#kelce obx

[rafesaddiction]

The tight end (or: Football Lessons) – Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You need to study for your exams and Rafe wants to watch the football game with his friends. Studying is boring and you need a little help from the boys. Rafe is not pleased.

Warnings: mdni! – heavy smut, spanking, rough sex, p in v, semi-public sex (they can hear you), fingering (they sure can see that), possessiveness, kinda size kink cause rafe is big, bratty!reader, grumpy!rafe, dom!rafe, mean!rafe, amused!barry, curious!kelce, i-can't-with-this!topper

Word count: 1.5k

Tagging @dream-pink , @dope-trope-105 since this is most definitely Rafe Cameron smut. Enjoy!

a/n This is none of the stuff I said I was working on, just something short to indulge myself. Something light and fun. It kinda takes place in the same “universe” as Hole Practice, but it's not part 2. Comments, reblogs and likes are more than welcome. They keep me from going insane. Go Panthers!

“Gonna get myself another beer,” Rafe groaned as he lifted himself of the la-z-boy.

“Might need something stronger to suffer through this shit show.”

He looked at Barry who had made the comment and was pointing at the tv screen with his beer bottle.

On the screen the Panthers were literally fucked up the ass. And they deserved it as they delivered their worst performance ever. This game really sucked. Rafe hadn't bet any money, but he took it kinda personal when his favorite team performed this shitty. It totally ruined his mood. To be fair, it didn’t take much to ruin Rafe's mood, but this was like in the top 20 of mood-ruining events. And this was supposed to be a nice relaxing evening, watching the game with his friends. Yeah, Barry was now officially one of his friends and none of Rafe's kook friends ever doubted his status – if they had, that would totally have ruined Rafe's mood.

“While you're at it, pretty boy, fetch me another one too,” Barry shook his half-empty bottle and grinned at Rafe, who had stopped on his way to leave the living room.

“Anything else I can do for you?” Rafe said in a sarcastic tone, frowning.

“You have some of these tiny snack bites? Diced cheese with a toothpick?”

Rafe shot Barry a deathly glare, who just chuckled.

“Uhm, I'd like another beer, please,” Topper's voice came from the left and Rafe's head spun around, making the blond shrink into the couch and mumble some sort of apology. Next to him, Kelce snickered.

Frowning, clenching his jaws, Rafe went to the kitchen – without killing one of his friends, yet.

Still frowning, Rafe rummaged through the fridge to get four bottles of beer. There were actually some cheese bits, which he left there, but he took a bag of chips out of the pantry, and returned to the living room.

And stopped in the doorway, almost dropping the beer at the sight of you sitting on the armrest of Barry's la-z-boy. You had your back to Rafe and were obviously engaged in some very intense conversation with Barry. You had drawn up your legs and were kinda kneeling sideways on the armrest. You wore one of Rafe's t-shirts, too big for you, but barely covering your ass. Your legs were naked – apart from the cat paw socks you wore.

“What are you doing here?”

You were not supposed to be here. You were supposed to be upstairs, studying for your upcoming exam. You were definitely not supposed to be cuddling up to Barry.

Rafe was fuming as you craned your head back to him and gazed at him with innocent eyes.

When you saw him, a sweet smile appeared on your face.

“Hi, Rafey.” Rafe flinched at the hideous nickname, but you continued speaking. “I was looking for you. I needed some help with opening a water bottle and Barry was so nice to help me.”

Barry sat up, looking at Rafe, winking at him and showing said water bottle.

“Always a pleasure to help a damsel in distress,” he said, his gold tooth showing as he grinned at Rafe whose face had turned red by now, his features tensed up, his nostrils flaring.

“And now he’s telling me all about the tight end.”

You smiled.

Barry grinned.

Kelce snickered.

Topper choked.

Rafe growled.

“Upstairs. Now.”

“But –” you turned towards Rafe, your feet dangling from the armrest, you looked up at him, pouting.

“Now!” Rafe barked and you flinched.

Having put the bottles and chips on the coffee table, Rafe walked up to you, grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder and carried you with him, despite your squealing protests.

Rafe sat you down on the kitchen island. You looked at him, with big eyes and sulky lips. His hands rested on either side of you.

“The fuck were you doing? I specifically told you not to come downstairs!”

He glared at you through narrowed eyes, tilting his head to the side.

You lowered your gaze, your fingers playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing.

“I was bored,” you admitted in a soft voice. Then you looked up, just with your eyes, meeting his.

“Please don't be mad at me,” you nibbled on your bottom lip, effectively directing his gaze. Then your lips parted, you breathed out and he saw the corners of your mouth twitch. “Rafey…”

He let out an angry growl, grabbed you, flipped you around and you squealed as your chest was pressed down on the hard surface of the kitchen island. Rafe shoved up your t-shirt and his hand hit your butt, only covered by your pink lace panties.

“Don't. Ever. Call. Me. That. Again!” Rafe growled between gritted teeth and each word was accompanied by a slap on your ass.

You cried out, then tried to muffle your cries and whimpers by covering your mouth with both your hands, as Rafe gave your ass a very thorough spanking. He didn't care that your whining and crying could surely be heard in the living room as he hadn't bothered to close any of the doors.

One hand holding you down as you tried to wriggle your way out, while his other hand mercilessly slapped your ass and thighs, leaving marks in the form of his hand print.

His palm started burning and your skin must have felt as if in flames by now.

He was panting heavily behind you, his eyes on your ass as he pulled down your panties. He noticed the soaking wet stain and his hard cock twitched inside his pants.

You were a whimpering mess, your body trembling and only focused on the burning sensation his hand had caused, or you would have noticed what he was up to and you would surely have complained that you were still too sore from when Rafe had fucked you under the shower this morning.

You cried out as he pushed his hard cock into your tight pussy. He growled as he felt your walls clamping around him. He gave your already sore ass another slap, then started thrusting into you in a relentless rhythm, deep and hard, punishing you by using your body to satisfy his own needs. Your cries turned into whimpering sounds as he gave you what your body so desperately craved for.

Whatever you tried to say came out as a whining noise. His name was the only intelligible word you were able to utter.

“Rafe,” you cried.

“Rafe,” you moaned.

“Rafe,” you begged.

He grabbed the back of your neck, pulled you up, made you turn your head and his lips met yours in a fervent kiss, devouring and bruising. He felt you clench so hard around him and moaning into his mouth as you came around him. Pushing your trembling chest flush against the surface, he fucked you through that orgasm, savoring your heated body's uncontrolled convulsing, your shameless moaning and enjoying knowing that he did this to you, that he was the only one who made you feel this way.

