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stiles-o-dylan24 · 6 months

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|| JJ Maybank x Cordelia || OBX Rewrite || TAGLIST || • JORDELIA🎶 • SHIPS OF OPOE •

Season One

Chapter 1 - Welcome Home

Chapter 2 - The Lucky Compass

Chapter 3 - The Forbidden Zone

Chapter 4 - Spy Games

Chapter 5 - Midsummers

Chapter 6 - Parcel 9

Chapter 7 - Dead Calm

Chapter 8 - The Runaway

Chapter 9 - The Bell Tower

Chapter 10 - The Phantom

Season Two

Chapter 11 - The Gold

Chapter 12 - The Heist

Chapter 13 - Prayers

Chapter 14 - Homecoming

Chapter 15 - The Darkest Hour

Chapter 16 - My Druthers

Chapter 17 - The Bonfire

Chapter 18 - The Cross

Chapter 19 - Trapped

Chapter 20 - The Coastal Venture

Season Three

Chapter 21 - Poguelandia

Chapter 22 - The Bells

Chapter 23 - Fathers and Sons

Chapter 24 - The Diary

Chapter 25 - Heists

Chapter 26 - The Dark Forest

Chapter 27 - Happy Anniversary

Chapter 28 - Tapping the Rudder

Chapter 29 - Welcome to Kitty Hawk

Chapter 30 - Secret of the Gnomon

Season Four

Chapter 31 -

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rafeandonlyrafe · 3 months

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unexpected consequences

words: 700

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, condoms breaking, pregnancy/breeding talk, unprotected p in v sex, established relationship, mention of marriage

“oh fuck, yeah.” you moan out, fingers gripping rafes shoulders. “right-right there.”

your moans are extra loud today, having been apart from rafe for nearly a week after he had business out of the country. rafe is just as pent up as you, thrusting harshly into your cunt to the chorus of his grunts.

“close.” rafe warns, but you could tell anyways by the swelling of his cock that he wouldn’t last long.

“oh my god, yes.” you moan out, back arching off the bed as your release pushes through your body, cumming with a final shout of your boyfriends name.

rafe drops his head into your neck as he cums inside of you, pushing as deeply as he can as your cunt pulses around him. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press soft kisses to his head while rafe pants through his orgasm, until you shift slightly and feel it inside of you.

“rafe, pull out.” you shove at his shoulder, causing him to look up in concern, but he slips his softening cock out.

“what is it baby?” rafe asks. you look down at the condom he always wears, where theres always a bit of white cum gathered at the tip, but this time it looks practically empty, like he just rolled it on.

“rafe.” you hit his shoulder, causing him to flinch and look down.

“wha-” rafe suddenly realizes the issue, rolling himself off the bed as he walks into the bathroom, no doubt to inspect the condom and tell you what you already know is true.

“it broke.” rafe says when he comes out a moment later.

“i know.” you admit, shifting your hips from side to side again. “i can tell.”

“im so sorry baby.” rafe says with a sigh, laying on the bed next to you but not pulling you into his arms, not sure if you want to be touched.

“its okay.” you hum softly, mind still reeling. “you didn’t know.”

“what are we gonna do?” rafe asks, knowing you’re not on birth control due to affecting other medication you’re on.

“well, i can take a plan b in the morning…” you say quietly.

“or.” rafe encourages you to continue, able to tell that you aren’t finished.

“or we could wait and see. i mean i probably won’t get pregnant just from one time, right?” you shrug.

“what about if it does take? and you’re pregnant?” rafe asks, looking at your tummy.

as if you’re thinking the same thing, you lay your hand over your stomach, knowing that even if you are pregnant there is nothing in there yet, but the thought alone has you rubbing gently over your skin. “i don’t know.” you admit.

“i want to keep it.” rafe blurts out. “if-if you are pregnant.” rafe can’t take not touching you any longer, pulling you close to him and tangling your limbs together.

“are you sure?” you raise your eyebrows. you think rafe would be an amazing father, knowing how protective he is of you, and how he strives every day to take even better care of you. “we are so young.”

“i love you. i want to be with you, i want a family with you. why not start now?” rafe questions. he won’t admit it to you yet, but he’s been thinking about taking the next step, having even gone ring shopping to see his options. “besides-” rafe smiles, “why are you trying to talk me out of it? you’ve always wanted kids.”

you grin back at him. “i know.” you let a giggle free, feeling giddy about the possibility. you’ve always wanted to become a mom, especially because you have so many younger siblings. “so, are we doing this?”

“yes.” rafe says definitively, pulling you in for a kiss, a comforting one that you truly need.

“oh my god, im so excited.” you break the kiss to mumble against his lips.

rafe nods in agreement, lowering a hand between your bodies to touch your stomach. “probably too early to start talking to your tummy, huh?”

“definitely. i mean, we don’t even know if i’m pregnant, it may take a couple tries…” you trail off, hoping rafe gets your intention.

“well, i will just have to keep cumming inside you.” rafe shrugs. “in fact, we shouldn’t take any chances and i should fill you up again right now.”

rafes hand lowers from your stomach to your thigh as he grabs your flesh and pulls your leg over his hip, spreading your thighs for him as your cunt rubs up against his quickly hardening cock.

“rafe!” you shout with a laugh, but don’t stop him as he begins to grind his cock into your core.

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imbestforyou · 10 months

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you belong with me

pairing: jj maybank x bestfriend!reader

summary: reader is in love with jj, but jj’s dating another girl…

warnings: unmutual pining, minor profanity, poorly edited, cliffhanger (sorry i got lazy), short pt. 2 if people want it idk, little angst and fluff

approx. reading time: 8 minutes and 30 seconds

writing inspo: you belong with me (taylor’s version) by taylor swift

masterlist :)

“wait what?” i exclaimed. i was sitting in sarah’s room listening to her talk about her day at the beach with the pogues.

“yes i swear! he brought emily there and had his arm wrapped around her and everything! didn’t even surf, which is crazy for jj.”

“so he must be serious about this girl, right?” i sighed as i layed on her bed. i couldn’t believe it. jj maybank? in a relationship with a kook girl?

“i mean i don’t know much. but if i’m being honest, he didn’t seem that interested in her.” she talked as she curled her hair for her date with john b. i stayed silent. i couldn’t believe it.

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“hey y/n!” i stopped in my tracks. i knew that voice all too well. and it was the voice of someone i had been ignoring for the past two weeks. i turned slowly to face him.

“hey.” i said looking at the floor. purposely avoiding eye contact. it wasn’t that i didn’t want to see jj, i did. but it hurt to know he was dating someone else. especially emily, someone who was drastically different from me, from all the pogues to be honest.

“i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever. what’s up with that? sarah told me you’ve been sick, but i told her that was bullshit. you haven’t gotten sick since like the 3rd grade.” he grabbed me by the shoulders playfully. i look up to see emily staring at me from the bar.

“uh yeah. i don’t know what happened. probably got it from my parents after they came back from new york.” it was a lie. my parents hadn’t been to new york in ages.

with emily giving me a death stare and jj touching me, i was feeling claustrophobic and a little freaked out, “anyways look i’ll see you later. i have to get home and get some homework done.” i turn around and start walking before he can begin a sentence.

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you're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset

she's going off about something that you said

‘cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

my eyes were closed while i sunbathed on the beach before i was interrupted by another call on my phone.

jj <3 - 3 missed calls

jj <3 - calling now

“hello?”

“y/n? y/n! hey how- how are you doing?” he stutters a bit.

“hey i’m doing fine? are you okay? you sound a little weird.”

“i’m good just pissed at emily.” he huffed.

“ahh emily. so how is your new girlfriend?”

“she’s pissed at me for some lame joke i made with pope. and she called attacking me and shit because i was being a douchebag or something.”

“ha what else is new.” i joke. and he laughs which stops my heart for a minute. i pause then ask,

“what was the joke?” i ask, curious to know why emily would be so upset.

“i told her the dress she was wearing looked like a hospital gown and she got all pissed. wasn’t even a good joke…” he mumbled.

i laughed, he was right. it wasn’t, i could think of thousands of jokes better, but i could tell it must’ve been an attempt to make emily and pope laugh.

“i guess she doesn’t get your humor.”

“guess not…” he sighs then starts again,

“hey l was wondering if you wanted to hang out later. i don’t know i’ve been feeling really distant from you recently.

“yeah i’m sorry about that, um so like with the pogues or…?”

“nah just yo- sorry hold that thought emily’s calling me and i really don’t want to make her more mad. i’ll call you back.”

he never called back.

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im in the room, it's a typical tuesday night

im listening to the kind of music she doesn't like

and she'll never know your story like I do

a week had passed and he still hadn’t called me. i wasn’t even trying to ignore him anymore, he just was never around. school had ended and summer break had finally begun. and still no call.

as i layed on my bed and sang along to “the blue” by gracie abrams, sarah tries convincing me to talk to jj.

“why don’t you just call him? see what’s up? it’s not like him to be this distant. it’s with john b too, hasn’t been to the chateau recently. and you know how his dad is.”

“a shitty father is what he is.” i spit out. even though i was irritated at jj for not even trying to keep any communication between any of the pogues my hatred for luke will always be worse.

i sit up, “look he’s probably fine and with emily. i’ll talk to john b to get him to chill. but honestly i don’t think jj wants to keep contact with any of us. if he wanted to he would have.”

“i don’t know, you should call him. emily has like tied him up all for herself. have you noticed that?”

but she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts

shes cheer captain and im on the bleachers

dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find

that what you're looking for has been here the whole time

“i mean i think everyone has. or that fact that she’s nothing like any of us and exactly like the type of girl he would make fun of.”

“a kook princess, like what i was.”

“exactly. i don’t want to judge him but why would he go into a relationship with someone who he so obviously doesn’t like?”

“something is up y/n. go figure it out.” she grabbed my car keys and pushed me out the door.

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standing by and waiting at your back door

all this time, how could you not know, baby?

you belong with me, you belong with me

i take a deep breathe before knocking at his door.

no response. i knock again.

“hello! anyone home?”

“shut the hell u- y/n?” jj opens the door.

“hi- hey i just came to check on you. can i come in?”

he turns back, no doubt looking for his father. “probably not the best idea.”

