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sugarcoatedstarkey · 4 months

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Feels like I’m drowning

pairings - topper x reader x rafe

summary - a threesome with your boyfriends best friend.

warnings - threesome, slapping, hair pulling, name calling, choking. (18+)

A/n- based of a TikTok I seen. Also listen to feel like I’m drowning by two feet to get the full experience. Love you!

Your palms pressed firmly against his chest, rolling your hips painfully slow. His cock slipped, in, out. Torturing your sensitive hole, he sat back against the couch with his hands behind his head.

Hooded eyes watched you get yourself off, using his cock to bring you pleasure. “Look so pretty riding my cock baby girl” he hummed, his stomach muscles clenched with each drop of your hips. Your ass bounced harshly against his lap, your arousal soaked his thighs.

Gnawing on your lip and squeezing your eyes closed, your tits bounced wildly as you chased your high. You were so entranced in the pleasure you didn’t hear the door open or close, you didn’t feel the presence of a body behind you. But you did feel fingers grip the root of your hair and pull your head back sending a shockwave down your spine, your eyes flying open to catch Rafe’s ocean blue eyes staring down at you.

“Topper!” You exclaimed, a warm feeling settled in your lower belly at the way Rafe’s eyes dropped to your lower half. Mesmerized by the way your boyfriend's cock disappeared within you. Any form of embarrassment left the room as your hips continued their movements under the lust filled eyes of Topper's best friend. That familiar tingle creeps from your toes up, your pussy pulsating around your boyfriends cock. “You like that huh?” Rafe questioned, you found yourself nodding moving your hips faster against Topper’s cock pushing him deeper. “Like riding his cock while I watch?”

You bottom lip trapped between your teeth you nod once more, the grip on your hair is fierce and it sends shivers down the back of your neck. Topper’s hand moves from behind his head and palms your breast, teasing your hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

You let out a strained moan when his mouth envelopes your breast, sucking harshly against the bud. “Such a little slut hmm, fucking him in front of his best friend.. let’s get him deeper”

His hand drops from your hair to your shoulder, he pushes you down further. Topper’s cock buried deep inside of you, a mix between a moan and choke crawls up your throat. “Oh fuck” you cry, your cunt splits in half from you boyfriends thick cock. Your arms wobble and your body begins to fall forward but Rafe is quick to grip your biceps, he helps you grind against Topper’s cock. “She’s a pretty thing” Rafe says, his eyes on his best friend. Topper nods, his balls ache as he closes in on his orgasm. “The prettiest of things” Rafe can sense the ending and grips your hips bringing you up and down roughly, your head falls back onto his shoulder. “Have some fun with her” Topper says, nodding his head to Rafe who is quick to pull you from his cock and spin you around. Your legs wobble for a brief moment before your boyfriend's cock is buried deep within you again, you face Rafe now with your legs spread over Topper’s lap.

“Come on baby, open your mouth for him” Topper demands, his hands grip your hips and resumes fucking you. You turn your head to look at your boyfriend who nods his head and reaches between your legs, toying with your aching clit. Bringing your face back to Rafe, you watch him intently as he pulls his shirt over his head. Saliva pools in your mouth as the sight of his body, swallowing harshly when his pants hit the floor and you're graced with the sight of his long cock. “Fuck.. oh” you shriek, you can feel your orgasm brewing. Your walls are shaking, sucking Topper in deep. “Open your mouth”

Your tongue drops out and you stare up and Rafe from your thick lashes, he steps closer his cock bobs infront of you. Your hand grips his hip and your other hand wraps around the base of his cock, Rafe is impatient and grips the back of your hair again, pushing the tip of his cock into your mouth without warning. “Shit” Topper growls as your cunt tightens harshly around his cock, your tongue tastes the tip of his cock briefly before sucking him deep into your throat. “Fuck… no gag reflex. Been holding out on me mate” Rafe grunts, both men grin at one another before looking back at you. It’s a picture worthy sight. Topper’s thick cock buried into your cunt while your mouth devours Rafes long cock.

The grip he has on your hair is borderline painful but you have no strength to move, letting him use you like a toy, Topper’s palm meets your ass with a sharp slap. You whine around Rafes cock causing him to jerk roughly in your throat, tears spill from your eyes as he assaults your mouth. “She’s close, her fucking pussy is shaking” Topper groans, holding onto his own climax. His balls are heavy and painful, he wants to come but he won’t. Not until you're shaking around his cock. “Such a dirty slut… who knew y/n would be into 2 dicks at once” Rafe laughs.

With one final thrust you see stars, your gripping Rafe tightly by the hips as he thrusts into your mouth. Your orgasm blinds you, sending you into another realm. Your pussy pulsating around Topper’s cock, milking him until he’s dry. Your moans and cries are muffled by Rafes cock, his own orgasm creeping up on him. “I’m gonna cum.. open that pretty little mouth wider” he groans, pushing himself deep into your throat. You swallow his load with a splutter, his fingers grip your jaw tightly to stop you from falling as he pulls out of your mouth. “Taste every last drop”

His thumb pushes his cum that drips from your lips back onto your tongue, your mouth closes around his thumb and sucks harshly. “Good girl”.

Your eyes are wide at the sight of his still hard cock, the tip red like a lollipop. He hooks his arms under your armpits and pulls you from your boyfriend roughly who’s cock slips out of your abused cunt with a ‘pop’. “My turn”.

You're thrown onto all fours, your head falls to the side to catch your boyfriend's eyes. He stays seated, watching you with hungry eyes. You can’t help but glance down and notice his cock hard once more as though your pussy wasn’t enough to milk him dry. “Topper?” His eyes rake down the length of your body and up to your face, he gives you a soft nod and that’s all you need for your upper half to press firmly against the floor. “Shit… Topper you really have been keeping her from me.. look at that fucking fine pussy, she’s soaking”.

Rafes words have you clenching around air, pushing your bum backwards searching for friction. A loud slap rings through the air and pain shoots across your ass cheek, he had just spanked you. “Oh god” is all you manage to spit out, his hand meets your cheek again and you cry into the carpet.

Fingernails scratch at the soft material, with tears in your eyes you look behind you. Rafe kneels behind you, hard long cock between his fist. There is a deep crease between his eyebrows as he concentrates on pumping himself, his eyes shooting to yours when you begin to push yourself up from the ground slowly. His fingers grasp the ends of your long messy hair, with a harsh tug your cheek presses to his. “Look at your boyfriend… his cock is hard again… why are you just looking, touch him”.

You move slightly but he pulls you back again, wincing from the pain that shoots down your neck to your toes. “Don’t move slut… you're going to take my cock and suck his”.

His hand pressed firmly to your shoulder blades and pushed you down, you watched your boyfriend move from the couch slowly. Kneeling in front of you, his eyes are soft when they land on you. A stark difference to the man who kneels behind you and painfully grips your hips. “Suck it”.

Toppers fingers lace through your hair, your mouth opens for his cock, tongue circling his pinkish tip slowly. A sharp noise falls from his lips when you swallow him deeply, he can feel the back of your throat. “Such a good girl” Topper hums, he lets you move your mouth against him slowly, never pulling or gripping your hair.

Rafe on the other hand lines his cock at your seeping hole and juts into you, your choke is muffled by Topper's cock. Forcing yourself not to clench your jaw at the sudden intrusion, you're sensitive from before but Rafe doesn’t care.

His cock moves in and out of you with such force your body juts forward taking Topper in deeper until your nose touches his trimmed pubes. “Fucking Christ!” Topper shouts, you’ve never taken this deep before and he can’t think straight. “Taking our dicks so well.. like the little whore I knew you were”.

Your eyes meet Toppers, he gives you the smallest of smiles and you can’t help but clench around Rafe. You loved being called whore but you also loved being treated like a princess. “I’m not gonna last” Topper chokes, you can feel the veins in his cock throb. Reaching up to palm his balls, he’s spilling into your mouth before he can stop himself. “You can watch then… I’m not finished” Rafe states, his hand runs up the length of your back and skim around to your throat. Wrapping his fingers tightly and pulling you against his chest. “Look at those pretty tits bouncing… how fucking pretty does she look Top? Hmm? Been hiding this from me”.

Topper's chest rises and falls harshly as he stares at you, he’s not sure why he’s feeling so much pride. Loving Rafe complimenting his girlfriend, loving that he is the one who gets to take you home at the end of this. “She’s fucking beautiful” Topper agrees, you give him a half smile but its quickly removed and replaced with an open mouth moan. “Fuck!” You cry, Rafe gropes your breast roughly. Your nipples clamped between his fingers as he tugs, he’s moving you up and down against him. His cock hitting your g-spot with an almost painful thrust but that doesn’t stop you from growing wetter around him and breathing out yes yes. His lips bite and suck at the skin of your exposed neck, your mind is whirling. Unsure where to focus, his cock, his mouth or his hands. “Fucking Jesus Christ… y/n, your squeezing me so tight” he growls, your eyes are clenched shut but the feeling of your boyfriends hand on your stomach has them pinging open.

