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Thoughts on dilfs ?

Well I'd like to fuck them obviously

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its always the kook’s fault

summary: an alternate universe where rafe and jj used to be friends before ward cameron finds out and ends their friendship for good.

warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, angst, ward cameron and luke maybank :(

pairings: jj!maybank x kook!rafe (not a ship, just friends!)

word count: 2.1k

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rafe always got what he wanted, whether it is money, drugs, alcohol or sex.

there was only one thing in this world which he couldn't seem to grasp on to no matter how hard he tried - his fathers love, and he would do anything to gain it.

ward, being the influential and powerful man that he is, was the driving force behind the whole kooks vs pogues dilemma.

nobody could recall a time when the drama between figure 8 and the cut did not exist. only two boys on the entire island were aware of the origins of the feud - rafe cameron and jj maybank.

the kook king and the southside pogue.

it might come as a shock to many but they used to be friends, good ones at that. the boys bonded over their similarities - their terrible fathers, absent mothers and addictive tendencies.

their time spent together was kept a secret as a condition agreed upon by both of them. rafe was seen as a brother figure by the younger blonde, who grew up without much guidance from his own father.

many would argue that jj was far more mature than rafe but somehow jj failed to recognise this while they were “friends”.

rafe wasn't so much of an asshole when the boys were friends. jj was laid back and this rubbed off on the older boy. he grew relaxed and did not thrive on constantly grabbing someone's attention at all times.

this did not make his father, ward happy at all.

ward was unaware of the relationship the boys had formed over the summer but he grew suspicious when rafe left every single day with a slight skip in his step.

who is he so excited to see? ward had to find out.

rafe who was only 17, had just gotten his driver’s license and surprisingly, his father let him drive one of their many cars. it was black with heavily tinted windows - everyone knew this was one of the cameron’s but the tinted windows helped hide rafe’s newfound friend from the public.

as ward followed behind rafe in his car, his face pulled into a frown when he recognised the familiar route his son was taking - the cut?

he felt the urge to pull his son over then and there but stopped himself as he wanted to see who or what he was coming to see all the way on this side of the island.

disgust filled ward’s mind as he looked around the streets he grew up on. he prided himself on making it out of here and living on figure 8.

rafe had heard the words many times from his father.

“you’re lucky to be born rich, rafe”

“if you die poor, well that's on you son”

ward only wanted rafe to be as strong as he was, if not more. his intentions may have seemed good in his own mind but his action were far from good.

as rafe pulled over in front of the broken-down house, ward paused and parked his car too. he kept his distance not wanting his son to be known of his presence just yet.

eventually, he thought, as he gripped the steering wheel.

the older man’s vision went red when he saw jj step out of the chateau, pulling rafe in for a hug by his shoulder. as the younger boy did so, he was blocked from ward's line of sight due to his son's broad shoulders and height.

he would deal with rafe once he was home.

jj and rafe hung out at the chateau for a few hours, smoking a bong before rafe decided he should head home. it was only 5 pm but ward had set some sort of curfew which for some reason, only applied to rafe and not sarah, who was younger than him. 

never the less, the cameron boy listened to his father's orders not wanting to cause any more disappointment than he already had.

as rafe walked into the large mansion he called home, he passed by his father's office before looking inside and seeing his father sitting in the dark like a mad man.

“dad?” he called out, why is he sitting in the dark?

rafe flicked on the light to be met with his father's dark eyes, anger seeping out of him. rafe’s eyes travelled down to his fathers bruised and red knuckles and watched as his father gripped his hands into fists before motioning for his son to take a seat.

reluctantly, rafe walked over and sat next to his father.

“what happ-”

“shut up, rafe” his father's voice was strong and intimidating, booming through the small office.

“what were you doing on the cut” by his father's tone, it sounded like he already knew the answer.

“i wasn't on the cut, dad” his voice came out barely above a whisper.

