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Leather and Lace || Rudy Pankow {1}

Lovers forever face to face My city your mountains Stay with me stay I need you to love me I need you today Give to me your leather Take from me my lace

(eek i’m nervous about this. hope y’all enjoy. message me if you wanna be on my taglist!)

CHAPTER ONE

ZOE’S POV:

Sophie’s alarm clock is blaring yet again after the third time she had snoozed it this morning. I can hear it in my bedroom… across the freaking hallway. I pad into her room,

“Soph.” No response. “Soph!” I whisper-yell. “Sophie!!!” She jolts up, ripping her eye mask off.

“I’m up. I’m up.” 

“I’m leaving in 20 minutes for class, I won’t be home until at least 11 tonight, I told Liv I would have dinner and a wine night at her place.”

“I’m probably sleeping at Aaron’s tonight so…” I raise an eyebrow at her. Aaron is this new guy she met over Bumble and the two of them have been seeing each other every day since their first date 3 weeks ago.

“Alright well have fun and try not to do anything dumb”

“You know I always do” I laugh and shut her door, walking to my vanity to quickly put on some makeup and grab my stuff. 

I’m about a quarter way through my senior year at NYU, and about a quarter away from an existential crisis. I’m not sure what I want to do with my life yet. Basically every single one of my friends have boyfriends and they talk about marriage and babies and all that shit. And it’s cute. But I’m fine on my own. My last boyfriend Peter always had me feeling suffocated. The constant “Babe” and “Baby”. The obligation of having to FaceTime someone all the time. Having to be around someone every minute of every day. I was exhausted all the time. Currently, I’m an international business major with a minor in accounting. Taking a full course load, and working a part time job in an accounting firm on top of that. I don’t exactly have time for anything else. 

I check the time and see that I’m running 5 minutes late. I slip on mom jeans, a giant t-shirt I stole from my dad years ago and run out the door. The walk to school is always my favorite part of the day. The West Village was my dream neighborhood to live in and once I saved up enough money from working throughout school, I finally was able to rent a tiny two bedroom apartment. I mindlessly scroll through social media as I speed walk to “campus”, it’s really just a few buildings in the city, there’s no open space or anything. Unless you count Washington Square Park. I pass the West 4th street subway station and my phone fumbles out of my hand as a result of someone walking straight into me.

“Fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” I say grabbing my phone and seeing the screen cracked. This is not exactly what I need at this moment.

“I am so sorry” I hear a voice above me, “I’m not from here, which I guess you can tell. Uh, I’m a little lost. I think? I’m not sure where I’m going or what uptown and downtown mean on the subways. Sorry, I’m rambling. Oh my god!” He sees my phone. “I’m so sorry. Shit. I can get you a new one.”

“Ok chill for a sec dude” I stand up brushing my hair out of my eyes. “At least buy a girl coffee before you offer up a phone.”

“Oh you’re not mad. I thought most people who live here have a stick up their ass all the time” He says, and I finally look up at his face. Those eyes, those fucking eyes. My breath catches in my throat as I realize I’m staring at him. Something about him looks or feels familiar but I can’t place my finger on it.

“Uh yeah most people are like that.”

“So are you not from here?” He asks “Cause ya know, you’re nice and stuff.” 

“Oh no I live here. I go to NYU, I’m actually on my way there now.” I look at my phone to check the time but I can barely see due to the cracked screen. 

“Uh it’s 9:0-”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” I groan loudly, class started at 9.

“Late for class…?” he asks cautiously, not sure if he’s going to make it worse or not.

“Yes. I have to go, like right now.” I say starting to turn to walk away.

“Wait. Let me buy you that coffee so we can discuss the phone thing. Today isn’t great for me, how does tomorrow sound?” I nod and he hands me his phone. “Put in your number.” I quickly type in my information and hand him back the phone. “Well Zoe,” He says looking down at my contact, “I hope to see you later.”

“You too, I didn’t catch your name though.”

“Rudy. Rudy Pankow.”

“Well Rudy,” I look at him, flashing a small smirk “I’ll be looking forward to your text.” I turn and walk away as fast as I can. Of all the things that make me anxious, being late to class is pretty high up on the list. But I think the idea of meeting Rudy for coffee is consuming my mind more than the fact that I’m late is. I slip into the back of the lecture hall about 15 minutes late, luckily not drawing any attention to myself. I take out my notebook and try to take notes, but my mind is elsewhere.