“Hey baby” he grins, his hand drops low and nestles itself between your folds. He’s quick to massage the needy bud, bringing you closer to your release. “Oh fuck.. Top”

His eyes look behind you for a moment and then back to you, Rafes hand falls from your tit and back to your throat. Topper's mouth envelopes your nipple in his mouth, you are shaking now. Gripping Topper's shoulder as Rafe quickens his pace, he mumbles dirty words into your ear which has you moaning and sobbing. “That’s it… come on you dirty slut, ride my cock like you love it… like it’s the only thing keeping you breathing”

Topper drops your breast and looks at Rafe, you watch with hooded eyes their silent conversation. Topper reaches between your legs and presses firmly to your clit, you let out a shriek. Your body shakes from the pleasure and the brutal thrusts from Rafe, he lets go of your throat and you fall forward slightly into Topper's chest. He lets you wrap your arm around his neck as he toys with your clit, his eyes stay on you as you close in on your orgasm. “She’s gonna cum”

Rafe quickens his speed at Topper's statement and pounds deep and fast into you, the sound of your wet cunt sucking Rafe deeper feels the room, your toes curl and heat runs down your spine as your orgasm bleeds through you. Squeezing your eyes closed as colors go off behind your eyes, jerking around Rafe as his own orgasm hits him, slow sloppy thrusts until he pulls out of you roughly. A sharp sting runs up your spine and you grip Topper tighter who’s fingers brush pieces of hair behind your ears. “Thanks Top and thanks for that sweet pussy y/n”.

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cute-sucker · 30 days

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irregular heartbeat

[31.3.2024]

note: erm, so i wrote this. idk how i feel about it...(if u find the taylor swift reference u will forever have my love) words: 1.8k warnings: drinking, swearing, heavy angst, slightly dark!rafe, toxic relationship

dating rafe cameron in secret was supposed to be fine.

it was supposed to be easy. you never passed his way on the island, and when you did he was his gang.

the kooks.

each one had a rich family and shit ton of daddy issues. kelce, a cold fish, topper, the charming one and rafe…the deadly one. the one that you were supposed to stay away from.

you were independent even out of school. your parents had needed help with two younger siblings. you went you fended for yourself, taking your sister to soccer practice and coming to your brother's plays. you had a one-track mindset. that was staying clear of trouble.

oh boy, but when rafe came in. a smirk on his face, sunglasses glinting in the sun, and a groggy voice that made you want to rethink all of your decisions.

some said trouble followed him, while others disagreed calling him the root of all the problems.

you never expected to fall into his clutches. your family had been dirt poor and you were on a scholarship to kook academy, passing with flying colors. you were ready now to graduate with your hands closing on the degree, and finally run away from figure eight forever.

yet it wasn't school where you met him.

it was when you had been dropping off your sister when he set his eyes on you. you were supposed to start a new life, but somehow you liked the way he offered you a new breath of air.

you liked the danger, and the intrigue surrounding him, and you liked doing something dangerous. you had always been reliable, you had always been the one to hang around your friends telling them it was time for you to go home.

you'd always been the straight a' student, good girl, and now you smiled back at him and that smirk spread on his face you left excited.

it was almost as if he understood you. it was the way he liked your sweet smile, always giving you time. he understood your hardships and shared some of his own - telling you about his difficult relationship with his father, running to get your coffee, and at one point holding you so tightly during the times you were like you were going to fall apart.

then he had asked you out. you felt like you were living the dream, retracing his freckles at night, and feeling the way he smiled at you. he was everything at you. you would never admit it, but even your sister had caught on.

her 10-year-old mind saw you lingering on rafe cameron, and she gave you a sly smile, telling you that you deserved it.

you liked that.

you liked the sweetness and the venerability that he brought out in you. you liked the way his arms could fold you, and the way you felt so safe. you liked the way he smiled at you in the morning after you stayed. this sweetness in the venerable laziness with his arms spread out and you could feel the steady beat of his heart.

dependable.

trustworthy.

lovable.

he was like a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

rafe cameron was a whirl of emotions. an unpredictable hurricane that came quietly and viciously. you hated the clear lies you heard in his voice and the way he drank to death. the bottle was attached to him, and his eyes were harsh, with his words even harsher.

no longer could you see the race that you loved.

you felt abandoned. all of sudden, it felt like everything was falling apart, as you tried to take care of everyone forgetting about yourself.

you'd cry and cry like you had never had before. your knees held up to your chest, and this fear, this constant fear followed you everywhere because you loved him. god, you loved him, desperately to the point of damming everything you had.

and you swore you had lost everything until he'd let you curl into your lap and he'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear. then you'd believe everything was going to be okay.

but here you were again, beer bottle tilted drinking every drop, while you aimlessly swayed to the beat as the party music blared. you felt weightless, died yet so alive at the same time. you were supposed to be placed.

yet you were dwindling to nothing because of rafe cameron.

he had told you were his love, his one and only, and yet he had just ignored you, pretending not to know you.

you wanted to scream.

in all honestly you always felt like crying, and then telling his friends what was going on. you were fucking 17 years old, and you were supposed to be out of this phase. out of this phase where you craved being a teenage dirtbag.

no, now you felt like a dirty secret as if he didn't want people to know that he was dating a filthy pogue on the other side of the island. he was ashamed of you.

these thoughts swirled in your head with no stop, and you felt more your hands shake and eyes blur with tears, as you tipped a bottle to your mouth. the more you thought about the situation, the more beer you drowned.

and all of a sudden you danced, your body in sync with the music, and you were next to the bonfire, too close, so warm. maybe you should take something off, it was way too warm, as you stumbled to get your top off.

suddenly you felt someone helping you.

topper.

"hey, are you okay?" he asked, drawing you away from the fire. you squirmed away from him, as your cup fell to the ground.

"'m fine, why?" you gulped down your drink with enthusiasm, "you know you should tell your friend to fuck off. he's an asshole." you sputtered out, trying to sit down only to lose your footing completely.

topper caught you in time.

"maybe you should stop-" he muttered, gently guiding your cup away from you. you felt like you shouldn't let him take your cup yet your hands wandered aimlessly in his direction.

"i'm a complete loser," you hiccouped, as you sat on the ground. "i'm in love with him. i'm in love with rafe fucking cameron."

topper raised an eyebrow, nodding silently as if he had heard this before.

then you found yourself sniffing sadly, and felt more confused. "why are you even listening to me babble? you don't even know me."

your tight minidress was slipping up your thighs, and you saw him glance before catching himself.

he laughed at your comment, almost as if he was surprised himself. "i don't know. all i know is that you seem familiar," he confessed, cracking a confused smile. you couldn't help but laugh just a little.

he was nice.

"seriously top, seducing a pogue? couldn't find other good fucks?" a dark voice drawled.

you turned to face the half-obscured face in the darkness. it was rafe, hat turned backwards, anger flickering in his eyes, an eerie expression on his face.

"shut up rafe," topper shot back, rolling his eyes. he looked amused almost as if he was enjoying this exchange of words.

you glared at rafe, placing your hands on your thighs. "maybe i should go fuck someone. i feel like it, y'know?"

rafe snapped to look at you.

you got up, sudden bravado in your heart. "you know what? i'd rather fuck anyone here then-"

his eyes.

that was what stopped you in your tracks. it was the fact that there was something so murderous, and you could tell that he was warning. yet you didn't want to stop. you wished he could drown in the ocean, or just leave you.

he let out a mirthless laugh, and then stepped closer to you, "let's talk.''

it wasn't a request, but you stepped closer to him, watching the way his breath hitched, and the way his hand itched to pull down the short dress you had on.

you stepped so close, it looked as if you were going to kiss him. you found yourself feeling cruel.

"stay away from me, rafe.," you whispered, and then walked away from him. but you knew that he wouldn't let you go without a fight, as he relentlessly followed you across the bonfire.

"talk to me," and then before you knew it topper was gone, and the two of you were shoved into a dark corner. you saw other couples making out, but none of them could care less about your presence.

his eyes searched for something in yours. he was so close, his heat rubbed off you and you waited for him to say anything.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he hissed, "what happened right there," he whispered, and he looked so concerned you wanted to break right there in front of him.

"you. you're what happened. you're breaking me." you breathed out, hot tears streaming down your face, and his grip on your arm got even tighter.

you gasped at the pain, and he quickly let go of your hand. he had hurt you, and he was-

"i-" he murmured, and then tried to draw you closer to his chest, "i love you. you know i would never hurt you."

you shook your head, as you sobbed. yet when he opened his arms you flew into them. he stroked your hair and buried his head in his chest.

"somethings wrong," you mumbled and he gently tilted your head to get a good look at you. you could barely understand the look on his face. he was so unpredictable.

"you've had too much to drink, darling."

then he kissed your forehead so gently, that a tear escaped your face. he was kissing all of your bruises and you would let him do anything to you.

"i missed you, you're gone all the time," you told him, latching onto his arm.

"i'm right here," he assured you, and you shook your head.

"no, no."

he wouldn't get it.

you closed your eyes, his ache in his heart growing. you could hear his heartbeat, and no longer did he sound steady. instead, it was irregular. you wanted to believe he was the same rafe cameron you fell in love with, but sometimes. . .

sometimes you couldn't even recognise him.

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boysssofthemonth · 1 month

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If We Had It Our Way | Nineteen

Rafe Cameron Social Media AU

Synopsis: Growing up and living life as a pogue had its ups and downs. Mostly downs. Y/n studied diligently, a trait ingrained at a young age by her single mother. With her sharp intellect, Y/n was recognised as the top in all her classes, whilst attending a few subjects above her year level. To relieve some financial burden, Y/n tutored fellow students, some in her public school and if she was lucky, some students from Kildare Academy. She favoured tutoring opportunities from these families as they offered higher rates. She was proposed an offer by a teacher to tutor Rafe Cameron, only the scariest and richest Kook on the island. Actually second, as his dad took first place. Teaching was the easy part, interacting with Rafe? Now that was a different story.

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tainted-red · 1 year

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Best friends.

TWS: N0n c0n, Best friend kink, Gr0ping, Sleepy reader, Drunk reader.

Summary: Rafe is the reader best friend, Rafe swears to keep the reader safe. Little does she know…

Y/n and Rafe cameron were a package deal.

Rafe protects Y/n from random boys and Y/n protects Rafe from doing stupid stuff.

