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oddlykilledghosts · 1 year

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What A Cheat - JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: you catch JJ cheating at a card game

A short one-shot I had written a while ago, and totally revamped and revisited and rewrote (even though it's still short) I hope you guys like it :)

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairings: JJ Maybank x pogue!reader

Looking between your own cards and the boy across from you, you were astonished. It was an easy game you were playing and yet you couldn’t believe how many times you had lost. If you had to count the losses on your hands you’d fail to have enough fingers. You’d gone through most simple card games already that day; most you remember simply through childhood memories, and some you even learned in The Chateau backyard. And yet it seemed like your opponent had won almost every round, except for when he made it obvious he had garnered you the win. There was no universal karma coming to strike you down, was there? It seemed improbable, and your academic friend, Pope, would surely agree once you told him of the injustice. Yes, you decided, checking your cards again, there was no way someone could win that many times in such a short day. Your cards were fine. Not bad at all.

“You are so cheating." You rebuked with a pout (sure enough that even the look would cause the boy to confess), and looked across from yourself at your boyfriend. When your gaze fell upon him, you had just begun to spot him (trying ever so slightly to be stealthy) stuffing cards up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. On better days he would've handled hiding it a lot more masterfully, but it slowly dawned on you that he wanted to get caught. It was no secret he liked you worked up, just enough that he could toy with teasing you. He often liked the way your eyebrows knit together and the way you chided him in his misadventures (which happened every day). He also liked the way you laughed, if not right away then eventually, at his antics. If he were playing with any of the other pogues, he either would’ve hidden his cheating more thoughtfully or wouldn’t risk it at all. Though, they rarely played with him, knowing his habits.

“Am not.” The boy smiled at you charmingly, knowing exactly how that same smile made your heart melt as easily as a popsicle on an Outer Banks summer day. His hoodie was endearingly frayed at each of the openings, which just gave you enough view of the most recent card he stuck up his left arm. You smirked as you eyed it, onto his game. You had made him stay inside on such a nice day after all, what a shame to miss the sun. Miss fishing with John B and Pope. Miss picking up trash on the beach with Kiara (which was really her idea of fun). And miss seeing you in a bathing suit, happily tanning on the HMS Pogue. Cheating seemed to be a lot more fun than playing the old fashioned way.

"JJ Maybank," You chided. "You know where cheating gets you."

JJ raised his eyebrows happily and furthered his smirk, throwing a loose card at you friskily. "Now where is that, Princess?"

“Don't call me that. Nicknames will not weasel your way out of this one, Maybank." You then continued, giving him your own mischievous side-eye, "It gets you someplace without kisses." He opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him with a held out hand. "That's right. I've revoked your cuddle privileges too. Now don't get all mopey. This is harder on me then it is on you-"

JJ squinted at you then started to get up off the floor of the Chateau where you were both sitting. You had made quite a nice set up for your little makeshift date. A clean eco-friendly blanket (that you had borrowed from Kie) was sprawled on the floor and you had even brought snacks, a couple of juice-boxes and even ‘JJ juice-boxes’ which was just beer. The other pogues had decided to go surfing but you wanted to stay inside and enjoy some alone-time with your boyfriend (without the other pogues constantly on top of the both of you). Sure, you enjoyed surfing (JJ had probably even taught you most of the tricks you knew) but it was also nice to have The Chateau quiet. Hear the creak of the floor boards under your footsteps as you walked instead of music continuously playing. Or the snoring of sleeping pogues. Or everyone repeatedly coming and going. You hadn’t gotten a lot of time with just JJ recently, and thought if all the pogues were busy it would be the perfect time to do just that. You didn’t want much. A few board or card games. A movie. A nice chill day with your boyfriend. Fortunately, JJ can’t resist begging, especially from you, so he gave in easily and said farewell to the other pogues this morning.

It wasn’t unusual for any of the pogues to sleep over at The Chateau, but you and JJ had become consistent regulars on the pull-out couch. So The Chateau already felt like a second home. It breathed familiarity. It was the perfect place you wanted to relax. Kie always covered for you with your parents, and you did the same for her, but JJ’s dad never really seemed to care where he was most nights as long as he saw him eventually. You knew it was a safe place for JJ too, The Chateau that is. You’d both cuddle up on the pull-out couch and you could tell even though you were in his arms, he felt safer. It was an escape from the home you know JJ didn’t deserve. You would never deny that it was nice at John B's. You both got to spend time with each and your other best friends without much hassle from parental supervision. In just that moment, you wanted nothing more than to grow up and get a house just like this. With JJ.

JJ crossed over into the kitchen, where you couldn't see him from the floor, but you did hear him close the fridge. It was quiet for a moment and then you heard a devious chuckle from the other room and automatically you rolled your eyes with a sense of familiarity. Trouble, usually more than not, followed that boy’s laugh. Then after a beat, you heard the boy say in a cocky voice, "I counter. I could revoke sex." You could practically hear the smirk in his tone.

You snorted, grabbing the cards left on the floor into a pile, seeing as your current game had been thwarted by JJ’s cheating. "Go ahead." You said in the direction of the kitchen. "Let's see how long you last." It didn’t matter if he could last months, you knew he was lying. And you too, as JJ liked to sometimes torment you, liked to watch your boyfriend squirm. Once you had all the cards, minus the ones warm in JJ’s hoodie, you leaned back onto the floor with nothing but a towel for a head-rest.

"Y/N!" He poked his head back into the room where you were sitting, feigning a half offended and half shocked playful expression. "And here I thought I was pulling out the big guns." Again, you rolled your eyes except this time you made sure it was quite obvious. A show, per se, to show your boyfriend that while he may be slightly idiotic at times you were still playing along.

"I'm sure John B would appreciate the sudden celibacy. He does need to sleep too." You stated as a smile tugged at your lips. JJ now stood leaning against the frame of the entryway to the living room where you two were camped out. His hair had been recently tussled (maybe from getting up - his hair did have a life of its own - or from running his fingers quickly through it without thinking) and you kept a sweet smile that was forming from showing on your lips. You needed to be sly, witty. Not mushy at one sight of your boyfriend’s messy hair. “And don’t say he can just sleep outside.”

JJ sighed, moving towards you and sliding back down to the floor now with a water bottle in hand. "I'm sure John B would appreciate a lot of things.” He nudged your knee with his own and looked down at your head on the floor. “However,” He continued. “That doesn't mean they're going to happen." He took a sip of the water then offered it to you.

“So kind.” You mused at the boy, returning his nudge with your own. You sat up and leaned yourself up against the couch you had called a bed for many nights and chugged the rest. You finished impolitely, as a little kid does after drinking, with a large “Ah” escaping your lips.

"Really? I just got that, Y/N." JJ pouted, giving you his best version of puppy-dog eyes. He grabbed the water bottle and turned it, as it was still open, upside down to show that its contents were truly empty.

“Kie wouldn’t have liked the idea of us using plastic water bottles anyway.” Then, “Anyways, It's what cheaters deserve.”

JJ leaned across the floor, his face close to yours, "You love me." You could feel his warm breath on your face.

You leaned closer to him, your lips almost touching. "Do I?" You kidded, leaning in close enough to kiss him. You could feel his warmth radiating off of his skin and hoped he couldn’t hear your heart beating in your cheeks; or notice your hand that snaked into his cozy sweatshirt as you coiled your fingers around a thick stack of playing cards that had made their home there. But the game goes on, and just as he was leaning in and your lips were going to touch you pulled back quickly, ushering a quick and curt, "Except cheaters don’t get kisses." In the same motion, you pulled your hand free of his sweatshirt revealing and scattering the cards that he had piled into his clothing. “And look at that, I have evidence of a cheater right here.”

JJ scrunched his eyebrows together and put his lips into a line, clearly disappointed, "I thought you were joking." Understandably, caught red-handed, he wasn’t going to protest his innocence.

"How am I supposed to rid you of your bad habits without a little punishment?" You laughed, a soft melody that made him want to kiss you even more. "Rematch, Maybank?"

"If I win," He said as you eyed him. "With no cheating.” He looked pointedly at you, playing your game. “Then I get a kiss. Deal?"

"Deal."

"You're on L/N."

Grabbing his face towards your own, you planted a firm kiss to his cheek then scooted away back to your spot and started shuffling the cards as well as picking up the ones he had stashed away into his hoodie.

JJ looked at you questioningly, but there was a hint of a soft blush touching his cheeks behind his tan. You tried your best to brush off the blush hidden in your own cheeks but it was no use, JJ could already see right through you.

“It’s for good luck, it doesn’t count.” You reasoned, already planning to lose. You didn’t bother to ask what you would get if you won. You already had it.

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sarahmysweetie · 1 year

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Hoe aabout a rafe Cameron x Pogue reader where one of the pogues ask her where she was last night and Sarah knows rafe did not come home either last night and it stirring major tension

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Rafe Cameron x reader

Hii thank you so much for making a request, this was very fun to write and i hope you like it! My requests are always open btw!

Summary: Rafe and y/n have been dating in secret but what happens when the pogues figure out the truth?

Warnings: cursing

I slide my finger down Rafe’s arm. I’m laying next to him on my bed while he’s still sleeping. He looks so calm when he is asleep. My parents are out of town, so we spent the night at my house.

“Wake up Rafe”, i whisper and stroke his face. He shifts and opens his eyes. I kiss his temple and swipe a strand of hair out of his face.

“No not yet”, he murmurs.

“I need to get back to Chateau, my friends are wondering where i am”, i say and stand up.

“Your friends don’t like me”, Rafe says groaning, his voice muffled by the pillow.

“And you don’t like them”, i say as i try to find clothes from my closet.

“True”, Rafe says and gets up too. I throw him his shirt as i put on my shorts.

“I can’t go out in this”, i mumble to myself as i look at myself in the mirror. I take off my shirt and put on a top.

“You know, i think they’re getting suspicious”, Rafe says as he puts on his shoes.

“Sometimes i think what would happen if i told them”, i wonder.

“You’re an adult, you’re older than them don’t forget that. Who you’re dating isn’t their problem”, he says.

“You’re right Rafe. I just don’t want any drama. We will tell them soon, i promise”, i say and peck his lips.

“We don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to”, Rafe says as we start making our way outside.

“You’re so sweet”, i smile as we get to the door. I open it slowly and look both ways before opening the door fully.

“The coast is clear”, i say and we walk outside. Rafe has to get back to figure eight, and i gotta get back to my friends before they start looking for me. Rafe looks both ways before he kisses me. I wrap my hand around his neck and kiss him back.

“Okay, bye now”, i say as i pull away. I think for a second before giving him a quick hug.

“No time for a longer one”, i say as i let go of him.

“Bye”, Rafe says, looking amused. I start half running and half walking, but when i turn around i see Rafe still standing there looking at me.

“Go!”, i whisper-yell and wave my hands. Rafe lifts his arms in surrender and turns around. I know he is chuckling even though i only see his back.

I kick the beer cans on the floor as i enter Chateau.

“Hey guys!” i yell. I step out to the backyard where my friends are hanging at.

“Y/n! Why didn’t you hang with us last night?” Kie asks. She is leaning on the railing and the others are sitting on the couch and chairs around the old coffee table.

“Yeah Y/n, you missed a lot”, JJ swears, visibly hungover.

“I texted you that i couldn’t make it”, i answer and sit down next to John B.

“Still doesn’t explain why”, John B says running his hand through his hair.

"My parents were out of town, so i needed to umm, housesit", i try to come up with a good lie.

"You weren't here last night neither Sarah! So why are you guys attacking me", i groan.

"Dad and Rose are on a business trip and Rafe was god knows where so i had to be at home with Wheez", she explains. For a split-second her brow twitches, as i try to hide my flustered face. We keep chatting but Sarah seems to be lost in her thoughts the whole time.

"Okay y/n i'm just gonna ask straight away", Sarah says and breathes in loudly. Everyone turns to look at me.

"Are you seeing Rafe?" It's like the warm wind stops for a second and everything is still from the words that Sarah said. Suddenly JJ starts laughing. Pope let's out a cautious laugh too, but they stop when they see my face.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Kie says and stands up straight.

“Rafe fucking Cameron?” John B yells. Everyone starts shouting at the same time and i hide my face behind my hands. Well this is great.

“Shut up guys! Let her talk”, Pope says, sounding mad. He hates when we argue. I lift my head up and see everyone looking at me.

“So it is true”, Sarah says and crosses her arms.

“Yes, but please stop shouting”, i say, getting desperate. I don’t want my friends to be upset with me.

“How long?”, JJ asks. My heart breaks when i see him so disappointed.

“Five months”, i answer quietly. No need to start lying, it would only make it worse.

“Five months?!”, John B exclaims.

“We’ve been trying to keep it a secret cause i knew how you would react!” i say and look at my friends.

“When were you planning to tell us then?” JJ asks.

“I don’t know, the longer i kept lying the harder it got to actually tell you guys”, i ramble. Kie looks like she can’t believe this and John B is seemingly angry.

“It’s not even about the fact that he is my brother”, Sarah says.