RUDY’S POV:

I don’t know where the hell I am right now. Chase was completely wrong when he said the New York subway system would be easy to figure out. I have to go film a few interviews for Buzzfeed about season two and I’m lost. Totally lost. 

“West 4th street-Washington Square” The crackle comes over the speaker. 

“Fuck it” I mumble and get off. I can just take an Uber, so much for trying to get the whole experience. I walk up the stairs trying to order an Uber, getting more and more frustrated by the minute. All of a sudden I slam into what I can only hope is another tourist, the last thing I need is someone yelling at me for looking at my phone. 

“Fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” I hear a voice from next to me mutter.

“I am so sorry” Fuck. She’s beautiful, and I’m just straight up dumb. “I’m not from here, which I guess you can tell. Uh, I’m a little lost. I think? I’m not sure where I’m going or what uptown and downtown mean on the subways. Sorry, I’m rambling.” For fucks sake Rudy shut the fuck up. I look to her hand and see that I shattered her entire phone and my stomach drops. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Shit. I can get you a new one.” Yes good job. Just offer up an entirely new phone, that’ll help. I mentally smack my forehead. 

“Ok chill for a sec dude” She stands up, locking her eyes with mine. My eyes can’t decide where to look. Her eyes? her lips? She’s stunning. “At least buy a girl coffee before you offer up a phone.” My face turns bright red. I’m a fucking idiot. She’s running late and I decide to just shoot my shot. I shove my phone at her offering up coffee. A smile breaks onto my face when she takes it and types in her contact info. Zoe. 

“Well Rudy, I’ll be looking forward to your text” She smirks at me. God dammit I have never seen anything like her before. She spins on her heel and rushes away. I slide into the nearest taxi, not getting the chance to order an Uber. What the hell just happened?

ZOE’S POV:

I can’t get him off my mind. This isn’t like me at all. Usually I turn random men on the street down, I mean who doesn’t? What if this guy is a serial killer. God Zoe what did you do. Ok but he seems nice enough right? Ugh. I stare at my glass of wine, mind wandering.

“Earth to Zoe” Liv waves her hand in front of my face. I blink and look up.

“Sorry I’m exhausted. Too many unhappy clients today.”

“Uh huh sure.” She rolls her eyes and my friend Katie laughs next to her.

“What?!” I say, a little too defensively.

“Who’s the guy? You only ever act like this, all out of it and daydreamy when there’s a guy”

“There’s no gu-” I get cut off.

“Oh don’t even try. Who is he.” Katie slides next to me and pours more wine in my glass.

“It’s really no one. I met him on the street, he sort of smashed my phone. Well I guess I did. When he ran into me. And then he offered to buy me a new phone just like that. I was like well at least buy me a coffee first, you know, jokingly. But then he actually made a date for tomorrow to get coffee. He said he’d text me, but it’s been hours so I doubt it’ll actually happen. Probably is just being nice.” I mumble the last sentence. 

“A guy on the street?” Liv raises her voice.

“Are you crazy?” Katie says, setting her wine glass down a little too hard.

“I know I know. But something about him just felt familiar. Like I had seen him before or something. He seems our age, he had these insane blue eyes. I couldn’t stop staring.” I look down at the table. “I probably won’t even go, it’s a dumb idea.” 

“Dude, you’ll find someone. I promise. It just takes time” I look over to Liv.

“That’s the thing though. I don’t even want someone, I’m fine on my own right now. If I started seeing a guy, I wouldn’t have time for him, the two of you, work and school. I would literally have a mental breakdown.” I laugh. Part of me knows I’m lying. I don’t want a boyfriend, that part is true. But if that boyfriend was Rudy, I would have to reconsider. That’s crazy right? I’m definitely going crazy. I don’t even know this guy.

“Ok well let’s get drunk and watch hot boys on TV. There’s a show Liv and I wanted to watch on Netflix called Outer Banks. Have you seen it yet?” Katie asks me as she goes to the couch.

“I don’t have the time for that.” I plop down next to her.

“So that’s a no” She grabs the remote.

“I’m so fucking excited. I keep seeing stuff about the show everywhere, season two is coming out next week.” Liv squeals. Katie starts the show and I start chugging my wine so I can get a new glass. I choke on my wine and spit it out all over the ivory rug.