“yeah- yeah uh wanna go to mine? so we can talk?” he nods and shuts the door behind him. he doesn’t make eye contact but all i can do is stare at the blood on his face and knuckles.

oh, I remember you driving to my house

in the middle of the night

im the one who makes you laugh

when you know you're 'bout to cry

and I know your favorite songs

and you tell me 'bout your dreams

think I know where you belong

think I know it's with me

i unlock my house from the back door to hopefully not make as much noise. my parents couldn’t find out i was sneaking in a boy in the middle of the night. i hurriedly close the door to my room and turn to him.

“are you okay?” i spill out.

“yes.” he’s quiet, that’s not the jj i know.

“you know you can talk to us, right? like any of the pogues, we’re here for you. i’m here for you.” i move closer and touch the blood on his forehead, and he winces. his head is sticky, like if he had been sweating. and i can’t decide whether it’s because of the humidity or if he was fighting with his father. probably both.

“luke?” he just nods. my heart breaks for him. i grab his hand and let him sit on my bed. i grab my first aid kit and rubbing alcohol and get to work on the blood and bruises on his hand and knuckles.

we sit in comfortable silence. but it was mostly me waiting to see if he was going to talk about his dad.

“i didn’t want to ignore you guys.” he speaks so low, i almost couldnt hear him. i kneel down so i can look at his face.

“then why did you?”

“i- i told my dad something, stupid i know. but he blew up on me a couple weeks ago. told me his boss had a nice daughter named emily my age. said if i could get with her, he’d get more money or some shit. i don’t know i guess i wanted to make him proud. so i- i started dating her. kept fucking it up and he would beat the shit out of me. didn’t want you guys to see me like that.”

i sighed. my hands were holding his for comfort. something we’d done since we were kids but felt really unfamiliar now.

“what’d you tell your dad to make him set you up with emily?”

he coughed, “told’m that i loved someone.”

my heart dropped for the second time in two months. why did i even think for a second that’d i’d have a chance? i told myself we belonged together.

“oh.” i got up and released my hands from his. suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. i cleared my throat.

“um well, i have some sleeping bags in my closet and if you want you can sleep in my bed or um whatever feels more com-“

“i told him i loved you.”

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makiwife · 1 year

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joe burrow on obx??!!

Joe Burrow x Reader Instagram au

authors notes: face claim is Madelyn Cline. these are so fun to make lol. ooc?? all pics are from Madelyn Clines Instagram. joes pics are from his Instagram. enjoy!!

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Y/nInstagram thank you instyle for the photoshoot!! I love you.

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madisonbaileybabe: YOU LOOK SO GOOD!!

↳ Y/nInstagram: lover💋

drewstarkey: my sister is that you?

joeyb_9: Sarah Cameron?? arent you supposed to be in pougelandia?

↳ Y/nInstagram: bengals qb?? i thought you weren’t an social media kinda guy?😁

y/n444: marry me pls🙏🙏

jonathandavissofficial: instyle did you good

lahjay10_: ain’t no way burrow commented

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obx: def not a Sarah Cameron dupe

oliviarodrigo: stunna

Ilovey/n: how can someone be so gorgeous

obxfan1: praying we get obx 3

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Y/nInstagram catch us on february 23th🤞

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↳ Y/nInstagram: make football an all year-round sport then we can talk.

hichasestokes: OBX 3!!!!

madisonbaileybabe: you ate in that pic

austinnorth55: cover is so sick

sam_hubbard_:will be watching the second it comes out

Obxlover: I NEED IT NOW

Jaira5: need more jaira and jarah

bengals: obx 4?

↳ Y/nInstagram: maybe?? maybe not??

joeyb_9: holy shit it’s happening

↳ Y/nInstagram indeed it is

Zendaya: can’t wait!!

obxfan1: THE GODS HEARD MY PRAYERS

rudeth: WOOOWHOOO

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joeyb_9 football and beaches

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↳ joeyb_9: isn’t that cute

Evan_Mcphearson: YOURE DATING THE ACTRESS THAT PLAYS SARAH CAMERON?!??

Y/nInstagram: yes I’m the football he’s holding

nfl: THE BIGGEST PLOT TWIST EVER???

lahjay10_: are you gonna be in the new szn?

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sam_hubbard_: as if people didn’t know from joe’s thirsty ass comments😹

Y/nInstagram: love you joey!!

↳ joeyb_9 love you more baby

bengals: makes obx that more interesting

joeburrowlover: HES DATING Y/N???

teehiggins: way to tell everyone!

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joshallenqb: 🔥🔥

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Y/nInstagram my second family🥹

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charles_esten: miss yall

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y/nloverr: Y/n and madison best girls

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thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoy writing these series.

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beyonddmythoughtssworld · 11 months

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always there | rafe cameron x reader

Summary: Being best friends with Rafe means pulling him out of the bullshit he gets himself into. Being in love with said best friend means waiting for the day he realizes that he wants you back. Unfortunately for both of you, Rafe realizes too late.

Word Count: 10.2k

Warnings: 18+ content, angst, drinking, mentions of cocaine use, unrequited love, asshole!rafe, smut, no condom, shower sex, slapping, spanking, small amount of anal play, daddy kink

"Y/N!"

You laugh when Topper swings open the passenger side door, arms wide as he greets you. Kelce fumbles with the door to the back, whining and asking for your help. You're about to take your seatbelt off when Rafe comes over, opening the door and pushing Kelce inside the car.

The drunk man stumbles in, giggling as he sits up and relaxes back into the seat as you bite your lip to hold in a smile. Topper is about to climb into the passenger side when Rafe stops him with a hand on his shoulder, moving him back so he can climb in the seat himself.

Topper lets out a noise in protest, "Come on, man! You always get the front."

"That's because the front is my seat," Rafe speaks slowly as he leans his head back on the seat, turning to face you with a slanted smile. "Right, Y/N?"

Your heart picks up when his blue eyes meet yours, glancing down to your lips so quick you think you imagined it. He knew what he was doing; he always does. That doesn't stop the shiver that goes down your spine, but you recover and feign nonchalance as you lean on the middle console to look at Topper.

"Technically... it is his seat," You shrug, Topper letting out an I swear before climbing in the back next to Kelce and shoves him over slightly, making Kelce plop over so he's leaning against the other door. You start the car, pulling out of the random driveway away from the party. Heading in the direction of your house, you prepare for a night of stopping them from choking in their own vomit.

"Seems like the party was fun," You speak over the low music, taking your phone to skip the song. Rafe reaches over, grabbing your phone from your hand as he unlocks it, starting to scroll through the playlist.

"It was, actually," Rafe muttered, glancing over at you. "You should've come."

You let go of the small part of you that read into his words, hoping he really did miss that you weren't there. Normally, you go to every party with them, always together. It'd been like that since high school, but you weren't in the mood to be ditched by Rafe five minutes in for some random girl.

"If I did, who else was gonna come save your drunk asses?" You asked sarcastically, Topper jumping into the conversation as he leans forward on the middle console.

"Touché."

"How did you know we needed a ride? I don't remember texting you..." Kelce trails off, and you look in the rearview mirror to see him fumbling to get into his back pocket where his phone was.

"Rafe did."

"Ahh, right," Kelce stops his movements, looking at you with a mischievous look. "That makes more sense."

You roll your eyes, grateful that Rafe is too busy scrolling through your phone for a song -- still. It was no secret that you had a little crush on Rafe, but you hated when they would make subtle jokes about it. You knew they were harmless; if they knew your feelings weren't just some small, schoolgirl crush they wouldn't make fun of you, especially in front of Rafe.

You can't place when you started having feelings for your oldest friend; maybe you always had them. But Rafe mastered the art of feigning oblivion to the way you look at him or would drop everything at his word, only teasing you sometimes when he's drunk.

You're about to respond when you notice the look on Kelce's face as he swallows whatever the hell was about to come up. Your nose crinkles in disgust, "Don't throw up in my car."

"You better not fucking puke," Rafe says at the same time, Topper moving over to the other door. Kelce takes a moment, raising his arms and nodding his head as he chokes out, "I'm good."

The rest of the ride is fairly smooth; if you ignore Kelce complaining about his stomach, Topper complaining about feeling dizzy because the alcohol just fully hit him, and Rafe complaining about them complaining. Fortunately for you, you've grown accustomed to their antics, turning up the music to drown them out.

The second you park in the driveway, Kelce is stumbling out of the backseat, throwing up in the bushes. You look away, walking over to the other side to see Rafe opening the door for Topper, slapping his cheek to wake him up.

"I got them," He tells you, nodding back to the house. "Might want to get the toilet ready."

You give him a nod, watching as he tugs Topper out of the seat but makes him walk by himself. Topper stumbles next to you as Rafe goes over to pick up Kelce from the bushes, throwing the drunk friend's arm over his shoulder so he can walk him behind you guys inside the house.

Unlocking the front door, you walk down the hall to open the door to the small bathroom. Rafe drags Kelce into the bathroom, placing him against the wall next to the toilet. You come back with bottled water, handing it to Rafe who puts it on the floor next to Kelce. You guys keep the door open as you walk back to the kitchen.

Topper was passed out laying on his stomach with one of his legs dangling off the couch, leaving you and Rafe. Rafe leans against the island as you walk to the fridge, grabbing a couple more bottled waters. You walk back to the counter to take a seat next to Rafe, handing him a water that he instantly opens and gulps down.

You lean over to grab the container of Oreos, opening it and grabbing one. You sit back in the seat, separating the cookie and scraping the creme to one side. "You don't seem as drunk as them."

Rafe puts the water down, leaning back onto his elbows.

"They didn't have any of the good shit," He shrugged. "Besides, if I did you would've had to carry three drunks in the house and you can barely hold yourself up."

You slap his arm, Rafe looking down at the movement before looking up at you again, "What were doing before you came to get us?"

"Just watching a movie," You shrug, eating one half of the cookie. "Why?"

Rafe shakes his head, lifting a shoulder as he reaches over to grab an Oreo, "You look good."

Your face flushes at his words. You weren't wearing anything special; you didn't plan on going inside the party so you just stayed in your sleeping shorts and Friends big tee with a random pair of uggs. He doesn't need to know you splashed your face with some water and fluffed your hair a little.

"Nice to know you're at least drunk enough to flirt with me," You play off, popping the other half of the cookie into your mouth as he knits his eyebrows at you. "What do you mean?"

