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Hey, Kait, congrats on 1K!! You deserve it so much!!! Can I have a 🍭 from prompt list 6, #23 "the stoic one - somehow managing to evoke a laughing fit in the baby" with Topper Thornton, please? Thank you so much in advance!!!
thank you love, i appreciate you so much!! so sorry this took so long but i hope you enjoyy <3
dad!topper thornton x reader, 1k, parental guilt (not sure if that needs a warning but just in case lol)
There weren’t very many times when Topper felt like a complete failure as a father. And even that wasn’t much, considering he’d only been a father for a little over six months, but he’d never felt as inadequate as he did right now. Gracie had been screaming, crying, bawling her eyes out for the past hour, and despite trying anything and everything he knew how to do, he couldn’t get her to stop.
He’d never been so happy to hear the front door open in his life, because it meant you were home from the grocery store and could finally help him out of the rut he’d dug himself into.
You appeared in the doorway seconds later, his beautiful, gorgeous savior and resident Gracie whisperer. “Oh boy,” You chuckled sympathetically, setting the bags of groceries down on the far end of the counter before coming to kiss Topper’s cheek. “Someone’s having a rough time right now, aren’t they?” Topper knew you were talking about Gracie, but he couldn’t help but feel that your words also applied to him.
“She won’t stop crying, sweetheart, I don’t know what to do anymore,” He said miserably, dragging a heavy hand down his face. He felt guilty even though he knew he didn’t have to be, because you always took the challenges of parenthood in stride, never once complaining or expressing frustration when things took a turn. And here he was, not even able to get his baby girl to stop crying.
Your lips pressed into a thoughtful line, and you squeezed his bicep reassuringly before letting your feet take you to one of the kitchen drawers, which you rummaged around in for a few seconds before procuring something you kept hidden behind your back so Topper couldn’t see it.
The object you presented to Gracie was something he never would’ve expected. A spoon. A small, white, seemingly normal plastic spoon. Topper’s eyebrows furrowed, but Gracie halted in her hiccuped sobbing instantly, reaching out for the spoon eagerly with the beginnings of a two-toothed smile on her face. You tapped it against her nose one time, then once on each cheek, and she burst into laughter, high pitched, gurgly baby giggles echoing through the room.
“Hi, my Gracie girl,” You cooed, bumping the spoon against her hands, her feet, her knees, all while she shook with laughter. “You’re a giggly little thing now, aren’t you? Yeah, you’re feeling better, huh?” Gracie gurgled in response, grabbing for the spoon with a renewed sense of purpose, seeming like she’d already forgotten that she’d just been bawling her eyes out mere seconds ago.
“I rocked you, I showed you around the house, I sang to you, I let you chew on my fingers and pull at my hair and snot all over my shirt, and you’re mesmerized by a spoon?” Topper asked, gawking at Gracie incredulously.
Not understanding a word he said, she only continued to laugh and squeal with each light tap of the spoon on her body, wiggling around in her baby seat on the counter excitedly. Those laughs got even louder, squeals even more gleeful when she managed to grab the spoon out of your hand, waving it around without aim and grinning profusely the whole time.
You clocked in on the defeated look on his face when you glanced over at him, pressing a kiss to the top of your daughter’s head before padding back over to slide your arms around his waist.
“Hey, I know that look,” You hummed, smoothing your thumb over the crease between his eyebrows. It disappeared at your touch, but Topper still felt disheartened. What kind of father was he if a spoon could console her, but he couldn’t?
As if you’d read his mind, you brushed the hair that had fallen over his eyes away from his face, bringing your hand around to cup his jaw, and looking him right in the eyes. “You’re a good dad, Top. A great one. Don’t let this make you think anything otherwise.” Topper’s shoulder sagged, head dropping into the crook of your neck defeatedly as his palms splayed over the small of your back. “Gracie loves you, honey, you know she does. She’s just…adjusting. Y’know, teething, growing. Discovering she has feet. Baby stuff.”
“I know. I know that, but I just—I can’t help but feel that I’m doing everything wrong.”
“You’re not.” You replied firmly, pressing your forehead against his. He tried for a weak smile, but it ended up looking more like a grimace. “I mean it. You’re not doing anything wrong, okay? Being a parent is hard, but you’re doing your best and that’s all that matters.”
“How do you always know what to say to me?” Topper sighed, leaning in to kiss you tenderly. You merely hummed in response, opting to kiss him back instead of using actual words.
“Da-da.”
Topper’s head whipped towards Gracie, then back to you, then back to her, eyes wide in disbelief.
“Did she just—”
“I think she just said—”
“Da-da!” There it was again, clear as day, accompanied by another giggle and wave of the spoon.
“Is that—did she just say her first word?” He breathed, brows furrowing.
You smiled warmly at him, internally thanking your daughter for choosing the exact right moment to lift her dad’s spirits. “I think she did.”
Topper hurried over to the counter, scooping Gracie out of her seat and cradling her in his arms carefully, all while peppering kisses all over her face as he brought her back over to you. She laughed joyously, burrowing in closer against Topper’s chest as close as possible.
“First word at six months, that’s my smart girl!” He cheered, smiling so big his eyes crinkled at the corners. “Oh man, I gotta go tell Kelce! I bet his kid can’t even sit up yet!”
“Topper,” You chided, aiming a pointed look at him. "it’s not a competition.”
“No, I know, sweetheart, I was just joking.” Topper sighed good-naturedly, looping one arm around your waist to bring you in closer to him and Gracie. “But if it was, Gracie would totally be winning.”
#topper thornton#topper thornton x reader#topper thornton fluff#dad!topper thornton#dad!topper thornton x reader#topper thornton x you#topper thornton x y/n#topper thornton one shot#topper thornton imagine#kait celebrates 1k!
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Request for lavender sunflower, a v clingy son to Rafe🥺
a/n: your wish is my command :)
Lavender Sunflower - Inseparable
Warnings: sad!rafe, soft!rafe, crying
You sometimes envied how attached, Nathan — your first born — was to Rafe. He was attached to Rafe like you carrying him in your womb for nine months meant absolutely nothing to him. But even though you envied it a little bit you still often found yourself cheesing at how much he loved and adored his dad. It was truly adorable.
But today he was extra clingy.
You were six months pregnant with your third baby and had a doctors appointment this afternoon. Rafe went to every single appointment. Today was no different.
You walked into the kitchen, your hand rubbing your swollen belly as you approached your little family, immediately noticing Nathan sitting at the dining table, stuffing his cheeks with pieces of his waffle that sat on a plate in front of him. Kai — your second born — was in his high chair, more-so picking at his food rather than eating it. Your gaze finally fell onto your husband, Rafe. He stood shirtless and in pajama pants in front of the waffle maker that sat on the counter.
“Good morning.” You said. you couldn’t help but smile at the view in front of you.
Rafe turned away from the counter with a plate of food in his hand. “Morning, baby. You hungry?” He asked, which had you nodding instantly.
“Morning, mommy.” Nathan replied, his sentence muffled due to the excessive amount of food in his mouth.
“Hey, be careful, okay? Don’t need you choking.” Rafe kindly scolded him as he brought your plate of food over to the table. “You look like chipmunk.” He added with a light laugh.
You laughed at your son, his cheeks stuffed. “You’re going to Uncle Topper’s today, baby. You excited?” You asked your toddler.
Your three-year-old shook his head in response to you, too busy chewing, unable to speak.
“No? Why’s that?” You questioned. You sat down at the dining table, in front of the food that Rafe placed on the table for you.
He took a few seconds to answer your question, carefully trying to swallow his food.
“Is daddy coming too?” He was finally able to speak.
“No, buddy. I’m going with mommy.” Rafe answered for you. He stood next to your chair with his arm rested on the back of it as he made sure his pregnant wife ate.
“no.” Nathan said, dryly.
“No what?” You asked, looking up at Rafe, hoping he could explain what your son was trying to say.
He just shrugged.
“I want daddy to stay with me.” He huffed and pushed his plate away harshly, almost causing it to spill.
“You know I have to go, buddy. It’s to check up on the baby, to make sure she’s nice and healthy.”
You looked back and forth between your son and Rafe. Not entirely sure what to say.
“Kai is going with you to Uncle Topper’s though, baby.” You said softly.
Nathan shook his head harshly and huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, dramatically. Which caused Rafe to slightly chuckle. Kai began chuckling when he saw his dad do it, not knowing why. He was just an oblivious one-year-old which caused you to snort.
“Not funny, mommy.” Nathan furrowed his brows.
“Hey, daddy started it.” You threw your hands up in defense.
“Daddy can laugh,” He replied with an attitude. “Not you.”
“Let’s be nice, Nathan.” Rafe came to your defense.
Nathan huffed one last time then everyone went silent. Besides Kai, who was babbling to himself as he made more of a mess with his food, too young to read the room.
“Let’s get you boys cleaned up and ready to go.” You said, pushing your chair away from the table so you could stand up.
“Can daddy do it?” Nathan asked, attitude still noticeably in his tone.
You sighed and looked back at Rafe, he gave a small smile, knowing that hurt your heart a little bit.
“I’ll get them ready. You just sit and finish eating, baby.” He kissed your temple before walking over to Kai and unbuckling his high chair, then made his way over to Nathan to help him down from his chair.
Rafe walked out of the kitchen with Kai on his hip and holding Nathan’s hand with his free one.
You heart tightened when Rafe looked back at you one last time with a soft, closed mouth smile. You smiled in return then frowned when he looked away to start walking up the stairs.
After the boys were bathed and dressed, Rafe threw on a plain grey t-shirt and khaki pants accessorizing it with his gold chain and a backwards hat. His dirty blond hair peaking through only the front and the back of the hat.
You being exhausted and pregnant, you just threw on black leggings and an oversized shirt — that was Rafe’s, of course. But You didn’t care. And neither would he. If anything he loved seeing his pregnant wife in his clothes.
(…)
Rafe pulled into Topper’s driveway. You were in the passenger seat while Kai and Nathan had both fallen asleep in the backseat.
The whole car ride was fairly silent. With your mind still lingering on the way Nathan had treated you this morning.
“Can you wake Nathan up? I’ll get Kai’s car seat.” Rafe questioned. To which you nodded.
“Yeah.”
You both stepped out of the car, Rafe made his way around the car and as did you. You unbuckled Nathan and slightly nudged him awake.
“Hi, baby. We’re here.” You whispered.
Nathan — being a light sleeper, instantly fluttered his eyes open.
“Can daddy bring me inside?” was the first thing he said and you frowned at that.
“No, buddy. You gotta walk, he’s carrying Kai in the car seat.” You shook your head slightly.
“I want daddy.” He shook his head and crossed his arms, the same way he did this morning.
When you looked up, Rafe was already making his way up to Topper’s house With the car seat in one hand and the diaper bag in the other.
“Rafe!” You called out.
He turned, tilting his chin upwards at you.
“Nathan won’t get out unless you get him.” You said.
He immediately made his way back to the car and sat Kai’s car seat down on the ground along with the diaper bag.
“You okay to grab that?” He said, pointing towards the car seat.
“Yeah, “ you said softly, sighing in defeat.
You moved out of Rafe’s way, walking over to get Kai and watched as Nathan’s face lit up at his dad.
“Hi, buddy.” Rafe smiled back at his son, picking him up.
You couldn’t lie. You didn’t love the way Rafe ignored how Nathan was acting. But you said nothing.
Nathan nuzzled his face into Rafe’s neck. Rafe picked up the diaper bag, not wanting you to struggle carrying both the diaper bag and the car seat.
You still struggled. The car seat was straining your arm as you walked up Topper’s long driveway. One hand sat on your stomach as the other carried your sleeping son in his car seat.
Rafe stopped walking and turned around, letting you catch up to him. “You okay, baby?”
“I’m fine.” You smiled, trying to hide the fact that you already were out of breath.
“Okay.” A smirk appeared on his lips as he tried not to laugh.
He definitely noticed you were out of breath.
Once you both got to Topper’s front door, Rafe set down the diaper bag and knocked three times. Alex — Topper’s girlfriend — quickly came to the door.
A big smile appeared on her face when she saw Rafe holding Nathan.
She loved Nathan and Nathan loved her.
“Hi! didn’t know you guys were coming,” She said cheerfully. “Come in.” She jerked her head and opened the front door all the way.
“Aunt Alex!” Nathan quickly picked his head up from his dads neck and waved at her.
“Hi squirt!” She replied, waving back.
Rafe picked up the diaper bag from off the ground. “Yeah, Top offered to watch the kids.” Rafe replied, walking into the house first then making his way into the living room. “We have a doctors appointment.”
You stepped through the door way just as Alex pulled you in for a hug. You used your free arm to hug her sideways and once you both pulled away you both made your way into the living room. Rafe was talking to Topper, Nathan still in Rafe’s arms.
“I’m sorry I wish we could stay.” You sincerely say, slightly frowning at Alex.
“Don’t be sorry, Y/n. We can visit another time.” Alex reassured you, giving you a genuine smile as she rubbed your arm up and down.
Rafe walked over to the couch to set Nathan down but he clung to his dad for dear life. “Daddy no!” He yelled, making you and Alex shift your attention to them.
Kai jerked awake, his eyes wide when you looked down at him. He began to cry at the loud sound so you kneeled to the floor to unbuckle him and pick him up.
Rafe quickly glanced at you and Kai. “Stop- look, you just woke up your brother,” Rafe pleaded with your son who had both of his arms wrapped around Rafe’s neck. “Let go, okay?”
Alex and Topper stood silently looking at what was going on. Not quite sure what to say.
You were stressed with Kai now crying and Nathan not letting go of Rafe.
“I want you to stay daddy!” He cried.
Rafe jerked his head from underneath his sons arms, his hat falling off in the process.
“I can’t, buddy. You know this.” His face was red and his hair was now messy. “Please don’t do this to me.. Making me feel bad.” He pleaded with Nathan once again.
Nathan was his first born. His weakness.
Your heart tightened at Rafe’s tone of voice as you stood holding Kai. Nathan was hysterically crying, his bottom lip jutting out as he cried to his dad. He extended his arms out to Rafe.
“Take me with you,” He cried. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“I can’t, Nate. No kids allowed in the back rooms, buddy.”
You could tell Rafe was overusing the word ‘buddy’ to try and comfort Nathan.
“One more hug before me and mommy leave, okay?” Nathan nodded as Rafe leaned forward to pick Nathan up. Nathan folded his arms around Rafe’s neck like before, and laid his head on Rafe’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, buddy.”
You were sad for Nathan. He didn’t know any better. He didn’t understand why kids couldn’t go everywhere adults could.
“We gotta go now, okay?” Rafe said, slowly sitting Nathan back on the couch.
Nathan sniffled a few more times then tilted his head down. Nathan’s little hands were fidgeting in his lap as Rafe kissed his temple “I’m sorry.” He whispered in his ear before slowly leaning back up.
He grabbed his hat from off the couch then turned around to face you, Topper and Alex who had watched the whole thing silently. You frowned at him but said nothing.
“Ready to go?” Rafe said softly.
You nodded before walking over to Nathan. “We love you, Nate. We’ll be back before you know it.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek.
No reaction. No reply.
You leaned back up and handed Kai — who had finally calmed down, to Alex as you and Rafe silently made your way out of the, now, quiet home.
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I just thought of Rafe with a sleepy gf reader who falls asleep anywhere anytime. His truck, midsummers, party’s, in the middle of a convo. Idk why but I love the concept
omg i absolutley LOVE this concept!
A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR LATE UPLOAD. I HAD MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK, BUT IM BACK NOW!
Sleepy Girl
pairing: rafe cameron x sleepy!reader [est. relationship]
warnings: none i think lol? [lemme know if you find any]
summary: numerous scenarios of when rafe cameron takes care of his sleepy girl
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in his truck
It had been half an hour since you had told rafe that you were tired before ending the two hour long facetime call you two had been on. It had been half an hour of you trying to get to sleep. Despite being tired, you couldn't manage to fall asleep which was surprising for you as you'd usually be out within minutes after your head hit the pillows. After a few more minutes of struggling you decided to see if rafe was still awake.
*messages with rafe*
About ten minutes later you got a text from rafe saying he was outside. While he would usually come get you himself, at night you told him it'd be best if waits in the car so you guys don't wake your sleeping parents. "Hi beautiful" you heard him say as you got into rafe's truck and put your seatbelt on before he could ask you to. His free hand immediately found it's place on your thigh like it always did during your drives. "Hi, thanks for this" you blushed at his compliment from seconds ago. "Anything for you" he smiled as he started driving with no indication of where he was going. This wasn't the first time the two of you would go on drives when one of you was restless (almost always you) so as usual he would just drive around the obx until you both called it a night.
You continued on your drive having small, random, meaningless but interesting conversations as some random song quietly played through the speakers in the background. As you heard rafe talk about his new project with his dad at cameron development, you couldn't help but smile at him, feeling proud and happy at how much his relationship with his dad has improved and how his attitude towards life in general has changed for the better. The sound of his voice and his thumb rubbing against your thigh lulled you sleep causing rafe to gently pull over and place the blanket he kept in the back over you. He looked over at your sleepy form at a red light and couldn't help but to admire you "love you, my sleepy girl"
at parties (imagine this in a reality where kooks and pouges get along lol)
Kelce had thrown yet another end of school party despite it already being halfway into summer. The teens of the obx were always looking for an excuse to have houseparties, keggers, get togethers, you name it. If it had booze, drugs and people their age, they were down. Not that you were complaining though, you loved having a reason to get all dressed up and spend a night with your best friends and boyfriend. Although you were quite tired today and when vocalising this to rafe and your friends they all replied with something along the lines of "when aren't you". JJ in particular begged you to come and dared you to not fall asleep before 2 am. After a little persuasion and a bet formed between you and jj stating that the loser cleans the others car/bike for the next month, you were down.
