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i have an idea for a rafe cameron smau 🫣(its a reddit AITA set up hehe)

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since I’ve finally updated (it feels really good to be creative again </33) rebooting the first part!!

This used to be a prologue/sneak peak but I edited to be chapter 1 because it’s the foundation of jj x reader’s arrangement 😖 and important to read imo

A Business Proposition chapter 1

Pairing: Kook! Gn! Reader x JJ Maybank Summary: You're back in Kildare for the summer and your parents are pushing you to date Rafe. You've gotta get out of this somehow. JJ has taken the fall for Pope for sinking Topper’s boat. He’s gotta pay the restitution somehow. And you’re willing to help him out, for something in return. (fake dating au) masterlist Set around Season 1’s events. Midsummer will occur in this fic, but JJ already owes 30k restitution. So the events take place after s1xe4. Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: slight mentions of abuse from JJ’s dad/mentions of Luke Maybank’s “reputation.” Fast and loose with the timeline~ sarah and john b are together, everyone knows and is at least semi-okay with it.  There are some allusions and microaggressions against pogues just because they’re poor. It aligns with the themes in the show, and is NOT condoned by me (just to be clear).  But other than that, this is a (dialogue heavy) sfw fic~  dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

Summer holidays, Easter, your birthday. You only come back to Kildare for holidays. It’s clockwork how distant Kook royalty graces Figure 8 with their presence. A holiday house in the hills collecting dust until one week before you return and the cleaners rush to prepare the estate. 

You grew up around Keira and Sarah when you were kids, but stuck by kooks when they had their falling out in 10th grade. Staying around Figure 8 was easier. It was clean, safe, and there was no reason to venture to the cut… Sure, you’re friendly with Kie still and occasionally you see her at the boneyard with other pogues, but only coming to Kildare on holidays already strained your relationship. But Kie and Sarah somewhat mended their relationship, and maybe, this summer you will befriend Kie again. 

You came back for summer vacation like always, but this time things are different. Almost 3 months in paradise ruined by one sentence. “You need a date for midsummers.” Both the Cameron’s and your parents have been constantly pushing for you and Rafe to date. With your family’s foot in the real luxury estate business and Ward Cameron’s construction company, both your family’s are primed for a strategic alliance. 

But Rafe Cameron? Rafe. The same guy that’s Sarah’s brother, and therefore like a second brother to you. The same Rafe that bullied you and Sarah since age 6, pulling on your pony tail on the way to the beach, purposefully drawing crude pictures with sunscreen on your back so you burned and tanned in odd shapes. The same Rafe that would point and laugh when you tripped, that claimed you lied whenever you got hurt… The same Rafe… 

Yet, your parents dont see that. And if they do, they turn heads in favour of joining Kook empires. 

That's how you ended up here. Sitting on a large piece of driftwood at the boneyard, you picked at the flaking wood and avoided eye contact with Kie. The other pogues setting up kegs and music. You sit on the large wood piece to stare at the ocean. Kildare feels like a dream, so far away from responsibilities and the real world. You bring your knees to your chest, tucking your chin in. Kildare is becoming a nightmare as pressures from your parents mount to give Rafe a chance. 

The sky is cloudy, overcast. The sun is setting, painting the sky in orange impressionistic splotches. The sky and the ocean contrasting and drawing your eyesight to the horizon. 

“You wanna run away already?” A voice pulls you out of your deep thoughts. Jumping to see JJ Maybank. 

You have known JJ for years, with him growing up on the island and you coming back every year like clockwork. We have known each other forever but not well, just passing glances on the beach, in the waves or at keggers on the boneyard. 

A couple drinks in and you're babbling your mouth off. He’s so easy to talk to, and laughs at anything. You sigh (a little dramatically) about how your summer is ruined because Rafe will be escorting you to all your events. None of your friends will want to be near you if Rafe is scaring them off :((

A couple more drinks in and JJ is suddenly divulging private information about his probation and the reparations he has to pay back to, for all intents and purposes, a total stranger.

“30k…”

“Oh fuck…”

“Yeah”

“Will you be okay? I know that your dad—” you bite your lip to shut yourself up.

JJ raises his eyebrows, “so gossip about my family has even reached the kooks that are only here for a tenth of the year?”

“Jayj… I didn't mean it like that. I don’t… I dunno…”

He shrugs and takes another swig. 

You and JJ spent the rest of the night in silence, other than the sound of his blick lighter zipping as he tries to get the last out of its lighter fluid. Zip, zip. Light the joint. Swish his beer. Finish the joint. Zip zip. Light another joint. Offer a puff. Finish the joint. The cycle kept going the whole night. 

At a luxury boutique on the mainland, your mother picks through dress options with little concern for the items’ prices, nor the mess she leaves behind her. “Honey, what do you think of this?” Your mom held up a puffy dress. A little unflattering but her heart is in the right place.

“Uh what for?”

“Your midsummer dress! Rose and I want to coordinate your dress with Rafe’s tie,” she responds as if it’s obvious.

You unconsciously pull a face, but your mom doesn't notice. She’s too preoccupied throwing dresses to the shop assistants. “Well good luck even getting Rafe to wear a tie, let alone a suit”

“Just let us handle that hon’ now the dress?” She hoists it higher as if to convince me.

“Umm. Yeah, it looks cool… maybe better on someone else though?”

She nods and puts it in the rack before trolling through the rest of the store as you trail behind her, thinking about how to bring up your concerns… You look at her from the other side of the rack. Your voice is small, conflicted on how to bring up the situation, “Hey mom?”

“Hmm?” She hums half heartedly.

“I-… I don’t wanna go to midsummar with Rafe”

She barely hesitates. “I know”

“What? Then why? Why are you making me go with him?” you plead.