Rafe came with a groan, his cock buried up to the hilt inside your soaking pussy, filling you with his hot cum. He felt how you tensed up at the sensation and your walls clenched, milking him.

When he pulled out, you whimpered.

“Shhh…” He caressed your back as he cleaned you with a kitchen towel and put your panties back on.

Rafe cradled you into his arms and carried you back to the living room.

Barry chuckled, but didn't say a word as Rafe shot him a menacing glance.

Rafe reclined in his chair and you cuddled up to him, burying your face at his heaving chest. You were still trembling, your legs drawn up to your own chest and you were clinging to Rafe, when he caressed your back with one hand, the other hand holding a beer bottle as he focused on the screen again where the Panthers had somehow managed to turn the game around.

Rafe's hand trailed along your thigh and you flinched. You pressed your mouth against his chest and he heard you whimper as his fingers brushed over the sore skin. And not only he could hear your little whining sounds has he grabbed your ass.

Barry looked at you from the corner of his eyes and then grinned at Rafe, slightly shaking his head, lifting his bottle to drink.

Kelce licked his lips as his eyes moved over your body.

Topper stared at the tv screen, clutching his bottle so hard, his knuckles turned white.

Rafe’s hand shoved your shirt up, rubbed over your bruised cheek. His fingertips pushed your panties to the side and slid between your folds, eliciting a sweet mewling sound from your lips.

[drewsephrry]

being a kook moodboard

[rafesgoldrings]

One Hell of a Night

Warnings: smut, oral (m + f receiving), Topper and Kelce jerk each other off, drug usage, two in one hole, language, brief mention of choking and face slapping, teensy bit of degradation, foursome, slight groping from the boys, Rafe does a line off the readers tits because it’s me, this is literally just pure filth

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook!Reader, Topper Thornton x Fem Kook!Reader, Kelce x Fem Kook!Reader, slight Kelce x Topper

Summary: It’s strictly platonic between you and the three kook boys to anyone else, but when you’re alone it’s a totally different answer. A daunting game of cat and mouse lands you in an interesting position one Friday night.

If anyone asked you, the friendship between you and the three kook boys that dominated the island was strictly platonic. There was absolutely nothing else there, not when you took turns sucking their cock. Not when they were knuckle deep in your cunt. Not when their cum was coating every inch of you. Just a couple of friends helping friends to relax. But to you four? There was something there, pure animalistic desire to tear each other apart. Each one of you playing a daunting game of cat and mouse.

You’d wear the shortest golf skirt you owned when you went to play with them. They would wear the tightest shirts they owned, flexing their well defined muscles every chance they got. Your freshly painted nails would slowly trail up one of the boy's thighs, dangerously close to his cock, another boy's hand would disappear into your skirt, and the final boy would have his hand ‘innocently’ around your shoulder groping your tits. Each one of you eager to see who broke first, to see who gave into their desire.

It was usually always you. One look at their cocky smirks as their fingers danced a well choreographed dance inside your cunt and you were done for. You’d always ended up pleading for them to just stop the teasing and have their way with you. That exact same scenario is how you ended up in your current situation.

Rafe invited the three of you to his place to hang Friday night. Wheezie was at her friends house for the weekend, Sarah was out with those grimy pogues, Ward and Rose away for some business thing, which left the house all to himself. He’d told you he managed to secure a gram of coke from Barry and some alcohol, all you needed to do was bring your pretty ass over there with Topper and Kelce. Knowing it would just be the four of you, you put on a tiny skirt and crop top that was perfectly cut to show off your tits. The Cartier bracelet Rafe bought you, Chanel necklace Topper bought you, and Hermès ring Kelce bought you proudly on display. You’d put on the perfume you knew drove them crazy, sliding on your sandals and getting in your Jeep to head over to them.

You should have known it was a Trap, as soon as you walked in you should have known. None of the boys had their shirts on, passing around a half smoked joint and legs spread. Their hungry eyes staring you down the second you walked in the door like they were predators and you were the helpless prey. They paid extra close attention to your tits that were practically uncovered by the small piece of fabric you called a shirt, their adam’s apple bobbing as they swallowed harshly.

“Why don’t you come sit princess” it wasn’t a question, Rafe grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap, discarding the joint and smirking at the squeal you let out from the sudden collision.

He already had lines laid out on the table and passed you a rolled up hundred dollar bill insisting you go first. The small skirt (and no panties) left little to the imagination as you bent down to the table, Rafe jerking his thigh up and hitting your cunt in the perfect way. You swallowed the whimper that threatened to escape your lips, covering one nostril before placing the bill inside the other and snorting a single white line off the table relatively quickly.

“Woah pretty girl, you’re so desperate tonight” Topper cooed, his eyes full of lust and mischief as the other two let out a small laugh.

“Awe come on guys, sweet girl just wants to make sure we don’t take it all before she gets her high. Isn’t that right baby?” Kelces hand rubbing your knee and the small amount of coke in your system made it hard to get out a complete sentence.

“Y-yeah, you guys always take it” you pouted, bending back down and doing two more lines before Rafe plucked the bill from your hands.

“That’s enough now.” he never let you overindulge like they did. He knew exactly what it did to you and while letting you snort any of the blow was bad, he’d rather you do smaller amounts with them.

A small hmph escaped your lips, arms crossed as you leaned back against Rafe’s chest. They could do all the coke in the world but you do three lines and it was the crime of the fucking century. You felt large fingertips grip your jaw firmly and turn your head towards them, Rafe’s blue eyes darkened as he spoke to you.

“Lose the fucking attitude and be grateful I allow you any princess. Don’t make me bend you over the table and slap your ass until it’s black and blue to teach you manners.” you knew he meant it. He’d done it once before when you wouldn’t stop bitching about everything one night, your widened eyes never left his as you nodded.

He whispered ‘good girl’ and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he smirked, glancing at the table and your tits.

“Take your top off” the others quickly joined in agreement.

So, slowly, you began peeling it off. It’s not like they hadn’t seen your tits before, half the time you didn’t bother wearing a bra and changed in front of them because they’d touched and marked them plenty of times in the past. Topper passed the bag to Rafe who then instructed Kelce to push your tits together. You felt him press against your back, arms wrapping around your front and pushing your tits together with his hands, before Rafe poured some of the white powder between them. He covered one nostril and snorted it all away, lightly licking them to ‘get the rest’ off.