At around 1:00 am you all (you, rafe, sarah, kie, cleo, john b, jj, pope, kelce, topper, barry and some other mutual friends) had found yourselves sitting on kelce's rather large balcony alternating between random convos and playing stupid party games such as truth or dare. You were sat in rafe's lap with his arms around you, one of his hands stroking your thigh whilst the other held a beer.
Feeling yourself grow tired you moved your face to bury it into rafe's chest almost forgetting about your bet with jj before you hear barry's voice booming. "YO THORNTON" causing jj to divert his attention away from a clingy kie "looks like mrs country clubs called it a night, pay up" you heard causing you to jolt your head up earning a groan from barry and a chuckle from jj and rafe. "Are you guys betting on me?" you asked putting two and two together. "Hey it's not just us, everyone is, even your boyfriend" jj pointed above you at rafe to get the blame off of himself.
This pulled whatever sleep you had in you away as you sat up and looked at rafe who had a sheepish smile on his face. "Explain" you said staring at rafe. "Well um-" he stuttered earning giggles from kelce and topper who rarely saw rafe at a loss for words "we all bet on who we think is gonna win the bet between you and jj" he explained. "Topper, kelce, john b, and cleo think you're gonna win and kie, barry, pope and sarah think jj's gonna win" he finished. "And you? who do you think is gonna win rafe?" you asked interested to hear his answer.
Some giggles from sarah and john b had you guessing you weren't going to like his answer. "well... baby you know i love you, but my money's on jj" he smiled down at you again with that sheepish smile. "really?" you laughed "you're betting against me?" you fake pouted, not really caring about something so silly. "Sorry baby" rafe laughed kissing your forehead. "Well imma stay up now just so i can see you lose" you smirked up at him "and so i don't have to clean jj's bike for the next month" you added on.
A while later you began to feel sleepy again as you drowned out the conversation between rafe and a few of the others. You looked up at rafe with sleepy eyes and he could swear that he'd never seen anything cuter. "Is it pass two?" you asked him in a pleading voice that had him send a quiet prayer to God that it had passed two so you could stop torturing yourself. He checked his watch, annoyed to see that it was 1:41 am meaning you couldnt sleep for another twenty minutes. Not having the heart to break it to you he just nodded causing you to bury your face into him as you layed against him, sleep immediately taking over you.
He bought his finger up to his lips and looked at everyone else with a death glare, a silent threat to everyone to not ruin it by telling you the actual time or else. He looked back at you sleeping then to jj who had a smirk on his face as he'd just won the bet. Little did jj know that there was no way on earth rafe was gonna let his girl wash jj's bike causing rafe to smirk to himself thinking of how he would deal with jj tomorrow, not caring how annoyed the blonde would get, you won't have to lift a finger. And that money he won from the other bet? He was already planning on how he was gonna take you out with that money and treat you the following day. "goodnight my pretty, sleepy girl" he whispered as he placed one final kiss into the top of your head before resuming his conversation with everyone else.
at midsummers
So far, midsummers had been everything you dreamt and more. You wore a stunning emerald green satin dress which complimented your skin tone and eye colour so beautifully. Your parents were so happy to see you with rafe enjoying midsummers remembering their own first midsummers together whilst the camerons wouldn't stop complimenting you. You had always been family to them being sarah's bestfriend since you both were three but they loved you even more after you started dating rafe.
The hours flew by as you danced with your parents, kie, sarah, wheezie, rafe and a few of your other friends. You even shared a dance with ward as he thanked you for bringing his son back to him. After a while you, kie and sarah went to grab a drink away from your parents hoping to get something alcoholic into your systems. After a while, not many people were left. Your parents had gone home without you once you told them you'd be staying at tannyhill with rafe and sarah tonight. You, kie and sarah were talking when you saw sarah roll her eyes at something behind you before feeling a pair of hands grab your waist. You turned you head to see rafe smiling at you pulling you away from sarah and kie leading you to the dance floor.
A slow song was playing as you both slowly danced to the music with your arms wrapped around his neck and your head was rested against his chest. Rafe's hands stayed at your waist and hips as he moved your body with his bringing his lips down to your ear "have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?" he whispered. This caused you to giggle "only about a milion times". He chuckled at that and you felt butterflies emerge in your stomach at the rumbles from his chest "well that's not enough, lets make it a million and one" he started before peppering some kisses into your hair "you look gorgeous princess" he finished with one final kiss. You smiled feeling nothing but comfort in that moment in that calm atmosphere "i love you" you whispered earning an "i love you more" from rafe. You continued to dance as you felt your eyes get heavier, sleep taking over you. Rafe also felt your body get heavier as you gave into the sleep leading him to gently carry you to his truck, "let's get you home my sleepy girl"
at a picnic date/mid convo
"oh my god rafe, this is so cute" you beamed at rafe as he took out a little picnic blanket and placed it over the grass "i know, you want some strawberries?" rafe smirked in a cocky tone, proud of himself for coming up with a successful date. "yes please" you said sitting down next to him. As soon as you sat down you felt rafe's arms pull you into his lap and before you could say anything to object, he stuffed a strawberry into your mouth.
You two proceeded to talk about many things going on in the obx particularly your night at midsummers just yesterday. With your head in rafes lap, you looked up at him whilst he sat upright against a tree peering down at you and mindlessly playing with your hair. When rafe started describing his favourite moments from midsummers, trying find a few pictures topper had managed to snap, he heard your hums get quieter and less frequent as the seconds passed. Shrugging his brows he moves his phone away so your face was no longer blocked, only to find you sleeping with a small smile on your face. He couldn't help chuckle, not only at the small bit of whipped cream on your nose, but also at how his sleepy girl had fallen asleep on yet another date. Slowy, he quietly snapped a picture of you before putting his phone to the side whilst dropping his head down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, bringing it back up as he continued to admire you.
This was a picture rafe loved.
An image he wanted imprinted in his mind.
His favouite sight.
"sleep well my sleepy girl"
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SINCE YALL LOVED THE JJ X READER X RAFE, im writing a part 2 💞💞. thank u so much for the support, i love u all<3
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cw’s: angst (to fluff ofc), crying, drinking, ooc camerons, lmk if i missed anything
You'd stopped hanging with the Pogues for a few weeks and John B had just thought it was just a phase. You'd always get tired of them every once in a while and would try to find other friends but you'd always come back. That was until Kie had informed him that your new friends were the self renowned Kings of OBX; Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, and Kelce, that was when he got concerned.
You got home late again and you tried to sneak in by your window again so Big John doesn't catch you. And when you got in, John B was sitting on your bed, waiting for you.
A confused expression contorted on your face as you looked at your older brother. "Hey?"
"You've been hanging out with Rafe and Topper?" He got to the point immediately and you were taken aback. You weren't concerned as you took off your shoes, rolling your eyes.
"I have, is that a problem?" You countered as John B sat up, getting up to face you.
"You know it is, Y/N." John B whispered. "I don't know what's been up with you lately, all your snarky comments and shit but I cross the line at you hanging out with those assholes."
"Snarky comments? John B, you're becoming dad." You couldn't help but laugh but John B didn't find it as amusing as you. "They're nice once you get to know them."
John B sighed, running his hands through his hair, stressed. "You think you've found new friends?"
"Yes, John B. Don't get all jealous on me, you're still my best-"
"You really think they want to be friends with you?" John B didn't mean it like that but you suddenly furrowed your eyebrows. "Wait-"
"What's that supposed to be mean?"
"Look, they're rich assholes and what do you think they realistically want from you? They obviously want to piss me or JJ off so they got to you-"
You scoffed at him, getting heated. How self-centered can someone be? "Oh, so you're saying no one would be friends with me for me? That obviously they want to be friends with me so they can get to you! Wow, okay-"
"That's not what I meant, Y/N."
"That's how it sounded, John B."
There was silence as you both looked at each other, hurt in your eyes and regret in John B's. His intentions were pure, you knew that but you couldn't help but think that John B truly thought this way. He saw you as a little baby who needed to be babysat and he needed to protect.
You're older now. You don't need John B or his friends anymore, you had Rafe. You didn't wanna be naive but it felt like he truly cared; old inside jokes, friendly smiles and tight embraces were the new norm for you two. He made you feel important, something that the Pogues had never made you feel.
Yeah, he is an asshole; but at least he cared for you.
"That hurts, John B." You whispered, feeling your eyes water. You didn't want to cry, that was pathetic. You walked away to your vanity, taking off your earrings as John B watched.
"Y/N-"
"Did you even care about how I was feeling when I blew you and the Pogues off? Did you even notice?" You suddenly asked, not facing John B as you looked at the mirror instead.
"I... Yes, of course we did. We just wanted to give you time." John B said. It was the truth, that was how he felt. But he didn't know how the others felt; they obviously cared about you but maybe not to the extent of how he did.
There was silence again. "John B, I'm going to bed. Can you get out?"
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean it like that, you know that."
"Do I?"
Before he could respond, you sniffed and looked away from his eyes as the tears started to fall. "I'm gonna get dressed, get out. Please."
He wanted to stay; hug you, comfort you. But that wouldn't do anything, he knew his words were permanent, there was no taking it back. He nodded and walked out of your room and you immediately locked the door after him.
You walked to your bed and collapsed dramatically, hugging your pillow and let the tears fall. All your worst fears had come true; they really did think that you were just some anti-social baby who needed to be taken care of.
You hadn't thought of JJ in weeks and now, he plagued your head. You missed him, too. You were embarrassed, did he truly only think of you as John B's little sister?
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"What the fuck?" JJ shouted as John B explained the situation. The Y/N he knew wouldn't go fucking around with the Kooks, so what happened? "Why would she hang out with Rafe?"
"I'm not sure, it doesn't seem like her. I'm worried about her, she's probably getting brainwashed by them.'' Kie muttered as she sat on the couch. She was genuinely concerned; she didn't want you to become like Sarah, she wanted her best friend back.
John B was quiet as JJ and Kie discussed the situation at hand. He was confused, you'd never mentioned even talking to Rafe or Topper. They seemed like the kids who bullied you at the Kook Academy, so why were you associating with them now?
"I know it's that fucker, Rafe. He probably drugged her or some shit, he's like a sociopath who wants to use her as a weapon against us." JJ was pacing on the porch as Kie sighed. JJ was also worried, this was nothing like you. He was worried about you the moment you stopped hanging out with them but he just brushed it off like John B.
"He probably likes her." Kie stated as the two boys had looked at her, eyes widened. They hadn't even thought of that.
"Is he even capable of liking someone?" JJ sputtered, anxiously staring at Kie.
John B got up and started walking to the car, seeing red. If Rafe had even thought about touching you in any way, he'd rip him apart. You were always shy around guys and he knew that Rafe would use that against you. He didn't want to assume but Rafe was surely going to do something that made you uncomfortable.
Kie and JJ followed him. "The fuck are you doing?"
"Getting Y/N, by force if she doesn't want to."
Kie grabbed him firmly as turned him around. "Are you stupid? You're going to push her farther away. That's why she's with the Kooks right now, because you smuggle her like a little kid. You're literally a helicopter parent."
"I disagree, Kie. Personally I'm going to go over to that fucker's house and I'll punch in the mouth for taking Y/N-"
"JJ, stop. She's not a baby!" Kie shouted. "You two are driving her away. She just needs time, okay? If she needs help she'll call us."
John B had taken a few breathes and looked away from the Pogues, weighing his options. He decided Kie was right and nodded slowly, walking away back to his porch.
"I knew something was wrong the moment Y/N didn't go on that fishing trip a few weeks ago. I told you Kie, remember?" JJ recalled as Kie nodded, walking back towards John B. "And when she blew us off on Pope's birthday, and when-"
"We get it, you're the Y/N whisperer." Kie responded as she took seat on the chair, JJ taking a seat next to John B. "I just miss her."
"Me too." John B muttered.
JJ was quiet for a second. He remembered the past few weeks and they just weren't the same without you. Your amusing remarks, warm hugs and your eyes against the sun on the boat. He missed you more than anything.
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You walked into the Cameron's estate, Topper and Rafe trailing behind you. You and Sarah made up a few nights ago and now, you essentially spent the entire day with her or Rafe. It was the most fun you'd had in months.
Sarah ran down the stairs and squealed when she saw you, embracing you tightly. "I missed you!"
"It's been like two hours, chill out." Rafe quipped, annoyed as Sarah flipped him off as she let you go.
"Shut up, you're just jealous."
"Of what?" He looked at Sarah up and down in an disgusted manner as you and Top laughed.
"That Y/N loves me more than you."
"Oh really?" Rafe looked over at you, a grin on his mouth as you smiled back. "Is that so, Y/N?"
"Yes, of course. I love Sarah more than anyone."
"Mhm." he responded, disbelief in his eyes as Sarah grabbed your hand, smiling in victory. You both looked at each other and he felt his heart jump at your sweet smile.
"Okay, guys. It's getting late, let's get going." Topper announced as they all nodded, walking out of the house. There was a bone-yard party tonight and you were all going together.
You were silently praying that the Pogues were going to blow it off and go to the Chateau instead, but that was unlikely.
As you arrived, the smell of smoke engulfed you and you resisted the urge to cough. The sun was setting and it was getting cooler, the salty ocean breeze running through your hair. You missed these parties, you hadn't been to one since the summer had begun.
Your gaze moved to the crowds, subconsciously trying to see if the Pogues had made it out to the party. You were nervous to see them, you hadn't even talked to them in a couple weeks. You heard some footsteps and you smelled the faint scent of his cologne.
Rafe stood next to you. "You okay?"
You turned to Rafe, looking up to his dreamy blue eyes. You smiled at his concern as you shook your head, "I'm fine, thanks for asking. Just nervous."
"If they hassle you, I'll be there quick, okay?"
You laughed at his care. "I'll be fine, don't worry."
You heard Sarah come up to you and grab your hand, your gaze still on Rafe, his grin evident.
"Let's go get some drinks. I need some ASAP." Sarah grabbed your hand and started walking away.
"Be careful!" Rafe shouted as you guys walked away.
You and Sarah walked to the kegger, getting a cup and filling it to the brim with beer. "I'm not excited for tomorrow's hangover."
"Let's not think about tomorrow, just tonight and how much fun we're going to have."
You laughed at Sarah words and she took a drink of her cup, smiling. You also took a drink, the bitter taste flooded your taste buds. You will never get used to the bitter taste of beer.
Kie and Pope watched from afar, disappointment apparent in their expression. They were sitting on piece of wood, beers in hand. Kie felt betrayed as she watched you dance with Sarah, having fun. She wasn't even mad; she was disappointed.
"Looks like the Kooks have officially seized Y/N away from us." Pope declared as Kie nodded, taking a sip of her beer from the red cup.
Sarah put her hands on your shoulders, swinging you two in a slow dance as you giggled at her antics. The sun was set and the boneyard energy was finally at its height; the cool ocean breeze, the smoke from the fire, the faint music, the mutter from people all across the island.
Your gaze moved from Sarah to behind her: Rafe was sitting with Top and Kelce, laughing. A smile invaded your face and Sarah turned around and then back at you, a smirk on her lips.
"So what's up with you and Rafe?"
Your face felt warm once you turned your gaze back at Sarah. "Um, what do you mean?"
"Do you think I don't see those little looks and smiles? Especially the hugs, it looks like he doesn't wanna let go of you." Sarah noted as you blushed bashfully, looking away. "He doesn't hug anyone that way, so what's up?"
"Nothing, we're just getting closer."
"Okay, Y/N." The smirk was on still apparent on her face. "Whatever you say."
It was the truth, sure, he made you feel like few others have made you feel, but it was just nothing. That was it, for now at least.
You heard footsteps behind you and you saw Sarah's face morph into an annoyed one. She let go of you as you turned back to see JJ.
You were startled. You hadn't seen him in weeks and it seemed like all the feelings you tried so hard to get rid of, came back as soon as you locked eyes with JJ. His soft gaze and worried expression made your heart sink to your stomach.
"Hey." He said quietly, no exact emotion in his tone. "C-can we talk?"
You looked back at Sarah and she gave you a small nod. "Sure."
You and JJ walked away from the crowd, walking along the shore of the beach. It was quiet for a second before JJ spoke up. "Why'd you leave us?"
His tone was evident now. It seemed hurt and that was something you rarely heard - especially when it was directed to you. You moved your gaze to anywhere but JJ, trying to think of an explanation.
You licked your lips before looking at JJ. He didn't look at you either, wanting to gaze at the sand below instead. "I felt like... like I was just John B's sister." That was partly the truth - you couldn't admit the other half.
"Just John B's sister?" JJ repeated. Again, there was silence before JJ spoke up again. "You're our best friend, too. Our little sister we love and want to... protect."
"I don't feel like it, sometimes." You admitted. JJ's heart broke at your statement. He's known you his whole life and he's always wanted to make sure you fit in. He felt bad now because you didn't feel it.