She sighs and continues looking, “You’re not even giving him a chance…” 

“Bullshit!” She glares at me, concerned about the public ruckus I would be making and the impact it has on our family’s image (as if she wasn’t disregarding the store’s workers) “You know that I don’t want to be with him. Or even around him! Coming back here is meant to be fun! It’s been…” 

Your mom ignores you. Moving to another rack. You follow right behind her, now standing besides her.

Silence

“Mom please! You were the one who always made Kildare a prize for me. Getting good grades, achieving first in any competition, you would bring me here! It has always been a symbol of fun! A-a- a” I stutter “a reward for myself! Rafe ALWAYS made the reward sour! Please mom!”

She snaps, suddenly not caring about if the service workers who were (definitely) listening in. “Fine! Who do you want to go with then? Hmm?” This time, it’s your turn to be silent

“That’s what I thou-“

I cut her off. “JJ”

“Who?”

“JJ Maybank.”

It’s like we take time to stare at each other in shocked silence. 

“Are you dating him?” She passive-aggressively places hangers on the rack. 

Silence

“… yes.”

Silence

“Still no. You are not taking that pogue. It’s beneath you”

“Sarah is bringing John B!”

“He’s not Luke Maybank's son. Big John Routleage, John B’s dad, was a researcher. An accomplished one at that! Luke Maybank is a drunk and a nuisance. His son won’t be much different”

I feel my fists squeezing together for some reason. I barely know JJ. Maybe it’s the idea of anyone being like Luke Maybank.

“Let us prove you wrong”

Clanking the clothes hanger on the railing. your mom sighs, her head hung low and gripping the top of the rack. “Fine. I can’t stop you. I just… Why didn’t you tell me you were dating Luke Maybank’s son? How are your father and I meant to protect you from the… activities those types do?”

“Mom…” there’s a warning in your voice and a furrow in your brow.

“Don’t embarrass us.” For some reason, that… That felt like a threat.

~~~

Going straight to John b's place, you knock on the door wildly. You knock on the doors and windows, waiting for someone, anyone, to open up. You look through the windows and sigh, about to leave when the front door creaks open. JJ stands at the door. His blonde hair is tousled and wet, probably from being on the HMS Pogue. 

“Jeez” he sighs your name, “I thought you were square groupers” 

You rush back to the door, relieved he's here, ignoring his comment. “Date me”

~~~

You settle on the couch at the chateau while JJ paces around you. “Think about it! My mom’s been on my ass about a date to midsummers, and you need cash right? Thirty thousand?” he stops pacing for a moment before sitting next to you on the couch, a little closer than necessary. But it’s JJ - no concept of personal space JJ.

“Look, I’m sorry I just told her we were dating. You were just the first single person I could think of…” You pause. Your voice gets softer as you look down at your lap and pick at your manicured nails.

“I have some savings, and with my allowance… Flat fee, $500 a week, with chances to earn more if you take me out on a date, financed by me of course, I could pay you more”

“I'm not pimping myself out to you”

“It's not like that… It's more of a business proposition. You need money and I need a boyfriend. Not even a boyfriend… a distraction to keep my parents off my back.” You turn your body to him, tucking an ankle under the other leg.

“Please? I’m desperate... and!” JJ looks up at you. At your next words, he grins, “you could really piss rafe off~”

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stories from their country club date

(read a business proposition here) note: all pics taken from pinterest, arranged on canva >.< just something extra and fun to go along with my fic <3

sarah.cammy replied to your story: omg cute! im so happy youre back in obx

sarah.cammy: wait who is that in the last pic?? sarah.cammy: is it rafe??

sarah.cammy replied to your story: wait... i know those cargos

sarah.cammy: ARE YOU ON A DATE WITH JJ sarah.cammy: DONT IGNORE ME FAIRY ynthefairy: heart reacted sarah.cammy's message

maybankjj replied to your story: nah that drink was nasty

ynthefairy: noooo im severely questioning your taste ynthefairy: and my decision to softlaunch you maybankjj: well dont do that, i picked you didnt i? ynthefairy: you picked me over working like 5 summer jobs... seems like an easy decision to me... maybankjj: nah this seems like fun, i coulda found another way out of debt ynthefairy: heart reacted maybankjj's message

note: i choose to believe that jj asked kie/sarah what soft launching is

topperthornton replied to your story: maybank should stay to his side of the island

ynthefairy: this isnt twilight and theres no treaty between pogues and kooks for territory. ynthefairy: dont you have something better to do than stalk my stories? ynthefairy: shouldnt you be busy being sponsored by redbull or smth

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insta profiles

i thought it would be fun to make an smau component to my fic - a business proposal... i will be making an accompanying smau post for every chapter i write

but for now, heres some insta profiles

reader: doesnt have a specific face claim, i try and mix up the body type and ethnicity in posts (sorry if its confusing but i like seeing differnt people in smaus!)

reader's handle is "ynthefairy" and is sometimes referred to as "fairy" so i dont include "y/n" in the written chapters~

jj: i dont think he's have highlights lol (but would def post unhinged or semi illegal stuff on his story), probably follows ig models (some of which, probably followed him back)

reader and jj's profiles are featured in chapter 2 of abp !

kie: 1000% a climate activist on ig stories, has a tonne of conservationist moots

pope: not active at all... follows future colleges and his friends and thats it. almost never posts (like 6+ months between uploads) and its always of his friends. wholesome content <3

(unfortunately no cleo in this fic! since it takes place in s1)

sarah: basically a ig model (i mean its madelyn cline and shes divine), kook but spending more time with johnb and kie <3

john b: avid reel viewer 💀, most posts involve jj or views from the twinkie...

rafe: dealing bc season 1 😭, his profile is a mix between rich boy posts and parties...

topper: has the most followers out of anyone in this series... nationally ranked surfer with sponsors and stuff