“Zoe! What the Fuck?!” Liv yells, obviously pissed I just ruined her rug. But I can’t stop coughing. I look back to the TV to make sure I’m not seeing things. It’s him, I could never forget those eyes.

“That’s him” I choke out, “That’s the guy who I ran into today.”

“Rudy Pankow? The guy on the TV right now? Are you sure?” Katie looks at me.

“There’s no way.” Liv shakes her head.

“I’m dead serious. That’s the guy.” My phone vibrates from across the room and we all look at each other. I run over to look at it.

Meet me at Think Coffee in SoHo tomorrow at 3pm. Apple Store right next door ;) -Rudy

“No. Fucking. Way”

Taglist: @pink-meringues​ @x-lulu​ @perkeusjackson​

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When will we get the first chapter of Leather and Lace?? I'm so excited. No rush of course though just wanted to say I'm excited :):):)

tonight!!! i’m nervous but also eager to post it. thanks for all of the support!! just need to revise one last time after my classes today.

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sometimes a family is five teens screaming in a van rolling down the road in the wee hours of the morning after they were almost murdered by a blind serial killer in her 80s while their one friend is covered in shit but no one cares because they just found 400 million dollars in gold

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Leather and Lace || Rudy Pankow

Lovers forever face to face My city your mountains Stay with me stay I need you to love me I need you today Give to me your leather Take from me my lace

An idea that came to me while driving back to college in New York City, based off of Stevie Nicks’s “Leather and Lace”.

HIIIIIIII I had a new series idea come to mind and I’m just gonna run with it. I adore Stevie Nicks, she’s my idol and the line “My city, your mountains” makes me think of Rudy and Alaska. I’m posting a lil summary/intro/background thing on what this will look like. I’m new to this and idk how it’ll go but why not.

Zoe Williams is a student at New York University, located in her favorite city in the world. She always knew she wanted to go to college in the city, traditional college campuses aren’t for her. She’ll take the busy streets and dirty subways over trees and open roads any day. She’s stubborn, keeps to herself and is content with being alone. That is until Rudy Pankow runs into her on the street one day, lost on his way to a TV appearance.  

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I’m hoping to get chapter 1 up by the end of this week :):)

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I CAN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD

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REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

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I Guess I Need To Wear Your Shirts More Often || JJ Maybank

a/n: yay more content for once. This is my first time writing smut so bear with me pleaseeee. I have an idea for a Rudy series that I wanna start thanks to an anon request so I'll post a little ~prologue~ soon. And I have some lil imagine, blurb things that are almost finished (some based off of lyrics from random ass songs I like). So shoutout to my university for doing online classes and to the pandemic for causing most of my time to be spent in my dorm, bc now i have an insane amount of free time.

Word count: ~1k

Warnings: literally straight smut. Like that’s all there is to this folks. Oh and unprotected sex (be smart, be safe friends). Cute lil fluffy ending ofc.

“See ya later bro” JJ calls to Pope, swinging his arm around your shoulder and walking toward the back porch of the Chateau.

“So what have you been up to beautiful?” He asks.

“Well I worked five to twelve thirty, went home, got bored and decided to come here. Where’s John B?” 

“He took Sarah out on the boat for the day. He said he wanted alone time with her, that we were hanging around them too much. I disagree though”

“Of course you do” You laugh at him. JJ was always at the chateau, he practically lived there so it made sense that the two felt like they needed a break from him. 

“Of course you do” He mimics you and you turn to him and swat his shoulder. 

“Oh you’ll pay for that” A dark smirk takes over his face. 

Your stomach flutters and your face flushes. Your phone pings and you go to grab it but his hands grasp yours before you can reach. He takes both of your wrists into his right hand, raises them above your head, and pushes you against the wall with his left. You let out a gasp, only encouraging his actions. His free hand traces your jawline, moving to the front of your neck, squeezing gently. Your eyes shut and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. He starts to kiss your neck and both of his hands drop to your bikini bottoms. In one motion, he unties both sides and drops to his knees as they fall to the ground. You curse, thinking it was under your breath but soon realize he fully heard it because he looks up and raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah baby?” He says, his voice deep. You nod, eyes closed. He chuckles, “Yeah I thought so.” His ego inflating with every second. 