You want to roll your eyes at his feigned confusion, the cocky smile revealing itself the longer you look at him. You reach over to grab another cookie as Rafe walks around the kitchen to the cellarette and looks at the selection.

He pulls out an expensive bottle of whiskey, holding it up and looking back at you, "Now this... this is the good shit."

He walks to the cabinet, opening it and grabbing two shot glasses expertly between his fingers. Walking back to his previous position next to you, Rafe places the shot glasses down and unscrews the bottle, filling the shot glasses.

You finish the last bites of the cookie, grabbing a shot glass and lifting your arm up. Rafe taps his shot glass against yours, the both of you keeping eye contact as Rafe toasts, "To having our own party."

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The sweltering heat made you sigh against the seat of the golf cart, rubbing the sweat from your forehead as you got up to walk over to where the boys were golfing.

"Are you guys almost done now?"

"Y/N. You know we're not," Kelce rolls his eyes.

You groan as you clutch your stomach dramatically, "I'm starving."

"We got you fries on the way here," Topper placates, swinging his club at the golf ball and watching it move closer to the hole.

"And that did so much," You deadpan.

"We only have a couple more holes," Rafe comes over, pulling at the curls in front of your face. "I promise, we'll go to the Club after."

You slap his hand away, crossing your arms as you walk back to the golf cart. You hear Kelce grunt, making you look back to see him holding his arm as Rafe glances at you. Ignoring it, you decide you’re over this heat and walk towards the Club. They were almost done anyway.

You open the entrance of the Country Club, heading to the bar where JJ Maybank was working. You take a seat, smiling at him to catch his attention. The blonde finishes the drink he's making, leaning over the counter to you.

"What can I get you, pretty girl?" He winks, and you lean back with a flirtatious finger twisting your hair.

"I'd love two Mai Tais, one Jack and Coke and a Tequila Sunrise," You order, knowing everyone's go-to drink by heart at this point. JJ smirks at you, "Tough day?"

You laugh at his joke, "No, I just have a few idiots coming behind me."

"Right.. Death Squad," JJ mutters as he pulls out the glasses and starts making your and Topper's drinks first.

"Death what?" You ask, never hearing that one before. JJ gives you a pointed look as he pours the Curaçao and syrup into the glasses.

"You know, Death Squad," He shrugged. "Cause they're most likely to snap and kill someone."

Your lips pressed together to hold in a smile as you shake your head, the way he said it making you want to break out in laughter. JJ finishes the drinks, placing the garnish on top and sliding your drink over to you.

You bow your head as you thank him, grabbing the drink and taking a sip. He laughs, starting working on the tequila when you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder, looking over to see Rafe giving you two an expectant look, "What's so funny?"

You ignore the fondness fluttering in your chest as you tell yourself Rafe wasn’t being jealous — no matter how much you hoped he was. He was simply reacting because he saw you talking to the Pogue.

"She is," JJ replied, pouring the tequila and orange juice into the tall glass as he stares back at Rafe. He only breaks eye contact when the glass fills up, adding the syrup and sliding it over as well.

Rafe scoffs, taking his arm off your shoulder as he gets comfortable at the bar, opening his mouth to say something when you interrupted.

"Top, I got you a Mai Tai," You call out, handing the drink to the blonde behind you. You grab Kelce's as well, handing it to him before standing up. "Here, Kelce."

You're pushing the seat back into the bar and grabbing your drink as JJ is done pouring the coke Rafe's, sliding it over to him. He catches it but keeps his eyes on you, only looking away to give a pointed look at JJ, taking a sip of his drink as you all head to a table in the back.

As you sit, you grab a menu as Rafe leans back in his seat, rubbing his fingers over his chin, "What was that?"

"What was what?" You ask, not looking away from your menu. Rafe is silent for a moment, leaning up to grab his drink and take a sip. "Nothing."

Topper whistles and Kelce darts his eyes between you two.

"Should we leave?" He jokes, and you and Rafe break whatever tension was building and move around in your seats. You kick Kelce under the table lightly, "Shut up."

"I don't know why you got me a Mai Tai," Topper blurts, all three of you speaking robotically as you reply to him.

"You love Mai Tais."

"Whatever," He mutters, taking a sip of the drink. "So what's the plan for tonight?"

"Um, hello? It's the third Saturday of the month," You give them all an expectant look. The three boys make a chorus of protests and groans, making you point at them with a glare. "Hell no. I deal with golf and parties and poker all month. You guys are giving me my girls' night."

You look around at them, Rafe being the first to crack with a grumble.

"Fine. But we're not doing that face mask shit," He snapped.

Topper tilts his head with a sheepish look, "I don't know, man. My face felt pretty good afterwards."

"What are you saying right now?" Kelce asks with an incredulous look, and you roll your eyes as the waitress makes her way over to you guys.

"It's either face masks or mani pedis," You say with a final tone, the guys grimacing at each other. You beam a smile. "Okay then."

•••

You're rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you reach over to grab your phone, not looking at the number before answering and placing the phone against your ear.

"Hello?" You groggily ask. You hear a sigh of relief on the other end, Rafe's voice ringing through the phone.

"I need you to pick me up from the station."

You sit up at that, turning on your bedside lamp as you slide off of the bed, "What?"

"I'll explain when you get here just... get here," He tells you, hanging up the phone. You scoff, changing into shorts and a hoodie and throwing on a pair of converse. Grabbing your keys, you walk down the stairs, out the front door and to your car.

Your annoyance grows as you drive to the police station, wondering what the hell Rafe got himself into. You're happy that he at least posted his own bail, but being woken up at three in the morning to pick up your friend from jail was not exactly a mood booster.

You pull up the police station, seeing Rafe sitting on the stairs. He gets up, stumbling slightly making you sigh. Of course he was drunk. He walks over to the car, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he at least has the decency to look ashamed. Opening the passenger side door, he climbs in.

"You fucking reek." Your nose scrunches in disgust when you get a whiff of the alcohol radiating off his body like a plague.

He slams the door shut, leaning back as he rubs his temple, "Good to see you, too."

You put the car into reverse, pulling out of the parking lot and driving away from the station. You relax against your seat as you go in the direction of his house.

"Are you even gonna ask?" He breaks the silence.

"Do I want to know?"

"I just got into a fight," He explains anyway, playing with the rings on his fingers. "Was at the bar.. guy started some shit so I decked him."

You look over at him, seeing a shiner on his left eye, before facing the road again. "Seems like he got a couple shots off."

He laughs at that, flicking your neck playfully. You flinch away slightly, bumping his hand away with your shoulder. The energy in the car grows a little more serious as you sigh at your combative friend.

"Rafe," You start, "You're twenty. You're too old to be getting into random fights with drunks. You have too much to lose."

"Like what? My job?" Rafe scoffs, shaking his head as he mutters. "My dad makes it very clear I'm expendable."

You flick on the turning signal, making your way into his neighborhood as you look over at him again. "Is that what this is about? You get into an argument with your dad and just go out punching people?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, jaw clenching as he looks down at his rings, "You don't understand."

"I understand the most," You reply, and Rafe lets out a dark chuckle.

"Y/N, I know you're not familiar with the concept, but when you have a father it fucking sucks when they treat you like you're some throwaway."

Your mind goes blank for a second, scoffing as you shake your head. You only had your mom in your life; your dad walking out when you were just a baby. You've grown indifferent to the man over the years, but you've been around Rafe and his dad enough to be grateful for not having your own.

You knew you didn't understand what it was like; that's not what you meant. You meant that you understand him, and he knew that. But the second any conversation turns towards his dad, Rafe grows cold and mean. It's the side of Rafe you don't like seeing, especially when it's aimed towards you.

Rafe lets out a sigh, "Y/N. I didn't mean-"

“Just drop it.”

The rest of the ride is silent. Luckily for you, you were already in his neighborhood when he made the bonehead comment, so you didn’t have to sit in silence for long. Rafe sighed as he leaned his head back, looking at you when you parked the car.

You continue to look forward, not wanting to give him the chance to flash a smile and make you forget about him being an asshole. Rafe sighs dramatically, opening the door but pausing.

You feel his breath on you, making you turn your head just as he leans over to place a quick kiss on your cheek. He ends up kissing the corner of your mouth, pulling way to mumble, “I’m gonna get my shit together. Promise.”

Not affected in the slightest, he climbs out of the car, shutting the door and stumbling across the yard to the front door of his house. Meanwhile, a surge of affection comes across you, the mean words he spoke being forgotten now that your mind races about the accidental kiss.

•••

It's been about a week since the ‘kiss’, neither one of you bringing it up afterwards. You didn't bring it up because you were sure he didn't remember his drunk actions; and you were grateful that Rafe didn't just as much as you were disappointed.

Part of you did hope that you were in some stupid romantic comedy, where the guy remembers the drunk kiss and comes knocking on your door the next morning to kiss you again while sober. However, you reminded yourself this wasn't that.

If anything, it was a horror movie with the way you had to watch Rafe pull some random girl closer to his chest as he played beer pong against Topper. When he gets a shot in, he cheers as he brings the girl to him, kissing her. You grimace, looking away.

You feel Kelce come up next to you, bumping his arm against you as he holds out a red solo cup. You look at it with a confused look, grabbing the cup and sniffing it before looking at Kelce like he was crazy.

"Figured you needed something stronger than whatever pink drink you have," He defends, nodding over at Rafe. You shrug, your friend not telling any lies. You lift the cup up, gulping down the drink and wincing at the burn as it runs down your throat. The two of you stand there silently for a few moments, you breaking the silence to speak your thoughts.

"I'm stupid, aren't I?"

"Like.. in general? Nah," Kelce playfully answers, pointing at the blonde who holds your affection. “With Cameron? Debatable."

"I'm serious.." You whine, turning your body to him. "Am I just a complete idiot for waiting around hoping he starts seeing me like.. that?"

You motion to the couple across the yard, taking another huge gulp of your drink.

“I don’t know,” Kelce answers as he slowly lowers your drink from your lips. At your pouted lip, Kelce sighs as he decides to grace you with a serious answer. “Rafe's a tough nut to crack. You're not an idiot for wanting to protect yourself."

"However.." He adds, "You are an idiot for waiting."

You give him an offended look, Kelce shrugging as he points across the room.

"You see that girl with Rafe?" He winces at the glare you shoot at him, speaking in a softer tone as he continues. "All I'm saying.. is that she came up to him. You’re hot, Y/N. Sometimes you just need to grow some balls and go up to the person you want to make out with and let them know."