Yet Rafe encourages Y/n To do stupid shit, that's exactly what he is doing right now.

“C’mon Y/n. Just a couple more rounds. I promise I'll protect you” Rafe begs Y/n.

“Fine but say it with a smile” Y/n teased.

Rafe smiles at her “Pretty please. With a cherry on top” Rafe mocks.

Y/n lightly pushes his head. He dramatically stumbled back.

He chuckles and wraps his arm around y/n’s shoulder. Guiding her to get more drinks from the stupid party ‘bar’.

“Four shots” Rafe clicks “Alright” Topper sighs.

The alcohol really starting to kick into y/n’s system.

“Alright, pretty lady” Rafe bites his lip, getting y/n drunker and drunker.

She picks up the shot and shoots it down her throat, “Wow, didn't even wait for me” Rafe jokes.

He then takes the shot “Last one” Rafe seethed.

They both grab your shot but wrap your arm around each others.

Letting the burning liquid go down there stomachs. Leaving a warm feeling wherever it ends up.

“Aright, let's dance” Y/n slurred to Rafe.

(Rafe point of view, now)

I smirked at the drunk sight of my innocent friend.

We go over to the dance floor, and y/n starts to sway her hips without a care in the world.

Suddenly a random pogue starts to flirt with her, I wait until it gets ugly. She starts to yell at him.

He grabs onto her wrist, I step closer to the two “Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Her” I clench my jaw.

“What are you gonna do ‘bout it, get daddy to get a hitman” The pogue jokes.

“No. I'll cut your hands off and shove it up your ass. Keep your hands off her” I spit, pushing him back.

“You're not worth it” The pogue rolls his eyes and walks away.

I run up and wrap my arms around y/n “He's gone” I whisper in her ear. Calming her.

“Can we leave Rafe, I don't feel good” Y/n begs, falling into my arms.

“Of course. We're going to my place though” I inform her while picking her up bridal style.

“Rafe, I'm gonna pass out” Y/n slurs.

“Don't worry I got you y/n” I calm her.

I place her in the back of my car.

Once I'm in I drive to my house. There wasn't much traffic considering it was 2 am.

“Rafeeeee, I'm tired. Crash the car I don't feel a thing” Y/n slurs once again.

“You can sleep in my bed,” I tell her.

“Like always” She giggles.

We arrive at my house, and I pick her up in my arms “Careful” I groan as she tugs on the back of my shirt, choking me.

“Sorry Rafey” She mocks my name while laughing adorably.

“It's alright y/n/n” I grin down at her.

Tossing her on my bed.

“Come cuddle me” Y/n cries.

“Okay but you need to sleep this off. Better not throw up on me” I joke.

I sit on the bed and she puts her head on my lap. Her dress rides up the thighs. I stroke her hair.

“Can you put on a show?” She asks quietly and shyly.

“Of course” I sigh.

Grabbing my remote and putting on icarly “Yes. I love you thank you” She smiles, focusing on the show.

I slowly slide her dress all the way up. She's clearly out of it.

She starts to laugh at the show, something about Gibby asking for cash when he would get zero dollars for whatever he was selling.

I pull her graze my hand over her clit, her thighs tensing up.

She slowly drifts off into a somewhat sleeping state.

I make it worth my while by pushing her off me softly. And taking her dress off.

She wasn't wearing a bra so I got a perfect view of her beautiful body.

The only thing covering her body was a black thong.

I take it off and pull down my shorts and boxers.

Lining myself over her slit.

Massaging her boobs slowly.

I push myself into her. I felt her body tense up.

I throw my head back In pleasure.

Slamming into her at a steady but quick pace.

Praying she wouldn't wake up.

I felt my stomach tighten, I groan and let my liquid fill her up.

I pull up my shorts and get a rag and a shirt of mine.

When I got back she was awake, “what's going on,” She asks while looking down at her naked body.

“You kinda threw up all over yourself” I grin.

I wipe her vagina and then threw the rag. So lucky she couldn't feel a thing.

“Cmon sit up” I bite my lip trying to put her shirt on her.

“I don't feel good-” her mouth fills with barf. I bring her to the washroom and hold her hair back.

I rub her back as she left lets it all out.

Once she's down I wipe her mouth with a clindex.

“Thank you, Rafe. Gosh, what would I do without you” She giggles.

“Probably be covered in vomit” I joke (ish).

She fake laughs, I kiss her head and laugh.

“Time to sleep” I decided.

I throw her over my shoulder. Making her laugh even harder.

I gently place her down on the bed.

We both lay down and I throw my arm over her waist.

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yourfavoritefuturedoctor · 1 year

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Slow Dancing In A Burning Room ♕ Rafe Cameron

Disclaimer: I don’t own Outerbanks or its Characters

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, and Minimal Smut.

Word Count: 1,111

A/N: I know it’s been awhile since I last posted something, but I wanted to test my writing skills a little bit. I’ve loved this song for as long as I can remember and I’m even more obsessed with Rafe Cameron than I’ve ever been, so I thought I’d put together a piece featuring the two. Hope you enjoy!

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It’s Not A Silly Little Moment

It’s Not The Storm Before The Calm

This Is The Deep Deep and Dying Breath Of

This Love That We’ve Been Working On

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) twirled the ice in her drink with a straw as she looked down at the water that kissed the boat as it made its way through the water, her mind occupied with thoughts of the argument her and Rafe had just had. It had been triggered by the simplest of things, like many of their arguments lately, and she was beginning to grow tired of the vicious cycle.

“Is everything okay? I heard you and Rafe yelling.” Came the familiar voice of Sarah Cameron, her boyfriend’s younger sister and one of her best friends. (Y/N) shrugged as she lifted the glass in her hand to her lips, the Whiskey burning her chest in a way that seemed less painful than the words Rafe had uttered nearly half an hour ago. She wasn’t sure what to say, was everything okay? The obvious answer was no, everything was not okay and she wasn’t sure it ever would be again. Their love wasn’t the same anymore, it had slowly faded like the sun earlier that day, taking with it the last shred of hope (Y/N) had for their relationship. Her and Rafe’s end was inevitable, but she’d be lying if she said she was ready for it to end.

“We’re always yelling,” She finally admitted to the blonde-haired girl, her now empty glass coming to rest on the table to her left. Sarah let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as the revelation came to light, her lips tugging down in a frown as she approached the older girl.

“That’s not healthy.” She stated, turning her head to take in the empty expression on (Y/N)’s face. She looked exhausted, her face paler than she’d ever seen it and her usual smile replaced with a tight line. A biter laugh escaped the (Y/H/C) girl’s lips as she took in what Sarah had said.

“I know.”

Can’t Seem To Hold You Like I Want To

So I Can Feel You In My Arms

Nobody’s Gonna Come And Save You

We Pulled Too Many False Alarms

(Y/N) woke the next morning to an empty bed, the spot Rafe usually occupied straightened up and his phone gone. He was no doubt already out and about, doing his damndest to prove himself as the rightful heir to his Father’s businesses. She hummed her disapproval and rolled onto her back looking up at the ceiling for what felt like the hundredth time that week.

“Maybe it’s time to end this for good,” She told herself, unaware that the man she loved was standing in the doorway holding his car keys. He didn’t say a word as he took in her figure in their shared bed, his heart racing at what she’d just said. She couldn’t really feel that way, they’d come too far in the last few years to just walk away when things got hard. Sure they’d broken things off a few times before, but they always ended up right back together.

“You don’t mean that.” He couldn’t stop himself from saying after a few minutes of silence, his voice startling her enough to make her sit upright and cover her upper half with the sheet she laid under. She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching vehicle, her full lips parted in shock that he was home and that he’d heard what she had said.

“I do,” She admitted, averting her eyes from his as he took a step towards her. He shook his head, lifting a hand to his hair at the revelation and took a seat at the end of the bed once he’d reached it.

“No, no you don’t.”

We’re Going Down

And You Can See It Too

We’re Going Down

And You Know That We’re Doomed

My Dear, We’re Slow Dancing In A Burning Room

Another night, another argument or that’s what it felt like as (Y/N) shoved clothing into her gym bag. She had finally reached her breaking point, she was finally done with this charade, and she didn’t think anything Rafe said was going to change her mind this time. He stood in the doorway like he had a few mornings ago watching her gather her things, his head in his hands.

“You aren’t actually walking away from me, are you?” He sounded broken as he questioned her, not once moving from his position. He knew they had problems but he didn’t think they would’ve ever escalated to this level, he didn’t think she’d actually ever put their relationship to rest. Not after they’d tried on and off for so many years to make it work. (Y/N) sighed as she zipped her bag and shouldered it, her car keys coming to dangle from her fingers.

“Don’t act surprised Rafe, you knew this was inevitable. We aren’t compatible anymore, if we ever were. I love you with my whole heart, there isn’t anything in the world that I wouldn’t do for you, but I can’t stay here and be with you when all we do is argue and ignore what one another are saying.” She told him as she made her way around the bed and towards the door, but he stopped her before she could take her leave. His hand gripped her wrist like it was the last time he’d ever see her, which it probably was, after all she planned to leave Kildare.

“But I love you,” He hiccuped, tears pricking his eyes as he clung to the girl, to his girl. (Y/N) closed her eyes as she allowed him to pull her close to him, into his chest and inhaled his familiar scent. She loved him too, but she’d finally learned that just loving someone wasn’t enough to make them stay. Rafe sobbed into her neck, his body trembling as reality crashed down upon him. They were actually doomed, their relationship was doomed, and there was nothing he could do or say that was going to make her stay.