“don't you lie to me rafe, i swear” ward cut himself off, standing up and facing away from the boy who was looking at him with widened eyes, fearful of what would happen if he told his father the truth.

although there was no feud yet surrounding pogues and kooks, ward made it clear he was not fond of the “lower life scum” as he called them.

to him, they were only good at doing jobs for him which was why he hired them to work on his boats. no pogues ever acted up in front of ward as he called the shots on the island. he could make or break you - literally.

“do you want to be a pogue?” his father was now one again facing rafe as he started him down, towering above him with eyebrows frowned as he shouted as his son.

rafe simply shook his head and fixed his eyes on his shoes not trusting his voice and knowing he was bound to cry once he looked at his angry father.

“you look at me when I'm talking to you” ward roughly grabbed his son’s jaw with his thumb and pointer finger bringing rafe’s teary eyes in line with his.

“you want to be friends with that boy? huh?” ward practically spat the words out of his mouth not even bothering to use his name knowing it would only make him madder.

“no one knows, he's not a bad person, dad” rafe surprised himself with the words coming out his mouth. he was quick to defend the pogue and this infuriated ward. 

rafe would never defend his family this way.

the anger coursing through him was enough for ward to justify his next actions.

he let the words sink in for a few seconds before turning around to walk away. rafe assumed he had convinced his dad enough and got up to leave.

suddenly rafe felt himself fall back against the soft couch and a harsh burning sensation on his right cheek.

“don't ever talk to a pogue again”

rafe’s eyes didn't move from the floor as he tried to come to terms with what was happening. it was all going too fast for the boy.

“do i make myself clear, rafe?” his father asked, pressing for an answer

“yes, sir” voice timid and breathy as he tried to hold back tears as a result of his father's actions.

“good, now get out, I'm tired of looking at you”

after rafe had left, jj went back home only to be met with a strange car outside his place. it was a clean car that screamed figure 8.

before jj had the chance to turn around and leave, he was met with ward and his father calling out to him.

“get in here, boy” jj wasn't scared of his father, nor of ward cameron but just like rafe he tried to receive some validation from his father and so he followed his orders.

the thought as to why ward cameron was in his house didn't even cross the boys mind until it was too late.

luke was a bad father, if not an awful one. ward had shown up and said he needed more kids working on his boats. before ward even mentioned the pay or conditions luke was already agreeing his son would do it. 

he thought he could steal some of his money for drugs.

“you're going to be working for him” lukes tone was blunt, smirking slightly as he informed his son of the job description.

“what do you say?” ward finally interjected, eager to get jj away from his father, alone where he would be weak.

luke didn't leave his son much of a chance but jj was excited to have his first job regardless of what or where it was.

“well let me show you around today, you can start tomorrow” ward said as he ushered jj towards his car.

jj looked back at his father for confirmation. luke simply raises his hand, which was occupied with a beer bottle and motioned to get in the car.

the drive was silent, no words exchanged by the two. ward didn't crack up or even offer a smile when jj made a joke, which raised suspicions in the young boy's mind.

he watched as ward keep his eyes trained on the road, fingers tightly gripping the steering while making his knuckles turn white.

jj reached for the handle of the door, only for it to be locked. shit.

the car suddenly jerked forward as it came to a harsh stop.

before he could do anything to defend himself, jj felt ward's fist meet his body and face in an endless amount of punches. blood scattered over the window as the blonde boy was punched right in the cheek.

it was no use how hard he tried to fight back, the older man being too strong to overcome. he could only take the punches being thrown at him until ward finally stopped, out of breath.

“stay away from my son” he spat, before opening jj’s side of the car and watching as his body dropped to the ground without remorse.

that night, jj didn't return home. he spent a few days at the chateau instead. when he did come home, his father was quick to question why he wasn't at work, as if he was supposed to be there 24/7. 

luke beat his son worse than ward had when jj uttered out that he “got fired”.

years went by, approximately 2 and the cameron boy was now 19 years old. he had changed in many ways and so had jj. rafe trusted his father with his whole life, even though he shouldn't whereas jj has never let his guard down since.

both boys went their separate ways after each incident and never spoke again unless it was to poke jabs at each other. 

