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katsu28 · 1 year

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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.”

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fiction-is-life · 2 years

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oh my gosh i just had this idea but what about Topper with Rose's daughter (not wards,relationship before him). Topper and Sarah didn't happen. and like she is really close with Wheezie and Rafe?? and a cute mother/daughter relationship for her and Rose please??

A Little Push

Summary: Topper and (Y/N) need a little help to accept what they feel for each other.

Requested: I hope this is what you wanted, love!!

Warnings: Fluff, awkwardness, endearingly annoying siblings, super long

“So, (Y/N), what’s new with you?” Her step-dad, Ward, asked her as the whole family was sitting at dinner. (Y/N) had just taken a bite of the chicken dish their cook had made, and her little sister took advantage of her inability to speak to do what little sisters do - embarrass her.

“She has a crush,” Wheezie gushed, an evil glint in her eye. (Y/N) glared at her sister, still chewing.

Rose raised an eyebrow, trying to keep her smile hidden so as to not embarrass her daughter more, sharing a look with her husband. “Really? Who is this Casanova?” she asked, taking a sip of her Chardonnay.

“Topper, obviously,” Sarah spoke up with a grin, earning a glare from (Y/N) as well. Sometimes (Y/N) really hated having sisters.

Ward smiled, “Topper?” He thought for a minute before nodding his head as if he had decided something of great importance. “I suppose he is good enough for my daughter.”

(Y/N) shrunk in embarrassment even as she swelled with pride at Ward’s words; he had never made a distinction in how he viewed her even if she was his step-daughter. He had been the only father figure in her life since her biological dad wanted nothing to do with her and Rose; she had even taken his last name when her mom married him. (Y/N) looked down at her plate, pushing her food around with her fork absently. “I do not…” she protested, but she lacked conviction.

Sarah knocked into her shoulder lightly from where she sat beside her. “Oh, come on, (Y/N/N), there’s nothing to be shy about. Topper totally likes you too, right, Rafe?” The blonde looked at her brother who just so happened to also be best friends with Topper.

“While usually I would never break bro code and tell a girl if a guy liked them, you’re my sister, so I’ll tell you…” Rafe spoke. He gave a dramatic pause before finishing his statement, making (Y/N) squirm which her parents noticed. “He totally is head over heels for you. Like, the guy never shuts up about you,” Rafe explained, his slightly bored expression that he usually wore present on his face.

(Y/N) bit the side of her cheek and pursed her lips to try to hide her smile because she knew her family would never let her live it down if they could prove they were right. Once she had more control over her face, she looked up, saying earnestly, “I swear I don’t like him. We are just friends.”

Everyone at the table wore the same exact sly smile, but none of them said anything, finally giving her a break. She was grateful that they had dropped the subject. However, Wheezie had to have the last word on any topic, so she added, “We’ll just have to see how you react tomorrow at the garden party.” She stuffed a bite of chicken into her mouth, continuing to talk around it, “By the way, can I borrow your purple sundress and white sandals? I have to look better than Mackenzie.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Sure, Wheeze.” Tomorrow was going to be torture.

A persistent knocking was heard on the bathroom door the next morning. “Just a second, Wheeze, then I will get my shoes for you!” (Y/N) shouted, assuming that it was the young teen who was bothering her.

“It’s not Wheezie, it’s me,” her mother said. (Y/N) could hear her laugh through the door before continuing, “I think Wheezie already got what she wanted, plus a piece or two of Sarah’s jewelry.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes good naturedly, opening the door, “Of course she did. What do you need, mom?”

Rose smiled, looking at the outfit (Y/N) decided to wear, noting that it was both new and one of (Y/N)’s favorites because of how it flattered her. “I just wanted to see if you needed to talk or anything. About boys maybe…” Her mom trailed off, her eyes glowing with a deceptive innocence.

(Y/N) groaned, “Mom…”

Rose threw her hands up in surrender, “I know, I know. I just want you to know that I am always here to talk, but I know talking to your mom is not always what teenage girls want to do.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, contemplating whether she wanted to open up or not - talking about it would make it real and she wasn’t sure if she wanted that. But who else would understand? She wasn’t as outgoing as Sarah who would tell her just to ask him out herself, and Wheezie was too young. And she definitely wasn’t gonna tell Rafe; as close as they were, they usually bonded over sports, not talks about boys. Also, he was still her big brother, and he would torment her endlessly about liking his best friend. She was out of options. (Y/N) sighed, relenting, “Fine, but there’s not much to say. I really like Topper, but he definitely doesn’t like me back.” She shrugged, going back to fixing her hair.

Rose leaned her hip against the counter. “Well, how are you so sure he doesn’t like you, sweetheart?”

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulders again, brushing her hair with a bit more intensity than she meant to. “Because he never notices me. If he liked me, he would seek me out, but he doesn’t,” she spat. “He always just stays with Rafe and Kelce.”

“Well, maybe he just gets shy around you. You are his best friend’s sister, after all,” Rose offered.

(Y/N) put the brush down, signalling that she was done with the conversation. “I should go see if Wheezie needs help,” she stated before walking out of the room before her mom could ask any more probing questions.

“Hey, (Y/N), how are you?” It was him. Topper. Thornton. At the punch table with her. He looked so incredibly handsome wearing a turquoise button down shirt that brought out the color of his eyes.

She smiled broadly, “Hey, Topper, I’m good, how are you?” She wanted to add something cute and clever, but her mind could barely come up with the proper reply to the traditional greeting he gave her.

He smiled charmingly, “I’m better now that I see you.”

She nodded, a close-lipped smile on her face accompanied by wide eyes. “Cool,” she squeaked, taking her drink and quickly crossing the lawn to where her family was lounging, mentally chastising herself the whole way there. She plopped down between Sarah and Wheezie with a huff.

Sarah looked from her sister back to the punch table where Topper looked both confused and hurt, his lips formed into a pout and his forehead scrunched up. Sarah turned back to (Y/N), noting her wide eyes and panicked breathing. “What happened, (Y/N/N)? Why does Topper look like you just kicked his puppy after stealing his ice cream cone?” she asked, tilting her sunglasses down to raise a scolding eyebrow at (Y/N).

(Y/N) threw her head back onto the lounge chair, groaning, “I am too awkward to exist on this planet, that’s what happened.” Wheezie put down her phone at (Y/N)’s pitiful tone, genuinely worried since (Y/N) usually didn’t express her feelings out loud.

Sarah was worried too, and she knew the only way that the day would end happily for everyone was to step in herself. However, Sarah Cameron was not known for her tact, but perhaps a lack of couth was just what both parties needed. Without notice, Sarah stood up, saying, “I’m thirsty,” and walked to the punch table.

God, Topper felt so stupid. She probably hates me now, he thought. He took a sip of his punch, wishing it could transport him to anywhere but this stupid party. Next thing he knew he was hit on the back, making him choke on his drink. Once he regained order over his own body, he turned to see who had hit him, assuming Rafe or Kelce, but he was completely taken aback when he saw Sarah Cameron in front of him, looking like a stern school teacher with her arms crossed over her chest and foot tapping on the grass.

“Topper, you like (Y/N), right?” she asked. She didn’t give him time to think, so his nod in the affirmative was unguardedly truthful. “Good, (Y/N) likes you too, but she is too shy to show it. You need to make the first move and ask her out.” Sarah started to walk away, but before she could get more than three steps away, she snapped her fingers, remembering something. “Oo, also, she likes walking on the beach at sunset - just so you know.” She smiled, walking back to the lounge chairs where the Camerons were congregated.

Topper grinned, his heart filling with hope. He straightened his shirt, running his hand through his hair to make sure it still looked okay. He now had a plan.

When Sarah returned to her sisters, (Y/N) was still in a slightly catatonic state, but she mustered up the energy to ask, “What are you up to, Sarah?”

Sarah just smirked, saying, “Nothing, I was just really thirsty all of a sudden.” However, (Y/N) would have noticed if her eyes were open that Sarah didn’t even hold a drink in her hand, but she did wink at Wheezie, signalling that she had a trick up her sleeve. “Hey, Wheeze, how about we go get some food,” she asked, but it was definitely not a request.

Wheezie jumped up quickly, saying, “Yeah, I’m starved! We’ll get you something, (Y/N/N), since you just sat down.”

Sarah also got up, saying absently, “Yeah, we will. Hey, Rafe!” Getting her brother’s attention, she motioned him over, “Come get food with us.” Seeing his readiness to resist her command, she added, “Now,” with a subtle nod to (Y/N). When Rafe saw his step-sister’s state, he nodded - although he was still confused - and followed Sarah and Wheezie into the house to get food.

(Y/N) stirred when she heard somebody sit beside her a few minutes later. “Were there any crostinis in the house?” she asked, rolling her head to the side on the back of the chair, not caring if it messed up her hair before opening her eyes.

Topper’s blue eyes and perfect bone structure met her gaze instead of one of her siblings’ faces. “I think I saw some earlier. Do you want to go get some food with me and we can check?” He looked down, taking a deep breath, before meeting her hopeful gaze again, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. She leaned a little closer towards him in order to catch what he said next, “And maybe if that goes well, we can go on a date? Maybe to the Island Club?”

(Y/N) felt like she could cry from happiness. “That sounds nice; I guess it’s a date?” she giggled.

He smiled, too, letting it light up his whole face, “I guess it is. I’ll pick you up at 6:30 on Wednesday?”

“Sounds great,” she breathed, beaming.

It was a good thing Tanneyhill was slightly removed from its neighbors because from the sounds emerging from it, one could easily think that somebody was getting murdered in the house on that Wednesday evening. The reality was far worse. Ward and Rafe had sequestered themselves in the study as all four females of the house descended upon (Y/N)’s closet, helping her decide what to wear for her date.

“A black dress is so classic.”

“She’s going on a first date, not to her third husband’s funeral, Rose.”

“But she looks so good in this dress.”

“But she would look even better in this green dress.”

“Why can’t she wear blue? I bet Topper shows up in blue. He looks really good in blue.”

“That’s true, Wheeze, how about you go ask Rafe to snapchat Topper and see what shirt he’s wearing.”

“On it!”

“Wait, do we want her to match or just compliment because if it’s the second, then the green or the purple would look better.”

“Oo, good point, Rose. Maybe we need a man’s opinion. I’ll text Wheezie to send dad and Rafe up.”

“Good idea. (Y/N), honey, can you put on the green dress, your dad and Rafe are coming up.”

“Topper is wearing blue! Rafe was being a butt, though, and wouldn’t let me see at first.”

“Are the boys coming up, Wheezie?”

“Yeah, I stole Rafe’s phone, so they’re both right behind me.”

“Oh, good!”

“Wheezie, give me my -”

“Ready!” (Y/N) stepped out of her closet, a pale yellow fit and flare dress hugging her curves. Half of her hair was loosely pulled back in a bun, and the rest fell down her back in waves. She twirled slightly, a shy smile on her face. “How do I look?”

Her entire family smiled, saying in unison, “Perfect!”

Downstairs, the doorbell was heard. “He’s here!” (Y/N) squealed, her anxiety returning.

Rafe moved towards the door, “I’ll go get the door, (Y/N/N). There’s no need to worry, though, it’s just Topper.”

After she heard Rafe open the door, she took a deep breath, straightened her dress even though it didn’t need it, and headed down the stairs. As she made her way down the winding staircase, she watched her feet, trying not to trip. She only looked up when she reached the bottom, finally noting Topper’s awestruck appearance. Rafe was nowhere to be seen, now.

His lips curled into a shy smile, “You look beautiful, (Y/N).”

She smiled, doing a little twist and biting her lip, “Thank you. You look really beautiful as well.” Her eyes widened, “I mean handsome; you look handsome, Topper.”

He chuckled, “Thank you. Are you ready to go? I made us a reservation at the Island Club.”

“That sounds perfect. Let’s get going!”

“So you lost your swim trunks?” (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh, drawing quite a bit of attention to she and Topper.

He chuckled, too, “Yeah, I had to find them before anyone noticed. Ever since then, I make sure they are tied tight for surf competitions.” The date was going splendidly, any awkwardness forgotten as the couple settled into easy conversation.

(Y/N) sipped on her drink, finally getting a hold of herself, “That’s nothing. One time my pants split at recess while on the swings, and I had to wear my uncle’s pants for the rest of the day because he was the only one available to get me clothes. They were huge on me. At least you had the coverage of water.”

Topper laughed, “I don’t know, mine was pretty bad; there were TV cameras and stuff there.”

“Oof, you didn’t say that before. Yours was definitely worse then.” Her eyes almost closed from how hard she was laughing, and Topper thought it must be the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. He couldn’t even be distracted enough from the pretty young woman before him to act condescending to JJ Maybank when he brought them their check.

When Topper brought out his credit card to pay the bill, (Y/N)’s lips formed a small frown, “Aww, I’m not ready for the night to be over. I’m having a really good time with you.”

Topper smirked, “Well, then I guess it’s good that I planned something else, too.” He held out his hand for her to take, and she grasped it eagerly, curious as to what he had planned.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Topper quickly drove to a smaller beach that only locals frequented. It was deserted by this time in the evening,as the colors of the sunset were just starting to reflect on the water, pink mixing with blue to create a soft, romantic atmosphere. (Y/N) couldn’t help but think that it was the most picturesque sunset she had ever witnessed in all her life as she walked barefooted with Topper, holding onto his arm with both of her hands.

“I’m really glad Sarah told me about your feelings. Otherwise I probably would never have worked up the courage to finally ask you out. Knowing that you liked me too was even enough for me to endure Rafe’s speech about not messing things up and hurting you.” He looked into her eyes, “Not that I would ever do something to hurt you on purpose.”

(Y/N) bit her lip with her two front teeth, “Rafe did that? I’m so sorry…”

Topper grinned, “Course he did, isn’t that what older brothers do? I’m just glad I didn’t get the combined force of him and Ward. Rafe threatening to throw me to the gators was plenty of warning, ” he teased.

(Y/N) laughed, “Yeah, that would have been a little more nerve-wracking, but I’m glad you didn’t let it deter you.”

He squeezed one of her hands resting on his arm, “Never. You mean too much to me.”

They walked in a comfortable silence back to his Jeep once the sun had set completely, basking in each other’s presence. On the ride back to Tanneyhill, soft music from the early 1960’s accompanied their conversation, aiding in their attempt to know the other better. Neither of them wanted the night to end, but, alas, the car ride was over much too quickly.

Topper walked her to the front door, both knowing what they wanted to happen next, but neither knowing how to achieve it. Topper scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tick (Y/N) had noticed he employed often, “Hey (Y/N), would you maybe want to be my date to Midsummer’s?”

She beamed - that event was not even on her radar yet, but she couldn’t be more glad that he was thinking even a month and a half into their future. She decided to be bold, “I would love to, but maybe we should go on a few more dates before then?”

Topper sighed, relieved, “You read my mind.”

They stood there for another half a minute, “Well, I should probably go in…” She turned to open the door, but Topper grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“Wait! I…” Topper stammered.

“Yes?” (Y/N) looked at him, her eyes brimming with hope, giving Topper the courage he lacked.

“May I kiss you?” he asked softly, brushing a piece of hair that had come loose from the breezy night behind her ear.

(Y/N) couldn’t believe her ears, a small, content smile gracing her face. “You may,” she whispered back. At her permission, he raised a hand to cup her face, running his thumb lightly over her smooth skin, leaning in as he did so. When he was only a few inches from her face, his eyes flickered up to hers, making sure she still wanted his kiss. When she gave no indication that he should stop, he closed the remaining distance between them. The kiss was feather-light, his lips moving over hers as gently as a whisper of a summer breeze, but it still sent a lightning-like thrill all the way to her toes. It was over all too soon, yet it was still everything she could have wished for for her first kiss.

As her eyes fluttered open, she felt rather than heard Topper whisper, “Wow.”

She bit her lip, her shyness returning, “Wow, indeed. Thank you again, Topper. Have a great rest of your night.” She turned to the door again, but her body changed its plan before she reached it, quickly turning back to where he stood, raising up on her toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Giggling, she pulled back and finally ran into her house, surprised at her boldness.

For his part, Topper was on Cloud 9, slowly walking to his Jeep, looking back at the building that now hid her from his view like a lovestruck fool every step of the way. He finally shook himself back into the present and started his truck when he heard the muffled squeals of the women now surrounding her, excited that the date had gone well enough to culminate in not one but two kisses goodnight.

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hazyspiderwebs · 10 months

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You were currently still daydreaming about the first kiss you and JJ shared. A text notification broke you out or your daydream. “Let’s go out.” JJ was known for spontaneously making plans but this time was different. He was actually asking you out on a date.

As you got to the dock you were surprised to see JJ with all of the Pogues accompanying him. You tried to hide your disappointment. “Y/N!!” JJ excitedly greeted you as he helped you into the boat. His hand held yours as you steadied yourself. You noticed his hand lingered for longer than normal but you tried to push the thought aside. As you were mentally at war with yourself JJ handed you a beer well his beer specifically. You wanted to just forget the stresses of life so you ended up finishing the rest of JJ’s beer in one sip as he watched in amazement. “Atta girl Y/N! I’ll get another one.”

You lost track of how many beers you and JJ split. What you weren’t expecting was to end up at a kegger. The Pogues split up and you followed Kie as she introduced you to some other people. As the night went on you got up to walk around and stretch your legs a bit. As you turned a corner you suddenly saw JJ kissing another girl. Your heart completely dropped. You normally weren’t a confrontational person but the alcohol suddenly gave you some courage. You could feel the heat rising through you as your anger steadily built up the closer you got to him.

“JJ what the hell?!” You asked followed by a light smack to his head. “OW what the hell was that about?” JJ asked as confused as you with his teeth clenched. “Really JJ? A touron? I expected more from you.” “Well that seems like a you problem.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his childish remark. “I thought we were a thing.” You accidentally let the words slip out that you had so carefully been trying to hold in. “Why would you think that? You know better than anyone I don’t believe in labels Y/N.” His last sentence followed by saying your name felt like a million stabs directly to your heart. “Yeah you’re right I shouldn’t have expected anything from you. Enjoy your touron.”

