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probably-writing-x · 1 year

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Summary: It was never a good idea for two pogues to date, it was something you’d agreed on for years. But sometimes it was just impossible to avoid… especially when it came to you and JJ.

Warnings: Sexual references, cursing

Author’s Note: Just a little idea that came to me, I’ve been struggling to find inspiration to write the requests in my inbox so hopefully y’all can be patient with me <3 Thanks for the love as always xoxo

“Alright, you versus a bear, who’s winning?” You point towards John B, your beer almost spilling in your hand.

“Are you kidding? A literal bear? I wouldn’t stand a chance,” John B scoffs, reaching forward to take another drink from the cooler.

You were all dispersed around the grass outside of the Chalet - Pope and Kie sat on one of the tree stumps, John B on old garden chairs and JJ on the floor with his back against one of the trees.

“What kind of bear are we talking about?” Pope questions, “Because polar bear isn’t even worth talking about. Then again, I don’t think you’d win against any bear.”

“You guys have no faith in yourselves,” JJ pushes himself to stand up, “You just have to do that thing you know where you like…” He widens his stance and stretches his arms up high, beer still held in one of his hands, “And then you just sort of-“

“JJ you couldn’t beat a bear in a fight!” Kie interjects, “You would be dead in seconds.”

“You literally fell out of bed the other day because you thought you felt a fly in your ear!” You point out and all eyes look up to see you.

“When did that happen?” Pope half-laughs, his brows furrowing a little.

“The other day,” You clear your throat, trying to fight back the heat rising to your cheeks, “When we all stayed here. He jumped up and it woke me up, you know, because I was on the couch.”

They seem to believe you for long enough that the conversation diverts, but JJ’s eyes remain on you, a smirk tugging at his lips. You widen your eyes at him quickly but he just smiles at you more, shaking his head and taking a sip of his beer.

~~~

“Well look who can’t be trusted to keep a secret!”

The voice makes you jump back to reality - looking up from where you were sat perched on a wall waiting for that specific voice to arrive. It was the perfect spot, far enough away from the Chalet but close enough that it didn’t take long for you to meet. Today, you’d left first so now were sat waiting for JJ to meet you. When you look up, he is grinning at you, his hair messy over his head.

“I recovered it, actually,” You roll your eyes at him, “I can’t believe I said it, I wasn’t even thinking.”

JJ laughs and comes to stand in front of you, his hands resting on your legs, “I don’t think they suspected anything.”

You shake your head, looking down at him from your position on the wall.

“Ready to go home?” He smiles, stretching out his hands for you to take.

You hop down in front of him and he moves his hands to your waist to catch you, you just stumbling into his chest a little as he steadies you on your feet.

“Hi,” JJ smiles down at you.

“Hi.”

He laces his fingers with yours and the two of you walk down the lane towards your house, one only a short way away from John B’s house. But you’d take the longer way back so that nobody saw the two of you, obviously.

“How long do you think we can keep this up without them knowing?” JJ asks, glancing over his shoulder into the dark as he waits for you to open the door.

“I have no idea,” You shake your head, “But we have to at least try to.”

“Oh yeah this’ll just be boring when everybody knows about it,” JJ jokes, gripping your waist as the front door closes behind you.

He spins you around and you grip onto the front of his t-shirt, pulling him with you, “Boring huh?”

JJ laughs, stumbling to catch up with you as the pair of you tumble into the bedroom.

~~~

The following morning, you wake up to the sound of a phone buzzing repeatedly, stopping momentarily and then ringing again.

“JJ that’s your phone,” You grumble, nudging at his side as he was asleep beside you.

He groans and stretches beside you, his eyes still shut.

“JJ,” You push his arms off you, “Where the hell is your phone?”

He stretches his arms up and lifts the comforter off from both of you, looking underneath. When it’s not there, he stretches an arm over the side of the bed and pats around on the floor, finding his discarded shorts and pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“It’s Pope,” JJ grumbles, swiping to answer the call, “What do you want Pope?”

You can just about hear his words on the other end of the line as he raises his voice, “Where the hell are you? You said you’d help out with my Dad today! I’ve just come by your house and you’re not home.”

JJ looks at you and widens his eyes, mouthing a ‘shit’ before turning back to the phone, “Shit, sorry man, I completely forgot. I-“

He pauses and looks around the room as if an excuse is going to pop up out of nowhere.

“I hooked up with this girl last night who’s here on holiday,” He grimaces at the lie, “I just lost track of time and she’s still asleep and I can’t get out.”

“You’re an idiot,” Pope returns, lessening in his stress on the other end of the phone, “Just get here when you can, my Dad’s stressed as hell.”

“I got you, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” JJ nods, “I’ll leave now.”

“Oh, and Kie asked if you’d heard from (Y/N),” Pope cuts in quickly, “Apparently she’s texted her a bunch this morning but hasn’t heard anything.”

JJ looks at you and gestures towards your phone, “No, I haven’t spoken to her. I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”

They hang up shortly after and you glance over the texts from Kie in your phone - one asking you to call her to give her an excuse to leave home, another saying the surf was good so the two of you should go out, another saying that she’d be worried if she didn’t hear from you by twelve because you’re always up early.

“God they don’t make it easy to avoid them,” JJ jokes, pushing his arm underneath you to pull you into him, “I’m sure they can wait five more minutes.”

“Five minutes? Pope sounded like he was about to blow a blood vessel if you kept him waiting any longer.”