“It’s about the fact that he is an asshole”, JJ continues.

“So what now? You want me to go and break up with him?” i ask, feeling like i’m trapped between my best friends and my boyfriend.

‘“Well actually yeah, who do you choose him or us?” JJ slams his hands on the table standing up. A beer can falls to the floor and Pope presses his head down.

“This is like the Sarah and Kie thing all over again” he groans.

“Oh you want me to fucking choose?” i walk closer to JJ, now getting angry.

“Are you a pogue or what?” JJ gives back. We are now standing opposite of each other. JJ clenches his jaw and i try to keep a tough face on.

“JJ stop”, Sarah says and pushes his shoulder. I look away and feel the tears prickling in my eyes. Don’t cry now don’t cry now. I hate fighting with JJ, he has always been like a brother to me. I sniff and that’s when the first tear slides across my cheek.

“Look what you did JJ”, Pope says and shoves him.

“At least Rafe doesn’t make me choose. He is fine with me being your friends”, i say, tears sliding down my cheeks. Everyone is quiet for a moment.

“Why can’t it be anybody else? Literally anyone, why does it have to be Rafe?” Kie asks, with a bit calmer but a desperate voice.

“Why do you even like him?” Pope asks.

“I just like being around him. He is sweet and makes me laugh. Why is it so bad for you guys?”, i say wiping my tears.

“Sweet? Rafe?” Sarah questions, raising her brow.

“He loves me and is sweet to me”, i wipe my nose. I probably look so pathetic right now.

“Do you love him?” Kiara looks at me. I take a deep breath.

“Yes. And i’m so sorry that it hurts you guys but i can’t choose who i love!” the tears start falling again. John B shakes his head and i breathe out slowly.

“I’m gonna go now”, i say and step back inside of the house so i can exit through the front yard.

“Y/n wait!” Sarah yells. I turn around and see her looking irresolute.

“So what now?” she asks. I shrug my shoulders.

“I guess that’s up to you guys”, i answer and walk out.

I text Rafe: Please meet me at my house

He answers right away: Coming, r u ok?

I answer: Yeah just hurry

I open my front door and sit on my couch. I wait for two minutes, and then the door opens and Rafe steps in. I get up and run to him, wrapping my arms around his body. I cry to his chest, my whole body trembling. Rafe wraps his arms around me and strokes my back.

“Hey shh, what’s wrong what happened?” he asks with confusion in his voice.

“My f-friends, they found out about us and they’re s-so mad”, i try to explain, choking on my words.

“Oh shit”, Rafe says quietly and hugs me closer.

“They want m-me to choose between you and them”, i whisper in to his chest. I feel him tense up slightly.

“What did you say to them?” he asks.

“I said i can’t choose between my boyfriend and my best friends”, i lift my head up to meet his eyes.

“But you don’t make me choose. They do”, i say quietly.

“I know how much your friends mean to you”, Rafe says and looks at me.

“I’m just gonna let them think about it. They’ll come around”, i try and convince myself.

“I don’t wanna break up with you, i love you too much”, i whisper.

“I love you too”, he says and gently kisses my lips.

“Thank you for not choosing them”, he whispers and wipes my tears with his thumb. I smile at him when he touches my face.

“I would never.”

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drewstarkeylover21 · 2 years

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Sharing is Caring (Rafe Cameron)

Summary: Topper and Kelce are sick of you and Rafe avoiding your feelings for each other. Taking matters into their own hands while in Mexico for vacation, you find yourself stuck sharing a room with Rafe Cameron. With only one bed in sight.

A/N: !!!!!!!! I had so much fun writing this. like THE most fun. I hope you guys #love because I really enjoyed this story. Inbox is open, feel free to leave me a message <3 Love u all so so much!!

Warnings: swearing, subtle suggestive language, besties Topper and Kelce being idiots (albeit amazing friends), puppy-dog Rafe, kissing (is that a warning?)

“TOPPER THORNTON!” you screamed at the top of your lungs as you stood in your hotel room.

A blur of blond hair appeared in your peripheral vision, the culprit in question huffing and puffing at his rush to hurry to you.

“Y/n, are you okay? What’s going on? Are you hurt?” he asked out of breath, eyes darting around the room frantically.

“No I am not okay, dumbass! I spy, with my little eye, one fucking bed!” you complained, gesturing manically at the space in front of you, where there was, in fact, only one bed in view.

Topper’s eyes grew wide with realization as he glanced back and forth at you and the object of your anger. “Oh shit,” he mumbled, scratching his head sheepishly.

“You told me you triple checked the reservation before you booked the room, Top,” you groaned in complaint.

“I swear I did Y/n/n. There must have been some mix-up with the website or something but I promise I checked it.”

Topper Thornton wasn’t lying to you. He had triple checked the reservation, just not in the way that he promised.

2 weeks prior to your vacation to Mexico with Rafe, Topper, and Kelce, confessions and declarations of love were uttered. Just not to the people who actually mattered in the situation.

Drinking in your figure from across the golf course, Rafe’s eyes glazed over in jealousy as he watched you giggle at something JJ had said to you at the bar as you ordered a drink.

“Look at that Pogue flirting on company time,” Rafe muttered in disgust. “He couldn’t really be that funny, could he?”

“You know, jealousy is a disease,” Topper sang in Rafe’s ear, finding amusement in his best friend’s dismay.

“I’m not jealous,” Rafe snapped defensively. “JJ just annoys the shit out of me. I mean, look at that stupid swooshy hair. Has he ever heard of a comb?”

“Probably not since you own most of Kildare’s supply of them. Ever since Y/n complimented you on your hair the other day, you went ballistic. ‘I’m Rafe and I brush my hair exactly 50 times before gelling it and then messing it up with my hands because Y/n loves when it looks like this and I loveeee Y/n.’” Kelce mocked, roughly patting his companion on the shoulder.

Annoyed, Rafe shrugged off Kelce’s touch.

“Get a grip bro,” Kelce instructed. “Just tell her you love her already. It’s been like 2 years. I myself have an appreciation for the long game, but I’d like to not be in a wheelchair by the time you actually do something about it.”

“He’s right dude,” confirmed Topper. “When are you going to grow a pair and tell her that you’re into her? You guys literally act like a couple already, what with all the flirting you do.”

Rafe sighed. After you hit puberty in sophomore year of high school, he couldn’t seem to shake his sudden awareness of the new person you seemed to have become. Gone was his mental image of that little girl he was so accustomed to, with hair crazily thrown into two pigtails and grass stains littered on your jeans. In its place, an even more confident, beautiful girl had bloomed. One who lit up a room just by walking in-who’s easy smile made Rafe feel like he had to struggle to breath every time he was merely around you.

“But I’m not just ‘into her’ you guys. It’s so much more than that. This is Y/n L/n for crying out loud. The girl who slapped Andrea Baker for making fun of my neon tank top in the 8th grade. The girl who sits on the bleachers every weekend, even in the pouring rain because she’d never miss one of our games. The girl who makes homemade soup and bread and hand delivers it to our houses every time one of us is sick. Every fucking time! She’s nothing short of goddamn perfect. And she would never, ever feel the same way about me. Sure, I flirt with her. How could you not? But she only flirts back because she’s comfortable with me. And I’d rather have that sliver of happiness, than risk losing it all just because I told her the truth.”

Topper and Kelce fell silent at Rafe’s revelation. They knew Rafe had a crush, but they never could have imagined that it ran this deep. And so, with a silent nod and a pat on their friend’s chest, the boys nonverbally began concocting a plan of their own.

That same night, a drunk version of you had stumbled out of a party at Tannyhill, chaotically marching down the street with Topper and Kelce in tow as the three of you headed back to Topper’s house to spend the night.

“You guysss,” you slurred, tugging on Kelce’s arm to keep him moving at the same pace as you and Topper. “Do you know if Rafe liked the golf outfit I wore at the club this morning? Got that tank top just for him y’know. S’blue. His favorite.”

“Yes Y/n,” Kelce said assuredly. “He told me himself that he very much loved your outfit today.”

Eyes brightening at this revelation, you excitedly pushed your face centimeters into Kelce’s own, asking, “Ooh ooh! Did he say anything about my boobs? If they looked good?”

“Okay barf,” Topper interrupted, grimacing as he yanked you away from Kelce. “Y/n, please just tell him have you feelings for him already. Kelce and I love you to death, we really do. But if I have to hear you talk about how you dusted glitter on your tits in the hopes of getting Rafe to look at them because they’re ‘sparkly and shiny’, I’m legitimately going to cut my own ears off.”

You sneered at this, turning to Topper. “Um, hello, if anything, you guys should be thanking me, not complaining about it. I thought all teenage boys loved boobs. Not to mention you guys get a free show every time we go out.”

“Oh we like boobs. Just not if they’re on our best friend,” Kelce grumbled. “You’re like our little sister Y/n/n, kinda hard to appreciate your God given gifts when we all used to eat dirt together as kids.”

You began to chuckle at this before you were cut off again by Kelce. “Topper’s right Y/n. You should just tell him how you feel. It’s so obvious that the boy likes you back. Just cut the shit and skip straight to the happy-go-lucky part.”

“Yeah right,” you scoffed, your smile flipping into a frown. “Rafe Cameron likes me back. He’s our best friend too. How do you think he’d react if I told him, ‘Oh Rafe. I just love you so much. I love the way you dip your ear down to my mouth when we’re at parties so you can hear me talking to you better because I love the way your smell surrounds me.’ Or ‘I love when we dick around at the Island Club and it feels like we’re the only two people on this planet.’ Or ‘I love when you help me onto a boat because you always grab my hand and waist to steady me, and the feeling of your touch lingering on my body drives me crazy.’

Do you guys really think that’s a good idea? No. I’d be setting myself up for complete failure. If you guys would never see me in that way, there’s not a chance in hell Rafe would. Now drop it. Never gonna happen.” you grumbled, letting go of the two boys and stomping ahead in frustration.

Topper and Kelce glanced at each other momentarily, rolling their eyes at your stubborness. And so, they set their plan in motion.

Upon returning to Topper’s house, Kelce thought it was all too clever to volunteer booking flights and hotels for the Mexico trip. Though he had garnered some suspicion from you, who had skeptically mentioned that he hated doing anything involving trip planning, he had shrugged off your doubt, reassuring you that he just wanted to start being responsible, and that this trip was a good place to start.

He had spent a total of 20 painstaking minutes surfing the internet for places to stay, before he frustratedly handed the job off to Topper, claiming that he couldn’t handle all the pop-up ads on the booking sites for a second longer.

After some deep searching, Topper had found a beautiful hotel in a village in Cabo, slyly booking exactly 2 rooms. One with two beds, for him and Kelce to share, and one with a singular queen sized bed, for you and Rafe.

This plan would work, he thought desperately. Being forced to share a bed together would not only bring the two of you closer, but would hopefully act as the catalyst for the “feelings-talk”.

“Fuck,” you muttered, taking a seat on the edge of the bed before falling backwards into the mattress. “How am I supposed to enjoy this fucking trip when all I’ll be thinking about is having to share a bed with him?”

“You’ll be fine. Rafe and Kelce are on their way up here right now. We’ll tell them about the situation, laugh about it, and then kick off our vacation with some Mai-Tais by the beach.” Topper eased.

“Where are those two dumbasses anyway?”

“They’re still outside, unloading all the luggage from the Uber. Somebody decided to pack their whole closet for a week long trip. You paid an extra $50 just to check in another bag dumbass,” Topper answered pointedly at you.

“Ha-ha-ha,” you said sarcastically. "At least I’m aware I’m making stupid decisions. Takes a real idiot to unknowingly fuck up sleeping arrangements after being reminded 50,000 times.”

“Good one,” the boy deadpanned.

“Thanks. Had that one in the back of my head since I stepped foot in here.” you retorted. “Anyways, when they come up here just tell them that you’re gonna room with me instead of Rafe. It’ll sound less suspicious coming from you.”

“What?!” Topper screeched. “No way in hell am I switching with Rafe. Daddy’s tryna get laid on this trip,” the boy said waggling his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You fake gagged at this.

“Sorry Y/n/n, ever since Sarah left me, I haven’t gotten any. I’m practically a born-again virgin.”

“Seriously Top? A one-night stand is really more important than helping your best friend out of a situation that she’s completely, totally dreading?” you begged, your best puppy-dog eyes on display.

“Of course it’s not,” Topper said, plopping down onto the bed next to you. “But I’m still not switching. What if this is like a blessing in disguise? Fate telling you to face your fears!”

You let out a deep breath, turning your head to meet Topper’s gaze. “I guess you’re right. It’s now or never I guess. I got that extra push, just have to dive straight in before I think twice.”

“That’s the spirit Y/n!” Topper cheered, guiding his arms over to your body and pulling you into an embrace. “I’m proud of you. It’s going to work out just fine,” he mumbled into your hair.

“It better, Thornton,” you said into his chest.

Shuffles of feet and grunts echoed through the doorway. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, watching with a quirked eyebrow as Kelce and Rafe stumbled into the hotel room, bags behind them.