He starts to kiss up the insides of your thighs as you go to take off your shirt, well JJ’s shirt that you stole from him. He stops his movements abruptly “As much as I love seeing you topless, I get so fucking turned on when you wear my shirts. Leave it on.” He commands. You drop the hem of the shirt and your hands move into his hair, signaling him to continue his previous actions. “Good girl” He mumbles as he moves his face closer to your center. The words make your stomach clench. He licks one, flat, stripe across your center, sending shivers throughout your body. Your breath hitches in your throat as he circles his tongue around your bundle of nerves.

“J,” You choke out.

“Mmm, that feel good baby?” he says as he continues to tease you with this tongue. You moan in response. “That’s not an answer. Use your words love.”

“Ye-yes. Please don’t stop.” Your struggle to speak. He pulls away and you moan at the sudden lack of contact. He spins you around, so that you’re facing the wall and drops his bathing suit bottoms to the ground. 

He sticks his fingers in your mouth and you tease him as you circle your tongue around them. He hisses and pulls them out, starting to pump his cock with the lubrication from your mouth on his fingers.

“Bend” He orders and you fold yourself over, ass hiked in the air. He pushes into you and you let out a deep sigh at the feeling, while he groans from deep within his throat. He starts slowly, teasing you and working you back up to where you were a few moments ago. His hand wraps around your front to gently squeeze your throat. Then moves down to start playing with your clit. His other hand holds your waist steady, finger tips pressing hard, sure to leave bruises in the morning. The pressure slowly starts to build up and he can tell. Your breath is ragged, hand gripping the wall. He slows down his fingers, edging you to your end. He speeds up and slows down, wanting your orgasm to be a powerful one. After a few minutes of the torturous yet pleasurable cycle, the final time he speeds up his actions, you unravel around him. You moan out his name, feeling his smirk against the back of your neck.

“Good girl” He says and he takes your shoulders and turns you to him, leading you to the kitchen counter. He picks you up and sits you on top, your legs spread open to him. He steps forward and pushes into you again, and you watch the pleasure take over his face. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You bite his shoulder and rake your nails against his back and he lets out a grunt. 

“Fuck” He whispers into the nape of your neck “I won’t last if you keep doing that.” You hum against his shoulder and bite down again, sucking lightly, sure to leave a mark in the morning. He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, away from his body.

“I want to see your face when I cum love” He says, his voice raspy. You take your bottom lip between your teeth and watch him nod his head back and forth. “I can’t fucking stand it when you do that and you know it.”

“I know you do baby. Why do you think I do it?” You say, smirking, knowing that he loves it when you talk to him like this. His movements start to falter as he grabs the back of your neck and brings your forehead to his as he releases inside of you before collapsing into your neck.

You two stay there for a little while, playing with his hair. He leaves soft kisses against your throat and one on your nose before he says “John B can’t know we just fucked on the counter. He’ll give me hell for it until the day I die.” You laugh, pulling him closer.

“I guess I need to wear your shirts more often” You cock your head to the side, a smug smile spreading across your face.

“Oh yes. Yes you do.” He says picking you up and spinning you around. “Now let’s go surf, whoever wipes out the most buys dinner later.”

“You’re on Maybank.” You quickly dress and walk out together, hands intertwined, giant smiles plastered on both of your faces.

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here’s a suicide hotline for if any of you are in need of immediate support (x)

please take care of yourselves and your friends tonight everyone

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Masterlist

More to come :) Requests are always open!!

JJ Maybank

Stay, Please? 

REQUESTS

JJ x Reader Confess Their Love

JJ Helps Reader With an Unhealthy Relationship With Rafe

JJ x Kook Reader: Restitution

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SUGAR DADDY WARD. IM SO HERE FOR THIS

w a r d c a m e r o n x fem!reader

notes: why? you ask, because this man is hot and im the h word so. im also not putting a lot of effort into this cause i know about three people will read it.

warnings: baby this is full of sugar, literally, let me introduce you to sugar daddy!ward cameron. severe age gap, however, reader is 21+. lower case intended my lovies

summary: meeting ward cameron for the first time

if you’re like me, and dig this idea, please feel free to send in concepts, thanks lovies

the first member of the cameron family that you met was rafe, the eldest and only son. you had met him through mutual friends at college and you had this weird connection with each other. it wasn’t romantic in the slightest, he had tried his luck but you explained thoroughly that he wasn’t your type; he was too young. but you bounced off one another like joey and phoebe from the hit television show, friends. it’s why you became the closest of friends within a short span of time, two months passed and he had invited you to spend the winter in the outer banks with him. 

he told you a lot about the outer banks, how he couldn’t wait to get away from it but he also explained the horrendous reputation he had amongst the population there. you only rolled your eyes to his story, patting him on the back, ‘you’re a dickhead, rafe, i get it.’ 

it’s how you ended up on the docks, walking next to rafe cameron with a large white suitcase following behind you. rafe told you that you didn’t need much clothes, despite the winter weather only being mild, you could still get away with light clothing. but you didn’t want to chance it, you wanted to bring an outfit for every possible opportunity. 