By this time, the drugs had kicked in. Your eyes holding a glazed over look, pupils dilated, cunt throbbing as you watched them. You began grinding into the couch, desperate for something, whining loudly and attracting all three boys' attention to you. Each one stared at the wet spot you’d made, eyes matching yours but with a bit more lust swimming around. Giving each other a knowing look, they listened as you begged for them to touch you. To use you as they pleased and make you cum

“Fuck princess, okay”

“That’s our good girl”

“So fucking pretty when you beg baby, we’ll take such good care of you”

Rafe had your legs spread apart, hands grabbing your tits and pulling at your nipples while Topper fucked your face. Kelce had his cock buried inside you, fucking you so hard that you swear your cervix was actually bruised. You couldn’t think clearly, eyes rolling back from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were currently experiencing from both your high and being used this way, a harsh slap to your inner thigh bringing you back to reality. Your eyes were full of tears from the combination of your favorite boys using you like their personal toy, Topper was all the way in the back of your throat using it like it was nothing but a hole made to take his cock.

You knew they were both close, they went harder, each thrust more sloppy than the previous. Their moans getting louder and more broken until they couldn’t form words, only cries of your name. Their thick seed filled both of your holes at the same time and you swore you died right then and there. You could feel your cunt get stuffed full and loved it more than anything, especially knowing it was from one of your favorite boys. Rafe’s cock was pressed against your back, rock hard, leaking precum, and desperate for the same attention the others just got.

The two of them would pull out, each one with a proud look on their face when you whimpered at the sudden empty feeling and swallowed Topper's load, giving Rafe the opportunity to move in front of you. Groaning at the sight of your hole leaking out the mixture of yours and Kelce’s cum, he slowly bent down till he was eye level with your cunt. His lips quickly attached to your clit and then your tight hole. Moaning against you at the taste of his best friend's release with yours mixing together on his tongue. Your hands flew to his hair and held it with a tight grip, legs trembling from the previous orgasm you just had.

“D-don’t stop. P-lease” it came out broken, sounding pathetic enough for the two boys to laugh and mockingly frown at you.

You snapped your head in their direction and rolled your head back, eyes screwed shut and toes curling when you saw them stroking the other's cock. It was all too much for you, Rafe’s tongue working its magic on your abused cunt, the other two pleasuring each other while they watched you fall apart yet again. You swear to god Rafe was tracing his name against your cunt when you finally came. That rubber band in your belly finally snapping as you grinded into Rafe’s face, riding out your orgasm to the best of your ability in your drug altered state.

“Such a goood fucking girl baby. Oh my god” Rafe moaned out when he finally detached his mouth from your cunt, licking his lips clean and groaning at your taste.

“Taste so fucking good baby” he pulled you into a rough kiss, hand wrapped around your throat, allowing you to taste yourself on your tongue.

Your head moved up when he went to pull away from the kiss, lips still attached to his until he pushed you back against the bed. Topper and Kelce had managed to get each other off at some point during your orgasm and the thick white ropes covered their abs. They’d both walked to join Rafe in front of you before speaking up.

“Since Kelce got to fuck that pretty cunt of yours baby, Rafe and I want to try something while Kelce fucks your mouth”

“Do you trust us baby?” Even while high, they each made sure you were okay with whatever they were doing.

“Of course” your voice came out small, too fucked out, high, and tired to speak much louder.

“Okay baby. You’re going to take Rafe and I inside that tight cunt of yours…at the same time. You think you can handle us both baby?” that certainly woke you up, eyes shooting open as wide as they could go and sitting up on your elbows.

You looked between each boy, trying to see if they were serious. When there was no indication that they weren’t, pure desperation on Rafe and Toppers faces, you nodded your head.

“Fucking hell princess, you’re so perfect.”

“If it’s too much, you tell us okay?” they both spoke at the same time, you again nodded at them.

They flipped you to your stomach before pulling you up, wanting you on all fours. Once you were in position, Kelce walked over and slid his cock in your mouth. Rafe slid his cock inside you, groaning at how tight you were and the way your cunt clenched around him reactively. He thrusted into you a few more times before making sure you were okay with this. Once you gave him a thumbs up, mouth too full of cock to answer verbally, Topper joined him. He slid his cock in, letting out a loud groan at the feeling of your tight hole and his cock rubbing against Rafe’s inside you, slowly until it was all the way in. You were so lost in pleasure, moaning non stop around Kelce's cock, that you forgot to suck him off. He slapped your cheek to bring your attention to him “Just because you’re taking two cocks inside your cunt at once like a little whore doesn’t mean you stop paying attention to me. Now fucking suck princess, make me proud”

You bobbed your head up and down, trying your best to keep your attention on him while Rafe and Topper fucked into you at the same time. The room full of pornographic sounds, just moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls.

“I hope you know baby, we aren’t done with you. We’re going to ruin you to the point you’re just a drooling, babbling, trembling cock hungry whore. This is just the beginning” Rafe moaned into your ear, gripping your hair and pulling you up to his lips.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

Tag List: @sweetestdesire @cherryniceties @dreamingwithrafe @congratsloserr @fulla02reads @madelynie @xyzstar (I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be tagged since this includes Kelce so just let me know!) @outerbankspov

[rafescurtainbangz]

until I pass out

[tvmblrluv]

kook moodboard

[kjwritesalot]

- 🎀 -

someone roll a blunt and call rafe, topper, and kelce🍃

[venuslcver]

JUST FRIENDS ⋆

pairing: bestfriend!sarah x kook!reader

synopsis: sarah cameron is your best friend.

tw: alcohol use, pining trope, fluff, toxic relationship, kissing, feminine described character (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

your friendship with the champagne-colored locks, indigo scattered irises, sarah cameron, began in the first grade. your dad had done some business with ward, sarah's dad. both, your dad and ward, had got stuck with you and sarah, meeting at their house instead of the usual— country club.

you were less outspoken than sarah. making your way through the entrance of their house, into the foyer, you were met by her practically smothering you with a hug. before you could comprehend what was occurring, she grabbed your hand yanking you up the stairs of her house. pulling you into her room, without saying a word, she grabbed her newly released american girl, handing it to you.

and from that day on, you guys were inseparable. see, you didn't have any siblings, so it became lonely most of the time. but with how much you and sarah hung out, wheezie and rafe became family. god, how you loved each other. hanging out every day of the week. after spending all day together in your private school, sarah and you would spend all afternoons together— either pissing rafe off or hanging out at the beach with your boyfriends, which also included pissing off rafe.

rafe's friends, topper and kelce were like douchebag one, douchebag two, and douchebag three. 3 douchebags in a pod. sarah was dating topper thornton, and you were dating kelce. you knew from day one that kelce was a tool, and well, sarah was more native to that fact, also, being true about topper.