You take his words into consideration, nodding your head slightly. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol hitting, but it didn’t seem like horrible advice. You glance at Rafe, shooting your eyes back to Kelce once you notice the blonde taking a line off the girl’s breasts.

"And what do I do after that?"

"Dunno," He shrugs, taking a sip of his own drink. “Kiss him and see what happens.”

•••

“Mrs. Country Club, is that you?” Barry sings as he catches sight of you walking to where he's sitting next to his bike. He throws the wrench down in the tool box. “Well shit, it must be my lucky day.”

"In your dreams," You tease, crossing your arms when Barry checks you out.

“You sure are," He drawls, tossing his hands up in defense when you glare at him. "All jokes. What can I do for you today?"

"Here," You get straight to the point, pulling out a wad of cash and tossing it to the brunette, who catches it with raised eyebrows.

"Alright.. what you want for it-" He starts to get off the chair, but you stop him with a wave of your hands.

"I'm not here to buy. I want to make a deal," You continue when he sits back down with an intrigued look. "Stop selling to Rafe."

He lets out a long laugh at that, scratching his head with the money as he stands up again to walk closer to you, "Does he know the missus is over here playing babysitter?"

You clear your throat, knowing Rafe wouldn't appreciate you coming here in the slightest. But with him getting arrested a week ago and the endless lines he did at the party last night, you pushed his possible anger to the side and told yourself this is for the best. You had to at least try.

"He doesn't need to."

You walk off after that, heading to your car when you feel Barry grab your arm.

"Hold on now," He turns you around, gold tooth shining as he flashes a crooked smile. "Rafe's not done until he pays what he owes me."

You sigh, going into your purse and pulling out your wallet. "How much?"

•••

The sound of rapid knocks on the front door pulls you from your thoughts as you mix up the chocolate cake batter. Lifting up the electronic mixer to pause it, you grab a towel to wipe your hands as you walk to the front door. You open it, a tall figure pushing its way into your house.

“Rafe?”

“You have nerve.. I’ll give you that,” He chuckles dryly, pacing the hallway. He rubs his hand on his slacked jaw, shooting you a distasteful look. “So y-you’re paying my shit off and telling Barry not to sell to me now?”

Your eyes shut as you take his words in, sighing at the drug dealer’s big ass mouth. “You said you wanted to get your shit together. I was just-”

“I am getting my shit together.”

He gives you a pointed look, continuing to pace the hall as he mumbles to himself. He shakes his head, moving closer to you, “I barely do the shit now, but if I feel like taking a little line to ease the pressure I have all the right to do so, okay?”

He’s standing in front of you, angry breaths leaving him. You look at him, about to defend yourself and faltering when you see his bloodshot eyes. Your voice comes out low as you give him a bewildered look.

“Are you high right now?”

“Yeah,” Rafe laughs, stepping away as he rants. “Barry is Barry. Whatever extra cash you threw at him was useless because all I had to do was wave a couple of hundreds and he broke your little deal.”

“Why are you so riled up right now?” You snap, getting sick of his attitude. He shows up here randomly just to bitch at you for looking out for him? He has no problem asking for your help when he wants it, but God forbid you try to help with something he actually needs.

“Because I don’t need you trying to go behind my back to control me!” He runs his hand through his hair, glaring at you and pointing at himself. “I’m a grown man, I handle my own shit. I’m sick of everyone thinking I can’t handle my own shit.”

“Rafe, I don’t think that-” You step closer to the blonde, grabbing his arm. He waves you off roughly, making you fall back into the wall at the unexpected force. You stand there for a moment in shock, Rafe never doing anything that involves putting his hands on you like that.

He instantly looks regretful, stepping towards your figure on the wall and placing his hands on your waist.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean..” He stutters, hands moving to you cradle your face as he whispers. “I didn’t mean to push you like that.”

He moves your head up to look at him, wearing a guilty expression. Your eyes lock with his blown out ones, Rafe moving your hair from your face as steps closer to you. Your breath hitches in your throat, losing all ability to breathe as Rafe leans closer, lips brushing over yours.

“Rafe. What are you doing?” You mutter against his lips. Rafe's eyes darken as he looks down at you, not making any movements to step back.

“Do you want me to stop?” He rasps, and when you don't respond he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is soft at first, growing deeper as Rafe tightens his hold on your face. He tilts your head to deepen the kiss, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth and tugging on it.

He pulls off, kissing you softly once more. “I’m about to get in the shower. You’re welcome to join.”

He steps back, eyes trailing you before he walks off down the hallway. He goes up the stairs while you stand frozen in shock by not only what just happened, but what he's offering to continue happening. Rafe's flirted before while he's under the influence, but he's never full on kissed you the way he just did.

You still feel the ghost of him on your lips, craving the feel of him pressed against you now that you've had a taste. He kissed you like he was trying to inhale you, and the intensity of the short kiss made you lightheaded. You were lightheaded about Rafe showing you that even a part of him might possibly feel the same.

At the same time, he did admit to doing coke not even ten minutes ago.

No. Just ignore it. Go back to baking your cake.

You go back to the kitchen, pushing the mixer back into the bowl. You pause, going back and forth between what to do. You can still smell the cologne he was wearing. As stupid as it sounds, Kelce's words are all that rings through your head as you look at the set temperature on the oven.

"Kiss him. See what happens."

Turning off the oven, you walk down the hallway to the stairs. Your heart beats as you hear the shower running from your room, climbing the stairs and opening the bedroom door. The shower is louder now, and you open the bathroom door to see Rafe behind the glass door.

If you do this, you would see Rafe naked. Rafe would see you naked. The thought excited you as much as it scared you, wanting to pinch yourself to make sure this wasn't some fucked up dream. Part of you fears that if you make this bold move, he'd laugh in your face and turn you away.

Fighting off your nerves, you slip off your sleeping shorts and the red sweater Rafe let you borrow last winter. Taking off your underwear, you step to the shower door and open it. Rafe is standing with his back to you, hands massaging the rag over his body.

You step into the shower, closing it behind you and standing behind Rafe. The drops of water litter his strong back, and your eyes trail down until they settle on his ass. Your head tilts in approval, stepping closer to the blonde and reaching a hand out.

You place a hand on his waist, leaning up to place a kiss on his shoulder blade. You're not breathing as Rafe pauses his movements, turning to face you. Your eyes settle on his soapy chest, moving up to meet his heated gaze.

You attempt to look confident, and you think it works based on the lustful look that takes over Rafe. His eyes scan your body, throwing the rag carelessly as he grips your throat in his hand, lips crashing against yours as he walks you until your back meets the shower wall.

He pushes his tongue into your mouth, humming when you let out a soft moan. He continues to kiss you passionately, and your grip tightens on his waist as you attempt to ground yourself as you think to yourself this is actually happening.

He pushes off, your head leaning back against the wall as he stands straight. He brings his other hand up, pulling at your lip with his thumb. You circle your mouth around the digit, Rafe pushing it in as you rub on it with your tongue.

Rafe lets out a low groan, squeezing your throat higher. “What do you want?”

He pulls his thumb out, and you place a couple more kisses on the pad of the digit before pushing him back slightly to make room for you to get on your knees. He lets out a curse as he grabs your hair to hold it up, and you gasp when you come face to cock.

It’s standing proud and hard in front of you, even bigger than you imagined. You knew he’d be big; you can’t be that cocky with a small dick. But you didn’t expect it to be so.. pretty— your mouth salivating as you place a teasing kiss on the head.

Your tongue runs out to gather the precum leaking from his cock, Rafe’s hold in your hair tightening as his legs twitch. He takes a hold of his cock on his other hand, and you display your tongue for him to slap the member against. Rafe slaps your cheek lightly with his cock, running the tip back over your lips, “Suck my cock, baby girl.”

You place hands on either of his thighs, taking him into your mouth and instantly pushing down to the base of his cock.

“What the fuck?” Rafe mutters in disbelief as you deepthroat his cock, groaning when you gag on it but keep him there. You pull off, spitting on his cock before pushing him deep in your mouth again. Rafe growls, “Let me see your eyes.”

You look up at him, Rafe pulling his lip into his mouth at the doe eyed expression on your face. He runs his other hand in your hair, cradling the back of your head as he begins fucking your face. Your head meets the shower wall, the barrier of his hands softening the constant bump into the wall as Rafe pumps himself hard into your mouth.

He groans, pushing himself down your throat and holding it there. You gag around him at the intrusion, pushing at his thigh. He slaps your hand away, “You’ll breathe when I tell you to breathe. Relax your throat.”

You do as he says, the blonde moaning when he’s able to push himself a little deeper. He pulls his cock out of your mouth, “Breathe.”

You let out a couple of breaths, holding his gaze as he gives you a questioning look to ask if this is okay. You give him a nod, Rafe muttering something to himself before leaning your head back again so he can slide his cock back in your mouth.

He pushes all the way in, pulling out only to push himself back until he’s hitting the back of your throat. He repeats this motion for a few moments, pushing himself back all the way down your throat and holding your head down. You relax your throat, Rafe letting out a loud moan as he pulls you off, “Breathe.”

You’ve only let out a couple of breaths when Rafe pulls you up by your arms. He grabs your thighs, lifting you up to wrap your legs around him as he buries his face into your neck, placing wet kisses on your throat. He’s sucking on the flesh, and your hands move to the back of his hair and tug on it.

He grunts against your throat, moving so he is face to face with you. He kisses you, “You good?”

You nod again, and Rafe shakes his head at you, “I need you to talk.”

You swallow, leveling out your breathing, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Good,” He says, pressing his lips back to yours. You feel the head of his cock against your wet folds, Rafe pressing deeper into you. “Fuck, you’re so wet. You want me to fuck you?”

You whimper against his lips, “Please.”

“Such a good girl,” He coos, kissing your neck again as he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing his cock fully inside you in one thrust. You gasp, your head throwing back and hitting the shower wall roughly. Rafe places his hand behind your head again, “You’re good. Just take it.”

Once he’s inside of you, he lets you adjust for a few moments before asking if he can move. You agree, hands gripping his hair tighter once he starts to fuck his cock inside of you. You can’t control the moans leaving you, Rafe groaning against your neck as he speeds up his thrusts.