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a business proposition masterlist

Summary: You're back in Kildare for the summer and your parents are pushing you to date Rafe. You've gotta get out of this somehow. JJ has taken the fall for Pope for sinking Topper’s boat. He’s gotta pay the restitution somehow. And you’re willing to help him out, for something in return. (fake dating au)

warnings: allusions to how pogues are treated in the show, light mention of luke maybank..., JJ is a bit ooc at times, takes place in universe but events aren't mentioned (other than john b and sarah's relationship + midsummers), slow burn/oblivious idiots in love (little mentions will come back in later chapters :P)

chapter 1

chapter 2 + stories from their first date

chapter 3

[more to come]

extras

smau posts~

insta profiles

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a business proposition chapter 2

Summary: You're back in Kildare for the summer and your parents are pushing you to date Rafe. You've gotta get out of this somehow. JJ has taken the fall for Pope for sinking Topper’s boat. He’s gotta pay the restitution somehow. And you’re willing to help him out, for something in return. (fake dating au) masterlist

Notes: Hiii~~ thanks for reading the first chapter~ (it was the prologue but i changed it to be ch1 >.<) and being patient for the first official chapter and jj and the reader's first date :P

I was super nervous to post the first part of my fic, but im super excited to finish the fic! i have most of it planned out (their dates and little hints/moments between them -- im scheming) also i've been making little socmed (smau) bits for this fic for funsies so maybe i'll drop more of those as i make them¬ its just about writing and posting it >.<

Warnings: Oblivious idiots in love (one sided at the beginning), microaggressions against JJ for being a pogue (aka poor...) - half of this fic takes place at the country club so JJ is a bit out of place </3, i thought that the prologue was dialogue heavy so i tried to cut a lot of my dialogue this time but idk how i feel... lowkey insecure about this fic bc its taken me so long and i havent watched obx in so long it feels so ooc

divider credits :3 @/bbyg4rlhelps

You and JJ sit on the chateau’s patio couch, discussing your arrangement, one that JJ is very happy with. In exchange for a weekly, public date (proof of your “legitimate” relationship), JJ gets an upfront retainer for his services and a hefty budget for any dates. More than he could make working 2 summer jobs plus tips. 

“We have to make this official. This ‘relationship’ needs to be public for my parents to believe it.” You grab his phone, putting it up to his face and demanding that he open it. JJ unlocks his phone, watching you open his instagram and fiddle with his bio. Too engrossed in your actions and rambling, “Do you think this is too fast? Too obvious? It’s too obvious isn’t it… we need a cover story.” He calls your name softly. 

He opens my palms and peels his phone out of my hands, looking at what I wrote. His nose crinkles as he backspaces what I typed. “No… you’re meant to be dating me, not completely changing who I am” he types something down as lean over his shoulder and into his space. It’s short. Simple… “this actually needs to be believable, doesn’t it?…”

I nod and match my own bio. Just our names with a heart next to it. You look up at JJ and show him your page. 

Your breath hitches as you notice his face tilted to the right. The afternoon sun hits the side of his face causing him to squint a little to see through the glare on your phone. An amused huff leaves him and for a second, amused at the situation and your matching bios you presume. You stop breathing. You’re unsure whether it’s because you think you’ve been caught, or because JJ is kind of pretty… you’ve never really noticed…

“Cute” his voice is deeper than usual. Softer… you don’t know how to respond. Was that comment even intentional? Was it better if it was or wasn’t intentional?? 

JJ clears his throat and corrects his statement, “The heart? Very you”

“Oh… thanks… you too, the flames I mean…”

“Yeah?” He has a lilt in his voice and that goofy grin on his face. The one that puts you at ease. The grin that makes it feel like nothing matters. No worries in the world. 

“You know what? Maybe I could actually have some fun with this.” He stretches his neck from side to side and puts his arms above his head. JJ’s grin turned mischievous. 

The country club is stale. Monotonous shades of beige line the walls, a marble bar in the centre of the dining room and plenty of tables with bouquets of fresh flowers in the middle spread out across the room. JJ sits at a table near a window, out of place. His fingers drum on the table as he waits for you. Some patrons are looking at him, wondering why a pogue - who they have definitely seen waiting their tables or mowing their lawns before - is sitting at their elite country club (he’s waiting for you, and it’s your reservation).

Soon enough, you arrive in a tennis skirt, a matching polo and an impractically small bag at your side. “Hey baby~” you waddle towards him, one hand gripping your tiny bag and you kiss his cheek. Sticking to the safe, agreed upon touching, kisses on the cheek, quick pecks, general embraces. You pull back and look at him cautiously, wondering if all the touching was alright with him so far, not wanting to cross any lines. He grins up at you, letting you breathe out a sigh of relief. 

You take in his appearance as you sit across from him at the small, intimate table. He fiddles with his collar. He’s wearing a simple white polo, one that you’ve seen him wear around the country club while he’s working. You lean over the table, shoo-ing away his hand to flatten the collar. “You look good. Stop worrying.” you mumble as you pat his chest. 

“Have you had a chance to look at the menu yet? What do you want?”

He doesn't respond and you look up at him. He looks uncomfortable. He clears his throat and recites his memorised lines, “The fig salad is a wonderful starter. It’s fresh, tangy and not to mention a great vegetarian option. Otherwise, I would also recommend the steak tartare or our kingfish carpaccio as a starter. The kingfish is especially fresh, always caught by our local suppliers here.”

You stare at him. Blink at him. 

He looks at you then looks down, roughly grabbing the menu, “or whatever”

You furrow your brows “don't do that… please don’t pretend like what you say doesn't matter. Tell me more!”

This time, it's JJ’s turn to stare at you. Blink at you. “I just work here for some events, that’s all. I’m sure you’ve eaten here more times than I’ve worked here.”