“Jesus L/n,” Kelce grumbled. “Next time we travel, remind me to pack my jockstrap. What do you need so many bags for? And why are they all so heavy? It feels like there’s a whole human in that purple one.”

Laughing, you clambered off the bed, crossing over to where Kelce and Rafe stood. “Sorry buddy. A girl needs her outfit choices. Can’t have beauty with a light suitcase.”

“You could be wearing a potato sack and still be the prettiest person in a room Y/n,” Rafe mumbled under his breath.

It was just quiet enough that Kelce didn’t hear it over his continued complaints to Topper about your luggage, but you gleaned his voice, blushing at his words.

“Thanks Rafe,” you whispered, looking up into his striking blue eyes.

Like you said earlier, it’s now or never. Clearing your throat, you started, “Hey, um, Rafe?”

“What’s up sweetheart?” Rafe answered, his voice laced with concern.

“Before we get our festivities started, I just wanted to let you know that the room Topper booked us only has one bed. I’m down to share if you are, but if you don’t feel comfortable, I can take the pullout in their room. Just, um, let me know what you want to do I guess.”

Rafe didn’t miss the way his heart stopped at the idea of laying next to you, limbs intertwined in the sheets, the heat of each other’s bodies keeping the two of you warm.

He smiled down at you, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “No, no, you don’t have to do that. Sharing is caring. I don’t mind.”

“Okay,” you breathed, “Cool.”

“Cool,” Rafe repeated.

You stared into his eyes, silently trying to convey every emotion you were feeling at that moment. Fear. Worry. Longing. Desire. Excitement. But before you could open your mouth to speak, Topper’s voice cut through the air, interrupting any shred of thought you had.

“Hey! Lovebirds! Save that shit for later. There’s a beach filled with beautiful women waiting for Kelce and I. Let’s go let’s go!”

Rolling your eyes at your friend’s childish whims, you stepped back from Rafe, nodding at him with unspoken understanding as you made your way into the room to grab your swimsuit and head out.

Pounding back your 4th tequila shot, you grimaced at the burn of the liquid down your throat, turning to face Kelce who was watching you with horror. The 4 of you had spent the evening out by the water, lounging around lazily before deciding to end the night with a couple drinks at the hut bar.

“Y/n, I think you should slow down on the shots darling.” he advised, scrunching his face up in distress as he gently took the shot glass and lime away from your grasp.

“Relax mom,” you said pointedly. “I’m not trying to get trashed. You guys know I’m not a lightweight. I just need a little bit liquid courage so I can get into bed with him without shitting my pants.”

Gesturing over at Rafe, you watched in admiration as he and Topper tossed a foam football around. Catching you staring, Rafe raised his hand in greeting, shooting you a wink before throwing the ball back to Topper.

You waved back at him, turning back around before catching Kelce’s disapproving eye. “Okay Miss Know-It-All, liquid courage is fine, but if you keep going at this pace, you’re going to be walking the very thin tightrope between tipsy and borderline dipsomaniac. I’m cutting you off. We’re calling it a night soon anyway. You’re going to be fine.”

“Funny,” you droned. “Topper said the same thing earlier.”

“Cause we’re always right. ”

“You guys ready to head up in a sec?” Topper called from across the sand, Rafe beside him as they started heading in your direction.

Giving him a thumbs-up, Kelce turned back to you. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. We’ve got an early morning excursion tomorrow. You got this,” Kelce said, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

Groaning, you pushed yourself out of the high chair, following the 3 boys into the lobby of the hotel and up the elevator.

“Well this is us. See you guys tomorrow morning, love you both, have fun, remember, no glove no love!” Topper blurted quickly, ushering a smirking Kelce into the doorway swiftly before waving at you and Rafe, who stood speechless a couple feet away.

“Such a weirdo,” you chuckled, unlocking your room and stepping in, Rafe following shortly after. “I already showered downstairs before dinner, so I’m just gonna change into my pajamas really fast and brush my teeth. Bathroom’s all yours after,” you called over your shoulder, grabbing your toiletries and hurrying into the en suite.

Nervousness swallowed you whole, as you rapidly changed into your silky tank and shorts. You gripped the edge of the counter, staring at your reflection in the mirror.

“Fuck,” you mumbled at your appearance, running your hands through your hair in an attempt to smooth down the frizz. “Relax Y/n,” you said to yourself, your pep talk doing little to nothing to calm you down. “It’s just a bed. You know how to sleep. Just get under the covers and try to forget about how you’re hopelessly in love with Rafe.”

Groaning, you ran your hands over your face before you were startled by a deep voice.

“Hopelessly in love with Rafe, huh?”

Eyes widening with mortification, you felt your brain short-circuit as you tried to muster up a response. “What? No. Did I say that? It’s not you Rafe. Different Rafe! Yeah. He goes to a different school, you don’t know him.”

You mentally facepalmed. Who says that anymore? What were you, 12 years old?

“Different Rafe who goes to a different school?” Rafe smirked, stepping towards you in challenge.

“Yeah, the name Rafe is more common than you think,” you sputtered, backing away from the brunette boy, your attempt to free yourself from his searing gaze failing as your body collided with back of the counter.

“More common than I think, huh?” Rafe asked, striding closer to your trembling figure.

“Stop repeating everything I’m saying in question form dumbass,” you countered, eyes darting everywhere but on the boy in front of you.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Rafe answered calmly. Tenderly grasping your chin with his thumb, he turned your face to meet his, eyes boring holes into your own. “You’re right. Must have just been some confusion with the whole name thing. I’m also hopelessly in love with a girl named Y/n. You don’t know her either. Goes to a different school too. She looks an awful lot like you though.”

Exhaling shakily, you looked up at Rafe, his figure towering over you. Hands sliding down to your hips, he pressed them into the counter, thumbs grazing over the bare skin of your stomach where your top had slightly ridden up. His face was now inches away from yours, lips hovering over your pink, plump ones.

“You’re full of shit,” you breathed, the movement from speaking causing your lips to just barely brush his.

Rafe’s adams apple bobbed in his throat at the sensation. Gulping, he whispered back, “So are you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the way the breath of his voice hit your skin, your body emitting a slow, shuddering breath. You looked like an angel. A perfect, beautiful, just-waiting-to-be-kissed angel. And so Rafe did.

Closing the minuscule gap between you, Rafe pressed his mouth onto yours, sighing in contentment as he felt you moving against him. Your tongue darted out across his lips, gasping in delight at his touch. Your small hands circled his strong back, fingers tracing his spine delicately as you pushed him closer to you. Rafe moved his hands up to your head, fingers running across the length of your neck as he consumed every detail about the way you felt against him.

Pulling away gingerly, you rested your forehead atop his, eyes still shut as you tried to catch your breath. Opening your eyes slowly, you took in the sight in front of you. Rafe’s hair was disheveled from where your hands had ran through it, pupils dilated and blue irises clouded with desire. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, mumbling three sweet words into your skin.

“I love you, Y/n.”

Your heart skipped a beat, body warm with acceptance and affection as you gently took ahold of his face, your thumb tracing the curve of his lips.

“I love you too, Rafe.”

Smiling, Rafe took ahold of your hand, dropping a kiss to your wrist. “Come to bed,” he whispered.

Silently trailing after him, you nodded, walking over to the mattress as you watched Rafe climb into bed. Mirroring his actions, you followed suit as you eased your way under the covers, slotting into his side as he draped an arm around your waist. He peppered kisses atop your head, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck.

Looking down at you, Rafe registered your furrowed brows. Taking his thumb, he gently swept it across your forehead, easing the wrinkles in an attempt to console you.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly, fingers migrating back to your hair as he dragged them up and down your scalp.

“I just can’t believe you love me. Like you want me. Me. I’ve loved you since the day you took me out on the Druthers at 5 in the morning just because I mentioned wanting to watch a sunrise, but I just can’t believe this is real,” you answered breathlessly.

“Y/n,” Rafe said softly. “I’ve wanted you since the day you helped me cheat on Ms. Hansen’s history test in 9th grade. There’s nothing about you that I don’t love. You could punch me in the face and I would still want you. I loved you all the way back then, and I sure as hell love you now.”

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gxdsfavgal · 1 year

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In honor of OBX3 releasing today…

here’s some random Rafe insta stories that don’t go with S3 plot🫶

#cmac</3 #rafe cameron #drew starkey #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron angst #obx #obx3 #outerbanks #outerbanks netflix #pogue #kook #poguelandia #P4L

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24kmar · 27 days

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𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑲𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑮𝑭

#Spotify #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron x kook!reader #Pogue #Kook turned pogue #obx x reader #obx #rafe obx #outer banks x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #☆𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡☆

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readingismyhappyplacee · 1 year

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JJ Put that Gun Away.

Summary: Summertime is full of fishing, fooling around and Keggers. NOT guns and stealing. What could go wrong? (Fanfic for OBX S1: Ep.1).

JJ Maybank x Reader Fanfic

Warnings: Use and mention of guns, swearing, mentions of drowning.

ALL RIGHTS to Josh and Jonas Pate and Shannon Burke for characters, plot and dialogue, etc. In some cases, scenes and dialouge altered to fit my own ideas.

Y/N could hear the hooting and hollering of her friends from a mile away. The familiar brown Volkswagen van deemed “The Twinkie” howling along with the sound of their voices could be heard as it rounded the corner at the end of the street. Y/N smiled as she could see JJ’s head poking out of the side door, looking right at her.

“You’re going to have to jump in while it’s moving M’Lady! This vessel stops for no one!” JJ yelled at the girl in a funny voice. “Just bend your knees!”

“Uhh, actually JJ, this is our next stop. Did you forget she brought the drinks?” John B’s voice could be heard as the van screeched to a halt in front of her.

“Right.”

JJ and John B hopped out to grab the cooler full of drinks and food Y/N so kindly put together for todays venture. They loaded it into the already stuffed van. Y/N hopped in afterwards.

Soon enough the trio arrived at John B’s place. Unfortunately about nine months ago, John B’s father was lost at sea looking for a shipwreck and presumed dead shortly after. His mother and uncle are in other states, not even close to coming to the Cut. He’s been living by himself ever since and refuses to believe his father is dead until he finds his body. So now, the Château, as it’s called, is the base of operations. Free reign to do whatever a Pogue wants, whenever they want.

JJ on the other hand, doesn’t have much luck either. The blonde has an abusive dad and no other family to support him. He’s finding it hard to get by with a minimum wage job and daddy issues. It’s amazing how tough he is, but Y/N understands that he has to be to get through day by day. The girl helps out when she can by offering her cleaning services, picking up the many beer cans and cigarettes in the house when Jake isn’t there and offering as much food to the boys as she can without her parents finding out. Luckily though, they all have each other and that’s the best thing they could ask for.

Down at the dock, the boys load the cooler onto the boat and JJ offers Y/N a hand stepping in.

“M’Lady.” He bows, taking off his hat and putting it back on again.

A blush dances across her face, though it is unbeknownst to JJ, so she laughs to hide the truth of her feelings towards the boy. It was a rule the group had. No Pogue on Pogue macking. No matter how strong the feelings were. If it was true love or even soulmates, it was strictly forbidden. And even if it wasn’t a rule, she had no chance. JJ was hooking up with a new girl at every party and Kegger hosted lately. It was like he couldn’t get enough. So when he was flirty like that, there was no genuine meaning behind it. It was just JJ being JJ.

Hurricane Agatha had just blown over the Outer Banks, rocking the south side to shambles. As the three friends set off, more and more damage could be seen along the shoreline. Boats, docks, houses, fences - you name it. Every hurricane made the Cut look better yesterday.

The boat approached the marina which was jostling with people on clean-up duty. At least it was bright and sunny today to put people in better moods than before.

“Hi, Miss Amy, you guys make it through?” John B waves at a woman and her husband.

“We’re still here!” She replied back.

JJ wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.

“She totally looked at me,” He said.

“Pfft. As if JJ. She wouldn’t even touch you with a 10 foot pole.” Y/N scoffed. JJ feigned hurt.

“Ouch! Watch yourself Y/N, or I’m pushing you in!”

The mess Agatha made was unimaginable. As if reading her thoughts JJ whistled out loud, “Agatha what did you do?”

Pope, another member of the group could be seen filling a bucket with water at the end of his dock. He got stuck with clean-up too. Pope was the smartest of them all. The kid had a full ride scholarship to one of the state’s most prestigious schools. It was unknown why he chose to hang out with such a group of troubled teenagers. He was always so cautious and tense, like his dad was watching. I mean, Heyward was always watching.

“Well, look who we have here.” John B mimics a radio. “We have a mandatory safety meeting, over.”

Pope stops what he’s doing, looking annoyed. John B slows the boat down.

“I can’t. My pop’s got me on lockdown.”

“You’re dad’s a pussy, over.” That time it was JJ.

“Oh, I heard that one you little bastard!”

Heyward. Pope’s father. Not the most approving of his son’s friends but he does his best to understand. Thankfully, Y/N’s parents are good friends with his family. “Hey Y/N, keeping these idiots in line?”