JJ’s words echoed in your head as you made the long trek back home. A voice suddenly calling your name brought you back to reality. “Y/N are you okay?” Topper asked genuinely concerned. Until now you had been completely oblivious to your own tears. “Um yeah I’m fine what’s up?” You asked trying to shift the conversation away front the obvious. Topper could sense something was up but he knew better than to question it. The two of you never really interacted that much. Your friend groups were rivals so naturally you usually avoided eachother.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He asked finally breaking the silence between the two of you. “Please” you responded with your voice barely above a whisper. “Are all guys shallow?” Your question caught Topper off guard. He glanced back at you before looking back at the road. “I think that depends on who you associate with.” “A guy that doesn’t believe in labels apparently.” “Oh. That’s definitely code for when a guy wants to keep his options open. I would recommend not staying around that kind of guy personally.”

The rest of the car ride was silent with the radio serving as background noise. After Topper parked he looked over at you and his heart broke for you. “Hey if you ever want to hang out with me and my friends here’s my number.” You saved his number and text him your name so he’d have your number. The two of you talked some more and he noticed you were getting tired. “Hey go get some sleep.” “But I don’t want tonight to end.” You pleaded. “I promise this won’t be the last night we talk.” His words made your heart skip a beat. You told him to text you when he got home. 10 minutes later he sent you a smiley face indicating he was home safely.

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pogues-writings · 1 year

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PAIRING‧₊˚ Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader, Topper Thornton x Fem!Reader (one sided)

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [4.1k] Left alone with Topper while Rafe is out, his best friend seems to take a shot at you...

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ non-con/dub-con, smut, swearing, dark!rafe, gullible!reader, sexual coercion/manipulation, deception, cheating, yelling, manhandling, implied murder/attempted murder

A/N‧₊˚ part of my angstober event!

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YOU SAT ON THE COUCH IN RAFE’S LIVING IN NOTHING BUT ONE OF HIS SHIRTS, WATCHING TV AS HE EMERGED FROM DOWN THE HALL. He had his phone and car keys in hand, the jingling of the metal causing your eyes to drift from the flashing of digital colors to him.

“Are you leaving?” You inquired, leaning your weight on one arm as you sat up on the couch slightly.

“Yeah, something came up but it won’t take long.” You frowned as you watched his frame edge closer to the front door of The Cameron Residence, his hand on the doorknob as he turned around to look at your half-dressed figure on the sofa. “Go put some pants on. Topper’s still coming by.”

You wanted to groan at his statement. “Can’t he hang out with Kelce? He always want to hang with you. Doesn't he have other friends?”

“He’s still upset about Sarah leaving him and he thinks she’ll pop up around the house. Look just, don’t say anything about her around him. Alright?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, mumbling something about Topper being annoying before turning away from him to face the TV once again, fully prepared to hear the slam of the front door signaling his absence. You never heard that confirmation, however. Instead, you were met with the feeling of Rafe’s calloused hand on your jaw just before you registered his quick footsteps, the man using his firm grip to tilt your head back where you were greeted with the sight of him staring you down.

“Drop the attitude. If I have to put up with you, you have to put up with him. So fix your damn face and be nice.” He told you sternly and in a hushed tone before releasing his grip and allowing your face to drop, the strain on your neck easing itself out. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the way his words stung in the slightest of ways. You could hear his heavy steps following their path back to the front door, the alarm system chiming and hinges creaking as he opened the door. “And I’m serious, go put some pants on.” Was all he said before you heard the slam of the front door.

NOT EVEN THIRTY MINUTES HAD PASSED SINCE RAFE LEFT. You’d resistantly done as he said, going into his bedroom and finding a pair of shorts you’d left here and tugging them on, despite them being swallowed by his shirt anyway, barely able to tell you were wearing them.

You were on the sofa again, laying on your back as you scrolled through your phone when suddenly, you heard the lock on the front door being twisted, mechanisms clanking against each other and echoing out in the expanse of the room. Head twisting towards the noise, a stream of sunlight welcomed itself in as Topper walked into the home, carefully closing the door behind himself.

Turning around, he was visibly startled by your face peeking above the back of the couch. “Oh, hey.” He breathed out, realizing it was just you. “I forgot Rafe said you’d be here, too." He spoke absentmindedly. "Where is he, by the way?” He questioned, walking around to stand in front of your outstretched frame.

You politely slid your feet off of the length of the furniture, clearing a space for him to sit next to you. You were both on two opposite ends of the couch and you didn’t miss the way he eyed the length of your exposed legs, tongue coming out to lick the corner of his mouth.

“He had to do something, said he’d be back soon.” You responded back, mainly giving your attention to your phone as you leaned against the arm of the couch and tried not to look at him. It was mildly awkward in the space — seeing as you’d only ever really interacted with Topper when your boyfriend was around and now that it was just you two, there was a tension that clouded the room. Rafe always served as an icebreaker and he wasn't here to break the ice.

Topper hummed in response. Eventually, you turned off your phone, diverting your attention to the TV and that was when you noticed it — Topper’s eyes fleeting to you every couple of seconds in your peripheral. Your legs were curled up underneath you and his eyes roamed your figure, up and down with little shame. This went on for a couple minutes until he spoke up.

“When did you say Rafe would be back again?”

Your wide eyes drifted to the blonde on the far end of the couch, nervously going between him and the program that was playing low in the background. “Oh, um, I didn’t. But he should be back soon.”

Only then did you notice Rafe had been gone for a fair amount of time. But it wasn’t anything new. Knowing him he could be back within the next five minutes or five hours, not a care in the world that you were stuck in the house with his best friend who wouldn't stop staring at you. Was there something on on your shirt? Did he want to say something?

“You know, he might be helping his dad. I heard something happened to one of the construction sites. A roof collapsed or something.” He told you, sitting up straighter. “...That could take a while.”

“Oh.” You said apprehensively. “If that’s the case then yeah, he might be a while. I can go to his room so you can have this space to yourself-”

“No, no,” Topper interrupted, dragging himself closer to you across the couch, now only inches away. Your back ached as you pressed yourself against the armrest, his sudden close proximity startling you. “I don't mind. We can keep each other company.” He spoke lowly, eyes boring into yours. One of his hands came up to caress your thigh, his fingers gliding across the flesh as your heart thumped in your chest. You didn't feel comfortable with that.

“It’s just that, I’ve been having a really hard time getting my mind off of Sarah, y’know? I could use the company.”

“I heard about that…” You mumbled.

The boy scoffed. “The whole island has. She really embarrassed me and it’s just been hard trying to act like I’m okay.” His eyes were on your lips now, eyeing them as he spoke. “But I think you could help distract me…”

You suddenly felt uneasy but also somewhat bad for him. As much as she had the rights to, Sarah had embarrassed Topper to quite the extreme. Not only did she dump him, but she was now dating a pogue who demeaned him at every given chance. It was a rivalry, of course. So, you couldn’t imagine his anger.

“Distract you…how?” Was the first thing that rolled off your tongue, the hand that was kneading your thigh coming up to gently grab your wrist.

“You could start by solving the problem you’ve created,” He said enigmatically, dragging your limp palm to rest against the crotch of his pants where you could feel a prominent erection poking through the fabric. The action set off alarm bells in your mind, quickly tugging your hand away and pushing yourself further up the couch.

Shaking your head side to side, you spoke a mile a minute. “I think I gave you the wrong idea. I didn't- I don’t think Rafe would be okay with this-”

“He is.” Topper blurted, cheeks turning red.

“...He is?”

“He would be. I’m his best friend, right? You gotta trust me, I know him better than anyone. Plus, he would be proud of you for helping out his friend. I know he would.” The boy explained.

Topper wasn’t a fool but he knew that you could be. Not a fool necessarily...gullible would be a better phrase. To some people, you seemed bimbo-ish — a pretty face with not a clear thought behind your eyes. He always thought that was why it was so easy for Rafe to walk you the way he did. Rafe had you wrapped around his finger and there was no doubt that he loved you, though it may not always seem evident.

Topper had always thought you were desirable and secretly admired the way you absentmindedly submitted to Rafe without hesitation, he didn’t know whether it was out of fear or love, or both. All he knew was that look that you got in your eyes whenever Rafe was around, that pleading, doe-eyed look you sported in the presence of your boyfriend was something he’d wanted to see up close and personal for a long time now. You were a craving, a sexual fantasy that Topper could never have. Not until now, anyway.

And if he had to spew a couple little white lies to get you to spread your legs, then he was going to do whatever it took. And Rafe would never have to know. Because he wanted you more than he feared Rafe.

“You really think so?” You questioned the validity of Topper’s claims, the only thing on your mind was the reward you’d possibly receive for helping your boyfriend’s best friend feel just a little bit better in the face of heartbreak.

“I know so. In fact, Rafe...actually suggested it.”

That statement made your gut twist. You didn’t know why, but it just did. It didn't sound like something Rafe would do, but Topper said he knew Rafe better than anyone. You guessed that included you.

“Well, if it’s okay with him then…”

The blonde smiled at this, his hands moving your waist and prying your frame off of the edge of the couch, practically yanking you into his lap. His blue eyes running between your pupils and your lips before he crashed his mouth against yours, wasting no time in slipping his tongue between them. You yelped into the exchange, the frantic neediness of it all catching you off guard.

You maneuvered your legs into a more comfortable position, now straddling his lap as his boner pressed directly against your core through the thin fabric of your shorts. You didn’t know how to respond to any of this — he was so much different from Rafe. You were used to the way Rafe loved you — the firmness in the way he kissed you, the small grunts he would let out in between each one, how he would eventually trail his kisses down the valley of your neck, the valley of your breasts, down your stomach.

Why didn’t he give Topper any kind of pointers when he suggested this? Probably because this is more for Topper than it is for you, you thought. This wasn’t for you at all, actually. You were a distraction. Or so you’d been told.

His tongue roamed the inside of your mouth, the warm muscle circling as it waited for your own to do the same. You tried to focus on pressing your lips against his with the same pressure, but you could never seem to catch whatever wavelength he was on. Eventually, he pulled back, his lips red, wet, and swollen.

Your eyes tried to catch his but they were laser focused on your collarbone that was peeking out above Rafe’s shirt. His hands balled into fists, balling up the fabric that you wore into them and pulling it over your head and dropping the garment to the floor, leaving the ‘v’ of your breast exposed to him. The bra you had on pushing them up, making them look plump. You didn’t miss how Topper bit his lip as one of his hands came up to fondle one of the rounds of flesh, his hips bucking up into you as he did so.

His hands circled your back, coming into contact with the clasp of your bra, ready to undo the item and let it fall until he seemingly decided against it, mumbling something about not wanting to make too much of a mess.

He was much more silent than Rafe. Rafe was not one to keep quiet during intimacy, always groaning, or swearing, and whispering something so dirty into your ear that you couldn’t help but moan out loud, arching into him.

The boy stood up with you on his lap, holding you up by your behind as to not drop you. With you in his arms, he turned as he stood up, gently laying you on the couch on your back. He wasted little time in dragging your shorts and underwear down your legs together, leaving you exposed and on display for him, a cool breeze passing between your legs.

“Shit…” Topper cursed under his breath as his eyes were glued to your dripping core. You were slightly confused when his hands immediately went to the button on his pants, undoing the closure and shoving the clothing down his legs, the fabric pooling around one of his ankles as he didn’t even bother to completely remove them.

He propped one leg up on the couch, the other planted on the floor as he pulled you closer by the hips. Using one of his hands, he guided the tip of his cock that was leaking with precum to your entrance. He teased himself before actually pushing it in, rubbing the head of it against the wetness that was dripping from you and onto the sofa, surely leaving a wet patch beneath you. Gliding it up and down, stopping to circle your clit before eventually pushing into you.

You let out a soft gasp, feeling a slight throb of pain as he stretched you out. You watched the boy carefully above you, one of his hands now outstretched as it gripped onto the armrest behind your head, eyes rolling back as his hips stuttered when his dick hit your cervix.

The intrusion didn’t feel bad but it didn’t feel great either. You didn’t know if it was because this was a foreign thing or because he just wasn’t Rafe.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to get you like this…” He muttered, almost mindlessly, under his breath. Eyes clouded over with pleasure as he drew his hips back slowly, only to push back in at an equally slow pace.

The statement threw you, prompting you to question his real motives but Topper was a genuine person, right? And he wouldn’t lie to you for no reason, especially not for his own gain…

Right?

He told you that you were just helping him take his mind off of Sarah, that this wasn’t wrong. So, you were taking his word for it. More than his word, actually. Topper wasn’t just Rafe’s friend, he was yours too, wasn’t he?

Topper’s slow pace wasn’t something you were fond of, you quickly realized. Your orgasm not even beginning to build but you kept quiet. This was to help him, not you. He was breaking out into a light sweat despite his slow momentum, biting harshly into his lips concealing any noise he may have made, veins protruding from his biceps as his grip on the headrest grew deathly.

It wasn’t long before he came, not bothering to pull out as he did so, letting his seed fill you up, some of it hitting the inside of your thighs as he pulled out. When he seemed to have emptied himself out, he barely acknowledged you as he retreated away, standing fully from the furniture as he shuffled his pants back up his legs.

His breathing was shallow and his face was flushed, he didn’t even bother to clasp the button on his pants back together before he was making his way down the hall, presumably to the guest bathroom to get himself together.

You steadied your own breaths, labored from the unfamiliar experience rather than exhaustion or pleasure. Carefully, you sat up straight on the couch, shimmying your panties and shorts back onto both of your legs and dragging them back up to your waist, trying to ignore the way the fabric smeared his cum against your thighs. Topper’s secretion was still dripping out of you, making the fabric against your center uncomfortable — hot, sticky, and scratchy.

Fishing around on the floor, you retrieve Rafe’s shirt that had been abandoned in the beginning, slipping the loose fabric back over the length of your body.

Assuming Topper had gotten what he needed and your job here was done, you headed upstairs, prepared to shower in Rafe’s room.

You tried to ignore that feeling in your gut that had been bubbling since Topper put his hand on your thigh. You just couldn’t put your finger on why you felt so bad about doing a good thing.

BY THE TIME RAFE HAD RETURNED, TWO HOURS HAD PASSED. You’d cleaned yourself up, just throwing on another one of Rafe’s old graphic tees and a pair of sweatpants. When you’d returned downstairs after your shower, Topper was sitting comfortably on the piece of furniture as if nothing had happened. However, when you went to sit down, he’d tried to beckon you over to lay under his arm. You’d politely declined.

So, you both sat in silence once again. Topper put on a movie to watch while you went right back to scrolling on your phone, getting a text from Rafe about an hour into the movie that he was on his way back.

When he’d finally gotten back, you couldn’t ignore the way it felt like a weight was lifted off of your chest, shooting your boyfriend a giddy smile as he shut the door behind him.

“Rafe!” You practically cheered, hopping off of the couch and skipping over to where he was kicking his shoes off at the door.

��Hey, I’m sorry that took so long…” He apologized mindlessly, eyes finally landing on you. “I’m glad you’re in a better mood.” He spoke, squinting his eyes with mild suspicion. His gaze drifted to Topper’s figure draped over the far end of the couch, jutting his head in his direction in greeting. “‘Sup, Top.”

“What’s good?” Topper replied nervously, not even able to maintain full eye contact with his friend. Rafe found it weird, making a face of confusion before ultimately letting it go. His eyes shifted back to where you stood in front of him, winding his arms around your waist, similar to how Topper had just hours ago.

Only Rafe’s touch was familiar — more comforting. The dirty blonde leaned down to press his lips against yours, kissing you lovingly for a few moments before pulling back as his eyes looked you up and down. His hands never left your waist as he walked you backwards towards the sofa. “Did you change?”

You glanced down at yourself, forgetting that you probably looked different than you did when he walked out of the door hours ago. You opened your mouth to reply honestly. You didn’t think what had gone down between you and Topper was some top-notch secret. After all, he said Rafe had suggested it. “Um, yeah. I just wanted to clean myself up after helping Topper out.”

Rafe’s face twisted at the statement. It’s not like it was an odd thing but he just had no idea what had happened while he was gone. “What happened?”

Now it was your face that was twisting, confused at his words. You opened your mouth to reply before Topper beat you to it, neck craned dangerously over the back of the couch as he spoke. “Oh, it was nothing, man. She was just being nice and getting me something to drink and spilled it on herself.”

Rafe seemed to take the answer at face value, not pressing any further as he guided you both to sit on the couch before he stopped in his tracks, hands letting go off you to rub at a dark spot on the fabric of the furniture that wasn’t there before he left.

“Did you spill whatever it was on the couch?” He questioned irritatedly, rubbing and scratching that patch that wouldn’t budge.

Neither you nor Topper responded as Rafe huffed, making his way towards the kitchen to retrieve something to try and scrub the stain out before Rose, the clean-freak she was, got on him about it. Standing over the sink however, he took notice of something — there were no glasses in the sink. In fact, the kitchen looked untouched from when it had been cleaned yesterday.

If you’d gotten Topper something to drink, where’d you pour it? Into the palm of his hands?

Rafe’s gaze rose to look at the blonde who was lounging on his couch and he’d looked up just in time to see his best friend’s gaze trail up the length of your frame hungrily.

The action made a thought appear in his mind, a crazy thought. Rafe wasn’t as naive as you, he saw the way his friends looked at you and heard the way they tried to speak to you when they thought he couldn’t hear. He didn’t expect any of them to act on their whims unless they intended to lose their lives.

He hadn’t even noticed your presence beside him until he felt your fingers on the skin of his shoulder through his shirt, shifting his gaze towards you who was peering up at him.

“Are you okay?”

The man’s eyes narrowed at you in the slightest, moving so that your faces were inches apart and he spoke in a hushed tone.

“The fuck did you do?” He questioned, tone short and mean. The look in his eyes had you scared and confused.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not-”

“So, nothing happened while I was gone?”

