fuck.” Rafe mumbled under his breath, spying his ex’s name featured right next to his and Sophie’s. She noticed her name was written as Sophie Cameron, but decided to hold her tongue on the mix up.

She furrowed her brow, taking his hand. “It’s a minor thing, Rafe, I’m sure it was a simple mistake -”

“What? No, no.” He shook his head and pointed to the name Brooklyn Rowley at the head of the table. She nodded once in recognition, pretty sure her heart was sinking to her stomach at the moment. “Oh.”

“You know what? It’ll be fine. It’ll be fine, we won’t even have to talk to her, there’s fourteen people at the table. It’ll be fine.” He repeated, trying to reassure himself more than Sophie.

She let him lead her to the table - that was already full except for their two seats. Brooklyn practically jumped up out of her seat when she saw Rafe, grinning ear to ear. “Oh my god, Rafe, hi! Here, come sit next to me.”

Rafe gave Brooklyn an awkward side hug in response to her attempted bear hug, pulling out Sophie’s chair before taking his seat. “Brooklyn, this is my -”

“I’m Sophie.” She interrupted, giving the girl one of the fakest smiles Rafe had ever seen. “His girlfriend. It’s nice to meet you.” She reached across Rafe, extending her arm to shake Brooklyn’s hand.

Brooklyn pretended to be surprised as she shook Sophie’s hand. “Oh!” She elbowed Rafe teasingly. “She’s cute, Rafe. Didn’t think you’d jump into a relationship again, after.” She gave him a sly smile and touched his arm. “Well, you know.”

Sophie steeled herself, pouring herself a generous glass of wine from the table. Rafe gave a nervous chuckle and nudged his foot against Sophie’s under the table. “We’ve been together for four months now, there’s no jumping into anything. I’ve known Sophie since we were at least fourteen.”

“So you didn’t meet at school? Sophia, do you go to Ohio State with us too?” Brooklyn’s eyes flitted to Sophie’s fingers curled tight around the wine glass, asking the question right when she took a sip.

“No, we met in high school. We’re both from the Outer Banks.” Sophie explained, ultra-polite. “But I go to Ohio State, we just happened to end up here together.”

“Right, right. So you’ve met the family and everything. Has he taken you to the Bahamas house yet? The view is gorgeous.” Brooklyn grinned, touching Rafe’s hand again.

Sophie resisted from gritting her teeth as Rafe gave her a pained glance. “Um, no. I haven’t been.” She tried racking her brain and vaguely remembered a brief mention of the Bahamas from Sarah talking about their summers, but didn’t realize there was a whole vacation home involved.

“Oh! That’s funny. He took me after, like, two months.” She paused for a second to look Sophie over, pleased her words were clearly taking effect. “But it’s like, more of a summer house anyways, so the timing must not have worked out with you two yet. I mean, we went over Christmas break that one time, but -”

“We stayed home for Christmas this year.” Rafe interrupted, resting his hand on Sophie’s thigh under the table, but in clear view of Brooklyn’s line of sight.

Brooklyn nodded, not backing down. “So, Sophia -”

“It’s Sophie. But go on.” Sophie shot back an equally tense smile, feigning interest.

“Right, sorry, Sophie. There’s this gorgeous little private beach you can go to, you should go. If he ever takes you.” She touched Rafe’s shoulder and Sophie bit the inside of her cheek hard, feeling ready to snap. “Oh my god, Rafe, remember when we were drunk and we almost got caught on the beach?” She giggled. “Good thing we weren’t actually making love that time, but my top was off and everything, it was so embarrassing.”

“Sounds like it.” Sophie replied dryly, stepping on Rafe’s foot with her heel under the table. As much as she wanted to gag hearing about the two of them ‘making love,’ she just swallowed another big sip of wine instead. He let out a pained, quiet groan and Brooklyn frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Just, uh,” he gestured to their empty plates as they waited to be served. “Hungry, I guess. Hey, you’ve been to Barcelona, right? Sophie’s studying abroad there this summer, I’m really proud of her.” Rafe squeezed her thigh under the table, and Sophie relaxed a tiny bit.

Brooklyn shook her head. “No, I’ve been to Madrid. Spain is like, so much better in the off season. But that’s so exciting! What are you doing, how long will you be gone for?”

“It’s through my architecture major. I’m sure I’ll visit Madrid too at one point.” Sophie reached out and straightened Rafe’s collar, just for an excuse to touch him and stake some possession. “It’s for three months.”

“Three months...” She repeated, turning her attention to Rafe. “Are you going to be able to handle that?” Brooklyn laughed, glancing back at Sophie. “He was always so needy, isn’t he?”

“No. I haven’t noticed. We have a healthy relationship.” Sophie replied pointedly before Rafe could open his mouth.

“Right, of course.” Brooklyn gave her a grin, like she was sharing a secret with Sophie and Rafe wasn’t literally in between them. “Give him time, it’ll show. You said you’ve only been together for four months, right? That’s like, so soon in the relationship. Like, Rafe and I -”

Thankfully, the servers came to their table and interrupted them just as she was about to finish her sentence, and Sophie visibly relaxed as the speaker for the night started talking. Rafe leaned over and murmured in her ear. “I’m sorry, Soph.”

She just gave him a tight smile in response and turned her head, kissing his cheek chastely. Thankfully, the rest of the dinner was occupied by the guest speakers and left little room for side conversation, until the dance floor was opened up after the dessert. Sophie had limited herself to the single heavy pour of wine, while Brooklyn hadn’t held back and was clearly tipsy.

When the three stood after the last guest speaker, Brooklyn leaned into Rafe, giggling as she steadied herself on his extended arm. “Oops! Sorry. I’m kind of a lightweight.”

“Oh, I used to not be able to hold my liquor. In high school, I think.” Sophie couldn’t resist the dig and Rafe sent her a warning glance, taking her hand once Brooklyn was upright.

“Not all of us got blacked out at high school parties, Sophia, some of us had priorities.” Brooklyn told her pointedly, and Sophie only rolled her eyes. “But you’re in one of those trashy sororities, right? So I guess it makes sense.”

“Brooklyn, watch it.” Rafe cut in, sliding his arm protectively around Sophie’s waist. Sophie shook her head, keeping her eyes locked on Brooklyn’s. “It’s fine.”

“You could at least not be so obvious.” Brooklyn stated, taking a sip of her drink.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Sorry, it’s just.” Brooklyn gestured to Sophie, to her dress and shoes, and lowered her voice conspiratorially. “There’s more to like about him than just the money, you know? Open your eyes, Rafe, you’re being used.”

Sophie’s jaw dropped and she took a quick step forward without even processing all the words that Brooklyn had said. “I can’t believe -” Rafe grabbed her around the waist and stepped in front of her, in between her and Brooklyn. “Sophie, don’t.”

She glanced over Rafe’s shoulder at Brooklyn and her smug smile, then looked back to him with a pleading look. He shook his head, almost imperceptibly. “Meet me out in the hallway?”

She only relented when he kissed her quickly, trying to calm her down more. Sophie reached into the inside of his suit jacket and pulled out the keys, placing a possessive hand on his chest for a steadying breath. “Fine. I’ll be in the car.”

“Aw, you’re leaving? It was nice to meet you, Sophia!” Brooklyn shot her a grin and Sophie grit her teeth, giving Rafe another look again, but he turned her away with both hands on her shoulders. “Ignore her. I’ll talk to her. Go.”

He kept his eyes trained on her until she left the dining room, then turned to Brooklyn, his tone icy but quiet so they didn’t make a scene. “What the fuck was that?”

“Come on, Rafe.” Brooklyn shrunk back a little, pouting. “You’re telling me that’s all real? Seriously? She’s so stiff.”

“Yeah, because she was trying to be polite while you were nothing but rude all evening.” He shot back, arms folded. “I thought you could be civil and finally mature about this. I guess I was wrong.”

“You’re not serious.” She rolled her eyes and reached out for Rafe, only for him to flinch away from her touch. “I mean, look at her. You think she compares to me?”

“No. She’s miles beyond you. She’s so damn clever, she’s fucking gorgeous and she’s loyal as hell.” He paused, a wave of hurt flashing across his face. “Unlike you.”

That seemed to break Brooklyn and her shoulders slumped, face dropping. “Rafe, I...I didn’t mean to hurt you -”

“Am I wrong?”

“He initiated it -”

“Am. I. Wrong.” He spoke evenly, nose flaring.

She sighed quietly. “No.”

“Goddamn it.” Rafe exhaled, nodding once. “Okay. That’s all I needed. Don’t text me again.” He turned sharply on his heel, ignoring her call after him. He strode out to the parking lot and got in his car where Sophie waited in the passenger seat, letting the door slam shut behind him.

Sophie was about to start on an impassioned rant until she noticed his set jaw and tense shoulders, and she reached over, combing one hand through the hair at the nape of his neck. “You alright?”

“I love you. So fucking much. You know that?” He asked after a moment, pressing his head back into her palm.

“I do. I love you too.” She hesitated. “You don’t believe any of that, what she said. Right?”

“No, god, of course not.” He cracked a grin at her. “If you were with me for my money you’d have let me pay for your jewelry tonight.”

Sophie rolled her eyes, tugging teasingly on his hair. “I have perfectly fine jewelry, it’s ridiculous, not to mention unethical, for you to buy me a new something for every event -”

“I know, I know.” He laughed and leaned over to catch her lips in a kiss. “I’m kidding, baby. You look stunning, no matter what you’re in.”

“I could have taken her, you know.” She squared up in her seat and pretended to punch the air. “Two hits and she’d be out.”

Rafe shook his head, grinning. “I know, that’s exactly why I held you back. Remind me to not get on your bad side.”

“You’ve already been on my bad side.” She informed him, lightly punching his arm. “I think you’re in the clear for a while.”

“Just a while?”

“Yeah, I gotta keep you on your toes.” She paused, trying to gather her thoughts. “Is she - um, can I - do you have her blocked? I don’t want to overstep, but -”

“No, that’s a good idea. Go ahead.” He handed her his phone once it was unlocked, starting the car and backing out. “All of that was so fucked up, what she said.” He scowled. “And I promise I’ll take you to the Bahamas, it just felt early - I mean, I was nervous to even bring you to the Christmas party, much less family vacation, that’s unnecessary pressure for you -”

“You’re fine, Rafe.” She rested a reassuring hand on his thigh. “I promise. I don’t care about that. She was just trying to get under my skin.”

“I’m really sorry, I promise. I didn’t think she’d be that way or I would have just gone and switched tables with someone.” He frowned and stretched his arm out, resting it across the back of her seat. “She was so touchy.“

“I would have done something if she touched you again.” Sophie scowled, letting her head fall back against his arm. “I don’t like that.”

“Yeah? You jealous?” He resisted a grin, loving the way her nose scrunched up in the scowl.

“No, I know you’re mine.” She slid her hand up his thigh, squeezing once. “I just don’t like other girls flirting with you. It doesn’t feel right.”

“You’re the only one I want flirting with me for a long time.” He reassured her, sending her a smile.

Sophie shoved his shoulder with a grin, shaking her head. “Cheesy.”

“Yeah, and you love it.”

“You know I do.”

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Secrets of the Shore (Chapter 22)

Pairing: JJ x OC

Summary: This is just my rewrite of the show Outer Banks with my own twist by adding another main character which also happens to be John B’s twin sister.

Note: Happy Sunday (: Only two more chapters left and I’m sad about it.

Word Count: 6.8k

Chapter 21 Masterlist

My friends drag each other to Heyward's shed where he stores all his useless junk he'll probably never touch again. I always said Pope's dad was a borderline hoarder. But the clutter does nothing to distract me from what's happening to my brother.

I pace back and forth with my hands interlocked on the top of my head. As I move back and forth, my friends keep their eyes trained on me as if I might sprint back to the airstrip.

No one says anything. The four of us are try to defuse the ticking time bomb thats about to blow in all of our heads without actually losing our minds.

I freeze when I hear the familiar hum of a plane fly overhead. I feel my throat tighten and my face heat with frustration. And just like that, Ward Cameron wins again.

"There goes the gold," Pope says and throws his hat across the room.

"Shit!" JJ kicks the closest thing to him which happens to be a three legged wooden table.

"Fuck!" Pope picks up a metal trash bin and throws it across the room, just like his hat.

"Pope!" Kie yells.

"God damn it!" He continues to throw anything he can find. His bomb exploded and he's destroying anything in his path. "Shit! Fuck!" He finds a wooden baseball bat in the heap of the clutter and hits whatever he can find. Glass tables, wooden chairs, more trash bins. I'm almost mesmerized by his movements because I have never seen this side of Pope before. "Shit! Damn it!"

"Pope!" Kie's trying to clam him down while JJ and I just watch with open mouths and raised brows. However, Pope just ignores her and continues to yell and break shit. "Pope!" I can imagine the release Pope must be feeling from this. All my life, I've never seen him act like this. He's usually so composed, always the one to keep us from doing shit like this. I don't know how to react now that roles are reversed. "Pope!"

Pope eventually falls with exhaustion against the arm of a musty green couch and pants to catch his breath.