“I’m sorry.” She told him as she pulled away from him, tears pricking her own eyes as she turned on her heel and walked out the door. Forever was what everyone wanted from a relationship, it was what she originally wanted from Rafe, but forever just wasn’t possible for them anymore. Not when all they’d been doing for the last year was Slow Dancing In A Burning Room.

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader imagine #outer banks #sarah cameron #jj maybank #john b routledge #pope heyward #kiara carrera #topper thornton #ward cameron #angst #outerbanks imagine #heartbeat #john mayer

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achlvs · 1 year

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would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.

>> hopeless romantics and broken hearts.

LABYRINTH COLLECTION

pairings: jj maybank x fem!kook!reader, forced topper x fem!kook!reader

summary: jj wished he told you sooner, he wished he poured his heart out to you that day instead of shutting you out. but you had great things in store for you, he couldn’t get in the way of that. but now you’re in the arms of another man.

warnings: fluff, angst, profanities, rafe(sorry not sorry), she/her pronouns, jealous jj

word count: 866, this isn’t proof read btw so I might be updating this once I have time to go back and fix things like spelling/grammar/etc

jj stared a her from across the country club, jaw clenched seeing his arms around her. angrily tossing dishes into the black buss tray. he couldn’t peel his eyes away seeing her laugh and snuggle close to the blonde.

her eyes met his for just a moment, within a blink of his eye she was looking back at topper. her looks were like poison calling his name, begging for him to come steal her away. make her his again. but he couldn’t.

jj yanked his tray up, a loud clatter of the dishes made people look over. his eyes never left their table. shaking his head he looked away, hurrying off inside the club building.

y/n frowned. toppers eyes followed as the pogue disappeared into the building, pulling her closer to him. him and his friends laughed at the blonde headed boy.

amongst the laughter and rude jokes her boyfriend and his friends made, y/n’s mind wondered back to that night. the night she poured her heart out.

it was late at night, the pair had spent the day at the beach while the pogues were off doing god knows what. relaxing and surfing, now sitting in the soft sand under the stars, both of them soaking wet from the oceans salty water. jj had his head on y/n’s lap, eyes peacefully shut as she played with his hair.

the girl looked at him with the softest smile, a tight ping in her chest, a nervous feeling in her stomach, and the ache of not wanting to move from this very spot ever. was this what love feels like? she asked herself. her eyes darted over the boys face, she never wanted to leave. she’s never going to, that’s her promise. she’s never going to leave.

“jayj?” she whispered, her fingers running through his hair. “hmm,” he hummed.

y/n bit her lip. the nervous feeling traveled up her throat, hanging there caught in a lump. “I…I think I love you.”

his eyes shot open and he quickly sat up. hands gripping the blanket that was under them. when he didn’t answer the girl looked at him, concerned she did something wrong. scared he didnt love her. “jj, say something please.” her voice sounded as if it was far out, beyond the crashing waves of the sea.

a hand landed on his shoulder, “jj…are you okay?”

he looked over, eyes wide and nodding frantically. “yeah…yeah I’m fine. I just…I gotta go.”

“what?”

jj stood up, looking around for his things. “I have to go, I’m sorry.” he muttered as the girl stared at him, the pale moonlight catching her glossy eyes and quivering lip. the pogue took in a deep breath, shaking his head as he grabbed his backpack.

“jj why are you doing this?” the girls voice cracked, he froze looking down at her. his lips parted as he tried to find the answer. “did I do something? do you not love me?” she whispered now gazing up at him.

“y/n…don’t,” he replied quietly. “don’t cry.”

she laughed, “don’t cry? really jj? I just told you I love you and you’re leaving, and you don’t want me to cry?”

“that’s not what I meant.”

“then what did you mean?”

y/n now stood in front of him, his eyes never meeting hers. “please tell me what’s wrong, we can figure it out. If you’re not ready tell me that.” his lips rolled together, his eyes closed as his head dropped. he did love her, but what they have—it’s not gonna last. not with who he is.

y/n’s hands moved up and cupped his face, making him look at her. “jayj, you don’t have to say it if you’re not ready. I’m not going to go anywhere if you don’t.”

“we can’t do this.” he blurted out. her face dropped as his hand grabbed her wrist slowly moving her hands away. “I’m not good for you, you have a whole future ahead of you. now look at me and tell me I have one. you cant, because I don’t. my future is behind bars.”

“jj…”

“no, y/n I’m not good enough for you. I never will be.” he swallowed thickly. “you’ll be living in figure eight while I’m in a run down hole-in-the-wall. I cant..I can’t hold you back.”

“you’re not holding anyone back jj,” she cried. “please.”

jj shook his head, he didn’t say a single word backing away from the girl. she didn’t try to go after him, she didn’t beg him to stay. she sobbed though, hands covering her mouth to muffle her cries as she turned her back to the boy as he walked away. not from her but from them, everything they ever had was gone.

jj knew it was wrong, leaving her there heartbroken thinking he didn’t love her. but he did. he loved her so fucking much it hurt. she was all he every thought about. when he woke up it was her. when he went to bed it was her. It was always y/n l/n. if he could do it all again. he would’ve said I love you. he could’ve stayed. he should’ve because now she’s gone.

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x kook!reader #obx fic #jj obx #obx imagine #jiara obx #john b x reader #pope heyward #topper thornton #topper thorton x reader #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #fluff #angst

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b-a-n-a-n-a-ss · 1 year

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Rafe Cameron x reader - My body's lookin wrong.

Summary: rafes girlfriend y/n has developed an eating disorder after seeing all the women rafe has dated before her.

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I looked in the mirror and sighed. I stood in some short shorts and a bra. I wasn't on the chubby side and I wasn't on the skinny side either. I was right in the middle. Tonight I was going with Rafe (my boyfriend) to a party with his friend topper and his sister Sarah.

I decided to get ready and put on some cute clothes.

I walked into the living room to see Rafe, Topper and Sarah in the living room sitting on the couch. Sarah in a beautiful short blue dress. And the boys in their usual casual attire. Sarah is so beautiful. I get why topper likes her. Rafe smiled at me and kissed me. We then made our way to the party. We carpooled in toppers suburban.

We made it to the party and got out of the car. Rafe and topper immediately went to get me and sarah drinks.

I stood by the couch awkwardly. I usually don't have problems with getting comftorable at parties, but today I was off.

The dress I wore didn't make my figure look good. It made all the curves that didn't need to be seen show.

Rafe came back and handed me a drink. There was a girl behind him. She had beautiful brown hair and blue eyes. Her body was literally perfect. She was perfect.

"y/n this is Shyann. She's my ex and I thought we should all hang out tonight." he said smiling at her. I nodded and sipped the laced punch Rafe gave me.

I walked behind the two as they made their way outside, talking and laughing.

The two stopped at the pool and exchange words.

"hey we are gonna go swimming. You wanna join?" rafe asked smirking at me. I smiled at him and nodded.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid. there is no way he still loves her.

Rafe took off his pants and shirt leaving him in just his boxers. Shyann looked right at his part that was noticeable in the boxers.

Shyann then took off her dress revealing her in a lacy bra and a lacy thong. Rafe looked at me waiting for me to get ready. I stared at shyanns body. It was perfect. She had the perfect boobs, perfect ass, perfect hips, perfect waist, perfect everything.

I looked at him and chewed the inside of my cheek. “Uh on second thought, I think I’m gonna just watch.” I said. Rafe furrowed his eyebrows at me but got dragged away by shyann and they jumped in the pool. When they resurfaced they looked at each other and laughed.

I sat and watched them for a little longer but I ran out of my drink so I went inside to get some more. When I came back out I saw shyann with her legs wrapped around rafes waist and him struggling to push her off. She saw me and smirked then slammed her lips onto his. He pushed her off of him and stormed out of the pool. He got out and looked up at me standing in front of the door looking at him with hurt in my eyes. He sighed and angrily threw his clothes onto him. I knew he was gonna come talk to me so before he could I disappeared into the crowd to find topper and Sarah.

I found the couple making out on the couch and tapped toppers shoulder as the tears started to swell in my eyes.

Topper looked up at me and his face went from confused to concerned. Sarah looked at me with wide eyes. “Are you okay, what did Rafe do?” She asked standing up from toppers lap and pulling me into a hug. Her sweet vanilla perfume comforted me. “He kissed shyann.” I sobbed. Sarah rubbed my back and topper got up and put a hand on my shoulder. “Do you want to leave. I can come back to get him.” Topper said. I nodded and followed topper to his car with Sarah holding my hand.

Sarah sat with me in the backseat while topper was driving. We were about to pull out and start going when Rafe came running after us. “Y/n wait! Please wait!” He yelled.

“Topper drive.” I said and topper started driving off.

“Shit!” I heard Rafe yell and he threw a beer bottle.

I turned away from the window and cried into Sarah’s chest.

When we got to my house topper parked the car and Sarah gave me one last hug before I quietly and swiftly left the car and went into my house. As son as I entered my room my eyes started to water again. I laid on my bed and cried.

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I woke up to the sound of knocking outside my window. I looked at the clock and it was 9:32 in the morning. My head was hurting and I was still in my dress from the party with my hair and makeup looking a mess.

I looked out my window to see Rafe standing on my porch. I shook my head and closed the curtain and went to the bathroom.

I took a quick shower then brushed my teeth and hair. I just dressed in a long sleeve shirt with shorts. I went into the kitchen as my stomach protested for food but then I remembered.

Shyann was thinner than me, and Rafe likes Shyann. I closed the cabinet I was looking through and went to sit on the couch and watch tv. After about an hour my stomach was roaring in need of food.

My eyes were watering and I went into my bedroom. Before I got to my bed I took a glance in my full length mirror and had to do a double take. My body wasn’t perfect by any means. It wasn’t slim and perfect like shyanns. I needed to be like her.