He pounds into you, making you cry out. Rafe kisses you again, bringing your tongue into his mouth and massaging it. He mumbles incoherent praises against your lips, pecking a few times as he slows his thrusts.

He moves his hand to your center, massaging figure eights into your clit as he gives deep, hard thrusts. You whine against his mouth, and he pulls back to look at you. Your legs tighten around him at the fucked out expression on his face, the blonde muttering, “I can feel you clenching on my cock. You want to come.. ask for it.”

“Please let me come,” You beg. “Fuck, you feel so good. Can I come?”

“Go ahead, baby,” He responds, groaning against you as you start to squirt around his cock. He looks down at where you two meet, rubbing your clit faster to ride out your high. You’re shaking against him, Rafe taking your breast into his mouth as he sucks on the flesh.

As your climax subsides, you feel Rafe release inside of you. He moans against your chest, rubbing your clot faster to overstimulate you as he pumps his seed inside of you. He pulls out, the evidence of his release dripping down your thighs as he sets you down. He scoops up a little bit on his pointer finger, bringing it up to your lips.

You suck his release off of his fingers, Rafe’s mouth opening slightly before he pulls away quickly, turning around and turning the water off. Opening the glass door, he pushes you in front of him to lead you out of the bathroom.

His hands are on your waist, the blonde bending down to place hot kisses on your neck as you move to the room. He pushes you face down on the bed, slapping your ass and telling you to move up. You place your knees on the bed, getting in a doggystyle position as Rafe leans behind.

Rafe separates your lips, tongue coming out to lap at your wet pussy. He sucks on you, making a squelching sound echo in the room. You moan as your head drops down to the bed, Rafe pulling away and slapping your pussy roughly.

“So fucking sweet,” He compliments, hands moving to your ass so he can grip the flesh. He licks your clit, making your legs shake around his head. Moving his tongue up your folds to your entrance, he dips his tongue in before pulling out and moving up to your other puckered hole.

He massages the muscle with his tongue, and you gasp at the new feeling. It felt a little weird, but good; the action itself proved to be extremely erotic. He kisses the swell of your ass, “All of you.”

He stands up behind you, spanking your ass, “Push back on it.”

You get comfortable, reaching behind you and grabbing his length, stroking it as you lead him to your entrance. You push back, your pussy swallowing his cock as your head throws back in ecstasy. Rafe takes hold of your hair again, holding your head back as he starts to fuck you hard.

He leans over, looking down at you while forcing your eyes to meet his. “This what you wanted?”

“Yes!” You call out, eyes rolling as he fucks himself deeper into you.

“Yeah? Like my cock deep inside of you?” He leans down, kissing your lips when you nod and agree with his words. “Good girl. Just my responsive little slut, huh?”

“Fuck, Rafe,” You whimper, pushing back onto him as you let go, pussy spasming around his cock as you let out a drawn out moan.

“Damn,” Rafe's eyes roll, breath picking up as he pulls out of you. He leans down to eat your pussy again, gathering your release on his tongue before standing back up. “Get up there and lay down.”

You follow his directions, laying your head on the pillow and spreading your legs. Rafe climbs on the bed after you, eyes scanning every inch of you as he strokes his cock.

“Don’t even know where to start with you,” He gets in between your legs, slapping them open more as he runs his cock around your folds, teasing you. “I just want to fuck you in every position. I’m so hard.”

“My God,” You call out as Rafe slides his cock inside, stopping halfway and pulling out before pushing back in. “Your cock is so good.”

“I know baby, but you can take it. Doing such a good job,” He pushes himself to the hilt, grabbing the insides of your thighs so he can press them to the bed as he starts to fuck you. He leans down to kiss you, brushing his lips against yours after. “So wet and open for my cock. Little pussy’s just begging to be fucked.”

“Daddy,” You whimper against his lips, Rafe's thrusts growing sloppy for a moment before he pulls out, slapping his cock against your clit.

“What did you just call me?” His voice is gruff as he asks you, hand gripping your thighs like he needed to in order to control himself. He slaps your face lightly when you don't answer.

You look up at him with an embarrassed smile, “Do you not like that?”

Rafe chuckles darkly, spreading your lips again so he can slide his cock back inside of you. Your mouth falls open.

“You’re hilarious,” He responds, trapping you between his hands as he hovers over you, pushing all the way in. “Say it again.”

He starts to fuck you harder than he was before, a more animalistic feel to his thrusts. You wrap your arms around his frame, nails digging into his back as you kiss his shoulder, “Daddy, please fuck me h-harder. You’re so fucking big- please give me all of it.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Rafe groans. “You feel fucking amazing.”

“Yeah?” You ask rhetorically, Rafe nodding as he kissed your forehead.

“Mhm,” He brings his face to yours, nudging you with his nose. “So wet. So — shit — warm. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

“I- I can’t-” You start to buck your hips up, the praise running straight to your core as you start to clench around him.

“It’s okay. I’m so proud of you,” Rafe kisses you, tone gentle as he calms you. “You did such a good job. Come on daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”

Your head throws back as you start to come on his cock, Rafe groaning into your neck now. “That’s it."

“Fuck I’m gonna come,” He says after a few minutes of continuing his thrusts, moving his hand to your throat as he chokes you. He squeezes down, making you look at him as he holds your gaze. “Want you to come with me, okay?”

You nod, moaning against the top of his head as he leans down to kiss your chest, thrusts growing merciless as he starts to pump his come inside of you.

“Good girl.”

He whispers, kissing up your chest to your neck. He pulls off of you, falling down to the side of the bed. You wait a few moments to start breathing again, going to the bathroom. When you walk back, Rafe's now under the covers.

He looks over at you when you climb in the bed, unsure of whether or not you should touch him. Weird concern considering what just happened, but this is uncharted territory between you two. You didn't want to assume he was the type of person to cuddle.

You lay down on your side, Rafe scoffing as he grabs you to pull you across the bed. He throws your leg over him, slapping the flesh before bringing his hand up to your jaw, moving your head up to meet him in a slow kiss. Afterwards, he lays his head back on the pillow as you rest against his chest, falling asleep while praying you get this same Rafe in the morning.

•••

The sun shines through the open curtain of your bedroom, and you squint your eyes as you lean up on your elbows. You look at the other side of the bed, seeing the covers empty and carelessly thrown on the bed. You ignore the sinking feeling in your chest, walking to your bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, you gasp at the sight of bruises littering your neck and chest, the imprint Rafe left making your cheeks warm. Your fingers trace where he sucked on your flesh, flashes of him smoothing his kisses with his tongue playing in your mind.

You would think last night was a dream if you weren’t wearing the evidence. Smiling softly, you think about how things could be different between you and Rafe now. Last night can’t be written off as just sex. The first couple of rounds were intense and rough, but when he woke you up in the middle of the night with his head between your thighs, the sex after was.. sweet.

His kisses were sweet on your lips as he gave slow, deliberate thrusts. He didn’t choke you, instead he cupped your face softly as he kept your eyes locked with his. No crazy positions, just him pressed against you as he moved, running his hands over you like he was trying to memorize every curve.

When you cried from the overstimulation, Rafe fucking countless orgasms out of you during that round, he kissed you tears away as he comforted you. You'd seen a side of Rafe that you've only gotten glimpses of over the years, and it made you fall more.

You throw on a hoodie over your naked body, realizing it's another one of Rafe's when it envelops your entire body. You walk out of your room, down the stairs and your eyebrows furrow when you notice Rafe's nowhere in the kitchen, either. You check around for a note, coming up empty and sighing.

You calm your thoughts as you start to make coffee, telling yourself he probably just had to run some errands for his dad. Looking at the time, you sighed in relief when you noticed it was noon. Of course Rafe would have somewhere to be by now.

As your coffee heats up, you run back up the stairs to grab your phone. Not seeing any messages from him, you send him a quick text and decide to put it out of your mind so you don't stress about a reply.

Y/N: Good morning... well afternoon lol.

Y/N: Last night was great

When thirty minutes pass, you tell yourself not to stress. When an hour passes, you tell yourself he's busy. When it's damn near six o'clock in the evening, you can't help the bad feeling bubbling in your chest. You pull your message thread with the blonde, breath hitching.

Read at 2:14 pm

Even then, you'd played it off. Rafe was known to pick his phone up and think he responds when he really doesn't. He must've got caught up with something when he was about to respond-

Another voice pops up in your head, telling you to stop making excuses. This is Rafe. If he wanted to respond, he would have. You feel a lump build in your throat at the thought that maybe last night really didn't mean anything to him. But at the very least, he knew it meant something to you.

Shouldn't he at least have the decency to text you back?

Maybe you freaked him out. Your feelings for him aren't new, but maybe last night was too fast for him and he doesn't know how to respond now. A stray tear falls down to your cheek, and you wipe it away quickly as you go to the freezer, pulling out a small tub of ice cream and settling on the couch.

You start a random movie, only halfway paying attention as your mind is plagued with thoughts of Rafe. The floating feeling you had this morning when you woke up was starting to fade the longer he didn't text you, and at one point you give up, forcing yourself to focus on the movie as you try to put Rafe in the back of your mind.

Your phone buzzes next to you, and you jolt awake.

You grab your phone, wincing at the brightness as you turn it down before checking the time. 10:08 pm.

You go to your messages, seeing that it was Rafe who texted you. You open the thread, rolling your eyes and scoffing as you read the message.

Rafe: Com pick me up? At tge country clubbbb

Seriously? He doesn't text you back for hours and when he does it's because he's drunk off of his ass at the Country Club? Anger surges through you as you stand up, throwing on some random uggs and grabbing your keys.

You walk out to the car, mumbling to yourself how you're going to curse Rafe out the second you see him. You don't even want to talk about the sex last night and what it means, focused on the disrespect you feel just as a friend.

He doesn't get to sleep with you and then ignore you. It was a dick move and you don't deserve that as his best friend -- or just as a fucking human being.

You pull up to the country club, texting Rafe to let him know you're here. He reads your message instantly, making you scoff at the irony. You began scrolling through social media while you waited, telling yourself that after ten minutes you're leaving.

A few minutes pass, your attention being grabbed by the backdoor opening. Your eyebrows knit in confusion. Were Kelce and Topper with him?

You look back, phone almost dropping out of your hand when you see Rafe helping a random girl inside the backseat of your car. He slides in after her, glancing at you long enough to see his red eyes as he shoots you a drunken smile.