jj learned to bite back when rafe beat him down with his words despite not wanting to engage in rafe’s childish behaviour. rafe used personal things against his former friend which only drove jj into a fit of hatred and detest.

rafe channelled all the frustration and anger he felt towards his father's actions into fights and abusing drugs and alcohol. he already had addictive tendencies but they only grew stronger once jj was declared an enemy of his. 

just as jj suspected, rafe got new friends, who were all kooks - bet his father loved them.

jj always had the other pogues but his friendship with rafe was different, they could relate to each other in ways he couldn't without the others.

the old rafe cameron was long gone and he targeted the pogues at any chance he got nowadays. jj being one of his main targets.

if it were up to rafe, they'd still be friends, but now with the rivalry in place, there's no way. topper and kelce already had a skewed view of the pogues, which aided rafe in pretending to despise the lower class, particularly jj.

jj often recognised that look in rafe eyes when he would be excessively violent. he knew that look from his own eyes - the one he got when his father hit him. 

jj let rafe take his anger out on him but always ended up fighting back, not because he wanted to but because whenever he saw rafe, he saw ward and that was enough to drive the blonde pogue to a fit of rage.

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coping mechanism mini series

pairings: kook!rafe x pogue!reader

part one

summary: anytime you or rafe has a minor inconvenience in your lives, the only rational thing you both can do is, fuck it out. that was his and your coping mechanism - numb the pain with each other. your relationship only fuck buddies even though you both want more.

part two

summary: rafe’s tries his hardest to stop thinking about you in may different but nothing seems to work. after showing up at your place drunk it seems like someone else may have beat him over.

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coping mechanism (part two)

summary: rafe’s tries his hardest to stop thinking about you in may different but nothing seems to work. after showing up at your place drunk it seems like someone else may have beat him over...

warnings: swearning, mentions of alcohol and drugs, mentions of sex.

words: 1.1k

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rafe hated the effect you had on him. you were all he could think about no matter how hard to tried to forget. no amount of alcohol or lines of coke could drown you out.

his attempts in forgetting were far stretched - from partying all night, to sleeping around and even trying to find girls who looked just like you.

that was a big mistake, however, as it only made him think how much better you would look doing the things they did. how much he wanted it to be you and not some blonde tramp who threw herself at him.

one particular girl whom rafe settled for was slightly better than the rest. she wasn't you by any means but she looked close enough. she also wasn't a whore - which definitely helped with rafe's reputation.

this lasted for only a short period of time however as she saw the glances rafe passed to you, how his eyes lingered on you longer than they should have - how he never looked at her that way.

it was done before it even started.

the next option was to go in the opposite direction - a girl completely different. he figured this would help forget you since she had nothing in common with you and he found just the girl - well until he fucked up, yet again.

she was tall, almost the same height as him whereas you were short, only coming up to his chest. your hair was long and shiny with a slightly red tint to it while hers was brown and short, cutting off at her shoulders.

she put out more than rafe expected and was more confident than him in many ways. she wasn't shy, unlike you and always made the first move.

but once again, rafe found his mind falling back to old habits and thinking of you.

he was dammed no matter what he did - get with a girl just like you, yet she wasn't good enough, get with a girl nothing like you and he just compares the two.

Rafe never looked at any of the girls he fucked. he didn't need to - he had enough to imagine, with his eyes closed all he saw was you and the thought alone got him off fast than any girl could ever. besides you of course.

it was one of those nights again, the ones where he really couldn't stop thinking about you. he had seen you out and you looked too damn good for his liking.

he left asap not wanting to see the lustful gazes he was sure you'd get from other boys.

as rafe made his way over to the short-haired girls home, he was growing harder the more he thought about you. the anger in his veins pumping and only making him drive faster.

the next few minutes are all a blur to the boy but he knows he made a big mistake from what comes out of her mouth.