"you just don't get it! h-he's different around me!"

"is he really that different? he was pressuring you to have sex!"

the amount of distain that you felt towards thornton was unmeasurable. your jaw seemed to simultaneously lock and anger coursed through your veins when you saw his stupid face. no one was worthy of sarah, especially that dick face.

though, there was great reason for you not to like him, from the time that he insisted on driving a jet ski instead of sarah, even though he was too drunk to drive, and crashed. giving sarah a concussion. rather than taking care of her, he left a day after to vacation. leaving you to tend to her every need. though you would have done that either way.

or another time, again, he was too busy messing around with his friends and being drunk to notice that they had left sarah at a party. the same party that he practically begged, or guilt-tripped, her into going to. yet, again, you had to console her as you took her back to her house.

"i swear he doesn't even love me"

your legs began to ache at the lack of movement you had provided them with. standing, slightly swaying back and forth, you were becoming increasingly irritated.

the party, you and sarah were attending had started two hours previously, yet you stood in the same position for the past forty-five minutes. watching your ex-boyfriend— kelce attempt to win against sarah in a game of beer pong. he had been convinced that he could win if they played just another round. they had already played two, now on their third. they both had won one game each.

the whole game had caught the eye of many people that were previously partying, now surrounding the table. standing closer to sarah's side of the patio furniture, your eyes darted between their moves. sarah had 2 cups left, kelce had 1. a window had opened for kelce to tease sarah. and, again, him being the douchebag he is, he took it. though it didn't faze sarah in the slightest.

his offputting behavior was the whole reason that you had broken things off in the first place. sarah had come to the same abrupt realization not long after finally noticing her worth. both guys dumped within a week of each other. kelce was proving your entire point of breaking up with him, at that current second.

now, having one cup each, it was a matter of time before kelce was either being obnoxious out of excitement or acting like a total crybaby.

kelce missed.

alright, it's now sarah's turn, etching near her, you watched. actively hoping she won. looking intently towards her, she sent a giddy smile towards you before guiding the ping pong towards the last remaining alcohol-filled cup.

with the sight of her making the ping pong in, you began jumping up and down with her in unity. wrapping your arms around her, you both hugged.

the scoff that left kelce's mouth interrupted the hug, "i-it's not that serious. you won by chance sarah, let's play 'another game."

looking at each other, you and sarah simultaneously roll your eyes, leaving it to sarah to speak, "getting a little desperate aren't we kelce?"

getting a laugh from the crowd that had formed, not leaving a millisecond of a moment for kelce to spew some of his bullshit, sarah grabs ahold of your hand, pulling you towards a more secluded area of the host's house. an unoccupied hammock that overlooked a small portion of the beach.

laying across from each other in the cream-colored hammock, sarah let out a laugh before speaking a word, "i don't know why you even dated that asshole"

lift your head, you sent a glare towards her, "i know you're not talkin"

letting out a cough, sarah began to seek out a change of subject. pulling you by your hand, both of you, now, are straddling the hammock.

"alright! enough about stupid boys, lemme read your palm"

"what?!"

"you heard me!"

letting sarah lay your palm flat— her nimble finger slid tracing the lines of your palm.

"no no no, this is bad", sarah said shaking her head in disbelief.

it seemed that you began to overindulge for the sake of sarah, though you would always do that.

"s-sarah w-what is it?"

genuinely concerned by her own made-up delusions, sarah spoke, "when i read your palm lines, it says that you're gonna have what seems to be like six kids, with a lousy douchebag"

letting out an obnoxious scoff, you began to giggle, "i would die a painful death before i would let that happen"

"and i would kill that lousy husband of yours before he could marry you"

your face dangerously close to hers, "oh really, is that so?"

before sarah could come up with a witty response, her breath began to hitch when she began to feel your breath against her pale complexion cheeks— now pink in color.

connecting your line of sight from directly in her eyes, gradually moving to her rose, plump lips. sarah doing the same. once more, looking back into her eyes, you slowly moved your face, a mere inch away, now very close in proximity.

just like always, sarah had to be confident. slowly leaning forward, she captured your lips. naturally, you froze for a moment before you started to lead the kiss.

ding

the kiss only lasted a moment, only to be interrupted by a message from your mom. breaking the kiss, you looked down at your phone.

"ah shit i didn't realize what time it is"

although sarah was sad you had to leave, she knew your mom worried a lot. jumping up off the hammock, you began to walk away with haste.

"j-just let me know when you get home"

[keyh0use]

shitpost #3 (?)

[leithorton]

pretty but psycho🥱

@itsjustwheezie @imjustkiara @lukethorton @topperthortonn @rafecameron24 @megan-liz-cameron @addictedtosarah @bimbofrank @tobyiscooll @carsoniswack @thorntonprincessxx @jjmaybankk18 @jb0019

[lani1ta]

[drewsephrry]

kook besties with the big 3

inspo creds to the lovely @erwinsvow

[rafesgoldrings]

Let Me Help

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x reader, Topper Thornton x reader, Kelce x reader

Warnings: potential season one spoilers??, light smut, oral sex (f receiving), blood, violence, guns, fighting, reader threatens to kill someone, suggestive ending, language, reader is a bitch

Summary: after hearing what JJ and Pope did to Topper, you decide to join in on the plan for revenge. Turns out you like seeing your boys get mean way more than you thought

A/N: since reader is said to be wearing a skirt, the outfit above is exactly the kind of outfit i pictured

Okay but imagine Rafe, Kelce, and Topper using you as bait for Pope and JJ after the boat thing. You’d all been best friends for years and while it was purely platonic, they couldn’t deny that you were easily the hottest girl on the island. So when they decide they’re going to jump them at the movies and you overhear, you step in with your own idea.

“Let me help” they all gave each other hesitant glances not wanting you to risk getting hurt. But you were stubborn and refused to accept no as an answer so they reluctantly agreed, all realizing that maybe this was actually a great idea.