Your next response wasn’t as quick, mouth opening for a few seconds, eye fleeting between the two blondes before you answered. “All I did was help Topper out because he was sad about Sarah. He said you’d be okay with it, that you’d suggested it even-”

“Suggested wh- what the fuck are you talking about?” Rafe’s face was twisted, tone scolding as if he was upset with a child.

“I don’t know, he just started touching me and saying all this stuff-”

You were cut off when the irritated blonde grabbed you by the arms, slightly shaking you. “Tell me what happened.” He spoke menacingly. “All of it.”

You tripped over your words before you got them out, the blonde boy on the couch paying no attention to you and Rafe as you explained how he’d coerced you into sex only hours before Rafe came back. Rafe listened intently as you told him about his best friend came into his house, sat on his couch, and fucked his girlfriend. And he couldn’t believe that he was still breathing. Couldn’t believe that he sat, laid back on his couch like nothing had happened.

Topper was always telling Rafe how you were just a pretty face and had nothing going on up top. Rafe usually told him off, not allowing him to demean you. He’d never thought his words had any deeper meaning.

“...And I showered after. Rafe, I didn’t think-”

“Yeah, you never think. That’s your problem.” He snapped under his breath, snatching himself away from you.

He knew you weren’t the brightest when it came to reading people. You weren’t an idiot or anything. You did well in school, you were academically gifted. But for some reason, when it came to socializing, you just weren’t there. You never caught on to sarcastic jokes, you didn’t know when people were flirting with you or using you. You were oblivious in that sense.

So when he looked back to see you with your head lowered, looking more shameful and upset than he’d ever seen you, he couldn’t help but sigh, using one hand to pull your head into his chest.

“I didn’t mean that, okay? It’s not your fault.” He felt your arms wind around his waist as your face buried into his shirt.

“I didn’t know. It felt wrong but he said you were okay with it. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry-”

“Shh, stop. I know, I know,” He cooed, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Why don’t you go upstairs? Hm?” He pulled back, looking into your tearful eyes as you nodded, releasing your hold on one another before you made your way up the staircase, sparing a solemn look to Rafe before you disappeared.

Rafe eyed Topper who looked like he was struggling to ignore Rafe’s gaze burning into the side of his head. He didn’t know if he’d heard any part of your conversation but he could tell that the boy looked tense.

“Yo, Top?” Rafe called, back now turned as he inspected the kitchenware, eyes landing on the knife block before pulling out the chef’s knife. The object was swinging at his side as he turned back to face his friend.

“Yeah?” He replied, letting his gaze find the man standing in the kitchen. Topper looked nervous, a bead of sweat on his hairline.

“I hope it was worth it.” He snapped at him. "'Cause I'm going to fucking kill you."

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rafesapologist · 10 months

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the set up — rafe cameron; part two

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): cussing, slight angst (?), topper being annoying, some flirting, possible mentions of drug use

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: thank you guys for all of the love on the first part of this story! genuinely, it means so much to me that you guys enjoyed it. pls bare with me as far as adding some of you who asked about being on my taglist, i've had tumblr for like 11 years now but i've never posted my writings on here before so i'm figuring things out to keep it all organized! it's also likely this will become a series, bc there's so much more to tell w this story. let me know if you'd like to be added! anyways, thank y'all again. mwah

-𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿-

The plan was finally set in stone. After many weeks of scheming and devising up a strategy with the help of Pope's unparalleled intellect, and JJ's bizarre inebriated ideas, you and your friends eventually came to an agreement. You had one month to gain the trust of none other than Rafe Cameron, Kook prince and vain asshole. You knew ahead of time that the task itself was not going to be an easy one, especially after Sarah had warned you of how untrusting her brother was with everyone, besides his dad. What made it even harder was that Rafe already knew that you were a Pogue, his number one enemy in the world. But despite his wariness and bitterness towards your kind, at the end of the day, Rafe was no stronger than any other man when it come to his desires and urges.

Sure you were a Pogue from the Cut, but you still knew how to clean up exceptionally well, and regardless of how much he loathed people like you, Rafe couldn't resist you when you'd show up at the golf course he frequented, dressed up in your short pink tennis skirt and a white polo collar crop top. You knew that the fastest way to the Kook prince's heart was through cajolery and the use of magnetism, so when JJ scored you a job as a bev cart girl at his work in order to be in direct contact with the Cameron's son, you transformed your appearance to that of a temptress.

You had been employed at the golf course for about a week before you had a proper interaction with Rafe. Before that, you were mostly being occupied by his best friend, Topper Thornton, who made it his mission to chat you up during your every shift that he was there for. It was a minor displeasure to have to endure Topper's desperate attempts at flirting with you, but you reminded yourself that you were there for one reason - Rafe.

"Y/n! Hey!" You heard a familiar, grating voice call out to you, stopping you in your tracks immediately. Topper.

"Hey Top," you masked your irritation through a forced smile as you quietly sighed to yourself, mentally preparing for the exchange you were about to have, "what's up?"

Topper flashed you a small, genial smile in return at the sound of your soft-spoken voice, "Was hoping I'd see you hear today, the other bev cart girl kind of sucks." He joked in his typical monotonous tone, shaking his head as he let out a half-hearted chuckle.

Behind him you heard a deep, dry laugh approach the conversation, catching you off guard at the sudden noise. Your eyes shot over to the direction at which the sound was coming from, and once you discovered just exactly who it came from, your heart skipped a beat.

"What a simp," the smoky voice of the dirty blond Kook teased as he nudged Topper's arm, "flirting with the damn bev cart girl."

You could feel heat rise to your, now, flushed cheeks at the low-pitched tone that sent vibrations down your spine. You found yourself peering up coyly at the tall stature in front of you, soon being met with a piercing set of blue eyes that locked with yours. His stare felt rather domineering as he eyed your half-exposed figure, which only made you feel more vulnerable than before. As if that wasn't enough, your breath hitched when you noticed the way he bit down on his lip subtly while his eyes found their way to your mini skirt. The feeling of Rafe watching you so intently had your body heat rising gradually, an impuissant energy coarsing through your veins as you watched him tower over you.

"I do have a name." You interjected, deriding Rafe's comment that felt as though he was reducing you to nothing but a beverage cart attended, which had you rolling your eyes internally at his ignorance. However, in order to refrain yourself from catching an attitude with the boy, and quite frankly because part of you was scared, you pressed your lips together in an attempt to keep what composure you had left in you.

Topper chuckled in regard to your statement, finding it amusing that you had the guts to, somewhat, stand up to Rafe Cameron. Something very few people did, and the ones that did, barely lived to regret it.

"Well excuse me," Rafe tilted his head condescendingly at you, an arrogant smirk forming on his lips, "why don't you tell me your name then? Don't think we've had a chance to meet yet." His words sounded welcoming but his tone told another story. You could tell by his burning stare and snarky timbre that he was trying to get a rise out of you, this was a game to him. But it was his mistake for misjudging the kind of person you were, because you had just enough stamina to give it right back to him.

"Y/n," you stated matter-of-factly, "I've only been here about a week now, but typically I'm the one delivering the drinks to you and your friends. Which seems to be often." You satirize back at him, your voice remaining at the same soft and subtle pitch it's usually at, which only throws Rafe off even more at your remark. You could feel a sense of chagrin radiating from the petulant Kook as he momentarily glared at you, only to be set off even more once Topper erupts in a brief fit of laughter, patting his friend on the back in a teasing manner.

"See, told you she's better than the other girl." Topper bantered at his moody friend, whose glare hadn't left your figure since you spoke last. Part of you felt like withering away the longer Rafe burned holes into you with his scowl, but you remained in place, refusing to let him get the best of you.

After another minute of Topper basking in the humor of the situation that had just occurred, he finally walked off back to the rest of his friend group that accompanied him to the golf course, all of course being Kooks. Your confidence seemed to falter following the absence of the preppy teen, now having been left with the irascible Kook who seemed to have inched closer to you since you two had been left alone. You gulped quietly as you broke eye contact with the dirty blond, keeping your eyes glued to the ground as you felt him approach you closer and closer.

"You know I will say, even though you are a Pogue," Rafe lowered his voice, the sultry tonality of it purring in your ear as he brushed your hair aside, "you are pretty nice to look at." His tantalizing words setting off fireworks at the pit of your stomach, feeling as though your knees were going to buckle beneath you.

Then suddenly, an idea popped up in your head. You were there for a reason, and that reason was standing right in front of you, the perfect opportunity right at your feet. Play along with him. You told yourself.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, an innocent facade casted over your dewy-eyes. Your body language relaxed a bit, shoulders dropping as you attempted to invite him into your company before you spoke, "I don't see you doing anything about it, Cameron." You whispered softly, voice barely audibly to anyone besides you and Rafe. Your comment seemed to have taken him by surprise since his eyes went wide and his eyebrows raised instantly, but you could see a glimpse of amusement in his azure irides. A sense of victory washed over you as you realized Rafe was slowly, but surely, falling into your trap.

"Trust me," Rafe hummed to himself, looking your physique up and down once more, "I've thought about it."

You smirked up at him in response, "Why's that?"

"Because for the past week, I've seen you parading around this place like you have no clue in the world how these men look at you. So naive to the way they all gawk at you. I can't tell if it's just you playing dumb, or that you genuinely have never been told. But if that's the case, I'll gladly be the one to show you." Rafe whispered fondly in your ear, his body so close to yours that the smell of his cologne clouded your airways and put you in a daze.

"What would you show me?" You asked naively, acting as though you were blissfully unaware of the way that those putrid old, rich men gaped at you as you strolled around on your golf cart, hoping they could get a better view up your skirt as the wind blew while you drove by. Truth be told, their goggling made you feel queasy and uncomfortable, but you had a promise and a plan to stick to for your friends' sake, even if it was at the expense of your amenity.

"I'd take you out of that hell-hole of a place you Pogues reside at. Show you what it's like to be a Kook for once. With your looks, I think you'd fit in just nice. A Kook princess." Rafe's eyes began to darken with a strong urge to covet you to accept his offer, except little did he know, it was exactly what you wanted to hear from him.

"So prove it to me."

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"No fucking way." Kiara expressed in disbelief at the recount of your interaction with Rafe Cameron earlier that day. Proud was an understatement to describe the feeling your friends' had towards you once you had told them just how the boy immediately fell for your tricks. In all honesty, the Pogues, yourself included, assumed it would take a bit of time to weasle your way into Rafe's interest, but in reality all it took was a short tennis skirt and flashing your doe eyes at him. It was almost comical how fast the leery Kook fell for it and you.

"So now what? Where do we go from here?" You asked, walking over to the dilapidated couch where your best friend, JJ, sat with a joint in his hands. As usual, you found your seat right in JJ's wide-open lap as you gently snatched the blunt right from his fingers and putting it in-between your gloss covered lips. The blond frowned at the theft of his beloved joint, but his sorrows were soon erased as he watched you inhale, becoming entranced in your movements, unbeknownst to you.

"Just keep things going with him," Sarah added, "keep him interested. Rafe's usually the type to use girls and disregard them afterwards, so you've got to keep him on his toes."

You sighed in response, taking in the magnitude of how difficult the plan your friends' conspired may be. "Alright, sounds easy enough." You replied sardonically.

"He's not going to be an easy one to crack, but we've got to do this. If this doesn't work, we'll all be fucked." Pope chimed in with his typical state of panic and distress.

"It'll be fine, Pope. Y/n has got this." Kiara reassured, flashing you a small supportive smile as if she could sense your own self-doubt radiating off of you.

"Well I'm going to bed, it's been a long day," John B announced as he stood up from the armrest of the couch, "good job with everything you did today, y/n. Knew you could do it." He smiled as he approached you, giving you an encouraging high-five before ruffling up your hair some. Behind the brunette came Sarah, who followed him back to his bedroom once she said her goodnight's to everyone in the living room.

"I think we're gonna head out, too. Pope has been stressing me out about this damn plan all day and my head hurts." Kiara commented shortly after Sarah and John B exited the room, "I'll see you guys tomorrow." She gave a soft smile before dragging Pope to the spare bedroom of the chateau with her. With the new absence of your coupled-up friends, you found yourself sitting in a comfortable silence with your blond best friend, JJ. You sat slouched horizontally across his lap, feeling his warm fingertips trace gentle lines across your exposed thighs.

"Y/n?" JJ muttered, his blue eyes somewhat hazy from the high he was experiencing.

"Hmm?" You hummed tiredly as you turned your head to face him.

"You're not like, actually gonna date him.. Are you?" The boy asked with all sincerity in his voice, which made your heart flutter.

"Of course not, that'd be crazy." You laughed, shrugging off JJ's evident concern.

"Okay good. Yeah I just, I don't know, that dude is crazy. A girl like you shouldn't be caught up with someone like that." JJ stated, scratching the back of his head as the feeling of awkwardness crept up on him while he approached the new topic.

"What do you mean by that?" You raised your eyebrow at him in confusion, lost by what point he was trying to get at.

"Well you.. You're you, and Rafe, he's just insane. Dude gets in fights every other week, I mean he's definitely got to be on something. No sober, right-minded person acts like he does and he just-"

"What about me?" You interrupted the blond's endless tangent, which could have went on for hours if you let him keep talking.

"Oh. Well you know, you're important to me and I just don't want you getting hurt by him. He's not a good guy, y/n. And if he ever did something to you I'd kick that son of a bitch right in his-"

"JJ," you stopped him, laughing at his blethering, "that's not going to happen, I promise you. So don't worry about it." You assured him, shaking your head lightheartedly.

"Just sayin'." JJ added as he shrugged, his back beginning to sink further into the couch as his body grew more relaxed. You found comfort in that moment with your dearest friend, watching his chest rise and fall gradually as he breathed. You felt yourself growing more and more drowsy as the mixture of silence and a comatose state washed over you. Ignoring the fact that you were still sat in JJ's lap and not having the energy to care to move off of it, you allowed yourself to rest gently against JJ's chest, his warm skin heating you up like a blanket. He accepted your gesture and gave you room to snuggle up into him, nuzzling your face into his neck gently. Before sleep could fully take over, you felt JJ shift a bit as he leaned over to grab the nearest blanket next to him, throwing it over the two of you just before shutting his eyes and dozing off to sleep himself.

It was safe to say you felt a great sense of accomplishment at what you had managed to achieve that day, with Rafe seeming to so easily give in to his desire and invite you into his life without much question. However, it was just the beginning and you still had an entire month to gain his trust and keep it. It all seemed so easy, but anything involving Rafe Cameron was bound to be complicated.

But nobody could have anticipated what was to come.

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jjasen · 1 year

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have you ever been in love?

summary: confessions at Midsummer’s with JJ

warnings: alcohol, cursing, angst aplenty

a/n: for context, reader is Kiara’s childhood best friend and hangs out with the Pogues, and is also family friends of the Camerons ❀

word count: 2.9k

You and Kiara made your way across the neatly manicured lawn of the country club towards the Heywards, who were setting up the grill, arms linked as you tried not to stumble in your heels or trip over the hems of your dresses. Kie disentangled herself from your arm in order to approach Pope as she called out in an absolutely atrocious British accent, “Excuse me sir, but are we supposed to shuck these ourselves?”

Pope spun around, ready to chew out another entitled kook, but relaxed when he saw it was the two of you. He nodded at you, then addressed Kie, “That accent was really bad,” he laughed. She made a face and scrunched her nose at him.

“Looks good, Pope,” you smiled at him. “What are you making?”

“Oysters,” he replied. You wrinkled your nose, and seeing your expression, he offered, “You know, oysters are supposed to be natural aphrodisiacs.”

“You’re not really selling it well, Pope,” said Kie, rolling her eyes and adjusting her purple flower crown.

“Oh, shut up,” he said, “Anyways, I thought the two of you weren’t coming to this Midsummer’s shit.”

“Kie’s mom made her go, so she forced me come to ‘suffer in the oppressive horde of elitists’ with her,” you explained, turning your head as you heard somebody call out your name. Sarah waved at you from the porch and beckoned you to come over.

“Little miss Kook princess is summoning your presence,” Kiara grumbled. Pope snorted, glanced at you, and unsuccessfully tried to play it off as a cough.

“Kie, you know I’m not getting in between whatever happened with...that,” you said patiently, rolling the shell pendant of your necklace between your fingers. She rolled her eyes but waved her hand at you and smiled gently, signaling you to see what Sarah wanted. You trekked back across the lawn and smiled as you approached the vivacious blonde.

“Babes, you made it!” Sarah cheered, looping her arms around your neck and pulling you in. You could smell her flowery jasmine perfume, and her wavy blonde hair tickled your nose.

“Yeah, I did! Sorry I missed your entrance, though, Kie and I were running late. You came with Topper, right?” You asked, glancing at her aforementioned boyfriend, who was sulkily nursing a crystal tumbler full of amber liquid and glowering at everyone who approached him.

She winced. “Sore subject. Let’s go get something to drink, yeah? I’ll tell you all about it.” You followed her to the bar on the edge of the dance floor, where Sarah ordered you both glasses of lemonade with sparkling water, sprigs of edible flowers and mint adorning the glasses.

You smiled as you sipped your drink at one of the tall bar stools. “Tastes like childhood,” you said, having drunk countless glasses of the fizzy lemon beverage at Tannyhill with Sarah. The two of you continued to chat, watching couples, including Ward and Rose, drift in their finery and flower crowns across the dance floor.

“I swear to god, she’s going to poke Wheezie’s eye out with that thing,” Sarah laughed as you watched Rose squeeze the youngest Cameron sibling to her side as she talked to the Dr. Thornton. She suddenly frowned and glanced over at you, fiddling with her necklace and biting her lip.

“Do you think you’ve ever been in love?” she asked, her face solemn, her honey-brown eyes widening.

You thought of your friends, of the Pogues, all of you laughing together at the Chateau. You thought of JJ slinging his arm around you, belting out Taylor Swift lyrics with you, a beer can in his hand, of his casual, lopsided grin when he called your name.