"Yeah, dude," JJ says slowly. He puts his hand on Pope's shoulder and squeezes. "I was wondering when this was gonna happen. Here you go, chief." JJ holds out his dab pen for Pope to take. Pope looks at it and for the first time, he actually considers it. "A little weed never hurt no one."

"JJ," Kie says, disapproving.

"Relax, Kie."

"You know he doesn't smoke."

Pope ignores both of them and takes the pen from JJ and inhales a large hit. As if this kid couldn't shock me more today.

"Well, maybe not until today."

"Pope."

"Yeah, what is that gonna help?" Pope says. "I lost my scholarship. Walked out in the middle of the interview. Every -" Pope inhales sharply and shakes his head. "It's gone. It's not gonna happen."

"You did that for us?" Kie asks.

"No, not for us. For nothing."

I never thought of silence as being physically heavy, but right now, I feel like I'm being weighed down by a thick fog that I can't swim out of. Pope's right. Despite everything we did right this summer to get something we all deserve, we ended up with nothing except for more problems.

"I'm here for you, Pope," JJ says. "Welcome to my world, okay?"

Kie looks at me for some kind of assistance, but I have nothing to offer. She sighs and looks back at the boys. "JJ -"

"What, Kie? He's right. It doesn't matter anymore."

"You don't have to do that," Kie tells Pope and motions to the weed.

"What do you care?" Pope snaps.

Before this can get any worse, I turn at the sound of footsteps approaching us. My jaw physically hits the ground, at least that's what it feels like, when I see John B.

His eyes are facing forward and his clothes are covered in blood. He looks like he's in some kind of state of shock and I am terrified to find out why.

But my sisterly instincts kick in first. I'm running to him before the others even see him and my hands are pulling his shirt up to make sure the blood isn't his. John B reacts as if I'm not even there and stares ahead.

"John B what happened?" My voice shakes as my eyes scan his body. There's not a even a scratch on him, but I almost wish there was. Because this means the blood belongs to someone else, and I don't want to think that my brother is the reason for it.

"Dude! Dude, you good?" JJ runs up behind me and looks over John B's body with big eyes.

"Oh, my God! John B!"

"Is this yours?"

"Whose blood is that?"

I cup John B's face in my hands and make him look at me. When his eyes finally find mine, I ask, "What happened?"

Before he can answer, cop cars with their sirens on pass us on the road behind us. John B grabs me by the arm and shoves us all back into the shed and we duck behind a wooden slack.

"Shit," Pope curses as his chest moves up and down heavily.

When the coast is clear, John B tells us what happened. Sheriff Peterkin showed up. At first Ward thought she was going to arrest John B for breaking into the airstrip and almost causing a catastrophic accident, but she was there to arrest Ward. Of course Ward wasn't going to go down without a fight and before Peterkin could react, she was shot in the chest. By none other than Rafe Cameron.

"Rafe shot Sheriff Peterkin?" I ask in disbelief.

I always thought Rafe was a lot of things, but I never had cop killer written down on my list. However, I do know that Rafe is the kind of kid who would do absolutely anything to impress his dad. He's been fighting for his attention since he was a tween. Maybe in his own sick way, he thought killing Peterkin was saving his dad.

John B nods. He tells us Peterkin told him to run. And as much as he didn't want to, he was better off with us than dead. Sarah even told him to go as she protected him with her own body while he ran away. Rafe tried to shoot him too but couldn't get his aim down as he sprinted through the woods to get to us.

"What?" I feel my blood turn ice cold when I think about Rafe trying to kill my brother. The one family member I have left. "Why would Rafe want to kill you too?"

John B shrugs. "Because I saw the whole thing."

"So did his sister," I say. "Do you think Sarah is okay?"

"Rafe wouldn't hurt her."

I scoff. "Yeah right."

Now I know that Rafe is pretty much capable of anything worthy to an eternity in hell. I don't think anyone is safe in his company. Not even Sarah. Maybe Ward.

"Kie, can you give me a ride somewhere?" John B asks.

We sneak through the back roads to get to Kie's house. When we get in her car, John B directs her to the police station. By the time we get there, the sun is completely set, blanketing the town in an eery indigo color.

Everything seems so silent to me now. The hum of Kie's radio, the shuffling of leaves brushing against each other, the bickering between my friends and brother. There's a ringing in my ear that won't go away until my hands are wrapped around Rafe's neck.

I feel like my brain as been replaced by a dark cloud. No ideas, no thoughts, no plans can make me feel any better or lighter. It's like an invisible hand has reached down my throat and twisted my heart right out of my chest.

Peterkin was the one and only person that actually helped John B and I. She kept DCS off our backs for as long as she could, she never rubbed it mine or John B's face that the whole island thought we were delusional when we said our dad was coming back, and she was even going to arrest Ward Cameron for my father's murder.

She didn't deserve to die. Although I wasn't the one who pulled the trigger, I can't help but think that her death is somehow my fault. It was my family she was protecting. She was doing her job, but she could have easily written my dad's death off as an accident like every other cop on this island.

"John B, what are we doing at the police station?" JJ asks when Kie parks the car right outside of the front entrance.

"Somebody's gotta tell them what happened." John B's voice is filled with sadness and guilt. I wish I could pull all this weight off his shoulders and add it to mine. He use to be so optimistic - always the one to cheer me up. Now that it's the other way around, I'm dumbfounded on what to do.

Pope takes another hit of JJ's juul and ends up coughing most of the hit up.

"Oh," JJ says from his seat behind Pope and pats his shoulder twice. "Easy there, chief. Damn."

I ignore the fact that Pope sounds like he's hacking up a lung and turn to look at my brother.

"Are you sure?" I ask him.

"All right. I'm just gonna be real with you right now," JJ says to my brother. "You might end up in the lion's den, but you don't go there on purpose. It's fundamental. Just like my old man always told me, you should never ever trust cops, no matter what the circumstance is."

I scoff at the idea of taking advice from JJ's dad.

"Your old man's an abusive liar," Kie says, looking through the rearview mirror with a scowl on her face.

"I agree with JJ," Pope says. "Fuck the police."

Kie turns to look at him. "You going dark side now?"

"When's the last time the police helped us?" Pope says.

"Peterkin looked out for me, all right?" John B says loud enough to grab everyone's attention. "Tried to, at least." He looks at me. "They need to know."

John B steps out of the car with his head hanging low on his shoulders. I bite down on my bottom lip, contemplating what our next move should be. All I know is that I can't let him do this by himself.

"Wait, John B!" I jump out of the car and follow him to the front door. "You're not going to do this alone."

I wait for John B to argue with me but he doesn't. Instead, he nods his head and leads me into the police station, a place I've been in a couple times by force. Never by choice.

There's a woman at the front desk who looks exhausted and busy. I can hear the mumbling of her radio on her desk and the static after each statement. I'm pretty sure I hear Peterkin's name but I don't know if it's my own head repeating her name over and over again.

"Um...excuse me, ma'am," John B says.

The woman barely looks up from her desk and writes something down on her pad of paper in front of her. "This is not a good time, kid." Had she just taken the time to look up, she would see the guy standing in front of her is covered in blood. Maybe then, she would be more worried. Instead, she focuses on her radio. "Adam, advise if you need air tran."

I open my mouth to give this woman a piece of my mind, but John B cuts me off. His voice soft and broken. "I know who shot the Sheriff."

I force myself to look up at him. He looks like he's trying his best to keep himself composed when all I know he wants to do is collapse on the nearest chair and just...breathe.

The woman freezes and finally takes in John B's appearance. She studies the stain on his shirt and the sweat on his skin, the hollowness behind his eyes and his shaky hands.

"You stay put," She says as she backs away. "I'll get a deputy."

I look around the station and feel an uneasy swirling motion in my stomach. It's unsettling. Like JJ's words are getting in my head. Maybe coming to the cops wasn't such a good idea.

My head snaps towards the radio when it statics to life again. "Central, three Vick. We have a suspect in our 31. John Routledge."

My blood runs cold and my eyes flash up to meet John B's. He's staring down at the radio like it's an actual person and he's frozen in shock.

Another woman's voice comes up on the radio. "Copy that. All units, be on the lookout for John B Routledge."

"Sixteen year old white male. Six foot. Last seen wearing board shorts, a 'Bad Brains' T shirt, and a faded red hoodie."

"Copy that."

My hands grab John B's to drag him out of here. My head scrambles to come up with our best plan, but I know staying here isn't it. Ward somehow managed to spin this around on my brother. I shouldn't be shocked, but I keep managing to be knocked out with more surprises right when I think things couldn't get any worse.

Just as I'm about to pull John B out of there, two cops come out from the back and stare at the two of us with big eyes. A man and woman dressed in their faded brown deputy uniforms. My eyes trail down to their hands that are both steady on the gun in their holster, ready to aim if they need to.

"Just...breathe. All right?" The woman cops holds out her hand as if to tell John B to stay calm.

The other officer nods. "John B. Do what she says."

"Look, I didn't...I didn't do it, okay?" John B tries to explain but his voice his shaky and lacks any sort of confidence.

"Dont...move."

"Go..." My voice is barely a hushed whisper but my tug on his arm is strong. "Go, go, go. Run!"

John B and I sprint out of the station before any officers can guard the door. I can barely hear them yelling after us through the drumming in my ears.

"Kie! Start the car!" John B yells as we basically body slam ourselves into her car. "Start the car, Kie!"

I basically rip the back door open and stumble into JJ's lap after tripping on my own feet. Everyone's yelling. The people in the car. The people running out of the police station.

"What? John B!" Kie yells as her hands shake. She tries putting the keys back into the ignition but her hands are trembling too much.

"The cops!"

"Shit!" JJ curses and looks over my shoulder at the cops who are sprinting towards us.

"Go!" John B yells at her. She turns the key but of course the car decides not to start. "Kie, drive! Go!"

"Go Kie!" Now I'm yelling at her.

"Stop the car!" One of the cops yell with her gun raised at the back window.

"I'm going! I'm sorry!" Kie says as anxiety cripples through her.

"Right now!" The woman cop from inside approaches the car. She tries to open it but the door is locked.

"What did you do?" Kie yells at us.

Kie moves the vehicle slowly out of the parking lot, but the woman is relentless. She runs with us side by side and hooks her fingers around the door handle.

"Open it!" JJ yells at John B.

John B opens the door to knock the cop off the car. The tactic works and she rolls on the ground. Only now we'll probably be written up for assault too.

I fall back into my seat and pant for breath. My head falls back against the cushioned seat and my eyes close. Okay, okay, think, Marleigh. Think.

Ward killed my dad. Ward stole my gold. Rafe killed Peterkin. And somehow, my brother is the one being framed for murder. Make it all make sense.

I hate them. The Camerons. Kooks. All entitled, greedy sons of bitches who don't know how to handle rejection or the word 'no.' They think all their meals should be served on a silver platter and kids like us are born for the sole purpose to serve them. They deserve to rot. They deserve to feel all the pain we do.

And yet, they don't. And they never will because that's the life we live. A life where people like Ward and Rafe Cameron can get a way with murder because no one would blink twice at their lame excuse of a story.

A lie.

It all boils down to money. Money we almost had right in our pockets. But now it's gone as is pretty much everything else in my life. My house. My dad. Maybe now my brother.

JJ laces his fingers with mine and gives my hand a gentle squeeze. I keep my eyes closed but let my head fall on his shoulder. I focus on his touch. How his thumb delicately rubs against my skin in a light up and down motion. How his lips are able to make my heart flutter when they kiss the top of my head. How his soft whispers, telling me everything is going to be okay, are sweet enough to make me melt into a buttery mess.

Maybe not everything's gone. I still have JJ. The constant in my life. The one who can always make me feel better even in the shittiest of situations. My sun on my darkest nights. My sight into the future when I can't even think of tomorrow.

I don't let JJ go. Even when Kie parks the car back at Heyward's shed under an open roof. We have literally nowhere else to go. The cops will undoubtedly check all of our homes, including Kie's. The Chateau is definitely surrounded by cops, waiting for John B and I to make the dumb move of going back there. And Tannyhill isn't an option anymore.

The sun is already poking out behind the trees as morning approaches. My body aches from sleeping in this cramped car, but I try to ignore the pain and focus on the fact that we're all still together. For now.

The five of us sit in silence. Some of us try to wrap our heads around what just happened and try to come up with another plan. The rest of us, like me, are so tired, they can't even remember what their middle name is.

The only noise in the car comes from Kie's radio. "...should be functional within twenty four hours." Meanwhile, another cop car with loud sirens pass us on the road without sparing this car a second glance. "And still, no arrest in the shooting death of Sheriff Susan Peterkin. The state police have issued a statement regarding a local person of interest, a juvenile from -"

Kie switches the radio off and glances back at John B and I. My brother has his seat reclined all the way back and is staring up the at the ceiling of the car. JJ has moved so his back is against the car door with one leg bent at the back of the seat and the other one on the floor. I sit between his legs and play with the necklace he gave me a couple days ago. Crazy enough, it feels like years since he gifted me this.