“what did you just say?” she puffs, half out of breath from their current activity and half out of shock from what rafe just said to her.

he watches as she pulls his member out of her and turns to face him

“huh?” he grumbles reaching out for her waist to turn her back around and continue fucking her from behind

“who’s name did you just fucking call me?” she angry questions obviously not in the mood to fuck anymore

“i didn't say shit, you must be hearing thi-”

she cut him off knowing exactly whose name he had just called her during sex

“cherry?” she shouts, her brows frowning as she puts the pieces together

his nickname for you is almost enough to make him hard again

“that's a fucken fruit” he attempts to brush her off but his heart is racing knowing he's just been caught out

“no no no, I mean cherry as in the redhead bitch you're always looking at”

“don't,” he says a little too aggressively before calming down “don't call her a bitch”

“oh my god, you gotta be fucking joking” she mumbles under her breath

shit rafe, how are you going to talk your way out of this one?

“get out” she speaks before he even has the chance to open his mouth

without thinking twice, Rafe gets dressed and storms out the door “bitch”.

once again, rafe turned to the only thing he knows - drugs and alcohol. he spent the rest of his night snorting 3 lines of coke before drinking almost half a bottle of whiskey.

he felt like shit but it helped drown you out, even if it was only for a minute.

in his drunken state rafe didn't know what to do. he wanted to see you, hear your voice, touch your skin. he craved you as he did with no one else.

driving was not the best idea considering the fact he was intoxicated and high but that didn't stop the brunette boy from finding himself at your place in the middle of the night.

he knew you were probably asleep. he knew he shouldn't have come over. what was he expected? you to run into his arms? shame - that would never happen.

“fuck it” he thought, he's already here now. what's the harm in trying?

so he knocked on your door, who knows how many times. 5? 10? 20? he lost count as he called out your name drunkenly slurring his words and barely recognising the sound of his voice.

the lights went on in your room and he could tell he’d woken you up but he keep calling out for you, now singing your name as if that would make you come down any faster.

when the door flew open and his eyes met yours, rafe was lost on what to say.

“rafe? what are you doing here?” you yawned, slightly worried as you took in his appearance.

he was clearly drunk, arm resting above your head against the door frame as he looked down at you, his eyes barely open.

after he didn't answer for a few seconds you repeated yourself again, a little louder this time

“rafe”

rafe couldn't take his eyes off you and your voice was like music to his ears. he drank in the sight of you, standing before him, tried but gorgeous as ever in tiny black shorts that probably barely covered your ass and a loose purple top - surprisingly his favourite colour - that showed your hard nipples through the thin fabric.

“are you ok” he felt your hand on his bicep, squeezing slight as he flexed his muscles to try and get your attention.

but then he heard a noise from upstairs. his head moved straight in the direction of your bedroom, eyes now fully open almost as if he sobered up at the sound.

he knew your parents were still on the mainland and wouldn't be back for another week, so who the fuck was up there?

surely it wasn't...a guy?

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deceptive series

pairings: rafe x pogue!reader x pogues (including cleo)

stranded

summary: when the pogues are on new land, they seem to be alone until a certain someone shows up and surprises them with a little bang. *powpow*

forming friends

summary: in a turn of events, mia and the pogues seem to be warming up to each other. the truth about why the pogues are on the island is revealed and a plan is concocted in jj’s brain.

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forming friends

part two of the “deceptive” series

summary: in a turn of events, mia and the pogues seem to be warming up to each other. the truth about why the pogues are on the island is revealed and a plan is concocted in jj’s brain.

pairings: the pogues (includes cleo) x pogue!reader (from another island)

warnings: swearing, fluff

words: 1.1k

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“so you don't have a phone?”

“have you had alcohol?”

“WHAT ABOUT SEX?” shouts jj from the porch, peeking his head inside the house to gauge mia’s reaction

the answer to all the questions being thrown at her was no. mia didn't have a phone, nor had she tried alcohol or had sex - all 3 were heavily forbidden by her father.

“wait...you do know what sex is, right?”

“well, i-”

“oh my god” jj exaggerates, placing his hand on his heart.