“I try to. It only works if they listen.” She smiles.

“We need your son.” John B interrupts.

“Yeah. And island rules: Day after a hurricane is a free day.” JJ adds.

“Now who in the hell made that up, son?”

“Uhhh… The pentagon I think? We have security clearance. I have a card.”

“Do you really think I’m stupid. Do they think i’m stupid?” Heyward looks at his son.

“I’ll do it tomorrow dad, I promise. I’ll help clean tomorrow.” Pope and his dad bicker back and forth and he slowly creeps towards the boat. Once Pope’s feet hit the deck John B accelerates forward.

“I promise i’ll do it tomorrow!”

“We’ll bring him back in one piece!” Y/N yells back.

All that could be heard is the cursing of Heyward and the gentle splash of the water against the boat towards the neck stop, Kiara. Kiara was Y/N’s best friend. Though she was born a Kook, she was a Pogue more than anything. Rich parents, fancy house and all the nicest clothes. She had all the best things. If she wasn’t with the friend group, she was out saving turtles or promoting some paper-straw activist type things online. Y/N was jealous that she seemed to always catch the attention of boys her age. Maybe she was prettier? More outgoing and funnier? Y/N thought she was enough to fit in, but sometimes it felt like Kie was always in the spotlight, for every boy. She didn’t dare tell her this of course, nothing good would come out of it. They are supposed to be best friends.

Kiara walked down the ramp. JJ greeted her in an Irish accent. He also held her hand as she got in. Y/N tried her best to conceal her face so she looked into her lap.

“Hey, Y/N,” Kiara greeted, forcing Y/N to look up.

“Hey, Kie, how you holding up?”

“Oh ya know, hurricane lockdown things.” They both laughed. That was another reason she couldn’t hate her. She always greeted her first and made her feel included in every conversation. She couldn’t hate her even if she tried.

John B picked up the speed of the boat as they headed out into the marsh. They cracked open some beer and for what seemed like the thousandth time, JJ tried out his “party trick.”

“JJ, you know it never works.”

“Ah! You’re getting beer in my hair!”

Suddenly the boat came to a halt, sending JJ flying off the bow and into the water. Kiara and John B are sent to the deck from their seats.Y/N is halfway off the bow clinging for dear life after just standing up to get JJ to come down. Pope’s abdomen slams against the steering wheel. Groans from each teen are let out respectively.

“Jesus Pope.” Kiara blurts out what everyone is thinking.

JJ resurfaces with a loud gasp for air.

“I think my heels touched my head.” He moaned.

Y/N groans again sitting up and clutching her chest.

“Aw man that’s definitely gonna bruise.”

“I hit a sandbar. The channel changed. Sorry guys.” Pope felt bad. He steps up onto the bow to get a better look at where to navigate. His expression turns to shock.

“Guys! I think there’s a boat down there.”

“Yeah right!”

“No, no. For real, I’m not kidding.”

JJ swims over to get a better look while the rest of the gang almost tip the boat, looking in the direction of where Pope was pointing.

“Shit let’s go!”

Y/N peels off her jean shorts and tank top before diving into the water to join JJ. The rest follow suit. With one huge breath, Y/N submerged herself underwater with the rest of her friends. Even in the murkiness of the water, an unmistakable outline of a Grady White is seen. Whoever’s boat this was they are probably looking for it, that is, if they’re even still alive. Y/N swims inside, a powerful swimmer and certified diver, she looks for any signs of who this boat belongs to. Nothing.

The friends resurface. Gasping for air but in obvious excitement about the discovery.

“That’s a Grady White!” JJ exclaims. “A new one of those is like five hundred grand. Easy.”

They all laugh, climbing back onto the boat.

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge!”

John B suddenly remembers.

“You surfed the surge?” Y/N and Kiara ask together. “Jinx.”

“That’s my boy! Pogue style!” JJ high fives his best friend.

“Seriously John B that’s dangerous! “ Y/N exclaims. “What the heck!”

“Wait, guys, do we know whose boat that is?”

“I tried to get a good look, but it’s too deep.” Y/N said. “Give me the anchor.”

John B rummages through a compartment in the deck, handing Y/N the anchor.

“Payback !” JJ screams, pushing the girl into the water.

She shrieks as she plummets into the water.

“JJ that wasn’t nice!” Kiara scolds.

“Hey, she asked for it earlier.” He shrugs it off.

Y/N swims the path towards the boat, attempting to get a better look at anything more than she already saw. She spots a key dangling from a pole near the steering wheel, but struggles to get it unhooked.

Meanwhile, the four friends stand worried. “She’s been down there a while man, should I go get her? JJ asks.

“Nah she’s got this. Believe in her.”

JJ frowned, worry evident on his face. Pope noticed.

“You like her!”

“What- no! I don’t like anyone, especially not her! Remember rule number one?”

“Liar!”

“I’ve been waiting for someone to bring that up! Finally!” Kiara chimed.

“We’re just friends okay guys? Nothing more. Now shut up.”

“Jeez JJ you’re blushing so hard it looks like you have a sunburn!” John B teased.

“I said shut up!”

JJ couldn’t be more thankful Y/N was underwater right now, even if she may be drowning. It’s true he may have a bit of a crush on her, but he knew the rules. Instead, he uses other girls as distractions from the fact.

The sound of the topic-of-conversation girl breaking the surface brought JJ back to real life.

“I found a key!” She managed to say between breaths.

JJ and his friends breath sighs of relief. No CPR was needed. He went to the edge of the boat, effortlessly pulling her up towards him. She lost her balance slightly but he grabbed her waist to steady her. The action did not go unnoticed by the rest. JJ quickly jumped backwards like he stepped in a fire. Y/N shot him a puzzled glance but said nothing.

“I think it’s a motel key.” She said, drying herself off with a towel.

“Great. A damn key. “ JJ scowled. He was hoping for anything worth some cash.

“Guys I think we should report this to the coast guard, maybe get a finders fee?” Kiara pointed out.

“Yeah, then we don’t have to work all summer.”

The crew headed back into town to go report the wreck. The sun was beginning to set ever so slowly and the warm glow illuminated Y/N’s face as she stared off into the horizon.

“What’s on your mind, sunshine?” JJ sat next to her for the first time after his awkward moment.

Y/N was surprised he called her a nickname she’s never heard of.

“I haven’t heard that one before.”

“I think it suits you.”

“Thanks JJ.”

The girl avoided the question, not wanting to tell him he was the one on her mind all of the time. She waited in the HMS Pogue while the others attempted to talk to someone about finding the sunken boat. With the recent hurricane and the damage it created, many people were lined up with complaints. Her friends came back quickly with another plan.

“The motel? Are you crazy?” Pope said.

“I call lookout.” Y/N said.

“Me and JJ will check it out.” John B suggested.

When the group arrived at the motel, it appeared very run down, and not just by the hurricane.

“This isn’t exactly 5 stars.”

“Yeah, it looks like a place someone with a Grady White would get killed.” Pope shuddered.

JJ and John B jumped to shore. Not wanting to draw attention to the rest do the group, the trio left pretended to be hanging out and talking.

“Be careful.” Kiara spoke softly to John B.

Last Y/N heard was something about a mattress.

“Be sooooooo careful John B.” JJ teased as they searched for the matching room number.

“Ever since she heard you were on exile she’s told you to be careful. Oh, give me that John D already. Why don’t you hop on that man?”

John B scoffed.

“You know the rules. No Pogue on Pogue macking. And don’t get me started on you and Y/N.”

“I don’t like her I told you this already.”

“Like hell you don’t dude. You’re always looking at her.”

JJ glared at his best friend. He licked his lips.

“Okay, c’mon man of course I’m looking at her, she’s hot. Can we forget about the rules?”

John B stopped in front of room 229 and stayed silent, fumbling with the keys.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“You need help. Like, serious help.”

“Still a yes! Housekeeping!” JJ said in a high-pitched voice. With no response, the boys entered the room.

Down below, the trio on the boat were having a similar conversation.

“Do you have a thing for John B?” Y/N asked her best friend.

Pope looked away from the motel to look at Kiara’s facial expression, amused by Y/N’s blunt question. Kiara rolled her eyes and stood up.

“I don’t. I’m just worried about him. The whole foster thing must really suck.”

“And you’re not just worried about him in a different way?” Y/N suggested, grinning.

“Oh my god stop it! I don’t! And how about JJ, everyone knows-“

“Guys, cops! Cops!” Pope interrupted.

In the small parking lot full of debris, the sheriff’s pickup truck could be seen pulling in and stopping. Y/N groaned.

“Why does my dad have to ruin everything!”

Deputy Shoupe and Deputy Plumb exit the car and talk with a man nearby. They start pointing to the second level of the motel, exactly where JJ and John B were.

“We have to warn them.” Kiara said. She jumps off the boat and books it to the side of the motel. Pope and Y/N exchange glances before following, trying not to be seen by Y/N’s police officer father. Staring up at the window, the stress begins to set in.

“Okay stand back.” Pope said, picking up a rock. He looked up at the window and threw it. The rock barely made it halfway up before gravity brought it back down again.

“Didn’t you ever play baseball?” Kiara pegged.

Y/N laughed.

“I was on the math team!” He whisper-yelled back.

Kiara also tried to throw a rock but missed. She tried it again and it made a loud ‘tink’ sound against the glass. Y/N picked up one and it did the same. JJ and John B’s faces could be seen through the blinds almost instantly.

“Cops! There’s Cops! Cops!” The friends on the ground simultaneously whispered and pointed at the entrance to the room. The boys could be seen scrambling in the room. The three friends sprinted to the boat, ready to leave at any second.

“Should we peel?” Kiara asked.

“No! Never leave a Pogue behind.” Pope said.

“Guys look! They’re on the awning!” Y/N pointed.

JJ and John B were in fact on the small ledge of the awning on either sides of the window. Their positions looking very uncomfortable. JJ laughed silently while John B used his pointer finger to tell the rest of the group to be quiet.

The boys were up there for a while until suddenly something fell out of JJ’s pocket, hit the awning and fell to the ground a few feet down. John B visibly cringed. The blinds to the window retracted and Shoupe’s figure looked outside. Pope, Y/N and Kiara quickly attempted to look away and act like they weren’t involved.

“This is gonna be tough to explain later.” Y/N sighed.

Theslamming of a door caught their attention as the officers began to leave. Shoupe handed a duffel bag to the other officer. Before leaving, Shoupe came towards the boat. Y/N glanced at her friends’ position at the window, then back at her dad before he noticed her staring.

“Hey, sweet pea, what are y’all doing here?” He looked between the three of them.

“Uhhh.. Hey Dad I didn’t see you here!”

“My aunt was visiting and staying here. We just came to check on her. We were just about to leave.” Pope interjected.

“Yeah, Dad. We wanted to make sure she was okay. What are you doing here?”

“Ah, someone reported missing. Just like after every hurricane. Doing my part to make sure there’s no dead bodies around.” He chuckled like what he said was normal. It was obvious where Y/N’s bluntness came from. Y/N awkwardly laughed, hoping to speed this conversation up.

“Did you find anything?”

“Nah. Just an empty motel room.”

“Cool.”

“I have to go. See you later honey. Stay out of trouble kids!” Shoupe saluted and walked back to the truck. JJ and John B made their way down after a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear.

“Holy shit, man. That was crazy!” JJ exclaimed., jumping into the boat with John B on his tail. Pope pulled away from shore and back out towards the exit.

“Why did he lie about taken things from the room?” Y/N asked. No one was sure.

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope asked the boys, changing the subject.

“Did we find anything?” JJ repeated. He pulled out a stack of money and a gun. The biggest grin was on his face. Y/N moved away from him.

“Are you insane?” She yelled.

“I’m going to lose my scholarship.” Pope moaned.

“It’s better than the cops having it!” JJ reasoned.

“No it’s not, dude! Anyone else that’s not you is better.”

JJ grabbed Pope and put the barrel to his mouth in a “shush” motion. Pope pushed him off.

“I’m living a nightmare.”

The group found their way back to the marina. As they were offloading there was a commotion with another large boat. Paramedics and the police were surrounding a man that looked to be dead. A dead body. As they were wheeling the body away from the boat, a woman ran frantically towards it.

“Scooter! Scooter!” She yelled. She clung to the man, caressing his face and assessing his condition. She broke down into tears. It was Lana Grubbs.

“Who’s that?” Y/N asked her friends.

“That’s Scooter Grubbs.” A random girl next to them chimed in. “He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got. Dead body.” She bragged. She pulled out her phone and began to show a close up picture of the man being wheeled away in front of them. Y/N shuddered. Was that who her dad was looking for?

“What type of boat did he have?” JJ asked the girl.

“Somehow that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady White.”

The friends glanced between each other silently. Y/N looked at JJ and found that he was already looking at her. She gave him a look asking for more information but he just shrugged.

“Everyone’s out looking for it.” She added.

Back at the Chateau, Pope was telling everyone to keep their mouths shut about the situation. His panicked look on his face was enough to let everyone know he was terrified.