"Let's game this out," JJ is the first to speak. He looks at Kie and Pope in the front seat. "Maybe you guys can help, being the smart ones and all, but..." He sighs. "...who are the cops going to believe? Ward Cameron or us? So the accuser is a big shot developer, kind of lord of the island, got the governor on speed dial kind of person, and the accused...is John B, who is...pretty much a homeless sixteen year old boy at the moment."

"Thanks." John B deadpans.

"Okay, man. Yucatan, all right? I'm saying that's the only option." John B gives him a look to stop talking but of course JJ doesn't take the hint. "What other options do you have?"

"Enough with the Mexico bullshit," Kie says.

"Sarah will bail me out," John B says a lot more confidently than I feel about the situation.

"She did witness the whole thing," Kie says.

"Thank you."

"You really think she's going to pick you over her own family?" I can't help the attitude that drips off my tongue with each word. Sarah's a nice girl and I really liked her. But Rafe and Ward are her family. "No offense, but you've really only known each other for a few weeks."

"Not happening, bro. Okay?" JJ says, agreeing with me. "We gotta get you off the island."

"The ferry," Pope speaks up for the first time all morning. "It's the only way."

"Exit stage left while you still can. Before the entire island is on lockdown."

"Guys, just get down," Kie slumps further into her seat as another round of sirens pass us.

"Sarah's not a Pogue, John B," Pope says. He has a point. Sarah hasn't been friends with all of us for that long. I almost wouldn't even blame her if she took her family's side.

"Yeah. You can't stay here, man," JJ says, tightening his hold on me.

Another moment of silence passes through us and I wonder if JJ's right. Adrenaline on the island is at an all time high. No cop, no lawyer, no person is going to believe John B over Ward. Not without evidence. We need time to clear John B's name. So maybe getting him off the island would be best. Even if it's just temporary.

~ ~ ~

When Kie parks in front of the ferry, Pope hops out to buy the tickets and Kie moves to the passenger seat. I offered to go with him but JJ told me that was a bad idea because I would get recognized as John B's sister.

So here I am, useless and laying down as flat as I can next to John B to avoid being seen through the windows.

I look at John B. His eyes are closed and his chest moves heavily up and down. His fingers flex and clench into fists every couple of seconds. I wonder if his fractured hand is starting to hurt him.

"The first thing we're doing when we get off this stupid island is buying you a new outfit," I say. I cringe in disgust when I look at Peterkin's blood stain on his clothes. Another reminder that she's dead.

I look up to the front seat window when Pope comes back to the car. He's mumbling to himself and I think he has something in his hand.

"Okay. All right, no."

"Pope, can you act normal?" Kie says through clenched teeth and unlocks the door for Pope to get in.

"Okay, um...okay, so, bad news. The ferry's closed, and there is this."

Kie takes a piece of paper from his hand and looks at it. Her eyes close for half a second and she shakes her head. "Shit."

"What is that? What is this?" John B asks.

JJ snags the paper out of Kie's hand and looks at it. "Well, John B, uh...this is a good framer of you." He turns the paper over and shows my brother and I a picture of John B on a 'WANTED' sign with a cash reward of $25,000.

"Okay, so the whole island's looking for John B right now," Pope says.

"That's a lot of money," I can't help but laugh. "Gotta say, John B. Didn't think you would be worth that much. Hell, maybe I'll turn you in."

"Congratulations John B, you're famous," JJ says.

John B slaps the outside of my thigh with the back of his hand. I scoff and slap him back, which causes a strings of slaps and hits, though mostly playful, and some a little harder.

"Stop. Guys, stop!" Kie says loudly. JJ pulls my hands away from my brother and folds them in my lap. He gives me a warning look, like a teacher would their student, and it makes me want to laugh about how bizarre this whole thing is. "We got to get to the HMS. We need small, no running lights -"

"It's at the Chateau, Kie," John B says.

"And I wonder if the cops got the entire place taken out," JJ says sarcastically. "Let me think. Oh, yeah. No. they definitely have that place locked down."

"Let me think. Just give me a second," John B says frustratingly.

"JJ," Pope says.

"What?" He looks up.

"Does your dad still have the boat? The cigarette boat, the Phantom. The one he used to race."

I look up at JJ, but I can't read his emotions. He keeps his face unfazed. "Maybe."

"You could get right up the coast, no problem. Okay, look - "

"It won't be easy, Pope."

"The surf's running from three to four."

"I don't know where the keys are."

"Well, find them."

"I'm thinking," JJ snaps.

"Why is nobody moving forward?" Pope yells at the car in front of us and bangs the palm of his hand on the steering wheel.

I rub my fingers in a circular motion on my temples and close my eyes again. Words are being spat at about a million miles per hour. It's hard to keep up and my blood vessels twist with anxiety.

"Can you relax?" Kie hisses. "JJ, how much weed did you give him?"

"Guys," John B says. "Your car's on the poster."

Pope ignores everyone and hits his fist against the horn of the car. "Can we move it?"

"Pope!"

I'm going to puke.

"Come on!"

"Don't honk the horn!" Kie says, hitting Pope's arms away from the wheel.

"It's that guy. Right there!" I hear a voice outside our window say. The voice sounds young. Kid-like.

"Shit," John B tries pushing himself further into his seat. I didn't even realize he sat up in the first place.

"We got a snitch. Pope, turn the car on," JJ says, sitting up in his seat and leaning forward to hit Pope on the shoulder.

"We get $25,000 if we find him!" The kid says.

"Hey! He's right there!" Another voice. Manly. Great, we're drawing a crowd.

"Hey! We gotta go!" Kie yells.

"Pope, go!" I yell.

"Turn the car on!" JJ yells.

We're all yelling and I think my eardrums might burst.

"I found him first!" The kid says to the man.

"Hell you did, you little bastard!"

"Pope, turn the frickin' car on!" JJ yells.

The crowd starts growing around the car. John B turns into my side and pulls his hood up over his head.

"I am trying!" Pope yells back at us.

"Turn the car on!"

"Go, go, go!"

Pope jerks the car forward and hits the car in front of us. I jolt forward in the middle seat and stop myself from going through the windshield by pressing my two arms on the front two seats.

I hear the crowd gasp and move backwards to avoid the nutso in the front seat. Now that I think about it, who let Pope drive in the first place?

"Pope! Jeez!" JJ curses.

"Dude, back up!" Kie yells.

Pope puts the car in reverse and steps on the gas, but hits another car in the process.

"Hey!"

"The other way!"

JJ pats Pope's shoulder again. "It's okay! Pope, just go!"

Pope hits the corner of Kie's front bumper against the car in front of us again but continues to step on the gas until we're completely out of our spot.

"What are you doing?" Kie yells at him.

"We'll bump out!"

"Watch out!" I yell when I spot a couple of people crossing the street before Pope can kill them.

"Whoa! Whoa! Watch out!" Pope yells and swings his hands in front of him to motion for the people to jump out of the way. "Watch out!" My back hits the back of my seat, hard. Pope has the audacity to laugh. Head back and all. "Oh my god."

"Pope!" Kie yells. "What the fuck?"

"I'm living my best life right now," Pope says through laughter.

Kie slumps in her seat. "My mom's gonna kill me."

"I should be the last to say this, but you are not okay to drive," JJ says. I turn to glare at him and he puts his hands up in the air to surrender. He looks back out to the road and yells, "Stop!"

Pope stomps on the brakes and sends us skidding to a stop. JJ's arm whips out to the right to stop me from flying forward.

We're gonna die.

Pope looks over his shoulder at my brother. "John B, get out."

"What?" I glare.

"He's right," JJ says and my head snaps to him. He ignores me. "We'll draw the cops, you run."

"Shit," John B curses and unbuckles himself.

"I'll get the rig, and I'll meet you in the dump tomorrow, okay? Three o'clock, okay?"

"Wait, I'm coming with you," I say, but John B shakes his head.

"No. You stay here. Stay with them."

"I'm not leaving you!" I fight back and look at him like he has two heads. He must think I'm crazy if he thinks I'm going to let him run away by himself.

"JJ -" John B looks at him.

"On it. Go!" JJ's hands wrap around my waist, forcing me to stay in the car. I try prying his fingers off of me, but he's a lot stronger than I am. John B starts running off. "Three tomorrow at the dump!" When John B disappears behind the tree, JJ finally lets me go. I turn around and shove him back by his chest and slide over to the seat that John B was just in. JJ sighs and looks forward again. "Come on, go, go, go!"

Pope steps on the gas again and veers forward.

I look out the window and ignore the queasiness that has fully taken over my stomach. I know John B and JJ were right to keep me in the car. I would only slow John B down and get myself in trouble and therefore, be completely useless in helping my brother. But I can't shake the feeling that I'm abandoning him.

~ ~ ~

Pope, for some reason, is still driving. I don't know where he's going but it seems like we're on our way to Figure Eight. Pope turns on the radio, blasting one of North Carolina's hip hop stations.

JJ leans forward in the middle seat and pushes his head between Kie and Pope. He's managing to laugh like we're on some joy ride on Memorial Day weekend. "Pope, you clocked that car, man. Like that was so bad!" JJ shakes his head. "I'm just glad I'm not driving now."

" Pull over." Kie tells Pope. "JJ, it's not funny. He shouldn't be driving."

JJ grimaces. "Mama's mad."

Pope pulls the car over and switches seats with Kie. A delirious grin stays on the high boy's lips as he settles in the passenger seat.

"What are you -"

"Where are we going?" I ask Kie as she makes a familiar right turn.

"The last place they're gonna look." Kie says.

~ ~ ~

By the time Kie pulls up to Tannyhill, the sun has disappeared into the horizon and the pit of my stomach is the size of a category five hurricane. I can't remember the last time I ate or drank anything and the pounding in my head feels like a hundred bullets are penetrating my skull.

Kie's brilliant idea is to somehow get to Sarah and convince her to go to the police to confess what actually happened.

"Perfectly focused," Pope says to himself, which makes me glare at him. Pope is anything but focused.

"You sure this is a good idea?" JJ says.

"She's the only one who can clear John B," Kie says.

"Last place they'll look because of how stupid it is."

Kie ignores JJ and gets out of the car with Pope following right behind her. When I open the door, JJ pulls me back and closes the door again.

I look at him. My first reaction is to be concerned. Something in JJ's expression makes me fold. For a second I forget the mess we're in and I get lost in his blue eyes. It's just me and JJ and the world outside of this car no longer exists.

His warm hand wraps around my smaller one and he pulls me closer into him. His other hand cups my face, right underneath my jaw. My face feels like it's physically sparkling with the touch of his breath and forget butterflies - there is a zoo in the pit of my stomach. I glide into JJ like magnet.

His lips press into mine and I cave in. I pull him close enough to where I'm straddling him. Time stops as does my breathing. My fingers run through his blonde hair, tugging on the ends. He stifles back a moan and my face flushes pink.

I pull back for breath and rest my forehead against his. I don't know how many more times we're going to get to do that. And it hurts me thinking it might come to an end.

"I'm sorry," I say.

JJ ignores me. "When we get to Yucatan, we're getting a bungalow. We're going to live in bathing suits and get drunk off of pina coladas every day. Skinny dipping is going to be our main source of exercise - well, other than the hot dangerous sex we're gonna have every night. I'm never going to leave your side and I'm going to keep you safe until the day we die. In a few years, we'll get married. You're gonna wear that dress you wore to Midsummers and we're gonna have beautiful beach babies who will go on to win surfing championships by the time they're ten because they're going to be prodigies. Our prodigies. And John B is going to be there with us. Because he's not going to jail for a crime he didn't commit. Okay?"

I don't even realize tears are streaming down my face until he's wiping his thumb against my wet cheek.

"Promise?" My voice cracks and I really wish it didn't. But that's the life I want. That's the life I need. I don't care if it's in Yucatan or in the middle of a deserted island. I just need my boys, Kie, and Pope.

JJ kisses my left cheek. Then my right and my nose. "I promise."

"I love you, J."

"And I love you. Everything is going to be okay. I'm going to make sure you're okay."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

JJ laughs. "Okay."

As much as I don't want to leave him, as much as I'd rather stay here with JJ and forget about all our problems, I know I can't. Because Kie is probably freaking out, waiting for me. Because John B is on the run somewhere and I need to do something, anything to help him.

"I should probably..."

JJ rolls his eyes playfully. "Yeah I know. Be quick. Okay?"

I nod and jump out of the car before my head or my heart can make me do otherwise. I push my legs, that feel like rubber, over the stone wall that lines the Cameron's property.

I stop in my tracks when I hear Pope and Kie in some kind of intense conversation...well as intense as Pope can handle right now. I think he's still super high.

"Pope! Pope! Pope! Sh!" Kie says in a hushed tone.

"Hey, I'm trying to tell you, I love you."

Oh shit. I look at the stone wall I just jumped over and consider jumping back over it to avoid eavesdropping on this conversation.

"First of all, I need you to be quiet," Kie says.

"Okay, yeah. Quiet, I mean -"

"No. Stop talking, like, now." Kie says. This time, Pope doesn't speak. "Second of all...thank you for saying that."

I can't help but physically cringe at that statement. Because I know what's coming next.