JJ laughs and pulls you over so that you’re on top of him, dipping his head to kiss your neck, “He can wait fifteen, twenty, maybe thirty minutes…”

~~~

By the end of the day, the group of you are all on the boat out on the water. The sun’s setting, the water is flat, and it’s only you guys for as far as you can see. You and Kie are leaning against one side of the boat as she rolls a blunt up between her fingers, the boys sat opposite you.

“So JJ, tell us about this girl,” Pope encourages, nudging his friend in the side.

“Wh- what girl?” JJ clears his throat, shifting in his seat.

“The girl you were with this morning,” Pope frowns, “How did you even meet her? We were at John B’s until at least twelve.”

JJ shifts again, “Yeah, well, I just met her on my way home, we got talking, what else do you need to know?”

“There was someone on vacation in the cut?” John B scoffs, “Was she lost?”

“No-“ JJ flushes red, “No it was just-“

“Are you hiding something from us Jayj?” Kie raises her brows, sitting forward a little, “There’s something you’re not telling us. Who is this girl?”

He moves again in his seat and scratches the back of his neck, “Cut it out, you weirdos. I don’t have to tell you anything, so stop asking.”

The three of them all exchanges looks between each other and you but you just shrug your shoulders as if dismissing the topic. And, eventually, they dismiss it too, all looking at him a little more suspiciously than before. You drink a few more drink, pass around the blunt from Kie and try to convince Pope that one puff wouldn’t do anything to him. It’s still a warm evening when the sun has set and so you and Kie convince the boys to dive into the water with you.

You strip down to your bikini and catch eyes with JJ as he watches you, his gaze trailing up and down your body. He notices you looking at him and his cheeks go red, a smirk hovering over his lips. With that, you step onto the edge of the boat and dive over, your arms stretching in front of you to hit the water first, driving you underneath the surface. When you come up, Kie and John B have jumped in too, John B shaking the water from his hair so that it sprays in every direction.

“Come on guys, don’t be boring,” You encourage, paddling with your arms to push yourself back in the water, looking up and Pope and JJ on the deck.

JJ looks down at you and smirks, like he is watching the way you move, diving in close to you so that the water splashes in your direction. You drag your hands over your hair to pull it away from your face, stretching your neck up as you do.

“Holy shit (Y/N) what’s that?” Kie exclaims, grabbing your wrist before you can move it or cover anything.

Hers, and the boys’, eyes are all focused on the purple blotchy patch on your neck - a mark courtesy of JJ from the night before, or from this morning, you couldn’t remember which one.

“I did-“ You pause, “It’s nothing.”

“That’s not nothing, that’s a hickey!” Kie laughs, “Who are you not telling us about?”

“Nobody! Nothing!” You shake your head, pulling your hair back around to the front of your shoulders so that it covers the mark again, “You guys are way too nosey today.”

“Yeah at least someone agrees with me,” JJ scoffs, “Seriously guys, leave her alone.”

Pope looks and JJ and frowns, “Are you kidding? You’d normally be straight on this, why wouldn’t you want to know who this guy is?”

JJ shrugs, “Well, if you ask (Y/N) about her guy you’re going to want to know about my girl so it’s not worth it. Leave it out, virgins. Find your own people to be interested in.”

They make a few more comments about how you two were just as bad as each other, and Pope makes a joke about how it’s like their parents are both having affairs at the same time, and John B reminds them that JJ and you would likely be the most unconventional parents ever. But, thankfully, it relieves their attention away from you.

You all swim for a while as the sky darkens, illuminating with stars overhead as the sun disappears. Eventually, Pope, Kie and John B each end up back on the boat, all three of them laying down to stare up at the stars. Pope points out constellations and Kiara tells him when he’s wrong. JJ swims over to you from behind, where the two of you are close to the boat, and wraps his arms around you.

“JJ,” You hiss, glancing up to make sure you’re hidden under the stretch of the boat deck pointing out over the top of you.

“Shhhh,” He mumbles, his head dipping to your ear, breath fanning hot over your skin, “They’re not looking.”

JJ moves to your neck and shoulder and kisses the skin, and you find yourself leaning into his touch.

“I’ve missed you today,” His words are practically inaudible, so close to your skin that you’re certain he would mark them into you if he could.

You bring up a hand and run it through his hair, wet under your touch as you hum in agreement, “Tonight?”

“Tonight,” He smirks, kissing your skin once again before pulling away, “Alright, fuckers, I’m getting cold, let’s get going.”

Eventually, all of you end up back at Kie’s after she says that her parents are out. JJ makes a short attempt at coming up with an excuse but it is dismissed quickly when they say he never has other plans without them. So you and him reluctantly agree to go with the rest of the group, and now you’re all sat sprawled across the couches with a film on that you weren’t exactly paying attention to. JJ was sat next to you on the two-person couch as the other three were on the bigger couch adjacent. Kie reaches back and pulls a blanket from the back of the sofa, putting it over the three of them, and JJ takes it as opportunity to do the same, his hand resting on your thigh as soon as the blanket is over both of you. You look at him with raised eyebrows but he is yet to tear his eyes away from the screen, though a smirk now covers his lips. You place your hand over his but don’t make any effort to move it. He runs his thumb over the skin, like it felt so comfortable to have you under his touch.

The other three are completely oblivious, caught up in the film and their growing fatigue. You wonder now what they’d really think, if they saw you together, if they knew you were the ones occupying so much of each others’ time. If they knew how much of a secret this whole thing had been - would they laugh and tell you that it was stupid for you to ever hide it? But it wasn’t worth the risk, was it?

“Hey,” JJ squeezes your thigh lightly, “Should we get going?”

You nod tiredly and fight the urge to rest your head on his shoulder.

“I think we’re going to head home,” JJ comments to the other three, “Well, I’ll walk (Y/N) home and then I’ll go to mine, obviously.”

John B frowns at his friend, “I can walk (Y/N) home, she’s closer to my place anyway.”

“Nah, that’s okay, I like the walk,” JJ smiles, standing up and stretching his arms back, “It’s not far.”

The other three exchange glances between each other before Kie says, “Why are you being so weird recently?”

“Weird? We’re not being weird. You’re weird,” JJ shakes his head, stopping himself by chewing the inside of his cheek.

“Right… because that wasn’t weird,” Pope returns, looking at JJ as if some kind of alien was stood in front of him, “Seriously, man, are you ill or something?”

“We’re going now,” You encourage, “See you guys tomorrow.”

You know they’re talking about you as you go, questioning what the hell was going on. But you don’t care to think about it for too long. JJ’s hand finds yours as soon as you turn the corner out of Kie’s driveway and he squeezes some reassurance back to you - whether they knew or not, this wasn’t going anywhere.

~~~

The following morning, you and JJ wake up to no alarm, stay in bed until eleven, eventually bicker over who was going to make breakfast until you realise that you actually didn’t have any food in the house. He grumbles and groans before finally agreeing to go to the shop for you, telling you he’d go if you agreed to cook. You settle on the agreement and he tugs on his clothes to change, half of his belongings now migrating to your house since he spent so much time here.

“Alright I’ll be back in twenty minutes babe I-“ JJ’s voice cuts off instantly as he opens the front door.

He’s met with the sight of John B, Pope and Kiara all sat on your porch, looking up at him with the same ‘explain yourself’ expressions on their faces.

“Um, (Y/N)?” He calls back his hand settling on the door like he’s still deciding between stepping outside or just shutting the door and never coming out again.

“What did you forget your-“ You pause too as soon as you see them, your eyes glowing with the same panic that his did.

“Alright,” John B folds his arms over his chest, “I think you guys have some stuff you need to tell us, you know, just a few things.”

“Yeah, you know, it’s funny actually,” JJ lets out a half laugh and scratches the back of his neck, “So I walked (Y/N) home last night and then I went to go back to mine but I actually ended up staying, no reason really, well, there was obviously a reason, why wouldn’t there be a reason? And that reason was that-“

“Because we’ve been seeing each other,” You interject, releasing a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding.

He glances down at you like he’s misheard, incapable of hiding the smile that starts to grow on his features.

“You two have-“ Kie gestures between the two of you, “Are you serious?”

JJ looks at you again and grins, turning back to the group, “Yeah, um, for a couple months now.”

“Fucking hell,” John B laughs.

“So that’s why you’ve been so happy,” Pope hits JJ’s arm, “It’s because of (Y/N).”

JJ smiles and glances down at Pope, pressing his tongue to the inside of his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling so widely, “Yeah, yeah, it is.”

“You know you guys are stupid, right?” Kie stands up, “You could’ve told us!”

She hugs you tightly, whispering in your ear that she was happy for you before squeezing JJ’s shoulder.

“Yeah, seriously, you didn’t need to keep it a secret for months,” John B shakes his head, “We came up with much worse theories about what was going on.”

“I don’t think I want to know those theories,” You laugh and JJ reaches out an arm for you to tuck yourself into his side, his hand dropping to rest around your waist.

“Well, I’m glad that’s cleared up,” Pope smiles, “But, whilst we were eavesdropping, I heard something about breakfast?”

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rafesgoldrings · 11 months

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hi pookie!!! i’m so proud of u for hitting this milestone, could i please get lust for life??? jj maybank and freak by lana del rey xoxo 🤭🤭

Freak J.M

Warnings: smut, mentions of weed and alcohol, one mention of abuse but not detailed

Thank you baby!! I hope you enjoy😚 this is not proofread so ignore any grammatical errors😭 reader and JJ are both of legal age

You still remember how your summer ‘fling’ with JJ started. How one party changed the trajectory of your life, one night was all it took to grow addicted to the blonde haired trouble maker.

Visiting the Outer Banks to visit your family seemed so boring to you at the time. Why would you go there when you lived in California? Surrounded by all sorts of places to go, things to do, beautiful beaches that you could spend forever at, but you had no choice. When you arrived at your family’s house, it was certainly nicer than you remembered. Right on the beach and decently sized, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You hear about a party when you’re at the gas station getting a drink and decide to go. You show up to all sorts of different social groups, people that are clearly visiting for vacation like you, the richer kids of the island, and the lower class ones. Naturally your eyes fall on the shaggy blonde haired boy who’s currently linking arms with a girl and having a drinking contest, watching the small bead of beer drip onto his chin and down his toned stomach. Target acquired.