He stopped and grabbed your arm, so you could turn and look up at him. "I'm sorry, if I ever made you feel unwanted. You are wanted, it's not the same without you and our little jokes. No one does it like you, Y/N."
You felt yourself tear up at the statement. That was all you wanted to hear all month - that you were wanted. Not only wanted to hear, but feel. JJ's gaze felt warm against your face as you locked eyes. His blue eyes melted into yours and your heart sped up.
His hand slowly went down your arm, leaving goosebumps as he went down to your hand. He pulled you closer and you held eye contact. His gaze moved to your lips and then up at your eyes again.
As he leaned in, he heard a familiar voice behind them. "Y/N."
You both turned to see Rafe and Sarah, watching you both. His jaw was clenched as he surveyed the scene in front of him.
Oh no, you thought to yourself as JJ let go of your hand.
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Him or Me
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!Thornton!Reader
Warnings: language, topper being a slight asshole, small mention of parent death and absent parent, not proof read so potential grammatical errors, slightly ooc/fanon Rafe I think that’s all but please let me know if there’s anymore I should add
Summary: when Topper finds out his best friend Rafe is secretly dating his sister behind his back, all hell breaks loose. Will they be able fix their relationship? Or will the betrayal be too much to recover from?
A/N: This is the first story i’ve written in months so i’m still a little rusty. I wanted to get something out though to get back into the groove of things. Italicized means flashback, this also is meant to take place in season 1 after Sarah and John B are together so I hope you all enjoy🤍 I left the ending of this slightly open for a potential part two if people want it/I decide to write one (Topper is 19 and reader is 18 for the sake of this story, Rafe is his canon age in the show)
“You know I’ll take care of you right?” he spoke with such certainty. How could you not believe him?
It was never supposed to be this way, you and your brother's best friend being together, but when he gave you those bedroom eyes and whispered those sweet nothings in your ear how could you resist? The both of you kept it a secret from Topper as long as you could knowing his overprotective nature when it came to you. He had found out when he saw the two of you kissing at the country club, that was a bad night for the three of you.
“My fucking sister dude? Are you kidding me? You could have any girl on this island but you go after my sister?” the vein on his neck popping out as he screamed at Rafe. Neither of you had expected him to be home, let alone for him to be waiting in the living room for you two to come back. As soon as Rafe stepped into the door he was thrown against the wall by his neck, a very angry Topper staring at him with pure hatred.
“Topper stop, let him go. Please.” you pleaded with him but it was no use, his grip stayed the same and he acted as if you weren't there. They were in their own world at that moment.
“Fucking relax man, I chose her for a reason. I love her, and you're not going to stop me from seeing her. So if you're going to hit me and tell me to stay away from her, do it so we can get this over with.” he was visibly annoyed by this as his tone confirmed it. Sure they were friends, but you meant more to Rafe than anyone else so your big brother trying to prevent your relationship was simply just an inconvenience that had no real effect at all.
The two men stared at each other for a moment, nostrils flaring and veins so visible you were getting concerned about their health. It wasn't until Topper let go of Rafe with a small scoff that you felt you could breathe again. You've never felt more shitty in your whole life than you did when Topper looked at you with such betrayal and hurt. He just shook his head and stormed out of the house, the front door slamming behind him.
“Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't know he would be here” you say as you rush over to him and examine his neck that was now red (and would inevitably bruise) from the grip Topper had on it. He watched as you examined him with such worry and such a gentle touch that it reminded him yet again why he was with you, that you were worth whatever argument ensued because you showed him love nobody else would.
“Baby, I'll be fine. I'm more worried about you being okay than my neck.” grabbing the sides of your face and forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were glossy with tears and your breathing slightly uneven. Your relationship with Topper was different than the one Rafe had with his sisters, it had always just been the two of you since you were growing up. Your dad had died when you were babies and your mom was a piece of shit who was never around so that left the two of you to protect and raise each other. Hurting him felt like the biggest stab in the chest and you felt terrible.
“I-” your sobs overpowered your voice before you could finish as you broke down in your lover's arms. His shushed comfort helped bring you some peace but not nearly enough to stop the feeling in your chest from growing. He had moved you over to the couch and held you in his lap until your cries eventually stopped and your breathing remained calm.
“Baby?” he asked quietly in case you had fallen asleep. When he got no response, he gently laid you on the couch and covered you with a blanket before kissing your cheek and heading out to find your brother. Rafe was probably the last person he wanted to see but he would try to talk to him for you.
That “talk” didn't go very well. You didn't know what was said, all you know is that Topper came home bloodied and bruised and didn't say a word to you. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together when you saw Rafes bruised knuckles the next day and his excuse was that he “wanted to try boxing without his gloves”. But a few weeks had passed since then and you thought it would be fine, you and Top would go back to normal and eventually he and Rafe would reconcile like nothing ever happened. If only it was that easy.
Topper had grown increasingly hostile toward you when he decided to acknowledge your existence. His responses were always short and snappy like you were the most horrible person to be speaking with. You knew the only way of fixing this was breaking up with Rafe but there was no way in hell you were doing that so you instead just tried to give him space when you could. But one day he decided that ignoring each other wasn't enough, he needed you to know your options.
‘We need to talk’ one text that always has the ability to make your heart race. You stare at it for 10 minutes trying to figure out the right response before you type back a simple ‘Okay’, his next text telling you he’d meet you at the house in ten minutes. You felt like throwing up and your anxiety was through the roof. You knew what he wanted to talk about, that's what made you nervous. It felt like hours had passed when you finally heard the front door open and heavy footsteps approach the kitchen. Your heartbeat had become very quick when he came into your peripheral vision.
“Hi” a simple word used to greet people now had a more hostile meaning behind it. You finally looked up to see him but he was already looking at you. He still had that same look in his eyes he had that day. Betrayal, disgust, anger, every emotion you had hoped you'd never see him have towards you.
“Hi” your voice much smaller as you tried to avoid his hard gaze. An awkward silence passed for a few moments before he finally spoke again. There was clearly no small talk to be made so it was now or never.
“I'm giving you two options, and I never thought I'd have to say this to you of all people but I guess you really can't trust everyone. I understand you think you love Rafe and that he loves you, but you don't know him like me. Rafe Cameron doesn't ever love someone, he uses them to his advantage until he no longer needs them around and then he leaves them in the dirt. I'm not staying around to watch that happen to you so it's him or me.” his voice was stern, there was no hesitation in his words. He meant every last thing he had just told you.
You stared at him for a moment trying to process what you just heard, did he really just give you an ultimatum? You half expected him to laugh and tell you he was just fucking with you, that he was still upset you hadn't told him but as long as you were happy so was he, but that moment never came. Instead, he continued to stare at you with a pierced gaze waiting for your response.
“Are you serious right now Top?” you chuckled in disbelief. There was no way this was happening right now.
“As serious as a heart attack” no hint of amusement in his voice. Your emotion quickly changed from guilt to anger as his words finally registered.
“You have no right to do that. None. Rafe and I do love each other, we don't think that. You don't know our relationship and this was exactly why we didn't want you finding out. I'm not a baby anymore Topper. I'm a big girl and I can make my own decisions about things, including who I date. If that backfires that's on me and I learn from it. You don't get to decide that for me.” your face had turned red and you felt hot. How dare he make you choose between them.
“Y/N you don't understand okay? I know how he works, I've seen it happen. He's only going to hurt you when-” he tried to argue but you cut him off.
“No. You don't understand. He treats me better than anyone else ever has, he makes me feel loved. You don't know anything about love, that's why your girlfriend cheated on you with a fucking pogue.” his face fell at the comment. You knew it was harsh and uncalled for but you were too upset to care.
“Fuck you Y/N. I'm giving you one last chance to make the right choice” you knew he meant that.
“Fine. You want me to choose so badly? I choose him, I'll always choose him.” your breathing was heavy as you yelled at him. There was no taking it back now so you could only hope it didn't end badly for you.
“Okay” he scoffed “just don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart. You mean nothing to me anymore” he spoke with such disgust that it took everything in you not to cry.
“I won't. He's never going to do that to me” you spoke to him with the same voice he had spoken to you. The two of you staring at each other with anger and a look of disbelief that this had happened to you. Topper gave one last shake of his head before going up the stairs to what you thought was his room. It wasn't until you heard a loud thud a few minutes later that you realized he was in yours.
One by one, bags and boxes of your things came flying down the stairs. Topper was standing at the top with his arms crossed and a satisfied look on his face.
“You want to be with him so bad you can go stay with him. I don't want a lying whore living with me.” his words hurt you more than would ever admit but you swallowed your tears and began packing your car with your things, getting in and starting the car to drive to Rafes once the last thing was thrown in.
He hadn't expected to see your text but all he could do was worry when you’d told him you were on your way to him. The only thing comforting him was pacing around the room and thinking of all the ways he could try and help you. He heard your call pull up and almost broke the door getting to you and his heart shattered when he saw you. Tears streamed down your face, eyes red and puffy, you looked destroyed.
As soon as you were in his arms you broke down, the both of you falling to the ground as your sobs echoed in the warm air. The familiar smell of Rafe's cologne made you feel safe, a feeling you hadn't fully felt since Rafe and Topper's fight. It felt like you were finally home and could relax, the war was over and you could just live again.
“Shh baby it's okay, you're safe now. I've got you” he said as he rested his head on top of yours and wrapped his arms around you tightly. There wasn't much that could be said to help you feel better about the situation but knowing you weren't alone did help to make you feel good. Topper was just jealous he didn't have this type of love with Sarah.
You'd finally calmed down enough to unload your things into Rafe's room. Ward adored you so letting you stay with them was absolutely no issue which you were so thankful for.
Hours had passed and your tears had long stopped. You had taken a nice long shower and now you were in bed with Rafe, it felt natural to you. He gave you a small nudge to get your attention and your eyes met his. He had a slight smirk on his face.
“What? Do I have something on my face” your eyes widening slightly worried you had forgotten to wipe some makeup off your face.
“No no it's not that, it's just… I could get used to this you know? It feels right” his voice was much softer now.
“It does, doesn't it? Maybe this whole situation isn't so bad after all” it was very bad, but maybe you could convince yourself otherwise if you said it enough.
Rafe could see you thinking about the situation again despite what you'd just said so he grabbed your face to hold it in place. His eyes never leaving yours for a second.
“You know I'll take care of you right?” and you had no doubt he would, fuck Topper. You just needed Rafe. He would never betray you like Topper, he would never hurt you the way your brother did. He loved you.
“I know” you smiled sweetly at him before giving him a soft kiss, both of you enjoying the moment of peace before pulling away to turn the lights off. Sleep slowly engulfing you as you relaxed into the others touch. This is how it was meant to be.
If only you knew exactly what getting involved with Rafe Cameron would turn into.
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A Match Made In Hell
Pairings: Dark!Rafe x Female!Reader (She comes off sweet and innocent but is actually a psychopath)
Summary: Rafe Cameron fell in love with the OBX's sweet and innocent kook princess, but what was it about her that drew him in? When she turns out to be just as psychotic (if not more than Rafe) as him, what will happen? Will the once peaceful and quiet Kildare Island be turned upside down? Will anyone find out the truth about her? Or will her sweet and innocent persona be enough to fool an entire island?
Warnings: Dark themes, mentions of torture and murder, murder, mentions of weapons, weapon use, details of torture and murder, unprotected sex P in V, knife play, mention of branding, drug use, to sum it all up they're both psychopaths! Read at your own risk.
A/N: I used the name Sky/Skylar, but you can picture reader however you want. Other than describing how she dresses and acts, there isn't much physical description of her. Fair warning this is longer than I originally planned for it to be . Guess you could say I went overboard with this shit. However, I did try to shorten it more, deciding to end it where I did, otherwise it probably would have turned into a full blown story.
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With Rafe Cameron, what you see is what you get. The eldest of the three Cameron siblings, Rafe was unhinged, a psychopath. From trying to drown his sister, Sarah, to murdering Sheriff Peterkin, beating those dirty Pogues to a pulp any time he had the chance, pulling a gun on his dad, to actually shooting Sarah. The list of crimes that the Cameron male had committed only continued to pile up. The good thing about being a Cameron? It meant that Rafe got away with murder, literally. He was a true psychopath and everyone knew it.
Then you have Skylar Rose, Outer Banks sweetheart, the kook princess. The Rose family held just as much power on the island as the Cameron family, if not more. Skylar or Sky as everyone called her was the complete opposite of Rafe. She was the definition of innocent, wearing white flowy summer dresses, nails always perfectly manicured, flowers usually adorned in her wavy beach wave hair, makeup always perfectly done and perfectly applied glossy lips. The Rose girl always had a smile on her face that was brighter than the sun, greeting everyone that she passed on the island, both Kooks and Pogues. If someone needed help, Sky was the first to lend a hand, no questions asked. She loved babies, animals, stuffed animals, anything that was pink and sparkly. She was the Outer Banks angel, untouched by any guy. That was until Rafe Cameron made her his own.
You see, under all those innocent layers laid something dark and twisted. While others only saw her as innocent, Rafe knew that there was more to Skylar Rose, and he made it his mission to bring out her true nature, which took less persuasion than he expected.
The couple was trouble together, feeding each other their psychotic desires behind closed doors. So, what happens when people start going missing on the small island and bodies start turning up? Normally, the Cameron men, Rafe and his father Ward would be the first that the people of Kildare County would blame, but with Sky now in the picture, it left the residents of the island puzzled. They truly believed that Sky had Rafe under control. Oh, how wrong they were.
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It was a typical Friday night on Figure Eight. Rafe had convinced Topper to throw a party at his place, bitching that Ward refused to let the Cameron male throw anymore of his parties at Tannyhill, at least when Ward was home. With Sky giving the Thornton male her sweetest and most innocent smile and pleading eyes, Topper folded within seconds. Both Rafe and Sky knew that she had everyone on the island wrapped around her dainty perfectly manicured finger.
The Thornton house was crowded with kook party goers, music blaring throughout every room. The liquor was overflowing and the drugs at anyone's disposal. It was your typical kook party. Sweaty and dancing bodies everywhere, people hooking up wherever the fuck they pleased.
Sky was currently perched on Rafe's lap, curled up against her boyfriend as he made his usual drug deals, white powdery lines scattered across the glass table in front of them. She was dressed in her usual attire, wearing a white babydoll dress that Rafe bought her that morning, adorned with thigh high stockings with pink bows at the top, knowing how much her boyfriend loved when she wore those damn stockings. Her hair was worn down that night, small pink and white glittery flowers throughout. It was no secret that Sky was the hottest girl at the party. Hell, she was the hottest girl on the island, but everyone knew she belonged to Rafe, meaning she was off limits.
"I'm telling you man, this yayo is top of the line shit. Best you'll ever have. We just got a new shipment, cut straight from Columbia. You won't find this shit anywhere else on the island, yeah?" The Cameron male said to the group of kooks surrounding them, each one reaching for their wads of cash.
Rafe possessively squeezed her bowtie stocking clad thigh, not liking the way that Chad was eying his girl. His jaw tightened, eyes immediately darkening. The squeeze he had on Sky's thigh was so tight that it was sure to leave bruises.
"Yo, man. Ain't you afraid of corrupting little miss innocent with this shit, Rafe? I mean, has she even seen this shit in person before?" Asked Chad, your typical frat kook.
Chad might have been too stupid to realize but Rafe couldn't stand the asshole, his eyes always on Sky. The Cameron boy wanted nothing more than to slam Chad's head through the glass table, but this was business, so Rafe tried his damnedest to remain professional, not wanting to lose out on a deal.
"You do realize who the fuck she belongs to, yeah? Baby Girl here might be innocent, but that don't mean she's fucking stupid. How 'bout you worry 'bout your fuckin' self and let me worry about my girl, yeah? Yeah."
Sky felt her boyfriend tense up, knowing that he had one thing on his mind. Murder.... and Chad was tonight's victim.
"Not yet, Rafey. His time will come later." Sky purred in his ear, making the blonde nod. No one had ever been able to keep Rafe under control, except his Skylar.
Getting back into business mode, Rafe let out a dark laugh, playfully smacking his girlfriend's thigh as he looked from her to Chad.
"Shit, she might be innocent but you best believe my girl here knows all the ends and outs of this shit. Who the fuck you think packages everything and cuts the shit up so perfectly? You're looking at my business partner, man. I taught her everything she knows.Y'gonna buy some or just eye fuck my angel, huh?"
Chad's eyes immediately widened and he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, quickly peeling his eyes away from Sky as she giggled into Rafe's neck. He might not be the brightest crayon in the box, but he knew not to piss off Rafe Cameron, especially when it came to his girl, no matter how badly Chad wished he could fuck Sky.
"Uh, yeah... Yeah, give me 3 G's worth, man. I-I wasn't eye fucking your girl, Rafe, I wouldn't do that. Everyone knows that Skylar belongs to you. I... I wouldn't do that, man."
Rafe snorted, knowing damn well he knew what he saw. Still, he reached for a stack of little baggies that were filled with the white substance. Before he handed the merchandise to Chad, Sky held out a dainty hand, motioning for Chad to place the money in it. He hesitantly looked from her to Rafe, earning a nod of approval from the Cameron male. Once the cash was in her hand, Skylar quickly counted it.
"It's all there, Rafey. Give Chad his goodies so that he can be on his way. Even though I know Chaddy here could have at least bought 5 G's Worth, but he chose the cheap route this time. Oh well." Skylar hummed, shrugging her shoulders as she placed the wad of cash in her little pink bunny shaped backpack that Rafe had bought for her. While Rafe handled dealing the cocaine, she handled the money. The pair being the perfect business partners.