"Okay," Pope chuckles.

"Now, that's very sweet, but it's - look it's not gonna happen."

"Okay, well, why not?"

This is like a car wreck you can't look away from. I had a feeling Pope was in love with Kie for years now. But he never acted on it. Didn't even flirt with her the way JJ did before we were together. A part of me always hoped he did. Because I wanted to see how Kie would react. I think the two of them would be really cute together. Kie could teach Pope to take more risks and Pope could give her a beautiful life that didn't require her working for her parents forever. They compliment each other. Always have.

"Because Pogues can't mack on other Pogues."

Pope scoffs. "That rule doesn't make sense, and nobody follows it. I mean look at JJ and Marleigh -"

"Look, I - I want something different."

"Okay, I-"

"I - I wanna go to Antartica, and I wanna ride camels..."

"I want to do those things with you."

"No. Pope, it's not gonna work."

"I want to be that person!"

"No. It's not gonna happen," Kie shakes her head. God, this is brutal. I can't wait to tell JJ. "Do you understand what I'm saying? Like..." Kie sighs. "Look, I know that that's really hard to hear right now, but we don't have time for this, and this is a really bad place to do it." She pauses and Pope doesn't respond. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." He says, but his voice has completely changed. It's dark and cold and doesn't match my Pope's personality.

"Are you ready for the plan, or..."

"Yeah."

"Okay..." Kie says and this is when I decide to make my entrance. I can't help with the situation at hand but at least I can cause a distraction.

So I cough. "Sorry for the hold up. JJ and I were just fighting over who has to be look out. So..." I force myself to look between Pope and Kie as if I didn't just witness their whole conversation. I try not to focus on the tear streak down Pope's cheek and look at Kie. "Ready?"

Kie nods and leads us towards the Cameron's. A house I almost called my home.

Kie is in charge of getting to Sarah Cameron by her bedroom window while I stay with Pope and create a distraction. We decided it was best if one of us stayed with Pope so I offered myself, considering what I just watched.

Pope still seems to be upset. He's not exactly being quiet trying to stay hidden like we should be.

"Gotta stick to the plan," Pope mumbles to himself and plays with the grill. I find the closest pillow on their patio set and place it on top of it. "I like camels. I like Antartica."

"Pope..." I say softly. The last thing I want is to piss him off more but he's making me nervous.

He ignores me. "What's wrong with that plan?" He bends down and picks up a rubber duck in a paramedic costume and looks at it thoughtfully. "Same." I don't know exactly what that means but he throws the duck into the grill and finds the lighter fluid. When he saturates the pillow...and duck, he turns the grill on. The fluid quickly ignites and flames shoot out from the grill. Pope's head is close enough to the fire that his hat catches on fire. "Shit!"

"Holy shit," I throw my arm at his head and knock the hat off of him. I stomp on it until the flame dies under my sneakers and pull him behind the closest tree that can hide us both.

Less than a minute later, I hear two pairs of footsteps come out. I recognize Ward's voice as he curses at the destructed grill until he stops and mutters the name "Sarah" under his breath and makes a beeline back in side.

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Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)

Summer II

Part 04: I Should Just Tell You To Leave

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summary: Against your better judgement, you seek out Rafe to talk about the Fourth of July party but things inevitably spiral.

a/n: I don’t really have anything to add!! Enjoy the angst! :))

word count: 2.2k words

The warm Outer Banks sun streamed into your room waking you from your sleep like a subtle alarm clock. The sounds of the air conditioning whirling away in the background was the only noise filling the mostly quiet house. You rolled over in your bed and finding a cool spot drifted back to sleep.

This time the loud chimes of the front door bell pulled you out of your slumber. You sat up onto your elbows curiously. No one ever ringed your door bell except for the delivery person and never this early in the day. A pair of footsteps padded across the foyer to the front door and your mom’s familiar voice echoed through the house moments later.

With your door closed, the conversations was muffled and you could only make out pieces of it.

She didn’t just say “Cameron,” did she? You wondered.

You were surely just being paranoid. It had only been two days since everything that had happened on the Fourth and your brain felt scrambled from overthinking just about every detail of that night.

Your curiosity officially got the best of you and you slipped out of your bed, quietly as not to make any of the floorboards creak in the old house. You cracked open your bedroom door just enough to hopefully steal a glance at the front door but your mom's figure was blocking the face of whoever she was talking to.

The voice though. It sounded so familiar, like you should have been able to place it.

You watched from your bedroom as your mom stepped forward and gave the other person a hug, bringing their face into perfect view.

It was Ward Cameron. What was he doing here?

You watched your mom exchange a few more worlds and close the door behind him. You slide your feet into a pair of throughly-worn through slippers and stepped out of your bedroom.

Your mom was still standing at the bottom of the stairs tapping away at her phone. You wanted to ask her about Ward but you couldn't give away that you had been eavesdropping.

"Morning mom," you said, kissing her cheek, your eyes fluttering down to her phone screen. Her text with your dad were pulled up but it didn't look like anything important. "What’s for breakfast?"

"There's some bagels on the counter,” she replied, not looking up from her phone.

"Okay," you paused. "Was someone at the door?" You asked, hoping your mom missed the eagerness of your question.

"Oh, just Mr. Cameron." She said.

"Ward?"

"Mmmhmm."

"What did he want?" You pushed.

"He's helping us with Midsummers,” she replied.

Midsummers? You thoughts. Isn't that usually in June?

"I thought Midsummers already happened this year."

Your mom sighed and you could pick up on her slight annoyance with your questioning.

"It was. He's helping us with next summer. The board sends out invites the August before."

The bulk of your mom's statement went over your head except for two words: next summer. As in you would for sure be back in the Outer Banks next summer.

"Isn't Nonna already a member of the Club?"

“Yes, she is. But Midsummer is put on through the Island Club which an even more exclusive part of the Club. Our family used to be a part of it when I younger. Ward's helping us get back in."

"I thought our family didn't like the Camerons?" The words were out of your mouth before you realized how it might sound.

Your mom finally looked up from her phone at you. "Why would you think that?"

"Oh," you paused, unsure how to proceed exactly. "Nonna said Mr. Cameron broke your heart your senior year of high school," you said hesitantly. "She said you were so upset you didn't talk to her for like two years.”

Your mom scoffed. "Your Nonna is always so dramatic. That's where your older sister gets it from. My mother told me she wouldn't pay for my college if I followed Ward to UNC. I guess she didn't realize I wanted to go to the west coast for college anyway and was going to break up with Ward when he was home over Thanksgiving break. Things with Ward didn't end with any bad blood, contrary to my mother’s belief. She’s never liked the Camerons for some reason but that's just her."

"So then we're going next summer? To Midsummers?"

"That's what I'm trying to make happen." Your mother went back to typing furiously on her phone.

"And the Camerons go ever summer?” You asked. Your mind defied you, conjuring up an image of Rafe waltzing into Midsummers in a perfectly tailored suit with a matching baby blue bow tie that made his eyes pop.

"What's with the sudden interest in a party?" Your mother asked back.

You forced the corners of your mouth up into a casual smile. "No reason. I'm going to eat breakfast." You quickly disappeared down the hallway before you gave yourself away.

☼☼☼

You hummed along softly to the music coming from your phone as you ran a straightening iron through your thick hair. The summer humidity made it a disaster to deal with. You knew two minutes outside would send it right back into looking like an untamed mess but most mornings you still stood in front of the mirror straightening it anyway.

Your phone which was sitting on the counter to your right buzzed with a new notification. You picked it up and unlocked it. There were two unread text sitting in your messages: one from your dad and another from an unknown number. You opened the second one.

Hey y/n! It's Cleo. Have you heard from Rafe recently? He's been acting weird and ghosting on our plans. I realized I had your number so I figured I'd shoot you a text and ask!!

You reread the text from Cleo before switching to your messages with Sarah.

y/n: Do you know where your brother is?

s: he's in his room moping i'm guessing for the same reason i couldn't find you after the fireworks

y/n: Sorry about that. How about I'll buy you ice cream this week and make it up to you?

You paused for a moment before typing out your next message.

y/n: Do you think I could come talk to him?

s: go for it

s: and i like mint chocolate chip with sprinkles :)

☼☼☼

You stood on the Cameron's front porch, not sure if you should knock or just walk inside. You settled on knocking and seconds later the door swung open revealing a younger-looking blonde woman holding a stemless wine glass with thick gold hoods hanging from her ears.

"Hi," you said, feeling like coming here might have been a very bad idea. "Um, is Rafe home?"

She glanced over her shoulder. "Yeah, yeah he is. Who are you again?"

"I'm y/n, one of his friends. Sarah said I could stop by."

She stepped back opening the door wider. "Sure, come in. I'm Rose. Rafe's in his room."

"Thank you," you said, stepping into the house. A sweeping staircase climbed up to the second floor. "Up here?" You asked.

"Mmmhmm." Rose nodded, bringing her wine glass up to her lips.

You walked slowly down the long hallway, most of the doors were closed except for one at the end.

You saw Rafe before he saw you. He was sitting in his unmade bed pushed into the corner of the room, only the light from the video games on the tv illuminating the space. You raise your first and knocked lightly on his doorframe, his attention snapping up to you.

You lingered in his doorway. Crossing into Rafe's room felt like it should mean something, you wanted it to mean something. His eyes were glued to the floor, watching your hesitant movements. You took a small step forward. He went back to the game, unpausing it, his fingers flying across the controller, no longer focused on you.

“Hey, I think we should talk,” you said as you crossed the room until you were just few feet away from him. When he didn’t move his gaze from the tv, you glanced around his room looking nervously, unsure where to rest your own eyes. The room was so distinctively his. Everything fit together in a way that made sense and the years he had spent growing up in it were obvious.

“Does your boyfriend know that you’re here?” He snapped back.

You ignored his comment, pressing on. “Sarah said you were moping.”

“Sarah says a lot of things.”

“Rafe.”

“Y/n.”

“Jesus, why are being such an asshole? Are you even gonna look at me?”

You expected your comment to earn you at least a glance in your direction but his head stayed firmly facing forward.

You stepped in front of the tv, forcing him to meet your stare.

“I’m sorry Rafe. I should have told you about Evan earlier. Or made it clearer.” You stumble on your words. The air in the room was hot. The words in your throat felt sticky like it was taking everything in you to get them out.

Rafe stood up from where he was sitting on his bed. Before you realized what he was doing, he was standing in front of you, his arm slipping behind your waist, pull you in until you had to place a hand on his chest to keep some distance between you. God, you cursed the way your body instinctively arched against his, the two of you fitting together like you were perfectly shaped for each other.

“I’m not an asshole,” he growled, his voice lower than you had ever heard it. “Because an asshole would kiss you right now even thought you’ve made it very clear you’re not available to be kissed.”

He looked down at you, his lips no more than two inches from yours. If you tilted your head up anymore your lips might land on his.

He lowered his head to whisper in your ear.

“And to be very clear, I would fucking love to be kissing you right now,” he paused, not moving his mouth from next to your ear. “Actually, I’d like to do a little more than just kiss you, sweetheart.”

A deep blush spread across your face. You whole body responded to his words.

Rafe took a sudden step back, releasing you from his grip. “So you can either call up your boyfriend and tell him you’re over and kiss me like I can tell you want to. Or don’t and leave.” Rafe crossed his arms in front of his body, his tshirt straining against his biceps muscles. How had you never noticed just how built he was? You tried to shake off the feeling of being pressed against him, held in place by his strong arms.

Your phone felt heavy in back pockets, weighting you down. “Rafe, you know I can’t do that. I can’t just pick you or him.”

“I’m not gonna be some side piece y/n. And I’m sure as hell not gonna share you with some kid who probably doesn’t deserve the time of day from you, much less to be your boyfriend. You have thirty seconds. Make a choice.”

“We’ve been together 6 months...7 next week.” You blabbed, practically pleading with him. You hated to hear the words Rafe was saying because you knew they were every bit true. You couldn’t have both boys. But if you were being honest with yourself: you didn’t want them both.

Rafe Cameron was intoxicating. He made your brain swirl and held your whole damn emotions hostage. You should have known after he’d gotten you into a car crash the first night you’d met that he’d end up tearing you apart in every way. Not to mention your own grandmother had quite clearly warned you to stay away from him. But something about his beautiful face made you cling to him and welcome your downfall.

Your eyes danced from Rafe’s lips up to meet his glare. You could see him counting down the seconds behind his stare.

10...9...8...

It was all moving too fast. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe.

7...6...

But hadn’t you known coming here would lead to this? A part of you did. You knew the second you walked into the big Cameron house with the shiny marble floors you weren’t gonna leave it any bit the same.

5...4...

The voice in your head was screaming at you to walk away. You didn’t hurt people and Rafe was right: staying here would hurt Evan and it would hurt you just as much, maybe more. The voice yelled at you to get out. Run away from trouble back to Evan who wouldn’t ever hurt you. Back to your perfectly nice boyfriend.

3...

But no matter how loud or persistent that voice telling you to leave was, it couldn’t shut up the part of your brain pushing you to take what you really wanted. The boy you really wanted. The boy standing in front of you.