JJ was easy to lure in. All you had to do was flash him a pearly smile while wearing a tiny little skirt and crop top and he was on his knees for you. Literally, on his knees eating you out in the bathroom before it got dark. If you were going to be involved, you at least wanted something out of it and JJ just so happened to be an expert with his tongue. He was so lost in your cunt that he didn’t notice the way you grabbed his bag and took the gun.

‘Stupid fucking pogue’ you’d think to yourself as your orgasm washed over you.

“That was great JJ, meet me behind the projector tonight and i’ll gladly return the favor” he nodded eagerly, standing up and giving you a sloppy kiss. You left the stall, making sure to sway your hips to really lay it in, and scanned the crowd for your next target.

Pope was a bit harder, you couldn’t lure him with sex because he was such a virginesque geek. So you had to actually use your brain and think of something that would be effective but not too obvious. You tried to remember all those times you’d overhear him at parties when suddenly it hit you, his weird fascination with becoming a coroner. Now this seemed like a weird route, but you happened to have an uncle that taught forensic pathology at the university and you could easily play it off like you were giving him a good word.

“Hey Pope” he’d walked up to the food stand to get some popcorn not noticing you at first.

He wasn’t exactly a fan of you, but he didn’t not like you either. He knew you were friends with the whole ‘death squad’ but also heard that you were incredibly sweet and crazy smart so how bad could you be?

“Oh, hey Y/N” the smile on his face was forced and you knew that, but you knew how to work your charm.

“I hear you’re wanting to go into forensic pathology, did you know I have an uncle that teaches that at the university? I could put in a good word for you if you wanted” your signature bright smile on display, head tilted slightly.

His eyes went wide when he finally understood what you said. This could be huge for him, he’d be crazy if he declined.

“Really? That would be great! Do you think there’s any way you could get me into contact with him?”

“Of course! Just meet me behind the projector tonight and we can swap contact info yeah? Don’t want anyone knowing i’m playing favorites” he quickly nodded, a large smile on his face. Sucker.

“Cool, see you around Pope” your hand brushing his arm as you gave him a flirtatious wink and walked away.

When you returned to your boys with the results, they each kissed your cheek. Kelce bowed down to you and the other two followed shortly after, the laugh you let out enamoring them completely. Now it was just a waiting game.

Nightfall shortly came, the movie playing on the screen not anything you’d cared about. The only thing you cared about was teaching those dirty pogues a lesson, and when you noticed JJ sneaking off from his friends you knew it was go time.

“Hey! Get ready boys, we’re about to have a real fun night” you hit Rafe on the shoulder before standing up, pulling your skirt down and ignoring the very obvious stares from the guys.

‘Typical’ you thought, rolling your eyes and walking towards the direction JJ went. But not before winking at Pope and signaling him to follow you, the others following behind unnoticed.

When you and Pope arrived behind the projector, JJ found it weird. He’d totally still get his dick sucked in front of Pope but like, why did you invite him there to watch? Unless you were just into shit like that, then he was all for it. Whatever got him that blowjob that was promised.

Pope was confused why JJ was there with a raging erection for a discussion about your uncle who’s a forensic pathology professor. That seems like a weird thing to be excited over, even for Pope.

But when Rafe, Topper, and Kelce surrounded them and you had a sick smile on your face, they understood they’d been set up. It was like vultures circling their pray, JJ immediately went for his bag to grab the gun and panicked when it wasn’t there.

“Looking for this?” you waved the gun in the air, your voice low and taunting.

Your boys looked proud that you managed to steal it while Pope and JJ were scared shitless. Pope, not thinking clearly, lunged for Topper which set off a chain reaction. Rafe was hitting JJ, Topper was hitting Pope, Kelce was going back and forth between the two trying to help whoever needed it. You just stood back watching in satisfaction. That was until Kie decided to join in, jumping on Toppers back and punching him to try and get him off Pope. Rafe grabbed her and threw her to the ground, you tried pushing that feeling of jealousy down but it was far too intense to do so.

“Reach for that lighter and I promise you i’ll kill you Kiara. Don’t fucking test me” Kie froze at the feeling of cold metal being held agaisnt her temple and she knew it was a gun.

She slowly stood and backed away from the bag having no choice but to watch her friends get beaten. Pope was in a chokehold, Rafe and Kelce were holding JJ back and landing blow after blow to his stomach. It wasn’t until Pope was nearly unconscious that you decided to stop it.

“Okay boys, we’ve had our fun. Can't exactly kill him here at least, let’s go home. I’m bored” an exaggerated yawn filling the air.

They let go of them and walked over to you, blood on their faces and knuckles from the punches, and the four of you walked to Topper's jeep. There was a silence that fell over you when you’d gotten in, not necessarily an awkward one, but also not very comfortable. It wasn’t until you spoke that the tension was broken.

“That. Was. So. Fucking. Hot. Oh my god i’m so turned on right now” they looked at you in shock, you were never this bold in any scenario.

“You’re so fucked up Y/N. Such fucked up little whore.” Rafe was the first to speak, turning to face you with a smirk on his face.

“You like that? Like seeing us beat the shit out of those dirty pogue pretty girl?” Kelce was the next to speak, turning around in the passenger seat to look at you more clearly.

“Didn’t know our innocent girl was so dark, how should we take care of that baby?” Topper looked at you in the rear view mirror, noticing how at some point in between then responding, you’d taken your panties off.

“How about each of you take turns with me? Show me what else those hands can do?” you had such an innocent look on your face and that mixed with your pouty lips, the sweet scent of your perfume, and your glistening cunt in the moonlight drove them crazy.

“Oh that can be arranged princess” Rafe growled, the others humming in agreement before Topper started the car and sped home.

This was going to be a very long and fun night for the four of you.

[somethingswift19]

Your Go To Snacks

| Your go to snacks/comfort snacks

| (a/n): I am so sorry for the lack of posts this week!! Work has been crazy! And my brain short circuited I think so I'm sorry if this is dumb but I'm currently eating gas station snacks and relaxing lmao

Rafe: Sparkling razzberry water, the purple bag of Doritos, tropical skittles, chocolate ice cream

Kelce: Arizona Iced Tea, pringles, edible cookie dough

Topper: Orange soda, buffalo flavored pretzels, blue and red mixed slushies, peanut butter popcorn

JJ: Code red mountain dew, jalapeno Cheetos , cherry slushies, sour patch kids

John B: Coconut water, granola with vanilla ice cream, pretzels

Pope: Calypso lemonade, pizza flavored combos, astronaut ice cream

Kiara: Apple green smoothies, white cheddar cheezits, chocolate covered strawberries

Sarah: Iced coffee, kettle cooked potato chips, twizzlers, baby bottle pops (idk why I just know she'd love those lol)

Barry: Cherry coke slushies, hot Cheetos, trolley sour gummy worms and gummy bears

[lilacheavenn]

topper , rafe , and kelce at midsummers

[djolvr]

sugar daaddy!rafe cameron x passenger princess!reader hcs

A/N:LAWWWWD these two have been living in my head rent free for the past couple of days and I can't take it anymore

Summary: Rafe and reader being the power couple they were always meant to be

•You two are always in the car

•If you're not home, you're in Rafe's jeep

•He always has your favorite snacks, perfume, makeup, and anything else you need in the glove box

•His hand is always on your thigh (😫plssss)

•The front seat is for you and only you

Topper*opening passenger door*: Rafe, wassup!