“Oh come on! I like hearing you talk.” you urge him on to explain the country club's extensive seafood range, seared scallops with brown butter and lemon pan sauce, fresh creamy burrata, pan fried shrimp gnocchi with pumpkin and spinach, corn and crab cakes, roasted branzino and capers, even fresh sashimi.

You hail down a server, ordering the seared scallops, a side salad and an aperol spritz.“Get whatever you want, Jayj. Remember, it’s on me.” 

A small chatter ruminates through the dining room as you two stare at each other. The sun’s position shifts to shine through the windows and create shadow patterns that rustle with the wind on the same hardwood floors that chairs faintly scrape over.

You reach into your small bag on the side of the windows as your eyes peek a look at some of the kooks around your table, making hushed comments about JJ. “We need to do something, just a little bit more. Mrs. Johnston over there is gonna report right back to mom, I can feel it.” He reaches across the table and lays it over yours. He peels your hand out of your bag and interlaces your fingers, forcing your eyes to look up. 

JJ looks down fondly at your wide eyes and mouth that is slightly ajar with your next thought. He has a cocky smirk as if saying, ‘is this good enough for you?’ He strokes the crook of your hand with this thumb. The gesture is familiar, gentle. Your aperol spritz arrives without your acknowledgement. JJ reaches for the drink and takes a sip with a crinkle of his nose and a squeeze of your hand. 

“Whaat? You first take my drink and now you wanna insult it!” you exasperate as you snatch the stem away from him and take a big gulp to prove a point. JJ huffs out in amusement. From the outside, it looks like a couple bickering over miniscule matters, their hands never letting go of each other. Almost as if JJ refuses not to be touching you for a single moment, even as the dishes arrive.

Midway through your meal, an obnoxious presence rattles the sanctity of your lunch. Topper Thornton, a nationally ranked surfer (and asshole) sauntered straight to your table and knocked on your table to grab your attention. “Well what do we have here? A little charity action! Good on you, fairy” Topper addresses you alone. As if JJ doesn't even exist. As if JJ is so beneath him, he doesn't deserve to be acknowledged. “You know fairy, I couldn't believe the little island rumour that you chose this pogue over rafe” he spits out ‘pogue’ like it’s mud, thick and retched. 

JJ’s jaw clenches in reaction as his hand squeezes yours over the table as your fingers are still interlocked. He doesn't say anything but his tongue clicks in his mouth in annoyance. His appetite souring.

“Ohh. Is sugar momma treating you to lunch today?” Topper finally addresses JJ, just to chastise him, before turning away to mutter to himself, “God knows you can't afford this place, let alone afford the proper… attire” 

“Top. please leave us alone” you stab a scallop on your fork, mood worsening by the second as Topper hovers. He leaves, but not before making a snide comment telling us to leave quickly before the country club loses its status. As if JJ’s sheer presence brings down the reputation of the establishment... JJ’s hand tenses around yours for a moment until Topper walks towards the bar.

As soon as Topper grabs a seltzer water and walks out, you throw your fork back onto the table with a clank. You pull your hand away and place them in your lap. The flex of JJ’s hand on the table, where your hands were intertwined, catches in the corner of your eye as you look up. He shrugs, but there’s something bothering him. You stare at your hands and words are caught in your throat. “I am… so sorry about that, Top can be such a dick.”

“Whatever. Other than you, kie and sarah, kooks are…” his jaw clicks and he gestures for you to finish your meal. He balls his fist on the table. You look at it, wondering if it's instinct as a reaction to Topper, or for some other reason… 

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Nobody gets me like you (pt 8)

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: y/n and Rafe have been best friends for years. They are completely inseparable. Everyone around them insists that there’s something more, but Rafe and y/n have an unspoken agreement that they won’t cross that line and ruin the friendship. When other people get involved that agreement gets harder to keep… will they be able to?

Series Masterlist

Part 9

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love grows where she goes // part 1

boss!rafe cameron x sunshine!reader

masterlist <3

taglist

a/n: let me know what you think!!

part 1 | part 2

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OMG IM GNA END IT idk how but my whole second chapter for Business Proposition got deleted off my google doc 😭😭 like i thought it was so good imo (which is hard for me to think my writing is good </33) it was like so yearning and JJ love language being acts of service

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL – rafe smau

02. 03. 04.

attempts one and two:

priv messages (you & sarah/ rafe & top):

insta:

rafe’s priv notes:

taglist: @drewsephrry @rafecameronswhore @bewitchedarchive @sebastianstansblog @lvcersvoid @judesgfirl @sc05 @californiapeachorchard @starkeying @lacyydollette @rafessbaby @riki-shenanigans @dashingday @laniirackssss @fairyjinn @silkylovey @harringtonsbowgirl @sophiek222 @luvs4rafe @defnotayonna @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @co6mos @s0phreakingfunny @frmeeden @yolgart @em-dotty @lupinslibraries @tinythebunni @flvredcas @r0vena @ursogorgeous13 @lifeonawhim @frankoceanluvr11 @cokewithcameron @amelialovesrafe @vanessa-rafesgirl @nonbeliever1 @xoxo4chrisss @ii2sanrio @luvvly-lydia @daddyrafeslittleslut @mattyskies @moonywhisp3rs @m1sche1fm4nag3d @r0binsparkles @jaasworld

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NO I’M NOT IN LOVE ☆ rafe cameron PART 1

✦　　　.　　MATTER FACT, WE COULD BE FRIENDSES

𝜗𝜚 bodyguard!rafecameron x popstar!reader

Yn Yln has been dealing with too many stalkers and papparazi lately, it's made her team worry about her and hire her a personal bodyguard. Insert Rafe Cameron, the new bodyguard, who is the talk of the internet every time he is working. Known as 'the attractive grumpy bodyguard'. And well now even Yn can't resist the charm.