2...

You spun on your heel and kept your eyes down as you across the threshold of Rafe’s room back into the hallway.

1...

Rafe’s door closed behind you with a definitive click. That was it. He’d told you to pick and you had. There was no going back. No do-overs.

You stood frozen in the Cameron’s hallway, blinked away the tears threatening to spill down your face, trying to reassure yourself of your decision.

Your life would be easier without Rafe Cameron crowding your thoughts, you told yourself. Evan was the safe choice, he was good for you.

You let your legs carry you down the grand staircase and out of the front door of the Cameron’s house. There you were, for the second time in a week, fleeing from Rafe Cameron with your heart in the kind of pain that just might actually kill you.

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Little Village {Finale?}＊Outer Banks＊

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word count - a lot but not too many warnings - Swearing, fighting, that whole deal synopsis - An unwanted person shows their face and everything changes. tagging - @apoguecalledjj @ijustreallylovethem @deathcompass @lolitstiana @jxpiter-sxturn @parkerpetertingle @diverrdown , @ponyboys-sunsets, @outerbanksbro, @alexandracheers, @x-lulu a/n - I think there might only be one more chapter after this depending on how this goes down, so that’s exciting. Also, thank you to @raesficrecs for giving me the motivation to finish this chapter. I’m sorry to everyone else that it has taken this long. Also, I wanted to let everyone know that it has been a little bit over a year since the start of this story which makes June now 19 and all of the Pogues 18 or older. Just so ya know. Also, after this chapter, if you want to do requests of what you’d like to see from June and the Pogues, let me know! Because I think this is the end of the plot that I had planned. Okay, back to the story.

“Okay, the two of you have got to knock it off.”

This was the fifth week in a row that the dinner table had been silent save for the brief crying of Eleanor. June and JJ sat on opposite ends of the table as far away from each other as possible. John B sat somewhere in the middle, eating his soup with a scowl on his face. But he had enough.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on between the two of you and, frankly, I don’t care. But you are really bumming me out.”

JJ scoffed, his eyes fixed on his bowl of soup as he obnoxiously sipped from his spoon. John B looked to June, who rolled her eyes and picked up her bowl of soup and made for the nursery.

“Dude, what did you do?” John B asked his friend.

JJ just shrugged.

June leaned over the crib, smiling as she waved a stuffed giraffe over Eleanor. The Little Pogue grinned, quiet laughs coming from her as she stretched up her hands for the plushie.

“My sweet girl,” June mused, reaching toward her daughter and stroking her cheek with a finger. “What would I do without you?”

Life carried on.

JJ stayed away. He was barely ever at the Chateau when June was. She knew that he was over sometimes when she wasn’t around, to talk to John B or to see Eleanor. Part of June wanted to ban him from her property entirely, but that felt cruel. She knew how much Eleanor meant to him, and taking that joy away from him for her own mistakes didn’t feel right.

She spent a lot of her time at Kie’s house with Sarah and Eleanor. They tried hanging out at the Cameron abode, but June felt tense every time she saw Rafe. He always kept his distance, but June struggled to trust him, even if she was working on forgiving him.

The day that Sarah finally told John B that Rafe had come back, June cried in the bathroom for an hour. John B was as stubborn as she was. And he hated Rafe more than most everyone else except maybe Pope and Sarah. June was barely surviving without JJ. She couldn’t handle losing Sarah as well. It felt as though her little village was falling apart and there was nothing she could do to hold it together.

John was angry. He was hurt. He was scared. But he loved Sarah more than he hated Rafe. He held her hand as she cried. He forgave her for not telling him sooner. He kissed her forehead and told her that he wasn’t going anywhere.

June knew he wasn’t going to the Cameron house as long as Rafe lived under the roof. He had a hard enough time having lived there himself for a while.

Knowing that she wasn’t about to lose another one of her friends, June could finally breathe again.

After John B told her everything that had happened with Sarah, he saw the distant look in June’s eyes and reached across the table to grab her hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her.

“It’s nothing.” She smiled at him. “I’m just glad you and Sarah are working through it.”

John B knew his sister. He could read her like a book. Something was very much the matter. But she was as stubborn as a mule and she wouldn’t budge once she had decided on something. And June had decided that nothing was wrong.

~~~

The Heywards invited the Routledge’s over every week for a family dinner. Sitting at a table that didnt wobble with food that wasn’t heated up in the microwave was always nice. But June liked the company more than anything else.

Two parents, her brother, one of her best friends, and her baby. It felt like family.

They laughed, talked about their days, made jokes, teased Pope.

This week, John B left early. Kie was helping him study for a test he had that week.

Pope took June out to the back where they had set up a rundown basketball hoop. June had never been coordinated athletically. She failed miserably at anything sports related. But Pope liked to help teach her.

They stood out in the cold while Mrs and Mr Heyward coddled Eleanor.

June huffed in irritation as she tossed the ball, missing the basket entirely but hitting the backboard.

“What’s on your mind?” Pope asked, making a perfect basket.

“How much I suck at this,” June said.

Pope would have laughed if he hadn’t been so worried about her.

“What’s really going on?” He asked and tucked his ball under his arm so she couldn’t throw it again.

She looked at him with pinched eyebrows.

“Nothing.”

“I don’t appreciate being lied to, June.”

“I’m not lying-“

“You’re very clearly lying to me.”

June made a face that looked like she was sucking on a lemon. She finally sighed.

“JJ brought a girl into the house,” she said finally.

“Isn’t that against the rules?” Pope passed her the ball.

June bounced it against the ground and nodded her head.

“So you revoked his Eleanor pro ledges?”

“More like I revoked his me privledges.”

“Ah.”

June threw the ball and missed again. A glare settled on her brow as she went to retrieve the ball.

“Is it the rule breaking you’re upset about or the fact that there was another girl in the house?”

“What’s the difference?”

“One is you being protective of Eleanor and one is being protective of you.”

June paused, looking at Pope with her scowl. But he didn’t back down.

“I’m not following.”

“You don’t want girls in the house because that’s strangers you don’t know hanging around your baby. Understandable. You also don’t want girls around because you know the only reason JJ does it is to shove your face in the fact that it’s not you.”

June threw the ball again, but this was anger. She hurled it at the backboard as hard as she could and watched as it hit the ground.

“There it is again.” Her words were quiet because she was afraid if she let herself talk any louder, she would be screaming.

“There what is?”

She whirled around to face Pope, her eyes cold as steel.

“Everyone thinking they know me. You, Kie, Sarah, Rafe. You think you have me figured out.”

Pope didn’t say anything, but his face spoke volumes.

“You think if I was in love with JJ I’d be the first to know it?” Pope raised his eyebrows almost in shock but June didn’t see it as she turned in an angry circle. “I wouldn’t need everyone going around telling me how I feel!”

With her back to him, June was able to let out a heavy sigh, calming her nerves.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“No worries,” Pope said. “Maybe it’s not that we know better than you, but maybe we’re seeing things from a perspective you’re not.”

June turned around slowly, hands on her hips.

“You really think I’m in love with JJ?”

“I think you need him.” Pope picked the ball of the ground. “And I know he needs you.”

He tossed the ball June’s way before heading back toward the house. June caught the ball with a heavy breath. She stared at it in her hands for a few moments. Looking up at the basket, she absently threw the ball and turned to follow Pope.

She didn’t see the ball go through the basket.

~~~

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” June said, a little louder than she meant to.

The little old lady she was trying to serve coffee too looked up at her.

“What’s wrong, dear?” The woman asked, not mentioning the fact that her normally very sweet waitress just swore.

June couldn’t tear her eyes away from the car that had just parked in the parking lot. She knew that car. Its license plate number was seared into her head, the sound of the plastic die clanking together already echoing through June’s head.

“I’m going to send another waitress to serve you, Phyllis, okay?” June said. Even as she spoke, June didn’t take her eyes off of the car, or the person sitting in the front seat.

“Oh, um-”

“Kay, thanks.”

June spun around and almost ran for the counter. She gently grabbed hold of another waitress’ arm and pointed toward Phyllis, who stared after her with a concerned look in her eyes.

“June, you okay?” The waitress, Cedar, asked.

“Just peachy.”

June glanced behind her as the bell of the diner rang. She swallowed a yelp as she ducked and scurried for the kitchen, where she hoped her manager would be.

David saw her practically hiding behind a pile of dirty pots and raised an eyebrow.

“What are you doing back here, Routledge?”

“David!” June stood up straighter and shot a glance out to the house, where a man was beginning to pace around, looking for someone. “I need to take the rest of the day off.”

“What?”

“I’m feeling-” June faked a cough. “Ill.”

“June, you worked while eight months pregnant. I don’t think you’d want me to send you home over a cough. What’s going on?”

June scowled, but glanced back out toward the man. He didn’t look a day older than when she had last seen him, a little more than a year ago now. She ground her teeth together before looking back at David.

“My ex,” she said, nodding toward the man. “Fred.”

“Eleanor’s father?” David sounded purely shocked as he snapped his head around to catch a look at Fred.

“He’s not her father,” June snapped, before realizing the tone she was taking with the man she was currently begging to let her off work. “Dave, I just-“

“You don’t have to explain anything, Routledge. We’re pretty light today. Take the day off.”

June let out a steadying breath and nodded her head.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

June grabbed her things from her cubby before making for the back door as quickly as possible. Hurrying across the parking lot, she forced herself to keep her gaze on her car. She just had to reach her car.

“June!”

She startled, gasping as she tightened her hands around her keys, but she didn’t turn around.

He said her name just like he always had; irritated, as if she was always rubbing him the wrong way.

June was 17 when she met Fred. He was a Kook and he promised to help her and John B out with DCS until she turned 18 and could take care of the both of them. Fred was 26. She thought she owed him something when she turned 18. Next thing she knew, she was pregnant and he was throwing her out to the street.

June didn’t cry over him. She had never been attached to him. But she was afraid of him. Part of wondered if he would come back to try and claim Eleanor as his own. He was on and off Kildare for business trips and it appeared he had just returned.

“June, I know you can hear me.” June kept walking, refusing to even acknowledge that he was there. “Damn it, June,”

She heard him walk closer to her. She thought about booking it, but she didn’t want to show him fear. She didn’t want him to have that satisfaction. So, she let him get closer. She let him run after her.

Fred grabbed her by the wrist and she spun around to face him. She hadn’t seen him in over a year, yet he already looked much older.

“What do you want?” she asked, curling her hand into a fist in her pocket.

“I want to talk to you.”

“Do you now?”

“June-“

“Dont ‘June’ me. I’m not a child, Fred. Not anymore.”

The muscles in Fred’s jaw tightened as he stared down at her.

“I want to see my kid.”

June let out a bitter laugh.

“You...you’re not serious right now.” From the unchanging look in his eyes, June could tell he was. “You don’t even know your own child’s sex, why in the world would I let you anywhere near us?”

“I have every right, as the father-“

“I’m not having this conversation in the diner parking lot,” June said and put up a hand to cut him off. “Your not seeing my child, ever. Goodbye.”

She turned toward her car.

“June, don’t walk away from me!”

She did.

As soon as she was safe in the car and the doors locked, June pulled out her phone. She barely looked at it as she pulled out of the parking lot, but as she glanced down, she realized that the only person she could think to call was JJ. He’d want to hear that Fred had come back. He’d want to meet her at the Chateau to keep her and Eleanor safe.

The line was ringing before June could stop herself

But JJ wasn’t talking to her. JJ wanted nothing to do with her.

After two rings, June hung up.

She considered calling John B, but she didn’t want her brother to get arrested for a real murder, which is what would happen if she told him that Fred had showed up at her workplace. She found herself calling Kie, her throat thick as she tried to calm the shaking of her hands by squeezing the wheel until her knuckles were white.

“Hey, June, whats up?”

“Fred showed up at work today.”

“You’re shitting me!”

“Nope. I’m going to pick El up from the Heywards, would you mind meeting me back home? I don’t really want to be alone right now.”

“Of course. I’ll be there.”

“Thank you.”

June knew that Kie would have a thousand more questions that she didn’t want to answer, so she hung up and threw her phone into the passenger seat.

All the way to the Heywards, her heart pounded against her ribcage. She had nightmares about Fred coming to reclaim Eleanor, of endless custody battles, of all the dirt on her family that Fred could dig up.

Just the thought brought terrified tears to June’s eyes. Breathing became difficult, as if someone was squeezing her chest. If she lost Eleanor, June wasn’t sure what she would do. She would just die, she supposed. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to suck in breaths that just wouldn’t go down. With her arms shaking, she pulled over to the side of the road until she found a way to calm down.

June shut her eyes, placing both of her hands against her chest. She breathed heavy, shaking breaths in through her nose as she tried to slow her sobbing. She had friends in high places now. The Cameron’s would take care of her. The Carreras would too. The Heywards would do anything to help her. Everything would be okay. She just needed Eleanor in her arms. Then everything would be okay.

Pulling back onto the road, June wiped away her tears and set her sights on the Heyward household.