“Hey blondie! If you want a real drinking challenge, go against me” he turned his head in your direction, eyes trailing up and down your body with a smirk as he walked over to you.

“Oh yeah princess? You think you can beat me?” you give him a cocky smirk and hold your hand out for a cup. He hands you one and fills it with beer, doing the same to his now empty cup, never once taking his eyes off of you.

“Game on…” you give him a questioning gaze.

“Oh shit sorry, JJ. JJ Maybank, but you can call me daddy” he gives you a wink that makes you laugh, you tell him your name as he links his arm around yours and signals his friend to start a countdown.

“3…2…1…go!” the both of you bring the cup to your lips and begin drinking as fast as you can, beer dripping down your chin and into your shirt.

Of course you won, what good would living in a town full of parties do if you didn’t know how to win a drinking contest? You’ve practically trained for this your whole life. You throw the cup to the sand and unlink your arm from his, throwing them in the air and letting out a loud cheer. He looks at you in amusement, a small smirk on his face as he playfully holds his hands in surrender before getting on his knees and bowing to you.

“All hail the new drinking champion of the OBX”

His friends laugh to themselves as they watch the two of you, deciding to go find their own entertainment and leave you two be. You extend your hand to him and pull him back to his feet, a mischievous look on your face.

“So…do I get a prize?” you bring your hand to his arm, resting it on his bicep as you slowly grace it up and down watching as goosebumps covered his body and his breathing halted.

“That depends princess,” he chuckled nervously, eyes darting around the beach and crowd of people “what do you want?” what you said next he never would have been able to prepare for.

“How about you and I go off somewhere alone and you show me what other uses you can put your tongue and fingers to, taste something sweeter than beer hm? Win a different kind of competition” your hand has trailed from his arm to his chest, slowly gravitating down to the top of his shorts, stopping to hook them in his waistband as you waited for an answer.

“Fuck, let’s go. I know a spot” he grabbed your hand and pulled you away to a secluded area of the beach. He must come here often because he had a bag hidden nearby that was equipped with a towel and condoms, he pulled the towel out and laid it on the sand before crawling onto it.

You straddle him, his hands wandering all over your body and pulling your top off. You lean your head down and kiss him, the kiss is full of passion as each of you fight for dominance. He wins, it’s hard to focus on anything other than the pool in your panties and his large hands roaming your body. You break the kiss to remove your bra, getting off his lap briefly to remove your pants and underwear, leaving you completely naked for him. He lets out a small whistles, eyes raking up and down your body as he removes his pants and boxers before pulling you back into his lap. Your bare cunt makes contact with his hardened cock and he lets out a small groan, you begin grinding against it as your lips connect to his again. Your soft moans against his lips test his patience, he’s normally one to take his time with a girl and make her feel good first. Get her nice and wet and ready for his cock so he doesn’t hurt her, but you? You were making that hard, and he couldn’t hold off any longer.

He pulls away and reaches for a condom, sliding it onto his cock before asking you for consent. You nod eagerly, soft pants falling from your lips, and he lines the tip up with your dripping hole before slowly pushing the tip inside. You let out a small moan, he was much more girthy and long than you expected, the biggest you’d been with by far. It stretched you out so fucking well, made you feel so full which caused your head to go empty. You feel him push in all the way, staying still and resting his forehead against yours until you were adjusted.

“Please move” you whimper, he listens and begins to thrust up into you as you lightly circle and bounce your hips. Your head is thrown back and his lips are all over your neck gently biting and licking, your moans mixing together to make a sinful harmony. You start bouncing faster, desperate for more, and he begins to match your pace. Cock slamming against your cervix with each bounce and thrust of your hips, your mouth is slack and no words are able to come out. You’ve gone completely dumb from his cock and you’d just met, you know you won’t last much longer and only hope he’s as close as you are to climax.

“Fuck JJ, going to come soon. Want you to come with me” you manage to whimper out, head falling to his shoulder as your movements get lazy and his hips begin snapping into you at a rough pace.

“With this pussy squeezing me? Going to fucking bust princess” he groans into your neck, the both of you letting out muffled moans into the others skin as you fall apart in sync.

You both sit like that for a while, you can feel his cock soften inside you and let out a soft gasp when he lifts your hips up to slide out of you, whining at the empty feeling. He takes the condom off and ties it, walking to a nearby trash can and disposing of it knowing Kie would kick his ass for so meant different reasons if he threw it in the sand. You both get dressed and sit there catching your breath while staring at the stars, listening to the waves crash against the shore in a beautifully violent way. Neither of you say anything, the silence between you a good one. It’s late and you should probably get home, despite every bone in your body yearning to stay by his side.

“Hey, I should probably head home. This was real fun though” you give him a flirty wink and smile, standing and brushing the same off yourself, walking to a nearby exit point when you hear him holler for you.

“Y/N! Could I uh, get your number? You know in case you’re ever bored and in need of good dick this summer?” he was nervous. You found it cute and pulled your phone out as he did the same so you could exchange numbers. Your hands brushed and you felt a spark of electricity shoot through you, you give him a smile and go your separate ways. All night, you just replied what happened. He was all you could think about, you manage to get to sleep and wake up to a text.

My friends and I are going to the drive in tonight if you want to come with. Totally cool if not though, I get it

You smile to yourself and text back ‘That would be great!👍🏻’ before getting ready. That started your relationship, you learned all about him. Grew super close to him and the rest of the pogues, had weekly smoking sessions with the group and sometimes him alone which always ended in sex, learned about the abuse from his father, talked for hours until you both went blue in the face, and you’d learned about his desperate want to leave this shitty town.

Now it’s the end of summer, you have to go back to California and you never thought you’d be sad to go back to the place you’d grown to love. JJ had come over to your family’s house, they all loved him and knew how the two of you felt about each other because you were the two most obvious people alive, to hang with you one last time before you left. The two of you are laying in the hammock in the backyard listening to the distant waves, his hands holding yours from over your shoulder as you lie between his legs. What you were about to say was far fetched and crazy and you’d originally regret it.

“You know, if you wanna leave, come to California” your head tilted up slightly so you could look at him. A small smile broke out on his face as he shook his head.

“I wish” you sat up, turning so you were now facing each other.

“I’m serious. Come be a freak with me in California. Loving me is all you need to feel like I have all Summer, we can get a little apartment and slow dance to rock music until the neighbors hate us, we can kiss while we do it, keep having our talks until we’re blue in the face together. It doesn’t have to be now, but if you’re serious about leaving them California with me is a great option” you hadn’t realized you’d started crying, it was dumb and silly. But you spoke with fire behind your eyes and determination in your voice as you grabbed his hands.

“Okay. That sounds nice baby” he gives you a toothy grin, maybe it wouldn’t be tomorrow. But life in California with you didn’t sound so bad, you throw your arms around him and give him a rough kiss that sends the both of you to the ground. You groan in pain before laughing hysterically as he lies there motionless, you roll him off and wipe the tears from your face.

“You’re such a freak, perfect example of why Cali is out home” he sits up and gives you a look full of love.

“Our home, I like that” he leans in and gives you one final kiss for the night, knowing tomorrow you’d leave and he’d have to figure out how to handle that pain and absence of you. But right now you were here, and you had a future planned with him, that was all he wanted to focus on.