“I don’t know,” you said uncertainly. “Maybe. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. I just- I just don’t think Topper gets me, y’know?” Sarah said, eyeing him and Kelce, who were downing shots and laughing on the porch. She traced a finger absentmindedly across the rim of her glass. “He’s just...so serious about everything. I don’t know, he’s getting really possessive all of a sudden, and I feel so- so suffocated, I guess.”

You nodded and hummed in contemplation, understanding that she already felt smothered by her father’s expectations, but in the back of your mind you were still thinking about Sarah’s question.

Had you ever been in love?

Was it love that you felt when JJ plucked a blushing pink beach rose off of the bushes that lined the boardwalk and tucked it in your hair, saying it reminded him of you? Was it love that time he taught you how to surf and applied aloe to your sunburnt back, and every muscle in your body tightened when his touch lingered a moment too long over you? Was it love when you answered his drunken 3:00 a.m. calls, and he slipped through your bedroom window just to hold you tight as he cried over his father?

You blinked rapidly, trying to clear the thoughts of him from your mind, and turned to Sarah, who sprung up off of her stool all of a sudden. “Come on, let’s dance!” she exclaimed, grabbing your hand and dragging you onto the dance floor impatiently, her hand gripping yours tightly, and you tried not to stumble over the hem of your dress.

“Sarah, you know I don’t dance,” you insisted, resisting her insistent tugs on your arm.

“It’s not that hard! I’ll teach you, I promise. It won’t be the same as our Just Dance battles, I swear, I’ll go easy on you,” she wheedled. You rolled your eyes and relented, allowing her to take both of your hands and place your left hand on her shoulder, the other resting on her waist. She guided you through a basic waltz, despite the jazzy, fast-paced music that was floating through the night air, the string lights bathing everything in a warm, golden glow.

“Okay, I’m going to spin you now!” she exclaimed gleefully, twisting her arm and letting you go. Your eyes widened as you felt her hand slip from yours, and you stumbled into Rafe instead of whirling back to Sarah. He was standing at a table alone, tumbler in hand, and he grabbed your waist with one arm, lifting his drink higher with his other hand so as not to spill it.

“Hey, watch it!” He exclaimed gently. “You okay?” His forearm clenched around your waist to steady you as he looked down at you and set down his drink, a mixture of concern and amusement in his eyes.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said, avoiding eye contact and tucking your hair behind your ear. You were unsure with where you stood with Rafe after his altercation with JJ and Pope at the annual summer movie night. “Sarah was trying to spin me, she was teaching me to dance, and I-”

Rafe cut you off, waving his hand. “It’s all good,” he said absentmindedly, his eyes focused on something over your shoulder. If you had looked behind you, you would have seen JJ drawing near. “Here, show me what you got.” You glanced up at him as he caught your hand smoothly and twirled you, the skirt of your dress gently swirling out around your legs.

“Okay, okay, pretty good!” He encouraged, looking you up and down. You laughed and let go of his hand, turning around to look around for Kie and biting your lip.

Instead, you saw JJ approaching the dance floor, a tray of empty glasses perched with ease on one hand. He adjusted his bowtie with his other hand as he jogged down the porch steps towards you, looking dashing as ever in his server’s suit despite the purple bruise shadowing his jawline. You furrowed your brow, sure that you’d asked him yesterday if he was serving at Midsummer’s today, and that he had replied that he wasn’t.

JJ strode past you and lightly brushed your waist as he slipped behind you to hand a note to Sarah, and a shiver rushed down your spine at the brief contact. He glanced at you, at your dress, his gaze hardening as he saw Rafe standing behind you.

“JJ!” you greeted him, “I didn’t know you were serving tonight.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t know you were here with him,” he said, jutting his chin at Rafe, “so I guess we’re even.”

“What? No, I’m not-” you faltered, but he turned around to go back inside.

“While you’re at it, get me a Mai Tai, huh, buddy?” Rafe called out. “Make it two!” Kelce jeered, making his way over to you.

“Rafe, please stop,” you said coldly, sending him a scathing look as you tried to follow JJ up the steps, where Kiara’s mother grabbed your wrist.

“Mrs. Carerra!” you exclaimed, startled, straining to to see if JJ was okay. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Rafe, Kelce, Logan, and Noah follow him into the club. Your stomach sank with dread. Not again, you thought, please, don’t hurt him.

“Honey, just let him go,” she said, with sympathy in her eyes. “Boys like them, they’re not worth it.”

You jerked back, unexpectedly stung at her words. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Carrera, but I really have to go,” you said, looking for JJ desperately through the club’s windows. “He’s worth it to me.”

Striding in purposefully, heels clicking on the floor, you ran through room after room of the country club in search of the blond pogue. “JJ?” you called out, hearing nothing but the distant music and chatter of the people outside in response. You made your way back outside, disheartened, hoping to find Pope and Kie to help you find JJ.

You hurried across the wraparound porch, looking for a glimpse of Kiara’s lavender dress or a flash of brown curly hair as you rushed down the steps.

“Look- look, man, I can walk myself, I got legs,” you heard. JJ. Wide-eyed with disbelief, you watched as a security guard roughly manhandled JJ across the porch. Heads turned to watch the confrontation.

“Hey, Mr. Dunleavy, I see you got your drink there, I’m actually gonna down that,” JJ rambled, “Whew!” The security guard tightened his grip on him and jerked him down the steps. “Thanks, Daryl, really appreciate the discretion,” he said sarcastically, “I actually just need to find my date and I’ll be going...oh, there she is.”

JJ turned to Daryl, spreading his arms wide and giving him a mocking salute before snagging your hand. “JJ, what are you even doing?” you whispered, taken aback. He shushed you. “Pope, Kie, Rixon’s cove! Let’s roll!” he called over his shoulder, and you could hear Mr. Heyward and the Carreras admonishing their respective children as they ran to join the two of you, whooping with delight.

Your heart began to pound as JJ took your hand and led you through the crowd with ease. You grinned despite yourself as the two of you broke into a run across the grass, hand in hand, veering around the club to where his motorbike was parked. Pope, Kiara, and John B were right behind you, panting and laughing, as JJ grabbed the extra helmet he kept for you and held it out.

“We’ll meet you guys there, just give us a sec,” he announced, leaving no room for discussion. You wondered what had happened with Rafe, what had been said or done, that had gotten him so worked up. Once the others had loaded into the Twinkie and left, sending the two of you curious, questioning glances, you turned to JJ, helmet in your hands.

“Okay, what’s going on?” you asked gently, stepping towards him and setting your helmet on the seat of his bike.

“Did you come here with Rafe?” JJ asked, his voice rough and scratchy, a strange tone of urgency in his question. The way he was looking at you made you feel feverish, a flush rising to your cheeks, and you were the first to break the intense eye contact.

“Why do you care, JJ?”

“Because- because I just do, okay?”

“That’s not a reason,” you frowned. You fiddled with your necklace, the grooves of the seashell familiar and soothing to your touch. It was a tiny white clam shell that JJ had pressed into your palm once at the beach, a hole already bored into it. “For you,” he had said, grinning, his blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight, “a good-luck charm.” Later that day, you had strung it onto a dainty chain and clasped it around your neck, and hadn’t removed it since.

JJ ran his hands through his hair roughly, pacing back and forth in front of his motorbike. “Fine. You really wanna know?” he snapped. He gesticulated wildly in the direction of the dance floor. “That was supposed to be me and you out there.” He huffed. “Listen, I like you, okay? I fucking- I fucking really like you, and I hate that I feel this way. I hate that I let myself think that I could ever deserve you. Shit, I’m falling in love, and I don’t know how to stop.”

He rubbed his hands over his face and glanced at you, his gaze softening.

“We- we can pretend this never happened, I swear- shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen. I’ll get over you, I promise, just please- please don’t leave me,” he said desperately, his voice breaking and his blue eyes shining with unshed tears, begging you to respond with something, anything.

Something in your chest broke at the thought of JJ believing you could ever be capable of abandoning him. “JJ,” you whispered. You wanted, in that instance, to touch him more than ever, to pull him close to you. To hold him tight and never let him go.

“Listen, just tell me nothing is going to come out of this so that I can stop hoping, ok? I just- just please -” he rambled, before you reached for his face. You gazed into his clear cerulean eyes so intently you could have counted each of his eyelashes, and flickered your eyes down to his lips.

“JJ, stop,” you whispered. “I didn’t come here with Rafe. I would never do that to you.”

“What?” He blinked at you slowly, scanning your face in confusion, furrowing his brow.

There was a blond eyelash on his cheekbone, and you brushed your finger over it, your cheeks burning, warm all over. You looked down. “I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.”

“What?” he said in disbelief. You gave him a gentle smile, and leaned in closer. You could feel the contours of his chest, feel his biceps flex as his arms hovered unsurely around your waist, the heat of his body incandescently burning through the thin silk of your dress.

Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed a careful kiss to his cheek, light as a feather. You continued to brush your lips down towards his jaw, stopping at the sultry curve of his mouth. You could feel the pounding of JJ’s heart, his pulse quickening at your touch and his breaths shallow. Pulling away, you looked into his blue eyes questioningly. Was that ok? Did you like that as much as I did? You tried to communicate through your gaze.

“Oh,” JJ mumbled. “Oh.”

Leaning down, with that casual crooked grin of his, he brought his hand up to cup the bare skin of your neck, the other now firmly pressed into the small of your back, drawing you into the delicious heat of his body. Before you could blink, his lips were crashing down on yours and your hands were tangled into his hair and his hand was tracing your jaw, blissfully hot and feverish and oh, so this is love. This is what love feels like.

Breathless, you moved to gasp for air as JJ continued to lean into you, wanting more, nestling into your neck and trailing hot sloppy kisses down your collarbones. “I thought,” he murmured between kisses, “that I’d never get to do this with you.” He pulled away to look at you, his expression soft, vulnerable, blue irises gleaming beneath half-closed eyelids, the crescent shape of his mouth curving gently. You felt giddily intoxicated with his proximity, as if the edges of your body had melted into him, and you pressed him closer to you.

JJ cleared his throat and let out a low laugh. “We should, uh- we should probably head over to the cove,” he whispered, his breath heady and hot against your cheek. You nodded, reluctant to let him out of your embrace as he tenderly put on your helmet and clasped it beneath your chin. You straddled the bike behind JJ, and he glanced back at you, as if to check that you were really there, that this was real, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. You smiled at him widely and pecked his cheek in reassurance.

And then you were flying through the air, cheek pressed against JJ’s neck as the wind whipped through your hair, your arms wrapped around his waist. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen flex as he leaned forward, accelerating, and you thought, yes, yes, I have been in love. I am in love.

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Mosaic

TW: Toxic!Rafe. Toxic!Reader. Toxic and manipulative relationship. Degrading language. Language. Smut. Choking. Spanking. Anal sex.

SUMMARY: Your decision to try and make Rafe jealous with Topper has crossed a line your boyfriend won't soon forget.

WORD COUNT: 3000

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Dark!reader and Dark!Rafe being toxic maybe she flirts with Top to make him jealous

Mosaic

College was supposed to be the time in which you found yourself. But the only thing you managed to find yourself in was a severely toxic relationship with Rafe fucking Cameron. Six months ago, you would have laughed at the girls who gladly surrendered whatever remaining dignity they had just for a chance at one night with him. Hell, one hour. But a few sweet conversations, one nice date, and countless orgasms later, and you became one of those same girls.

Your heart fell between your thighs and pulsated there with the promise of his focus. However long it would be. And yet it had always begun the same. Some fraternity party with inflamed egos and enough girls at their disposal to make up a parade. And you loathed how watching him flirt with them was always fruitful. Nothing more than his backwards cap and a few compliments and his fingers were already on her hip. His eyes well aware you read this from afar. The tip of his digits you'd kissed not even the night before were now sourcing some girl's pants in the kitchen of his fraternity house. And you hated just how wet it made you.

But the only thing you were more than wet was angry. Frustrated with how effortless he had women at his disposal. Even if you understood why as he had been given your undeserved forgiveness with those very fingers in the times you'd threatened to leave him. But within seconds, you were purring for him like the bitch you were. Knowing the pain was well worth it for the pleasure.

"Why the long face-oh…" Top asked as he emerged from the steps you'd leaned against while in disbelief to the sight.

"So are you guys…together?" You turned to answer Topper before realizing he was nervous. Confident and collected Topper Thornton was not so subtly asking you if you were available. Handsome enough to get a rise out of Rafe, also assisting in the fact he was a fellow fraternity brother, you devised a plan for your boyfriend to understand how sour a taste jealousy was. Because up until now, you never gave him much of a reason to worry. You were swallowed by the effect of Rafe. That intoxicating presence and voice-those fingers, his cock-

"Do you wanna play beer pong?"

"Um…yeah…su-sure…" You smiled at how pliable Topper was for your attention. Able to bend in either direction solely to your will.

This was going to be fun…

You aligned yourself on the south side of the table, watching as the guys across filled your cups.

"Did you give us another lightweight, Thornton?"

You cocked a brow, pulling an extra beer from behind you before pouring your own shot of whiskey, consuming it down in a series of gulps.

"Now you have a chance." Even though you meant this towards your opponents, the side glance offered towards Topper made your intentions known.

The first ball struck the far left cup, a satisfying pop made as your opponent drank your cup. One would then land in front of Topper as he drank and then missed his own shot. Hits and misses continued as you took small moments once noticing Rafe's eyes were set onto you. That same girl still under his arm, but his interest in her dwindling back to you.

"Here…" You turned towards Topper, fingers gingerly wrapped around his hand as you brought the ball to your lips, pressing your gloss into the sphere.

"For good luck…" You seduced the words themselves as he swallowed hard. His eyes plagued to wonder how your lips felt. And not only to his mouth.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, wrapping you in his arms as you charmed the final ball to win the game.

"Beginner's luck…"

"She's no beginner…" Rafe interjected from the sidelines, your eyes falling immediately to his expression. Those lustful eyes appreciating your curves hidden poorly beneath a skintight dress.

"She's a liar…"

"Learned from the best, Cameron." He cocked his jaw as you wrapped your fingers between Topper's.

"Want to dance?" You asked, pressed against him as his eyes flashed to Rafe, whose jaw was clenched enough to threaten to crack his teeth. But your two fingers to Top's jaw redirected him to you.

"We both know he couldn't keep up." This was reason enough for Topper to choose you as you led him to the backyard where the dancing was in full effect. Sza playing with bass shaking the floor as you ground into Topper. His hands gluttonous to your hips as you could feel him develop against your tailbone.

"Hey Top?"

"Yeah?" He asked as you now faced him, hands over his shoulders and neck as your eyes feigned focus to him as you noted how Rafe was enraged.

"When are you gonna kiss me?"

"Now…" He pressed his lips to yours and you were able to forget about Rafe. Long enough to bask in a new set of hands adorning your hips. Even from the first moment with Rafe, he was angered, masking this behind passion. But you knew better. That was lust. Pure. Selfish. And this with Topper was careful desire. It burned the same, but not quite as deep. But it was enough to get your point across. And it wasn't as if you were suffering.

"Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend-" Rafe charged at Topper as you were forced apart. But you stood between them, hands on both of their chests.

"Seems to me you don't know how to hold on to her, man-"

"You couldn't handle her. Wouldn't last five seconds with her riding you…from behind, she's fucking greedy…and on her knees…"

"Don't talk about her like that-" Topper moved to defend you but you couldn't help but feel pride in how Rafe spoke of you. The crowd amassed around you only fueling this fantasy of Rafe defending you.

"She fucking loves it. Makes her little panties nice and wet…" he spoke at you as you cocked a hip, a hand finding purchase in that new bend.

"IF she's even wearing any…" He knew you well. Too well. It was as annoying as it was intoxicating. "Better yet, Top. Ask her why. She didn't come here wearing nothing for you to find that out."

You loathed how he always knew. Your games, he seemed to make the rules. Your rules, he broke them without recourse. And you let him. Just like you always would.

"You don't own me, Rafe. Made that clear with your knuckles in some other bitch not even half an hour ago." By now, Topper no longer cared to defend you, realizing you did enjoy this. It showed in the way your chest heaved and your lips parted, your eyes widening when they should be narrowing in how he spoke against you.

"Every part of you is mine. Not an inch that hasn't been touched…" He smirked. "Every. Inch…" You blushed, aware this was the truth. Before him, you were rather inexperienced. A few lovers that were nothing but stepping stones to the Everest he ascended you to. Positions and angles you thought were impossible, sensations that were indescribable. Yet, he brought them to you in every exchange. Even those fueled by hatred and anger. Especially those…

"Speaking of inches…" You held out your hands to show a depiction of his size. Although lying, made it appear as if he was below average. A pity fuck you offered out of guilt and obligation.

"Not even worth the five minutes…"

"Such a little bitch, not worth the attitude." He looked around at the crowd. "Little warning to anyone who tries to fuck her…she likes it when you choke her a bit from the front but slap her from behind. Might even cry if you say you love her. You don't even have to mean it…"

This was too far. No amount of dirty words or sultry apologies would fix that. Tears in your eyes and you were marching somewhere in solitude. A door closed just as quickly as it opened again, your body unable to find rest for even a second before your name was sounded before you. The slam shaking the rest of the house.

"I'm not joking, Rafe, get out!"

"You and I both know that I could have you on your knees…You love being degraded…because you're my little-" he stood over you, a hand to your cheek, believing it would work as it always had.

But not this time.

"No! You can fuck with me. You can fuck me, but saying that about love-" he paused, rolling his eyes.

"You know it's all part of this…we rile each other up-'"

"You think there's only you here? But Topper's fingers felt so good against me-"

"Stop it."

"So you get to touch someone else? But I can't be touched?!" You stood, finger against his chest.

"You don't like the idea? Someone else fucking me? Their fingers…their mouths? Maybe more than one…you have some hot friends…ones that would treat me better too…last longer-it" He suddenly lunged at you, your face in his hands.

"You know I love you, but you wanna play games that I'll always win…You want to try to embarrass me and I'll make your ass as red as your cheeks when I have my say-"

"You-" He took hold of your jaw.