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I was wondering if you could maybe do a JJ x kook reader, where the reader is kinda stuck being with rafe because of family ties and this is the time JJ takes the blame for what pope did to toppers boat, and the reader pays it off anonymously because they have a crush on him?

a/n: HI!!!! This is like a month late I’m so sorry y’all but I have more stuff in the works now that I have more free time. I spun it a little like John B and Sarah have been together for a lil bit, so the timeline is a tad off from the show. It’s kinda all over the place so I’m sorry about that.

Word count: ~1.8k

Warnings: mention of drugs, some swearing, probably typos, nothing else really

Ever since Sarah started dating John B, you’ve been hanging out with the Pogues. Your skepticism, due to being a kook yourself, about hanging with the group quickly fizzled after just one day on the HMS Pogue. And almost everyday you’re with them, that is whenever you can get away from Rafe.

Ah. Rafe Cameron. King of the kooks. And your “boyfriend”, not necessarily by choice. You two had grown up together on Figure Eight and of course as soon as you two had entered the age where it was acceptable to date, both sets of parents threw you together. It was nice, at first. It was new, exciting and you got to spend time with one of your best friends. But as time went on, and as you matured, Rafe seemed to stay in his high school days. Drugs controlled his mood, he was never on time or forgot you had plans and had completely changed from who he used to be.

You tried to break things off but your parents begged you to give it one more chance, they just couldn’t lose their friendship with the Cameron family or tarnish their precious image. So you gave it one more chance, about ten or more times. Your relationship at this point consists of hooking up with no strings attached, going to family dinners and putting on an act.

Your time is mainly spent with the Pogues. Rafe absolutely hated it at first, but he realized he couldn’t stop you and his sister, so he gave up eventually. Your summer days consist of surfing, relaxing on the boat or causing trouble around town. The trouble coming mostly from the shaggy blonde, with the ocean blue eyes that you were absolutely, undeniably, in love with. Rafe gets with his fair share of girls now. It never really bothered you at all since you both had come to a mutual agreement that this so-called relationship was purely physical and just an act to satisfy your parents. So now you spend your days and nights sneaking around with JJ Maybank, only the pogues and Sarah knowing what’s really going on. Rafe knows you’re fucking other people, but he doesn’t know who. If he did, he would lose his shit.

You wake up to your phone ringing next to your bed. Rubbing your eyes, you see the caller ID state that it was Rafe. You sigh rolling your eyes, you just talked to him before you decided to nap due to the exhaustion engulfing you after working a 7 hour shift this morning.

“Is this a booty call?” You ask, flopping back on your bed.

“Y/N! Someone sunk Topper’s boat!” He yells. You sit up immediately, stomach sinking, having an idea of who could have done this.

“Wait what?” You stand up and start pacing around.

“The plug wasn’t put back in. Topper claims he remembered to put it back in, but he was also drinking the last time he was driving it. Probably those fucking pogues though.” He raises his voice. “I don’t understand why you and Sarah hang around them, they’re trash y/n.”

“Rafe…” You state, already getting annoyed. “I love gossip just as much as the next girl, but I was hoping this was either more important information or a booty call. And seeing that it’s not, I am going to go back to bed.”

“Whatever. Come over tonight then?” He asks.

“Yeah yeah, see you then” You huff and lay back down trying to sleep, but your mind won’t stop thinking about the incident. Part of you knew JJ could have done this, and another part of you denied that. You give up on trying to sleep, throw on a bathing suit and one of JJ’s giant tees and head over to the chateau. 

You hop out of the car and walk around to the backyard of the chateau. 

“Now if any kooks come up to you and ask if you had anything to do with it, you walk up to ‘em, look ‘em right in the eye” You hear JJ stop and Pope mumble something. “And deny. Deny. Deny.” he finishes. You stop in your tracks, your suspicions now proving to be true. Your phone goes off and you mentally curse yourself for not putting your phone on do not disturb.