#jj maybank blurb #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x fem!reader #asks <3 #1k celebration

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stxrslut · 15 days

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hmmmmm can i say sloppy make out session with jj while riding john b??

xoxo- 🦢

yes yes you definitely can !! johnbee guiding your hips while you suck on jj’s tounge. maybe jj’s hands moving up to massage your tits <3

#they’re just loverboys #🦢 anon #jj x reader x johnbee #jj maybank prompt #john b prompt

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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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ambivalence blurb: love me back

a/n: hello <3 it's been a minute but i hope you guys like this anyway, it's some more context to their story. please leave me some love if you can! xoxo

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, drug misuse, mention of addiction

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Basketball, girls, parties, and college.

The four things that Rafe Cameron is supposed to care about — even in that order. Topper, who now stands beside Rafe in the middle of the Club, spends the final minutes before his Monday night shift recapping the party they’d attended Friday night while Rafe half-listens, too busy scouting the lobby for a certain someone.

“Anyway, where’d you and Kelce disappear to?”

Rafe freezes, only for a moment, before he looks up at Topper. Curiosity lines his features, and Rafe knows he’s going to have to lie his way out of this.

“You know, just — we hung out upstairs,” Rafe shrugs, trying to play it off.

Topper raises a brow, “You and Kelce hung out upstairs by yourselves during one of the greatest parties we’ve had all year?”

Rafe tries not to roll his eyes. To Topper, every party was the greatest. Before Rafe can say anything, however, Kelce comes up behind him and tosses an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a chokehold.

“What’s up, Cameron?” Kelce questions as Rafe fights him off, “Thorton.”

“Glad you’re here,” Topper says, “I was just asking Rafe where the two of you ended up on Friday night.”

Unlike Rafe, Kelce shrugs easily, playing it off, “A couple of the girls wanted to take a late night dip in the pool. We’re nothing if not gentlemen.”

Rafe’s eyes close under yet another lie, and when he feels Topper looking between the two, he’s sure that the truth will pop out any second.

“The pool, huh?” Topper repeats, keeping his gaze on Rafe, “That’s interesting, because—”

Rafe just about melts under the relief of Topper’s phone ringing out through the air. His eyes pop back open as Topper stares at the screen for one second before he starts backing up away from the boys.

“New girl?” Kelce asks.

Topper shakes his head, “Y/N. Promised I’d meet her in the parking lot before work. It’ll give you two some time to get your story straight.”

Rafe perks up at the mention of her name, at the promise of a glimpse. But as he watches Topper disappear out the door, he realizes he has no excuse to be out in the parking lot when he’s simply meeting Kelce for drinks. His chest deflates as he turns back to his best friend, wanting nothing more than a mai tai and a stronger stress reliever.

“You should tell him,” Kelce says, stepping in closer to prevent wandering ears, “It was just a few lines. He’s not gonna flip out.”

“I don’t give a fuck if he flips out,” Rafe snaps back, “I don’t want him to tell her.”

Kelce groans just as Rafe starts walking toward the bar. He doesn’t offer a word, knowing Kelce will follow.

“Come on, man, don’t even act like that,” Kelce grumbles, “I saw you replaying her Snapchat story over and over again.”

“So, what?”

“So,” Kelce continues, walking faster to keep up with him, “You just don’t want to admit that you gave into the fear that she’s out there fu—”

“Don’t,” Rafe spins, eyes wide as he stares Kelce down, “She’s not like that. Especially not with JJ fucking Maybank.”

“Right,” Kelce rolls his eyes, “Look, dude—”

“It was a one time thing,” Rafe promises, eyes darting around to make sure nobody is listening, “I have myself completely under control. I’m never touching that shit again. Just let it go.”

“I’ll let it go if you can tell me that you honestly did not lose it when you saw that picture of her and JJ on her story. Tell me that’s not why you suddenly wanted a line when you’ve never shown interest before.”

Clenching his jaw, Rafe shoves Kelce back, “Fuck you.”

“Fuck you,” Kelce spits, “At least admit it to yourself, Cameron. You’re letting her fuck with your head—-”

“One more word and I swear to God—”

“Whoa, guys,” Topper’s voice fills the air once more, drawing Rafe back, “What’s going on?”

Rafe turns, but his eyes don’t find Topper. They find you. In one second, he takes in the high ponytail, the ripped jeans, and the Led Zeppelin tee shirt that is so obviously not yours.

“Y/N,” Kelce speaks behind Rafe, destruction present in his tone, “Just the girl we—”

“Everything’s fine,” Rafe interrupts, “We should go to the bar.”

“Not so fast, Cameron,” Kelce says, stepping forward and latching onto Rafe’s tee shirt, “It’s not everyday we get to relive our weekend with one of the hottest—-”

“Save it, Kelce,” you shake your head, “Doesn’t work when I’m sober.”

Kelce grins, “But it works when you’re not?”

“Enough,” Rafe growls lowly, only loud enough for Kelce to hear.

Kelce, ignoring his best friend, keeps that same grin plastered across his face as he looks over to you once more.

“So, Y/N, how was your weekend? Do anything fun? Or anyone?”

Rafe swallows at the question, because he’s not sure he can handle the answer. Kelce’s grip on Rafe’s shoulder remains iron-clad, and Rafe doesn’t try fighting him off.

“Not really,” you shrug, not noticing the silent game among the boys, “Not as fun as your weekend, from what Topper tells me.”

Topper nods, “Yeah, especially those two. Still a mystery where they ran off to.”

Kelce’s grin widens, “Oh, well, I mean, you know us—”

Rafe elbow connects with Kelce’s stomach, but Kelce brushes it off. Your eyes wander over Rafe as you register the movement, but you quickly turn your attention back to Topper.

“I’m gonna go change,” you tell him, “This ponytail is giving me a headache. Do you have any aspirin?”

“In my bag. I’ll go with you,” Topper replies.

You nod, then look back to Kelce and Rafe briefly.

“See you,” you mumble, unsure of how to excuse yourself.

“Always a pleasure to see you, gorgeous,” Kelce doesn’t miss a beat, even squeezes Rafe’s shoulder, “Right, Cameron?”

Rafe tenses under Kelce’s grip as your eyes find his, just for a moment.

“See you, Y/N,” he says quietly.

You just nod and turn, letting Topper follow. He gives the boys one last, strange look, then shifts his attention back to you. Rafe watches as the two of you walk away together, laughing and talking in a way Rafe only wishes he could with you.

“Damn,” Kelce mutters once you’re out of an earshot, “Is it just me, or do those jeans work wonders for her?”

Wasting no time, Rafe shoves Kelce away. Kelce just chuckles, shaking his head at Rafe’s inability to ever let a comment slide.

“Fuck off,” Rafe grunts before he turns and walks away, over to the bar where he knows Kelce will follow.

January turns to February, and each Friday that comes along, Rafe continues to swear to Kelce he has himself under control. Never touching that shit again turns into a line every other week, and Rafe silently excuses his behavior because of a social media post or a rumor he heard or something Topper told him about you. Each Thursday that changes brings only silence from Rafe as he sits beside you, noticing your change in nail polish, perfume, and your impulsive decision to dye your hair.

The first Thursday of February, Rafe enters your home with the knowledge that tonight is your night to do the dishes after dinner. He’d helped Scott clean up last week, and with a vote of confidence from Topper, Rafe gives you a smile when he enters the house. He knows it’s unprecedented, and his palms sweat through the entire two second process, but you barely even return it before turning away to finish setting the table.

Swallowing every instinct screaming at him to stay near Scott, to leave you alone, Rafe breaks away from his father and toward the dining room. Your mom disappears into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine, leaving you alone as you move around to set forks at various places. He leans against the wall to give the aura of collectedness, even though his insides are completely twisted and turned.