“We all have complete and total amnesia, okay?”

“For once I agree with you Pope. Deny, deny, deny.” JJ said.

“We can’t keep that money,” Kiara said. “It’s bad karma.”

“She’s right you know, it doesn’t belong to us. It belongs to Lana Grubbs,” Y/N added.

“Not everyone can afford unlimited data plans, ladies.” They rolled their eyes.

“Look, JJ I’ll help you out a little more this week if we just return the money.” Y/N’s tone softened, trying to reason with the blonde. He looked at her, silently adoring how she worried about him.

“Let’s go dark.” Pope said.

“If it means I get to keep the money, I’m in.”

John B finally spoke up.

“I don’t agree.” He said. “This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude that buys individual cigarettes. Shit, one time I saw him begging for change in front of the Save-a-lot because he needed gas! This guy has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket and all of a sudden he’s got a Grady White? Just saying.”

“I need a break from you guys.” Pope moaned, standing up to walk to the dock.

“Look, Pope, how does a guy like Scooter get a Grady White?”

“Prostitution?”

“Square groupers bro. Flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance, they don’t do that stuff during a hurricane.” John B reasoned. “What does that mean, JJ?”

“They were straight smugglin’.” He grinned.

“I’m guessing there’s a crap ton of contraband on that boat.” Y/N added.

“Okay so if there was that kind of stuff on board, and it belongs to someone, they’re going to come looking for it, right? So taking it would be catastrophically stupid.”

“You’re right.” JJ said. “But stupid things have good outcomes all the time. All we need to do is find a way to get into that cargo hold of that wreck and then lay low.”

“And how exactly do we do that?” Pope asked.

“Kegger?” Kiara proposed.

Y/N had went over to Kiara’s house to steal an outfit for the night.

“Red or pink?” She asked Kiara.

“Red. JJ won’t stop staring at you if you don’t.”

“C’mon Kie, stop teasing. You and me both know he doesn’t like me like that. Look at all the women he hooks up with. You don’t see me on the list.”

“Fine! Don’t listen to me! But open your eyes girl!”

Y/N was mad that Kie was playing with her feelings. She knew that JJ would never think of her like that. Was she not telling her something?

“I’m a police officer’s daughter Kie, no guy wants to talk to me.”

Within an hour, the group had gathered all the materials for the Kegger and met at the Boneyard. Y/N spotted JJ up ahead. His blonde hair unmistakably glistening in the sunset glow. She wondered if he would talk to her tonight or take off with another new girl. Once down to the sand, the keg was set up and ready to go. John B started filling up cups of beer for everyone. Soon, a crowd started to form. The boneyard was a mix of three crowds, the Pogues, the Kooks and the Tourons. The Tourons are just kids here on vacation with their families for the summer. As the night progressed, Y/N found her place with a group of Pogues she knows from school. The group was laughing around a fire, retelling a story about how a teacher was caught making out with a student after class. The principal found them and he was fired right away. The kid only got a 3 day suspension. Y/N felt someone sit next to her. She looked to her left. A boy around her age with curly brown hair and a lanky stature smiled at her. A Touron.

“Hi. I’m Dean.” He greeted. “I’m not from here and you look pretty friendly enough to talk to.”

This made Y/N laugh.

“Why thank you. I’m Y/N. Welcome to the island.”

She shook hands with the boy jokingly. She could feel the effects of the alcohol she was drinking starting to flow through her body.

“Another beer?” Someone with a keg asked.

Y/N accepted the beer with a grateful smile then turned back to Dean.

“So, new guy, where you from?”

“San Fran. I’m a long way from home.” He smiled. “My moms friend recommended it here, but too bad there was a hurricane. Cut our holiday in half. We head back in a few days.”

“Ah, big city guy. I could tell, you all have the same vibe.” She teased.

“Hey! I’m officially offended.”

She laughed. “Sorry about Agatha though, really, she was a real pain in the ass.” The two continued to talk about random things. Y/N thought that he was a nice boy to talk to, but he wasn’t JJ.

“See, those are my best friends over there.” She pointed out Kiara and John B. Then a little ways over at Pope. She couldn’t find JJ. “We do everything together.” Y/N was five drinks in. Maybe six. She lost count. Not once did this boy try to make a move on her. At first she was thankful because it is always awkward trying to tell them no, but at the same time her heart sunk because it’s always been that way. There was no way he knew she was the daughter of a cop. He doesn’t live here.

“So, Y/N do you have a boyfr-“ Dean’s sentence was cut off when Y/N suddenly stood up to the the sound of JJ’s voice. He sounded like he was in an argument.

“You’re so funny man!” She heard him yell.

Over to the right of where she sat she could see Sarah Cameron and her no-good boyfriend Topper, along with the rest of her friends. JJ did not look happy. None of them did.

“Sorry. I’ll be right back. I’m just going to check up on my friends. They seem a little drunk.”

As she approached the commotion, Topper called them “dirty Pogues.” That term set John B off. He forcefully shoved Topper backwards, causing him to stumble. Topper looked shocked and then lunged forward and threw a punch so hard at John B’s face that it looked like it would knock his teeth out. John B fell against the sand, unable to stand up.

“Babe! Babe!” Sarah attempted to stop her boyfriend from causing any harm, but it was no use,Topper hated Pogues. Topper continued to kick John B until he reached the edge of the water.

“Hey John B, don’t make me do what happened to your old man, all right?”

The crowd around began to chant for them to fight.

“Stop!” Y/N screamed at them, rushing in. JJ held her back, shaking his head no. If it wasn’t for the situation it would’ve felt like a hug.

“Guys stop!” Kiara hissed at Topper and John B.

John B mustered up enough to stand again and used his momentum to tackle Topper into the shallow tide. Both attackers now soaked from the cool water.

“Let him go John B!” Pope yelled.

They continued to throw punches at the others abdomen and back. John B was able to land a few good hits.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” JJ cheered.

Topper and John B continued to trade hits. Unfortunately, Topper was able to gain the upper hand and slam John B into the water face first. He then got on top of him.

Sarah and Kiara began to scream. JJ had never looked so frightened in his life for his best friend.

“JJ do something!” Y/N screamed at him. JJ looked torn. He ran towards Topper and John B and pulled out the gun.

“No JJ!” Y/N called after him, terrified.

JJ rested it on the crown of Toppers head after he cocked it.

“Yeah, you know what that is. Let him go.”

The crowd of people started screaming and dispersed ridiculously fast after spotting the gun.

“JJ put the gun down!” Y/N tried again.

“Okay, okay we’re good man!” The anxiety in Topper’s voice was evident. He rose with his hands in the air.

“Everyone listen up! Get the hell off my side of the island!” JJ screamed at the top of his lungs. He rose the gun in the air and shot it twice to prove that he was in control. Sarah and Topper ran off. Y/N covered her ears. She was terrified of guns after her mother was shot on duty when she was a thirteen. Y/N had never been told the full story but the tale left it’s mark. Mrs. Shoupe has since retired from being a police officer and chose to write books instead. A very drastic career change.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled at her. “Let’s leave!”

Dean was standing alone in the middle of the sand. He had waited for her to make sure she was okay, not knowing that JJ was her friend since she couldn’t find him when she was pointing them all out earlier.

“Who the fuck are you!” JJ pointed the gun at Dean. Dean put his hands in the air to show his surrender.

“Woah, woah man! I come in peace! Please!”

“JJ stop!” Y/N screamed.

“I said, who the fuck are you?!”

“I’m just here visiting the island! My name is Dean!”

JJ looked at Y/N, but put the gun down, finger still on the trigger. Dean visibly sighed of relief.

“How do you know him?”

“I-I met him earlier at the fire. JJ you’re scaring me with that please you know I hate them.” In the heat of the moment, JJ has totally forgotten your fear of guns. His demeanour changed completely. He put the gun back in his pocket and threw his hands on his forehead in frustration. Y/N huffed at his behaviour. She saw a different side of JJ tonight. One that she was not used to. He scared her and their friends and she just needed to go home. It’s been a long night. She looked her friends in the eye.

“Get some sleep guys, and make sure John B is alive.” She gestured to the boy who was halfway in the water. She gave on last glance to JJ before turning back up the trail with Dean right behind her. She burst into tears. Her crying heard by JJ as he watched her figure until she disappeared into the darkness. Y/N had hoped he would have at least apologized.

After last night Y/N woke up feeling anxious and upset. The image of JJ holding a gun haunted her memory. She knew it wouldn’t just go away. She remembered Dean walking her home and asked for her number before he left to go back to his hotel. She politely declined saying a mere ‘it’s complicated.’ He understood and said he was glad she was safe. He gave her his just in case she changed her mind. A text on her phone rung softly on the bedside table. She picked it up and a short text from Kiara read:

‘Hey I know after last night you don’t want to see JJ, but we need someone that knows how to dive. We’re searching that boat today and you’re the only one that knows how to properly dive and has the equipment. You in?’

‘Will he promise to get rid of the gun?’

‘No promises :(‘

Y/N groaned in her bed. Typical JJ. A knock on her door perked her up. Her father walks in, wearing his uniform.

“Hey sweet pea, I know sometimes it’s hard to be a dad and a police officer at the same time, but I know there was a gun used last night at that party. Do you know who had possession of it?”

Y/N froze in a silent panic. She couldn’t throw JJ under the bus like that, even if guns scared her. He would never forgive her and she would most likely never see him again.

“Uhh, no I was over on the other side of the fire. When the crowd of people started running saying that there was a gun I ran too. You know I hate them.” She tried her best to sound convincing. Sometimes her father was intimidating. He gave her a raised eyebrow.

“You sure? It sounded like it was one of your Pogue friends.”

“No they were all with me around that time.”

He hummed, definitely not satisfied with her answer.

“Well, the Sheriff already told me she knew who it was but didn’t give me his name. I figured you’d know who it was.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Now, I don’t think the island is safe right now, so I need you to make smart decisions. No parties, no boats, no beaches and no hanging out with your little Pogue friends for a while. I don’t think they are very good influences.”

“Dad you can’t do that!” Y/N cried. “They’re my friends! I don’t care about the parties but that’s just not fair!”

“It’s what’s best. A man was found dead yesterday and I don’t need you being the next. The marsh is closed until we can find that sunken boat and any clues leading toward the investigation. I better see you here when I get back.”

And with that, Victor Shoupe was out the door without a final glance towards his daughter. His heavy footsteps heard as he descended the stairs.

“You could have at least closed the door!” Y/N got up with a huff, slamming it hard enough to prove she was upset. He was right about one thing, having a police officer father was hard. She raced back to her phone, tapping on Kiara’s contact.

‘Bad news. Dads got me on lockdown saying it isn’t safe right now. He said the marsh was closed so if we’re doing this it’s gotta be fast. Gotta sneak around my mom to get the gear.’

Luckily, Y/N’s mom was locked away in her study, like usual. It was one room she was never allowed into no matter the circumstance. She had caught glimpses at it, but not long enough to make out what she does in there. Sometimes she would walk by and hear her aggravated sighs and hear frantic typing on her laptop. She figured it was just her working on a new novel and writer’s block. Everything about that room was a secret to her. Even her father rarely entered. Y/N changed into her bikini and jean shorts before sneaking down the stairs after she heard her father leave and the pickup truck pull out of the driveway. Avoiding the study, she ducked out the back door to avoid being seen through the window at the front of the house. The diving gear was kept in their small shed in the backyard. Half of the memorabilia, toys and tools in here hadn’t seen the light of day in years. With her parents so focused on their careers they never surfed or gardened since she could remember. After her mother was shot, life had never been the same. It seemed like her dad was trying to prove that he has what it takes to become Sheriff one day and that her mother had to prove to the world that she is interesting enough to buy her books. Why was there anything to prove? None of her books made bestselling titles except for her autobiography of her life as a detective, wife and mother. She wrote mystery novels now. How fitting.

The shed was unlocked. After locating the box of diving gear, she double checked that there was a mask and an oxygen tank before lifting it off the shelf and sneaking around the house again. She hopped in her car, thankfully parked on the street before making her way to the Chateau, not ready to see JJ.

The boat ride out to the wreck was silent. The tension between Y/N and JJ could be felt from everyone around them. As John B came to a stop, Y/N brought out her gear, getting ready to hop in. John B threw out an anchor.

“Fuck. This tank is a quarter full. I guess it really has been that long. I don’t even know if this is safe.” Y/N said, displaying her thoughts out loud.

“Great, I love it when a plan comes together.” Pope said sarcastically.

“It should only be... “ She looked down at the boat below. “25 minutes if that boat is 30 feet down. I just have to mark a safety stop.”

With that she took a ribbon from the gear box and her shorts off and plummeted into the water.

“That was hot.” JJ blurted.

The friends rolled their eyes. Y/N resurfaced and jumped back into the boat.

“Okay I tagged about ten feet down the anchor line. It’s where I’ll do my safety stop.”

For the first time since last night, JJ spoke to Y/N.

“Okay, when you’re down there, you’re going to look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay?”