"As far as fucking you…You can try, baby…but we both know you'll be thinking of me. Every depraved way you've come for me…how I can make you just by…" He was teasing your nipples, the thin dress making this possible.

"Doing this…"

"Stop it…" You spoke with every attempt to be confident but every one of his motions making this nearly impossible.

"You're cruel-"

"And hard-" He pushed you towards the back of the bed.

"You're an asshole."

"And you love me…"

"Who's more fucked up between us then, baby? Hmm?" By now, his entire hand was over your breast as he pulled the fabric low enough to gain access.

"But you pull shit like that again and you can go fuck yourself…."

You clenched your jaw.

"Fuck me yourself, you coward!" You spat as he pushed you onto the bed. Your dress scrunched at your hips as he pulled you to the edge. Two fingers threatened to enter you as you kicked his hand away.

"You don't get to touch me after you touched some other bitch." He lowered over you, pinning you down and forcing those fingers inside. Your head pulled back and your lips parted with a wince for how rough he had been as you gasped.

"I am going to touch you whenever I want. However I want. And you're gonna come for me like you always do. Because you're such a fucking whore for my fingers." He tightened his grip on the back of your head.

"Let's be honest, baby, you're just a whore for all of me, yeah?" When you didn't respond, he altered his focus. The fingers remained but he released your hair, undressing himself instead. Your eyes opened at the moment he came to view.

"Stop fucking staring and do something about this…it's your fucking fault…"

"Why dont you have her do it?" You spat, pulsating for him as he pulled you to the edge.

"Because she doesn't cry as pretty. Now open that dirty little mouth…" He forced your jaw apart with a thumb between your lips, but you nipped at the pad of his finger.

"I have no problem finishing in your tight little ass…wouldn't be the first time…"

"I wanted you to enjoy this…even though you don't fucking deserve it. Because I love you…but your pushing every fucking button. Now open or you don't get to come at all."

"Slow!" He shot as you took him to the extension of your throat. Your eyes softened to the pleasure read across his face. Such strong features strained because of you. Your tongue. Your throat. Your suction. Every bit making him nearly manic as he guided you as he pleased. Your well-being forgotten and replaced with his selfish need to release.

"Too much for you baby?" You grunted and took him faster.

"Slow the fuck down. I'm not coming down your throat. You're gonna convince me you deserve to come. Work for it." His eyes rolled to the way you took him now. Love behind such convictions as a mask for the way you hated him. You hated him with a passion. A passion that pooled between your legs.

"That's my girl…my dirty girl…" he moaned.

"Yeah…yeah, just like that…" his dominance faded into consolation of his cruelty. His grip sporadic in strength and fault before he was riding into your sore throat with his need to come.

"Fuck…" But just as he tightened, the ache deep enough to make him groan as he withdrew from you, you were taken to the bed. Your dress forced from your body as you were set ass first.

"Lay on your side."

"I-"

"One fucking word and I'll go fuck her instead. And it will be your fault for not listening. Only have yourself to blame sweetheart." You obliged, out of pure desperation.

He directed your ass apart, but only to tease your folds with his cock.

"You're gonna be so fucking sore. And you're gonna thank me for it if you know what's good for you-" He thrust. One single thrust that bottomed out immediately. Your close leg pulled until it tested over his back as the either one craned around his hip.

"I said you could say a word…but I want you to beg for it. Remind me why I put up with your bullshit…"

"Rafe!" His hand came around your throat as he bent you against yourself. Your knee against your chest.

"Fuck!" He grunted before lying behind you, reinserting himself from this angle-or so you thought.

"Look at it." He guided your head down. "You make me so fucking hard so you're gonna do what's necessary to help me…" He used your thighs to thrust himself between.

"Play with it…" You cupped your hand over his head, brushing your thumb over the weeping tip.

"It's crying for you, baby…so fucking sad you think you have a choice to be with someone else…but it's always gonna be my cock you want, yeah?"

"Rafe-" he choked you again. This time, his hand to your clit in accompaniment. Your leg pulled over his knee as his forearm pinned it in place.

"Think Topper would know how you need it? Both know he'd try…but he couldn't even get you close…"

"Rafe…" You mewled, his fingers making you manic. your body tightening as he allowed you the first tremors. That orgasm on reach before he halted.

"Now me." He thrust into you again, murderous paces making you whimper before he focused on you again. Repeating this process for hours. Long after the final beer downstairs had been consumed as you had been drunk on the depravity of each other. Sweat and ache coexisted between you as he pulled you into a slight fold. Your fingers eating into the mattress were pinned by his just as your hips had been by one of his legs. His cock imprinting his abundance as he spoke a mix of cruel compromise into your ear and neck. A dominant hand visiting your clit and nipple until you were a shaking mess between his muscles.

"You think you should get to come after your games? You don't fuck with me…you get fucked by me. Only me." He forced your jaw to face him, pushing your hips into the bed as he spoke.

"I want to hear it. Your mine." When you didn't respond, he hit your ass. Twice. The second time harder than the first as you groaned.

"Ahhh! Raaaafe!"

"Tell me and you get to come." You knew it was a layered act of submission. It didn't just mean you could come. It meant you forgave him enough to let him. You knew he would follow behind you. You knew he'd tell you it was your fault. You knew it meant a repeat of those tears and that pain. But also this pleasure. This pleasure you couldn't find and didn't twang in anyone else.

So you granted yourself that self-deprecation.

"I'm all fucking yours…"

"Yeah? Then come all over the cock that's yours." He set his lips to your ear.

"Because I can touch someone else…but only you make me come. Only you get my cock. Only you get to hear that I love you." His words were as sweet as expected while you found him pounding his final thrusts into you.

"I love you…I-" he winced, his grip unapologetically sharp as it bruised your skin and the final snap of his hips granted you that release that brought that undeserved forgiveness yet again. Stars behind your eyes and an ache between your thighs.

"Now for this ass…" he hit hard as you gasped.

"Rafe-"

"You thought we were done baby? I thought you were smarter than that." He parted your legs again, only now to lift the head of his cock to that second hole.

"You still have to pay for your little games." And with one cruel thrust he was inside of you again, pain and pleasure walking hand in hand yet again.

Every broken piece of Rafe finding your own shattered construction that somehow came together into some beautiful portrait. A picture nobody else understood. But nobody else had to. It was beautiful to you. Beautifully broken. Chaotic. But yours all the same.

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allbark-no-bite · 1 year

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who are you mad at.

topper thornton x reader (wc: 3.4k)

summary: Topper doesn’t appreciate John B’s friendship with his girlfriend. sometimes all it takes is a blowjob and a little bit of forgiveness

warnings: 18+ smut, blow jobs, mentions of blood, over possessive boyfriend

author’s note: not me actually writing something with plot lol. i cannot believe all of the support i got on my last post, thank you all! i’m know that this isn’t Rafe lol, but i hope you’ll all give it a shot!

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As a little girl, I could never understand why the sheriff and the judge always drank coffee on my grandads front porch. It took me a few years to realize that it was probably for the same reason that the judge's grandson was always so sweet on me.

Politics in a small town like Kildare run deep on family ties and favors. It's all about who's blood is running through who and who's bed you wake up in when the sun comes up. As my best friend Sarah has often laughed about, it's all about how you know or who you'll blow.

Speaking of which, Topper's zipping up the fly on his jeans, fingers fumbling as he misses the hole for the button and has to try again. His cheeks are noticeably flushed, blue eyes distracted as he fidgets with his shaggy but nevertheless, neat crop of hair. No one would expect anything less of Figure Eight's golden boy.

I can't help but smile, biting my lip in an effort to conceal it from where I'm knelt on the floor. He's stupidly pretty. Blue eyes, straight nose, chin that dimples when he smiles.

He must feel my gaze on him because he catches my eye as he's buckling his belt and looks back at me. "What?" he laughs, breaking out into a bashful smile that matches my own.

"I don't know," I say, still smiling, and accept the hand he offers to pull me to my feet.

I don't remember when exactly Topper and I stopped being friends and started actually dating. It all happened so naturally that I don't know if we ever really distinguished between the two. One day we were just friends hanging out, getting drunk at the Boneyard, and then the next week he's kissing me at a party for everyone to see, like it wasn't a big deal that my best friend was kissing me. In some ways I guess it wasn't. It had never occurred to me that I would date anyone else. Sure Topper had dated Sarah for a while, but even that was short lived, and he had always been very upfront with me about it.

"Just you, I guess," I propose, grinning wider as he circles his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

He's dressed up nicer than usual this evening for the Carrera's anniversary party in a billowy blue and white button up and khakis. The light colors pale in comparison to his bronzed skin, a likely permanent feature that the Carolina sun has given him.

"Really?" he hums, pecking my lips as my head tilts back to look up at him. My lips purse pliantly in response. Topper brushes aside the hair from my shoulder and hums, immediately pleased with the amount of exposed skin that he is rewarded with. The tank top that I'm wearing gives him the opportunity to ghost his lips along my shoulder until he settles on placing a kiss to the crevice of my neck.

My fingers curl into the brunette roots at the base of his neck at the attention. "It's not often I get you to myself."

With Topper's mom being the overbearing mother that she was, and the pressure that came with being the Judge's grandson, it was hard to get him out of their sights. However, if either bothered him, he never confessed such qualms to me. Such reasons are also why I think he was more privy to the political concept of our relationship than I was.

I remember being sixteen when a neighbor called the cops on one of Kelce's parties well after midnight. Of course no one knew this until Shoupe and a couple of his deputies showed up, sirens blaring. Most definitely a little buzzed and close to sobbing in the backseat of Shoupe's patrol car, I couldn't understand why Topper was so calm at the time. He just kept repeating, 'Don't worry about it, baby' and 'It'll all be fine'. At the time I hadn't noticed we were the only ones not in handcuffs. I thought for sure I was going to spent the night in jail and then my parents were going to kill me the next morning. He obviously knew something I didn't because twenty minutes later the patrol car was pulling into my driveway, Judge Thornton waiting on the porch with my grandad to take Topper home. The three of them shook hands and not a word was uttered about the incident again.

Topper dips his head to capture my mouth again, his teeth catching on the pout of my bottom lip.

Pressed to the front of my body, I feel his dick twitch in interest. I'm half compelled to drop to my knees and suck him off a second time just for the hell of it. The only problem is that he's got lipstick smeared on his mouth and his shirt is wrinkled and he's going to be late.

"Topper—" I begin.

"I know—I know—I know," he stresses, leaning down to kiss behind my ear again and then my cheek. "I'm going, I'm going."

Just when he pulls back and I go to step away, he grabs my face again, drawing my mouth back for another kiss.

"Topper—"

"I love you," he mumbles quickly after what is probably his hundredth kiss. "Okay. I'm going. I'll see you in a minute."

I watch him slip out the back door of the pool house we'd escaped to momentarily. I look over at the clock. What was supposed to be a quick five minute make out had turned into nearly half an hour. Thankfully, no one had been sent to look for us — namely my friends. Besides Kie and Sarah, the boys were off treasure hunting with Big John.

With all of the craziness going on in the past week, I was glad for the occasion to celebrate and enjoy the party. The evening air is cool and people are chattering excitedly, laughing and enjoying drinks. I spot Kie with her parents as I move throughout the crowd and she waves me over with a smile. Once I’m close enough, she latches onto my arm.

“We’ve got to get out of here. Big John was kidnapped, the boys are running off to South America to save him, and my parents won’t let me out of their sight,” she whispers through gritted teeth.

“Shit,” I whisper.

“Yeah, shit,” Kie stresses.

“Okay, okay. Don’t worry, I’m on it.” Turning to her dad with the brightest smile I can muster, I link arms with Kie. Thankfully, I fit in the with standard of friends Kid’s dad wants her to have, and he seems to be thankful I hang around.

“Hey, Mr. Carrera. I’m just going to steal Kie away for a moment. I promise we’ll be right back!”

He blinks, as if thinking about it for a moment before nodding. “Okay, just stay out of trouble you two.”

“We will!” I take off, dragging her with me as soon as the words leave his mouth. We haul it through throngs of tipsy guests, dodging anyone who might think to stop us.

“Wait!” Kie yelps snagging my arm before we reach the dock. Out of breath, I skid to a stop beside her.

“What—”

“Oh God,” she breathes.

Heart racing with adrenaline, I take another step towards the dock, dragging her along with me. “Kie, whatever it is, we have to go—”

“It’s John B. He’s talking to Topper.”

Straight ahead of us, I can make out John B’s wild head of hair and dingy yellow shirt. Him being the taller of the two, I glimpse the familiar white of Topper’s shirt just in front of him. Their voices are escalating by the moment, and I can make out the sound of Topper saying, “I want to know why you’re looking for my fucking girlfriend—”

“Oh God,” I repeat this time.

“(y/n), you need to go,” Kie stresses.

I take off before she even finishes her sentence, not even excusing myself as I dash past unsuspecting guests. People have started to stare and a sizable crowd has formed around them.

“— just because she’s your girlfriend doesn’t mean she can’t have friends without you.”

Topper scoffs. “Oh I see. This is about your little treasure hunting bullshit. So you think you can just run around with my girlfriend, do whatever the hell you want with her without me knowing?”

John B shoves him backwards, hard. “That’s not true!”

“John B, stop!” I shout, shoving my way to the front of the crowd as Topper catches himself. But it’s too late, John B is already grabbing the front of Topper’s shirt and yanking him to his feet.

The thing is, it’s not that Topper can’t defend himself, he’s more than capable of holding his own. It’s that he won’t. He won’t ruin his reputation in front of half the town. All he does is sneer, breathing hard as his blue eyes glint with hate. Topper had never liked my friends, only tolerated them for my sake — up until now.

“You think I don’t know?” Topper jeers. “All you’ve ever wanted is to get with (y/n).”

That’s all it takes for John B to swing. I scream as Topper stumbles backwards to the ground. Chaos erupts around us. I see Mr. Carrera hoist Topper to his feet, and my heart clenches at the sight. Blood is leaking from his nose and a dark rouge colored ring has already begun to form around his eye. When I move forward to help him, John B grabs my arm.

“We have to go. Now.”

My feet planted into the ground, I glance down at his split knuckles, and then back at Topper. Who do I choose? My best friend or my boyfriend?

Voice strained, I turn to John B. “I can’t just leave—”

“HELLO!! Now or never, guys!” JJ is on the dock with Kiara, and Sarah. Pope and Cleo are already in the boat.

“Go!” John B urges, shoving me in front of him. With one last look over my shoulder at Topper’s bloody face, I take off running down the dock with John B behind me.

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I know he's mad before he even yanks the passenger side door open and drags me by my elbow to the car. Although his scowl and matching black eye are pretty heavy indicators, it's the stalk from the drivers side and around the front of the Jeep that tips me off.

"Get in the car, (y/n)," he barks without so much as a second glance at me.

John B and Pope glance at each other apprehensively. JJ and Kiara share similar looks.

With the passenger side door now open and Topper waiting for me to march myself over there, I hesitantly stand my ground. Anxiously, I swallow back the swell in my throat. "Go home, Top."

He throws his hands up in exasperation and shakes his head. "This—this is fucking ridiculous. Get in the car, (y/n)."

When I don't make a move either way, Cleo speaks up. "Leave her alone, man. She ain't gotta go nowhere wit' you." Her thick accent rings out loud and clear, but Topper pretends as though he doesn't hear her.

Having enough of our back and forth game, Topper strides over and grabs a firm hold of my elbow, intending to move me himself. Although I take a reflexive step backwards, I don't fight him off. At the same time, John B steps forward, ready to give Topper a black eye to match the other.

"John B, no," I immediately blurt out, twisting as best I can in Topper's grasp. "It's fine. It's fine." Sighing I turn back to Topper. "Okay," I relent. "Let's go."

We drive in silence for a while, waiting for the other to speak. I'm half hoping he won't and we'll make the entirety of the trip without uttering a word. Across the seat, we make eye contact and I scowl at him for the split second our eyes meet. Then I turn away and cross my arms with an air of defiance.

When I glance sideways at him, his jaw is clenched, eyes fixed on the road. I know him well enough to know that he's weighing out his options on what to say, determining what kind of conversation we're going to have.

He opens his mouth, starting to say something, then closes it and drags a hand over his jaw. "How many times did I call you?"

I shrug. "I don't know—"

"God dammit, (y/n). How many times did I call you!??" He slams his hand down on the console this time.

"I DON'T KNOW, TOPPER."

I do. Twenty-seven. He called twenty-seven times in addition to the missed texts and multiple question marks. I don't admit that though because it's easier to scream back at him than to admit that I was purposely avoiding his calls.

"You have got to stop hanging around with the wrong people. Start making better decisions." He's lowered his voice to a more appropriate volume now.

I glance over at him, a narrowed look on my face. "Who are you mad at, Topper?" I question. "Because I don't think it's me."

In the drivers seat, he continues to stare ahead at the road. "It's always fucking John B, isn't it. You always have to go to his rescue."

I set my jaw, knowing where his mind is and where this is going. "I didn't sleep with him, Topper."

Topper scoffs as if to make light of the situation. "Oh, for sure. You really expect me to believe that?"

"It's not like that. He's my friend."

We pull into his driveway, and Topper finally turns to me after parking the car. "Yeah? Well I'm your friend too, (y/n). You ever fucking think about that? Why do you think you're not sitting in jail right now with the rest of your so called friends?" He jabs a finger into his chest. "Me. Because I care about you!"

My back pressed up against the passenger side door, all I can do is blink in surprise. I'm not used to Topper yelling at me, and I'm not so sure I like it. I'd never thought about it that way before and guilt begins to creep into the pit of my stomach. My eyes suddenly sting and my nose burns with the threat of tears.

"I'm sorry," I whisper barley audible, my voice cracking.

Topper falls back heavily into his seat and sighs, running a hand over his face. Without a word, he gathers his keys from the truck's ignition and steps out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Teary eyed, I watch him take the steps up the porch and pace up and down the length of it while repeatedly running a frustrated hand through his hair. I get out of his truck and walk up the steps after a few minutes. Confident that he's done yelling but unsure of where we stand at the moment, I stop just short of him.