Just as his mouth opens, sound crawling from his throat with the understanding that this could change everything between the two of you, Scott smacks Rafe on the back and enters the dining room.

“Hey, Cam, you gotta check out the new hoop we got out back. I can totally dunk on it,” Scott beams.

You snort, “That’s because you have it lowered to five feet high.”

Rafe laughs before he can help it, and when your eyes flash up to his, he draws back out of instinct. Your eyes fall as quickly as they rose, and before Rafe can recover, the dining room fills with adults. Soon, Rafe is shoved into his usual chair beside you, watching as you pick at your food and laugh at a joke Wheezie made.

No part of him is able to focus. He can smell your perfume, one that you’ve now worn to dinner for three weeks in a row, and he wonders what prompted the change. Before this, you’ve always worn a light, fruity scent. This one, while loved by Rafe, seems more grown up. As much as he has to squirm to avoid exciting himself every time he smells it, he wonders who you’re really wearing it for.

As dinner comes to a close, you quietly rise from your seat and grab a few plates. Rafe waits until you’ve carried yours, Scott’s, and your father’s into the kitchen, then rises himself and picks up his and your mother’s.

He follows you into the kitchen, stopping briefly at the entryway just to take in the sight of you with your back to him, standing at the sink. He racks his brain, trying to come up with something to say, but instead, he just carries the plates over in silence.

You barely glance his way as he sets them down, and Rafe licks his lips expectantly, part of him hoping that a conversation topic will just appear.

“Rafe, honey, come sit down!”

His shoulders fall at the call for his presence back in the dining room; your mother’s fear that a member of the Cameron family would feel obligated to work shining through. You look up at him once more and give him a half-smile, one which Rafe takes and appreciates wholeheartedly.

As Rafe exits the kitchen, it dawns on him that Valentine’s Day is less than two weeks away. Briefly, he wonders if you have anyone in mind, because he sure does.

Valentine’s Day falls on a Tuesday, and it’s a day that comes all too soon for Rafe. It’s one of the many days he dreads, because each year, he fears that he’ll have to see you with someone. Luckily, Rafe makes it through the entire work day and manages to secure a seat next to Kelce at the bar of the Club before any more lonely, single people could snag a chair. To further his luck, both you and Topper are on shift today. Topper — who has plans with Sarah — is sneaking out three hours before his shift ends, with the expectation that you’ll cover him.

“Hey, boys,” Topper smiles, hurrying behind the bar for a quick break

“Hey,” Rafe greets.

“How’s it feel to be the only one with Valentine’s plans, Thornton?” Kelce asks, smirking.

Topper chuckles, “Sarah and I are going to the mainland tonight. I’m guessing you two will be downing a few and drunk dialing whatever girl you hooked up with last weekend.”

“Pretty much,” Kelce shrugs, “Cameron will just be sulking all night.”

“I’m not sulking,” Rafe argues, shooting a quick glance your way before clearing his throat and looking over to Topper, “What’s she doing tonight?”

Topper exchanges a glance with Kelce before he shakes his head, then sighs and gives in.

“She’s going to some bonfire out on the Cut. But don’t worry, man, she doesn’t have a Valentine. I already asked her.”

Rafe nods to himself, then steals another look at you. Bright smile, hair wavy and framing your face perfectly, and he’s sure you’re covered in that new perfume that seems to be driving him crazy.

“There’s something I have to take care of,” Rafe blurts, standing from his stool quickly, “Nobody touch my drink.”

“Cameron, don’t you dare ask her to be your valentine,” Kelce groans, “You’d literally never recover from that rejection—”

“Shut up,” Topper hisses.

Rafe doesn’t respond, but instead, hurries inside to the main lobby of the Club. There are couples, single men, single women, and, much to Rafe Cameron’s luck, an older woman selling red roses to happy couples. Rafe trades her five dollars for five roses, then gives her an extra dollar for an index card and the use of a pen. He scribbles in a note, then hurries over to the door labeled Employees Only to execute the remainder of his plan.

Once the flowers are safely tucked into your locker, Rafe makes his way back outside. Topper is still at the bar watching basketball on the TV with Kelce, and Rafe spots you in the middle of passing out food to one of your tables.

He sits down silently and tries to compress his smile in front of his friends by downing half of his drink. Neither of them ask, and Rafe doesn’t tell.

A few minutes later, Rafe hears your voice off to his right. He perks up and looks over at you just as you call Topper’s name.

“I’m taking a break,” you tell him, “You can go when I get back.”

Topper nods, “Thanks.”

Rafe’s stomach twists at the idea that you’ll find the flowers in a mere minute, causing him to squirm in his seat.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous,” Kelce calls, “Can I buy you a drink later?”

You chuckle as you back up, “You wish.”

Kelce laughs, then turns to Rafe as he sips on his drink.

“Yes, I really do.”

Rafe rolls his eyes and elbows Kelce, then turns his attention back to the basketball game. He wonders if you’ve found the flowers yet. He wonders if you hate them. He wonders if he should’ve written more on the note. Writing more would have been creepy, he thinks. He should’ve done more. Maybe, he should’ve done nothing.

It isn’t until you walk back out onto the deck thirty minutes later, biting down on your bottom lip to hide a smile, that Rafe realizes he did exactly what you needed him to do.

You look over at Topper and nod your head toward the exit, “Go.”

“You’re an angel,” he says, giving you a quick hug before he bolts without being spotted by your boss.

You take over Topper’s cleaning duties, then step over to Kelce and Rafe. Both boys look at you at the exact same moment, and it’s then that a smile breaks out across your face.

“Anything you guys need?”

Kelce smiles, “What’s got you in such a good mood all of the sudden?”

Rafe beams, but uses his glass to hide it. You smile, taking in a deep breath before pulling Rafe’s note out of your pocket and slapping it down on the bar. Rafe’s words, clear as day, are written across the paper.

You’re beautiful. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Rafe’s smile widens, and he sits back in his chair, prepared to say nothing. Because he knows you’re not really showing him, you’re just gushing to the first people you know.

Kelce side-eyes Rafe, and right then, Rafe knows that Kelce recognizes his handwriting.

“Damn,” Kelce says sarcastically, “Got yourself a secret admirer, huh?”

“I guess,” you shrug, still smiling, “I should get back to my tables.”

Rafe smiles to himself as you fold his note and tuck it into your pocket before making your escape. He’s happy that the note and flowers mean something to you — even if he couldn’t give them to you himself.

“Jesus, Cameron,” Kelce mutters against the rim of his glass, “You’re never gonna get that girl if you don’t stop doing all this anonymous nice shit for her.”

Rafe just shakes his head — because he knows Kelce just doesn’t understand. Rafe isn’t doing it to get you. No, he does it because he gets to see that smile. That pure, real, honest smile that reminds him how much he loves you. That smile that could bring him to his knees. The smile that, above all else, he’d do absolutely anything to see.��

Friday night finds Rafe quickly. As usual.

Last night’s dinner had been the same as the weeks before — dead silent and absolute torture for Rafe. He noticed how you smiled more, though, and you’d been much more attentive to the adults when they asked you questions. Rafe tells himself it’s because of the flowers; that he’d made your Valentine’s Day and now you’re happy.

Which is why he finds himself with his first drink in his hand on Friday night with no desire to get fucked up. All he wants to think about is you, your smile, and what you did with the flowers he’d put in your work locker on Valentine’s Day.

“So, since my birthday is on Tuesday, we’ll do a late celebration on Friday night,” Kelce rambles, four drinks in, “I wanna try that bar downtown. Nobody make plans, alright?”

Topper nods, “Sounds good, dude.”

“Yeah,” Rafe agrees, “We’ll be there.”