Rafe: Get in the back.

Topper: What? Why?

Rafe: That's y/n's seat.

Topper: Dude she's not even here!

•Always has an extra one of his hoodies sprayed with his cologne for you in the back

•Drives you to the super expensive stores on the mainland, letting you get whatever you want

•Always has a gift for you waiting in your seat when you open the door, whether it's one of your favorite snacks or a necklace with his name on it, there is always something there for you

•You're always on aux, you're always playing whatever you want, even if Topper and Kelce are complaining in the back

•You and Rafe are only in the back on special occasions (iykyk)

•Late night drives, going to the middle of nowhere to stargaze

•Taking you a hidden beach with the whitest sand and the clearest waters

•Rafe only letting you get his car dirty with sand, like he will murder anyone else who gets one speck of dust in his car

•Rafe and you are you just the okokokokok and lalalalala couple and it's the best

[bumblesimagines]

Midnight Beach

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

Kinda a filler to showcase relationships

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"Sarah-"

"No, I got it!" Stepping onto the broken wooden dock, Sarah extended her arms out to balance herself as she began slowly walking toward the beached boat. (Y/N) sucked his teeth, resting his hands on his hip and watching his girlfriend closely, eyes flickering down to the live wires scattered around the boat and dock. Their young neighbor stood beside him, nervously watching as Sarah tried reaching the boat to find her lost toy.

When Sarah nearly lost her balance, she released a small shriek and wobbled, grabbing the attention of Rose and her friends who had gathered on the porch to chat with drinks in hand. (Y/N) looked over his shoulder as Rose groaned and stormed off the porch, glaring at her stepdaughter when Sarah continued getting closer to the boat. 

"Sarah, get down now!" She demanded, irritation lacing her voice and fists clenching when Sarah merely laughed in return.

"Rose, calm down. I'm an athlete. I got this!"

Ripping her sunglasses from her face, Rose stepped closer to the bank with a sneer. "You're gonna get electrocuted! Get down!" She shouted again, shaking her head disapprovingly. Sarah looked back at her and paused for a moment, a grin slowly spreading on her face when she realized she had an audience watching. Playfully shimming her shoulders to taunt everyone, she giggled and ignored the calls from Topper and Rose. 

"(Y/N), do something!" Topper huffed, approaching the teen with Kelce and Rafe in tow. "She's gonna get hurt!" 

"You know how she is, Topper. Once she puts her mind to something, she'll do it." (Y/N) sighed. Rafe smirked and roughly slung his arm around (Y/N)'s shoulder, tugging him to his side and chuckling.

Peering back at Topper, Rafe snickered. "Little Top wishes he knew Sarah that well, don't you, Topper? This is why Sarah likes this guy. So knowing, so caring." Rafe teased, shaking (Y/N)'s shoulder as he spoke. (Y/N) shrugged off Rafe's arm and rubbed his shoulder, feeling it begin to ache from his grip. Looking back at his girlfriend, he felt some relief when she safely stepped onto the tilted boat, calling back to their neighbor before reaching down. Suddenly, the blonde screamed and dramatically fell over, going limp on the boat. While the sound made him flinch, (Y/N) could see the subtle rise and fall of her chest. However, Topper practically flew over toward the bank, shouting her name until she tilted her head and lifted one of the wires with a wide grin.

"It's disconnected," She laughed, sitting up and running her fingers through her hair to comb it back as Kelce cracked up with laughter. With a reddening face, Topper crossed his arms over his chest, head turning away as his two friends began taunting him.

"Bro, not even her own boyfriend screamed like that-"

"I didn't scream, Kelce. I was concerned!" 

"Yeah, yeah, you just don't want to admit you're whipped for a girl that isn't even yours." Rafe reminded him lowly, patting his shoulder with fake sympathy. Stepping away from the boys before they could drag him into the taunting, (Y/N) approached the dock and waited for Sarah, offering his hand when she neared him. She hopped off the dock and smiled down at the little girl, handing her the toy elephant and giggling softly when the little girl beamed and held the toy close to her chest. Chirping a squeaky 'thank you', she ran off toward her mother excitedly.

"The dramatics weren't needed, Sarah." (Y/N) tore his gaze away from the kid and raised his brows at Sarah.

"Oh, come on," Sarah whined softly, fingers intertwining with his. "They were making a big deal over nothing! Admit it, it was funny watching Topper go all mama hen like that." 

"Mama hen or crushing big time?" (Y/N) cocked his head, glancing back at Topper and the others. Appearing to have had enough of the taunting and teasing, Topper parted from the boys and stomped off but his tantrum only received a chorus of laughter from his two so-called friends. 

Humming softly, his girlfriend grinned widely. "Jealous, (Y/N)?"

"Of Topper Thornton?" (Y/N) whipped his head back to look at her, a soft scoff escaping him. Sarah snorted softly at his reaction and gently tugged on his hand, pulling him from his spot and walking alongside him back to the Cameron Residence. 

With many things still needing to be cleared or cleaned, many families were out and about in the neighborhood. It appeared like a typical sunny afternoon; little kids running around, mothers chatting with wine cups in hand, fathers instructing their workers around, and teens walking around the neighborhood with their friends. A peaceful, overly hot day. And another day without being given a time of day by his parents. His eyes shifted to the house in the corner, tall and large yet with no sign of life. A home only in name.

Gently bumping her body against his arm, Sarah offered him a smile. "Any word from them?" She asked softly, nodding toward the house.

"Yeah, mom texted yesterday. They're busy with their work but they'll try to find time to come visit." (Y/N) returned the smile with a forced one of his own, dropping her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders. Sarah nodded, resting her head back against his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his waist. (Y/N) released a soft sigh and leaned his head against hers, looking forward at the Camerons' mansion. Ward greeted them with a nod and a kind smile before he returned back to sawing branches in half. 