𓂃.☘︎ part one 𓂃.☘︎ part two

FAMOUS BODYGUARD, WE’VE ALL SEEN HIM AROUND, RAFE CAMERON. BUT WHAT DO WE REALLY KNOW ABOUT THIS MAN?

Rafe Cameron was born on June 14, 1997 in North Carolina, United States as the son of wealthy corporate lawyer Ward Cameron. He was raised In luxury Figure eight.

In July 2015, he enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps against his father’s wishes, as it was decided from early age he should take over his father’s law firm which he turned down when he turned eighteen.

He completed his basic training at Parris Island, then went to The School of Infantry (SOI) located in eastern North Carolina at Camp Lejeune.

In 2016 he was assigned as 1st Recon Battalion at Camp Pendleton In San Diego, California. Where he had to sneak into dangerous places to find information and spy on their enemies. He careied out quick attacks with small teams. He applied for MARSOC selection, where he had to do extremely tough training, and only a few make it through — like Rafe.

After such difficult training at MARSOC he became a Critical Skills Operator — highly trained Marine and got deployed to multiple operations like Afghanistan, Northern Africa, and Eastern Europe all throughout 2018 until 2020.

He returned in 2021 with minor injuries during his latest mission, but with lingering PTSD symptoms. He received Navy Commendation Medal and Joint Service Achievement Medal. In 2021 he got honourably discharged after his 6 years of service for the country.

Coming home he cut contact with his father as refused to work for Ward Cameron in any way, he spend 6 months recovering off-grid while regaining mental stability.

Months later he joins HAVOC Security Solutions, a private security firm, who are known for protecting famous artists and CEO’s. He got recommended to work for Yn Yln in 2023 after a dangerous stalker-incident at one of her concerts in Los Angeles.

After this he became her full time protection agent and follows her around the world, he has protected her from many crazy fans around the world. He’s known online as the grumpy but hot bodyguard of Yn Yln, always seen grumpy around everyone but soft and caring when it comes to the singer herself.

Press has begun romantically linking him to Yn Yln but they’ve both haven’t said a word about it anywhere.

𓂃⋆.˚ yourname’s new instagram post

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yourname first post of the year, and the moods i’ve been in bc wtf

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𓂃⋆.˚ rafecameron’s new instagram story

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AUTHORS TALKING -> bro the research into military went crazy, that’s why it took me a while was supposed to post this a week ago😭

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thinking about famous!rafe cameron x childhood friend!reader who isn’t a celebrity. 01 02

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yall im getting onto finishing business proposition (my jj maybank fic) IVE WRITTEN ANOTHER CHAPTER AND I KNOW WHERE ITS GOING i just dont have the motivation??/im scared >.< and im feeling like my writing is shitttt but im gna finish it!!

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𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳!𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘰𝘣𝘹 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘶)

𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱. 𝘺/𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴.

ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇꜱ: 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋

𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗌

𝗈𝗇𝖾- 𝖻𝗈𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾

𝗍𝗐𝗈- 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾- 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋- 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾

𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾- 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌!

𝗌𝗂𝗑- 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗁𝗂𝗆

𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇- 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖫𝖠

𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍- 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌

𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾- 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉

𝗍𝖾𝗇- 𝗊&𝖺

𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇- 𝗀𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗆’ 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗋

𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾- 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍

𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽

𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖻𝗑 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾

𝗌𝗂𝗑𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀?

𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒

𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗂’𝗆 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗍

𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇

𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒- 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍

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"girl probably barricade" I LAUGHED OUT LOUD

ꜰɪᴠᴇ- ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ!

𝘢𝘭𝘭-𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩

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@amterasuu @ethanthequeefqueen @lmaowhatt @gublerstylesobrien1238 @pi4st81 @pinkribboncoco @lynoriax @rafecameronswhoore @rihannamars @rafesdrew @icaqttt @drewstarkeyswife-7 @davinashifts333 @rrosiitas @mysticbby2009 @popou61

a/n: she knows of his existence + first interaction who cheered

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i just got caught up on this fic after seeing it everytime i search up rafe for the past year... WHAT TOOK ME SO LONG IM OBSESSED

illicit affairs - part fourteen | r.c

summary:

“That your parents?”

“No,” you replied, subtly angling your phone away from Topper as you declined the call. “Not important.”

The screen just turned black before it lit up again, the ringtone loud as it announced another call from JJ. Good lord.

“Must be pretty important,” Topper mused and you only sighed, accepting the call.

“What.”

OR; Your secrets come to light. One way or another.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader, jj maybank x reader (I feel like I should've added this sooner oh well)

warnings: bike crash (LOL) with minor injuries, angst, alluding to drug use, mini pov switch at the end (oh?👀)

word count: 3.4k

author's note: honestly i didn’t think id update again so soon, but here we are. also shoutout to @inthelibrarybtw for guessing the chapter’s title. you’re a day one-r and i love and appreciate you being with me from the start (she’s not the only one, there’s a few; you know who you are!🩷) happy reading!! 🫶🏼

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pt. fourteen: “like you don’t even exist”

You had never lied to Rafe before. And not telling him you were in love with him didn’t count. That wasn’t a lie. It was a secret. No, you never actively lied to him about something as trivial as who you were spending time with. What even was the reason? That you knew Rafe hated JJ’s guts and you were trying to save yourself some drama? Or was it just the kind of friendship you and Rafe now had? The one where you didn’t tell him things.

“Honey?”

You lifted your eyes from your plate, where you had spent the last five minutes pushing your steak around, to see your parents look at you expectantly.

“Sorry, did you say something?”