"Just take us to my place," He tells you. "Amb- Hannah, this is Y/N. Y/N, Hannah."

"Hey," The girl exclaims, and you shoot her a quick smile through the rearview mirror.

"Hey," Your voice comes out small, the lump in your throat growing larger as what Rafe is doing sets in. You're on autopilot, that's the only excuse you can make for not throwing them both out of the car. You're in the car physically, but your mind drifts far away as you drive to where Rafe lives.

You're holding back tears the entire drive. Your heart feels like someone reached into your chest and grabbed it, toying with the muscle. Not even someone -- Rafe. Tears threaten to fall, but you force yourself to hold a blank expression as you drive them.

You have to wipe a stray tear when you hear the girl Hannah giggle in the backseat, glancing at the rearview mirror to see if they noticed. Too busy with kissing the blonde girl's neck, Rafe doesn't even seem to notice that you're in the car despite being the one fucking driving them.

You slam on the brakes when you reach the stop sign leading to the entrance of his neighborhood, Rafe having to hold the seat to stop himself from falling forward. He sends you a small glare, and you give him a petty smile, "My bad."

You've never driven through his neighborhood faster, not even bothering to pull into his driveway before you put it in park in front of his yard. Rafe opens the back door, leading Hannah out, who waves at you and thanks you for the ride.

You don't bother to respond, continuing to look forward when Rafe knocks on the passenger side window. You roll your eyes, putting the window down and keeping your face ahead, thankful that your hair is covering the side that's visible to Rafe.

"Uh, thanks.." The blonde trails off, knocking against the door. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

You nod your head, just wanting him as far away from you as possible. When he walks off with the girl, you turn your head to watch them walk across the yard to the front door. You watch as he leads her into the house, shutting the door behind him.

The door shutting seemed to solidify everything that happened tonight and every red flag that popped up in your head since noticing Rafe was gone when you woke up. Unable to hold back anymore, you let out a sob as you lean your head against the steering wheel.

•••

Kelce: Are we still on for today?

You stare blankly at the text, thinking over your response before texting him back.

Y/N: Rafe's gonna be there?

You watch as the dots appear at the bottom of the screen as Kelce replies.

Kelce: Yeah

Y/N: Then no

You drop your phone, picking it up to look at his message once he responds.

Kelce: Ok what the hell happened between you two?

You flip the phone over, not having the energy to even begin to explain. A part of you appreciated Rafe for seeming to not say anything to your friends about what happened, the other part telling yourself it was probably because he was embarrassed. You know you were; amongst other things.

Hurt and pissed are the two main emotions you've felt over the last few days since dropping Rafe and his flavor of the night off at his house. You blocked him the same night, not wanting to deal with the inevitable texts from him the next day when he follows up on your plans to hang out.

You'd made up some lame excuse to Topper and Kelce when they both texted you asking where you were when you didn't show up to Kelce's house. After that, you just decided to hole up in your room to lick your wounds in peace.

It took Rafe literally using you for sex only to toss you aside for you to come to terms with the facts about your friendship. You were always there for him; there as an ear for him to vent to, there to bail him out of trouble. All he's ever had to do was shoot a smile at you for you to do whatever he needs. You felt pathetic.

Because Rafe is always going to be the same. You give him a piece, and he asks for the entire slice. You show him that you're willing to do anything for him, and he uses your apparent feelings to have you bend towards his every whim. You've always known Rafe was ruthless; maybe it was your mistake for thinking you were special in some way.

You decide to sulk in your feelings for another day since you have no other plans, walking over to the cellarette in the kitchen. Grabbing a random bottle of tequila, you unscrew the cap and throw it on the floor, walking back to the couch while taking a huge swig of the drink.

You continue to drink as you decide to binge watch horror movies, not in the mood to see any love stories unless one of them gets murdered during it.

You’re on your third movie when you hear a knock at the door. Thinking it was the pizza you ordered, you grab your wallet from the coffee table and make your way to the front door, only tripping on your steps once.

You smile at the sight of pizza when you open the door, the smile quickly disappearing when you notice who’s holding the pizza.

“Caught the pizza guy when he was walking up. Already paid for,” The blonde sends you a tight smile, and you give him a puzzled look. Rolling your eyes, you take the pizza from him and move to close the door. Rafe’s foot comes out to catch it before you can, giving you a confused glare.

‘What’s going on with you?” He asks, and it takes everything in you not to throw this box of pizza at him. He waves his hand around as he continues. “You’re not responding to my messages. Kelce and Topper keep whining about you not showing up to shit.”

“I’m so sorry you’ve had to deal with that,” You reply in a sarcastic tone, your words coming out slightly slurred. Of course he didn’t even pick up on the fact that he’s blocked. He probably didn’t even care that you weren’t showing up, only coming to your door because he was sick of hearing Topper and Kelce’s complaining.

“Y/N.”

You look away at his stern tone, shaking your head, “Just leave, Rafe.”

He pushes the door open more, “Not until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you.”

Sobering up and growing completely pissed at his nerve, you laugh darkly as you narrow your eyes at him.

“What’s wrong with me?” You ask incredulously, walking into the house to place the pizza off on the couch before turning around. Rafe followed you when you did, and when you turned around you pointed at him while walking towards him. “No, I didn’t say you can come inside.”

“You wanna know what’s wrong with me?” Your icy tone causes Rafe to step back, and you follow him until he’s back at the threshold of the front door. “We had sex, Rafe. And you treated it like it was nothing to you even though you.. you knew it meant something to me.”

Your voice cracks, and you curse at yourself for showing the slight emotion but you decide you’ve gone past the point of return.

“Y/N..” Rafe trails off, reaching out for you only for you to slap his hand away.

“Don’t. That’s not even the worst part,” You continue as tears build up in your eyes, the tears falling as the hurt radiates from you as you yell at Rafe. “You ignored me. And then used me as a designated driver for you and your one night stand the next fucking day!”

“Do you have any idea how that made me feel?” Looking away once you feel your bottom lip tremble, you wipe the tears from your face with a dry laugh. “Do you even care?”

“Yes!” Rafe exclaims, softening his tone as he looks at you with pleading eyes. “I care, you know I do. I was just… freaked out by what happened and I didn’t know how to approach you-”

“So you did that?” You cut him off, him offering no excuse for how he treated you. You pause, gathering your thoughts before taking a breath. “If you didn’t want anything to come from it, you could’ve just talked to me. But you decided to be cruel and remind me that I’ll never be your first option.”

More tears fall as you finally say the words you’ve been thinking these last few days. And it was true; Rafe was always your first choice but you were never his. The thought alone made you want to curl up into yourself, but you ignore it for right now as you continue to have a standoff with Rafe. He’s backed onto the porch at this point, you making your way onto it as well.

“That's not true,” He denied, shaking his head with a clenched jaw.

“Isn’t it?” You throw your arms up. “God, Rafe! I’ve always been here. Waiting for you like some bitch when you made it clear over and over again that I’m just someone you keep around because you know I’m wrapped around your finger. I’m tired, Rafe. Tired of waiting for you to-”

Waiting for him to see you.

There’s no stopping the tears from streaming down your face at this point, everything you’ve been bottling up exploding out of you. You watch as Rafe’s face crumbles, his own eyes beginning to water.

“I didn’t know you felt like that.. I’m sorry,” He croaked out. You scoff, and he cuts you off with a distressed tone. “I am. Y/N you’re.. you’re my best friend and if I knew that sleeping with you would-”

“Would what? Send me mixed signals? You’ve been doing that for years, Rafe,” You say softly.

“I know you’re not familiar with the concept,” Your speak in a hushed tone, using the words Rafe spoke to you against him, “but when you spend your entire life in love with your best friend it fucking sucks when he treats you like shit.”

He doesn’t respond after that, looking down so he doesn’t have to see your heartbroken face. Sniffling, you wipe your face with a small groan as you turn to walk back inside of the house.

“What can I do?”

You laugh at the question, turning around and facing him again.

“You can start by leaving me the hell alone,” You shrug, wanting this conversation to end; wanting all of this to end. You take a couple of shaky breaths, voice cracking as you look at the blonde. “I can’t do this anymore. We shouldn’t be friends.”

“Don’t say that,” He shakes his head, reaching out and grabbing your face in his hands as he forces you to look at him. Stray tears fall from his eyes as he holds you like he’s afraid you’d disappear if he let go. “I’m fucked up, I know. But I love you and I don’t want to lose you.”

Your eyes shut at his words, wanting to memorize the way he told you he loved you. It wasn’t like the other times when he would say it casually in passing, and you almost mistake it for a real confession before checking yourself. Even if it was, Rafe’s proven to not be able to love you properly, and can’t keep settling for less.

“You love me,” You reply, taking his hands from your face and smiling sadly. “But you don’t love me the way I love you.”

Rafe opens his mouth to respond, snapping it shut and giving you a pleading look. You nod, wiping your tears.

“I’ll see you around,” You whisper, rushing inside of the house and shutting the door before he could respond. He punches the front door, you sliding down and hugging your knees to your chest as you hear him curse aloud. You bury your face into your arms, not stopping the sobs from leaving you as you wait to hear his truck start up to signal that he left.

When you finally do, you rub the tears out of your eyes as you stumble to stand up, walking back over the couch and sitting down. You glance at the pizza, losing all appetite as you instead reach down to where you placed the abandoned tequila bottle. You lift it up, taking a big gulp as you tell yourself this is for the best.

Rafe’s never going to be able to love you the way you need, and you can’t keep being there for someone who only takes what you give and offers nothing in return.

•••

part two

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron smut #rafe obx #obx fic #outer banks #rafe x you #obx #rafe fan fiction #rafe cameron

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percyswhxre · 1 month

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if anybody has any requests, please let me know! i will write for any harry potter character (including the marauders but i won’t write for lucius, voldemort, or peter), stranger things characters, outer banks characters, crush x reader stories, percy jackson characters, hunger games characters, and a ton more if you request something that i have read or watched!

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thepopsicle · 8 months

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I finally published my jiara fic!

“Your arms- My home”

Desc-“ Two days later Kie comes running down his driveway at lightning speed, She’s a blur of curls, tanned skin and bright colors as she races towards him. JJ was barely able to realize she was barreling into him until her arms were wrapped tightly around him.

He flings an arm out in the direction of the porch steps and waits for her to sit before he plops down beside her with a frown that only deepens as she breaks the silence between them, “JJ, I’m so sorry.”