"Come with me, I gotta show you a good spot." Sarah grinned, quickening her step and hurrying into her home. (Y/N) followed her with a chuckle, ascending the spiral staircase until they reached one of the rooms. Sarah approached the window and flipped the locks, glancing back at him with a giggle and pushing up the window. She leaned over and crawled through, motioning for me to follow with her hand. (Y/N) poked his head out, spotting the fallen branch on the broken railing before he fully climbed out and carefully followed Sarah to a free spot on the roof. Sitting back, he looked up and hummed softly at the sight. The bright sun made the water shimmer beautifully and the height allowed a good look over the house perched against the waters in Figure Eight. 

"It's calming up here," Sarah mumbled and brought her knees up to her chest. Resting her arms on the top of her knees, she turned to look at him with a small smile. "Reminds me of when we met, too."

"I barely like any of the people here, Liv."

"And half of them like you." The redhead tilted her head back with laughter. She reached over toward him, her short acrylics lightly digging into his arm as she grabbed his arm and dragged him forward. Heaving a heavy, dramatic sigh, (Y/N) allowed her to lead him inside the large house. The sound of hip-hop music filled his ears along with loud singing and laughter. Many of his classmates were in attendance and they glanced in his direction as he walked by them, smiling widely and lifting their red cups in greeting.

Grinning widely, Liv turned her head to look at him and raised her brows, teeth digging into her glossed bottom lip. "See? They like you even though you're a brooding little shit."

"I don't brood-"

"Keep telling yourself that, (Y/N)." Liv laughed again, releasing her iron grip from his arm and eagerly approaching the table filled with enough drinks to put someone in a coma. (Y/N) lingered by his former girlfriend, looking over his shoulder and quietly greeting those who walked past him. Setting two cups down, Liv looked over the available beverages, humming in approval at some and cringing at others. (Y/N)'s attention turned toward the backyard as a girl screamed, watching a guy playfully throw her into the pool. 

"I heard Sarah was coming." Liv cooed teasingly, winking at him and filling their cups to the brim. 

"Yeah? Good for her."

"Oh, please, don't act as if we all haven't noticed the looks." Liv scoffed, handing him the cup and pulling her hand to her lips when some alcohol spilled over. 

"What looks?" (Y/N) asked and Liv rolled her eyes, licking the beer off her hand before wiping it dry against her denim skirt. But (Y/N) knew what she meant. He'd picked up on the fact he and the princess of Figure Eight had begun to bump into each other more frequently, making eye contact on campus when they walked by each other, and occasionally exchanging greetings. Others had picked up on it too, more notably Denny and Topper. Because when Sarah Cameron looked at someone, everyone else did too. 

"Don't play dumb." Liv rolled her eyes, picking up her own cup and drinking from it as she turned to look over those present. Perking up when she spotted her friends, she shot him a smile and patted his arm. "Go make friends." She encouraged before wiggling through the bodies in the living room until she reached her crew. (Y/N) sighed and set his cup on the counter, sticking his hands in his pockets and heading through the house. Reaching a set of stairs, he headed up to the second level and wandered down the hallway, looking at the pictures decorated around the house with a family he knew well. A family that would surely be ticked off once they saw the party their kids had hosted. 

Noticing the window at the end of the hall wide open as he grew near, (Y/N) spotted the prints on the windowsill. Someone had either climbed out or in. Snorting softly at the thought, he poked his head out and hummed, pulling his body out and planting his feet on the roof. He rested his hand against the bricked wall and moved around it until he reached a better area to sit at. But to his luck, it looked occupied by none other than Sarah Fuckin' Cameron. (Y/N) paused his movements and pursed his lips, eyes falling to her muddy sneakers. The blonde turned her head in his direction, leaning back slightly in surprise before a smile broke out on her face. 

"And so we meet again." She chuckled softly and placed her hand on the spot beside her, patting it invitingly. "Come, it's the best seat here."

"You know, I think that night was the first time I ever felt seen. Everyone else just sees my dad when they look at me but it was different with you." Sarah spoke quietly, tracing one of her bracelets with her finger and gazing at him fondly. "And now everyone thinks we're gonna get married and have a bunch of babies." While she meant to come off as playful and lighthearted, her face shifted into one of reluctance. 

"You don't want that?"

"No- Yes- I mean," Sarah inhaled deeply and brought a hand to her face, rubbing her forehead in frustration. She pressed her lips together for a moment and sighed, dropping her hand and looking back out at the shimmering water. "I mean, we're still young a-and who knows what's gonna happen to us in a few years. I don't want to make any serious plans yet."

"Yeah, I get it." (Y/N) muttered quietly, letting the blonde scoot closer and rest her head on his shoulder.

Despite the fun and good times they had together, there was something about Sarah that made (Y/N) feel as if she were slipping from his grasp. Sarah was a free spirit. Someone who couldn't go long without feeling the rush of an adventure and someone who didn't like being tied down. In comparison to (Y/N), she was constantly on the move; doing one thing or suggesting another. Her energy infected others and never seemed to die down. Hearing her when she spoke about their potential future filled him with uneasiness. But perhaps he'd let the rumors circulating her get to him.

He hoped so, at least.

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"Are you even trying, Sarah?"

"Hey! I've gathered more trash than you! I've picked up everything I've seen!" Sarah scoffed playfully at him, lifting her bright orange trash bag in his direction and shaking it so the trash inside rattled together. Lifting his brows, (Y/N) used his grabber to pick up an empty bag of chips laying beside her foot. "Oh... Well, that doesn't count. I didn't see it."

"Mhm, sure thing." (Y/N) laughed and stuffed the sandy bag into his trash bag, continuing to scan the sand beneath him for more things to pick up. Sarah walked alongside him, absentmindedly collecting things with her gloved hands and staring at the light-colored sand with a small frown. "Something on your mind? You wanna talk about it?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Okay-"

"You know what pisses me off?" Sarah started up, her frown shifting into an annoyed scowl. (Y/N) let a small chuckle slip and he hummed, nodding for her to continue into her rant. Holding her trash bag in one hand, she slipped off her blue gloves and shook her head as they began approaching the other teens. "You know how John B got fired for stealing, right? He's blaming me for it! I caught him that day with the tanks and I promised to keep it a secret. It's not my fault someone else saw him! And he didn't even bother hearing me out. He was so rude! My dad was so generous to him and he has the audacity to steal from us? So ungrateful." 