Rafe lets his eyes wander around the kitchen while Kelce rambles about the basketball games tomorrow — how he has money on certain teams and swears he’s gonna win this week. Topper, who is now wide-eyed staring at his phone, says nothing.

“I’m just saying, Cameron, UNC is totally favored to win—”

“I don’t think you’re right about that,” Rafe argues, “Let me check.”

“How about,” Topper says quickly, yanking Rafe’s phone from his hand, “We stay off of social media. Just for tonight. Maybe tomorrow, too. I actually heard that the blue light is really bad for your sleep cycle—”

“Have you lost it?” Rafe questions, reaching for his phone, “Give me that.”

“No, dude, Rafe, I really think that—”

“Oh, shit.”

Topper and Rafe both freeze at the tone in Kelce’s voice. Topper, because he knows he’s seen it. Rafe, because he knows he hasn’t.

Slowly, Rafe turns around and looks to Kelce, who is definitely not on ESPN. Without saying a word, Kelce covers his hand with his mouth and turns his phone around, displaying your Snapchat story to Rafe.

Your smile — it’s the thing that draws him in. For that one millisecond, he feels calm. He feels happy and at peace. Then, he sees the remainder of the screen, and every ounce of that peace escapes him.

John Booker Routledge smiles widely beside you — a selfie you’d taken with him while he holds up his beer, as if flaunting his prizes to the camera. He’s standing too close to just be a friend, Rafe thinks, and even if by some chance that’s all you claim he is, Rafe knows that’s not all John B thinks.

Silently, Rafe snatches his phone from Topper and opens the photo up on his own phone, where he can analyze more details. He stares at it and dissects every inch until you wind up uploading a video of John B and JJ shotgunning a beer together on the beach. He can hear your laughter as you film, but it only breaks his heart further in two.

Closing out the app, Rafe tucks his phone back into his pocket and runs a hand through his hair. His two best friends watch closely to see what he’ll do, how he’ll react, and debate what to say. Kelce speaks first; his voice hesitant and quiet.

“Cameron, I, um, I think—”

“I think,” Rafe stops him, “I need a fucking drink.”

Turning around, Rafe snatches a Svedka bottle from the counter and pours the liquid directly into his mouth, then nods toward the back door.

“I’m gonna see what they’ve got outside,” Rafe says, carrying the bottle with him.

“Rafe,” Kelce says gently, “You really shouldn’t—”

“I shouldn’t, what?” Rafe questions, chuckling to himself, “I shouldn’t do a few lines to feel better? I shouldn’t drive out to the Cut and beat the shit out of John B? Come on, Kelce. Tell me what I shouldn’t do.”

“A few lines?” Topper recoils, glaring at Kelce, “You got him started on that?”

“Get off your fucking high horse, Thorton,” Kelce grunts.

“Yeah, just come do a line with us,” Rafe encourages, already picking Kelce up by the collar of his shirt, “It’ll be fun. Come on.”

Rafe downs another shot from the bottle before pulling both boys outside, where he tosses down a handful of bills and eventually feels so okay with everything that he can’t even remember how he landed himself at this house party.

Kelce, who did only a few lines with Rafe, turns to Topper, who remains faithful to his beer.

“He got her flowers,” Kelce mumbles, “For Valentine’s Day.”

Topper nods, “She told me. She thinks our boss put them in her locker.”

“Why don’t you tell her, dude?”

Topper shrugs, taking another sip of alcohol as he watches Rafe shove his tongue down the closest girl’s throat.

“If he falls apart like this when she posts a stupid Snap story, imagine how he’ll be when she rejects him. She doesn’t like him back, Kelceo. Telling her would destroy him.”

Slowly, Kelce nods, “So, what do we do?”

“We let him ride it out,” Topper replies, “Stick with him while he grieves, then help him move on. He’ll get over her eventually.”

Silence grows between the boys. Topper sips on his beer while Kelce crosses his arms over his chest; both of them staring at Rafe.

“What if he doesn’t?” Kelce asks suddenly.

“He will,” Topper answers, “He has to. He’s got no other choice.”

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drghostwrite · 11 months

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Next Fic voting #1

So you guys have 1 week to vote and then I'll most likely take the top 2 maybe 3 depending on how close. If you want to see that pairing but with a prompt let me know or a different pairing that I didn't list.

Thanks, Lovelies!! xoxo

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damonsalvitorewife · 5 months

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Lily

Summary: yn John Bs little sister gets caught kissing a girl.

Request: yes.

Warnings: girls kissing, , super fluffy.

MY WORK IS NOT TO BE REPOSTED, TRANSLATED OR COPIED PLEASE DON’T STEAL MY WORK!!

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Lily❤️:Hey can I come over? I miss you.

Yn: yeah that’s perfect. Everyone is out of the house.

Lily❤️: kk! I’ll be there in ten!

You were so excited! Lily was your best friend. But a few years ago you developed feeling for her. Now Lily is your girlfriend. Y’all have been dating for 3 months now.

You still haven’t told your brother John B. The only people that know is Lilys parents and Kiara. She walked in on you and Lily making out. She was very nice about and encouraged you to tell everyone else but you just weren’t ready yet.

A few minutes have passed and Lily was inside on the couch and you were kissing her.

“I love this.” Lily said.

“I love this too.” You smiled and went back to kissing.

Suddenly the door slams open. You and Lily just stay there and look at each other. While the rest of the pogues look dumb founded.

“What the hell is going on.” JB asks.

“ everyone. This is Lily, my ..girlfriend.” You say in a whisper.

“Girlfriend?” Everyone asked.

“Yes. Girlfriend. We have been dating for three months.” You say nervous.

“Well I’m ganna go.” Lily says getting up.

“ okay. Bye. I love you.” You say kissing her one more time.

“Bye babe. Love you to. I’ll text you later.” She says

You just shake your head.

“Finally!” Sarah and Kie say with a loud voice.

“You knew?!” You asked shocked.

“Of course we did. We are your best friends.” The blonde girl said.

“Why didn’t you tell me! I’m your brother!” JB yelled.

“I’m sorry. I was scared you would be grossed out or something.” You said.

“You have no idea how much I want to tell you. You have no idea how scary it is to think someone so important in your life will look at you so differently.” You say.

“I would never look at you differently. You are my sister and I love you no matter what. However I do want to meet her”. He said.

“I love you to.” You said. Hugging your big brother.

“ you said you love her!” Jj said laughing. While making kissing noises.

“ shut up.” You said laughing. Throwing a pillow at JJ.

I don’t really like it. Sorry it’s bad. I have been struggling. Xoxo.

#john b x sister reader

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callmejuliett · 1 year

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Hey everyone! 💌 It’s me callmejuliett <3 and this is my introductory post on myself & my blog 🤍

Firstly I wanna start by introducing myself🤍

my name : Juliet <3 💌

nicknames : Julie, Jules, J & JJ <3

pronouns : she/her/hers <3

age : older than 18 younger than 25

zodiac : Scorpio

rising : Sagittarius

moon : Leo

nationality : P FKN R

I’m just a dream girl manifesting her life <3

shifting blog : @callherjuliet

Currently my asks and dms are open. Feel free to ask me any question you may have. I’ll answer whenever I have a chance <3

In this blog you’ll find the following things :

my personal journey with the law & everything I’ve learned so far (in the form of helpful post to guide you)

my personal manifestation & revision list and more <3 (really anything else I find cute or fun to do)

my personal success stories (step by step on how I did it)

my own manifestation advice (personal advice I’ve used myself)

Remember everything you want it’s already yours & all you need to get what you want is you 🤍

See you all soon. Lots of love & peace for you all <3

xoxo Juliet <3

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leemalkovich · 8 months

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✵ xoxo Sam

Their first impression of your muse: Young, weak, not fit for the Syndicate life. Doesn't 'get it'. Nothing too impressive or that made him stand out.