“mia, you’ve got a lot to learn” adds the blond boy, now inside the house with the rest of the pogues “so the guy puts his di-”

“i know what it is you, you creep” mia buts in, shutting up jj before he makes her grow any more redder than she already is.

for the 2 past days, all the attention has been on her, which isn't something she is used to. her father is never around to pay her any mind and all of a sudden she meets a group of people who seem to like her for some reason.

she thought they might have been nice to her only because they needed food and a place to stay but they offered some things in return too.

the pogues have been sleeping on her floor, couch and even hammock since then the eventful night they recently had.

cleo has been trying to help mia flip her knife, but she failed miserably.

“stick to the gun” was all cleo had to say.

it took her and kie a while to warm up to the new girl but they felt a little sorry for her. being all alone on an island with no human interaction. cleo could relate to her after all.

jj and mia hit it off right away, and pope being jj’s wingman followed once again.

“you looked pretty hot holding that gun at us”

“what the hell jj, she was going to shoot us!” pope was confused, to say the least. sure, mia was cute but anyone holding a gun was a threat.

mia couldn't help but snicker, these guys were fun, and she found it hard to imagine she spent 4 years here all alone.

john b and sarah were like parents to mia. she learned she was younger than the rest of the group - only just turning 17, a few weeks ago.

turning the attention to the pogues mia asks a question that has been stuck on her mind since the pogues showed up “how did you guys actually end up here?”

“what do you mean” pope quickly defends

“well jj was going to say something about this guy....but then you cut him off and your boat isn't wrecked, you could leave at any time”

jj being the blabbermouth he his, explained everything to the girl. her eyes growing wider with each detail he let slip out of his mouth.

“so you're on the run?” she attempts to put the pieces together but finds it hard to believe what they're telling her

“this sounds like a movie”

“on my life, its all true...scout’s honour” jj salutes

“you were never a boy scout jj”

“dammit pope, not. the. time”

“this is crazy” mumbles mia, she finally meets some nice people, and they're involved in some bad drama.

“i know its hard to believe but we’re telling the truth” says john b, stress apparent on his face

“ok” replies mia, still processing all the information just thrown at her.

sitting with pope and mia, jj has been distracted from what the two have been talking about for the past half an hour.

“jj” calls pope, snapping his finger in front of his friend's face

“huh?” jj turns to face the girl and boy on his left side, face full of confusion

“did you hear anything we just said..?” giggles mia

“oh, aha yeah totally” he tries to play it cool, but pope knows his best friend too well

“spit it out j”

“ok, so i kinda have a plan...i mean it's a little crazy but” he pauses knowing pope will be the first to turn him down

he continues anyway, having faith in his plan “what if mia helps us with rafe..?”

“helps? how?” mia is intrigued but also scared. from what she's heard about the boy isn’t good news - he sounds like a nightmare to put it nicely.

“he doesn't you're friends with us, so he wouldn't suspect if you...i don't know...maybe seduced him a little...” jj trials, off turning his face the other directions and letting his voice grow softer

pope suddenly realises something, the whole reason they're here in the first place - the gold and the cross.

maybe they couldn't get it back on their own, but with their new friends help it could be a lot easier...

“you could help us get the cross back”

"oh my god, you guys are insane...this is a stupid idea" mia couldn't believe what she was hearing. they want her to seduce the maniac? she wasn't sure if she could even flirt anymore.

“stupid things have good outcomes all the timeee”

"sarah's not going to like this" pope says addressing jj

"look we'll worry about the rest of the gang later...you game, mia?

"i don't know..."

"come on, well help you!" jj seems so sure of his plan it was definitely helping convince mia

"pope is the brain and will plan everything and i'll...i'll push you" he didn't seem too sure about his role anymore

"jj's right, they're probably at the bahamas right now, getting the gold and hiding the cross”

"see! even pope agrees with me"

"i guess...but-" mia reluctantly agrees

"oh you're the best" shouts jj, pulling mia in for a hug

mia feels her body go stiff. she hasn't been hugged in so long - not even by her father.

pope makes eye contact with jj, raising both his brows. the blond boy raises one brow and winks at pope when mia loosens up and hugs jj back.

pope rolls his eyes at the interaction, of course, jj's already trying to get with the first girl we met.

jj pulls back from the hug, letting his fingers brush over mia's hand as he placed his own in the sand before speaking

"now we just gotta convince the rest of the group..."