Her words are simple and beyond kind but he scrunches his face up anyway, “Don't be, She's coming back..You’ll see.”

The girl beside him bobs her head in confirmation, Even if her face doesn’t match her actions “I’m sure she will be, I don't think she’d leave you behind.”

JJ glances at her with watery eyes, “You really think so?”

Kie offers him her best smile and nods again with enthusiasm, “Well, I’d never leave you behind and thats a promise, So I dont think your mom would either.” “

• I wrote this fic because I really wanted to explore not just Jiara but all the pogues and the world around them, they’ve really got a ton of heavy shit in this universe and it honestly could’ve been captivating even without the treasure hunting! So I’m really gonna explore trauma and class differences and ofc found family

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#jiara #jiara fanfic #outer banks #pogues for life #jj x kiara #kiara carrera #jj maybank #fan fiction #obx fic #jiara obx #jj outer banks #outer banks pogues

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slytheriness · 1 year

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i can't decide if the writing this season is the worst or the best writing i've ever witnessed

#like it's like a action movie and a fan fic had a baby and it's s3 #you know what i meannn?#obx spoilers

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sadisticpussies · 2 years

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Stolen moments with you

Pairing: JJ Maybank & Kiara Carrera

Fandom: Outerbanks

Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Pre-Series 01, Requited Feelings, No Plot/Plotless

Summary: a moment between jj and kiara.

Kiara’s fork absentmindedly prodded at the cooked veal that was left untouched on her plate, her head resting against her open palm as she sat there listening to her parents laughing and conversing with the Cameron’s who invited them to dinner at the country club.

Of course Kiara’s immediately response was no, to no avail however as her mother informed her that she had no opinion in the matter due to her recent troubles at school and that her attending the dinner tonight was apart of her punishment.

Feeling defeated and infuriated with her mother’s dictatorship she conceded in agreement and begrudgingly slipped on the first red dress that she saw hanging up in her closet. If it were up to her she would’ve given all of her dresses away to a donation store seeing as though she preferred jeans over dresses/skirts anyway, but her mother was assertive in making sure that Kiara had formal clothes to wear whenever they attended any prestigious kook events in attempts to keep up with the rest of the lavish elite of kooks.

The Cameron’s greeted them upon arrival, Ward and her father briefed each other with handshakes while her mother and Rose gave each other affable hugs. Kiara remained standing off to the side, her posture disclosed as she stood there hugging herself with her arms folded beneath her and her physiognomy reflecting one of ennui. She could see Sarah and Rafe across the room socializing with their friends.

Another reason that Kiara didn’t want to attend this dinner other than the simple fact that she hated elitist events like this, was because her one year friendship with Sarah ended as quickly as it began. From (not so far fetched) rumors being spread around school about her being a snitch and the rest of their friends shunning her, Kiara’s current life at Kook academy was far from enjoyable. She hadn’t informed her parents about her friendship breakup with Sarah, not wanting them to meddle or offer any unsolicited advice that she didn’t want.

Sarah only briefly glanced Kiara’s way throughout the entire night and that was only because Rose made a comment complimenting Kiara’s dress. From the way the corners of Sarah’s lips tugged Kiara could tell that she wanted to agree but then remembered their current strife and decided against it instead shoveling a forkful of Romane salad inside of her mouth.

The conversation about this year’s charity event (which Kiara thinks is a scam because she’s pretty sure they use the money towards the country club instead of actually giving them to charities) had just began with Ward gloating about his intended donation fund when she looks up and sees a familiar face.

He’s clad in the signature uniform; a whiteout sleeved button down with the sleeve cuffs buttoned and rolled up, with a black tie around his neck and black slacks. He’s carrying a large tray of desserts that they’d just ordered in his hands, setting everyone’s plate and their respective order in front of them. Kiara feels herself smiling at his presence and she has to bite on her bottom lip to keep it from widening when he accidentally knocked some of Ward’s drink from his cup and onto his pants.

“Jesus, kid!” Ward berated, sliding his chair back as the legs dragged against the floor. He grabbed the napkin and patted at the damp spot. “Watch what you’re doing next time!”

He nodded, giving another sheepish apology before walking off.

“Go see if you can clean up in the restroom,” Rose suggested, figuring that it would be beneficial to do it in private instead of patting his groin dry in front of a room full of people.

Ward sighed, deeply and frustrated, tossing the used napkin on the table and nodded before informing everyone that he would be back.

Kiara allows her eyes to wander across the room towards the back where the kitchen was located. She sees him loosening his apron from around his waist, engaging in conversation with one of his coworkers before grabbing a cigarette that magically appeared from behind his ear and tucking it between his lips, pushing the side door open to step outside.

“I’m going to step outside for some fresh air,” Kiara announced, sliding her chair back and rousing to her feet. Her parents stopped their conversation with Rose and gauged an inquiring look at her.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll be back.”

They both nodded then turned to resume their conversation.

Kiara made her way through the room and towards the side door where he made his exit moments prior. The brisk Carolina weather immediately brushes against her skin as soon as she steps outside, the strong stench of cigarettes fills her senses. It’s fairly empty outside with most people choosing to dine inside to seek warmth. She locates him by the far end of the building, crouched down in the grass with his head tilted slightly upright and his lips puckered as he blew the smoke from the cigarette out into the air.

She walks over to him, making sure her footsteps are loud enough so that he knows she’s approaching but still stealth enough not to completely startle him.

“I can’t decide if spilling Ward’s drink was completely intentional or because you’re just a clumsy server.” He chuckles, licking his lips as he perched the cigarette between his moist lips again.

He shrugged, scratching a finger over his eyebrow. “Maybe a little bit of both,” He averts his gaze away from the open space of grass athwart from him and peers at up her. She could feel her cheeks flushing underneath his scrutiny. He smiles boyishly, the dimple in his right cheek emboldens. “You look good in that.” He surmises, causing Kiara to roll her eyes and playfully nudge at his shoulders as she sits down on the grass next to him.

“Shut up.”

“What?” JJ asks, his eyes still on hers. “I’m serious. You look beautiful, Kie,” He whispers and there’s this genuine sincerity that lilts in his voice as his says this and shines in his azure eyes that makes her stomach swoon in adoration. JJ’s never been an affectionate person or someone that’s verbal with his emotions so she knows that whenever he is, it’s because he genuinely means it.

She’s glad that it’s dark to where he couldn’t see the rosy blush coloring her cheeks as she shyly ducks her head at his compliment.

“So, dinner with the Cameron’s?”

Kiara scoffed, rolling her eyes. “My parents forced me to come. They still think that Sarah and I are friends—”

“And that you and Rafe are dating?” He asks, attempting to sound casual in his inquisition but falling short entirely. This time it’s him that blushes in chagrin at his futile attempt of being suave.

Kiara shakes her head, “No, they know that was never serious to begin with. Rafe was just a fling, someone that helped get my mind off of being away from you guys,” She inwardly chastises herself every time she thinks about how she allowed herself to get romantically involved with someone like Rafe in the first place. It was at a time of vulnerability, she’d just gotten to the Kook academy and suddenly had all these popular friends and people that liked her.

Rafe was one of those people.

She thought that because he was older and because he was showing interest in her that meant she was important. With Rafe being Rafe he explicitly stated that he wanted their relationship to be no official and Kiara agreed because at the time she thought that’s what she wanted and who she wanted it with. It didn’t take long for her to realize the misjudgment in Rafe’s character and she immediately ceased that relationship.

While they weren’t official, they did hangout outside of school often doubling with Topper and Sarah which is how JJ found out about the two of them. He caught them coming from the movie night at the park with Rafe’s arm around her and him crouching down whispering something in her ear. Admittedly, JJ was envious and questioned to himself how Kiara would willingly get involved by someone like Rafe but decided not to dwell on it because at the time they weren’t friends anymore. She’d abandoned the pogues freshman year, only calling and texting every so often whenever she wasn’t too busy to remember.

Their reconciliation happened a few months ago when she was there for him after a bad incident with his dad; offering him refuge in her house for a few days and providing him with food. Ever since then it felt like she never left even though she was still on the other side of the island still going to school with the others.

JJ made a face, chuckling wryly.

“Hey,” She calls softly, reaching her hand out to turn his head so that they’re facing each other. “I’m with you now, remember?”

He nods, because yes he does remember. In fact being with Kiara was something that he’s sure he’d never forget. After secretly pining after her for so long and getting reminded that their relationship couldn’t exceed past them being friends because of the cemented no pogue on pogue macking rule, Kiara had decided to finally give into one of JJ’s advances.

It was one of the nights he was staying at her place; her parents were down the hall in their bedroom sound asleep still completely unaware that she had a stowaway in her room for over three days now. They were laying in her bed (because she absolutely refused to let him sleep on the floor like a dog) with her back towards him and both of them tucked beneath separate covers. Kiara laid there unmoving listening to JJ’s evened breaths. She knows he’s not asleep and part of her wants to roll over so they could talk.

But she decided against it.

JJ must’ve been distracted with his thoughts that were nagging at him as well because she feels the bed dip beneath his weight as he turns on his side. “Kie?” His voice is in a sotto, whispering quietly in the night.

She reciprocates his movements; shifting over so that she’s facing him as well. “Yeah?”

“Thanks, for letting me stay here. I would’ve went to the chateau but I figured Big John was tired of me crashing there.” He shrugs, mindlessly picking at the stitching on her cover.

As long as she’s known Big John, Kie knows that he would never turn any of them down for a place to sleep. But she also knows JJ and that he was reluctant on asking people for help. It took a lot of convincing in getting him to stay at her place instead of sleeping on the pogue like he was intending to do.

She was driving home after a shift at work when she spotted him walking alone in the streets, toting a backpack along with him. It was storming, with the rain pouring down heavily and the grey skies illuminating with blue lightening every so often. Kiara recognized him immediately; seeing his red Kildare fitted cap on his head and his signature preferred sleeveless shirt. He had to be freezing in this weather so she pulled up alongside him and rolled the window down, asking if he needed a ride.

He was aghast to see her at first, blinking rapidly as he stared at her through his wet lashes. He declined her offer insisting that he was near his destination. When she asked where the destination was, he gave her an exasperated look and offhandedly dismissed her.