Hands in his pockets, Topper runs his gaze over me from head to toe after coming to a stop in front of me before he emits another heavy sigh and curls his hand around my jaw, forcing me to look upwards at him. "Answer me when I call you, alright?"

Nodding, I swallow under the weight of his hand as his fingers travel down to my throat. His blue eyes are focused and yet lack their usual jubilance. I nearly whine in relief when he leans down to kiss me.

He tastes fresh, like he always does, a mix between peppermint gum and mint toothpaste. The taste resonates within me a type of unspoken forgiveness that I sense is being granted as his other hand presses my body into his. I can feel the rigid outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts, and it sends my heart racing in anticipation.

The thing about Topper is that he's always been able to read me impossibly well, and so when he disconnects our mouths by using the leverage of his hand on my throat to hold me back, he chuckles airily. "Feel me? That's what you do to me, you little tease."

I paw at him, grabbing at the waistband of his shorts to pull his body closer. Topper is nearly a foot taller than me, and I have to crane my neck to look up at him.

"I'm sorry, Top."

He hums, the thumb of his hand moving to tug at the swollen pout of my bottom lip. "Are you? He's only giving me a hard time now, not even allowing me to answer before his thumb slips into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. "Going to be good for me then?"

The weight of his thumb is so soothingly familiar that I forget to respond in favor of suckling around the digit.

"Baby." He's quick to remind me, drawing his thumb from my mouth and swiping it wetly across my cheek to grip my jaw again.

My flushed cheeks forced into a pout, I nod as much as his hold on me will allow. "Mhm."

Topper glances over his shoulder, briefly surveying the closed blinds of the windows looking out on to the front porch, and then back to me.

"Alright, on your knees, pretty girl."

He doesn't have to ask twice. He's undoing his belt with one experienced hand and gathering a fist full of my hair at the back of my head with the other. Once removed from the confines of his boxers, his cock bobs at the freedom.

If there's one thing myself and multiple other girls in the Outer Banks can attest to, it's that sucking off Topper Thornton is a pleasure. I'd heard the rumors whispered around school even before we started dating. It was weird at the time, having to hear that kind of thing about my best friend, but once we started dating, I understood where they were coming from. With some guys, blowing them is an outright chore, but not Topper. He knows exactly what he's working with and how to use it.

Once again, he's heavy in my mouth. This time in a pleasurably aching way. His tip nudges the back of my throat, and I have to remind myself to relax and breathe through my nose as tears spring to my eyes. He swipes away a stray tear before it can fall.

"There you go, baby. Good."

He doesn't buck up into my throat, forcing me to gag and sputter as I try to accommodate his length — at least not this time. Topper just fists my hair and rocks slowly back and forth, eyes rolling as my throat clenches around him. My nose nearly digs into his pelvis by the time he's satisfied that his cock is nestled as far as it can get into the heat of my throat.

With the makeshift ponytail, Topper pulls almost all of the way out of my mouth before guiding himself back in. Each time the mushroomed tip kisses the back of my throat, he pulls his cock out of my mouth again. All it takes is a few good strokes before he's spilling into my mouth, moaning while I struggle to take him all. He pulls out when he's finished.

"Swallow," he instructs, tilting my jaw back so that I have but one option. Not that I would argue with him anyhow. I'm used to how he tastes, salty and strangely satisfying, His hot release slides down my throat. At first I would have wrinkled my nose at the thought of such a thing, but strangely, I've become accustomed to the taste. It's uniquely Topper, as odd as that sounds.

He helps me to my feet and plants another slow kiss to my swollen lips. I keen at the attention, my brain feeling sluggish and wishing he would just wrap his large hand around my throat again.

"I love you," he finally murmurs, pressing a find kiss to my forehead; a stark contrast to his manhandling moments before.

"Love you too."

Around us, the porch goes dark for a split second and I bolt into Topper's arms before the lights flicker back on. This repeats a few more times; long enough for us to realize that his dad is likely on the other side of the front door.

Topper groans. "Shit."

"Shit."

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itneverendshere · 11 months

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i did something great - rafe cameron (one shot pt.3)

people asked and I delivered, here's part 3!! part 1 and part 2

warnings: SMUT; rafe cameron x kook!reader; kook!reader x topper (only mentions of them); exboyfriend!topper; possessive!rafe; mentions of violence (rafe beats the shit out of topper); mentions of slut-shaming;

Rafe's hands trembled with restrained fury as he watched Topper, the embodiment of a cunt, standing before him.

He recalls the way he stared down at your cheek like his eyes could will the twinge of the pain away. The memory of Topper's hand striking your face replayed in his mind, igniting a fire within him. He took a deep breath, determined to control his temper, for your sake.

His expression was agitated, visibly angry. His eyes searching for familiar faces in the crowd.

His fists clenched tightly as he made his way through the crowded party, his eyes were fixed on that fucker, no longer someone he could call a friend.

His muscles flexed with the motion, bulging against the short sleeves of his open button-up shirt. They remained tense as he crossed his arms over his chest. His teeth gritted behind his closed lips.

He reached Topper, surrounded by their sycophantic entourage, and the crowd seemed to sense the impending confrontation, creating a circle around them. Rafe's voice cut through the clamor, sharp and resolute.

"Thornton," Rafe said, his voice low and controlled, “A word."

Topper snorted, clearly amused by Rafe's attempt at confrontation. “What's the matter, already grew tired of her?”

Rafe's grip on his emotions almost slipped but he kept his voice steady as he ignored prying eyes from old friends and strangers.

“Keep it down before I shove that beer up your ass.”

Topper, wearing a smirk of arrogance, turned towards Rafe, his eyes filled with mockery.

"You should thank me, really. I mean, I handed her to you on a silver platter.”

He was going to snap. Sooner or later.

Rafe's jaw tightened, his voice cold and steady. "Stay the fuck away from her.”

His gaze locked onto Topper's dark eyes; his resolve unwavering. He took a step forward, his voice laced with a quiet determination.

Topper's smirk faded slightly, taking a step back, his courage waning.

“I’ll do whatever I want with her.”

“Not anymore.” Rafe declared firmly.

That declaration made Topper’s lips twist up into something akin to a smirk. “I’ve been a lot closer to her.”

Rafe’s shoulders tensed, and for the first time, it seemed like Topper’s words got to him.

“I know exactly how close you got.” His voice darkened, and anyone could practically picture the look in his eyes.

Topper laughed humorously, heading tilting back to let the single tone ring out in the air.

“I know you’ve always had a thing for whores, but keep it down will ya? It’s embarrass—"

But before Topper could finish his sentence, Rafe's control snapped like a taut wire. In an instant, his fist shot forward, connecting squarely with Topper's jaw.

The crack echoed through the room, silencing the surrounding chatter. Topper stumbled backward, his mouth agape in shock, crashing into a nearby table. The onlookers gasped, their eyes widening in surprise.

Rafe's hand throbbed with pain, but the catharsis of the punch surged through him, fueling his defiance. Topper, clutching his jaw, glared at him ignoring the humiliation plunging through his body.

"If you ever even look at her," Rafe's voice seethed, “I'm going to make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life. You won't be safe anywhere. I'll hunt you down."

Topper's arrogant bravado crumbled under the weight of Rafe's chilling threat. He'd seen what happened to people who crossed the Cameron's.

He took a step back, his eyes darting around nervously as he realized the depths of Rafe's determination. The room buzzed with whispers and murmurs, but Rafe paid them no mind.

He closed the distance between them, his presence imposing and threatening. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, carrying a chilling undertone laden with the promise of vengeance.

"I'll be watching you, Topper. Every move you make, every breath you take. And if you even think about laying a finger on her again, I'll make sure you regret it. Consider this your only warning."

The room buzzed with whispers and murmurs, but Rafe paid them no mind. He stood firm, his chest heaving, blue eyes locked on Topper, daring him to retaliate.

"I'll make your life a living hell."

Topper, muttered a half-hearted threat, “She’s not worth all of this. I know you, Cameron.”

Rafe's eyes narrowed as he heard Topper's dismissive words. The mention of his name from his former friend only fueled his anger further, but he remained as composed as he could.

A defiant smile tugged at the corners of Rafe's mouth, pressing a finger to his lips as he hummed, “You think you know me, Topper?”

Without warning, Topper swinged. But he was standing way too close to Rafe, almost chest-to-chest with the taller man. He should know better. They’ve been in too many fights before, he messed up.

There wasn't a single good angle from which to strike and his arm took a wide arc away from his body to get the necessary momentum and distance to hit Rafe with any force.

His head leaned to the side with almost supernatural agility, narrowly avoiding the blow, missing its mark by mere inches. The coldness in Rafe’s eyes intensified, his once simmering fury replaced by an unrelenting resolve.

At that moment, the transformation was complete. His emotions had given way to something far more sinister. A chilling calm settled over him, his features hardening into an expression devoid of mercy or empathy.

Topper stumbled, his momentum carrying him off balance and causing him to take a couple of unsteady steps to the side.

“Oh, you’re gonna wish you were dead Thornton.”

His face drained of color, crumbling under the weight of Rafe's unrelenting aura. The reality of his actions finally caught up to him, and he found himself paralyzed by the consequences that awaited him.

Seizing the opportunity, Rafe moved swiftly, his muscles coiled with power. Instead of a wide, telegraphed swing, he unleashed a precise and devastating uppercut aimed directly at Topper's nose, the sound of bone meeting bone echoing in the air.

His body went limp, his eyes rolling back even before he crashed to the floor. Kelce, who had been watching the altercation unfold, reacted instinctively, catching his arm to prevent him from collapsing entirely.

“Sweets dreams, bitch.”

When Rafe climbed through your window at 2 in the fucking morning, hands bruised and hair a mess, as if he’d run his hands over it a hundred times, you expected him to be drunk off his ass, followed by some kind of outburst, maybe some tears.

Not this.

The way he was looking at you, knuckles bloody, shirt sloughed…You know he most certainly punched the living shit out of Topper at the party, and maybe if you weren’t full of him, you’d care and give him a speech about violence not being the answer.

You squeak as your boyfriend presses you further into the mattress, his heavy hand resting on your upper back, slotted just between your shoulder blades, forcing you into the meanest arch possible as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

His thrusts are deep in this position, and the sheer force of his strokes leaves you sobbing. It’s like he can’t get enough of you. The hand keeping you molded to the mattress slithers around your throat, then to your hair, lifting you from your arch and pressing your back to his chest.

With two orgasms having already been ripped from you previously, one from his thick fingers - yeah the rings always did it for you - and one from his mouth, your body has gone limp, your mind is buzzing with euphoric numbness.

“Rafe..”

“Hmm, flower?” There’s a teasing lilt to the low rumble of his voice.

“Jesus.”

“No just me,” His voice carries a captivating melody, a mischievous playfulness, “You told me you could take it.”

You and your stupid fucking mouth. It's almost funny, almost, how you lose any ability to make coherent thoughts when he’s close to you. It’s hardly fair someone can be this good-looking, with the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, and a cocky attitude to match.

Your breath catches after one particularly vicious thrust, feeling the head of his dick drag repeatedly against that spot deep within you that makes you tremble uncontrollably.

“Said you’d be good for me, flower,” The warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear makes you shudder.

"Can you just—“

You swallow thickly, as you feel his head lift from your shoulder, lips plush and wet, before ticking up a brow. You can’t believe Rafe Cameron is yours. The sight of him like this, a new view you’ve yet to grow accustomed to, makes you lose your words.

"Jus' what?” And then, as if he read your mind, one of his hands snakes around to you front giving skilled circles to the slick flesh, “This?”

The overwhelming sensation makes your eyes roll back, your thighs shaking and pussy clenching as he continues to fuck you raw. The sound that leaves your throat is nothing but desperate and your hand grips the sheets harder, knuckles slowly turning white.

His jaw is going a little slack as he rolls his hips into you, fucking you slowly.

“Flower,” Rafe hisses, “Behave.”

He watches the way his cock pumps into your pussy, eyebrows drawn together, lips slightly agape.

Fucking hell.

He can’t help but tremble behind you, groaning in your ear with each new thrust into your wet heat. Using one of your hands, your fingers curl into the thick locks of his dark blonde hair, tugging just enough to make him moan against your ear, and you mewl out his name.

You pull lightly at the hair that's curling in his neck as he starts to suck on your neck. Rafe’s tongue rubs over the spot he has been sucking on and you're pretty fucking sure that he just gave you a hickey.

“Rafe.” You whine out his name, but it comes out garbled and broken.

He lowers his head, until his forehead rests on your shoulder, cock twitching inside of you.

"Have no idea what'cha doin' to me, flower,” his voice is coarse and dark and your eyelids flutter, "You're mine."

The flush of vibrant red adorning his cheeks exudes the scorching heat of his fervor. His eyes, simultaneously untamed and dark, gleam with an intensity that lays bare an unquenchable desire raging within.

“I’ll kill him,” He breathes. He hits every desperate angle with you face down again and folded. You barely register his words until his cock throbs inside you, and you can feel the anger rolling off him in waves.

“Later,” You mumble. “Fuck. Can kill him — later.”

You’re completely flat against the bed now, cheek pressed to the mattress. It feels like he’s about to fuck you through the mattress, which you would like.

“Fuckin’—“ He bucks his hips; pushes up against your g-spot, and you mangle his name on the desk. “—Cunt"

He snaps his hips up. Harder; harsher than before. Your stomach pulls, muscles clamping down around his cock. You can feel yourself clenching around him, white hot pleasure building on the edges of your brain, until there's nothing left but him him him.

Your vision swirls, and your body shivers with ecstasy as a third orgasm rolls through.

You look at Rafe, from the corner of your eyes, marveling at his skin's sheer layer of sweat. It knocks the air straight out of your lungs, has you going limp, while the muscles in your thighs and abdomen clench, holding and squeezing his dick inside of you.

You can hear him moan deeply, sounding far far away and then his cum hits your walls, paints it as he buries himself deep deep inside of you. You suck in a few breaths and feel him doing the same, chest heaving against your back.

"S’good to me, flower."

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tayrcse · 3 months

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Until We Drink

✎ summary: You and Rafe are just friends… when you’re sober.

✎ characters: Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, Kelce

✎ word count: 591

I’m just one of the guys when

I’m with you and your best friend

Staying up till 3, watching trash TV

Singing country songs in your backyard

Telling jokes, laughing too hard

Nobody would know

You’ve seen me without clothes

“Yes!” Topper cheered, jumping from his seat in excitement. You, Rafe, and Topper were all sitting in Rafe and Topper’s dorm room, watching the football game, and your team had just scored a touchdown. Rafe holds out his hand to you for a fist bump, and you oblige, smiling widely.

At the football game after party, you sat next to Rafe in front of the fire pit, singing along to one of your classmates who was playing his guitar. Rafe leans over, whispering a joke into your ear, and you burst out in giggles. Looking at the two of you, no one would have a clue about your true relationship with Rafe.

We’re not together, but we’re not not together

I kinda like it, but I can’t do this forever

Cause we’re friends

We’re just friends

Until we drink

Until it’s late and all your roommates are asleep

All of sudden, got your hands all over me

You and Rafe weren’t together. But you weren’t not together either. You kind of liked the way things were between the two of you, but you knew you couldn’t do it forever either. You and Rafe were friends. Just friends. That is, when you’re sober. You and Rafe were just friends until it got late and everyone went to bed. Then, suddenly, his hands were all over your body, and you were no longer just friends.

We never talk about what’s going on

We’re casual, we’re nothing

We’re the furthest thing from love

Until we drink

You and Rafe never talk about what’s going on between the two of you. It was casual. No, it was less than that. It was nothing at all. You and Rafe weren’t in love. You were purely platonic… when you’re sober.

We always act like it’s nothing

Like we’re just having fun, and then

I’m too drunk to drive

So I just stay the night

It happens every time

You and Rafe always brush it off. ‘We’re just having fun,’ you think. But, then it gets late, and you’re too drunk to drive. So, he tells you to stay the night, just this once. Except, it wasn’t just once.

In the kitchen doing shots around the sink

Sloppy dancing turns to kissing in your sheets

We never talk about what’s going on

We’re casual, we’re nothing

We’re the furthest thing from love

Until we drink

You were in Rafe’s frat house kitchen, doing shots around the sink with Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. Drunk dancing with the boys quickly turns to you in Rafe’s room, tangled in his sheets, his lips covering yours, a battle for dominance ensuing.

You don’t talk about what happened the next morning when you wake up in his bed. There’s no reason to. You and Rafe aren’t together, after all.

I don’t care

I do though

I want more

Maybe I don’t

What are we

It doesn’t make sense

Cause we’re just friends

Until we drink

It didn’t bother you, right? It shouldn’t bother you that there was nothing more between you and Rafe. But, maybe you want more. No, you were just confused. You didn’t know what you and Rafe were, and it was messing with your head. Your relationship didn’t make sense. You swear you’re just friends. That is, until you drink.

#outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #Spotify #tayrcse

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sm-tlov-r · 2 months

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Smut one shot requests (I write them on Wattpad & here but you can only request on here, my Wattpad user is sm_twrit_r) I only do male smut sorry

Baby:

-damiano younes

-niccolo govender

- Brando de sanctis

-fiore fiorenzi

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Harry potter + fancast:

-theodore nott

-mattheo ridde

-tom riddle

-lorenzo berkshire

-regulus black

-blaise zabini

-cedric diggory

-harry potter

-ron weasley

-fred weasley

-george weasley

-draco malfoy

-professor snape

-professor lupin

- James potter (fancast)

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Outer banks:

- JJ maybank

- john b

- poper heyward

- rafe cameron

- topper Thornton

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The vampire diaries:

-damon salvatore

-stefan salvatore

- Enzo st john

-jeremy gilbert

-tyler lockwood

- alaric saltzman

-klaus mikealson

- elijah mikealson

-kol mikealson

- kai parker

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The walking dead:

-daryl dixon

-rick grimes

-carl grimes

-negan smith

-glenn rhee

-ezekiel sutton

-jesus (Paul) monroe

-abraham ford

-alden

-merle dixon

-dwight

-shane welsh

-micheal mercer

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Stranger things:

-steve harrington

-eddie munson

-billy hargrove

-jonathan byers

-dimitri

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Riverdale:

-jughead jones

- archie andrews

- f.p jones

-sweetpea

-fangs fogarty

-reggie mantle

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Shameless:

-ian gallagher

-lip gallagher

-carl gallagher

-mickey milkovich

-kevin ball

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Grey's anatomy:

-derek shepherd

-alex karev

-jackson avery

-mark sloan

-george o malley

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Random:

- Jake webber

- johnnie guilbert

- Colby brock

- Sam golbach

- Vinnie hacker

- ghost (cod)

- ghostface

-dominic fike

-javon walton

-jaden walton

-matt sturniolo

-chris sturniolo

-dean winchester

-samwinchester

-percy jackson(og)

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The rookie:

-tim bradford

-john nolan

-wesley evers

-aaron thorsen

-henry nolan

----------------------------------------------- if there's any kinks, tropes or setting you want in lmk in comments or lmk in messages

MY WATTPAD IS DOWN RIGHT NOW!!