Mrs. Heyward asked a few questions when June pulled up five hours early to pick up Eleanor. June answered them shortly as she plucked Eleanor off the ground and held her tight to her chest. The girl was almost six months old. Half a year. She was still so small.

June tried not to cry again right there in front of Mrs. Heyward. These would be tears of relief as Eleanor cooed and babbled, knotting June’s hair inbetween her fingers.

“My dear, are you okay?” Mrs. Heyward asked.

June finally looked at her, eyes classy, and she nodded.

“It’s just been a long day. Do you mind if I take her home early?”

“Not at all.”

The two packed up Eleanor’s things and Mrs. Heyward helped June pack of all into her car.

“You know, girl, if there’s anything you need, you just have to ask.”

June buckled Eleanor into her car seat before looking back at her friend.

“I know. Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

June could finally breathe as she drove back to the Chateau, knowing that Eleanor was in the back seat just behind her. Every few seconds, she would glance in the mirror, just to make sure she was still there. Eleanor babbled to herself, looking out the window as she shook a small giraffe.

Finally back home, June took no time to pull Eleanor from her car seat, abandoning everything else. She just wanted to get inside, to feel safe. Once Kie was there, maybe she would go out to retrieve it all, but all she needed now was Eleanor.

The small girl didn’t even seem to notice her mother’s frantic mood as she clicked her tongue and pulled one June’s necklace.

June was half way to the porch when the front door opened and out stepped Fred.

She let out another gasp and turned her body, shielding Eleanor from him.

“It’s a girl,” Fred said, almost teary eyed.

“Stay back,” June said.

Fred took a step toward them and June took a step back. Eleanor stopped making sound, finally seeming to realize that something was wrong.

“She’s beautiful.”

He took another step.

“I said stay back!”

Eleanor let out a quiet cry at her mother’s harsh tone. June wanted to tell her that it’d be alright, but she refused to tear her steel glare away from Fred. She was afraid he would leap if she looked away for even a second.

“I just want to talk, June, and to see our daughter.” Fred took a few more steps, but fear held June where she was.

“My daughter.”

Fred let out a heavy sigh and lowered his head.

“Why-”

“You left me,” June said, her voice low and suddenly full of tears. “I needed you and you left me.”

“You didn’t love me.”

“I was a kid!” Eleanor let out a quiet cry and June held her tighter. “You left. You left me alone.”

“And I’m back now. That should count for something.”

“You can’t reap what you didn’t sow, Fred.”

Fred’s soft, almost mournful look hardened into something fouler. He took one, two steps toward her.

“June!”

She whipped her head around just in time to see JJ running toward her. A smile started to spread across her face, but it fell quickly. She was already in one fight, she couldn’t handle another.

JJ slowed to a stop in front of her, resting one of his hands on the back of Eleanor’s head before brushing the back of his fingers against June’s cheek as if to check and make sure they were both alright.

“What are you doing here?” June asked him a low voice.

“You called.”

There was almost a ‘duh’ sound to his tone, as if she should expect nothing less from him.

“And you came?”

“I’ll always come when you call.”

“I understand,” Fred said with a bitter scoff, drawing both JJ and June’s attention back to him.

JJ stepped in front of June on instinct, standing between her and Fred.

“What?” June snapped, her scowl returning to her face.

“This is why you won’t let me back into your life? Your screwing your brother’s best friend?”

JJ tensed, his hands clenching, his jaw tightened, the muscles on his arms bulging. But he stayed where he was. June kept her eyes glued on Fred. She could smell a fight brewing. JJ would defend her, as he always did.

“Get the hell out of here, man,” JJ said. His words were strong, unafraid. June remembered when he told her how terrified of his dad he was, how he couldn’t even look him in the eye most of the time. He had told her once that it made him feel like a coward, like a scared little boy.

She hadn’t ever seen him that way. He had always been the first one to defend his friends, to defend his family. Even if it meant getting his knuckles bloody. He didn’t care about the consequences.

June saw no trace of a scared little boy now, his ocean blue eyes a calm tempest waiting to explode.

Fred didn’t even look at JJ, his own piercing gaze fixed on June and only June.

“You know, even when we were together, I always thought you were low. You were too easy. I knew you’d shag anyone that gave you the time of day, but he’s low, even for you.” Fred’s words were venom, sinking deep into her skin, paralyzing her.

“Don’t talk about him like that,” June said, but her voice shook, betraying the fear that made her stiff.

Fred laughed. He was laughing at her. Laughing because she was afraid.

“I can still help you. Get you and the baby out of this dirty house, away from your dirty friends. She can still have a good life,” Fred told her, his tone becoming soft again.

June glanced at the house behind Fred, with it’s popped out nails and it’s torn mattresses and it’s dusty bookshelves. She looked at Fred’s new shoes, his shiny rolex, his perfectly styled hair. June glanced down at Eleanor, the light of her life, her sun against the darkened sky.

“You know she’s better off with me,” Fred said. Tears sprang into June’s eyes. “You don’t want her ending up like you.”

Like a dog let off it’s leash, JJ lunged forward suddenly, letting out a cry of rage. June’s eyes widened as she cradled Eleanor’s head to her chest. She watched JJ cross the yards in a few strides, landing a solid punch against Fred’s jaw before Fred even saw him coming.

It wasn’t until JJ hit him again that June felt Fred’s spell on her fade. She turned from the fight, holding Eleanor close, and she ran.

June ran back toward the car as fast as her legs could take her. Eleanor cried as June’s feet thundered against the ground, the sounds of skin hitting skin trailing off behind her.

Once June was safe by the car, she threw open the door and set Eleanor inside the car seat. For just a second, she let herself glance back toward the fight. Fred had JJ up against the wall of the Chateau, an arm across his chest. JJ’s lip was already bleeding. They were both breathing heavily.

June buckled Eleanor into the car seat, closed the door, and slid into the front seat.

She sat there, with her hands on the wheel, breathing heavily. She should drive away, get Eleanor somewhere safe. But she looked out of her window and Fred was pounding JJ’s face in.

JJ, who had held her hand while she gave birth.

JJ, who hummed Eleanor to sleep when June was too exhausted to stand.

JJ, who remembered her birthday even when June didn’t.

JJ, who defended her honor by any means necessary.

JJ, who came to her whenever she called, no matter how mad at her he was.

June threw open the door, slamming it shut, and locked the car. She tucked the keys into her pocket and ran back toward JJ as fast as her legs could take her.

JJ never once left her when she needed him. She was not about to let him down now.

June hurled herself into Fred with as much force as she could muster, knocking him off his feet and away from JJ. She and Fred hit the ground at the same time JJ did. June rolled through the leaves, the wind knocked out of her. JJ staggered to his feet and grabbed hold of Fred, but he had recovered quickly. He gave JJ one good punch, and he toppled to the ground.

June forced herself onto her feet and stepped between Fred and JJ just as Fred swung a harsh right hook. June yelped as his fist collided with her cheek. Her head spun as she hit the ground a second time. Vision blurring, all she could see was the world tilting as Fred bent down to pick something out of the leaves.

The keys.

“No!” June reached out with her hand and grabbed hold of Fred’s ankle just as he started for the car.

Fred tripped and fell over, his forehead hitting the hard ground. He tugged on his leg in an attempt to free himself, but June dug her fingernails into his skin like claws. Even through his $900 pants, he could feel the sting of her grip. She clawed her way to a better grip on his calf. He kicked at her, hitting her shoulder, but she didn’t let go.

Another car pulled up into the Chateau front yard.

“June!” Kie jumped out of the front seat almost before the car was fully stopped.

“The keys!” June cried out. “Eleanor....the car!”

It didn’t take Kie long to figure out what was going on as June clambered over Fred. She tore the keys from his hand, ignoring his shouts of protest. She forced her aching body onto her feet and ran to meet her friend.

“What’s going on?” Kie asked, glancing back at Fred as he tried to push himself out of the dirt.

“Take Eleanor to Heyward’s,” June said, pressing the keys into her hand. “I’ll meet you there.”

“But, June-”

“Go!”

June turned toward the house and Kie ran toward the car without any more protesting as JJ managed to get to his feet and drag Fred back into the dirt.

“She’s not your daughter,” Fred said through the blood in his teeth. “She’s mine.”

“You weren’t there when June was throwing up every morning,” JJ seethed, grabbing the man’s shirt and pulling him upward. “I was.”

JJ landed a punch against his face.

“You weren’t there the day that Eleanor was born. I was.”

Another punch.

“You weren’t there on the nights that June couldn’t sleep. I was.”

Fred tried to scurry away, but JJ held him tight.

“You haven’t changed a single diaper, read her a single book, taught her a single thing. I have.”

JJ raised his fist to hit Fred again, but before he could, June stepped out through the front door.

Both he and Fred turned to look at her as she cocked her shiny new shotgun.

JJ’s lips parted in surprise as June pointed the barrel at Fred, whose eyes went wide.

“Where did you-”

“I’ve had men break into my house to try and kill my friends,” June said before JJ could finish his question. “This might have been useful then. It’s proving useful now.”

JJ let go of Fred’s bloody shirt and Fred slid his hands into the air as June slowly stepped forward, her target fixed on him.

“June-”

“You get off my property and you never come back, you hear?” June said as she took one step down the porch stairs. “I don’t want to see your face, I don’t want to hear your name.”

She stepped down the stairs until she was on solid ground. JJ backed away slowly, hands up like Fred’s were. She must have had a look in her eye because JJ looked almost...afraid of her.

“If I hear of you coming anywhere near my daughter, I will not hesitate to pull this trigger, do you hear me?” Her voice was low, but it no longer shook. Her hands were steady, her gaze fixed. She knew her aim would be true and so did Fred.

“Eleanor deserves a father,” Fred said.

June’s eyes blazed red hot and she took a few dangerous steps toward him, thundering like the clouds above and he scurried away from her.

“Don’t say her name,” June growled. A final warning. “Eleanor has me. And she has a family. A better family than you could ever provide. Now, get. The. Hell. Off. Of. My. Land.”

Fred glanced over at JJ, who must not have given him what he wanted because Fred pushed himself to his feet and scrambled off toward wherever it was he hid his car.

As soon as he was out of sight, June lay the gun on the ground and pulled out her phone. Kie was on speed dial.

“Kie?”

“June! Are you okay? Is JJ-”

“We’re fine. We’re okay. Eleanor?”

JJ walked up beside June, his face a mess of blood and dirt, but there was concern in his eyes. June looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest.

“She’s asleep already.” June let out a breath of relief and so, it seemed, did JJ. “I’m half way to Heyward’s. Do you want me to turn around?”

“No, no. I’m going to clean JJ up and then we’ll meet you there.”

“Okay.” Kie was silent a moment. “Are you sure you’re okay, Jue?”

June let out another heavy breath and nodded her head.

“I am. Shoot me a text when you get there.”

“Will do. I love you.”

“Love you too, Babes.”

June hung up the phone and shoved it back into her pocket. She felt the far too familiar sting of tears and pressed her hands against her nose to block them out. She had spent too much of today crying already. She didn’t even know what she should be crying about.

JJ put a hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him. June closed her eyes, almost unable to see the mess that was his face.

“Come here,” he said, his voice soft and quiet as he pulled her in for a hug.

JJ’s hugs were usually the bone-crushing kind. He had a tendency to wrap his arms around someone’s waist and squeeze them until there was no more breath left in their lungs. June was used to that kind of hug. But this was gentle. He put his arms around her neck, folding her into him. June kept her eyes closed, kept her hands pressed to her nose, but she rested her forehead against his chest. And they just stood there. For a few moments, they just stood.

Until June got to comfortable with the smell of his cologne and the way he smelled like the salt waves and the sandy beaches. Until she remembered that the last time they spoke, they were screaming at each other.

She pulled herself out of his embrace and felt a sudden chill run up her spine, as if all the warmth had just been drained from her body.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, not looking at JJ as she turned to walk into the Chateau.

She knelt in front of him as he sat on the edge of his bed, dabbing a wet towel against his knuckles. The air was so thick from all the things they never talked about, they could have cut it with a knife. Both of them knew that the last time they were in this room was the last time that they had spoken, that JJ had been trying to tell June how he felt and she had run away from him. They both knew it, they were both thinking it, but they never said anything.

“I think you’re all patched up,” June said finally, the first words spoken since they at down. She stood and smiled at him as best as she could.

“Your turn,” he said.

“What?”

“You’ve got a pretty nice shiner there, Jue.”

“I think I can take care of a shiner, J,” she told him, an easy, teasing tone on her voice.

But JJ didn’t seem to be joking.

“Let me take care of you for once.”

Her playful smile fell.

“You’ve always taken care of me,” she said.

JJ lifted his hand toward hers. He hesitated for a moment, recoiling his fingers, before stretching them out again and taking her hand. June stiffened, but JJ finally relaxed. He stood and silently maneuvered her to the side of the bed where he had just been sitting.

She sat down, breath caught in her throat, heart beating out of control. JJ knelt onto the ground, just as she had been doing and picked up the cream that she had just been lathering his skin with. To get closer to her, he pushed her knees apart just a little, and settled between her legs. June’s throat swelled even tighter, painfully aware of how close to her he was sitting. He pressed gentle, calloused fingers to her cheek, where the skin had split and a bruise was starting to form.