The more I studied myself in the mirror the more tears came out of my eyes. I was sitting on the floor sobbing and clutching my chest when two arms wrapped around me and pulled me into their chest.

I looked to see who it was and it was Rafe. I pushed him away from me and back up against the wall.

“Y/n I’m sorry. Please y/n, she kissed me. I hate her she’s a bitch. I love you y/n. You’re beautiful and hot and sexy and an amazing girlfriend. You’re funny and kind and I love you more than I ever loved her.” Rafe said to me as he watched me cry on the floor.

“I’m not good enough.” I sobbed.

Rafe shook his head and crawled over to me. He kissed me softly and ran his hands through my hair.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me y/n. I love you so much. You are perfect.” He said.

I sniffed and he wiped my eyes. “I love you Rafe.” I whispered.

Rafe smiled and pulled me into a hug. “I’m so sorry y/n.” He said rubbing my back.

“I forgive you Rafe.” I said.

He kissed my forehead and that’s how we stayed until I fell asleep.

I do love Rafe. I love him so much.

#fanfic #fanfiction #x y/n #fluff #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #topper thornton #sarah cameron #angst #rafe cameron angst

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lilminchii · 1 year

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Your girl, R.C

“Rafe!” Topper calls out while walking through a crowd of people. Rafe looks up from his phone, seeing Topper practically pushing people as he gets closer. “What?” Rafe said loudly, throwing Topper a questioning look. “I got your girl!” He yelled back, putting his hand up to show that Y/n was following behind him. Rafe quickly got up from his seat, putting his phone in his pocket before making his way toward Topper. “Thanks,” Rafe muttered to Topper, patting his shoulder before talking to Y/n. “Hey, hey sweetheart.” Rafe softly grabs Y/n’s face. Topper looks at Rafe weirdly, not used to him being soft, but decides to keep his mouth shut. “Hi Rafey, I missed you.” She slurs, practically falling onto him. He wraps his arms around her in an attempt to stabilize her, he lets out a sigh before speaking. “Okay, we should leave this place now, yeah?” He suggested, brushing her hair out of her face. She nods, still in his embrace, he looks towards Topper. “Do you wanna come with us?” Topper looked around trying to find Kelce but failing. “Uh, yeah sure.” He muttered, trailing behind the two.

Topper laid in the back seats, while Y/n and Rafe sat in the front. “Why can’t we get food before we go home?” Topper whined like a little child. As Rafe surprisingly stayed patient. “Because every place is closed right now,” Rafe responds calmly. Top let out a groan, before speaking again. “Can you make me food then?” He mumbles, tapping Rafe’s shoulder. “Quit poking me, I’ll make you that cup noodle shit you like.” Rafe sighs, pushing Topper's hand away. “It’s not shit!” Top yelled. “Okay, okay calm down,” Rafe mumbled, pulling into his driveway. Topper huffed, crossing his arms over his chest like a toddler. “Y/n?” Rafe says, noticing how she hadn’t said a word throughout the whole car ride. “Oh, she's sleeping.” He mutters to himself. “Okay Top, get out and don’t fall.” Rafe sternly states, before getting out of the car. He walks to the other side before opening Y/n’s door. He unbuckled the seatbelt before gently carrying her out of her seat. He quickly locked the car, before entering the house. “Top, just go straight to the bedroom,” Rafe mutters, checking to see if Y/n had woken up, feeling relieved when he saw that her eyes were still shut. “But you said you're gonna make me noodles.” He complained, pouting like a child. “Fine, but whatever you don’t wake Y/n up,” Rafe states, gently putting Y/n on the couch, before walking towards the kitchen, Topper following behind him like a lost puppy.

“Do you like Y/n?” Topper questions, looking at Rafe, watching as he turned the electric kettle on. “I- I don't know,” Rafe answered, feeling his face flush, as he grabbed the cup noodles. “Are you blushing? Are you like in love with her?” Topper chuckled, quickly shutting up at the look Rafe gave him. “It doesn't matter, either way, Top.” Rafe sighed, pouring the water into the cup. “If you're saying she doesn't like you back, you're so wrong.” Topper laughed. “What?” Rafe questions, with a shocked expression. “She wouldn't stop talking about you, that’s why I brought her to you,” Topper states while shrugging. “So you think, that if I told her I liked her tomorrow, there’s a chance she says she feels the same?” Rafe asks, visibly nervous at the thought of telling her. “Well yeah, I’m pretty sure she will. And what happened to your confidence?” Topper says while pouring himself a glass of water. “Shut the fuck up, I just don’t wanna mess up our friendship,” Rafe mumbles, running his hand through his hair. “Don't worry, you two can’t be apart for like 10 minutes.” Top replies. “Thanks for the noodles.” Topper thanks Rafe before walking back to the couch, as Rafe rummages through the fridge trying to find something for him to eat. “Oh, hi Y/n.” Topper greets Y/n, who could barely open her eyes. “Where’s Rafe?” She croaks. Rubbing her eyes. “He’s in the kitchen. Rafe!” Topper yelled the last bit, making Y/n wince at the noise. “Coming!” He calls out, making his way toward the living room. “Shit, did we wake you up?” Rafe questions, seeing that Y/n had woken up. “No, I just woke up, do you have food?” Rafe holds up his noodles in response. Sitting next to her, before loosely putting his arm around her shoulders, she laid her head on his chest. He handed her his noodles, and she swirls the fork around, before putting it into her mouth. “Why are you on the floor?” She questions looking at Topper. “Because the other chair is too far away.” He mutters. “You guys wanna watch a movie,” Rafe suggested, the other two nodding at him.

Word count: 818

#outer banks #obx #outer banks imagine #rafe cameron x you #rafe x y/n #rafe x reader #outer banks fanfiction #rafe fluff #rafe fanfiction #rafe obx #rafe cameron #rafe angst #rafe cameron angst #outerbanks #fluff #rafe x you #rafe outer banks #topper #topper thornton

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aven0ux · 8 months

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The teaser truly gave us Ed pining for Stede in his own violently creative way

I present to you exhibit A:

Interrupts a wedding to rob everyone

But ends up paying WAY more attention to the cake toppers (= Stede + Ed)

I feel like most scenes for the first episodes will be about Ed turning every situation he finds himself in into a way to bring up Stede (can’t have comfort without the hurt 😞) MUAHAHAHAHA

Ed keeps the toppers and imagines what his life would be like if Stede hadn’t left (he literally imagines them being married through these figurines - I CANT )

I imagine Ed keeping them in his pocket always and holding onto them tightly when he feels himself losing control of his emotions - cuz bbg is repressing big time

#everyone needs an emotional support animal and Ed’s is two cake toppers with super complex emotional baggage tied to them #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd teaser #teaser #ofmd trailer #ofmd #ofmd meme #ofmd season 2 #ofmd stede #ed teach #edward teach #king of angst

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ashes-writing · 11 months

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outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 10 ● j.maybank + t. thornton

warnings

[ multi chapter ] reader is very insecure / has trust issues, complicated relationships - 4 to be exact, angst and lots of internal monologue, hooking up / feelings after the fact, extreme pda + a hint of b&e technically, story only loosely follows show canon tbh.

reader/you are a female with female parts. reader/you are also a pogue. reader/you also has a past/personality/style. this is self indulgent and i am not sorry.

word count + prev. part

part 9 <- can be read by clicking the bold.

2932 words exactly.

summary

"If you're about to tell me JJ is hurting right now, Pope.." you trail off, taking a drag. It's your first cigarette of the day so your head swims. You lean your head back against the wall. "I'm sorry. I know. I hate it but I can't just go back to the way it was. And he's the one who went silent on me for–" you go quiet and breathe in, breathe out. The two if you sit in silence for a few seconds.

Then Pope speaks up.

"I'm more worried about you, actually. Topper is an asshole. And he could be using–" this time its you that silences Pope, shaking your head. "If he is then I'll learn a hard lesson. He's not like that with me, Pope."

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is here <- click to be taken to it.

@ellamae021 @writingreadinglurkingandsmirking - your comments always make my day omg ilysm and i enjoy talking to you it makes my day! @valentineshiftz - you are the sweetest i swear. i'm so glad you enjoy this you don't know how much it means to me! @stilesstilinskisgf - babes omg your comments make me smile omfg. thank you so much and i am so glad you're enjoying this so far. @fluffybunnyu - ahhhh i'm so glad you're enjoying this thank you sm it means the world to me babes! you're the sweetest omg. @tbmunson - you are bae and ilysm. you're amazing and idk what i'd do without you. really hope you like where this went because tbh it took me totally by surprise.

other links

masterlist ● jj's masterlist ● topper's masterlist ● about + rules

"There he is. You've been down at the cut so much lately I almost forgot what you look like, Thornton." Kelce grins, high fiving his best friend. Topper chuckles, picking up a club. When Kelce catches sight of hickies starting to fade, he lets out a low whistle. "Damn, dude."

Toppers face reddened and he flips Kelce off on teasing. "She got called in to cover a shift. Before you ask. I'm starting to think you like my girl more than me, buddy."

"Nah, man. Just glad all that mopey shits behind-" Kelce trails off and the hard gleam in his eyes has Topper turning around. And he finds himself confronted by a crying Sarah.

And until recently, he would have absolutely rushed to figure out what's wrong so he could fix it. But looking at her now, he just doesn't care. He doesn't feel like hearing anything she has to say because it's likely he's heard it all from her before, to a point where her words have zero meaning. "What do you want from me?"

"I just want to talk. Please just let me talk."

"I'm not stopping you." Toppers jaw clenches.