Your parents had taken you to Charleston over the weekend, something about spending more time with the family and whatnot. Normally, you’d drag your feet, spending a whole weekend away with just your parents, a fight almost inevitable. But this time, you actually appreciated the short trip. It was nice to get away from everyone for a bit. And for once, you didn’t have to come up with an excuse not to see your friends. Also you couldn’t quite look JJ in the eyes yet without feeling guilty that you had thought of Rafe when you almost hooked up with him. In some way, you were sure JJ wouldn’t actually mind. He’d probably find it hilarious.

“I was just asking if everything was alright with your food, you haven’t even taken a bite,” your father asked, his brow raised.

“Oh.”

You put the cutlery down, leaning back in your chair. “Food is fine. I’m just not really hungry. Sorry,” you said with an apologetic tone, pushing the plate away from you.

“Is everything okay with you?” your mother asked, and you looked at her in surprise. If your mother was concerned, things must be really serious. “You’ve seemed upset lately.”

“I know you feel like you’re too old to spend time with us especially since your brother left, but we really appreciate you coming along. We know you’d rather spend time with your friends,” your father added. Hearing him say that made you feel a little guilty because you actually weren’t even mad about being here with them, but before you could reply, someone laid their hand on your shoulder. You looked up quickly, because there was no way a stranger would just touch you like this, just to see Topper and his grandpa stand behind you.

“Look who we have here,” Judge Holden spoke cheerfully and your parents quickly stood to greet him.

“Judge, what a surprise!” your father exclaimed, shaking the Judge’s hand. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey,” you said, pushing your chair back to stand, leaning into Topper when he wrapped his arms around you for a hug. “I didn’t know you were in Charleston tonight.”

“Well, you haven’t really been talking to me lately, so how was I supposed to tell you?”

Ouch.

His words were biting, but when he pulled away, you could see the hurt in his eyes. You definitely deserved that. Considering he was one of your best friends, his been treating him like a distant acquaintance.

“Judge, why don’t you sit down, have a glass of wine with us,” your mother asked and Topper’s grandpa didn’t let her ask him twice before he sat down at your chair.

“You kids will be fine on your own, right?” your father said, effectively dismissing you as you and Topper exchanged glances, with him extending his arm for you to walk ahead. So much for quality family time.

You exited the restaurant onto the side walk, thinking some fresh air would do you good. Topper walked next to you in silence, his hands stuffed in his pockets. You knew what was coming, so you stayed quiet, trying to push the inevitable lecture back for as long as possible.

“So I’m assuming you and Rafe broke off whatever you were doing?”

Well, that wasn’t long.

Lifting your head, you glanced at him, but he only stared back at you, waiting for you to answer.

“That obvious, huh?” you deadpanned and Topper rolled his eyes with a sigh.

“I’m not gonna say I told you so, but honestly, what were you thinking?”

That stepping over this boundary would make Rafe stop seeing you only as is best friend? That he would realize he loved you too? Or maybe you weren’t thinking at all. You didn’t know which of these made you sound dumber. God, you really were a walking cliché, weren’t you?

“I know,” you said quietly, turning away because embarassment was burning your cheeks. You felt like you were five again, getting scolded by your mom because you took too much candy, because in a way, you were. It just wasn’t candy that you wanted.

“You know it sucks not having you around,” Topper pointed out, his voice softening. “Your feminine energy is missing and it throws our whole dynamic off.”

His attempt at lightening the mood made you snort out a laugh, and Topper only shrugged with his shoulders, pleased that he was able to cheer you up a little.

“I’m sorry,” you said, sighing. “I hate all of this and I miss spending time with you. I just don’t know how to be around Rafe right now, which is weird for me and-”

You were interrupted mid-word, when your phone started ringing and as you pulled it out of your purse, thinking it might be your parents asking where you were, JJ’s name flashed across the screen.

“That your parents?”

“No,” you replied, subtly angling your phone away from Topper as you declined the call. “Not important.”

The screen just turned black before it lit up again, the ringtone loud as it announced another call from JJ. Good lord.

“Must be pretty important,” Topper mused and you only sighed, accepting the call.

“What.”

“Aw, you don’t sound happy to hear from me,” JJ whined into the phone, surely with the matching pout.

“What am I, your wife?” you asked dryly and JJ chuckled.

“Do you want to be?”

You bit back a grin with an eye roll, turning away from Topper when he raised a brow at you. You hoped to god he couldn’t hear JJ over the phone. That really was the last thing you needed.

“What do you want?”

“Can’t I just call because I miss your voice?”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Wait wait wait, okay,” JJ stopped you with a laugh. “I just wanted to ask when you’re gonna be back. It’s weird not having you around.”

“It’s a common effect I have on people,” you teased. “Honestly, though, I’m not sure when I’ll be back. My parents didn’t exactly give me an itinerary for this weekend. But I’ll let you know, okay?”

“’kay. See you Sunday then, the latest.”

“Bye,” you spoke into your phone before hanging up, shaking your head a little. What an idiot. As you put your phone back into your purse, you could feel Topper’s eyes on you, and when you looked up, his lips were draw in a tight line, displaying how unhappy he was.

Great, so he heard everything.

“Maybank? Really?”

You bit back a groan, surely that would not help your situation right now.

“What about him?” you asked back and Topper rolled his eyes.

“Do I have to remind you of the last time you were standing between JJ and Rafe?”

You frowned at him, pursing your lips. “Yes. Because I never stood between them.”

“Don’t play stupid. Rafe almost blew a casket when he saw JJ working the spring fling, and now you’re seeing him? Worse, you’re keeping it from Rafe?”

Now it was your turn, to roll your eyes.

“Are you doing this just to get back at Rafe?”

His words hit you hard, the way he intended, you were sure.

“What? No! This has nothing to do with Rafe!”

That wasn’t completely true. It had everything to do with Rafe. But not in the way Topper was thinking. Clenching your fists, you felt your nails dig into the flesh of your palm, the pain calming you a little bit.