“Y/n?” JJ runs over to you, his face lighting up.

“What were you guys just talking about?” You ask nervously.

“Um uh well. I-” Pope starts but JJ cuts him off.

“Just talking about trying to find the gold. In case any kooks find out, we can’t have them fucking it up for us, ya know?” JJ says. You nod, not believing a single word but too scared to push for any further answers. 

“Well I gotta go back to work, I told my dad I would only be gone an hour or two.” Pope says, heading to the driveway. “Dinner tonight?”

“Yeah. Wait no fuck. I forgot I have a stupid family dinner thing I promised my parents I would go to.” You say, remembering you told Rafe you’d go over tonight. “Can we just come and hang out with you at work?”

“Yeah sure, I don’t care. Kie said she would help out today so she’ll probably be there by the time we get there” He says, and the two of you follow him.

You get to Heyward’s and not even 15 minutes after you arrive, chaos ensues. 

“Hey Pope, someone here to see you” Heyward says, eyeing the boy almost as a warning.

“Evening officer.” He says, swallowing as his hands start to shake.

“I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property.” Shoupe orders, as the other officers step forward and grab him. You start screaming, following Heyward outside, JJ hot on your heels. Kie starts to sob, and everyone else starts to shout, confusion in the air around you. Pope looks as if he can’t breathe. His eyes looking lost. All of a sudden the screaming stops, and you hear one voice call out.

“It wasn’t him! it was me. He tried to talk me out of it. but I was mad because he’d just been beaten up. I was so sick of those assholes from figure eight that I lost my shit.”  JJ turns to Pope. “I can’t let you take the blame for something that I did. You’ve got too much to lose.”

“JJ what are you doing?!” Pope hisses.

“I'm telling the truth. For once in my goddamn life, I’m gonna tell the truth. I took his old man’s boat too.” 

“What the hell?” Heyward says from behind you.

“JJ come on” Pope pleads. 

“Shut up Pope, shut up. He’s a good kid. “This was all me.” That was the last thing they said before they took him away. You didn’t notice you had started crying until you felt your tears roll down your neck. You feel a hand on your shoulder and see Heyward giving you the most sympathetic look. As much as he acts like JJ annoys the fuck out of him, you know that he loves JJ.

You, Pope and Kie stay outside as everyone else retreats to where they were before. You sink to the ground, hands covering your face.

“What do we do?’ You groan, wiping away the rest of your tears from your cheeks.

“I’m not sure we can do anything” Kie says.

“Well,” Pope starts “I mean in a perfect world we could pay off whatever his restitution would be. But Topper’s boat is expensive, like only the Kook-iest of Kooks can affor-”

“Pope, we know okay. That doesn’t help” Kie interrupts. You shoot up, an idea coming to your head. Deciding to keep it to yourself knowing that the two of them would immediately shut it down and call you crazy, you make an excuse to leave so you can execute your plan.

“I have to go guys. Get all socially acceptable and that shit for dinner with my family.” You start walking in the direction of your car. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” You call out. You get into the car, open the glove compartment and grab the checkbook. Luckily, you share your bank account with your very, very elderly grandparents, who are loaded. And never check the account ever. So no one will notice anything missing. Your parents won’t be able to see anything, no one will ever know, and you’ll be able to do it anonymously. You drive to the station and climb out the car, your hands sweaty and stomach nervous.

“I’m here for JJ. Uh Maybank.” You tell the lady at the front.

“Let me grab Shoupe” She gives you a judgemental look as she walks back.

“Y/n, didn’t expect to see you here. Everything okay? Parents good?” Shoupe says as he sips on some coffee.

“Yeah yeah everythings fine. Um I’m here for JJ” You say, fidgeting with your hands.

“Maybank?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I’m here to pay his restitution.”

“That’s $25,000 Y/n…” He puts his coffee down.

“Alright.” You grab a pen from the desk and start to write in the checkbook.

“Woah woah woah. Slow down. What will your parents think when they see 25k missing?”

“They won’t know. It’s not their account.” You finish filling out the check. “I would like to keep this anonymous please.” You hand it to him and walk out the door. You drive to the local market and sit in the parking lot, air conditioning cranked high and your favorite band blasting through the speakers and wait for him to call or text you.

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“Maybank” Shoupe says, unlocking the cell that he was sitting in. “Your restitution has been paid, you’re free to go.”