Current impression: Lee goes through phases where that original impression is crushed, but it's easy to go back to it when they don't see eye to eye. But overall he does believe he fits into the Syndicate and yes, leadership too

Are they attracted to your muse?: No, but if Sam asks, yes

Something they find frightening about your muse: Those months when he had a mustache

Something they find adorable about your muse: His Star Wars collection

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: No <3

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: No

One word my muse would use to describe yours: Twat

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Sure that'd be funny

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Yes but only to gross him out

#ask meme

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val-el · 1 year

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what fics are you currently writing :D?

so i'm starting this by saying that i have a lot of WIPs to the point i started counting them for shits n giggles.

i have 52 dc fic wips at the moment.

the majority of them are for my civilian bruce au, because that series owns me at this point djfhsdkfa but a lot of them are also jj and birdflash so i'll just talk about those ones lmao (none of them have titles at the moment, so you get to read my placeholder titles and assume what you will)

tim tries to impress a boy and fails phenomenally

jj relapse ft good brother jason and roy sponsering <3

-throws jason and tim in a room of laughing gas- now bond

pov: ur boyfriend dies so you destroy all of reality

(collab) yj stormchaser au ft timbartkon

(collab) jj orphan angst fic

flames of the night (nightwing and flamebird birdflash au)

SIR THIS IS A SONIC (fab five fast food au)

it's MY rarepair and i am making them kiss

jayroy marriage of convenience

aro dick fic xoxo

batbro bonding night extreme

batbro bonding night extreme, this time with jason

damian "i've died more than you" wayne

dead robin society (my magnum opus)

okay those are the big main ones djfhskdjfhakdfhajkd

#i. write a lot. too much.#cas tag #asks #my fics

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n8-shaw · 1 year

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{ JACOB ELORDI, 22, CISGENDER MALE, HE/HIM } Is that NATHANIEL SHAW? A JUNIOR originally from SAG HARBOR, NY, they decided to come to Ogden College to study UNDECIDED on an ATHLETIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE BRUISER WITH A SOFT CENTER on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

THE ESSENTIALS

Nathaniel Shaw hates rich people. Raised in a poor family, by an on-and-off single mother thanks to his absentee father, he had to work for every single cent he’s ever had. He dealt with this with bitterness and resentment, choosing to take it out by punching whoever pissed him off, getting into fights and trouble more often than not as he was growing up. With his athletic talents, it was enough to get him a scholarship to Ogden, but not enough that he’d ever get the chip off his shoulder about being the poor kid around the unbelievably wealthy. He’s over-sensitive, withdrawn, and tactless, but if you get on his good side, he may just allow you to share his weed and show that underneath that, he does have a pisces stellium, and does in fact have feelings beyond just letting them get hurt so he can start hitting people.

pinterest - muse tag

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS

ryan atwood (the oc) - billy dunne (daisy jones and the six) - nate macauley (one of us is lying) - marcus baker (ginny and georgia)- jj maybank (obx) - william magnusson (skam) - tim riggins (fnl) - jess (gilmore girls) - johnny castle (dirty dancing) - the ninth doctor (doctor who) - roy kent (ted lasso) - patrick verona (10 things i hate about you) - diego hargreeves (the umbrella academy) - john bender (the breakfast club) - alex karev (grey’s anatomy) - conrad fisher (tsitp)

TV TROPES

BRUISER WITH A SOFT CENTER - dark and troubled past - the stoner - byronic hero - abusive parents - disappeared dad - fish out of water - scholarship student - the casanova - jerk jock - delinquents - book dumb - tall dark and snarky - sour outside sad inside - hidden depths

OGDEN COLLEGE 2022-2023

Major:

Undecided - some classes he has been taking, beyond gen-eds are: ceramics/wheel-throwing, photography, literature classes, and avoiding anything to do with music thus far xoxo

Extracurriculars:

Swimming, Crew, Boxing Club

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Nathaniel Shaw

NICKNAME(S): Nate, Natey (only from his younger sister, if anyone else calls him that, they’re consenting to be punched in the face)

DATE OF BIRTH: march 23rd, 2001

AGE: twenty-one

ZODIAC SIGN: aries sun, pisces moon, aries rising, pisces mercury, pisces venus (in retrograde), aries mars. have fun!

OCCUPATION: ????????????? part time pool boy, illegal street fighter. idk was this man does beyond that

HOMETOWN: sag harbor, ny/melbourne, australia

NATIONALITY: american and australian dual citizen

ETHNICITY: a white man?! no!.gif

LANGUAGE(S): english (barely)

GENDER & PRONOUNS: he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight, to make him worse. but also it's sorta "straight"

RELIGION: definitely an atheist

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: i don’t think he has political opinions other than eat the rich

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: Jacob Elordi

HEIGHT: 6′5″

EYE COLOUR: brown

HAIR COLOUR + STYLE: dark brown, worn like this (yes, the mullet, sorry).

ACCENT + INTENSITY: Australian - it comes and goes with how strong it is. He lived in Melbourne from age 3-15, so it’s definitely there, but it also is faded at this point, especially on certain words. it can come out stronger as well, and he definitely do be emphasizing it sometimes

TATTOO(S): a thin line around his left forearm, with a wave above it on the inside of his arm (going almost up into his elbow), coordinates of sag harbor and melbourne on the back of his left arm above his elbow, rowing oar along the outer bone of his right forearm, initial tattoo on the inside of his right forearm (gotten with all four siblings when his younger sister turned 18)

SCAR(S): probably a lot

PIERCING(S): one in each ear lobe - usually wears either a plain gold hoop in them

GLASSES: yes, but he doesn’t wear them 99% of the time. is this man just wandering around blind? very possibly

CLOTHING STYLE: honestly i imagine a lot like Jacob Elordi’s more lowkey style - something like this, this or this. Josh Heuston's style is very fitting too, like this, this, this or this. He also wears all the jewlery/rings/necklaces and often has his nails painted. and this pic is the ultimate nate style for me.

PERSONALITY

MBTI TYPE: INFJ

POSITIVE TRAITS: passionate, loyal, independent, honest, brave

NEGATIVE TRAITS: all of them. over-sensitive, short-tempered, aggressive, pessimistic, cynical, crass, withdrawn, resentful, impatient, reckless, (overly) competitive, attention seeking, tactless, brash, intense, aloof

GOALS/DESIRES: (suicide tw) literally nate barely even wants to be alive, so no, he doesn’t have any goals

FEARS: turning into his father

HOBBIES: ….smoking weed, contemplating the misery of his existence, punching people in the face, fucking bitches and getting money (except the money part because he’s poor), playing the guitar/lowkey fucking around with music production

HABITS: his habits include smoking a joint daily, punching whoever pisses him off, scowling when people speak to him……there’s probs more but that’s what i got tbh

SMOKES? weed, constantly.

DRINKS? most definitely

DRUGS? has dabbled....and will get worse if the plots i want work out

HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR TROPE:

Nate is the BRUISER WITH A SOFT CENTER because, at the end of the day, he is far more sensitive than he will ever let on. Everything hurts this Pisces moon, even as he glowers and glares, and yes, punches his way through them. He’s quick to react with anger - which often translates into violence - all while hiding how things are constantly hurting him. It’s easier to ignore it, because there’s nothing he can do. It’s just the hand he was dealt. And if he’s good at anything (which he still thinks may be debatable), it’s throwing a punch.

EXPANDED PERSONALITY:

Most of Nate’s personality is negative. Even what could be a positive trait (such as competitiveness, honesty, sensitivity, intensity….) he tends to turn it up to 1000 until it’s damaging. But honestly, most of it just negative to start with. He’s very withdrawn and broody, spends most of his time and interactions just glowering at people, and yet has an extremely short fuse, so will go from no reaction to swinging in the blink of an eye. he basically throws tantrums like a toddler, albeit a very large, 6′5″ toddler who actually knows how to fight.