Rafe threw the stack of baggies tied around a pink rubberband (Skylar's doing, of course) at Chad, giving him a death stare.
Rafe then turned his attention to his girlfriend, trailing kisses from under her earlobe and down her neck as he whispered. "Daddy needs his fix, angel. Gon' let me do some lines off those perfect tits, yeah?"
"Here's your shit. Now fucking scram." Rafe spat, shooing Chad away with his hand.
It was almost like a scene from a comedy movie, the way that Chad hurriedly stood, practically tripping over his own two feet, mumbling about how sorry he was and how he didn't mean to disrespect Rafe or his girl. It took everything in the Rose girl to not burst out in giggles.
Her giggles filled the air, Rafe barely able to hear them over the booming music, but not even the music could drown out Rafe hearing those angelic giggles. She bit down on her bottom lip, whimpering at how his mouth felt against her soft skin. Being the possessive man that he was, Rafe made sure to leave marks along her neck, marking what belonged to him.
"Whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets."
"Atta girl. S'good for Daddy. Gon' have to reward you later, hmm?" He whispered, his hand trailing further up her thigh, earning a small moan from her.
Sky reached into Rafe's pocket, pulling out a small baggie filled with white powder. Leaning back against the arm of the overly expensive couch, she began to sprinkle lines of the white substance on her cleavage, involuntarily squeezing her thighs together when Rafe let out a low groan. He leaned his face in closer, lining his nostrils up perfectly with the two white lines before snorting one, followed by the second. He then ran his tongue slowly over each breast, cleaning off whatever remained of the white powder. Of course, he had to give those perfect a few nips.
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Hours later as the party began to die down, the couple decided it was time to put their plan in motion. Both of them coked out of their minds, not to mention the mixture of alcohol and other substances. They had their ways of making sure nobody ever saw Sky snort white lines up her nostrils. She had a reputation to uphold being innocent after all. Thank God that Sky knew how to fool everyone, making them think that she was just tipsy from the half empty bottle of beer that Rafe handed her, not knowing that it was actually a mixture of different types of alcohol.
She made her way through the house, drink in hand as she searched for their victim, humming along to the music as she flashed her million dollar smile at everyone. When she spotted Chad, she put on her innocent act, strolling over to him as her tits bounced, barely contained by the thin material of her dress, ass peaking out from under. Before even approaching Chad, she knew that he was putty in her hand.
"Chad! There you are. I've been looking all over for you. I wanted you to try this new drink mixture I made and tell me what you think. Also my way of apologizing for Rafey's behavior. He tends to get a tad bit overprotective of me." Her voice came out sweet, so innocent sounding. Little did poor Chad know, the drink in her hand had a few extra ingredients, courtesy of Barry.
"Oh, uh, hey Sky. Where's, uh... Where's Rafe. He know you were coming to talk to me?" Chad asked nervously, looking around for any signs of Rafe. When he didn't see the Cameron male, he instantly smirked, not even trying to hide the fact that he was checking her out.
She giggled sweetly, adding on the charm as she flashed her million dollar smile once again, perfectly straight pearly whites on display along with her deep dimples. She twirled a strand of hair around her dainty finger.
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"Relax, Chaddy. I told Rafey that I was going to look for you. He's busy finishing up his last deals for the night. I just want you to try my new mix, not like I'm asking you to take me upstairs to an empty bedroom."
"Yeah, yeah of course I'll try it, sweetheart."
Got him, Sky thought to herself. This was just too damn easy.
"Fuck, Chad here is a lot heavier than I expected, baby. I swear, if he makes me break a nail or even chip my nail polish, 'm gonna go after his whole fucking family." Sky huffed as her and Rafe dragged Chad's unconscious body out of the bed of Rafe's truck.
"Baby Girl, Daddy already told you that you don't have to do any of the heavy lifting. That's what y'got me for, yeah?"
She immediately scrunched up her face, shaking her head from side to side with a strained huff.
"m'not letting.. you do all the.. heavy lifting yourself, Daddy. Whatcha take me for, some sort of weak bitch? Huh? Is that it? Cause 'm not weak, Rafey."
Rafe let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head as he smirked. She was a fiery one and he loved it.
"Shh, shh. Not what I'm saying at all, Baby Girl. I know that you're strong. Y'just got your nails done this morning and Daddy just doesn't want you fuckin' 'em up... 'specially 'fore you get the chance to wrap them 'round my cock. That's all." Rafe reassured her. "This should be good. Drop him here, angel."
Skylar didn't need to be told twice, she dropped Chad's unconscious body, shrugging as she heard a loud thud from his body hitting the concrete floor of the abandoned building. She immediately began inspecting her nails, making sure there were no chips. When she found no damage done to her nails, she looked up at Rafe with a huge grin, holding up both hands for him to see.
"Look, Daddy. No damage done." She beamed, before her face scrunched up in a cute little pout. "Too bad they'll be covered in blood soon. Oh well." She shrugged. "Least I know how to get 'em clean."
Rafe chuckled, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her flush against his toned and muscular body, running his hands down her back and cupping her ass. He leaned his face in to kiss along her jaw, before capturing her lips.
"Yeah, well, just know I plan on fucking you before we get cleaned up. You know what Y'do to Daddy when you're covered in blood." He purred in her ear, making her whimper.
"Daddy! Now 'm wet." Sky whined, making the Cameron boy chuckle.
"What's new, Baby Girl? You get wet just think' 'bout me. Don't worry your pretty little self, Daddy will take good care of you... After we're done with Chad."
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Straddling Chad's lap, Skylar ran the cold blade across his jawline, pouting that he still wasn't awake. Reaching back her other hand, she slapped Chad hard in the face, the sound bouncing off the empty walls of the abandoned building.
"Chad, time to wake up. I wanna play. Won't you play with me?" She whined, grinning like a maniac as the male groaned.
Chad's eyes slowly fluttered open, his head pounding as he tried to regain his focus. Not recognizing his surroundings, his eyes widened when he saw Skylar in his lap, knife pressed against his throat. Sure enough, Rafe was standing a few feet behind her, looking like a true psychopath.
"W-what the fuck did you put in my drink you crazy bitch!? Get the fuck off me! You're both fucking psychopaths!"
"You know, Chad... You should never call a psychopath a psychopath... Makes them angry. I don't think you want to make us angry, now do you!?" Skylar pressed the sharp end of the blade deeper against his neck, breaking the skin. She grinned as she watched the crimson liquid trickle down his throat.
"Look, I didn't do shit. Just let me go. I-I promise I won't tell anyone. I swear, man. Just let me go."
Rafe clicked his tongue, stalking over closer to where Chad was tied to the chair.
"Can't do that, man. You crossed a line tonight. Eying my girl like a pussy starved virgin. Ya pussy starved, Chad, huh? That it? Well guess what?" Rafe asked, reaching a hand out to cup Skylar's pussy under her flowy white dress. "This pussy, yeah, this pussy belongs to me. Even has MY name carved into her thigh. You fucked up, man, and now Y'gotta pay the price. Them's the rules, yeah?"
"Rafe, you got it all wrong, man.. I... I was-"
Chad was immediately cut off by Skylar slicing open his throat, pouting as the crimson liquid squirted all over her white dress.
"He talked too much. Made me bored." She shrugged. "Great!" She plunged the knife into his chest, ignoring his gurgled cries and pleas as he choked on his own blood. "You!" STAB. "Ruined!" STAB. "My!" STAB. "Favorite!" STAB. "Fucking" STAB. "Dress!" With one last stab to Chad's abdomen, she trailed the embedded blade down his stomach, ripping him open in two as his insides pooled out of him.
Rafe's cock was painfully hard, pressing against his jeans as he watched his girlfriend take Chad's life. It wasn't how they planned it, but he always let his Baby Girl do as she pleased. As much as Rafe wanted to be the one to kill that fucking douchebag, he couldn't deny how fucking hot his girl looked.
"You can stop now, angel. Chad's no longer with us. Pity that there wasn't much torture. M'proud of you though. You did so good, Baby Girl. Get that sweet ass over here and let Daddy reward you."
"M'kay, Daddy." Sky hummed, climbing off Chad's lifeless lap. Her once white dress now drenched in the frat boy's blood.
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Rafe teased Skylar, running his red tip over her slick folds, his precum mixing with her slickness. He groaned at the sight of her pretty glistening pussy, the most perfect pussy that he'd ever seen. The blonde was obsessed, willingly admitting to her that he was pussy whipped.
"Rafey, stop teasing!" She whimpered, already writhing beneath him just from his tip gliding along her slick folds.
"Gotta admire the view before I destroy that pretty pussy, yeah? So soaked f'me already, Baby Girl and I've barely touched you. Sucha fucking slut for Daddy's cock, yeah? Yeah, you are. Got you practically coming undone and I haven't even fucked you yet."
"Rafe, I swear if you don't fuck me right no-"
"You'll what? Hmm? You ain't gonna do shit, Baby Girl. I fucking own this pussy and if I want to take my time, I will, yeah? But, since you did so good tonight I won't make you beg."
With that, he slammed his cock deep inside her, not even giving her time to adjust to his size before his hips thrust roughly, slamming in and out of her tight hole. He practically came at the loud moans that rolled off her tongue.
Sky gasped when she felt a cold metal against her abdomen as Rafe slammed his cock deep inside her sopping cunt. She grinned knowing that the cold metal was her knife. It wasn't the first time that the couple did knife play, or even gun play at that. When it came to sexual situations, there wasn't much that was off limits for the pair.
Rafe snaked an arm around to grab her by the throat, squeezing hard as he yanked her head back, wanting to see her face as she came undone. Her once bright doe eyes were as dark as his.
"Hold still for me, Baby Girl, yeah?" Rafe groaned, eyes rolling back from how perfectly her pussy wrapped around his big cock. "Wouldn' want to nick that flawless skin."
Rafe took the blade in his hand, running it along her inner thigh. He felt her walls tighten around him, practically milking him. She obeyed him, trying to stay as still as possible, even though it was almost impossible the way Rafe was roughly thrusting in and out of her.
"Fuck, you gonna cum already? Sucha fucking dirty whore, gettin' off on my cock and having a fucking knife against your skin. Cum for Daddy, wan' you to soak my cock, Baby Girl."
"Mhm, 'm gonna cum daddy." Sky whimpered, feeling the familiar tightness in her stomach.
She threw her head back against Rafe's bare and sweaty chest, mumbling a few curse words as she came undone. Rafe supported her body with one strong hand, pounding into her soaked pussy harder, each thrust more sloppy than the last, letting her know that he was also close.
"Fuck!... Rafe!"
Sky screamed out his name in the most pleasurable way as she came, soaking Rafe's cock. Rafe was right behind her, moaning her name as he emptied his load deep inside her pussy, painting her walls white.
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It had been well over two weeks since the couple brutally murdered Chad. Missing posters were posted all over the island with Chad's picture. Sky and Rafe had even joined the search party for the frat boy, knowing damn well nobody would find him. After chopping his body up, the couple fed him to the gators. Still, they had to make sure they came off just as concerned as the rest of the island.
The couple were sat at a table at The Wreck, eating their lunch when a breaking news alert appeared on the TV. Both their heads snapped to the screen, listening closely to the news report.
"Residents of Kildare County, we come to you with breaking news. What you're about to hear and see might not be suitable for everyone. Kildare County Sheriff's department was called out this morning when a hiker in the woods came across a severed hand. After further investigation it was discovered that the hand belonged to missing teenager, Chad Smith. We take you now to a special report from Sheriff Shoupe."
"The Sheriff's department received a call this morning from a caller who wishes to remain anonymous. After arriving on scene, Deputy Plumb and myself took the severed hand to evidence. After running the hand for prints it was discovered that it belonged to Chad Smith. Deputies searched the area in hopes of finding a body, but came up empty handed. Without knowing how long Chad's body was out there, we're assuming that the gators got to him before we did. As of now we don't have any suspects and don't expect foul play to be at hand. According to our reports, Chad was last seen leaving a house party and was heavily under the influence of drugs and alcohol. Our best guess is that he passed out and maybe hit his head. If anyone has any information, we ask that you please contact the Sheriff's department. We'll update you with any new information we come across. As of now, we're ruling out homicide. Our thoughts and prayers go out to Chad's family and friends. A vigil will be held this Friday evening on the beach. Thank you."
Rafe and Sky peeled their eyes off the screen, immediately looking at each other with proud grins. Little did everyone know, the couple planted the hand, knowing that someone would soon come across it. There was no way that Chad's murder could be pinned on either of them, the pair too smart to leave behind any evidence.
Sky gave Rafe a faux pout, sticking out her bottom lip.
"Poor Chad. Who would do a thing like that? It's so, so sad." She hummed, running a finger down her cheek as a faux tear.
Rafe grinned as he let out a low chuckle, reaching over the table to take Sky's hand in his, absentmindedly drawing shapes on the back of her hand with his thumb.
"Mhm, real sad. Eat your food, Baby Girl. Gon' need your strength for tonight. Got something special planned."
Sky perked up, looking at her boyfriend with a bright smile, but only Rafe knew the darkness behind that innocent smile. Leaning across the table, she whispered.
"Please tell me that it's finally Sophia's turn. Can't stand seeing her check you out anymore, Daddy. You're mine."
Rafe chuckled, nodding his head as he brought their hands to his lips, peppering the back of hers with kisses.
"Mhm. Daddy's gon' let you play with that bitch tonight. Let her know who the fuck I belong to."
"Yay! Thank you, Daddy. I love you, Rafey."
"I love you too, Baby Girl. More than anything."
#rafe cameron#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#obx#rafe x reader#dark!rafe cameron#dark!rafe x reader#psychotic!rafe#dark!reader#not so innocent
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JUST FRIENDS ⋆
pairing: bestfriend!sarah x kook!reader
synopsis: sarah cameron is your best friend.
tw: alcohol use, pining trope, fluff, toxic relationship, kissing, feminine described character (no use of y/n)
any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!
your friendship with the champagne-colored locks, indigo scattered irises, sarah cameron, began in the first grade. your dad had done some business with ward, sarah's dad. both, your dad and ward, had got stuck with you and sarah, meeting at their house instead of the usual— country club.
you were less outspoken than sarah. making your way through the entrance of their house, into the foyer, you were met by her practically smothering you with a hug. before you could comprehend what was occurring, she grabbed your hand yanking you up the stairs of her house. pulling you into her room, without saying a word, she grabbed her newly released american girl, handing it to you.
and from that day on, you guys were inseparable. see, you didn't have any siblings, so it became lonely most of the time. but with how much you and sarah hung out, wheezie and rafe became family. god, how you loved each other. hanging out every day of the week. after spending all day together in your private school, sarah and you would spend all afternoons together— either pissing rafe off or hanging out at the beach with your boyfriends, which also included pissing off rafe.
rafe's friends, topper and kelce were like douchebag one, douchebag two, and douchebag three. 3 douchebags in a pod. sarah was dating topper thornton, and you were dating kelce. you knew from day one that kelce was a tool, and well, sarah was more native to that fact, also, being true about topper.
"you just don't get it! h-he's different around me!"
"is he really that different? he was pressuring you to have sex!"
the amount of distain that you felt towards thornton was unmeasurable. your jaw seemed to simultaneously lock and anger coursed through your veins when you saw his stupid face. no one was worthy of sarah, especially that dick face.
though, there was great reason for you not to like him, from the time that he insisted on driving a jet ski instead of sarah, even though he was too drunk to drive, and crashed. giving sarah a concussion. rather than taking care of her, he left a day after to vacation. leaving you to tend to her every need. though you would have done that either way.
or another time, again, he was too busy messing around with his friends and being drunk to notice that they had left sarah at a party. the same party that he practically begged, or guilt-tripped, her into going to. yet, again, you had to console her as you took her back to her house.
"i swear he doesn't even love me"
your legs began to ache at the lack of movement you had provided them with. standing, slightly swaying back and forth, you were becoming increasingly irritated.
the party, you and sarah were attending had started two hours previously, yet you stood in the same position for the past forty-five minutes. watching your ex-boyfriend— kelce attempt to win against sarah in a game of beer pong. he had been convinced that he could win if they played just another round. they had already played two, now on their third. they both had won one game each.
the whole game had caught the eye of many people that were previously partying, now surrounding the table. standing closer to sarah's side of the patio furniture, your eyes darted between their moves. sarah had 2 cups left, kelce had 1. a window had opened for kelce to tease sarah. and, again, him being the douchebag he is, he took it. though it didn't faze sarah in the slightest.
his offputting behavior was the whole reason that you had broken things off in the first place. sarah had come to the same abrupt realization not long after finally noticing her worth. both guys dumped within a week of each other. kelce was proving your entire point of breaking up with him, at that current second.
now, having one cup each, it was a matter of time before kelce was either being obnoxious out of excitement or acting like a total crybaby.
kelce missed.
alright, it's now sarah's turn, etching near her, you watched. actively hoping she won. looking intently towards her, she sent a giddy smile towards you before guiding the ping pong towards the last remaining alcohol-filled cup.
with the sight of her making the ping pong in, you began jumping up and down with her in unity. wrapping your arms around her, you both hugged.
the scoff that left kelce's mouth interrupted the hug, "i-it's not that serious. you won by chance sarah, let's play 'another game."
looking at each other, you and sarah simultaneously roll your eyes, leaving it to sarah to speak, "getting a little desperate aren't we kelce?"
getting a laugh from the crowd that had formed, not leaving a millisecond of a moment for kelce to spew some of his bullshit, sarah grabs ahold of your hand, pulling you towards a more secluded area of the host's house. an unoccupied hammock that overlooked a small portion of the beach.
laying across from each other in the cream-colored hammock, sarah let out a laugh before speaking a word, "i don't know why you even dated that asshole"
lift your head, you sent a glare towards her, "i know you're not talkin"
letting out a cough, sarah began to seek out a change of subject. pulling you by your hand, both of you, now, are straddling the hammock.