Y/N nodded, grabbing the key from JJ. She was still waiting on that apology.

“See ya in a few!”

She placed the mask over her face, saluted to her friends and jumped into the water. The water in the marsh was murky, but the outline of the boat was evident amidst the cloudiness.

Above water, the sound of police siren whooped through the air.

“Oh shit it’s Y/N’s dad!”

“Just act frickin’ natural!”

“Evening, officers.”

“Evening.” Shoupe said in an assertive tone. He threw Pope a line to tie the boats together. The other cop from the motel raid was with him.

“How you kids doin’? You know the marsh is closed?” He asked.

“No.”

“No, wow.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Why- why was it closed?”

The friends tried to act as normal as possible. Their attempts feeble.

“We’re conducting a search out here. Boat went down. Seen anything?”

A collective round of ‘no’s’ came from the group. Shoupe didn’t seem terribly convinced. JJ suddenly remembered that Y/N was down there, using more and more oxygen by the minute. He prayed she wouldn’t pop out of the water anytime soon. Another situation with bad timing. The others seemed to realize too, attempting to hide their agitation from the officers. Shoupe noticed this.

“I’m going to uh, check your little boat out.”

“You wanna check, uh check her out, yeah.” John B stuttered.

“Thank you.”

Shoupe made his way into the boat. He glanced at each of the teenagers faces.

“You got any more of these?” He asked, holding up a life jacket.

“Yeah, yeah. There’s more in the hold.”

Kiara stood up so he could look under the seat.

JJ pulled out three more life jackets.

“Yeah, here you go.” He said.

Shoupe nodded sternly. He looked out onto the water, suspicious. He made his way to the bow of the boat.

“Be careful. You don’t want to slip.” Pope commented. Shoupe placed his sunglasses on, scanning the water for anything out of the ordinary. The sunset made it hard to search, creating a glare of colour on the surface.

“All right.” He concluded. “Beautiful day.”

“Sure is, sir.”

“Let us know if you see anything on your way out.”

“Will do.” Replied JJ and Pope.

“We’ll be gone soon sir.”

“Yes you will.”

Shoupe got back into his boat and drove away. When he was out of sight, the group rushed to the side, worried for the girl who was underwater.

“She’s definitely out of air.” Pope said.

“There she is!” JJ yelled.

“Oh god! Jesus Christ!”

Y/N gasped for air loudly and desperately. She pulled the mask off and swam towards the boat.

“How’d it go down there?” John B asked. “Did you find anything?”

Unable to speak properly, Y/N tossed a black bag she scavenged onto the deck near JJ’s feet. He grabbed it immediately.

“Hell yeah!” He said.

Y/N climbed the ladder, still short of breath.

“Yeah, you’re dad was here, but we took care of him.” Pope told her. Y/N let out an exasperated laugh.

“Gotta, get back, before he does.” She said between breaths. She sat down tiredly.

Kiara suddenly shifted.

“Hey, guys? Bogey at two o’clock.”

“What?”

A white boat was approaching the Pogues fast. Two men were on board. No one recognized it.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know but let’s not stick around to find out. JJ get the bowline.” John B instructed. JJ tried to pull the anchor up as fast as he could.

“Guys don’t wait up for me!” He yelled.

“Let’s go!” Kiara added.

The boat did not slow down. John B started up the boat and headed into the marsh. The mysterious boat and its occupants turned to follow them.

“They’re following us!”

Y/N turned around at the same time the passenger began to pull out a gun. Her eyes widened.

“Gun! They’ve got a gun!” She alerted her friends before ducking down to avoid the line of fire. The first shot was sent out, narrowly missing John B who was intent on driving the boat as fast as he could. The rest of the gang lowered to the deck. JJ instinctively covered Y/N as best he could, shielding her from any potential bullets. He remembered her fear of guns this time.

“John B, get down!” He yelled at his best friend.

The perpetrator opened fire a second time. The boat was gaining on them.

“Oh my god we’re gonna die!” Pope yelled. A third shot rung out.

“Shit! Pope, move!” Kiara said, standing up to reach the net at the back of the boat. Another bullet flew by.

“Kie get down!”

Kiara ignored John B’s plea and threw the net behind the boat. A loud noise could be heard as it wrapped within the prop of the boat behind them. It slowed to a stop. Angry shouts of the two men could be heard as another shot flew after them. The Pogues drove to safety.

Back at the Chateau, John B grabbed the mystery bag and plopped it onto the dock. Y/N was still shaken up by the recent events, opting to be silent. JJ helped her off the boat in her shaken state.

“What do you think is in it?”

“Gotta be money right?”

“Can we please just open the bag!” Pope ushered. “You guys are literally killing me with anticipation.”

John B opened the bag to take out another bag. He opened the drawstrings to reveal a metal cylinder. Y/N watched with eager eyes behind JJ. She hoped her efforts weren’t for nothing.

John B unscrewed the end of the cylinder and dipped it upside down into his hand. A compass fell into his palm. He froze.

“Oh, great job everyone! We found a compass.” Pope stated sarcastically. JJ looked disappointed.

“Sorry Y/N, looks like you almost drowned for a stupid compass that’s not worth anything.”

Y/N frowned while John B laughed.

“This was my father’s.”

Any feedback appreciated. :) Let me know if I should continue! <3

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notbadweird · 1 year

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Kiara opened up to Pope about how bad her kook year was, so bad to the point where she almost ended her life and he had the audacity to bring up it up during that fight on the boat. Don’t get me wrong they both had decent points but bringing up the kook year just wasn’t needed.

Also JJ sticking up for Kie

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maybankcore · 2 months

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chiara ⋆.˚ nineteen, bi, infp, capricorn, madelyn cline enthusiast .

my blog has works that are 18+ , i write smut n’ other sensitive topics sometimes , so please look at the trigger warning beforehand ! thanks <3

pls send anon requests of ur thoughts or silly daydreams u have !! my reqs r alwayssss on so feel free to send anything bbs xx

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concepts / prompts :

rafe cameron , nsfw alphabet.

toxic jj maybank.

pope heyward , academic rivals.

jj maybanks reckless girlfriend.

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killanyone4you · 2 months

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snow day ❄️

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staygoldponyboy51 · 1 year

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Two Different Worlds (Pt.1)

JJ x kook OC

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“I’ll see you later, babe,” Rafe says as he pulls her shirt over his head. He quickly kisses my cheek and walks out of my room as I mutter a goodbye. If my parents see him here this early in the morning they’ll freak out and lecture me about how they don’t want my boyfriend spending the night.

I get up a few minutes later and sneak downstairs for some coffee. My mom is sitting at the island, already busy with work on her laptop as she sips coffee from her mug.

“Good morning, hun,” she mumbles, not looking up from her screen. I nod and walk over to the fridge, grabbing an apple before pouring a cup of coffee and walking back upstairs to my room. I know better than to talk to her while she’s working. After having a shower, I throw on a pair of jean shorts over my bikini and scrunch some product into my hair to hold my waves.

“Brooklyn?” My dad calls from the other side of my bathroom door.

“Yes?”

“I need you to stay here while that guy mows the lawn,” he says. “I don’t want anything going missing from the shed.”

“But I have plans with Rafe!” I groan, swinging the door open to voice my frustration.

“I don’t really care,” he states, adjusting his collar. “You know how those Pogues are.”

“Yes, dad, I know but-”

“And don’t give him his money until he is done everything. I’m not paying him to half-ass things.” With that, he walks away, not bothering to listen to me. A few seconds later, I hear the lawnmower start up outside and roll my eyes. So much for my plans today.

I hang out downstairs and watch a show on my laptop in the living room, occasionally glancing outside to see if JJ’s done yet. I hear the lawnmower shut off for a second and look outside, seeing him take his shirt off and wipe his neck with it. My eyes trail over his abs as he leans down to start the lawnmower again. I watch him for a moment and walk into the kitchen, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge and walking outside.

“Hey!” I shout over the roaring of the lawnmower. JJ shuts it off and turns to me. “Want some water?”

“I’m good,” he states, turning back to the mower.

“Are you sure? It’s pretty hot out.” I hold the bottle out to him and he ignores me, turning the mower on once again and pushing it away from me. Scoffing, I turn around and walk back inside.

After about a half an hour, he walks up to the back door and knocks, his shirt hanging out of his back pocket. I open up the door and look at him, my hands on my hips.

“I’m done,” he says. I look past his shoulder and back up at him.

“Did you do the front too?” I ask. He nods.

“Everything your dad put on this list,” he huffs, waving the paper.

“Fine. Wait here,” I mumble, turning around to grab the money my dad left on the counter.

“It’s JJ, right?” I ask, counting out the money. When he doesn’t say anything, I roll my eyes and turn around, holding the money in my hand. “Okay then.”

“Why do you care?” he scoffs.

“I just want to know who’s going to be spending time here every week. My boyfriend’s told me some things about you.”

“I’m sure he has.”

“Here’s the money,” I hiss, holding it out to him. He clenches his jaw and takes it from me, stuffing it in his pocket. “You’re not going to count it?”

“Why should I? I already know it’s less than what your Kook dad told me it would be.”

“It’s probably the full amount when you include whatever you stole out of the shed, Pogue” I sneer. JJ scoffs and shakes his head, looking me over.

“Tell Rafe I say hi,” he huffs before turning away. I slam the door behind him and cross my arms over my chest. It’s only a matter of time before my dad fires him.

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oddlykilledghosts · 1 year

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I Want You To Like Me - Rafe Cameron x reader (Part Two)

Summary: You're a pogue by choice, kook from birth. The friendship that you have with the other pogues is undeniable, no one questions their loyalty for you or your loyalty to them. So when a certain King of the Kooks takes interest in you, it's only right to turn him down. Right?

Such a long part and so little Rafe…in the next parts I swear I will write more for just him, but it’s been so fun to be a part of the pogue friend group for now (but seriously next part will focus heavily on solely Rafe don’t worry) Very ‘domestic’ (loose way to use the word) view of the pogues this chapter, you get to see the ins and outs of their friendship a little more with reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x reader, John B x Sarah Cameron, platonic!Pogues x reader

The Chateau was quiet when you walked in. You hadn’t expected the other Pogues to be there, but a part of you hoped Kiara had left the party at Tannyhill and would be waiting for you on the couch on the screened-in porch with that look on her face that said she knew what you had been up to. You kind of wanted her to scold you for taking that ride home. For kissing the eldest Cameron. You wanted Kiara to kick your logic back into its rightful place where it had abandoned it’s station back at the party (and in Rafe’s car) and agree with her that even the thought of fraternizing with him was wrong. Even if it meant she would be angry with you.

The thought of your best friend lingered in your mind as you stood aimlessly in the front door of the Chateau. Frozen, you could picture her different reactions. Mostly the angry ones. And then the nicer ones. Your eyes flickered to the chairs in front of you as dreamy images of Kiara floated into your view. Her face changed as you imagined the various scenarios, none of them ending up well whether nice or angry. Desperately you wanted to confide in the girl, to have someone to talk this through with. But you knew that the anger that came with it would not help you work through what were beginning to be some very confusing feelings. For some reason you bargained with yourself, saying that the anger would be better. That it would give you a better sense of reality than this idea of Rafe could.

But then you looked around the screened-in porch and sighed, picking up a bandana that had been left on the chair nearest to the door. Of course you wouldn’t tell her. And you hated yourself for it. You wanted to hate yourself for liking Rafe as well. For liking the conversation you had with him in his car and for kissing him because you wanted to. But somehow you only hated how you didn’t hate yourself. You twirled the bandana between your fingers, thinking about how Rafe probably didn’t mean any of what he said. You figured he was bored and made it all up (although you doubted he would lie about Wheezie). You also doubted he was going to brag about a measly drunken kiss to any of his friends. It would be more likely he would never want to talk about fraternizing with a pogue ever again. If he did talk, he would say offhandedly that it was a mistake and that you were wrong about the whole situation. There was no worry this was going to escape Rafe’s lips and spread to the likes of the other Kooks of the Outer Banks. So really, the harm in telling Kie would have no benefit. It’s not like you were actually “in love” with Rafe Cameron now. It was a kiss. A crush from over a year ago. And it didn’t mean anything. Yes, you nodded to yourself as you held the bandana, wringing it in your hands. You were right, Rafe is an asshole, and pretending he’s not just for a night isn’t going to change his behavior. He’s going to keep being Rafe Cameron and wishing that he’d miraculously evolve into a better person won’t change that. There aren’t enough shooting stars in the world.

“Okay,” You breathed in, talking to yourself even though no one was around to hear (especially because no one was around to hear). “No Kie. Got it.” You looked down at the bandana in your hands and started smoothing it out against your thigh, and then folded and tied it into a headband. You figured it was JB’s and knew he wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it. Maybe you just needed to borrow John B’s assuredness for a day or so. Just as you did with JJ’s hat. JJ was right, maybe the feelings can transfer. You reached up to your head ready to retrieve your friend’s accessory and patted the top of your head. Shit.