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stranded

part one of the “deceptive” series

this picks up where season 2 left off at. the pogues are stuck on the island while rafe, rose, ward and wheezie are on their way to the bahama house in nassu.

summary: when the pogues are on new land, they seem to be alone until a certain someone shows up and surprises them with a little bang.

warnings: swearing, mentions of a gun

pairings: pogues (includes cleo) x pogue!reader (from another island)

words: 1.2k

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when the pogues first arrived on the small island, they assumed that they were alone.

they spend their first night eating the fish they were able to catch by some newfound luck.

pope, being the brains of the friend group had started a fire that would help during the cold night that was rolling around as the run went down.

it also helped them cook their meal for the night, which was not the best food but no one complained as it was all they had to eat - well expect for jj.

“there gotta be some coconuts or something ‘round here man” he whispered to pope while they walked along the beach, trying to get away from the rest of the group.

these two were like brothers, two peas in a pod.

pope was the brains and jj was the was one up for anything. they might seem like an odd duo but the dynamic was perfect.

“maybe we should just wait until morning before we go looking” suggested pope. truthfully he was scared of the dark and the more the sunset, the more afraid he got. he didn't want to be exploring somewhere new in the pitch black.

“I'm hungry dude” jj replies back grumpily obviously not happy despite eating the most out of the group.

“jj, you had 5 fish!” exclaimed pope, he only had 2 and was shocked as he watched jj keep going in for more.

“yeah ok and?... fish are good for eyesight or something...arent they brainiac?”

pope knew jj would keep pushing so he followed along with the boy in front of him, regardless of his own thoughts which told him this was an awful idea.

as the two boys walked off into the trees, the rest of the pogues were setting up for bed.

as pope and jj explore the newfound land, they wandered deeper and deeper into the trees, unknowingly trespassing on someone else’s property.

“is that a light” jj pauses before walking closer to the white gleam.

“get down idiot!” pope pushes jj into the sand by his shoulders.

“this is technically private property so they have the right to sh-”

“hey!...anyone there?” suddenly yells jj

“shut up jj!”

jj pushes pope off him not wanting to miss out on the opportunity of an adventure, he didn't have anything to lose and wasn't already too curious to back out now.

the closer he got to the light, he realized that it was a porch light to a house.

“oh, shit” he mummers “pope, get over here!” eyes fixed forward

still scared and not wanting to be shot pope follows jj’s lead to see what's got his interest this time round.

“that's someone’s house we need to leav-”

“shut up, pope” seems like jj was not listening to anything pope was saying tonight.

both the boys freeze up when they see a figure step out on the porch.

they were unable to see what the person looked like besides a silhouette.

popes gazes over the figure and lands on whats in their hands, his eyes widening once he understands what he's looking at “jj i think they've got a gu-”

suddenly a loud gunshot lets out, leaving both boys turning towards each other before sprinting back to the group.

when the other pogues are within sight again, the boys start screaming “guys...guys..we've gotta leave”

“what was the sound?” questions john b

“dude, there’s some crazy person here with a freaking gun” breathly replies pope.

“g-gun?” kie stutters out

“yes, kie, come on let's go!” exclaims jj

before any of them have the chance to get on their boat to leave, the sound of rustling through the trees has them frozen in place.

“whos there?” shouts a voice, still hidden in the trees

“look..we were just leaving, we don't mean any trouble” shouts back john b

the figure steps out of the shadows, and a young girl about the same age as the rest of the group is revealed.

“we ain't scared of you” cleo speaks holding out her knife straight at the unnamed person.

“no cleo don't” sarah attempts to stop her from doing anything that might end badly.

cleos normal life would probably consist of her fighting the armed person but this was a completely different situation

“look i don't want to shoot” speaks the girl, her voice much softer than the rest of the group anticipated.

“how’d you find this place?” she questions since no one besides her and her father have been here in over 4 years.