However, he is extremely loyal if he decides someone is worth it - spoiler alert, most people aren’t - he will be there for them in the best way Nate knows how. Still tactless, but like, he tries his best. Basically his way of showing emotional support is being like so, uh, you wanna smoke a joint? Because at the end of the day, Nate is not very smart. Emotionally, or in a book smart sense. He can come off a bit of a himbo, just with his attempts to be charming and flirt with women (when he wants to). Plus he’s hot. And he knows it. And isn’t afraid to use it.

Speaking of women (ladies, please run), Nate likes to be pursued. He hates having to make the first move - probably due to of feeling like he isn’t worth it, more on that below - and he will flirt, charm, seduce, but when it actually comes down to it, he wants the other person to make that final leap. Some sort of validation or something. He likes when girls pay attention to him, and tries to coax it out of them. However, he also has a lot of resentment towards his mother for chasing after his father and bending over backwards to try to make things work, so he also loses interest as soon as a girl is too interested. And when he loses interest, he won’t say anything, he’ll just ghost or cheat. The only kind of confrontation Natey boi is good at is one that involves his fists.

His default way of connecting with people is…well, sex. Nate has no examples of a healthy emotional relationship, and he isn’t good at making friends, so typically, when a girl wants to get close to him, he fakes intimacy with his head between their legs, making them feel like they have him because he’s sleeping with them. Like he’s open and connected to them just because they boned. In reality, it’s just his way of avoiding the emotional intimacy he’s petrified of, because he knows it’ll come back to hurt him. The only downside to all that is the rare times he does want to emotionally connect with someone, he has no idea how to. All he knows how to offer is his body, really.

Nate’s very dry, prone to swearing (he did grow up in Australia), and his sense of humor is very deadpan. If you actually talk to him, you realize there’s a lot of sarcasm in his cynicism, put the issue is that he’s extremely withdrawn from most people, and honestly doesn’t even see the point in having conversations with them. He also uses this to hide a lot of his fundamental insecurities - he genuinely feels like he’s not going to amount to much, mostly because he’s been made to feel that way. He acts brash and confident, but he really does struggle with feeling like he’s worth anything. It’s part of why he gets so over-competitive, because he wants to prove he’s good at something.

CONNECTION IDEAS

some wanted dynamics -

a childhood friend from australia (one day i will submit this wc to the main)

i still really would like nate to get into music, so someone to help encourage him along that path would be....amazing. he really loves music, but his father was a deadbeat musician, and since nate HATES him sm...he's gotta come to terms with that side of himself

in general, someone(s) who encourages his artsy soft boi side to come out

hamptons enemies - people who summared in the hamptons, dynamic would be dependant on muse. maybe people whose families he worked for (outside of the Morrison's?)?? Bonus points if they had a hot mom he could've banged !!

fight club - nate street fights for money, so ppl who participate or aware of that would be funsies

hook-ups/fwbs/ons's to help him get over the girls in his past since they are all no longer options rip

flirtationships - bc nate rarely makes the first move

the other man - nate has no morals, so if u need someone for ur muse to cheat on their significant other with...here he is

and as always - down to brainstorm and put nate into anything that would fit !!

RELATIONSHIP WITH GREER:

When the Shaw family moved back to Sag Harbor from Australia, where Nate’s mother grew up, they instantly realized they were not on the same class playing feel as everyone else. They had never been wealthy. Four children and barely steady incomes from their parents - when they were even together - guaranteed that. The kids all realized pretty quickly they were going to have to get jobs, especially now that their father was completely out of the picture. Nate ended up working for a few families who ‘summered’ (god, he hated that word) nearby, working as a pool boy. One of those families…yeah, you guessed it, was the Morrison’s. Greer took interest in the pretty Australian pool boy who was her age, inviting him along to join some of the parties she and her friends had, despite him being her family’s staff. No way was that going to end badly.

Also, they may have hooked up a time or two their senior year of high school. But that’s irrelevant.

FAMILY

FULL FAMILY PAGE

SOCIAL CLASS: lower class

FATHER: Luke Shaw

MOTHER: Ella Shaw, née Quentin

SIBLING(S)? 3 - older brother; Liam Shaw , older sister; Melanie Shaw, and a younger sister; Quentin "Quinnie" Shaw.

CHILDREN? do not let this man reproduce no matter what you do (also having children is also his worst nightmare, since the last thing he wants is to his father)

ABOUT NATE

FULL BIOGRAPHY

nate is the third out of four kids in five years to two highly incompatible people

his mom followed his dad back to australia when he was 3, only to call it all off 12 years later, and move back to sag harbor when nate was 15

nate took the move v hard in general, got into a lot of fights, briefly ended up in juvie after being charged with assault

couldn't pay for a lawyer, but the kid he was defending became his best friend (xoxo keys) and his father was a public defender and got the charges dropped, so he doesn't TECHNICALLY have it on his record

shortly after he got invited to an illicit fighting ring, which had money being given to winners and tossed around in bets by the rich kids who vacationed in the summer

that's how nate ended up hanging out with them and partying with them despite being poorTM

early in the fall his senior year, there was a back to school party where the house they were in ended up burning down - since nate was the only one who didn't have rich parents, who do you think took the fall? (hint: nate)

stanford stopped recruiting him & he broke up with his girlfriend at the time (actually, he just ghosted her, but that counts)

did he end up getting a scholarship at ogden in return for keeping his mouth shut? maybe (yes)

when he came to ogden as a freshman in college, he came in as an engineering major (why? no idea - think someone told him too and he was like, well, i have no hopes or dreams of my own, so y not), failed a bunch of classes, and then ended up switching to an undecided major for his junior year…so is he going to graduate on time? absolutely not. he is very much behind in his schooling.

SOME FUN FACTS

yes, nate has jacob's australian accent

he is basically ryan atwood and i regret nothing

he worked as a pool boy and mowed lawns and shit during the summer once he moved back to the Hamptons as a teen to make some extra cash, so rubbed shoulders with a lot of rich kids, which just made him more bitter about all of it

he did in fact sleep with several milf housewives while he was doing above jobs

plays the guitar and piano and likes to fuck around with music production in his free time - his father is a musician so his lack of acknowledging this/sharing this/actually allowing himself to enjoy it is due to his ~ daddy issues ~

deep down he is an artsy soft boi, and he just refuses to acknowledge that he loves music because of his father, and the fear that exploring that side of himself will just turn him into his dad. it's definitely something he needs to come to terms to still

he started taking more art classes this semester now that he is undecided and he signed up for a wheel-throwing class so he QUICKLY became one of those slutty shirtless wheel-throwing tik tok boys. his first successful pot he made he gave to rhia so she could plant things in it.

FALL SEMESTER TOUCHBASE

jesse threw nate under the bus, nate threw jesse under the bus, they kissed fought, the cops were looking at nate real sussy

so yeah from the very first sit down with the cops, nate was not making a good impression

he did get dragged outta the pool during a swim practice to be questioned

after their second interview, he is in their list of suspects :)

overall, nate is trying very hard to not be involved with greer or her disappearance at ALL because he does not want to be held responsible

he did overhear (with pippa) penny saying that she knew why greer left

oh also, he hooked monty and ollie up with a half built house to use as a drug base, thanks to his connects in the construction industry near ogden

he has those connects bc the summer between his freshman and sophomore years, he worked for nat's dad while they were dating. and nat's dad hates him. so nate said fuck u i'ma have my friends deal drugs outta ur house

#ogdenintro #muse

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