"You never told me you saw him that day." (Y/N) pointed out softly, squinting at her through the sun's rays. The rumor about the scuba gear being taken and later returned had been voiced to him by Topper during one of his temper tantrum-induced rants. (Y/N) frowned at the idea Sarah had kept it a secret from him despite their previous honesty with each other.

"Must've slipped my mind." Sarah shrugged, raising her hand to wave at the others. 

"Ya'll look thirsty!" Kelce called with a mischievous grin and approached them with a jug in hand, wiggling his brows at them. Sarah reached for it and opened the cap, lifting it to her face and cringing at the smell. Topper snickered at her reaction and exchanged an amused look with Kelce. 

"What did you do to this?" She laughed and raised it toward (Y/N) so he could get a whiff of the nose-crinkling juice. It smelled as if Kelce had poured every alcohol he could get his hands on into the jug and mixed it with actual juice in an attempt to level it out when it was most likely vodka and crystal light. Muttering softly under his breath, (Y/N) pressed his lips to it and his girlfriend tilted the jug, pouring some of the liquid into his mouth. (Y/N) stepped back and swallowed, feeling it lightly burn his throat. Coughing softly, he shook his head at the cackling boys and watched as Sarah gave it a go. Wheezie came up behind her, tearing the jug from her hands and drinking until Sarah pulled it away with a disapproving shake of her head. 

"Since when did you start drinking?" 

"Since today!" Wheezie responded, a shiver going down her spine at the taste. 

"You guys got it under control?" An older man called out, walking along the sandy hills and toward them. Kelce quickly took the jug back and hid it back in his cooler as the teens rapidly dispersed and Topper stammered out some responses to keep the man's attention away from the cooler. The man nodded approvingly and gave them a thumbs up. "Keep it up! We'll be finishing soon!" 

"Got it!" (Y/N) called back, waiting for the man to turn his back to them before he looked at a giggling Sarah. She looped her arm around his and slipped her gloves back on. 

They continued collecting trash, as well as 'hydrating' until everyone was called into a big circle where they placed their bags in the pile and set their grabbers on the sand. Sarah and (Y/N) joined the circle, standing side by side and attempting not to sway as the alcohol began settling in completely. The event coordinator stepped inside the circle and smiled at them. 

"Just a moment, friends, to acknowledge our blessings." He called out, extending his arms sideways, signaling everyone to hold hands with the people next to them and to bow their heads. Feeling Sarah take his hand, (Y/N) gave it a gentle squeeze and glanced at her as she swayed forward slightly. "To the big Kahuna-" Sarah snorted softly, unable to stop herself from giggling softly. "-Thank you for letting us come out here and restore Masonborough to its virgin flory. Amen." At his words, (Y/N) snickered quietly and pulled Sarah to his chest to muffle her growing laughter. She stumbled slightly and slung her arms around his waist.

"Come on, let's get you home, buttercup. Your sister doesn't look like she's doing too well." (Y/N) told her, brushing hair out of her face and looking up at Wheezie as she cringed and pressed a hand to her stomach. Sarah turned toward her and pulled back, sighing deeply and taking his hand again. The two approached the younger girl and Sarah wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her toward (Y/N)'s jeep where they clamored inside. 

"Let me know if you need me to pull over, Wheeze." (Y/N) said, looking in the rearview mirror at the girls. Wheezie nuzzled further into Sarah's side and grunted softly in response. 

"I told you," Sarah whispered softly, running her fingers through her sister's wavy hair. "One sip was enough."

"I know," Wheezie whined, squeezing her eyes shut. 

"You'll be okay." (Y/N) assured her, driving off the beach and onto the road. He kept an eye on them through the mirror, slowing down whenever it seemed like Wheezie needed to throw up. But they luckily arrived at Cameron's mansion without any other delays. Wheezie practically flew out of the jeep and raced inside to the nearest bathroom. 

"Okay, uhm, I'll see you at the party, babe!" Sarah rushed out, hopping out of the car and running inside after her sister. (Y/N) chuckled softly and pulled out of the driveway, heading down the road to his house. 

The party at the Thornton house appeared like any other typical pool party; teens dancing, lots of smoking, and even more drinking. Sarah excitedly led him inside and through the house, happily greeting their friends and taking the beer offered to her. Stepping out onto the backyard where the pool was, they tilted their heads up toward the roof where Topper stood. Drinking the last of his beer and crushing the can, he released a war cry before running forward and leaping off the roof. Sarah shrieked in surprise and covered her mouth, watching their friend land in the pool with a big splash. He resurfaced and hollered, throwing a fist into the air and soaking in the cheers. 

"(Y/N)! Give it a try!" Topper grinned widely and pointed at the teen, slowly nodding when (Y/N) shook his head in response. "Come on, bro! What do we think?" Topper turned to the many inebriated classmates in and around the pool. They began chanting his name and encouraging him to get on the roof like Topper had.

Sarah stared up at the roof for a moment before digging her teeth into her bottom lip and looking at her boyfriend with twinkling eyes. "Come!" She giggled, pulling him along and laughing along to the cheers and hollers. Despite (Y/N) protests, Sarah guided him up the stairs and found the room Topper had climbed out of. Climbing out of the window and carefully walking toward the ledge, her excited giggles turned nervous. 

"Starting to regret it now, huh?" (Y/N) teased lightly, hands gently pressing against her back as he stood beside her. They'd definitely land in the deep end of the pool but the height made his stomach twist and turn. Sarah took in a deep breath, feeling a cool breeze tousling her hair. Her hand found his again and she looked at him, inhaling again and raising her brows in question. (Y/N) pursed his lips and took another look at the pool below before hesitantly nodding. 

With the crowd edged on, they began counting down to three and the couple took a breath in together before jumping from the roof, adrenaline rushing through their veins as they plummeted into the cold pool water. (Y/N) resurfaced to loud cheering and laughter, hearing Topper cheer for them the loudest. Sarah laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her lips against his cheek. Topper's smile slowly fell and his jaw clenched, turning away from the couple and climbing out of the pool. 

"Top! Where are you going?" Sarah called with furrowed brows, confusion only growing when Topper disappeared into the crowd. "What's his deal?" She muttered and shook her head, dropping her head back down into the crook of (Y/N)'s head. 

"I'll talk to him." (Y/N) sighed, resting his cheek against her soaked hair. "It's about time he and I talked about things."