"alright! enough about stupid boys, lemme read your palm"
"what?!"
"you heard me!"
letting sarah lay your palm flat— her nimble finger slid tracing the lines of your palm.
"no no no, this is bad", sarah said shaking her head in disbelief.
it seemed that you began to overindulge for the sake of sarah, though you would always do that.
"s-sarah w-what is it?"
genuinely concerned by her own made-up delusions, sarah spoke, "when i read your palm lines, it says that you're gonna have what seems to be like six kids, with a lousy douchebag"
letting out an obnoxious scoff, you began to giggle, "i would die a painful death before i would let that happen"
"and i would kill that lousy husband of yours before he could marry you"
your face dangerously close to hers, "oh really, is that so?"
before sarah could come up with a witty response, her breath began to hitch when she began to feel your breath against her pale complexion cheeks— now pink in color.
connecting your line of sight from directly in her eyes, gradually moving to her rose, plump lips. sarah doing the same. once more, looking back into her eyes, you slowly moved your face, a mere inch away, now very close in proximity.
just like always, sarah had to be confident. slowly leaning forward, she captured your lips. naturally, you froze for a moment before you started to lead the kiss.
ding
the kiss only lasted a moment, only to be interrupted by a message from your mom. breaking the kiss, you looked down at your phone.
"ah shit i didn't realize what time it is"
although sarah was sad you had to leave, she knew your mom worried a lot. jumping up off the hammock, you began to walk away with haste.
"j-just let me know when you get home"
#sarah cameron obx#rafe cameron#outer banks#obx#topper thornton#topper obx#kelce obx#sarah cameron x reader#sarah cameron smut#sarah cameron x female reader#sarah cameron icons#⋆ sarah cameron fic ⋆#bestfriend!sarah
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BEST FRIENDS?
PAIRING: John B Routledge x Female!Reader
WARNINGS: Small bit of angst, unrequited love, dramatics.
SUMMARY: It hurts you to see John B and Sarah together, and it hurts the Pogues who know about your love for the blonde to see you in pain.
“Somebody help!” You heard, your heart immediately racing at the familiar female voice.
You and the rest of the Pogues rushed to the sound, only to see John B on the ground. He had either fallen or been pushed.
“John B!” You said, about to rush to his aid when Sarah Cameron cradled him close.
You couldn’t deny the jealousy that coursed through your veins, and JJ saw this, pushing you back.
You knew now was not the time for this.
John B had been your best friend since you two were in diapers. Your dads knew each other and we’re best friends, so it was only fair that you two were.
JJ entered and you three became a trio in the third grade. All was well until you made it to middle school.
That’s when you began to realize your feelings for John B were not just platonic.
As the years went on, the more you craved and yearned to be with him. He was perfect for you.
The other Pogues assumed you guys were macking, until Sarah came into the picture.
Earlier that night, John B had brought it up and you and Kie were both shocked. You were more hurt, and JJ knew. Of course he did.
He could always read you like a book. That made you hate him and love him at the same time.
He knew that John B was hurting you. It was only a matter of time before your pot overflowed.
When John B met the Pogues at The Wreck the next day, he was surprised when he didn’t see you.
Regardless, he told the others about his current situation, how he was staying with the Cameron’s and that they finally had a map of Tannyhill.
When you didn’t arrive after an hour, John B became worried. Where had you gone?
“Where’s Y/n?” He asked and JJ sighed, looking towards his friend with a cast.
“She wasn’t feeling too good, she was going to stay home but work called her in.” JJ said with a shrug. In reality, you didn’t want to see John B, you couldn’t face him after the night before.
“I’m gonna go find her” John B said “To make sure she’s okay” He added and JJ tried to stop his friend but John B was intent on finding you.
You worked at the Country Club in Figure 8 part-time as a waitress. Even though you had to deal with Kooks, it paid well, and you gained a lot of tips.
While on your break, a frantic Topper approached you. Knowing what he did to John B, you tried to retreat back inside, but Topper stopped you.
“I didn’t push him” Topper explained and you looked shocked “You have to believe me. I don’t like him, but I’d never-“ He continued but a hand on his shoulder interrupted him.
“Get the fuck away from her, Thornton” John B said, pulling the Kook away from you. Topper pulled his hands upwards in surrender and he backed away.
“I didn’t do it!” He called and you shook your head before turning around to walk back inside, not even acknowledging John B.
“Hey! Hey, where are you going?” He asked and too stopped, turning to face him. God, you wanted to hug him so bad.
As if he could read your mind, he held his arms out to you. You fell into him, soft cries leaving your throat.
“Y/n…why are you crying?” He asked and pulled back enough so that he could see your face. He gently cupped your cheek with his non-broken hand, wiping your tears away.
“You could have fucking died!” You said and he laughed a bit, causing you to hit him on the chest, laughing a bit too.
“I wouldn’t ever leave you.” He said and you swore your heart stopped in your chest.
“Don’t do that, John B.” You said and he looked confused. He was confused. What did you mean?
“Don’t do what?” He questioned and you looked hurt. You were.
“Nothing, I need to get back to work” You said and he nodded his head, a sigh leaving his lips at your mood change.
A few weeks had passed and you distanced yourself from the Pogues. You worked more so that you wouldn’t have to be around John B and Sarah.
It hurt your heart too much. The other Pogues knew, but John B didn’t.
“Why doesn’t Y/n come around anymore?” John B asked and JJ and Kie both looked at each other before him.
“It hurts her too much” JJ said and John B’s head shot up.
“What?” He started, running a hand through his hair “How can hanging out with your best friends hurt?” He asked and Kie huffed.
“She’s in love with you, idiot” She said and John B immediately felt like shit. “She can’t be around you and Sarah and not want to break down…” She added.
“Me and Sarah aren’t even together anymore” John B said and Kie sighed.
“How would she know that?”
“You fumbled” JJ said and got an elbow from Kie “I heard she’s seeing Rafe Cameron now” He added and John B was shocked.
His Y/n wasn’t seeing anyone. Was she?
John B was going to find out.
John B found you at work, Rafe Cameron was perched by the monitor you were cashing people out at.
You laughed at something he said and John B swore he felt his heart clench in his chest. He couldn’t let you be with Rafe.
Fuck, maybe he was in love with you too.
He walked into the club and right up to you, the sight of him making your heart race.
“John B?” You said and Rafe turned to look at the Pogue, glaring.
“What are you doing here?” He asked and John B scoffed, stepping in between the two of you.
“Back off, Cameron” He said “She’s mine” John B said and your heart stopped.
Wasn’t he with Sarah?
Rafe didn’t want to fight John B in the Club so he backed off retreating to his seat.
You had just gotten done with your shift so you moved to put your stuff away and John B waited.
“Can I walk you home?” He asked and you shrugged, nodding.
The wind hit you as soon as you both stepped out of the club. You looked to John B and he looked at you too, stopping at the entrance of the club.
“John B” You said and he smiled.
“Kiss me” He said and you nodded, pulling him close in the collar of his shirt. You both kissed each other with desperation, his hands trailing along your exposed waist.
You smiled when you pulled away, John B doing the same.
“I love you too” He said with a laugh, grabbing your hand to walk you home.
TO BE CONTINUED?
#outer banks#x y/n#obx netflix#outer banks x you#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x y/n#john b x reader#john booker routledge#rafe cameron
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Pop the Question
John B. Routledge x Fem!Reader; Topper Thornton x Ex!Reader
Also featured: Kiesarah and Cleopope
Warning(s): Swearing, underage drinking, jealous Topper
Request: Hey, can I please have a request John B x Reader, where your on the docks with the pogues, just sitting by the water. You and John B are flirting, while Kiara, Pope and JJ are teasing you guys. Then Your ex Topper comes along being an asshole because he’s jealous.. on his boat. He asked you why your with John B and not with him.. because he hasn’t accepted the fact that you don’t like him anymore. Then John B blurts out your something more than just dating.. you said your husband and wife. Toppers reaction is too good not to laugh at! Thank you so much, love your writing because it’s amazing 🥰
Notes: This is waaaaay overdue. I'm so sorry. I had the hardest time writing it for some reason.
Anyway, I went back and forth between wanting this to take place before the seasons began or after and ended up going with after because it made more sense in my head.
It had been exactly one year since the pogues returned to the Outer Banks after getting the gold.
Alongside being hired by various high-status people to be essentially treasure hunters, they were getting used to living the good life.
John B. had a house built on the ruins of the old chateau, which JJ, Sarah, and you immediately moved into. Pope took his share into a college fund and Kiara donated to conservation efforts, with plenty leftover because come on it was actual gold.
Historic actual gold.
Of course, Rafe Cameron was still a pain in the ass and Topper was more of dick every time they saw him.
But none of that mattered today.
Because today they were boating and drinking some cold ones in celebration of a year on.
A year since John B. and Sarah said goodbye to their fathers.
For the second time. For the last time.
John B. was laying on the dock, feet dangling above the water, waiting for Pope and JJ to get back from filling up the HMS with gas. Kiara and Sarah were cuddled up behind him, Kie whispering sweet nothings into Sarah’s ear.
It was a bittersweet day. Such that if the weather were to match his emotions, it would be raining.
But the sky was blue, the water was clear, it was a perfect day.
The sound of footsteps coming down the dock drew John B. from his thoughts and he sat up to see you coming towards him.
You were holding a cooler, swinging it alongside you as you walked, flip-flops smacking all the while.
The sight brought him back to the beach, where you were walking towards him all dressed in white, barefoot on the sand.
A bright smile came across your lips when you met his eyes and he couldn’t help but smile back.
And suddenly his gray skies became sunny.
It had been a long road for the two of you, but your relationship was finally on a steady path.
After all the drama with his dad, the gold, his brief fling with Sarah, and all that time stuck on a deserted island, sometimes he couldn't believe he still had you.
“Hey, beautiful,” John B. greeted, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your temple.
“Hey,” you replied, a small blush dusting your cheeks. “Hey guys.”
“Hey,” the girls replied, Sarah still lying in Kiara’s lap.
"Here, let me get that for you," John B. said, taking the cooler from your grip.
"Thanks, handsome."
"No problem, babe."
"Uh-oh, are JB and Y/N smothering us with their flirting again?" JJ said as Pope drove the HMS up to the dock.
"No, thankfully, you interrupted before they could get started," Kiara said, standing up with Sarah.
"Come on, you act like you weren't just showering Sarah with compliments," John B. retorted.
"At least I have the decency to keep it between us."
"You're all just jealous of how perfect our relationship is."
"Whatever you have to tell yourself," Kiara said, allowing JJ to help her step into the boat before doing the same with Sarah.
"You two really are insufferable sometimes," Pope piped up.
"Oh, you really wanna start this, Pope? Cause I can bring up exactly what I saw you and Cleo doing yesterday," John B. replied.
Pope blushed and JJ wolf-whistled.
"Okay, let's not bring Pope's exploits into this," You said, patting him on the shoulder. "We've got a celebration to be having."
"Now there's some sense," JJ said, grabbing for the cooler in John B.'s hand. "Let's get this party started."
But, as usual, something had to spoil the fun before it even began.
The noise of Topper's boat engine caught everyone's attention as he stalked over, the usual pissed-off look resting on his face as he glowered at you all.
You could feel John B. tense next to you and you grabbed his hand.
No, you wouldn’t let this lead to a fight. Not again, not today.
“Hi, Topper,” You said, painting on a smile.
“I see you big fish pogues still like to hang out around the bottom of the pond,” he said. “Good to see nothing’s changed.”
“Topper, go home,” Sarah spoke up, completely over his holier-than-thou attitude.
“Sorry, Sarah, but I’m actually not here for you. I want to talk to Y/N.”
You frowned.
“You ready to tell me why you’re with Routledge here and not me? Because if it’s the money you’re after, I’ll say I have plenty of it.”
You rolled your eyes. “You ready to accept that I’m over you and that your money is actually your parents’?”
You and Topper dated for a while after John B. and Sarah went missing. At the time, you both needed a shoulder to cry on and, unfortunately, found each other.
JJ, Pope, and Kiara still haven’t forgiven you for abandoning them for Topper during that time. But it didn’t stop them from telling you when your friends turned up alive, and you'd all moved passed it by now.
Except, it seemed, for Topper. “You didn’t answer me.”
“I shouldn’t have to," You snapped. "Topper, you and I have been over for so long. Please let this go.”
“No, Y/N, I won’t let this go because you-”
“Topper, man, seriously, we’re just trying to have a nice day. Can we not do this?” John B. asked, trying with every bone in his body to stay calm.
"I wasn't talking to you, Routledge, butt out."
"Anything that involves Y/N involves me too."
"Oh yeah? You're that kind of boyfriend? Surprised she lets you control her that much."
"Fuck off, Topper, he doesn't control me!" You shouted.
"You know, just because you're his girlfriend doesn't mean you have to follow his orders."
You were fuming. Your mouth opened to say something else, but John B. beat you to it.
“She’s not actually my girlfriend,” he said, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
Topper seemed caught off guard by this response. “Wh-what? She’s not?”
You smiled, reaching into your bag.
“No, didn’t you hear?”
The group around you began to snicker and grin.
Topper’s face flushed, embarrassed and no doubt feeling like he was missing something.
“Yeah, I’m not his girlfriend,” you said before holding up your left hand where a glittering ring now sat on your finger. “I’m his wife.”
You wished you'd have been thinking enough to get a picture of his reaction.
He looked like a fish the way his mouth opened and closed with nothing coming out of it.
John B. put an arm around your shoulders, his own wedding ring now on and sparkling in the sun. "Husband and wife, that's us. Had a nice little wedding on the beach and everything."
If looks could kill, your husband would be dead where he stood.
"Whatever. I'm done with all of you pogues. Have a nice life."
Topper put his boat in gear and started driving away while the rest of you waved sarcastically.
"Au Revoir!"
"Hasta Lavista!"
"Bon Voy-agee!"
"Hey!" Cleo came running down the dock. "Sorry 'm late! Got caught up at da market...did I miss somethin'?"
The group of you laughed.
"Nah," you said. "Nothing important."
"If you say so," Cleo replied with a shrug, taking Pope's hand as she jumped into the boat.
You nuzzled further into John B., playing with his wedding band. "That felt good."
"Good? That was fantastic? Did you see his face?" JJ said. "I want it framed."
The others animatedly dove into the story of what just happened to catch Cleo up while John B. settled for pressing light kisses to your neck.
"Feeling a little possessive there, Mr. Routledge?" You asked with a grin.
He hummed. "What do I need to be possessive for, Mrs. Routledge? I don't think I need to worry about him anymore."
#outer banks imagine#outer banks x reader#john b routledge x reader#john b routledge imagine#topper thornton x ex!reader
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kait's sweets and treats: masterlist
thank you so much for helping me celebrate this milestone, i am truly so grateful for all of you!!! <3
here you can find one shots and headcanons from my 1k celebration!
for anything else from the celebration, feel free to click on #kait celebrates 1k at the bottom of this post :)
one shots
clasping your s/o's necklace (steve harrington)
calmly reassuring the other it's okay when they drop a glass + checking hands for injuries (rooster bradshaw)
the baby being visibly excited when one of the parents is entering the room (dad!hangman seresin)
"jesus you're hot." "what?" (eddie munson)
"you're cold." "am not." (rooster bradshaw)
"relax, i've got you." + "just breathe. like that, that's it." (dad!steve harrington)
lying on the couch on top of each other, one combing their fingers through the other's hair as they watch a movie (hangman seresin)
"jesus you're hot." "what?" (rooster bradshaw)
"that's not what i meant and you know it." (rooster bradshaw)
lying on the couch on top of each other, one combing their fingers through the other's hair as they watch a movie (steve harrington)
"you told me not to worry about them." (rooster bradshaw)
the stoic one - somehow managing to evoke a laughing fit in the baby (dad!topper thornton)
"don't do that. don't push me away." "i can't help it." (steve harrington)
“just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, by the way. not in that way, at least. unless you want it to mean something. i don’t mind. that’s cool.” (steve harrington)
listening to music together while they both take the day to clean around the house (maybe even getting a little distracted to dance instead) (steve harrington)
"i love you." "you do?" (jj maybank)
sudden spells of dizziness disturbing their day (steve harrington)
headcanons
steve harrington -> one , two
eddie munson -> one
will byers -> one
mcu!peter parker -> one
hangman seresin -> one
rooster bradshaw -> one
dean winchester -> one
max mayfield -> one
rafe cameron -> one
#kait celebrates 1k!#steve harrington x reader#rooster bradshaw x reader#hangman seresin x reader#eddie munson x reader#jj maybank x reader#topper thornton x reader#dad!steve harrington x reader#dad!hangman seresin x reader#steve harrington#eddie munson#will byers#dean winchester#hangman seresin#rooster bradshaw#peter parker
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Lavender Sunflower - Inseparable pt.2
a/n: a couple of people asked for a part 2 to Inseparable … sooo yk I had to deliver!! This is short but anyway.. I wanted a happy ending this time
Warnings: none I think!! Just a little bit of fluff
“Rafe.. he’ll be okay.”