"John and I got into it earlier. I..I can't be around him right now." Sarah fidgets, a sinking feeling grows in the pit of her stomach as she looks up at Topper. There’s something different. He looks so distant, his tone is so much colder than it was before. He almost feels like a stranger now and the realization has Sarah more than a little upset. Panicked because she’s gotten too comfortable, too used to him and she’s so afraid to lose him.

"Not my problem." Topper rolls his eyes. A part of him feels really bad for the way he’s acting towards her but then he stops and thinks about it, she’s the one who cheated on him. She’s the one who chose John B over him and set this all in motion. And she doesn’t get to do this now that he’s finally getting over her.

"He thinks I still love you. And I can't say he's wrong." Sarah’s words are shaky as they leave her mouth. And her stomach knots at the uncertainty she’s feeling right now. Everything about coming to find Topper feels wrong somehow and yet.. He’s a habit. She knows she needs to break free, she’s just too afraid because everything outside of the safety net he provides is scary.

,, but you’re about to learn to live with fear from the looks of it.” the thought comes, taunting as she stands there, shifty under his cold gaze. He feels even more like a stranger with each second this confrontation drags on, slow and painful. She’s tearing up all over again because she’s torn down the middle. ,, but you don’t really love him and you know it. Let go.”

Topper laughs. It's everything he would have died to hear last month -or anytime before that from her. And until his night with you maybe a small part of him held out just a sliver of hope but since his night with you, he's made up his mind.

It all ends with him and you. Against whatever comes up. He's fully prepared to wait as long as he has to for you to be in a better place if it means he gets to be with you.

"That's your problem, Sare. Not mine." Topper starts to step around her but she reaches out for him. Around the time he snatches his wrist away, it hits her.

She's finally lost him.

"Doesn't that matter?" she calls out after him. He stops and turns around. "You got what you wanted, Sarah. It's over."

As he makes his way over to where Kelce is standing, Kelce high fives him. "You're doing the right thing here, man. She was making you miserable."

"Yeah." Topper takes a shaky breath. It hurts, but the pain is nowhere near what he thought it'd be.

CONTINUED

You've just gone outside for your smoke break when Pope wanders over, surprising you when he sits down on the ground beside you.

Then Pope speaks up.

"Yet."

"At all. Even when we butt heads about things, he's not like that with me." you reassure him. Pope rubs his chin. "Okay, well what if Sarah wanted to go back to him? Because she's been acting weird with JB lately."

You shrug and sigh. "If it happens, it happens. Honestly?"

Pope nods. You laugh quietly. "Kind of at this place with everything in which I don't care anymore. And no," you exhale after a long drag,"it doesn't have everything to do with JJ."

"You sure?" Pope asks, eyeing you in concern. "Because it kind of feels like it."

You thump your cigarette at the asphalt. "Absolutely sure."

Pope chuckles. " You're still my friend, __."

You smile and nod, "You're still my friend too. I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately. I'm gonna come hang soon, I promise."

Pope stands, offering his hand to you and you let him pull you up. "Don't let that prick hurt you, ___. If he does, you know where to find me."

You laugh and nod, giving him a thumbs up. Then you make your way back inside the Wreck. Kiara makes a beeline for you and you tense up, rolling your eyes as she pulls you right back out into the alley.

And as soon as the door swings shut, she's looking at you as if she's waiting on you to say something. Or like she wants to say something but she's not sure about it.

"What?"

" There's a date on Topper’s Instagram bio.."

"And?" you fold your arms. Waiting on her to get to the point. "Are you dating him now?"

You shrug. "We enjoy spending time together. Why's it matter, Kie?"

"It matters because Sarah and John B. got into it and she left the Chateau."

"And? If he wants her back, that's his decision. I'm tired of fighting so hard to make people stay or want me. I'm done." you go quiet after you say it. Sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach because you haven't met a guy yet who is capable of resisting Sarah Cameron.

"Yeah, well.. I warned you."

"Thought you and Sarah were thisclose now? Why bother?" you ask the question and apologize after because you feel bad for constantly being a bitch.

In your defense, it's hard to watch the boy you loved be happy with someone else, knowing you weren't enough and you never are.

Your own father couldn't even get away fast enough and he certainly didn't keep the promise he made to come back for you.

"We are, but.. I wanted to warn you, especially after I saw the date in his bio last night."

"What is the date?" you ask, and you're at least half convinced it'll be leftover from when he was dating Sarah and she just didn't notice it before now. When she lists off the date of the first time you hooked up with Topper, your mind is blown.

" Wait..what was the date agin?"

She repeats it and then asks, "Well? Be honest..are you with him?"

"It's kind of like…complicated. I mean..do I want to be? Yes. Have we been spending a lot of time together lately? Also yes. Does that mean we are? Nope."

"Wait…did you two.."

Instead of answering, you walk back inside. But what she's warned you about, it's festering inside your brain and you just know by the time you get off work, you're going to be so deep in your own mind that it'll be pathetic.

And you told yourself this wasn't going to happen again if you could help it.

,, there goes I'm never catching feelings again." the thought comes and you take a deep breath.

CONTINUED

You've just clocked out and you're exhausted. All you want to do is go home and collapse and preferably, not think for a while because what Kiara warned you about earlier.

Because in your mind, it's inevitable.

You're more than a little surprised to walk out of the restaurant and find Topper leaned against the lamppost nearby, one hand in his pocket. He spots you and he's smiling. Walking towards you.

"Hey pretty girl." he pulls you up against him and you breathe him in deep.

But you're not saying anything because of course you're not, you're in your own head again.

And Topper picks right up on that.

"Something wrong?"

"No. I'm fine, it was just a really long and busy day."

"Uh huh. You wanna try that again, love?" he asks, gently gripping your jaw to make you look him in the eyes. You swallow hard. "I'm fine. I mean it."

"You're not though." Topper insists.

He's starting to get this bad feeling. And he doesn't like it, makes him feel like he's backed into a corner.

"How'd golfing go?" It's an honest attempt to steer the conversation off you.

He totally surprises you with his answer though.

"I think Sarah knows it's finally over and I'm done for good. She uh..she came by while we were playing. I told her I didn't want to hear anything she wanted to say because you were right..she only wants me when John upsets her."

You need a second to process. You melt against him as the tension leaves your body. He picks up on that too but he doesn't say anything because he knows you're not quite there yet.

You haven't figured out how you feel and you're trying to work through a lot.

He's trying to show you that you can trust him and depend on him. So if that means waiting, leaving everything undefined, so be it.

For now.

"Sounds like you had a day too." You're finally pulled together enough to look up at him and you laugh quietly. "Kie was being nosy earlier. She told me Sarah and John B got into it and Sarah left his house." and you're doing what you think is your best to hide the way it rattled you even though you've been mentally preparing yourself for the end because you're positive that it's coming.

He picks up on that too.

Again, he acts like he hasn't. He just nods and looks down at you in concern. "You're okay though, right?"

You nod and you're actually able to give him a weak but convincing smile. Then he's scooped you up, carrying you over to the spot he parked his Jeep. Placing you into the passenger seat and he leans in to steal a kiss that you willingly oblige him.

You laugh to yourself softly. Smile as he goes around to get in his own seat. As the Jeep heads away from the lights of town, you glance over at him and he chuckles.

"No, we're not going back to your house. It's a surprise, okay?"

"Okay." you finally can't resist a second longer, you need to touch him. In some way. So you slip your hand into his, cautious and hesitant at first but then he slides his fingers between yours, giving your hand an oh so gentle squeeze. You give him three little squeezes and he turns into a deserted parking lot. It's getting late so even the tourists aren't lingering on the beach. You drag your finger over his knuckles softly and he nods to the lighthouse across the water.

You follow his gaze. "It's the old lighthouse." you laugh softly and shake your head. He looks over at you and you explain, "I always wanted to go over there. But when we were kids.." you trail off, frustrated because literally every part of your childhood features JJ Maybank and lately, it makes you bitter.

"Nevermind. It's dumb, anyway. I was scared of the place, I guess."

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "You don't have t' do that, you know.."

"Do what?" you ask.

"Censor every happy thing just because the asshole who hurt you was a part of it." Topper answers, chuckling quietly when you immediately apologize and follow up with, "Trust me, you want me to. You guys hate each other and I'm not.. I'm not trying to make you feel like we're.. whatever this is, is less important, okay? Like..I don't want you to feel that way because I get the feeling she did it a lot.."

He nods, going quiet. "She never wanted t' come out there with me." he admits, laughing, "And its kind of the place I go when I want to.." he pauses, "when I need to get away."

The fact that he's now asking you is a huge deal for him. And you're not stupid, you know that. You're blown away that he wants to let you in on things, on a side of him that almost nobody else gets to see. And it means so much to you.

,, you know what will happen if you fall too hard." it's there, lingering in the back of your mind but you shove it down because you just want to enjoy this while you have it.

" I wanna go. Will you take me, Topper?"

He chuckles and nods. "That was my plan,love."

CONTINUED

When he's tied the boat off, he turns to you and motions for you to turn away from him. You do what he wants, laughing softly. Topper ties a navy bandana over your eyes and you laugh. "What's this for?"

"If I tell you, it's not a surprise anymore."

"Okay, but stairs?"

"I'm going to carry you, love."

"You don't have to do that.."

He's nosed your hair away from your neck and his lips trail over the side. "I know I don't have to, love. I want to." and the way his minty breath tickles your ear has you shivering as you giggle. He nips at a fading love bite and you can't help the little moan that slips out when he does it. Before you realize it's happening, he's scooped you up bridal style and he's walking with you. You bury your face in his neck and he grips you just a little tighter when you do it.

He's made it to the steps, you can feel each one. "Can't you just give me a hint?"

He laughs. "Could...but I won't."