JJ’s hat was gone. Of course it was gone. By JJ’s logic, the hat held all the power. And all of his dumbassery. And you had been wearing it at the party. Then in the car. Where you kissed Rafe. Maybe the wrong trait was transferred? Is that possible? This is JJ logic that is being discussed here.

You needed to get that hat back.

Slipping the bandana over your head - because if there was anything to do when you need guidance was to follow JJ logic (please do not ever do this) - you pushed yourself into the kitchen hoping the bandana was leeching John B of all of his good qualities and in turn giving them to you. Sorry JB.

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The search for your phone was the first thing on your agenda. You liked to think that your friend, JJ, would remember to tell the other pogues that you had left the party. However, in his state, you doubted that he would be able to relay the message to your other friends. This would cause a problem if you weren’t able to reassure the worried pogues (once you found your phone) that you had not in fact been murdered on your way home and that you were as fine as you had ever been (leaving out the parts that weren’t convenient to your case). The hope was to find the phone before they even realized you were gone. The second, more inconvenient hope, was that you would be able to contact Rafe before anyone else found a certain Pogue’s infamous red and gray hat on the floor of his passenger seat.

You tried your hand between cushions and between spaces on the bookshelves. Then you even dared to look through some places in the messy kitchen, which no one had thought to clean up since the last misadventure in cooking. While you looked, you tried to clean up as best you could - being a good house guest and all - but it was mostly a lost cause (and technically some kind of torture).

You usually tended to leave your phone in odd and awkward places, especially when hanging out with the Pogues…but this was crossing a line. You truly wanted to believe that it was somewhere obvious and you were just being stupid. For all you knew, it had fallen into the marsh from earlier in the day.

Walking across the kitchen, you were finally ready to call it quits and sink yourself back onto the pull out couch in the next room when you heard it. You were hoping it had been your phone. But then more noise. Shuffling feet. What seemed like some very loud attempts at whispers. Sinking into the wall, blending in with the old wood as best you could, as if you were an intruder in the house, your hand instinctively went out to the table where misplaced cutlery were scattered and dirty (from what you assumed had been an attempt to make mac and cheese that had gone wrong). Pulling your hand back to your chest after successfully snatching one of the items, you felt a little calmer with a makeshift weapon. To fend off an intruder or drunk teenagers? Maybe both? You were easily on edge anyways.

So maybe you were drunker than you thought. You kept checking back in your head, how many drinks did you have? You couldn’t have thought it was that many, could you? Partier or not, drinking with JJ always loosened you up a bit. There was that game you two always played. What was it? Something about keeping track of drinks while betting to do more…you shook your head in defiance, he had made that up ages ago, it wasn’t an actual game set with actual rules. No way to be sure. But this did mean, if you were drunk, that you could blame the Rafe of it all on the alcohol.

“What are you doing?”

“AHHHHHHHhhhhh!” A scream jolted through your veins and through your mouth as you were disrupted from your scheme of blaming your “affliction” on your inability to hold your alcohol. Your weapon, now jutted out from your body towards the direction of the voice, suddenly looked weak as you realized it was a spatula. You looked up at where the sound came from and your eyes fell upon a familiar face. “Oh.” You said, suddenly disappointed you weren’t going to save The Chateau from uncertain death. “Hi, John B.”

Another face rounded the corner and entered the room, wiping at her hands with one of those souvenir towels JJ had stolen from the country club (don’t tell anyone). “Who was screaming?” Her face first found John B and then just as easily landed on you, with your spatula and her boyfriend’s bandana in your hair. You just hoped you didn’t look as suspicious as you felt you looked.

The girl, who you hadn’t seen at Tannyhill, had her signature gold necklaces on and they gleamed softly even in the overhead lights of the kitchen. Her presence shook you a bit, as unexpected as it was to see an old friend you barely talk to arrive in the house of your new friend. It also surprised you to find she was wearing a shirt the two of you had picked out a couple years before. Yellow always looked so good on her, and you could tell she had barely been drinking as her skin faintly glowed with that morning’s tan.

It was a clear contrast to John B, who was in his signature pogue attire. His gray bandana hung loosely around his next and a button up hung on his shoulders with most of the top buttons undone. He looked so familiar and so comforting and so different than how the girl now felt to you. Which was foreign.

“And Sarah. Hey.” You looked between them wondering whether to be angry or glad they skipped the rest of the party and ended up at The Chateau with you. It crept into your mind that Kie would want you to be mad. Inviting Sarah into the pogues’ space, whether it be John B’s house or not, was almost sacrilege. It was making it real. But then, like a pang in your lower rib cage, Rafe entered your mind. That kiss. You weren’t allowed to be angry. You were doing the same, if not worse, to the pogues by getting in that car with Rafe. This was the time to be understanding. Maybe Kie wouldn’t understand at first, but you had to. You put down your spatula and leaned against the table where it had first been. “I was looking for my phone.” When the couple looked confused, you continued, “To answer your question, JB.”

John B held back a little laugh, slowly realizing that you weren’t going to pummel him for having Sarah Cameron with him, “With a spatula?”

“I thought you were an intruder!”

“Yeah you were really gonna get me.” He let out a light laugh. He had been drinking too, but not enough to get shit-faced. He was in his happy little buzzed bubble and it definitely had something to do with the other girl in the room.

You could tell Sarah eased at her boyfriend’s laughter and the tension in the air shifted into something more comfortable as she spoke, “Why are none of the lights on? We thought no one was home.”

“I was conserving electricity! The kitchen light is on. Don’t act like your electricity bill it’s a worry of yours, Routledge.” You paused and then added, “I’m drunk, don’t expect me to have clear logic.”

John B stepped forward and made a show of feeling your forehead with the back of his hand, as if this would show definite proof, and said after he made a big shrug, “Results inconclusive. Drunk? Maybe. Stupid? Definitely.” You eyed him suspiciously, you knew John B well enough to know when his words were laced with something more. He was smart enough to keep whatever it was to himself with Sarah in the room, pogue business and all. That was a line you wouldn’t be able to let him cross. At least seeing as you didn’t cross it first.

Absentmindedly, you pulled at your crop top as an anxious tick and then you poked an eye at Sarah quickly and changed the subject back to your phone, “Can you guys help me look while you’re here? I need to find it.”

John B muttered under his breath a short laugh that sounded like, “I’m sure you do.” While Sarah spoke up again, pulling out your phone from her back pocket, “We already did. Although, it is dead. I would think to be suspicious of you and John B, seeing we found this in his backpack but-”

You cut the girl off, practically leaping into her arms, but you stopped yourself a few feet short and accepted the phone back like a normal person. You don’t usually leap into the arms of ex-friends unprompted. “Thanks, Sarah. Seriously.”

Sarah smiled but said, “Don’t thank me, JB totally saved the day. He grabbed your phone by mistake. It was in something called a ‘Twinkie’?”

You silently cursed JJ for doubting you. Of course you had dropped it in the Twinkie; who goes anywhere without their phone these days?

“Well…” Sarah and John B started at the same time. And then it hit you. They left the party to come here thinking no one was home. Crap. You couldn’t just leave. Sure, you had your phone now but you also had at least some lecturing to do on Kie’s behalf. But your house on Figure Eight was far away on the other side of the island. You wouldn’t make it without being maimed.

“Seems like I totally foiled your devious plans. That’s too bad.” You looked around awkwardly, trying to signal to John B that either he find somewhere else to snuggle up with Sarah or she hit the road. “Wait, how did you get here?” If they took the Twinkie, they’d have to circle back for the other pogues anyway. Win-win.

“I drove.” Sarah answered. You internally groaned.

Sarah looked between you and the pogue leader. When she locked eyes with the boy there seemed to pass over them quickly, a silent understanding only a pogue would be able to pick up from watching the back of John B’s head. “But I have to get back anyway, Ward is going to be home tomorrow and I don’t want Wheezie to be the only one left cleaning up at Tannyhill.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and wished you could give Sarah a hug. She was being too kind to you, but you’re sure John B had already prepped her on all of his friends (and to be kind to all of them - overtly so). She was being a good girlfriend, and a part of you wished you had been a better friend.

She hesitated before kissing John B lightly on the cheek and then she was gone. Her presence in The Chateau, only lingering by the smell of citrus and floral perfume.

Which left you alone with John B. Who didn’t look happy now that your buffer and his girlfriend had left the premises. And yet, you had only found out they were dating hours ago. Very normal, Y/N. Act cool.

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John B spoke first after running his fingers through his hair. Not once. Twice. His voice was stern as he spoke, but it came out more as a whisper than actual words. “Your phone isn’t dead, by the way.” His words sounded heavy, more tired than mad.

You looked at the glass brick in your hands, turning it over and holding the power button until the light on the screen flashed white and stayed that way. Heart beating in your chest, you chose to stay silent.

“When I found it,” John B started again, “We were already on the way home and it was going off like crazy.” You looked at him quizzically as he put his weight against the wall opposite you, leaning against the frame casually with his arms now crossed. “A lot were from JJ, just trying to make sure you had found your phone and that you had gotten home safe.” He paused and looked past you onto the ground where there was an old beer stain on the floor boards. “But another-”

“Was from Rafe.” You finished for him.

“Yeah.” He said, his lips in a straight line of disapproval. “I turned it off and told Sarah it had died before-”

“She could see.” You let out a little hum of defiance and turned your gaze as well to the beer stain near your feet. It looked like when Plankton from Spongebob got squished, eye and everything, and you wished you could smile at it. But here you were, caught and guilty before your only friend who would probably understand. And yet, the air felt stiff. As if the words that were being said hung in the air and made no room for anything else. You spoke again, feeling even worse at your choice of selfish words, “What did it say?”

John B let out his own huff and took in a deep breath, “What did you want it to say, Y/N?”

When you had looked up both your eyes met. His were lost and confused and yours were so similar. And yet the intention behind the feelings were so much different. You threw your hands up in defeat, “I don’t know John B. I don’t. I think I left JJ’s hat in his car so maybe-”

“You did what?” His eyes bulged, obviously surprised at your confession, then he shook his head slowly, “Let me backup. You were in his car?”

“You were in Sarah’s car.”

“That’s different.”

“Is it?”

“Sarah doesn’t torment pogues.”

You skipped over his statement and asked, “How did you think I got here?”

“By being responsible?” This time he was the one that held up his hands in defeat. “But clearly I was wrong.” He retorted, letting out a small and angry scoff. You didn’t drink and drive. You didn’t walk. You had been responsible. Heat boiled in your cheeks, and your arms shook a bit as you stood there so mad, no, angry, that he could break the rules and you couldn’t. That he could be angry with you, when you had shown understanding just minutes before. When you had agreed they would go to Tannyhill for him.

“I’m not allowed to kiss kooks but you are?!” Your hand went up to your mouth as John B’s eyes glared at you, burning tiny little holes into your own retinas. His scowl spoke more than enough words as you let out a soft, and sad, sentence, “What did the message say, John B?’

Your phone was heavy in your hand, but you wanted to hear the words come from the mouth of the pogue in front of you. You wanted to hear him say whatever made him despise your actions so much.

Then it rang. High School Lover by Cayucas started bleating from your phone, playing mindlessly as the silence rang out between you and your friend, signaling that someone was calling you.

Despite John B’s heavy protesting look, you picked it up and answered, “Hello?” You sighed and then smiled at the receiver. JJ. He had somewhat recovered from his moldy bread fiasco and was checking up on you. “Yes, J, I’m fine. I’m with JB. I got home safe. No stay as long as you want. Seriously. We’re good. How’s Kie? Okay, good. Bye.” At least, that’s all that John B could hear of the conversation. You hung up the phone and looked at him pointedly, “What? Thought it was going to be Rafe?”

He held back a relieved smile with leftover crumbs of anger and said, “Yeah. A little.” Then as if he was lifting a weight from the room, John B stood up straight and walked over to the fridge, grabbing a case of beers and motioning you to the living room.

The call from JJ had changed the atmosphere. It had changed John B’s mind. Maybe it reminded him of something. Of what, you didn’t know, and clearly weren’t willing to ask and disrupt the soft and fragile balance of things. But something in him switched, and decided to possibly side with you. Did he sense the same shift in you when he arrived with Sarah? When you didn’t mention to JJ that Sarah had been here, as you would’ve if she was any other girl?

JJ had sent an unknowing olive branch between you and John B, and the world screamed at you to take it.

You stood still for a moment, watching him walk away with the peace offering. For a second you wanted to just drift off to sleep and to steep in your feelings as long as possible before having to actually deal with them. But then you thought better of yourself, you knew something deep down was dragging towards making a bad decision. A decision that would lead you towards the ‘King of the Kooks’, Rafe Cameron. And it was better to have an ally if life was going to go down that road. And some part of you already knew (deep deep deeeeep down) what you were going to choose. So you followed him into the living room, ready to sit down and have a ‘peace offering’ beer.