Knowing his idiosyncratic stubbornness and her persistence, Kiara continued to ride alongside JJ refusing to leave him alone in these weather conditions. Eventually he finally gave in and climbed in the passenger seat of her car, muttering a quiet thank you in response. The car ride was silent save for the loud noises of heavy rain drops ricocheting off of the windshield and the loud thunderous boom that practically shook the earth.

She asked where he was going again and this time he didn’t have a response to give her.

It wasn’t until they stopped at a red light that she noticed the shadow of a dark bruise underneath his eye. He top of his hat was pulled down over his face in attempts to shield it but one of the lamppost’s lights gave her a clear view of the damage caused by his father. That’s when Kiara ultimately decided to take him back to her place, somewhere she was certain his father would never look.

It had been three days of assuring that JJ didn’t get caught; when her parents went to work she allowed him to wander around the house at his free will. Usually he’d just sit in the kitchen stuffing his face with whatever meal her father cooked the night before. When they were home she made sure they didn’t come into proximity of her room. Luckily, there wasn’t a day when one of them stayed home they were all always gone throughout the day which prompted JJ into being alone without any interruptions.

“J, you know that you can always stay here.” She pursed her lips in thought as she gauged a look at JJ. “I know you and I haven’t been exactly close recently, but I’m always going to be there for you guys.” It hurts knowing that there’s still this residual shelteredness between them at the primary cause of her own volition, but she wanted to assure him that regardless of the awkwardness she still cared about him.

JJ nodded, flicking his eyes up at her as he gave her a brief smile. “I know,”

There is something––something there that lingers between them that Kiara can’t quiet determine yet. What she does know, however, is that the look, whatever it may be, was making her stomach flutter in girlish butterflies.

His eyes fleet downward to her lips then immediately lifts back up to her eyes. Kiara mimics his motions but maintains her gaze onto the pinkness of his lips.

She isn’t sure what it is that had her suddenly feeling all giddy and nervous as she laid there under the weight of his scrutiny.

Kiara doesn’t know. She also doesn’t know who started leaning in first: her or him.

But the distance that was once between them was suddenly beginning to close and she could feel the wispiness of his breath tickling against her face.

“Kie, I-” He begins, but his words are cut off mid-sentence by her as she brushed her lips against his mouth in a shy, yet chaste kiss. They both gasp softly at the contact; their heart beats quickening minutely.

She flutters her eyes open to look at him. His eyes are still closed and mouth is now parted slightly. She could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest.

Kiara leans in again, brushing softly, just the barest mesh of lips on lips, softness of his against the plush stickiness of hers. It’s timid. Shy. But there’s also a lingering fervor that translated through each of the kisses as they began to vigorously increase.

There’s a soft groan that emanates (who it came from is also unknown), that causes Kiara to tilt her head and capture his lips at a better angle. JJ’s hand reached up and cradled her face within his grasp as he tugged her closer.

“Is this okay?” He asked, wanting to be absolutely certain that she wanted this just as badly as he did. Because JJ’s waited years to kiss Kiara and now that he finally has he doesn’t want to stop. She nodded, vigorously and hasty, sinking her fingers into his hair and tugging him closer before claiming his wanton mouth over her own again.

JJ eventually returned home a few days after that much to Kie’s reluctance. He kissed her pouty lips, reassuring her that he’d be fine before slipping out of the window and disappearing across her yard.

Retracting from that reminiscing reverie, JJ turns his head and looks at Kie, her big, doe, brown eyes, stare longingly into his. She looked so beautiful that it mesmerized him. It still seemed fictitious to him at times that she was his girlfriend, that his feelings were reciprocated and whole enough that she wanted to start a relationship with him.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks at his silence, her hand reaches up and curls through his tufts of disheveled hair.

“You,” He answers bluntly and truthfully, in which she smiled and nodded.

“What about me?” She coquettishly whispers, giving him this seductive look that makes him want to devour her whole. She raised her eyebrows and titled her head, waiting for his response. She knew she always had the upper hand when it came to flirting between them because even though they’ve been dating for four months he still turned into a stuttering mess around her. He was never this shy around girls, but with Kie all of that suave like debonair that he had completely vanished.

JJ licked his lips, “About how I really wanna fucking kiss you right now,”

Kiara tilted her face closer to his. Their noses brush and their foreheads rest against each other’s. “What’s stopping you?”

“Cigarette breath,” He chuckles, beginning to retract away from her until Kiara shakes her head and pulls his face back towards hers.

“I’ll live,” And he doesn’t even have time to rebuttal because she’s sliding her mouth over his before he could even part his lips to speak. He goes plaint at their mouths brushing, feeling completely weak kneed at her succulent lips that tasted of cherries from the chapstick that she always wears. Her kisses are soft, delicate but still ensue enough vigor that it makes him groan as he pulls her in for more.

“Did JB let you borrow the Twinkie tonight?” She posits curiously, pulling back from the kiss just enough to look into his eyes.

He’s a little hazy and dumbstruck from their wanton kisses, but nods his head in response. “Yeah, why?”

Kiara only pecks his lips before standing to her feet. She dusts off the back of her dress, thankful that it wasn’t covered in grass stains. She reached her hand outward to JJ, gesturing for him to accompany her. He’s eager as he clambers to his feet and follows her behind the back of the club to where the big, yellow van was parked.

“My break ends in three minutes and I’m pretty sure your parents are wondering where you are,” Kiara nodded, only halfway listening to JJ as she kissed him deeply through each of his sentences, each more vigorous and needy than the last. She’s straddling his lap, with her long prowling legs bracketing his hips while she sat atop of him. The hem of her dress has hiked up in the process, exposing the flesh of her upper thighs which JJ was massaging with his large hands.

“Jesus, Kie,” His hands slide beneath her dress, grazing her inner thighs. Her breath hitches, her bottom lip trembling. She shifts and wiggles her hips, needing to feel the heated friction of his body against hers. It causes both of them to gasp softly in each other’s mouths. “Kill me before I have to clock back in why don’t you?”

Kiara chuckles, dragging her lips down his neck and pressed open-mouthed kisses in every inch of skin that her mouth could reach.

JJ’s hands slid from underneath her dress in favor of resting on her waist. He pulls her closer to him (as if that’s even possible, they’re so close right now that there’s barely an inch of space between their bodies that wasn’t touching), tilting his head so that he’s able to steal a chaste kiss from her.

They’re now ravenously chasing each other’s lips, breathing heavily into each other’s mouth as they pampered one another with feverish kisses. Loud pants, soft whimpers and guttural groans fill the air. Her fingers are sinking into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp causing a delicious burn. His alarm ringing and his phone buzzing in pocket lets him know that his break is over. He kisses Kie one last time, it’s deep and slow, reflecting all of his emotions as he pampered her lips with a delicate heed.

Their lips retract with a soft wet sound.

Their lips are completely red and kiss-swollen. His eyes are blown wide and hazy, breathing hitched and heavy. “I’ll call you when I get home from work,”

“Or you can sleep over tonight.”

He nods, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “Leave the window open for me?”

“I’ll wait up.”

They climb out of the Twinkie, holding hands as they made their way back towards the entrance. “See you later.” He says, releasing his hand from around hers before walking back inside. Kie glanced over at him as he walked to the back of the club, heading towards the kitchen. She slides back into her chair at the table and takes a few sips of water.

Her father, narrowed eyes and pinched brows looked over at her questioningly.

“Where’d you go?” He posits in inquiry.

“I told you, just outside for some fresh air.” She replied innocently with a shrug.

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reduciodepresso · 4 months

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The Outerbanks: Metamorphosis (Book III of JJ Maybank Fanfiction). From chapter 8!

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mergtlgli · 5 months

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#fan fiction #fan fic writing #obx fanfiction

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imbestforyou · 9 months

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Hi, honey! Can you write a story about Jj maybank x kook reader? The reader behaves as if she were his mother. Even when she meets with the group, she only wants to cook and bring food for JJ and make him full. She loves JJ as if he were a child and always takes care of him.

it’s a need

requested - blurb

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: ^ read request

word count: 378

song rec: need by taylor swift (unreleased)

warnings: not edited, talk of fights, talk of lack of eating, fluff

authors note: hi anon! i didn’t know if you wanted a platonic or romantic relationship, so i wrote it as romantic but if you want me to re-do it send in another request being more specific! thank you for requesting 🤎

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“j! have you eaten today?” you say quietly as he’s getting up from the sand.

“uhm no baby, i’ll eat after i surf.” he starts picking up his surfboard to meet up with john and pope.

“you’re gonna get low blood pressure if you don’t eat something.”

“it’ll be okay babe.” and he left to surf leaving you alone with cleo, sarah, and kiara.

and though the girls were having interesting conversations about their boyfriends and drama in outer banks you couldn’t help but think about jj. scared that he would start feeling nauseous after putting so much energy into surfing.

“i’ll be right back.” you say before anyone can ask where you were going.

by the time you got back everyone was sitting on the sand sitting and talking. you can back with a basket full of sandwiches and drinks for everyone.

“baby!” jj waves and gets up to greet you. he presses a kiss to your cheek before asking where you had been.

“well i was worried about you not eating and we didn’t have any food so i brought some.”

this wasn’t a rare occurrence. no this happened quite often, particularly with jj. and everyone knew it too, they joked you were very compassionate about being a rock for jj. in reality all you wanted was for him to be safe and content with himself. so when he would show up at your mansion window with cuts and bruises you knew what to do. immediately going to get the first aid kit you had in your dresser.

“j you gotta stop getting into fights.” you would lecture him everytime. and he would explain everything about what happened and sometimes breakdown. but you would be there for him, cuddling him, getting him food, and sneaking him back out in the morning.

and even though you lived in a mansion with all the things you could ever want, you realized, jj is all you’ve ever needed.

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rafeandonlyrafe · 5 months

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I loved your fic on your other blog ‘defending you’

Would you consider re-uploading it? If not I totally understand. Just wanted to let you know I enjoyed it and love all your writing. It sucks you got hate on your last blog. This site is supposed to be a fun outlet!!

i searched my google drive and couldn't find a fic titled that 😭 could you describe it?

#it may have been one i wrote in the tumblr app #also i didnt get hate from the obx fandom!!#i explained it at first when i remade #basically i had a main blog and wrote soccer and f1 fics and thats what got hate #never experienced anything bad from obx fans! besdies a couple snotty messages but it was NOTHING like my other blog #answered

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