“By who?” He shoots up, eyes wide.

“Don’t know. Don’t care. Get out of here.” Shoupe commands.

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Your ringtone interrupts the music and you groan as you reach for the phone hoping it’s from the only person you want to talk to right now. *JJ* flashes on the screen, with a photo of him shotgunning a beer. 

“JJ?” You try to sound confused to avoid any suspicion. 

“Y/n! I’m out! Someone paid my restitution. Shoupe wouldn’t tell me who but at this point I don’t care. Can you come get me please? Oh! And bring burgers and fries, jail makes you hungry.”

“JJ you were there for 2 hours, tops.” You laugh.

“Yeah and I’m starving. I’ll be waiting outside the station.” You hang up, pick up some food and head over to the station.

The moment he sees you his eyes light up.

“Hey beautiful.” He hops in the car and grabs your face, kissing you passionately. “I love you. You know that? I fucking love you.” You smile as the words leave his lips.

“I love you too J. Now eat up.” You throw him the bag of food and drive off to the Chateau, texting Rafe that something had come up. You’ll come up with an explanation as to how you got out of your “family dinner” for Pope and Kie. Tonight, you’re putting JJ first.

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sooooo i had a summer fling with a man, like whole ass man who’s a few years older than me. i just moved back to nyc for school and he replied to an instagram story i posted with “be safe :)” and my brain IMMEDIATELY went to “be safe” “i’ll be so safe” and i had to use all my willpower to not respond with that

[obxhoe]

[obxhoe]

the ending has me cheesin’ hard 🥺💖

Snowed In - Part 5

Rafe Cameron

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A/N: this is the last part guys 🥺🥺im super sad it’s over but i’m really proud of myself and wasn’t planning on ending it here, but if i dont end it soon itll go on forever! anyways, i hope you love as much as i do🥰🥰 feedback is welcome as always! Warnings: angst, fluff, maybe a few swears? ————————————————————————————— “Kiara, you’re gonna hate me for saying this, but what if I…like him? Like actually like him?” Rafe may as well just walk into your room and sit down next to you while you spoke to Kiara on the phone. He had no plans on walking away from the door especially after that revelation he just heard. Did you like him? Did he like you? “I know but honestly, Rafe isn’t that bad. He has his moments, that’s all i’m saying.” 

Rafe was surprised to hear you defend him, considering how he had been treating you lately. He never intended on being horrible to you, but he swore something about you just brought that side out in him. He was aware it was also you that brought out his soft side, the side that makes him want to be a better person, the side that makes him want to care for you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Rafe didn’t want to admit it, but he always had a soft spot for you, from the moment he met you. You were the only person to ever make him nervous, the only person to ever ask him what was wrong, the only person to ever make his heart flutter. He appreciated having you around even if no one knew about it. 

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[obxhoe]

sometimes i think back to april when i saw outer banks trending on netflix and went “hA that sounds like the stupidest show in the world who the fuck is named john b im never watching that”

and now i run an outer banks stan account

[obxhoe]

drew starkey being all of us right now 😌

[obxhoe]

this is BEAUTIFUL 

The Eternal Flame | JJ Maybank

Request: Tutoring fic with JJ, great request ty anon!! 

A/N: um this was a wonderful request that I absolutely adored. This fic also deals the reader’s mother getting cancer. If you cannot read about that for whatever reason plz do not. It doesn’t matter if you’re someone I talk to on a daily basis, if we’re good friends, if you always interact with my work, feel free to not read or interact if it is too difficult for you. I seriously understand bc I dont read fics that deal with this but it was cathartic to write. Also JJ is dyslexic in this, and I did some research but also plz let me know if I depicted anything incorrectly or insensitively. 

Warnings: swearing, parent death, cancer

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          The sound of Mr. Kim asking her to stay after class sends her stomach to her toes even though Y/N knows whatever he has to say is positive. He adores her, and everyone tells her they know it by the emptiness of the obligatory “oohs” they let out as the bell rings for the next period.

          She’s not worried. Mr. Kim will give her a pass, and Mrs. Walters will take it from her without looking before continuing her lecture. Y/N runs this school. At least, it’s faculty. She knows it, but this doesn’t stop the tiny tick in her heart rate every time a teacher asks her something like this. She smiles at him and nods, packing her backpack neatly without getting up until everyone has left the room.

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