“well it's kinda a long story, there's this guy r-”

pope cuts jj off knowing he will go on about all of their drama.

“we're happy to explain if you just put the gun down...”

slowly the girl lowers her weapon, still gripping it by her side in case she “needs to pop someone off” as her father would say.

john b approaches the girl with caution, taking slow steps not wanting to alarm her or make any unexpected moves.

“we just got lost out here...ok?” there was uncertainty behind john b’s voice which everyone else besides the girl sensed due to her lack of human interaction in many years.

her eyes narrow at john b before she speaks

“I'm mia” her breathing is jagged from the fact that there were 6 strangers on her island.

“hi, mia..my names sarah, this is cleo...and that's kiara” adds sarah

the other two girls give mia an unfazed gaze, while kie crosses her arms over her chest showing she was not intimidated by the weapon in mia’s hands.

cleo stayed silent staring mia down with her dagger still in her stands as she spun it around her fingers.

“I'm jj” inserts the blonde boy, walking up to the girl without hesitation. ignoring the fact she has a killing machine in her hands.

“nice house by the way” he adds pointing towards the trees where her dwelling was located.

“wait...you have a house out here?” speaks kie finally

“um yeah, i live here actua-”

“no freaking way! you? all alone out here?” says jj as if she was living the dream.

“well most of the time, my dad only shows up once in a month to drop off groceries and other things, he works a lot...” she trails off

“wait so...why do you live on a...deserted island? asks pope before realizing he has yet to introduce himself

“I'm pope by the way” raising his arm slightly waving

“I've lived here for a while now, my dad says its better like this” she scoffs

“whatever that means” she mumbles under her breath.

looking at the teenagers before her, mia remembers not being a part of any group close to what they have.

she feels tears well in her eyes but then remembers her father's words -

“never let people see your weakness, or they'll use it against you”

although she doesn't want to show her weakness in front of the group of strangers, mia feels herself throwing her only means of protection on the ground.

this could be her chance to make some friends and a gun isn't the best first impression

so she asks what none of the pogues were expecting

“wanna see my place?”

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my god, i have so many ideas...

should i make this a series lol?

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coping mechanism (part one)

summary: anytime you or rafe has a minor inconvenience in your lives, the only rational thing you both can do is to fuck it out. that was his and your coping mechanism. numb the pain with each other. your relationship only fuck buddies even though you both want more.

warnings: angst, swearing, slightly mean rafe, mentions of drugs and other substances, slight fluff, mentions of semi sexual stuff, sad rafe

pairings: pogue reader x rafe

words: 1.4k

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rafe imagined your feelings towards him ended and began with lust.

although it was just hooking up, he couldn't help but let you consume his thoughts.

you were his muse and the time spent together made his bad thoughts dim down. when he wasn't around you, he found himself needing a release in other ways.

the usual amount of drugs he did was doubled.

the alcohol he drank got stronger each day.

and the fights only grew more violent and even more unnecessary. he would find any reason to beat up some poor guy who probably didn't deserve in the first place, all because of you.

thats what he blamed it on.

you.

he wanted to hate you with all his might but it was too hard. you were so easy to like.

another day and another party rolls around on figure 8.

like always rafe finds himself drowning his sorrows and emotions with drugs.

most times when he's high out of his mind, he's loud, obnoxious even, but this time round he was silent.

sitting in the corner of the room he was fixated on a girl dancing a few feet away from him.

call it the drugs taking its effect or his wild imagination but he couldn't help picture her as you. before he could stop himself, rafe reached for his phone dialing your number silently hoping you'd be up at this time and pick up.

much to his luck you told him to come over since your parents were out of town, leaving you with the house all to yourself.

truthfully you'd been thinking about him too. not exactly in the same way as he was but never the less you needed him and he called just at the perfect time.

on the way to your house, rafe replayed your most recent rendezvous over in his head.

you riding him in the backseat of his car right outside the golf course.

apparently, your skirt was "too short for golf" but perfect to be pushed up and have him fuck you then and there.

you weren't complaining though. just like most girls who just wanted rafe to fuck them you needed an excuse to see him and golf was what seemed to work.