Not the time and place to have a screaming match. You exhaled deeply, unclenching your hands.

“Look, just… Don’t tell him yet, okay? He’s gonna flip out, just let me deal with it,” you asked Topper. “You know I’m better at that.”

Topper puffed out a breath, like he was contemplating your request. In a way, you knew you were asking him to keep this from Rafe, but you also knew that Topper dropping this bomb on Rafe would be catastrophic. It seemed liked Topper came to the same conclusion before he begrudgingly agreed.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But you really do have to tell him, Precious and I mean it.”

“I promise.”

You intended to keep that promise, you did. But everything got so hectic when you got back to Kildare and you never got around to telling Rafe. Yes, you could have texted him, but wasn’t this the kind of conversation you had face to face?

Topper [05/25/24: 11:49 am]: did you tell him yet?

With a sigh, you swiped the message away, tossing your phone in your purse and got out of your car. Later, you told yourself. Right now, you had to make sure JJ wouldn’t kill himself during this motorcycle race.

When he had originally told you he wanted to sign up, you tried your best to convince him not to. His bike was in no condition to win a race. But he had set his mind on it, vowing to win the race and to take you out for a nice dinner on Figure Eight. I can buy myself a nice dinner, you had wanted to say, but didn’t. Not like you wanted to start a fight.

Fortunately though, you and Sarah managed to convince John B to race with JJ, keeping his back free. That eased your worries, if only slightly. Walking down the dunes of the beach, you quickly found JJ and his friends standing around his and John B’s bike at the sidelines, talking strategy.

“- so if you’ve got my back, I got a real shot.”

“What kind of miracle work are you trying to do here?”

JJ lifted his head, grinning when he saw you. “No miracle here, just plain ol’e racing skills.”

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms as you stopped next to Sarah and Kiara, watching Pope and John B fuss over his bike before you turned to the girls.

“I take it you didn’t manage to talk him out of it yet.”

“Have you seen him?” Kiara scoffed, gesturing towards JJ. Which… Fair.

You gave JJ a look as you walked towards him, placing your hand on his chest.

“JJ.”

“No, you vixen, you’re not seducing me out of this,” JJ protested, though his hands find your waist. “I’m doing this race and there’s nothing you can do to talk me out of it.”

“You sure?”

Your hand creeped up his neck, before your fingers tilted his chin down, so you could lean up to kiss him. JJ groaned into your mouth, but he made no move to pull away.

“What the hell?”

You two broke apart, your heart starting to race as soon as you recognized his voice, willing for someone else to stand in front of you, but of course, it was Rafe.

He stomped towards you, dressed in biking gear from head to toe, Topper and Kelce hot on his heels. You should’ve know they’d be here. This was on you.

Rafe stopped only a few feet from you, his eyes darting from you to JJ and back, before his gaze set on you. In the back, Topper and Kelce exchanged nervous glances.

“So this was who you were hanging out with that night?” Rafe asked his voice rising. His question was posed in a way you knew he didn’t want an answer to. And honestly, even if he did, you weren’t sure what to say.

Rafe was angry. Angrier than you’d seen him before, acting a little erratic, his eyes wild. And something else was different. He’d never talked to you like this before.

To others, sure. You? Never.

Next to you, JJ tensed, trying to push himself in front of you, his friends at your back, unsure what to do, but you gently gave JJ a shove to the back, stepping in front of him to face Rafe.

“You lied to me? For him?”

He gestured towards JJ with his hand, not even sparing him a glance, like he wasn’t even there. No, Rafe’s attention, and his anger was all aimed at you. You opened your mouth to say something, but it was like your brain short-circuited.

“Come on, Rafe, chill,” Topper said coming to your rescue. From the back, he flexed his hand around Rafe’s shoulder, trying to de-escalate the situation, subtly pulling him away from you. “Precious probably just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Clearly, the words had the opposite effect because Rafe turned towards Topper, his eyes narrowing.

“Did you know about this?”

“I…” Topper trailed off, his eyes finding yours, which Rafe was quick to notice.

“Great, what an amazing group of friends I have,” Rafe exclaimed melodramatically, turning to Kelce. “You hooking up with any of them, too?”

Kelce gave Rafe a look, lifting both of his hands as he shook his head. “Hey man, keep me out of this.”

Rafe scoffed before looked back at you, like he was expecting an answer. You knew he’d react badly, but this was on another level.

“Rafe, please, can we have a civil conversation about this?” you asked him, almost pleading.

But the boomboxes around the track cracked to life before Rafe could answer.

“Attention all racers, please take your place at the start line, the race is about to start!”

The announcement broke through the disagreement like a dull knife and you pressed your lips together as you looked at Rafe. But he only shook his head, letting out a huff.

“Whatever.”

He shouldered past Topper roughly without another word, heading to his bike, leaving you at a loss for words. Topper glanced at you, his eyes saying more than he ever could with his mouth before following Rafe. Only Kelce lingered by you, his eyes flickering to JJ before he asked: “Are you okay?”

You put up a smile, nodding. “Yeah, fine. Go. I’ll be okay.”

Kelce hesitated. You knew you weren’t convincing him, part of you wished he’d refuse your words, stay with you, but then he only nodded, walking off. The lump in your throat grew, and you tried to swallow it when you felt JJ’s hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, I’m really sorry, but I gotta go,” he said gently, and you cleared your throat, the people in front of you dispersing, giving you a perfect look on Rafe, as he sat on his bike, pulling his helmet over his head.

“‘course, yeah.”

“Good luck kiss?”

Your eyes averted from Rafe to see JJ looking at you expectantly, one brow raised. Sighing softly, you leaned in to press a soft smooch on his lips, but before you could pull away, JJ grabbed your waist, deepening the kiss. After a few seconds, he pulled away, giving you his signature grin and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Rafe turning away from you.