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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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.”

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Midnight Beach

Part 5

Request: Yes or No

not very pleased with this part

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"Hey, you've reached Rachel (L/N). Leave a message and I'll get back to you soon."

"Hi, Mom... I-I was wondering if you had plans to come home. School's going to start up again next month and I was wondering if you'd be here for graduation. I already called Dad. He, uhm... He didn't pick up either. I don't know if you'll even listen to this but I just... I hope you at least come for a day. Just one day. You probably don't think it's a big deal, but it is to me. My counselor says I'm en route to be valedictorian, just like Dad. So, I wanted to call and ask what your plans were. Anyways, hope you're having fun. Bye."

Setting the phone down on the kitchen island, (Y/N) bit down on his bottom lip, pressing two fingers to his forehead. He tilted his head to look at the pictures on the small table pressed against the wall. The family pictures on the table always stared holes at him when he ate. A taunting reminder his parents were never around. A reminder he'd spent his high school years alone in a big house cause his parents couldn't stand the sight of each other, let alone want to be around the child they created together.

His phone vibrated and a shot of hope ran through his veins, but when he looked at the contact, he was only met with disappointment. Sighing softly, he answered the call and held the phone to his ear. "What's up, Rafe?"

"H-Hey, man, uh... I..."

"Rafe? What's wrong? You okay? Did Barry-"

"No, no, no... It's just... Uhm, Sarah's not going to the Bahamas with Dad anymore. T-There was an accident at the tracks and uhm... Sherriff Peterkin got hurt. It was that Pogue. That Pogue did it, yeah. John B. He, uh, he shot her."

(Y/N) stared down at the marbled island, letting the information settle in. Sherriff Peterkin? Shot by John Booker Routledge? The same guy who couldn't even beat Topper Thornton in a fight? And Sarah, fuck, Sarah had been there. "Shit, Jesus, do you need me to go over there? Is Sarah okay? Is Ward?"

"No, stay home, (Y/N). We're fine. I'll... I'll call you if I need anything but listen, Sarah isn't in the right state of mind right now. If she calls or says anything... Don't trust her. She, uh... She's been saying, uhm... strange things. Dad says it's the shock talking, alright? If she says anything to you, tell me, 'kay? I'll see you tomorrow. I gotta go."

"Rafe-" The phone beeped signaling Rafe had hung up. (Y/N) pulled his phone from his ear and held it, looking down at his confused reflection on the black screen. It'd only been that morning Rafe had told him all about John B attacking Ward and Ward deciding to take Sarah to the Bahamas for her own safety. What a hell of a day for the Cameron family.

Sliding off the barstool, (Y/N) shut the kitchen lights off, plunging the house into darkness. He made his way up the stairs and into his room, plugging his phone into the charger and collapsing into bed. He stared up at the ceiling, fingers toying with the waistband of his sweats. His head turned to the side, gazing at his phone in. He thought about texting Sarah, asking her if she were okay. But Rafe's words kept him still. She needed space, he decided. She needed to process things. He'd go by their place in the morning.

Sleep didn't come easy to him, with everything going on how could it? But he'd found it after laying in bed for two hours. The morning shone brightly through his thin curtains, gently pulling him out of his sleep and encouraging him to start his day. He did his typical morning routine before heading downstairs to grab some crackers and head out. He drove down to the Cameron Residence, listening to the radio talk about the warrant out for John B and the 25k price reward for bringing him in. He shoved another cracker in his mouth and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, pulling into the driveway and parking. Dusting his shirt off, he climbed out and walked toward the front doors, tapping the glass lightly with his knuckles.

Ward appeared moments later, greeting him with a tired smile. "Hey, son. Now's not really a good time."

"I wanted to check on Rafe and Sarah is all. The radio's talking about what happened to Sherriff Peterkin." (Y/N) explained softly. Ward sighed, running a hand over his face and shaking his head.

"Horrible... It was horrible. Sarah saw it happen. She's real shaken up right now, (Y/N). She's not in the headspace to be getting visitors. I know you care a lot about her but just... Now's not the right time. I'm sure when she's feeling better, she'll give you a call." Ward told him, a small thankful yet apologetic smile on his lips. He placed a warm hand on his shoulder and lightly squeezed it. "Thank you. I'll let her know you came by. And as for Rafe-"

"I've got it handled, Dad." Ward's grip tightened briefly and he inhaled deeply, releasing (Y/N) and turning around to face his son.

"Are you sure-"

"Yes, Dad, I'm sure." Rafe brushed past Ward with a backpack slung over his shoulder. He appeared awfully calm about everything. Rafe slithered his arm around (Y/N), turning him around and walking back toward his jeep.

"What's in the backpack?"

"John B's things. I'm gonna dump 'em somewhere or burn 'em. I haven't decided yet." Rafe responded casually, opening the door to the jeep and getting inside. Ward watched them from his stop in the doorway, hands resting on his hips and a worried frown on his face. (Y/N) sat inside and eyed the green backpack.

"You could always donate them."

"Who's going to take a murderer's clothes?" Rafe laughed, propping his leg up against the door and turning on the radio. (Y/N) stared at him, slowly turning the key to the ignition and stepping on the gas pedal. His father and sister had witnessed a murder and he looked... gleeful. Satisfied, even. Rafe reached forward and turned on the radio, fiddling with it until he got to a station he liked and hummed along to the song playing. (Y/N) silently drove through and out of the neighborhood, glancing at the cop cars that would occasionally speed by with their sirens blaring. He drove into town, finding a place they could donate the clothes to.

"Come on, Rafe."

"Seriously? Dude, nobody wants these." Rafe groaned, tossing the door open and getting out of the car. (Y/N) stepped out and ensured the car locked before stepping onto the sidewalk and nodding for Rafe to head inside. The blonde rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath, heading inside the store. (Y/N) went to follow but a paper stabled to a wooden electric pole caught his eye and he walked toward it. A wanted poster for John B.

"Jesus.." (Y/N) whispered, tugging the paper from the pole and staring down at it. Sherriff Peterkin was truly dead. Killed by a teenager she'd spent months trying to keep afloat. A heaviness loomed over his shoulders. The few times they'd interacted she'd been kind and motherly. The sound of more sirens blaring pulled his gaze away from the paper, watching three cop cars race down the street. Rafe stepped out of the shop with the empty backpack, brows furrowing at the sight of the cop cars. He spotted someone running down the sidewalk and caught their arm.

"The hell's goin' on?"

"They found him! They found John B but he ran off before they could arrest him. They're lookin' for him now." The girl explained, tugging her arm free and continuing running down the sidewalk, presumably following the sirens. Rafe turned to look at (Y/N) and nodded toward his car. (Y/N) sighed and crumbled up the paper in his hand, tossing it into the trash can and unlocking his car. He got inside and turned it back on, stepping on the pedal and following the cop cars.

"Should we really be doing this, Rafe?"

"Look, (Y/N), he's a murderer. What if he comes after my family next? What if he comes after Sarah? We need to find him now." Rafe said, hooking his fingers around the assist handle and straightening up. (Y/N) cursed softly, pressing down on the gas. The cop cars led them into a neighborhood littered with more cops. They searched backyards and spoke to residents, frantically writing things down on notepads and calling out to each other. Rafe pressed himself against the door, scanning the area.

"Doesn't Kelce live around here?"

"Yeah, he does," Rafe answered quietly, whirling around when officers got into their cars and drove down the street. Rafe only had to give (Y/N) a look for him to catch the hint and speed off after them. The cops drove up the driveway of a house and got out, forcing (Y/N) to park in the street. Craning his neck, he spotted Kelce speaking to two officers while another instructed the rest. One final cop pulled up and out got Shoupe. He approached Kelce and the other officers as neighbors crawled up and down the street hoping to catch a glimpse of John B's arrest.

Rafe hopped out of the car, slamming the door shut and walking up to the house. (Y/N) groaned, tossing off his seatbelt and following Rafe. Other cops lingered by the cars, stopping anyone from getting too close. Shoupe called out to John B using the megaphone and began heading up toward the house. "Remember the fallen, Sheriff!" Rafe called out, getting shouts of agreement from others and calls for John B's blood to be spilled. Shoupe entered the house, followed by two other cops. (Y/N) watched the front door, waiting for Shoupe and John B to make an appearance or the sound of gunshots but instead Shoupe ran back out.

"He ran out the back! I want three deputies to hit the backyard now! He can't be far." Shoupe called out. "The suspect is unarmed!"

"We'll get him for you, Sheriff!"

"The hell you doin', Rafe?" (Y/N) grabbed his arm, tugging his friend closer and furrowing his brows. Rafe leaned in with an almost crazed look in his vibrant blue eyes.

"I'm protectin' my family, (Y/N). Protectin' the homeland." Rafe answered lowly, lifting his head and continuing to egg on the crowd by encouraging them to go looking for John B. He pulled his arm free from (Y/N)'s hold and lightly patted his cheek before leading a small group of people down the sidewalk. (Y/N) pressed his lips together and followed the group, feeling a mixture of emotions bubbling in his stomach.

Rafe called out instructions, leading some people off the sidewalk but they stopped abruptly when a church bell rang out. The sound attracted everyone and Rafe and Kelce quickly took off in the direction of it, prompting (Y/N) to do the same. (Y/N) paused and looked up at the old abandoned church, spotting Rafe and Kelce slipping inside. Cars pulled up and cops rushed out, one of them grabbing (Y/N) and pulling him back when the church suddenly began to smoke. Rafe and Kelce ran out of it and went back into the crowd, turning around to watch the fire spread through the church. The doors of the church pulled open and someone stepped out in a faded red hoodie. The cops whipped out their guns and pointed it at the man, shouting orders for him. Shoupe ripped the hoodie off him, only for everyone to see Topper's face. One of the cops put handcuffs on him and dragged him to the car, shoving him inside.

"Come on-"

"I'm going home, Rafe. I didn't sign up for a goddamn manhunt. You wanna go find him? Fine. I'm not in the mood to watch some guy get shot down or beaten by an angry crowd."

"You serious?! This isn't the time to play the good guy, (Y/N). There's a murderer on the loose, don't you get that?" Rafe hissed, snatching (Y/N) by the arms and squeezing him tight enough his skin began to sting.

"He's sixteen, Rafe. And this is a small island." (Y/N) reminded him, wincing when Rafe's grip tightened further. The blonde stared at him and clicked his tongue, relaxing his hold and rubbing his reddening skin.

"Fine, go home," Rafe grunted, hand grasping the base of (Y/N)'s neck and pulling him into his chest, cheek nuzzling gently against his hair. "We'll talk later."

"Yeah, alright." (Y/N) breathed, tearing himself away from Rafe and bringing a hand to his warm forearm. He walked through the grass until he reached the sidewalk again, heading down the street and finding his car. He got in and slumped back against the seat, peering down at his arms and barely making out the red outline of Rafe's thumb. Sighing, (Y/N) turned the car on and drove home.

✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽

"Thank you." (Y/N) murmured, taking the Pepsi bottle and bag of chips into his hands. He pushed the door of the convenience store and walked out, tucking the bottle under his armpit and opening the bag. Sticking his hand inside and walking toward his car, he fished out the potato chip and popped it in his mouth.

"Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?" (Y/N) looked over his shoulder, feet coming to a stop when he noticed the two officers watching him expectantly. He glanced between them and nodded, shifting to face them completely.

"Yeah..." He slowly chewed on the chip.

"I'm Officer Goff and this is Officer Levy. We have some questions regarding your ex-girlfriend, Sarah Cameron. Her father reported her missing this morning and since she's connected to Routledge, we'd like for you to come with us. Any information is valuable at this time." Officer Goff explained, nodding toward the cop car parked across the street. This month truly couldn't get any worse.

"What about my car?"

"You can give Officer Levy the keys and he'll-"

"Hell no." The officers raised their brows at him and he swallowed, muttering an apology under his breath. "It's just... It's the only gift my dad's ever given me. I don't let anyone drive it." His words made Officer Levy's hard features soften considerably and he turned to look at his partner. Officer Goff grunted softly and nodded, waving him off. (Y/N) turned and continued to his car, getting inside and muttering quietly under his breath as he set the bottle down in the cup holder. Turning on the car, he waited for the officers to drive out first before following behind them.

They took him to the lighthouse overlooking the ocean ahead where tents at been set up at its base. (Y/N) got out of his car, finishing the rest of the chips and tossing the crumbled bag away. He glanced around at the reporters and officers walking around, some in local uniforms while others in black uniforms with the letters SBI written on them. Shoupe approached him, nodding to the two officers and giving him a small smile.

"Sorry for all this, (Y/N). We have a procedure and we just need to be thorough." He told him, taking out his notepad and clicking his pen. "Could you confirm your relationship with Sarah Cameron?"

"Okay, uh, she's my ex-girlfriend. I last saw her like three or four days ago with John B and haven't seen her since. No, I don't know John B closely. We've only ever really spoken in passing. Is that it? Can I go now?" Shoupe paused his writing and lifted his eyes, studying (Y/N)'s face and tilting his head with a small frown.

"Sarah was here some time ago, (Y/N). She came in and tried to blame this all on Rafe Cameron, her own brother and your buddy. We can't have her going around lying to residents and confusing people. We need to find her before she gets herself or somebody else hurt, alright? I know this is all new and bizarre but we need cooperation. Do you have any idea where she could be?"

"She said Rafe did it?" (Y/N) asked quietly, the bizarre behavior of his friend replaying in his mind like a broken record. The grins and laughter, the worried look on Ward's face, the fact he wasn't allowed to even see her.

"Her father says she's unwell at the moment and John B manipulated her to believe something else. I'm sure with time, she'll come to accept the truth, alright?" Shoupe closed his notepad and tucked it away, lifting his hand to pat his forearm and nodding to someone behind him. (Y/N) looked over his shoulder, spotting Ward approaching him with a small smile.

"It's good seeing you here, son. I'd appreciate it if you stuck around in case Sarah reaches out to you." Ward told him, reaching out to place his hands on (Y/N)'s shoulders.

"Why does Sarah think Rafe had something to do with this?" (Y/N) peered up at the older man, hearing the distant sound of thunder roaring. Ward stared down at him with parted lips, a mixture of emotions passing over his face. Shock, hurt, guilt, and finally reassurance. His hands kept him in place, tightening ever so slightly when (Y/N) tried to step back.

"Sarah's being manipulated by a very dangerous person, (Y/N). She's still in shock and she's having a hard time processing that the boy she cares about did something so horrific. John B's twisted her mind and made her believe Rafe had something to do with it. But you know him. Rafe can be quick to anger but he'd never hurt anybody, right? He's a good boy. He just needs some guidance, that's all. He needs you. You can help set him straight. You can help Sarah too once she feels better, alright? But right now, you should stay here. For Sarah. For me. Can you do that for me, son?" Ward tilted his head, lightly squeezing him and smiling. (Y/N) swallowed and nodded, the smile on Ward's face widening. "You're a good kid, (Y/N). I see you as my own. I know you won't disappoint me."

"I won't." (Y/N) assured him softly. "I promise."

"Good." Ward's face brightened and he released him. "Go on, take a seat. I'll get some water for you while we wait."

(Y/N) wrapped his arms around himself and found a seat near one of the tents. Inside, detectives and officers typed away on their laptops, talking over each other and shuffling around notebooks and pieces of paper. Shoupe called for another officer and stepped out of the tent, heading to one of the SUVs and driving off with the sirens blaring. (Y/N) leaned back in his seat and looked forward, spotting the gray clouds slowly drifting closer and closer. Cracks of lightning lit them up occasionally with the wind beginning to pick up significantly. His stomach twisted and turned, leg bouncing lightly as he watched the storm grow closer and closer.

After half an hour, some officers abruptly took off, shouting orders and locations as the sky darkened and night fell. (Y/N) could hear Ward angrily speaking to an agent, shouting about his daughter and her wellbeing. (Y/N) bit the inside of his cheek and gazed toward the parking lot, hand pressing against his pocket where his keys sat. He wanted to move. He wanted to leave. Leave the tent, leave the town, leave the island completely. His eyes flickered toward the officers pulling back up, dragging three familiar faces out. Kiara, Pope, and JJ. Shoupe escorted the three into the tent, sitting down near (Y/N).

"What are you doing here?" JJ asked, leaning forward in his seat and glancing at the officer tasked with keeping an eye on them.

"They were asking about Sarah. You?" (Y/N) quirked a brow but the three exchanged glances, falling silent and looking away from him. (Y/N) hummed softly, crossing his arms over his chest and going back to watching the officers work. The sound of a generator whirling to life reached his ears, and the lighthouse above them flickered on. The moment it did, officers began shouting outside and orders were called out. Leaning over and looking through the flapping of the tent, he spotted a white boat on the water, heading directly for the storm as rain poured over the tent.