June winced and he froze, his beautiful blue eyes meeting hers.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, words quiet.

“Never.”

JJ’s eyes dropped from her eyes to her lips before coming back up. June couldn’t help but do the same. He let his hand lower from her face to rest against her thigh. He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame and he didn’t care how badly he’d be burned for it.

June couldn’t help it either. She let her legs spread just enough so he could lean in closer, but she was almost unaware that she was doing it.

“JJ,” she breathed.

It was supposed to be a warning, her telling him one last time that this was a mistake. But it came out like begging. She heard in her own voice how desperate she was for his lips against hers, for his heart in her hands.

She closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against his. She had always imagined his lips would feel scratchy and dry from all the time spent in the salt and the sun. But they were soft. Chapped, but soft.

She could feel him hesitate and she wondered if she should pull away, but then he leaned into her even further, even harder, knocking her almost off balance and back into the bad. June lifted her hands to her face to keep herself steady, to keep his lips against hers. JJ’s hands were on her hips, pulling her in closer.

He pounded against her senses like the waves against the shore. He was everywhere. She could taste sea on his tongue. She could smell the sand in his hair. She could hear the raggedness of his breath. She could feel his skin beneath her nails, his hands clawing at her hips. And even with her eyes closed, she could see the man he was kneeling in front of her.

But it was over all too soon.

JJ pulled away, turning his face to the side. June’s heart dropped into her stomach. She struggled for breath as she watched him. She closed her parted lips, bringing her hand up to her face for just a moment.

“I-I’m sorry.” June stood and stepped away from him, his hands falling away from her. “I shouldn’t have....I-I’m sorry.”

She ran a hand through her hair, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment and shame. She’d really done it this time. She’d completely ruined her relationship with one of the people she loved the most.

June wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She turned toward the door, then back to JJ, wondering if she should grab the cream that was left abandoned beside him, then decided against it and turned back toward the door.

“It’s not you,” he said, still not looking at her.

June froze. She glanced at him, but his gaze was fixed on the ground as he sat back.

“I mean, it is you,” he said again and finally looked at her.

It was like taking a thousand daggers to the heart. She would have rathered Fred punch her in the face a hundred more times then see the look in his eyes as he said those words.

“JJ, I-”

“Because I know that’s not what you want.” JJ pushed himself to his feet, wiping his palms against his jeans. He kept himself where he was, a good few feet away from her. “Maybe it’s something I want, but I know you don’t and I don’t want you to feel like you have to anything you don’t want to.”

June breathed in deeply through her nose, finally beginning to understand.

“Maybe...maybe it is what I want.”

JJ gave his head a slight shake.

“Don’t say something you don’t mean,” he said.

“I-” She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. “There were so many times I wanted to tell you, but I just couldn’t.”

“Tell me what, June?”

From the way he spoke, he already knew what she was going to say.

“I’m just so scared of losing you.”

“Tell me what?”

“It feels like everyone that I...everyone that I love is taken from me. El was almost taken from me today and I-”

She stopped, letting her eyes find JJ’s. He stood there, his body on edge. As if waiting for her to say one thing, just one thing. She just had to have to courage to say it.

“I love you, JJ,” she said. “Of course I love you.”

He took no time crossing the room and closing the distance between them. He put her face in his hands and dipped his head down to capture her lips in his once again. She put her hand over his, rolling forward onto her toes so she could reach him better.

His kisses trailed from her lips across her cheek and to her jaw, lifting her chin ever so gently to nip at the skin of her neck.

“I love you,” he whispered against her skin, sealing it with a kiss.

June couldn’t help but smile, especially as he returned his lips to hers.

He knotted his hands in her hair, needing to be consumed by every piece of her. June pulled him closer by his shirt until there was nothing but atoms between them.