You placed a reassuring hand to his thigh as he drove away from Topper’s house.
He nodded, keeping one hand on the steering wheel as his other arm rested against the car door, refusing to make eye contact with you, knowing he’d break down if he did.
Rafe had a soft spot for two things — that was it. You being one and the other being his babies. He hated seeing Nathan like that, and he felt bad for leaving his best friend and girlfriend to deal with it. You and Rafe both knew they didn’t mind it but Rafe didn’t care. He still felt like shit leaving his son.
“Yeah,” he replied softly.
Although he knew he was a better father than his dad ever was to him, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering — Wondering if maybe he was a shitty dad for not talking to his son longer than he did, for not attempting to soothe Nathan’s mind a little bit more before leaving. Or maybe even just holding him in his arms for a few more minutes just so Nathan knew Rafe truly didn’t want to leave him, just as much as he didn’t want Rafe to leave.
You reframed from replying, you just patted his thigh and gave it a tiny reassuring squeeze to silently let him know he can talk to you when he’s ready.
The doctors appointment went by smoothly, not many questions were asked considering it was your third pregnancy — you felt like a pro at this point.
And on the way to Topper’s house — to pick up the boys, you thought about Nathan and how he probably got over his tantrum fairly quickly after you both left. You could tell Rafe wasn’t thinking the same though.
“We should take the boys to do something later, the park, maybe?” You suggested, hoping Rafe would finally talk in full sentences now that he’s had time to ease his mind a little.
He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts by your suggestion. “Uh, yeah.” He replied. “We should probably get Nathan some ice cream too for the inconvenience.” He joked.
You laughed at that and nodded, but didn’t say anything, you were just happy that he seemed to have stopped beating himself up so much.
He briefly looked away from the road and onto you, taking in your beautiful, pregnant figure — he gave you a slight grin before speaking again. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He placed his hand on your inner thigh, now looking back at the road.
“You’re so random,” You laughed at his spontaneous words. “..But thank you, baby.” Your arm was now extended as you slowly slid your hand up his arm, eventually reaching around to the back of his neck.
Rafe soon pulled into Topper’s driveway and began to walk around the car to let you out of the passenger seat. You couldn’t lie, you felt a bit rushed, but you knew he was just happy to get inside — curious to see if his son had forgotten all about his meltdown.
Neither of you cared to knock this time, knowing Topper nor Alex cared.
As soon as you made your way inside, there sat Nathan, on the floor, playing with Kai — whilst Alex and Topper sat on the couch, watching them play. Nathan immediately turned his attention over to the front door. His face lit up when he saw you and Rafe — jumping instantly to his feet to run over to you both.
Rafe extended his arms out to his son and bent down, with a big toothy smile. “Hi, buddy. Missed you so much while we were gone.”
Alex and Topper watched from the couch with smiles on their faces. Nathan’s arms wrapped around Rafe’s neck as Rafe’s arms wrapped around Nathan’s waist, lifting him up. “I missed you, daddy.” He rested his head on Rafe’s shoulder.
“Hey! what about me?” You frowned, jokingly, placing your hands on your hips.
He lifted his head up and gave a big grin. “Missed you too, mommy.” He then extended his arms out towards you, taking you a little by surprise, but you instantly pulled him into a hug once Rafe let go of him and made his way over to his other son.
Kai was in his own little world, not caring much about what was going on around him, as per usual.
“We gave Nathan a little talk, yeah?” Topper said with a grin across his face as he stood from the couch and made his way over to you.
Nathan nodded quickly against the crook of your neck. “Uh-huh.” He replied.
Alex finally stood up a few seconds after and began walking towards you and Topper. “Well.. what did we talk about, Nate?”
Rafe was now in Kai’s world, sitting on the living room floor, playing with him — not listening to the conversation going on by the front door.
He removed his head from your neck to look at you before speaking. “That I should be nicer…because…you go through a lot with…” he was struggling to remember the entire conversation so he attempted to stick with the main point. “…The baby…and that I shouldn’t give daddy a hard time when he leaves,”
You looked over to Topper and Alex, silently thanking them for what they had done.
You rubbed Nathan’s back with a small smile, trying to hold back tears. “I love you, buddy.”
If you had said any more to him, the waterworks would have came flooding due to your hormones, so you stuck with those four words.
Rafe finally acknowledged the conversation, picking up Kai and making his way over to everyone. “What’s up?”
“You just missed the cutest thing ever, that’s what’s up.” You reframed from telling him everything, wanting to wait until you got back in the car so you could both talk to Nathan some more about it.
When you and Rafe were on your way out you thanked Alex and Topper once more. They truly had no idea how thankful you were they talked to Nathan. Truthfully if they hadn’t, no one would’ve. Rafe would never admit it, but his biggest fear was becoming his father so leaving the disciplining to you was something he did quite a bit. You loved Rafe for not being anything like his dad, but it came with a downside too. You couldn’t fully blame him for the way he was, but you already planned on having a talk about it when you both got home.
#obx#outerbanks#rafe cameron#rafe x reader#rafecameron#topper thornton#drew starkey#rafe cameron x reader#rafe is so boyfriend#rafe imagine#rafe cameron dad#dad!rafe#dad!rafe cameron
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1K celebration blurbs & moodboards
;; blurbs
— boat sex w/ jj
— forced blowjob w/ nate jacobs
— jj takes care of you while on your period
— giving rafe road head
— first time you and jj go raw
— jj makes you feel better after a long day at work
— rafe takes care of his passenger princess
;; moodboards
— beach day w/ jj
— rafe cameron’s passenger princess
— rafe cameron x mixed gf
— secret relationship with rafe (thornton!reader)
— honeymoon w/ jj
— rafe + his two princesses
— daddy!john b
— toxic relationship w/ rafe
— rafe cameron x latina gf
— rafe cameron x asain gf
— late night drives with topper
— husband!first time dad!jj
— book shopping w/ rafe
#masterpost#kay’s 1k celebration#rafe cameron#jj maybank#topper thornton#steve harrington#nate jacobs
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paradise on earth — obx!jeremy gilbert x reader
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content warnings and genre: swearing, public sex, blowjobs, degradation, dirty talk — smut, drama
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synopsis: he was a pogue, you were a kook—it was only normal for the two of you to hate one another. unfortunately, opposites had a funny way of attracting.
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as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow across the outer banks, you found yourself perched on the balcony of your family's lavish beachfront mansion. the sea breeze tousled your hair gently as you lit a cigarette, the soft ember flickering to life, casting an ephemeral dance of shadows on your face. your older brother emerged from the dimly lit interior of the house, his chiseled features partially obscured by the fading light. he shot you a stern look, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as he approached.
“knock it off, sis,” he said with a mix of concern and authority. rafe had always been protective of you, especially after your parents' passing. you were his baby sister, and he loved you more than anything in the world.
you took a long drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke swirl around you before reluctantly extinguishing it in the ashtray. “you worry too much, rafe,” you replied, a hint of defiance in your voice. the kook lifestyle had always felt stifling, and smoking had become a small act of rebellion.
he sighed, running a hand through his sandy blond hair. “i just don't want to see you go down the same path as dad,” he said, his voice softer now, filled with a painful reminder of the past. your father had been consumed by his vices, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.
the two of you stood there in silence for a moment, the waves crashing in the background, a stark contrast to the world of privilege and pretense that your family embodied. despite the kook-pogue rivalry that had plagued the outer banks for generations, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for something more genuine, more real. little did you know that this summer would bring unexpected changes into your life, changes that would challenge the boundaries of loyalty and love in a world divided by class and circumstance.
the summer air was heavy with anticipation as figure eight island buzzed with rumors of an extravagant party to be hosted by topper thornton, one of the most prominent kooks in town. the picturesque beach, known for its serene beauty, was about to be transformed into a pulsating oasis of laughter, music, and hidden desires.
you had heard whispers of the upcoming event for days, fueled by gossip shared among the kooks, including your own family. the mention of topper's party had reached even the secluded pogue community, piquing your curiosity and stirring a longing for an adventure beyond the confines of your life.
as the evening sun cast a mesmerizing array of colors across the horizon, you decided to seize the opportunity to escape your meticulously curated world for a taste of something more genuine. dressed in a flowy, beachy dress that was more pogue than kook, you ventured towards the island's edge where the party was in full swing.
topper's mansion loomed like a beacon of extravagance, its facade adorned with strings of twinkling lights that danced in the breeze. the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses wafted through the air, beckoning you closer.
you approached the party with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. the energy was palpable as kooks and a few adventurous pogues mingled on the beach. it was a night when societal divides seemed to blur, at least temporarily.
amidst the lively crowd, your eyes met those of jeremy gilbert, a ruggedly handsome ppgue whose presence was magnetic. he had an air of mystery about him, and his pogue attire and confident demeanor set him apart from the other attendees.
as you navigated through the gathering, you found yourself drawn to jeremy's side. the two of you struck up a conversation, discussing the peculiar blend of worlds at the party. jeremy's captivating smile and genuine curiosity about your life as a kook began to erode the barriers between you.
the conversation with jeremy flowed easily, like a secret dance amidst the chaos of the party. you found yourselves talking about dreams and desires, aspirations and fears, all while the waves crashed in the background, as if the ocean itself were bearing witness to your connection.
in a hushed voice, jeremy leaned in and confessed, “i have to admit, i was reluctant to talk to you earlier. i've seen the way rafe gets around his little sister, and i didn't want any trouble.”
you understood his apprehension. rafe's protective nature was well-known, and his temper was legendary among both pogues and kooks. “don't worry,” you whispered back with a reassuring smile. “rafe may be overprotective, but i can handle him. besides, i wanted to talk to you.”
before jeremy could respond, the night took an unexpected turn. rafe stormed over, anger flashing in his eyes. “what do you think you're doing, talking to this pogue?” he barked, his voice carrying over the party. you exchanged a tense look with keremy, your heart racing. “rafe, i can choose my own friends,” you retorted, your upbringing flaring up in defiance.
jeremy, ever the calm presence, stepped in. “we were just having a conversation, man,” he said, trying to defuse the situation.
rafe's jaw clenched, but then, surprisingly, he softened slightly, his eyes narrowing in disgust, knowong he had to keep you protected as long as he could. "you better make the most of it," he could've sworn he saw red. “this is the last time you ever go near her.” he warned before stalking off into the party, leaving you and jeremy alone once more.
as the night wore on, you couldn't shake the feeling that your meeting with jeremy was fated, just like john b and sarah's encounter. the pogue-kook divide may have tried to keep you apart, but you both knew that destiny had other plans. you exchanged a promise in those lingering gazes - you would see each other again, no matter the obstacles in your path.
while the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the waters of the cut, the pogues had gathered for one of their regular hangouts. the sound of laughter and waves crashing on the shore filled the air as they lounged on the sand, sharing stories and dreams.
jeremy, still new to the group but eager to fit in, had captivated their attention with tales of the mysterious look girl he had met at topper's party. he leaned back, his eyes sparkling with excitement, as he regaled them with the story of your encounter.
“i'm telling you guys, she's different,” jeremy insisted, a boyish grin on his face. “she's not like the other kooks. she's got this fire in her, this spirit that's impossible to ignore.”
kie, the feisty and loyal member, was quick to support jeremy's sentiments. “i've met her once or twice,” she chimed in. “she's not half bad. kinda down-to-earth for a kook, if you ask me.”
some other friends, like pope, the brains of the group, were more contemplative. “but can we really trust someone from the other side of the tracks?” he mused aloud. “rafe and his family have caused us enough trouble.”
jj, who was more wild and unpredictable than the rest of the pogues, took a more direct approach. “who cares about trust? if jere likes her, that's enough for me,” he declared with a mischievous grin.
amidst the mix of opinions, one thing was unanimous: they all agreed that you were indeed a knockout, a stunning presence who had caught jeremy's eye. and when it came to rafe cameron, the general sentiment was even more emphatic—he was, without a doubt, a dick. the conversation continued late into the night, illuminated by a bonfire that cast flickering shadows on the faces of the pogues. in that moment, beneath the starlit sky and amidst the camaraderie of friends, the pogues couldn't help but wonder if the divisions between pogues and kooks could ever truly keep two people apart, especially when the spark of attraction and the promise of adventure beckoned irresistibly.
weeks had passed since the night at the cut, and while jeremy had thought about you often, the divide between the pogues and the kooks seemed insurmountable. but fate had a way of weaving intricate stories on the outer banks.
one sunny day, the pogues were on one of their secret treasure hunts, chasing the elusive royal merchant gold that had become an obsession for them. unbeknownst to jeremy, you had become increasingly curious about the adventures of the pogues, especially since your encounter with him.
as the pogues made their way through the marshes, john b, their charismatic leader, devised a plan to retrieve an important clue. it just so happened that the clue was located in a building near the cameron mansion. to your surprise, you stumbled upon this plan while eavesdropping on your brother rafe's conversation. the intrigue was too much for you to resist. with a sense of daring, you decided to tip off jeremy, the only pogue you knew, about your brother's plot. you left a discreet message at the chateau, their hangout, knowing that jeremy and the others would eventually find it.
when jeremy discovered the message, it sent shockwaves through the group. “it's from the kook girl, telling us about rafe's plan,” he explained to the pogues gathered around. “she's helping us.” the news was met with mixed reactions. kie and jj, remembering the positive impression you had left on them at the party, were more open to the idea. pope remained cautious, reminding everyone about the potential risks. john b, ever the optimist, saw it as an opportunity they couldn't pass up.
as the sun began its descent, jeremy, john b, kie, jj, and pope embarked on their mission to thwart eafe's plot. they moved stealthily through the island, shadows against the backdrop of the darkening skies, driven by the desire to outsmart the kooks and find the royal merchant gold.
amidst the tension and excitement of their adventure, they couldn't help but think of you, the kook girl who had reached out to them, and the unlikely alliance that had formed. they knew that this dangerous pursuit would bring them closer to the secrets of the outer banks and, just maybe, to you once more.
hours passed, and the pogues, guided by your information, eventually reached the hidden location of the clue. rafe and his kook cronies were closing in, but the pogues had the upper hand.
with a mix of adrenaline and determination, the pogues outwitted rafe and his crew, securing the crucial clue and narrowly escaping capture. as they regrouped in a safe spot, jeremy couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turn of events. “we wouldn't have pulled this off without her,” he admitted, his eyes filled with gratitude and curiosity about the kook girl who had helped them.
little did jeremy know that your paths were destined to cross once more, and that the bond between pogue and kook, fueled by adventure and secrets, was about to become stronger than ever. the outer banks held more mysteries than they could have ever imagined, and your connection with jeremy would be at the heart of their unraveling.
the revelation of your involvement with the pogues didn't go unnoticed by rafe. qs soon as he discovered your betrayal, his rage knew no bounds. he confronted you in your room, his anger palpable.
“you're a disgrace, helping those assholes,” he yelled, his voice echoing off the plush walls of the cameron mansion. “you've crossed a line, sis.”
his words stung, but you knew you had done what you felt was right. “rafe, they needed help, and it was the right thing to do,” you replied, your voice steady even in the face of his fury. rafe's face twisted with anger, and he pointed toward the door. “get out,” he spat. “if you want to side with them and the little gilbert, then go live with them.”
swallowing your pride, you packed a small bag and left the opulent mansion behind. the night air was cool as you walked along the moonlit beach, the waves whispering secrets as they lapped at the shore. as you walked further, you saw a solitary figure in the distance. it was jeremy. he was standing there, his silhouette framed by the ethereal glow of the moon on the water. you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as you approached him.