"Top." you whine against his neck and he bites back a groan because his mind immediately goes to all the other times he's made you whine lately. He swears under his breath as he works the padlock off the door leading to the big light at the top of the lighthouse.

"Something wrong?"

"Not at all, love. Relax, alright?" Topper coaxes as the way he's picking the padlock finally works and the rusty lock falls to the floor of the landing with a thud.

You tensing up just a little has him snickering about it. "Relax, love. Everything is fine. I totally do this all the time." -except he doesn't, actually. This is the first time he's come all the way to the lights atop the lighthouse.

It's also the first time he's picked a lock.

But he practiced earlier when he came out to set everything up. Now he just has to hope nobody gets nosey and comes to check on things. Hope he's hidden his boat well enough not to be seen by any late night swimmers or other boats.

He steps into the narrow windowed room and reluctantly, he stands you on your own feet. Then he removes the blindfold to reveal sleeping bags, pizza and the flowers he got you earlier and he watches as your face fills with a soft smile. You turn to him, throwing your arms around his neck as you melt into him.

Because no one has ever done this for you.

"I love it. You can see the whole island, almost." you’re in awe of the view through the ceiling to floor windows because Kildare is lit up and it’s so pretty. And peaceful. Being in the tower feels like being in your own little bubble with him and after the day you’ve been having, it’s needed.

You've grabbed both of his hands in yours and he leans down into you, his forehead against your own. Nose to nose and body to body as the sun vanishes on the horizon and reds,pinks and oranges give way to purples and blues. The stars are starting to come out as the two of you settle in on the sleeping bags he snuck in up here earlier, cuddled up as close as you can both get to each other.

For now, everything is peaceful. You can almost forget the constant war between your mind and your heart…

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If You Love Someone...

Summary: If you love someone, let them go. If they return, it was meant to be.

Warnings: Angst, emotionally abusive/toxic mother, mention of divorce, breakups, classism, self-doubt

(Y/N) moved quickly between her tables and the kitchen, easily keeping up with the dinner rush at The Wreck. She saw movement at the door and turned in time to see a familiar blonde head with sunglasses walk in and talk to the hostess. The hostess pointed the newcomer towards (Y/N)’s section. (Y/N)’s heart dropped into her stomach, but she dutifully moved towards the booth in the corner.

“Hi, how are you today?” (Y/N) asked in a falsely saccharine voice, a smile plastered on her face.

The woman at the table lowered her sunglasses slowly, her every move fluid and graceful. It made (Y/N) think of a panther, and her gut clenched even further.

“I am not well at all, Miss (Y/L/N),” the woman spoke in a tone so low that (Y/N) had to lean in to hear her. “I have received news of a most disturbing nature.”

(Y/N) could feel herself start to sweat, but she attempted to act as nonchalant as possible. “Oh, I’m very sorry to hear that, Dr. Thornton. Mr. Carrerra’s cooking will surely make you feel better, however, so what can I get started for you?”

Dr. Thornton looked (Y/N) in the eye with cold, calculated calm. “You may break up with my son. That will most definitely make me feel better,” she said.

(Y/N) was finally able to push down her anxiety, aided by the fury that was quickly overtaking her body. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” (Y/N) matched the older lady’s tone and posture, letting her know that she was not one to be steamrolled.

Dr. Thornton delicately sighed, shaking her head as if (Y/N) was a child that had done something naughty but mildly amusing. Dr. Thornton smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Don’t be coy with me, (Y/N). We both know that you have been sneaking around with my son for the past year. I let it go for a while, but now that Topper has been accepted into some of the top schools in the country, I can’t let him have some nobody from the Cut holding him back.”

Dr. Thornton’s face crumpled into something that resembled compassion after this, but it was forced, an act. (Y/N)’s anger built with every word the spiteful woman spoke.

“Be honest with yourself, (Y/N),” Dr. Thornton continued while (Y/N) was still stunned into silence. “You don’t fit into his world anymore than he fits into yours. Isn’t that why you haven’t told your friends about him? Do you really want to be the reason he doesn’t live up to all of his potential? If you truly loved him, you would let him go. Let him marry a girl that was raised in his sphere. One he wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally embarrassing him because they don’t know how our world operates.”

(Y/N)’s fury was on a thin leash that was liable to snap at any second. Dr. Thornton’s words - spoken so calmly - had cut to the very heart of (Y/N)’s insecurities about her relationship with Topper, but she wouldn’t let the woman have the pleasure of seeing her lose control.

“Don’t you think that decision should be up to Topper? It is his life, after all, that you seem so adamant that I will ruin.” (Y/N) was proud that her voice didn’t quiver when she spoke.

Dr. Thornton only rolled her eyes. “Topper doesn’t know what he really wants. Sure, you may fulfill his youthful desires and lusts, but that will fade. He will figure out what is truly important one day, and it will be much easier on him if you are already out of the picture.

“Easier on you as well, dear. You don’t want to find yourself married, with a couple of kids and a husband that resents you more and more each day,” the spiteful woman finished.

(Y/N) vehemently shook her head, unwanted tears forming in her eyes, but (Y/N) stopped them before they could slide down her cheeks. “That wouldn’t happen.” This time her voice did shake, and she hated herself for it. “Topper loves me.”

An eye roll followed this statement. “He loves the idea of you.” It was really becoming infuriating how calm Dr. Thornton was staying. “Once my monetary support is withdrawn, he will quickly realize that he cannot survive on love.”

(Y/N) inhaled sharply. “You’re going to cut him off if he stays with me? Your own son?”

Dr. Thornton sighed. “What choice do I have? I cannot have a son that is such a disgrace. He’ll never learn otherwise.” She leaned forward, folding her hands on the table. “So, you have a choice Miss (Y/L/N). Either you break up with my son within the next month - without him knowing that it was my doing, of course, and get a handsome monetary reward to boot - or you become the reason Topper is cut off from everything he knows.”

Dr. Thornton stood, completely at ease, plotting the ruin of her only son. “The choice is yours, Miss (Y/L/N).”

“Topper, I had to pick up a shift. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to miss our date tonight,” (Y/N) spoke on the phone with Topper a few days after her tête-à-tête with Dr. Thornton.

“Really, (Y/N)? I’ve been planning this date for a month!” Topper sounded so hurt, and (Y/N) almost broke.

She had been icing him out all week. If he sent a text, she would reply with one word. If he snapped her, she would leave him on open, losing their streak. She knew he would see right through her if she broke up with him out of the blue.

So, she bit her lip to keep herself from letting out a whimper. “I know but half the staff that was scheduled is sick, so I have to go in. I also just really need the money right now.”

(Y/N) could hear Topper sigh over the phone. “Why can’t Kie just go in? It’s her family’s restaurant. Also, if you need money, you know you can ask me, baby.”

(Y/N) felt her resolve slipping once again, but she found it in herself to act exactly contrary to what she felt. “Kie is already going to be there, Topper,” she huffed. “And I don’t want to take your money. Do you know how that makes me feel?”

A pause followed this outburst, then Topper’s voice could be heard once again. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying if you need help with bills or anything, I can lend you some.”

(Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore. “I need to go, Top; I’m going to be late. Bye.” She hung up before he could say “I love you” - and before she burst into tears.

(Y/N) once again moved between her tables fluidly, busy but not overwhelmed. She welcomed the rush of work, however, as it took her mind off of how she had spoken to Topper.

That was, until he came through the door and immediately sat in her section.

(Y/N) made her way over to the blond boy, inwardly giddy that he had shown up but not allowing her face to show it. In fact, she schooled her features into a frown as she made her way over to where he sat.

“Topper, what are you doing here,” she whispered. Their relationship wasn’t public, and Topper had never set foot in The Wreck before, so this would definitely cause people to talk.

Topper smiled, his face lighting up as it only did around her. “Hey, baby, just because you have to work doesn’t mean we can’t be together. I’m sorry about earlier; I know you’ve been stressed out lately.” His eyes were so soft and the cool blue of his irises somehow warm. She didn’t deserve him being this nice to her. “I figured after you are done, I could drive you home, maybe stargaze at the lookout for a bit.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, ever so tempted. “It will probably be pretty late when I get done -”

“That’s okay, (Y/N/N), I’m in no rush to get back home. You know that,” he cut her off.

(Y/N) couldn’t think of any more excuses, so she just nodded with a small smile and took out her notepad. “Okay, so - umm - what can I get you to eat?”

This was going to be so much harder than she thought.

Topper stopped his truck at the base of the lookout and hopped out to open (Y/N)’s door for her. She should have insisted that he take her directly home, but she just couldn’t help herself.

She missed him.

And she hadn’t even let him go yet.

She let him take her hand and lead her up to the top of the tower where he spread a blanket and tugged her down to sit beside him. She melted into his embrace, his warmth enveloping her despite the slight chill to the air.

After a few peaceful minutes, Topper turned his head minutely, pressing his lips to her temple gently. “Do you want a massage, baby? I know you’ve had a tough week,” he murmured. His lips tickled her ear slightly as he spoke.

Her eyes filled with tears for what felt like the millionth time this week. She shook her head, and started to sob softly. “You’re too good for me, Top,” she cried.

Topper started at her unexpected reaction. He grasped her arms, rubbing them up and down in a soothing pattern. “Hey, hey, hey, you know that’s not true, baby. I’m the lucky one; you are the best thing to ever happen to me,” he said in soothing tones.

(Y/N) shook her head once again, swallowing her urge to keep crying. “I’m not,” she rasped. She knew in that moment she couldn’t go on like this. She took a deep, rattling breath.

“I have to break up with you, Topper.”

She forced the words out, wishing at once that she could take them back at the look of agony on his now pallid face.