When you plopped yourself next to John B on the worn out couch, you smiled (a bit as your own peace offering) and chided him about the beers, “I don’t think drinking more will help us solve this.” The couch already smelled heavily of weed and had a few beer stains of its own. And yet it felt so much like home you wanted to wrap yourself in it. You were a pogue through and through. You could live on this couch, and you had in the past. It was something you had to get to know to love.

“I didn’t think you wanted to solve this.” He laughed a bit with a hint of sharpness to it, although the tension in his shoulders from earlier dissipating as he took a sip from the bottle.With ease, he relaxed into the couch and knit his eyebrows with his next comment, “What do you even see in him?”

Sighing, you fiddled with John B’s bandana which had remained on your head, “Ugh. Maybe nothing? Who knows. I don’t want to be one of those people that is all gushy over how ‘he’s really nice to me’ even if he’s a dick to everyone else.”

The boy reached over to the top of your head, pushed your fidgeting hands away and put the bandana back in its place. Instead of looking gentle, as the small gesture would have implied, he looked cocky with a small grin eating away at the corners of his mouth. “But that’s true, so…”

You punched John B hard on the arm, hoping it would knock some sensitivity into him for this conversation. “Yeah, okay? He’s attractive, that helps. But he’s also so, I don’t know…protective-”

“You mean possessive-” John B stopped you as you held up your fist again in a silent warning. “Hey, that first one hurt.”

“There’s a lot of things. He’s not easy. But maybe I don’t want ‘easy’. It’s not like we’re getting married. It was one kiss-” You didn’t want to confide too much in the boy. Especially not that you had thought about kissing Rafe many times before. You’d thought about how he needs someone to listen to him. Someone to care. You knew what that felt like.

The brunette across from you was now practically choking on his beverage while laughing, a pathetic excuse for karma. When he regained his wits, he said, “One? Here you had me thinking you guys had been hooking up for awhile-”

You felt your eyebrows furrow. Now that John B didn’t seem so openly vexed it was easier to be clear about your feelings. “What made you think that?”

“His message?” John B looked your clear confusion in the face and then grabbed your phone from your lap as if in a big show of victory. Unfortunately, he knew your password (all the pogues did at one point or another) and let himself into your phone. Then, as he turned the screen to show you there it was. Plain and simple.

Rafe:

Can we meet tomorrow? Need to see you

Then below it:

I liked talking to you tonight

You snatched the phone from the boy’s hand and closed it in an act of simple humiliation. The first message clearly did sound like a hook up text, and yet you protested aloud, “That could mean anything.” The second message however, seemed foreign coming from its messenger. Too vulnerable. It seemed like something he thought you wanted to hear rather than something he would actually say. But the last few hours had warped your view of him somehow, and it felt more genuine than you would’ve liked to believe. You could feel yourself putting hope into this (whatever it was), and even you (pogue opinions aside) could tell that that wouldn’t be good. Guilt surged over you, for the fact that John B had read it when it was just meant for you. There was one thing you knew for a fact and that was that Rafe wouldn’t have said that if he knew he had an audience.

“Not when I know for a fact you don’t text Rafe Cameron. Ever.”

“You didn’t even know it was reciprocated.”

John B smiled smugly, “I do now.”

You hit him again (just for good measure) and grabbed yourself a beer.

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Waking up the next morning was not what you had expected. You didn’t remember much after finally coming to a standstill with John B the night before but you did know you had one hell of a hangover. Your head pounded as if hammers lived excitedly in your brain. The first thing you noticed was that your futile attempts of covering the room with sweet perfumes had already been overtaken by the smell of weed. When you finally got up the energy to look around the room you found Pope was in bed with you, still clothed and probably as hungover as you were, snoring noisily. It looked like he had crashed here without thinking and still had an empty solo cup duct-taped to his left hand. Smiling, you watched as he slept for a moment watching his chest go up and down with his breath. He looked so peaceful sleeping there, totally passed out from drinking. This guy was going to change the academic world. You knew it.

Then you groaned loudly as you tried to sit up, the bed creaky wildly underneath you (which led you wondering how JJ had gotten away with so many discreet hook-ups in this room), and still made an effort to not wake your sleeping friend.

When you got to the doorway, and it too creaked deeply as you opened it, you stole one last glance at the peaceful Pope. “Sleep tight.” You whispered, and closed the door. “Don’t let the admissions office bite.” Ha ha. Scholarship joke.

“What are you doing?” A voice sounded behind you.

Kie.

Turning around swiftly, you flew into the arms of your best friend and hugged her tightly both as a term of endearment and second to keep you from plummeting immediately to the floor after such a quick movement. Muffled into your hair, you heard her mumble, “Someone’s friendly today?” close to your ear.

While still keeping your hands on your friend’s shoulders, you pulled yourself away from the girl and steadied yourself from becoming woozy. The bathroom was too far to make it in time. “Just missed you. A lot happened.” Kie was wearing another one of her signature chokers and looked ready for the day. Her hair was put up into a messy bun and you could tell she had already been up for hours, which made you envious but mostly just because you felt so awful and already wanted to go back to sleep.

Her eyebrows raised, “Did it? I heard you left early. Get lucky? Score some free weed from a kook?”

Almost like a match being lit, you felt your eyes widen at your mistake. “No. I meant not a lot happened. It was very boring. All too much of the same. Little of this. Little of that.”

Kiara chuckled good-naturedly and pushed what was in her hands to your eyeline, ignoring your blubbering words. “Drink, Y/N/N.” She held up a very green mason jar you figured she had whipped up that morning. You liked green smoothies. You liked kale juice. All very good for you, and while it depended on the other ingredients, it usually tasted alright. This was not alright. And it was not a green smoothie or kale juice. When Kie opened the lid, the smell attacked your nostrils as if it were on a mission. Is this what Kie makes the boys drink after a party? Apparently you had never been drunk enough to need to go through with her little concoction. You were always very happy to let them drink their magic juice after downing too many plastic cups the night before and get on with the day’s activities.

You could tell Kie had noticed your disgusted look because she added, “Seriously, drink up. It’s not as bad as it smells.”

She lied.

However, Kie was kind enough to help you change out of last night’s clothes and get ready for the day before JJ got back from early morning surfing. The sad thing was, she was actually able to make you look cute and presentable. You kept on the choker you had borrowed from her the day before and played with it on your neck as you struggled to keep down breakfast. “I think I’m dying.” You managed to croak out in between bites of cereal. You felt guilty just sitting there, letting her help you. Hopefully to Kie, it was just another day of picking up after the pogues, and she wouldn’t notice your additional Rafe induced moping.

At this moment, John B walked in freshly showered but still somehow smelling of beer, and said, “You look like it.” He still worked for the Cameron’s in the mornings and was already dressed and ready to make his way over there, Kiara hadn’t said anything about this arrangement, though she was probably thinking of something snarky.

You stuck your tongue at him and feigned shock, “And you don’t, surprisingly.” You were about to mention how maybe Sarah Cameron had this effect on him, but kept your mouth shut as Kie closed the fridge.

“Neither of you do, my magic is working.” Kie retorted.

“And yet, the feeling has yet to go away.” Another groan from you.

This time, Kie and John B answered at the same time, “It will.”

John B made his way over to you while Kie was busy making another magic drink for Pope, when he finally awakened. “So, Y/N, are you going to pick up that important package today?” He coughed at the end as if to hide the words that had escaped his lips. Convincing John B, very convincing.

At first, you were foggy, with sleep and the hangover you thought John B was being stupid. If you sent a package anywhere, it would be to your house in Figure Eight. The pogues would just rip it apart here, and to go pick it up someplace would just be a lot of work in the long run. “What are you talking about?” You spat back at the boy, still carelessly eating your cereal.

“The hat.” John B spoke through his clenched jaw and teeth.

“Oh.” You said plainly, thinking back and shifting through your hazy memories of the night before.

“So are you?”

The magic juice suddenly did seem to be working as you shrugged and said, “I didn’t really think about it.” And yet your heart raced under your ribs as you silently panicked. See Rafe? Today? After a hangover like that? You scooped another dollop of cereal into your mouth before you could say more.

“It’s important to-” He stole a glance at Kie who was still busy, “get it back before he notices. And he’ll notice when he’s done surfing.”

He was right. That was JJ’s lucky hat. It went everywhere. It had been on his head for years. It couldn’t just be claimed to be lost. It was important. JJ wouldn’t just let it be tossed aside. He would be crushed. That hat held JJ logic, JJ confidence, and JJ magic. You had to get it back.

Unfortunately, Rafe probably already torched it as a way to rid his car of anything ‘pogue’ that lingered.

“Clear my dishes, Routledge, I’ve got a call to make.” Just to be sure, you took one last bite of cereal before rushing off to the backyard where you could at least have the wind from the harbor offer you some privacy.

“This isn’t a movie, Y/N/N, stop with trying to be cool.”

“Shut up.”

You heard Kiara ask where you were going as you exited, but John B backed you up with some bullshit story. It wasn’t good to lie, but it felt good to be a team. Anyway, it wasn’t unusual for the pogues to be bouncing around The Chateau like ping pong balls.

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John B’s backyard always felt more like home to you than your own home on Figure Eight. The wind always blew just right through your air, bringing with it the smell of the ocean. And now, as you stood outside fumbling with your phone the air sobered you while still throwing your hair a bit wildly around your head. Your favorite spot, in what was probably the whole world, was that old striped hammock. You watched it sway in the wind, left to right, as you dialed up Rafe’s contact.

Ring. Ring.

Your phone pressed against your ear, you waited for Rafe to pick up the phone. Doubt stirred within you about whether he would actually answer your call (depended on whether last night was a fluke), but you had loose threads of hope. After getting outside, you had checked your phone and been reminded immediately of the texts Rafe had sent you the next before. He wanted to see you today, right? That meant answering his phone would likely be in the cards.

He picked up on the fifth ring, right before it went to voicemail.

“Yeah?” The voice on the other end sounded preoccupied, and the thought of hanging up and fleeing back to Kiara and John B in The Chateau flit through your mind. Voices could be heard, muffled, in the background and the familiar gust of wind you were experiencing was also hitting his phone.

“Hey, it’s Y/N.”

Cautiously you waited for Rafe’s response on his side. You could hear he was saying something to someone on his side while covering the receiver of his phone, but it sounded a lot like, “Give me a minute, okay?” Then after a couple quick seconds he put the phone back up to his ear and did the best at showing emotion as the boy could with a plain, “Hey.”

Holding back an instinct to apologize, you simply asked instead, “Are you busy?” Feelings of vulnerability felt much more real and much more easily felt as the sun beat down on you in the open air.

“No,” He answered quickly. And then, “I’m at the range with Top and Kelce.” A pause. “You never texted me back.” You could tell he felt it too. The vulnerability in the daylight. Although probably less so than you. But it was there in the way he talked. Gentle, and foreign to him. Last night had changed something between the two of you. Less angry and more…wanting.

“I wanted to talk about that actually.” This time you paused. An uncertainty surrounded the both of you, connected through a phone on different sides of the island. “Plus, I left something important in your car and I definitely need it back.”

Rafe scoffed, “You mean Maybank’s hat? That’s important?”

Suddenly, a wave of protective instinct flooded over you and you held your ground, “So you know what I’m talking about. Good. Glad we’re on the same page.”

“And what about the date?” Rafe’s voice was quieter when he said this, hoarse and a little bit of harshness hid his sensitivity.

“What date?”

“The one I texted you about.”

A laugh naturally came out of your mouth as he said this, “Is that what that was?”

A stern, “Yes.” He was now holding his ground.

“I didn’t realize you were so bad at this, Cameron.”

“And I didn’t realize you were so annoying, Y/L/N.”

“No no keep going, this is really giving you points.” You meant to sound at least half as menacing as he did, but it came out with a laugh. A giggle. Anyone else listening could’ve sworn you were twirling your hair on the other end of the phone.

You heard him shake his head through the phone and held back another smile. “I can’t just ask you out in those plain words, don’t forget who our friends are, Y/N.” Your smile loosened. He was right. John B had already seen the texts. Now imagine Topper. Or Kelce. Or Kie. JB had just assumed the two of you were hooking up, which was one thing altogether. But dating. It’s too intimate, no matter how far it’s gone.

“Are you ashamed of me?” You made sure to let out a laugh with the question to keep it light-hearted, but you genuinely wanted to know his answer. Although, you doubted he would tell you the truth. This could all be a well thought out ruse for all you knew. You pictured the kooks laughing at you. The fact that you thought Rafe was genuinely interested.

“A little.” Rafe held back a smile at this. “You?”

“Oh, ashamed of you? Definitely.”

“Ha. Ha.”

“Rafe-”

“Yeah.” Not a question.

“This isn’t a good idea.” There was a part of you that needed to say this. That needed to scream from the rooftops. That needed to get the sense knocked into your head because here you were having a playful conversation with Rafe Cameron.

He let a laugh out of his nose, careful not to alert his friends. “Yeah, okay. Meet me at Tannyhill at noon.” Then, before you could say anything. “Don’t worry, Sarah won’t be home so she won’t be able to tell anyone.”

Then he hung up.

Shit.

Major shit.

Were you going to go? Of course you were.

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