And nothing would separate them again.

~~~

By the time they got the Heyward’s, everyone else had arrived. Kie filled them in on what she knew and, little as it was, it was enough to keep everyone satisfied. They didn’t ask June questions as she walked through the door, an especially cheery JJ on her heels. John B stood from his chair and wrapped her in a tight hug, holding her for a few seconds. She in turn wrapped her arms around his waist, more than happy to hold her baby brother for a few moments.

“I swear I’ll kill him,” John B whispered to June as JJ sat around with the others to begin recounting the story.

“Fred or JJ?” June teased.

“Depends.”

John B kept his arm around her shoulders even as she pulled away from the hug to find her daughter. Eleanor was sleeping peacefully in Sarah’s arms, who rocked back and forth and hummed a quiet song.

“Do you want her?” Sarah asked quietly.

“You hold her,” June said, settling in beside Sarah. “I can admire from afar.”

She looked over at JJ, who was half way through his dramatic rendition of him beating Fred’s ass. Pope laughed, Kie scolded, Mrs. Heyward tried not to smile, Mr. Heyward scowled. Sarah kept cooing at baby Eleanor, who didn’t appear disturbed by the commotion going on around her. June tucked her finger into Eleanor’s blanket, feeling her tiny hands grab hold. John B, who sat on the side of the couch, leaned down and pressed a kiss against June’s head.

“Love you, Junebird,” he whispered.

“Love you too, Bird,” she replied.

They say it takes a village to raise a baby. Whoever they are, they might be right. But June didn’t have a large village, an overly wealthy village, or a village of perfect, spotless people. She had just a little village. It was a little broken and a little messed up, but it was her village.

And she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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It’s a Pogue thing - JJ Maybank

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Warnings!: Swearing, drugs and alcohol, and SMUT!

“Morning guys!” I beam as the boat comes to a steady stop at the edge of my front garden. It’s almost like a routine. More often than not we sail into an open set of water. Sometimes we fish, mostly we just simply do nothing. Pope extends his hand out to help me onto the boat. It strikes me sometimes that, although we are all the best of friends, it probably seems a strange mix of people to some people. We’re the scraps of the island. The ones who no one really acknowledges. Kiara and I would technically be Kooks. Both of our families have money but it doesn’t really mean shit. Everyone from ‘our end’ are airheads. They care about nothing and no one but themselves. Pope’s parents have worked their asses off, so they’re in a stable place. They don’t understand why Pope hangs with us, and sometimes I wonder the same thing. He has a real chance of getting out of this place. John B and JJ are childhood besties. Their upbringing is similar, except John B’s technically an orphan, and JJ’s father’s a piece of shit. But that’s just pogue life.

“Is your mum still out tonight?” JJ asks, making my head slowly turn towards him. Do I even need to ask? “I mean, yeah-” “Great! We’re throwing a party,” I raise my eyebrows. “Hahahahaha, definitely not.” The last time I had a party with these idiots, so much shit broke in my house. I’m not getting grounded again. “Come on Y/N! It’s summer. We could all use a party!” I roll my eyes at his words. I open my mouth to shut him down but John B lets out a cough. “Actually, Y/N, I agree.” Kiara looks just as confused as I do. His father’s been missing for almost a year. Recently he’s been looking more in depth, which I support to a certain extent, but it’s at on overload right now. I’m surprised a party would even be on his radar. “I need to talk to Sarah Cameron.”

Sarah Cameron. She’s like Kook royalty. I don’t think she’s too bad. A bit sheltered maybe, but her and Kiara have a history. So you can imagine the change in look on her face as he mentions her name. “She mentioned something that might help me figure out what’s happened with my father. Do you think she’d come?” Okay that makes sense. Ki’s face doesn’t change, and the rest of us just glance between each other. “I mean, probably... but I don’t really wanna hang-” “I just need to talk to her, then you can call the party off,” a smile - too shiny and wide - spreads across his face. John B’s always had this affect on people. He gets exactly what he wants.

As soon as I get home I scan my house. Anything fragile, valuable, or anything of the sort needs to be hidden. Vases, mini statues, ashtrays from holidays abroad. Things that make this house a home will be locked in an upstairs bedroom. I’d like to live this life a little longer.

So here I am; picking an outfit for a party I don’t wanna go to. A party that I’m apparently hosting! Since I’m not dressing for anybody, I go for a simple short black dress. It really resembles my mood. Almost as soon as I put it on, I hear my front door shut. I jog down the stairs, adjusting my boobs into their rightful positions to come face to face with my intruder.

“You should really announce yourself or something. I thought I was gonna get murdered,” in front of me stands JJ. His outfit consists of a pair of lovely beige shorts and a colourful shirt; left open to show off that torso of course. “I could kill you,” he flirts. His eyes immediately go to my cleavage. This is nothing new. I think he’d fuck a table if it gave him the right vibe. “Hey!” I snap my fingers at him. “My eyes are up here you know.” Before I go to kick him, he makes a very boyish comment of how I look sexy and whatnot. He wanders away into the kitchen, probably to raid my fridge before the party. Let’s get this over with.

More and more people start to gather in my house. In the Outer Banks, everyone kind of knows everybody. I don’t actually know all these people, but I’ve seen them around. I close my eyes for a second, before pouring a drink for myself into a classic red cup. “Are you okay?” Ki nudges me with a smile. Ki and I are very similar people. She probably doesn’t wanna be here either. She could leave, but I know she won’t. “I just realised I’m the host, and I don’t wanna be here,” I laugh it off and hold my drink up to her. “Cheers!” I add.

After about 2 and a half drinks, I’m really starting to feel this party. The music is average. It’s the ‘for everybody’ kind which means it’s majoritively overplayed and everybody more or less knows it word for word. Despite that, and despite the fact that I didn’t really want this party to happen, I drag Ki into the dance area and boogie with her. Well- I dance, she stares at me with a concerned look on her face. “The trick is you have to pretend you’re having a good time,” I giggle into her ear in a slightly tipsy tone. Although she shakes her head, I can see her trying to contain herself from moving to the music. I take her hand and spin myself into her. Her eyes give me the ‘can I go now’ look. Grunting, I give in. “Fine! Please if you see anyone doing or touching shit they’re not meant to, beat them!” I smile innocently after my words, and she scurries faster than she should. Damn. Am I that bad of a dancer?

Music vibrates the walls. It’s been almost 2 hours since the party started and it’s actually going quite smoothly. John B has asked every 5 seconds if Sarah’s here yet. I shush him with my finger. “I promise I will let you know when I see her. Honestly, you sound a bit obsessed with her...” I chuckle. “Hey!” I poke JJ on the arm. At this point, just call me mother. “Please don’t smoke that in here,” I gesture towards the spliff in his hands. “It’s a party Y/N! Relax!” With that, I snatch it out of his hands. His face grows serious. Confusion fades as I realise it’s not aimed at me. Both JJ’s and John B’s eyes stare at the group entering my house.

First in, Sarah. Like I said, I don’t really have a problem with Sarah. She comes across a bit self centred sometimes. That’s minor.

With her, her boyfriend Topper. Topper’s a dick but I think he’s harmless. He’s honestly a pussy.

And his best friend. Her brother. My ex boyfriend. Rafe.

There’s a saying; dead things should stay buried, or something like that. That relationship should be 6 feet under, but times that by 10. I guess it was a ‘serious’ relationship. It lasted about a year. It was almost perfect at the beginning, that I can’t lie. As both of our families are respected, and very close anyway, it just seemed right. There was no disgust. He was accepted. I was accepted. We did everything a couple should; went on dates, were around each other 24/7, even did weekends away together. And we argued. The thing about Rafe is he’s an over thinker. He’s paranoid. When traits like that mix they can... make a monster. The last time he set his hands on me was about 4 months ago. I’ve avoided him like hell ever since.

“This is why I shouldn’t have a party,” I sigh. My eyes can’t seem to leave that area. It’s strange to see him. I don’t want him here. “Why’s he even here? He does have some balls,” John’s tone sounds somewhat impressed. I’m not. I’m not sure if my body is ready to cry, or laugh, or scream. Finally, I blink my eyes away, and set eyes on my two friends. Before I speak, JJ opens his mouth. “We can kick him out,” he assures me. The slight nudge on my shoulders by each boy is comforting. “It’s fine,” I sigh, taking JJ’s drink out of his hands. As much as I’d love to see Rafe get his ass kicked and thrown out, and I can promise you I would, this is my battle. I can’t avoid him forever. “Fuck,” I whisper, knowing what I’m about to do. I bring JJ’s cup up to my lips and tip the entire contents into my mouth. “Shit Y/N, I wouldn’t-” before he can warn me fully, I swallow. My eyes instantly water. “What the fuck!” I gasp at the disgusting taste. I’m sure a toilet would taste better than that. And yet, that concoction would be easier to digest than the conversation I’m about to have with Rafe.

The walk over felt somewhat unreal. As if, if this was a movie, my passionate walk would be in slow motion. Between the music and my racing heart, my dramatic ‘I am the main character’ strut was complete. If only I wasn’t totally shitting myself. A brave face Y/N. Just fake it.

And then I’m in front of them. Perhaps my slow motion moment wasn’t quite slow enough. It could’ve been everlasting for all I care. “Hey Sarah,” I smile. Her sympathetic smile is warming, but ultimately useless in this situation. I doubt Rafe told her the whole story, but I can imagine she knows too well what he can be like. Maybe he even made something up. I wouldn’t be surprised. She drifts away rather quickly. I don’t know what the deal is with her and John B, but I imagine Topper intends to watch her like a hawk. He’s that type of guy. Topper doesn’t even speak, just stands slightly behind as if he’s one of Rafe’s minions. To be honest that kind of describes him perfectly. I wouldn’t be surprised if Rafe just has him around to lick his ass. When I have to, I finally look at Rafe’s face. “What are you doing here?” I ask. My eyes scan everywhere on his face but his eyes. The thought of doing that makes me uncomfortable. “It’s a party Y/N,” the smirk on his face screams fuckboy. “Plus, I wanted to see you,” he raises his hand to my face, going to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear. My hand forcefully bats his away, making a loud slap sound; even over the music. “I’ve missed you,” he leans closer so his shouting can quieten a little. My limbs instantly tense at his words. Somehow it makes me feel kind of sick thinking about it... thinking about us. The fact that it was a thing is just... “You need to leave Rafe,” my attempt to sound blunt and assertive is a massive fail. Instead my voice echoed in a wobble, making me sound weak and pathetic. “You don’t mean that, come on-” his hand wraps around my wrist, taking my back to a time I’ve tried desperately hard to forget. I pull my arm away once, but his grip holds too strong. As I go to pull away again, a pair of large hands push against Rafe’s chest. “What the fuck man?!” Topper’s voice erupts from Rafe’s shadow. A henchman fighting his duties. I turn to see JJ, red faced, standing with a threatening stance. “We don’t want no trouble JJ, my girl here is just being a tease,” Rafe’s tone is patronising. “Leave it, JJ,” my right hand gently squeezes his left shoulder. “Let’s get a drink, Topper,” I wanted him to leave, but I watch him walk towards my kitchen. I hate that he’s in my house, but at least he’s away from me. For now.

I fade away. Without full control, my body makes it’s way upstairs. Just to breathe for a second. Almost as soon as I drop my body onto my bed, the door reopens. Startling me, I come face to face with JJ. “Hey,” his voice rings soft. When he closes the door behind him, the music becomes muffled. Peaceful. I press my lips together into a forced smile. “Should I tell everyone to fuck off home?” He gestured towards the door. I shake my head, cracking a smile. “It’s fine. I just needed a minute away from... that,” his arm extends, a red cup at the very end. I screw my face up at the smell. “How do you drink this?” Just from sniffing it, I feel myself getting more and more tipsy. “If you need it, it goes down quite easily-” he pauses as I take it. “Plus I’m really cool and manly so.” “Ah, of course.” A big part of my body (probably my stomach and liver) starts screaming no. I have no idea what alcohol is in this cup. I know it’s a lot. After this cup, I will probably be more or less gone. A micro part of me says fuck it. That’s the part I listen to. The liquid burns down my throat, and yet it strangely goes down quite smoothly compared to the first.

“I am sorry about Rafe,” JJ has taken a seat next to me on my bed. Usually I’d banish people away from my room, but I feel like JJ saved me tonight. He’s a bit of a prick at times, and an absolute idiot, but I trust him. Maybe I trust him too much. “It was gonna happen at some point,” I shrug. “He’s such a pussy,” when I start laughing at JJ’s words, I realise that the alcohol may have sunk in. A hiccup escapes my mouth. “Fuck.” I whisper to myself as my smile fades. I’m an idiot to have ever gotten with him. Young and dumb maybe. “Hey...” JJ rests his hand on my knee and squeezes gently. My body, in my tipsy state, reacts to this motion is a strange way. Why did that just give me butterflies? He’s only comforting me. My eyes drift up to look at him properly. Is he... leaning in?

I stand up before he gets close. I rub my eyes frantically. Maybe I’m about to wake up from a nap or something. “I’m sorry... I just...” I breathe. The crazy thing is, I felt it too. My body is reacting in crazy ways right now. I think I’m turned on? By JJ? That’s something I never thought I’d say. I mean... he’s hot. I’m not blind. I guess I’ve never looked at him like that. But I am now. I’m looking at the blonde hair, and the jawline, and the smile. Okay, that’s enough. I’m just in shock of seeing Rafe again. That’s it: “Pogue on Pogue isnt allowed,” I state, mainly to myself. I need massively convincing right now. I need JJ to tell me that I got the wrong idea. Tell me it’s disgusting and I’m too much like a sister. We’re meant to be family. Come on Y/N! That’s gross! Before he says anything, he shrugs. That damn fucking shrug. In my state of mind, it’s attractive. “I don’t really care,” that’s it. I’m convinced. I needed him to say something else, but that’s ultimately the answer I hoped for. “Me neither.”

I practically jump onto him, straddling him and crashing my lips onto his. The softness, yet passion, against my lips is something I’m not sure I’ve ever felt. This should feel wrong. Only, as JJ’s hands smooth up and down my body before sitting on my waist, it couldn’t feel more right. Without a second thought, I glide my tongue into his mouth. I can sense it takes him by surprise. The most attractive moan escapes him, which I can imagine was not intentional. The kiss proceeds to get more and more intimate. Somehow we just move in sync. He slowly lays back, our lips not separating once before he’s fully beneath me. Maybe JJ was previously holding back, but a rush of ‘horny teenage boy’ suddenly rushes over him. Both hands go to my ass. As much as I don’t want to fall apart under his touch so fast, the immense pleasure radiates through my body. I break away from his kiss slightly and moan massively into his mouth.

We stop kissing for a second. Our heavy breaths bounce against each other. It’s a strange moment to be in. Was this always bound to happen at some point? “Should we stop?” Confusion hits as he speaks those words, and yet he proceeds to trail kisses down my neck. I push his head down onto the pillow with my right hand cupping his chin, bringing my face close enough to his that our noses are pretty much touching. “Do you want to?” I simple ask. I’d be almost offended by his words, but only if his hands weren’t grinding me down onto his crotch. Perhaps it’s a guilty conscience. We are both massively likely to regret this in the morning. We are also likely to get caught and get grief from our small circle of friends. They are good enough reasons to stop. They are good enough reasons for this to have never started to happen in the first place. They just don’t amount to one thing, and that’s that I want this right now. His head begins to move side to side. I can’t help but begin to smile massively. “Then shut up and fuck me.”

It was as if that was a jump start. JJ’s manly hands flip us over immediately. I let out a giggle as he begins to undo his shorts. The speed of the removal of both his shorts and boxers was impressive. They get thrown wherever they go. My eyes quickly glance at his penis, before looking back up to his eyes. I suck in my bottom lip before pulling him back down to kiss me again. This shouldn’t be this easy. His tongue slides back into my mouth, battling with mine for dominance, all too easily. I’m not even a little bit nervous... until I feel his fingertips glide up under my dress. He hooks his finger under the waist band of my thong and does nothing for too long. It might’ve only been seconds, but those seconds were some of the longest seconds of my life. He pulls them off ever so slowly. I was becoming a literal puddling mess beneath him.

He knows what he’s doing. He knows he has me wrapped around his finger right now. His tongue plays against mine skillfully; slow and passionate. He’s doing everything right. Once my underwear finally reaches my feet, I just can’t hold it back anymore. “Are you done teasing me now?” I practically beg. I’m soaked, a mess, and almost fully sober. If anything, I wanted this more now than I did when we started. My heart continues racing, but I stay composed and reach over into my bedside table. I rip it open. I simply hold his shaft with two fingers. JJ takes a deep breath in. Fuck. He watches my hand roll the condom down with his mouth slightly open. “Time to break some Pogue rules,” he whispers before lining himself up. I should not be this ready for this.

Even with just the tip, I could’ve come apart then and there. I haven’t had sex in months. Whether you believe me or not, I had not imagined it would to be JJ Maybank who I was going to break my ‘no boys’ commitment to myself with. When he begins inserting himself inside me, I realise this is actually happening. The slow, easy slide in had me in pieces. I was already moaning and he wasn’t even moving properly yet. He stops. “This-” I pause to steady my breath. My entire being is, dare I say it, excited. “This has to stay between us,” I compose myself. Although this is a one time thing, it has potential to ruin a hell of a lot. So, even as I wrap my legs around his body, we have to make this promise. “Scouts honour.” He brings his pinky up to me. Kissing the backs of our hands, it was sealed.

He starts pulling out slowly, making my jaw gradually open wider and wider. He pauses before pushing back in. His eyes lock with mine, and he smiles cheekily. I’m not certain what that smile means, but I can sure take a guess. There is a part of me that wants to stop. Nothing’s really happened yet. But no part of me actually wants to. When he pushes himself back inside me, my fingers spread into his hair. His lips land back on mine, my tongue swirls around his like it’s an everyday activity. I pull gently on his hair as he begins steadying a pace. “Shit,” I moan against his lips.

Fingertips glide across my thigh, tracing patterns and sending my stomach into spirals. I couldn’t hook my legs around him tighter if I tried. The wave of tremendous pleasure of each thrust was like a drug. Every time his body collided with mine I wanted more. I needed more. To feel this, in this moment, with JJ was wrong. So why doesn’t it feel that way? His lips leave mine slowly, tracing kisses across my cheek until his lips land near my ear. “You feel so fucking good,” the vibrations of a deep husky moan forces a moan out of me. His teeth latch around my ear lobe, sucking down before moving down to my neck.

The friskiness of JJ’s lips and tongue is like motivation. With strength I didn’t know I had, and confidence in myself I thought I’d lost, I push against JJ and flip us over. Lust fills his eyes. I just sit there, only for a second, actually liking the way JJ is looking at me. Yes, it’s because I’m straddling him half naked. It’s still nice. His hands squeeze the tops of both of my thighs as well as moving up to my hips... then my ass. It was as if he pressed fast forwards.

I move my body up to start thrusting onto him again, with his helping hands guiding back down. “Fuck JJ,” I moan, leaning forwards to bring my face close to his. My moans become more and more prominent between our kisses. The hands, that remain on my ass cheeks, remain strong and steady. The way he still controlled my body, even though I was on top, was such a turn on. I reach for the headboard. If there wasn’t a party going on downstairs I think everyone would be hearing us loud and clear. The bed starts making a rather persistent squeaking noise. I let out a laugh-moan when the headboards makes a ‘one time’ bang against the wall. I could tell, with the way I was grinding myself down onto him, he was close. What a relief!

“I’m so close,” I moan against his lips in a muffled whisper. Although my body grew tired, JJ continues helping my body thrust up and down. The knot in my stomach started to tighten. My heart rate increases quite a bit. “Fuck Y/N, you feel so good around me!” His fingers grow stronger against my hips as he came closer and closer to finishing. Even with his grip being quite forceful, all I could feel was an astonishing amount of pleasure flushing through my body. The release felt like a long time coming. Once I started to let go around him, it only took seconds for JJ to reach his climax too. With his help, we ride out our highs. I grow slower and slower, until both of our climaxes finished. My heart is racing. I lift my body with the last piece of energy I had. My sensitive core flinches as he pulls out from me once more. Collapsing onto him, I fall into the crevice on his arm all too well. “Shit,” I mumble. I don’t think it’ll actually sink in until tomorrow. I’m too scared to punch myself in case I don’t wake up. “That was... uh...” he doesn’t even need to finish his sentence. “I know.”

The next morning

I wake up in a strange yet awfully familiar place. The walls, the blanket, and the view outside my window are all home. The curtains weren’t drawn last night. When I roll over, there’s something that shouldn’t be familiar. I set eyes on a naked JJ sleeping soundly next to me. My eyes widen. I can’t help but sit up drastically fast. I first find my thong. As quietly as I can, I open a drawer beside my bed and rummage for a t shirt. I find one and put it on, only to turn and see JJ’s eyes staring my way.

“Morning sunshine,” he smirks. His bed hair sticks up in every direction. I notice his boxers across the room so I stand and throw them his way. I watch as his face changes, but the proud smirk on his face remains. “We fucked last night,” he chuckles, standing to put his boxers on. I press my top and bottom lips together. “Don’t look too impressed with yourself,” using the hairband around my wrist, I quickly whip my hair up into a ponytail. My legs make their way to stand next to the boy. “It was better than I’d imagined it,” he adds. I backhand him on the arm. “Hey!” His eyes are warming. This is when I realise that I don’t regret it. At least, not half as much as I thought I would. It’s not even awkward. Part of me automatically assumed it would be. “Right,” I clap my hands together. “Are you ready to clean a house?” I ask. His rolling eyes scream loudly. Before he can even protest, I butt in. “This is your party, your mess. You’re lucky I’m gonna help you!”

With each step down the stairs, more of my messy house is revealed to me. “If anything’s broken, you’re replacing it,” I warn him. Red cups, empty beer bottles, even clothing was scattered across the floor. I start imagining the way people probably started behaving when JJ and I went upstairs. What if people fucked on... well... anywhere?! “I think we should just go back upstairs,” JJ suggests. This is going to take so long to clean. I feel JJ’s hand slap against my ass. “It’s never happening again,” I say simply. Yes, it was pretty amazing. No, I do not regret it. No, it should never happen again because our friends will kill us. “Whatever you say babe.”

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