"What the hell's goin' on?" JJ tried getting to his feet, only to get shoved back down into his seat by the officer. The Pogues began frantically speaking, ranging from protests to pleas for information. (Y/N) only sunk deeper into his chair, leaning his head and staring upward. After a few minutes, Shoupe entered the tent and pulled off the hood to his raincoat, a grimace on his face when the Pogues jumped to their feet and approached him.

"Did you find them?"

"No," Shoupe answered, eyes falling down onto the ground. Kiara swallowed, glancing between JJ and Pope, a twinkle of hope in her eye.

"They got away?" She asked softly.

"We, uh... we lost them. I'm sorry."

"You lost them?" Pope repeated, stepping forward, panic seeping into his voice. "Wha- What do you mean you lost them? Like, they're gone? What are you talking about? Are they dead?"

Shoupe's frown deepened, shoulders lowering with grief. "We don't know." He answered honestly. (Y/N) squeezed his eyes shut, hearing JJ and Pope's angered shouts and Kiara's desperate cries. He opened his eyes and stood up on his feet, his eyes begin to fill with fresh tears. The parents of the teens rushed into the tent, embracing their children and letting them cry on their shoulders. (Y/N) watched Pope's father embrace his son and wife, even pulling JJ into the hug and comforting him. (Y/N) turned away, leaving the tent and stepping through the mushy, wet grass in search of his car.

Sarah Cameron and John Booker Routledge were... dead.

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Dating the OBX Crew

Headcanons based on Taylor Swift albums

Pairing: John B Routledge x reader, JJ Maybank x reader, Pope Heyward x reader, Rafe Cameron x reader, Topper Thornton x reader, Kiara Carrera x reader, Sarah Cameron x reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Alludes to some mild gay panic

Summary: What dating the kids from Outer Banks would be like, as told through Taylor Swift albums.

A/N: I had SO MUCH FUN with this!!! I have a few JJ fics that I'm editing that will be coming out soon, but I'm down to write for anyone from this show. Please let me know if you want dedicated fics based on anything from this list because I will write them all if you want me to, haha.

Masterlist

John B Routledge – Debut

Childhood best friends to lovers arc!!!

Your relationship would be super wholesome since you’re two years younger than him and you grew up together and your parents are friends so he wouldn’t want to move too fast (at least not at first)

You’re also best friends first so you have the most fun together

10% angst, 90% fluff

Top 3 songs: Mary’s Song, Our Song, I’m Only Me When I’m With You

Mary’s Song: Do I even need to explain this one??? Mini golf dates, front porch kisses, taking long drives in the Twinkie when he finally gets his license just because you can, play-fighting, ugh I can’t!!!! You’d get married on the beach (obvi) and everyone in the Cut would watch as you sail away on the HMS Pogue to your honeymoon. Your daughter was conceived on that boat, and John B swears he has never loved you more than when you’re holding her. He’s an amazing dad and wants another, like, immediately, but you convince him to wait a couple of years. His patience pays off, though, when you give birth to twin boys two-and-a-half years after your daughter was born. You raise your kids in a little house just a few blocks from your own childhood homes, and they are the cutest beach babies in the OBX.

Our Song: He would 100% sneak in through your window at night when everyone else was asleep, at first when you’re just friends and he wants to hang out with you but then when things become more and he misses you. Your relationship is defined by all of the mundane things about life in the Cut; sneaking out through broken screen doors, running barefoot on the beach, late-night swims, laughing 24/7. One day, when you’re driving with the windows down in his car, you ask him what your song is, and he tells you ‘everything,’ and it makes you melt into your seat.

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: Laying on the beach and stargazing, comfortable silences, home is anywhere you’re with him, you know everything about each other so you’d be super open and honest about everything and work through any fights or problems as a team because, at the end of the day, that’s what you are and what you’ve always been.

JJ Maybank – Red

You grew up on the Cut with the Pogues but had your own group of girlfriends so you weren’t always with them

You spent enough days (and nights) with them to know that JJ Maybank was no good for you, but you fell for his bright blue eyes and charming smile anyways

He’s a hothead so you’d probably have some big fights but you would always make up and your relationship would be stronger for it

30% angst, 70% fluff

Honestly, this whole album is just perfect but I’ll narrow it down I guess

Top three songs: Treacherous, State of Grace, Stay Stay Stay

Treacherous: This song describes what it feels like to fall in love with JJ. You know you shouldn’t, and he’s probably just going to break your heart, but it feels right. It’s exciting and you get swept up in his wild adventures and somehow you become best friends within the span of just a few weeks. He’s always showing up at your house early in the mornings to take you surfing, or late at night to smoke and then go get ice cream from the gas station. You let him take the lead and every day is something new and exciting.

State of Grace: It’s on one of your late-night adventures that he finally shoots his shot. You snuck into some Kook’s pool, and it’s dark but the moon is bright and it makes everything glow, especially JJ. His blond hair looks shiny and golden, and his blue eyes sparkle when he looks at you. He challenged you to a shotgun contest earlier, so both of you are feeling a little tipsy. You float on your back and pretend like you’re floating amongst the stars, and you babble about whatever random things come to your mind. JJ swims up to you and slips his hand in yours which makes your heart race. He pulls you towards him and you kick your legs back down so you’re upright. Your tip-toes barely bounce on the bottom, but JJ can stand, and he grabs your other hand to keep you from floating away. He pulls you in, slowly, with a cheeky grin on his lips, until you’re pressed up against him. His hands wrap themselves around your waist and his eyes flicker up and down from your eyes to your lips. When you whisper ‘kiss me,’ he does.

Stay Stay Stay: I read a fic inspired by this and it’s perfect but I can't find it so if you know it or wrote it please send it to me so I can link it! Your fights are mostly about stupid stuff, and JJ would 100% wear a football helmet to apologize to you, sort of as a joke but also just in case. He definitely loves to rile you up because he thinks you’re hot when you’re mad. Sometimes you think you guys just pick fights because making up is so fun.

Bonus! Starlight: Because you and JJ would absolutely go thrifting for fancy clothes and sneak into a Kook party. You’d get drunk on champagne and eat little finger foods, stumble around on the dance floor, and talk about all of your crazy dreams together. You’d end up getting kicked out and would walk home on the beach and look at the stars and plan out your whole future together.

Pope Heyward – Speak Now

You’re JJ’s sister so you’re technically off-limits but, really, what did JJ expect when he dragged you along everywhere he went. If you didn’t fall for Pope, it probably would’ve been John B

You’re the quieter, more studious sibling, so you and Pope have always gotten along, especially when the rest of the group is dreaming up some crazy scheme. You would make eye contact and just roll your eyes at each other

Pope likes having you around because at least someone understands his literary references and wants to discuss more academic topics. As much as he enjoys JJ’s philosophical high thoughts, he likes talking to someone with educated opinions and a wider worldview

5% angst, 95% fluff

Top three songs: Long Live, Mine, Innocent

Long Live: Despite the fact that you’re both pretty content to just read on the beach, you still get pulled into the Pogues’ crazy adventures. You never feel more alive than you do searching for gold, or running from the cops, with your best friends. Even before you start dating, Pope would always make sure you were keeping up, and he was the first one to offer a helping hand or encouraging words when you needed them.

Mine: You start studying at Heywards Seafood just to get out of your house, and when it’s slow, Pope will quiz you with flashcards or help you with your homework. Even when it’s busy, he would still make sure to check on you frequently and keep your soda full. He’d bring you your favorite food without you ever actually ordering, and he wouldn’t let you pay for anything. You fall in love in his parent’s little restaurant, during quiet afternoons, and eventually, you start keeping him company while he cleans up at the end of the night. He takes things slow because he knows you’re afraid of falling in love because of your dad, but he’s patient and helps you through it because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Innocent: You and JJ have gotten yourselves into lots of trouble just trying to survive with your father being who he is. You’ve done things you’re not proud of, and experienced the darker side of life that some lucky people never do, and yet, somehow, you’re still the most innocent person Pope knows. You’re so sweet and trusting, and instead of being paranoid and defensive (kind of like your brother can be, at times), you always give people the benefit of the doubt and are quick to forgive. Whenever things get just a little bit too dark, he’s always there to turn the light back on for you.

Rafe Cameron – Reputation

I mean, come on, it’s obvious

Your relationship is a hurricane. Intense, chaotic, and dangerous, but beautiful at the same time

Broken champagne glasses, screaming at each other in the middle of a party then having hot make up sex in the bathroom, being the hottest couple everywhere you go, glamorous dresses and designer suits crumpled on the floor

85% angst, 15% fluff

Top three songs: Ready For It?, So It Goes, New Year’s Day

Ready For It?: ‘Let the games begin’ is SO ACCURATE. Your family just moved to Figure 8 from NYC and you are the hot new it girl on the island. Rafe is obsessed immediately. You play hard to get for a bit, but then hook up one night in the bathroom at some fancy charity gala, and from then on it’s intense and messy. You’re both the jealous type, and you love making each other jealous. It’s like a game, you see how far the other person will let you get with someone else before they burst in and interrupt. Is it healthy? No. But it’s fun and the sex afterward is incredible.

So It Goes: This song describes the moment you realize you love Rafe. The two of you are at a club on the mainland and he’s playing your usual game, dancing with some hot 30-year-old. He makes eye contact with you over her shoulder and then whispers something into her ear. She kisses him, hard, and moves her lips across his jaw and down his neck. Instead of marching over to claim him, you slip into the hallway to the bathrooms and lean your head back against the wall, willing the tears not to fall. Eventually, he realizes something is wrong and he comes to find you. Her bright pink lipstick is smudged on his face and you lose it. Rafe catches you before you fall to the ground and holds you while you cry. When you calm down enough to be able to speak, you confess your feelings. He wipes your tears away and tells you he loves you too. You’re the only one he dances with for the rest of the night and your chemistry is so intense that no one in the club can take their eyes off you.

New Year’s Day: You’re the only one who ever gets to see his softer side. It doesn’t come out often, but you cherish the quiet, romantic moments when you get them. Cleaning up after his parties becomes one of your favorite things because he’s usually more subdued when he’s hungover. Clingy too. You laugh about the stupid things your friends did the night before while you pick up discarded bottles and sweep up glitter and confetti. It takes twice as long as it should to clean everything up because he’s always interrupting. He’ll take the broom from your hands and pull you in close, swaying to whatever music you’re listening to in the empty foyer. The juxtaposition of the remnants of last night’s debauchery and his pajama-clad body makes you giggle, and in these moments, you know you’ll stand by him through everything, whether he’s the king of Figure 8 or disowned from his family.

Topper Thornton – 1989

You’re a Pogue, he’s a Kook, can I make it any more obvious?

He’s not as unhinged as Rafe, so your relationship is less dramatic and more fun

Going golfing just to get drunk and race golf carts, dancing on tables at parties in Kook mansions, skinny dipping,

30% angst, 70% fluff

Top Three Songs: I Know Places, Style, Wildest Dreams

I Know Places: Your relationship is a secret, at first, and you take turns showing each other your favorite hidden spots in the OBX. You spend a lot of time on the mainland, too, and it’s there that some random Kook catches you shopping hand in hand a few months into dating. She posts it on her Insta story and by the time you make it home, everyone knows. A lot of people are very unhappy about it, and they are not shy about letting you know. When people yell things at you on the street, Topper turns toward you, shielding you from their view with his body. He’s always a little tense after that, ready to protect you at a moment’s notice. When things get to be too much, you grab his hand and run to one of your secret places where he can finally relax for a bit.

Style: Things die down eventually and people don’t care as much. Topper is lowkey a sugar daddy, not because he expects anything in return, but because he genuinely loves spoiling you. He loves taking you to Kook parties and coordinating your outfits and the two of you become the best-dressed couple in school (they even give you an award in the yearbook). You think it’s more about your attitude than the clothes, being in a Pogue/Kook couple and not hiding it, you need to have confidence and be above all of the petty high school drama. The whole vibe, cool clothes, and the way you are so openly happy and give no fucks about what anyone else thinks is just chef’s kiss.

Wildest Dreams: He gets into an Ivy League school and you’re going to UNC, and it throws you off. While your relationship was able to work in the OBX bubble, your insecurity and self-doubt get the better of you. There are going to be so many smarter, prettier, richer girls at his new school, and having a long-distance girlfriend is going to get old after a while, especially since you won’t be able to afford to visit him as often as he can visit you. He’ll grow to resent you (you just know it) so you decide that you need to end things before they get to that point, while you’re still in love with each other, so you can always remember your time together as happy and fun. After prom, he takes you to one of your favorite spots just to chill and you break up with him. You both cry, and he begs you not to do it, but you don’t budge. “I want you to remember me like this. In my prom dress, at sunset, with my makeup all done up and cheeks flushed with love.” You’d definitely get back together the summer after your freshman year, though, because both of you were lovesick all year.

Kiara Carrera – folklore

The gay cottagecore relationship of your dreams!!!!

She would be the most touch-feely girlfriend ever, always grabbing at you whenever you’re within arms reach

Braiding each others’ hair, secret kisses during sleepovers, looping your arm through hers whenever you’re walking anywhere, being iconic ‘best friends’

20% angst, 80% fluff

Top three songs: seven, betty, invisible string

Seven: The two of you used to be best friends in elementary school but you grew apart, mostly because her parents didn’t want her hanging around with Pogues anymore. You were so close that even at seven years old you knew something was different about Kie. You had other female friends, of course, but they never wanted to hold hands on the swings, cuddle at sleepovers, or say I love you whenever you had to leave each other. Nobody else knows, but Kie was your first kiss. It was sweet and innocent, it happened on the playground late at night, at the top of the jungle gym. The darkness hid your blush, and the two of you ran all the way home afterward, holding hands and niggling like maniacs. You think that her parents found out somehow because it’s shortly after that when her parents stop driving her over to the Cut for playdates.

Betty: You reconnect with Kie in high school, when you’re assigned to the same homeroom. Your heart skips a beat when she saunters into the classroom just seconds before the bell and slides into a seat in the very back row, laughing at something on her phone. When the teacher comes in, she shoves her phone in her pocket and looks to the front of the room where she meets your gaze and flashes you the biggest smile. She waits for you at the door of the classroom and throws an arm around your shoulders as you walk towards the science wing together, and just like that, your friendship is rekindled. It’s just as intense as it was when you were kids. She’s very touchy-feely, and every bit of your skin that she touches burns with electricity for hours afterward. It only takes a few months before she kisses you on the couch in her parents’ basement during a sleepover, and you feel like you’re going to pass out. That unlocks a whole new element of your relationship, and whenever you’re alone, you can’t keep your hands (or lips) off each other. You never label anything, though, so when you see her dancing with JJ Maybank just a little too close to be platonic, you feel like you don’t have the right to be upset. But you’re upset anyways. You avoid her for a few days, and then you hear from a girl in your Algebra class that Kie and JJ were making out at a kegger over the weekend. Weeks go by where you don’t talk to each other until she shows up at the party your brother throws when your parents are out of town and confesses her love for you in front of everybody. You don’t respond with words, just kiss her as if your life depends on it, and then she asks you to be her girlfriend. Again, you respond by kissing her.

Invisible String: Kie’s favorite thing to do is visit you at the ice cream shop just off the beach where you work. During the summers and school breaks, when the Tourons descend upon OBX like they own the place, it’s always busy, but in the in-between months, things are slow enough that she can spend your whole shift sitting on the counter. Over the free scoop she somehow always manages to charm you out of, she gives you the play-by-play of the ‘lost years’ (as she calls the years where you weren’t friends). She goes through every single time she saw you, and what she felt in those moments, what she dreamed about doing. You interrupt when you have your own stories to share, and the two of you decide that there’s some invisible force tying you together, that no matter what directions your lives could have gone in, you would always make your way back to each other.

Sarah Cameron – Fearless

The ‘I’m in love with my best friend’ cliche that pretty much every baby gay goes through

But you’re lucky enough that your best friend loves you back

Because you’re both Kooks, and there are expectations you need to live up to, it takes a while for you both to be comfortable with your feelings, but once you are, it’s like a fairytale come true

30% angst, 70% fluff

Top three songs: Fifteen, You All Over Me, Fearless

Fifteen: Sarah Cameron is your best friend in the whole world. You do everything together. When you finally get to high school, you’re both excited to wear makeup and flirt with the boys in your classes, and whenever things go south, you’re always there to comfort each other. You share every intimate detail of first kisses and sloppy hookups, but none of it fulfills you. One day, you connect the dots, and the shock nearly knocks you over, but you vow to keep it a secret forever, scared to lose your best friend.

You All Over Me: It’s Sarah who makes the first move, on one of your early-morning, sunset-chasing walks. It rained yesterday, so everything is damp and dewy, and the island smells fresh and rejuvenated. Everything is golden in the early-morning sun, and Sarah turns to you with her hair blowing in the breeze and her bright smile shining and she pulls you down to the sand and presses her lips to yours. It’s soft and slow and sweet, everything you’ve ever dreamed about and then some. When she pulls away and you open your eyes to see her eyes closed and a small smile on her lips, you forget to breathe. But then her smile fades and her eyes open, and she mumbles ‘I have to go,’ and runs off, back towards her house. You sit there, touching your lips, for what feels like hours, and you spend the next month trying not to think about Sarah as anything other than a friend (you fail).

Fearless: At Midsummer, you try and pretend like nothing is wrong so your parents don’t get suspicious, but you and Sarah are unusually quiet, standing on the edge of the party nursing your drinks instead of taking over the center of the dance floor like you usually would. Sarah’s parents try and push her and Topper together, and when they’re dancing to a John Legend song, tears prickle behind your eyes and you slip out the back doors of the country club. It’s storming out, which feels like a dark omen, so you huddle under the overhang above the door and try not to cry. You have no idea how long you stand there, shaking from both the cold rain and your sobs, but eventually, Sarah finds you. She runs out into the rain, which stains her perfect white dress with dark streaks, and confesses her feelings for you. When she finishes, she takes a deep breath and steps forward to hold out her hand to you. You take it, and she pulls you out into the rain with her where she spins you around wildly and then kisses you. You’re both smiling and giggling into the kiss, and you spend the rest of the night dancing in the rain with your new girlfriend.

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