thats all you assumed you were to him. another notch in his belt. something to pass his time when he gets bored of the other 50 girls he had on backorder.

pulling up to yours, rafe could see your bedroom light on and wasted no time rushing to the front door not even bothering to knock before bursting in - he figured you weren't expecting anyone else.

you had heard the engine of his car and knew he was coming up to your room from the footsteps getting louder and louder by the second.

when he pushed your door open, you were waiting for him on the bed, legs crossed while you leaned back on your two arms.

rafe stood at your door for a moment, letting his breathing get more jagged as he drank in the sight of you waiting for him. his eyes ran over your body and lingered on your face for a little longer than he intended before you spoke.

"what are you waiting for?" you questioned, confidence laced in your voice.

"I'm all yours cameron" that's what it took for rafe to grab your hips and pull your body against his, finally placing his lips on yours in a heated kiss.

you felt bad that you were basically sleeping with the enemy.

but you didn't that bad. at least not bad enough to stop.

rafe had hurt your friends, more times than you could count.

from pope to jj and even kiarra. they all warned you to stay away from him.

you knew they were speaking from experience but you wanted to see what the fuss was about.

I mean how can you really learn unless you don't experience it for yourself.

despite the common knowledge that rafe was not a good guy, you still continued the secret hook-ups behind everyone's back.

his personality was shit but what he lacked in that department, he definitely made up for in looks - and in bed.

rafe wasn't so good with words but he could talk his way out of any situation with you. so no matter how many times he beat up your friends or how many drugs he took, you were always there when he needed a release and vice-versa.

you watched as rafe slipped into his shorts again once you guys were done.

you pondered on whether you should say it but you found the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

"you can stay the night if you want" you mummer

rafe always tried to leave as soon as you guys were done having sex. he never wanted to seem too clingy or worse - have you realise his attachment to you.

usually, you wouldn't care.

I mean that's all he was there for anyways but this time you found yourself wanting him to stay.

you knew he was either high or drunk and you convinced yourself that's all it was.

you just didn't want him to drive home and potentially crash his car. he stares at you trying to decipher what you just said, wondering if he heard you right.

you could see the cogs turning in his head and he scratched his jaw standing before you, still shirtless and in his shorts.

"why would i..." he paused.

rafe seemed puzzled as if he was trying to decipher your statement as if it were in morse code.

"why would I do that?"

"well..." you started trailing off wondering if he assumed you had caught feelings. fuck.

"i just don't think you should drive while your drunk" the words sounded rushed as you dug your fingernails into the palms of your hands.

"now you care?" he scoffed "didn't seem concerned when I drove here to fuck you"

this shut you up real quick. what could you possibly say to that?

although rafe was trying to make a joke, the words came out harsh and cold.

he was right. you didn't think about the fact he had driven to yours drunk. you were too with thoughts of what would happen once he got here.

and now that he's here you've fucked up your chances of forming any sort of relationship outside of the fuck buddy system you both have going on.

sure this is easier for both of you - you'd be able to hook up without having to tell your friends or his, plus you get good sex.

although there were many pros in a situation like this you couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt in your chest as you watched rafe slip into his shirt and walk out your bedroom door.

this is exactly what rafe wanted. finally getting a little closer to you - something beyond just fucking but he knew you were too good for him and didn't want to corrupt you into his ways.

he decided to go home and continue binge drinking like before he went over to yours.

after a while, the drugs and alcohol stopped working. rafe could no longer block you out of his mind. with each shot he takes, he hopes to forget you even more but it works to no avail.

it'd be so much easier if you were on the same page as him but rafe would never tell you how he feels.

he couldn't bear the thought of rejection.

and you couldn't stand the fact you would lose rafe if you spilled your feelings. so once again, like clockwork rafe shows up at your place the next night.

his main problem right now was you and the only way he could solve that problem was by being with you in whatever way possible.

he intended to leave his mark on you, make sure you didn't forget him and he fucked with the intention of having himself imprinted on your mind like you were on his.

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