“outer banks, paradise on earth, isn't it?” jeremy said softly as he turned to look at you, a faint smile on his lips. you sighed, leaning against a piece of driftwood that had washed ashore. “if only it were,” you replied, the weight of your recent actions heavy on your shoulders.
jeremy closed the distance between you, his gaze intense and unwavering. “hey, you did what you thought was right,” he said, his voice gentle as he reached out to gently touch your cheek. “i admire that about you. thank you for everything.”
you met his gaze, feeling the warmth of his touch spread through you. "i just wish it didn't cost me my family," you confessed, your voice trembling. jeremy's thumb brushed away a stray tear that had escaped your eye. “you're not alone,” he said softly, drawing you into his arms. “you have us, the pogues. you have me.”
in that moment, as the moonlight danced on the waves and the sea breeze carried the scent of salt and adventure, you realized that the outer banks held more than just secrets. it held the promise of a love that transcended the boundaries of class and circumstance. you leaned in, your lips meeting jeremy's in a tender and passionate kiss, sealing a connection that had been forged through courage and sacrifice. the waves continued their rhythmic song, bearing witness to the beginning of a love story that defied the odds, just like the paradise itself.
when your lips met jeremy's, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in the moonlit embrace of the beach. the kiss deepened, a powerful surge of longing and desire passing between you both. jeremy's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, as if he couldn't get enough of the taste and feel of your lips against his. the soft, warm sand beneath your feet added to the sensation of being grounded, yet weightless, as if you were floating on a sea of emotions.
the kiss spoke of unspoken promises, of shared secrets and a future filled with uncertainty and adventure. it was a moment where the lines between two rival groups blurred, where all that mattered was the intense connection between you and jeremy.
as you finally broke the kiss, breathless and heart pounding, he rested his forehead against yours, his warm breath mingling with yours in the cool night air. “i don't care about the labels or the rivalry,” he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. “i just care about you.”
a surge of emotion welled up inside you as you looked into jeremy's eyes, mirroring the same sentiments. in this secluded corner of paradise, the barriers that separated your worlds seemed insignificant. the connection you shared was real, and it was powerful.
you pressed your lips to his again, a promise sealed in the night, a declaration that your love would conquer the challenges that lay ahead. as the waves continued their eternal dance, you and jeremy continued yours, lost in each other, wrapped in the magic of the paradise on earth. the air carried the sweet scent of saltwater and tropical flowers, mingling harmoniously with the warm glow of the setting sun as it dipped towards the horizon. the sun cast long shadows over the beach, accentuating the rugged contours of his toned physique. his well-defined muscles rippled beneath the fabric of his sun-bleached shirt as he strolled effortlessly across the sand, his pace mirroring the undulating tides.
the waves lapped against the shore as the two of you explored each other. every touch, every kiss, every moan was filled with passion and desire as you both lost yourselves in the pleasure of the moment. as the sun set, the two of you lay in each other's arms, content and sated. as the sky turned a deep shade of violet, jeremy leaned in, his lips pressed against yours in a passionate kiss. his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and crevice as the kiss deepened. you could feel the sand beneath you as his touch ignited a fire inside of you.
“i've been dreaming of this since the night of the party,” you admitted, tone hushed and soft. jeremy smile at you as he brushed away your loose strands of hair away from your cheeks. “i want you, jer.” he stared into your eyes with his own brown, piercing ones as a soft smile graced his lips, gaze as gentle as ever. “i want you too, (y/n).”
his tongue licked the sweet spot below your ear before his lips began leaving sloppy and slow kisses down your neck. his hands ran down your back to grab your ass, groping it as your body became sensitive under his touch. his look grew dark, lust dancing in his eyes while you helped remove his shorts. the sight of his noticeably hardening dick, covered only by his boxers, caused desire to pool at the pit of your stomach, a slick of heat already dampening your underwear. you didn't waste a second before beginning to rub his cock through his bpxers, causing a low groan to erupt from his throat while his hands spun in front of him to support himself.
“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he groaned, very obviously holding himself back. you only smiled up at him, a look of fake innocence on your features, which made his insatiable desire to ruin you right here and right now grow even more.
without breaking your locked gazes, you finally freed him of his boxers, a moan of relief slipping past his lips immediately, and it only made you more eager. your lips moved against his wet tip, kissing it once before you began to deliver kitten licks, slowly and teasingly, before dragging your tongue up along the thick vein of his cock. it was your first time seeing all of him, and you couldn't have been happier about it. he grabbed your hair in one hand to force you to look at him, “stop with the teasing,” he instructed, trying to regain control.
the grip his strong hand had behind your head made you tremble, the arousal being unbearable, and you let him guide your mouth closer to his cock until you took the tip of his cock in your mouth. while he groaned, you began lowering your head, taking him deeper, before lifting your neck and beginning to frantically bob your head up and down. you spat down his member, before letting your hand grip the base of it, still sucking as you fisted him with your palm. the moment he had taken complete control by moving your head for you, you knew you couldn't resist much longer, your own free hand reaching your clothed tits, fondling your breast while your pussy only grew wetter. when you pushed away to breathe and look up at him through glossy eyes, his self control completely faltered.
“shit—“ he grunted, “c’mere.” he helped you stand on your feet before desperately crashing his lips on yours, catching your lips in a lust-filled kiss while his hands roamed around your body. he lifted your sundress, grabbing your naked thigh as he pressed your back against the sand beneath you. you all but let out a moan of surprise in his mouth when he ripped your panties off, causing him to smirk. “jer,” you try to whine, but his lips were too eager to let yours go. “i’ll get you some new ones.” he assured, and you couldn't help but smile when he kissed you again.
“gonna be a good kook and scream for me?” he whispered, with his lips so close to yours that you could feel his breath fanning your mouth. you nodded at his words, but it wasn't enough for him—he wrapped his fingers around your neck, the pressure not enough to choke you, but just the way he knew made you crazy. “answer when i speak to you, baby.”
“and what if i don't?” you challenged him.
much to your dismay, he accepted the challenge and in one quick motion, he thrusted into your dripping hole, bottoming out all at once. you let out a cry at the feeling and he claimed your mouth swiftly, swallowing your sounds, which never stopped—for he had already set a rough pace. as jeremy places his forehead against yours, creating a distance between your mouths, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, while your newly-found lover only smirked at your reaction. he decided to answer your question by grazing his lips against your ear, “what i plan on doing,” he gives you a particular aggressive, deep thrust that makes you whimper, “is making you scream so hard, your asshole of a brother's gonna hear you from your mansion.”
your body trembled at his words, the thought of it being all too overwhelming, already too close to your climax, and you begin begging for him for his permission. his grunts of pleasure, followed by strings of curses and obscene praises about how much he loved this, were pushing you to the edge and you knew you weren't in any position to stop it.
“please, jer,” were the only words that came out of your mouth, and although he wanted stop you from making those erotic sounds due to drawing attention, he knew he wanted rafe or any kook to walk onto the public beach and soak the sight in.
as he let his head fall into the crook of your neck, his thrusts became increasingly sloppy before you finally felt him release inside you, moaning and groaning against your hot, flushing skin. the overwhelming feeling pushed you over the edge, your walls clasping around him as you let go, while your fingers held onto his dark hair for dear life. your moans and whimpers of his name were like music to his ears, and he could only keep rutting his hips back and forth, too caught up in his pleasure to stop. his lips began to softlt kiss your skin, from your neck up to your cheek, until he decides to catch your parted lips in a tender kiss as well. his hands caressed your thighs and your ass, before raising one arm to brush some hairs out of your sweaty forehead with his fingers.
“i love you,” the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself. he froze, his blood running cold as he braced himself for impact. what he didn't expect, however, was the way you wrapped your arms around his neck, placing a kiss on the top of his damp hair.
“i love you too, jer.”
#obx#outer banks#tvd#tvdu#the originals#legacies#tvd x obx#kook!reader#jeremy gilbert#jeremy x reader#jeremy gilbert x reader#jeremy gilbert fluff#jeremy gilbert angst#jeremy gilbert smut#jeremy gilbert x reader smut
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𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏(topper thornton x fem!reader)
𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴; opposite attract they say, well that’s the case for you and topper your the embodiment of a person that makes choices without the fear of judgment or criticism and then there’s topper
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨; Pogue!reader, abusive topper, controlling and manipulative,cursing, slight forced marriage, SMUT, (1/2)
Reckless.
Something that I’ve always been called as a child
I’ve never really paid attention to what anyone had ever about me since I’ve never really cared too much about people's opinions why worry about something that doesn’t make a difference in your life rather than just stress about it
My Perspective on people's opinions however changed during my teen years after my parents went bankrupt and were forced to slave themselves for the cooks on the other side of the town, my father worked for Judge Thornton as his personal construction worker.
My father became great friends with judge Thornton through out the years occasionally bringing me over during my teens years to meet Mr Thornton only son Topper.
During this time Topper didn’t even spare a few glances or a few words other than “hi” and “bye” from the times I’ve been over at his home as “play dates” as my parents liked to call it. He was busy hanging out with this best friend rafe and started talking to Sarah cameron
It was when I turned 16 my life had really changed, mom was home for a few days of the week while dad was barely ever there after my 15th birthday. It was then that same day a few knocks where heard on my front door
I looked over at the broken chronograph that was slanted on the wall seeing that it read 8:00 PM
“Who could be coming this late” I wondered
I hesitatingly walked over to the door slightly peeking through the door seeing that it was Sheriff Shoupe and another male officer with him, he looked up at me
“may I have a word with you Cassidy” He asked taking off his hat and resting it upon his chest
“Uhm my mother isn’t here at the moment you’ll have to come back another time,” I said looking around the house a bit
“Well, there’s no need what I need to talk to you about is about them” he sighed out
My eyebrows furrowed
I opened the door fully and gestured for them both to come in
“I didn’t want to deliver this kind of message to a young person as yourself but your parents have been arrested” He said calmly
It went silent after he said that, my whole world felt like it was gonna go crashing down after that, I didn’t know what to do or how to feel. I just kept feeling daggers go straight through my heart and my vision blurring a bit
I wiped my eyes slightly
“W-what do you mean sheriff” I asked
“They’ve been arrested for theft, your father has been stealing money from judge Thornton bank and hiding it with your mother”
I stayed silent waiting for him to continue holding in my breath silently
“Judge Thornton was going to press charges but he made a deal with your father for his repayment, it involved you” he finished out waiting for my reaction
“W-what about me?” I whispered out
“He made a deal that you’ll be living with them from now on and you’ll be married off to there son Topper to repay the dept your father owed them” He said
That’s it right there.. when my whole word fell apart and crashed down right on me, the air seemed like it was suffocating me and the feet felt more heavier than they usual are and my body felt so hard to be still
I felt like passing out
The sheriff noticed this and held me slightly seeing my body about to stumble over and fall right onto the floor
“I understand how you feel Cassidy but right now your parents requested me take you back over the station to see them before they are put in jail” he said walking out the door slowly and guiding me over to the police car as he opened the door and I hesitantly got in frozen in place as he slammed the door and got in the drivers seat taking off
I was frozen in place unable to think or move a bone
This had to be a dream
The car moved up and down slightly as the sheriff drove through the bridge that separated the cooks from the pogues. The flashing lights from the street lamp post illuminating slightly over my face as he drove in the darkness
Without noticing more tears started slowly crept up into my eyes and right down on my face continuously as I wiped them trying the hardest for it to stop raining on my face but it didn’t.
The sheriff heard my sniffles and whales of cries and glanced at the rear view mirror.
I didn’t notice we reached at the station until I felt my door being opened and the cool summer air gushing on to me.
“C’mon Cassidy” he whispered out putting his hand out for me to grab onto it
I slowly looked up from the floor and looked over at his with glassy eyes slowly inching my arms to his and getting out the car
He closed the door guiding me into the station and down in the interrogation area, my head being dipped down and focused onto the floor the whole way there
He opened the door and there I was faced with my father and mother sitting side by side staring right at me with guilt in there eyes. I couldn’t bare to even look at them for what they had done and the situation they had now put me through
The sheriff pulled out the chair infront of my mother as I sat down chewing the bottom of lip
“Well I’ll leave you guys to it, you have a few more minutes left with your parents before there transit comes” he announced and then looked back over at them before taking his leave
The room stayed quiet
“Look sweetie what your father and I did was all for you, we didn’t mean for this to happen w-we just wanted you to have a better future” my mother spoke putting her hands over the table and rubbing the dried tears off my cheeks slightly
“Y-you’ve set me up to get married to some guy I barely even know a Cook at that” I sniffed
“It was the only way doll, it was either that or have you work for Mr Thornton off the debt that I made, I couldn’t have you slave behind me for something you didn’t even do” My father spoke back
I looked up at him with nothing to fury
“THEN WHY!? why do this shit if you knew you would have been caught and your poor old daughter would have to take all your consequence” I half yelled at him in frustration
This shocked both of my parents as there eyes both went up at my tone not to mention my cursing my mother removed her hands from my face
“Sweetie what we did was for you, for your future for your college for you fucking life-!” My mother started to yell but my father interrupted her trying to call her down
“louis!” he yelled
“Cassidy what your mother is trying to say is that this may seem like what we did was reckless of us because we didn’t think of the consequences but we did and we knew we would pay the price but we didn’t think that they would use you as the price we would be paying” My father explains in one breath
I stayed silent again
Right on cue the door opened we all turned to look over at who it was seeing it was another police office
“Times up, your transit is here Mr and Mrs Ryder” the man announced opening the door more wider as two other officers came in handcuffing both of my parents
“Wait wait, I didn’t get to-”I flinged up in a rush to stop them from handcuffing both of my parents
“I’m sorry ma’am but there transit is here to take them to the county prison” he tried to reasoned out
“It’s okay Cassidy, we deserve this” my father softly spoke out
“We’ll be fine, take care of yourself baby” my mother croaked out, water falling down on her face as she shut her eyes to stop herself fork crying even more than she already was
At the sight made me cry to seeing my other cry
“Noo mom please” I cried out blinded by the water spilling out my eyes
I grabbed my hands out for my mother as officer backed me up off her as I continued crying
“Well always love you Cassidy” my father said before he disappeared out the door and so did my mother, her cries still heard bouncing off the walls
The officer used his walkie talkie calling in for sherif shoupe
I sat back down crying into my arms
“I’ll take it from here officer”shoupe I recognized his voice nearing over towards me
“everything gonna be okay Cassidy, you can always vist them” he tried to cheer me up
I only cried out more
“C’mom cassidy we can’t be in here much longer, it’s getting late and you’ll catch a cold from the way you’ve been crying” he whispered out slightly picking up my arms
I sniffed whipping my eyes to stop the tears as I got up following shoupe to his police car passing by the rest of the officers as my continued wiping my eyes to stop the water from running back down my face some more
Sheriff shoupe opened his police car door as I slowly got inside the car buckling my seatbelt, the car taking off once I did so
I turned my head to the right looking thru the window watching as the trees passed by and by all the street lights that were now on
“It’s not my place but try to give Mr and Mrs Thornton a chance before you can judge” I heard Sherif shoupe spoke out making me turn my attention towards him driving the car
“Yeah”I whispered turning my attention back outside until we reached to my destination
We arrived in the next 10 minutes as the car came to a halt infront of there lawn, he got out walking springing to my side to open the door for me
I awkwardly smiled and got out as be slamed the door shut and started walking to the front door as I followed along
I examined my surroundings seeing their lawn perfectly mowed per usual and their front porch always looking effortlessly perfect, I stopped walking behind Sheriff Shoupe as he knocked on the door waiting for an answer
It took a minute for Mrs Thornton to answer the door, she smiled seeing Sheriff Shoupe but that smile faltered a bit seeing me there
Just great
“Sheriff it's nice to see you here with Cassidy” She cheered on with that plastic smile of hers
The sheriff smiled at this
“The pleasure is all mine, Cassidy didn't get to pack anything at all since her parents wanted to see her before they were transported to county prison” he explained as to why I just showed up empty handed with nothing but my phone
She nodded her head
“It's alright there's nothing like a little shopping won't fix for her” she chuckled out
He smiled while I stood there awkwardly
“Well, I should leave you guys to it then..Cassidy..enjoy your time with them and please don't stress over your parents there in great hands” He informed me, Turning to me as I nodded at his response
The sheriff nodded walking past me and right into his car, at Mrs Thornton opened the door more widely and gestured for me to walk in
“Come in please do” She said
As I walked in she the slammed the door shut, locking it making her way into another room in which I followed right behind her
“Mr Thornton or Topper isn't here at the moment which is great so I can just have a talk with you before I show you to your room and then you'll be meeting Both of them after they come in”she explained while taking a seat in her living room I'm guessing
“Sure” I croaked out unsure of what to really say to her
she smiled straightening her posture on the seat
“Okay good, as I'm assuming you already know you'll be the future wife of my son..”she paused looking for my reaction
I nodded pressing my lips onto a thin line looking around for a bit
“Good, there aren't many rules here but for you to always be with Topper outside, there aren't any restrictions or anything in the house…and you can't be out too late now” she finished off
“Okay” I said
“Alright, nice and obedient.. You truly are perfect” She smiled at me as I thanked her for the compliment
“Now I'm gonna show you to the room you'll be using until you and Topper graduate and you can move out and live somewhere by yourselves,” she said getting up and walking up the stairs and then making a left then up a smaller stairs in the corner where I saw three doors lined up next to each other
“that's Topper's room, Your room is right next to his, and The bathroom at the last corner” She explained using her hands
I hummed as she walked to the middle door opening it while walking in, following after her I got inside the bedroom and was amazed at what was infornt of me
It was bigger than all the rooms in my old House combined, I actually had a closet and not just a basket where I fold all my clothes and put them in and a big window scenery. Where I could sit and watch outside
I continued staring around the room twisting and turning as I inspected everything with my mouth agape in shock
“I know right, took my maids a few hours to get room cleaned out and changed into a girl room which was a guest room at first” She explained smiling at my reaction
She took a seat at the edge of the bed patting right next to her for me to sit down beside her, I listened sitting right down next to her
“I’ve never really had this type of experience before, since I've only grown Topper since he was young and his father and I were too busy to even try again” she sighed looking a bit sad
“I get that” I sympathized
She gave me a little smile pulling me into her embrace a bit
“Well, the boys is gonna get here in a few more hours so you have enough time to be alone in your new room for a bit before you meet your future husband” she cheered getting up and was about to leave before I halted her
“Thank you again..i’m sorry for what my parents have caused your family” I apologized
She only smiled at this
“Your parents actions aren't you faults, whatever they did doesn't correlate to you” She said, and then taking her leave shutting the door half open half closed a bit
I rested for a bit laying down on the bed before hearing some voices downstairs after a couple of hours just staring at the ceiling
“I still don’t get why where doing this mom” It was topper
And his mother arguing once again but it seemed like there voices were getting nearer to my room door
I squealed getting up and making myself look at least presentable and straight inform of topper and his father
Right then the door swinged open revealing all here of them Mr and Mrs Thornton and Topper himself all looking at me
Gosh
My breathed was nearly taken away by the sight of Topper, he still looked perfect from when he was younger
I say frozen unable to say a word but watch mindlessly as Mr and Mrs Thornton continued to argue some more
“Your wasting your life mopping behind that Sarah girl when you could be finding yourself a wife to continue the family legacy” his mother grumbled out angryly
“But mom” topper tried to reason out but his mother huffed out walking away from him as his father followed along
He stood there lost in silence
My crush on Topper never subsided even when he used to be jerk with rafe to me and John b and jj I still liked him even after his situation with the cook princess
It seemed like he’s examining me head to toe
We stood there in silence once more
“Enjoy your stay” he said in monotone voice before taking his leave and slamming his door right next to mines
Well that was just great
#topper#outer banks#topper x reader#thorton#rafe outer banks#obx fic#obx fanfiction#sarah cameron#the pogues#obx pogues
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what figure eight life is like/chapter one, laughter and booze
what figure eight life is like…masterlist
outer banks x fem!reader
warnings: female reader, platonic relationships, not proofread, language, alcohol mentioned, lowercase intended
word count: 1.3k
a/n 💌: this is a new series i have been wanting to get out for a while…let me know what you guess think of it
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you were at a fancy dinner at the country club, you were in a modest yet gorgeous light blue silk dress. you had your family heirloom locket around on your neck. you were sitting in between rafe cameron and topper thornton, your best friends since kindergarten. the three of you were very drunk as you guys quickly stopped at a party before this.