“What do you mean? (Y/N), what did I do? I’ll fix it. I’ll do better. Just tell me what I did,” he spoke, each word becoming more desperate as he noted the look of resolve on her face.

His face crumpled. “I need you, (Y/N),” he whispered.

She stood and backed up several paces, towards the stairs. “I’m sorry, Top; I really didn’t want it to end like this.”

She fled the scene, running as fast as her feet could carry her away from his frantic voice shouting for her to come back. Away from the love of her life.

She blindly made it to the Chateau before she let herself sob once more.

(Y/N) woke up, bleary eyed and still exhausted. She had immediately crashed on John B’s couch the night before, her friends having asked no questions at her visible distress. They simply gave her the peace and quiet she needed.

Even now, she could hear them in the kitchen and smell the beginnings of breakfast emerging from the old stove. (Y/N) slowly made her way to the kitchen, too tired to be anxious about what they may ask or say in the light of day.

Instead of pestering her with questions, however, they simply handed her a plate and sat down to eat. (Y/N)’s heart swelled.

(Y/N) swallowed the last bite of her food and pushed her plate away. “I had to break up with Topper,” she blurted.

“Well, I mean, he is a -” Pope elbowed JJ in the ribs to shut him up, but (Y/N) wasn’t paying attention, instead studying her hands on the table.

Kie also shot a look at JJ to make sure he stayed quiet before she took (Y/N)’s hands, squeezing them lightly. “Tell us everything, (Y/N/N),” she said.

(Y/N) took a deep, shuddering breath. “Topper and I have been seeing each other for over a year. We started talking at a party where we were both the DDs for our friends. We started talking about our dreams and poetry and movies and...” she trailed off, thinking how that moment was the first time she had ever truly been seen - and understood.

(Y/N) smiled a watery smile at this, letting out a wry chuckle. “He may not look it, but he is a huge fan of cheesy rom coms and Adam Sandler movies, especially when they are Adam Sandler rom coms...” (Y/N) sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her arm before continuing. “I really thought he was the one, but then -” (Y/N) broke down, and Kie enveloped her in her arms, shushing her until she had calmed enough to continue.

Still hiccupping slightly, (Y/N) went on with her story. “About a week ago, Topper’s mom came into The Wreck and she, she -” Another deep breath. “She said she would completely cut off Topper if I didn’t break up with him, and I - I couldn’t do that to him. He shouldn’t have to choose between everything he knows and me.”

“Oh, (Y/N), you must be devastated!” exclaimed Kie, hugging her even tighter. “Is that why he came to the restaurant last night?”

(Y/N) nodded, sniffling once more. “Yeah, I had been icing him out all week, and last night I cancelled on him for a date he had been planning for a month. I thought if I made him angry with me or tired with our relationship, it would be easier, but instead he was as sweet as ever! He could tell I had been off all week, so he wanted to still get dinner with me, even if I was the one serving it. Then we went to the lookout to stargaze, and I couldn’t do it anymore. I just had to rip off the bandaid. I broke up with him and ran all the way here before he could convince me to stay.”

Kie tutted, rubbing her back. “You must really love him, (Y/N/N).” (Y/N) nodded, further soaking Kie’s shirt with her renewed tears. After a minute, Kie leaned back, making (Y/N) look at her with red eyes. “Hey, let’s go watch some trashy TV and just have a girls’ day. No phones or boys allowed.” Kie smiled, and (Y/N) appreciated her effort.

“Okay,” (Y/N) said, putting on a brave smile and setting her phone on the counter so she wasn’t tempted to call Topper and beg him to take her back.

(Y/N)’s phone buzzed where she had left it on the counter, garnering JJ’s attention, so he picked it up and accepted the call without looking who it was.

“(Y/N)! Thank god, you answered! I’ve been worried sick after you ran off last night,” Topper’s voice immediately bombarded JJ’s eardrums. JJ internally cringed.

He cleared his throat. “Um, hey, Topper, this is actually JJ,” he said, moderating his tone so that (Y/N) couldn’t hear him over the sound of she and Kie’s movie.

“God, JJ, is she with you? Is she okay?” Topper’s voice was frantic, and JJ actually felt bad for the Kook, finally seeing how (Y/N) could fall for him. “She ran off last night after acting really weird all week, and I’m super worried, man,” Topper continued.

JJ scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah, Topper, I think she just needs to be alone right now; she’s pretty upset and -”

“Upset?” Topper interrupted JJ. “I’m coming over right now.”

JJ couldn’t get another word in before Topper ended the call. JJ ran his hand through his hair. Shit.

(Y/N) was pulled out of her impromptu nap (she hadn’t been sleeping well the past week) by thunderous knocking on John B’s front door. A pit fell into her stomach. That could only be one person.

“(Y/N)!” The voice of the person shouting confirmed what (Y/N) dreaded, but she couldn’t help the flip her stomach did at the sound of his rich baritone voice. “(Y/N), please come to the door; I just want to talk to you!”

Kie tried to convince (Y/N) to stay in the living room as the boys ran to the door, practically tripping over themselves. Even as Kie stood in front of her, (Y/N) still caught a glimpse of Topper’s frosted tips as the door opened, and she knew what she had to do.

With a shuddering breath, (Y/N) willed her feet to move forward. She pushed through the boys gently until she stood right in front of Topper. His face relaxed as he saw her.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, and she melted. However, (Y/N) steeled herself to avoid crying.

“Can we talk outside, Topper?” she said, taking him by the arm. He nodded and followed her to the hammock.

She sat there and used her feet to make the hammock swing, the rhythmic motion soothing her nerves slightly. Topper sat beside her, but she could tell he was trying to give her space, resisting the urge to take her in his arms. It was a full minute before she found what she needed to say.

“Topper, I know I’ve been acting weird lately, and you deserve an explanation.” She took another deep breath.

“You and I come from different worlds. Don’t try to deny it,” she cut him off before he could interject. “We both know this island is divided. And people who have different upbringings just can’t last as couples. It may be fun and freeing for a bit - perhaps go on for years - but the fact of the matter is that at least one of them is going to regret committing themselves to the relationship,” she spoke, realizing the unpleasant truth as she went along.

“I could never regret being with you, (Y/N/N),” Topper interrupted, but she held up a hand to stop him.

“It feels like that now, but think years down the road.” She stood up and paced in front of him as she continued to speak. “We get married. Maybe have a couple of kids. Then what? You take over your dad’s business, and you need someone who can host dinners for business partners.” Her voice started to raise in volume as she grew more agitated. “ I would inevitably make a mess of things. I would serve the wrong wine or not remember who someone was or try to talk business and make a fool of both of us. Then the business would fail, and your parents would be disappointed. And it would be my fault, and you would want a divorce. Then we would both be lonely and sad - not to mention put our kids through the awfulness of a divorce - but we can avoid all that by just never tempting fate in the first place,” she finished.

Topper had listened in silence as she ranted. His face was downcast and his posture slumped. “Is that really how you feel?”

She nodded her head slowly. She took his hands in both of hers. “You deserve the best in the world, Topper, and I don’t want to be the reason you don’t get that. And quite frankly, it isn’t fair to me to put myself in a situation where I am guaranteed failure; I have too much self-respect for that.”

A tear fell from Topper’s ocean blue eyes. “It doesn’t have to be like that. I don’t need to take over the business -”

“Topper. You don’t fit into my world just as much as I don’t fit into yours. I can’t let you throw away your future for me. You’ll meet a lovely woman who will make you so happy, and you will build a life with her that will be perfect, trust me.”

Topper shook his head, his tears falling in earnest now. “I will never find anyone as perfect as you, (Y/N/N).”

She leaned up to brush a kiss over his lips, selfishly stealing one more moment with him to cherish. “Yes, you will, trust me,” she whispered.

“You’re wrong. I just know it,” Topper sobbed, but he turned away, stomping through the overgrown grass to his Jeep. She thought he may run back to her, but all he did was give her one last, long glance before he drove off.

She wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or hurt that he didn’t.

Ten years later…

“Hey, sweetheart, what are you doing all the way out here? Are you lost?” (Y/N) asked the small blond child that was walking on the beach by himself. The little boy’s eyes filled with tears as he nodded. Her heart ached at the sight.

She gave him a comforting smile and held out her hand. “Let’s find your parents together. Does that sound good?” The little boy stuck his thumb in his mouth and nodded, holding out his other chubby hand to grab hers.

The pair headed back where the little boy had come from. After a short time, a beautiful woman came running towards them. “Caleb! Oh my goodness, sweetheart, I was so worried!” she cried, hugging the boy close to her chest.

She looked up to (Y/N), her face shining in gratitude. "Thank you so much for helping get him back to me! We just moved here - well, my husband grew up here - and I haven't quite got my bearings," Caleb's mother explained.

Her eyes flickered to a place over (Y/N)'s shoulder. "There's my husband now," she said, then, "Honey, I have him!" she called to the man jogging up to their little group.

(Y/N) turned to see who it was, her eyes squinting in the sunlight. When he finally came into focus, she wished she had escaped while she still had a chance.

"(Y/N)!" He stopped short, and (Y/N) was taken back to that party at the Boneyard all those years ago.

"Topper," she answered, forcing a smile after a moment. There was a pregnant pause. "You have a lovely family."

"Thank you," he replied, his eyes saying so much more than his words could. He fidgeted nervously. "Hey, why don't you join us for a -"

"I'd love to, but I actually have to get going," she cut him him off. She looked back at his wife and child, finding it in herself to genuinely smile. At least one of them had gotten their fairytale ending. "It was so nice meeting you both."

And then she was walking away. Away from the life she still desperately wished was hers. Away from the man she wished she still had the right to love.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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