“Alright, let’s win this thing,”

“Just be careful, okay?”

You knew Rafe was out for blood, and while he was so mad at you right now, he wouldn’t hurt you. JJ though? You weren’t so sure about that.

“Ah, don’t worry princess, I’ll get back to you in one piece,” JJ said with a wink, before he and John B lead their bikes towards the startling line.

“This isn’t gonna end well, is it?” Sarah asked, coming up to stand next to you. You let your eyes wander over the racers, a mixture off Pogues and Kooks, JJ and John B, Rafe and Topper. As you crossed your arms over your chest, you shook your head.

“Not a chance.”

The shot of the gun announcing the start of the race made you jump a little, all the bikes racing down the beach. Surprisingly, JJ was at the front of the group, making a headstart as they crossed into the woody parts of the beach, cutting off any chance of seeing more.

It wasn’t long until the the group of racers returned to the part of the beach the viewers could see, however it wasn’t JJ at the front anymore, but Rafe.

“What the hell?” you muttered, your eyebrows creasing.

“Look, John B is third,” Sarah pointed out, gently shaking your shoulder. “JJ must have just fallen behind.”

“Right,” you muttered, as Rafe came closer to the finish goal. But then, a loud, and just all too familiar engine roared, a bike flying over the small river bank, and it was like everything was in slow motion when JJ flew through the air, clinging to his bike, his one and only lifeline.

“What…?” Pope muttered, facepalming and you nearly couldn’t watch, but your eyes were glued to JJ, until he finally landed on the sand back on the track, a little inelegant, albeit safely, just in front of Rafe.

“Holy fuck, did that really just happen?” Kiara asked, covering her mouth as JJ’s bike sped forwards.

“Is JJ actually gonna win?” Sarah muttered, and you only shrugged with your shoulders, though it seemed like Rafe wasn’t able to catch up with JJ, his front wheel just barely catching up with JJ’s tail.

JJ threw his fist up briefly, no doubt to celebrate his win prematurely, but just as both of his hands curled around the steering wheel again, Rafe sped up his bike, crashing it into the back of JJ’s sending them of them flying off their bikes. They both landed in the sand with a thud, the remaining racers driving past them, with Topper reaching the finish line first.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, your hand flying to your mouth. Your feet moved towards them automatically, your eyes flickering towards Rafe like on instinct, but he already was up on his feet, pulling his helmet off his head. JJ on the other hand, rolled over on his back, groaning out in pain.

“Are you insane?” you hissed at Rafe, scanning him from top to bottom for any visible injuries. “You could have killed yourself.”

You didn’t wait for an answer, kneeling down on the sand next to you JJ, your forehead creasing in worry.

“Are you okay?”

JJ didn’t reply, slowly pulling his helmet off before he looked at you, the corner of his lips tugging into a grin. “Princess, you really take my breath away.”

You let out a shaky laugh, sitting down in relief. You didn’t know what you would have done if JJ was seriously hurt, knowing Rafe had lashed out because of your fight. If anything had happened to JJ, it would’ve been your fault.

“Wait, how’s my bike?” JJ asked, his eyes widening. You looked over his bike, a small trail of smoke coming from it. It definitely had seen better days.

“Let’s worry about you first,” you said, changing the topic. “Do you think you can stand?”

As you helped him stand, arms supporting his waist, his friends finally rushed over. From a distance, Rafe stood in the sand, his helmet in his limp hands, staring at you as Topper stomped towards him, his own helmet jammed under his arm.

“I know she lied to you, and I’m sorry for my part in it,” Topper said in a somber voice. “But don’t you think that was too far?”

Rafe finally tore his eyes away from you to meet Topper’s, his lips pressed in a line. His thoughts were still a bit hazy, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the fall, or the line he did with Barry before he came here, but he never felt more justified in his actions.

“Wasn’t far enough.”

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author's note: THOUGHTS??

[getosleftarm]

So long and thanks for all the fish

I don’t really really enjoy goodbye posts, they seem attention-seeking an unnecessary.  But to the people that follow me and my writing, I do believe I owe you one.  

It’s come to my attention that people (as in more than one) are feeding my written work into AI and then passing it off as their own, but denying it (you aren’t slick folks, AI is very easy to spot). They are copying large amounts of my writing, my plot points, my personal imaginings and it’s to the point where I can’t ignore it anymore.

Writing is a sacred thing to share with the world. Its pieces of me in written form and to have someone come along and scoop that up and pretend it’s theirs feels very violating.

That’s on top of the racism and internalized misogyny in this fandom which I can no longer deal with.

People talk about binding my work even though I’ve said I don’t want that. People write horrible things to and about POC here. People write stories with very upsetting themes and don’t tag them correctly. People compete instead of supporting.

SMTL was my gift to the fandom, something I was proud of. But clearly you’re going to use it for AI, you’re going to bind it without permission, you’re going to rape my original ideas and then you’re going to move onto the next poor writer who just wanted to spread some joy and imagination with their writing. I won’t be updating it anymore and I will not be editing it into an e-book. That just makes it easier for people to fuck with it.

I’m sorry to be negative, I have always tried to be a beacon of positivity, to build connection and community, but it’s clear that there’s no space in forums like this for soft hearts. That’s okay, I learned my lesson and this is my swan song.

To the people that supported me, my work and respected what I wanted in regards to that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I have had the most wonderful ride with you. You have made me laugh, cry, smile and you have shared in the journey with me. Without you I never would have made it to 5,000 subscribers here on tumblr and SMTL never would have become as prolific as it has become now.

To the friends I made on here, I’m so glad I found you.

Love, Emma

Edit: I will be posting my finished series' and finishing up The Roommate Agreement on A03 (same name as on here) because we need to see that one through!