“would you like any beverages?” a waiter asked in a deep voice the three of you
“yes we would.” topper said mimicking the waiters voice
you bit your lip trying not to laugh. topper looked at you and rafe with an grin.
“i will have a beer.” topper said, doing finger guns at the waiter.
“and you miss?” the waiter asked, after rolling his eyes at topper
“just a water, please and thank you.” you said with a hiccup
“your no fun.” rafe said with a smirk as topper quietly laughed at your hiccup
“ you mr. cameron?” the waiter asked rafe
“a scotch.” rafe said with a grin
the waiter nodded and walked away with an eye roll, the three of you started laughing like crazy.
“what are you three laughing at?” your dad asked with amused look
“nothing.” you say sweetly, you hear topper holding in his laugh next to you which makes you laugh.
rafe shakes his head with a smirk as you and topper cackle like maniac’s.
the thing that made you different was that you don’t care what the up and tidy kooks think about you. you run your own course and don’t stop to notice people are staring.
the first course had finally come, you ordered a pasta. topper ordered steak, same with rafe.
“catch, man.” topper said, you felt something hit your arm. no doubt it was a piece of food
“pfffftt.” topper said before laughing and banging his hand on the table.
“top…what was that?” you say smirk and trying to hold in your laughter.
rafe was chuckling at topper. topper is very amusing when he is drunk…sometimes.
“topper thornton.” a hushed feminine voice called from down the table.
the three of you looked to see dr. thornton glaring at us.
“you made mommy angry, top.” rafe said with a teasing tone
“oh no.” topper said with a gasp
you bursted out laughing which was followed by topper’s cackle. soon enough rafe began laughing.
you snorted, which made the three of you goners.
topper coughed, unable to contain his laughs “you just snorted…oh god.”
you snorted again, “no, not again.” you said, what rushing up to your cheeks.
rafe was definitely gonna tease the hell out of you tomorrow.
soon enough the fancy dinner was over and the three of you headed to the bonfire after sobering up. you were carrying your heels as you began to get blisters on the back of your heels.
walking onto the beach you could already tell the locals from the tourons.
“hello there.” a ginger said flirtatiously passing by rafe, grazing his arm
you and topper stifled a laugh.
“hello there.” you said, reinacting the moment with topper
topper laughed at you, soon enough his eyes landed on sarah and john b.
“why do they have to be here?” he said grabbing a red cup and filling it up
“it’s the annual bonfire, man.” rafe said, he looked at you the nodded at the cups as he grabbed one. you shake your head as you already have more then enough and was not wanting future you throwing up all day.
“bummer!” topper said with a laugh after chugging his beer
“that’s me.” you say with a grin
-pogues (jj, kiara, pope, sarah, john b) pov-
“who is the girl with rafe and topper, i have seen her around but.” pope said turning to the group
“that is y/n l/n, my friend. one of the finest kooks out there.” jj said, lighting a joint
“a kook? your complimenting one?” kiara said with a scoff
“hey. just stating facts.” jj said holding his arms up in defense
“she has been best friends with rafe and topper since like the diapers. she is really sweet.” sarah said blankly
“but what’s the dirt?” jj said leaning in as if they were huddling
“there is no dirt, she is sparkling clean.” sarah said with a sigh
“no way, everybody has got some dirt.” kiara said, as jj handed her the joint
“mmm. think whatever you want but as far as i know…she has no dirt.” sarah said shrugging
-back with you pov-
rafe and topper go to the restroom so you go over and say hi to sarah.
“hey, sarah!” you say with a smile
“hey!” she says getting up to hug you.
“so this is the gang?” you say looking at the people who accompany the blond
“yup.” sarah says with a soft smile
“nice to meet you-“
“y/n!” topper called
you turned around to see the two blonds, ignoring them you go back to introducing yourself.
“as i was saying…it’s nice to meet you guys, im y/n!” you say sitting down in a beach chair, you cross your legs subconsciously.
“nice to meet you, im kiara.” a dark curly haired girl says with a soft smile
you smile back, the rest of the group introduces themselves.
“y/n let’s go, or else you walk home!” rafe yells
“yeah right, you ass!” you yell back, “that’s my call, see you guys around.” you say getting up and hugging sarah one last time
“see you guys around!” you yell at the group
“she is fun….” kiara says with a chuckle
“that’s one way to put it.”pope says with a slightly concerned tone
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you wake up with a pounding headache and a need to puke. you hurry to your restroom and puke your guts outs. as soon as you freshen up, you get your outfit on. a white tennis skirt and a white crop top with white shoes. also a white visor, gold earrings and you grabbed your golf bag and headed downstairs where you met rafe, topper, and…kelce. you weren’t very fond of kelce because you thought he was kind of a coward and just annoying. but you never said anything.
“ready?” topper asked
“as ready as i will ever be.” you saw with a smile
rafe grabs your golf bag from you and throws in the back of his truck.
“watch it, rafe! those aren’t cheap.” you say with annoyance as you hop into his truck.
“your fine.” rafe says with a smirk as he drives away from your home.
topper looks at you through the mirror in the front.
“so did your parents say anything about the dinner?” topper asked with a chuckle
“oh yeah.” rafe said with a cold face
“y/n?” topper asked
“other then them saying to tone it down next time, not really.” you say, fidgeting with your tennis skirt.
“lucky motherfucker.” rafe groaned, hitting the stirring wheel
“yup, lucky me.” you sigh, looking out the car window
the two boys look at you through the mirror but brush it off.
sooner or later you guys arrived at the country club. kelce ran off to talk with some girls as usual. you suck at golf but it was a bonding thing for you and your best friends. it was also a kook thing.
“want drinks?” you say pointing to the bar
“no.” topper says, focusing on getting the golf ball into the hole
“yeah, my usual.” rafe say, handing you a twenty dollar bill
“be right back.” you say, you bump into someone
“watch the fuck where you are going?!” the guy yells at you
“im so s-“ you start but get cut off
you feel a hand on your shoulder push you out of the way, it’s rafe.
“what the hell did you just say to her?” he said, glaring at the guy
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love at first injury ; kiara carrera
summary: when she kiara went for a walk on the beach, she didn’t expect to meet the love of her life. she didn’t expect to get knocked off her feet by a volleyball either.
pairing: kiara carrera x fem!plus sized!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: meet cute, reader has hair long enough to tuck behind your ears, lowkey jjcleopope (if you read into it), kinda insta love/love at first sight (but they’re teenagers so it’s not that far fetched), kiara being kinda insecure
an: round part of rewriting old imagines lol
Never let it be said that Kiara Carrera didn’t absolutely adore her friends.
However, as much as she loved them, she needed time away. There were plenty of ways that she chose to relax and catch her breath.
Surfing, of course.
She found that helping out at the Wreck certainly let her push her racing thoughts to the back of her mind for a little while.
Her favourite way to relax was to simply walk up and down the length of the beach with a pair of earphones in and completely ignore the world for an hour or two.
In that one hour, she didn’t need to listen to John B try and convince her that his dad was still alive and still searching for the gold. She didn’t have to exert all her energy on pulling JJ away from his next fight or listening to Pope fret and agonise over the interview for his scholarship (which she thought was ridiculous because it’s Pope, he’s obviously going to get it!).
For just a few hours, she had a little respite from the chaos of her friends.
Although the volleyball flying directly towards her face seemed to have other plans regarding how her day would go, the unexpected force knocked her off her feet onto the sand and she watched the ball bounce off toward the main road.
She would’ve been unbelievably pissed if it wasn’t for the girl running up to her, already spewing apologies. Her thoughts had violently shifted from ‘what the fuck’ to ‘oh my god, pretty girl’. She took the extended hand that the girl had offered and she couldn’t help but let her eyes briefly rake up and down her frame.
It wasn’t often that Kiara was unaware of how to react to something or someone but there was something about this girl that made her feel different in a way that the boys she’d been with before had never made her feel simply by looking at her. Before she could lose herself in comparing her past lovers to the girl in front of her, whose name she didn’t even know, she was pulled to her feet and now stood at almost eye-level with the girl.
“Hi,” You smiled and Kiara felt her legs go weak, “I’m really sorry about that.”
“Yeah, you’ve said,” She laughed, shaking her head in an attempt to regain a sliver of composure, “About a million times.”
“I’m Y/N, and those,” You said, seemingly slightly nervous, and gestured to the small group behind you that were watching and doing an incredibly bad job of pretending that they weren’t, “Are the idiots that I call my friends, who evidently can’t aim to save their lives.”
Kiara couldn’t help but laugh when you raised your voice at the latter part of your sentence, clearly wanting your friends to overhear. It was clear that they had, seeing as their mouths dropped open in indignation and they huffed, migrating towards the blanket they had set out, “Kiara but everyone calls me Kie, I don’t think we’ve met before.”
“I just moved here a couple of weeks ago, my parents got a new job working for the Thorntons,” You grimaced. She guessed you had already met Topper and been acquainted with his wonderful personality.
Kiara let the silence hang for a moment, feeling her palms begin to sweat, “Do you want to hang out? I’m meeting up with my friends soon, you and friends can join if you want to?” Although she would be more than okay with your friends joining, Kiara silently prayed that they wouldn’t want to.
She was almost certain that the resulting smile that spread across your face could’ve blinded her.
“Sure,” You said, glancing back towards your friends who had once again become invested in a game of volleyball, “I’ll just let them know I’m leaving, they seem pretty into the game.”
It was clear to both of you that it was a bullshit excuse but neither of you could bring yourself to insist that they accompany you.
Kiara stood there, kind of awkwardly, as you headed back towards your friends. She noted the way in which each of their gazes briefly flickered to her and back to you, sending you a teasing smirk, before they nodded and waved you off again.
“Ready to go, Kie?” You asked as soon as you were close enough, with your bag hitched over your shoulder.
She nodded and turned around, expecting you to follow her. Walking down the road, the excitement and nervousness emanating from you and Kiara was palpable.
Kiara had warned you that her friends could be a little… chaotic but nothing could have prepared you for the sight you were greeted with when you arrived at the ‘Chateau’ (what a weird name).
There were two boys wrestling on the ground in front of a handful of hammocks. “That’s JJ and Pope,” She had informed you, “They’re pretty much in love but they won’t admit it.”
There was a girl with dirty blonde hair and tanned skin lounging on one of the hammocks near them, laughing out loud, cheering on ‘Pope’ and betting ‘JJ’ that he wouldn’t win. “That’s Sarah.”
“Cameron?” You had asked. You had heard her name once or twice when you were getting settled in.
“Yep, it’s a long story.”
There was another girl sharing the hammock with Sarah who was smiling over at the wrestling boys with a certain softness in her eyes, “That’s Cleo,” Kiara explained, “She’s new as well, she’s only been here a few months.”
Kiara pointed out John B last. He was laying on the other hammock, his arm thrown over his eyes and quite obviously trying to ignore his friends’ antics.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of them. Your outburst accidentally gained the attention of the group of rowdy teenagers who all lifted their heads and watched you wander over.
JJ was the first to greet you, he seemed to radiate chaotic energy so you figured that you’d probably get along with him more than most if you stuck around. “Well,” He said mischievously, “Hi-”
“No!” Kiara yelled, crossing her arms over her chest, which prompted laughter from the rest of the group, “I like this one, don’t ruin it with your slutty tendencies!”
The pogues shared a weighted look between themselves. They had a feeling that it wasn’t just your friendship that Kiara was after, she was usually one to be pretty subtle when it came to the people she was interested in but everyone could see the heart eyes she was currently giving you.
You were quickly pulled into a conversation with Sarah, who demanded to know where you bought your shorts from, and John B, who told you to ignore any of JJ’s advances.
Kiara was trying her hardest to focus on the tale JJ was regaling her and Pope with but she couldn’t help but allow her gaze to drift back to you every now and then. She knew that you would get along with the pogues, you seemed like the type of person to simply fit in every circumstance that you found yourself in. It wasn’t often that she brought someone back and even less often that she brought someone back that vibed with her friends so well.
As happy as she was, she couldn’t help but feel worried. She knew first-hand how charming her friends could be when they put their minds to it. She had a feeling that she didn’t have to worry about JJ, as flirty as he was, she knew he was more observant than he let on and he would never hurt her like that. John B and Sarah were disgustingly in love so she had no worries about them.
Unfortunately, she had a feeling that she might have reason to worry about Pope and Cleo. Pope was the sweetest guy she had ever met and she could definitely see the potential he had to be ‘boyfriend material’ and Cleo, well, Kiara certainly wasn’t blind.
She was still in conversation with JJ and Pope when it had begun to rain and everyone decided to migrate towards the deck, each claiming a piece of furniture.
“Kie!” Sarah whisper-yelled, “I think we put her to sleep.”
Kiara looked down at Sarah’s lap and saw that you were dead asleep.
Sarah saw the look of adoration on her friend’s face and softly moved you so that you were laying on Kiara’s lap rather than her own.
The brunette lightly ran her fingers through your hair and brushed it out of your face. She shrugged and shot Sarah a quick smile, “I don’t blame her,” She chuckled, “We are a bit much, aren’t we?”
“I’m still not used to it,” Cleo quipped with a smirk.
“What’s the deal with you and her, then?” JJ blurted out curiously and pointedly ignored the elbow in the ribs (Pope) and glare (Sarah) that he was subjected to, “Do you like her?”
The pogues exchanged wary glances. It was a well know fact that Kiara wasn’t straight but she had never explicitly told them about her romantic preferences. She had always been adamant that ‘coming out’ was a ridiculous tradition.
“I don’t know,” Kiara sounded so small and shy. They had never heard her sound that before, “I don’t want to scare her off. It’s only been a day.”
“If we haven’t managed to send her running for the hills, I doubt you will,” John B said. He grabbed Sarah’s hand and pulled her up with him as he stood, “It’s late and I’ve got work tomorrow, we’re going to bed. You know where the keys are, lock up before you leave.”
Pope shared a look with JJ and Cleo before reluctantly standing up, “Dad will be on my ass if we’re not back soon.”
Pope and JJ walked on towards the Twinkie but Cleo stayed put for a moment, “Tell her,” She implored, “What’s the worst that could happen?”
Kiara wanted to scoff because isn’t that the age-old question? She may have only known you for a few hours but she feared what might happen and how devastating a rejection you could inflict on her.
She sighed and waved her off. As soon as the van disappeared around the corner and she could no longer hear the roaring of the old, well-used engine, her gaze drifted back to you.
As if you could feel her eyes on you, yours fluttered open and you turned your head to look up at her with a small, sleepy smile gracing your lips, “Hi,” You said quietly, clearing your throat and wiping your hands over your face and yawning, “How long was I out for?” You asked, sheepishly.
Kiara laughed, throwing her head back, “About twenty minutes, everyone left.”
You tried not to focus on the heat that was rapidly spreading across your cheeks and hoped that she couldn’t sense or notice your embarrassment. “Sorry,” You mumbled, reluctantly sitting up and moving to rest beside her on the couch. You tucked your hair behind your ears and chuckled, “Honestly, I’m surprised none of you drew on me.”
“I’m not gonna lie to you, they wanted to, especially JJ,” She teased and took a deep breath, “But if you wanted to make it up to me for, you know, falling asleep when I so graciously introduced to my best friends, you could come by the Wreck tomorrow?”
“The Wreck?”
“It’s a restaurant that my dad runs, I work there,” She explained, “I finish at four if you wanted to come by.”
You made a contemplative look and smiled shyly, “Depends,” You teased, “Will it just be us or should I prepare to listen to Sarah explain, in detail, why John B should get his hair cut?”
She shook her head and grinned, reaching a hand out to clasp yours, “Just me and you…is that alright?”
You shrugged and shifted closer to her, softly rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb, “More than alright.”
an: again, i’m unbelievably bad at writing endings but any feedback is welcome, inbox is open for any requests <3
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